#i guess a good part of it was having time on the bus to campus plus being early before class started

[levanterhaze]

── GAMEBOY, BANGCHAN

♡  ― 󠀬󠀬 fratboy!bangchan x f!reader praise kink, protected sex, rough sex, fluff & angst.

♡ synopsis ― Bangchan is the campus playboy—charming, cocky, and infuriatingly irresistible. One reckless, drunken night leads to a secret you swore you'd never have. Now, hating him is harder than keeping him your dirty little secret.

[12.3k words ]♡― here we are, at the last chapter of gameboy. writing this series has been so much fun and having the opportunity to tell the stories i love to write is a privilege. i hope i don't disappoint you with this ending, that you understand each choice made for the characters. i also hope you continue to support me, this has been so special and welcoming to me, i can't thank you enough for everything. thank you for embracing gameboy, for continuing to read and for all your support. from the bottom of my heart. PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS!!!! that said, have a good read.

♡― THE PLAYLIST.

♡ [part one] ♡[part two]♡ [part three] ♡[part four] ♡[part five] ♡[part six] ♡[part seven]

'Cause I'm right here waiting for us 때로는 두려웠어 다신 오지 않을 것 같아서 두 손 꼭 잡은 채 그 어떤 순간이 덮쳐 와도 널 놓지 않을게

After all the chaos, the only thing that made sense was leaving.

So you did.

You shot Hyunjin a text, practically begging him to take you to the bus stop. He didn’t ask questions—he was too pissed off about the whole thing, ranting the entire drive about how it was bullshit that you had to be the one to go. In his mind, Eunji and Mingyu should’ve been the ones packing their bags.

And maybe he was right. But you were exhausted. Your body ached from the tension, your head was a tangled mess of emotions, and honestly? You just didn’t have it in you to fight anymore.

By the time you got back to campus, you had a plan—or at least, a temporary bandage disguised as one. You marched straight to the admin office and spun some tragic, half-true sob story about needing to “regain focus” on your studies. A few forced tears later — maybe slightly real ones— they handed you the keys to a new dorm on the other side of campus.

No hesitation. No second-guessing. You packed what little you had and moved in before anyone even realized you were gone.

And then you disappeared.

One day after another, like clockwork. No calls, no texts, no explanations. Just silence.

Your life has shrunk down to a routine: rehearsals, studying, sleep, repeat.

Hyunjin and Seungmin still tried to pull you out of your self-imposed exile, inviting you to lunch, cracking jokes at rehearsals to get a reaction out of you—but you always politely refused. You weren’t rude, just... distant. Like a ghost of yourself.

Bangchan had tried. Over and over. Messages sent and then deleted, calls he never made, moments of hesitation that stretched into frustration. He wanted to give you space, wanted to respect whatever it was you needed, but that didn’t make it any easier. Every time he saw you, it felt like his chest was caving in.

He’d even asked Hyunjin about you, but the guy was like a vault. Hyunjin wasn’t about to betray you—not even for him. “She’s busy,” was all he ever got. “Leave her alone, man.”

But how could he, when you were right there? When you were always the last to show up at rehearsals and the first to leave, slipping away before he even had a chance to try? It was torture. Watching you go about your life like he wasn’t part of it anymore. Like he never had been.

And it was worse because he could still feel you.

In his bed, between the sheets. In his hands, aching for your touch. In his mind, where your laugh and your voice were stuck on a loop, growing more distant with every passing day—like a dream he was trapped in, running but never getting anywhere.

And you wouldn’t even look at him.

If your eyes ever landed on him in the theater, they flicked away like it physically hurt you to see him. If you spotted him on campus, walking with the boys, you immediately turned your head.

So you buried yourself in anything that wasn’t him. Anything that wasn’t Eunji. Because thinking about either of them was the only thing more unbearable than being alone.

And Eunji—who didn’t even look at you, let alone speak to you. Every time your paths crossed, she barely acknowledged your existence, like you were something rotten in her periphery. A stranger. No, worse—something beneath her.

And that hurt. Maybe even more than Bangchan.

Because you’d believed in her. In you two. In the kind of unspoken loyalty that came with late-night talks, inside jokes, and secrets exchanged under dim dorm room lights. You thought there was sisterhood in that. Something unshakable.

But in the end, it was nothing. A mirage. A mist that vanished the second you tried to hold on.

A few weeks had passed and you were enjoying your own company in the library, an iced coffee and your headphones. You were studying your lines for the next class, until someone took the seat in front of you and your eyes looked up in surprise to see Sohee sitting with her arms crossed.

“Sohee.” you murmured, almost not believing she was there.

Sohee arched her brow, unimpressed. “Oh, so you do remember me.”

You blinked, scrambling for words. “I—of course, I do. I just—”

“Disappeared?” she finished for you, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Guilt twisted in your stomach, but you kept your expression neutral. “I’ve been busy.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Right. Busy. Too busy to text? Too busy to tell me why you packed up and moved to the other side of campus?” Her eyes narrowed. “Eunji won’t tell me what happened. Neither will Hyunjin. Which means something happened, and I need you to stop bullshitting me.”

Your mouth went dry, fingers tightening around your coffee cup. The truth sat heavy on your tongue, bitter and unspeakable. 

What if she looked at you the way Eunji did? 

Sohee exhaled, her sharpness softening just a fraction. “Look, I don’t know what went down, but I missed you, okay?”

Your heart clenched. She wasn’t angry. She was hurt. And that somehow made it worse.

You put your headphones aside and took a deep breath, gathering the courage to begin.

So you started from the very beginning. Bangchan, the secrets, then Mingyu, Eunji finding out, all your emotions, the fight between Bangchan and Mingyu, and how completely broken you’d been ever since.

Sohee listened, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief. “That’s... insane. I can’t believe Eunji would do something like that.”

“I know.” You gave a small, bitter smile. “That’s why it hurts.”

“And rightfully so. She had no right to interfere in your life or come at you like that.” Sohee leaned on the table, eyes searching yours. “But please, don’t let this kill your spark. Everyone misses you.”

And you missed them too. All of them. Without exception.

“If you must know,” Sohee drawled, cocking her head with a little smirk, “I’d already kind of guessed there was something going on with you and Bangchan.” 

You shot her a look, but she kept going, unbothered. 

“I just figured you’d spill when you were ready. No pressure. Not my circus.” She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes playfully. “But seriously… you do like him, right?”

Your chest tightened. Because the answer was obvious.

Sohee gave you a pointed look, like she could see right through you. “Oh, come on. Don’t give me that I guess it doesn’t matter bullshit.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It doesn’t.”

“It does.” She leaned in, voice low but firm. “You’re miserable. He’s miserable. And all of this is because of what? Miscommunication and some high school level drama?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “It’s not that simple.”

“Yeah, it kinda is.” She shrugged. “You like him. He clearly likes you. But instead of dealing with it, you ran.”

“That’s not fair—”

Sohee held up a hand. “I’m not saying you didn’t have your reasons. I’m saying that if you keep avoiding it, you’re just gonna hurt yourself more. Let things cool down, sure. But don’t wait until it’s too late.”

You stared at her, words caught in your throat. Because the truth was, you were terrified. Terrified that if you faced him, he’d look at you differently. That the damage was already done.

But another, quieter part of you—the part that still remembered the warmth of his touch, the way he looked at you like you were it for him—wondered if maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late at all.

You were alone in the theater, the crumpled sheets of your solo scattered around you like forgotten love letters. You were dead set on nailing that high note — the heartbreak one, the kind that’s supposed to rip your chest open and bleed on stage. Humming through the first verse, you air-strummed like your life depended on it, lost in the rhythm.

“Am I crashing a rockstar's private concert?” Changbin’s voice broke through your focus, making your head snap up so fast it almost hurt. He was in his basketball jacket, the team logo front and center, and that usual mischievous grin was pulling at his mouth. He stepped closer, then plopped down next to you on the edge of the stage like he belonged there. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re fine.” You flashed him a crooked little smile as you scooped up the sheets from the floor. “I’ll just pretend you weren’t suspiciously wandering the theater.”

“Busted.” He lifted both hands in mock surrender. “What can I say? If you hadn’t pulled a full-on undercover mission and vanished from campus, I wouldn’t have to play detective just to track you down.”

You shot him a look. “Busted.”

His smile softened a bit, but it didn’t reach his usual brand of easy humor. Changbin had always been the steady one — loyal to Bangchan, to the whole group really. But right now, there was something quieter in him, like he’d pocketed the jokes for later.

And even though you kept your expression cool, you felt it too — the weight of whatever he wasn’t saying yet. “The guys miss you, you know that, right?”

His voice was casual, but it landed heavier than he probably meant it to. You dragged in a breath, sharp like it might actually clear out the guilt clogging your chest. 

Spoiler: it didn’t. You’d gone ghost on them, the second life got messy, and there was no pretending otherwise.

Before you could open your mouth, probably to spit out some lame excuse, Changbin raised a hand like he could see it coming from a mile away. “And no, before you even ask, he didn’t send me,” he said, shooting you a knowing look. “Didn’t even bring you up. But it wasn’t rocket science, you know? Mingyu stormed off, then Chan showed up looking like he lost a bar or something.”

You winced. “Bin… I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” He shook his head, like that wasn’t what he came here for. “This isn’t a guilt trip, alright? Whatever Mingyu pulled, he had it coming. Trust me, no one’s crying over him.”

A pause. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

You straightened up, catching the shift in his tone. Less playful, more real. The kind of real that you couldn’t dodge even if you wanted to.

“I’m just—look, I’m just trying to knock some sense into both of you,” Changbin went on, like he’d been carrying this around too long. “I don’t know all the details, and honestly? I don’t need to. But I do know my best friend’s been walking around like the lights are on, but nobody’s home.”

Your chest tightened, the words slipping past your guard way too easily.

“And I’m not saying this to dump it on you, okay? I swear,” he added, catching your expression before you could speak. “It’s just... he’s a mess. And it’s not just the basketball thing, or the usual stress — it’s you. He misses you. Bad.”

The way he said it — simple, no drama, no exaggeration — hit you harder than any speech could’ve.

And you hated it. You hated that part of you wanted to hear it. You hated that it hurt more than you expected. Because deep down, you already knew.

“I’m only doing this because he’s my guy,” Changbin started, running a hand through his hair like this whole conversation weighed more than he let on. “Chan’s always been the one to clean up after the rest of us, you know? First to show up with advice or some half-baked plan to save the day.”

You tilted your head, a small smile sneaking onto your lips despite yourself. Classic Chan.

Changbin caught it, and his own grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, softer this time. “Yeah, exactly. And when he met you? Man, it was like someone turned the lights on in his head. Swear to God, I’ve never seen him like that. He was just... lighter.”

The way he said it twisted something in your chest, but you held his gaze, letting him finish.

“What I’m saying is,” he went on, “even if you two don’t go back to being, like, whatever you were before—” he waved a vague hand between you, “—at least talk to him. He’s stuck in that ‘she hates me, so I better give her space’ spiral, and you know how Chan is. He’ll bury it to do what’s best for you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how much that stung. “Wait... so he doesn’t hate me?”

Changbin actually laughed at that, a real, rough-around-the-edges laugh. “Hate you? Please. I don’t think that man has it in him, even if he tried.”

Your fingers tangled together, fidgeting without you meaning to. The truth slipped out before you could stop it. “I care about him. I really do.”

“Yeah,” Changbin said simply, no teasing this time, just plain fact. “I know you do. And I know you’ll figure this out.”

After a beat of quiet, Changbin pushed himself up, casually brushing nonexistent dust off his jersey like he’d just wrapped up something way more dramatic than a heart-to-heart.

“Thanks, Binnie,” you said, flashing him a crooked smile as he gave you an overly formal little bow.

He started toward the door but paused right at the exit, glancing back over his shoulder with that familiar spark in his eye. “You know I love you, right? But if you mess with my best friend’s heart, I will write the nastiest diss track you’ve ever heard. Full production. No skips.”

That earned a laugh out of you, real and warm. “Gonna throw in choreography too?”

He smirked like you’d just dared him to. “Obviously. Backup dancers and everything."

And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall, his voice echoing back as he called out, “You’re not getting off that easy!”

And just like that, you were alone again—surrounded by a whole storm of thoughts you weren’t quite ready to untangle.

You’d swallowed that whole conversation with Changbin like it was a bad shot of cheap tequila — still burning in your chest, still impossible to forget. And yet, life rolled on, dragging you with it while you kept trying to figure out when the hell would be the right time to talk to Bangchan.

Problem was, the whole thing still felt like an open wound — not bleeding anymore, but definitely not ready for anyone to poke at it either.

Sohee was in your new room, fussing with the straps of her dress in front of the mirror. The place wasn’t as roomy as the one you used to share with her and Eunji, but it did the job.

“I talked to Eunji," Sohee said, swiping mascara on with laser focus. "Well — argued is probably the more accurate term. She wouldn’t even let me finish when I tried to tell her she was being a bitch."

You were sprawled across your bed, cozy in your oldest, softest pajamas, like this whole conversation wasn’t tying your stomach in knots.

"I didn’t want you two fighting because of me," you muttered, playing with the hem of your sleeve.

Sohee whipped around, one eye still missing eyeliner but her energy fully charged. “Please. I’m morally allergic to bullshit. What she did was a straight-up foul. And until she figures out how to act like a halfway decent human being, maybe it’s time we put that friendship on ice.”

You sighed, a tangled mess of guilt and low-key relief knotting in your chest. "Yeah, well... it still kinda sucks."

“Everyone’s gotta make their own choices…” Sohee went back to her makeup like it was no big deal, but then spun around again, narrowing her eyes at you. “Speaking of choices… you’re really not going to the game? It’s the final. Literally, everyone’s gonna be there.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh and flopped onto the pillows like your life depended on it.

“Yeah, hard pass. Not in the mood to humiliate myself in public, thanks.”

“Girl, come on,” Sohee groaned. “This is your perfect excuse to finally talk to Bangchan and fix things. I know he’d love to see you there, especially at his last game this semester.”

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know… Feels like showing up would just make it worse.”

Sohee snapped the mascara shut like it personally offended her. “Stubborn as hell, I swear. Fine. Just—promise me you won’t do something you’re gonna regret later, alright?”

“I know, I know,” you waved her off, a little smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll figure it out when the time’s right. Go have fun, kiss your boyfriend, and drink an unreasonable amount of beer in my honor.”

She grabbed her bag off the bed, but before heading out, she paused at the door and shot you a final look over her shoulder. “Last chance. Are you sure you’re staying?”

“Yeah. Have fun at the game,” you said, forcing a half-smile.

Sohee shrugged like she’d expected that answer. “Alright… I tried. Don’t say I didn’t.” She shot you a quick grin over her shoulder as she headed out. “Catch you later!”

As the minutes dragged on, boredom hit you like a brick. Your brain was way too wired to even think about running lines for the play. You tried putting on a movie, but you zoned out every five minutes and had to keep rewinding just to figure out what the hell was going on.

That’s when you decided: screw it. Time to hit the campus café and drown your existential crisis in hot chocolate and maybe the most sugar-loaded cupcake you could get your hands on. Comfort food therapy, top tier.

You threw on some cute but cozy clothes, something to shake off the emotional slump clinging to you like a bad ex. Skirt, sweater, your trusty boots — the holy trinity.

The second you stepped outside, it felt like the whole weather system had joined your pity party. What started as a light breeze had upgraded to full-blown dramatic gusts, and the sky was throwing major moody vibes with all those gloomy gray clouds.

The cafeteria was basically a ghost town. No surprise there — most people were off hyping up the basketball final, the very game everyone had been pushing you to go to. But showing up last-minute just to cause a scene was so not your style. If you were going to fix things, you’d do it on your own terms, not crash the party like some soap opera twist.

Inside, the café was warm but dead quiet. The staff looked just as miserable as you felt, probably counting down the seconds till they could ditch work and catch the game too. You kind of felt bad for bothering them. Kind of. But hey, desperate times. Your soul needed sugar before life threw another plot twist your way.

You went for the hot chocolate — obvious choice — and threw in a slice of strawberry sponge cake for good measure. Not exactly a gourmet pairing, but at this point, flavor combos were the least of your problems.

You slid into the table by the window, pulling out your phone like it could somehow save you from your own restless brain. 

Sohee had just posted a story: her, Minho, and Felix, all grins and mid-cheers. Typical. You kept scrolling, letting the endless stream of everyone else’s highlight reel wash over you. Felix, Jisung, and Hyunjin had apparently hit up a barbecue place recently, and yeah — that one stung. Hard. Like a punch right in the ribs, just above where you’d been keeping all your unresolved guilt.

Brilliant. Love that for me.

“Hey.”

The voice snapped you out of your spiral so fast you damn near fumbled your phone like it was evidence in a crime. Guiltily, you locked the screen and glanced up.

Mingyu stood there, iced coffee in hand, wearing that soft, easy smile.

“Hi…” you answered, a little awkward. He hadn’t exactly been on your recent contact list either.

"Can I sit?" He gestured at the chair across from you. "I won’t take up too much of your time, scout’s honor."

You nodded, curiosity getting the better of you. Might as well — it’s not like you were killing it at the whole “alone with your thoughts” thing anyway.

“You kinda vanished,” Mingyu said as he set his coffee down and folded his arms casually over the table. “Haven’t seen you around at all.”

You let out a humorless little laugh, more of a scoff really. “Didn’t exactly feel like I had a choice.”

“I see,” Mingyu exhaled, slow and steady, like he was gearing up to unload something heavy. “Look, I’m really sorry about everything. Honestly. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, coming out swinging at Bangchan like that.” He shook his head, as if still baffled by his own actions. “That’s not me. At all. And I’m sorry for dragging you into the mess.”

Well. That was... unexpectedly nice of him.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected — maybe some half-baked excuse or him brushing it off — but an actual, straight-up apology? Kind of refreshing.

“I should’ve seen it, you know?” He gave a small, hollow laugh. “The way he looked at you... yeah, it was pretty obvious. Can’t really blame the guy.”

There was a flicker of something in his smile, something resigned and maybe a little bit sad.

 “I’m sorry for hurting you,” you added, softer this time.

He shrugged, a wry twist to his lips. “No need. Things happen the way they’re supposed to, right? We had a good run. And well... I guess that’s it.”

“No hard feelings?” he asked, reaching his hand across the table like he was closing a deal.

You didn’t even hesitate — you took it, gave it a firm squeeze. “No hard feelings.”

“Right.” He nodded, like it was the final period of a sentence. Then he got up, grabbed his coffee, and shot you a parting smile. “I—I just hope you’re happy.”

And just like that, Mingyu walked out through the glass doors, disappearing across campus like he was just another passerby in your life. It wasn’t until the door swung shut behind him that his words really hit you, settling deep in your stomach like a lead weight.

I hope you’re happy.

And you weren’t happy. Not even close.

The brutal truth? You had no one to blame but yourself. Every twist, every wrong turn, it all traced back to your own fear, your own hesitation. If you’d been just a little braver — if you’d let people in instead of keeping them at arm’s length — maybe things would’ve been different. Maybe you’d be happy.

The cruel part? It took hearing it from Mingyu to finally see it for what it was. It was always you.

Your half-eaten cake sat abandoned on the table, the hot chocolate cooling into something sad and forgotten. Without thinking twice, you pushed back your chair and stormed out of the café, straight into the chaos waiting outside.

The wind hit you like a wall, and then, as if the universe was feeling especially theatrical today, fat, icy drops of rain began to fall — fast and merciless.

Karma? Maybe. Challenge accepted.

You didn’t slow down. You ran.

Your biker boots pounded against the slick grass, water splashing up your legs as the rain came down harder, so heavy it blurred the world into a messy watercolor. But you didn’t care. You weren’t stopping now — not when your heart was finally awake after pretending to sleep for so long.

The gym was all the way across campus, of course it was. Far enough that you were completely drenched by the time the courtyard came into view. Your chest heaved with every breath, burning like you’d sprinted through fire instead of rain. Your clothes clung to your skin, soaked to the bone, and your hair stuck to your forehead, your cheeks, your neck — like the rain wanted to wear you down.

But you kept going. You had to get there. No matter how soaked, no matter how late.

You had to.

You squared your shoulders, puffed out your chest like you had a whole army at your back, and stomped straight toward the gym doors. No hesitation. Okay — a little hesitation. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest, adrenaline crashing into nerves like they were fighting for control.

But you pushed the doors open anyway.

Only to be greeted by... absolutely no one.

Just the janitor, casually mopping the far end of the court like this was any other boring Saturday.

Your pulse stumbled, like it tripped over itself. No way.

You yanked out your soaked phone, fingers slipping against the drenched screen, and checked the time. Way too late. The game had ended — you’d missed it. They were probably already at some bar downing cheap drinks and yelling over greasy plates of fries, and here you were, a walking raincloud with nothing to show for it.

Your thumb hovered over Sohee’s number, ready to call, beg, something — but before you could hit the dial, a voice cut through the empty court.

“Your plan is to flood the gym or what?”

Your heart flat-out stopped.

Slowly, you turned, every inch of you shivering from the rain and a healthy dose of panic.

Bangchan.

He was right there, leaning against the entrance like he hadn’t just flipped your entire internal system upside down. His hair was a mess of wet strands, some falling over his forehead in a way that should’ve been illegal.

Your mouth went dry, brain buffering like a bad connection.

"I'm... um... a little soaked," you managed, glancing down at yourself and the puddle spreading beneath your feet. A tremor ran through you, part chill, part nerves, leaving your words thin and shaky.

Bangchan gave a quiet, amused breath — almost a laugh, but softer — before he started walking toward you.

It was only then, as he drew closer, that you really saw him. His hair had grown longer, the damp curls now brushing the nape of his neck, framing his face in a way that felt painfully unfair. Draped over his shoulders was a black jacket, the kind that made him look like he’d stepped right off a movie scene.

"What are you doing here?" Bangchan’s voice cut through the hollow echo of the gym, roughened by surprise but threaded with something deeper.

With one simple movement, he removed the jacket from his shoulders and placed it over yours. You gulped, the words knotting in your throat. "I—I'm leaving," you managed, barely above a whisper.

"You're leaving?" His brows pulled together, like the thought alone caused him genuine pain.

Instinctively, you took a step back, clutching his jacket tighter around your soaked frame. Coward. Even now, even with him standing right in front of you, you were slipping into old habits, retreating when you should be reaching out.

Bangchan tilted his head, eyes flicking over your rain-soaked figure. "You really think I’m gonna buy that? After you ran through a damn storm to get here?" His voice was low, rough around the edges, but his gaze was soft.

Your throat felt like it was closing in on itself, your breath turning shallow and uneven. "I thought the game was still on," you confessed, your voice small, almost childlike.

"It ended early," he said, his tone softening. "Thunderstorm warning." He gestured toward the windows, where the rain continued to batter the glass in relentless sheets. "Most people cleared out fast. But I stayed behind."

Why? you wanted to ask. But maybe you didn’t need to — his eyes already told you everything you needed to know.

"You stayed," you echoed, almost in disbelief, as if saying it aloud would make it real.

He stepped closer, his gaze dipping to your hands, which clung to his jacket like it was the only thing keeping you afloat. When his eyes met yours again, something flickered in them — something deep and quiet, something that felt dangerously close to hope.

Bangchan’s gaze didn’t waver. "You came here for a reason," he said, his voice rough at the edges. "So stop pretending you didn’t."

