#i thought being closer to completing my whole cr watch would make me feel free but i just feel scared for my life

[laura-bailey-enjoyer]

i kinda want marisha to go against her own self and just play a paladin

[parkmuse]

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,470 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Taco ain’t your innocent kitty no more.

cr.

“Come on Y/N, you can’t stay holed up in your apartment. Let’s go out and have fun!”

Eunji jumps onto you, rattling the bed frame as she whips the sheets off of you.

“Don’t wanna,” You groan.

“You can’t be like this forever, Y/N.”

You groan again, bringing the bed sheets back up to cover your face. “Yes I can. Just let me be, I want to lay here like a potato for the next 40 years. Come visit me every day to put food next to me.”

“Oh my god you’re so dramatic. Namjoon was a jackass, okay? And fuck Yoona too! You’re better off without the both of them.” She pats the top of your head that isn’t wrapped under the sheets.

You can’t help but feel like this. Your boyfriend of two years along with your best friend since elementary were hooking up behind your back, and you caught them red handed in your previously shared apartment with your loving boyfriend. You immediately kicked them out, telling them to never show their faces again there and took any cherished memories you’ve had with them, dumping them in the trash. One of the things you couldn’t help but keep was the chain around your neck, holding the ring Namjoon gave to you on your second anniversary. You didn’t have the heart to toss it, still pathetically leaving it around your neck in hopes that this whole scenario was just all a dream.

“You know, I heard they’re having 50% off your favorite hot cocoa at the mall~”

You peek your head from under the covers, “50% off?”

“Yes, and I’ll even pay for you.”

She knows you can’t turn away free food, especially if it’s your favorite drink. You spring from the bed and run to your wardrobe. “Okay you got a deal. Give me 5.”

-

Once you and Eunji made your way to the outdoor mall, you instantly regretted it. Hundreds of couples swarmed the area, going on dates to see the massive Christmas tree and have a romantic walk through the winter wonderland. Thousands of lights twinkled from above, and the snow that fell made it look even more beautiful.

You and Namjoon had planned to go here together this week. You two were supposed to stop by the café with him getting you a hot chocolate and a cappuccino for himself. Afterwards, you were going to walk around candy cane lane and end at the big Christmas tree, snuggling into each other for warmth as you admire the lights.

Seeing all the couples that were doing what you were supposed to do with him made you feel sick and even more depressed.

“I don’t think this was a good idea after all Eunji,” You groan. “I think I just want to go back home.” You start turning away but she locks her arm into yours.

“No! We just got here! Come on Y/N, you’ve been home all week. We’ve come this far, the café is right there!”

You sigh. “All these cheesy couples are making me nauseous.”

She turns to whisper in your ear, “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

You smack her arm. “As much as you persuade me with food I don’t think this relationship would work out, I like dick too much.”

She laughs aloud, “How do you know I don’t have one?”

“Did you just admit to me that you have a dick?”

“Okay sorry to burst your bubble because I don’t. But enough dick talk we have to hurry or the line will get longer!” She says, dragging you to the entrance of the café.

After grabbing your drinks you set outside to wander around the center of the mall, beautifully decorated with warm holiday colors. The tree had to be at least 50 ft tall or so, crimson ribbons cascading down along its sides with gold and silver ornaments hanging throughout. On top of that was the beautiful brightly lit star to complete it.

You and Namjoon were supposed to put up your tree this weekend. Placing the star on top was your favorite part-

“Y/N, if you keep moping like that I’m going to punch your boob.”

“Okay, okay!” You say, covering up your chest. “I know I should be angry and forget about it all but I can’t help but still feel this way. It was two whole years of being together after all. And Yoona was my best friend my whole life.” You sigh and take a sip of your drink, watching as a couple kisses under the same mistletoe you and Namjoon would every year.

You turn back to her. “I really appreciate you trying to make me feel better, I really do. But I think I just want to go home for today.” You give her a faint smile and pat her shoulder.

Eunji frowns, then reluctantly starts following you back to the car.

You’re almost out and away from all the hoard of couples making their way to go and see the tree when Eunji pulls you back all of a sudden.

“Y/N, let’s just do this one thing first and then I promise I’ll take you home.”

You look at her confused, “What?”

She points to the side, where you see a little fenced village covered in fake snow and towers of presents. “Let’s go see Santa!”

You frown. “I’d rather not, I don’t want to sit on some perv’s lap,” you say as you tug your arm away. She grabs ahold of it again, tugging you toward that direction.

“Just do it! Do it for me? Please? Come on please please pleasepleaseplease-“

“Okay! If you shut up and take me home right after,” You huff.

Eunji squeals in delight, locking her arms onto yours again and dashes towards Santa’s village.

-

The inside was a lot cuter than you expected it to be. There were reindeer tracks on the ground, cookies and milk out for Santa, and “elves” around the area spreading Christmas joy. At the very end, Santa was on his candy cane throne with an ecstatic child on his lap, blabbering every little thing he wanted for Christmas. Santa was as jolly as he should be, telling the kid how if he stays on the nice list he’ll definitely get what he wants.

After taking a picture with the child, the kid ran back off to his mom.

“Ho ho ho! Okay, who’s next?” The wannabe Santa yells aloud.

“She’s next!” Eunji yells, pointing at you and pushing you in his direction.

“Eunji, I don’t want-“

“Okay Miss! Come over here with your Wishlist!”

At this point you couldn’t really reject, especially with all these people already staring at you. You sigh and reluctantly make your way over to him.

You were definitely not going to sit on his lap because you were a grown woman and that would have just been really weird, so you decided to just sit on the chair right beside his.

“What’s your name young lady?”

“Y/N,” You politely smile to him.

“What a pretty name! And Ms. Y/N, what would you like for Christmas?”

Namjoon.

You shook your head. What were you thinking? You weren’t going to say that to him. What other thing did you want for Christmas so you can get this over with?

“Nothing in particular…”

“She wants a boyfriend!” Eunji yells from the side.

You shot her a death glare, then she giggles and winks at you.

“Well Ms. Y/N, is that what you really wish for?”

You look at him with a blank stare, and end up shrugging. “I think I’m tired of boys.”

Santa lets out a hearty laugh, then pats you on the shoulder.

“You know Ms. Y/N, love is an adventure. You’ll fall in love, and you’ll fall out of love. You’ll cry, you’ll be angry, happy, you’ll feel every emotion you could possibly ever think of in every bit of your beautiful being. Sometimes, we have to go through a few obstacles before we find it.”

