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halloween prompt 29 with kihyun if it's okay
Halloween prompt #29: stormy days + Kihyun
The dark sky looked ominous. Earlier it had seemed to clear up but it didn't last even a day. The clouds rolled in quickly over the city and you were glad that you could work from home. Your fiancĂŠ wasn't as lucky. Kihyun had an inflexible schedule as an idol singer. However, today was one of those rare days when he was allowed to rest. That usually meant that he stayed home with you.
"Here you go, love," Kihyun carefully held out an large mug with your favorite tea. You took it into your hands and used it to warm your palms.
"Thank you," you shared a smile with him before your attention was once again stolen by the storm outside. The wind was picking up again and the rain smattered against the window. You shivered. As you were dressed in only one of Kihyun's shirts the cold quickly got to you. While you sipped on your tea, your fiancĂŠ grabbed a blanket from the couch and gently wrapped it around you. Then, he brought you into his embrace by wrapping his arms around you from behind.
"Donât want you catching a cold," he murmured and pressed a loving kiss to a spot behind your ear.
"I'm okay," you assured him and felt your heart flutter. You loved this man more than anything.
"You can never be too careful," Kihyun smiled at your reflection in the window. "How about we crawl into bed and watch a movie? I'll even let you pick one."
"Oh, how generous of you," you slowly turned in his arms and looked up at him as you took another sip of the tea. His hands came up to briefly touch your face.
"I know," he laughed softly but it was drowned out by the first boom of thunder. You both turned your heads just in time to catch lightning flicker across the sky. You weren't frightened but Kihyun's hand on your lower back still offered a sense of comfort and safety. "Come on, I want to snuggle."
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tutti frutti â seo changbin ÂˇË ŕźâĄ
â pairing: seo changbin x reader â genre: tooth-rotting fluff, slice of life, college au, friends to lovers au â word count: 8.8k+ â warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, felix is fed up and just wants the two of you to date already so he can pass his bio midterm, changbin thinks you must be an actual idiot for not noticing heâs in love with you, you think he might be right (but he doesnât need to know that...) literally just 8k words of you making changbin a panicked and chaotic mess
â description: changbin says i love you in many ways. much to his chagrin, you never notice any of them. a love story told in five fruit puns.
Seo Changbin, your partner in crime, always walks you home after your night classes end.
Like any sane college student, you hate night classes. Absolutely despise them, in fact, especially when the one youâre currently enrolled in is something as boring and tedious as philosophy. You hate them, butâseeing your best friend afterwards somehow makes them that much more bearable.
As the reason you missed your registration time and ended up with such a late class in the first place, Changbin is obligatedâby contract, one you had written up and forced him to sign one night when you were drunk out of your mindâto ensure you donât die walking back at 10pm.
Plus, he has a class nearby that ends around the same time (because the dummy managed to sleep through his registration) and it happens to be convenient for him to walk back with you.
Butâeven though heâs forced to serve as your (quite short and brawny) bodyguard-slash-chaperoneâitâs still nice to see him, even if itâs late at night when youâre so tired you can barely keep your eyes open.
âHey, weirdo,â you call as you walk out of your class and towards the short, stock figure that you know is Changbinâheâs dressed in all black, with his favorite baseball cap on his head.
At the sound of your voice he turns around, his hands shoved in his pockets.Â
You suppose if you didnât know him well, you would think he looks a bit intimidating like this: dark and brooding like heâs plotting the best way to kill you. (His resting bitch face doesnât do much for him...)
But you do know him well, well enough to know that heâs the biggest teddy bear ever, and couldnât hurt a fly even if he tried. Mostly because heâs scared of flies.
He likes to think heâs all cool and mysterious, and you take the utmost joy in reminding him that heâs really not.
Changbin breaks out into a half smile when he sees you.
âHey dummy,â he bounces back, nudging you with his shoulder when youâre close enough. âShall we?â
You adjust the straps of your backpack and the two of you walk out of the liberal arts building, heading in the direction of your apartment.
âOkay, so, I was thinking,â you begin.
âAlways a dangerous thing,â Changbin nods knowingly without missing a beat, and you stick your tongue out at him.
âWhere did coconuts originate?â
âIâm sorry, what?â Changbin pins you with a look as if heâs wondering if he misheard you.
âNo, seriously, where did they come from?â
Changbin furrows his eyebrows. â...Asia?â
âRight! You exclaim, outraged. âThey originated in Asia... But why do we as a society associate coconuts with the Caribbean?â
âY/N, what the fuck?â
But you ignore him. âI mean, isnât this coconut erasure? Asian coconuts came first, donât they deserve recognition and validation too?â
Changbin deadpans. âTheyâre coconuts.â
âDonât say that, coconuts have feelings too!â
âTheyâre coconuts.â
âYeah, well, you look like a coconut, but you donât see me saying anything,â you sniff.
He scoffs, exasperated. âYou literally just did.â
You just narrow your eyes at him, let out an angry little huff, and march on ahead.
âY/N?â Changbin calls but you ignore him, walking exactly two steps in front of him.
âY/N, wait!â
You stick up your middle finger at him without turning around.
âOkay, Iâm sorry for insulting your coconuts,â he says exasperatedly, jogging to catch up with you.
âSay the coconut erasure crisis is real,â you grunt.
âTheâwhat?â Changbin sighs. âWhat even prompted this coconut thing?â
âFelix sent me a post about coconut migration and now I canât stop thinking about the injustice!â
âOh my god,â he groans. âOf course Felix sent you something. Is this why it took you so long to get out?â
âIt did not take me a long time!â You protest.
âYou came out like... Twelve minutes after your class ended.â
You raise an eyebrow. âWere you timing me?â
Thereâs a moment, and a blush creeps up Changbinâs neck.
â...Pfft, no. Of course not.â
âYou were!â You can barely stifle your laughter at the revelation, and heâs looking more and more like a tomato as the seconds pass.
âAnyways,â Changbin clears her throat as you give up and just laugh at him.
âI didnât know you were that close to Felix. Does he send you stuff a lot?â
âYeah, I guess,â you nods thoughtfully. âI mean, usually after he gets out of soccer practice when he finds something funny.â
His brow furrows, and a strange expression passes over his face.
âWhat?â You ask. âAre you jealous? You donât have to worry about me stealing your man. Sometimes he just likes to talk to someone, you know, with an actual sense of humor.â
âI have a sense of humor!â He disagrees. âI was just wondering if thatâs why itâs been taking you so long to get out recently.â
Thereâs a pause.Â
âOh,â you say after a moment, as if the idea had never occurred to you before. âHave I been making you wait too long?â
Changbin scowls.
âAs if I would wait for you.â
You stop and turn on your heel. âYou know, if Iâm taking too long, you donât have to wait for me...â
Shut up,â he rolls his eyes. âIf you think you get out of walking me back after classes end, then you really are delusional.â
You punch him, but canât stop the wide grin that stretches across your face.
âAw, Bin! I knew you loved me!â
You ruffle his hair gleefully, and he chokes up awkwardlyânot that you notice.
Strained, he points forward, his face warm as he avoids making eye contact with you.
âUm,â he stutters, looking around wildly, until he spots a light pole in the distance. âw-whoever reaches that firstâ!â
Following his finger and getting the idea, you donât give him the opportunity to finish before youâre already breaking into a sprint to get a head start.