Your heart twisted painfully, tangled in the unsaid. The truth clawed at your chest, desperate to surface. I wanted to see you. I wanted to stop running.

"I..." But your voice trembled, fragile as glass stretched too thin.

Bangchan’s expression softened, like he could see straight through the façade, like he saw every crack you were trying to hide. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair from your cheek. His fingers were warm against your chilled skin, and despite yourself, you leaned into his touch.

"You’re freezing," he murmured.

"I'm fine," you lied, even as your body betrayed you with a violent shiver.

A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Liar."

"I need to ask you something," you said, your voice tighter than you wanted. "That night on the beach… were you serious? About everything you said?"

His expression twisted, disbelief written all over him. “Really? Really? Don’t waste my time pretending you don’t know.”

You let out a breath, sharp through your nose. Fair enough. But you had to say it, get it off your chest before it ate you alive.

"I messed it all up," you admitted, the words tumbling out. "I kept telling myself I didn’t care what people thought, like I was above all that crap. But it turns out I care. Way more than I should. And that fear? It had me choking on my own feelings."

You risked a glance at him. He was watching you like you were the only thing left in the world worth looking at. No interruptions, no sarcastic quips — just quiet focus.

"I mean, you were— God, you were so good to me," you kept going, voice thick with regret. "And I think I freaked out because I’d already fallen for you way before I let myself admit it. Like, properly fallen. And that scared the hell out of me because I never thought I’d actually… like you. Not like this."

Your throat tightened, a painful lump that wouldn’t go away. "I liked everything. Being around you. Talking to you. Even the way you annoyed me." you smiled softly.

Your eyes stung, tears slipping free, but you kept going like you couldn’t stop. "I hate what I did to you. I hate that I messed this up beyond fixing it. And I know it’s too late... yeah. I get it. I understand."

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, words tumbling out too fast. "I just needed you to know, before I go — I’m sorry. For everything. You didn’t deserve any of it."

Your breath hitched, but you met his eyes anyway — full on, no flinching. "I’m so sorry."

Tears blurred your vision as you crossed the court toward the exit, not even bothering to shield yourself from the rain. What was the point? You were already soaked, inside and out.

You let out a choked sob, hating yourself for being such a coward — for always running when it mattered most.

“Wait—” Bangchan’s voice cut through the downpour, rough and almost swallowed by the storm.

You froze, eyes narrowing against the sheets of rain, blinking fast to see through the water streaming down your face.

“Wait," he called out again, sharper now, like the rain itself had finally lit a fuse. "What gives you the right to drop that on me and just walk away?” His anger was written all over him, carved deep into the lines of his face.

"What?" you shot back, breath catching, but the storm swallowed your voice, forcing you to yell just to be heard.

Bangchan raked a hand through his soaked hair, slicking it back as he stepped closer, chest rising fast, like he couldn’t breathe right with you this far away. "You’re running," he said, rough and tight. "Running from me. From us. Again."

And hell, he wasn’t wrong.

"Everything I’ve done," he said, the words rough-edged and raw, "since the second I met you — it’s been about you. Always you." He caught his breath, like saying it out loud made it real. "Because I wanted you. More than anything."

The confession hit like a punch to the ribs, sharp and breath-stealing.

"Since Hyunjin introduced us and you barely noticed I existed," he kept going, like he couldn’t stop now. "Since you breezed right past me without a second thought. Since you crashed into my life and wrecked every single thing I thought I had figured out."

Your heart was beating out of rhythm, too fast for your own body to keep up, like it was trying to outrun the storm — or maybe run straight to him.

"You don’t get to stand there and tell me it’s too late," Bangchan shouted over the rain, his voice tearing through the downpour like it had something to prove. His eyes burned so bright, it almost hurt to look at him. "Not when I’ve been standing here this whole time, heart wide open, just waiting for you to see me."

His chest heaved, rain sliding off him like he didn’t even notice, like all he could see was you. "I’ve been waiting for you," he said, softer this time, but it was the kind of softness that carried weight. Heavy. Unshakable. "So if you want me — really want me — you’ve got to say it. I need to hear you say it."

The storm raged around you, but it felt like the eye of it had landed right here, right between the two of you. Your pulse throbbed in your ears, every muscle strung so tight you could barely breathe.

This was terrifying. This was exhilarating. This was everything you had been too scared to want.

Your lips parted, but for a heartbeat, all you could do was try to swallow the lump in your throat. Then, steadying your breath, you let a small, shaky smile tug at the corner of your mouth. A flicker of defiance, maybe even a little hope.

"Bangchan," you said, your voice rough but sure, "there’s never been anyone else. It’s only ever been you."

There wasn’t a second of hesitation when your lips found his — only the wild, breathless certainty of two people who had run out of ways to pretend they didn’t need this.

The desperation between you felt electric, almost feverish, like your skin couldn’t decide if it was burning or freezing in the rain. You’d never felt anything like it — like the whole world had finally spun off its axis and was crashing headfirst into this moment. Into him.

When his hands, just as cold and trembling as yours, cupped your face like he was terrified you might slip away, you gasped, a sharp breath of shock and longing tangled together. Bangchan made you feel reckless. Young. Like you were caught in the middle of one of those ridiculous romance high-school movies you always scoffed at, the kind where the girl lifts her leg during the kiss — and for once, you understood why.

This kiss, soaked to the bone and laced with every scrap of resentment and longing, felt like proof. Proof that what you had wasn’t just real, but unstoppable.

You clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to the earth, fingers fisting in his drenched shirt as the rain poured over you both, careless and wild. And still, beneath the chaos, something pure unfurled in your chest — something terrifyingly beautiful, raw and undeniable.

Bangchan kissed you like he was starving, like he had been starving for you. He deepened the kiss, tasting every inch of you like it had haunted him in dreams and in every quiet, aching moment you’d spent apart.

It wasn’t new, this hunger — you’d felt it before. But tonight, in this storm, in his arms, it felt entirely different. Like you’d finally let yourself give in to the fire you’d been dancing around for far too long.

How you ended up sprinting down the hallway with soaked shoes that squeaked like a bad joke didn’t even matter at this point. Thunder growled overhead like it was personally offended by your existence, and Bangchan was fumbling with the dorm keys like his life depended on it.

“Could you not kill the key while you’re at it?” you shot at him, half breathless, half laughing despite the anxiety twisting in your stomach.

“I'm trying, damn it,” he muttered, jamming the key into the lock with a speed that was both impressive and completely ridiculous.

The door finally gave in, and the two of you stumbled inside, drenched to the bone. The room was dim, only lit by the bruised grey daylight leaking through the window, and for a second, the world just... stopped spinning so fast.

You didn’t even think about it. Your hand found his face like it belonged there — like you were tracing something ancient and sacred, a statue carved by the gods, Apollo himself if Apollo wore wet hair and a breathless grin. Your thumb brushed his cheekbone, and you caught yourself smiling, then sinking your teeth into your lip to hold it back.

Bangchan swore under his breath, like your touch was enough to short-circuit his whole system. He closed his eyes for half a heartbeat, then caught your hand in his, holding it like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I missed you…” you admitted, your voice low and honest, like the words had been burning a hole in your lungs.

Bangchan’s breath hitched. He caught your hand gently, his fingers wrapping around yours like he was scared you might vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough. His eyes — god, his eyes — they searched your face like you were something holy, like every answer he’d ever wanted was written in the curve of your smile.

He kissed your knuckles, slow and passionate, and that tiny gesture nearly undid you. The way he was looking at you sent a shiver down your spine. Tears pricked behind your eyes, not from sadness, but from the insane, overwhelming relief of finally feeling. Like your chest had cracked open and light was pouring in, fierce and free.

And damn, it felt so, so good to finally breathe again.

The best part, freedom didn’t need an invitation — it just showed up, slipped right between you two like it belonged there all along.

And then, his lips found yours. No hesitation, no second-guessing, just there — warm and certain and carrying every shred of doubt far, far away. If those questions still existed, you sure as hell weren’t looking for them.

Bangchan kissed you like he knew. Like he knew exactly how long you’d been waiting for this, and he wasn’t about to ruin it with panic or rush. He was careful, but not shy — calculated without making it feel forced, a perfect balance of hunger and restraint that made your heart stutter in your chest.

This wasn’t reckless. No, this was something else entirely. This felt like he was handling something precious, like you were made of glass and he wasn’t sure if you’d shatter or melt in his hands. Maybe a bit of both.

Your arms looped around his neck, a familiar move, but now it felt charged. You’d always been secretly obsessed with how he towered over you, how his presence alone seemed to wrap around you like a second skin. Like gravity had picked favorites and he was yours.

Without even breaking the kiss, you found the hem of his drenched T-shirt, fingers brushing over cool skin as you tugged it upward. He caught the hint, helping you pull it over his head in one smooth motion before tossing it somewhere behind him like it didn’t matter — because it didn’t.

The jacket he’d draped over your shoulders slipped to the floor with a quiet thud. Your lips were still tangled in his, tasting rain and fire and something dangerously close to forever. Every brush of your mouth against his felt like a spark in a storm, friction building and building until you were certain you’d catch flame.

You didn’t know how long you’d been kissing him, and honestly? You didn’t care. All you knew was this moment — soaked skin, racing pulse, and the wild, breathless certainty that whatever this was between you, it was finally, finally real.

Before he even thought about sitting down, Bangchan stripped off every soaked, useless layer like it personally offended him. His shirt hit the floor with a wet splat, followed by the rest, and then he dropped onto the edge of the bed like he owned the damn place — which, technically, he did, but still.

You stood between his knees, and for a second, it felt like the air got thinner.

Slowly — painfully slowly, because he had to know exactly what he was doing to you — he tugged your skirt lower, knuckles grazing your skin like it was an accident. His fingers made quick work of your boots, then your sweater, all without breaking eye contact. His gaze had this impossible mix: soft but hungry, steady but burning with something you couldn’t quite name. Like you were some kind of inevitable he’d been waiting for without even realizing it.

Without a word, he curled his hand around the back of your thigh and coaxed you onto his lap, like you were gravity and he didn’t stand a chance. You went willingly — of course you did — knees bracketing his hips, your palms finding his shoulders, solid and warm beneath your hands.

He hovered at your mouth, maddeningly close but not quite there. A ghost of a smile played at the corners of his lips, easily teasing you.

His breath skimmed yours, electric and careful, until finally his lips brushed over yours, so light you almost convinced yourself you imagined it. His hands tightened at your waist, fingers sinking into your skin like he needed you closer. Like breathing wasn’t enough anymore.

The room fell into this heady, perfect silence, just the sound of your breathing, uneven and shallow, and the rain tapping against the window like it was keeping rhythm.

Your voice barely rose above a whisper, but it carried all the weight in the world. “Can we just freeze this?” you asked, your eyes tracing every line of his face like you were afraid it might vanish. “Right here, right now. Forever.”

You felt him shiver beneath your fingertips — or maybe it was you. Hard to tell anymore. His answer was the way he kissed you like yes. Like hell yes.

Bangchan let out a low, rough sound, like you’d just stolen the last ounce of self-control he had left. His mouth trailed along your jawline, barely-there kisses that felt like they were searing into your skin.

Normally, he was the one filling the space with words — teasing, coaxing, making you dizzy with how easily he could wreck you. But tonight, you wanted him to feel it. To really feel it. Not just in his head, but in his bones.

You cupped his face between your palms, your thumbs brushing the damp heat of his cheeks. God, he looked at you like you were the whole damn galaxy — like he’d waited light-years for this exact moment. And you traced your fingertip along his parted lips. He didn’t even hesitate; he kissed your fingerprint like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, your voice barely louder than the rain tapping at the window — but it hit him like thunder all the same.

He froze, like your words had short-circuited every nerve in his body. His chest rose on a sharp inhale, his eyes drinking you in like you were the only thing keeping him alive. “I’ll always be,” you whispered, like a vow only he was meant to hear. 

His eyes softened, something raw flickering in them, right before you kissed him — full of every unspoken promise, fearless and certain, like you were stitching your heart straight into his mouth.

His hands found your waist, grounding you, as he shifted you effortlessly to the center of the bed. His lips brushed your neck, making you shiver all over again.

“My heart is yours,” he said softly, his lips brushing your skin like he was confessing a secret. “I’m all yours.” His words melted into kisses — first at your lips, then your cheek, and finally at that place beneath your ear that made your breath hitch.

You couldn’t help it. You laughed, breathless and a little reckless. He grinned against your throat, like he liked you like this — alive, teasing him back.

For a heartbeat, you just looked at him. At this man who somehow made the world quiet and loud all at once. Like maybe, just maybe, life could actually be this simple.

“God, you’re so beautiful…” he said, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face, his fingers cradling your chin. His gaze dipped to your lips, dark with hunger. “Wanna touch you everywhere…”

His hand slid to the curve of your neck, making your eyes flick up in challenge.

“Make you feel so good,” he added, voice rough with intent.

You bit your lip, settled deeper into his lap, and gave him your signature smirk. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He didn’t need an invitation twice.

The kiss deepened, turned heady and hungry, but never rushed. Bangchan’s fingers toyed with the side of your panties, lazy and teasing, like he had all the time in the world to drive you insane. He hooked his finger under the edge, barely grazing your skin — just enough to send a sharp, electric pulse through your entire body.

There was heat, sure. A wildfire between you, no doubt. But underneath it, something steadier, something that felt terrifyingly like eternity. He wasn’t rushing it. He wasn’t just touching you to have you — he was memorizing you. Worshipping, almost.

“I want you,” you breathed in his mouth, voice rough around the edges, like it had been sanded down to the truth.

He didn’t waste a second. Quick, practiced, a little frantic but still smiling that lazy half-smile of his as he reached for protection, slipping it on in record time, like every second apart was unbearable.

You shifted your knees, adjusting for him — for both of you — and his eyes darkened like you’d just flipped a switch. He tugged the last stubborn scrap of fabric away, his hands lingering like he couldn’t quite let it go.

Without thinking, without hesitating, you sank down onto him, the movement natural, inevitable, like your bodies already knew this rhythm by heart. A gasp escaped you both, caught somewhere between surprise and relief.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, not for balance, but because you needed to hold on to something real — and he was the only thing that felt like solid ground.

Bangchan buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips warm and wet against your skin, like he couldn’t get close enough. Like he wanted to taste every inch of you, commit you to memory, down to the last shiver.

You moved against him slowly at first, like you wanted to feel every single second of it — to let it burn through your nerves until it became too much to hold back. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as if he couldn’t stand even a breath of distance.

Every shift of your hips dragged a sound from him, rough and raw, like he was barely holding on. His head fell back for a moment, jaw clenched tight, but then his gaze was back on you — dark, devouring, full of need that felt like it could swallow you whole.

You tried to swallow the sounds tearing out of you, sinking your teeth into your lip, into his shoulder, into whatever you could reach — but it was useless. Every slow thrust made you unravel a little more, made you feel like you were coming apart right around him. He filled you so deep, so perfectly, it felt obscene, like your body was made just to take him.

And he knew it too — the way he moved inside you was relentless, unhurried but devastating, like he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him, every inch of what he was doing to you.

And he wasn’t any steadier.

He fought to hold himself together, but the moans kept breaking free, rough and desperate. He was lost in the delirium of being buried deep inside you, of feeling you stretch and clench around him like you were made to take him. The way you took him, so eager and tight, had his control fraying fast.

He was pulsing with need, every second of restraint twisting into something almost unbearable — too good, too much, almost painful in its pleasure.

His hand slid up to your hair, fingers threading through before he tugged it aside to expose your neck. His mouth found your skin without hesitation — warm, open kisses trailing along your pulse, his tongue tasting the sweat-slick heat of you. 

He worked his way down your neck, lips brushing teasingly over every inch of your sensitive skin. At your chest, he paused, let his tongue explore the soft skin there, coaxing a sharp gasp from you as your body reacted without thinking. He wanted to ruin you with his mouth, to taste every inch until you were dripping for him, until the only thing you could think about was how good he felt owning you like this.

You found your rhythm together, perfectly in sync, like you’d been built for this. Built for him. Each roll of your hips sent a fresh wave of need spiraling through your veins, building, tightening, pulling you both closer to the edge. His hands held you like he couldn’t bear to let go, his touch rough but reverent, worshipping every inch of you.

The room felt molten, the air thick with heat and desire. Moans tangled between you, breathless and desperate, until all you could hear was the storm outside and the sound of your bodies moving together.

"Can’t get enough of you—fuck—" Bangchan’s voice tore out of him, rough and wrecked, words slipping into broken sounds as his hips snapped into yours, chasing the high with a desperation that felt like it might kill him.

Sweat and rainwater dripped down his skin, slick between your bodies, his hair clinging damp to his forehead. He looked like sin, like every fantasy you’d ever had but filthier, messier, better.

You crashed your mouth to his, swallowing the ragged moan that escaped him, tasting the heat of it on his tongue.

“Please,” you begged, breath trembling as your lips brushed his. “God, please, just—”

"You feel—fuck," he choked, breath catching hard as you rolled your hips, grinding right where he needed you. His eyes fluttered shut, helpless to the way you squeezed around him.

"Say it," you demanded, your voice all heat and sin, lips brushing his ear like a spark to gasoline.

He groaned, wrecked. "So good, so fucking good, baby, you drive me insane."

Your lips parted on a shaky exhale, your entire body tightening around him. The knot low in your belly twisted, pulling you closer to that breaking point with every relentless thrust. The storm outside thrashed against the windows, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside you.

Your forehead pressed against his, breaths tangling, sweat-slicked skin sliding together as you moved in sync. His gaze burned into you, wild and wrecked, like he couldn’t get enough.

"That's it," he rasped, rough and hungry. His thumb worked your clit in tight, relentless circles, dragging you closer to the edge. "Cum for me, baby. Be my good girl and soak my cock. Let me feel you lose it all over me."

“Fuck, you were made for me,” he rasped, voice thick and raw, every word dripping hunger. His hips snapped into you, fast and relentless, hitting so deep it made your mind spin, had you gasping his name over and over like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

You felt impossibly full, stretched around him to the point of unbearable pleasure, and you craved it — you wanted more, wanted him to take you apart until you were nothing but his.

Bangchan’s hand slid up to your throat, not choking, just holding you there, steady and close, like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you. His other hand gripped your waist tight, dragging you harder onto his cock, like he was chasing something dangerous and beautiful all at once — like he needed to claim every part of you.

“Take every inch of me,” he growled against your skin, his lips hot at your neck as his teeth sank in, just sharp enough to make you shiver. “Fuck—yes, just like that, my perfect fucking girl.”

Your body clamped down on him, another violent wave of pleasure wracking through you as you moved together, desperate and wild. His breath stuttered, sharp and wrecked, his hips jolting hard when you clenched around him again, milking him, pulling a raw, broken moan from deep in his throat.

“Fuck, angel,—” His voice cracked, strangled on a gasp, and then he lost it completely. His hips slammed up into you, rough and frantic, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you with a helpless, guttural sound, like he was unraveling from the inside out.

The second you felt him pulse, you shattered, pleasure crashing through you in devastating waves. Your whole body jerked, trembling in his hold, your mouth falling open on a cry of his name that sounded like both worship and ruin. He groaned through his release, grinding up into you as he emptied himself fully, like he couldn’t stop, like he never wanted to stop.

Even when the aftershocks tore through you both, he kept you tight against him, breathing hard, lips brushing your skin in shaky, reverent kisses. He kissed you like he was trying to swallow your moans, like he was desperate to keep every last sound of you for himself.

Your breath was wrecked, your chest heaving against his as you clung to him, still pulsing around him like you never wanted to let him go.

“Such a perfect little thing for me,” he rasped, dark and tender all at once, “my pretty girl.”

And in his eyes, you swore you saw it — the words he didn’t say yet, thick and heavy and dangerous on the tip of his tongue.

After basically spending the entire weekend barricaded in Bangchan’s apartment — more specifically, in his bed — where you’d thoroughly explored every possible way to kill the mutual longing, you figured it was time to rejoin society. Preferably not looking like you’d just crawled out of a two-day sex coma, but well, damage done.

The perfect excuse arrived in the form of Changbin and the rest of the soccer guys throwing a victory party after their game. They won, obviously — and Bangchan had not let you forget it for even a second. He’d been strutting around the dorm like some smug MVP, dropping lines like, “You’re literally sleeping with the best basketball player, babe. Iconic behavior.”

You were so gone for him it was almost embarrassing. Almost.

It was Sunday night, and looming over you like an anxious little storm cloud was the fact that this was your last week. Final week. Curtain call was Friday, and you were already spiraling.

The panic over your performance felt like it had its own pulse — quick, sharp, and completely unnecessary, considering Hyunjin and Seungmin had basically held your hand and all but screamed, “You’re going to kill it. Stop overthinking.”

Still. Easier said than done.

Although, to be fair, the crippling anxiety had taken a temporary vacation over the last 48 hours — because Bangchan, bless him, had thoroughly, repeatedly, and almost heroically, fucked it right out of you.

Like a true gentleman.

He kept your hand in his the entire walk, fingers tangled like it was the most natural thing in the world. And you couldn't help but smile at the way he casually included you in every plan for the mid-year break. Like he couldn’t imagine doing any of it without you. You didn't even realize how much you needed that feeling until you had it.

When you got to the frat house, the party was already in full swing—music thumping, laughter spilling out into the yard. The moment you two stepped through the door, a few of the basketball guys waved, greeting Bangchan with their usual teasing banter. And, surprisingly, they were actually kind of polite to you. No eye rolls, no snickers. Just the usual ‘Hey, Bangchan’s girl’ vibes. But that was enough.

You’d chosen a dress that was a little daring—tight, short, and definitely not the kind of thing you’d wear to a casual party. But you didn’t mind it. Especially when Bangchan’s leather jacket was draped over your shoulders. It was a nice change, wearing something of his, and you kind of liked how it made you feel like you had a little piece of him with you.

And, of course, he didn’t complain about it. In fact, he was practically glowing, the way he looked at you, like he couldn’t wait to show you off. You could tell he was enjoying the attention, and somehow, that made you want to pull him in closer, just to remind him that yeah, you were his too.

The party was already in full swing when you and Bangchan walked in, fingers laced. When he squeezed your hand like a silent promise, you didn’t think twice about holding tighter.

The music was loud, people were already half-drunk on cheap beer and good vibes, but it was the way your friends froze mid-conversation that really caught your attention.

Changbin’s eyes went wide first, like he’d just seen his parents kissing. “Hold on. Hold on,” he said, pointing between you and Bangchan like he was trying to solve a crime scene. “My two pretty best friends are... doing this now?” He made a vague swirling motion with his finger that you hoped was meant to represent holding hands and not something filthier.

Hyunjin didn’t miss a beat. He scoffed and threw his arm over your shoulder, grinning like the devil himself. “Back off,” he shot back. “She’s my best friend.”

You raised a brow, looking between the two of them. “Okay, can we not make this weird?” you deadpanned, shrugging Hyunjin’s arm off with a smirk. 

Your friends were loving every second. You could see it on their faces — the shared glances, the knowing smirks, like they’d been waiting for this moment longer than you had.

"Honestly," Jisung chimed in from the couch, raising his drink dramatically, "about damn time."

Seungmin just gave you a slow, nodding approval, the corners of his lips barely twitching into a smile. “We had a pool going,” he said, as if that explained everything.

You shot him a playful, but suspicious look. "A pool? Seriously?"

"You're a very predictable couple," Seungmin replied with zero shame.

