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OFF LIMITS â rafe cameron ÂĄ (02)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content sexual jokes, rafe being a tease !
NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 01 ÂĄ 02 ÂĄ 03
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Involving yourself with Rafe Cameron, whom you later found out was good friends with your brother, was definitely not a part of your plan.Â
Spending the next two months with him meant coming to terms with your actions, perhaps take responsibility for the mess you created out of this situation. Had you further dug into his information, paid attention to the last name splattered across your screen, you would not have ended up in the bathroom, contemplating whether going downstairs was a good idea.Â
Avoiding him could be an option right now, but you knew you'd have to face him one day, whether it was today, or another. And while he stayed oblivious to the incident, you couldnât help the embarrassment that flushed your face everytime his eyes would lock with yours.
You somehow spent the afternoon together, his lingering gazes leaving you a nervous mess every time his eyes fell on you. Heâd stare at you for a few seconds, letting tension heave through the air, almost as if it was the most casual thing ever, as if heâs not your brotherâs best friend, someone so off limits, forbidden to the touch.Â
Besides that, it was nice, you got to spend more time with Sarah, catch up with the girl and everything you missed out on in the past few hours she was gone. It distracted you from your embarrassment, eternally grateful, because you donât think youâll be capable of spending another minute within Rafeâs presence without exploding.Â
Taking a deep breath, you mustered up the courage to head downstairs, taking each step with haste. Sarah perked up when the hardwood creaked underneath you, causing you to come to a halt. Sarah called out your name, addressing you with the hand she waved in your direction, her excitement instantly replacing the frown spread across your face with a smile.Â
âWhat took you so long?â Her lips jut into a pout, tucking her hair behind her ear. She welcomed you with open arms, chuckling when you accepted the embrace with a content hum âYou know, I missed you.âÂ
âYou were jusâ talking to me.â You muffled out, relaxing as the blonde rocked your bodies back and forth.Â
âItâs not the same!â She exclaimed, pulling away for a moment. âItâs not everyday I get to see you in real life.âÂ
Ryan cleared his throat, in an attempt to earn yours and Sarahâs attention. To his satisfaction, he did, causing your gaze to shift back to the latter, instantly detecting the disgusted expression he had splattered across his face.Â
âCan you save this for later, and please help me out?â Ryan questioned, making you roll your eyes. âYou think I called you down so you could be all over each other?âÂ
âShut up.â Sarah stuck out her tongue, teasing the latter from where she stood.Â
You scrunched your nose, tensing when you sensed Rafeâs burning glare from the corner of your eyes. The boyâs glances were intense, almost as if he was staring at you for the purpose of undressing you with his gaze, and that, yeah, it never failed to knock a breath out of your chest, creating a flustered mess out of you.Â
Sarah returned to her old position, standing behind the counter with you following in her steps, striving to see what they were up to. Your lips formed into an âoâ shape, peaking with interest when you noticed the deviled eggs Ryan was plating.
âThat looks good,â you hummed, turning in Ryanâs direction, who conceitedly nodded, proud of the dish they had displayed on the counter. âDonât people usually make these for thanksgiving, though?â
âThatâs what I said!â Sarah agreed, giggling when Ryan grumbled, disapproving of your statement.Â
âYouâre acting like youâre not gonna eat them!â He elbowed your side, acknowledging you with his chin when you hissed, faking a pained expression. âStop complaining and grab more plates, we need them for the mash potatoes.âÂ
âThe only thing missing is the turkey, at this point.â You scoffed, mumbling to yourself, though Ryan could still hear you. âWhereâs the plates?âÂ
âUhh,â Sarah started, observing the cabinets behind you. She pointed to one of them with her finger, your eyes instantly following where her digit landed. âYou can find some in there.â
With a nod, you shuffled to approach the stacked cabinets, aiming for the one Sarah was referring to. A groan instantly escaped your throat, gaze trailing up to the plates positioned on the top shelf.Â
âWhy on earth are these cabinets so high?â You whined, standing on your tippy toes to grab the dishes, merely to end up with nothing in your grasp. âAnd why are you putting plates on the top shelf?! None of you could reach them!âÂ
You extended your arm once again, stretching out your body in an attempt to seize the plates, losing your balance when you maintained the same position for a little too long, eventually failing to achieve what you were aiming for.Â
Ryan mumbled a few words of complaints, rushing you to grab the plates faster, though he noticed that you were struggling, not offering to step in and help you. You paused for a second, calculating how you were going to capture the plates without asking for help, as that was a no in your watch.Â
Right, you could use a chair, and although that was quite the embarrassment, it was the only option you had, even if it meant making a fool out of yourself.Â
âHere, lemme try.âÂ
You tensed where you stood, breath hitching when Rafe shuffled behind you, his broad chest colliding against your back. Your vision blurred as you inhaled his scent, his musky cologne intoxicating your senses.Â
Your gaze trailed up his arm, where it hovered over your shoulder, the brief contact sending goosebumps down your spine. And if you werenât aware before, you definitely are now, enjoying the sight of him towering over you a little too much for your liking.Â
The latter grunted as he reached for the plates, capturing them with a little difficulty. The sound instantly echoed through your ears, blinding you whole, that you had no right being this into it. Your mind wandered with thoughts you shouldnât even ponder about, not as the boy was innocently stepping in to help, when your own brother couldnât.Â
âThere you go.â Rafe muttered, voice barely above a whisper. He placed the plates on the counter in front of you, moving to catch sight of your reaction, chuckling when he noticed how flustered you were, mouth slightly parting with an exhale. âDid I startle you? Sorry, I was jusâ tryinâ to help.âÂ
âRight,â you said through a breath, blinking far too many times for your liking. âThank you, Iâ that was really nice.âÂ
âMhm.â He leaned his arm over the counter, admiring you with a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He stood still for a moment, almost as if he was seeking something out of you, perchance a reply, if that was even appropriate in this situation.
âWhat?â You asked, cluelessly staring back at him, fingers clutching the plates you had in hand.Â
âCould you hurry up!â Ryan interrupted, causing you to jolt from where you stood, leaving Rafe hanging as you headed in your brotherâs direction. âThe foodâs about to run cold.â
âYou couldâve helped me grab them, dickhead.â You scoffed, failing to keep your eyes to yourself as you stole a glance in Rafeâs direction, breath catching in your throat when you spotted him yet staring at you, with the same mischievous smile he had from earlier.Â
Heâs only helping, youâre acting like this because it caught you off guard, right? Fuck, you were totally screwed, how were you supposed to act normal when Rafe was behaving like a gentleman, doing everything in his power to make you comfortable, whether itâs him helping you grab the plates, or him offering you a drink with the scorching hot sun.Â
Either way, this was bad, for your mental being, and the boundaries you created for yourself. Itâs only been a day, what will happen in the next few weeks youâre spending with him? You donât know, but what you do know is that theyâll be hell, tortuous, even.
Sarah passed you the pot of mash, politely asking you to plate it, making it hard for you to refuse the request. You did as told, doing it as neatly as physically possible, with Ryan nagging over your head, telling you to be more cautious in the process.Â
You managed to get what you were asked for done, with the boy pestering you nonstop throughout it, creating a frustrated mess out of you. Rafe offered a helping hand, arranging the plates on the table, for each person they were serving.Â
The elders came through the front door, having been gone for most of the time theyâve been here, excusing themselves for what you assumed was a business meeting. You embraced your mom in a hug, presenting the food to her with your free arm, snickering when she squealed, taken aback by all the food displayed on the table.Â
Dinner was chaotic, filled with chatter and giggles as everyone bonded over the food, getting to catch up with each other. Ward was quite the man, and while you did dislike him, witnessing all the times he was harsh to Sarah, you couldnât dodge his curious questions, not when everyone surrounding you thought of you as angel who wouldnât hurt a fly.Â
You kept to yourself for most of the time, amused by Sarah and Ryan arguing over who cooked each dish, fighting to claim their credit. And as for Rafe, well, he was there, sitting besides Ryan, who was across from you.
âYouâre oddly quiet, Bug.â Sarah suddenly started, talking over the elders, who were chatting about business. âIs everything okay?â
âHuh, yeah!â You nodded, flashing her an endearing smile, one Sarah contently returned.Â
âItâs only âcause thereâs people around,â Ryan clicked his teeth, having heard the conversation. âTrust, sheâs such a brat, donât encourage her to keep talking, otherwise, sheâll never shut up.âÂ
âCan you not?â You muffled through gritted teeth, kicking his foot from underneath the table. âCould you also move? Youâre all up in my space.âÂ
âThatâs uh,â Rafe choked out, taking a sip off of the glass of water splattered across his side of the table. âThatâs my leg.âÂ
You froze your spot, eyes widening with shock when you peaked under the table, discerning that it was Rafeâs leg you were kicking, Ryanâs far back positioned inches away from his chair. Sarah mimicked your action, chuckling when she caught sight of the ridiculous sight, entertained by the situation.Â
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry.â You apologized, eyebrows furrowing with concern. âI thought you were Ryan.â
âItâs okay.â He dismisses, flashing you a gentle smile. âSorry for ruining your uhâ plans.âÂ
âWhy are you apologizing?â Ryan jutted his lips into a pout, turning to glimpse at Rafe, whose face filled with concern. âYouâre supposed to defend me. Why are you taking her side?âÂ
âMhm,â Rafe hummed, going along with the bit. His fingers found the curve of Ryanâs jaw, cupping his face in a teasing manner. âDid I hurt your feelings? Iâm sorry, Iâll be more cautious next time. Do you want a kiss, sweetheart?âÂ
Ryan nodded, nuzzling into the latterâs hand, letting his eyes fall shut when Rafe leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead. The mere sight made you sick to your stomach, with Sarah just as cringed out as you were, grumbling with detest.
Looks like you had some competition.Â
âCan you not?â Sarah huffed, âWeâre eating.âÂ
âShe doesnât get it.â Ryan shook his head with disappointment, withdrawing from the touch. Rafe agreed by nodding, patting Ryanâs shoulder before he got back to eating, acting as if that was the normalest thing theyâve done over dinner.Â
Fancy plating was all fun and games until you had to do the dishes, and with the little work you did tonight, it did not look good on your watch. Ryan excused himself out of the list, with Sarah following behind, informing you that they made dinner, meaning it was your turn to do the dishes.Â
Which, truth be told was fair, you totally understood where they were coming from, because if that was you, you wouldâve done the same thing.Â
âIâll help out.â Rafe joined in, the suggestion creating a nervous mess out of you.Â
Thatâs how you ended up in front of the sink, watching as plates piled up with every dish Rafe brought, instantly joining your side after he tidied up the table, wiping it clean to ensure a disinfected setting.Â
Your contained giggles seeped through the silence, observing as Rafe clumsily scrubbed a plate, stumbling as it almost slipped from his hands. A sigh of relief escaped his parted lips, tightening his hold around it before it could further slither through his fingers.Â
âYou donât need to do it.â You uttered, catching Rafeâs attention, who turned to face you with a smug grin spread across his lips, oblivious to the teasing smile you flashed him.
âWhy?â He curled one of his eyebrows with confusion, scrubbing the plate with all his might, though it was past its limit. âDo you not want my help?â
âItâs not that,â you playfully rolled your eyes, rinsing off the excess soap. âIt just looks like youâre struggling.âÂ
ââThat so?â He shot back, mimicking your action, copying your each move to make sure heâs doing it right.Â
âMhm.â You mused, letting silence linger through the air, atmosphere heaving with tension.Â
âYou know,â Rafe started, eyes glued to his gloved hands. âYouâre different over text.âÂ
You almost drop the plate in your hand, caught off guard by the latterâs statement. Rafe maintained a blank expression, continuing what he was doing while you tensed in your spot, too dumbfounded to move, or respond.Â
âIââ you stammered, abandoning the dishes piled in the sink, and focusing your whole attention on Rafe. âWhy are you bringing that up?âÂ
âShould I not?â He questioned, stealing a swift glance in your direction as he cocked his head to the side, intrigued by how the conversation was flowing. âI mean, you did text me this morning, am I supposed to pretend it didnât happen?â
âYou said it yourself,â you started, suddenly feeling your throat go dry. âRyanâs my brother, it would be best if we didnât discuss this.âÂ
âWhy not?â He muttered, voice barely above a whisper. âItâs not like weâre doinâ anythinâ weird, yâknow? I mean, you did leave an impression on me.â
âimpression?â You repeated, jeered by his words as your mouth moved faster than your brain. âDid you know weâd be meeting here?âÂ
âWell,â he replied, rinsing off the soapy dishes. âI canât say I didnât.â
âWhy didnât you say anything, then?â You whispered, afraid others would overhear your conversation. âHad you told me, I wouldnât have continued speaking to you. Do you know how awkward things are now that youâre here?âÂ
âWhy?â Rafe hushed out, pausing for a second, before he turned to face you, now leveling his face with your own. âAm I making you nervous?âÂ
Your throat ran dry, taken aback by the question. Was he flirting with you? And if not, why did it have such a big effect on you? Tolling you with temptation in ways you knew were impossible, out of reach, even.Â
âWhat?â You uttered through a breath, face flushing with heat. âNoâ no itâs justââ
âIâm just messing.â He snickered, amused by how flustered you grew, stuttering to mutter a coherent statement out.Â
âThat wasnât funny.â You grumbled out, fluttering your eyes at the latter, visibly embarrassed by the reaction the boy received from you.Â
âRight.â He chuckled, not sounding convinced at all.Â
The next few minutes filled with tension, as you both fell quiet, letting silence heave the air. Rafe didnât seem as affected as you were, maintaining a blank expression the whole time you were a mess, too embarrassed to be in the boyâs presence, who seemed oblivious to the uncomfortable atmosphere he had created.Â
You instantly excused yourself to your room afterwards, telling the boy you were sleepy, though it was too early for bed. You needed a moment to yourself, even if it meant lying through your teeth.
Besides, you werenât the only one who was gone, as Sarah was nowhere in sight, disappearing once you were done. She was probably talking to her boyfriend, hence you know how clingy they were with each other.Â
You took a quick shower, freshening up before bed, immediately followed with your skin care routine, playing soft music in the background while you did so. You dressed yourself in comfortable pajamas, instantly slipping under your covers, letting the warmness engulf your body whole.Â
Your eyes droswed with sleep, after a few hours of scrolling through your phone, not noticing the time, only acknowledging how late it was when you received a notification that earned your attention. Your breath almost hitched as you opened the DM, caught off guard by who it was from.Â
It was Rafe.
a/n THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THIS WTH!! i wasnt expectingt it ily mwahh!! & just a little fyi this story will have more irl parts, it wont be solely sm based as i alr have stated in the beginning! it will definitely have social media, but im not abandoning the irl part of it yk đŁ that being said, feel free to lmk if you want to be removed/added to the taglist :) (in order to stay on it, you need to interact with the posts)
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american wedding l ln4
summary: lando dating zak brown's daughter leads to a lot of pr disasters, like getting married in vegas
notes: can be read as a part two to boss' daughter or a stand alone
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yourusername wasnt gonna drink tonight but i miss my bf like a mf.
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user real tbh
user i miss u like a mf. show ur face at a race already queen.
user no cause it's been forever since she went to one and i miss the chaotic content with her and lando
user you know damn well you were gonna drink regardless liked by yourusername
landonorris i miss u moređ just drop out of uni and come to all my races
zbrownceo excuse me?
landonorris JUST A JOKE! ha ha ha.
user LANDOđđ
landonorris but i just booked a flight to nyc because of this post btw. see you this weekendđ
yourusername i was about to start crying until i realized what emoji you usedđ
oscarpiastri dont we have be at the mtc this weekened??
yourusername SHHHH OSCAH
landonorris yeah oscar shhh
user poor oscar is always getting tag teammed by those two
user lando getting that in-law privilege by skipping important meetings to see his boss' daughterđ
user i love this relationship's dynamic theyre so perfect for each other
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f1gossip Lando and Y/n's Brown's weekend in New York City! It seems Lando skipped his trip to the MTC to be with his girlfriend where they were pictured clubbing and walking around the city multiple times.
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user IN THE CLURB WE ALL FAM
user he finally met his match lol
user lando is a clingy drunk confirmedâ
user i really want to know what their drunk conversations sound like
user hot take but if she wasnt zaks daughter most of you guys would hate her
user shes making him blow off important meetings so he could be with her? she sounds like a distraction from racing
user girl what- her dad is literally the ceo? if there was an issue im sure he wouldve let them know bffr
user zak brown is probably tired of these twođ
user is partying all they do together?
user no cause she lowkey seems like a bad influence
user i agree𫣠shes always posting herself partying and drinking, thats not wag material
user she might be a pr nightmare but i stand with my canceled wifeđ
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landonorris nyc to vegasđŠ aaaand i brought the bad influence with
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user the caption IM-
user nah hes lowkey dissing y/n hatersđ
user how did he bag someone 10x cooler than him
user the bottle of alcohol and the vape, she really is ready for vegas
user Y/N'S BACK!!!
yourusername vegas aint ready for us
landonorris no they arentđ
yourusername enough.
user no hate to the other wags but y/n is truly the realest one out of all of them
user fr she truly is just a normal girl in her twenties
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yourusername what is that suppose that mean OSCAH!!! my father will hear of this
oscarpiastri ok calm down draco malfoy
user why is there lowkey beef between y/n and oscar LMFAO
yourusername he hates my swag!!!
oscarpiastri she brings a lotttt of energy to the garage when shes heređ
user im crying at oscars responseđđđ hes had enough of yn and lando
user idk if her holding a bottle of alcohol is appropriate to post!
user pls grow up omg
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yourusername postt race partoes >>>>>> the avtual race
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user THEE party girl
user i need to party with them so bad
user lando.jpg when???
user the typosđ shes already drunk
user yup theres already videos of her and lando drunkly dancing together all over twitter
user yeah and oscar was in the background of those videos looking miserable LMFAOO
user oh to be a wag partying in vegas with lando
yourusername posted a story
user i voted fall to my knees and cry btwâŚif you even care
user um this is a random question to ask at 3amâŚ
user what stores are even open rnđđ
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oscarpiastri Y/N??? IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU AND LANDO FOR LIKE A HALF AN HOUR AT THE CLUB AND YOURE NOT EVEN HERE??
oscarpiastri if you guys dont pick up your phones i swear to godâŚ
oscarpiastri of course i get stuck as babysitter to the two most drunk people at the party
yourusername heY oscahđđ sendingg u my lpcation now cuz we need a witness so come ASAPPPPPP
oscarpiastri WITNESS FOR WHAT?
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danielricciardo if this means what i think it means, youre both so deadđ¤Ł
user babes didnt u just post at the club like an hour ago
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yourusername do u guys thonk my dad will be mad thaT oscar walked me down the aislee?
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user OH MY GOD??
user mclarens pr team are going to have a rude awakening in the morningđ
user shes never beating the bad influence allegations i fear
user crazy to think that this time last year he was flirting with her through her instagram commentsđ
user and now theyre married omg i remember everyone was teasing lando but he truly got the last laugh
carlossainz55 i dont know if i should congralute you guys or be concerned?
user mind you, its almost four in the morning in vegas
danielricciardo getting married is crazy, you should be at the club
yourusername u mak a grrat point! otw now
mclaren we cannot congratulate until the boss says its okay sorryđ
zbrownceo answer your phone.
oscarpiastri sir, i would like it to be known that she blackmailed to be there
yourusername okay snitch!
zbrownceo im not kidding y/n
danielricciardo ouuu youre in trouble
user its so over for them
user zak finally putting his foot down with these two LMFAO
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f1gossip Wedding celebrations at the club! Seems like the newlyweds are back partying after their wedding announcement was made just a few minutes ago. Congrats to them?
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user everyone is freaking out and theyre literally at the club im cryingg
user "congrats to them?" is literally all of us rnđ
user they are not real omg
user zak is probably blowing up their phones and they do not care at all lmfaooo
user truly winning the idgaf war
user real question is are they getting an annulment once they sober up???
user i really wanna know what zak will make them do
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f1gossip Newly weds update! The two were seen this afternoon leaving Las Vegas with Zak Brown himself. Neither were seen wearing wedding rings, possible divorce?
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user well that was fun while it lasted
user damn they beat kim kardashians record of the shortest marriage
user at least theyre still datingđ
user they definitely got yelled at lmfaoo
user cant tell if zak is happy or angry that his daughter married norris considering how much he loves him
user oh hes def happy about it but not happy they posted it LOL
user good for him for getting an annulment. shes a mess
user and hes not? bye theyre both messy
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landonorris annulment? we're in our honeymoon
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user oh so theyre fr about this marriageđ
user does bro know theres a race on sunday
user they look so in love im honestly really happy for them
yourusername we beat the fraud marriage allegationsđ
mclaren now thats its been approved by the boss, congratulations to the best papaya couple theres ever beenđ§Ą
user wow so zak approves! im shocked tbh
user i wish i couldve seen their reactions the morning after the wedding
yourusername ohhh we didnt remember any of it tbh but were happy now!
user LMFAO OMG....
user she finally got her ring!! and here you guys were thinking they got a divorce bc she didnt have one
danielricciardo never thought id see the day
yourusername me neither tbh
landonorris excuse me WHAT
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landoupdates Lando was questioned on his Vegas wedding in new interview.
"We decided not to get any annulment or anything and just keep this Vegas marriage as sort of like a promise for a real one in the future." đ§Ą
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user omgđđthey are too cute
user not to be dramatic but i would honestly cried if they broke up
user no literally they mean everything to me
user "i really do think y/n is the one" DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING
user he gets so smiley when y/n is brought up ughhh me and WHO
user and to think y/n has haters is crazyyy this man is so in love with her
user if oscar isnt the best man ill riot for him, he was there for the og wedding
user imagining them trying to convince zak to not get a divorce is the cutest but funniest thing ever
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more notes: has anyone seen anora?? it inspired this haha A FRAUD MARRIAGE!!!
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i have so many thoughts about the tommy song/video and theyre a jumbled mess. i wouldnt call this an analysis this is just. most of my thoughts surrounding the video and what it shows about tommy
one of the things that stuck out to me (outside of how depressing and just like. is this guy okay) is something that ive always respected tommy for because he's always stuck with it and its his like. fervent conviction in people doing things theyre passionate about. thats always been one of the things he talks about all the time!!!
when AI started appearing he was talking about death of creativity, with the internet he's always talking about how the real tragedy is the algorithm killing people's passion by driving them with views and money, and even when he talks about youtube itself, and nowadays standup, its so full of passion.
and i think thats really important because it would be extremely easy for someone like tommy, who's in the process of maturing his online image from a very loud, immature and PASSIONATE persona, to make fun of it. it would be so easy to do like so many other creators and laugh at how "cringe" it was and make a quick cash/attention grab with a funny clip of him laughing at himself. but he never has. well don't get me wrong he's laughed at himself or old videos but it's always just. good natured taking the piss out of himself, it's never this like. mocking your younger self who was so excited to do what they did only because now its "cringe".
not only is he constantly giving that advice to other people (its been years of him replying, to any kid in his chat or donations asking advice on how to be a creator etc, "just go and do it if you love it!!"), he's coherent with how he applies it to himself. he realised he was making cash grab tiktok react vids and hated it so much he just stopped uploading for a while.
i dont know i just think there's something admirable about being able to still be sincere in a time where everything especially online has to be processed through a layer of irony. and its even funnier because he's more sincere THROUGH the irony i mean he's literally going into standup.
letting yourself create something that "means" something is fucking hard especially when half the internet still sees you as a kid who screams around. except the thing is that kid DID make stuff that mattered and that meant something because he was, in his own words, having fun.
i think thats what the format of the video was about too. i mean i think it was pretty clearly not a song thats meant to be streamed, its not purely music, its also a video because tommy is also first and foremost an editor who went to film college. its also not a "comedy" song like he's made some before, because those were all intentionally created to land as many jokes and make a big buzzâ which doesnt mean they were bad! im philza is a contemporary lyrical masterpiece. but they had a specific purpose and it was to make people laugh and i think this video was completely like. opposite of what peoples expectations are of tommy. the "wow hes not a child anymore hes being matuređ¤" reactions are the most obvious aspect of this (which, like, its been a while, get with the program).
i think the point of this was to make something that genuinely meant something but that was also like. as unpalatable to the algorithm and to the TommyInnit Viewer as possible. even now that he's gone into making quieter, more reflective videos, we've never had the flashing texts and the projector images and just all of that. hes always talking about how he hates the way the "youtube formula" has dictated the course of content and stolen all creativity for youtubers. its not meant to be a YouTube Video tm. its just meant to mean something to someone, and obviously process some sort of personal emotions, and i just think thats. yeah. yeah
i mean he even says so outright. "this needless, self indulgent spiral of self gratification" is pretty damn explicit. its not meant to be funny content its really a cry for help or for just. anything at all really
it was also a lot about perception, yknow the "entertainer" dilemma, "its all attention porn"... theres a layer of this point thats universal, everyone struggles with how they're perceived and i think any "artist" or "entertainer" figure can see themselves in it, but there's also a layer thats completely impermeable to most of us because it touches upon the sheer absurdity of a "youtuber". especially one of tommy's popularity. especially one who blew up so so fast so young. i honestly think its IMPOSSIBLE to process that. its about the ethics of having millions of people's time so readily available to you if you just press the right buttons to make the algorithm happy and then you've got them. im like 75% sure i remember him saying this on stream once, something like "your time is valuable" and if a fan didnt value him as an entertainer they should drop him.
and even here^ thats the saddest "lmao" ive seen in my life SORRY LOL but its really just. yeah im not gonna repeat myself it speaks for itself. perception and internet expectations and all that
one of the other images that stuck out to me was also this:
"yeah i know its too much like bo burnham but it wont be in a year though. in a year it will be like tom simons. just let me figure out what that means, ok?"
a lot of the video is about. influences and inspirations. the bo burnham references are so obvious he's poking at them, but i think he's raising a good point about the creativity that he's constantly praising. its never something that springs up on its own, its all about looking at others work and making it your own and feeding yourself with all those experiences and slowly, surely building your own way of doing things (tommyinnit "minecraft talent show" and "a tribute to dream smp" serial quackity + schlatt impersonator would know all about that) ->
and its daunting! its fucking scary to move away from that! which is also the main vibe i got from the video which, outside of his own issues with how he's perceived online, was the sort of existential dread that comes with actually creating. its one thing to preach you need to be passionate and create, its another to sit down and create something thats BY you. its a part of growing up! and we're literally seeing him do it live (well the bits that he chooses to show obviously)! thats also part of why i think tommy's so relatable to so many people is that he's so like. honest and real about what it's like to grow up, simple as that, and growing into yourself.
"this was everything to me" and using the picture of his younger self... man. theres obviously so much sadness underlying the whole thing but i think the nostalgia and melancholy in mourning being someone who was only inspired/excited by your interests and role models is universal. and obviously for tommy a lot of those influences turned out. well i think it was pretty damn clear who/what he was referring to here. ->
i don't think i need to go too in detail about that, especially cause a lot of the video was clearly a way to process his own personal emotions. especially with those next few images. i just hope he's okay and that god doubles his pain and gives it to mr beast to quote my friend bronzetomatoes. man.
of course he had to end with a funny clip about a hot anime girl and i think that kinda. sums it all up in a way. if that makes sense. at the end of the day its about the fact that he has to use humour to make the thing work when its out in the open, even when he tries not to and to be actually honest, but theres also the fact that hes literally a comedian and creating something "honest" IS through humor. its kindof a double edged sword
right well that was my jumbled mess of psychoanalysing tommyinnit i hope he is alright and all that because well that was. something
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bed chem
warnings; uhm sex lol? oral (male and femme recieving) very whorish thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls pls pls), brief mentions of bruising and hickeys, dirty talk. breeding kink if you squint
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word count; 2295
summary; jj and you have always been able to get along as long as it was in a nice comfy bed. what happens when you start to wonder if your chemistry goes beyond that?
divider by: @bernardsbendystraws
im being so for real when i say id let jj do just about anything he wanted to me.
and im not even being dramatic.
the second i can feel his lips make contact with that spot below my ear and his hands leaving finger prints on my hips, im a goner.
i dont necessarily know what it is about him specifically, and saying its our chemistry feels so icky to say but i dont know how else to describe it.
the way he hooks his thumbs through the belt loops on my shorts? like right now? yea im soaked already.
"mama you've been teasin me all night with that fucking idiot of a date- dont gotta do that baby you just gotta ask me for it."
"jj less talking more tongue."
"yes mama," he smirks up at me from his lap, his lips going back to my neck.
i have to interrupt him because i simply cant keep this shirt on my body. unfortunately i did have my cakes on so he just had to chuckle at them
"jj weve talked about this! they aren't funny!"
"baby theyre boob pancakes for your nipples its always gonna be hilarious."
" 'always' as if youre gonna see them again. how confident."
"sweetheart you say that every time. just let me give the girls some love and enjoy it, yea?" with that he starts peppering kisses all over my chest, his hands pawing at both of them.
"jesus-" the moans that come from my throat are honestly embarrassing but hes just too fucking good at this. he knows every sensitive inch on me.
its like he has me fucking memorized its insane. he feels insane.
and it doesnt help that he loves eye contact. i hate admitting that it flusters me, i dont want him knowing it takes everything in me to keep half of my dignity when he has me like this.
my fingers find the buckle of his belt doing my best to blindly work it off of his waist desperate to get whats under his pants.
im not ashamed to admit that.
"someones eager tonight," he pulls off of my chest with a noisy pop sound, smiling that signature cocky grin that i love to hate. "you gonna tell me what you want?"
i push him back onto the bed so i have easier access to his belt, more so his dick if im being honest.