He leans over with his hand covering his mouth to the side. “Want in on a little secret?”

You look at him, curious as to what he was talking about.

“I, Santa Claus, can help make your wish come true. I remember your name on my nice list Ms. Y/N. And you look like a kind, selfless young lady and I am sure you will find love very soon.” He points to you. “But I need your help. If you really really believe in your wish, it’ll definitely come true.”

You look at him, smile so sincere and eyes so genuine that for a second you actually believe in him. You nod back at him out of politeness, and give him a faint smile.

“Okay! Now let’s take a picture!”

You both smile for the camera, then afterwards you stand up from the chair. Before you leave, he grabs a hold on your hand, making you turn back to look at him.

“Just believe Ms. Y/N. Even if it’s a little bit; don’t lose hope. And you never know, love might be closer than you think. Maybe right under your nose! Merry Christmas!” He gives you a heartwarming smile and you reciprocate, then nod and leave back to Eunji.

-

You finally get home to your apartment, chucking off your boots and tugging off your beanie. You quickly change into some comfy sweats and a big, warm sweater then find solace in your warm comforter.

You lay on your side, and a shiny object catches your eye.

The ring attached to the necklace around your neck that Namjoon gave to you on your anniversary.

You caress the last piece you have left of him, then sit up to take it off your neck. You stare at the object in your hands, then think about what Santa had said earlier that night.

Sometimes, we have to go through a few obstacles before we find love.

Maybe Namjoon was just one of those obstacles.

You really thought he was the one, but you probably had it all mixed up.

If you really really believe in your wish, it’ll definitely come true.

You really did want to find the one someday.

As dumb as you really thought it was, maybe he’s right. You just really have to believe, and your wish will come true. You’ll find a great guy that will treat you right someday.

At that moment, a furry figure jumps onto the bed and tugs the necklace out of your hand, dropping it to the floor.  You were about to yell at him but he brushes himself against your hand, purring as he tries to get you to cuddle him.

You can’t help but smile at him wanting attention from you, then start petting him. “What’s up with you today, Taco?”

You’ve had your cat for a couple of years, way before you started dating Namjoon. You rescued him when he was just a little kitten, stuck in the tree in front of your house. His endless cries made you pity him, so you ended up climbing up and getting him down. After that, he stuck to you like glue and you ended up keeping him.

Not only was it loving, warm cuddles he would give to you that made you fall for him, it was his beautiful coat too.

His light caramel fur along with some chocolate spots, the cute little mole that resides on the tip of his nose that you loved to kiss along with the one under his right eye. What always leaves this cutie so captivating is his gorgeous jade colored eyes that shines like an emerald in the rough.

You’re about to bend down to grab the necklace again, but your thoughts stop you.

Why hold onto it? Namjoon wasn’t worth it, and you knew it too.

Taco runs his head along the palm of your hand again, nudging you to pay attention to him. You chuckle, petting him and taking him in your arms as you lay back down on the bed. He snuggles himself into your neck, tickling your skin and making you giggle.

“What do I need him for? What do I need a man for when I have you, Taco?” You say as he purrs into your neck.

“You’re as loyal as ever, and you’ll always be there for me, right?” Once you say that he places a paw on your cheek, making you look over. He moves closer to you, licking your top lip and cutely meows to you.

“Want me to do it back?” He meows back to you again and you giggle. “If only you were human Taco, we’d be perfect.” You kissed the mole on his nose and snuggled closer into him, cuddling with each other until you both fell asleep.

-

You were having the nicest dream that night. You dreamt that you fell asleep, so warm and comfy completely engulfed in someone’s arms. It must have been your other half, the man of your dreams (literally). He smelled faintly of peppermint, and the alluring smell made you feel even more cozy. You snuggle yourself into the warm embrace, leaving you to face his chest and take in more of his scent.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling a little better from the previous day.

All of a sudden this feeling of unsettledness churns in the pit of your stomach, because you’re awake and yet strangely, the dream is still continuing.

The smell of peppermint continues to fill your senses, and the inviting warmth surrounds your figure. The arms around you hug you tighter. Legs are tangled into yours, and you can hear light breathing of the person next to you as they rest their chin on the top of your head.

Namjoon?

Your heart is beating a mile a minute. Did he come back? Is he sorry for what he’s done?

He never smelled this way though. He doesn’t feel this way when he’s hugging you.

Who the fuck is it?

You slowly look up, scared shitless of who it could possibly be.

You’re met with an unrecognizable face, and you hate yourself for thinking this at that moment but he was beautiful.

Actually, he was ethereal.

His chocolate hair was a bit messy, but his bangs hung down a little over his eyes. His caramel skin was so smooth, and he smelled amazing. One distinct feature of his caught your eye though.

He had a tiny mole right on the tip of his nose.

You couldn’t figure out why that felt so familiar to you at the moment because now you were freaking out.

You jumped out of your bed, finally realizing the reality of the situation. There was a stranger that broke into your home and snuck into your bed.

Why didn’t Taco make any sound? Where was he?

You couldn’t go and look for him now as you stumble around, frantically trying to look for your cell phone to call the police. As you’re going through your drawer, you hear a deep, husky voice speak to you.

“What are you doing so early, Y/N?”

You freeze on the spot.

How the fuck did this guy know your name? How did he even get into the house?

You slowly turn back to look at him, then you spotted something you didn’t notice before. He was sprawled on the bed, lazily looking at you as he rubs one of his eyes. Right at the top of his head, you see what looks like…ears?

Not ears that a normal human would have on the sides of their head. No, fucking cat ears resting right at the top of his head.  

Some furry loving cat cosplayer weirdo just broke into your home.

Immediately, you grab your hairspray from the top drawer and point it in his direction.

“W-Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house, laying with me on my bed?”

He looks at you a bit confused, and now he’s fully awake. He slowly sits up, and that’s when you really notice something.

He’s staring straight at you, jade eyes shining brightly. Almost the same jade eyes that mesmerizes you every day that belonged to-

“…Taco?”

He makes a sound that almost sounds like a hiss under his breath, “My name isn’t fucking Taco, it’s Tae!”

His ears perk up straight and as he sits up even more, the bedsheets fall from his figure. Completely exposed to you is his broad shoulders and defined collarbones, followed by his toned, smooth stomach that had a faint etch of a six pack coming along.