Bangchan chuckled under his breath, his smile tugging at the corners of his mouth in that way that made your knees go a little traitorous. "Told you they’d figure it out."

You nudged him with your shoulder, smiling but with a touch of sass. “I was kind of hoping for more mystery. You know, make them work for it.”

"Yeah, well," he said, leaning closer so only you could hear, his voice low and warm in your ear, "I’m not that good at pretending I don’t want you."

And just like that, you were the one who had to fight back the stupid, giddy grin threatening to take over your face.

The night rolled on with teasing jokes and too many toasts in the team’s honor, but somewhere between the crowded kitchen and the messy dance floor, you caught Bangchan watching you — like you were the only person in the room worth looking at.

And you looked at him the same way.

You were still breathless from Bangchan’s kiss, your smile stretching so wide it almost hurt. You two were dancing and kissing almost the whole night. When you felt someone step into your line of sight.

You turned, and there she was — Eunji.

Her gaze flicked between you and Bangchan, catching the way he still had his arm slung lazily around your waist like he belonged there (because he did). For a split second, something unreadable passed over her face, but then she forced a smile.

“Hey.” Eunji’s voice was quieter than usual, almost hesitant, as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Congrats on the game. You played really well.”

Bangchan blinked, caught off guard by how soft her tone was. “Uh… thanks,” he said, a little wary.

She shifted her weight, eyes flicking to you for a beat before landing back on him. “Do you think we could talk for a second?” she asked, nodding toward the hallway. “Just us?” Her gaze lingered on you, like she was asking permission. Or daring you to say no.

You shot Bangchan a quick glance. He met your eyes with quiet understanding and gave you a little nod, squeezing your hand before letting go.

Curiosity pulled you to follow her.

In the quieter corner of the frat, Eunji took a breath like she was gearing up for something heavy. 

“Look, I probably don’t have the right to even ask you to listen,” she began, voice tight. “But I need to say this.”

You didn’t move. Arms crossed, not hostile — just careful. “Okay. Say it.”

She nodded, like that tiny bit of permission gave her permission to fall apart.

"I was jealous," she admitted, the words tumbling out too fast, like they’d been bottled up for too long. "It’s stupid, I know. But it felt like you had everything — both of the hot guys," she gave a bitter, awkward laugh, "while I had no one. And it got in my head. Made me ugly inside. I hated how small I felt next to you."

Her honesty was disarming. You hadn’t expected her to just lay it out like that.

"I guess I thought," she went on, voice wobbling, "if I could tear you down, maybe I’d feel less... invisible. But it didn’t work. It only made me feel worse. And I am sorry. I’m sorry for how I treated you."

You searched her expression, looking for cracks, for any sign of performance — but what you saw was genuine. Flawed, but real.

You studied her face. No defenses. Just raw regret and maybe a little shame. For the first time, she looked like someone trying to unlearn the worst parts of herself.

You tilted your head. “Is this because of Sohee?”

Her head jerked up. “No,” she said quickly, eyes wide. “This isn’t damage control. This is me... finally being honest.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy but not uncomfortable. Finally, you let out a breath.

"I can’t speak for everyone," you said honestly, thinking of your friends who had long since cut ties with her. "But for me... I need more time. You hurt me, Eunji. Really hurt me. And that’s not something I can forget overnight."

Eunji’s eyes shimmered, but she didn’t argue. She nodded slowly, lips pressed together like she was holding back a hundred other apologies. “That’s fair,” she whispered. “And... I’m happy for you. And Bangchan. You look really happy.”

You didn’t say thank you. But you didn’t walk away, either.

And maybe that was enough — for now.

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away, her figure disappearing back into the noise of the party. You stayed there for a beat, letting the moment settle in your chest, then spun on your heel and made a beeline for Bangchan.

He caught sight of you immediately, his whole face lighting up like you were the only thing that mattered in the room. "Hey," he said, pulling you back into his arms like you were gravity itself. "Everything okay?"

You slipped your arms around his neck, your heart finally settling. "Yeah."

His grin went lazy and warm, and he kissed you again, slow and certain, like you were home.

You were pretty sure your organs were about to revolt — heart somewhere in your throat, stomach twisted in knots, lungs forgetting how to breathe. Your hands trembled as you peeked through the velvet curtain, catching a glimpse of the packed house. First row, all family. Behind them, a blur of students, teachers, and more faces than you wanted to count.

Seungmin was adding the final touches to his makeup with clinical calm, while Hyunjin stretched dramatically in the corner like he was about to run a marathon instead of hitting the stage.

You were ready — or as ready as someone could be when standing on the edge of a dream. The makeup they had given you was soft, radiant. Perfect for Seulgi — the wild, bright, untamable girl you’d spent months breathing life into. A character made of longing and light, all wild heart and messy hope. You’d love her instantly.

And tonight, you were going to give her everything.

Then, right on cue, you felt him — warm arms sliding around your waist, steady and grounding, a kiss pressed to the top of your head like a silent anchor in the storm.

You leaned into him without thinking, soaking in the calm he carried like it was oxygen.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you, his grin wide and full of awe. “My girl’s a star.”

And for a moment, everything stilled — nerves, noise, the chaos behind the curtain — like the whole world was holding its breath just for you.

You felt your face flush, your cheeks burning in that dizzying, weightless way that only came when someone made you feel so properly, soul-deep loved that it scrambled your entire system.

“I’m so nervous, I think I might faint,” you whispered, pressing a trembling hand to your stomach. The silky fabric of your dress did nothing to calm the storm underneath.

You peeked through the curtain again, heart stuttering at the packed audience. It looked endless. A sea of eyes. A million possible failures.

Bangchan gently cupped your chin, coaxing your gaze away from the chaos and back to him — steady, warm, certain.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and fierce in that quiet way of his. “You’re gonna walk out there and blow their minds. There’s not a single universe where this doesn’t go amazing — because it’s you. And you’re the best.”

It was stupid, how quickly your throat tightened. How fast your chest got all shaky, like his words had knocked the air clean out of your lungs. You blinked hard, refusing to let the tears fall and mess up the makeup Nahee had so carefully painted on you.

“Stop,” you whispered, biting back a wobbly smile. “You’re gonna make me cry and then everyone’s gonna think my character dies in act one.”

He laughed, quiet and warm, and you took a shaky breath. Because suddenly, you wanted to say something that had been burning at the edges of your mind for days.

You wanted to leap, to risk it all.

“Bangchan, I—”

“Guys! It’s time!” Miss Baek’s voice cut through the moment like a bell, bright and urgent as she clapped her hands, motioning everyone to gather backstage.

You stepped back, breath caught, the confession stuck in your throat. But you weren’t ready to let go of him just yet, so instead of finishing your sentence, you reached for his hand and pulled him into the small circle forming around the cast and crew.

Miss Baek stood in the center, her eyes gleaming with pride. “All right, everyone,” she said, voice a little breathless with excitement. “This is it. You’ve worked hard for this show. Now go out there and own it. I trust you — every single one of you. So... break a leg.”

You felt Bangchan’s thumb brush over your knuckles again, grounding you.

And even with your nerves still coiled tight in your chest, a flicker of something brighter pushed through — like maybe you could do this. Maybe you were ready.

Especially with him right there, holding your hand like he never planned to let go.

The curtain rose slowly and steady, gliding open with a faint hum that made your pulse spike. Lights warmed the stage with a golden hue, soft and rich, like the first rays of sun spilling through a window on a quiet morning. The theater was silent — not the heavy, awkward kind of quiet, but the kind that buzzed with anticipation. Like everyone was holding their breath at the same time.

And then Seungmin stepped into the light.

Dressed in his costume — something timeless and simple — he looked completely at ease, the softest confidence in his posture as he took his place center stage. No theatrics. No build-up. Just him. And then he opened his mouth to sing.

It was like the world paused.

His voice slipped into the room like silk — clear, effortless, pure in that heart-wrenching kind of way that doesn’t just touch you, but clutches at something deep inside your chest. Notes floated from his mouth like a secret he trusted the whole room to keep. 

Someone in the third row audibly gasped. Someone else sniffled. And no one even cared about hiding it.

You could feel it ripple across the room — the moment where everyone realized this wasn’t just a student play. This was something real. Something alive.

And a huge part of that was Bangchan. He made a real effort to help.

You could see him in the sound booth, lit only by the glow of his equipment. His headset was on, hands gliding over the controls like he was conducting his own invisible symphony. Every rise and fall in Seungmin’s voice was perfectly balanced, wrapped in a sound that felt warm and cinematic.

The reverb was subtle, giving Seungmin's voice the echo of a cathedral without drowning him in it. The background instrumental, faded in at just the right moment, swelled like a heartbeat — quiet and steady — then soared.

The lighting shifted with the rhythm, delicate hues melting from gold to soft blue, and you knew that was Bangchan too. Timing everything. Perfecting everything. Making the show feel bigger than the stage it stood on.

The audience didn’t move. No one dared. It was like they were afraid that even a single breath might break the spell.

And when Seungmin hit the last note — long and gentle, the kind of note that settled into your bones — the silence lingered for one suspended second before the applause burst like a wave, loud and relentless, crashing against the walls of the theater.

You clapped with everyone else, heart pounding, chest full, eyes shining.

And somewhere backstage, you caught Bangchan glancing up from his booth just long enough to shoot you a grin.

As if to say, Yeah. We did that.

It was Act Three.

Your act.

The final, sweeping moment you’d been rehearsing in front of mirrors, empty classes, and late-night voice notes. And now, standing just behind the curtain with the theater buzzing like a live wire around you, it hits you all at once — the weight of it. The lights dimmed, the overture swelled, and your pulse was racing so hard it felt like it might echo through your mic.

You smoothed your dress with slightly trembling hands, eyes darting through the curtain gap to catch a glimpse of the full house. Your chest rose with a shaky inhale. 

“Hey—hey, wait,” a voice said, breathless.

You turned, confused — and there he was.

Wild-eyed, flushed, a little out of breath like he’d just run across the building — and completely not where he was supposed to be. “What are you—? You need to go,” you whispered, eyes wide. “You’re supposed to be in the booth! I’m literally about to go on—”

He didn’t answer. He just grabbed your face and kissed you.

No warning. No hesitation. Just lips on yours like it was the most natural, necessary thing in the world. And everything else — the voices, the music, the sheer panic clawing at your ribcage — melted into static. It was just him. Warm and real and grounding you in a moment that didn’t feel like it could possibly exist in real life.

When he pulled away, he didn’t go far — his forehead pressed to yours, and his hands lingered like he didn’t want to let go just yet.

“Break a leg,” he whispered. Voice low. Serious.

You were about to respond, maybe something witty to cover how stunned you were “Thank—” but then he said it.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

Just like that. No build-up, no performance. Just soft and real and tossed at your feet like a match he was willing to watch burn.

Your breath caught.

You looked up at him, eyes gleaming, lips parted — something in your chest cracked wide open, but the words stayed stuck behind your teeth. Not because you didn’t feel the same. God, you did love him back. But the moment had too much weight, too much emotion, and not enough time.

Someone offstage hissed a frantic “Places!” but neither of you moved.

Instead, you smiled. A little too wide. A little breathless. Tears covering your eyes.

And he got it. He didn’t ask for anything else. 

His entwined fingers slid unhurriedly, inch by inch, until the last touch. Then he backed away like it hurt to leave and vanished into the shadows like he’d never been there at all. 

You wanted to cry — not from sadness, but from the overwhelming weight of it all. Being loved like this, so completely, felt like being wrapped in sunlight after a lifetime of gray. It was terrifying and beautiful and everything in between.

You never expected to fall for Bangchan. Not like this. Not so fully.

But somewhere between the late-night conversations, the lingering looks, and the quiet ways he held space for you, your heart cracked open — and he simply walked in.

And that was it. You were his. And he was already yours.

And then the curtain rose. The light hit your face. And you stepped into it like you were made for it.

And as the first line left your lips, steady and clear, you weren't just playing a part anymore.

You were living it — heart full, eyes bright, and finally, finally, not acting at all.

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top!Lucas/Wong Yukhei x bottom!male reader

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WC: 2,4

Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI

Tags: Lucas is a college heartrob, Lucas looks like out of FraternityX, college classmates, friends-to-lovers / fwb, blowjob, "bro" to "slut" but still "bro", low-key rough sex (deepthroat, throat fucking), car sex, semi public sex, tricking into sex.

All individuals consent.

Enjoy!

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Lucas is your hot, stereotypically jock classmate on some of your college classes. It's simply unavoidable falling in love with him. Every day since your classes started, he comes talk to you, his "bro", always with that cute goofy smile.

Today's one of those regular class days. Lucas is looking very handsome today, as usual. Black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and running shoes. Typical attire for him. "Hey, bro!", you greet him, him taking out his Airpods to get ready to chat with you, sitting next to you in the classroom. "Ayo! Wassup", he asked, his goofy smile charming you. "Ahh, just ready for another boring class". "Same here...", Lucas replied.

Class started, and you just can't avoid staring at Lucas often, just like you do every single class. He looks so hot, chewing gum, checking on his phone because he's getting tired of the class... taking the minimum notes he could take of whatever the professor is talking about. He's so tall, so sexy... His tan skin, full lips, sharp jawline, those big eyes... you just can't believe such a handsome guy is your friend. Could that change?

Class finished. Such a good day so far, you guys talked a lot in the break, having some good laughs with your friends. Time to go home now. Lucas had an out of usual proposal today. "Yo, uhm, I brought the car today, and I need to drive towards your place direction. I can offer you a ride, wanna hop in?", he asked, goofily smirking like always.

"Ohh, sure, thanks mate", you replied, excited. What better to spend some time with your friend at his car? This is new for you, he usually just drives towards the other direction, and you have to take the bus. You both leave the building and go to the campus' parking lot, where you see Lucas' car. "Here we go, hop in champ", he said, giggling. You replied with a smile, opened the door and got on the co-pilot seat, then closing the door. Lucas got on the driver's seat, and closed his door

Surprisingly, he didn't start the engine. You took some long seconds to realise, as you were checking your phone for a bit. When you turn your head to look at him, he's smirking at you. "What happens?" you ask, nervously smiling. "You think I don't notice when you look at me in class?", he asks, pressing the button to lock the doors. "W-What do you mean?", you ask, a bit shyly as you acknowledge the fact you do check on him often.

"You like me. You're in love with me, don't you?", he keeps asking. You don't answer anything, looking down. "Don't be shy... you can tell me. I won't judge you. I'm into boys sometimes as well. Don't be afraid", he kept telling you.

"Y-Yeah, I guess I do... I like you...", you answer. "Right...", Lucas sighs, nodding. He then suddenly grabs you by your nape, pulling you into a short kiss. His big lips smooches yours, so quick you can't even get to close your eyes. "W-What~", you stutter, before staring at Lucas for a second and then going back kissing him, this time making out already.

Lucas guided all the kiss, first softly biting your lips and then starting to pu his tongue into your mouth, to which you reply by doing the same. Your tongues dance inside of each other's mouth. "Mgmgh~", you moan inside of Lucas mouth, loving each part of it. You just can't believe you're kissing your crush and friend... and it's as good as you expected it.

You guys keep making out for long minutes, Lucas way of kissing getting a bit more aggressive and horny, starting to bite a bit more rougher your lips and putting his tongue deep into your mouth, making you moan quietly and squirm.

Lucas stops kissing you but keeps his face very close to you. "Y/N", he says, with his characteristic deep voice, staring at you with his big handsome eyes. You stare at him and reply: "W-What... did I do something wro-".

"Have you ever had sex?", Lucas said, interrupting you. Shivers run through your body when you heard that. Is what you've been waiting for ages finally going to happen? You get a bit shocked but find some breath to reply. "N-No, Y-Yukhei...", you reply. awaiting for Lucas reaction.

"Let's see if we can fix that...", Lucas said, smirking and starting to caress near your crotch. Right afterwards, he goes back on making out with you. You also caress his thighs, but get a bit more daring. You try putting a hand over his crotch, and you notice that Lucas' bulge is getting rock hard.

One of Lucas hands starts caressing your butt, to which you let him do because you're liking it. You start feeling the passion of the moment in your chest, a sentiment of euphoria bubbling inside of you. You start grabbing and kneading Lucas's bulge, loving how hard it's getting. You feel Lucas low groans inside of your mouth while you two keep on making out passionately.

At some point Lucas pulled out again, and stared at you just like he did previously. He whispered lower this time. "Y/N... Come over and suck me off... would you like to?", he said, outspoken like the bad boy he is. You had to get daring to reply to such proposal, thinking about how you're about to lose your virginity to your hot friend...

...specially when you two are in a car in the campus parking lot. "L-Lucas, what if someone sees tho...", you say, looking around. It's true that there's not people around currently, but you can see people walking far away. "Don't worry, Y/N... If you kneel in front of me, no one will see. The windows are high enough and the pedals are behind enough for someone to fit", he said, sounding strangely logical. "Have you done this before...", you asked suspiciously. "Uhm do you want to have sex or not-", he says, wanting you to ignore that. "Y-Yes, sorry", you reply, nervously smirking.

You get over the controls of the car and go knee in front of Lucas. He was right, your feet barely touch the pedals and head ends up right below of the windows. Lucas put a tiny pillow on the floor so your knees don't hurt. "Thanks...", you sigh. "No worries. Now, unzip it...", he says, staring at you from above. Fuck, he looks so hot like that. Legs spreaded, his big bulge showing, and his handsome face sexily staring at you from above. You're so thrilled...

You unzip Lucas pants, and lower his boxers just enough so his dick sticks out. You're shocked despite it being just like you expected it... A 23cm thick cock, veiny and tan like his body, trimmed pubes and slightly curved. You do a hard swallow when you see it, wondering how you'll make it to suck it all. "B-Bro, you're very... like... hung like a horse, d-damn...", you say, your voice trembling a bit. Lucas giggled quietly. "That's what everyone says", he jokes. "You can go at your own pace, don't worry".

You grab Lucas cock. It's very warm and soft. You can't lie, it looks tasty as fuck... You stroke it a bit to get it as hard as it can. It's the first time you touch a dick that's not your own... it feels so good already. "You can start licking it", Lucas suggests, to which you finally do. You put your tongue in the cock's tip and start swirling it around, then going up and down licking all his shaft as if it were a lollipop, making sure to get it wet with your saliva.

You then slowly take Lucas cock in your mouth, almost halfway through. It tastes so good indeed, you already have an obsession for it. You suck it happily, but kind of concerned about how will you do to take the bottom half of the cock if Lucas asks you to deepthroat him.

Lucas moans in pleasure, enjoying how good you are sucking him. "That's it, fuck... Keep sucking it...", he groaned. You kept sucking it good, your lips fully kissing and taking Lucas' big cock, tasting all his flavourful flesh. You slapped this tip on your tongue, trying to give him such a good blowjob.

You kept sucking his dick, up and down and swirling your tongue in it. "Do you like it, Y/N?", he asked, sexily. "Y-Yeah... I'm loving it...", you said, jerking him off for a second and then going back sucking him. "So fucking good... You're almost like a natural cocksucker... Woah... You're doing it amazingly... Look at me while you suck me", he ordered. Being called a cocksucker really turned you on, you complied with him and stared at him while keeping on sucking his big dick. "Just like that, yeah~", he groaned.

You can hear the voices of some students nearby. They are probably gonna get on their cars. You stop sucking him just in case they're close enough they can see. Lucas didn't agree tho. He grabbed you by your nape and forced you back on his cock, now making you suck him even deeper than before. "Don't worry, they aren't close enough, they won't see anything. Keep sucking, fuck", he said, enjoying it so much.

"Damn, from all the sluts I've gotten in here, you're the one of the better ones already...", Lucas sexily groaned, looking at your eyes. Despite you being his friend, it looks like he now can't stop seeing you as one of his fuckmates. It didn't help that, the moment he called you a slut, you just started taking his dick even deeper into your mouth, almost taking it entirely. "Fuck, fuck, just like that, yeah~", he said, while you jerked off the base of his dick.

Lucas started thrusting slowly upwards, now fucking your mouth. Your gag reflex activated, some saliva starting to leak out of your mouth. Nevertheless, you got used to it, and were able to take his thrusts. Lucas dick feels so fucking good inside of your mouth, you just don't want to ever leave from his dick. You're addicted. And he loves it as much as well.

"F-Fuck, if I knew you were this good sucking cock I'd have taken you here earlier, fuck", Lucas said, grateful of having tricked you into getting into his car planning to fuck you good already. "Now I'm gonna push your head so you take it all inside okay? Take a deep breath, bro", Lucas said and you nodded. He grabbed you by your hair and pushed your head deep into his cock, making you deepthroat his 23cm dick all inside of your mouth. You start gagging, some tiny tears coming out of your eyes as it was too much to take.

"You like it, don't you? Huh? Tell me, come on bro, fucking tell me", he groaned, thrusting upwards while you deepthroated him. You obviously couldn't answer; yet, you tried. "MgmghMGGH-", was all you could say. Honestly it wasn't a surprise to you that Lucas liked it rough... you actually liked it as well. You loved how such big cock tasted in your mouth, it was all you've been longing for so much time, having your friend's dick all inside of you.

Lucas let you take off his dick out of your mouth, letting you breath. You kept stroking him off while you heavily exhaled. You looked at him and smiled, letting him know how much you're loving it. Then, you went suck his cock again, now sucking it up and down thoroughly.

Both Lucas and you got very euphoric. The car got filled with dirty sounds such as your sloppy noises and moans and Lucas groans and dirty talking. You love your friend's dick so much you just can't stop sucking it, and that's having an effect on Lucas. His dick started throbbing, and you could feel that in your mouth.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come, you bitch, fuck, I can't believe how of a fucking good cocksucker you're~ keep taking all my dick, bro, come on", he said, thrusting upwards while you sucked him good. You can feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat, tasting his flesh, and his bitter precum flavoring all your mouth.

"I don't like cleaning my car, you better swallow it, okay?", he said, his voice breaking as his groans got louder. Let's hope there's no one around. Even if you're well hidden, Lucas dirty talking couldn't avoid getting loud and noticeable. You nodded happily to what Lucas said, sucking his dick so good and awaiting for his cream.

Lucas finally came inside of your mouth. Fuck, it's a fucking lot of cum. Warm, thick, plentiful and bitter cream spurted inside of your mouth, some directly getting down your throat, while his throbbing dick is still inside. You start swallowing, the closing and opening motions of your throat satisfying Lucas so much it even milks his until the very last drop.

You swallow most of his cum, leaving some in your tongue. Lucas takes his dick out of your mouth, and leaves it over your face. You can feel the whole weight of his fat long dick all across of your face. "Show me your tongue, now", he ordered, smirking, to which you showed him your tongue with some remains of cum still there. "Fuck, I never thought I'd finally see my friend taking all my cum like that. Call this a friendship strengthening pact", he giggled, goofy as ever. "Now seriously, I wish this happened earlier. You're such a good fucking fuckmate, gosh, I never expected you to be this good at sucking dick", he softly and sexily whispered, keeping on with the sexy atmosphere. "And I never expected your dick to feel this good, I loved it, Yukhei...", you whispered.

Lucas leaned over to kiss you, you both swapping saliva and his own cum in a passionate and sloppy kiss. You both make out for a long while. Everything is different now. You're not a virgin anymore, you lost your virginity to the your friend you've been attracted to for so long... And your friendship is not going to ever be the same. It's just going to get better from now on.

