#he talked quite a bit but still TT

[yunwooz]

[neuvistar]

❝ MY STAR, MY DAUGHTER. ❞ signed: boothill . wc. 791

— featuring ┊boothill x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊sfw (lil bit of angst if u squint) . major spoilers abt boothill’s story. girldad boothill girldad boothill!!, established relationships (marriage), mentions of pregnancy, just pure fluffiness which hurts my heart | special tags . @rinneverse @mewnbuns

— a/n ┊this is VERRRRYYYY short n somehow took quite a bit bc readers block was eating my ass but i like how this turned out :3 if i see one more tt abt boothill’s silly (not so silly) backstory i will sob uncontrollably :,)

this was a blessing from the aeons themselves.

you were pregnant, with a daughter.. his kid, his flesh and blood. boothill closed his eyes, fingers gently stroking your belly in slow, comforting circles. you could feel his chest heaving softly, his breaths growing deeper and more laboured, signaling his fading consciousness. your husband’s arm loosened, draping over your belly and chest. “.. baby, thank you for this gift. son of a nice lady, yer fudgin’ strong for carryin’ our baby girl inside of ya.”

boothill was beyond excited, your husband couldn’t believe it.. after all these years, he couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude; he was creating a family, a future together with you, a future he could’ve had with his first daughter he had lost and grieved for years. in his eyes, this was his blessing, his second shot at being a father. your heart ached for your husband. you knew about his past and experiences, he told you many times already.. a story you can’t help hold dear to your heart. for boothill, the little baby girl he lost on that fateful day.. was the day he lost everything. the pain of her absence was immense and left a void that no amount of time could heal, sending him in a spiral of grief that engulfed him wholly.

but yet.. when he heard the news of your pregnancy a few months ago, boothill felt that little spark of light erupt once more with pure joy.. the glow he lost many years ago, returned with a new sense of hope, a new sense of hope for the future he’s always wanted. the joy and excitement he felt was a welcome reprieve from the grief that had consumed his soul for so long, overcoming his deepest regrets. he couldn’t wait for this little rascal to grow, experience the beauty of life herself, explore the world around her with curiosity and wonder.. teaching her about all the things he knew. maybe even tell her about the older sister she could’ve had. boothill wanted to see her smile, dress her up in pretty little princess dresses, help her walk her first steps, he wanted to experience and see it all. all he wanted was to see his daughter grow in-front of his eyes, something he had failed to see with his first.

to boothill, his flesh and blood forming inside of you was his second chance at fatherhood. he promised himself he’d pour all his love and energy into raising the baby with you, seeking a renewed sense of purpose and meaning of a father’s love. “i can’t wait for our little girl to grow up, baby.. m’ gonna be the best daddy ever, i’ll tell ya that.”

“you already are, hun. you already are.”

“heh.. rely on me from now on, ‘kay? ‘gonna protect you and her.” your husband leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving to brush his lips against yours, tenderly.. his thumb forming gentle circles on your belly. “always darlin, always.” boothill smiled crookedly, a tear glistening in the corner of his eye. the cyborg leaned in, his forehead still touching yours as spoke softly.. his words destined for the bundle of joy growing within you. "little one," boothill whispered, his voice filled with love. " mommy and i have been talking. both so fudgin’ excited to meet ya. princess, we’ve been workin’ hard to make sure that when ya join us, you'll have everythin’ ya need. ‘going to shower you with love ‘n affection.. promise to be there for ya, to teach ya and guide ya. mama and daddy’re a team, ‘n we'll be the best parents we can be, just for you,”

your husband paused for a moment, allowing the love in his words to resonate before continuing. ".. ‘can't wait t’hear your first cry, ‘feel ya in my arms, kiss your forehead. mama and i love ya more than anythin’ else in this world. so.. for now, jus’ keep growin’ healthy and strong, okay?"

boothill reached over, taking your hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb brushed over your knuckles. your husband gazed back up at you, offering you a small smile as he spoke to the little girl, puckering his lips to leave a gentle peck to your belly. “heh.. jus’ so ya know, s’ your daddy, babygirl. can’t wait t’squeeze those chubby cheeks, roll you up in a marshmallow usin’ daddy’s good-old red scarf.. i can’t wait t’love ya. love ya as much as the universe. y’know why, darlin’?” he paused, nuzzling his nose against the warmth of your belly, “because you’re my star, sweetie. the star that lit up mommy and daddy’s life,”

“my star, my daughter.”

[midnite-c6]

After reading ur patient!namgyu fanfic I was just wondering if you could pretty please w a cherry on top write a fic about Seowan !! Doesnt have to be doctor x patient, I just need more fics w my beloved Seowan 🔥🔥 have a great day/noon/night!

i haven't seen any fics about seo-wan, it makes me so sad, but here's oneDJFH also, i added squid game tags because i want more nam-gyu lovers to see roh jaewon's character in daily dose of sunshine!! FIRST NON SQUIDGAME FIC .. my fav schizo TT.

kim seo-wan x reader !! <3 warnings: fluff , angst ?! , mentions of mental illness </3

つ⁠｡⁠☆ he's your study buddy!! both of you couldn't pass the exams the first time and you guys bonded over that. the two of you would sit next to each other when the professors lecturing about a lesson, since you both share the interest of being determined in passing the exams this year, there wouldn't be alot of talking during a lecture, but afterwards he's actually quite talkative!

he would also share his notes, giving you a bunch of sticky notes, all of them would have silly random doodles and small comments about how "you can do it!"

you manage to even hang out with him after classes ..which still includes studying, but you told him he needs to let lose, even for a little while. eating noodles in those small shops on the sidewalk, visiting libraries, and if you feel like your falling behind in studies, he would share the other side of his headset, making you listen to the lecture he found on youtube.

a new store would open up right next to the university, because the lessons were tiring and obsessing over the tests is unhealthy, the two of you decide to explore. it was actually a computer-shop.

since then, it's been you and seo-wan's new hobby, to play videogames for hours after lectures, how you were practically his pocket healer, how you two can't play alone without the other right by their side.

this newly-shared interest has gotten you two alot closer, you'd even ask him out, gratefully, the feelings are mutual, kim seo-wan is a simple man. now there'd be long sessions of kissing inside his small apartment, cosplaying, the two of you didn't have alot of money, but this was enough.

video games became a part of your life, one to escape reality. but unfortunately, this hit a little bit harder for kim seo-wan. you'd notice how he wouldn't take the time to study anymore. of course, as the concerned lover you are, you would remind him all the time, but he just wouldn't budge.

his parents were nice, they'd always treat you like you were family, even cooking dinner or lunch for you whenever you come over. since you haven't seen seo-wan in awhile, you'd ask them, only to find out your boyfriend has been sent to a psychiatric unit.

you would visit him everyday, telling him about your day, and asking about his. his day was filled with thinking of you, playing ping-pong with the other patients, and this fantasy world he lives in. but whenever you were too busy to visit, he'd be extra depressed inside the hospital and says he has ran out of mana. </3

you were always intrigued whenever he would tell you about his visions. his stories contain that you were truly his 'mediator', and that you're there in his life to save him. "this is very unprofessional, oh my dear.. mediator, but i'm inlove with you, for you make me look forward to explore even the darkest caves or the highest mountains." he'd take your hand to place a soft kiss on-top. he had forgotten your previous relationship before, atleast he still loves you in the new world he's living in.

you'd end up taking the test without him, but you'd never talk about it in the hospital, you know he needs more time.

in the end, you two agree upon each other to fight the fire dragon together, whatever the future may hold. because, as he confidentally says: "once i've saved up enough mana and leveled up all my armor, i choose you to come with me. you're the only one i can trust in defeating the fire dragon. i will protect you with all my life, my dear mediator!"

i'm sobbing just thinking about this bye ☹️☹️☹️ was gonna do nsfw parts too as i usually do but like i was too up in my feelings LMAOFHBRK trust im gonna post sum nsfw story next 🤞🏻

[slytherinshua]

POSSESSIVE

genre. fluff. warnings. reader and sungho are engaged. sleepy fluff ft simba TT pairing. fiancé!sungho x fem!reader. wc. 561. request. no. a/n. fiance sungho agenda pls rise ✊✊✊ net. @onedoornet

The soft purring from Simba entering the room had already stirred you from your sleep. By the time he was jumping up onto the bed, you were awake enough to open your eyes. You had to say you infinitely preferred this way of being woken up than your loud alarm. Being on a vacation with Sungho and visiting his family and your future in-laws for the first time, you were pretty sure everyone would love you. Sungho had already talked about you a lot, and you were more than excited to meet his brother and parents. 

The only worry was if Simba would like you or not. But like seemed to be an understatement. Simba had taken an interest in you the second you walked through the door. It was now the third day you had been staying over, and he quite literally hadn’t left you alone that whole time.

Sungho had always been clingy, but your fiancé was nothing compared to his cat. Simba slowly crept closer to your figure under the blankets, gently rubbing his cheek against your shoulder until you rolled over. Your face was next, as he purred against it and licked your cheek.

You blinked open your eyes, met with the furry creature right in front of them. A sleepy chuckle escaped your lips as you stroked his head, hearing his purrs get louder immediately. He was such a clingy cat.

“Jagiya…” Sungho’s morning voice brought a warm flutter to your stomach. His hand circled around your waist in a failed attempt to pull you closer to himself. Simba didn’t seem to like that idea and batted at his wrist softly. “Simba, no, she’s mine.” He told the cat grumpily, this time successfully pulling you back into his chest.

“I don’t know, Sungho. Simba is awfully cute.” You giggled, holding out your hand for Simba to continue rubbing against, spreading his scent on your skin as a way to mark his territory. 

“Simba didn’t propose to you.” His response came out only as a whisper as he tightened his arms around you. You could tell the discussion was already over, so you gladly relaxed into his arms as Simba got himself comfy cuddling next to you.

“He takes after you. Possessive and clingy.” You grinned, kissing Simba’s soft forehead gently, met with a happy chirp from the feline.

“It’s you. Of course I’m possessive.” Sungho’s reply attempting to shift the blame made you giggle. The cat had gotten comfy in a cozy ball, head nestled on his arms. Seeing that he had gotten ample pets from you, you rolled over to face your other needy kitty who came in the form of your fiancé.

“Pets for you too, mister? Or do you like kisses better?” You teased. Sungho’s lips curved up slightly at your words, though his eyes were still closed, clinging onto the last bit of rest he could get. 

“Kiss.” He nudged your arm, eyes still peacefully closed, waiting for you to do all the work to reach his lips. Kisses with Sungho in the morning were always soft and slow. His energy was lingering, but his passion still came across with the way his lips moved. He was never lackluster, but perfectly savored every taste of you that he got.

Perhaps it was his own way of marking his territory; with his lips.

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[afsosville]

At some point in time, it would be fun to see some of the tragic mxtx characters reincarnate together in the same world or some shit. And they just- so casually have conversations about their past lives like-

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SJ: Well surely you must understand what it's like being branded as the worst scrounge of the entire cultivation world, and have everyone think you deserve eternal damnation and be torn apart limb from limb. And I literally did get branded. So did you! I hardly see any reason for you to be so enthusiastic about your predicament.

WWX: Yes, I know! It's not easy being so popular!

SJ: That's not-

WWX: Everyone loves me!

SJ: Didn't you hear what I said?? They wanted you dead!

WWX, winking: who doesn't~

WWX: Did you see how many cultivators showed up during the Siege of the Burial Mounds?? Just for me! And the Wens too. But mostly for me!

SJ: ...

SJ: I'm not really one to brag, but every cultivator in Jianghu did show up for my trial...

WWX: Don't be modest, we're all celebrities in here! There's no such thing as bad media rep!

SJ: What-

NMJ: I know what that's like. I mean- the whole being dismembered thing.

SJ: You don't get to talk! You got unacquainted with your extremities after you died! It's not the same!

WWX: Hey, at least you still had a corpse! I fucking didn't. Even my soul got torn apart in the Burial Mounds.

SJ: Tch. You still got lucky. I wish my soul didn't remain so I wouldn't be here now talking to the likes of you.

WWX: Speak for yourself. You're the one that died alone thinking no one loved you-

XL: That's quite enough. I'm sure SJ had ppl who cared for him, like his sisters from the brothel, and that brother of his that came to rescue him. He was a very sweet guy, reminds me of myself quite a bit actually.

WWX: OH yeahhh, because both of you-

SJ: Another word about Qi-ge, and I'll throw you into the Endless Abyss, which I'm confident you're not to survive.