"i want you to stop talking so i can get your pants off. why dont you work on that shirt for me baby?"
"well since you asked so sweetly," he chuckles throwing off his cut off while helping you get rid of his shorts. "only if you put your shorts on the floor next to mine."
"thats such a weird fucking thing to say jj what the fuck?"
"what? i thought thatd be cute."
"youre so freaking weird," you roll your eyes sliding off your shorts throwing them in whatever direction. they land next to his
jj sits there, head against the pillows watching me. i cant help but feel uneasy, im aware that i have no reason to be uncomfortable and that hes seen me this way plenty of times before but theres something in his eyes that makes me feel like hes drinking in every inch of me and its a but unsettling,
"youre so pretty. cant get enough of ya. ever," he gestures for me to come closer with his fingers before snapping and pointing to his face, "park it pretty mama."
"jj-" i start to interrupt him but he refuses any rebuttal.
"uh uh. weve talked about this. youre gonna sit on my face and im gonna eat it as much as i please. cmon now dont be shy. it doesnt suit you."
blush eats away at your cheeks as you crawl forward closer to his face, gripping the headboard for stability.
"im not shy."
"then act like it baby. now let me taste you, wanna warm you up good for me," and with those last words his arms wrap around my hips and he pulls me down so my weight is on his face.
the second his lips make contact his tongue is READY to work, and let me be clear he knows where the clit is okay? Sucking, licking, even nipping he does it all so fucking good.
all while looking up at me as i use his face like a damn chair.
my hips are desperately trying match the pace of his tongue, i can feel his nose rubbing against my clit giving me the best kind of friction im looking for.
oh my god and when he moans into me?? im done. finished. totaled. i cannot stop the sounds im making.
my legs shake beside his head, and hes staring up at me so smug, so proud of himself like his ability to make me cum was ever in question.
"see? so good for me mama was that so hard?"
i cant even get the words out, still clutching onto the headboard catching my breath. "jj-"
"ive got you dont worry," he picks me up by my waist and twists us so hes now hovering over me. "ill make you feel so good i promise."
"jj- i-" i try to take a deep breath and gather my thoughts, none of them holy obviously. "just gimme a second-"
"awe, someone overstimulated? already?"
i close my eyes and take a deep breath, because yes i do get easily overstimulated. "dont be a dick-"
"i havent even pulled it out yet."
"oh yea? lets see what you've got to say when ive got you all up in my mouth huh? lets find out baby."
i move out from underneath him and lay my head off the edge of the bed, looking at him with an excited glimmer in my eyes and my tongue sticking out.
"holy shit-" i giggle watching jj practically fall off the bed to take his boxers off, fumbling to do so. "are you serious?"
"yea jayj im serious," i say through a few laughs. "now cmere. remember you dont gotta hold back. i can take it."
"oh my god- shit. mama you keep talking like that and im not gonna last."
"i dont wanna talk jj i want your cock in my mouth," and with those final words his boxers drop to the floor. and i can see how ready is, honestly it looks painful. and i wanna make him feel all better.
my hand finds his, pulling him closer to the beds edge. once his length is over my mouth i run my tongue down his shaft, taking him into my hand and pumping what i cant reach.
"you ready for me baby?"
jj doesnt answer, he grabs my hair and tugs my head down further having me open my mouth before stuffing me full.
i can hear the groan he lets out, its guttural. and hot as fuck.
my tongue slides along his length almost asking to pull him in deeper. but he keeps still for a moment, gathering himself so he can continue.
but i know my boy. hes not gonna wait much longer to be inside me and i have no plans on arguing about it.
after a minute his hips buck forward a bit. "you good mama?"
and of course i cant really respond with his dick in my mouth. so naturally i try to take him deeper, urging him to move his hips again.
his grip on my hair tightened as he buried himself as deep as he could and slowly pulling back out.
poor guy is torturing himself! i havent even done anything, and he knows he doesnt have to go this slow.
he keeps his rhythm slow and steady, and i can feel the anticipation in his muscles restricting himself so i give his thigh a quick tap letting him know to pull away.
"jj you okay? you can go faster."
he lets a groan fall from his already pouty lips, "mama i cant handle going faster. need to be in ya when i bust."
i cant help but chuckle at his admission.
"oh baby. shouldve just said somethin. how you want me?"
i love making his eyes roll to the back of is head. but not like that weird anime shit. you know what i mean?
jj jumps back onto the mattress, back against the headboard patting his lap. "you know i want the girls all up in my face sweetheart. cmon and give me a good ride."
"yes captain," did i always say that jokingly? of course. did he always take it seriously? absolutely.
i climb over his lap, letting my knees rest against the bed sheets.
"youre still on the pill mama? or you still like the idea of me puttin a baby in ya" he looks up at me with pleading eyes, praying i am because he knows that means ill let him in bare. so fucking pussy whipped. i love it.
"jj you wouldn't be in this bed with me if i wasnt, now are you clean?" i have to ignore the baby comment because yea i really really really do.
"if you really believed i wasnt you wouldve have just tried to suck out my soul."
he does technically have a point there. "cant think straight when youre just standing there you know that jj. cmon are you clean or not?"
"youre the only one for me sweetheart. hop on, please. im beggin ya. need you so bad mama its killin me."
"'s gonna be a tight fit. 'm already so swollen down there."
"jesus," his head falls to rest on my chest and its like he all of a sudden remembers i have tits. peppering kisses all over my chest before wrapping his mouth over my nipple as i line him up. "baby you dont even know what youre saying. what its doin to me. got me so worked up im not gonna last long."
"good thing too because neither am i."
letting my weight lower onto him we moan out in unison, grabbing the hairs at the nape of his neck i hold tight as i let the sting of his size settle.
i do adjust rather quickly, seeing as hes been inside me plenty times before.
rocking my hips to start slow, i press small kisses on his hair as his grip on my hips tightens. part of me hopes i have little finger tip bruises tomorrow. they always show through my swimsuits. jj cant get enough of them.
"shit baby i need more.. cmon you can take it. its alright im not goin no where. give it to me."
fuck does he know how to talk me through it.
i raise myself a little only to leave a small drop, increasing the pace with each bounce. because holy shit he just hits that spot every damn time. sometimes i legit wonder if his dick was made for me.
then i roll my eyes at how fucking whipped i sound.
"yeaaa thats it mama. you keep that up, just how ya like it," thats the last thing he says before his thumbs starts toying with my clit and his mouth is once against attached to one of my breasts.
jjs the only guy that ive ever told that i need something else when hes inside me. never once made me feel insecure or guilty about it. in fact, i kind think he loves that he gets to play with me more.
"holy shit- jay- jay im close... you there baby?"
i can feel him nod against me so i move faster, harder, whatever i can do to chase that high im so desperately close to. and i can tell hes close to, hes got a little twitch whenever hes almost there and it feel soooo fucking good. takes me right over the edge.
"yeaaa gorgeous thats it. want me to fill you up? want me to make you my real mama?"
my head buries itself in his neck, covering it in small kisses to muffle my moans as i finish all over him.
and he's not close behind, thrusting up to meet me as i ride out mine, finishing just moments after me and i can feel him covering my insides.
and dammit if i dont wanna feel this way forever.
"so fucking good mama. made just for me i swear..." he mumbles against my chest leaving little hickeys as he catches his breath.
after a minute of just holding onto each other he slowly lowers me to the bed knowing that my legs feel like jelly.
he presses a kiss to my cheek before headed to the bathroom and grabbing us a wet washcloth. he rubs it over my thighs and my stomach and neck before cleaning me up carefully, knowing it helps me cool off afterwards.
"thank you jayj... always so sweet."
"shucks mama dont worry about it, you know ill always take care of you."
after cleaning the both of us up he grabs his muscle tank he was wearing before handing it to me so i can have some coverage while i sleep.
"want me to go out on the couch?" he wondered. always so thoughtful.
"dont be stupid. climb on in big boy."
his stupid sleepy smile is so freakin cute, i hate it.
"night jj."
"night sweetheart. love ya."
i know he says it every time. every night in fact. so why when he tells me that does it put a pit in my stomach?
and just like that, with his arms around me, hes peacefully asleep and im wide awake wondering what the fuck im doing.
#fic recs <3#dic recs <3#jj maybank need you by my side#mdni#my writing <3#jj maybank fics#jj maybank smut#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#short n sweet
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I love your Homicipher hc, they are so good! Would you be willing to do some N/ SFW for Mr. Chopped too? Like you did for some of the others? I understand if you don't want to or if it makes you uncomfortable, thank you anyway!
MR. CHOPPED N/SFW HCS
a hc list of Mr. Chopped x reader {an: SORRY GUYS IM POSTING MAINLY HCS RN,,, fics for me take a lot longer than usual so im just posting hcs to atleast get some reach.}
warnings! : smut, cunnilingus/blowjob, idk,,, cuckhold
{an: freaky shit,,,, like hes just a head so its kinda hard to fuck. did give him a section for IF he had a body.. MAINLY HIM GIVING HEAD,, i didnt rly know how to write this im sorry!! def will write more tho,,, im into him ngl}
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what it would be like to be in a relationship with Mr. Chopped.
it would be relatively hard to be in a relationship with him for obvious reasons, though not impossible!
the thought of you makes him happy, and especially when you hold him.
he would have Mr. Silvair help most of the time. usually for the romantic aspects of things though.
while Mr. Silvair doesnt quite understand the relationship, he is glad to help.
being a talking head will obviously raise a few insecurities, so just reassure him that you indeed do love him! he gets his feelings hurt easily.
he absolutely loves when you play with his hair. if you put bows in it or decorate it, that will make it all the more special for him.
the first time he bit you when he was sleeping, had him crying for hours. he felt so bad that he harmed you in any way, and it took a while for him to "recover"
he loves kisses! he always shouts things like "Up, Up" or "Desire, Carry!" just so he can kiss you.
if you manage to get a hold of make up or something, he would absolutely love for you to do his makeup. {he likes to feel pretty}
he is a very sensitive boy, also a crybaby. how cuuuttteee...
if Mr. Silvair gives him a body, {ignore that one ending... we dont talk about it} then he wpuld be even more excited to see you.
the moment he gets a body would mean so many hugs and affection as a thank you for saving him.
he gets picked on a lot by the others so he usually tries his best to come to you.
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sex...?
sex is definitely a hard concept with him.
while yes, it is possible, just not in the way intended.
you could see him more as a pure object for your pleasure honestly, and he wants that.
whether you are amab or afab, he is perfect for the situation.
ive seen this referenced by another writer, but he would be like a "rose toy" or a "fleshlight" as people call it.
its a secret pleasure to watch you go at it with someone else. {ex: Mr. Silvair or someone.}
if he is gifted a body though, he definitely will pay you back for saving him in the first place.
personally he would be a soft and sensual lover with his new body, rarely going rough unless specifically asked to.
he is more of a giving top. definitely not dominant but is a top. he cares more about your pleasure than his. though, he does get all giddy when you wish to go down on his or something.
he is open to literally anything you want, he would have very few limitations on what he would do, but everything is open for discussion.
again, definitely either wants to watch you have sex with someone else, OR wants someone else to watch you and him go at it. {he would prefer Silvair.}
he definitely likes when you pull his hair or use him. will be submissive sometimes.
he is the type to cry during sex...
omfmg i love him sm
{ made by @whokilledsamara }
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salvatore - itoshi sae being a romantic genius cause i said so warning: none + aged up! itoshi sae note: i still cant believe the fishi, the legend might i add, asked ME.. ME for a collab write. am i dreaming? i completely went off topic btw cause that song made me confused
link to goatshi's ver (you better read it) also forgot to tag the goat @fishii-writes
expensive cologne floated through the entire penthouse, filling the air with its rich scent after a perfume bottle shattered. the owner shrugs, itâs like pocket change for him, you laugh at his nonchalant attitude, settling to stand in the balcony until the smell is goneÂ
the view of the spanish coastline looked almost like a sight straight out of a movie, making the penthouse felt like a castle perched on a hill, its high walls shielding you from the outside world and prying eyes. a velvet sofa rests outside to accompany you both, sae sitting and staring at youÂ
âcariĂąoâ, sae's deep voice brought you back to the present, to turn around and face him. âlike the view?â
âi love itâ, you lean on the balcony railing, eyes drifting between the view and him
his teal eyes softened slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but it seemed tinged with sadness. his gaze lingered on you, as though memorizing the moment, taking the time to photograph your beauty as if you were leaving soonÂ
âpeople know how to live and forget," sae sighed, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "there are only two options"Â
you arched a brow, intrigued. âand what are the two options?â
âyou either forget, or you get swallowed by it," he said, voice dropping a little. "itâs everythingâthe past, the present, and the futureâÂ
â.. i dont understand anything but you look handsome under the moonlightâ
your laughter broke the tension, and sae raised an eyebrow, surprised by your light-hearted comment. here he was, getting sentimental, and you were busy admiring him? he watched you walk closer, your hands brushing over the soft fabric of his silk shirt. he let you feel it before you both sat down together
âi know,â you continued, resting your head on his shoulder, âeveryone wants something from you. but i want you to be you. not the âjapan golden boy,â just⌠be youâ
sae relaxed at your words, letting down his guard. your hand found his, fingers lacing together, and the ocean waves becoming a little lullaby for you bothÂ
âme gusta cĂłmo te ves esta nocheâ, he murmured, searching for your gaze
âoooo, spanish,â you teased, tilting your head to look up at him
âeres... como un sueĂąoâ, he said, his voice softening as he saw your bright smileÂ
the night continued with the both of you laughing over silly jokes and guessing what sae was speaking in spanish. you got up, changing the song to something more slow before pulling him up with youÂ
âwhat are we doing?â, sae asks, curiously watching youÂ
âyouâll seeâÂ
you took his hands in yours, and as the song played, the two of you began to slow dance. the ocean seemed to quiet down, as if wanting you both to take the spotlight and the moonâs light giving the perfect photo moment
âlana del rey?â sae asked, recognizing the artist of the song
âthe one and only,â you replied, resting your hand gently on his neck
at that moment, the world seemed to pause. sae leaned closer, his warm breath fanning your already flushed face. the smell of his cologne making you enter a new world, his words falling out like music, as if you understoodÂ
âsometimes itâs better to not know all the wordsâ, sae said softly, his eyes locked on yoursÂ
âalright, prodigyâ, you giggled. âyou still sound hotâÂ
his gaze flickered to your lips before he leaned in even closer. his lips ghosting yours, teasing you to take the bait. the bait he had set up all along afterall, everything goes with his plan, no matter whatÂ
âmi vida⌠may i?âÂ
you nod, feeling his lips finally meet yours, the faint taste of wine still lingering on them. the kiss begins softly, slow and teasing, just as before. sae liked taking his time, he wanted to build up the moment with you but even he could lose his patience once in a whileÂ
the pent up desire took the best of him. with a quiet murmur, he pulled back from the kiss, his breath warm against your skin before gently guiding you toward the sofa. you follow the pull of his touch, your back sinking into the softness of the velvet cushions
he hovers above you, his finger moving to unbutton his shirt a little bit before leaning down. his lips finds your neck, kissing you slow and deliberately, the heat radiating from his touches gave you goosebumpsÂ
âyouâll get the rest laterâ, he mumbles before crashing his lips back to yours Â
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i enjoy ur bird abode thoughts! I was a genuine enjoyer of the show when it was airing, Iâm no die hard fan though and love to see ppls personal takes on the overall story/plot. Im curious if you also would agree or have any thoughts on the impacts The Mouseâs cancellation had on the shows ability to be more than it was? srry im not super eloquent with my words, but basically ur response to that ask got me wondering if part of the reason the show like genuinely wasnt all that ground breaking or unique in the end plot wise (other than the villain faces consequences in the end ig) as far as YA/Teen animation goes, was because of The Mouseâs inability to let the writers flesh out the show before gutting it? i have a negative bias toward The Mouse franchise and obviously dont know anything about how writing a show under the eyes of a franchise that big would work, its just smth that rattles around in my head and wanna know what u think!
Well to an extent, but I think it's much more the effect the studio had on how the owl house started out as rather than it not getting a full season at the end - It didn't escape my noticed that the show was initially announced as being a "horror comedy" when it doesn't really seem like either, especially by the second season, and yeah, the original pitch bible is obviously aiming for that much more than the show proper is as it goes along (and is honestly seems quite a bit more funny, weird, and dark, with an overarching plotline about a giant bug being used to religiously suppress people, eda able to cure her curse by killing luz, and one of the major characters being a teen boy awoken from a sleeping curse who ends up being a weird little bigot because he's from the 13th century, among other things)
(side note, i just noticed they actually specifically describe the thing i assumed the show was gonna be about here. huh.) but ultimately the bulk of the show that was actually made seems very influenced by a writing team that was genuinely interested in making a tropey YA fantasy story rather than just being mandated to. I mean even in what aired you can see the show sort of settle in ways that feel less like studio interference and more like, you know, art students creating their ideal fantasy show, like how King is clearly Eda's roommate who's funny because he looks like and sounds like a little dog despite being an adult man at the beginning but by the end they've made him her adopted sad backstory son who's explicitly a child. While I think a third season would have made the show as it existed better, because they clearly didn't get to finish the plot they wanted to (frankly to the point where some major aspects of the show are a bit confusing, I'm still not sure what a grimwalker is), I don't really fault the show for that but also don't think that hypothetical season (which pretty clearly would have been mostly about the magic school teens going to normal school) would suddenly flip around into something that I personally found interesting and subversive. Nor should it, really; again, it being Queernorm Harry Potter thing is clearly the intended appeal of the show, it's not really a flaw but just not a genre I'm personally interested in when compared to what I initially expected the show to be.
HOWEVER I will say they robbed little weird girls of their representation and that can't be forgiven
#does this not make sense or sound mean. I'm not trying to sound mean. it's fine. you'll like it if queernorm magic school sounds appealing#which it will to many many people#I think what happened is that they were studio mandated to make some changes that weakened the initial idea#but then the writers#all again tumblr art students#were just as interested if not more in making their own played entirely straight YA magic school thing#probably more than i even grasp as according to a friend who loves the show there's like.#cassandra claire harry potter fanfic references I'm not picking up on
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wow, this was one hell of a ride
â plot; my god, this was so good and wrapped up things beautifully. i love how they both fell in love with each other in different ways. like so different and maybe the timings were off but oh my god, they both love each other the same. the scene with drunk oc, oh my fucking god. i can't believe how beautifully you portrayed such intense emotions and events. your talent?? omfg. and oh pls, your smut is literally the best. and i also love that you had the courage to not only write this but share this. i respect that so much and esp that this fic was a healing piece for you. i hope you know that this has been as healing for me too. and ik u said these characters are not meant to be likeable but they're so realistic and raw that i just can't help but like them. and unless and until you've been there or witness someone close to you act like this, you won't understand just how painful and uncontrollable it is. i love this so much, and i will forever remember this story <3
â oc; fuck wonwoo, i want HER. oh god, she's so adorable and sweet? i literally love your descriptions of her, they were simply the best. and god, she's so naive as well, easily believing those around her, wearing her heart on her sleeve and not being afraid to feel things? that is braveness to me. such a beautiful portrayal of raw human emotions and flaws. that one para describing her made me melt. im afraid i wont find characters as realistic as this anywhere else. her being hopelessly in love with wonwoo from the very first fucking hits home too. the doubts, her still wanting to believe in him, being down bad for him. and i can see glimpses of you in her lol, i just love her characterization so much.
â wonwoo; the most deserved redemption. i was very doubtful on how he was gonna achieve her forgiveness, but he fucking proved himself. where do i find this man irl. and the para describing him realising his feelings? oh fuck. it was so beautiful. and im glad that he was the one for her. his character is beautifully portrayed too. when he confessed his feelings?? and the way he was trying to make it up even though he was still cocky lmao. and him and his nerdy glasses and zero social skills in the new school, lol. the fact he put down his walls for her and allowed her to see him for his true self đŁ god, his possessiveness too? that makes him so fucking real. it's so hot in fiction, but irl, i'd rather die lmao. but oh yes, wonwoo fucking won me over in this one and really got his green card.
â seokmin; oh my god. ok so, controversial opinion maybe, but i feel sorry for him. well yes, he did try to manipulate her. which is very very bad, butđ§ââď¸i understand where his feelings root from. i dont support the way he let his emotions control him but i dont find fault with the feelings themselves. and i wish nothing but the best for him. him saying that he was in love with her the same way she was with wonwoo fucking hurt. and the fact they've been friends for longer, i wanna cry. sometimes, ppl just do stupid, bad things but that doesn't mean they're bad. and i cannot and will not hate him.
â the friends; i rly rly love that we explored more friendship dynamics in this part!! i absolutely loved all of them and their scenes lol. whether it was leigh andd jeonghan flirting or them all agreeing wonwoo is an asshole. and they're realistic as well!! them not believing her when she said he has changed and giving her a side-eye, i got irl flashbacks lmao. they're so lovely.
â annotations;
This past week was filled with more joy than youâve had in a long time.Â
ngl, that must feel so relievingÂ
âOh please, Kalia. You act like I didnât see you and Mingyu practically eating each other's faces off in the library yesterday, â June huffs, shooting daggers at the both of them while peeling away the pistachio shells for her drunken boyfriend.Â
I love the friend group
It seemed so simple for your friends to find someone who truly loved them, and wasnât afraid to show it.Â
ouch
Reminders of all your missed opportunities left a bitter taste in your mouth, the alcohol on your tongue sweet in comparison.
tsk tsk, that must fucking hurt
âI thought you were dating Wownoo?â Lynne asks, and you couldnât help but laugh at your pitiful situation.Â
uhâŚâŚ no. fuck all of them think thatÂ
There was guilt gnawing at your insides. You didnât want this to be one of those talks where you delve into the intricacies of your peculiar friendship with Wonwoo.Â
aww, poor girl. i feel so bad for her
There's a moment of silence amongst the rest of your friends at the table, before they all burst out laughing before repeating Leighâs words. âWonwooâs an asshole!â They all say wholeheartedly in unison.Â
Lmfao asdrfsgzkfts
The reassurance that your friends had given you shouldâve been worth the pain of cutting Wonwoo off.
Friends like this >>>
 No matter how distracted you attempt to make yourself, he still floods your every waking thought.Â
sigh, i dont blame her
âWell, thereâs only one thing we can do,â he shakes his head, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. Weâre going to binge-watch this thing until you're caught up.âÂ
heâs adorable but i have no fucking clue what his intentions are
âYou left your phone on the counter, by the way,â He mentions before placing it on the coffee table.Â
âŚ. nvm
Not used to the proximity between you and him, you're thankful the increased volume drowned out the pitter-patter of your heartbeat.Â
deja vu is hitting hard
âYeah, I know, but thereâs a bunch of attractive villains, like Killmonger from Black Panther,â you shrug, but Seokmin looks at you like you had just insulted his entire bloodline with your statement.Â
⌠i see a resemblance irl, honey.Â
Heat radiated off your face, and your timid expression wouldâve been visible if Seokminâs back wasnât facing you. You hadnât realized how well Seokmin knew you.
i am very uncomfy rn
Had you known that ignoring him would lead to an outburst of unrelenting anger, you wouldnât have done so in the first place. Even when this cologne hangs in the still air of your apartment, you yearn for his presence. Even when you unleashed your fury at him, kicking him out with no remorse, you still yearn for his touch.Â
im .. this is so .. wow .. no words ..Â
Horrified by the sight of your phone screen, you donât remember blocking him in the first place. Wracking your brain, youâre trying to think of all the instances where you had been drunk or high enough to even do so, but nothing comes to mind. If you didnât block him, then who did?Â
gurl, asdfghjkl SEOKMIN DIDÂ
Wonwooâs text brings a swell of comfort within you. As much as you hate what he did, you could never bring yourself to hate him.Â
true, so true
Thereâs deliberate fervour behind your actions, causing Seokmin to groan in surprise. Rough palms gripping your waist, he matches your energy.Â
this was lowkey so hot
Practically jumping out of his lap, you unlock your phone as if you werenât just making out with Seokmin, to discover yet another text from Wonwoo.Â
smh, girl at least be subtle abt it
Only a fool would be swooning over his visible cry out for attention, and a fool you were. Wonwooâs claws have sunk so deep into you, that you canât even kiss someone without him interrupting. It's like he knew what you were doing without even seeing you.Â
asdfghjkl, sheâs down badÂ
The burn at the back of your throat intensified as awareness sunk into your whole being. Seokmin was under the guise of a doting friend while you were in your feelings for Wonwoo. Pretending to be your knight in shining armour while you were in a vulnerable state. How could you be so naive?Â
ouch, that fucking hurts though i saw it coming miles away
âI hope so, considering you had gone on my phone behind my back and blocked his contact.âÂ
FUCKING POP OFFFFF, OOHHH sheâs fiesty omgggg
âI may be in love with you just as much as you are with Wonwoo, but at least Iâm not dumb enough to go back to someone who obviously doesnât give a shit about me. Your life will get easier when you stop being an idiot and start seeing how bad he is for you.âÂ
oh fuck, nvm. I feel bad for him wtf omg. I cannot with this rollercoaster of emotions. Honestly, good for seokmin.Â
Everything would be so simple if it were Seokmin instead, and you acknowledge that. But your heart didnât seek out his touch the way it did with Wonwoo.Â
sigh, this is so complicated but so realistic. a punch in the gut
Seokmin let his feelings get in the way of what couldâve been the start of something good. If only he hadnât done what he did, maybe if he had just given you more time to heal, things between the two of you would be different. Although the friendship with Seokmin had turned sour, he still deserves someone who would love him unconditionally, it just wasnât you.Â
so so true. god damn, these characters are so humane and realistic, i gotta give it to you. and truly wish the best for seokmin
You also cannot deny how much you still miss him.Â
i miss him too (a man i have never met in my life đ)
[darling <3: you were right about seokmin]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE SAVED HER DARLING ON HIS PHONE RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[darling <3: đ]Â
Lmfaoooo, im sorry but this is so funny to me
Leigh giggles at how Jeonghan takes every opportunity to flirt with him but agrees to his wager anyway. âWhat does a kiss have to do with any of this?â âNothing, I just wanted to give you one,â Jeonghan shrugs.Â
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHâok iâll stop now, theyâre so cute
âMaybe if you hadnât been such a manipulative bitch, she wouldnât have come back running to me,â Wonwoo smirks, the realization in Seokminâs eyes is nothing but confirmation that he struck a nerve.Â
you idiot, omfg i did not like his sentence phrashing
No one deserves to have you as much as he did.Â
oh rly? well you have A LOT to prove abt that
The feathery breath you let out almost causes Wonwoo to forget what heâs meant to be doing. Enamoured by your soft pink lips and how the heat on your cheeks intensifies with each passing moment. He simply canât take his eyes off you.Â
im just a man đ§ââď¸
With his experience, it doesnât take much for you to be perched right back into his palm. Youâre a woman after all.
istfg, wonwoo, his self confidence is through the roof. I wish i had 1/10th of it lol
He chuckles at your meek countenance, youâve always been the type to procrastinate.Â
i am, at the moment, procrastinating :))
Allowing himself to take a glance at you before interlocking his fingers with yours, rubbing soothing circles along your delicate skin.
GRRRR RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH sigh, i love them
Shoulders stiffening at the sight, Wonwoo really canât stay. He might even combust into a million pieces before he can get to his car.Â
you horn dog đŤľ
 As you turn around, Wonwoo almost lets out a strained groan. He had been lucky enough to cover it up with a cough.Â
lmfaooo
A rough palm is placed delicately against the exposed skin of your waist. Youâre so warm. Wonwooâs brain short circuits and he almost forgets what heâs actually meant to do.Â
im actually going feral atp
Sensitive to the sad things in life yet ardent towards the things you are passionate about. You have always been a softer soul, a soul that feels everything without a care in the world. At the same time, you are a whirlwind of emotions, and different colours of sensibilities, itâs your greatest strength but also your weakness. Wonwoo admires that about you. Never afraid to feel, never afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything he isn't.Â
ok brb im gonna cryâsheâs so sweet and so naive omggg. i love her so much
Falling in love with you was gradual.Â
im gonna start bawling, omfgggggg ahhhhh
In the same way, the tides along the shore would slowly pull the sand back into the ocean. In the same way, the seasons changed from summer to winter. Wonwooâs love for you is like autumn leaves. Shades of green morph into the familiar, comforting, yellow, red, and brown. Their descent from their branches slowed, dwindling with the breeze before they ultimately hit the ground. Before he knew it, autumn had begun. Before he knew it, he was in love.Â
this is so beautiful, the differences between how they fell for each other ahhh đ¤
Wonwoo ached to see you again. To be close to you, with your scent filling his nostrils, your warmth engulfing him, he couldnât stop thinking about you.
wow, someoneâs in love
âLike? I donât just like her. Iâm in love with her.âÂ
there it is
âOkay, youâve convinced me, but you better not fuck it up. I wonât punch you but I know Kalia would,â Mingyu shrugs, and heâs right. Kalia would beat him up.Â
i love the friend grp
âSeems like everyone does. Seokmin cares a little too much,â Wonwoo huffs, thinking back to what you had told him the last time he saw you.Â
lmao, i think heâs in love with seokmin than her lmao. he keeps mentioning him even in his thoughts loll
âIâm so screwed. I canât seem to properly memorize the theories, especially the one about Piagetâs stages. It keeps getting mixed up in my head,â you mutter in between bites.Â
damn sheâs a psych major
Despite the reconciliation between you and Wonwoo, you still find yourself doubting his actions. Did he want to change for the sake of your friendship? Or was he only putting effort knowing you had almost slipped through his fingertips?Â
i was thinking the sameÂ
Pulling out your phone from her purse, and bringing the screen to your face. You widen your eyes, moving your head closer to the camera. A lopsided smile sneaks its way onto your lips as it unlocks.Â
move over, wonwoo, my turn. WHY IS SHE SO FRICKING ADORBALE IME ATIGN MY FISTI5JRG
âExcuse me! Iâm waiting for my Wonwoo to come and pick me up,â you squeak, slapping the chest of whoever is trying to take you away from your friends.Â
fuck wonwoo, i want HER
âYour Wonwoo?â A familiar voice has you stopping in your tracks.Â
RAHHHHHHHHHHH đŚ
âMy Wonwoo.âÂ
fuck, this is way too cute ahhhhhh
How weird is it that a Wonwoo look-alike exists? Â
dies this is way too cute for me
Slapping his hand away, youâre offended at how endeared he is with you. The only thing on your mind was the softness of your comforter and the warm mint tea that you knew you were going to have later.Â
where do i find this girl irl, i dont even want wonwoo
âYou know, I get really scared driving at night. I think I need you to hold my hand.âÂ
move over, wonwoo. this is my turn!!