ââpays the next time we go out,â he finishes with a sigh of relief, more than a little thankful that you are (quite possibly) the most competitive person he knows. Youâre already halfway there, and when you finally manage to reach the pole, you jump up and down gleefully.
He rolls his eyes as he follows you, but canât stop the warm feeling that blossoms in his chest.
âHa!â Your voice echoes as you holler at him. âI win! I win!â
âYeah, yeah,â he calls out to you, breaking into a light jog to catch up to you.
Later that night, after dropping you off, Changbin trudges up two flights of stairs to his apartment, and when he opens the door he is greeted by his roommate, Chan, sprawled across the couch with his laptop in front of him.
âHey,â Chan nods at him, âyouâre back already?â
Changbin shrugs off his coat and slips his feet into his slippers before flopping down onto the sofa next to him.
âYeah,â he sighs.
âYouâre so lucky,â Chan sighs wistfully. âI wish I had an empty schedule like yours.â
Changbin grins. âSwitch out of music comp and maybe you could.â
Chan groans. âMe and my 18 hours canât talk to you right now, sorry. We have important things to do, like actual assignments.â
âHey! I have things to do too,â Changbin retorts.
âYour communications major ass?â Chan raises an eyebrow. âYeah. All you do is pretend you have night classes so you can walk back from campus with your best friend who youâve had a crush on for, like, ever.â
Changbin doesnât have anything to say to that.
Instead, he picks up the pillow heâs resting his arm on and throws it at Chanâhard, partly because heâs insufferable, but mostly because heâs right.
Seo Changbin, your faithful servant, greets you every Thursday with a smile on his face and a cup of pearl milk tea in his hand.
People say that Mondayâs are the worst day of the week, but you have to disagreeâThursdayâs take that position, no competition required.
With four back-to-back classes that start at the ass crack of dawn (read: 8am) and barely any time for lunch before your tutoring sessions in the library from 2 until 8pm, well, itâs understandable why you despise Thursdays.
Changbin, of course, knows this. Youâve state (complained) multiple times how you think itâs very unfair that he has no classes today, and instead only works a 10-2 shift at your universityâs local boba shop.
Which is why, after a particularly long week at the start of the semester and a bit too much whining from you, he showed up at the library before your tutoring session, your favorite melon milk tea in hand.
And then, before he even realized it, you had bullied him into bringing boba to you every Thursday like clockwork (one of your finer achievements in life, if you do say so yourself.)
Today, the cup he holds is filled to the brim with a pale orange, frothy liquid, with the black tapioca pearls compressed to the bottom, and you almost moan in relief.
âI love you so much,â you breathe out, eyeing the cup in Changbinâs hand as he approaches the table youâre sat at.
âYeah,â he responds smugly, âI know.â
Your gaze turns up to him long enough for you to say, âI was talking to the drink,â and he breaks out into a scowl.
âI donât have to give this to you, you know,â he sniffs. âI could drink it myself.â
Your eyes widen and you pout.
âNooo,â you drag out forlornly, grabbing his sleeve and tugging. âPlease? Iâm working with Felix today on genetics. Last week he asked me if Mendelian dominance has to do with BDSM. I need it.â
âHe did not,â Changbinâs expression flashes with horror and you nod solemnly.
âThe week before, he thought a punnett square was a type of bedsheet. i donât know how much longer I can survive.â
Begrudgingly, he hands the drink over to you, and you light up immediately.
âThank you!â You practically sing, punching a hole through the plastic film cover with the straw and then taking a long sip.
Changbin rolls his eyes and slides into the seat across from you.
âOkay, what flavor?â He asks, and you narrow your eyes at him.
Ever since he started bringing you drinks after his shifts on Thursday, each week a different flavor, the two of you fell into a sort of game where you try to guess what it is.
âEasy,â you say, your tone accusatory. âLike, too easy.â
âWell, I heard from someone that you were having a bad week, soââ
âAww,â you coo, interrupting him. âIs that why you brought me mango today?â
Changbin flushes, and his hand instinctively goes up to scratch his neck, but he doesnât deny it.
âI mean, isnât it your favorite?â
You chew the tapioca pearl in your mouth thoughtfully.
âYou know what, Bin...â you say slowly, taking another small sip.
âYouâre kind of mangonificent!âÂ
You break out into a cheesy grin, and he chokes.
âP-please,â he coughs, clearing his throat after almost hacking up a lung, ânever say that again.â
You roll your eyes.
âI insult you, you get mad,â you say condescendingly with a shake of your head, âI compliment you and you still get mad. Itâs like I can never win!â
He looks at you blankly. âBecause you canât.â
You kick him and he winces.
âYouâre so mean,â you sulk, and Changbin scoffs.
âYouâre the one who just kicked me.â
âI know,â you nod. âWhat a privilege for you.â
âYeah, more like torture,â he mutters under his breath.
Smiling innocent, you dig your heel into his foot and he flinches again.
âOuch!â
âYou were saying?â You bat your eyelashes.
âNothing...â he clears his throat, and you nod.
Satisfied, you turn back to your gargantuan biology textbook that takes up a good part of the table and take another big gulp of your drink.
Itâs as youâre reviewing dihybrid crosses that you notice that Changbin has pulled out his phone, and is now making strange faces into the front camera.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask slowly, your pencil stopping its movements across the page.
Changbinâs attention snaps up to you and he frowns.
âIs there something on my face?â
âNo...?â
âAre you sure?â His gaze narrows into slits like he doesnât believe you, and you roll your eyes.
âI mean, aside from all the ugly...â
He glares at you, and you raise your hands in surrender.
âOkay, seriously, thereâs nothing there. Why do you ask?â
âThat girl over there is staring at me,â Changbin mutters, trying his best to inconspicuously motion to your left with a tilt of his head.
You follow the direction heâs gesturing in to a table in the back corner, where a small girl is sat with her laptop open, batting her eyelashes at your best friend while he panics, and you almost choke on your laughter.
âOh my god,â you gasp, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your eye. âBin. Sheâs not staring at you because thereâs something on your face.â
âThen why else would she be staring at me?â He challenges.
You deadpan. âBecause youâre attractive.â
When the words register in his head, Changbin isnât drinking anythingâbut heâs sure that if he had been, he definitely would have done a spit-take.
Instead he manages to stammer out a weak âw-what?!â while he tries to ignore the warm blush that begins creeping up his neck.
âI mean,â you shrug, not noticing his jaw (which has dropped to the floor) or the new reddish tint his cheeks seem to have acquired.
âObjectively, yeah, even IÂ can admit that youâre, you know... Good looking.â
Changbin just gapes at you.
No, scratch thatâhe physically cannot do anything except gape at you. Itâs like after the words leave your mouth, the connection between his brain and literally every other part of his body is severed and, well, heâs not quite sure he remembers how to breathe.
Is this real life? Like, actually? He canât tell. He must be dreaming though. Thereâs no way you would let anything like that come out of your mouth.
After all, you literally just insulted him and called him ugly a few minutes agoâwhy would you do a complete 180 and... and compliment him out of nowhere?
Itâs not possible (not in this world, at least) is what he thinks to himself as you begin to look at him weirdly.
Yes, a dream, Changbin tells himself as he reaches up to pinch his arm. Exceptâwell, he definitely just felt that.
âChangbin?â You ask slowly, waving your hands in front of his face.