Lucas pulls out, a string of saliva mixed with cum falling in between you both. "You haven't come yet, did you?", he asked sexily. "N-No, I haven't...", you replied. "It's not a good first time until you get to cum, bro", he said, softly smacking your butt...

Part 2?

[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

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#12 an easy man! | #13 kuromi pic! | #14 white tee!

notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (0.5k words)

minghao walked into the back. taking off his apron, he smiled at you. you had already gotten up and folded the blanket to which he stuffed into the bag he carried.

“ready to go?” he asked as he looked up to you. you stiffly stood by him, hands holding the strap of your bag awkwardly and you just nodded.

you closed up the store and went your way out.

you lead the way to the bus stop you usually go to as minghao treaded right beside you.

“crazy i didn’t see you yesterday,” you randomly brought up.

minghao slowly turned to you and squinted his eyes, “we did but like just for a few seconds.”

you immediately made an ‘o’ with your mouth as you recalled.

the bus arrived and you two got on, sitting by each other, your shoulders touched but non of you moved. perhaps you were too tired to?

“you were gonna go out with mingyu today?” he tilted his head. “ah well it wasn’t a set in stone plan, i didn’t even know if i’d wake up the next day,” you laughed. “and you didn’t,” he giggled and sighed. it’s true, you slept for most of the day.

“but that was the first time you hung out with mingyu right? you two seem so close.”

“i think i just adapt well,” you reasoned. notably, you had to adapt well because of how good it would’ve been for the mission.

“understandable. if i didn’t know how friendly you were i would’ve just guessed that you fell for mingyu and that’s what brought you to say yes to going out with him.”

“well isn’t mingyu that guy all of the people in school fall for?” you turned your body to face minghao, showing interest in the conversation.

“oh, are you one of those people yn?” minghao tapped on his chin to provoke you.

your eyes locked into minghao’s out of shock. you coughed out a chuckle and retracted your eyes to the floor. “no,” you sighed out and grinned. “not at all. my heart belongs to someone else,” you softly let out.

as minghao got silent, you swiftly turned your eyes to him but all you saw was a warm smile on his face.

“am i going to unlock the yn secret and find out who it is today?” he poked in more fun.

you sneered and rested your head on your hand, “don’t need to unlock it today when you’ve already guessed it before.”

shit, why are you the one revealing secrets to him? shouldn’t it be the other way around? that’s what you thought as you kept speaking. but minghao’s response cleared your cloudy head.

“well i hope that goes well for you. i’m sure it will.”

there it was again. the tinge of sweetness from minghao that somehow made your heart melt.

it was nice to have someone like this around but also, it wasn’t. he was gravely making you forget why you’re here in the first place.

and the lingering texture of he blanket on your skin made it all the more forgettable.

funfact: the manager wasn’t at work today which is why yn decided to nap straight away. yn thought falling asleep during work was going to be the end of their career however waking up to having a blanket over their shoulders made them realise, they’re glad to have met minghao and have him as a coworker.

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[lemon-boy-stan]

THE 1 - JOHNNY SUH

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The wait for the first standalone chapter of my NCT The Eras series has finally ended! SUMMARY: Johnny and the reader have been best friends since time itself, and they've never fought, until her most recent breakup. GENRE: smut. WARNINGS: unprotected sex, angry sex, years of tension built up between Johnny and the reader, manhandling.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit

Been saying "yes" instead of "no"

I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

I hit the ground running each night

I hit the Sunday matinée

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Johnny always made it clear that he hated your boyfriends, ever since your first boyfriend in highschool. He made it clear that he hated them and that they weren't good for you, and when it turned out to be true, he was always pissed.

Johnny had only ever had one girlfriend before, in his final year of highschool, the year Nakamoto Yuta took you to prom. You weren't even sure if Johnny was going, and he asked her out the day before.

They seemed pretty happy at the dance, and they were hot and sexy at the after party; Johnny doing shots off her chest. You had to admit, you were a little jealous. Your own date was god knows where, probably off flirting with some jock or some cheerleader. The first thing he'd said to you which you didn't tell Johnny was that tonight was completely casual. It was just so neither of you would go alone.

The prom and the after party was good, but the weeks after that were not. It was Yuta who dumped you first. You'd been casually seeing each other, even though Johnny had gotten mad about the casual part. "Don't date him if he's got more than one partner," he'd said. "I don't care if he's bisexual." so, it wasn't much of a surprise when he dumped you for Mark, but it hurt. Johnny liked to solve problems with violence.

You preffered rumours, and that was when a war broke out, a week before school finished, a day after you'd both recieved acceptance letters from the same college you'd applied to - school wasn't going to stop two best friends from seeing each other.

It was the world's most horrendus and messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups. Johnny never cried, but his ego had been hurt. She'd said something to him, or about him that you never heard. He never told you what she said, but as his sobs rattled the house you knew you would kill her.

Two years later, and Johnny had stopped dating, dedicating his life to lectures and clubs at college and looking after the four-room flat that you shared in New York. You, of course, had not learned your lesson.

I guess you never know, never know

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed

And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

And it's alright now

Johnny rolled his eyes as you swiped left on your phone. "Seriously," he scoffed, shoving his fork into his food; crunch, crunch. You arched your eyebrow, "what, John?" it had been rocky since Monday, and you brought a blind date home. He snorted, "nothing." you gritted your teeth.

He cocked his head and smiled, "so, plans for today. Do you have another date who's going to interrupt my beauty sleep? Please tell me so I can buy noise cancelling headphones."

The phone dropped on the table almost as soon as your jaw dropped to the floor before you recovered. "Do you have a problem with my love life?" you cocked your head, crossing your arms. Johnny smirked, "yeah, because getting fucked by every guy on campus is a love life." you let out a frustrated scream.

"What the the fuck is your problem?!" you shrieked loudly. "My problem?" he yelled back, "you're the one who doesn't seem to get the intention of every guy who talks to you and then cries as if you didn't see it coming! You're fucking stupid, that's my fucking problem!"

You ignored the stinging pain of his words, using that energy to fire back something even nastier. "At least guys want to fuck me! At least I'm with guys when I'm in my room, unlike you, who probably just jerks off every day like an unexperienced virgin!"

But we were something, don't you think so?Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

I have this dream you're doing cool shit

Having adventures on your own

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

And that's when you scream, because he lifts you off the chair, with a deadly strong grip and lightning fast speed. "Johnny!" you shriek as he drags you into his bedroom. "Johnny! Let me go! Let me go!" but why weren't you scared? Why were you just frustrated?

Your best friend throws you on on his bed. Chucks you. You know what's going to happen, and you can't deny you want it. But you hate him. You hate him so much. And he he hates you too. Oh, yes. You're pretty sure he's hated you ever since kindergarten.

Because, you see, it's not your boyfriends who he hates. It's you. From helping you up after you fell off the swings to being your partner in the science project to standing up for you when they bullied you to picking you first in his sports team to picking you up from a party to to taking you you out your first prom prom to teaching you how to kiss to beating up Nakamoto Yuta and ever other shitty boyfriend to throwing you on his bed he's hated you. And you've hated him. Neither of you have seen it.

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it's another day waking up alone

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

Now, as he grabs your top top with his hand and rips it off your chest and tears off his shirt and pulls down your skirt, you both know clear as day just how much you hate each other.

You know, because the tears roll down your cheeks when he kisses you, finally, finally on the lips. "I hate you," you sob into him, as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, down your chest, along the line of your bra. He ignores you for now, strong, muscular figure and hot, soft lips making their way down your body.

"I hate all the guys you fuck," he growls while licking a slit down your neck. "I hate all the guys that say they love you." a soft gasp escapes your mouth as he sucks on your neck. "And I hate the fact that you think I have no experience."

Ah. So, it was the ego that made him throw you on his bed. You let out a sigh as his tongue worked its way around your clothed breasts, the motion of his mouth creating stars on the ceiling. You didn't even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, or his pants falling to the floor. You couldn't even remember how to say that you hated him, just that you wanted him, just that you knew to ask him.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family

And it would've been sweet

If it could've been me

In my defense, I have none

For digging up the grave another time

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

The stars got bigger and bigger as he flicked his tongue around your nipples, bra gone - when had he taken it off? The stars got bigger and your mind got smaller and soon all you could say was his name. All you could say was his name, "please Johnny please." and then it came out in a scream.

You clapped your hand over your mouth, grabbing the sheets with your left, body shifting up and down his bed, his cock now suddenly inches inside you. Big. He was so big. The tears rolled rolled down your cheeks as you bubbled his name, unable to comprehend. "Big, Johnny. Big." hiccupping his name.

All he did was grunt and breathe as he thrust his full length into you. He kissed your scream down, and it turned good. Now you were moaning and he and he was grunting, placing sloppy kisses each time he thrusted.

He couldn't help but think as the sounds left your mouth and you squirmed finally, finally how much he loved you. How much he'd always loved you. From your dreadful mornings to dreadful days, to afternoons where you cried your heart out on his shoulder. To times where he thought of you, when he was fucking her, and rightfully so, why she broke up with him. To the day where he cried because she'd called you the worst, most unthinkable thing. To the times he'd beaten up every good for nothing boyfriend, he'd loved you, forever and always, as he slowed his pace down.

"I love you," he murmured. You moaned his name, gripping his hair. "Johnny," and he'd never been scared his whole life but now he was as he released his cum inside you and you whined, "Johnny." and he was still scared as he pulled out and you woke up and smiled. "I love you too."

NCT THE ERAS MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 8

Calista and Aaron try out this nectar making contraption then it's time for Kelly's birthday.

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Calista: Buongiorno caro, Buon compleanno

Kelly: Grazie Ma. Pa, did you make my cake

Aaron: One chocolate cake, candle covered, ready for later

Kelly: Better go or I’ll miss the bus, can’t wait to rub my birthday in everyone’s faces!

Calista: He’s sure got enthusiasm

Aaron: Have you see Deanna yet Tesoro

Calista: No but Devin text half an hour ago saying she was heading home and Deanna had slept a good chunk of the night

Aaron: Ready to start our nectar empire?

Calista: *laughs* bring it on

Aaron: So what do we start with

Calista: Harvesting and watering

Aaron: I meant after that

Calista: I think you need to clarify your questions councillor

Aaron: *laughs* Yes captain

Calista: Let’s do the apples while we get the hang of it, they’re probably going to be less successful than the grapes anyway

The two get in and start stomping!

Aaron: It feels so weird

Calista: Come on amore, channel your ancestors

Aaron: I’m pretty sure they were all sheep farmers not nectar- UHHH

Calista: Oh and he slips straight on his butt, the crowd goes wild!

Aaron: It’s not like this is a flat surface

Calista: You’ll need a better defense than- UHHH

Aaron: I see you’ve decided to join my sit in

Calista: *laughs* I picked the wrong coloured pants for this

Despite starting at the same time Aaron finishes his bottle first. They both do a second bottle of apple nectar, they all end up average  despite my thinking they would be poor.

Aaron: Here, I’ll clean this one and you start your grape nectar in it while I clean yours

Calista: You’re just showing off about finishing early

Aaron: Oh Tesoro, you know I show off about everything

Calista: Well maybe finishing early isn’t the brag you think it is. You’ve certainly never bragged about finishing early before. Normally you brag about lasting-

Aaron: Don’t make me sweat, the nectar will go funny

Despite not feeling like it, Deanna got up, showered, and is working on the homework she was too upset to do last night. At least the lines of physics and comedy take her mind off Paris. Wondering where she is, how she’s doing, who she might have met… She pulls herself together and decides to head to campus early to get her presentation finished before classes.

I mean if there is a good view while nectar making this has got to be it! Aaron and Calista each make a bottle of grape nectar for the cellar, and discover how more colourful grape splatter is to fall into. When they’re finished they head off to shower off the sticky, but being self absorbed and active sims they both try fit in a workout before the birthday party.

Luna arrives early and assures Aaron her twins will not be attending the party, Alfred would get overwhelmed and Rilian is still somewhat afraid of Kelly.

Kelly: So this is it Bun Bun. Teenage time. Time to find out if my guesses will be anything close

Bun Bun: *sits in comforting silence*

Kelly: I am going to miss hugging you though. I wish it wasn’t limited to childish sims. Better do one more hug for luck

Calista: Table set, guests invited, cake out. It’s go time!

Eliza: I love how your house is always tidy

Calista: That’s Aaron, vacuumed everything early this morning

Sims gather round and the traditional birthday song begins. Kelly thinks of his wish, blows the candles and… nothing

Kelly: Why didn’t the candles go out

Joey: Surprise! I got you fake candles for your gift

Kelly: *laughs fakely* Go get me water to put them out if you don’t want me setting you on fire

Joey: *laughing* warning heard

Candles out, time to spin!

My teenagers get a trait rolled from their parents traits and Kelly has got the over achiever trait from Aaron. Blue is his last favourite colour, he likes basic furniture and style choices are hipster, rocker and polished. New likes include video gaming, malicious interactions, and flirtation. New dislikes include flower arranging, pet enthusiasts and classical music. He’s also rolled being pansexual with romantic attraction to female sims. I'm also trying out randomising the aspiration category and choosing from within that rather than randomising a specific thing (because he rolled Friend of the World, I don't think that fits) so he's going to be trying to become president (still in the popularity section)

Oh yeah and Deanna got a post breakup makeover.

Anya: So what’s it like being old

Kelly: Weird. And kind of annoying

Drake: Your face is annoying

Kelly: You’re still mad about that sleepover comment? At least I didn’t age up with that makeup disaster on

Drake: Shut up! It’s just my party outfit

Chasity: I think Drake is just revealing his style

Drake: Am not

Kelly: Grazie for coming

Devin: A thank you? Who are you and what have you done with my brother

Kelly then goes in for a hug, taking me and Devin by surprise.

Devin: You all good gremlin

Kelly: It just... feels strange to be this tall

Devin: Hate to break it to you but actually we’re all short

Kelly: Maybe. Something just feels off

Luna: Are you hiding in here

Deanna: No. Someone just needed to fix the TV

Joey: And that had to be you because…

Deanna: Because I’m learning handiness for my degree. Why the inquisition?

Luna: I think your hair looks nice. Did you enjoy shopping with Devin

Deanna: I never enjoy shopping. But I am glad to have a proper skin shade now

Previous ... Next

[tokuvivor]

For the two good guy prompt lena and Gosalyn

YES!!! I love this idea! The two of them have very similar vibes, but in a different way, if you understand what I’m saying.

I give you…

A Night at the Movies

Originated from this post.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in Duckburg. For Lena, though, things were maybe a little too low-key.

Webby was off on some sort of adventure with her family, and Violet was busy doing Woodchucking stuff with Boyd. So naturally, that left her in a bind. She wanted somebody to hang out with.

Then she remembered: Gosalyn. Dewey’s friend from St. Canard. The two girls didn’t know each other all that well, but Lena figured it was worth a shot.

So Lena pulled out her phone, pulled up Gosalyn’s number, and fired a quick ‘Hey’ to her. Then she waited. It only took a few minutes before she got a text back.

Uh…who is this? If you’re trying to sell me some Beakscoin, I’m not interested.

Crap. Gosalyn must not have her saved yet.

No, I’m not trying to scam you or anything. This is Lena Sabrewing.

Shoot! Sorry about that, Lena. Guess I forgot to save you as a contact. Anyway, what’s up?

You wanna hang out?

Today? Like, right now?

Yeah. I’m just kinda bored right now.

Okay, let’s do it. I’ll try and get Launchpad to drive me to Duckburg. Where should we meet up?

I dunno, the park? We can go from there, I guess.

Perfect. See you there.

Lena put her phone down and smiled to herself. ‘Maybe today doesn’t have to suck,’ she thought.

She retreated downstairs. One of her fathers, Ty, was in the living room, reading a book on carpentry projects.

“Hey, Dad?”

Ty glanced up from his book. “Yes, Lena?”

“Is it okay if I go out and hang with a friend?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Which one of your friends is it?”

“Gosalyn. Like, I’ve only met her a couple times, but she’s basically part of our group now,” Lena explained to her father. “She’s the one that Launchpad and Drake Mallard took in.”

“Ah, yes,” Ty remembered. “I have not met her, but I certainly trust them enough. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t be out too late, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Lena resigned. “I gotcha. Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, honey. I’ll see you when I see you.”

And Lena headed out the door towards the park.

After Lena arrived at Duckburg Park, she had to wait a little before Gosalyn arrived. But it wasn’t too long before a semi-familiar blue car pulled up, accompanied by two familiar faces.

“Lena!” exclaimed Gosalyn.

“Hey,” Lena replied. She waited until Gosalyn got out of the car, and then the two bumped fists.

“Hey, Lena,” said Launchpad.

“‘Sup, Launchpad,” Lena chimed back.

“Okay, Gos, just call me when you need a ride back,” Launchpad continued, turning to face the other girl. “Your dad said not to stay out too late, though.”

“No problem, Launchpad,” replied Gosalyn. “We got the hang of it.”

“Alright. Have fun, you two.” And Launchpad drove away.

“So,” Lena began, “what do you wanna do?”

“Dunno,” Gosalyn replied. “What really is there to do in Duckburg?”

“Definitely quite a bit,” explained Lena. “Not sure what might work for us, though.”

“Let’s walk on it, then,” suggested Gosalyn. And the two girls set off, walking along the various paths at the park.

Admittedly, Lena and Gosalyn didn’t have a lot of options. They didn’t have a lot of money. And they could only really go as far as the bus could take them. They kinda needed to get creative.

And then, Gosalyn spied the perfect idea, hanging on a lamppost.

“Boom!” she exclaimed. “There’s our answer.”

“What is?” Lena asked.

She leaned in closer to look at the poster Gosalyn had found.

It read, “Attention DU community! The Duckburg University Film Department presents…a classic horror double-feature! Alien and Night of the Living Dead. Open to any and all. Saturday, October 17th, 5 PM, on the quad. Admission is free! Refreshments will be provided!”

“Whoa,” said Lena.

“My friend,” Gosalyn replied, “I believe we have just hit the jackpot.”

Lucky for the two girls, the campus of Duckburg University wasn’t too far away.

When they got to the quad, they were rather impressed. Rows of chairs were set up on the grass before a massive projection screen. There was a row of tables off to the side, where students were selling food and drinks.

Lena picked out a couple seats for the two of them, while Gosalyn got some food. She was a bit worried that she and Lena would be taken out due to their age, but thankfully, none of the students working the event really seemed to care that two teenage girls were there; they were mostly focused on making money from the event.

She made her way back over to Lena.

“This totally rocks!” Gosalyn exclaimed. “Dad and Launchpad would never take me to something like this.”

“Something, something, you’re too young?” Lena guessed.

“Well, that, and the fact that they’re just not huge horror fans,” Gosalyn explained. “One time, Launchpad went to see one, and he got paranoid about mole monsters after.”

“No way!” Lena gasped. “I remember that. That was the time that he and Tea Time took me, Webby, and the guys to the movies.”

“Mrs. Beakley, right?”

Lena nodded.

“Damn,” Gosalyn thought out loud. “Small world.”

“Anyway,” Lena continued, “I like having someone else to watch horror movies with. The four boys really aren’t crazy about them, so I usually watch with Webby and Violet. But I can never really tell whether Webby enjoys the movies we watch, or is terrified by them. She just sits there, watching in silence. And Vi has the habit of pausing them every ten or so minutes, just so she can comment on how unrealistic certain parts of whatever we’re watching are.”

“But you put up with it, all the same?” Gosalyn questioned.

“Well, yeah,” Lena answered. “They still mean a lot to me. And I don’t want to force them to change those horror-watching habits. I think it’s just cool to have someone to kinda lay back and just soak the movie in with every once in a while.”

“Well, shoot,” Gosalyn replied, an uncontrollable grin on her face. “Thanks, Lena. I’m still kinda getting used to this “having friends” thing, so I’m glad to hear you say that. I like actually having someone to enjoy these kinds of things with, too.”

“Good, good,” Lena responded. “Ooh, looks like it’s starting soon.” She grabbed a handful of popcorn from her bag and chomped down.

By the time the double feature had ended, the sun had set on Duckburg. The streets were now gently illuminated with the glow of street lights, as well as the cars’ headlights.

Lena and Gosalyn had spent the evening movie watching, joking around, and snapping photos, even posting a few on Quackchat.

“…and then the alien burst out of the officer’s chest!” Lena recalled. “That was awesome!”

“Right?!” Gosalyn replied. “I read somewhere that the other actors weren’t told beforehand what was going to happen with Kane, so those were their genuine reactions.”

“I love it!” Lena exclaimed. “And now it’s an iconic piece of film history.”

The two girls laughed.

“Ohhhh…” Gosalyn sighed. “We should totally do this again sometime.”

“Yes. We should,” Lena agreed. “Your place or mine. Ooh, or better yet, at Casa McMoneybags.”

“Girls’ Night?” Gosalyn quizzed.

Lena nodded, a smirk creeping across her bill. “Girls’ Night. After all, you are part of the girls’ side now.”

“Awesome!” Gosalyn grinned.

Then the two noticed a blue car approaching, one wheel veering onto the curb somewhat haphazardly.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Gosalyn concluded. “I’ll see you later, Lena.”

“Not if I see you first,” Lena challenged.

The two girls bumped fists again, and then once Gosalyn got in, the car drove back off into the night.

As soon as it disappeared out of sight, Lena began walking back home. She smiled in a reminiscing manner. Even though her day didn’t seem too promising at first, she enjoyed how it turned out. She definitely liked spending time with Gosalyn.

She couldn’t wait to tell her dads and Violet.

[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️|Hobie Brown

previous: –six.

–seven.

THIRD PERSON POV

Sasha chuckled nervously, sitting on the couch beside Hobie. Miles, Gwen and another guy named Pavitr, who's name she learned on the drive there, all sat on the floor looking at her with wide smiles.

She took a hot shower and got to brush her teeth, feeling so much cleaner and refreshed. Hobie gave her a band t-shirt and a pair of his basketball shorts, that were a little big on her, so he used a safety pin to make it fit her waist.

He then urged her to drink some water and take aspirin for her hangover.

"Come on now, quit the starin', she's not a tourist attraction." Hobie pulled her closer to his side, surprising her. His arm was slung over her shoulder, his fingers rubbing her arms.

She smiled.

His scent was alluring to her. She sank into his hold, feeling warm and safe.

"But I can't, she's sooooo pretty!" Pavitr beamed.

Gwen and Miles nodded in agreement.

Sasha gave a wide closed mouth smile, due to her eating a pizza Hobie got her on the way back. "Thank you." She finally said after swallowing.

"Do you like Hobie?" Pavitr smirked and glanced at Hobie.

Hobie shook his head and smirked at the question.

Sasha had all eyes on her.  She grew nervous.

"Ya don't have to answer that, doll." Hobie assured her, his head resting on top of Sasha's head, engulfed by her massive fluff of hair.

But she wanted to.

"Okay." She finished her pizza.

Deep down, maybe Hobie did want her to answer.

Pavitr groaned. "You're no fun, Hobie."

"Lie again." Hobie muttered.

"We all know that's a lie." Gwen said.

Miles added. "Hobie is the most fun here."

Pavitr sighed, laying flat on his back. "You're right."

"How come I never see you two on campus?"Sasha glanced between Gwen and Miles.

"Because we're famous or whatever, we do everything online." Miles boasted with a smile. "Sometimes when we have time, we pop in on campus just to see our fans."

Gwen laughed. "Yeah basically."

The door opened. They all whipped their heads to the door, except for Hobie, he didn't really care.