Fake Wonwoo has nice hands.Â
asdfghjklÂ
Would this be what it would be like if Wonwoo were finally yours?Â
𼺠im crying
âReal or fake, whatever you are or whatever this moment is. Iâm still in love with you. I hate that I canât tell you this without feeling scared or ashamed. Iâve loved you since the moment you came into class with your big nerdy glasses. Iâve loved you since you came back for a senior year when you had everyoneâs attention on you. And Iâve loved you even when you were in love with someone else.â âIâve loved you during everything weâve been through together. Even when I chose to ignore you, I woke up every morning with you still on my mind. It was hard, and I donât know why I couldnât let go of my feelings for you but a part of me was always hoping that one day you would feel the same way.â Â
im fucking bawlingÂ
âWhat Iâm trying to say is that Iâm in love with you. Iâm sorry it took so long for me to realize that it was you all along. I donât know why I never admitted it to myself, but youâve been in front of me this whole time.âÂ
my eyes r swollen. he fucking said it, HE SAID IT
âJust promise me youâll love me tomorrow too,â he chokes out.Â
âIâll love you even if there is no tomorrow.âÂ
Oh my fucking god đĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşÂ
His black hair was long and covered his forehead, glasses were thick and large-framed. Wonwoo was a breath of fresh air from the other boys at your school. Unlike the rest of them, he was more reserved and didnât talk much. His silence intrigued you.Â
fetus wonwoo đĽş
[wons: ok]Â
His reaction to the nickname lmfaoo
But you felt daring in that moment, allowing yourself to rest your head against his shoulder. Wonwoo stiffened slightly at your proximity but didnât budge.
đ§i need a nerd bf rn
âYeah. At least then we have more to talk about,â he specified.
ahhhhhhhhhhh
Instead, Wonwoo wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him.Â
im so done, I NEED A NERD BF RN
Wonwoo took over every crevice of your mind, his scent, his touch, even if it was a mere hand on your shoulders, you didnât want to go a day without him.Â
and thatâs how you know sheâs beyond being saved.
You almost scoff at how cheesy you sounded in your dream. What kind of fool speaks this articulate after countless shots of tequila?Â
mam, that did happen and yes, YOU spoke like that after downing tequila
Except for the dildo that June gifted you for your birthday last year.Â
lmfao??? i got reminded of that scene in everything everywhere all at once
Opening up your drawer you carefully take out the pink sparkly dildo that was still left in its packaging, gripping it tightly as you burst through the door.Â
ASSESVRTJNOE4UGJSWLE3MN IM DDYING LMAOO
Only for your sight to befall an extremely muscular and shirtless Wonwoo.Â
stopping my manic laughter to appreciate his muscles. aight back to the shenanigans
âOw! What the fuck?â Wonwoo grunts, turning around to see your smaller frame gripping a bright pink dildo.Â
GRRRRRR LMAOOOOOOOOO
âI love you too,â the words spill out of your mouth effortlessly, like you were meant to tell him all along.Â
your honor, my client is down bad
Grinning down at you, Wonwoo places a gentle kiss on your lips. His large hands cupping your face as he does so.Â
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY KISSED, GENTLE KISS OH MY GODÂ
All while youâre sitting there eating strips of bacon and a couple of eggs.
ASDFGHJKL, IM SOBBING I LOVE DOMESTICITY SO MUCH. *inserts that gif of ebichu crying*
âI just want to be yours, Wonwoo.â you sigh, placing your plate on the coffee table.Â
AHHHHH, holy shit, sheâs 6 feet underground
Lazy Sunday Morning. Your favourite.Â
All i can think of is my mans joshua, im sorry anna
âBe my girlfriend. Be mine, please,â Wonwoo speaks in hushed tones, his lips searing against the shell of your ear.Â
YES YES YES, this is so hot
While his hand massages into the fat, you kiss up his neck while rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. His voice becomes strained, attempting to cover up the sounds of pleasure heâs emitting with a cough.Â
ANNA, HOW DARE U SAY U CANT WRITE SMUT IDFDSHDDDJHCNBÂ
The only thing he was looking forward to was the look on Seokminâs face once he saw that you were finally his.Â
just admit that ur in love with him
The absence of your touch irked him, but he let you go, not wanting to startle the rest of the group with his growing possessiveness.Â
i shudnât like this âŚ. why do i like this ⌠but possessiveness in real life đŹ
A hand is placed on his shoulder and he flinches away, he doesnât want anyone but you touching him. It almost makes him want to throw up.Â
i love reserved men so much
âThatâs never stopped me,â her voice lowers an octave in an attempt to sound seductive but Wonwoo feels nothing but repulsed by her very being.Â
i hate ppl like this
he knew he was in control either way.Â
đÂ
His. His darling. Â
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK I LOVE THIS
down your neck with the goal of leaving marks against your delicate skin.Â
i was so sleepy when reading this, i read it global warming against your delicate skin đ im so sorry lmao
Excitement courses through his veins, imagining all the fun heâs about to have with you.Â
fucking hell, heâs so hot
He doesnât stop until heâs at the apex of your sex, glasses fogged while the bridge of his nose is rubbing against your skin.Â
fuck, his glasses???
đ§omfg, wonwoo domming made me feel âŚ. đĽ´
âGonna breed this little cunt till you're stuffed full,â he groans, finally inserting his dick inside your heat.Â
At that moment, Wonwoo concludes that he doesnât want anyone but you. For as long as he can, he wants to be the only one to fuck you, to give you orgasm after orgasm. Until you're spent and in and out of consciousness, he wants to be the only one who can make you feel this way.Â
âAnswer it,â he speaks firmly.Â
âBet you liked that huh? You like it when I show everyone that youâre mine?â Wonwoo emphasizes while he continues to push past your entrance.Â
Wonwooâs muscular bicep wraps around your neck, placing you into a headlock.Â
âThis pussy is fucking mine,â he growls, emphasizing his words with each thrust.Â
âSays the one who has a massive dildo in their drawer,âÂ
lmao i love him
Not even the fresh air that breezed through his fingers or the scent of the salty water misting its way onto the shore while he visited his hometown could outweigh the feeling of tranquillity that he got when he was with you.
đĽşđĽşđĽş this is soâim biting my fist.Â
Everything had fallen into place, and for the first time since he was seventeen, he realized that the one person he was searching for was in front of him this whole time.Â
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
đĽşđĽş this is the most perfect way to end it fuck. omgÂ
[wonwoo has changed your nickname to âdarling <3â]Â
i feel so warm and fuzzy, im tearing up, omfg
In Front of Me (2)
cause i was blind to see that you were right in front of me âË
âš pairing: jeon wonwoo x f.reader âš genre: bestfriends to (?), angst, smut (R: 18+ mdni) âš wordcount: 40.6k (part 1: here) (part 2)
âš summary: jeon wonwoo has spent most of his adolesence and early adult hood unable to understand why he can't seem to stay in a relationship for more than a few months. as his best friend, you allowed him to vent about his worries without judgment. so what if you're in love with him? your friendship with wonwoo meant more to you than having your feelings reciprocated. that is until you hit your breaking point, while wonwoo finally realizes what has been in front of him this whole time.
âš tags: non-idol!au, uni!au, unrequited love (for the most part), pining, toxic!wonwoo, toxic!reader, both in wonwoo and readers pov, questionable protagonists, mentions of other svt members, happy ending (?), emotionally constipated characters (wonwoo), flashbacks, slight seokmin x reader, a lot of emotions thrown everywhere. (smut and content warnings under the cut)
⚠note: here is pt.2 i hope you like how this ended :) thank you for reading ⥠please leave a reblog, comment, or ask with your thoughts, i appreciate u !
âš masterlist, fic playlist.
âš smut tags: dry humping, kissing, fingering, penetrative sex, corruption kink, degradation, dom!wonwoo, brat!reader, virgin!reader,oral (f. receiving), creampie, exhibitionsm (?), slightly perv!wonwoo undertones, petnames (reader: darling, baby) (wonwoo: baby), big dick wonwoo, riding, headlock (this is a warning actly). âš warnings: alcohol, reader is downbad for wonwoo, stalking, slut-shaming, evasions of privacy, if i missed anything lmk! cuz ik i did i just can't think of what hehe :p
act two, self control.
chapter one, before the fight.Â
The booth you sat in was far too cramped for your liking, yet there was a sense of relief that washed over you. Raval had been a go-to hang-out spot after all the tireless hours spent studying during the weekdays. The atmosphere was lively, your friendsâ laughter drowning out most of your thoughts.Â
Tonight also marked the first time in your life that you could fully enjoy a night out with your friends. Without Wonwooâs presence clouding your worries.Â
Despite his obvious plea for attention, you felt like you could finally breathe. The adjustment and decision to flat-out ignore him was difficult, but thanks to Seokmin it had become a little easier to bear over time. This past week was filled with more joy than youâve had in a long time. And Seokmin had been extremely doting towards you throughout it all.Â
âBabe, can you pass the pistachios please?â Jun pouts, his cheeks red from his third glass of beer.Â
âDid you need me to peel them for you, baby?â June coos, lips curling into a cutesy tone.Â
With a quizzical expression, Mingyu turns to Kalia, trying not to laugh at the other couple's foolishness. The two share a look before Kalia fake gags, causing Mingyu to burst out laughing. It had almost gone unnoticed until Mingyu broke out into a fit of giggles, June glaring at him with an unamused expression.Â
Watching the whole scene unfold had you smiling to yourself, wondering if there would ever be a time when you got to have these cheesy moments with someone the way your friends did.Â
âOh please, Kalia. You act like I didnât see you and Mingyu practically eating each other's faces off in the library yesterday, â June huffs, shooting daggers at the both of them while peeling away the pistachio shells for her drunken boyfriend.Â
âHey! You said that no one would catch us.â Kalia slaps the back of Mingyuâs head, causing him to wince.Â
âFirst of all ouch, second of all, I didnât know that anyone would go that far back into the library!â Mingyu defends himself.
âActually, the two of us were trying to do the same thing, but we saw you and dipped,â Jun confesses in his drunken state, while he munches on the pistachios June had been feeding him.
âHa! Take that June, you're just as bad as us, if not worse,â Kalia gibes, sticking her tongue out at June.Â
âActually, all of you are equally as corny, end of discussion,â Leigh chirps, his eyes rolling as Lynne, his twin sister, cackles beside him. Both evidently fed up with the âwhoâs the cheesier coupleâ argument.Â
Amidst all the bickering, you take a sip of your drink, eyes glimmering with admiration. It seemed so simple for your friends to find someone who truly loved them, and wasnât afraid to show it.Â
Wonwoo had been at the forefront of your mind for so long that you had denied yourself anyone else. You had been so set on making Wonwoo your end goal when you couldâve found someone who wouldâve treated you better. Reminders of all your missed opportunities left a bitter taste in your mouth, the alcohol on your tongue sweet in comparison.
âSomething on your mind?â Lynne breaks you out of your thoughts.Â
With your glass pushed down onto the sticky bar table, you give her a crooked smile that feels less disingenuous than the previous smiles you have been producing these past few months.Â
âKinda wondering when Iâll have something like those goofballs over there,â you chuckle bitterly, head motioning to the two girls fake arguing while their boyfriends sat there cluelessly.Â
âI thought you were dating Wownoo?â Lynne asks, and you couldnât help but laugh at your pitiful situation.Â
His face flashes briefly within your mind, and youâd almost forgotten that you had chosen not to speak to him, for how long? You werenât sure. It could be days or months, or until youâve finally healed from your one-sided heartbreak.Â
âNo⌠no. He and I were just close friends,â your tone is melancholic. Lynneâs worry is transparent as she squeezes your shoulder.Â
Desolation filled your senses regardless of the bar patrons' exuberant chatter. Your group of friends were all in their own worlds while you were troubled and inattentive. There was guilt gnawing at your insides. You didnât want this to be one of those talks where you delve into the intricacies of your peculiar friendship with Wonwoo.Â
âAnd that's okay, too. I'm not sure what happened, but heâs an idiot if he canât see what's right in front of him,â she affirmed as you sat there, relieved that she didnât press the situation further.Â
âTell me about it, it feels like everyone's been saying the same thing,â you mutter.Â
Overhearing your conversation, Lynneâs twin brother couldnât help but jump in, âWonwooâs a dumbass.âÂ
Lynne gives him a pointed look, but canât help but laugh at her brother's antics. Feathery giggles leave your throat too, finding Leighâs unexpected declaration amusing.Â
âSorry, I had to put my two cents in, he kinda sucks! As a friend heâs okay I guess, but as a boyfriend, girl, youâre better off without him,â Leigh puts his hands up in defence, but there was truth behind his statement.Â
âTrue, Iâve seen what heâs done to some of the girls on campus, totalâ,â Lynne begins, only for her sentence to be cut off.Â
âRed flag,â Leigh finishes Lynneâs proclamation.Â
Twin telepathy, you assumed.
âHey, Iâll cheers to that,â you shook your head with a chuckle, taking three shot glasses before topping them up with a bottle of tequila Mingyu had bought for the table.Â
âWhat! You guys are taking shots without us?â Jun whined before filling his glass with liquor.Â
The whole table's attention is on the three of you now, joining in on the rounds of shots going around. The clangour of glassware chimes throughout the carved-out space of the bar you and your friends had claimed for the night.Â
âWonwooâs an asshole!â Leigh blurted out loud before throwing back the alcohol in his cup.Â
There's a moment of silence amongst the rest of your friends at the table, before they all burst out laughing before repeating Leighâs words.Â
âWonwooâs an asshole!â They all say wholeheartedly in unison.Â
The gleam in everyoneâs eyes caused warmth to swell all over your body. Nothing could compare to moments like these, and you desperately hoped that the night wouldnât end. The reassurance that your friends had given you shouldâve been worth the pain of cutting Wonwoo off. Praying that their effort to cheer you up wouldnât be wasted on foolish decisions you desperately wanted to make; the yearning for Wonwoo has only skyrocketed and it frightens you to the core.
 No matter how distracted you attempt to make yourself, he still floods your every waking thought.Â
two.Â
 Since your decision to ignore Wonwoo, Seokmin has been coming over to your place a lot more often. You canât recollect when it started to happen, but you're not opposed to his company. Itâs quite the opposite actually; if anything heâs made your days a lot brighter, keeping you distracted from your urge to text Wonwoo.Â
The time you spent with Seokmin mostly consisted of him trying to get you to finish the whole Harry Potter series with him. When you told him youâve never seen the movies before, he had a comical look of shock painted over his face. Hands slapped against his cheeks, eyes wide they almost popped out of the sockets, type of comical.Â
âNot even the first movie?! Not even on Halloween during elementary school?â Seokmin gasps, hands on your shoulders, trying to gauge what you did and didnât know about the infamous films.Â
âYes! Not even when I was a kid, is it bad that I havenât watched it?âÂ
âIt's not just bad, this is almost criminal,â Seokmin sighs, feigning distraught.Â
You chortle at his remark, baffled by how seriously passionate he is about Harry Potter, which ended almost ten years ago, you might add.Â
âWell, thereâs only one thing we can do,â he shakes his head, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. Weâre going to binge-watch this thing until you're caught up.âÂ
âWhat? Isnât that a bit much? There are like a bajillion movies,â you exasperate.Â
Not wanting to hear another complaint from you, Seokmin shushes you dramatically. His pointer finger was in front of your lips before you could get another word in.Â
âI'll get the snacks. You sit here and get comfy because youâre in for a ride,â Seokmin asserts before standing to grab food and drinks from your kitchen.Â
An audible sigh leaves your lips, arms crossed as you pull the blanket over yourself to âget comfyâ just as Seokmin wanted.Â
A few minutes passed before Seokmin returned to the living room, a bowl of microwave popcorn perched on his side and two cans of soda cradled in his other arm.Â
âYou left your phone on the counter, by the way,â He mentions before placing it on the coffee table.Â
âOh! Thanks, I didnât even realize,â you smile, shifting to make room for him on the couch.Â
âYou ready for the greatest movie experience ever?â Seokmin beamed, plopping back into his seat beside you.Â
âSure, but we can only watch the first two,â you bargained with him, knowing that if he had it his way, you two would be up till sunrise.Â
Seokmin rolled his eyes jokingly, pretending to be annoyed with your lack of enthusiasm. Despite his antics, he agrees with your compromise. The movie begins to play and you let yourself relax in his presence. A bowl of popcorn is shared between you two while he wraps his hand over your shoulder. Not used to the proximity between you and him, you're thankful the increased volume drowned out the pitter-patter of your heartbeat.Â
âŚ
âWell that was a lot better than I expected,â you admit.Â
Although you were uncertain about watching the movies at first, you had acknowledged the hype around the Harry Potter franchise. Seokmin had caught all your facial expressions while watching, peering over to catch your reactions during all the major plot points. You had been so obviously absorbed in it that you didnât realize he had been staring.
âI told you! It just gets better from here. The Goblet of Fire is my favourite, youâll love it,â Seokmin marvels, wanting to indulge in his interests with you.Â
âTom Riddle is kinda cute, I wonât lie.âÂ
âBut heâs evilâŚand you know he gets ugly anyways. Heâs literally Voldemort!â Seokmin disputed with a stare of mild disgust.Â
âYeah, I know, but thereâs a bunch of attractive villains, like Killmonger from Black Panther,â you shrug, but Seokmin looks at you like you had just insulted his entire bloodline with your statement.Â
Giggling, you didnât expect him to take your opinions so seriously.Â
âFine. I won't say anything else. You go take your shower, and Iâll clean up,â he ushers you toward your room while holding the empty bowl in his hands.Â
âHow did you know that I was gonna take a shower?â you ask with curiosity.Â
âIâve known you for so long, you always take a shower before bed,â Seokmin explained nonchalantly. Â
Heat radiated off your face, and your timid expression wouldâve been visible if Seokminâs back wasnât facing you. You hadnât realized how well Seokmin knew you.
âThanks for cleaning up, I wonât be long,â you give him a smile of gratitude before heading over to your bathroom.Â
The more time you spend with Seokmin, the more you regret falling for Wonwoo. Seokmin is kind and doting, and he never causes you to feel any worry. He is the prime example of home, reminiscent of a warm fire while snuggled up on the couch with a pile of blankets.
 Seokmin feels safe. The safe choice, the smart choice.Â
Unfortunately, you were too foolish to have known sooner. Your irrevocable love for Wonwoo overshadowed all the possibilities of being with Seokmin.Â
A knock on your front door brings you out of your spiralling thoughts. But before you head over to open the door, Seokmin beats you to it.Â
âMinnie? Is someone at the door?â you call out from your bathroom, not bothering to leave.Â
âYeah! Your neighbour just needed to borrow something,â Seokmin half yelled from where he stood.Â
There was a moment of doubt in your mind, why would your neighbour want to borrow something so late into the night? Instead of investigating further, you leave it to Seokmin to help them, too tired to talk to anyone else for the rest of the evening.Â
âOkay!â is all you say.Â
You turn on the shower, allowing the steam to congregate and relax your senses. As you step in, you grant the warm water the ability to wash away your conflicting thoughts about both Seokmin and Wonwoo.Â
after the fight.Â
âItâs time for you to go. Iâm tired, Wonwoo.â
The bile in your throat stings, the corner of your eyes wet with tears. You didnât expect Wonwoo to burst in here accusing you of things you wouldnât dare do. Thereâs a familiar hollow feeling in your chest as you recollect how much of your heart you laid bare for him to witness.Â
Had you known that ignoring him would lead to an outburst of unrelenting anger, you wouldnât have done so in the first place. Even when this cologne hangs in the still air of your apartment, you yearn for his presence. Even when you unleashed your fury at him, kicking him out with no remorse, you still yearn for his touch.Â
There hadnât been many fights between the two of you, only enough to count on one hand. It would be petty arguments over stupid things. Arguments that would lead to one of you apologizing before the day was over. This fight seems different. It canât be resolved with a quick âIâm sorryâ.Â
Defeated and tired, you move to your bed. Your phone sits atop the dresser. Curious and wishing for Wonwoo to just return and apologize, you click his contact. You almost feel like you are in some fever dream, the words âyouâve blocked this numberâ staring back at you in flashing red.Â
Horrified by the sight of your phone screen, you donât remember blocking him in the first place. Wracking your brain, youâre trying to think of all the instances where you had been drunk or high enough to even do so, but nothing comes to mind. If you didnât block him, then who did?Â
You unblock his contact as quickly as possible, not wanting to create even more distance between you, although it might be too late to rectify the situation. A few messages were sent shortly after the fight had gone down.Â
[2:55 a.m.]Â [wons <3: idk if youâll receive this but iâm sorry darling. i mean it.] [wons <3: i didnât mean what i said earlier. i was just so angry. when ure ready to talk, lmk.]
Wonwooâs text brings a swell of comfort within you. As much as you hate what he did, you could never bring yourself to hate him.Â
three.
��You know, Iâm kinda glad youâre here,â you professed.Â
The harrowed walls of your home became a lot more bearable now that you had someone other than yourself inside them. The entire place felt far too big for you, especially because you tend to sit alone with your thoughts too often.Â
Seokmin coming over to hang out was not part of your initial plan. But his unannounced visit wasnât unwelcomed either. He was extremely talented in distracting you with his sporadic outbursts of energy and laughter. Seokmin made you feel quaint, almost as if he could be the âsomeoneâ after everything you had been through with Wonwoo.Â
With crescent-shaped eyes that appeared when his smile broadened, Seokmin wrapped his arm tautly against your shoulder.Â
âI honestly just came over to check on how you were doing, after everything that happened, but I donât mind staying for a while, Iâd do anything if you asked.âÂ
âAre you flirting with me, Lee Seokmin?âÂ
Seokmin threw his head back with a hearty contagious laugh. Before you knew it, you were laughing along with him.Â
The voice in the back of your head hissed symphonies of how easier your life wouldâve been if you had just fallen in love with Seokmin instead. No matter how many times you tried to unearth a flaw of his, nothing comes to mind. There were so many signs leading you toward him, and how perfect he would be for you. But your heart still belongs elsewhere, even after what has been said and done.Â
Seokminâs eyes dimmed, âWould it be so bad if I was?âÂ
Taken aback by his words, your mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out whether heâs joking or genuine about his statement.Â
âI-I guess not,â you mumble, watching the way his gaze shifts from your eyes down to your lips.Â
Holding your breath, you canât deny the tension that the two of you had created. Bodies practically meshed together on the couch, you werenât sure how you ended up in this position but if Seokmin was the answer to distracting you from the fight with Wonwoo, who were you to deny him?Â
âI really want to kiss you,â Seokmin confesses.Â
âI wouldnât stop you if you did.âÂ
Seokmin didnât need much convincing after what you had professed. Swinging your legs over his lap, he grapples you into a position that has you straddling his thighs. The swiftness of his movements almost caused a yelp to leap out of your throat, but he steadied you before you could let out another noise.
With the faintest of touch, Seokmin places his lips over yours. Ever so cautious, ever so careful, he clearly wants to savour the moment. Despite his heedfulness, you were the exact opposite. You want it to be fast, you want him to be rough.Â
Thereâs deliberate fervour behind your actions, causing Seokmin to groan in surprise. Rough palms gripping your waist, he matches your energy. The world sinks into a deep void along with the cruel songstress who refused to let you neglect your feelings for Wonwoo.Â
Even though you have the desire to prolong your make-out with Seokmin, your phone buzzes against the plush cushions of your couch. Practically jumping out of his lap, you unlock your phone as if you werenât just making out with Seokmin, to discover yet another text from Wonwoo.Â
Every time his contact appears on your screen, your heart canât help but skip a beat. It angers you how easily enraptured you are by something so minuscule. Even after you had kicked him out of your house that night, you canât deny his diligence and how desperate he is for forgiveness.Â
You almost wanted to curse him out for his audacity, but the other half wanted to give in and let him explain. Eyes glued to his messages, you find yourself reading them over and over again, your heart swollen with an aching desire to talk to him again.Â
[11:09 p.m.]Â [wons <3: hi. ik ur still mad but let me make it up to you. please?]Â [wons <3: i donât know what i have to do to make u forgive me but just know i donât want us to end on this note.]Â [wons <3: please darling, u mean so much to me, i donât wanna lose u.]Â [wons <3: i canât stand this. please, just give me a chance to make things right]Â
Only a fool would be swooning over his visible cry out for attention, and a fool you were. Wonwooâs claws have sunk so deep into you, that you canât even kiss someone without him interrupting. It's like he knew what you were doing without even seeing you.Â
âI thought you blocked him?â the inflection of disappointment apparent in Seokminâs voice.Â
Plopping your phone back down on the sofa, your brain finally registers the words that Seokmin had just uttered. You know for a fact that it wasnât you who blocked his contact, but how the hell did Seokmin know?
 Unless he was the one to do soâŚÂ
A moment of realization struck you like a bolt of lightning, and the confusion finally cleared by the slip of Seokminâs tongue. Why would he block Wonwooâs contact on your phone?Â
Attempting to recall when and where this couldâve happened, you remember the day you left your phone on the kitchen counter during the Harry Potter movie marathon. The burn at the back of your throat intensified as awareness sunk into your whole being. Seokmin was under the guise of a doting friend while you were in your feelings for Wonwoo. Pretending to be your knight in shining armour while you were in a vulnerable state. How could you be so naive?Â
Wonwoo had been trying to tell you the truth, but you foolishly snubbed all his warnings out of anger.Â
Nauseous and betrayed, you didnât know that Seokmin would turn out to be the one to manipulate you, to sway your opinions to gain your time and affection. Youâre so shaken up from your revelation that you almost forget who exactly is sitting right in front of you.Â
âIâm really sorry Seokmin, but that kiss. I wasnât thinking straight,â you attempt to act calm, not wanting to escalate the situation.Â
âItâs okay, I understand. It's only been a week,â he shrugs with a rueful demeanour, âYouâre still in love with him and there's not a lot I can do to change your mind.âÂ
âYouâre right, there isnât,â you reply with certainty. âI've been in love with him for years, and thatâs not going to change for a while.âÂ
âI just want you to know Iâll be here when youâre ready.â
âI canât do that to you knowing I still love him,â you disclose and hurt flashes across Seokminâs eyes.Â
âI understand.âÂ
âI hope so, considering you had gone on my phone behind my back and blocked his contact.âÂ
Shock is the best way to describe Seokminâs reaction. He probably hadnât realized that you figured out where his true intentions lie. But now that itâs out in the open, you canât help but stand your ground.Â
Seokmin doesnât deserve to be in your presence right now, especially after he took advantage of your vulnerability.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Seokmin tries to respond nonchalantly, but his eyes frantically avoid your gaze.Â
âYou know damn well what Iâm talking about,â you grit, your knuckles were straining from how hard you gripped onto your phone. Displacing your anger before it was shot full throttle and onto Seokminâs face.
âFine. You caught me. But there wasnât any other way for you to forget him if you kept in contact with him. Even if you werenât explicitly answering his texts.âÂ
Standing up and stalking over to your door, you open it to usher Seokmin out of the home.Â
âThatâs for me to decide. Not you. Now please leave.âÂ
Without much defiance, Seokmin leaves, evidently hurt by your anger towards him. The frown on his face deepened while he grabbed all his things, and walked out your door.