His eyes follow yours that scanned his impeccable figure, and his eyes widen in surprise. “Woah, when did this happen?”

He continues to look at himself, running his hand along his forearms and touching his face. “When did I turn human?”

He grabs ahold of the sheets, pulling it up slightly to look under. He raises a brow, then nods his head. “Well, still got it going on down here in Tae town-“

He’s about to lift the sheets completely off of himself, but you stop him with a scream.

“NO! FOR GODS SAKE KEEP IT ON!”

He freezes, then lets go of the sheet. He cranes his neck to the side, staring at you as his ears falter a bit. “Why are you pointing that at me?”

“Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you NAKED IN MY BED!?” You yell in frustration.

He’s still looking at you in confusion. “You don’t recognize me in this form?”

“Form? What form?”

He gestures a hand around himself. “This form. My human form.”

You look at him as if he’s talking like some psychopath. “Dude, I don’t know who the hell you are but please leave and take your cat dressing fetish out of my home or I’m going to call the police.”

He huffs in annoyance. “It’s me, Taco.”

Taco? Your cat?

He points to his face. “Can’t you tell by my eyes? Or the mole on my nose you always kiss?”

He reaches above his head, tugging on his ears. “These aren’t fake by the way, and I don’t have a cat dressing fetish. I am a cat.” He runs a hand through his hair, “Your cat. And my name isn’t Taco, it’s Tae. I fucking hated that name,” He says with a frown.

You slowly lower the hairspray, then drop your hands to your sides.

“…Taco?”

“TAE!” He yells to you, making you jump in your spot.

He clears his throat. “Sorry. It’s Tae though, that’s my name. I'm not a damn taco.”

He scratches the back of his head, “Look, I know this is really weird and all, but it’s me. I don’t really know why this happened either, but what’s done is done.” He looks at you, no hint of hostility in his eyes.

You slowly make your way over to him, and he stays in one place as not to scare you. You sit in front of him on the bed, looking over all of his features.

His skin tone and his hair color is just like Tacos. The mole under his right eye, his striking jade eyes. When you look closely, his eye shape and his pupils is really similar to a cats. You slowly reach forward, touching his mole on his nose.

It was very faint, but for a second you thought you heard him…purr?

You move your hand higher, reaching for his ears. You tug at them lightly, realizing that they really are attached to his head. You slowly run your hand down along it in complete awe.

This is all real.

This is actually happening to you.

Without thinking you accidentally scratch the underside of his ears, and he lets out a deep moan. You move your hand back quickly in shock, “Oh my god, sorry-“

He quickly catches your hand in his, then brings his face into your palm.

“No, it felt good. I love when you do that to me.” He rubs his face against your hand, running his cheek across it as he lets out low purrs.

“Touch me more.”

Your face goes crimson red, then you quickly snatch your hand from out of his grasp and jump from the bed.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You’re Tac-Tae, and overnight you turned human. Well semi human because you still have fucking cat ears. You’re not some weirdo cat cosplayer that broke into my home to kidnap me, but you’re my cat that turned human?”

He shrugs, “I guess you can put it that way.”

You can’t believe this is seriously happening.

This is like some weird fictional drama scenario. How could this have possibly happen? Did someone put some curse on you? You let out a gasp, then remembered what happened the night before.

Santa and your wish. You hoping to find a kind, loyal and loving boyfriend.

You saying that if Taco were human then you’d be perfect for each other.

“I didn’t LITERALLY mean it!” You yelled aloud to yourself all of a sudden.

Tae jumped in his seat, looking even more confused as ever. “What the hell are you yelling about?”

You stared at him bug eyed.

This is not happening. This cannot be happening. Your cat did not just turn human.

Santa did not just turn your cat into a human because you can’t find a real guy in the world who you’d have a chance with.

Was there really no chance with anyone else? You’re last resort is your cat?

You scream again, groaning as you throw yourself face first into the bed.

“I’m hopeless. And I’m going crazy.” You flip around and grab a pillow, throwing it over your face. “This all has to be a dream. I’m going to die alone.”

You feel rough hands grab ahold of yours, pulling the pillow off of your face. You’re met with Tae’s, a mere inches from yours as he hovers over you from the side.

“Hey, stop being so dramatic. You have me. I’m yours, remember?” He nudges his face a bit into your hand.

You stare in silence as you watch his movements. He’s the exact same way as he was when he was a cat, only in a grown man’s body. He still nudges into your palm, and you can’t help that a small smile crept on your lips.

You instinctively caress his face, watching as he hums in content. Taco loved when you would pet him, especially when you ran your fingers along his head. You did the same with Tae, seeing him get lost in your touch.

You gently scraped your nails through his hair, actually forgetting how crazy this all was, and at that moment all of a sudden he jumps on top of you with a groan.

He places one leg between both of yours, straddling one leg and putting both his hands beside your head as you look at him in shock. He kneels down, bringing his face to yours so close you can feel his heavy breaths on your lips.

He rubs his face against yours, cheek to cheek, then runs his nose along your jawline with hot pants. You’re too shaken to even move at this point, leaving both hands on either side of you.

He continues to bring his face lower, rubbing himself into the juncture of your neck that he loved to do so much.

He ran his nose along the side, then darted his tongue out to give your neck a quick swipe. The wet muscle sliding along your skin woke you up instantly, then you push his chest back.

“Get off of me!”

His eyes widen, ears faltering as he pouts at you. “Why? You used to let me all the time.” He tries to lower his face again, but you push against him again.

“That was different! You can’t do that anymore!” A blush was creeping up your face and it was really starting to get hot in here.

“What’s different? Nothing’s different! Woah, what’s wrong with your face? Are you sick?” He touches your cheek, faintly running his thumb across your face. He stares at you in concern with his jade eyes, craning his neck to the side.

“I-I’m fine, just get off of me will you-“

You stop midway through your sentence because you felt something touch your thigh. You lifted your leg a little out of reflex, confused at what just hit you.

“Ahh,” Tae drops his head to your shoulder, struggling to keep himself upright.

“C-Can you do that again?” He pants hotly into your ear.

Then it clicked in your head.

You looked down slightly, your eyes scanning his naked figure from waist up. Once you realize what part of his body is resting against your thigh, your face goes red as a tomato and you scream aloud, pushing him completely off of you.

He rolls to the side with an oof! then you jump up faced away from him.