WWX: Are kind! Coz the both of you are very kind people, definitely not because you both coz got stabbed by a gazillion sharp things!

SJ and HC:

XL and YQY:

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And it's not even trauma dumping. Like they're describing things that happened in their past lives like checking off a grocery list. Also, I need them to have the worst kind of dark/morbid humour, that it's just bad. Ik WWX definitely would.

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Inspired by this TT

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 35.5 & Jason Todd Week Special! Day 5: Family + Jason is a Literature Nerd

A/N: this official mini-chapter is part of the event being run by @jasontoddweek2025 but life got in the way of posting yesterday, so ... here we are! This chapter was inspired by 👻 anon!

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, let me know if I missed anything worth tagging!

warnings/labels: family fluff

wc: 830

Chapter Selection

I was reading Jason's annotations in his Christmas present for me when Damian knocked on the door. “Do you remember those snotty women at the gala?”

I blinked a bit, chuckling softly; “hello to you too, kiddo. Yeah, I do. Why?”

“They were talking about Todd's scars. … Todd gets upset when people do that.”

“He does, yes?”

Damian looked around, as if double checking that Jason was out. “... I … might have something for that … it will require your input.”

I raised an eyebrow; “oh? Do tell.”

The boy set his backpack on the table, pulling out his sketchbook. He flipped through it, and after a moment's pause he passed it to me. I smiled softly, taking the book. The page he'd flipped to had a rough sketch of Jason's face and torso. A few of his more prominent scars were delicately traced out, and above them were drawings; tattoos.

His shoulders and the side of his neck had tribal inspired patterns in heavy black lines. Damian had designed the tattoo so it curled toward his jaw, making the J on his cheek look like an intentional part of the design. Some particularly aggressive burn scars on his forearm were transformed into a skin rip design with flames and dragon claws curled around the muscles. And finally, Damian had outlined an oak tree over his autopsy scar.

“This is so sweet, Damian! I think he'd love to see your designs.”

He shifted his weight between his feet, squirming a bit. “They're not done yet … the tree's not quite right yet … I was thinking of putting a robin in this branch, and a bat here, and maybe a sword plunged into the trunk, but I'm not sure what else to put in…”

“And you want my opinion?”

He nodded, smiling a bit; “... If you don't think it's too dumb?”

“It's not dumb at all!” I pulled him into a hug, running my fingers through his hair. “My sweet boy~”

A pink flush dusted his cheeks as he looked away shyly. “O- ok, Sister, that's enough.”

I released him, smiling softly. “Ok, sorry. Let's take a look at this… what does the sword represent exactly?”

We sat at the table, looking over the design. “The sword is for nobility and honor. … He's … he's like King Arthur; rising from the gutter to stand for something greater, and inspire greatness in others…”

I smiled softly, biting my lower lip a bit. “... I think he'd be incredibly moved if he knew you thought of him that way.”

Damian cleared his throat, looking away. “Tt. It's not a big deal…. I still feel like it's not complete though…”

“... Why are you doing this, kiddo?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, artists don't typically create for just anyone. Usually the people they create for are important to them… Yeah?”

“... Of course he's important to me … he's my brother.” Damian mumbled into his chest.

“Then maybe what the tree is missing is something to represent your relationship. … Expressing his love for you all doesn't come naturally to him, but I know you’re very important to him. You're like … constellations, guiding him through the darkest nights.”

Damian slowly grinned, pulling the sketch book toward himself as he began to draw. I smiled softly, ruffling his hair gently as I got up to grab him an after school snack. By the time I returned, the tree had nine stars sprinkled through the branches. The robin and bat were nestled amongst the leaves, and he was finalizing the lines on a medieval sword, plunged halfway into the trunk of the tree.

“It's beautiful, sweetheart.” I smiled softly. “You're so talented…”

“... Do you think Todd would like it?”

Before I could reply, I heard the sound of Jason's key in the lock. Damian clutched his sketchbook to his chest as Jay opened the door.

“Honey, I'm home~” he called out, grinning.

“Hi baby~ how was your day?” I leaned in as he kissed my cheek.

“It was good, … you two working on homework or something?”

Damian shifted a bit; “... ah … no, not exactly. … I have … it's not done …”

Slowly, he let the sketchbook slide onto the table. Jason leaned over him to look, blinking slowly. “... Is … is that me, demon brat?”

“It's just an idea … It’s dumb …” Damian scrambled to close the book, but Jason reached over him to stop him, looking over the designs carefully.

“... Can I … have this?”

Damian slowly nodded, ripping the page out to offer to him. “... It's really nothing, it's not even done …’’

Jason gingerly took the page. “... It's not nothing, Damian. … It's … it's really nice.”

Damian perked up ever so slightly; “... do … Do you like the stars? They’re us, the family … she said … we’re constellations? … Do you like it?”

Jason looked over the design again; “... I do. I like it a lot.”

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[twst-aceofhearts]

Love Letter

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIZUUUU <3333

tw: flustered epepe, not proofread TT

pairing: epel x gn!yuu (ft Vil and Rook at the end)

words: 1591

taglist: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe

Epel has been admiring Yuu in secret ever since the both of them started their first year in NRC. It was a simple admiration at first. The way they managed to carry themself without having to worry about stupid rules set by a certain elegant housewarden…

Somehow, Epel found himself talking about them in front of Vil and Rook, still on the same mindset as “simple admiration.” Yet, when he looked at the duo, he felt dread course through his veins. Ah, shit.

That was how he was stuck with the task of writing a love letter to them. In Vil’s words, it would appear ‘elegant’ and befitting for a Pomefiore student.

“Stupid Vil…A love letter is so corny and feels cowardly…” Epel groans under his breath as he writes whatever comes in mind about Yuu. “I want to be manly! What’s so manly about a letter?”

He was in an empty classroom to have some peace and quiet (mostly to sulk). What he didn’t hear was the quiet footsteps that belonged to Yuu. Well, it wasn’t so quiet. He was just distracted. He physically jumped upon hearing their voice behind him.

“G-Gah! Where the…Where did you come from?!” His country accent almost slipped by, but he managed to catch it. It doesn’t help his reddening face as he scrambles to hide his paper, crinkling it in the process.

Yuu blinked twice, tilting their head slightly to the side before pointing out the papers. “Is that for Professor Trein’s assignment?”

“Ah…y-yeah! Epel lies, hoping they would buy it. It was kind of true? The papers were for…an assignment. Just not for Trein’s. Or, well, school in general. He couldn’t just admit he was writing a love letter now. “Sorry, I was finishing some...some…last minute revisions.”

He hides the papers under his arms, hoping they didn’t see anything actually written on them. That would be his death.

“...okay?” Yuu raised an eyebrow at his unsure tone, though thinking nothing of it. “Come on, then. You can finish studying with Jack, ADeuce and I back at Ramshackle.”

Yuu turned around before pausing, “...actually it’s more like trying not to goof off while doing homework…I mean, you get the point, right?”

“R-Right.”

Oh, he was so grateful they weren’t asking questions about what he was doing. He relaxes a bit, seeing their lack of interest. Thank Seven Yuu wasn’t nosy.

He puts on a somewhat neutral facial expression and stands up from his seat. With the paper hidden under his arms, he motions for Yuu to go out first. “Lead the way.”

Yuu smiled at him, making a teasing remark. “What a gentleman. Maybe Vil is helping after all.”

The mention of the Pomefiore housewarden annoyed Epel, but that isn’t what bothered him the most. Their words caused him to think back on the whole reason he was writing in the first place.

“Shut up. You’re making it sound like I was a total gremlin before that guy ‘fixed’ me,” Epel protested, his cheeks turning slightly red. He hoped Yuu wouldn’t notice the thing of color.

“I’m sure you were an amazing person, Ep. I mean, you still are,” Yuu chuckled, putting their hands in their pockets as they nonchalantly walked back to Ramshackle like nothing happened.

Hearing their compliment caused Epel to blink in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected praise. His cheeks reddened even more as he mumbled a quiet, “thank you” under his breath. He followed Yuu in a slower pace, trying to act normal, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

He glances at them fromm the corner of his eye as they both continued to walk to Yuu’s dorm. He wondered if they noticed just how flustered he was…

The comfortable silence between the two continued as both of them kept walking. Epel’s mind however, was quite the opposite. It wasn’t silent at all.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he was walking with them alone. It was like the world slowed down, and Yuu was the only thing he could focus on. He tried to calm down his racing heart, but it was no use.

Epel bit his lip, debating on whether to talk to them or not. Then, he thought about the love letter hidden in his arms.

“Hey…” He began, his voice quiet and uncertain.

“Hm?” Yuu slowed down their pace, matching with his.

“Can I ask you something…?” Epel’s question was tentative, almost nervous. He avoided looking directly at Yuu, his gaze moving to the ground instead.

“Shoot,” Yuu stopped in place, waiting for him to speak.

Epel stopped waking as well, feeling more nervous than he liked. He stood awkwardly beside them, still not looking directly at Yuu. He fumbled with the paper under his arm before finding his words.

“You…You won’t laugh at me,” He mumbled, his heartbeat quickening. He didn't want them to think less of him for his question.

“Huh? No, of course I won’t. I’m not Ace—you can trust me, Ep.”

Epel had to stop himself from snickering upon hearing Ace’s reference.

He finally looked at Yuu, his depression a little hopeful. “Y-you promise? You won’t laugh or make fun of me or anything?”

“I promise. Now tell me—you’re killing me here.”

Epel took a deep breath, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He gathered his courage, finally speaking the question that had been weighing on his mind. “I was wondering if… if…”

He swallowed hard, struggling to say the words. His cheeks reddening even more, his nervousness taking over. He tried to control the sudden shakiness in his voice.

“If you’d want to… spend some time with me tomorrow. J-Just the two of us. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. I just…want to hang out with you.”

Yuu smiled, answering with a gentle voice. “Sure. I’ll meet you in the courtyard tomorrow after classes are over.”

Epel’s heart skipped a beat when Yuu agreed to spend time with him. He couldn’t believe it. They actually said yes! He tried not to show too much excitement, but his face betrayed him as a wide smile spread across his face.

“The courtyard, tomorrow after classes,” he repeated as if making sure he heard them right. “I’ll see you then.”

His heart seemed like it was about to burst from happiness. It was definitely going to be a long night for him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Epel stood in the courtyard, his heart racing once again. He had a brand new love letter ( since Vil forced him to make a new one after seeing the original all crumpled) clutched tightly in his hands, replacing the old one from before. 

He shifted nervously on his feet as he looked around, waiting for Yuu to appear. He kepts his gaze on the ground, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. Time seemed to slow down, making the wait even more excruciating…

“Hi, Epel. Sorry I’m late,” Yuu smiled as they approached.

As soon as he heard their familiar voice, Epel’s head snapped up to look at Yuu. His face brightened with a mix of relief and excitement.

“Hey! It’s…It’s no problem,” He gave Yuu a small, somewhat sheepish smile, his grip on the love letter tightening.

Silence settled between the two for a moment, Epel’s mind racing with thoughts about what to say or do next.

“...so…” Yuu started off, breaking the awkward yet somewhat comfortable silence. “What’s the paper for?”

As soon as the silence was broken by their question, Epel’s nerves returned in full force. He had to resist the urge to drop the love letter and run away. This was it. He had already come this far, no point in backing out now.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before finally holding out the letter towards Yuu.

“It’s a… a letter. For you,” He mentally facepalmed. So much for trying to remain calm and casual.

“Oh, thank you,” Yuu gently took the letter from him, opening it and mentally reading it.

As they took the letter from him, Epel’s heart pounded impossibly fast. He watched them intently, his entire body tense with anticipation. He had poured out his feelings into that letter, baring his heart on paper. Now, he could only hope they would understand and not think less of him.

His mind was a swirling mess of thoughts. What if Yuu didn’t like it? Or what if they laugh at him? He pushed those thoughts down, trying to calm himself and simply wait for their reaction.

Yuu looked back up at him, a small smile played on their lips and a faint blush on their cheeks. “This is really sweet of you, Epel.”

As Yuu looked up at him with that smile and the faintest hint of blush on their cheeks, Epel could almost cry from relief. He hadn’t expected Yuu to react so well. It was almost as if he could breathe again after holding his breath.

His heart swelled with with happiness. They didn’t make fun of him, they didn’t get annoyed at him. They found his letter…sweet.

He couldn’t help the slight blush that spread across his own face, trying to downplay it with a shrug. “Ah…it’s nothing special.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As the two of them stood there talking, unbeknownst to either one, Vil and Rook were watching from a distance. They were hidden behind a tree, observing the interaction between Yuu and Epel. 