 As he leaves, he utters his last words, clearly miffed by your decision to kick him out.Â
âI may be in love with you just as much as you are with Wonwoo, but at least Iâm not dumb enough to go back to someone who obviously doesnât give a shit about me. Your life will get easier when you stop being an idiot and start seeing how bad he is for you.âÂ
âŚÂ
The unsavoury memories of earlier had you deep in thought, especially after the statement Seokmin had made. He was supposed to be your safe space, but he ruined it with his need to cut Wonwoo out of your life for you. Yet there was clear wisdom to what he had said. Wonwoo only complicated your life and feelings further. Â
Everything would be so simple if it were Seokmin instead, and you acknowledge that. But your heart didnât seek out his touch the way it did with Wonwoo.Â
 Seokmin let his feelings get in the way of what couldâve been the start of something good. If only he hadnât done what he did, maybe if he had just given you more time to heal, things between the two of you would be different. Although the friendship with Seokmin had turned sour, he still deserves someone who would love him unconditionally, it just wasnât you.Â
 Wonwoo was the person you truly wanted, and although the break and argument between you two were enlightening, you cannot deny how right he is about Seokmin.Â
You also cannot deny how much you still miss him.Â
Canât Get You.
chapter one.Â
âI gave up so much for you, Wonwoo. I lost so much of myself trying to please you. But I give up. I was drowning in my love for you.âÂ
You are an enigma inside Wonwooâs mind, and it was the first time in a while that he had experienced deep regret and grief. Forcing himself into your home to accuse you all because of his resentment towards Seokmin, he couldnât have been less irrational. And now he had to face the consequences of his actions. Â
Sleepless night after sleepless night, he had no way to make up for what he had done to you. Years of cluelessly assuming that you only ever saw him as a friend, of using you as a crutch for his anguish. He had been so unfair, and there's a sense of exasperation he cannot disenthrall.Â
Wonwoo is supposed to be your friend as much as you were his, but he dared to treat you as his therapist, his support system. If he hadnât been so blind to your feelings, none of this wouldâve happened. Maybe he wouldâve been able to reciprocate your feelings earlier if he had known that you were in love with him this whole time.Â
The buzz of a notification illuminates his dim bedroom, the light of his screen creating shadows that harboured his contrition. He had half the mind to answer, but after what he had said to you that day, he knew it wasnât going to be you.Â
Wonwoo decided to take a look anyway.Â
[12:09 a.m.]Â
[darling <3: you were right about seokmin]
[darling <3: that doesnât mean i forgive u. i just thot id let u know]
With his heartbeat hammering inside his chest, Wonwoo couldnât contain his elation. Itâs been so long since heâd seen your name on his phone screen, and despite the context not being ideal, he decided to look at the brighter side.Â
Although heâs not sure what had gone down between you and Seokmin, Wonwoo couldnât find it in himself to care. All he knows is that he was right to warn you, and he has a chance to have you all for himself once again. Without the worry of Seokmin interrupting his plans.
[12:10 a.m.]Â
[wons <3: iâve missed you, darling]Â
[wons <3: i know iâve been a bad friend in the past, but i want to show u that i can change. please]
[wons <3: i promise, i'm going to be better]
Desperation was never Wonwooâs thing, but if it meant having you in his arms once again, then nothing else matters. If heâs perceived as pathetic for trying to gain your trust again, then so be it.Â
Eyes glued to his phone screen, he observes how your grey chat bubble appears and disappears again. The anticipation of what youâre going to say next has Wonwoo on the edge of his bed, wishing he could just peer into your mind, to catch a mere glimpse into what youâre thinking.Â
[12:14 a.m.] [darling <3: đ]Â
Thereâs an immediate drop in Wonwooâs smile, heâs never experienced you acting indifferent towards him. The feeling is so foreign he has no choice but to find some way to get rid of it. You had given a sliver of hope just by texting him, and that was all he needed. Wonwoo is your best friend, he knows you better than anyone, he knows you better than Seokmin.Â
Apathetic towards the lengths he may have to go to to bring you back into his life, Wonwoo is determined to make you forgive him. Even if it meant abandoning his pride or his ego, he didnât care anymore. Everything else is meaningless if youâre not his.Â
two.Â
The next time Wonwoo is forced to be in a room with Seokmin is the day Jeonghan decides to have an impromptu study session in the library. Unbeknownst to him, the person he has grown to hate would be there too. The tension was increasingly palpable to the point that both Jeonghan and Leigh found it difficult to focus on their work.Â
âWhy are you here?â Wonwoo queried with a scrutinizing gaze.Â
The sound of uncomfortable shuffling is pronounced within the long pause of Seokmin and Wonwooâs staredown. And Jeonghan gives Leigh a look of curiosity with a hint of confusion. They were obviously under the impression that the two of them were good friends, especially because no one had a clue about what happened between them.Â
âJeonghan invited me to study, why? Is it illegal for me to be here?â Seokmin quipped, evidently unamused by Wonwooâs presence.Â
Wonwoo scoffs, chair legs scraping against the hardwood as he takes his seat.Â
âIt should be.âÂ
Seokmin huffs before crossing his arms over his chest, taking a guarded stance. Various textbooks cluttered around the table, long forgotten in favour of watching Seokmin and Wonwoo bicker.Â
âWhatâs up with those two?â Jeonghan whispers in Leighâs ear, which the latter only shrugs in response.Â
Wonwoo and Seokmin were lost in their world of conflict, and neither paid attention to their two observers. They were both ready to pull out bowls of popcorn amid their studying, which seemed more entertaining than whatever they were reading earlier.Â
âNot sure. I bet you ten dollars it has something to do with you know whoâŚ,â Leigh whispers back, obviously amused by his friends' clear disdain for each other.Â
âIâll bet you ten dollars and a kiss Wonwoo did something to piss off Seokmin,â Jeonghan challenges his deal.Â
Leigh giggles at how Jeonghan takes every opportunity to flirt with him but agrees to his wager anyway.Â
âWhat does a kiss have to do with any of this?âÂ
âNothing, I just wanted to give you one,â Jeonghan shrugs.Â
Their conversation is cut off by Seokminâs need to curse out Wonwoo, standing up from the table only to poke his finger into the elder's chest.Â
âI hope you know that if you pursue her, youâll only end up hurting her,â Seokmin accused, causing Wonwoo to flare with outrage.
Wonwoo isnât pleased by Seokminâs intrepid need to provoke him. From what you texted him the other day, itâs unmistakably clear that he has the upper hand. This means that Seokminâs vexation is only a projection of the fact that his plan has gone awry.Â
âMaybe if you hadnât been such a manipulative bitch, she wouldnât have come back running to me,â Wonwoo smirks, the realization in Seokminâs eyes is nothing but confirmation that he struck a nerve.Â
Seokmin is left baffled by Wonwooâs statement, âYou seriously cannot be talking right now.â
âOh, but I am. I may have done wrong before, but at least I know how to get her back,â Wonwoo retorted. Â
Thankfully, the library wasnât traditional in the sense that students had to be quiet while using the space. Most passersby' barely batted an eyelash as the two men were raised from their seats while in a heated argument.Â
The bitter taste in Wonwooâs mouth only intensified the more time he wasted quarrelling with Seokmin. There are better things he can do with his time, like finding a way for you to forgive him. But he canât help that every time he lays eyes on Seokmin, the only thing he can think of doing is socking his so-called friend in the face.Â
âWeâll see who she ends up with in the end, and Iâll make sure it isnât you,â Wonwoo finalizes.Â
Deciding that he is done exchanging words with Seokmin, he leaves before he wastes any more of his time. The bag hooked on his shoulder was still unopened since their fight started before he could even retrieve his things. Harsh footsteps echo throughout the bustling library, and Wonwoo makes it his mission to find you. To have you in his hold before Seokmin could even think of getting near you.Â
âŚ
Three oâclock. On Wednesdays, your anthropology lecture always ends at three oâclock. Wonwoo knew you wouldnât be pleased to see him inside the arts building, waiting right outside the lecture hall. But he had to take his chance, or else Seokmin might find a way to weasel into your life once again. Just the thought of it made Wonwooâs ears flare red. No one deserves to have you as much as he did.Â
The rush of students begins to trickle into the hallway, and he spots the top of your head before you stray too far away. With a shout of your name, he watches as you try to find the voice that has been calling out for you.Â
Suddenly, the world around Wonwoo lacks colour as his gaze sets upon you. Standing there, you shine brightly, and Wonwoo couldnât care less how stupid he looked while trying to gain your attention. The people around him are nothing but blockages that stop him from being able to grab onto you. Your expression is filled with curiosity as he waves his hand, beckoning you closer to him. Despite the obvious conflicting thoughts that are running through your head, Wonwoo knows you wonât be able to resist him.Â
As you near, Wonwoo almost sighs with content, hearing your voice for the first time since that night.Â
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
The two of you wedged into one of the corners, waiting for the crowd to thin out. Grabbing your wrist, Wonwoo pulls you against him. Your back is flush with the wall; the rest of the students push past the both of you to get to their next class or to go home.Â
âWanted to be the one to give you a ride home,â Wonwoo mutters truthfully, but he knows thatâs not why youâre asking.Â
He watches the way you gulp, trying not to get caught up in the heat of his body. Youâre so close to him that if he makes one slight movement he could end up kissing you. The feathery breath you let out almost causes Wonwoo to forget what heâs meant to be doing. Enamoured by your soft pink lips and how the heat on your cheeks intensifies with each passing moment. He simply canât take his eyes off you.Â
It seems as though you're making Wonwoo fall for you without even realizing it.Â
The delightful scrunch in your brow only leaves him tingling, satisfied with the fact that you two are in such proximity after everything that happened. Although Wonwoo knows he has a long way to go to gain your forgiveness, he allows himself to enjoy the smaller moments with you while he can.Â
âI can walk,â you retort, recoiling out of his grasp before walking over to the exit.Â
âWalking is fine too,â Wonwoo attested, catching up with your fast pace.Â
âAlone,â you reiterate.Â
Wonwoo is amused by your direct attempt to get him to leave you alone. He almost laughs, you should know him well enough by now. What Wonwoo wants, he gets, it doesnât matter if youâre mad at him. Heâs confident enough in himself to know that heâs capable of making you fall for him all over again.Â
If thereâs one thing Wonwoo is unmistakably good at, itâs the chase.Â
With his experience, it doesnât take much for you to be perched right back into his palm. Youâre a woman after all. The only difference between you and everyone else is that Wonwoo can envision a future with you in it, which has always been hard for him to do. But with you, Wonwoo can only wish that he could live till heâs a thousand if it meant that he could spend the rest of that time with you.Â
âPlease darling, let me take you home,â Wonwoo begs, his slender fingers grasped against your wrist. âYouâre probably tired from walking around campus all day.âÂ
He could practically see the way the gears were turning in your head like you couldnât decipher his underlying motives, and he couldnât help but grin at your obvious overthinking.
âFine, but youâre giving me a ride. Thatâs it.âÂ
The smile on Wonwooâs face widens as you try to act uninterested, but he knows deep down your resolve is beginning to weaken. Â
three.Â
Wonwoo can only surmise that his plan has been taking effect. Not only have you been less reluctant to agree to him giving you a ride to and from school, but youâve also been replying to his texts more frequently. Albeit they havenât been the same long and sporadic messages you used to send, Wonwoo canât seem to complain.
[5:05 p.m.]Â [wons <3: u got home alright darling?] [darling <3: u drove me home.] [wons <3: ik. but i still wanna ask] [darling <3: i should be asking u that] [darling <3: not that i care tho] [wons <3: sure u dont]Â [darling <3: i don't! now bye i have to study for my quiz tmrw]Â [wons <3: okayy wtv helps u sleep at night đ]Â [wons <3: dont study too hard. ill pick u up tmrw at the same time ok?]Â [darling <3: đ]Â
Smiling like a kid on Christmas, Wonwoo canât help but feel the rush of butterflies flutter in his stomach. He can tell youâre trying to put on a detached facade, but your caring nature seems to be slipping through the cracks.Â
His plan to slowly reinstate himself into your life seems to be working. Even though he understands it wonât happen overnight, Wonwoo doesnât mind waiting for you to forgive him. At least he knows that heâs one step closer than Seokmin ever will be.Â
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âGood morning,â Wonwoo greets you, moving to the side to open the door.Â
As you slip into the passenger seat, he realizes how much he misses you sitting beside him. You were always in your world while he drove, staring at the window reading all the signs along the way, or humming softly to the lyrics of the current song playing.Â
âMorning,â you mumble back, settling into your spot.Â
Itâs that time of the year when all the leaves start to fall off the branches. The pavement was littered with hues of brown, red, and yellow. Wonwoo loved autumn the most out of all the seasons. It reminded him of the smell of cinnamon and warm cups of tea. Most importantly, it was autumn when he first met you.Â
âYou ready for your quiz?â Wonwoo decides to fill the silence.Â
As you turn your body, you give him a soft smile, and he knows with that expression, that you probably didnât get much studying done the night before. He chuckles at your meek countenance, youâve always been the type to procrastinate.Â
âI know that look. Donât worry, youâre the smartest person I know,â Wonwoo reassures you.Â
The right hand he had gripping the steering wheel strays from its place, seeking your hold. Allowing himself to take a glance at you before interlocking his fingers with yours, rubbing soothing circles along your delicate skin. Sensing you freeze upon his touch, Wonwooâs hands almost break out in a sweat, hoping you wonât pull away. And surprisingly, you don't.Â
Both of you returned to a relaxed state, and heâs overjoyed that youâve decided to allow him to touch you again. Even if itâs something as innocent as hand-holding on the way to school. Wonwoo squeezes your hand tighter, reminding himself that youâre still beside him. That you chose to be with him.Â
It wasnât long before the campus university was in Wonwooâs view. Pulling into his parking spot, he does so without letting go of your hand once. Even when turning the gear shift into park, his hold on you has yet to be relinquished.Â
Thereâs a pause of silence that Wonwoo decides to break.Â
âI know itâs not going to be easy to forgive me, Iâve done so many things that, if I was in your position, wouldnât have let slide. But Iâm asking for a chance, just one chance to show you that I can be better,â Wonwoo confesses.Â
He observes that way you take time to think, his thumb continuing to rub mindless circles into your skin. Wonwoo didnât think heâd be so nervous to hear what you had to say, or if you would say anything at all.Â
âJust be patient with me, okay?â is the only thing you end up saying.Â
To Wonwoo, thatâs a win. You didnât deny his request for forgiveness, and that can only mean one thing. His plan is working just as heâd hoped.Â
âTake all the time you need, darling. I just want to be close to you again,â Wonwoo reassures you, his voice stable and comforting. He searches your eyes for even an ounce of unease.Â
Nodding your head, you finally loosen your hand from Wonwooâs. As you step out of the car you leave with one final remark.Â
âI'll see you after class okay?âÂ
That was all the assurance that Wonwoo needed. Heâs convinced that heâs a step in the right direction. Youâve fallen for him once again, perhaps not fully, but soon enough youâll be back to where the two of you had left off.Â
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When Wonwoo gets to see you again, itâs to drop off your cognitive psych textbook. By the time he realized it was on the floor bed of his car, it was already too late to give it back to you.
As he returns to the same long hallway, he nears your apartment with a sense of unease. Flashbacks of what happened the last time he even stepped foot into the building flood his memories. Wonwoo had no reason to be nervous, especially because youâve become more lenient about him seeing you again. But this is different, he canât help but wonder if youâre over that night, or youâre just allowing him to enter your life again because it was easier.Â
The sound of him knocking on the door reverberates through the empty hallway, and a chill shoots down his spine. Why is he so nervous? Heâs been here more times than he could count, and above all that heâs only here to return your textbook.Â
From the other side of the door, he can faintly hear your footsteps as you make your way over. A hand clasped around the thick spine of your book, he grips it harder as he awaits your arrival.Â
âHi?â you greet him with a puzzled expression.Â
The breath in Wonwoo's throat evaporates into thin air, his eyes glued to the curve of your body. Itâs the same sleep set you wore the night he saw Seokmin leave your apartment. Trapped in his mind, he canât help but let his thoughts wander. Plush thighs hugged tightly by your shorts, no bra in sight, allowing your nipples to outline the satin. With a tense gulp, he knows he canât stay for long.Â
âH-hey, uh, you forgot your textbook in my car,â Wonwoo stutters, eyes raking over your figure.Â
What the hell? Wonwooâs seen you in everything under the sun, including a bathing suit. But why does this damn sleep set have him tripping over his words?Â
Before he can say anything more, you move forward to grab the book from his hands. Your hair flows over your shoulder while the strap of your tank top slips down.Â
Shoulders stiffening at the sight, Wonwoo really canât stay. He might even combust into a million pieces before he can get to his car.Â
âThanks.âÂ
âItâs really no problem, sorry Iâm here so late. Youâreââ his words are cut off by your unexpected proposition. Â
âYou wanna come in? Iâm making some tea.âÂ
Wonwoo is completely fucked, though he doesnât stop himself from entering your home.Â
As you turn around, Wonwoo almost lets out a strained groan. He had been lucky enough to cover it up with a cough. You shoot him a confused look over your shoulder, and he mumbles a curt âItâs nothingâ before you can question him further.Â
The scent of peppermint tea engulfs his senses, your favourite. It was your routine to drink a cup of tea before bed, but peppermint has always been your go-to. He only knew this because his mom always made sure to send you boxes of a loose-leaf version from your hometown. You didnât drink any other kind.Â
Thereâs a sway in your hips as you move over to the kitchen counter and Wonwooâs lost in a hypnotic state. Taking a seat at the island, he watches as you grab two of the coffee mugs from your cupboard. As you move to reach for the glassware, he observes the way your shorts ride up, giving him a direct view of the curve of your ass. He felt like a pervert for staring but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât take his eyes off you.Â
âHere, let me get them for you,â Wonwoo offers, moving behind you to retrieve the two mugs. His body is perfectly aligned with yours, he can feel you stiffen against him.Â
A rough palm is placed delicately against the exposed skin of your waist. Youâre so warm. Wonwooâs brain short circuits and he almost forgets what heâs actually meant to do. He holds you tighter against him while the handles of the cups are hooked against his fingers. With as much delicateness as possible, he situates the mugs against the granite.Â
The soft âthank youâ that left your lips was almost too faint for either of you to hear, but due to the stillness in the atmosphere, Wonwoo heard you loud and clear.Â
With reluctance, Wonwoo leaves his spot behind you to return to his seat. He continues to watch you as you prepare the tea, and heâs never been more mesmerized in his life. It was almost criminal how closely he examined your actions, but you had become so captivating. It would be rude to deny the pleasure of being able to see you again.Â
âThis oneâs for you,â you mutter, setting the mug in front of his person.Â
âThanks.âÂ
A comfortable silence blankets the two of you. Your hand around your cup, savouring the tea while you scroll aimlessly on your phone. Wonwoo allows his thoughts to wander. It almost felt sinful to be inside your apartment once again, compelling him to apologize once more.Â
âI know I've already said it before but, I hope you know Iâm not going to let this second chance be taken for granted. What I did was wrong, and I was so angry and confused that I didnât even think about what I was saying.âÂ
Looking up from your phone, a frown is apparent on your angelic face. But you donât say anything, allowing him to continue with his admission of guilt.Â
âThere are so many things I couldâve done differently, but I let my anger get the best of me. Youâre the most important person in my life and I donât want to let you go. I know Iâm terrible at showing how much I care but I want you to know that deep down inside of me my love for you is there. Youâre my greatest friend and I was a dumbass for not treating you that way earlier on.âÂ
Thereâs a pregnant pause in the air before you respond. Wonwooâs nerves are spiking, but he waits diligently for your reply.Â
âI understand that youâre sorry. And I wish that things had gone differently. Iâm sure that night was a lot for both of us. Seokmin wasnât the person I thought he was, and it sucks that you were right but I wanna move forward. It just felt so wrong for you to assume that I was with him in that way. It hurt and it was insulting for you to talk to me that way.âÂ
The words that had been brewing in his mind were lost as he continued to listen to you.Â
âWhatâs even funnier is that me and Seokmin kissed a couple of days after our fight. Iâm not even sure why I did that, but I regret it. I probably just wanted to get my mind off you and all the other stuff. Honestly, I was so naive, I didnât think Seokmin would go to such cruel lengths to manipulate me.âÂ
âI want to forgive you. Youâre my best friend, and I donât want to lose you either. Seokmin had put it in my head to just cut you off, and it almost felt wrong but I listened anyway. I shouldâve known why he had convinced me to do all those things. I was so stupid to believe him. But I do want to fix us, I just need time.âÂ
To hear you talk about what Seokmin did to you, and to also find out that you two had kissed made Wonwooâs insides churn. He felt sick at the thought of the two of you, but why? Youâre his friend, he shouldnât care about the fact that you and Seokmin shared an intimate moment. Wonwoo should only care about the fact that both he and Seokmin hurt you.
âDarling, Iâm so sorry. I wish there were more ways I could show you how apologetic I am. I promise I'm going to do better.âÂ
Thereâs a glazed look over your eyes, and Wonwooâs chest almost collapses into itself. The subtle pout on your lips causes a sigh to leave his lips.Â
Standing up, he walks over to you, cooing as he deluges you into his hold. Strong arms pull you into his chest, the faint weeping coming from you almost kills him. He hates to see you sad, and what he hates even more is that heâs the one behind most of your pain.Â
âIâm not going anywhere from now on. So please darling, donât push me away anymore. Iâm gonna do everything I can to show you how important you are to me,â He whispers in your ear as he runs a hand down your hair.Â
Wonwoo knows how much you love it when he does that. It always calmed you down on the days you couldnât regulate your emotions.Â
Sensitive to the sad things in life yet ardent towards the things you are passionate about. You have always been a softer soul, a soul that feels everything without a care in the world. At the same time, you are a whirlwind of emotions, and different colours of sensibilities, itâs your greatest strength but also your weakness. Wonwoo admires that about you. Never afraid to feel, never afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything he isn't.Â
That night, Wonwoo vowed to be a better person for you. He also promised heâd never let someone like Seokmin take advantage of your kindness again.Â
four.Â
Despite Wonwooâs desire to submerge his feelings into a deep void, he canât seem to dismiss the fact that heâs slowly falling for you. It didnât start when you had begun to ignore him, nor did it start when you decided to search for comfort in another.Â
Seeking a piece of you in everyone heâs been with. It's always been in a subconscious manner, but the more he looks back on all his relationships, heâs started to realize that the one thing that was missing was you.
Falling in love with you was gradual.Â
In the same way, the tides along the shore would slowly pull the sand back into the ocean. In the same way, the seasons changed from summer to winter. Wonwooâs love for you is like autumn leaves. Shades of green morph into the familiar, comforting, yellow, red, and brown. Their descent from their branches slowed, dwindling with the breeze before they ultimately hit the ground. Before he knew it, autumn had begun.Â
Before he knew it, he was in love.Â
Everything over the past month had just been a wake-up call. Slowly rising from an insomnious state, he began to find clarity in his past actions, in his reasons for wondering why none of the relationships worked out in his favour. No one understood him the way you did, and no one understood you the way he did. And he had been foolish enough to not act upon those realizations sooner. Â
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Wonwoo ached to see you again. To be close to you, with your scent filling his nostrils, your warmth engulfing him, he couldnât stop thinking about you. Yet he sat in the library trying to make sense of his pending assignment. Mingyu sits across from him, looking close to slamming his forehead with his textbook.Â
Wonwoo couldnât care less about regression to the mean or whatever it is his statistics professor is trying to teach him. Every second that passed his mind would end up wandering to thoughts of you. That night in your apartment, the whiff of peppermint tea, your arms around him as he held you close. Desperation is a dangerous emotion, for it only made him want to close his laptop and rush to your side.Â
Why didnât he just fess up about his feelings for you right then and there? He couldâve done it, but his intuition stopped him. From the start of you finally letting him back into your life, neither of you brought up your confession of being in love with him. The prospect of him even acknowledging the subject has Wonwoo believing it wouldnât end the way he hopes.Â
Attempting to suppress his curious thoughts, heâs afraid of you denying everything you disclosed to him that night. He didnât want you to renounce your declaration of love under the guise of anger or the heat of the moment. The only thing he wanted from you now was the truth.Â
âWell, you look a lot better than you did last time we were here,â Mingyu speaks up.Â
Taken out of his trance, Wonwoo lifts his head from the screen of his laptop. An involuntary chuckle erupts from his chest. Despite his muddled thoughts, Mingyu is right. He looks and feels a lot better than he did before.Â
âA lot of shit happened, but yeah, I guess you can say that.âÂ
âHmm, let me guess. You two made up?â Mingyu doesnât beat around the bush.Â
Wonwoo is aware that Mingyuâs probably only asking to remedy his curiosity, or so he could update Kalia about the situation, but he doesnât care. If anything, he wants everyone to know that he won you over instead of Seokmin.Â
âYeah, kinda? I donât know. Iâm trying my best to be better for her though,â Wonwoo lets out a half-hearted sigh.Â
Mingyu looked at him with curiosity, and Wonwoo knew that expression a little too well. It was the âsince when were you the type of person to change for a girlâ look. His friend didnât have to say much for him to understand what Mingyu was attempting to convey.Â
âYouâre serious?â Mingyu presses, a lilt of doubt in his tone of voice.Â
âYeah, I'm serious. Never been more serious in my life,â Wonwoo scoffs, he already knows where this conversation is heading.Â
Mingyu didnât seem to buy it though, eyes rolling as he leaned back in his chair. Wonwoo crosses his arms defensively, it is typical for Mingyu to wonder where his true intentions lie. His track record wasnât the best when it came to girls, unlike Mr. Perfect across from him.Â
Mingyu knew how to deal with relationships, heâs practically married to Kalia at this point.Â
Wonwoo, on the other hand, tended to obsess for a few months before inevitably breaking things off. Itâs practically second nature for him to do so, but this is different. It's you. And Wonwoo knew that meant more to him despite his old habits.Â
âBe for real man, I know you. Are you sure this isnât the same as the last hundred times youâve liked someone?âÂ
âLike? I donât just like her. Iâm in love with her.âÂ
Mingyuâs eyes go wide, Wonwoo has never dropped the Lâword on his friend before. Not about Haein, or any of the other girls heâs dated.Â
âWoah. That's different,â Mingyu lets out a low-whistle.Â
âThat's what I mean. Weâre not talking about just some other girl who I find interesting. This is my best friend,â Wonwoo continues to defend himself.Â
It felt weird to say those words out loud for someone else to hear, but Mingyu was the only person Wonwoo didnât feel insecure talking to despite the fact he practically criticized him during the last study session. Wonwoo needs to let his feelings out into the world, and Mingyu is willing to listen.Â
âOkay, youâve convinced me, but you better not fuck it up. I wonât punch you but I know Kalia would,â Mingyu shrugs, and heâs right. Kalia would beat him up.Â
Wonwoo snorts at Mingyuâs remark, âYour girlfriend is scary.âÂ
âShe is. Just donât be a dumbass and she wonât kill you. You know how much Kalia cares about her.âÂ
âSeems like everyone does. Seokmin cares a little too much,â Wonwoo huffs, thinking back to what you had told him the last time he saw you.Â
âAh. I heard about that,â Mingyu smirks.Â
Wonwoo could feel the hairs on the back of his neck starting to stick up. He didnât particularly like the idea of you and Seokmin together. In all honesty, he doesnât even want to see him within a hundred feet of your person. Wonwoo had half the mind to beat him to a pulp for how he hurt you, and heâs sure that Seokmin feels the same way about him. The only difference was that you had a clear choice, and Wonwoo came out on top.Â
âI canât believe him actually. Heâs dead to me,â Wonwoo scowls, hating the bitter taste Seokminâs name leaves on his tongue.Â
âDude⌠Seokmin is still our friend,â Mingyu attempts to mediate, like the soft-hearted man he is, but Wonwoo doesnât care.Â
âNo. Heâs your friend. What he did is fucked up, even for me. His dumbass is not stepping a foot near her, not if I have any say in the matter.âÂ
Hot on his heels, Wonwoo packs his belongings and exits the library with flames blazing his trail. Mingyu still sits there dumbfounded, recovering from the shock of his friend's crass declaration.Â
five.Â
[12:11 p.m.] [wons <3: meet me at our spot? i have a surprise :)]
Pacing back and forth, Wonwoo waits for you at the aforementioned spot. Itâs a hidden corner on campus you two found in your first year. There were multiple wooden picnic tables scattered around the lawn of green grass, but no one seemed to come to this side of the university. It had been an alcove of secludedness for the two of you since that day. Wonwoo had spent most of his lunch breaks eating here with you when the crowds of students got too overwhelming.Â
Deciding it wasnât doing him any good walking back and forth like a madman, he takes a seat at the table you both claimed for yourselves. Even with the abundance of available picnic tables, neither of you ever sat anywhere else. The tableâs location had always been perfect. Right under a large oak tree that had just the right amount of shade yet a prime amount of sunlight. The leaves had already shed, and there was no protection from the rays, but Wonwoo settled in his unassigned seat anyway.Â
Inspecting the food he bought you, he made sure that it was still warm enough for you to eat. Two grilled pork banh miâs with extra pickled vegetables wrapped securely within the plastic bag, your favourite.Â
Wonwoo had no reason to buy it for you, other than the fact that as he was leaving the library in a sour mood, he was able to snag the last two from the dining hall. Thinking about the look you would have on your face once you got here made him smile to himself. So without a second thought, he paid for the sandwiches before sending you a text.Â
âSo what's the surprise?âÂ
Ears perking, Wonwoo whips his head over in the direction of your sweet voice. Skin glowing in the sunlight, he admires you with a lopsided smile. You look so good today, almost too good. The black skirt you wore flounced with each step you took, while your cardigan hung low on your shoulders.Â
He wishes he could have you only for himself, finding it unfair that everyone else in the whole damn world got to admire how gorgeous you are, including himself. Wonwoo doesnât get tired of looking at you, itâs like a breath of fresh air each time.Â
âHi, darling. There were only two left,â he nudged his head, motioning to the plastic bag that you are very familiar with.Â
With glowing eyes, you let out a squeal of delight. Wonwoo knew he did something right for once.Â
âOh my god. How did you know I was craving these today? I was thinking about it all morning,â you gush, rushing over to open the bag that held your most prized possession.