“Oh my god your- and my thigh- oh my god,” you cover your face up with your hands as you groan.

“Oh god, I need to take a shower…just stay there please, I’ll be back,” You say as you frantically make your way to the bathroom.

You click the door shut, then slide down the wall and onto the floor.

My cat’s…human. Taco is…Tae, a human?

This has to be some crazy prank Eunji is pulling on you.

She hired some hot weirdo to sleep on your bed and pretend he’s your cat, that way you can get over Namjoon quickly. She wouldn’t go as far as hiring a stranger to do this to you though. What the fuck is happening?

You still need time to wrap all of this around your head.

You let out a heavy sigh. A hot shower would be really nice right now.

You get up, removing all your clothes as you make your way into the shower. You turn on the hot water and let it slide down your figure, letting the warmth run down your face. You hum in content, letting it relax you.

What the hell were you going to do? If Tae really is your cat, is he going to live with you from now on? What about his ears?

Does he still eat cat food? Does he still shit in the litter box because you are not fucking down to clean that shit-

You reached down to grab your shampoo, but grab something else that felt really funny.

You look down. It looked like a rope, all hairy and brown. What the fuck is this?

You tug it closer to inspect it better, but a husky groan stops you in your tracks. What the fuck was that-

“Mm, fuck, don’t pull so hard. While you’re at it, do you mind getting my back?”

You turn to see Tae, back faced to you and butt naked in the shower. He’s rubbing body wash into his chest, but stopped with a moan once you accidentally gripped whatever was in your hand again. You look at what you’re still holding and what you see makes you mortified.

A tail. A fucking tail attached right above his damn buttcrack and you’re holding the tip in your hand-

“Ahh, don’t-“ He grips onto the ledge for support, legs slightly wobbling as his ears fold on his head. “Please, be gentle.” He pants.

You immediately let go of him, then push him out of the shower.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OUT!” You manage to spit out. You shut the shower door behind him as you attempt to cover yourself up.

“What?! We do this all the time!” He tries to open the door again but you hold it closed.

“NO! SHOWER ALONE WHEN I’M DONE! JUST GET OUT!”

“But I still have soap in my-“

“OUT!”

“Fine! You’re so fucking weird, I’ll just wash it out in the sink,” He huffs, walking out of the bathroom.

Once you hear the door click you yell for a good 10 seconds into your towel. What the FUCK is happening?

-

After spending the next half hour reevaluating your life choices and asking God why he would do this to you, you finally find the courage to walk out of the bathroom. You slowly peek your head out, looking both ways to see where Tae could have gone. You didn’t want to see him butt naked again, or even worse, his tail.

After the coast was clear, you creeped around to find where he went off to. It was eerily quiet. Did he leave?

Was this all a figment of your imagination?

You hear a groan in the living room and jump, then slowly tiptoed your way to the direction of the sound. You look around your living room with no sign of him, but when you made your way around the couch you found him fast asleep on top.

He wasn’t naked (thank god), he was wearing a white t-shirt and some black basketball shorts. He must have grabbed Namjoon’s clothes that were left in the closet, then knocked out after the shower.

You walked over, kneeling down in front of him. You looked at every detail on his face, still in shock of how much he actually did look like your cat.

His skin and hair was the same color as Taco’s fur, and his moles were in the exact same spots. You can’t help but lightly touch his hair, watching as he rests so calmly on the couch just like you would with Taco every day.

He moves a bit in his sleep, nudging himself closer into your touch as he stretches farther along the couch. You chuckle, remembering how your cat would do that all the time when you petted him.

You examine his ears on his head again, then lightly brush your fingertips along it. They looked so realistic, salmon colored on the inside and a chocolate brown on the back to match his hair color. You couldn’t see his tail right now since they were under him, but from the shower it did feel very realistic as well.

As much as you wanted to, you didn’t have the heart to tell Tae he couldn’t live here. He reminded you too much of your most precious pet, and Taco was nowhere to be found. And as crazy as it sounds, you’re really starting to think he is your cat.

Your thoughts are lost when Tae jerked a bit, suddenly bringing his hand to rest on your cheek. You freeze as he slowly opens his eyes, the jade colored pupils pulling you into a mesmerizing trance once again. In a blink of an eye, he moves forward toward you, bringing his lips a mere inches from yours.

He darts his tongue out, gently caressing your top lip with a swipe. He moves back, licking his pink lips as he stares back at you.

“Do it back.”

You’re still frozen on the spot, too lost in what he just did to respond to him so you just stare back at him with wide eyes. He continues to look at you, then huffs in annoyance.

“You don’t remember or something? Like this,” He brings his lips up to your face again, but leaves a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Now do it to me.”

You’re still trying to comprehend that he literally just licked your lips and kissed your damn nose, and you’re at a loss for words.

“Do you want me to do it again?” He grabs ahold of your face in his hands, then brings his lips back to you. “Like this-“

“I get it!” You push him backwards onto the couch, then immediately stand up. “Stop that. I-I just don’t want to.”

“Why?”

You turn to look at him, and he actually looked really sad. Just like when you wouldn’t give Taco attention, his ears would fold and he’d look at you with big, glossy eyes.

“W-We have to figure out how to turn you back. This isn’t good, Tac-Tae.”

“What if I can’t? What if I stayed like this forever?”

What if he did? What would you do?

“You said if I was human, we’d be perfect for each other.”

He understood that?

“And if it’s worth anything, I’m way bigger than Namjoon ever was-“

You smack him on the back of the head, earning a groan from him. “What?!”

“Idiot!” You stand up, walking away to your bedroom. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

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Chapter 11/19

THE BOY WHO LOVED Ch. 11

-The Riddle Fares- House NICO`S POV

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“You´re starring at me,” Marti suddenly said.

Yes, he was starring at him. He couldn´t help, it just happens. It´s as if his eyes couldn´t do anything else than looking at him as soon as Marti is next to him.

“I am,” he answered, being honest, not trying to deny it this time.

“Why?” Marti asked.

“It´s nice. It´s nice watching you. You´re nice,” he just blurted out, not thinking of the consequences anymore. Nico just wants to get this out this time, doesn´t want to hide his feelings anymore.

“Oh,” Marti said after some seconds of saying nothing.

Nico looked into Marti´s eyes, trying to find something in them, trying to see if he´s feeling the same right now, feeling that there´s something between them, the air changing.