Vil smirked, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. Rook stood beside him, an interested glint in his eyes.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

[tomikashii]

tokyo debunker : obscuary ghouls with deaf mc

in light of another potentional obscuary centred episode coming soon, here is the obscuary version ! 💗

warning: ooc (?)

edward :

lived almost 400 years on earth so we damn well know that he knows how to sign (he was there when ASL was first invented 💀)

would sign to you immediately, the moment rui was busy signing to you. “i have lived here for centuries, i sure have met a ton of people like you.” he explains.

but his signing skills.. is abit rusty. his version of ASL was probably when it was first invented so you would see such unfamiliar but familiar techniques.

he doesn't go out much so don't even bother to think of running into him on campus. if there was a light of day where he does run into you there, he would use his parasol to shade you, gesturing you to turn around and meet his face up close.

would still invite you to watch videos with him. just turn on the subtitles & make do from there (he is so silly, i love him)

doesn't go on missions so the closest to him protecting you is from the door that is opening while you are going through your notifications from your phone, not aware of your surroundings.

rui :

knows what is ASL but never got the chance to learn it actually

so when he first met you, he immediately jumped on to the conclusion on learning ASL so when you do see him again, he could communicate with you 🥹

learns off the internet and would ask you for assistance. gets very hesistant and even moves away when you unconsciously almost touched his hand to sign properly 😭

would protect you from a distance, because of his curse.. he would really rely on the other ghouls or even lyca to protect you while on a mission with him.

when you do help rui with his bar, he lets you do tasks that is within his line of vision. whenever you show a sign of struggle, he would go over to your side and help out.

watch him threaten to disintegrate any customers if they mistreat you in any way ��️ (i see him deploying lyca like a pokemon)

lyca:

a huge question mark. “.. you can't hear? are they broken?” “LYCA!” you did not hear that interaction between subaru & lyca but only see haku scratching the back of his neck awkwardly & subaru giving you a nervous smile.

had a hard time learning ASL but would go to subaru for help so that he can be more human & talk to one of his friends

since you are together quite often, he isn't afraid to defend you from the general students who will talk badly about you. so, imagine seeing lyca suddenly shouting angrily at some general students while subaru holding him back TT-TT

protects you during missions. would just jump or pounce on you to push you out of the way, using his body as a shield. when he turned into a werewolf & almost bit you, he literally started fighting himself, nudging you out of his sight.

whenever he sees you on campus, he would grab a hold of your shoulders & start shaking you so that you would turn and face him. (he thinks this will help your hearing to comeback...)

another person who would call out for you and realise that you can't hear so he would awkwardly walk over to you. 🧍🏻‍♀️

refer to my masterlink pinned on my blog for the other houses ! 💌

[purplesannnieee]

Lay All Your Love On Me

A/n: Currently, I'm caught up on all the ep in tdb, though I still haven't got Jiro's personality, so I heavily apologize if I do him wrong @sunncat! This literally doesn't help either bc I haven't watched Demon Slayer, so I don't fully know Shinobu other than some vids I watched from Tik Tok 💀. I hope you enjoy this though! And I really do apologize for when you read this, it isn't how you thought it would go TT (I also apologize the fact that it's a bit rushed(?)), 1.4k words, somewhat grammar checked, or technically partially proof read? goodnight cheese

summary: as a second year at darkwick academy, you used to be under vagastrom before transferring to mortkranken for unknown reasons. while yuri's glad that it isn't just him and jiro who are ghouls, jiro's rather curious to why specifically mortkranken. warnings: mentions of death, erm, fem!reader that's similar to shinobu kocho, shawty, I don't know shit about anything medical, so to whomever reads this that is way more of an expert in this, I'm so sorry, if I potentially make you pissed in any way, mentions of self-harm(through poison), reader makes jiro's heart go boom boom boom boom boom (i hope someone gets what i'm referring to), oh, and vague ahh mention of alan, I think jiro might be a lil bit ooc, yeah, he is, mf be peeking a lil bit, but more out of admiration than erm, nasty boy thought reasons, oh fuck, this is a bit angsty, whoops, poor yuri's a bit traumatized

Life always managed to piss you off. You used to express it too, though not anymore really. You truly did enjoy your stay at Vagastrom, however, you had your reasons as to why you transferred to Mortkranken. Despite the captain hoping you would open up, you wouldn't budge. This was something you would rather keep to yourself. Well, if only that stupid Masterpiece News, whoever it was, decided to leak about your sister dying from the Clash. Despite wanting to murder whoever did it, you figured that would be for another time. For now, you were more focused on finding a way to kill the bastard that killed your sister in the first place.

Before you knew it, class had ended. Admittedly, despite being in the same year as both Yuri and Jiro, you didn't always share the same classes with them. Well, it's not like you could do much about that. You did have different goals from them after all. Granted, while you had the same effort and energy for yours just like Yuri's, you considered it more noble than yours. And for the most part, he didn't seem to care much about it.

Well, maybe not upfront. However, instead, Jiro would ask you as the two of you would sometimes walk to class from Mortkranken's dormitory. "Y/n, Yuri wants to see us," Jiro said, as you looked up to the taller male. You were inclined to not smile, but you simply nodded your head. "Where at?" You asked cheerfully, as you passed by some people. Some of them, whisper, confused as to how you could manage to be in the presence of "Frankenstein". Especially with some of your former house members, which you couldn't help but scoff. For a bunch of delinquents, were they seriously that scared of a rumor? Not that you remembered much of the clash, considering before it happened, you were cursed to fall asleep, the "Sleeping Beauty" curse as they called it, and while you weren't sure if you were actually kissed, nobody would talk about it, just that you were cured from it.

You even tried to get Yuri to tell you how you got cured, yet for someone who brags, he quite literally shut up about it. ". . . y/n?" Jiro asked as you snapped out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized how close the taller male was to your face until now, trying not to react much, before letting out a laugh. "Ah, sorry about that. Just some thinking," you mused, looking up at him. "Mind repeating where at again?" You asked as the taller male looked at you, before shrugging, "Back at the dormitory," he said, as you let out a "huh".

As the two of you were walking, Jiro looked at you, though you didn't pay attention much to it. While he wasn't as curious, he did recall Yuri wanting him to ask you your reasons as to why you switched to Mortkranken specifically. Granted, you were as great when it came to researching as your strength, which sometimes Yuri would ask you to help Jiro out; though that was for whenever there was an anomaly that needed to be captured. It was quite simple. Whenever there was a strong anomaly, you would infect it with poison through your katana, while Jiro would use his chainsaw.

Before you knew it, the two of you arrived at the dormitory, as you entered inside first. Looking around, you felt confused, noticing that Yuri wasn't there. "Is Yuri perhaps downstairs?" You asked as you turned around to look at Jiro. The taller man shrugged, before speaking. "No, he's still in class," he said blatantly, your eyes confused, though you still decided to politely smile at him. "So you lied to me…huh, I would've never expected that from you," you said, as you took a seat. You had to admit, that while you didn't know Jiro fully well, you were comfortable with him. Probably a bit more compared to Yuri, though you understood that Yuri had good intentions, even if he were well…prideful and arrogant.

Probably a bit more compared to Yuri, though you understood that Yuri had good intentions, even if he were well…prideful and arrogant. You watched Jiro as he looked at you, before nodding. "Yes," he said, as the corner of your smile twitched. How annoying. "What made you decide to do that?" Your question made him glance at you temporarily, as he grabbed a few tools. "Simple, I'm doing a health inspection. Yuri said it's been long overdue," he said, as you frowned, before sighing, as you decided not to fight over it.

You watched Jiro as he looked at you, before nodding. "Yes," he said, as the corner of your smile twitched. How annoying. "What made you decide to do that?" Your question made him glance at you temporarily, as he grabbed a few tools. "Simple, I'm doing a health inspection. Yuri said it's been long overdue," he said, as you frowned, before sighing, as you decided not to fight over it. "Ha ha ha ha! You're acting like a cat now," he laughed, as your eye slightly twitched. A cat? The thought of you being compared to a cat made you feel a bit more irritated, still trying to keep ahold of your emotions. "I'm not so sure about that," you let out a laugh, trying not to look affected. Jiro didn't say much, though he simply smiled, before stopping for a moment. "Ah, that reminds me. Could you change real quick?" He asked as you were close to snapping. Instead, you gave him a smile, agreeing, before waiting until he turned around before you turned around as well, changing out of your uniform.

While you were preoccupied with changing, Jiro wasn't the type to really peak. And yet, he was curious as to your body. Well, he supposed that thought would occur since he was the one that woke you up from the curse. Slowly, he glanced, admiring your body. It was rather smooth compared to his, though to be fair, you seemed like the type to take care of yourself. And yet, you seemed a bit more frail than when he first met you. Your personality truly did have changed from the past two years the more that he thought of it.

Noticing you were almost done changing, he looked away, curious as to why out of all houses to transfer to, why Mortkranken? "Alright, let's get this over with," you said, as you watched him take out a few tools. He took out a stethoscope, checking your heart rate. "Heart rate, 80 bpm," he noted, before grabbing a pressure gauge. He placed it inside your arm, checking it. "Blood pressure, 89/59," he said to himself, noting that as well. Before you knew it, he did a few things, before finishing, as he placed the tools away.

"Have you been consuming Foxglove?" For once since being in Mortkranken, a shocked gaze appeared in your eyes, gazing in his red eyes. You were confused at first before it finally connected. "Is this why you wanted to do a health check on me?" You asked, dropping your smile. You had to admit, you hadn't expected for Jiro to figure it out. Though then again, his knowledge was in some ways greater than yours; which didn't surprise you as much. "So you did," he stared at you, before frowning. "There isn't any reason for you to. Seems like at least you took small pieces, but it's affecting your health," he said, as the corner of your lips turned down.

"That's none of your fucking business," you said, before hearing Jiro beginning to laugh. The fact that he laughed was both confusing, infuriating, and yet beautiful, actually, you were going to stop yourself from there. "I missed that bluntness," Jiro said, managing to calm himself, as he smiled at you. Before you knew it, you could feel your face turn red, scoffing. "Shut up! You're being awfully weird now," you turned your face away from him. You didn't like how you could feel your heart beating fast, as you could feel cold hands on your face, before gently looking back now at Jiro.

While you wouldn't admit it, if you were asked who out of all the students at Darkwick was pretty, Jiro would honestly be the only one you would think of. "Y/n, I may not know why you're deciding to poison yourself. But, whatever problems you're facing, please, don't. In fact, lay all your love on me," he said, as you could feel his face closer to yours. ". . . May I kiss you?" He asked, before being toppled down on the ground, as you kissed him. You let go for a moment, looking at him. "I'll be Frankenstein's girlfriend," you said before the two of you kissed. Unfortunately, neither of you heard Yuri's steps. "The two of you! Go kiss somewhere else!" He screamed, a bit horrified, as the two of you stopped to look at him, before laughing, leaving the captain more frustrated, as the two of you eventually went to your room. Unfortunately, both of you had to go back for Jiro's medication.

[taesanluv3r]

flower shop confessions.

kim woonhak x reader

another woonhak love confession story 😭 im sorry im just really obsessed w the idea of woonhak telling his crush he likes her and it cld go so many ways and i feel like i HAVE to put all my ideas out there TT ALSO this is rlly ass cause im still on my trip and didnt bring my laptop so pls pls excuse the spelling mistakes / grammatical errors 💔 i just REALLY needed to write this 😭😭 okay lowercase intended, pls enjoy <3

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listen to 1980s horror film by wallows while reading...!

he didn't know what it was. maybe it was the way she said his name, the way each syllable ran smoothly out of her mouth. perhaps it was the concern on her face when his clumsy self tripped over his own shoelaces, and the constant nagging and scolding she'd give him afterwards. it could be just…her in general. the way her hair fell down below her shoulders, how she wore her clothes in such a way so she wouldn't look as short as she really was. whatever it was, kim woonhak was completely and utterly, ridiculously in love with her...with yn ln.

yet he was absolutely oblivious.

sure he knew he felt something, why else would his heart beat faster when she was nearby? why on earth would his ears perk up upon hearing her name? even worse when he hears her voice. but the idiot was nothing more than a child, an immature little prick who couldn’t quite grasp the concept of being in love. these feelings confused him, there was no way he could understand them himself, he needed some help.