âSeo Changbin? Is anyone home?â
âHuh?â He starts, his leg jerking upwards and slamming into the table as heâs startled out of his reverie.
âAre you okay?â You ask him, your brow furrowed worriedly.
âI-Iâm fineâoh!â You reach towards him, but before your fingers reach, Changbin jumps out of your reach, as if heâs been electrocuted.
âU-uh,â he stutters nervously, scrambling to grab his bag and sling it over his shoulderâall as he avoids eye contact with you.
âI j-just remembered, Iâm, um, meetingâmeeting Minho in the engineering building. Okbye!â
He rushes the end out and before you even have a chance to reply, heâs running (like, actually full on sprinting) towards the elevators.
âHmm,â you muse to yourself, mystified as he decides the elevators are taking too long and makes a beeline towards the stairs.
Later, when Felix finally manages to make it to your table, exactly twenty minutes late, he curiously eyes your half empty cup of boba that has accumulated a ring of condensation around it in the time since Changbin brought it to you.
âCan I have some?â He says hopefully in lieu of a greeting, reaching for the cup as he slides into the seat across from you.
You narrow your eyes and snatch the cup away from him.
âNo,â you say, and then because youâre a annoyed that heâs late, you take a long sip as he watches despondently, making sure to slurp loudly before setting the drink back down.
âPlease?â He pouts and you shake your head.
âIf you had shown up on time, maybe...â You shrug. âBut you didnât, so again, no.â
âHow do you even have time to get boba every week,â he whines. âI though you had class right before this?â
âWhat?â You ask, before looking down at the drink in front of you. âOh. Changbin brings me some every week after his shift.â
âChangbin... Seo Changbin?â Felix says, slowly, as if he doesnât believe you. âKind of short, really buff? Are we talking about the same Changbin?â
â...Yes?â
He narrows his eyes at you. âWhat do you give him in return?â
âNothing,â you shrug, âwhy?â
âWhy?â Felix cries. âWhy? Because he loves boba! I tried to take a sip of his drink once and he got so mad he didnât talk to me for a week...â
âOkay...â You trail off, not really sure what to say. âSorry? Do you want me to apologize?â
âNo,â Felix huffs angrily. Then, as an afterthought, he adds, âChangbin hyung must really like you to give up boba for you.â
âYeah, duh,â you snort. âIâm his best friend. Now, letâs get to work. I remember you not knowing anything about Darwin, so weâll start there. Maybe this time youâll actually...â
Youâre so busy talking biology that you miss the knowing look Felix gives you before proceeding to flip open his textbook and pretend to listen to you.
Seo Changbin, your favorite target, has a habit of referring to your mutual friends as his friendsânever mind the fact that youâve known more than half of them since you were in diapers.
Youâre not sure why. Three years ago, he didnât even know any of themâyouâre the one who introduced them, after all. At first, you thought it was a great idea: your childhood best friends and your college best friend, being friends with each other?
Only now do you realize that it was, quite possibly, the worst thing you could have done. Because nowâwell, they get along so well they seem to forget the role you played in their friendship.
This is something you discover one Tuesday night when you and a few of your friends decide to congregate at Changbinâs apartment.
Youâre not sure why youâre here. Well, okay, you know the reasonâmidterm season has just ended, itâs been forever since you have hung out with them, and Hyunjin has just starred in some obscure student-directed indie film that he insists you must all watch together.
Really, it just sounds like an excuse to get drunk and forget about all of your responsibilities.
You were under that impression, at least, but it seems you couldnât have been further from the truthâbecause not only are your childhood friends hogging Changbin, but youâre smushed in between them as they all (much to your surprise) actually watch the movie.
To be honest, you werenât quite sure any of them had the attention span for it. Youâre a bit embarrassed to admit that out of everyone, youâre the one who canât seem to focus. Even Jisung seems to be watching intently throughout the entire movie (although, you canât tell whether heâs genuinely interested or heâs just fallen asleep with his eyes open.)
But the thing isâitâs not really your fault you canât focus. The movie is just that bad. Like, seriously, youâre not sure how the film department approved the budget, because not only does the plot seem to go over your head, but whichever pretentious media student directed it decided it should be edited with absolutely no face shots.
You canât tell who is who, you canât tell what is going on, and the film has this weird green tint to it that hurts your eyes the longer you look at it.
Later rather than sooner, the movie finally ends, and you think you might cry because youâre so glad itâs over.
âWait, itâs over? Like, actually?â you say slowly as Chan gets up and heads to the kitchen, and Minho ejects the disc from the DVD player. âHyunjin, are you sure you were even in that?â
âYeah,â he nods matter-of-factly. âI was the teacher, couldnât you tell?â
You gape at him for a moment, your mouth opening and closing like a senile goldfish, simply because you canât believe what heâs just said.
âYouâre telling me,â you start, tone murderous as your eyes narrow into a glare, âthat we just sat through a 2 and a half hour film only for you to be on screen for 7 minutes?!â
Hyunjin sniffs, offended. âActually, it was 9 minutes, not 7. Wasnât it good?â
You open your mouth, fully prepared to go off on him, but before you have the chance to, Changbin places a calming hand on your leg as he tells him, âyeah, it was great! Iâm not really sure what was going on, but it was definitely unique.â
His touch is calm and comforting, and you hesitate for a momentâonly a moment, but a moment is enough for Hyunjin and Seungmin to dive into a deep debate about the more artistic choices made throughout the film. All youâre left to do is glare at your friends as you reach up to rub your temples.
âI need a drink...â You mutter bitterly a moment later when it becomes obvious that you wonât get the opportunity to yell at Hyunjin for the pain he just put you through.
âDid someone say drink?â Chan exclaims brightly, walking out of the kitchen with a tray lined with tiny, shot-sized red solo cups in hand.
âNow thatâs what Iâm talking about,â you cheer, your excitement renewed as you pluck one off the tray and down it instantly.
âWait, but thatâs notââ
A chill travels through your body as you swallow, and you almost hack it up in surprise.
âWhat the fuck is this?â You ask, outraged as you shake the tiny cup angrily.
ââItâs apple juice.â Chan finishes with a sigh, snatching the cup from your fingers before you throw it at someone.
âYeah, I know that now,â you scowl. âI want to know why itâs apple juice!â
âWell... I mean, weâre here to celebrate Jeonginâs birthday, but he has a midterm tomorrow morning and Iâm not going to let him take it hungover, so weâre not drinking...â Chan says sheepishly.
You gape. âWeâre celebrating Jeonginâs birthday?!â
Chan gives you a weird look. âYeah, why else did you think we were here?â
âWhy does nobody tell me these things?â You cry, throwing your hands up in the air.
âWe did tell you,â Minho calls from where heâs curled up in an armchair across the room. âLike, multiple times.â
âYeah,â Felix adds helpfully. âI even wrote it in your planner.â
âMy planner?â You parrot back, confused as you reach for your bag to get it out.
You flip it open to today andâthere it is, pencilled in under reminders in Felixâs chicken scrawl handwriting, a large exclamation point followed by the words âJeonginâs b-day!â
With a gasp, you turn to your right where the birthday boy himself is sitting.