Jessica walked in—Miguel and Peter B with Mayday in the carrier right behind of her. "Since you guys don't have a show today, we can stay in and do a little karaoke—" she stared at Sasha. "Who's she?"

"Hi." Sasha waved awkwardly.

Miguel appeared from behind of Jessica, a hint of obvious anger in his voice. "Hobie."

Hobie sat up and looked at him. "Why's it always me?"

"Because you're always doing something." Miguel retorted. He stared at Sasha, giving her an intimidating stare. "Dios mio...are you the girl from the articles?"

Sasha turned her head to Gwen and Miles with an alarming look. "I thought you guys said no one could tell it was me."

Gwen grinned awkwardly. "They can't. It was just a good guess Miguel made."

Jess put a hand on her hip. "So you brought your little one night stand to the tour bus?"

Hobie screwed up his face. "Woah! Woah! What's with the names now? Come on, her name's Sasha and she's nice."

Jess sighed then looked at Sasha. "Just don't steal anything."

Sasha nodded quickly.

Miguel said nothing and took a seat, Jess sat beside him.

"HEY!" Peter B danced in the doorway with Mayday's little hand grabbing his fingers.

"Peter! Mayday!" Miles, Pavitr and Gwen stood and surrounded Peter.

Hobie stayed seated beside Sasha. "Oi B!" He did a salute to Mayday. "Little anarchist."

Mayday giggled.

"Mr. Parker?" Sasha perked up.

"Sasha." Peter B waved. Mayday tilted her head.

"Ya know 'em?" Hobie asked.

"Yeah, he's one of my lecturers."

"One of the best students in my class." Peter smiled.

Hobie played with her hair. "A little genius."

"Are we gonna get started with this karaoke or what?" Jessica spoke through a mic, startling everyone.

Pavitr ran towards her. "Me first!"

🎸

Next part: –eight.

Tags: @urmotherswhor3

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

December

hello everyone, i know it's already day 23 of January 2024, literal almost a month after the month ends and is already on another year, but at least i'm here yaaay (i really need to start writing the monthly post a week before said month ends 😭)

December was actually, just as thrilling cliff-hanging as November! thing is my countdown to my other coldplay show was finally down to under 50 days and it was also the end of the very first semester.

just in the true fashion of my life, my adventure this time is: going back and forth between Jakarta and Tasik in under 24 hours (22 hours to be exact!) on a back-to-back journey just for school and seeing my hometown again 😂

so, as you can tell, i have so many assignments and one of them is a practical skill's lab project where i have a typodont (a phantom model of human teeth embedded in wax) and i pretend to apply orthodontic treatment on it to correct the malocclusion. it was not easy at all. it's quite literally a simulation of what will happen and what should i do when i treat an actual patient. the project lasted for almost five months and even the class didn't stop once the semester break came around, that is why i had to go back and forth between Jakarta and Tasik: i don't want to lose my holidays while still having to attend the weekly class 😂

some will say i'm insane because it's so tiring to do so and indeed it was super exhausting. but if you know me, i'm the type to do just about anything for my loved ones (my parents were staying at Tasik to take care of things and it's been a while i visited my grandparents' last resting place) so it was no big deal at all to endure 7 hours of bus trip each and then 1 hour commute to the station/home. a total 16 hours in 48 hours timeframe spent on the road. and it's worth it, every second of it, because i got to relax and work in the middle of lush green and rice fields... it was the very definition of healing time. i was still under the pressure of stress and deadline to finish that last project, but at least i did it while being surrounded by serene nature and with my mum and dad 😂😂😂 it's such a nice drastic change to do wire bending with all my pliers and stainless steel wires and orthodontic brackets with herd of ducks quacking loudly near me and farmers ploughing soil to plant rice seeds... best part? zero pollution! no light/sound/air pollution whatsoever and i get to see amazing sceneries right out of my windows every day! rain every evening to help me and my mum water the plants (which are thriving!) Mt Galunggung in its majestic full view... woah. it's my best treasure tbh nothing else compares

the most unexpected thing was that our class for that subject/project is usually scheduled on Thursday (so for the first back-and-forth journey i made sure to go back to Jakarta on Wednesday and get back to Tasik on Thursday right after the class ended) and for the second week, my prof suddenly requested us to come to the campus on Tuesday, and guess when did he sent the message to inform us? 6 AM on said Tuesday!!!!! oh you couldn't imagine my panic, how am i supposed to be in Jakarta in less than 4 hours!? thankfully my prof is a lenient one and he let me and kak Mandy (who was in Bandung at the time) to join the class from zoom. another good news is that class is to be our closing session for the project, and that i can just send my typodont instead of coming in person to submit the assignment. yet again Allah's plan is always better than my most carefully thought of one 🥺

the rest of the break i get to spend every day at my hometown just recharging my energy and soaking every positive molecule there is, and my mum have this brilliant idea to buy a table tennis equipment!

at first, not fully knowing the impact of my mum's seemingly random decision, i opposed the buying of said table tennis because it's quite expensive. but after it arrived and i got to play against my mum and dad (who happen to be great players!) i finally understand that my mum knew fully well i don't like outdoor sports (solely because i hate the sun getting my face so red lol) so table tennis is the best option! it's so fun to play and i still get to exert my whole body to get that exercising regime my nutritionist has told me years to do so 😂

for new year's eve, the end of 2023 is the quietest one yet. with just my parents, deep in the greens, miles from the city, and just watching Pengabdi Setan 2/Satan's Slaves 2 (exactly my style hahaha getting my dad to watch it!) i moved over to 2024. just saying and sending out my prayers to welcome the new year and hope i can go through whatever i must face in the future. and again, just how i like it, not many fireworks were blasted so it wasn't that rowdy. it almost didn't feel like NYE celebration, all is calm and cool.

i love slow living, far away from the crowded areas, i could quite literally stay in my hometown at my house and just. be there 😂 it's so easy for me because as long as i have my loved ones with me and a roof above my head, enough to live and get by... that is all. to reach that tranquility and peace of mind is one of the highest priority/goal for me. hope one day after i've accomplished my dreams i get to reside and rest where my heart has always been dwelling.

here's to another journey in 2024, i hope we can together make it through. see you in the January post, that as i said in my Nov one, i'm counting down 3 days to my trip to Singapore and 4 days until i see coldplay again, historic moment as i'll be back to the stadium where i first saw the band 7 years ago!!! see you all soon 💙

[glass-rose-paperweight]

I just want to take a moment to talk about what the “gifted track” at my school was like. Because in a lot of ways, it was closer to the popular media depiction.

It started in 2nd grade. You had to take a special test to get in (a test I have 0 memory of taking). Once a week, you got to bus over to a different campus that was part of the school system. For a whole day, you got to be with a whole other teacher and do things completely outside of the school curriculum. I was learning about neurons and how the brain worked in the 2nd grade. We had entire units on the Titanic and Louis and Clark. There was a whole semester I think dedicated to invention and creation where they gave us a bunch of different challenges worth different amounts of points and we had to figure out how to complete them. In 6th grade, we had a unit on ASL and a (small) unit on paper airplanes.

The units and classes we fun. The whole point of it was to think outside the box and be creative. Perhaps surprisingly, those of us that were part of this program didn’t really get bullied for it (I was bullied pretty heavily throughout elementary school. Being a part of the program was never a reason for it). I loved the program. In hindsight, I really do think the test we had to take was an unintentional screener for neurodivergence.

It stopped in 6th grade because that was when the “advanced” classes started. And there was an unspoken expectation that those of us who were in the program would take the advanced classes track, as though that was an adequate replacement. Our fun and creative learning got replaced with harder concepts and a bigger homework load. None of us had much choice about it in 7th or 8th grade, but there were only 1 or 2 classes back then. We had choices when we got to highschool, but by that point, it was already ingrained in us to take the harder classes. Most of the people in the advanced track classes and AP classes were in the gifted program in elementary school. Instead of external forces pushing us into class loads we could barely handle, we were expected to do it ourselves.

It’s one of the reasons I got so much flack for not doing it my senior year. My junior year was spent taking algebra 3 and organic chemistry at the same time. The homework load was absolutely unreasonable, and I only had one extra curricular activity of debate. I decided I didn’t want to do that again. Against the encouragement and suggestion and argument of pretty much every person in my life - parents, teachers, counselor - I chose to take way easier classes my senior year. And I don’t regret it because I was already burnt out. After junior year, I was fucking burnt out, not that anybody knew or could have recognized it.

I guess my point in talking about all this is to say: even in the “good” programs that don’t have nearly as many issues as what the OP was explaining, burn out is still a very real problem, one that doesn’t get better upon graduation because suddenly, you are expected to take care of yourself basically independently, possibly hundreds of miles away from the support system of your family, and many gifted/former-gifted kids have no idea that they’re neurodivergent, and that complicates things even further.

(Also, side note about the whole existential crisis that they’re not special, I can’t speak for anyone else at my school, but I had this crisis in 7th grade, when suddenly I was in a classroom of peers who were all just as smart as me and just as able to tackle harder academic concepts, something I hadn’t been exposed to in my “normal” classes before. Especially since I had always been bullied for being “smart”, if had been a core part of my identity that had never been shaken with the gifted program because the point of the gifted program wasn’t knowing but learning. We didn’t get grades like we did in normal classes. We did t get tested. So I didn’t need to be smart, and that wasn’t a part of myself I was measuring against the other students, which I think was one reason the gifted program felt so freeing. But when the advanced classes started, suddenly, that was the MAIN thing being focused on, and I found myself competing against people who knew stuff just as well as I did. And I can’t imagine that was a singular experience, when it came to people in my specific program or kids in gifted programs more broadly)

I think a lot of the skepticism and derision toward the idea of "gifted kid burnout" stems from the fact that a lot of folks have no idea what the gifted track in most high schools actually looks like; they've got this mental image, possibly informed by popular media depictions, of "gifted kids" as a privileged group of students who get to go on extra field trips, monopolise the teachers' attention in class, and constantly be told how special they are, but are otherwise treated identically to all the other kids.

In practice, the gifted track in most high schools – most North American high schools at any rate – has the same problem as any other educational program: the need to adhere to published metrics. These programs exist for the benefit of students only insofar as those benefits can empirically be measured, which leads to several common outcomes:

Students on the gifted track being afforded fewer choices regarding elective classes – often to the extent of having no choices at all – in order to stream the highest-performing students into the subjects that are most valuable in terms of boosting institutional metrics.

Students on the gifted tracking receiving restricted access to educational resources such as tutoring because it's perceived as a waste of resources. In many cases, gifted students are not only denied access to tutoring, but expected to serve as volunteer tutors and teaching assistants themselves, effectively becoming a source of unpaid educational labour for the schools they attend.

Students on the gifted track being assigned considerably more homework, often literally doubling their workload in an environment where homework loads are already routinely high enough that kids have difficulty finding time to eat and sleep, simply because you get more measurable academic performance data that way.

The upshot is that the gifted track is often less about fun perks and constant praise, and more about receiving less freedom, fewer resources, and heavier workloads than one's peers, getting strong-armed into providing unpaid labour to the school on top of it, and constantly being told one should be grateful for it – and that's without touching on the fact that the unspoken secondary purpose of many gifted programs is to serve as a quarantine for all the neurodivergent kids the school couldn't find an excuse to institutionalise or expel.

Like, shit, there's a reason kids on the gifted track exhibit elevated rates of alcoholism and substance abuse compared to general student populations. That doesn't arise in a vacuum!

(To be clear, I'm not saying that people graduating from high school and immediately having an existential crisis upon realising they're not special after all isn't a thing that happens, but in my experience that's more usually something that happens to the kids who were on the football team, and reframing it as a nerd culture thing is really weird.)

[starlostseungmin]

sparks fly — yang jeongin.　（ as the day ends ）

summary : you stopped celebrating birthdays after you woke up to the harsh reality of the world around you but what if your best friend gave you a gift that would paint your blank canvas into something more than what you were expecting?

✰ pairing : bestfriend!jeongin x fem!reader (with she/her pronouns)

✰ genre : friends to lovers, mutual pining, college au, a slice of life, romance.

✰ warnings : jumping to the waterfalls, reader’s parents always fighting, reader is an only child, mentions of food and a bit of alcohol, kissing, profanity, dark places, lmk if i missed one, semi-proofread.

✰ word count : 7.4k

✰ playlist : sparks fly by taylor swift, youth by troye sivan, paradise by chase atlantic, perfect blues by hannah bahng, and you! by lany.

disclaimer !!　after a year from the last fic of this series, i have decided to write the fic for jeongin please see the series’ masterlist and playlist. hi @starseungs my beloved this is my “thank you” for writing me that seungmin fic mwah 𖹭 reblogging and leaving feedbacks are highly appreciated.

What do you know about young love? 

It is caused by infatuation, that’s a sure guess. Yet sometimes it becomes serious after everyone considers it a simple crush. 

It paints a smile unknowingly as they stare at the ceiling before they sleep. There’s a possibility that they won’t be able to because they keep on tossing and turning. Maybe stalk their crush’s social media trying to be careful not to press the heart button imprinted under an old photo, wonder if they also think of them, steal glances when no one else is looking, and always make sure that they’re doing good from afar, cheer for them secretly, daydreamingーJeongin was once like this. 

A regular high school student who went to school like he usually does didn’t expect to fall in love with another schoolmateーthe one that made his heart fly with the clouds upon seeing you standing on a line at the gym during the orientation. Was it love at first sight? Or was it because he knew you were one of the top students while he was almost at the bottom of the rank out of 350 students in your batch? 

It was the first. The second one was a plus. 

His friends knew. 

It was obvious how he skipped class just to walk past your classroom and when the teacher caught him, he’d profusely run away. Or there were times he’d slip letters into your locker on White Day, Valentine’s Day, finals week, or when he saw you feeling under the weather. Those letters were written anonymously with that horrible handwriting you could barely read but made you feel better. 

He’d get into the same bus and leave at the same bus stop to ensure you get home safely. You thought he was living around the neighborhood when you saw him but never gave much attention to it. Lend you his umbrella when you didn’t have one so he’d run under the rain heading outside the campus without you getting a chance to say thank youーafter that, his friend recognized the umbrella sitting on Jeongin’s desk with a small note instead. Blood rushed to his cheeks upon reading the note as his friends teased him. 

Jeongin was lovesick and you thought he was just being a gentleman. You were too busy to give it some time and he hid it even if his friends pushed him to confess, he didn’t. 

Graduation passed by, and nothing happened. He kept it to himself, but he was fine admiring you from afar. He thought it was fine to go to college separately and forget about his first love. But there was this part of him that was not prepared to lose. He worked hard, studied hard, and had to take extra classes to take credits. Fortunately, he passed the entrance exam and decided to go to the same university. Although it wasn’t that easyーforget about getting high grades and class validectorianーthat was yours to take, but for him? Doing those things would write back to the question of what are you willing to do.

You noticed those fox-like eyes, the thing you always find cute ever since high school. Friendship arose between you and him when he finally took the courage to talk to you during a minor class you shared way back in the first year of college. It took him a year just to start a conversation by asking for an extra pen because he forgot his own. His sheepish smile captured your heart immediately and became comfortable after exchanging a few words. You became inseparable ever since. To you, it was the start of a new friendship but it goes deeper than that for him. 

He wasn’t in the same major as you but shares minor classes when he gets the chance and even if your schedule doesn’t match, he’d find a way to see you, always. 

Being friends with him made you crazy in some way. It has created a strong bond and happiness that fills the space of your heart. Laughs and cries were shared, and he talked a lot as you listen, it also highlighted your differences, the way he loves reading mangas while you prefer novels, the way he has siblings and you don’t, the way he loves skipping class and don’t give a fuck type of person while you encourage him to stay until the bell rings. Your grades have differed ever since high school and he admits that he was stupid and carefree. His clumsiness makes you laugh out loud making his heart leap constantly when he hears it every time even if you find it ugly erratically. And yet, he always carries the same dilemma; still, nothing comes out of his mouth. 

And throughout the years in college, you’ve gotten so close that you can’t live without each other as if your day wouldn’t be complete without seeing him. Jeongin would complain how clingy you are but on the inside, he wanted to scream and run to the streets with his heart beating so loud. He was contented with having to stay in this relationshipーone that he could enjoy without malice. 

Linking arms as you walk together, making everyone believe you are a couple, sharing a bag of chips during breaks, he’d open a can of carbonated drink so you wouldn’t waste your energy for it. He’s the guy you can drag around when you invite him. Choose clothes for him, try out the weird ones and take pictures in front of a mirror, ice cream dates, convenience store hang-outs, study dates even if he’s lazy, bursts in front of your door when you get sick, respects your opinion when it turns to be an opposite perspective from him, lend his shoulder for you to cry on, will sing trot songs to cheer you up, will bang the karaoke night with his beautiful voice, will kiss your forehead good night after he drops you off, Jeongin is that fucking green flag. 

“I think the school is trying to kill us,”  You heard him say as you both sat on a table at a coffee shop with books scattered on the table. “Why do we have finals every other week? I have at least, 2 or 3 brain cells left. Could be worse though. Actually, I have none left.” He added while shaking his head and focused his eyes on the computerized texts. You could only laugh at him but he is hardworking. 

“Don’t tire yourself too much just because you want to pass. Overworking yourself would only make your body weak. There is always a healthy way to pass. We are in this university to pass the exams, not pass away.” He would say as he watched you getting exhausted at the library on a Tuesday afternoon, studying and you called him to bring you food. “Do you want the second option? No? So eat! I don’t want to be the bastard who’d say ‘I told you so’ when you leave for the afterlife just because you’re abusing your body for a paper.” 

“A paper that would determine our future, buddy.” You spat as he sighed like a grandmother losing patience. 

“Shush, take a break!” 

You are determined to keep him. Nobody cared as much as him, not even your parents. Those fox-like eyes, the cute smile that shows his dimples, his laugh that sounds funny yet comforting, he cares, he always does and even if he was just standing there, fireflies start to appear, sparkle and shine. You know Jeongin is a special one that you’d always put first and the one you will always choose above anyone else just like how he is treating you. He is the yellow color on a watercolor set, and as the brush comes in contact with the blank canvas, it paints a bright shade of happiness. 

Of course, Jeongin doesn’t know that. You just like watching him have that serious face as he gets busy reading and annotating. 

What do you even know, Yang Jeongin?

𖹭  ⁺ 　

Two months passed and the day you didn’t want to come, arrived. You made it clear to yourself that birthdays are not important anymore now that you’re an adult. It became a regular day ever since your parents started fighting and it became a part of their routine. This day has been crossed out. It is a school day after all and something to forget. 

The golden sunlight peeks through the glass windows reflecting the glass wind chimes and making rainbow lights on the flat surface of your designated table. It was a quiet afternoon at the local cafe, just across from the campus. Lo-Fi music was played in the speakers with the average volume as the crew asked for orders with their gentle yet hyper voices. Only a few customers decided to take a seat and do their work while others ran for a takeout, rushing minute after minute.

The abandoned cup of iced coffee had its water droplets forming a puddle at the bottom of where it was standing. It has been an hour since you started to study for your midterm as your dear friend is running late for a meeting. Jeongin. 

The pen dances on the empty page of your iPad creating a font of your personalized handwriting. Summarizing a paragraph for annotating became a helpful habit. Jeongin was supposed to meet you a little bit early today but work got in the way and he almost forgot about you. But as a friend with good principles, he apologized multiple times on the phone and asked you to wait for him. And now, there he is with disheveled hair, a crumpled hoodie, untied shoelaces, and eyeglasses not being in their rightful place. He was a mess when he arrived, but even if he does, he is still as cute as ever. 

“Fuck! I’m such a bad friend,” Jeongin groaned in disbelief while catching his breath after all the running. “Today’s your birthday and I didn’t even get you anything,” He added, placing his bag on the empty seat beside him. He knew it was a special day, and even if he felt like he had known you forever, he couldn’t decide what to give you. 

“What’s the big deal? You know I don’t celebrate birthdays that much,” You smiled, tapping his shoulder for reassurance. 

“Won’t you accept a Happy Birthday at least?” He asked, taking out a beige styrofoam bento box from a paper bagーopening it showing a small cake colored with (favorite color) and decorated with (specific design) with the words “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” You were in awe as your hand patted your chest, almost wanting to tear up. 

“I thought you didn’t get me anything?” You asked with those teary eyes. 

“Material things, as a gift? This cake is not included, unfortunately.” He said, stabbing the cake gently with a single candle and lit it with a match he brought with him. “This is the reason I’m late, so please accept and make a wish?” 

You looked at him trying not to burst out crying about him being this thoughtful. It is your birthday indeed, everyone had said their greetings and gave you small gifts but you weren’t up for it. You appreciated them but at the same time, the sentiment didn’t feel the same as how Jeongin made the effort. It felt a little extra when he started singing the happy birthday song with his head tilting from side to sideーdancing to the rhythm. He felt warmth in his heart the moment he saw how blissed out you wereーhands being clasped together, closing your eyes shut with your brows knitted together as you made a wish quietly before blowing the flame away. It was cute. 

“Yay!” He beamed, clapping his hands in joy. “What did you wish for?” 

“Silly, we don’t say wishes out loud. They might not come true,” You smiled. “Thank you, Innie but, don’t push yourself too much about giving me a gift,” You added, sliding your iPad inside the bag to make space on the table. 

“I am going to push myself Y/N,” He said with a grin showing his adorable dimples. “And, are you still going to drink this? I’m thirsty,” He added, pointing at the half-empty cup of iced coffee you ignored for the past hour. 

“Innie, that’s not water,” You spat as he shrugged his shoulders, taking it for his consumption. Shaking your head at his behavior, only a soft chuckle escaped from your lips. 

“Coffee runs in my blood,” He said after burping making you sigh in response. “But anyway, I don’t care if you love birthdays or hate them, I will fulfill something for you.” He added as you raised a brow at him in confusion. “What I mean is tell me something that you want before the day is over,” And that was the best he could offer. 

“Are you for real?” You asked. “The cake is enough,” 

“No, it’s not. I mean, the cake is from me and you didn’t ask for it. I gave it to you out of my will and it’s rare of me to be this generous, so just tell me anything,” He said with a cocky smile on his face while crossing his arms on his chest. “I want you to ask something and I’m going to wait until midnight for you to tell me what you want. Although I can’t give it in a snap, whatever.” 

“What if I don’t?” You asked again making him frown in response.

“Then I guess I’ll have to wait for your birthday next year,” He answered, puffing his cheeks with a scoff of disappointment. “But I’m not forcing you, okay? It’s still up to you. I mean my gift is not always a material thing that satisfies your wants, it can be quality time or if you need a pretend boyfriend because someone has been pestering you and you don’t want it or if it’s something more than what I can provide I willー” He was baffled when he heard you laugh and tilted his head like a curious kit (a baby fox). “What?” 

“Listen, Yang. You, coming to see me at this hour and giving me this cute cake is already a gift,” You said which made him utterly speechless and dumbfounded. Jeongin looked at you with wonder and confusion, his heart was about to go crazy at any minute now. You didn’t know how much impact he had with only one sentence. 

He is enough. 

“Fine,” He smiled in defeat as he proceeded to fix his clothes. “But I’m still going to wait until midnight. If you need anything.” 

“Of course,” You said with a reassuring smile. 

“Good, now eat.” He said gesturing to the cake with his hand while handing you a fork. 

“Thank you!” Beaming at the sight of it, you shoved an average slice of cake in your mouth and loved it at first bite. 