“what’s up, kid?”

myung jaehyun. arguably the best person to ask for advice from, and historically the worst! but hey, you live and you learn; not with jaehyun though, there is not a single thought in his head. “hyung i need your help, i was gonna ask taesan hyung but i figured he’d make fun of me…” he spoke naturally, not an ion of nervousness in his voice, but this was before he started to think about her again. “it’s yn, yn ln” he began, heart beating faster already. jae nodded his head slightly, allowing the younger boy to continue.

“i don’t know how i feel about her. i don’t think i like her like that, but whenever she’s around i just get so nervous and my whole body gets on this fight or flight mode. she makes me so…breathless? yeah, it’s like she physically stabbed me in the gut and stole all of my organs. i don’t get it, i used to be able to talk to her so easily but nowadays i just…can’t? not without panicking inside and stuttering. she’s ruining my cool guy persona!!! what do i do!?”

the senior boy let out a chuckle, finding the junior’s rant and obvious infatuation for the girl a little bit hysterical. woonhak was even more lost now, lifting an eyebrow up in utter confusion when his friend finally calmed himself down. “look kid, it’s obvious you have feelings for her. and it’s okay to not know what that feeling is. just go with your gut on this, and if you’re still unsure…give it a couple days and when you’re really desperate, tell her. tell her all the things you told me. i can’t guarantee you any great outcome, but maybe it’ll help” the younger boy nodded, bidding the myung guy goodbye before leaving the highschool’s library and deciding to get some fresh air on his walk home.

about halfway through his walk he felt a wave of goosebumps wash over his skin; it was odd considering the fact that the weather was exceptionally warmer today, not to mention the boy wore his school’s varsity jacket. what in the world could have caused this? and that’s when she saw her.

he sighed, the yellow-ish tint of the pretty fairy lights that combed the roof of the flower shop on the street illuminated against her skin. her hair had seemingly grown a little longer overnight, he’d know, for he remembered rather clearly that it hadn’t reached her collarbones the way it did today the day before. it was nearly six pm, but the girl still wore the star academy uniform, a white button-up with the red and blue skirt with her black sweater layered on top. she worked at the rose-scented shop after her lessons right after school three times a week, and today just so happened to be one of those days…

she was pretty, he has always thought so. ever since they bumped into each other at school one day, and coincidentally she moved into the same neighbourhood as him the next week. he had talked to her before, in fact, they were rather close. it was only recently he had been feeling different, just the mere sight of her sent grumbly butterflies to overflow his stomach. even when she did the most mundane things, like tie up her hair or take pictures of the pretty sunset, or like right now; helping some old lady pick the perfect flowers for a large bouquet…yn ln made kim woonhak’s heart melt into pieces.

he didn’t know how he got there, he must’ve been too deep in his thoughts to notice that his feet had taken him into the flower shop. the ding of the bell atop the door shook him out of his trance, and alerted the female worker. his friend, but as of right now he wanted her to be something more. “woonhak! just got back from dance practice? i hear the team has a competition at the end of the month” yn was cheerful as she rearranged some of the lavender that was left on her counter from her last customer. “mhmm, practice is going really good, heard you’re doing the decoration and costume for us?” his sentence came out breathier than usual, it was the unconscious worry that he’d say something wrong. she nodded before she began to silently sing along to the songs that shuffled from her playlist.

~ she was only seventeen, oh why are girls in songs always seventeen? ~

“is there anything i could help you with?” she asked, 1980s horror film by wallows blasting out of the vintage speaker she bought at a thrift store the other day. “yeah um, i thought, while i’m here, i should be a good child and get my mom some flowers. but if i’m honest, i don’t know what to get” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head while she mirrored his movement; except she actually had an itch on her neck. “hmm, well your mom seems like a young soul who’s got a big heart. so i’d go with the poppies, lilies and ranunculus. they symbolise youth, innocence, grace and…what was it? oh! and joy”

she looked so passionate when she spoke, and after he had agreed with her choices, kim began to stare. not in a creepy way, of course. rather, he was enchanted by her focus; her tongue stuck out as she arranged the flowers, and he noticed her little huffs in annoyance when the loose strands of hair fell against her face. she looked so…in her element and all the boy could think was…’shit, she’s perfect’

~ she was from a movie scene, and now she plays in my head all day ~

“alright, here you go!” yn smiled brightly, handing the boy the bouquet and the pennies of change. “ah, thank you so much!” he mimicked her grin, heart-eyes all too obvious as he retrieved the flowers from her grasp. “anything else i could help you with?” she asked finally, tilting her head slightly as she did so. now was his chance, he’d have to play it smooth…it was now or never, kim woonhak had to confess.

he thought about his next move as if he were playing a game of chess. the advice he had gotten from jaehyun earlier retrograded in his mind. then he remembered where he stood, and i don’t mean that as in mentally, i mean physically; in a flower shop. just perfect.

“yeah, so basically i’m in love with this girl, and i wanted to know if there was a flower to say…eternal love? or you know, something of that sense” smooth one woonhak, smooth. there was a slight frown that casted upon the girl’s face, but before he could ask her what was wrong, she had straightened herself out and began helping him out. “yes! um- red roses, they’re a classic for this…here, i just un-thorned this one” her voice came out quieter, juxtaposing the way she usually was. instead of worrying him, her reaction gave him a slight bit of hope. he grabbed the single rose from her, thanking her before he pretended to leave. once he was at the foot of the door he turned on his heels,

"oh!"

he exclaimed, walking back towards her counter when she lifted an eyebrow at him in confusion. “this is for you, actually…so um, call me?” and he handed her back the rose, shooting her a crooked smile and quick wink before pacing out of the store to save himself from further embarrassment, just in the case that she didn’t feel the same.

later that evening, when kim woonhak laid on his comfy bed, the one with the tayo the little bus bed sheets he's had for ages, he felt a sickening feeling of nerves racking throughout his body. she still hasn’t called or texted. but all that worry was to be washed away when his phone chimed a familiar sound.

yn (pls love me 💔):

i love you too, woonhak <3 see you at school tomorrow? and thank u for the rose 🌹

...

SCORE!

the end.

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LMAOAOAO this was so random idk 😭 again sorry if this sucks balls im still away n dont have my laptop </3 love u guys tysm for reading. feedback n reblogs r greatly appreciated!! love, kona.

[jellyarchived]

How do you think the welcome home cast would react to a reader who plays the mc of some kids show like the sesame streets or a reader who usually acts in musicals like ride the cyclone or heathers

Sorry if it sounds too much this is actually my first time requesting TT

Hello dear Anon! Don't sweat it! Your request is quite fine, I'm honored to be the first person you requested to write this!

Welcome Home Cast with a gn! Neighbor who plays the MC in a children's show

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Warnings: /

𖤐 I won't beat around the bush, but the whole neighborhood was amazed by it! A neighbor who plays the most important role in a show! And it's their neighbor!

𖤐 Sally Starlet, once she got to hear about it, she definitely had stars as eyes once she heard of it! She was completely over the stars about it! (Possibly even the moon!)

𖤐 expect that she will learn your lines, a true theater kid by heart! You could possibly even call her your biggest fan! (Now thinking about it, if you were someone who acts in musicals, there will be a big BIG hint that she wants to re-act those musicals with you!)

𖤐 Julie Joyful really was joyful! Ecstatic! You could name them all! She was possibly giddy once you talked about it, getting stars in her eyes like Sally! It must be fun being the star of the show!

𖤐 Frank Frankly, the well known bookworm in the neighborhood may not have been as amazed or possibly be even joyful like Julie was, but it certainly caught their attention. Maybe you could even turn their frown slightly upside down! (But you clearly didn't hear that from me!)

𖤐 Barnaby b. Beagle, well known prankster in the neighborhood finds himself impressed! Even gives you a slight praise with a pat on the back, but it's expected that'll he'll crack at least a joke (maybe even two if he feels like it!)

𖤐 Howdy Pillar found himself rather jolly, or well rather a bit more jolly! (which he always is! It's quite hard to express his character), you could even find him nodding along while you're talking, he's all ears after all.

𖤐 Eddie Dear (who's often busy delivering letters to the neighborhood) does make time to listen to what you have to say, he's happy! For you especially! But you could expect that he'll forget it after awhile, it isn't a complete bummer, he'll try to remember it (and even if he doesn't, he'll have the same reaction even if you tell him again!)

𖤐 Poppy Partridge really got her feathers raised! (In a positive light of course) even if she seemed rather frantic, it didn't seem like she minded on you being a important role in a show– specifically for kids, but at least it wasn't bad news she had to hear! (Even if she does think of the worst outcome, it felt better to prove her thought wrong instead!)

𖤐 last but not least, Wally Darling had his usual smile on his face, feeling quite happy for you! But he still views you as well, you! MC of a children's show or not, you're still his neighbor after all! Nothing will change his perspective. But you knew that already, didn't you?

𖤐 the neighbors still love you the same way of course! Being a important role in a children's show shows no difference to anyone, that wouldn't be neighborly of them after all! It's you who they see! Their neighbor who just happenes to be well known to children.

[kmigyubs]

[숭호, 동휸] — ₊˚⊹ ᰔ the newspaper boy, school president and I.

Pairing(s) : KIM DONGHYUN [Leehan] & PARK SUNGHO x [GN] reader

Genre : fluff, love triangle + a crap ton of drama.

Summary : Sungho is the boy who delivers the weekly newspapers to a small town in Busan. Donghyun was your typical school president, snarky and the top student (though it is barely mentioned). What did these two acquaintaned strangers have to common? They both liked [...]— they're in a secret competition where they both won (but not in the way they anticipated)..

Warning/contents : nothing much but a ton of mixed-feelings. there might be mistakes here + English is not my first language ^^ they/them used ! (+I might accidentally use the wrong prns and im sorry in advanced :)

a/n : ive wrote this about a month or two ago , and the plot isn't particularly the best. but i thought id post it for leehan day (love him sm). I wanna write smth for riwoo too but im tired TT maybe sometime soon

AUGUST 25, Wednesday

Birds were chirping, and [...] was awoken by the sunlight hitting their face through the windows of their room ...

They sat up in their bed, stretching their sore and numb body with a yawn, tired as fuck but still they have to get up anyway.

School didn't start until 8.30 AM, and it was only 7. They had all the time in the world before actually getting ready, thus they stood up from the bed and walked downstairs to where the kitchen was.

And there was food prepared for them, probably made by their parent as per usual before they had to go to work. Before that, they took a mug and began preparing a cup of coffee to start off the morning properly by being awoken by the aroma scent and caffeine from the coffee they were going make.

And there was a thud from the window- [...] smiled softly to himself, having quite the idea who was outside at the front of their house.

They placed the mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to the front door and opening it, calling out to the person.

"Hey, Sungho !"

The news boy's eyes seemed to widen, even if they couldn't see it. He stopped pedalling his bicycle, looking back at the person that called out to him from the door of the house he just threw a newspaper to. He grinned sheepishly, waving at them.

"Hi, [...]-ah .."

[...] had known Sungho for quite some time now, ever since their parents decided to move here awhile back. Sungho would come by every Monday to drop by some newspapers, like he would do to every house.

But for whatever reason, that one time they invited him for a little bit inside their house because they made pasta, but accidentally made too much, so they insisted on Sungho to eat until he felt stuffed by the pasta. It was a bit akward at first, but they've gotten used to seeing eachother some mornings. That's kind of how they became friends.

"Would you like to come inside if you have time to spare ? I'm brewing some coffee." [...] asked him with a smile of their own inviting him in. Sungho politely declined with a head shake.

"No worries, I'm good ...."

"Oh ? Why's that ?" [...] asked him with a curious head tilt, acting as if he didn't have anything else to do.

"I have to head to school later, I just need to deliver these boys really quick." Sungho replied, gesturing to the newspaper on the wagon that was connected to his bicycle.

"Oh ...- huh, school ?" They asked puzzled. "I thought you do homeschool .."

"I do- I did." He said, pedalling back a bit so he could talk to the other easier.

"I just transferred to a school, you see. My mother has enough money to send me to school, now."

[...] cooed, nodding in understanding. "I see ... that's nice." They're happy that Sungho seemed to be thrilled of the idea of finally going to a public school, since he told them about how his family was struggling financially ... they wish they could do anything to help, but atleast he gets to go to a school now.

They heard a sound coming from their coffee machine, indicating that his coffee was done brewing.

"Well, hm. I guess you should go, I don't wanna hold you back." They said.

Sungho chuckled, waving his hand. "It's okay, I don't mind really.. but yeah, I should go. See you soon, [...]."

"You too, Sungie." They said with a wave, returning back inside the home and closing the door.

Sungho took a pause.. suddenly smiling giddily. Was that a nickname he heard ? That was cute.