âI didnât, but I know youâd never say no to your favourite,â he chuckles.Â
You didnât even get to take a proper seat before diving into the banh mi.Â
âI forgot to pack a lunch today,â you bubbled, mouth still half full with food.Â
Wonwoo continues to grin, pleased with himself that something small like this brings you so much happiness. Tutting, he jokingly scolds you, wiping the cilantro that stuck to your cheek.Â
âYou shouldnât talk when your mouth is full darling, youâll choke.âÂ
Rolling your eyes at him, you swallow your food and take a sip of water before continuing with the conversation.Â
âI woke up late today and forgot to make something for lunch, so thank you for this, I was starving,â you beam up at him, sitting cross-legged on the bench.Â
âItâs a good thing Iâm here then, right?â He chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, not wanting it to get in the way of your eating.Â
âYeah I guess youâre right,â you mumble before taking another bite. âFuck this is so good right now, you donât even know.âÂ
Wonwoo hums, amused with your reaction before unwrapping his sandwich. Admiring his view of you, he continues to listen to you talk about how youâre absolutely in the trenches for your next cognitive psychology midterm.Â
âIâm so screwed. I canât seem to properly memorize the theories, especially the one about Piagetâs stages. It keeps getting mixed up in my head,â you mutter in between bites.Â
âI wish I could help, but you're the psych major,â Wonwoo shrugs, bemused at how your cheeks resemble those of a hamster.Â
âTrue. Enough about school, my head hurts just thinking about it,â you sigh.Â
âAlright. No school. Do you have plans for the weekend, at least?â Wonwoo asks.Â
Your eyes lit up at his question, and you were ready to divulge what you had going on for the end of the week. Midterms were only a few days away, and everyone was so high-strung about them. Wonwoo knew you just wanted it to be over. Youâve always been the type to hate preparing for exams.Â
âWell, June, Lynne, Leigh, and I are hitting up Raval on Friday. We wanted to celebrate the start of the mid-term break,â you explain. âYou can join us if you want.âÂ
Before either you or Wonwoo could get another word in, his phone rings obnoxiously on the table. His momâs caller ID flashes across his screen before he accepts the call, propping it up so the both of you are within the camera lens.Â
âHi mama!â you wave excitedly, Wonwooâs mom smiling back at you.Â
There wasnât much he was grateful for in life, but the fact that you and his mom were so close was one of those things.Â
âHey ma, whatâs up?â Wonwoo greets her, the grin on his face widening.Â
âHi, my babies. I just wanted to say hi!â His mom waves her hand at the camera, trying to stay in the frame.Â
âDear, did you get your box of peppermint tea?â she asks you, Wonwooâs gaze returning to your beautiful smile. No words could explain the happiness he felt seeing you talk to his mom.Â
âYes mama, I did, thank you so much! Iâve been drinking it every night,â you assure her, sending her flying kisses through the phone.Â
âWonwoo, treat her well while you guys are away, got it? I just wanted to check on you both real quick,â his mom chattered through the speaker.Â
âYes, ma, I know. Weâre eating lunch, but Iâll call you when I get home. Love you,â Wonwoo feigns annoyance but still tells her he loves her.Â
âBye, mama! Love you,â you bid her farewell, the call beeping indicating that Wonwoo had hung up.Â
For the rest of Wonwooâs lunch break, the two of you ate your banh mi in comfortable silence. There was a silent agreement of eating and just enjoying the view of the secret spot that Wonwoo shares with you. With everyone else gone, it was perfect.Â
If Wonwoo could have any superpower in the world, it would be able to stop time. He yearns for this moment to last forever. Enjoying your company in a secluded part of campus, where thereâs no one to bother you, no one to question your friendship.  Â
He longs for more days with you like this, away from the noise, away from distractions that cause his attention to stray away from who he cares about. He only needs one thing in his life to truly feel fulfilled, and it's you. Â
act three, Hold Me by the Heart.Â
chapter one.Â
Despite the reconciliation between you and Wonwoo, you still find yourself doubting his actions. Did he want to change for the sake of your friendship? Or was he only putting effort knowing you had almost slipped through his fingertips?Â
Warmth enveloped you every time he was around, every time he gave you small words of affirmation. Even with all these signs of growth from him, you still had that vexing churn in your gut.Â
That swirl of intuition felt like you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop. As much as you hate not being able to trust your best friend completely, apprehension continues to gnaw at your insides.Â
âHey? You still in there?â June interrupts your train of thought, waving her hand in front of your gaze.Â
âI thought you and Wonwoo made up?â She continued to press for answers, which was typical of her.Â
âWe did,â you sigh, taking a sip of your Long Island iced tea.Â
âThen why the long face?âÂ
âI donât know. Maybe Iâm just thinking too hard,â you chuckle, although thereâs no humour behind it.Â
June mirrors your expression, frowning alongside you as she pats your back, trying to get you out of your forlorn state.Â
âThat calls for another drink!â She attempts to lighten the mood, her pointer fingers poking at your smile lines, forcing a grin to grace your lips.Â
Rolling your eyes at her, you agree to her proposition. Not wanting to waste your weekend on immutable thoughts of Wonwoo. Heâs the only person who could make you sit around a room full of people and still feel like something, or rather, someone, was missing.Â
In the back of your mind, you wonder if he remembers the confession you accidentally spilled during your fight. In the midst of all the anger, the pent-up frustration, you deliberate whether he still remembers the fleeting âI love youâ that left your trembling lips that night.Â
Before you could blink, June was already back in her seat. A tray of shot glasses filled with brown liquor. There was enough for everyone to take at least two. Although you know itâs not a good idea to get drunk with the negative thoughts floating within your mind, you choose to ignore your rationality for one night.Â
âWonwoo still may be an asshole, but if he makes you happy, who am I to judge?â Leigh speaks up from his seat, knocking back the shot glass till itâs empty.Â
A small giggle leaves your lips, duplicating his actions and swallowing the alcohol in one go.Â
âSo what is the deal with you and Wonwoo now? I feel like every time I see you, heâs right behind you like some kind of brooding bodyguard,â Lynne queries, ready for you to fess up.Â
The breath you take in is sharp, not knowing where to even start. The past month has gone by in a blur, too many events happening in such a short amount of time. You couldnât even process it properly yourself, let alone recite all that has gone down to your friends.Â
âWell, I may have texted him after that incident with Seokmin. And after that, it just snowballed. He started driving me to school again, eating lunch with me, apologizing every chance he got. I-I donât even know anymore,â you inhale, not realizing that you have barely taken a chance to breathe.Â
âInterestingâŚâ Lynne mumbles, tapping on her chin as if she is deep in thought.Â
âHeâs just become more considerate. I donât know why heâs decided to change, but I canât complain because I can see the change,â you continue, defending him. After all, you knew your friends didnât see him in a particularly positive light.Â
There was a pause in the air, everyone sitting at the table still processing your defence. Even if they still hate him, you donât really care. Yes, you care for their opinions, and you cherish their affection for you, but Wonwoo deserves a second chance in your eyes.Â
âI mean⌠Isnât the reason heâs even acting like this because he hated seeing you with Seokmin?â Leigh disputes, and you frown.Â
Thereâs truth behind his statement. Wonwoo only noticed your absence because you had started hanging out with Seokmin more. But it worked in your favour, so can you even be mad?Â
âMaybe. Honestly, I donât think I care about his reasons. He's trying and thatâs all that should matter, right?â you mutter, taking another shot from the tray.Â
The looks on your friendsâ faces say more about what they want to say to you than their words ever could. Youâre disregarding Wonwooâs toxic behaviour in hopes that this new chapter with him is more than just some facade.Â
âOh, thatâs notâŚâ Leigh whispers under his breath but doesnât say more.Â
They know they canât change your mind.Â
[11:17 p.m.]Â [wons <3: still out with your friends?]Â
Your screen's brightness illuminates the bar's dim lighting, bringing everyone's attention to the bubble with Wonwooâs name clearly on display.Â
âSpeaking of the devil,â Lynne shakes her head as she nurses the drink in her hand.Â
[11:18 p.m.] [darling <3: yeahh, weâll probably head home after a few rounds, why?]Â [wons <3: jw. have fun darling]Â [darling <3: thx! ]
âI donât know about you guys, but Iâd rather we drink till I forget everything from midterms instead of talking about Wonwoo,â June pipes up, disrupting the silence that had enveloped your group.Â
As she calls for someone to bring more shots to your table, you quietly smile to yourself. Wonwoo usually was not one to text first, but itâs different now. Even if everyone else canât stand him, you canât help but feel the exact opposite.Â
Thereâs a hum of agreement, and everything becomes a blur after that. The constant flow of alcohol forces you to focus on whatâs in front of you. Wandering thoughts of Wonwoo are brought to a halt as you feel yourself slipping into a drunken state.Â
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âJun! My boyfriend is here!â June exclaims, practically walking sideways outside of Raval. Itâs deep into the night at this point and your friend decided that the best person to call was her boyfriend.Â
As she sways on the sidewalk, your two other friends hold you up in an attempt to keep you from falling face-first into the cement. Despite how late it was, there were still cars bustling past on the street. Junâs car idling as he tries his best to help his girlfriend into the passenger side.Â
The university town is still alive with students entering and exiting outside of the bars and restaurants as everyone celebrates the end of the week. You can only wish for Wonwoo to be here with you, but you knew he wasnât the type to go to bars this late, opting to stay up playing League on his computer instead.Â
âHey babe, if you want, you can call Wonwoo to come pick you up,â Lynne speaks to you soothingly, obviously not as intoxicated as you are. âYouâve been mumbling his name for like ten minutes now.âÂ
âWonwoo? Is he here?âÂ
âNo. But Iâm going to call him so he can get you,â she gives you a tight smile.
Pulling out your phone from her purse, and bringing the screen to your face. You widen your eyes, moving your head closer to the camera. A lopsided smile sneaks its way onto your lips as it unlocks.Â
âAre you sure this is a good idea? Sheâs fucking gone,â Leigh chastises his sister.Â
Lynne gives him an exasperated look, shrugging her shoulders. Her brother rolls his eyes in return, both defeated. They know they canât stop you from wanting Wonwoo, plus heâs the only one who knows the code to your apartment. Youâre too drunk to even unlock your phone, let alone press buttons on the keypad of your door lock.Â
Hell, you canât even stand without falling aimlessly to the ground.Â
âWonwoo? Itâs Lynne. Can you come to Raval?â you barely register your friend's voice, looking off into the distance. Hoping that Wonwoo would magically appear any second from now.Â
The call is dropped and they manoeuvre you onto the bench outside the entrance of the bar. Head flopping onto Leighâs shoulder, you close your eyes. Maybe the next time you open them, Wonwoo will be standing right in front of you.Â
What felt like seconds were actually ten minutes to your slightly more sober friends. Jun and June waiting diligently beside their car waiting for Wonwoo to finally arrive as the other two are constantly trying to keep you upright.Â
When they agreed to have a few more shots, they didnât expect you to take another five along with two more long islands. Regretful for their lack of heed, they had forgotten how much of a lightweight you are.Â
âOh! Fucking finally, I swear he drives like a Grandpa,â Leigh scoffs, seeing Wonwooâs car pull up behind Junâs.Â
âWhere is she?â Wonwoo's voice bellows, and itâs as if heâs near.Â
With your eyes still sealed shut, you mumble incoherently to Leigh, âItâs like heâs right here. Am I that drunk that Iâm imagining things?âÂ
âOh my god⌠take her home please,â Leigh doesnât answer your question and youâre slightly offended.Â
âHey!â you pout, finally opening your eyes as you feel someone tug you away from your source of heat.Â
Strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, a broad chest is the only thing within your line of sight.Â
âExcuse me! Iâm waiting for my Wonwoo to come and pick me up,â you squeak, slapping the chest of whoever is trying to take you away from your friends.Â
Thereâs a collective groan behind you.Â
âSheâs wasted.â Lynne sighs to her brother while he nods in agreement.
âYour Wonwoo?â A familiar voice has you stopping in your tracks.Â
Looking up at the once faceless person who was dragging you away, you find yourself face to face with the man you had been yearning for all night.Â
âWoah. You look just like him,â bemused with the stranger in front of you.Â
Squinting your eyes, your palm traces along his structured jaw. The tips of your finger poking at his cheek affirm your suspicions. He felt very real under your touch. Every line and freckle is scarily alike to your Wonwoo.Â
âLike who?âÂ
âMy Wonwoo.âÂ
The manâs chuckle vibrates deeply against your side. The same side where he has you pinned to his chest. A smug expression is plastered on his face as he watches you with intrigue.Â
âI believe thereâs only one Wonwoo,â he argues.Â
âI disagree,â you huff as he pats your head, ushering you to his car.
 Unsure of why youâre even following some random is beyond you at that moment. All you could think about is texting Wonwoo once youâre safely tucked into bed.Â
âThanks for giving me a call, she hasnât been answering her phone,â Wonwoo bids farewell to your friends as they start to pile into Junâs car.Â
âAt least you can see why she hasnât been texting you back. We mightâve given her too much to drink,â Lynne shakes her head as she chuckles at your drunken state.Â
âIf my opinion matters, I think I had the perfect amount,â you butt in, wanting your friends to know that you can still kind of register what theyâre saying.Â
âRightâŚâ Leigh speaks up. âAnyway, weâre going to leave now that youâre here. Make sure she gets home safe!âÂ
âWill do,â Wonwoo promises, waving them off as Jun drives away.Â
Glowering, you take a second look at him. How weird is it that a Wonwoo look-alike exists? Â
The street lights that line the sidewalk cause your vision to go in and out periodically. If you didnât know any better, you wouldâve thought that the man in front of you was the real deal. But you did know better, and you wouldâve recognized your Wonwoo from a mile away.Â
âI think itâs time that we get you home,â Wonwoo smirks down at you, reaffirming the grip he has on your waist.Â
âHow do you know where I live?â You interrogate him, finding it weird that this man would have your address in the first place.Â
âThatâs a secret that will be revealed later, darling,â He teases, opening the door to his car so you can take a seat.Â
Once heâs on the driver's side, Wonwoo adjusts your seatbelt so itâs not uncomfortable during the ride. The warmth of his arm brings you to snuggle against it, looking up at him with a coy smile.Â
âYou know, for a fake Wonwoo, youâre pretty cute.âÂ
âFake Wonwoo?âÂ
âYeah, real Wonwoo wouldnât come all this way just to pick me up,â you sigh, pulling away from his warmth to stare out the window dramatically.Â
âI think he would.âÂ
Laughing at his statement you roll your eyes. The person in front of you didnât know your best friend like you did.Â
âHow would you know?â You bite back. If anyone could win the âI know Wonwoo more than youâ contest, it's you.Â
âThatâs also a secret.âÂ
Slouching back into your seat you huff out a breath of air once again, âWhy do you have to have so many secrets?âÂ
âBecause.âÂ
âItâs a secret?â you counter. You had a feeling that would be his answer anyway.Â
âSee? Youâre finally getting it,â he gives you a cheesy smile, pinching your cheek.Â
Slapping his hand away, youâre offended at how endeared he is with you. The only thing on your mind was the softness of your comforter and the warm mint tea that you knew you were going to have later.Â
âJust take me home,â you sneer, shifting your whole body away from the driverâs side. Thighs pressed against the door, your brattiness starting to peek through your insobriety.Â
âHey, hey, donât be like that,â Wonwoo pouts, lip jutting out as his eyes sparkle under the city lights.Â
You donât budge, body firmly pressed against the plastic of the car door. Arms crossed as you feign annoyance at him.Â
âYou know, I get really scared driving at night. I think I need you to hold my hand.âÂ
With a sense of reluctance, you offer your hand to him. Unsure of what has you agreeing to his request, you canât say no to someone so handsome. Wonwoo interlaces his fingers with yours, and it surprises you how well your palm fits into his, allowing him to rest your intertwined hands on your lap. Â
The ride back to your apartment is peaceful for the most part. The wistful city lights calm the drumming beat of your heart. Everything moves past in a blur; you canât help but admire the cars driving past, time slowing down with the music lulling through the radio speakers.Â
Serenity is the best way to describe the time you spend sitting next to Wonwoo on the drive towards your place.Â
âI wonder if the real Wonwoo is thinking about me right now,â you mumble, still staring out the window.Â
Wonwooâs hand still entwined with yours, he hums along with the music, the other one on the steering wheel. Initially, you thought he didnât hear what you had said, but he ended up replying to you.Â
âI know he is.âÂ
Turning in your seat, you look at him, analyzing his side profile as he stares ahead. Thereâs yet another frown that settles into the fine line of your face, how could he possibly know whether or not Wonwoo is thinking about you?Â
âYou donât know that,â you speak with a sour tone.Â
âI do though,â he counters with a glance towards you.Â
âHow?âÂ
Disgruntled at his amusement, you know heâs just going to say itâs another one of his secrets, which youâre starting to get sick and tired of. Why canât he just tell you? Itâs not like youâll see him after today.Â
âNevermind. Youâre just going to say itâs a secret,â you grumble but still hold onto his hand.Â
For whatever reason, you become engrossed in the view of your hands linked together. His slender fingers and clean nails had you intrigued. You had a feeling that you looked silly just staring at his hand in yours, but there was no helping it.Â
Fake Wonwoo has nice hands.Â
âYou have pretty hands,â you tell him, no filter left within you due to your lack of sobriety.Â
âThank you,â he grins, tightening his grasp on you.Â
The drive felt longer than youâre used to, but you decided to blame everything on the alcohol.Â
âAre we almost there yet?âÂ
âYes darling, just a few more minutes,â he answers you, rubbing small circles on the side of your thumb.
Another five minutes felt more like a year, but you couldnât complain. Your seat was comfortable, the heater was at the right temperature and Wonwooâs hold brought you solace.Â
âWeâre here. Iâm gonna help you out okay? So just sit pretty and Iâll get you,â Wonwoo explains, and your cheeks burn from his indirect compliment.Â
âOkay.âÂ
A few seconds pass and the door opens, his tall figure slouching down to grab you by your waist. He circles behind your back before leaning over to undo the seatbelt. It was almost too affectionate for a stranger, but something inside you had you leaning your head against his shoulder.Â
âDonât worry about walking. Iâll carry you.âÂ
You donât respond to him, instead, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and hold onto him even tighter. Breathing in his cologne, you smell the familiar scent of Wonwooâs cologne. Your olfactory senses take in the aroma of rose and pear.Â
Lazy Sunday Morning. It was your favourite out of all the perfumes he owns.Â
Closing your eyes, you allow Wonwoo to carry you inside your apartment. The sound of buttons beeping at the front of the entrance, and the warmth of his body, almost entranced you into a slumber. But you didnât want the fantasy to end, you didnât want this version of Wonwoo to slip out of your grasp.Â
Nose nuzzling into the dip between his neck and shoulder, you make yourself comfortable as he stands inside the elevator, you in his arms, waiting to ascend to your floor.
The beeping sound returns as Wonwoo opens the front door that leads to your home. Thereâs a sense of wonder: Would this be what it would be like if Wonwoo were finally yours?Â
Would he carry you to bed when you were too tired to stand? Hold your hand in his during every car ride? The thought of those things happening seemed like it would only be possible in some made-up faraway land.Â
âDarling, weâre home,â Wonwooâs baritone voice brings you out of your half-awake dream.Â
Weâre home. How bittersweet it sounds coming from the lips of someone who isnât yours.Â
âThank you.âÂ
âAnything for you.âÂ
The mattress sinks a tad as you feel yourself being placed into the warmth of your comforter. Your arms donât let go of your hold on Wonwooâs shoulders. As you stare into his eyes, the dim lighting of your bedside lamp aids in resurfacing a sense of clarity within you.Â
âWill you finally tell me your secrets?â You whisper, even though there is no reason to.Â
âOnly if you tell me yours.âÂ
There's a pause. No one dares to speak as you two continue to look at each other in silence. All that is left unspoken can be seen through his eyes, you wanted to ask. Every particle inside you just wanted to know whether there was a chance he felt the same way you did.Â
âCome and lay beside me?â You request, tone laced with reticence.Â
âAnything for you,â he repeats once again.Â
Lowering his body onto yours, arms still circling his shoulders, he shifts a little so that your hands are still on him. The two of you face each other while the atmosphere is left unwavering.Â
What you thought would be better left unsaid takes permanent residence at the forefront of your mind. Why do you want to tell this version of Wonwoo your deepest most kept secrets all of a sudden?Â
Perhaps you thought that if you admitted anything now, itâll be forgotten in the morning. It was safe with this fantasy Wonwoo who had no real attachment to the one who lives in your reality. But the effects of all those shots have started to wear off, and youâre left with a very real version of the person youâre irrevocably in love with.Â
âYou have to go first,â you speak in a hushed tone.Â
Wonwooâs arms grip your waist tighter, pulling you into his chest. The arms that are linked behind his neck do the same, holding him taut against you. You donât want him to leave. You donât want this form of Wonwoo to disappear before your eyes.Â
âWell, I didnât think it would take you this long to realize but, I am the real Wonwoo,â his chuckle is deep, the glint of amusement sparkling in his eyes.Â
âI think I did. I just didnât want this dream to end,â you smile bitterly.Â
âBut itâs not a dream? Iâm here with you, and Iâm very real.âÂ
Burying your face into his sweater, you sigh harshly. This is where it ends.Â
âIâm sorry. It was probably such a nuisance having to pick me up just for me to spew out nonsense in return,â Youâre embarrassed, hiding your face even further into his chest.Â
âWill you please look at me?â Wonwoo asks, his voice low, âYouâll never be a nuisance to me.âÂ
 His hand comes up to your head, fingers carding down your hair. Staring deeply into your eyes, you can feel his sincerity. The breath in your throat is caught and youâre unable to conjure up a reply.Â
âI know that old version of me is stuck in your mind, but I donât want to be like that anymore. Iâm willing to pick you up, no matter the distance. I wish you knew that sooner,â he vows, eyebrows scrunching as he tries to convey his feelings to you.Â
âIâll tell you my secret since you told me yours. I donât think I would be able to say this while Iâm sober,â you begin to lay your heart out bare for him.Â
Taking a moment to think about how you want to word your confession, you grasp the hand thatâs cradling your head. Intertwining your fingers with his once again, you stare at Wonwoo like heâs the answer to all your problems.Â
The siren-like voice that sings within your heart is finally able to release itself from the prison your brain had placed it in. All youâve wanted from Wonwoo was for him to love you, and on the off chance he feels the same way, then youâre willing to take the plunge into the deep waters of the unknown.Â
âI donât know if you remember me telling you, that time during our fight. I wasâI am in love with you. I know you donât feel the same way, I understand, but I donât think I can be friends with you after this.âÂ
âReal or fake, whatever you are or whatever this moment is. Iâm still in love with you. I hate that I canât tell you this without feeling scared or ashamed. Iâve loved you since the moment you came into class with your big nerdy glasses. Iâve loved you since you came back for a senior year when you had everyoneâs attention on you. And Iâve loved you even when you were in love with someone else.âÂ
Taking a breath, you stop your tangent for a moment before beginning again.Â
âIâve loved you during everything weâve been through together. Even when I chose to ignore you, I woke up every morning with you still on my mind. It was hard, and I donât know why I couldnât let go of my feelings for you but a part of me was always hoping that one day you would feel the same way.â Â
Itâs done. There was nothing you could do to backtrack on your words. No time machine to take away your confession and erase it from his memory. Your heart felt free for the first time in years, and the weight on your shoulders lightened exponentially.Â
Wonwoo doesnât dare speak, and your pulse quickens from his prolonged silence. The mere seconds that passed felt like an eternity, and that was enough to bring you out of your drunken state.Â
âWill you still love me tomorrow? When it's morning, and youâre sober. Will I still be the one you love?â Wonwoo's voice is timbre, barely loud enough to hear over your beating heart.Â
âYes. Even when you werenât around. Even when you werenât available, I still loved you,â you admit to him.Â
The fingers that were laced with yours move to your jaw, Wonwooâs palm tracing every outline of your face. The rough skin from his thumb contrasts the softness of your cheek. Memorizing every line and wrinkle, he continues to caress you, as if he was communicating with his touch.Â
âIf you didnât want me tomorrow, youâd still be the person I wake up thinking about. I hated not knowing whether you meant what you said,â he pauses, clarifying his jumble of words, âthe night we fought, I mean. Because I heard you, even when I was blinded with jealousy and anger. I had hoped you meant what you confessed to me that night.âÂ
The sinking feeling in your stomach doesnât subside. There hadnât been a day in all the years youâve known your best friend where you thought you would hear him reciprocate the feelings you were holding deep down inside you.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is that Iâm in love with you. Iâm sorry it took so long for me to realize that it was you all along. I donât know why I never admitted it to myself, but youâve been in front of me this whole time.âÂ
The pad of Wonwooâs thumb shadows over your bottom lip, your breath hitching under his touch. With soft eyes and an even softer touch, Wonwoo couldnât take his hands off you. There was no lewd denotation behind his actions, just wanting to feel his skin against yours.Â
âI feel so much regret because you were always the one person I truly wanted and I never acted on those instincts,â Wonwoo confided, the weight of his words seeping into you with a profound sense of awareness.Â
âIâm yours, Wonwoo. That will never change,â you speak frankly.Â
âJust promise me youâll love me tomorrow too,â he chokes out.Â
âIâll love you even if there is no tomorrow.âÂ
chapter two, the first day of junior year.Â
Before the age of sixteen, everything was a blur. Your routine was mundane, with average grades, average parents, and an even more average love life. Before the age of sixteen, there were no particular moments in all your years worth noting. It wasnât until you met Wonwoo on the first day of eleventh grade.Â
Once you laid your eyes on him, you saw the potential of a new friendship. However, your teenage self didnât realize how deep-rooted Wonwoo would become in your life from that day forward.Â
âHi! Itâs nice to meet you. Wonwoo right?â You greeted, your figure looming over Wonwoo who was sitting at the picnic table in the school's courtyard.Â
The September sun shone bright, blinding Wonwoo as he placed a hand over his eyes to get a better look at the stranger in front of him.Â
You explicitly remembered him eating lunch alone while playing Super Smash Bros on his Nintendo Switch. His black hair was long and covered his forehead, glasses were thick and large-framed. Wonwoo was a breath of fresh air from the other boys at your school. Unlike the rest of them, he was more reserved and didnât talk much. His silence intrigued you.Â
âHi?â he replied as a confused frown graced his lips before he returned to his game.
Deciding to ignore his introverted personality, you introduce yourself. You take out your lunch box, unveiling the spam musubi you prepared the night before.Â
âDo you mind if I join you?â you ask him even though youâve already begun unpacking the food from your bag.Â
âWell, I guess itâs okay,â he shrugged, interested in everything but the person sitting beside him.Â
Peering closer at his screen, you watched with intent. The two characters fighting on a floating stage, Wonwoo spamming buttons with expertise. Youâve played Super Smash Bros before, but you werenât as good as him.Â
âAre you playing Smash Bros? Youâre really good,â you mumbled, taking a bite of your food.Â
âThanks.âÂ
Miffed by his lack of speech, you continued to watch him play, his triangle kimbap left ignored as he focused on winning.Â
âYou can do multiplayer with this right? Can I play too?â you asked him, observing his gameplay over his shoulder.Â
He shoots you a quirked eyebrow before returning his attention to his screen. Three to zero. You found Wonwoo to be an expert compared to your novice skills.Â
âYou know how to play?â Wonwoo stared at you in disbelief.Â
âDuh! Sometimes Seokmin brings his switch for spare period. I only play Cloud or Bayonetta though,â you explained.Â
Wonwoo looked impressed with your knowledge of the characters. He shrugged his shoulders before setting up his switch into a two-player mode. Handing you the red switch controller, you shook your head in refusal.Â
âNope. I can only play with the blue controller.âÂ
âHuh? How does that even make sense?â He scoffed but gave you the blue one anyway.Â
Taking the controller from his hands, you gave him a grateful smile.Â
âBlue is my favourite colour,â you told him, bumping your shoulder with his.Â
Wonwoo is confused by your outward personality, unsure of how to react to you being so comfortable with someone you had just met, but he didnât complain. It was his first day at a new school and it wouldnât be so bad making a new friend as soon as possible.Â
The player screen lit up and you quickly decided on Cloud, while Wonwoo opted to play Kirby. Smart, you thought. If played correctly, Kirby can easily absorb the abilities of his opponents.Â
With a randomly chosen stage, the game commenced. It didnât take long for Wonwoo to win. He was more experienced than you were, but you had fun nonetheless.Â
âYouâre terrible at this,â He chuckles, looking at you with a cat-like smile.Â
The smitten grin on your face was difficult to hide as you stared back into his eyes. Something shifted in you that day, and it marked the first time you saw Wonwoo in a romantic light. Call it cliche for falling for him so quickly, but you couldnât help it, you were only human after all.Â
âI never said I was good,â you shrugged, feigning innocence.Â
âI guess youâre right.âÂ
âCan we play again tomorrow?âÂ
âSure,â Wonwoo nodded his head, placing down his switch to get back to his food.Â
Enraptured by him from that moment on, you found yourself hopelessly wishing to become closer to Wonwoo. If there was one sure thing about you, it was persistence. From that day forward, you didnât leave Wonwooâs side, spending your lunch under the autumn sun and playing games on his switch.Â
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october of junior year.Â
[10:00 p.m] [you: did you finish ur hw? :D] [wonwoo: yes. did u?] [you: nope :( it was hurting my brain so im watching nana] [wonwoo: nana?] [wonwoo: never heard of it] [you: omgâŚ] [you: itâs the best anime ever!!] [wonwoo: i didnât know u liked anime] [you: uve got a lot to learn abt me wons] [wonwoo: wons?] [you: my nickname for u obvs hehe] [*you changed wonwooâs nickname to wons*] [wons: ok] [you: u should watch it. It WILL change your life] [wons: ok, maybe later. gotta go to bed. see u tmrw] [you: ok grandpa :p see u tmrw!!] [you: bring ur switch!] [wons: sure. bye.]Â
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âWonwoo! Wait up for me,â you hollered, waving your hand in the air even though his back was facing towards you.Â
Turning around, Wonwoo stared blankly as you ran up to him. Halting his steps, he waited for you to catch up. The backpack you were wearing flops up and down as you picked up your speed.Â
The weather was colder now, and the leaves morphed into deeper shades of yellow and red. Wind whistling as you finally reached where he stood, you gave him a bright smile, so bright that it offset the gloomy sky.Â
âMorning,â he greeted you.Â
Air knocked out of your chest, and you folded over with your hands on your knees, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. Wonwoo grasped your elbow to help, but this didnât help your already out-of-breath state. His touch caused sparks to erupt under your skin. Luckily, the commotion caused by your run concealed your nerves.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me we lived on the same street?â you heaved while Wonwoo used his grip to help you stand straight.