Getting distracted today is enough and how could you read or study when a human-sized fox appeared out of nowhere with a bento cake in a hand? A leisure, an escape from this poor life. Celebrating your birthday, even for a short while, wasn’t so bad after all. Especially when it’s only you and him together. Never in your life have you had the chance to celebrate your day, thanks to your parents who always get themselves into a never-ending argument, and your lack of free time. 

You saw him taking a full bite of the cake and felt perplexed. It was normal, indeed. He loves to eat and shove bigger food portions as if someone would steal them away. It made you smile even more. He kept adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he ate, his cheeks puffed as they were being stuffed, that innocent look. He’s the cutest out of everyone. Nothing could ever top this moment unless your feelings would grow out from the bottle you’ve kept for a while. 

“We finished it.” He said as you realized the bento box was empty but had crumbs in it. 

“Oh.” You answered. 

“I should’ve gotten a bigger one for you to enjoy at home,” He laughed sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. “Maybe later? You didn’t tell me what you want, just yet.” 

“We’ll see about that,” You smiled. “Aren’t you supposed to be at practice right now? You’re running late too. I didn’t notice the time.” 

“Am I?” He panicked and glanced over his wristwatch. “Fuck!” 

“It’s fine, Innie, you can leave.” You said, shoving everything inside your bag and tidying up the tableーprepared to be left alone. For sure, Jeongin would rush to leave but he didn’t even move one bit. Thinking about going home has made you grow tired for the day. You didn’t want him to leave either and spend the rest of the day together. Yet he would leave, eventually and you’ll be forced to go home and be welcomed loneliness. The day is a few hours away before midnight. What could happen? 

“I’ll leave when you leave.” He said. 

“But you’re late. Seungmin and the guys are waiting for you,” You answered while he shook his head in response. 

“You always worry,” He answered, shaking his head with that silly smile. “It’s fine. I can be a little late. Do you want to go home instead?” 

“I will,” You smiled bitterly. “Thanks for the cake though. I loved it.” 

“You’re welcome,” He beamed as you both left the cafe. The happy thoughts died down when the word home came into the conversation as you left. 

The bustling sounds of people getting out from their respective work and students going home are always a sight in a big city. Students from your university hurried home, others had other plans, and some had to leave for their part-time jobs or just chill somewhere not wanting to go home yet but didn’t have much choice and Jeongin was leaving in a few minutes. You decided to sit down on the bench just like the other people hanging around while waiting for the bus to arrive.

You were sure Jeongin was talking about how things went during his practice yesterday but that information didn’t sink in. You hated the loud sounds of the city, but it is what keeps it alive. Never a dull moment you’d spend a day lurking around and finding something that catches your eye. They talk loudly, they talk to themselves, others are occupied and you don’t know what’s for you. A gloomy day even if the sun is up and ready to set. Your birthday will end soon.

Jeongin caught you spacing out after a while of talking about his day and how excited he is if ever you tell him something you want. And yet, he couldn’t blame you for it. The midterm is fast approaching, your parents forgetting your birthday, and the loneliness you feel every time you come home. If only he could do something to cheer you other than his presence. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, snapping you back to reality. 

“Huh? Yeah, yeah,” You smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, what were you saying?” But Jeongin only shook his head and smiled at you. 

“Your bus is here,” He said, pointing at the red bus as it parked in front of the people getting off, and people get in.

“Oh, right,” You said, taking your bag and hanging a strap on your shoulder. “I’ll see you around Jeongin,” You added standing up and heading towards the bus. 

“Y/n!” He called that and made you turn around.

“Yeah?” You asked. He was ready to say itーready to risk your friendship on the day of birth but he held himself together and wasn’t able to relay words in the next few seconds. There was a pause as if he was hesitating. Hands balled into fists, Jeongin didn’t want to ruin this day any further for you. 

“Happy birthday,” He said. “I hope you enjoyed our little birthday date. Get home safely, yeah?” 

“I did, don’t worry and I will!” You smiled. “Thank you, Innie.” He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. 

The loud beating of your hearts started to be heard and you both knew it was normal. The hidden feelings show in his acts of service but you were determined that it was because he is your friend. He was waving at you goodbye as he watched your bus leave the shed before turning around, and walking away. It was sweet and endearing yet he exhaled heavily, mentally choking himself for almost spilling his secret. He took another deep breath while tugging the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he stood there stuck at the thought. Better stay quiet for a bit and upon ruffling his hair, he the bus stop. 

You sat beside the window with a middle-aged woman taking the empty seat next to yours. It was full, the driver was focusing on the road, others were chilling with their phones and some girls in high school were giggling over something. Too bad Jeongin doesn’t constantly witness this because of his agenda. A son of a rich man who wanted to pass the throne to his children but at the same time he had a business to do on his own一you too is a part of a wealthy family but you were consistently ignored by the fact that your parents are always busy, and full of arguments. No siblings to mess with, just you who go along with life. You could’ve gotten a place on your own but the house already made you feel that you’re living alone. Your dad is a workaholic man who always has business trips and your mother is always busy in the law firm that she owns. You got used to it, the loneliness, how to take care of yourself, and the peace of having the house all by yourself. But when they come home, it starts to get messy. 

And your hunch was right, you were welcomed by their mess. 

“What a day,” You sighed quietly. 

You shake your head at the sight of themーtheir voices echoing through the room to the walls. The same argument they always have. You’re growing tired of it every time and no one even bothered about your presence when you announced you were home. Words keep repeating all over again, you hate it and it’s not even 7 pm. You wish you had gotten a place on your own to avoid this commotion as you were expecting less of their presence tonight. You thought your dad was away and your mother doing overtime, but everyone ended up here. You ignored them and went straight to the kitchen to cook some ramen and waffles for dinner. Nobody cared inside this household and you can’t help but cry sometimes. It affects every piece of you and it is all about small things to the bigger ones. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you washed your dishes and headed upstairs with your belongings, washed up and getting ready to study again, but their voices still echo. Your mother never stops babbling nonsense and your dad gets angry every time she speaks of rubbish. Their professionalism disappears when it comes to this. Slamming your hands on the table, you grabbed your phone and slid a few things inside your backpack before calling Jeongin. You remembered his offer and it was the only escape you haveーyou needed to get out of there not caring about what time of night it was. Jeongin’s phone rang in the middle of his break, he was supposed to go overtime for the dance practice and head to his father’s office afterward but priorities came first. He saw your name on the screen and immediately picked it up while drinking his energy drink. 

“What’s up?” He asked, showing his excitement. “Have you decided anything yet?” 

“Kind of,” You sighed heavily. 

“Are your parents home?” He asked again as his smile faded when there was a long pause before you could even answer. “Want me to pick you up?” 

“Aren’t you busy?” You asked, worried about his welfare. 

“I can ditch them for you. They’ll understand, eventually,” He chuckled which made you smile on the other line though he couldn’t see it and that’s when Hyunjin suddenly glared at him. 

“You’re leaving?” He asked as Jeongin placed his index finger telling the older boy to shut up. Hyunjin dramatically got offended. 

“Should I leave now?” Jeongin asked as you sighed in disbelief. You didn’t have much choice either and you want to get out of this fucking household. 

“Can you? Look if you can’t it’s fine. I’ll just go somewhere and go home later.” You answered when Jeongin rushed out of the room. Chan had to yell at him but the younger one made an excuse. It is a Friday night anyway, he needed the time to get out and leave early. But all he thinks about is you and he knows exactly what’s going on.

“I’m running to the parking lot as we speak. Meet me at the convenience store a block away, yeah? Be there in 10.” Without even waiting for your answer, he dropped the call. You sneaked outside of your house and ran to your meeting place. 

It was cold. Summer is almost at its end and the surroundings are preparing for the fall season. The stars were shining bright but the moon was hiding behind those gray clouds that used to be silver and white during the day. You stood outside the store as the streets slowly came to be quiet. A few people walking around, a stray cat just passed by, and two kids eating sausages as they talked about the latest animeーit felt less lonely to be outside. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you hugged yourself from the cold and now you wait. 

Not a moment later, Jeongin parked his car in front of the store and headed outside, only to be welcomed with a tight hug and a desperate sense of feeling that you wanted to leave. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping your figure as he heard sobs coming from you. It was weird. You were used to your parents fighting all the time and sometimes you get in between. Your body became immune and eventually stopped crying ages ago but why did your tears stream to your cheeks when you saw him? What would you do without him? 

He stood there, clenching his jaw because of your parents again. He hates it when you cry, he doesn’t like it when you get hurt, and he gets angry if something bad is going on especially when it involves youーyou’re just too precious to him. 

“Where do you want to go?” He asked, skipping to ask questions related to the problem. 

“Anywhere but here,” You said in between your sobs. Jeongin kissed the crown of your head, opening the passenger seat’s door before signaling you to go inside. He had to jog around and drive away. What’s the point of keeping you in that hellhole just to suffer? 

And yet, you had no idea where you wanted to go. 

𖹭  ⁺ 

Jeongin drove slowly as your head rested on his shoulder watching the car take the road. The radio plays a song from Lany that matches the vibe of a quiet night and relates to the situation you just had. His eyes kept glancing at your side while yours were fixed at the front. Only a small smile painted on his lips was shown. You were hugging his arm, drowning in deep thoughts about what just happenedーwhat a day, indeed. 

You tried to be happy, at least. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. 

“No,” You answered. “I just ate.” 

“Any places you wanted to go?” He asked again. 

“I seriously have nothing in mind,” You sighed. Jeongin suddenly parked the car by the sidewalk, probably kilometers away from the city proper. The streetlights were on and a few cars passing by. “Why did we stop?” You asked, pulling away from him and sitting properly on your designated seat. 

“Just making sure everything’s fine before we go.” He answered as you cocked your head. 

“I’m fine?” You told him as his hands cupped your cheeks upon seeing that glum expression of yours behind that facade. It made you caught off guard as your heart started throbbing heavily as if it was pumping more blood than usual. 

“You know how I hate it seeing you like this, can you smile for me?” You stared at him for a few secondsーeyes softening at the sight of him, and nodded again, smiling halfheartedly as he kissed your forehead. I hope he knows how my heart is racing right now. What are we, Jeongin? 

His face says it all. He’s worried yet he couldn’t bring up some words to make you forget about your sadness. Happiness is temporary and one gesture of pain can push it away. The same goes for what he did that only lasted for an hour and your parents’ ruined it. Yet, you were sure that didn’t matter for now as your happiness was driving you away from the mess. 

From the urban scenery to rural and none, the highway became quiet. Streetlights have become rare ever since passing by the citadel. You weren’t bothered by it. Just follow the road. You said it doesn’t matter where. A lightbulb suddenly appeared above Jeongin’s head upon learning that he gets to decide. 

“Are you sure anything is fine?” He asked just to be sure. 

“Yes.” You answered firmly. 

“Okay then,” He said. “There’s this place we went to in high school.” His car entered a pathway heading to a forest, one that was starting to creep the shit out of you when it got fully dark out. The asphalted road ended a few miles ago as the car went deeper into this unfamiliar place. Not a few moments later, Jeongin turned the vehicle around near a body of water. 

“Where are we?” You asked, searching for signage around but nothing and it was too dark. The car’s wheels were creating crushing sounds on the ground as the rubber tires ran through some pebbles and not a few seconds later, Jeongin stopped. 

“Here we are!” He beamed as he left the lights on. 

“Isn’t it a little scary?” You asked again as he got down and opened the door for you. 

“No, this place is safe.” He reassured. 

“How did you know this place?” 

“Ahh, summer camp in high school.” He said with a proud smile. “You said to go anywhere so I brought you here! Don’t worry, this place is safe and I’m with you so if someone’s out there, we’ll die together.” He added as he placed his hand on his chest making you smack his arm in response. “Ow!” 

“Be serious! Yeah, I know I told you to go anywhere but,” You sighed. 

“But what?” Jeongin asked, rubbing his arm as you looked at him. 

“Nothing,” You smiled. “I’d be happy to die with you.” 

Jeongin was caught off guard by what you just said. If he’d be honest he would climb that slope that leads to the top of the waterfalls a few miles away from here and jump to the plunge pool. 

“You love me that much huh?” Jeongin smirked as you rolled your eyes. 

“You know the answer to that,” You chuckled and started to walk away. 

Yes, he does, but it doesn’t tell the whole story about the definition of that kind of love. You were just friends somewhere in nowhere because of your wish to leave your home for quite a while. Jeongin is actually happy inside. He followed you to the side of the river a few meters away from where he parked his car. 

“Do you feel better?” He asked as you took the direction heading to the slope. 

“I do now. Thanks to you,” You smiled, shoving your hands inside your pockets. “What can we do around here?” You asked. 

“Well, I can set up the car so we can stay the night here and watch the sunrise together.” He shrugged. “I got the materials at the back of the car anyway.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“Yeah, I feel like you won’t ask me to take you home any time now.” You heard him laugh as you giggled in response. The sounds of the grass getting crushed by your shoes were loud as the crickets sang through the quiet atmosphere with all the fireflies in the air having their lights shine and fade simultaneously. “And since you’re asking about something we can do, can I suggest something?” 

“Sure! What is it?” You asked him. 

“I told you that this slope would take us to the top of the waterfalls right?” He asked, pointing to the waterfalls as you nodded. “We can jump off and go night swimming in the plunge pool!” 

“What? In our clothes?” You asked, shocked. 

“Yeah! Don’t worry, I brought extra just in case.” 

It seemed like a crazy idea but doing it isn’t going to be bad after all. Maybe it is risky that it made your heart skip a beat after hearing what he just said. Jeongin seemed excited as he might have done it before during the summer camp but it was a bit challenging to take it in a snap. You looked at him as if he was insane with that unsure expression you have in your face but Jeongin chuckled upon realizing the danger of his words. 

“You don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable.” He said, still having that smile on his face. “You can watch me dive!” He added as he earned a smack on his arm from you. 

“You’re crazy, aren’t you?” You told him. He was caught off guard by how it sounded from your mouth. It’s like you became upset and worried about what might happen. He was about to apologize when you kissed his cheek out of nowhere making his heart leap and cheeks were brushed with pink. “The last one to get there is a fucking loser!” You laughed as you ran to the top. 

Jeongin was left dumbfounded and frozen on his spot. He shouldn’t be this obvious as he takes his hand on the spot where you kissed him. It felt different this time that you were both alone and far from the crowd. A once normal routine became to feel something else. Maybe if there were people around, he would stop but the beating of his heart and the urge to capture your lips are a different story. He wanted to, but he couldn’t and it took him a minute before realizing you were gone as he followed you to the top. 

The thoughts of you won’t leave him. He became so distracted after it that he couldn’t hear what you were saying when he stood beside you as you watched the water flow down and the sounds of it were loud to soften the volume of your voice. It wasn’t a harsh body of water and you were ready to jump and feel the coldness of them. You knew it would be, somehow, unsure and dangerous but, Who cares? It’s my birthday and my best friend is with me. I only live once and jumping to the water down there wouldn’t be a problem. Right? 

“Jeongin! Hello, earth to Jeongin?” You called, snapping your fingers in front of his face when he noticed he became quiet. 

“What?” He asked, finally coming back to reality. 

“Are you okay? You seemed hot.” You asked him, worried as you placed your palm on his forehead which made him more flustered. “If you’re going to chicken out, it’s fine!” 

“No!” He said, frightening you. “We’ll jump together.” He added as you giggled. 

“Okay, should we hold hands?” You said, reaching out your hand to him. He couldn’t hide the redness of his cheeks now and his hands were cold. He was thankful that it was dark and the lights were only provided by the full moon and his car below, facing the river. Jeongin wasn’t nervous about jumping, he was nervous because of you. It is what it is. 

He looked at you and nodded as he took your hand, tightening its grip so it wouldn’t be easy to let go. You smiled at him, giving your full trust. You know it’s crazy but you’re willing to take the risk after all and when everything is on the water, who would know what can you do? 

“On the count of three. 1…” Jeongin started. 

“2…” You continued. 

“3!” You both screamed in unison as you jumped off the waterfalls and went down on the plunge pool hearing a loud splash against the cold water. It took a few seconds before both of you could reach the surface and wipe your faces with your hands to dry them off. You both looked at each other and laughed at the excitement and thrill that you felt regarding what just happened. 

It was, indeed, fun. But not until the laughs died down as your eyes locked. Jeongin’s eyes went to your lips as the urge to kiss you became stronger. You waited for him as you fell into silence with that awkward yet serious atmosphere. It wasn’t long after that, you felt his hand on your cheeks as your lips met his. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. At first, it felt soft, shy, and gentle the moment you closed your eyes to kiss him back. He’s over the moon with it as he pulls you closer to his body and your arms wrapped around his neck to finally accept it wholeheartedly. 

Jeongin wasn’t expecting anything in return but he was surprised and thankful that you reciprocated his feelings back. Your lips were warm and soft as they touched his, quietly making a sound. Jeongin tilts his head to capture your lips even more as they go deeper and hotter despite the wetness and cold of the water flowing against your bodies. He pushed himself even closer to you as the kiss became urgent and desperate. You don’t want to protest from it as you wanted this as well. Your fingers reached for his black locks as he let out a soft grunt. 

The evening air felt warmer than cold. You didn’t know if it was the body heat that projected the temperature. The serene moonlight and the stars shone in the sky as the fireflies flew around as they witnessed a love that finally reached the surface. You and Jeongin stood there, feeling the warmth as your hearts raced with your kisses sending jolts of electricity down to your nerves. 

He pressed his forehead against yours after you both pulled away from each other’s lips. “I’ve always wanted to do that…” He said as he kissed your forehead and hugged you tight. 

“I’ve always wanted to be kissed by you.” You said, burying your face in his neck, and hugging him back. “I like you so much, Innie.” You added, looking at him. It was true and proven, those fox-like eyes and the big smile he painted on his lips felt like the world stopped for a while as the fireflies lit up around him. “I see fireflies when you smile.” 

“My heart didn’t stop beating for you ever since we were in high school. I wanted to tell you before but I couldn’t. I worked hard to go to the same college as you and every bit of it was worth it. I’m sorry I took long enough, I didn’t want to ruin anything about us.” He said, taking the went strands of your hair behind your ears. “How long did you have feelings for me?” 

“Quite a while now,” You said taking his hand and kissing the back of it. “Same sentiment but maybe this time, it would feel different.” He couldn’t hide his smile and feelings anymore that he kissed you again as a sign of making it official. 

This relationship is finally sealed with a kiss. 

“Is it a bad choice that I didn’t bring clothes?” You asked as you both headed back to the car. 

“I told you I brought extra so you can borrow mine.” Jeongin giggled as he held your hand tight. 

“You’re my savior.” You said, kissing his cheek making him flustered. 

“Oh come on. I still get shy when you kiss me.” Jeongin pouts as you laugh, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. 

“It wasn’t that bad when we didn’t know we had feelings for each other.” You answered, rolling your eyes as Jeongin scoffed while taking his bag inside. 

“Go inside and change, I’ll wait here.” He said. 

“Okay,” You smiled, took his bag, and went inside the car. Jeongin picked up a few pieces of firewood around to make a fire. He sat down on a log as he waited for you to finish when suddenly he heard the car’s door open, revealing you wearing his shirt. Jeongin started blushing hard when he realized it suited you. It made his heart go crazy that he wanted to jump from the waterfalls again. 

“You look beautiful,” He blurted out as you smiled widely, slowly getting shy. 

“You should go change too. I’ll let these dry,” 

“Okay, just sit here, alright? Keep warm.” He answered as he went to kiss your cheek before going in. 

Not long after that, you sat down on a log as you both warmed up yourselves by the fire until it died down. You left your clothes outside to dry and settled at the back of the car to lay down together and cuddle. Jeongin’s arm snaked around your shoulder as your head rested on his chest, hugging him tight. It was the most comfortable position you ever had as he pulled up the covers so you could rest up soon. 

“This is the best birthday gift you’ve ever given me.” You said. 

“It feels like it’s my birthday too.” He said as his fingers played with your hair. “I also received one.” He laughed. 

“Thank you, Innie.” You said, glancing up at him as he kissed your forehead in response. 

“Anything for you.” He said. “We should go to sleep.” 

“Okay,” You answered, scooting closer to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you even more. 

“Good night, love.” 

“Good night, Innie.” 

And as the day ended, you were happy how you came hereーto be hugged and kissed by the boy you loved secretly for years, it felt like a dream. A dream that became your reality. 

Bonus: 

You woke up the next day with your phone ringing nonstop. Jeongin started panicking when he received 99+ messages and 325 missed calls from both parents and friends. You were also in the same state as you opened your phone, cursing and rattling inside the car first thing in the morning. 

“We’re fucked.” Jeongin blurted out as he moved out from the back of the car. 

“I am so dead.” You said getting worried and nervous at the same time. 

“We should hurry!” 

“Should we make the bed first?” You asked. 

“Leave it and sit here now. I’ll take care of that later!” Jeongin said as he started the engine and you hurriedly took the passenger’s seat. He immediately stepped on the gas as the car drove back to the highway heading back to the city. Meanwhile, you are starting to get more nervous about how to explain everything that happened. You were about to call your mom when Jeongin saw you. 

“Who are you calling?” He asked. 

“My mom. Dad and her are so pissed. What am I going to say?” You asked him, biting your lower lip. 

“You’re not going to tell them what happened to us, are you? I mean the kiss and jumping off the waterfalls? They might kill me, Y/N!” Jeongin cried while driving. 

“Relax, Innie. I won’t.” You sighed. “What about you? I’m sure everyone is worried. Did you tell anyone?” You asked. 

“No. I just left without saying anything and my lips are sealed if you don’t want me to tell a story.” Jeongin answered as he stole a glance at you upon realizing something. “Should we leave them curious?” He smirked which made you smirk as well. 

“Oh, hell yes.” 

“It’s a deal then.” 

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[1d1195]

Icon behavior right there! I would be so proud lol

oh I totally get that! It's crazy how I lowkey have to do the same with mine! Ideally I would drink this tea(idk the translation bc it's in Spanish lol) and typically that helps and has benefits or whatever and it gets rid of my cramps easily! But without the tea I NEED MEDS QUICKLY! It's so stressful for no reason!

I can only imagine how busy it may be especially if you're involved with seniors! Very hectic for everyone IM sure! It is okay! Like you're a busy girl and your books should feel like treats instead of chores! I know you love your lists but this is something that its okay to a bit slow at finishing!

Im personally have never truly been a fan of jeans but like I said skinny jeans have been always been the preferred of mine! But I do love a good jegging! Anything stretchy tbh is a win in my book because i am a big hip and thigh girly so stretch is something i appreciate lol And I feel that if you like and feel comfortable in what you wear that's all that matters! if it works for you, it works! plus not everything trendy is like " good" lol

My campus is HUGE 😭I am fighting a battle trying not to get ran over by people and cars/buses lol I could make a whole paper on how horrible it is lol But how cute you live in your college area! Love that for you!

Im so glad I wasn't like crazy about the Made to Be projection hahah Oh bestie I have lived near the beach my whole life too yet idk how to swim... I KNOW ITS CRAZY AHAH like i know the very basics like floating but I would lowkey drown if im in to deep in the water lol But tennis how fun!(side note im very excited for the movie challengers if you heard about it and i fear it will end me in a good way) ALSO ICE SKATING IS SO COOL! But yeah the ankle part is no fun lol

WE ARE THE SAME I SWEAR! I NEVER notice when someone likes me😭I always think "oh they are just being nice" or " they dont see me that way" ITS CRAZY! My friends always call me out about my avoidant nature with that lol Sam my love I KNOW there was someone who thought you were hot like its not impossible lol But I get trying to prove yourself in a space where it clearly is not welcoming but I don't blame you but Im sure you were destined to be a hot STEM girly and you have always earned your place!