He turned back forward, beginning to peddle again to deliver the rest of the newspapers to the upcoming houses.

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[...] took their sweet old tome to get ready despot having an hour and a half to get ready ...

They got on their motorcycle, which was their father's. They tended to use it to get to school most of the time- when they didn't feel like taking the van they would usually go on.

So the moment they arrived, they were greeted by the school president. Stoic and super duper mature as per usual.

"Ehem, [...]-ah," he started, readjusting the from of his glasses over the bridge of his nose, folding his arms as he stared down at the other.

"You're late- again. It's the third time this week."

"I know, Donghyun ..."

[...] looked.up at him, puppy eyes. Arms clenched together. A big frown stuck on their face ...

".... But we're friends, Donghyun-ssi. Could you forgive me ?? Good people forgive ..."

"Blah blah blah, there you go again with your blackmailing." Donghyun snapped back at them. He sighed, and [...] tried their best to suppress the smile that crept onto his expression, knowing that they'd be forgiven. They stood up straight, giggling with a little 'thank you'.

Donghyun huffed in annoyance, annoyed with himself on how he'd let them get away with trouble again.

But, oh. The smile on their face was just so... irresistible. They looked way too cute to be a little troublemaker that got away with anything and everything.

Donghyun had an idea bulb turn on in his head- If [...] was going to blackmail him .. then so will he.

He then added, "But under one condition."

[...] wiped the cheeky smile on their face, now looking up at him with a soft hum of response.

They then groaned. "Eish ... fine. What is it that you need ?"

"Hm, see ... the principal assigned me to take care of a new student coming in today, but I have to assist some teachers and students for the programme on next Monday. Can you help the new student, perhaps ?"

[...] looked up at him, fortunately seeming a bit interested hearing about having to help a new student.

"Okay, kind of weird they'd join mid senior year. But sure .... What do I get out of this ?"

"My forgiveness and not punishing you for being late, obviously."

They rolled their eyes in response. "Okay, fine."

Donghyun looked at their expression, grinning from ear to ear. They were just so .... adorable. He just ruffled their hair up.

"Okay. Just wait at the principal office, he'll be there-"

He was suddenly distrupted by the sound of someone approaching, footsteps coming towards them.

"Is ... are you... Kim Donghyun?"

[...] was still facing Donghyun, not seeing the presence of whoever it was that was behind them. But something tells them that the voice was ... awfully familiar. Like they had just heard it ..... weird.

They turned around, surprised to see who was there - the newspaper boy was there, Sungho.

".... Sungho ?"

Sungho's gaze went to [y/n], his doe eyes widening in surprise seeing the person he just saw in the earlier morning.

"[...]... ? You go to this school ??"

Donghyun only stared at them while they conversated, pure confusion on his face.

"So ... you two know eachother or...?"

Sungho looked back at Donghyun, nodding in response to his confused question.

"That's right ... I see [...] when I deliver the newspapers in the morning, sometimes."

Donghyun nodded in return to Sungho, crossing his arms together once again (can you tell it's a habit of his by now ?)

"Okay, than it makes everything easier. [...] will help you around for today, since I'll be busy. Is that okay ?"

"Mhm .... that's okay. Thank you ...." Sungho mumbled to the other as he went away.

Sungho looked back to [...], a sheepish grin on his face. The one that he usually had whenever he was either akward, or excited. Not sure what it is this time.

"Well ... I guess I should show you around. Follow me, Sungie."

When they turned away to lead him to someplace else, Sungho couldn't help but smile giddily, just as he did earlier. Oh my .... [...] used that nickname again !!!! They were just so unbelievably cute to Sungho, he couldn't help it.

He snapped out of his thoughts when they called for him. Fumbling, he quickly followed them to get a tour of this place.

———

"Okay, just bring that over here and we should be all good ..."

The teacher instructed him, and Donghyun pushed the cheap foldable table over to the spot he was told. The teacher smiled in satisfaction.

"Thank you for helping the programme out, Kim. You're such a great student."

Donghyun sighed, smiling back at the teacher as he rested his hands on the table he had just pushed.

"It's fine, I'm free to help always. It's my job, is it not ?" The teacher chuckled. "I guess you're right ..."

The teacher was called over by some other students that were helping with the setup, thus she left Donghyun to go ahead and help them.

Donghyun was now left alone- well, with his friend Sanghyeok who was somebody of the student council team.

Sanghyeok was telling him about some crazy shit that he was reported by some students in the school, just yapping and whatnot.

He was barely listening to what the other was saying, just nodding along to whatever he was saying, until he heard him say,

"-Where's [...], by the way ?"

"Ah, [...]-ah. They're with Sungho."

"Sungho ...?"

"Yup. The new student."

Sanghyeok hummed. "I see ... if [...] wasn't doing so, they'd probably be following you around right now."

"Right .... he's like a little Adopt me pet."

"...???" Donghyun stared at him "You play that game too much hyeok."

Sanghyeok snorted. "I know, sorry."

Donghyun was staring ahead as Sanghyeok continued to speak to him about random things- he saw [...] with that new kid, Sungho.

[...] seemed to be thrilled by the new presence of Sungho in the school. They were chuckling contagiously as they chatted with Sungho, as they both walked past the hall Sanghyeok and Donghyun was in.

For whatever reason, Donghyun felt some sort of ... resent. Towards the way [y/n] seemed so comfortable with Sungho, to be exact.

[...] was his best friend, and they had other friends other than Donghyun himself of course and he was usually fine with it.

But for whatever reason, this time he felt some sort of uneasiness from the sight of the two together. Uncomfortable if you will.

Sungho was just a new student and Donghyun was fine with him. But knowing that he and [...] had some sort of friendship and connection before Sungho joined the school didn't sit right with him.

———

AUGUST 28, Saturday

One morning, Donghyun was making up a quick meal for himself before having to start of the day properly, a bowl of carbonara ramen. Just something simple nothing too special.

He heard the noise of something being thrown to the window of his house.

He raised a brow at the commotion. He turned and went to the said window, sliding the curtain aside so he could see what it was.

He seemed surprised to see the uhm- it was a newspaper, and it was sent by none other than the newspaper boy, Sungho.

Donghyun narrowed his eyes at the sight of the other. He went over to the front door and opened it to see him.

"Hey, you." Donghyun said, which made the other boy stop moving forward.

"Yes ?" Sungho asked, tilting his head.

"I .. you never delivered newspaper here before, huh ?"

"Oh, yeah I usually skip this street because there's already cable television here. But i thought you'd want one."

Donghyun seemed to be very puzzled, to say the least. It was oddly specific how Sungho started to deliver to him right after he transferred in .. maybe he just wanted to be acquaintances, or something.

Donghyun nodded, grabbing the newspaper that was laying right by the window.

"Right, thanks ..." Sungho nodded with a grin, pedalling away.

Donghyun brought that paper inside and tossed it onto the coffee table, knowing that he wouldn't read it at all.

He went back to get the bowl of ramen from the kitchen counter and eat it, but he couldn't help but overthink the whole encounter. It was strange, or maybe Donghyun was just more of an overthinking bitch.

..... It might be his overthinking again, but what if Sungho just came here to tease him and whatnot. Maybe he noticed that Donghyun was green with resent whenever Sungho was hanging out with [...].

But it's probably nothing. Sungho can't be that smart to notice how he felt.

Donghyun scrunched his face up in annoyance. Okay, he actually hates being an overthinking bitch.

He took the bowl of ramen to the dining table, and began nomming on his food as he tried not to think about it.

He fished his phone from the pocket of his pajamas to scroll on social media as he ate. He realised that he had received a couple messages from [y/n]. He opened the messages and read them.

'Hyunhyun, do you wanna hangout with me and Sungho? It's okay if you can't..'

...? 'It's ok if you can't?' Not 'want'? So they're willing to see me? They want me so bad.

Donghyun was clearly being delusional, but all he needs to do to keep his hopes high right?

He thought about it, before he wrote back a reply to them.

'Ok. When?'

'ill pick you up in 30 minutes!'

Donghyun gave their message a thumbs up. Donghyun practically got up almost immediately, abandoning his meal to go and get ready quickly, since he's aware that [...] was going to pick him up in half an hour- he didn't wanna be late.

———

Sungho was sitting in the passenger seat of [...]'s car whilst on the way to Donghyun's house, almost an hour later. He fiddled with his fingers awkwardly as they kept on talking to him about certain things. He just chuckled, and nodded if he needed to, to anything that [...] said.

[...] eventually looked over to Sungho once they reached a red light, cutting himself off when he realised how uncomfortable Sungho seemed to be.

Their expression softened, looking back ahead when the light turned green. "Hm ... what's up with you ?"

Sungho sighed, shaking his head. "It's nothing, it's ... kind of dumb."

"Oh .. just tell me, I won't judge."

Sungho tried go avoid looking at [...], instead looking at the view outside of the window.

"... I don't think Donghyun likes me that much .."

[...]'s expression was understanding, but they felt a bit curious.

"Oh ? How come ? I thought you told me that you saw him this morning."

"Yes, I did .. but he didn't seem to be liking me that much, you know ?"

[...] hummed in response as they listened to him. "Well, he takes a bit of time to get used to someone new. It's not you, it's just Donghyun ...."

Sungho nodded to what they said, but he still thought about how Donghyun had acted towards him in his first few days of school the week before. He seemed cold. Like he didn't like seeing Sungho.

He didn't know why he felt like he needed Donghyun's approval so badly- maybe because he's [...]'s friend ? Yes, that's right .... He wanted to be good with everyone [...] knows.

"I guess so ..."

They reached Donghyun's home eventually. [...] dropped him a message to let him know that they're here, and then comes Donghyun towards the car.

"Hello hyunhyun." [...] smiled at the rear view mirror, looking at Donghyun as he entered and settled in the backseat.

"Hey, [...]." Donghyun replied ... he looked to Sungho, and just said a simple 'hi'.

Sungho nodded at him to let him know he's acknowledging him, but Sungho still felt the sense of uneasiness in himself.

[...] began driving again, driving towards the mall. Donghyun was playing on his phone, while Sungho continued to stare out the window to avoid both of their gazes.

The trip seemed to be what Donghyun expected. [...] going to a shit ton of stores in the mall and buying almost anything relatively cute that they saw in the stores. And of course them making Donghyun carry out all of the bags from their shopping.

What Donghyun noticed though was that [...] was giving Sungho more of their attention, dragging them around the stores they wanted to go to while Leehan only followed them from behind.

....The feeling of resent he envy returned within him.

When they were on the way to a toy store, he involuntarily let out a huff of annoyance- loud enough for both [...] and Sungho to hear.

They turned around to look at Donghyun and began walking backwards, looking at him with a brow raised.

"Hah ? You okay ?"

They asked. Donghyun sighed, nodding to them. With a forced fakeass smile.

"I'm good. I accidentally hit my foot against a bench." He said, and that clearly didn't happen.

But it was believable enough for [...]. They nodded, smiling in satisfaction and turning back forward to continue their journey to the store.

But Sungho .. he had a tiny feeling that his annoyance was from him ? Sungho was just good at detecting how people felt, and thus that's exactly why he kept on thinking that Donghyun disliked him. He just didn't know why Donghyun did so.

They were there shortly after. [...] was rummaging and looking at the items in the toy store, looking for a set of furniture for their Calico Critters dollhouse ...

Sungho and Donghyun were waiting for [...] outside though, the akward silence between them was deafening for Sungho. He wanted to say something to Donghyun, but he already knew he didn't like him as it is.

He tried to muster up the courage to speak to the other, but not until he spoke first,

"So ... you met [...] through your job, right ?" Donghyun asked. Sungho was a bit puzzled as to why he was trying to conversate with him about how they met eachother, but he only nodded in response.

Donghyun's hand was clenched to a fist, as he tried to fight off the feeling within him. It felt so fucking stupid to resent the guy beside him just because of his God damn friend- he doesn't know why he's so protective of [...].

"... Do you like them ? [...]-ah, I mean."

Donghyun froze when Sungho asked him that question. It was an oddly specific question ... And Donghyun wasn't sure of the answer himself.

"... I guess I do. Why do you ask ?"

Sungho immediately stiffened up at the response to his question. He expected an explanation like, "I don't really feel comfortable with [...] hanging out with you because he's my best friend" or something. But he was probably thinking wrong. Maybe Donghyun liked them as a friend.

"So.. like, you like them as a friend ?"

".... No."

Sungho felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. No way. That Kim Donghyun, a.k.a [...]'s best friend, liked him like that ?

.... He did too. This was bad.