âHow was I supposed to know?â he rebutted.Â
Rolling your eyes at him, you knew he was right. But if you had known sooner, you couldâve spent your previous mornings walking with him to school.Â
âCan we walk to school together from now on then?â you batted your eyelashes at him, shooting him a sweet smile.Â
âI donât mind,â he shrugged his shoulders again.Â
Youâve found Wonwoo to be quite nonchalant, his reactions never more than a distant stare, a chuckle, or a shoulder shrug, no in between. Wonwooâs lack of care for anything and everything is what endeared you the most. Despite his standoffish personality, you knew there was more to him deep down. He didnât talk much, but his actions spoke louder than his words did.Â
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november of junior year.
Thanks to your English teacher, Mr. Park, you and Wonwoo have been paired up for your biology project. Not only did that mean you would get to spend more time with Wonwoo but it also meant you secured a good grade for the assignment.Â
Science in general has never been your strong suit, but whenever you asked Wonwoo to explain the concepts to you, everything somehow made sense.Â
The walk to his house was nerve-wracking. It was the first time going over to a boyâs place, and the fact that it was Wonwoo made you even more anxious. He didnât talk much about his family unless you asked. The only thing you knew was that he had an older brother named Seongho.Â
âMa! Iâm home,â Wonwoo greeted his mother, and you're taken aback by how loud his voice got.Â
Due to his introverted personality, Wonwoo didnât talk at school unless spoken to, and it was exciting to finally see him in a setting where he was comfortable.Â
His mom poked her head out from the kitchen and gave you both a warm smile. Patting her hands off the apron, she immediately pulled you into a hug. She smelt like lavender and vanilla, giving off a homey aroma.Â
âWonwoo! You didnât tell me you got a girlfriend,â she exclaimed, pinching her sonâs cheek.Â
Wonwoos's face flared red, and he retracted from his mother's touch. âSheâs not my girlfriend. We have a project to work on.âÂ
âOops! Sorry. You two had better get to work then. Iâll call you when the food is ready. Youâll stay for dinner, right dear?â She beamed down at you.Â
âIf you and Wonwoo donât mind, then I can,â you grinned at her while Wonwoo was urging you upstairs.Â
âOf course, I donât mind. Itâs nice to see my little Wonwoo making friends at his new school,â she cooed at her son, which had him rolling his eyes.Â
âMom, Iâm sixteen,â Wonwoo groaned, discreetly stepping towards the direction of his room.Â
âThanks, Mrs. Jeon!â you responded as Wonwoo dragged you by the wrist, hauling you along with him.Â
His fingers are wrapped around your forearm, trying to get you away from his Mom as fast as he could.Â
The moment you stepped into his room, you found it cleaner than an average teenage boyâs would be. Your eyes panned over his space, spotting the gaming pc in the corner. Marvelling at the RGB lighting, you gasped at the clicky-ness of the keyboard.Â
âWoah⌠this is so cool!â you gushed, tapping random keys to feel the switches underneath.Â
âI guess,â Wonwoo muttered, shutting the door behind him.Â
The closed door muffled any sound from outside his room, and you were left alone with Wonwoo and the silence he brought along with him.Â
âYour mom is really nice,â you chirped.Â
Wonwoo responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Classic. Instead of saying anything more, he took the poster board out of his bag and placed it on his bed.Â
âWe should get started,â Wonwoo said firmly.Â
You could only sigh at how serious he was about school. Of course, you knew the importance of diligence when it comes to projects and assignments, but you felt that this was the perfect time to learn more about your new friend.Â
Sitting beside him on his bed, you crossed your legs and took the large biology textbook out of the bag alongside your laptop.Â
âInherited genes and Sickle-cell anemia, sounds boring,â you huffed.Â
Wonwoo ignored your statement and grabbed the textbook from you to look up information that would help with your project.Â
âDonât you think weâre working on this too early? We have likeâŚtwo weeks,â you whined.Â
âThe sooner we get this over with the better,â he nipped, flipping the pages without a single glance over at you.Â
The brightness of your laptop illuminated Wonwooâs dim room. Aside from the computer and his bedside lamp, the rest of his lights were off. Opening up the doc, you couldnât help but sneak glances over at him.Â
Wonwoo fixed his glasses, pushing the frames up his tall nose. You couldnât stop yourself from staring. There was something about him that made him undeniably handsome, your teenage brain couldnât comprehend it.Â
âYâknow Mr. Park is pretty chill. We donât have to do this all in one night.âÂ
âI know,â Wonwoo muttered, still reading the textbook, looking for information to cite for your project.Â
Wonwoo could feel your eyes focused on him, but he ignored them, pretending to read the words on the page instead. Wonwoo didnât mind that you had a habit of staring at him, but he didnât know how to spark conversation. You were quite talkative, so he decided that it was better for you to take the lead.Â
Putting up with his adamance, the two of you worked on your project for a good hour before you decided that the words "sickle cell" and "genes" were hurting your eyes.Â
âCan we take a break, it feels like my brain is going to pop out of my skull,â you sighed, flopping against his mattress.Â
Wonwoo shot you a scolding expression but gave in to your wishes. And like a lightbulb had gone off in your head, you quickly got back up. Furiously typing on your laptop, you go onto the illegal site where you had NANA bookmarked.Â
âHow about we watch an episode? You havenât started it yet right?â you enquired, looking at him with the biggest grin on your face.Â
âI havenât, no,â he answered you.Â
With a squeal, you clicked on the first episode while making yourself comfortable. Wonwoo moved next to you, and excitement coursed through your veins. His warmth radiated off him, and the feeling of him sitting so close made butterflies erupt within you.Â
Despite Wonwooâs reluctance to take a break from schoolwork, you found him genuinely interested in the show. Nothing could compare to the feeling of sitting in silence with him, just enjoying his presence as NANA played on your laptop.Â
For the rest of your self-declared break, you and Wonwoo got through the first two episodes.Â
There was a part of you that wondered if he could hear how fast your heart was racing, being that close to him. But you felt daring in that moment, allowing yourself to rest your head against his shoulder. Wonwoo stiffened slightly at your proximity but didnât budge. If anything, he relaxed further. So you stayed in that position, if he could hear your thumping pulse, you didnât care.Â
âWell, what do you think?â you looked up at him, curious about his first impression.Â
âItâs good. Nana seems very naive though,â he disclosed, pushing his glasses up once again.Â
âHmm, interesting. The plot gets better the more you watch, so I hope youâll give it a chance,â you gave him a shy smile which he returned.Â
Any other person probably wouldâve refused to watch this show with you. Knowing Wonwoo, he was more into shounen than shoujo or slice of life. Yet, he spent an hour watching an anime that was out of his usual genre. It made you feel safe. Safe enough to talk about your interests without worrying whether or not heâd find you bothersome.Â
âSure. I think I liked it enough to watch on my own,â he admitted.Â
âWait. Really?â you gasped, shocked that he enjoyed it.Â
âYeah. At least then we have more to talk about,â he specified.
The smile on your face broadened, and you leaned into him even more as you both stared ahead, starting the third episode. Once again, he didnât stop you. Instead, Wonwoo wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him.Â
âYouâre a good friend Wons,â you confirmed.Â
âAnd youâre my only friend,â he confessed, patting your shoulder.Â
âDon't worry. Iâll always be your friend,â you mumbled before staring deeply into his eyes.Â
Wonwoo chuckled at your words, nodding his head in agreement.Â
âI feel like I should be the one saying that,â he mused, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.Â
âItâs okay. Iâm glad I decided to sit next to you on the first day of school,â you laughed, reminiscing about that warm September day.Â
âIâm glad too.âÂ
After that day, Wonwoo had become more comfortable with talking to you about the things he didnât share with others. He made you feel special. Although you had close friends like Seokmin and Mingyu during your first two years in high school, there were parts about yourself that you knew you couldnât unveil to them.Â
It wasnât that they were judgmental or bad friends; Wonwoo just brought out something different in you. Although it took a while to break him out of his shell, he continued to reveal more about himself the more time you spent with him.Â
The closeness that you two shared that night in his bedroom, watching NANA on your laptop sparked a flame inside you. Wonwoo took over every crevice of your mind, his scent, his touch, even if it was a mere hand on your shoulders, you didnât want to go a day without him. Life was meaningless before you met Wonwoo, a blur of memories you couldnât pinpoint. Now that he was with you, you didnât want to ever go back to a time when he was not by your side.Â
chapter three, present time.Â
Sunlight pours through your curtains, hitting your eyes with a blinding sheen. The ache of last night's decisions trickles down your head and into the tense muscles of your shoulders. You can only curse your past self for drinking way more than your limit allows.Â
Whatever had happened last night felt straight out of a movie, especially because it had caused you to dream about Wonwoo finally being yours. As you recollect the memories of yesterday, the pang in your heart intensifies.Â
The oddly vivid visions of you and Wonwoo cuddling under blankets leave a bitter taste in your mouth. It felt so real you could almost smell the faint lingering scent of his cologne on your sheets. But alas, it was just another drunken fantasy you wish you could live in.Â
âIâll love you even if there is no tomorrow.â
You almost scoff at how cheesy you sounded in your dream. What kind of fool speaks this articulate after countless shots of tequila?Â
The sounds of pots clanging brings you out of your thoughts, and you practically jump off your mattress and run to the entrance of your room. Placing an ear against the thick wood, you listen carefully for signs of an intruder. Thereâs a grunt that resounds through your apartment and has sirens blaring in your mind. You mustâve been very drunk last night, and stupid enough to leave your door unlocked.Â
There was nothing in your bedroom that could be of use to you in a situation like this. Except for the dildo that June gifted you for your birthday last year. With a defeated sigh, you decided that it was needed during this life-or-death situation. Opening up your drawer you carefully take out the pink sparkly dildo that was still left in its packaging, gripping it tightly as you burst through the door.Â
Screaming, you lunge towards the intruderâs large frame with your eyes shut tight, smacking him repeatedly with the phallic piece of plastic.Â
âGet out! You freak! Get out!â You shriek, hitting his back with a large thump.Â
The intruder groans in pain, the sound of his discomfort all too familiar. Halting your assault on his naked back, you open your eyes. Only for your sight to befall an extremely muscular and shirtless Wonwoo.Â
âOw! What the fuck?â Wonwoo grunts, turning around to see your smaller frame gripping a bright pink dildo.Â
His eyes widen with recognition, adjusting his glasses, he chuckles at you and your dishevelled state. The sex toy in your hand falls to the ground as you stare at him with an expression filled with not only pure shock but horror.Â
Never in your life did you think that Wonwoo would be the one standing shirtless in your kitchen. The idea of someone breaking into your house seems more plausible than whatever is happening before your eyes right now.Â
âIâm tryna make you breakfast, and this is how you repay me?â Wonwoo laughs, grabbing the toy from your kitchen floor and placing it down on the counter.Â
âI-Uhm. Itâs a gift! Yeah,â you stutter, âJune gave me it last year as a gift. Itâs unused, I promise.âÂ
Wonwoo quirks an eyebrow at you, stepping forward, crowding you with his large chest. The counter hits your back and you find yourself caged between the granite and Wonwooâs naked upper half.Â
âSo you used it to hit me instead?â Wonwoo deducts, his palms gripping the counter so you have nowhere left to run.Â
Despite the awkward situation you put yourself in, your mind is elsewhere now that Wonwoo has you in his hold. The words that you want to come out of your mouth are clogged with Wonwooâs bare chest, the only thing youâre able to focus on.Â
âW-well, I thought you were breaking in so,â you start but Wonwoo cuts you off.Â
âDo you not remember what happened last night, darling?â He asks you, and the breath in your throat is caught.Â
âLast night? I-I thought that was a dream,â you mutter, still staring deeply into his eyes.Â
Sighing, Wonwoo pushes the loose strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. His thumb moves languidly against your skin while you lean into his touch even more.Â
âNo. It wasnât a dream. I told you I loved you last night and I meant it,â he clarifies, earnest with his confession.Â
âI love you too,â the words spill out of your mouth effortlessly, like you were meant to tell him all along.Â
Grinning down at you, Wonwoo places a gentle kiss on your lips. His large hands cupping your face as he does so.Â
Pulling back he smiles at you once again, satisfied with the one little peck that he had given you. But you canât help but pout. You wanted more from him, but there was a lot to address than just the feelings you two shared last night.Â
Like the dildo suctioned to your counter, for example.Â
âWhy are you shirtless?â you ask, starting with the first thing in front of you.Â
âBecause darling, youâre wearing my shirt,â answering nonchalantly as he turns back to hand you a plate of eggs and bacon.Â
Oh, right. You look down at the white shirt thatâs draped over your frame. Dumbfounded, you mumble a quick thanks before nibbling on the food he gave you.Â
Wonwoo grips your hand, pulling you to sit down on the couch with him. You werenât sure what else to say, opting to focus on the food in front of you instead. If there was something Wonwoo wanted to mention, you gave him the time to do so.Â
âYou probably donât remember me helping you get ready for bed. You were kinda out of it once we got home,â he explains.Â
With your legs crossed on the sofa, you nod, processing the information before waiting for him to continue.Â
Wiping the corner of your mouth, Wonwooâs lips are upturned into a fond smile. Your cheeks grow hot as he continues to stare.Â
âWhatever happened last night wasnât a dream. I do love you, I mean it. I want to be yours if youâll give me a chance,â he professes.Â
All while youâre sitting there eating strips of bacon and a couple of eggs. You had been mistaken to think that last night was some fever dream because this moment is more fitting.Â
For anyone else, eating while Wonwoo is admitting his love for you would be odd, and out of the ordinary. But this felt natural somehow like a different version of you in some other universe has already experienced it.Â
âI just want to be yours, Wonwoo.â you sigh, placing your plate on the coffee table.Â
Inching closer to him, you place yourself on his lap, your hands circling his broad shoulders. Your head makes itself at home in the dip between his shoulder and neck as you breathe in his cologne.Â
Lazy Sunday Morning. Your favourite.Â
âIâve always just wanted to be yours,â your voice is meek, muffled from hiding your face against his skin.Â
Wonwooâs hand rubs up and down the expanse of your back, and you relax under his touch. Completely disarmed under the daze of your subsiding headache and the steady inhale and exhale of his breath.Â
Nothing else in the world matters to you when youâre in his hold. Outside disruptions are muted, the only thing that can be heard is your heart pounding within the confines of your chest.Â
Pulling back from where your head was resting, you drink in Wonwooâs every feature. The ones that youâve memorized and the ones youâve missed from never being this close to him. You want to know all of him, want to feel and see all of him.Â
With the most delicate of motions, you place your lips over his. Thereâs a ruggedness to his skin, yet he feels so gentle against you all at the same time. The softness of love that youâve never experienced before. There havenât been many instances where youâve got to kiss someone so deeply, yet itâs the least of your worries. All that matters to you now is Wonwoo.Â
He tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him, which almost seemed impossible. But he makes it happen anyway, clutching onto you like his life depended on it.Â
âWonwoo.â Pulling away, you whimper breathlessly, wanting more and more of him.Â
The sweet sounds that erupt from you cause a groan to leave his throat, crashing his lips against yours once again. The tenderness that was evident before is overtaken by the heat of lust. Like tides to an ocean, Wonwoo kisses you with full force, and you donât care if you can barely breathe or if your heart is suddenly going into overdrive. Youâd rather suffocate in his grasp than go another minute without him all over you.Â
âYouâre fucking perfect, darling,â Wonwoo whispers in your ear, his lips trailing down your cheek and down to your neck.Â
Your head lolls with pleasure, feeling him press hot kisses against your scorching skin. Tiny licks here and there that force your eyes to roll back, you find purchase in his black locks, tugging at them in an attempt to ground yourself.Â
âBe my girlfriend. Be mine, please,â Wonwoo speaks in hushed tones, his lips searing against the shell of your ear.Â
You moan out, nodding your head as his hand moves down to squeeze the meat of your ass. He pulls you right onto his hardening length, your sleep shorts leaving nothing up to the imagination. The hands he has placed on your bottom forces you to drag your hips back and forth against his clothed dick.Â
âYes, I want it so bad. I wanna be yours, forever,â you sigh, mustering up enough brainpower to answer him.
Before you two could get any further the shrill of a ringtone brings you out of your lustful state. Wonwoo refuses to let you go, instead, he keeps you firmly on his lap while he answers the phone.Â
You canât help but giggle at how frustrated he looks. Eyebrows furrowed with a disappointed frown on his swollen lips. Heâs still hard against you, and the thought of teasing him while heâs speaking to someone over the phone seems like a brilliant idea.Â
âWhat do you want, Jeonghan?â Wonwoo grumbles, his hand moving under your shorts to squeeze you properly.Â
While his hand massages into the fat, you kiss up his neck while rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. His voice becomes strained, attempting to cover up the sounds of pleasure heâs emitting with a cough.Â
âWhat? You had to call me just for that?â Wonwoo seethes, yet he continues to play with your ass as he takes his call. As if youâre some type of stress ball to relieve his vexation.Â
âNo. Sheâs right beside me,â he mumbles and you perk up now that his attention is back on you.Â
Grabbing the phone that heâs holding, you greet Jeonghan through the speaker.Â
âHi Hannie!âÂ
âHi, beautiful. Are you down to go to my place tonight? Everyoneâs coming over,â Jeonghan explains, his voice like honey.Â
Wonwoo rolls his eyes at the pet names, clearly unamused by his friend's flirty personality. Without a second to waste, he dives into the skin at the base of your neck, trickling down to your exposed shoulder where the collar of his shirt fails to cover.Â
âO-of course! Weâll see you later, okay?â you stutter, unable to focus with Wonwoo all over you.Â
âGot it! Donât be late, love you!â He says his goodbyes before hanging up.Â
âLove you too!â
Wonwoo stops in his tracks, his eyes piercing into yours, deadly and swirling with desire. The phone in your hand is discarded somewhere on the floor before he grabs your face, pinching you with his thumb and index finger.Â
âYouâve got a lot of nerve baby, teasing me like that. Telling Jeonghan you love him,â Wonwoo spits, but there's amusement behind his serious tone.Â
âMâsorry, Iâll make it up to you later, okay? I want to get ready for Jeonghanâs thing,â you smile at him cheekily as you release yourself from his hold.Â
âOh Iâm sure you will,â he huffs, but lets you go anyway.
Acting unaffected, you get up from his lap, running to the bathroom to start a shower while you leave Wonwoo hot and bothered on the couch. You canât help but giggle to yourself, excited for whatever awaits you later on.Â
The pain and undeniable suffering you had gone through seemed like a memory of the past. The years of yearning for your best friend are nothing but another fever dream. At least you wish it was all a dream, but now that you have Wonwoo in this reality, you donât want to let him go.Â
It's almost laughable how quickly things can change overnight, it felt like yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep over Wonwoo not reciprocating your feelings, and now you have him shirtless on the couch after a very hot make-out session.Â
This must be what your heart was telling you all along. This must be what was beyond the dark water of the unknown. Youâre thankful you took the plunge because the risk of unveiling your true feelings has given you something undeniably saccharine in return.Â
Kiss it Better.Â
chapter one.
When Wonwoo met you for the first time, he couldnât help but find you annoying. You had a habit of sticking to his side when he chose to spend time alone, but in hindsight, it brought him more joy than annoyance.Â
He had always been a shy kid and preferred to sit alone at lunch playing games or reading. But when you came into his life, he realized that some company isnât so bad after all.Â
Now that heâs older, and the two of you have grown together, he wouldnât replace your presence for anyone else. There was something about your personality that made him feel comfortable. It wasnât long before Wonwoo found a home within you, from your bright smile to your incessant need to play Super Smash Bros each lunch period. Heâs thankful he had decided to let the walls he built up come down for the sake of your friendship.
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It wasnât long before the two of you arrived at Jeonghanâs apartment. The door was left unlocked for others to come and go as they pleased. Music was blasting from his surround-sound speakers. Wonwoo wasnât sure how his friend was able to get away from noise complaints, but he decided that it wasnât any of his business.Â
The only thing he was looking forward to was the look on Seokminâs face once he saw that you were finally his.Â
Wonwoo didnât care that it was selfish of him to arrive with you draped on his arm; he wanted everyone to know that you were off limits. He simply couldnât wait to see the reactions that would erupt from his friends once he disclosed that heâd claimed his mark on you.Â
âWonwoo!â Jeonghan calls out for him, standing by the island pouring drinks for him and Seungcheol.Â
His attention diverges, stalking over to his friends with your hand clasped in his. The small action doesnât go unnoticed as he watches Jeonghan briefly glance over to your intertwined hands.Â
The pride brewing in his chest swells, you look irresistible and he knows what awaits him later on when you two get home. But he can indulge in his fantasy later, for now, heâll settle for admiring your beauty in a more discreet way. Which wasnât all that methodical in retrospect, because he canât take his eyes off you.Â
Your skirt is short and the frilly lace top youâre wearing shows off your cleavage tastefully. If Wonwoo had it his way, he wouldnât have let you out of your apartment till the sun was up the next morning.Â
âHello, beautiful. You look amazing,â Jeonghan greets you, forcing you to take your hand out of his grasp to hug your extremely flirtatious friend.
The absence of your touch irked him, but he let you go, not wanting to startle the rest of the group with his growing possessiveness.Â
âThank you, Hannie,â your voice muffles from being engulfed in Jeonghanâs arms.Â
âAlright, thatâs enough,â Wonwoo gripes, clearly bothered with the way his friend is holding you.Â
âYouâre no fun,â Jeonghan rolls his eyes, before whispering something incoherent in your ear, causing a giggle to erupt from your sweet lips.Â
Jeonghan lets go of you anyway, giving into Wonwooâs sour attitude.Â
âYou guys just got here! Donât tell me youâre going to be grumpy the whole time,â Jeonghan teases.Â
 âIâm not grumpy, you just have grabby hands and I donât need you all over my girlfriend for the rest of the night,â Wonwoo grumbles bitterly, taking ahold of your wrist to pull you closer to him.Â
He sees the way you roll your eyes, but deep down he knows you enjoy how commanding he can become, especially with you.Â
âGirlfriend huh? Thatâs a big word for you,â Jeonghan laughs while raising his eyebrows.Â
âJeonghan!â you gasp, amusement sparkling in your eyes.Â
Wonwoo gives the two of you an irritated look before pulling you away to greet the rest of your friends. You donât protest the way he handles you and he takes note of that. Who knew you could be so pliant, even in social situations?Â
âYou donât have to worry about Jeonghan baby, you know how he is,â you murmur to him, shooting him a reassuring smile.Â
âIâm not worried about him, darling,â he huffs. Jeonghan is the least of his worries.Â
After what happened between you two this morning, Wonwoo canât help but want you all for himself. God forbid you let Seokmin touch you the way he did. The mere thought of it made him feel sick.Â
He understands that he shouldnât have thoughts about you with other people, especially because he knows you havenât dated anyone officially before. But now that youâre his, he has to make sure it stays that way.
âOkay, but still. Just relax, I'm not going anywhere,â you reassure him.Â
Your gentle words and the soft squeeze you give him allow him to chill out a little more. He couldnât help but be on high alert after what Seokmin put you through, after what he put you through.Â
Wonwoo has the constant reminder that youâre both here for a good time, and even though he might not be able to hold himself back once his eyes are set on Seokmin, he continues to obey your wishes.Â
Disappointment proceeds him as he feels you leave his side. Wonwoo lets go of you, allowing you to grab drinks from Jeonghanâs bar. Instead of wandering around like a loner, he sits on the couch, patiently waiting for your return.Â
âHey, Wonwoo? Do you remember me?â a girlâs voice brings him out of his thoughts.Â
Turning to the person who forces themselves into the seat next to him, he frowns at her. She didnât illuminate the room the way you did, and her voice was unpleasant to his ears.Â
âNo. Sorry,â he kept his response curt, not wanting to entertain the faceless stranger who was attempting to flirt with him.Â
âItâs me? Joshâs friend. We met at Seokminâs place last time,â she continued to press, and Wonwoo could feel his ears growing hot with annoyance.Â
âOh, right.â Â
A hand is placed on his shoulder and he flinches away, he doesnât want anyone but you touching him. It almost makes him want to throw up.Â
âI have a girlfriend,â he quips, not wanting to prolong the interaction any longer.Â
The girl beside him cackles, and Wonwoo really canât stand the sound of her voice.Â
âThatâs never stopped me,â her voice lowers an octave in an attempt to sound seductive but Wonwoo feels nothing but repulsed by her very being.Â
He moves further away from her, evidently angry with the way sheâs coming onto him. Cursing at himself inside his mind, he shouldâve never flirted with her to begin with. The puzzle pieces start to slowly align as he remembers that night at Seokminâs place. It was that night that you went home without him, and the realization hit him like a truck.Â
A part of him always wondered what moment had been your breaking point, and there she was, sitting right beside him.Â
âI really donât care,â Wonwoo doesnât spare another glance, escaping her suffocating presence to search for you.Â
Stopping in his tracks, he watches as Seokmin comes up to you, clearly apprehensive as you search Jeonghanâs fridge for a spare Diet Coke. The music is blaring, and the sheer volume of the speakers drowns out Seokminâs voice.Â
He watches as you start to notice that someone is talking to you, trying to get your attention. Wonwoo can see the pained expression in your eyes, and he canât even blame you. Seokmin was your friend before he even met you, and he canât even fathom the pain youâre feeling from losing someone so close to you.Â
Sure, he understands the depth of your relationship with Seokmin, but that doesnât stop the fury that is forcing its way through his veins. Smoke practically comes out of his nose and ears as he watches everything unfold before his very eyes.Â
Seokmin is visibly trying to reason with you, his lips moving at lightning speed as you stand there holding your drink close to your chest. Every bone in Wonwooâs body wants to go up to you and snatch you away as fast as possible. But he canât help but relish in the sight of Seokmin so desperate for your attention. Itâs satisfying to see your reactions morph from sorrow to anger the longer youâre frozen in your place.Â
The second he sees tears beginning to well up in your eyes is the moment Wonwoo finally decides to take action.Â
Marching up to you, he pulls you by the waist until you are glued to him. With a firm hand, he squeezes you tightly, staking his claim in front of Seokmin.Â
âIâm sorrâ,â the words Seokmin so desperately wants to say are cut off by Wonwooâs presence.Â
Wonwooâs lips press into a thin line, gazing down at him with nothing but a look of disgust, and also triumph. Seokmin seems to realize heâs lost because he steps back slowly, shaking his head as his shoulders slouch with defeat.Â
Wonwoo has won, and Seokmin canât do anything to get in his way anymore.Â
âI donât know why you think youâre allowed to talk to her, but you should leave her alone from now on,â Wonwoo seethes, gaze unwavering.Â
âWhatever man,â is all Seokmin can say before retreating into the crowd.Â
Wonwoo turns you slightly, hand placed delicately on your cheek, scanning your features to make sure that youâre alright.Â
âYou okay darling?â he asks, before pecking your lips.Â
âIâm okay. I donât wanna be here anymore, can we go home?â you squeak, your voice faltering.Â
Wonwoo hates to see you affected by someone so unimportant like Seokmin.Â
He doesnât think for another second before agreeing with your request. Bidding Jeonghan farewell while holding tightly onto your hand. Before either of you knew it, you were out the door and on the way back home.Â
The unsavoury moments that happened while at Jeonghanâs place are gone with the wind as Wonwoo speeds down the road and back to your apartment.Â
âThank you for earlier, I was so in shock I couldnât even move or speak,â you mutter, grabbing his palm and placing it on your cheek.Â
Wonwoo feels your warmth and glances at you pouting as you stare out at the empty road.Â
âItâs alright darling, youâre here now, that asshole is not going anywhere near you anymore,â Wonwoo reassures you as he takes your hand in his, giving you a comforting squeeze in an attempt to soothe the thoughts he knows are running through your head.Â
The moment Wonwoo reaches your building, he quickly parks the car before running to the passenger side to open your door. His hand is out in front of him for you to hold while you take a step, doing everything he can to distract you from what happened.
Once the front door of your apartment closes behind him, you turn around with a cheeky smile. It almost gives him whiplash at how quickly your mood changes.Â
âI didnât peg you as the possessive type,â you remark, eyes glinting against the dim lighting of your living room lamp.Â
âI'm not. But itâs different with you, darling,â he admits.Â
Wonwoo rarely felt jealousy in his previous relationships, he knew he was in control either way. Although he knows how much you love him, he still finds himself peeved when someone other than him is close to you. There's a fire within him that he couldnât extinguish, one that only you could put out.Â
âYou gonna give me what you promised earlier,â Wonwooâs voice lowers an octave, crowding your smaller frame.Â
He towers over you while watching the way your eyes shine over with intrigue. The image of you moaning for him is a vision he canât erase from his mind, a vision he wishes he could replay over and over.Â
âDepends. Were you jealous about Seokmin coming up to me?â you press, slender fingers tracing circles into his chest.Â
Your touch felt like a crackling fire under his skin, Wonwooâs thoughts were depleted of anything that could distract his awakening need to ravish you.Â
âI think you know the answer to that already.â
Stepping closer to you, he places both his hands on your waist, pulling you in until youâre flush against him. His breath trails against your skin as he breathes you in, wanting to memorize the sweet notes of your perfume. The smell of lemon blossom and amber engulfs his senses.Â
Amyris Femme. His favourite.Â
You have always known how much he loves the smell of it on you. Itâs simply addictive and intoxicating. Everything about you is always so sweet, from your honeyed eyes to your heavenly voice, the moans you exude dripping in sugar. From head to toe, you are everything Wonwooâs ever wanted to indulge in, wanting to experience the high of you with all seven senses.Â
Heâs convinced that some higher power has sculpted you into everything heâs ever asked for. The universe had known all his preferences, and all his interests and bottled them up into one person. You.Â
You. You. You.Â
His.