THE POLL RESULTS!! Omg truly so excited for all of them! AND im very excited for Ding Round 2! I just know it will be great! AND im glad your break is starting off not too bad! Love you lots!-💜

I wish I was more of a tea drinker! I try really hard--especially in the winter months and it's just not for me. I do like iced tea but I feel like that is totally different. I'm big on coffee. If you've ever seen Gilmore Girls, she is me. I love coffee 🤭 That's really cool you have tea to heal your cramps though! I wish I had a remedy like that!

I wasn't supposed to be involved with the Seniors stuff but here we are, Miss Can't Say No. It's alright. It will fly by before I know it.

I know so many people who can't swim! I don't swim well. The lessons were to ensure essentially what you said, so I don't drown and can float. But I understand the mechanics of some of the fancier swim strokes, but I prefer to doggy paddle hahaha

My college area had a really cute coffee and bagel shop and my favorite food is carbs so I didn't have much of a choice in the matter 😂 We also had a bus though. Depending on where you walked it could take up to 15 minutes to walk the length of campus. We all made jokes about jumping in front of the bus for free tuition. HOWEVER, I think it was easier to walk than take the bus. It was so unpredictable and it felt like the same amount of time if not longer rather than just walking.

I'm trying really hard not to get my hopes up about Ding tbh. I have a new layout for it so I guess that's cool, hopefully it will be cute. I enjoyed writing it, even though it took ten thousand years. I think Part 2 is often THE HARDEST part of almost all the stories I write. Something about it's still starting, but it's leading to more? Idk lol. I'm glad to be over that hump.

Hope you have a good Monday! 💕

xoxo

[ebiyoru]

23:0823

i have a brigada eskwela for emerson scheduled before shift (9:00 - 11:30 to be exact) but as expected of my fear of waking up late for an early appointment, i refused to sleep and just waited for the morning to come.

i readied up at around past 6:00 am, and managed to get on the bus at past 7. i managed to sleep on the way to work, but got woken up by a slight traffic near our building. at first, i was confused as to where we currently are, but i recognized the crossroad ahead, the very place where my anxiety rises if i'm running late.

i initially thought the elementary school would be right behind the mall near our building, but because of my failure to check the location properly, i had to walk back to the choke point crossroads and walk around 15 mins in total just to get to the school. i thought i ran late, but we waited for another 10 or so minutes before we got started.

they had meetings for this prior to this day, but i wasn't able to attend those 2. they said i can just go there and still join, without much explanation to what i'm supposed to do or even prepare for.

i got there and there were a few kids who greeted and interacted with us - one did mano to all of us volunteers, a few girls gave each of us a strip of stationery paper (which i was intending to use as a bracelet) and some of them are being the young and free kids that they are.

after handing out the exercises for these kids, we were given our designated rooms. we started off by introducing ourselves and the students, which was followed by a warm up dance to get the day going.

i am stationed with 4 kids. i thought i'd teach them all myself but thankfully, i was accompanied by the group leader. i met rowena, raimiel, rio and jay. teacher myline pasia, the group leader, helped me by teaching rio and raimiel, leaving me with rowena and jay to coach.

they were pretty fast learners for grade 1 students. the only time it got challenging for me was when i needed to make jay and raimiel to sit down on their seats. but other than that, it wasn't too hard and i can say i enjoyed it. i don't know if i have a knack for teaching, but it was still a good experience.

after that, we proceeded to the school's meeting room/admin and were given our lunch. after eating (some of us even ate with the kids), the organizers did a little presentation. i guess it was kinda nice that i got to be on the 5th day (last day of brigada eskwela) because i get to see the slideshow of all the volunteers and all the students. rowena and leticia, the students i sat down with, seems really smart and studious with the way they interacted with us and with their classmates. they pointed out where they were in the photos during the slideshow/video presentation. the principal also said a few speech, as well as emerson's hr representatives. after giving out the bundles (which included notebooks, crayons, pencils, a shirt and a bag), we parted ways with the students. we stayed for a short while in the campus to take a few group photos and we proceeded to our own ways. i got on a trike and went to emerson.

i stopped by sm north edsa annex to buy a new screen protector and, hopefully, a phone case. but since im running out of time, and after a few times i asked around for nord 3's case and them saying no, i just rushed to the office and clocked in.

work went smoothly, i guess. i finished up a few workbenches. but for the most part (since i lacked sleep bc im basically awake since the day before) i kept on dozing off. i went easy with my workload and just did what i can in this state.

we ate dinner at puno. it isn't the resto's real name but we call it that because it is built around a tree. i don't know what kind of tree it is but it is situated at the middle of the place. the food is affordable and delicious. they even have chicken oil for the inasal, which is what i ordered (liempo). i really liked everything in that moment. the food, the interior design, the spacious tables, the not-skimpy portions and the people i'm with. but probably not too much for the soup.

we went to smne after and hart bought a tomiko car.

the few moments before my shift ended was quite nice. we talked about work and threw a few good-to-know facts, too. i also love listening to how knowledgeable my colleagues are with what we do. and i guess, i'm being reminded of lind's definition of a good, or maybe even passionate, type of work that he wants to feel. one that makes you want to extend your hours to, willingly. the one that makes you want to exert effort. one that you don't feel too draining to do. i am quite glad to see that eminating from some of these people. oh, how much of a sucker i am for passionate people.

after work, i got on p2p bus and fell asleep on the way home.

i don't know why, but i wasn't hungry yet i got off at shell to buy a can of blue seas tuna and a can of candies wrapped with white confectioners sugar. for some reason, i thought "i can't wait to bring this to work and let someone open the candy can. i was caught off guard bc that wasn't meant to be a thought that crosses my mind. yet, i feel excited just to make someone happy.

guessing i'm just stress-eating, i still walked to late night cravings (i think thats the name of the little pop up store at the front of builder's). i bought longsilog and extra rice for the tuna. it was a really good meal, but what caught my attention was how prim and precise the server is with their service.

they said sorry when they didn't notice me by the window bc they were chatting at the back of the stall. i said thats fine, i was kinda expecting it to happen, anyway, since i saw them chattering when i was approaching their stall. the way their face light up is almost so enticing and soothing.

i bought from this stall before when i was on the way home from biking but it wasn't for me so i haven't really tried their food. the wait for my order wasn't too long, and i was busy playing around with my phone anyway so i guess i just didn't notice. there's only 2 of them at work but was able to cook the food well. i ordered longsilog with the longganisa coming from the nearby town famous for this specific product. i clarified if it's the garlic flavor because i couldn't for the life of me to order the sweet variant.

the portion wasn't much but it was enough for the night and the price justified it, too. at first, i was afraid the longganisa will not be fresh because i always thought not too many people order this one. the 'secret sauce' was absolutely delicious. i wolfed everything down pretty quickly. there's the part where it's delicious and there's also half the part of me coming home too late since i still have office work the next day. i didn't think i can finish the whole can of tuna but i still did. i like this kind of tuna than the other more popular and affordable brand because i really believe they're not even selling tuna anymore. also, olive oil based ones are the best.

what really struck me is i noticed the shopkeeper was still checking their phone near the window, opposing my thought that they'll go back to their seats behind the stall to continue their interrupted time. i knocked on the window to buy a drink and they gladly obliged. they wiped the bottle clean of any wet or sticky residues before handing it to me. i asked where i can throw away the disposable cups and utensils i used and they took it from me to throw it inside. they thanked me and even added a 'take care' when they saw me leaving, and i returned the kind gesture. i went back after a few strides when i remembered i didn't put the chairs back to where they were positioned. the shopkeeper insisted they'd do it on their own and thanked me again, all with the pleasing expression on their face. it was all so refreshing and i found myself being so amazed by the quality of service they shared, even in that short amount of time.

i walked home because, like any other night, there's no more available transportation at this time. i did what i always do in long walks and tire my brains out of the repetitive things i overthink about.

the amount of sweat running down my body was crazy after walking that far. i took a shower before going to bed, which is something i was looking forward to the whole day. because of the lack of sleep, i was able to sleep pretty fast.

[autumnrory]

ugh i just caught up with fic in email and read an update and the author just posted another one like obvs it’s nice bc it’s a good story but i need a break i haven’t read anything out of my bookmarks in forever

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where you're pretty sure you're being stalked. And not in the hot, sexy kind of way. Unless-?

Or the 2nd part of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series!

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, a/b/o/, alpha beta omega, poly!skz, ot8, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, SKZ x you, skz x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Kim Seungmin, Lee Felix, Yang Jeongin, Changbin x you, Changbin x reader, fluff, skz fluf, prequel

Genre: Nothing but fluff

Title: Killing, Stalking

Changbin is-fine-you guess. 

Even though his smoky scent burns your throat a little bit and makes your eyes water, and he comes off as somewhat awkward and a bit stern, you still manage to get away from that first uncomfortable meeting (damn you Hwang Hyunjin) somewhat unscathed, which is usually an anomaly when two strange alphas are meeting for the first time, let alone in a shared omega’s space. 

So yeah, you meet Seo Changbin, your secret crush’s weird “not boyfriend, but kind of boyfriend” and that’s that. 

Hyunjin isn’t due for another heat for six months, and Changbin is back in town regardless, and now you’ll never have to deal with alpha ‘not boyfriend’, or that, ever again. 

You can go back to sitting next to Hyunjin every week in your micro lab and secretly sneaking glances at him from the corner of your eye and harboring your weird little obsession and no one will be none the wiser. Everything will go back to normal.

Right? 

Wrong. 

Because suddenly, after meeting Changbin, you’re seeing him everywhere. 

Maybe you’re just paranoid, maybe your wolf hasn’t quite dropped the idea that Changbin secretly wants to murder you in some archaic, primal way after seeing you with his omega, but whatever it is, you’re almost positive it’s not all in your head. 

Because the scent of smoke lingers, and you’re fairly certain you’ve caught glimpses of the other alpha leaving the library just as you arrive, or darting onto the bus back to the dorms and out of sight before you can turn the corner to the bus stop. 

It’s all a little weird, and it’s got you on edge, and so, when you’re pretty sure you just caught a glimpse of Changbin lurking outside of the physical sciences building before your lab, nose in a book, eyes definitely on you, you decide enough is enough. 

Your wolf growls-low and dangerous-in agreement.

Maybe you are crazy, or maybe you’re not, but regardless, maybe a certain omega can help shed some light on the subject. 

So when you slide into your seat next to Hyunjin that morning, you ignore his preliminary greeting, and get right to the point. 

“I think your boyfriend is stalking me.” 

Hyunjin’s eyes go ridiculously wide and you resist the urge to get lost in the black of his pupils, resist the urge to coo over how cute it is when his full lips go into a surprised little ‘o’, dark lashes fanned across the tan skin of his cheeks. 

“What?” 

You lean toward him and dump your pencil case onto the desk between the two of you, holding his gaze as you repeat the words, slower this time, for emphasis. 

“Your boyfriend is stalking me. I think he wants to kill me.” 

You’re only halfway joking. 

Hyunjin scoffs now, rolling his eyes and brushing long dark hair back into the messy ponytail at the nape of his neck. 

You stifle down the urge to tangle your fingers into the soft strands. 

“What’s got you so paranoid?” 

You don’t appreciate his obvious sarcasm, the obvious lilt to his tone, and you say as much by reaching out and pinching his side, hard, between your fingers. 

Hyunjin yelps and flinches away from you, glaring at you as he rubs the offended skin beneath his palm. 

“I’m not kidding. Ever since you forced us to meet, I’ve been seeing him everywhere. Like. Everywhere.” 

Hyunjin shrugs.

 “I mean. He’s a student here too. Odds are pretty good you’d see him around campus. And he’s an alpha, so you guys have the same dorm building.” Something amused flashes across Hyunjin’s gaze, and he reaches out to snag one of your discarded pencils, tapping it along the table top in some sort of nonsensical pattern as he thinks. “Also, he’s a music major. He’s bound to hang around the music department a lot.” 

“Hyunjin! I’m a biology major!” 

The pencil stops tapping.

“Oh. Hm.” 

You sigh in outright exasperation and steal your pencil back from between his fingers, ignoring the pout he throws your way. 

“Seriously though. Can you tell him to knock it off? I’m so on edge I spilled my americano on the bus this morning when an old lady brushed my arm standing up, and I’m a poor starving college student. Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know!” 

Hyunjin smirks at you and cocks an eyebrow, only serving to infuriate you further. 

You reach out and smack his upper arm and he yelps once more, rubbing at the reddening skin as his pout deepens. 

“Yah, seriously?” 

“Seriously.” You repeat back, tone brooking no argument, as you point the pencil menacingly in his direction. “Tell your boyfriend to back off, Hwang Hyunjin, or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures.” 

“Like what?” Hyunjin looks entirely too smug with this conversation, leaning forward and resting his chin in his palms, batting his eyes at you, the perfect picture of rapt attention. “What are you gonna do to him, (Y/N), tell me.” 

Without blinking an eye, you lean forward and snap your teeth at him. 

The omega wobbles briefly in his chair, caught off guard. 

“I’ll murder his favorite omega.” 

Hyunjin tsks, sitting back now and crossing his arms over his chest, the picture of a petulant child. 

“First off, I’m not his omega. Secondly, he’s not my boyfriend, you brat.” 

You leap forward and rap him on the head, and Hyunjin squawks. 

“Yah, I’m older than you, Hwang Hyunjin, don’t forget that.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. 

“Now.” You settle back in your seat, finally digging in your backpack for your notebook, glancing to the board for today’s instructions. You shoot Hyunjin a withering glare as you reach for another pencil. “Call off your guard dog, and maybe, I’ll let you cheat off of me for the final.” 

Hyunjin visibly brightens, metaphorical ears perking, and then he’s whipping out his phone, and you don’t want to make a show, but you covertly try to breathe through your nose as the air fills with the unmistakable smell of bright, tart lemons. 

Inside, your wolf, traitor that it is, is violently wagging its tail. 

*******

The next time you see Seo Changbin, you’re in the library, parked in the middle of a table, books strewn about, desperately trying to grasp the concept of Homeostasis and Regulation, your study partner clearly fed up with your obvious inability to be anything less than stupid. 

“I can’t, Minnie, it doesn’t make sense.” 

You’re whining, you know it, and the scent of frosty pine hovering in the air spikes significantly. 

The beta sitting across from you sighs in a long suffering sort of way and you don’t miss the way his nostrils flare at the fresh wave of your scent, covertly reaching up to brush at his nose with the sleeve of his sweater. 

“Focus, (Y/N). You need to force yourself to understand. Let’s go over the diagram again.” 

You groan and let your head drop to the table with a heavy thud. 

Your entire body is tired-limbs, head, eyes, brain-and the thought of having to go over the assignment again, with Seungmin as your annoyed, but patient, tutor, has you practically shuddering in your seat. 

“God, you’re whiny today.” 

You muster up enough strength to lift your head slightly, shooting the beta a glare, now watching you with slight amusement, arms crossed over his chest, and then complain halfheartedly, “I haven’t been sleeping well. And this class is going to be the death of me.” 

Seungmin tsks beneath his breath, reaching out to straighten his papers and pencils just so, and you briefly wonder if he’s ever been screened for OCD-or maybe just for neurotic tendencies in general, because that’s the only obvious explanation for how easy he’s grasping all of this. 

“Remind me again why you’re a biology major then?” 

You want to quip back something witty, but his scent washes over you-warm and ginger and citrus-and suddenly you’re feeling so much more tired than before. 

Betas really are the stress relief lotion of the subgender world, huh? 

“I’m done for tonight.” You announce suddenly, sitting up with a struggle, as you begin to haphazardly shove papers and books and pens into your open backpack. 

Seungmin watches your chaos from across the table with thinly veiled distaste. 

“You’re gonna fail you know.” 

You glance over at him and offer him your brightest, most innocent, dazzling smile. 

“No way. That’s why I have the best study buddy in the world right here, right Minnie?”

Your tone is wheedling, and makes Seungmin do nothing but roll his eyes heavily in response. 

You sigh and drop the act, hoping he can sense your desperation. 

“C’mon, Minnie. Just for tonight? I promise I’ll return tomorrow with renewed hope and even more diligent effort.” 

Seungmin watches you blankly for a moment, unconvinced, and then he sighs, and you know you’ve won. 

He begins to carefully file away his pencils into their color coded case. 

“Fine. But just know, if you have to retake this class, I won’t be joining you. You’re on your own.” 

“Yes! Okay!” You’re giddy with the thought of going back to the dorm, almost dizzy with the idea of falling into your bed, going to sleep, emptying your brain. You fist pump and shove the rest of your supplies into your bag. “Thank you, Minnie. Have I ever told you I love you?” 

“No. And please don’t.” The beta grumbles under his breath, sliding his books neatly, one by one, into the recesses of his backpack. 

You’re jamming the last of your heavy textbooks into the already protesting backpack, humming some nonsensical song beneath your breath, when a whiff of smoke assaults your senses. 

You choke on your spit, caught off guard, and begin a violently coughing fit. 

Seungmin watches you passively from across the table, entirely unimpressed. 

You glance around the almost deserted library-it is almost 1 am-and feel like you’re in the beginning scenes of a horror movie. 

That’s when you see him, sitting at a far table, apparently reading, but you know better, can feel the way he sneaks in quick glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. 

You scrabble around the table and effectively take up hiding behind Seungmin. 

“Minnie. We gotta go.” 

He hums under his breath, entirely unhurried, as he starts to file away his notes-color coded and marked for convenience obviously. 

“I know. You already said that.” 

“No!” You hiss out beneath your breath, crouched down behind him like some kind deflated balloon man, fingers plucking desperately at the edge of his sleeve. “Like now.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The beta finally turns to glance down at you, eyebrow cocked, lips pulled into a thin line, as if he can’t believe you’re actually hiding behind him, using him as a human shield for god knows what. “If this is some weird alpha rut thing-” “What? Ew. No.” Your tone loses some of its breathlessness at his statement, leveling him with a hard, pointed stare. “That’s not-” You huff out a sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “We don’t have time right now for me to tell you how entirely wrong you are, but later-” 

The smell of smoke intensifies, and your eyes dart to the figure of the lone alpha, standing from the table to stretch and shove books into his bag. 

“Minnie.” You whine, tugging at him again, as he finally finishes putting every color of highlighter into their respective pouches. “Please?” 

“I’m not moving from this table until you tell me what’s wrong with you and if you need a doctor.” 

You heave a sigh and Seungmin offers you a blank look, clearly waiting. 

“Fine.” You grumble out, still crouched behind the shelter of his chair. If you weren’t practically sitting on your haunches right now, you probably would have angrily stomped your foot in frustration. “See that guy over there?” 

Seungmin follows your line of sight and his uninterested gaze falls on Changbin, now shucking on his coat in preparation to meet the cold winter air outside. 

“Obviously.” 

You resist the urge to pinch the beta’s side and settle for rolling your eyes instead. 

“Apparently he’s like Hwang Hyunjin’s boyfriend or not boyfriend or something? I dunno the specifics, and I didn’t ask, but-” “Wait, wait, wait.” Seungmin interrupts you, finally a shred of interest coming to life in the dark recesses of his eyes at the mention of a certain omega. 

A smirk lifts the corner of his lips, and you suddenly regret everything. 

“The Hwang Hyunjin? Your omega lab partner from micro? The one that you have a ridiculously, huge, asinine, creepy secretive crush on? The one that you helped through his heat, as ‘friends’, just ‘bros being bros’-that Hwang Hyunjin?” You don’t appreciate the way he’s practically gleeful now. 

“Yes, that Hwang Hyunjin!” You hiss out from between clenched teeth, eyes darting to Changbin, and then back to the overly smug beta. “How many Hwang Hyunjins do you know?” 

Seungmin shrugs, entirely nonplussed, but finally lets you drag him to his feet and shepherd him toward the door-the door opposite the one closest to a certain Seo Changbin. 

“Move your feet, dumbass.” You grit out, as Seungmin seems to do everything in his power to staunch your forward progress, glancing over his shoulder pointedly, openly curious now, at the other alpha, still gathering up his things. 

“Okay, so that’s your secret lover’s not so secret lover. Still doesn’t explain why you’re literally hiding behind me like a cat who’s just seen the garden hose.” 

“Okay, first off-” You manage to shove the two of you through the revolving turnstile, backpacks and all, and are only a little out of breath. “-I resent that metaphor. Secondly-”

 You almost trip over your own feet in your hurry to get down the stairs, Seungmin dragging at a leisurely pace behind you. 

“-Hyunjin made us meet, in person, to like, make us friends or something, I guess? And the initial meeting was fine, but now I’m running into this guy everywhere, and I literally think he’s stalking me at this point, because we don’t have that many things in common, let alone classes, and so the only logical explanation is he’s scoping me out, biding his time, waiting for the right moment to murder me and dump my body in the lake because obviously, I helped Hyunjin, and Hyunjin is his, and now he’s out to get me-” 

You’re out into the crisp late night air now, and your breath puffs in little clouds as you turn to face Seungmin, who has stopped dead in his tracks, feet like lead weights.

He’s staring at you with something akin to growing horror. 

“What?” You ask, suddenly defensive, tugging your coat around yourself as you try to hold his increasingly judgment filled gaze. 

 “So you do need a doctor.” He finally says, stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat, eying you almost warily. “Just not a medical one.” 

You roll your eyes so hard you’re sure he can hear them rattling in your head. 

“Okay, it sounds a little crazy-” 

“Oh my god. A little?” Seungmin huffs, disbelief clear in his usually flat tone, eyes boring into yours. 

You bristle at his words and your wolf growls, still worked up by the lingering scent of campfire in the air.  

“Okay, so maybe a lot, but seriously-” 

Seungmin throws his hands up in the air in exasperation and looks to the sky, up at the crescent moon, as if he’s asking someone, anyone, for strength. 

“So you formed all of this-this idea-off of the fact that you’re seeing this guy-this guy who you didn’t know before, mind you-around campus more, studying at the library, god forbid, at the same time as us, when he literally goes to this school, you literally share the same dorm, and he’s literally dating your lab partner? Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m going to kill you.” 

You stand there, suddenly sheepish, and the anger cools almost immediately in the face of frost. 

“I-” You rub the back of your neck and avoid his gaze. “-okay, it sounds stupid.” 

“Damn right it does.” Seungmin mumbles, though there’s no real edge to his voice. “Now, can we please go home? I’m cold and tired as hell from trying to teach your dumb ass homostasis all night.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he leaps forward to mime grabbing it, even though you both know your reflexes are too fast to allow him to get even close. 

“Fine.” 

You link your arm through his, even though he protests, and trudge down the snow lined sidewalk toward the bus stop. 

You’d never tell Seungmin, but you swear, once the beta boards his bus and you board your own, that a waft of smoke follows you all the way back to the dorms. 

You make sure to lock your door. 

******

You’re sitting at a table outside the campus coffee shop, enjoying the weak winter sunlight, sipping an americano, when the right moment arrives. 

A shadow slips across the sun, and you glance up from your phone, where you’re currently involved in a heated meme battle with Hyunjin, to see Changbin standing in front of you, looking entirely out of place and a lot more awkward than you remembered. 