âYang Jeongin, why didnât you tell me we were celebrating today?â You exclaim with a pout. âI havenât even chosen a gift out for you yet...â
He grins toothily at you. âItâs okay, you can just treat me to lunch next week!â
You frown at him. âYeah, but thatâs not a proper present...â
âIt is to Jeongin,â Chan says wryly, and the youngest boy nods his head excitedly.
âI mean,â you begin hesitantly, âif you say so...â
Changbin scoffs at the expression of worry on your face.
âYou werenât this worried when you forgot my birthday,â he says grumpily and you wave him off.
âYeah, but thatâs you. This is Jeongin weâre talking about.â
âIâm your best friend!â He cries out and Jeongin smirks at him.
You roll your eyes.
âYou might be my best friend, but heâs the apple of my eye,â you coo as you squeeze Jeonginâs cheek.
Changbin glares at him.
âIâm on to you, little twerp,â he grumbles. âDonât think I canât see how youâre trying to manipulate Y/N.â
You reach out and smack him, hard.
âDonât talk to my baby like that.â
âYour baby?!â
âYes, Changbin,â you enunciate slowly. âMy baby.â
âB-Butââ He splutters, looking cluelessly at you as your eyes bear holes into his head.
He has the decency to be embarrassed when he notices the intensity of your glare, and is about to mutter out a half apology when he catches Jeongin, smirking in that self-entitled, haughty kind of way over your head.
Changbin canât help itâalmost instinctively, he narrows his eyes at the younger boy.
âStop that!â You frown when you notice, wrapping your arms protectively around Jeonginâs head as you pull him in close. âYouâre being mean.â
âMean?â Changbin scoffs. âTo him? I donât think itâs possible to be mean to the devil himself.â
A moment passes, and you stare at him.
âTake it back.â
âNo.â
You scowl, eyes pointed in daggers at him. âNow youâre the one acting like a baby...â
âSays the one who cries during movies about animals,â Changbin mutters in response, not necessarily to you but also not technically to himself.
You gasp in indignation. âThat was one time, and you know how Marley and Me makes me feel!â
âSo youâre just going to pretend like you didnât tear up last night when we were watching Air Buddies?â Changbin challenges.
âAt least Iâm not the one who cried so hard during Zootopia that I had to pause it while you went to grab tissues!â
âOkay, but we already agreed, Zootopia is an emotional experience!â He exclaims, and the mention of the Disney movie has Jisungâs head popping up from where it was previously buried in the popcorn bowl.
âZootopia?â He says curiously. âAre you bullying Changbin again?â
âYes,â you reply, turning your nose up at your best friend.
âCan I help?â Jisung asks excitedly, bounding up to where you are sitting.
âNo.â
He sulks. âBut I have so much on him. Like, ooh, that one time that heâouch!â
Jisung is cut short as you scoff and reach out to kick him.
âYouâre not allowed to make fun of him,â you scowl. âOnly I am.â
âBut...â He pouts.
âDonât test me, Han Jisung,â you tell him. âI still have those pictures of you in a tutu from last Halloween. It would be a shame if that girl youâre crushing on happened upon them... accidentally...â
You watch, satisfied, as his face pales and he trips over himself in a feeble attempt to get away from you.
âA-Actually, on second thought, y-you know, I, um, I should be goingâ!â
And then heâs barreling towards Minho, who is sat as far away from you as possible in the tiny living room of Chan and Changbinâs apartment.
âThatâs what I thought,â you say to yourself smugly, your eyes so focused on Jisung that you miss the way Changbin flushes.
âNow,â you start, turning back to face your best friend, who seems considerably less annoyed if the dumb little grin on his face is anything to go off of.
âI believe an apology is in order?â
(Later, after almost everybody has left and Changbin has retreated back into his room, Chan is collapsed onto the couch next to Jeongin.
âYou shouldnât tease Changbin like that, you know,â he tells the younger boy. âHe gets touchy when it comes to Y/N.â
âIâm sure I donât know what you mean,â Jeongin responds casually. âI barely even said anything to him tonight.â
Chan just sighs.
Still, the self-satisfied grin stays plastered to his face, up until the moment he remembers the exam he has tomorrow morning and all of his happiness vanishes in a puff of smoke.)
Seo Changbin, your best friend, makes your heart flutter.
You try to hide it, really, and on most daysâyou do. After so long, itâs easy for you to ignore the fact that your heart beats a little bit faster when heâs around, and your stomach twists tight in knots when heâs not. Itâs easy to pretend that you donât notice how he makes you feel like youâre floating on cloud nine with something as simple as a smile.
Youâre an expert when it comes to pretending you have no feelings for Seo Changbin, and yetâright now, long after the sun has set, with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you, piggyback style down the dimly lit streetâitâs undeniable.
And in your defense, yes, the way you flush is partly because of the amount of alcohol in your systemâbut mostly, itâs because of him.
Its Friday, midnight, and if youâre being honest, the night wasnât supposed to end this way.
In fact, it had started off normal enough. You had gone out to eat with a couple of friends from your major at the closest and cheapest barbecue place you could find. The past few weeks had been stressful, with your thesis deadlines coming up, and all of you had come to the general consensus that you could use a night out to loosen up.
And the thing is, youâre not a lightweight. Really, youâre not. But one shot of soju led to another, and then another, and itâs not long before you are six shots in and (to put it simply) drunk.
At least, thatâs what youâre friend Naeun tells you as she takes your phone and calls the most recent number in your address bookâChangbin.
But you swear, youâre just a little tipsy! Just because youâre talking really loudly and everything seems infinitely more funny doesnât mean youâre wasted...
âY/N, youâre definitely wasted,â Changbin says as the two of you pass a convenience store. Heâs carrying you on his back, with his arms under your legs and your purse slung across his body.
You gasp loudly, your cheek smushed against his back.
âHow did you know I was thinking that? Did you just... Read my mind?!â
He scoffs. âNo, you said it out loud.â
âOhhh.â
A moment passes.
âYouâyou know, I can walk b-by myself!â You declare to him. âYou donât have to carry me...â
âReally?â Changbin says with a snort, and he cocks an eyebrow even though you canât see him. âIs that why Naeun had to carry you out of the restaurant earlier?â
âShe wasnât carrying me,â you mumble stubbornly. âI was carrying her! You know...â
You lean in to whisper loudly in his ear. âI think she might have been really... drunk. She needed my help!â
âDid she?â Changbin replies, clearly amused.
You nod vigorously, although with your head pressed against his back, itâs almost as if youâre rubbing your cheek against his shirt.
âOkay, whatever you say...â He mutters, and your eyebrows furrow.
âYou donât believe me,â you accuse. âWhy does it sound likeâlike you donât believe me?â
âMaybe because I donât?â
You pout angrily. âThatâs really mean.â
âI never said I was nice,â he snorts, and you feel the vibration through his back and on your face.
âYes you are...â You mumble inaudibly, turning your face so your right cheek is pressed against his back instead of the left, and he readjusts his grip on your legs to stop you from sliding off his back.
âWhat?â He asks distractedly as he attempts to crane his neck and check the time on his watch.
âYouâre nice,â you grumble back, your tone now accusatory. âReally, really nice. Itâs unfair. Why are you so nice? Are you this nice to other girls?â
âOther girls?â Changbin doesnât mean for it to come out so condescending, but really, itâs such an absurd thought that he canât help but scoff.
âThatâs what I said,â you shoot back.
He rolls his eyes dismissively. âThere are no other girls. Itâs only you.â
âI donât believe you,â you say stubbornly.