 His darling. Â
Cradling your cheek, he presses his lips against yours, truly savouring every brush of skin against yours. Drinking in your sweet scent through his taste and sense of smell. The longer the two of you stand there and make out, the more passionate it becomes.Â
Wonwoo pushes himself against you even further, until heâs sure you can feel his already hardening length grow between you.Â
You own him in so many ways, in ways you probably wouldnât be able to comprehend. From his heart to his very soul, heâs yours. And he wants to show you how much of an effect you have on him. Wonwoo wants to show you how crazy you make him.Â
Taking the lead, Wonwoo doesnât relinquish his hold on you as you two slowly move to your bedroom. Opening the door while he leaves wet kisses up and down your neck with the goal of leaving marks against your delicate skin.Â
âWonwoo,â you sigh, your smaller hands gripping his biceps as he lays you down on the bed.Â
Wonwoo doesnât rush, taking his time to strip you of your clothes. His hands breeze against the bare skin of your stomach, pulling up your top along the way. Eyes zeroing in on the black lace thatâs clad against your breasts, he can feel the drool starting to pool in his mouth.Â
Your skirt is next, and with a hawk eye, he watches the way you lift your hips as he brings down the one thing that's obstructing him from completely devouring you.Â
âPlease, I wanna go faster,â you whine, squirming under his touch.Â
Wonwoo refuses, he needs this moment to seep into his brain until itâs all he can see when his eyes are closed. The desperation emitting from you is almost tangible, but he canât bring himself to waste a precious second.Â
One leg after the other, and finally youâre bare, partially exposed under his body.Â
Ready. Waiting.Â
âI wanna savour you, darling,â Wonwooâs baritone voice reverberates against the four walls that enclose the both of you.Â
You sigh with annoyance and it only intrigues Wonwoo further. He never thought your brattiness would translate to the bedroom. How naive of him to think otherwise. Excitement courses through his veins, imagining all the fun heâs about to have with you.Â
âJust fuck me please, I wanna feel you inside me,â you whisper in his ear, bringing him closer to you.Â
âHoly shit, you canât talk like that or Iâll have to give you what you want.â He groans, hooked on how sexy you sound.Â
The cheeky smile you give him returns, and heâs bewitched by your beautiful features. Fully naked before him except for your bra and panties.Â
Pinning you against the bed, Wonwoo regains control over his thoughts, the same thoughts that are screaming at him to take you in one go. He rebukes those sentiments, he knows what he wants.Â
He knows what you need.Â
âBut I wanna know what itâs like. I know you wanna fuck me, so just do it.âÂ
Wonwoo almost loses his vision with the mere utterance of your words. How much of a nymph do you become once youâre horny? Something about the way you speak is so saccharine, putting him in a trance. You could force him into murdering someone with that tone, and he would do it with a smile on his face.
âYouâre gonna have to try harder than that, baby,â his voice strains, the control he once had starting to lose itself within your lustful gaze.Â
Thinking of ways to stop you from saying anything more, he rips your panties off in one go. Nimble fingers graze against your plush thighs, squeezing and pinching where he can.Â
The whimper you let out is nothing but music to his ears. Seeing you desperate for his touch causes him to focus on his end goal. He wants you to unravel before him, deflowering you till youâre fucked out and panting his name.Â
As he spreads your legs, he canât help but allow his nose to trail against your inner thighs, inhaling the scent of your body emitted under the heat of his touch. He doesnât stop until heâs at the apex of your sex, glasses fogged while the bridge of his nose is rubbing against your skin.Â
Wonwoo finally allows himself to dive in. Ripping the frames off his face, teasing your folds with wet, hot kisses. He repeats his actions till you're moaning deliriously under him.Â
âW-Wonwoo, please, fuck,â you cry out while he watches your hole clenching around nothing.Â
One of the hands that was holding your thighs down moves to your entrance, teasing you before he slowly inserts a finger inside you. Your head hits the pillows while your eyes are screwed shut, and Wonwoo relishes in your pleasure.Â
âGod youâre so fucking tight, so wet,â Wonwoo mutters before licking at your clit.Â
Nothing is more euphoric than hearing you struggle to contain yourself. His boner getting harder to ignore as the juices from your pussy squelch with every thrust of his finger.Â
âIs that what you do when you touch yourself? Using your fingers to fuck this tiny hole?â He asks even though he knows you wonât be able to answer.Â
Youâre too busy twitching from his hands on you, gripping onto the sheets to the point the threads look like theyâre about to tear.Â
Wonwoo takes your silence as an answer before fully engulfing your cunt in his mouth. Practically making out with your pussy lips, he licks and rubs your sensitive heat till you writhe against him.Â
âYou taste so good darling,â he mutters before taking a deep inhale of your musk, âno oneâs ever touched you like this huh?âÂ
âN-no. Just you,â you squeak.Â
âGood girl.âÂ
Hooking your legs over his shoulders, his free hand moves up your body till heâs able to grope at your breasts. The feeling of the lace covering your pert nipples motivates him to make you cum faster.Â
Your body vibrates within his hold while he resumes eating you out. Dipping his tongue into your entrance as his thumb goes to rub your clit in sharp circles. He can feel your abdomen retract from his actions. You're close.Â
Itâs only a matter of time before your juices begin to pour out of your pussy, flooding his mouth with sweet nectar. Wonwoo fully believes he could get drunk from the taste of your cum, the liquid gold dripping down his chin as he slurps and nips at your puffy bundle of nerves.Â
âThis pussy is mine,â he concludes, slapping your dripping core.Â
Eyes drunk with lust, he smiles up at you. A smirk filled with pride as youâre left twitching against the mattress. Hair displaced against the pillowcases, skin glistening under the nebulous light of your lamp.Â
Your room is filled with the aroma of sex and sweat, your chest heaving up and down as you come down from your high. Wonwooâs length straining against his pants, he canât neglect his need to fuck you for any second longer.Â
Laying there, winded from your orgasm, he lets you watch him as he removes the clothes covering his body until thereâs nothing left. Wonwooâs abs and muscular arms flex as he releases himself from his tight pants. He clasps his palm around his cock, rubbing himself while staring down at your fucked out state. Grunts erupt from his throat while he rubs the bead of pre cum dripping down his tip.Â
You stare at him, eyes lidded, before sitting up to take off your last piece of clothing. Your breasts bounce as you release them from the confines of your bra. The tip of your fingers graze your nipples, playing with them while Wonwoo stands over you, stroking himself.Â
Heâs so in deep, itâs the first time in a long time that heâs felt like heâs about to combust in seconds. He hasnât even been inside of you yet, but he knows he could cum untouched at just the sight of you playing with yourself in front of him.Â
âWill you fuck me now? Wanna feel you cum inside me,â you plead with doe eyes, your other hand coming down to your heat.Â
He watches you insert a finger in yourself, pumping in and out, matching the rhythm of his movements.Â
Before you can let out another sound of delight, Wonwoo halts whatever heâs doing to flip you around. With you on your stomach, he focuses all his attention on your plump ass. Groping you with rough palms, and your hips fly off the bed to give him better access.Â
Retracting his hand, he comes down to you even harder. The slap on your skin echoes throughout your room. You squeak but he can see the juices starting to gush out of your pussy.Â
Fuck, Wownoo is obsessed. Obsessed with your neediness, obsessed with the way your ass jiggles with every strike he lands on you. He simply canât wait to be inside you, engulfed in the heat of your tight walls.Â
âHngh, Wonwoo!â you almost scream, your voice becoming nasally every time he hits you.Â
The hand marks on your soft skin drive him crazy, and he knows that if he doesnât fuck you soon, heâll cum prematurely.Â
âWhat a needy little thing. You want it that bad huh?â he taunts, spreading your ass cheeks, watching the wetness drip down to your thighs.Â
âPlease, take me please,â you continue to beg, your voice level as you stare at him over your shoulder.Â
Your hips cant back and forth, waving your tight pussy in front of him. Enticing him to fuck you.Â
âYouâre a fucking brat, you know that?â Wonwoo grunts, slapping your sopping hole.Â
Jerking forward, you let out a salacious moan, eyebrows furrowing as you slump back down onto the bed.Â
âIâm being so patient, baby. Just stick your cock in me please,â you fuss, lifting your hips again.Â
Wonwoo sighs, turning you over once again so youâre on your back.Â
âYouâre lucky I love you,â he grunts, grabbing your legs and pulling you towards him.Â
Sitting on his haunches, he spreads you out, getting the perfect view of your glistening entrance. Taking his dick in his hand, he rubs the tip against your folds. You match his thrusts, moving up as he envelopes the underside of his length between your soaking lips. The sounds emitting from your bodies connecting is sinful and Wonwooâs jaw goes slack, finally feeling your heat against his manhood.Â
âGod, this pussy.âÂ
âWonwoo, fuck me,â you whimper, grabbing his biceps to pull him against you.Â
Engulfing you into a heated kiss, he continues to slide his cock along your slit. The sheer wetness of your pussy lubricates him enough to move with a rushed pace. Heâs not even inside you yet and heâs already starting to feel that knot form in his lower stomach.Â
âYou gonna be a good girl? Show me how bad you want this cock inside you?â he whispers, lips brushing along your own.Â
âYes. fuck yes,â you pant breathlessly.Â
Slotting his arm between the two of you, he finally aligns his length with your entrance. He can feel you trying to get him inside you, thrusting up slightly to try and catch the tip so it pushes into your awaiting heat.Â
But before you can get away with your tricks, he slaps your thighs. Wonwooâs large hand presses you down firmly before you can get any further.Â
âLiar. You said you were gonna be a good girl,â he spits, âdonât get impatient or I'm gonna leave you lying here without cumming again.âÂ
You pout at his words. Your cheeks are hot, and your eyes are teary. The things you make him feel, itâs unmatched.Â
âGonna breed this little cunt till you're stuffed full,â he groans, finally inserting his dick inside your heat.Â
The gasp you let out is high-pitched. And Wonwooâs head falls against the space within the dip of your shoulder. His hands are firm against your waist, thrusting into you until heâs fully sheathed in your pussy. Being inside you was like dipping into molten lava, the heat of your cunt enveloping him with such a tight grip he almost faints upon entering you. Â
âHow are you so tight?â Wonwoo curses. âYou feel so good, baby.âÂ
He didnât expect you to be gripping his cock like this. Itâs like nothing heâs ever felt before. Your pussy is made for him with how snugly he fits inside you.Â
âItâs so big, fuck!â you moan, breathing heavily.Â
Wonwoo doesnât give you enough time to adjust to his length, even though he should. Blinded by searing hot pleasure, he begins to pound in and out of you. Skin slapping as his thrusts become erratic. With eyes rolling to the back of your head, you pull at his strands of hair and he groans at the pain that mixes with the high your cunt gives him.Â
At that moment, Wonwoo concludes that he doesnât want anyone but you. For as long as he can, he wants to be the only one to fuck you, to give you orgasm after orgasm. Until you're spent and in and out of consciousness, he wants to be the only one who can make you feel this way.Â
As if a curse is placed on him, your phone buzzes against your nightstand. Seokminâs contact is on clear display for both of you to see. Wonwoo ceases his movements, sitting up and grabbing your phone from the nightstand.Â
âAnswer it,â he speaks firmly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou heard me. Answer it and show him Iâm the only one who can make you feel this good.âÂ
Thereâs a flash of panic in your eyes, but Wonwoo knows youâll obey his wishes anyway. He knows how deeply youâve fallen for him. You canât refuse him despite the compromising circumstances, and heâll continue to use it to his advantage.Â
Length still buried to the hilt inside you, you swipe at your phone to answer. Wonwoo presses the speaker button before resuming his rushed pace. Bullying your hole while you attempt to at least seem coherent enough to answer Seokmin.Â
âSeokmin?â You whisper, trying your best to conceal the moans that are threatening to slip past your lips.Â
âHey. I just wanted to call and say sorry about earlier. That was stupid of meâ,â Seokmin attempts to get his apology in but heâs cut off by your moans.Â
Wonwoo slaps your clit while thrusting inside you, his length enveloped in your velvety walls.Â
âYou okay?â Seokmin asks you, and Wonwooâs satisfied by the scene in front of him.Â
Youâre flustered and trying your best not to reveal that youâre being fucked hard by your boyfriend, while your ex-friend is trying to reconnect with you. Key word, trying.Â
âTell him you donât want to ever see him again,â Wonwoo grunts out as he continues to fill you up deliciously, thrusting inside you hard enough that Seokmin could probably hear it over the phone.Â
âFuck! Wonwoo! âM sorry Seokmin, but I donât want you to talk to me anymore. Please, donât contact me again.â Whimpers escape your lips and Seokmin stutters over the speaker.Â
Wonwoo knows that Seokmin is aware of whatâs happening on your side of the phone call. The line goes dead the moment you utter your last words to him.Â
âBet you liked that huh? You like it when I show everyone that youâre mine?â Wonwoo emphasizes while he continues to push past your entrance.Â
âYes. Shit,â you mewl out, clenching your walls against his thick cock.Â
The ridges of your pussy massage Wonwoo in the most perfect way. Throwing his head back the slightest bit, he watches how his dick moves in and out of you. The creamy ring of your mixed juices pooling at the end of his hardness only arouses him further.Â
âYou gonna let me cum inside you?â Wonwoo questions, not to ask, but to make sure youâre prepared to feel his seed seeping into you.Â
âMhm. I wanna feel you fill me up,â you let out a breathy moan.Â
Tossing you onto your stomach, Wonwoo pulls out and grapples you into the position he wants you in. Clutching onto your hips, he sits on his heels while forcing you onto his thighs. Your back against his chest, head lazing back onto his shoulder while Wonwooâs muscular bicep wraps around your neck, placing you into a headlock.Â
Entering your abused cunt once again, he assaults your pussy with enough force and strength to send you into another dimension. Wonwoo bounces you on his cock and youâre screaming his name at this point. His balls slap against your ass cheeks, while the juices from your hole drip down and onto his thighs.Â
âI-Iâm gonna cum,â you wail, your walls spasming.Â
Wonwoo's balls retract while your pussy pulsates, your cum coating his dick. He pumps into you one more time until his sticky release fills your walls. The flood of semen overflowing while his red tip kisses your cervix, holding you firmly in place as he continues to cum inside you.Â
âHmph, itâs so good. Your cock feels so good,â your words are slurred as Wonwoo releases you from the headlock.Â
Body slumping over, you push your ass in the air, giving Wonwoo the most delectable view of his cum overflowing past the lips of your bruised cunt. The thick white substance comes out in globs as you lay down with your legs spread.Â
Wonwoo can feel the twitch in his cock, almost coming back to life as he watches your little pussy push out his cum.Â
âYou were so good darling, so good for me,â he mutters, kissing your temple as you lay there spent and exhausted.Â
âFucking love you and your big cock,â you mutter, turning around to kiss him passionately.Â
Pride blooms within his chest, knowing he was your first. The elation Wonwoo feels is comparable to when you confessed your love for him.Â
Heâs finally won. Youâre his, and he canât wait to show you how much he loves you every chance he gets. Not only by fucking your brains out but also with dates and random acts of affection. He canât wait to show you off, to let the world know that youâre his best friend and girlfriend.Â
âGonna clean you up okay? Then we can take a shower,â he imparts, wrapping you up in your blankets so you donât get cold.Â
âWonwoo?âÂ
âYes, baby?âÂ
âI love you,â you call out, smiling at him lazily, your eyes tired but full of fondness.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
âŚ
Wonwoo woke up that morning feeling refreshed. The sunlight beaming down on him through your curtains. Your nude body is pressing into him. He loves how he can observe you so closely, taking note of every line and freckle on your skin. The rays of the sun hit you, causing your skin to glow beautifully. Your breath steady as you sleep peacefully, curled against his side.Â
Wonwoo doesnât know how long he was lying there admiring you and how gorgeous you are, but his excitement spiked when you began to stir.Â
âGood morning darling,â he whispers wistfully in your ear.Â
The smile that tugs along your lips makes his heart flutter, and he swears heâs never felt this whole in so long. He canât remember the last time he felt happiness in its true form. The closest thing that made him experience this type of joy was that night in his bedroom watching NANA with you when you two were still in high school.Â
âMorning,â your voice is sickly sweet, enough to have him grinning at such early hours in the day.Â
Shifting from your spot, you prop yourself up using your forearms, hair moves swiftly with your movements.
âSleep well?âÂ
Thereâs a shy smile on your face, eyes twinkling with the sunlight, and Wonwoo can only presume that it was you recollecting the memories of last night.Â
âThe best,â you mumble, leaning in to peck his lips.Â
What was meant to be an innocent peck turns into something more heated. Wonwoo grabs you so youâre sitting on his lap, a squeak erupting from your throat as he manhandles you.Â
âWonwoo!â you yelp, slapping his bare chest.Â
He doesnât respond to your dumbstruck reaction, instead, he continues to kiss you, harder than before. That morning he woke up a victim to morning wood, and the only way he could even fathom relieving himself was to fuck you senseless.Â
The angle he has you in is sinful, your bare cunt rubbing against his length, his hands firm on your hips, rubbing your folds against the underside of his cock.Â
Your head is thrown back, submitting to the pleasure that Wonwoo continues to give you. Removing his hands, he lets you move on your own accord while he focuses on your breasts. His large hands squeeze the flesh, pinching your nipples till your eyebrows are strewn tight.Â
âOh fuckâŚ,â your voice trails, your head coming down, entranced by how Wonwooâs hardness slides between your pussy lips.Â
Wonwoo groans, trying his best not to cum from how wet youâve become from a little bit of foreplay. It almost feels like heâs still dreaming, watching your hips sway against him. The fuzzy feeling in his brain doesnât cease, the same fuzziness he felt last night while you were under him, screaming his name.Â
âYou like that, huh?â He mutters against your skin, trailing kisses all over your chest.Â
The same hands that were fondling your round breasts come down to your ass, lifting you. There is a whine that leaves you, and Wonwoo can feel your disappointment from the loss of contact.Â
The whine you let out dies quickly as Wonwoo forces you down on his erect cock, pushing your hips till youâve fit the whole thing inside you. The breath is knocked out of his throat as your warm walls welcome him back into your heat. Being inside you is life-changing, his hand dull in comparison to the feeling your tight hole gives him.Â
âSo big,â is all you can say.Â
âWanna see you ride me, baby,â he breathes out, trying to centre himself so he doesnât spurt his cum inside you before you even get to move.Â
Your fingers dig into the skin on his shoulders, and slowly, you lift yourself off him before slamming back down. Wonwoo grunts at your speed, not expecting you to use so much force.Â
âShit. Slow down darling,â he sputters, trying to control the way you're bouncing furiously on him.Â
âI donât wanna, it feels too good,â you pout, staring down at him with the most lewd expression.Â
Your jaw goes slack, panting for him like a dog in heat. He can feel your walls clench with each stride you take and the words he had on the tip of his tongue evaporate into thin air. He knows if he allows you to continue he wonât be able to savour you on top of him.Â
Instead of flipping you on your back, Wonwooâs arms wrap around you, bringing you close to his chest. His feet are planted firmly against the mattress, he holds you tightly before fucking up into your delicious cunt.Â
âThis pussy is fucking mine,â he growls, emphasizing his words with each thrust.Â
âBaby, I-I canât, I wanna cum,â you sob, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks.Â
âCum for me darling, give it to me,â and as if on command, you do exactly that.Â
Wonwooâs palms drift to your ass, spreading your cheeks, squeezing them tight as he forces you to match his pace. Almost blinded by the sheer pleasure, he pumps into you a few more times before his semen floods your insides, thick and warm, it mixes with the nectar dripping from your heat. As he releases, he keeps his hands firmly on your waist, plugging you to ensure none of his cum spills out.Â
The two of you lay like that for a while, catching your breath after Wonwoo had fucked your brains out. Again. In all honesty, heâs convinced that heâll never get tired of fucking you.Â
âI donât think Iâll be able to walk tomorrow,â you sigh, voice muffled as you rest along the slope of his shoulder.Â
âSo we canât go again?â Wonwoo asks, feigning innocence, âHey! Ow!âÂ
The playful slap you give him on his bicep stings as he chuckles at your wordless response.Â
âNo more,â you refuse his request.Â
âOh, Wonwoo! Youâre so big!â he imitates your voice from earlier, teasing you until you beg him to stop.Â
Propping yourself up, his flaccid cock slips out of you, the cum spilling onto his abdomen.Â
âYou fucker!â you hit his chest again and Wonwoo erupts into a fit of laughter.Â
âOh baby, this pussy is mine.â Your voice lowered in multiple octaves, copying the words he spoke out of lust, âNot so funny now, is it?âÂ
Wonwoo continues to crack up at your embarrassed state, eyes turning to slits as he tries to calm himself down.Â
âActually, itâs pretty funny,â he attests, grabbing your chin to kiss your cheek.Â
âFine. I wonât say anything while weâre doing it anymore.â You complain, but he knows you secretly love it.Â
Wonwoo quirks an eyebrow up at you, in love with your playful side. Still sitting on his lap naked while youâre bickering with him is just as hot as you riding him with your boobs in his face.Â
âThat wouldnât stop me,â he shrugs, pretending to act nonchalant.Â
The best part of fucking you is how vocal you are, and it drives him insane.Â
âWhatever you horny loser,â you roll your eyes.Â
Grabbing your arms he pulls you down against him again, kissing your neck, and he can feel you relax under his touch.Â
âSays the one who has a massive dildo in their drawer,â he whispers in your ear before falling back onto the mattress, chuckling at your dumbfounded state.Â
âIâve already told you! It was a gift from June and it's unused,â you huff, emphasizing the word unused.Â
âSure it is,â he drawls, not convinced.Â
âI'm serious! I literally took it out of the box before beating you with it.âÂ
âWhatever you say, darling,â he snickers before enveloping you in his arms, âletâs use it next time, yeah?âÂ
For the rest of the day, you both lay there, talking about the most random things after a long but steamy shower. With fresh sheets on the bed, the atmosphere is filled with nothing but warmth and utter joy.Â
This past month or two has been a whirlwind of realizations. Realizations that have shifted the world around him into something beautiful. If someone had told him at the beginning of the school year that he would find a new meaning of love in you, he wouldâve laughed with disbelief. But now that youâre here, sitting beside him with the most angelic smile on your face, he recognizes just how much comfort a single person can bring. Not even the fresh air that breezed through his fingers or the scent of the salty water misting its way onto the shore while he visited his hometown could outweigh the feeling of tranquillity that he got when he was with you.
Even though he regrets not confronting his feelings for you sooner, he canât find a reason to complain. Everything had fallen into place, and for the first time since he was seventeen, he realized that the one person he was searching for was in front of him this whole time.Â
epilogue.Â
freshman year of university.Â
[8:56 p.m.]Â [you: raval tonite w junepi and the others?]Â [wons <3: yeah but can we leave early? i wanna play league after :)]Â [you: is this u tryna get out of drinking by being my dd?]Â [wons <3: maybe] [you: fineee but we leave at 12] [wons <3: anything for u darling]Â [you: darling?]Â [wons <3: u like it?]Â [you: yes!! its cute hehe]Â [wonwoo has changed your nickname to âdarling <3â]Â
the end.
âš a/n: thank you for reading this story! this thing is my baby and i would love to hear your thoughts :) i appreciate everyone who took their time reading it because i poured my whole heart into it :") thank you again and see you in the next fic ⥠please rmbr to reblog and share your thoughts :3 it motivates me to continue writing stories like these for u âĄ
#lola's recs <3#i couldn't finish yesterday bcuz i was bawling my eyes out lol#literally had to calm myself down before i read it again#anna#i love you so much#and thank you for writing and sharing this#<33
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there is no way people are calling jayces love confession ableist we just arent gonna do this full stop if you arent physically disabled keep his name outta your mouth im serious
#post#arcane#arcane spoilers#or even worse calling viktor an ableist character because of his eugenics supervillain spiral as if thats not LITERALLY the point#he hated himself and overcompensated for it and became so all consumingly delusional about it that he made it#everyone elses problem It Is The Point. he had a nuclear level crash out over not feeling Good Enough and it is. say it with me. The Point.#criticise the jayvik arc with relation to the shows really bad politics all you want im with you there#and i do think it all wouldve added up better and hit harder if viktor Wasnt terminally ill because jayce saying#''i still wouldve loved you if you curled up and died quietly'' becomes part of the implication there and viktor trying to#cure himself of that specifically but also being an apocalypse level self hater wrt all the other stuff being lumped in together is a bit#eyebrow raising. like those 2 things are Slightly Different Topics#but if you do not know How It Feels you need to sit outta this one seriously no strawmanning no ''um idk is this kinda.....''#in that case i think it also becomes super significant that the first thing viktor did is heal His Leg when he had some kind of#literal terminal lung disease. his priority speaks volumes here#but yeah genuinely this is lady and baby playing with blocks vs school of athens meme if you dont Know you have to stay outta this one
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TW. YAPPING!!!!! and i think i say cum once or twice probablie
TGE TROLLS WOULD NOT SMELL GOOD !!!!!
i feel like at most they smell neutral??? or however tf bugs smell
but especially like while and before they play the game?? at the very least they dont smell traditionally nice.
they dont smell like flowrrs and nice things
ESPECIALLY NEPETA!!!! SHE SMELLS LIKE DEAD THINGS MOST OF THE TIME!! SHE STINKS OF ANIMAL AND BLOOD AND SWEAT AND SHE DOESNT SHOWER SHE LIVES IN A CAVE
like no hate to the person who said she would smell like sour candy but likeâŚ.. why?
i feel like if the troll blood castes were scented, olive blood would have a more natural scent and they wouldnât be sweet
AND EVEN THEM SHES STILL STINKY!!!!!
the meowrails stink. i love them. but they stink.
equius smells like BO and motor oil and nepeta probably smells like cat piss.
ALSOOOSODOSOSOSO i feel like itâs really weird when people imply or headcanon that the trolls have flavored cum?? like tht feels weird
i feel like even if they did it probably wouldnt be human flavors like chocolate
i dont even wanna think about what i think their cum would taste like tho so im not even gonna try to form an opinion. you do u mann(or do the homestuck trolls ig bc clearly thats ur thing)
UH
i mean clearly not all of their smells are unbearable because clearly the humans dont mind it too much(or at least dont say anything) but also a lot of the biggest offenders are dead so
gamzee smells like drugs. and. dead trolls.
heâs the only i can maybe see smelling sweet because of all the faygo
ik if they were humans they would stink too
like vriska would lie about taking showers i just know it. vriska would drench herself body spray and claim she showered.
trolls wouldnât smell sweet at the very least
they come from murder land
they donât smell like vanilla dream
#homestuck#homestuck trolls#yapping#smelling#stinky stinky trolls#meowrails#meowrail mention#smell#smelly#smelly stinky stinky yuck!#im learning a lot about tumblr with these recomended tagsâŚ#stinky#humanstuck#lots of things get mentioned#rant#or something#vriska slander#vriska serket#yeah thatâs it
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Okay, this has probably been done a million times already but hear me out: Ive got an idea. For a story.
What if, one day, Dan wakes up, with an unusual headache. He gets up, but he is in a home he doesn't recognize. It's all his stuff, it all seems familiar but it seems wrong. First and foremost, because Phil isn't there.
He checks his phone, but he doesnt recognize most of the contacts. The names in his calendar dont ring anything.
He takes a google search, just, you know to make sure Dan and Phil exist? But he only finds the channel AmazingPhil, a kind of big youtuber with a million subscribers doing fun sketches every now and then.
The only search result for Dan Howell is the lawyer Daniel Howell who deals with financial sueings.
And Dan finds out, over the next hours, that in this universe he and Phil never met. He never had the guts to reach out and even tho he loved Phil's content they never talked. And now, coming from a world where they did, where Phil is his missing half, his partner in crime, his immortal turtle, he does everything to go back there and to find Phil in every timeline.
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You Donât Know My Name
Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond
You as Yourself
Summary: Today was the start of your day which already wasnt worth a lick of shit, but what if someone changes that?
A/N i gave the nigga a full name, yall gone see, but SURPISEEE! @megamindsecretlair you clocked me and it is Mr Terry that was in the coming soon, hope you enjoyed yet another cameo in this series and i hope you like it!âĽď¸ also @violetmuses ik i gave you this idea, but i stole it back and i hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Warnings: Nothing, just pure cuteness and family time.
For Boosted Experience, Heres the Official Soundtrack. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2K7IeGXgQq7K16YP1Jb7yN?si=UCA3v7yZQieKWNRrBg0wdA&pi=u-4AXbUCgzR42u
Your eyes fluttered open at the annoyance of your alarm clock blaring in your ear, you looked over to see it was 7:45, 45 minutes past your time to get ready for work.
Over today already, you slammed your hand onto the clock, not giving a damn if the thing broke or not. You looked outside to see the sunâs beautiful attempt to wake the people of Earth, the vibrancy of the colors making you jealous that you have to work at 9:30 but choose to get up to prep for it.
You glanced in the mirror and almost gave yourself seven years of bad luck, The one time you take your braids out is the day you decide to get five more minutes of sleep, Luckily, you washed and blow-dried it the night before, so it shouldnât give you a hassle, but your hair never agrees.