“Yes. Oh.”

And with that Nico was getting closer to Marti on the couch, approaching him, their sides touching each other´s now.

His head was spinning, his thoughts racing. Some of them telling him to just go for it, to kiss Marti, encouraging him in his thought that Marti might feel the same as him. Others were telling him to let it go, not to do it. Telling him that he´ll ruin anything, destroying everything that has established between him and Marti, that Marti will think that he´s crazy and a freak, not wanting to have anything to do with him anymore, leaving him, abandoning him, not wanting to see him anymore again. Losing a friend, losing the boy he has a crush on. Nico being left alone again. Alone.

Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone.

Before he could continue thinking, panicking completely, his thoughts got interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“I´m sorry!” he said as he got up and went to the door, opening it.

“A package for Niccolò Fares?” the mailman said harshly.

“That´s me!”

“A signature please,” the postman said again, pointing a little device to him where Nico placed his signature, taking the package. Before he could say anything else the guy has already left again and Nico closed the door behind him.

“Bookmail!” he exclaimed happily, going back to the couch and sitting down next to Marti again.

“What did you order?” Marti asked curious.

Nico knew exactly what was inside the package and he couldn´t wait to present his newest book purchase to Martino.

“Wait and be amazed, Marti!”

Nico immediately started to unpack his order, having a wide grin on his face as soon as he was done. He held the book directly next to his face, the grin on his face became even wider, excited what Marti´s reaction to him ordering another Harry Potter book would be. This time the “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” Ravenclaw edition.

“Oh wow, really Nico?”

“Yes, damn real, Marti!”

He loves this book, it was his favourite out of the whole series, and he couldn´t help himself, he just had to own all the books in the house pride edition. It makes him happy.

“Don´t you already own, I don´t know, three editions of the whole series?”

“I do, Marti, I need to show my pride, my Ravenclaw pride.”

“Oh, so do you store any Ravenclaw scarfs or whatever in your room?”

“Well, actually I do,” Nico said and grinned.

Yes, he own several different editions of the Harry Potter series. But he just loves it, it´s special to him as it helped him through some rough times in his life so far.

“Why am I surprised of this revelation?”

“I don´t know, you tell me.”

“Hm, maybe there`s still a bit of hope left in me that the boy I--”

The boy I what?

“--happened to become friends with isn´t that deep into the whole Harry Potter thing as it might seemed at first but guess I was wrong, it´s worse than I ever thought,” Marti said and had to laugh.

This laugh. Nico melted a bit at the inside, being completely enchanted by Marti.

“And what about you? Having any rainbow flags on your wall at home?”

“No, I don´t. It´s not my... thing.”

“I get it. It´s not that you have to own a pride flag in order to be gay or whatever sexual orientation you have.”

“True.”

He doesn´t know if it´s okay to ask such a thing, at least right now, as Marti only told him a few hours ago. But he still goes for it.

“I don´t know if it´s okay to ask that now but how did you find out that you like boys?”

“Well, I kind of never felt the same for girls as my friends did. When they talked about how beautiful they where, how much they would love to hook up with them or be in a relationship and what they did to their hearts and bodies. I never felt that and couldn´t quite understand why and what´s wrong with me when I was younger. But when I later felt the same things they described only when I see a beautiful boy, I don´t know, my brain somewhen got what´s my “issue”. And at the latest when I fell in love with one, with one of my friends, yes I know it´s a cliché, I kind of knew it. That I´m gay.”

“So your in love with one of your friends?” Nico asked, really being curious.

“What? Oh God no no! Not anymore, this is long gone!”

Nico decided to become a little bit more forward now, just going for it, stopping to listen to all these voices in his head telling him to not do it.

“I see. And what about now? Any boy in prospect?”

“What?”

“Come on, Marti, you understood me well. Any boy your heart beats faster around at the moment?”

He looked up at Marti, watching his reaction to his question. His heart beating a little too fast. Yes, at least there´s a boy that made Nico´s heart beat faster.

“No. I don´t think so, I mean, it´s kind of compl--,” Marti paused a little before he continued speaking, “--no, not really.”

It´s complicated. Okay.

“I see,” Nico only answered.

Silence hit in again and the feeling, this special feeling he gets in situations like this, when being together with Marti, hit in again.

He looked Marti in the eyes, sees them shining, trying to gather his thoughts and come up with what to say next.

“Anyway,” Marti suddenly started, stopping his thoughts and breaking the silence, “you play the piano, right?”

“I do, yeah. Wanna hear something?”

The piano. He loves it. And he loves Marti. Yes, he would love to play something for him.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Okay.”

Nico immediately stood up, going to the piano and sitting down on the stool, loosen his fingers a bit and placing them on the keys. And he directly knew which song he wants to play.

But before he started, he knew that he wants to have Marti next to him.

“Come here, Marti,” he said, waiting for Marti to sit down next to him again.

Their sides touching completely now.

He waited a few seconds, took a deep breath and then he started playing.

He knew this song by heart. Every note, every tone. He didn´t have to look at any sheet, not even at his fingers, so he just closed his eyes.

Heavy emotions arose as he played, as his fingers wandered over the piano keys. It must look so easy, so free, to someone else watching him. Whilst inside of him all his emotions and feelings were spinning, coming and going again. He felt so much.

As Nico finished playing, he still kept his eyes closed, feeling tears emerge, trying to hold them back, hide them.

It was silent, Marti didn´t say anything.

And after a few moments he finally opened his eyes, turning and looking at Marti again.

He tried to make his head shut up, just listening to his heart. And then he just went for it.

“Marti?”

“Yes?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yes of course,” Marti said, a soft smile on his lips.

“There´s something going on in my head.”

“What? What do you mean?” Marti asked confused.

“The thing in my head is... It´s called Borderline Personality Disorder.”

And it was out. For real now. He couldn´t look Marti in the eyes anymore. His fear of being left alone immediately kicking in, blaming him for telling Marti. That he will leave him, why would anyone want to have anything to do with a person like him? He´s not normal, he´s cr--

He stopped himself before his thoughts could keep going on, making him freak out completely.

And then he went on, trying to explain his mind to Marti, Trying to explain himself, making Marti understand.