Changbin rounds the next street, almost sighing in relief when he comes to a stop in front of your apartment building.
âY/N,â he sighs, pulling your key out of your purse and buzzing the two of you into the building. âI spend literally all my time with you. Donât you think you would know if there were any other girls?â
A moment passes as you process his words, and in that time, Changbin makes it to the stairs and begins climbing up themâyou live on the 5th floor, and the crappy elevator in your building is never in service, so (much to his chagrin) heâs gotten used to climbing the five flights of steps almost daily.
âOh,â you respond in a small voice, and neither of you say anything until he makes it up to the fifth floor.
Changbin is desperately out of breath, and the two turns it takes to get from the stairwell to your apartment seem arduous and long. But, somehow he still manages to unlock your door and drag himself through the entryway and into your bedroom before he unceremoniously dumbs you onto your bed and flips the light switch on, flooding your room with a scathing fluorescent brightness.
Your roommate is out of town this weekend, back home to visit her parents, and it doesnât escape his notice that this means the two of you are alone.
The sudden light burns behind your eyes and causes your head to throb for a moment, and you wince.
âWhere did this whole âother girlsâ thing come from, anyways?â He asks, standing opposite to where you are sat on your bed with a skeptical look on his face.
Itâs at that moment that you come to a few realizations as a moment of sobriety hits you. One, youâre a bit more drunk than you should be, really. Two, you sound far more unhinged and jealous than you should, becauseâthis is your best friend.
Three... Changbin looks really good tonight, and youâre having a hard time focusing on what heâs saying instead of staring unabashedly.
âYou smell like peaches,â you say to him finally instead of answering.
âWhat?â He says, and it doesnât take a genius to tell that heâs more than a little annoyed. âY/N, will you answer the question?â
âNo,â you say stubbornly like a little kid, and he has half a mind to just leave your apartment right then and there.
âY/N.â He stares.
âChangbin.â You try to match his serious tone, but coming from you, it makes you sound more like a petulant child than anything else.
âStop messing around.â
You frown with your eyebrows furrowed, and you look so cute like that, that Changbin almost forgets that youâre acting like a little brat.
Almost.
âI like peaches, Iâm trying to tell you that you smell good...â You grumble angrily, crossing your arms as you glare at him. âWhy wonât you a-peach-iate me?â
âBecause you never apeachiate me!â He explodes, and you are left gaping at him.
A moment passes, and Changbin feels awful almost immediatelyâhe didnât mean to yell at you, and youâre looking at him with those puppy dog eyes, on the verge of tears, and he kind of wishes the ground would just swallow him whole.
Much to his disappointment, it doesnât.
âIâm sorry...â You say in a voice so small that Changbin wants to wrap you in his arms and never let you go.
Instead, he just sighs.
âNo, Iâm sorry for yelling at you...â
âItâs okay...â You say, your voice still small, and a moment passes.
â...Iâm sleepy,â you say then, as if youâve completely forgotten what just happened in the past five minutesâwhich, considering your lack of sobriety, you probably have.
And just like that, all thoughts of your previous conversation leave Changbinâs head.
âHelp?â You ask, holding your arms up with a pout on your face as you look at Changbin. You look tired, with your eyelids drooping, and he doesnât hesitate.
First, he coaxes you into drinking three tall glasses of water (he would have tried to make you drink more, but youâre stubborn enough as it is), and then heâs grabbing new clothes for you to change into before he helps you gargle some mouth washâbecause frankly, heâs too afraid that youâll choke on the toothbrush if he tries to brush your teeth for you.
Heâs done this before, on the rare occasion that you get more drunk than you should, and itâs almost like clockwork. In no time at all, youâre changed into your cute little turtle pajamas and tucked into bed.
Changbin is turning off the light to your room when your head pops up from beneath the mass of blankets youâre buried under.
âWill you stay with me?â You mumble sleepily as you rub your eyes.
If he wasnât a sucker for you before this, he sure as hell is now...
âI mean, I guess,â he grumbles as he sits down on the edge of your bed, and then lets out a surprised yelp when you donât hesitate to pull him down to lie next to you.
Instinctively, his arms wrap around you, and you let out a hum of satisfaction as you snuggle into his chest.
âThank you, Bin,â you murmur. âFor everything.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â he mutters back, but he canât fight the way his cheeks flush.
His mind is moving a mile a minute and his heart even faster, despite how hard he tries to calm himself. Youâre just drunk, Changbin reassures himself multiple times, and he is your best friend. itâs not weird, and you donât mean anything by it.
...Right?
He tries to focus on the steady lull of your breathing to distract himself from how close you are and how nice you smell, despite the overpowering smell of soju. He feels faint, elated, over the moon, all of the aboveâand all heâs doing is holding you.
As your breath evens out, Changbin finds himself counting each one, almost as if heâs counting sheep. Itâs calming, and as he watches you, your eyelashes brushing against your cheekbones in your sleep, his heart feels full.
âI canât believe Iâm in love with an idiot like you,â he murmurs affectionately under his breath, almost as if itâs an afterthought, and you canât stop the small smile that creeps onto your face.
Somewhere in your head, you know that itâs not meant for you to hearâitâs something that Changbin is saying to you, but not for you. But youâre still out of it, half asleep and a little drunk, and you cuddle closer to him as you lift up your head.
He almost falls out of bed when your eyes open slowly, and he swears in that moment, his heart stops beating.
âY-Y/N?â
Your eyes are warm as you look at him, unblinking, almost as if you can see straight into his soul.
â...Love you too,â you mumble, and he isnât even able to process your words.
Changbinâs ears ring as blood rushes through them, and you sleepily lean over and give him a small kiss on the underside of his chin where the scar heâs had since he was ten is. Itâs in that moment that he knows, he could die right now and his life would be fulfilled. He gapes at you, not quite sure that this isnât all a dreamâ
âAnd then your eyes drift shut as you finally fall asleep.
Seo Changbin, yourâwell, youâre not really sure what he is to you anymoreâhas been avoiding you since Friday night.
A whole four days have passed, and you havenât seen him. Not once.
Which, yeah, okay maybe it isnât that weird. Except you canât remember the last time you went that long without seeing himâand thatâs on top of what he said to you that night. What you said to him.
Youâre never getting drunk again, youâve decided. Because of course, the one time in a long while that you do, you end up confessing your love for your best friend. And of course, he ends up saying something you could have only dreamed of him saying and then turning right back around and ignoring you.Â
Four days of radio silence from your best friend-slash-guy youâre in love with? Youâre half crazed as it is when it comes to Seo Changbin, and this... This is definitely not helping.
Because four daysâwell, four days is a long time to stew. A long time, especially when you spend those four days holed up in your apartment, like an idiot, thinking that he would come to you.
Seo Changbin, who avoids any and every problem heâs ever faced.
Which is why Tuesday afternoon finds you fed up and standing outside his apartment, with half a watermelon in hand.
You take a deep breath to brace yourself before you knock on his door.
A moment passes, then another and another, and you almost think he wonât answer.
You know that heâs home alone, because he has morning classes on Tuesdays, and before coming you texted Chan just to make sure he didnât have any special plans today.
And then, right as youâre about to overthink it, the door swings open slightly to reveal Changbin himself, his eyes bleary and hair messy in a way that tells you he just woke up.