You promptly choke on your coffee and nearly drop your phone. 

“Shit, man.” You splutter out, hurriedly reaching for a napkin as you begin to desperately wipe at the coffee stains now splattering the front of your white button down shirt. 

Curse today of all days for being the one day you had to wear formal attire for a class presentation. 

Chanbin, to his credit, looks slightly remorseful, though you can’t tell if it’s because he scared you senseless or because he’s having to watch the current shitshow that’s unfolding before him with his own two eyes. 

“Sorry.” He rubs at the back of his neck and shifts from one foot to the other in obvious discomfort, before he asks, pointing to the empty chair across from you, “Can I sit?” 

Still coughing slightly, still messily wiping at the front of your shirt, you motion to the chair impatiently without another glance. 

Well, today’s as good a day to die as any, you guess. 

You eye him warily from across the safety of the table as he slides his frame into the uncomfortable wiring of the chair, noting slightly the way his biceps bulge beneath the thin fabric of his muscle tee. 

Hyunjin obviously likes a guy who goes to the gym, and you can’t say you blame him. 

“Um-” Changbin falters, stumbling over his words, and you sit back, watching him in silence, not willing to help him a bit, and also taking the opportunity of silence on your end to study him a bit more. 

He’s good looking-blunt, square features, muscular body, dark bangs soft and touseled against his forehead-and he doesn’t look like he’s hiding a knife-a murder weapon-somewhere on his person, but you’ve been wrong before, so it’s better to stay alert, just in case. 

“Listen, I-” Changbin clears his throat, trying again, and shifts in the chair, and your eyes are briefly drawn to the way his tan skin brushes against the cold, crisp lines of the wire backing. 

He’s not even wearing a coat. 

So Hyunjin’s type is not only strong, but strong and dumb. 

Respect. 

The silence becomes too much, his fingers tapping nervously on the table, your coffee growing cold in your hand, the strong scent of smoke intermingling with the cold smell of frost, both sharp and bitter and souring quickly. 

You decide it’s time to up the ante, face the beast, if you will. 

“Are you going to kill me?”

Changbin’s mouth drops open so fast that you’re surprised the hinges of his jaw don’t snap in the process. 

“What?” 

You warily eye him over the rim of your cup, going in for another careful, slow sip. Don’t want a repeat of last time. 

God, no wonder Hyunjin likes him. 

He’s pretty and stupid and altogether kind of cute, sitting there staring at you, gaping, like a fish out of water.

 Not to mention, he looks like he could bench press both you and Hyunjin’s weight combined.

You tap your finger on the table in rhythm with your words. 

“Seo Changbin. Are. You. Here. To. Kill. Me.” 

His mouth is still hanging open, and you resist the urge to sit forward and close it with a finger beneath his chin. 

His jawline is as chiseled as the Appalachian Mountains, and you bet it’d feel like granite beneath your fingertip. 

“Why-” He seems to be struggling, his brain trying to catch up, and you can physically see the confusion, the wheels turning, inside his head, eyes dark and wide. “-Why would you think that?” 

You snort and shoot him a look full of open exasperation. 

“You’ve literally been stalking me. What else was I supposed to think? Usually when someone stalks you, their intentions aren’t purely ambiguous.” 

“I wasn’t-” Changbin looks entirely caught off guard again, lips parting, and you almost think he’s going to gape some more, as if he hasn’t done enough of that in the last five minutes already, but instead, he groans with obvious agitation, scrubbing at his face with his hands. “I wasn’t stalking you!” 

You arch a brow and wait, because clearly, you can’t believe otherwise unless he gives you another explanation, and so far, Seo Changbin hasn’t given you a whole lot of anything other than a pretty decent impression of a goldfish. 

“I was just-” The alpha across from you stutters to a halt once more, clearly frustrated. “Look, I’m not good at this okay?” 

Something in his vague, but entirely honest statement, lures you back into the conversation. 

“Good at what?” 

“Okay first off-” He waves a sudden finger in your direction, eyes suddenly wild and a tiny bit defensive. “I wasn’t stalking, I was lurking-” 

You snort again. “Not much difference there if I’m honest, buddy.” 

Changbin levels you with a glare and you shut up, almost eager to hear what he has to say next. 

You can’t wait to hear the explanation on this one. 

“And secondly, I just-” He rubs at the back of his neck again, a nervous motion that he obviously does subconsciously, and you offhandedly wonder if the skin is raw yet. 

A muscle in his jaw ticks, as if he’s working himself up to whatever he wants to say next, and it only serves to pique your curiosity, your eyes drawn to the miniscule movement. 

That and damn, did you mention, Seo Changbin is just kind of so ridiculously good looking that it makes your mouth water? 

It should be illegal honestly. 

You’re even getting used to the smell of smoke, now almost raging into the burning scent of a forest fire, that fills the air. 

You can’t say as much for the omegas sitting at the table next to you, judging by their hurried, curious glances in your direction. 

Changbin sighs-long, heavy, accepting-and then he swallows, hard enough to be audible, and opens his mouth. 

“I wanted to get to know you better.” 

It’s your turn to catch flies as your mouth falls open abruptly. 

That’s honestly the last thing you expected to hear from the mouth of the obviously uncomfortable alpha sitting across from you. 

“What?” 

Changbin huffs out something between an exasperated sigh and a humorless chuckle and sits back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. 

You try not to get too distracted by the way the move makes his biceps bulge, or the way his pecs flex in response. 

“Yeah, I mean, I can totally see now how-” He eyes you pointedly, lips almost curving into the start of a sardonic smile. “-’lurking’-” You roll your eyes. “-wasn’t the best way to go about it, but I really was just interested in you-everything about you, really-ever since Hyunjin introduced us.” 

There is not currently a coherent brain in your head. 

“Wait, so you-” You hedge out, picking at the table cloth now, suddenly unable to meet his gaze in your shock and encroaching humiliation. “-weren’t mad?” 

Changbin laughs, the sound full of disbelief. 

“Mad about what?” 

You glance up, and something akin to understanding suddenly washes across his gaze at your very obvious ‘figure it out sherlock, shit’s not hard’ expression. 

“Oh. Oh.” He breathes out, and you can see the wheels turning again, connecting all the pieces. “You mean Hyunjin, right?” 

God. You may be dumb and more than a little bit paranoid, but Seo Changbin is just as stupid, maybe even more so. 

“Of course I mean Hyunjin.” You blurt out, disbelief bleeding into open annoyance, carried across in your sharp words. 

Changbin laughs again, and maddeningly, this time, he doesn’t sound anything but utterly gleeful, if not a little delighted. 

You instantly pout. 

“No, no, sorry.” He waves his hand at you, almost breathless because of the laughter, though you fail to see what’s funny, and swipes at a few mirthful tears that have gathered in the corners of his eyes. “I just-you thought-Hyunjinnnie and me-?” 

“Well duh.” You exclaim, hands going wide, as if to make him see the whole picture. 

That, and you’re just annoyed now at his continued laughter at your expense. 

“Shit, man. Do the two of you even hear yourselves? You just called him ‘hyunjinnie’ and don’t even get me started on the pet names Hyunjin uses for you when you’re not around and then there’s the whole ‘just helping each other out when biology calls’ bullshit, and everybody knows that’s so obviously just an excuse, like c’mon, maybe the oldest one in the book even, and god, even the way the two of you look at each other is openly disgusting enough to make me want to vomit.” 

Changbin has grown silent now, and something inside of you preens at effectively shutting him up. 

The other, more major part of you is caught entirely off guard by his obvious and sudden “deer in the headlights” expression. 

He looks shell shocked. 

“Wait-Hyunjin calls me pet names?” He openly chokes over the statement, and his skin-once bronzed like a greek god-is looking more than a little green. Okay, so maybe Changbin is a whole lot more stupid then you first gave him credit for. 

That, and absolutely oblivious. 

You silently add that to the growing list of adjectives you’re using to mentally describe him in your head. 

Mouthwateringly Hot. Check. 

Dumb AF. Check.

Rippling with muscles. Check. 

Startlingly Stupid. Check. 

Absolutely, infuriatingly, oblivious? Check. 

Changbin is still staring at you in shocked silence, so you pull yourself away from your list, and return his stare right back, one eyebrow cocked. 

“Seriously? How are you this dumb?” 

At your blunt words, Changbin promptly chokes on his spit.

You wordlessly slide the rest of your now very cold americano across the table toward him, a peace offering of sorts, or maybe just a way to end his very obvious misery. 

His fist closes around the mug and without so much as a word, he downs the offered drink in one fell swoop that under any other circumstances might have been impressive, but right now, when he’s currently having an existential crisis over his “not boyfriend,” just comes off as little more than desperate. 

You wait until he’s cleared his throat and his face has gone a little less red, and then you sit back in your chair with a smirk. 

“You really didn’t know, huh?” 

Changbin glowers at you, though it doesn’t quite have the effect he’s wanting, currently clutching your empty mug like it's a lifeline, his lost breath still not quite caught. 

You whistle under your breath, and openly tsk at him. 

“Damn, baby, you certainly came off as the kind of thick musclehead type in our first and only meeting, but I gotta say, even with my limited knowledge, this is embarrassing, even for you.” 

Changbin sighs in annoyance, and your smirk grows. 

“Congrats. You’ve made your point. I’m obviously bad with feelings, okay? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have just lurked around until I finally got up the courage to ask you out.” 

“Stalked.” You correct innocently, with a sweetly saccharine smile, earning yourself another glare from Changbin in the process. 

“Whatever.” 

“So,” You sit back, taking pity on him, content for now to deal with the whole ‘how did you not know your friends with benefits was actually more than a friend’ conversation later. “Is this you asking me out then?” 

Changbin’s ears go pink at your forward statement-it’s frankly adorable, and you resist the urge to audibly coo-but he nods regardless. 

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Okay.” 

He looks shocked, and you think it’s becoming a permanent expression on his features at this point. 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah. Okay.” You repeat, pulling out your phone and sliding it across the table to him with an amused smile. “But please, for the love of god, give me your number this time, so we can communicate normally, instead of one of us stalking the other and meeting up unexpectedly at a coffee shop where I think you’re going to kill me.” 

Changbin rolls his eyes, but takes the offered phone anyway, typing in his contact information. 

Something inside of you is giddy to see that he has added a little standing man emoji next to his name when he hands it back. 

Progress, you think, and your wolf purrs at the scent of campfire-suddenly no longer irritating, and a little more comforting. 

“You should know-” You say offhandedly, as you casually stuff your notebook into your backpack and gather up your things, noting the time before your next class. “-the thing with Hyunjin? It’s not usually like that. I don’t usually make it a habit to put out on the first date-minimum rule is usually three-so don’t think you’re gonna get lucky.” 

Changbin chokes for what feels like the fifth time in as many minutes, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles past your lips at the sight of the red blush creeping slowly but steadily up his neck at your blunt words. 

“What-I didn’t-I don’t think-” 

You grin at him, shooting him a text so he can save your number, and his phone dings loudly in the flustered silence between the two of you.

He glances down at his phone, and his eyes scan your message, which simply says, ‘hey stalker 😘’ before he shoots you another halfhearted glare. 

It doesn’t land, considering he looks more like a vine ripened tomato currently than a scary alpha predator. 

“Lucky for you, alpha-” You let the word slip off your tongue in a purr, leaning toward him, and in a bold move, brush an errant strand of hair from his eyes, fingers featherlight and nothing more than a moment as they come in contact with the warmth of his skin. 

The scent of smoke spikes considerably, and you bite back a self satisfied smirk behind your teeth. 

You keep your expression neutrally blank as you regard him easily. 

“-I’m counting this whole misunderstanding as our first date so-” You shrug nonchalantly, and shoot him a lazy wink, before you stuff your phone into your bag and turn to walk away. “-only two more to go..” 

You don’t have to look to know Changbin chokes, the stuttered cough serving to confirm your suspicions. 

You grin to yourself, but don’t look back, giving a blind little wave in his general direction, entirely too smug. 

“See you around, Seo Changbin. Don’t wait too long to confess to a certain omega we both know.” 

He must have gotten his second wind, because you promptly hear his annoyed voice call out over the distance between the two of you, startling some of your unfortunate classmates with the volume-

“I’ll confess when you do!” 

You turn around, walking backward, smirk no longer hidden, and give him another little dismissive wave with your fingers before you yell back, miming thoughtfulness-

“Confessing is like a fifth date thing. Minimum.” 

“Bet.” 

Changbin grins now, the first time you’ve seen him completely at ease since he first sat down, and something inside of you flutters, stupid and vulnerable and giddy, at the sight of the lazy grin, stretching to reveal perfectly straight, white teeth. 

Dammit, Changbin is pretty. 

Maybe Seungmin is right, maybe this is some weird alpha rut thing. 

You put a hand to your forehead, just to check for fever, to be sure. 

Nope. Cool to the touch. 

And your wolf is still turning happy circles deep within the hidden confines of your chest. 

This time, he’s the one who gives you a little wave as you turn back around,and you promptly hide your ensuing smile in the collar of your jacket and tell yourself it’s just because the brisk winter wind has suddenly picked up. 

Definitely not because of the alpha standing behind you, still watching you go, and definitely not because of a certain Hwang Hyunjin and his stupid omega instincts. 

Damn him. 

Your phone dings in your pocket, and you dig around until you find it, holding up the screen to squint at the text message in the weak afternoon sunlight. 

‘Is it still considered ‘lurking’ if I tell you I’m openly watching you walk away and that you have a fantastic ass? 👀🍑’

You grin and stuff your phone back into your pocket. 

Inside, your wolf purrs. 

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[hseungi]

dreaming about the shy ice skater boy was probably normal for girls your age considering how handsome he is, but not for you. you rarely get dreams, so why was someone you barely know — park sunghoon — show up in your dreams? and the most shocking part? he was dreaming about you too.

PAIRING. sunghoon x f!reader

GENRE. soulmates au, school au, romance, fluff

TYPE. written mini-series

WARNING/S. cursing + more to be added each chapter

CHAPTER 02: unsaid feelings

one - masterlist - three

sunghoon woke up, much earlier than he previously does. he wanted to find you on the bus again. he doesn't mind if you sleep, your presence was enough to lift his mood. he was quite sad that his coach called him yesterday. so, he decided to talk to you today.

just like what he expected, he found you in his dreams. you were laughing about something he said, and he couldn't wait to hear it in real life.

he entered the bus and sat in the same place yesterday. the bus was quickly filled with passengers, and he waited for you. he saved a seat for you. sunghoon realized the bus was getting too full so he sat on your seat instead, and a stranger sat on his seat. he was sad, he really wanted to see and talk to you on the way to school.

+

he searched the campus for you, and thankfully, it didn't take long. he saw you getting stuff from your locker. "yn?" he showed a small wave.

"oh, sunghoon! is there something wrong?" you examine the pout on his face. this guy just gets cuter and more handsome every day.

"i thought i would see you on the bus today. i even saved a seat for you."

"oh, sorry. my mom wanted to drive me to school today. but, we can ride the bus together next time!"

"can we go tomorrow?"

"of course!" you saw him smile, and you did too.

"what's your next class?"

"i have physics, you?"

"i'll walk you to your class, would that be fine?"

"sure but you could be late…" this time, you were the one who pouted.

"well, our classes are quite near each other. don't worry, let's go!" he grabbed your hand and you followed him along.

+

while you were walking through the hallway, there were a lot of gasps and muttered words from students around you, and you were sure it was because of you and hoon.

sunghoon looked at your worried look. "hey, don't worry. im here, don't mind them." you can feel his thumb caressing your hand, and you gave him a small smile.

you both finally arrive at your classroom, bidding sunghoon goodbye.

sunghoon looked at you sitting on your seat and setting up your things. he ignored the weird looks of your classmates. looking around, he saw jake raising his eyebrow. oh no. he wasn't ready for the teasing he was about to get.

+

after 3 hours of classes, it was finally lunch break. sunghoon sat with jay, jungwon, and sunoo. the others had a different lunch schedule. this was the only time he was grateful that jake wasn't here.

"sunghoon, you look happy today. let me guess, good dreams?" he heard jay's question and chuckled.

"ooh, i bet he dreamt of his crush." sunoo joked, but he wasn't really that far off...

"wait… didn't you tell me you dreamt about someone, hoon?" wrong time, jungwon.

"sunghoon? i feel so betrayed! who is this lucky person you're dreaming of?!"

"well, you didn't ask, sun! and it's no one."

"let me guess, you found out who the girl is. didn't you hyung?"

"what- jungwon, no."

"come on, who's the girl, hoon?"

"OH MY GOD. ITS A GIRL-"

"okay SHUSH. i'll tell you but not now."

"FINE, BUT ILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT."

"kim sunoo, don't tell the whole school!!" sunghoon shouted, and sunoo started running. of course, sunghoon chased him.

"why am i the mature one…"

"it's okay won, at least you're cool."

+

you had a different lunch schedule which means you couldn't eat with sunoo. during days like these, you usually eat alone. "yn!" you turned around and you saw jake. all you know about him is that he's friends with sunghoon and sunoo, and he's one of the smartest students in your class. lucky him, and you don't know if it's because he's friends with sunghoon or the latter. maybe even both.

"jake? what are you doing here?" "you know me?" "of course, i know you! you're the smartest in the class. but, i could ask the same thing… you know me?" "well, i saw you and sunghoon today. i was suprised since sunghoon's class is far from yours." "oh, it is? he told me it was close to mine though?" jake smiled, looks like sunghoon is in love. "he probably did that to walk with you. also, would you like to sit together?" "yeah, sure." you showed a smile before following him.

you and jake were talking about your class when a tall guy intervened. "HYUNG!!" "niki, stop screaming! there are people here." "sorry…" the black-haired boy sat down and he noticed you. "uh, who are you?" "oh, right, sorry. i'm yn."

he looked at both you and jake and pointed a finger at the two of you. basically, he assumed you two were dating. "NO! you got the wrong idea." you nervously chuckled.

you saw jake whisper something to the boy's ear, and he looked shocked after hearing it. you were curious, but you didn't want to pry.

"niki, don't embarrass yourself. she's sunghoon's lover!" jake whispered in his ear, hoping that you or anyone else won't hear it.

+

lunch was quite awkward at first, but you've gotten used to it by now. they are fun to be around, chaotic, but fun. you were curious to why they kept asking about sunghoon, aren't they friends? but, you hope to find the reason someday, just not today.

thankfully, you had another free period so you went to the library. sunoo, jake, and niki were all busy with class, so you went alone. you rarely go to the library, you weren't a book worm. the only thing you like about the library was the AC, especially during summer.

you got a random book, and found a table near the windows. "you like windows, huh?" you glanced at the direction of the voice, it was him again. but, you weren't complaining.

"hoon?" you saw him took the seat in front of you. "did you get home safely yesterday?" "yeah, i did. what about you?" "i did too."

sunghoon wanted to say, "i did too. and i dreamt about you." but he didn't want to sound weird. he was still trying to get to know you, and he absolutely did not want his chances to vanish.

so, sunghoon did the only thing someone would do to get to know them better. he asked you questions about your likes and dislikes, he listened attentively and tried his best not to miss any detail. he even wrote some on his notes app so that he wouldn't forget. that's how badly he wants to get to know you. but, there was still one question left un-asked. and that was why do you keep showing up in his dreams?

+

you walked to your locker, class already ended, and all you needed to do was fix your things. your mom told you to go home as soon as school ended. after being back from a business trip, your mom wanted to spend time with you. you weren't exceptionally close with your mom, but just enough to comfortably exchange a few words.

you started walking to the gate of the campus, but you heard sunghoon call your name and run2u.

"yn! are you going home?" "yes, my mom told me to go home early. wait- don't you have training?" "i skipped it today." and you gasped. "what?! why would you do that?" "i wanted to walk you home today! i mean, if it's fine of course." him putting his hand over his nape and looking at the ground nervously made him even cuter. "it's fine with me, but that's not a valid reason for you to skip training!" "it's valid for me. come on, your mom said you should go home early right?" how could you ever say no to him?

sighing, you both started walking to your house. along the way, you felt sunghoon's hand hold yours. "your hands might get cold, i'll hold them for you." you looked up to him with a smile, just to find out he was already smiling at you.

one - masterlist - three

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𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ✷ 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬-𝐭𝐨-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬����𝐭𝐲!𝐚𝐮 [𝐩𝐭. 𝟐]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: haechan x fem!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: college/university, enemies to lovers, fluff, romcom, comedy 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬’ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: sorry we took so long HAHAHAHAH it’s been a busy few weeks but here’s part 2 °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° part 1 | part 2 | part 3

• one fine day after class, he popped a question • in his usual stupidly annoying cheeky funky playful tone that you hated oh so much. but maybe, • just maybe, you'd miss all of these when this class ends for good • "yo bruh, ummmm.. you free to hang tonight? wanna drop by 7-11 to get some ramyeon?" • honestly, you were Too Stunned To Speak • so the fool you are just nodded to agree, unknowingly • and goofy haechan suddenly dived into celebratory mode • fella looked like he just won the lottery. Weirdo. • "Cooool. See you at the front entrance later bruh" • and you guys just stood there, with him staring at you • until you walked away, in deep confusion • annd, maybe you were lowkey heartbroken.  • because damn... why'd he call me bruh :( • but then you recalled how much of a jokester he is,  • dude literally fools around with anyone... right... right..! • everyone on campus is on #Bro terms with him, how could you forget that • so you brushed it off at that instant • but!!!! haha this shit came back to haunt ur mind for the entire time in class • you were practically zoning out into your own universe • ‘til your bestie tapped you back to reality, when the final class was over. • you then started getting nervous upon walking nearer to the entrance • and just when you were about to stop in your tracks, • haechan goes BOO! from behind • and tucks his arm around your shoulders • AH of course! there will never be a time when he is Not Annoying! • “HEYYYY UR EARLY” • “yeaaah hahaha” • and then silence. • but..... why does he still have his hands around you? • does he... realise... that he’s still hugging you....? • and as if he read your mind, he suddenly jerked away. • face looking kinda red too • Interesting. • the walk to the convenience store? AAAWKWARD~ • none of y’all spoke. • but thank god for your phone falling out of your hand, the atmosphere turned lively • he caught your phone, • and you guys started laughing out loud. • “i swear you cursed this upon me, there’s no way you could’ve caught that” • “hello? i’m the God of Reflexes for a reason. Lee Dong Hyuck, for you” • at 7-11, suddenly he’s doing everything for you. EVERYTHING. • he helped you clank open your drink without asking, • helped you to hold your food which, btw, was Too Hot To Handle • even helped to clear the trash, and insisted that you sit your ass down • “dont even lift a finger. fr” • very odd isn’t it. • since when has he become sweet? • or.... are you just reading too much into things. • but then like, • NOW! he is pestering to send you home. oh my GOD? • not to just send you off at the bus stop btw, • he actually insisted on walking you to your apartment. • but the thing is.. he stays in the dorms. • and your house is like, an hour away. • “you never know what happens! it’s getting late dude, and you’re a girl. *silence* w-woah no i don’t want you to get the wrong idea. gotta clarify. i’m not saying girls can’t take care of themselves. no nooo. what i’m trying to say is.... *another silence* • i just want to make sure you get home safe.” • and he looks away. • dying inside knowing what he just spouted. • “okay finnne i guess, do i even have a choice?” • he grins brightly at you and starts snickering away. • “shut up. let’s go you doofus”