"I never told that to anyone ... I just feel a bit confused on what I feel exactly. But I do know that I like them."

Sungho gulped. He shifted his weight from his leg to the other, feeling another sense of uneasiness.

But it wasn't because of what he thought Donghyun's dislike towards him ... He felt uneasy knowing that someone else liked the [...].

"... You like them too, don't you ?" He heard Donghyun ask so suddenly. He felt his heart pumping in adrenaline, but feeling obligated to answer it ... Truthfully.

"Ever since I first saw him when I was delivering once, like almost a year ago .."

Donghyun scoffed. He knew it.

Ever since Sungho transferred to the school he felt suspicious from the way he acted around [y/n]. And it didn't help at all after they told Donghyun about the friendship they had before he came to the school- it felt sickening.

Despite the fact he had said he was "unsure" of his feelings for [...], this was most definitely not fucking okay. He felt childish for mentally losing his temper and the way he had his arms crossed with scrunched brows.

Donghyun put the bags down by Sungho's legs. He turned and began walking away.

Sungho only stared at him, unsure of what to do.

"... Where are y-"

"Tell [...] that something came up. I want to leave."

———

AUGUST 30, Monday

Well, Donghyun had helped set up an for a programme for this Monday about the week before, remember ? The programme was basically just an early graduation event, it was about 3 months before they'd graduate senior year. Sanghyeok and Donghyun was helping out around the programme, but most of it was just Donghyun slacking off while he was stuck with his own thoughts.

Sanghyeok came to Donghyun's side once he finished with the duties he was assigned, looking over at the boy deep in thought with arms crossed.

"Wow, you really helped a lot. Thank you."

Donghyun looked up at him with a glare, sighing as he rested his head in his hand.

"Sorry. Truly."

Seeing the way he was acting, Sanghyeok began to feel concern for him. He took the seat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"What's up ? You can tell me."

"Well, it's just that .." Donghyun started, playing with the button of his uniform's sleeve.

"I like [...] ...."

"I know that—"

"But Sungho likes him too."

Sanghyeok murmured and inaudible 'oh!' once he heard what Donghyun said. They sat in a mildly akward silence as Sanghyeok thought of what he was supposed to say— I mean, what was he supposed to say to someone who was stressed over a crush ???

"... Uhm ! That's tough. But [...] is a charming one,, I'm not surprised ?"

Donghyun sent a glare to Sanghyeok's way, brows furrowed. "You're not helping."

Sanghyeok only smiled an akward one.

"Oh shit— I think a teacher's calling for me."

"?? There's no teachers here.."

But Sanghyeok had already left Donghyun alone, again.

Donghyun huffed as he leaned his back against the seat, slumping down the said seat.

"Hello.. ? Hyunhyun–ssi."

He heard someone call him while he was in a daze.

Looking up, he met with the eyes of [...].

"Oh. Hi [...]. What's up ...?" Donghyun asked them, as if he himself wasn't in emotional distress at the corner of the hall.

"Well, first of all. Sanghyeok told me to check on you because you seemed under the weather." They said, taking the seat that Sanghyeok was sitting at earlier. So Sanghyeok told them ... Oh he was so done.

"I'm fine. I've just been having .... issues."

"Issues ? Of what sort ?"

"I.. it's nothing, [...]-ie." Donghyun told them— but [...] couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle when he tried to explain. Donghyun looked at them, weirded out.

"Uhm, what's funny ?"

"'[...]-ie', you call me that whenever you're feeling vulnerable. Just tell me."

Donghyun tried his best to not flip out and [...]'s comment. Well ... They've been friends for a while, did Donghyun expect them to not know him at all or what ?

Donghyun sighed, burying his face in his hands. "... Fine. Don't tell a single soul, got it ? Well, maybe Sanghyeok is fine because that mofherfucker already knows."

[...] nodded with another chuckle, waiting him to continue on ... whatever he was gonna say and had been bothering him.

"... I don't like Sungho."

[...] almost choked on their own spit. Okay ... So Sungho wasn't wrong ! Donghyun really didn't like him. But the reason as to why Donghyun didn't like the latter was what [...]'s confused about.

"So ... Why don't you ? Sungho's a nice guy, trust me."

"I don't trust him! He's going to steal you away ...."

Evidently, [...] was clearly holding back snickers when they listened to Donghyun yap about disliking Sungho. 'Steal him away my ass'..

"Donghyun,, don't be ridiculous! Sungho will never replace my best friend, you know ? Besides, I can have more then one best friend can't I ?"

'Best friend.. oh, they don't know what I mean.'

"Uh, right. You're right, my bad." Donghyun replied back, hoping that [...] wouldn't notice the awkwardness that was washing over him.

"So ... are you gonna promise me that you'll be friends with Sungho ?"

"What—??" Donghyun asked them confused. Well, he knew he was gonna to be friends with him one way or another (did he?), but he didn't expect [...] to ask him to.

"Please ? I want all of us to be friends, not one sided hatred."

Is that what [...] saw it as ? I mean, sure, Donghyun was being a bitch for no absolute reason he knew that. But thinking about it now, he felt pretty guilty for being that way towards Sungho. He was generally a cold person, but he was extra, extra with Sungho.

"I don't hate him, I swear. I may dislike him but not to that extent."

[...] looked at him skeptical, before letting out a sarcastic 'ahhh'.

"Yes yes, I believe you .. then why are you not getting along with him, huh ?"

"What ? I— I am." Donghyun said defensively.

"Okay, then. Do you want to come over to my place to hang out with me and Sungho ?"

Donghyun sighed in reluctance, nodding in acceptance. "Sure, 'kay ..."

———

SEPTEMBER 1, Wednesday

As [...] said, now both Sungho and Donghyun were over at their place after school. And surely, the tension between them was heavy.

[...] was yapping about random shit, as per usual. Donghyun and Sungho both stayed silent as they kind of listened to them.

Sungho didn't take his eyes off the food that [...] had made while eating it, and Donghyun was sending looks his way as he himself ate.

Okay— he was being a bitch again. He told [...] he wouldn't ... he only realised so when they nudged his foot, giving him a look of their own for him to loosen up.

Donghyun let out a huff, looking back to the nervous boy.

"So ... [...] told me that you were into playing video games."

Sungho's face showed a look of surprise, probably because one— Donghyun was talking to him, two— [...] talked about him to their friends ? That's flattering.

"Yeah .. I do." Replied Sungho, almost feeling cringe at the shyness and awkwardness of his tone.

"Well, I bought my Nintendo and some games from home. I can connect it to the TV, and we can play."

Sungho's eyes lit up from the sudden and surprising invitation.

"Me ?"

"No, I'm talking to the fly above your head." Donghyun rolled his eyes. Sungho mentally palmed his forehead. He nodded in response to his question.

"If you don't mind .."

"I wouldn't be asking if I did!"

Thus, all three of them were in the comfort of [...]'s living room, [...] sitting comfortably on the sofa with a blanket over them while Donghyun and Sungho were sitting on the floor with pilliws and the blanket of their own.

They were just playing Animal Crossing, starting an island together and such.

Donghyun took Sungho for the super shy type, but while playing with him Sungho bickered with him a lot. Donghyun was surprised on how immature this dude could be aswell, getting excited when he captures an insect in the game and decorating their house.

Even during then, they chatted while playing the game, and they had multiple things in common, apparently.

"Sungho, why did fuck did you sell my statue ??"

"I needed bells. The statue was ugly as fuck anyways."

"Excuse me !?"

[...] was trying so hard not to laugh, but he bursted into little chuckles.

He got onto the floor next Donghyun, poking his side. "I told you you'd get along." They whispered.

Donghyun shoved their hand away, grunting in annoyance.

"Yes, you were right .... sorry." He whispered back.

———

SEPTEMBER 6, Monday

"[...]-ssi !!"

[...] heard someone call for them while they were walking through the hallway.

They turned back, to be greeted with a Sanghyeok running towards them.

"Uh— hi ?"

Sanghyeok and then weren't exactly close, not like he was with Donghyun anyway. They were more like acquaintances in a way.

Sanghyeok grinned at them, as if he was gonna like, about to do something devious— or something.

"I have a secret to tell you," he said, "but you can't tell anyone. Not even Donghyun or Sungho."

[...] raised a brow at him, skeptical. But they gave him the green light anyway, since he was curious.

"Okay. Go on."

Sanghyeok dragged him to the emptier part of the hall, which was by the stairs which anyone barely used.

"Okay, sooo ..." Sanghyeok leaned in slightly to whisper to their ear, his expression turning serious.

"Donghyun told me that ... Sungho likes you."

[...] narrowed his eyes. They thought he was like playing or shit, but Sanghyeok's face remained serious.

But there was more. "Donghyun likes you too. That's why he was so bitchy with Sungho at first."

...

[...] had to stop themself from having their jaw drop.

Donghyun and Sungho, their best friends .... they both liked him !?

It was flattering and all for sure, but— oh, how do they say this ...

"Hm, that's ... interesting, Sanghyeok. Uhm ... thank you ?"

[...] obviously didn't know how to react to that information, it was just so out of the blue ....

Besides, they've never seen signs from any of then. Unless, he was just too oblivious to it. They tried to recall it, but they really didn't remember shit.

Donghyun and Sungho were walking together in the halls, on the way to their lockers which were near eachother.

That was, until Donghyun took notice of Sanghyeok dragging to the staircase at the end of the hall.

Donghyun stopped Sungho's talking by tugging on his arm, pointing to the direction of [...] and Sanghyeok at the end of the hall.

Sungho squinted his eyes. He readjusted the glasses he was wearing and stared ahead.

"I ... who is [...]-ah with ?" Sungho asked out of curiosity.

"That's my friend from the counselling team, Lee Sanghyeok."

Sungho hummed in acknowledgement, looking at the both of them in the distance still.

"What are they doing."

Donghyun shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know ...

Ah, [...]'s coming— act natural."

And so they did, opening their lockers and fetching their books and stuff as if they didn't witness anything.

[...] came to them, though— they walked a bit slowly, feeling a tad bit lost and confused. Thoughts running through their mind.

When [...] saw Donghyun and Sungho, they smiled, but it seemed a bit weary. Just a bit off.

Donghyun froze in his shoes. He had a feeling what this was all about ... oh, he was 100% gonna commit battery on Sanghyeok.

Though, Sungho didn't see the look of stress that took over Donghyun's face. He tilted his head, asking,

"What did.. Sanghyuk tell you ?"

"Sanghyeok."

"Yeah, whatever, what did he tell you, [...] ?"

[...] dropped his shoulders, letting out a sigh. They folded their arms together, and went straight to the freaking point.

"Sanghyeok told me that the both of you like me."

Andddd, that's what Donghyun was expecting to hear, he turned away, banging his head against the locker in distress. It's just a him thing.

Sungho's mouth agape upon hearing what they said. A faint pink adorned Sungho's cheek, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well .... this is akward ?" Sungho grinned, nervous as hell.

Donghyun glanced back to [...] during his emotional distress, a huff escaping him. From the annoyance of being exposed, but also feeling ... well shit I don't know.

"[...], we can explain ..."

[...] knitted their brows together, but they softened up upon noticing the looks that washed both of Donghyun and Sungho's expression.

They dropped their arms to the side. "I would like an explanation, please."

They were seated at the very corner table of the cafeteria— or as they liked to call it as of recently, "the meeting corner". [...] thought it was incredibly immature but who are they to talk.

[...] looked over at Donghyun, waiting for him to begin.

"So ... basically, it's a bit complicated." He started, "[...] ... when we were hanging out at the mall, I ditched ya'll because I was ... jealous. Sungho was getting more attention when he arrived, so I just stormed off. It was childish, I know. I'm a kitten when it comes to [...]'s attention."

"Kitten ..?" Sungho raised a brow.

[...] couldn't help but snicker despite the attempt of seriousness of the conversation. They cleared their throat, wanting for him to continue.

"That was also when I figured that Sungho liked you too. Now that we're in this discussion ... it's a bit dramatic for me to act this way."

Donghyun admitted, his cheeks flushing as he looked away.

[...] sighed, resting his cheeks on his hand as he leaned towards them from the opposite side of the table.

"Yeah ... I've been thinking about it ever since Sanghyeok told me so, even though it was 7 minutes ago ... it's a bit tough for me to say."

[...] paused for a second, clicking his tongue as for the dramatic sequence of the conversation.

"It's flattering ... but I don't like you two like that."

Sungho felt like slumping away, being eaten by the ground whole out of embarrassment. He only felt so because it was a bit pathetic to think that [...] would like him ... of course not. They were much much cooler than him.