âHello!â You say cheerfully, a bright smile on your face as you push past him into the apartment and head straight for his kitchen.
Heâs confused, which is apparent from his furrowed brows, but he follows you, still lethargic.
âWhat...?â
You waste no time in grabbing a cutting board from under his sink, and before he can even process it, youâre unwrapping the half of the watermelon in your hands and practically slamming it down onto the counter.
âDâyou have a knife?â You ask conversationally, and he continues to just stare as if heâs never seen you before.
âNevermind,â you say a moment later when you locate his knife rack and grab one, turning to him.
âWoah!â Itâs only when his eyes widen comically and he throws his hands up defensively that you realize youâre pointing the knife at him, as if youâre a medieval knight brandishing a sword.
âOh, oops,â you giggle, although you donât sound very apologetic, and you turn towards the watermelon and begin cutting the pink fruit away from the rind.
You hum lightly as you slice, as if Changbin hasnât been ignoring you, but even as you scrape the fruit off the cutting board and into a bowl, the feeling of apprehension never leaves your veins.
After setting the board and knife into the sink, you wash your hands with his orange and ginger foaming soapâand the entire time, he watches you without saying a word.
âRight then,â you announce, drying your hands on a towel before practically shoving the bowl of watermelon into his hands. âHere you go.â
âUm,â he says awkwardly, and although he now looks more awake than a few minutes ago, he still looks just as bewildered.
âSoââ He starts.
âYouâve been ignoring me,â you state at the same time.
ââOh,â he ends lamely, his voice falling short as his face warms.
You stare expectantly, a shrewd look on your face. âWhy?â
âI-Ignoring...?â Changbin asks nervously. âI wouldnât call it ignoring, per se...â
You raise an eyebrow. âReally? Is that why you didnât answer my, I donât know, seventeen text messages? Or why, perhaps, you were a no show to dinner Saturday night with Felix and I?â
âWell, you seeââ He starts, but you cut him off with a scathing glare.
ââChangbin, I even watched you run away from the library yesterday when you saw me.â
He winces. â...You notices that?â
âYeah, I did.â
âOh,â he repeats, this time his voice small.
A blanket of awkward silence falls over the two of you once again, and he avoids eye contact like his life depends on it.
âIs this about Friday night?â You ask finally, and like youâve just flipped a switch, his expression of trepidation morphs into one of panic, all but confirming your suspicions.
âFriday... W-Which part? I mean, do you... Do you remember it all?â He asks nervously, his eyes laser focused on the chunks of watermelon in his hands.
The perspiration is painfully visible on his face and you hope he doesnât pass out before you get the chance to finish your conversation.
âWhat do you mean?â You raise an eyebrow. âAre you talking about the part where you carried me home, or the part where you confessed your undying love for me?â
His reaction is almost funny enough for you to remember youâre mad at him for spending the last few days ignoring your existence, because the way his face turns a blooming red and he looks like heâs waiting for Zeus to strike him dead right here and now is simultaneously funny and really, really endearing.
âPsshh, undying love? I-I think you might, uh, be confused, or somethingââ
âChangbin,â you deadpan. âAre you forgetting the part where I reciprocated?â
ââY-You what?â
âGod, I know watermelons are one of your favorite fruits, but do you have to be so dense?â You burst. âI said, I feel the same.â
He just stands there, gaping. Youâre not even sure heâs taken a breath in the last minute.
âChangbin?â You say tentatively when he starts to turn a little bit blue, waving your hand in front of his face. âAre you there?â
âYou...â He says faintly, staring off into the distance.
âYes?â You say, unsure. âLook, unless I hallucinated the whole part where you said youâre in love with me and you donât actually have any feelings for me and Iâm just an idiot... Then I donât get what the big deal is.â
âN-No!â He starts, his eyes wide as he snaps back to reality. Heâs hyperaware of everything, and his gaze is feverishly glued to you.
âI-I mean... yes?â He stutters helplessly, and you look at him weirdly.
âSo you donât have feelings for me?â You ask skeptically, now more confused than before. Changbin looks horrified, and he scrambles quickly for words that seem to fail him.
âNo!â A pause. âWait... yes...â
âIâm going to be honest,â you squint at him. âThat cleared up absolutely nothing.â
âI justââ Changbin groans. âWhat Iâm trying to say is...â
âYeah?â You say dryly when he hesitates too long.
â...Youâre, um, one in a melon?â He offers up finally, a pained look on his face, and heâs already wincing before the sentence is all the way out of his mouth.
A moment passes, and then another, and your eyes flicker to the bowl of fruit in his hand then back to his face. The longer you stare at Changbin with an unreadable expression, the thicker the undeniable dread in his heart builds until he thinks heâs going to pass out.
âDid you just... make a fruit pun?â Your voice is deathly quiet, and your stare is piercing in the way that incites a please donât kill me, I have a family and kids! kind of way.
Changbin cringes. Why are you so intimidating? Why is it so hard for him to use his brain and actually say what he wants to say? And why couldnât he have fallen in love with someone nice and sweet that doesnât make him want to shit his pants while simultaneously making his heart skip a beat?
â...Maybe?â He says tentatively.
Another moment passes, and then you shake your head.
âAll the watermelon puns in the world,â you begin, your eyes narrowed, âand thatâs the one you choose?â
âWhat?â He says, taken aback.
âI mean,â you begin to rant, your eyebrows now drawn taut like he just offended your familyâs honor. âNot even a Harry Styles reference? I mean, watermelon sugar was right there!â
You pause.
âWait, no... That song is painfully sexual. Maybe itâs a good thing you didnât go with that one...â
âUm,â Changbin says, unsure of whether he should interrupt your tirade or not.
âBut still! A world of watermelon puns, and you go with the most basic one. I canât believe Iâm in love with an idiot like you...â
âHey!â He protests indignantly at that. âThatâs my line! If anyone is an idiot between the two of us, itâs you.â
You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. âYeah? Is that why everything youâve said in the past ten minutes has been the worst case of word vomit Iâve ever seen?â
âWellââ He begins, but you interrupt.
âYou literally didnât even answer my question in the first place! I mean, first you ignore me for days, and then when I come here to confront you about why youâve been acting like a coward and not facing me, you act all weird, and then suddenly youâre making a mess of the feelings that I definitely had figured out, and now Iâm not sure if you are or are not in love with me. Which is dumb because Iâm in love with you, and I most definitely did not give you permission to confuse me like this, soâmph!â
In the time that it takes you to say all of that, Changbin sets down the bowl of fruit and then grabs your hands, pulls you close to him, and then does the last thing you would have expected: he kisses you.
Youâre so shocked that your first instinct is to bite him, and when you do... Well, you do it hard.
âOw!â He exclaims, pulling back, and this time youâre the one left in stunned, awkward silence.
He reaches a hand up to where you bit his lip, already red and a little bit swollen. âUm...â
âSorry!â You apologize quickly, panic rising up in you as you watch him.
âNot the reaction I was hoping for...â He mutters.
âWellâI meanââ You blubber, and if you werenât still so shocked, you would probably be able to appreciate the irony of how the roles reversed so quickly.
ââDoes this mean... You feel the same?â You finish off, your voice small.
He deadpans.