“I´m... Sometimes I feel like I can´t control my feeling and what´s going on in my head, it´s just happening. It feels like my life is a constant rollercoaster ride with all its sudden and fast ups and downs. There are times I feel like the happiest person on earth but on the other hand, sometimes I just feel so bad and want nothing than just stop to exist. I sometimes get paranoid too fast and often and it scares me so much sometimes. The idea of being left behind and alone scares and freaks me out so much, I don´t necessarily have to be alone, I could be in a room full of people with my brain freaking out and telling me that I´m alone or feeling like it, I panic so easily and this scares me, Marti.”

He doesn´t know if this was to much, if he´s oversharing again, going to scare Marti away. With his feelings. The way his brain works.

Nico couldn´t help, couldn´t make it stop, couldn´t control it once again, but he suddenly started crying. Tears running down his cheeks.

But as he looked up at Marti again he saw him leaning forward. Feeling a thumb on his cheek, Marti brushing his tears away. Caressing his cheek.

“It´s okay, Ni,” Marti said, earning a little smile from Nico.

“I... I... The song I just played, I wrote it back when I got diagnosed. I just... needed something that was mine, that I could control, something that could bring me joy back then. And it happened to be the piano or music in general,” he continued to tell Marti, nothing stopping him right now. The fear of telling too much still being there at the back of his mind, but being overruled by the urge to let this all out, making Marti understand. Making him like, love, him still, despite all his issues, the things going on inside of him. His strong feelings. He needs it, he needs to be accepted and loved.

He released a long breath and swallowed before he continued.

“I´m sorry, Marti. I shouldn´t have told you this, shouldn´t have whined about my personal problems, I--”

“Shh, everything is okay, Nico,” Marti made him stop.

And then he suddenly felt two arms around his shoulders and he was pulled in a tight hug by Marti.

“It´s okay. You´re not alone, Nico. I´ll be there for you.”

You´re not alone.

These three words did it to him. He started crying even harder, nothing holding him back right now. He just let everything out. He needed to hear this, the confirmation that he won´t get abandoned again, not being left alone.

It took him some time to stop crying, Marti holding him close the whole time, stroking his hair softly.

“Thank you,” as soon as they broke apart, as soon as he managed to let Marti go. “Thank you so much.”

It went silent again, nobody was saying anything. There was nothing left to say, no need to say anything right now. They just stayed there, hands still touching slightly.

And only now Nico realised what had just had just happened.

He told Marti about his illness. About the things going on in his head. And he accepted him, didn’t leave him.

And they were so close, so close to each other. Heart to heart.

Suddenly the silence got interrupted by the sound of keys and the door being opened.

Fuck.

“Nico honey, you home?”

“My mom,” he whispered to Marti, warning him in advance before he left for the door.

“I´m here!” he said, hugging his mom as he approached her.

“I have a friend over and I don´t want to get disgraced by you or him feeling uncomfortable, okay? Please mom,” he whispered to her ear, so quietly that only she was able to hear it.

“Mom, this is Marti, a friend of mine.”

“Martino.”

Marti introduced himself to his mother again, shaking her hand.

And this image warmed his heart. He just wants his mom to like Marti, he still had a lot of hope that... something might happen between them.

“Anna. Nice to meet you, Martino!”

“Nice to meet you too, Anna.”

“So, you´re a... friend of Niccolò?”

Oh no! He could already sense one of the awkward conversations with his mom coming in.

“Yes mom, he´s a friend of mine. We met through Bookstagram,” he interrupted, shooting his mom a warning look. A look full of Don´t. Please don´t.

“Oh, so you´re a book worm too, Martino? Also in love with Harry Potter as my son here is?”

“No, definitely not!” he and Marti said at the exact same time, having to grin at each other.

Marti doesn´t like Harry Potter, no. But this books series is still the reason for them starting to talk to each other. And he will forever be grateful for it.

“I really don´t get the hype around the books, sorry to disappoint,” Marti said again.

A typical Marti-answer.

“I still don´t know why I like you,” he couldn´t resist to say this, he just loves to tease Marti. The way his cheeks turn pink and his eyes start shine when he does it.

“Oh, you like him?” his mother suddenly asked.

“Mom!” he had to throw in again, trying to stop her making things awkward between him and Marti.

“What? It seems like you two get along really well,” she said, trying to defend herself.

“Yes we get along well, that´s what friends do, mom. And look how late it already is! Time runs!” he grabbed Marti´s arm. “I think Marti needs to get home.”

He was glad that Marti didn´t fight back when he dragged him through the apartment to get his things.

This isn´t how he imagined this day to end. He wishes that it would never have to, that it simply could go on forever.

“I´m sorry Marti, really. My mom, she can be really nosy sometimes, especially around new people. I would love to spend more time with you, really, you have to believe me, I just want to save you from her interrogation. And believe me, this would happen if you would stay here longer.”

“Don´t worry, Nico. I get it. But it was a nice day, really.”

“Yes. It was. We need to repeat it very soon.”

“We really do!”

“And Marti?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you!”

“For what exactly?”

“For telling me. And for listening to me. And for simply being you.”

For simply being you. For your words. For your laugh. For your humour. For spending time with me. For being my friend. For helping me more than you think you do.  

For all these things Nico didn´t say out loud.

Nico caught Marti smiling at him before he approached him in another hug. Being close to each other again.

After they broke apart, he opened the apartment door for Marti, leading him out.

“Ciao Nico.”

“Ciao Marti. See you soon.”

And what that he closed the door behind Marti.

And he was gone. Immediately being sad about it, being alone, again.

“Tell me more,” his mom suddenly asked, standing behind him.

“More about what? The reason why I should stop bringing people home?” Nico said, trying to sound offended but couldn´t stop a smile approaching on his lips.

Yes, his mother sometimes could be a pain in the ass, embarrassing him completely, but he still loves her.

“You know what I mean, Nico. He´s cute, isn´t he?”

Nico immediately pictured Marti in front of his eyes, smiling brightly.

“Yes. He is.”

“I already like him. He seems to be nice. And cute of course. And he seems to make you happy, that´s the most important thing for me.”

“Thank you, mom. I´m going to my room if it´s okay?”

“Yes of course, don´t worry. Good night already, Nico.”

“Good night, mom,” he said before he went to his room.

He directly perceived his desk and the mess on there. Drawing utensils spread over it, several sketches, papers, pencils. One especially catches his eyes, the one he started after the phone call he and Marti had, in the middle of the night. He just started, started drawing without having anything particular in mind. And it still happened to become a sketch of him. Marti. Marti in a Hogwarts uniform. He would love to continue drawing right now but he couldn´t conquer himself to do it. He simply felt too exhausted out of nowhere again, just wanting to go to bed.