But he couldn't help but feel the surge of disappointment in his chest, but he had to accept it.

It was just a random crush that he suddenly developed after all, it wasn't like he expected for anything to happen further than that (?).

Donghyun, he felt pretty more than disappointed.

He was pull on frowning and pouting, crossing his arms as he turned his head away from [...].

"I didn't need your approval anyway, dickhead."

[...] and Sungho both giggled at the ridiculousness of Donghyun. He was acting so damn immature for someone who just got rejected. Well, at least he was fine, they hoped (?)!

Sungho lost the feeling of tension. Even if he got rejected ... atleast he was on good terms. He would've been devastated if [y/n] had left them right then and there.

"You don't hate us, [...]-ah ...?"

They chuckled, shaking his head.

"No, it's really okay. You can't control you feelings sometimes, and it's fine ... I just don't, reciprocate it I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry either ... you just said we couldn't control our feelings, you can't either so it's not your fault you don't feel for any of us." Donghyun stated matter of factly, finally finished with his childlike tantrum and leaned his arms on the table.

"By the way, enough chatting. We have to study for finals ...."

"Oh, but I'm clueless on what to study." Sungho frowned.

"It's alright. We'll help you out. Let's get to the library yeah." Donghyun got up from the table, and the two others followed suit.

"[...]-ah, I know this is weird..." Sungho murmured as they all entered the library and sat at a table.

"But .. can we all be friends, still?"

[...] looked at him with narrowed eyes, confusion apparent.

"I never said I wanted to end this, Sungho."

"Phew." Sungho let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding. Donghyun only rolled his eyes at his worry, arms folded.

Sungho looked at the both of them with his small, and subtle smile.

"Then, can we all be friends for a long time?"

[...] had to hold back a giggle, thinking about how adorable that suggestion was.

"Let's be together for... the next four-hundred and nighty-nine years, deal?" Donghyun piped in. Sungho nodded in agreement, a chuckle escaping him.

"So much happened in a month's span." Sungho said. "Two weeks." Donghyun corrected him.

[...] could only smile in satisfaction as they watched Sungho and Donghyun converse with one-another. It was nice knowing that they were finally getting along ...

— But, [...] didn't hear exactly what they were talking about.

"Don't think I'm still nod holding a grudge against you for liking [...]," Donghyun said to Sungho, a hushed tone as to not let [...] hear.

Sungho scrunched his brows. "Don't care ah... Anyone would pick me over your attitude anyday, Donghyun."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for secretly following my then best friend home?

(tw alcohol abuse, probably suicidal tendencies)

I know this sounds really awful right away but bear with me. Also this is probably going to get long, sorry in advance

tl;dr I followed a guy i was friends with and had a crush on home after an argument, even after he asked me not to come to his house, bc i was worried he might hurt himself.

Last summer I (20f) moved to the US for college. I didn’t know anyone outside of college and overall I was mostly on my own which was getting a bit lonely tbh. So I was very glad when I met this guy (21m) at a party of one of my acquaintances. We got along right away and he ended up giving me his number. After that we continued talking regularly and also meeting up every now and then and overall it was a lot of fun.

At some point I started developing feelings for him but prepared myself to just wait it out and not tell him bc I knew that he liked having a very active sex life and felt like he probably wouldn’t be interested in something serious at that time.

After a few months however, he began to behave in some ways that made me pretty worried honestly. I had known that he liked to go out and party but I hadn’t known to what extent. Apparently he would get totally blackout drunk at least once a week, sometimes more than that and then he would text me or call me in the middle of the night but often I genuinely couldn’t understand what he was saying. Sometimes he would just call me like that at any time of day, crying, saying that I was his only real friend, the only person he felt safe talking to and so on. On the one hand I knew that that wasn’t healthy behaviour at all but on the other hand my crush on him kept getting worse bc who doesn’t like to feel needed.

On other occasions, he would just randomly do reckless and stupid things like one time we went to a museum and he started arguing with the guard over not being able to take any pictures and we almost got kicked out. Afterwards he laughed it off but honestly it made me feel pretty uneasy. (I didn’t tell any of my other friends about that btw, they only knew that I was seeing this guy but wasn’t dating him.)

He has told me some things about his childhood which I don’t want to share here bc he did tell me that confidentially and although this is anonymous I still don’t feel comfortable telling random people on tumblr about it. But it is severe enough for me to believe that his upbringing and the things he lived through definitely contributed to the issues that he has now. I can say that he didn’t have a great time at home bc he is bi and while homosexuality isn’t illegal in his country, it isn’t really accepted either. Also it’s generally expected that children, especially boys, dedicate their entire life to having a successful and lucrative career and then start a family and he wasn’t really in the right place to do either of that (and he didn’t want to).

He also has been facing a lot of problems and racism here bc he is a poc immigrant from a country that isn’t in good standing with the US. So while I don’t pretend I know what he’s feeling, I imagine that all of these things would affect him quite a lot.

Now I actually get to the incident that is the reason for me to send this (it rly did get long TT but I want to make everything as clear as possible).

A few weeks ago we were just hanging out, it was all pretty chill and we just sat down to eat and talk etc. It had been quite a difficult week for me, also college wise, and I felt like I really had to talk to him about him calling me at night and while I’m in class and all that. So I said as nicely as I could smth like “I don’t want to seem overbearing but have you ever thought about maybe seeing a therapist bc I don’t think what you do is healthy in the long run and I’m not a professional who can properly help you.” He immediately got really snappy and defensive, saying that he “couldn’t fucking afford a therapist and even if I could, all they do is squeeze the money out of you and they don’t give a fuck about your feelings.” I was pretty shocked tbh and responded by saying “well if you really think this badly about therapists you should clearly see one” which was probably too harsh of me but I just couldn’t help myself at that moment. He then said “oh yeah?? I’d rather die than tell any of my shit to a total stranger. But you’ve probably already told yours bc you’re all so fucking dependant on them anyway.” and then he stormed off. (Just to be clear, I don’t have a therapist bc I don’t have any issues that require one.)

I was really scared at that point bc I thought that he might do something to himself (he had said stuff like “I wish I just wasn’t here sometimes” before) so I started following him which I now think was extremely weird and creepy of me but I just didn’t think it through in that situation. He walked for about 10 minutes to a house which I assumed was where he lived (I had never been at his place before bc he always said he lived in a bad neighborhood and didn’t want me to come there) and I stood outside for like another 10 minutes thinking abt what to do bc I realized that this had been totally stupid, also it started to get dark and it really was a bad neighborhood. I ended i up calling him and telling him where I was and he let me in. He was pretty angry but mostly at the fact that I had put myself in such a dangerous situation and he let me spend the night at his place.

We actually got together not long after that and as of now, we’re dating. I know it’s not an ideal situation and probably not the most healthy one but I have been able to keep him from drinking himself into oblivion all the time bc we spend most evenings together now so I think that’s a good thing. I don’t know where things will go from here and I don’t have the illusion that i can “fix him” or anything but so far it’s been pretty good and I really do love him a lot so I just hope it will all turn out for the best. I just still feel guilty for lowkey (or actually highkey) stalking him when he explicitly asked me not to come to his house but it was out of genuine worry for him so idk if it makes me an asshole, I guess I’ll let tumblr decide that for me.

🌃🎀🍨 for finding later

[pia-nor481]

Some of you need to stop complaining about max and lando. No one actually wants to hear your whining. They are friends they don’t hate each other. Lando didn’t say “simply lovely” with malice. He said it jokingly and is SV said it you would have eaten it up. If max had an issue with it, we would have heard about it. Some of you are really pathetic if you let silly things like this affect you so deeply.

“Lando saying simply lovely was my last straw” get a a hobby, get a job, get a life. You really need something better to do if this is something you need to inform everyone of. Especially with the amount of death threats I’ve been seeing is crazy. I don’t remember it being this bad when lewis was winning but I’m happy to be wrong.

I don’t know what has happened in the past few years but it’s no longer about the races and the driving. People have made it more about the friendship/ rivalry in such a different way than it used to be. I can’t go on tt or here without seeing it and it’s quite annoying. Let’s all grow up

This is of course no hate to either of them but I could understand why last year max was getting so much hate he won almost every race so people weren’t going to like him. Even in my house, after qualifying my uncle always jokes and says “did your enemy get pole” and is funny because it’s a joke, we both know max is a very talented driver. But lando getting so much hate after two races is bizarre. I’m seeing a lot more LN hate now than MV last year.

Another thing about this, we all know and have seen that lando is much more cocky after winning, everyone becomes that way, it’s shouldn’t be that unexpected. But if I see one more person complaining saying “oh look at lando in the fastest car and still can’t beat max” well let’s consider something other than your opinions. This current red bull team have won/ been at the front for years they are experienced with this and know the best ways to finish as high as possible. But beginning of last year McLaren struggled to even get points. They may have the best car, but team wise they don’t have much experience and can’t make the best decisions that has been shown so much this season.

Plus even DR has talked about winning races and becoming cocky and needing someone to bring him back down. Let’s read between the lines here, he was probably saying that in hopes of reaching Lando, or even Oscar but that’s a whole other thing, because having that conversation is a bit awkward.

[mi-rae07]

can I request a mafia mingi x pregnant s/o angst :3 mingi breaks up with the reader bcs he thought she was a burden with his mafia life but he doesn’t know that she’s pregnant. Hurt me with all the angst you’ve got! but with a happy ending i beg TT

Song Mingi : Chance (Part 1/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Jung Miyeon)

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Miyeon : doctor, are you sure? There's no other-

Doctor : I'm sure, miss lee. You are three weeks pregnant, with twins.

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Mingi : and? Did you check the bodies properly? There was no trace left behind at all?

Jongho : none, sir. It seems as if they were all killed in one go.

Mingi : then that means there was more than just one assassin.

Jongho nodded, looking at the gruesome pictures that had been laid on mingi's desk. He was just about to say something when the door opened, revealing mingi's mother. Jongho quickly bowed down, mingi letting out a breath as he stood up and said

Mingi : eomma, I'm quite busy-

Jina : I know, I came to talk important matters with you, son.

Mingi : one that cannot be discussed at my house?

Jina : yes.

Mingi nodded and motioned jongho to step out, jongho bowing one last time before leaving the both of them alone. Mingi watched as his mother sat on the seat opposite him, a grim look on her face.

Mingi : what is it?

Jina : your father is very ill, son.

Mingi : I know that.

Jina : no, this is worse than before. Doctors say he has only another two-three more months to live.

Mingi sighed, leaning back against his chair. He was never a fan of his father, given the conditions he was brought up in. but he was still mingi's father.

Mingi : what is his last wish then, eomma.

Jina : he wishes to get you married.

Mingi : he seriously wants me to get married to miyeon-

Jina : no, not her. Another lady, a better one.

Mingi : eomma, what the hell?

Jina : I always told you this wasn't going to last, mingi. I always told you your father would want something in return for handing over this company to you.

Mingi : isn't what he's taken from me already enough?

Jina : apparently not. And son, I've seen miyeon, I've talked to her. She isn't fit for this lifestyle of yours. One day she's gonna want you to leave this field of work and you know that isn't possible. This is our-

Mingi : family line, I know.

Jina sighed, leaning forward as she said

Jina : I know you love her, but you must let her go if you truly care for her, son. You know what your father can do even if he's in the hospital. If you don't let her go, he's going to do it for you. And it will not be in a good way.

Mingi let out a breath, muttering under his breath

Mingi : get out.

Jina nodded, getting up from her seat as she said

Jina : remember what I said, son. Make sure you won't regret your decisions in the future.

Jina turned around and left, leaving a disturbed mingi behind.

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Miyeon looked up as she heard footsteps coming her way, indicating that mingi was home. She smiled and stood up, keeping her phone away as she opened her arms for mingi. He smiled, keeping his bag away before wrapping his arms around miyeon.

Miyeon : had a bad day at work?

Mingi : mm, something like that. And you?

Miyeon : it went as work always does.

Mingi hummed, nuzzling his head onto her shoulders. Miyeon bit her lip, deciding she should probably ask him what she had meant to.

Miyeon : do you ever think you'll resign your position as a mafia, mingi-ya?

Mingi stiffened in her hold, his eyes now open as he pulled back from the hug with a frown

Mingi : what?

Miyeon : you know, since it's a dangerous line of work, one day when we have children, do you think you'll give up your work and choose to do something less dangerous?