âWhat do you think?â
âWell, I mean, maybeââ
ââY/N,â he interrupts, looking you dead in the eye, and you cut off. âIâm going to try to kiss you again now, is that okay?â
Your lips part in an âoâ shape, and after a moment too long of dumbly staring at him, you nod almost imperceptibly.
âGreat,â Changbin says, and then his lips are on yours againâexcept this time, youâre ready for it.
His lips are slightly chapped, and he tastes like the emergency strawberry chapstick you leave at his apartment in case you lose the one you always carry with you. Something warm wells up in your chest as you realize that youâre actually kissing him, and your arm rises up to grasp at the hair on his neck. Changbinâs hands cup your face, and he kisses you with so much feeling that the only thought left in your head is that if you knew he was this good at it, you would have kissed your best friend ages ago.
Itâs simultaneously the longest and shortest moment of your life, and you let out a little whine when he finally pulls away from you.
âWow,â Changbin exhales, and the dumb grin on his face makes your stomach do flips.
âYeah,â you nod breathlessly. âIâm a really good kisser, right?â
Heâs looking at you like youâve just hung the moon and the stars in the sky for him, and youâre a little surprised when instead of disagreeing with youâre statement, he simply nods.
âJust so you know,â he begins, and your hands are still in his as he gazes into your eyes sincerely. âThis means weâre dating now.â
âYouâre not even going to ask me?â You sniff, and he raises an eyebrow like heâs daring you to say something more.
Itâs simultaneously the hottest and most infuriating thing that youâve ever seen him do, and youâre kind of mad that heâs able to look so good while barely moving a muscle.
âSo,â you clear your throat. âJust to be clearââ
âOh my god, Y/N, yes,â Changbin says, exasperated. âIâm in love with you, although I might have to change my mind if you keep asking.â
You beam, big and cheesy, and then toss your arms around your neck as you tackle him with a hug.
âFor the record...â You murmur mischievously into his ear, âI love you too.â
âI know.â
Seo Changbin, your person, is in love with you.
And you? Well, you guess youâre in love with him too.
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â đđđđđđđ˘: after weeks of prep and research, itâs finally shop opening day. Cue the nerves. Good thing youâve got your best friend beside you.
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âAre we really doing this?â Your wide eyes flit up to his as your finger hovers above the enter key.
âWeâre really doing this,â Taehyung nods resolutely. His hand laces over top of yours, the pressure of it making you both tap the button together, and without another word, itâs done.
âItâs official. Our shop is now liveâŚ.â you lean back in your cognac chair, eyes a bit dazed as you scroll listlessly over the ten images the two of you have spent the last month and a half agonizing over. âShould we have picked a different name?â You look up at him, worried.
âAbsolutely not.â The set of his brows is firm, heâs not going to let you talk yourself out of this again. But his eyes, those warm sweet mocha eyes are as kind as ever. When he catches you staring, he smiles and sets his large hands to gently massaging your too tight shoulders. âMercy, woman. We havenât even made a sale yet. How do you already have the tension of a 60 year CEO?â
âTalent, I suppose,â you shrug flippantly, a heavy sigh floating from your lips. Your fingers cover his and squeeze, searching for the kind of comfort only your best friend could give. âThis is a good idea right? We wonât regret this? Itâs just⌠weâve put so much work into it. So much time. What if itââ
âShh. Weâve talked about this.â Taehyung has pulled your chair back from the table, coming to hold your hands properly as he squats in front of you. He is entirely too tall for this, but itâs comforting nonetheless so you donât fight it. He looks directly in your too wide eyes and smiles. Itâs the sort of smile a parent makes at their child whoâs scared of a monster that isnât really there. âI didnât decide to do this with you just because you were the only person around, you know.â
A quick head tilt and a scoff on your end have him chuckling again. âThis is your pep talk? I think I felt better before.â Your incredulous brow is lifted as your eyes fall away from his.
âIt would be if youâd stop interrupting, silly.â One of his long fingers taps you on the nose, and you fight back the grin blooming on your lips.
âIt hasnât even been open ten minutes yet, give it some time. Weâve got this. Weâre just going to try. Thatâs all this is rememberâ our first try. If it goes well, thatâs incredible. If it doesnât, we regroup. But if it doesnât take off right away, itâs not because you and I arenât talented, got it?â
Your eyes still wonât meet his as you nervously chew your lip. Signing, he grips your chin and tugs your face toward him. âLook at me. Got it?â
Those big brown eyes of his always look so calm, so certain. You wonder if anything can shake him. Youâd hate to see how fearsome a thing would have to be rattle Taehyung. The thought makes you shiver then sigh.
Heâs still looking at you expectantly, you realize. His fingers are still lingering on your skin. His elbow still leans on your knee. And you still need to remember to breathe.
âOkay.â It comes out as a heavy exhale through your nose. You arenât certain about this at all. It had seemed so much easier in the abstract as a simple idea floating between you and Taehyung one dreadfully boring quarantine afternoon. But now it was real. There were real hopes and dreams and time and money you didnât have to waste invested in this now. Taehyung is capable. No one would ever doubt that. You were the one you were worried about. What if no one bought the things you two were selling ? What if you werenât talented enough to keep up if they did? What â âow! What was that for?â
Startled, you press a soothing palm to your now radiating forehead. Taehyung had just soundly thumped you between the brows, and if his body language tells you anything, he is entirely unapologetic about it. âI know you, youâre tearing this to shreds in your head before itâs even really started...câmon. Weâve got this. Weâre us. Weâre y/n and Taehyung. Itâs going to work. Somehow. Promise.â His smile makes his eyes crinkle. Itâs adorable and endearing and makes you feel slightly less murderous about the bump you assume is forming between your eyes.
He stands to his feet, brushing non existent dust from the thighs of his wide leg slacks. Heâs got a white, vintage led zeppelin tee cuffed and tucked into the narrow waist of his camel dress pants, as usual looking entirely too effortless for anyone two and a half months into quarantine. Youâd be tempted to be jealous of his never ending state of good dress if it didnât bode so well for your business.
Graciously, He extends an open palm to help pull you up before scooping you into one of his trademark bear hugs. Itâs warm there, pressed to his chest like this. Itâs hard to complain while this thoroughly soothed and he knows it. Thatâs why itâs his favorite method of shutting you up. Or as he much more gently puts it, soothing your nerves. He smells cozy like the tonka bean cologne he bought in Paris last summer. The one he only wears on the most special of occasions. Which, you suppose today is. He buries his cheek into the dense cloud of your messy bun and squeezes all your protests away as his forearms grip beneath the set of your ribs. When he holds you like this, itâs impossible to fight his optimism. So you donât.
âIs it really going to be okay?â You murmur. The words float between you, hovering so long you think the cotton of his tshirt has absorbed them. He inhales as he prepares to reply, his chest rising, lifting your cheeks along with it when the sudden ding of a tiny bell has both of you whipping your heads around to look at your laptop.
There, in the corner of your screen. Your first order has come throughâ one cream canvas tote bag and a set of pearl earrings.
Your eyes flash glazed and teary up at him, only to find his fond gaze already watching you. Itâs tender and warm, and you feel his shoulders give in and drop as he holds you. You realize then that heâd been holding his breath too. Heâd been as nervous as you, but chose positivity and comforting you instead. Youâre touched. A happy tear glistens on your cheek as you realize you couldnât have picked a more perfect teammate to pursue your dreams with. Wrapping your arms around his narrow waist, you give him a strong, substantial squeeze before nuzzling safely back into the center of his chest.