As he lied down he still grabbed his phone and wrote a message to Marti.

To Marti the Slytherin

Hey Marti, I´m sorry for kind of kicking you out before believe me, it only was for your best.

But today was wonderful, thank you for the nice day. And thank you for listening.

From Marti the Slytherin

No need to thank me. I should be the one to thank you for listening.

To Marti the Slytherin

I´m tired

From Marti the Slytherin

You should probably go to sleep then

I guess I will. Good night Marti <3, he wrote at first but still deleted the heart before he sent it.

To Marti the Slytherin

I guess I will. Good night Marti

From Marti the Slytherin

Good night, Nico 😊

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I know, it´s been some time since I posted the last chapter but I had aa bad time and didn´t managed to but here it is, FINALLY :D And I hope you liked it and thank you for reading!<3 I know, it´s probably not the most special or exciting one as it´s only the last chapter from Nico´s POV but I kind of felt the... need to write the whole thing from his perspective. Hope I didn´t failed too hard haha :D

I would love to hear what you think of it in the comments or my ask box <3

[yukheii]

college athlete!bts

notes: i’ve made minor edits and revisions to these, but they’re still true to the originals. still in the process of reposting from my old blog, bear with me, loves.

disclaimer: blanket disclaimers

KIM SEOKJIN ◦ [cr.]

“I’m going to side with Jungkookie next time you chew him out for being too hard on himself.”

Your voice pulls Seokjin above the waters that engulf his body. He hears you in waves of clarity, every other word drowned beneath the pool water as he completes his butterfly lap. He swims to the edge of the pool where you’re crouched down, a paper bag in one hand, a towel in the other.

He shakes his hair gently and laughs as you flinch away. He’s beautiful like this; in this pool, surrounded by the water he claims saves him, and you argue will swallow him up one day. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he doesn’t care, as long as you keep coming around to warn him.

He sweeps his wet hair back and away from his forehead. “That for me?” He points at the towel.

“No, it’s for the other guy in the pool,” you sit down, criss cross.

“I’m jealous of him then. He’s got a real pretty girl taking care of him.”

He hoists himself out of the water and stands next to you. You were never quite sure whether Jin was made and born to be a swimmer or whether being a swimmer sculpted the body he has. Something like an Adonis; well proportioned limbs beneath layers of muscle and the perfect amount of squish, lovely all the same. He always gives himself credit for that face of his—as he should, you think, it’s a pretty one—but that body.

That body that towers above you as he dries his hair and torso, wraps the towel around his waist and extends an arm.

“No way, this lo mein is mine,” you tell him, moving the brown bag behind your back.

Jin only laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, give me your hand, love. I think it would fit in mine swimmingly, don’t you agree?”

“Seokjin,” you blink, “I’m leaving.”

“Aww, come on that was a good one!”

MIN YOONGI ◦ [cr.]

“Kind of unfair that your boyfriend’s short as a stump, but better than half the team,” a sweaty, unhappy Seungcheol sits next to you.

You only chuckle and watch as Yoongi makes another perfect swish. “He’s persistent.”

“He’s crazy,” Seungcheol counters.

“That too,” you hum, “But you sealed your fate when you voted him captain.”

You lean back into the bleachers and watch as Yoongi instructs the rest of the team to run play seventeen again in preparation for their upcoming championship. Seungcheol is mid-sip of his water bottle when Yoongi calls out for him and you see his body visibly choke up.

“Choi, get off your ass, back on the court, and away from my girl.”

You snicker as you watch Seungcheol scurry back onto the court, mumbling something about how Yoongi has it out for him. His presence is soon replaced by that of your blonde haired boyfriend; and he places his hands on either side of you, looks down with little beads of sweat on the side of his face, and a slight smirk on his lips.

“Hi,” he sings after a minute of silence. You can’t help but laugh, sweeping his bangs out of eyes before returning the hello.

“You should give Coups a break, he’s tired,” you pout. “Besides, I thought you wanted me to be friends with your friends.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “When I said you should make friends, I meant with Seokjin and Namjoon, not these idiots.”

“Then why’d you invite me to sit in on your practice? Jin and Namjoon are on the swim team.”

“I figured you see me all hot and sweaty, get turned on, and then we’d go back to yours and have great sex.”

He chuckles as you hit his bicep and leans over slightly to kiss your forehead, while you mumble about how greasy he is. “Alright, fine, since you care about them so much, how about I end practice early, then you and me can go grab some food?”

“What, no great sex afterwards?”

Yoongi laughs, breathy yet full. “Shutup and get your stuff ready,” he tells you before walking back to center court. “We’ll see about that later.”

JUNG HOSEOK ◦ [cr.]

“Come on, babe, one more round!”

Of course he’s still jumping off the walls. Only Hoseok could manage to attempt to teach someone how to play tennis in the blazing hot sun for two hours and still have enough energy to run a marathon.

“I have a confession to make,” you huff, holding the ridiculously bright tennis ball in your hand, “I only asked you to teach me to play tennis for the aesthetic of the whole thing and because you look good in your uniform. Now can we please go back to your dorm and take a nap?”

Your words paint a heart shaped smile on his lips. He throws his head back with laughter—and suddenly it’s hard to tell whether you’re suffering because of the heat or his beautiful jawline. Probably both.

“You think I look good in my uniform?” He sniggers.

You roll your eyes, “The whole school thinks you look good in your uniform.”

He does though. He manages to not look ridiculous in his neon yellow shirt and matching tennis shoes. His calves are incredible and hidden behind his white shorts are the strongest pair of thighs you’ve ever seen. And somehow he’s pulling off his green, opaque visor.

“I didn’t ask about the whole school, I asked about you, sunshine.”

“Yes, Hobi, I just said that, stop being greasy,” you pout, “Now can we please get out of this heat?”

He laughs at your pain and if he weren’t so angelic you’d probably have already kneed him in the balls.

It’s too hot for touching but when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders you don’t push him away. “Alright, let’s go,” he kisses the top of your head and leads you off of the courts.

“For the record, you look really good in your uniform too,” he winks, “That skirt does wonders for your legs, babe.”

You take the racket out his hand and hit him atop his head, “Jung Hoseok, I told you to stop being greasy!”