You turned off the alarm clock before the snooze timer exploded your eardrums, grabbing your phone to put on your get-ready-for-work playlist.
Summer by Kenya Vaun blasted through your pink headphones, enjoying the outside before heading to work which would take the whole song, but it was just a nice way to start today.
The vibrant colors scrambled away as the blues paraded throughout the sky, the clouds playing tag and creating little symbols and animals, you could stand still and watch the sky all day and not get bored, even the heart-shaped cloud winking down at you.
You approached your job with a fake smile, Westside Diner! Home of one of the best coney dogs in your opinion, the 1950âs 1950-inspired diner was filled with memorabilia from the past and fifties like decor, you admired how much time and effort was put into making the wonderful restaurant if only there was one for us black people.
You scurried across the street, smelling the breakfast scents that lingered out into the air and slapping you dead in your negro nostrils, envy filled your body towards the people who were enjoying themselves at this establishment.
Pushing open the door, the door suddenly became lighter, shooting your hands forward as you braced your fall, an arm flung around to catch you, a small âoof!â flew from your mouth.
âPlease get off me, Iâm finna clock outâ You said calmly in your head, closing your eyes to not see if there were any witnesses.
Your despair was vocal enough that a deep chuckle shook you straight, âNo one saw it,â he said, low enough to be quiet as a church mouse. You turned around to see if the voice matched the face and whew!
This fine⌠Heaven sent of a man completely towering over you, he sported a brown sweater with khakis with black dress shoes with a gold buckle on the side, gold gracefully complementing his skin tone, and not too much gold to wear it drowns the color from his eyes, good lord his eyes! as ethereal as the sky.
âAlrighty buttercup,â you snapped your head around to see Ms. Olaynika, the manager and your third mother you have collected like a Pokemon. She snapped her fingers and hurried you, âItâs 8:54, Timesâa ticking and food is ready to go in stomachs!â she finished before going back to her table like she didnât just rush you, the professionality, you loved it.
âThank you, hope you enjoy your day.â You thanked the man before scraming away from him.
âSo you mean to tell me,â Your best friend Nicole stood there with a face with her arms crossed with her eyebrows scrunched up and away like her braids, âYou had this fine ass man who saved you from embarrassment, held you for a long time, and had nice eyes?â
You smiled while rolling your eyes, âI just know that isn't what all you got from that.â
âNo!â She tilted her head to the side as her voice went up an octave higher than normal, âIâm just saying I don't know how you standing right here talking to me instead of going downtown.â
âI wish, but I need a âyou deserve itâ weekend, Iâm tired of being cooped in the house.â you sighed walking up to the counter with Nicole trailing you. âI canât have Mr. Bigshot to distract me.â
âYou know thatâs a damn lie,â she told you in a sing-songy voice, âYou gone think about him all day and that's ok! You deserve that along with your âyou deserve it weekendâ.â
She was right, but you couldnât let her know that she wouldnât let you hear the end of it even after your shift. You checked the notebook to see whose section was where and when the time switch was. âAnd how do you know he finna be on my mind?â You asked without looking up from the notebook.
âBecause he is currently, at your section, Have fun!â
You finally looked up from the scribbled on paper to see that he really was in your section, his glasses placed on the tip of his nose, his gaze fixated on the book, and he had a good pick! White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson, Your smile flipped inwards as you admired his taste in books.
You straighten your posture, checking if your shirt was ok and decent for the eyes to absorb. You pranced towards his booth with a smile on your face, clicking your pen to hide the fact that you were absolutely scared to talk to this man without your stuttering sneaking through the flaps of your mouth.
You stated your name with a smile and snuck glances at his book. He was at the part where Marigold was sneaking around her mom and her stepdad to make her very own weed farm, but it was destroyed by something or someone? Who the fuck knows, you never got to finish, maybe you can go to the library soon to catch up on it.
âPassionate reader huh?â He asked, noticing your desperate attempts to read along with him. You hid your smile behind your notepad, âYou caught me, That is my favorite author, even though I only finished one book.â
âReally?â His eyebrows were hunched, sticking a napkin in place of a bookmark. âYes! The book was called âGrownâ. It was such a lovely book and-â You started to ramble about the book but youâve realized, you donât get paid for sharing interests, you get paid for working.
âWhat would you like?â
âOh, you canât do that to me.â he covered his heart as if he was just insulted, âYou canât leave me like that, I wanted to hear about this book.â
âMaybe if we meet again, I do look better outside my work clothes,â you joked and he laughed, your toes spazzing out inside your black Nike huaraches, He laughed! And he had a nice one, a very cute one along with his ear-to-ear smile.
âCoffee, Please, and whatever food you think I would enjoy.â
âOoooook.â You jotted down his order, âAnd how would you like your coffee?â
âSweet, Like you.â he winked.
âGive me 5 minutes and Iâll be back with your coffee.â
Itâs been 20 minutes since you last gave Mystery Man his meal. Since he let you be the judge of what he ate, you gave him one of your favorites at this diner! The Western Omelette with crispy hash browns on the side with a smiley face in ketchup. While waiting at other tables, you observed him nervously, scared that he might not like your selection of breakfast foods, that you put too much sugar and whipped cream in his coffee, which you also made a smiley face on as well, he had you anxious and you didnât like it, he was a cute stranger after all.
After a while you sucked it up, shaking your jitters away as you walked up to his booth. âEverything alright with your order?â
âMm!â He signaled you to wait for a little minute as he took a sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he gently set the mug down, âI loved it, the hash browns may be my new favorite here.â
You felt relieved, your muscles that you didnât even know were tensed eased, âIâm glad I can make your morning better! Would you like anything else?â
âUh, A To-Go Box and a Fruit Punch To-Go please.â He smiled, grabbing a napkin to dab the sides of his mouth.
âI can start on the fruit punch and if you want, you can follow me to ring out your order.â
âNo need,â he said, digging into his pocket and handing you his black card. This nigga is fancy.
You looked at the card almost dumbfounded. You never really saw a black card, only heard about it from Fabolous and movies and shit, but never seen it in person.
You carefully grabbed his card from his hands, âIâll be back.â
You walked away and checked on your other table that wanted your attention before him. Making sure everyone was ok with their needs met, you walked to the cash register, punching in his food and coffee, sneaking a peek at the name on the card, Terrance Richmond. A sophisticated name for a sophisticated man, a wonderful sight to see.
You slid the card with the receipt into your waist apron as you asked one of your co-workers to ring in a new customer while you started on his fruit punch with light ice. The fruit punch here was delicious and it didnât need to be watered down with hella ice.
Swiftly grabbing a To-Go box on your way out, you happily waddled towards Terryâs table. âYour Box, Punch and,â You dragged your last word as you pulled out his card and receipt out the apron, âCard, Mr. Richmond.â
âOh! I see you snuck a peek for my name, it's only right I know your full one.â he teased you as he examined the paper.
âI donât get paid for that, I get paid to service you.â you teased back as you can only hope you get to do that for free.
You gave him your pen and pointed to the line below the total, âSince you did pay with card, You need to sign here, for fraud protection purposes. While you do that, I shall be back with your copy.â
He silently thanked you, his smile growing wider and more innocent. You looked around and made eye contact with Nicole, making matching faces as you two met at the counter.
âSooooo,â she started, âHowâs Tall, Black, and Lightskin?â she asked as you covered your mouth, silently howling in the semi-busy environment around you two. âHe has a name, itâs Terrance.â
âIâm not calling him that long ass name!â she huffed as she rang in her customer's order, âThat nigga name will be Mr. Pretty Eyes.â
âTerrance too long of a name but Mr. Pretty Eyes is just right? Kinda backwards shit is that Yoda?â
âCare about that shit, I do not!â she perfectly said in Yoda, causing you both to snicker, tapping each other on the shoulder. âPlus must I remind you of that alien ass nigga you had a crush on in 6th-â
âEugh!â You verbally voiced your displeasure with yourself, his face just flashing into your head. âWe donât speak about that vermin.â
Nicole threw her hands up, taking a pen from the clean cup to scratch her head full of braids. âAw, Shit. I gave him my pen.â you reminded yourself scooting past her to go to his booth but he was long gone, all that was left was his fruit punch, your pen, and a 50 dollar bill. The writing on the cup said âEnjoy Yourself:)â. You looked around for his silhouette, but he was long gone, you smiled at his nice gesture of leaving you a fruit punch.
What a way to start off your morning.
Home, 8 pm,
You closed your eyes as your bed welcomed you back into its arms, the savory smell of chili floating around in your room.
You finished your shift with ease after your little encounter with that man. Thatâs rude, his name is Terry, Terrance, but permanently Terry. You have got to stop beating yourself up over something small.
But it wasnât small, everything that flowed off that man was so intoxicating, a mystery in a good book or show that you just want to solve, but not so quickly, you needed some fun in your life.
After your shift, You and Nicole walked to your house to talk for a few and according to her, you were a daydreamer. Every few minutes or so, you would zone out, even her calling you Buttercup didnât snap you out, and thatâs close to an army vet being awoken by âAt Easeâ.
You denied it but you definitely were. You just couldnât stop thinking about how his reading voice is, Was he gentle? Was he passionate? Would he carefully rub the pages before turning? Does he lick his index to turn it? Many outcomes, Many Possibilities.
A tickling sensation jolted you out of your trance, your eyes zapping to the culprit, which was your grandmother, âIâve been yelling your name Cupcake!â she sarcastically smiled, waving the clean black spoon around like a mad woman.
âSorry Mama Moonie,â You bounced to your feet, grabbing your phone off the bed before extending your arms towards her.
âYeah, Yeah. When we get to this table you gone tell me what boy got my baby acting like sheâs Tiana.â she pointed the spoon in your face, giving you an up-down before she walked away leaving you speechless. âWho said it was a boy!â
You trailed behind her as she grabbed two navy blue bowls out of the cabinet, peering at you like you mustâve forgotten who she was.
âCupcake lemme tell ya,â she started, ready to tell you information you already knew by saying:
âI have been on this earth for 63 long ass years, that's 6 decadesâ worth of knowledge compared to the few you have. You donât think I have had those experiences where a man would have me ina spell! His aura haunts you in a way that makes you paralyzed, the masculinity he possesses within himself, and to not be an asshole in the same breath. I could go all day but you donât wanna hear about my pussy being wet.â
âMOONIES!â you yelled as she started howling, your body shuddering at the thought of- That! But she is always so blunt in everything she does, you have no choice but to love it.
âIâm sorry,â she apologized, swatting her laughter away, âBut Iâm saying, Iâve been there, so you might as well spill that tea before I clock that tea.â she finished, hitting the spoon on the pot before turning around with two full bowls of chili as she headed to the table.
âI have got to get you off of instagram reels,â you said aloud, popping the top on the pot and running water on the spoon before placing it over a towel to dry. turning around to see her shimmy into her way into the dark oak dining chair, her hands await yours.
âLet me grab crackers, Iâll join in a second.â you hurriedly opened the cabinet to grab the open box of ritz crackers, your feet shuffling to the left and the right before shimmying yourself into your seat, setting your crackers next to your bowl as you joined hands with Mama Moonies as you bowed for prayers.
âLord I thank you for returning us to our safe and humble domain, may the food we are about to eat gives us the nutrients we need and the energy to finish our day strong, Lord I ask you for anything we donât feel like talking about, to be in your hands, bless us with what we need, rid us of what we donât. Lord, I also ask you to let our questions that need to be answered, be the answers that keep us sane. In Jesus name, Amen.â
The prayer ended and the tea quickly began to be spilled. You told Mama Moonies about everything, the one thing you loved about dinner time in this house, it was a time of love and happiness to be spilled around, with a lil bit of judgment here and there, but all harmless.
You told her about how the man basically saved you from embarrassment, wanted to know more about you, even made you get your own drink with a tip and a message, even telling her how you hoped he would become a regular. Her face stuck on a smirk as she downed her chilli. âOh what Mama!â you exclaimed after having enough of her looks and giggles from time to time.
âSeems like you have a crush.â
âThat I donât!â Yes you did.
âYou definitely do, and I donât blame you, because you are either that or delusional, and my baby ain't that bullshit!â Welllllll.
âThat man looks nice, is nice and the pockets right, of course Iâm not saying you should go for his pockets, that would be wrong. But go for your heart child, open yourself, be free!â Moonies smiled as her arms expanded as big as the galaxy she was imagining, her wrinkled hand resting peacefully on yours, rubbing your knuckles with tender care. âI know you are shy, but itâs time to let it be known that you are here! be known that you deserve love and hey! God will bless you with a man, or that man. And hopefully, he packing.â Moonie's bluntness slipped out at the end, filling the room with belly laughter.
As the laughter died down, so did the food, bellies protruding out of their correct spots. âIâll clean up, you go take a shower and enjoy your evening.â Moonies pat your hand, swiftly taking your bowl without your knowledge.
âYou donât have to!â You protest but she shot through your sign with a glare that will make a christian do Satan's stare. âEnjoy the rest of your night. I shall see you in da murrning!â
You blew a kiss towards her direction, pushing yourself up as itis started to race with your energy, and your energy was losing, but at least you can spend what you have left daydreaming about Mr. Richmond, something tells you that wasnât your last time seeing him.
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So the way you draw sarvâs claws makes me go mildly insane like. Those are her paws. Her little grippers. Made for holding.
Now. Consider. Controversial opinion. Ruv deserves claws too. For Sarv to hold of course. Also also can you imagine him getting a manicure from sarv or something or getting scolded for not taking better care of his claws
YAYEEE I LOVEE drawing her spindly claws thank you..
also CLAWED RUV IS VERY GOOD I actually had thought awhile back if I wanted to start drawing him with them but I ended up figured it would be very fitting of his blunt character if his nails remained so as well, and it would make sense that he kept them worn down for various reasons while out and about in his fugitive yearsâŚ. however perhaps nowadays he lets them grow out a little đ
Sarv would insist on taking care of them if he did with her knowledge of maintaining her own but that would be kind of an excuse to play with them like Ruv might sometimes mindlessly play with her claws in one hand⌠otherwise he would sharpen them on trees!
for the hell of it Iâm showing you older sketches of how I draw ruvâs hands that I just now added claws to to see how theyâd lookâ as well as Sarvâs <3
#being so technical about small detail anatomy speculation that is my favorite thing#i love drawing my faves hands they show a lot of character in themselvesâŚ#sarvâs spindly long claws and hands to show she can be read like an open book + expressing the Danger they pose to anyone else.. unknowing#how well she can really use them to handle things with great care and gentleness#ruvâs large strong hands for anyone to see that they are large and STRONG and that is all he wants people to really know about him first#glance as a factor for his survival but again the roughness seemingly blocks how vulnerable and gentle he can be with his touch#i dont know if iâll draw him with them in the future but hmmm⌠much to consider..#also the more i draw them the fuzzier (very subtly) they get love that for them#my art#ask#anon#mid fight masses#sarvente#ruvyzvat#yeah iâll tag them even though thats just theys paws⌠hdjskkdkdjd#THANK YOU AGAIN they both have two hands. for Me..
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im spinning in circles i loved reading that
i dont wanna clog up ur ask box but if i could trouble you for some more domestic early ghoap⌠(picture me as oliver twist rn. âplease sir can i have some moreâ type shi)
feel free to clog up my ask box, i love when people say things or ask things
Early on they both realise a lot about eachother.
Soap realises that Simon Riley is at his very core is just a regular bloke and the only way their relationship can thrive is if he knows that. Ghost is a weapon on the field. But Simon Riley is a man who prefers Tesco to Asda because the deals are better and he likes their 85p microwave spaghetti meals.
And the day Johnny buys two of those silly little microwave meals and a loaf of tiger bread for them both at dinner, Simon's face lights up. He doesn't get it until he hears the quiet "you remembered" from Simon's direction as he puts the bread in the cupboard. It isn't about making a dramatic show or spending as much money as he can, it's about knowing what Simon likes and remembering it without having to ask.
Simon realises that Soap isn't as angry as so many people believe. He has that rough Scottish accent that makes Simon melt but he isn't angry. Soap is passionate. He's passionate about everything in life and so often people are willing to mistake is as almost hyperactivity. Johnny is committed to his job, he's committed to his art in that journal he won't let anyone get a glimpse of and he's committed to being a person. He thrives off of activity outside of work because it helps him settle out of the action.
At first, when he cleans the entire house, Ghost almost feels irritated by the action. Is he trying to hint at something? And then he cooks every meal, he does all of the shopping and he starts repairing a bunch of little things around the flat. Simon watches and realises that Johnny isn't trying to imply anything, Hell, he isn't even trying to force Simon to get up any earlier than he usually would or do something. He just needs to exist outside of the job so he doesn't drown. Needs to walk in the morning so that he can remind himself of his surroundings, ones that aren't on base.
So, Simon wakes up early to walk to Tesco with Johnny and Johnny's first stop is to the aisle with the stupidly cheap microwave meals that Simon could eat any day of the week.
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omg bachira, isagi, tetchou and dazai with an autistic s/o PLEASE
if you will , make them headcanons ^^ hope you have a wonderhoy day !!
hello, my alien. weâre each otherâs mystery
â bachira + isagi + tetchou + dazai x autistic!s/o
so basically all of them x me i see.. i feel like i fucked up on isagi i cant pinpoint his personality ugh. debut into bllk omg im shy hi reentry into bsd too haha if u guys were active in 2022 i think i am familiar. WAIT NOTE AB THE TITLE⌠LISTEN TO FRIENDS BY BTS IM NOT ABLEIST ITS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE :(
â bachira meguru
lets be honest he is also a bit autisticâŚ
very hard to be around when youâre overstimmed ngl⌠he tries to tone it down when he knows you cant handle too much at the moment. but itâs hard for him to just dial the craziness to 50 đ
oh, very good though at getting you out of social situations. he can slip the two of you out of a party like itâs nobodyâs business, cause it is nobodyâs business :x
hes also a bit of a wild card too if youâre obsessive about having a routine. heâs a free spirit, so having to do things the same way is a bit of a chore.
when you go non-verbal, he brings out a notebook that you two write your conversations on. he doesnât actually have to write it down. he can communicate just fine, but he likes to write them down as a memento of your relationship.
he alsoooo likes listening to you yap about your special interest! very attentive, youâd think that youâre a professor and heâs your student at how the flow of your conversation is going
âhuhâ where did bachira and s/o go..?â isagi asked. he turned around, looking for the two of you after the sudden realization that he was abandoned in the middle of the buffet lineâŚ
bachira pulled you out, and in an abandoned hall. he noticed you suddenly started plugging your ears.
âyou ok sunshine? :( is the music too loud?â
âa little bit⌠i just wanna get away for like 5 min..â
âhehe, dont worry. ill stay with you ďźâšâĄâšďź <3â
âty meg :) <3â
bachira smiled as he saw your hand-drawn emoticon. the two of you doodled all over the notebook while he hummed until you were ready to return.
isagi groaned as he saw the two of you reenter. âyou guys..! you shouldâve told me if you were gonna sneak away!â bachira stuck out his tongue, making a silly expression. âoops! it just slipped my mind!â he snickered.
â isagi yoichi
with the geniuses he has to keep up with, youâre a total walk in the park for him ;p
mega caretaker, heâs super good at protecting you in uncomfortable environments. i feel like he has a weighted blanket somewhere in his room to cover you with, cause he knows it makes you feel safe.
he lowk overprotective sometimes though. he knows his friends like bachira and raichi are a bit more on the raucous side, so he doesnât hang out with them when heâs with you until like⌠2 years into your relationship (they lowk didnt even know he had a partner). in those two years, he only introduced you to his peaceful friends like nagi, hiori, iemon, and kuonďżź
he doesnât fight you too much about if you have a routine. he has a luck routine and his spacial awareness makes him really meticulous about how things happen, so heâs gets your struggle :x
he tried learning sign language. he really tried⌠but there was so much signs; for an entire month, his search history was âhow do i say [thing] in sign languageâ
he ended up only learning the alphabet, numbers, and basic words like please and hungry. now when you go non-verbal, he simply just opens his notes app for you to type ;p
he, like bachira, loves your yap. its like his personal podcast fr. he likes to let you sit on the kitchen counter and yap, while he washes dishes. he also likes putting on wireless headsets and listen to your voice messages while he practices, or works out at the gym.
âare you absolutely sure you wanna meet them?â isagi asks. âbabe, theyre my friends, but theyre also kind of annoying.â he warns you. of course he meant it lovingly⌠you nod. âyup! theyâre your friends, yoi. i wanna meet them..!â
he sighs and nods. âfine⌠donât say i didnât warn youâŚâ he opens the door. you recognize kunigami, heâs talking with chigiri. âisagi! there you areee~!â a boy with a bob-cut hums. âah, bachira⌠this is s/o.â isagi points to you. âooh~! nice to meet you! im bachira meguru. so youâre the one isagiâs been hiding?â
âdonât overwhelm them too muchâŚâ isagi sighs, he pulls you away carefully, bringing you in kunigamiâs direction. if you settled in with people you were already acquainted with, then you should probably adjust better. that was isagiâs conclusion. âif any of them pester you, just tell me, okay?â
you nod, a bit saddened at yourâs and bachiraâs conversationâs sudden end. âim not a kid, yoi. you donât have to worry over me or anything.â isagi frowns. âhnn⌠i just donât want my friends overstimulating you. they might be too much for you, babe.â he explains. at that moment, igaguri suddenly yelled out at gagamaru for taking one of his gyozas, making you instinctively cover your ears.
âseeee?â he points out. âokay⌠point taken⌠but, i can still deal with it. if im uncomfortable, ill just tell you, okay?â you offer, trying to compromise. isagi looks around, weighing the possibilities before nodding. âfineeâŚâ
that day actually went quite well, you were able to keep up with all of them without getting overstimulated. that night, isagi had his face in his pillow, his face being that of death and grief. âthey dont need me anymore⌠theyre gonna end up hanging out with my friends more than meâŚâ he mumbles.
â tetchou suehiro
another lowk might be autistic (but in a diff way)
he isnt too sure about what to do when youâre overstimmed. so, he usually just takes you to a quiet place and sits down with you until youâre calmer.
hes hella conflicted on whether or not he should introduce you to the hunting dogs. his line of work is pretty dangerous after all, and his co-workers arenât exactly⌠pacifists đ
he ends up deciding not to though. worst comes to worst, he just introduces you 5 years in to your relationshipâ thats what he thinks.
he doesnt mind your routine. he, himself, is pretty eccentric, so you two are just okay with each otherâs quirks :x
tetchou doesnt care when you go non-verbal. lol. okay joke, its more like, heâs also very quiet, he doesnât even actually notice that you two havent talked to each other for 14 hours.
but when the two of you are talking, he is still as quiet as ever. itâs usually you yapping and tetchou asking questions once in a while. never though, does he ever interrupt you when you talk; always waits for you to finish what youâre saying so you dont lose your train of thought đŤĄ
tetchou spreads some spicy ranch on his pancakes. it was a pretty good combo. he sat at the dining table, as he heard your alarm clock ring.
first thing you do when you wake up, stretch then use the bathroom. tetchou has your routine memorized by now. second, have cereal for breakfast. third, get dressed. fourth, check if your bag has everything you need. he continues his own routine, and you complete yours, until itâs time to head to work.
youâre double, triple, quadruple checking your bag, making sure you didnât leave anything. tetchou finished lacing up the strings of his boots before he rises back. âready for work?â he asks, taking his own little peek into your bag.
âuhuhâ you nod. tetchou hums, noticing the charger you left on the counter, and slipping it into your bag. ânow you areâŚâ. you gasp, âso thatâs what i forgot⌠thank you, chou..â you say. his deep voice vibrates in his throat as he leans in and kisses you, âstay safe. call me if you need anything.â you wrap your arms around his neck.
last part of your routine, hug and kiss tetchou before leaving for work.
â osamu dazai
he lowk adhd u feel?
when youre overstimmed, he lets you lay on his shoulder while he pats your back and brushes your hair. times like this are his personal favorites, itâs when the world is quiet and no one but you and him exists.
defdefdef introduces you to the ADA members. he finds you similar to kyoka, and always encourages you to hang out with her.
adding on that, he sort of sees akutagawa in you⌠is akutagawa also autistic? hmm⌠either way, hes a criminal! he cant let his partner interact with a criminal! â the criminal says after diner dashing again.
the routine thing doesnt really work for dazai either⌠itâs either you break up with him or let him wake up at 4:00 to eat noodles and rearrange the layout of his dorm, bestie⌠(just leaves his pot in the sink btw, he a bum like that)
actually knows sign language! dont ask me why he knows, bc i dunno either. he just does :x
he also loves to listen to your yap. actual yapper x yapper. you twoâs conversations are lowk exhausting though. you both interrupt each other and talk until youâre both breathless. HAHAHAAH
sluuuuuuurp!
youâre waken up by the loud, really gross, squelching sounds of dazaiâs saucy noodles as he slurps them up. the sound is uncomfortableâ really uncomfortable.
âsâsamu⌠dont⌠too loudâŚâ you groan, trying to cover your ears. dazai perks up, âah, did i wake you..? awh, im sorry, dear..!â he apologizes. even though dazai truly meant it, for some reason it just sounded like sarcasm. âuhuh⌠jâŚjust dont do it again⌠trying to sleepâŚâ you hum. âgot it⌠go back to sleep, sweetsâ
for the rest of the night, you sleep well. dazai makes sure to remain veeeery quiet, taking bites of his noodles rather than slurping, carrying his feet, and using all of his hidden muscles to carry his bookshelf. maybe if he keeps doing this, he wont look so lanky anymore.
at around 6:30, you finally wake up again, your surroundings completely different, and you start to panic. âwhâh..huh..?â you look around. dazaiâs in the closet, rolling all of his empty beer bottles into it. âhi, baby! just decided to tidy up a bit. you like?â he asks
tidy up? âtidy up, my ass..! all of your stuff is in different places..! i have to relearn my way around your dorm all over again..!â you complain. âhehe⌠it was for a good cause! you have your own space now in here!â he grins, opening the second to the bottom drawer in his dresser. it was tidied up, and empty.
âfor me?â you ask. âmmhm.â he confirms with a hum. even though dazai was quite lazy, stubborn, and annoying, he really put effort into making you happy. just you.
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2. Putting it into gear
Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader
A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.
The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.
âHeyâ you greet her, âWhat did you need to talk about?â She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.
âLook, I owe you an apology and-âÂ
âThat's an understatement.â You cut her off. âTwo years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apologyâ
âJust hear me outâÂ
She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.
âPlease,âÂ
âFineâ You cross your arms in anticipation âYou gonna tell me or what?â
âI need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.â Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her.Â
âWhat?â Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion âWhy me?â
âYou're the only gay person I know, Iâm trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their âGayâ visionâ She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. âLook its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.â
She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.
âI also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.âÂ
âI wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.â
 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind.Â
âIâll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.âÂ
You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.
âThank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/nâ She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.
âWe need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.â You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her.Â
âAre you free this week to meet up?âÂ
âTuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.â
âHow about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?â The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these âPopularâ people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg.Â
âSure, Itâll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,â Itâs a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.
âYeah?"
"Oh, Okay."
"Iâll see you soon, Mom. Love you byeâ
You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily.Â
âYou gotta go I assume?â you pick at your nails, âI can walk you home if you want?â You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. âUnless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-â
âNO!â She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence âI mean, Noâ She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, âitâd be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.â She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment.Â
âLead the way,â You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.
âI missed you, you know that right?â
The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.
âI hoped you did,â
You chuckle slightly,
âI missed you too.â
âThis is me,â she stops in front of the house you used to know, âYou wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.â
âSure, Itâll be nice to say hi to your mom.â She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. âDo we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?â You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.
âYeah, I guess so..â She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. âHey, I brought home a special someone.âÂ
âOh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.â She embraces you in a warm hug. âFeels like I haven't seen you in forever.â She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow.Â
âJust been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.â You lightly giggle at Meganâs momâs actions. âGlad to see you Mrs. Skiendielâ
âOh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.âÂ
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âWow aunty, this is seriously delicious.â You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. âI'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen youâ You say in between bites.
âIm happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honeyâ She chuckles
âUhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.â Meganâs words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look.Â
âYou guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.â Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, âI've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.â She matter-a-factly comments,
âNo funny business in my house alright?âÂ
âYes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worryâ
You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.
âI wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.â You stupidly grin at her.
âI know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.â She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. âI have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?â She squints her eyes at us,Â
âYeah, dont worry about it, Mom.â Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen.Â
âIâll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.â Meganâs Mom announces before the door closes.
âOh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.â You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.
âYeah no that was really awkward.â She giggles âYes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's readyâ She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly.Â
âCome on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?â You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.
âMhm, sounds like a solid planâ She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head
âYou did not just do thatâ She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. âYou little shit, YnâÂ
âSuch hurtful words require punishmentâ You giggle as you spray her with more water,
âWhat the fuck!â She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, âthat's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.â Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.
âCome here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?âÂ
âNo! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.â She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen.Â
âIm gonna get you!â She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.
âIâve got you trapped now don't i?â She pants.
âI guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?â
You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug âEughhhh, it's so coldâ You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt,Â
âYou get what's coming for you.â
âCan i atleast borrow a shirt or something?â You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.
âYeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.â She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.
âYou took down the BTS posters?â You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.
âFigured it was time to grow up i guessâ She sighs and pulls out the shirts.Â
âYou sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.â
âYes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.â She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.
âJust asking, No offence and all thatâ You exhale deeply, âShould i go to the bathroom and change or?â She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.
You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.
âSorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.â You sit on the end of her bed.
âIts okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.â You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together.Â
"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.
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