âYou were right, Tae,â you sniffle. âWeâve got this.â
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â pairing: jimin x reader â genre: mostly fluff with a touch of angst, slice of life â word count: 652 words â warning: none.
opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
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They say that eyes are the window to the soul. But what, exactly, do we see in oneâs eyes?
In Jiminâs eyes, you could see joy. You could see the moment he had asked you out to be his girlfriend. You could see the stars twinkling brightly in the night sky, watching over the pair of you as he fidgeted nervously, stumbling with his words as he tried to form a coherent sentence. When he finally spilled his feelings for you, you could see a tinge of hesitation in his eyes, but it was gone in a split second as the word âyesâ left your lips. It was then replaced with joy â an emotion so pure and intense it was engraved in your memory â and it was reflected in the million watt smile adorning his face, and the way his eyes sparkled brighter than the stars you had been gazing at just moments ago.
In Jiminâs eyes, you could see anxiety. His eyes were always filled with anxiety before a major performance. Being the perfectionist that he is, he wanted to ensure that his execution was completely flawless, and despite the numerous times you had tried to calm him down, telling him that he had practiced hard enough and that everything was going to go fine, the anxiety would never leave him. It would never leave him, until the moment he danced his heart out on stage, his entire being burning with passion that heated the atmosphere. Only when he had gone off the stage, when he assessed his own performance with a more level-headed mindset, did some of the anxiety leave him, and only when you had praised him good job, did the anxiety finally be replaced by elation, and relief. In Jiminâs eyes, you could see sadness and hurt. You could see it clear as day the moment you raised your voice at him. You werenât sure why you did that, you werenât even sure what had started the argument in the first place. It was likely to be something unnecessary, but the two of you were too caught up in your emotions that you could no longer handle them, allowing it to run freely without bounds. You tore your eyes away from him, burying face in your hands as you struggled to keep the tears from running down your face, trying to keep your emotions in check. You felt Jimin pull your hands away, raising your head to look at him straight in the eyes, and you flinched from the raw emotions you observed in them. It was as if you could read his thoughts â that behind the unshed tears glistening in his eyes, he was also hurting just like you. He struggled with handling this pointless argument, and all he wanted was to talk whatever misunderstanding might have arose out, so that your relationship could return to how it once was. You could see how desperate he was to not lose you, not over something as petty as this, and how afraid he was of the idea that you might no longer be a significant part of his life. But most of all, in Jiminâs eyes, you could see peace. He once brought you on an impromptu date to his hometown, Busan, to visit one of the beaches he frequented when he was younger. As you watched the sunset together, you could see the peace emanating from his eyes, spreading all over his body as his posture relaxed, a content smile on his face as he gazed at you fondly. You could feel his heart physically calming itself down, his thoughts filled with scenes and longing that this can happen more often in the future. You would have heard his thoughts, but that was not necessary â Â since the same one was running through yours. This is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
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My Favorite
Author: Baekhhoney Pairings: baeksoo Status: complete Word count: 4,400~ Rating: NC-17 Sexual content: yes Warnings: asexual character having sex, asexual character feeling pressured into sex, explicit sexual conversations
Summary: Baekhyun loves sexiness, he just doesn't love sex.
Ariâs notes: thanks for the rec anon! this is one none of us had found or had even on our âto readâ list. Very sweet, and I love how understanding ksoo was in this fic!
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Along With The Sunshine
Author: taonsils Pairings: chantao Status:Â ongoing Word count: 3,037+ Rating: NC-17 Sexual content: discussions of sexual activities Warnings: explicit sexual conversation
Summary: (mostly) soft (definitely) queer slice of life drabblesâ I've been promising myself and anyone else who may want them some relatable⢠drabbles for years, so here we finally are ! mostly going to be aro/ace/genderfeelsy contentâă
Ariâs notes: only just started and I already love it and canât wait for the rest! a collection of drabbles about lgbtq+ characters, currently including: ace tao and ace spec pcy! I will try to update the tags as the fic updates :)
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A Brand of Love
Author: 93rdfragment Pairings: kaisoo Status: complete Word count: 522 Rating: G Sexual content: no Warnings: none
Summary: Â Soft, sleepy queer-platonic kaisoo. Implied trans man!kyungsoo and aromantic!jongin
Nancyâs Notes: summary is mine because the author didnât give one referring to the fic^^
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Evening, Love
Author: rainbowtoxicity Pairings: sehun/xiumin Status: complete Word count: 1,017 Rating: PG Sexual content: none Warnings: none
Summary: there are lots of perks to dating oh sehun. ace sehun! itâs drabble #7 in the post.
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Rhythmicity
Author: taonsils Pairings: suho/tao Status: complete Word count: 31,193 Rating: R Sexual content: none Warnings: discussions of depression, gender dysphoria
Summary: It's not that Zitao feels sad exactly. Just kind of off balance. Gross, as he said, and that's the best way he's found to describe it so far. Trans Tao + ace characters!
Ariâs notes: I wanted to post a fic focusing on Tao today, since itâs the release of his newest song, The Road! Itâs very personal to him so please give it a listen and lots of love and support~ And please enjoy the fic!
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Together-Together
Author: taonsils Pairings: Chen/Suho/Tao Status: complete Word count: 5,101 Rating: NC-17 Sexual content: yes Warnings: asexual character engaging in sexual activities
Summary:Â "I'm not boring," Junmyeon protests. Jongdae tells him his sweater vest says otherwise, and through giggles Zitao obligingly sets about removing it. Ace Tao + Aro Jongdae!
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Not So Sexual Healing
Author: write_the_impossible Pairings: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo Status: complete Word count: 2,216 Rating: G Sexual content: referenced to, but no actual smut scenes Warnings: sexual normativity
Summary: Chanyeol and Kyungsoo find out they're homoromantic asexuals and their friends try to cope. Try being the key word.
Ariâs notes: this may not be everyoneâs cup of tea, as there are somewhat flippant reactions to asexuality. For me, it was fine; these reactions are pretty realistic, and the whole fic is quite lighthearted - sexual characters are also joked about! But this may not suit everyoneâs tastes. Otherwise, enjoy!
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The Opposite of Winter Blues
Author: e2x2o Pairing: Baekhyun/Chen/Suho Status: complete Word count: 2,000~ Rating: PG-13 Sexual content: references to sex Warnings: sensual scenes
Summary: Unbeta'd polygamy with baekchen as cat hybrids who break stereotypes. Demisexual (catboy) Jongdae!
Ariâs Notes: the world needs unending amounts of fluffy subaekchen. and fics that break the mold and explore ideas instead of sticking to stereotypes! Please leave feedback and love to the author!
LJ
#asexual#*ademi#background#g:slice of life#g:fluff#r:poly#o:hybrids#otn:subaekchen#m:baekhyun#m:chen#m:suho
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Hot Chocolate
Author: e2x2o Pairing: Baekhyun/Chen Status: complete Word count: 2,505 Rating: PG-13 Sexual content: none Warnings: N/A
Summary: "You're my favourite too."Â Ace-aro-nonbinary Baekhyun and Jongdae!
Nancyâs Notes: This was written for one of my prompts for femmexo round 4!! My friend Rand wrote it and sheâs a wonderful person, so if you guys could please leave her some feedback, that would be really awesome :)
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