Mingi stared at miyeon as his mother's earlier words rang through his mind

"And son, I've seen miyeon, I've talked to her. She isn't fit for this lifestyle of yours. One day she's gonna want you to leave this field of work and you know that isn't possible"

His mother was right, and miyeon had already started asking.

Mingi : you know I do not really want children, yeon-ah.

Miyeon blinked her eyes, her hands clenching around mingi's shirt. Oh no, she thought.

Miyeon : like…ever?

Mingi : miyeon, what is with you. You've never asked questions like this before, why are you so suddenly interested in children?

Miyeon : no I'm just…asking for future purposes-

Mingi : no, then don't. because there will be no future for us with children. I do not want any.

Before miyeon could say anything mingi walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Miyeon's hands fell to her stomach, caressing it as she shut her eyes tightly.

God, this wasn't going the way she had expected it to.

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Miyeon stared at mingi as he ate his dinner, not having uttered a single word since he came out of that bathroom. Which was very unlike mingi, who couldn't usually keep himself from talking.

Miyeon : I'm sorry I asked.

Mingi : it doesn't really matter.

Miyeon : but-

Mingi : can we leave that matter behind, miyeon?

Miyeon : why do hate it so much, mingi-

Mingi : because it is my work! It's what my entire family has poured their entire life into and now you want me to leave it?

Miyeon : that's exactly why I want you to leave it, mingi. How many of your people have lost their lives over this work?

Mingi scoffed, putting his chopsticks down as he said

Mingi : I should've known this would happen someday.

Miyeon : what would happen.

Mingi : this! You questioning my life!

Miyeon : I'm not-

Mingi cut her off as he stood up, shaking his head before saying

Mingi : forget about all of this, miyeon. I am not going to leave my work behind for anyone or anything, bottom line.

Mingi turned around and left, leaving a teary-eyed miyeon behind. What the hell was she going to do now?

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2 weeks later :

Mingi limited his interactions with miyeon after that night. Because the more he thought about what she had told him that night, the more he realized his parents were right. Miyeon wasn't fit for this life of his, and no matter how much it hurt for the both of them, it would be better if they separated. Before it was too late, anyway.

And so mingi realized the best way to do that was to slowly grow more distant to her as days passed. In that way, it would hurt less for her when he said he wanted to break up. She'd probably hate him by then.

Whether this whole thing hurt mingi or not, that he didn't care about anymore. If this was what was best for miyeon, then so be it. She deserved a life with children and a loving husband who wasn't in danger of getting killed every day.

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2 months later :

Miyeon was now sitting in her living room, the TV playing some show in front of her. Except she wasn't watching, and she didn't have it in her to go for work either. She hadn't said that to mingi, because after all how could she? He left before she was awake and came back after she was asleep. And during the few moments they would meet, he remained cold as ever. And this had been going on for the past 2 months. The more time passed, the more distant mingi grew from her. At this point they almost lived like complete strangers.

And that, miyeon supposed, was because of what she had asked him a few months ago, about leaving his job and starting a family. But if this was how mingi reacted to just mere words and questions, how would he react to the fact that miyeon was actually pregnant with their babies? It would tear mingi apart from her, which was why miyeon had hesitated so much to break the news to her boyfriend.

But now, now she supposed there was no harm in trying. Because anyway, he was distant to her. What if things turned out to be different once she actually told mingi about her pregnancy? And so she decided to tell him.

Miyeon flinched as she heard the door opening, a frown falling on her face. It was only 6pm, who the hell was home now? Miyeon stood up, keeping her bowl of grapes aside before walking towards the entryway. Her eyes widened as she saw mingi, his face turning into that of surprise as well as he stared at her.

Mingi : what are you doing here?

Miyeon : I…took a day off work. And you?

Mingi sighed, keeping his shoes aside before saying

Mingi : well then, let's talk.

Miyeon nodded, realizing it was required. It would be the best time to break her news to mingi. Miyeon was about to say it when mingi suddenly said

Mingi : let's break up.

Miyeon froze, her heart thumping against her chest as she whispered

Miyeon : what?

Mingi : let's go our own ways now, miyeon. I don't want to be with you anymore.

Miyeon : but…why? Did I do something wrong?

Mingi : miyeon-ah, remember when you told me about starting a family?

Miyeon : that-

Mingi : yeah no, I cannot do that. This line of work does not allow me to do any of that. Yes, my ancestors have had a family, and many of their children have been killed in the process. The ones that did survive in the end, took over the company. But I cannot do that to my own children, miyeon. And not to you either. I refuse to sacrifice an innocent life for the sake of all this.

Miyeon stared at mingi, her hands unconsciously going to her belly. Mingi sighed as he continued

Mingi : this is a path I must lead by myself now. You cannot follow me any longer.

Miyeon : but I can adjust, mingi. Our-

Mingi : except I don't want you to adjust, miyeon. I don't want you at all anymore.

Miyeon stepped back from mingi, her eyes hurt.

Mingi : the more as time pass, the more you will turn into a burden for me. And I don’t think either of us want that in our future. So go, go away from me and live a life that you want. A life that will give you happiness.

Miyeon scoffed, looking away as tears filled her eyes.

Miyeon : all that time I spent on you, on us, it meant nothing in the end.

Mingi did not say anything more. And just by looking into his face, miyeon had finally decided.

She was going to do this on her own, she was going to give her babies the world.

And so miyeon looked up at mingi with determined eyes before saying

Miyeon : fine. Then this is the end of us. Goodbye, mingi.

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11 months later :

Miyeon stared at the two beings that were deep asleep in their cribs with a smile on her face, slowly rocking their cribs. It had been a boy and a girl, and miyeon had named them minho and minji. They weren't purely identical, but they had their own similarities. While minho was more like miyeon, minji was more like mingi. Except she wasn't going to tell them about their father.

It was the same father that had abandoned miyeon, so why would she bother telling her children about him? She was a nurse after all, she made enough money to be raising the both of her children very well by herself. And that was exactly what she was going to do.

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4 years later :

Miyeon was now in a park with her brother, minho and minji clearly in their own words, jumping around the trampoline. Miyeon was watching them with a smile on her face, sipping on her chocholate milk. Wooyoung turned to face his sister, his eyes squinted from the sunlight

Wooyoung : how long are you going to hide them from mingi?

Miyeon : as long as it's required, of course.

Wooyoung : and the kids? They're gonna wanna know about their father sometime, yeon-ah.

Miyeon : when they're old enough, I'll tell them the truth. About how he left me before I could even tell him that I was with child. Until then, they're gonna have to believe that their father is somewhere outside this nation and is unable to visit them.

Wooyoung sighed, leaning back against the bench before saying

Wooyoung : so you're gonna work hard like this for your entire life? Without anyone by your side?

Miyeon : well I have you.

Wooyoung whacked his sister's arm, making minho frown at his uncle from afar

Minho : if you hit my eomma once more, I'm going to squash your tiny head.

Miyeon laughed at that, making wooyoung frown in dismay

Wooyoung : yah! Whose head is tinier!

Minho stuck his tongue out at wooyoung, making wooyoung groan as he started to chase minho around the park. Miyeon chuckled as minji jumped out of the trampoline, running towards her mother with a smile on her face before crashing into her arms.

Minji : what's wrong with those two idiots?

Miyeon giggled, smoothening her daughter's hair before whispering

Miyeon : I wonder.

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3 years later :

Miyeon was now walking back home from work, after having decided not to take her car to work today. She was about to take her phone out when she heard heavy breathing somewhere close to her, making her pause on her tracks. Someone was hurt.

Miyeon quickly traced herself to the hurt person, standing in front of an alley a few seconds later. And soon enough she saw the man that was crouched down on the floor, holding his stomach that seemed to have a small stab wound, while letting out soft groans. Miyeon stepped forward and was about to say something when the man suddenly looked up, his face coming into her proper view.

Miyeon : mingi?

Mingi let out a shaky breath, looking away from miyeon as he whispered

Mingi : go away.

Miyeon : you're hurt.

Mingi : as you can see. Now go away, jung miyeon.

Miyeon : and? What, you're going to just let yourself die here?

Mingi : why do you care, miyeon. You're not supposed to-

Miyeon : I care because I am a nurse, there's nothing more to this than that.

Miyeon stepped closer to mingi, bending down and moving his hands away to inspect the wound. Mingi stared at her the entire while, taking her in after so many years.

Miyeon : it seems to be a small wound. Do you mind going to the hospital?

Mingi : I can't, they're going to ask for an explanation. Miyeon-

Miyeon : then we're doing this the old way.

Mingi's eyes widened as miyeon lifted him up with her, dragging him out the alley.

Mingi : what the hell are you doing? What is your husband going to say when he sees you taking me home like this?

Miyeon : lucky for you, I have no husband.

Mingi paused, confusion lacing him. She didn't have anyone? Then the kids he saw in the park with her a few months ago?

Miyeon : I'm going to call a taxi. Make sure you have your coat wrapped around the wound at all times. We cannot let anyone see that you're hurt.

Mingi slowly nodded, his hand still clutched against the wound. Miyeon let out a breath, holding her hand out for a taxi as she whispered under her breath

Miyeon : I can't believe I'm doing this.

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Taglist : @curly-fr13s @jeongintwt @jamia-wilson @aloverga @treasure-hwa @bigzaddydwaekki

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[enhaloves]

hiii. i really like your writing! can i request something fluffy with heeseung and an older but a really short s/o 🥹? thank you.

When he's a tease

Genre: fluff!

Pairing: bf!Heeseung x short!reader

a/n: heyyyy thank you for requesting! They help me a lot when I have writer's block ^^ i had sooo much fun writing this (why's everyone suddenly requesting hee tho TT jk he's everyone's bias)

request here

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Your height was... well... let's just say personality matters. It was never something that bothered you, as you knew that your worth was not determined by your physical stature. However, it was impossible not to notice the stark contrast between you and your boyfriend, who happened to be quite tall. Standing next to him, you couldn't help but feel even shorter than you already were.

"Hee, will you please help me get that book?"

"Can you reach that for me?"

"Love, it's too high. Please get it for me."

It was so hard living not being able to reach lots of things. Yet you bagged Heeseung 😜. It annoyed you, but what could you do about it? Not even growth supplements could help this problem.

"Hey, love." He placed his hands on top of your head and messed up your hair. You glared at him before crossing your arms. "Stop it, Heeseung." His mouth formed an 'o' but quickly turned into a cocky smirk. "What's up, baby? Did I do something?" He pulled you into a hug, and as usual, your face hit his lower chest directly, making you inhale his manly scent. You groaned against his sweater and pushed him lightly. He laughed lightly while placing both his hands on your waist, which he had to bend down a bit just to do it.

"Is my baby in a bad mood?" He said softly, cupping your cheeks and making you look up. LIKE UP. "Shut up, Hee, before I smack your head." You rolled your eyes. He laughed, "Oh yeah? I wanna see you try to reach my head first." He laughed louder, even clapping his hands.

You gasped, not expecting the sudden shade. "Heeseung, you may be taller than me, but I am still older than you." You reminded him, not forgetting to glare. His laugh trailed off, and his happy face was now replaced with a serious one. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you lightly. "I'm sorry. I love you." He leaned down to kiss your temple.

Heeseung was a tall guy, and every action he did reminded you of your huge meter gap. It was like a constant reminder of your height difference. You knew he didn't mean it in a bad way, He would often tease your height difference, but he never made you feel like it was a big deal. If anything, he was your number one supporter.

You often joked that you wished you were taller, and he would laugh and tell you that he loves you just the way you are. He never made you feel like you were not enough. But sometimes, you couldn't help but feel frustrated.

"I just want to talk and kiss you without having to break my neck, Hee. I can't even wrap my arms around your neck if you're not sitting or if you're not bending down. It sucks." You clicked your tongue. His eyebrows furrowed hearing that. "What are you talking about? I love it. I don't mind bending down to kiss your pretty sweet lips or for my neck to be wrapped around your soft delicate touch. I'd be more than happy to do this for you. I can adjust, Baby." He caressed your lips with his finger before leaning in to kiss you.

"You want to kiss me without breaking your neck, you said?" He raised his brows before lifting you unto him. He led your arms around his neck and quickly carried both your legs from the back of your thighs, wrapping around his waist. "There. How 'bout that?"

You giggled. "Silly. Much better!" He smiled in response. "So where's the kiss? I did not carry you just so I could hear your pretty giggles." Rolling your eyes, you slowly leaned forward, not leaving his gaze. It felt nice seeing him face to face. You took a second admiring his surreal features before giving him the kiss since you could see him running out of patience. It was a long, sweet kiss, and you had to break it because you knew he wouldn't.

"I love you."