KIM NAMJOON ◦ [cr.]

You make your way around the couch and settle down next to your boyfriend who’s watch the taping of his last swim meet for the tenth time today, at least.

“Only you could set the record for fastest backstroke and still be upset, Joonie.”

Namjoon works harder than anyone you know, whether it be at his school work or training. He’s constantly on the grind to improve himself, push himself to be a little better than he was yesterday. It’s admirable, but he’s also the most self-critical person on the planet.

“He was tailing me, ______. If I had been one stroke slower, I would have lost.”

“But you weren’t one stroke slower, Joon. You won.”

“But I could have—”

“You could shutup and pay attention to your girlfriend,” you interrupt with a smile. “I made popcorn.”

Namjoon’s eyes soften and a gentle smile graces his lips. You’re an angel in his eyes; why you choose to stick with him and his self-criticism and hectic practice schedules is beyond him. He only knows he’s grateful for it.

“You know I’m not supposed to eat that,” he sighs.

“Popcorn is healthy for you! Jin told me so.”

“Pretty sure you mean pizza, not popcorn.”

“Alright, then let’s go get pizza.”

“Baby, I can’t—”

“Can’t? That doesn’t sound like the attitude of a winner to me,” you pout, and his eyes grow at your use of his own words against him. 

When he doesn’t say anything, only looks down at your lap and sighs, you reach your free hand to cup his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Kim Namjoon, you just broke a regional record that hasn’t been broken in thirty years and you’re telling me you can’t let your girlfriend treat you to a slice of pizza?”

He kisses you with his soft lips and smiles back. “I love you, you know that?”

You peck his lips again and run your hands through his hair, “I know, Joon. But you should love yourself just as much.”

PARK JIMIN ◦ [cr.]

“You know, you kind of look like Elsa,” you hum.

“Like, the Disney princess?” he asks, “Why’s that?”

He takes your mitten-clad hands in his and leading you onto the ice. You stumble, but he’s there to catch you. “You know, with the blonde hair and the ice and everything.”

Jimin only smiles and emits a breathy laugh, “Whatever you say, love.”

You’re about to remark on his resemblance to the ice princess again, but Jimin soon starts skating backwards, dragging you along with him by the extension of your hands.

“Wah—Jimin, you said we’d go slow!” You yell and he makes circles around the rink, giggles flying at your distress.

“Going slow is no fun!” He quips, suddenly changing directions. The speed makes his bangs fly over his forehead and cover his eyes—and he really does look like Elsa, you think—or at least you try to think when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to die if he doesn’t stop.

“Jiminie!” you screech, as he comes to a sudden halt, holding you close to his chest. His eye smile is the only thing saving him from a serious beating right now. That and the fact that if he skated away, you couldn’t catch him in your wildest dreams.

“If you’re gonna wear my jersey, you’ve gotta go faster than two inches an hour, babe. I don’t want people thinking I’m in love with a wimp.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, then I’ll just wear Seokmin’s jersey.”

“Not a chance,” he rolls his eyes back at you.

You take in his wind brushed hair and flushed face. He scrunches his nose slightly, flashing a smile that reaches his eyes. You almost tilt your head wondering if this Park Jimin is the same boy who bodychecked a guy so hard he knocked his tooth out last Tuesday.

“Your nose is red.”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, “It’s okay. The cold never bothered me anyway.”

KIM TAEHYUNG ◦ [cr.]

“Gross, Tae, get off of me, you’re all sweaty and grassy!” You shove your indeed sweaty and grass-stain infected boyfriend away from you to no avail.

Taehyung only giggles into your ears and hugs you closer, “I thought you said I look hot when I’m sweaty.”

“You look hot, but you smell gross. Tae, come on, this shirt is new.”

“That shirt is mine.”

You feel the heat rise to your face and shove him again. “You can’t even be here it’s a thirty second time out!”

He finally retreats and looks at you with messy hair and a rectangular smile.

“Kim! Get back here!” His coach yells on cue. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, and you a quick kiss to cheek before running back to his team’s side, yelling about how you jinxed it. Only your Taehyung would think it’s appropriate to run to the sidelines to hug his girlfriend mid-time out.

“You two are gross,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook agrees with him.

“They’re cute, hyung,” Namjoon beams.

The whistle is blown and Taehyung is back in action, weaving the soccer ball between his feet and past the other team. He winks at you when he scores; Yoongi is seconds from barfing up his lunch. You only shake your head and watch ahead.

Tae’s team is quick to jump on him when he scores the winning goal. They carry him off to the sidelines as the game ends and players and spectators alike begin to pack up their belongings. Tae looks at you from across the field, gloriously sweaty and grass-stained, and mouths “now?” to you.

You can only giggle and nod your head. He runs and engulfs you in a warm (and overdramatic, according to Jungkook) hug. He’s spinning you around, his giggles swirling with yours and you feel like you’re floating—all of his sweat and stains forgotten. When you stop, he doesn’t give you time to congratulate him or scold you for messing up your—his—shirt; he kisses you, happily and deeply, grime and all.

Yoongi and Jungkook pretend to vomit in the background, but he doesn’t care. “I love you,” he beams, before kissing you again.

JEON JUNGKOOK ◦ [cr.]

There are pros and cons to dating a varsity athlete.

The pros include laying underneath your boyfriend as you “help” him do pushups and receiving a kiss each time he leans down; resting your head on said boyfriend’s toned chest; the feeling of his calloused hands ghosting along your sides while you cuddle on his futon; wearing his alternate jersey at games, despite it being too many sizes too big for your smaller frame; and cute picnic dates in the middle of an empty baseball field.

The cons include waking up at five in the morning to attend said picnic date.

“Come on, this is cute!” he exclaims as you take another bite into your breakfast sandwich. He hadn’t even opted for you two to sit in the bleachers—instead, setting up picnic over the pitcher’s mound.

You only stare back at him, thinking about what you wanna do more: kiss him or smack him. It is cute, you reason, so you won’t smack him. It’d be cuter if you didn’t have to wake up at five to do it, so you won’t kiss him either.

In lieu, you give him a soft smile. He sure is precious with that his two-row bunny smile he’s got.

Jungkook breaks your train of thought with a sudden squeal, “Ooh, come here, it’s starting.” He motions for you come over to his side of the small bump. You shuffle over, having given up on keeping your leggings clean, and sit next to him. He takes the blanket he’d kept in his lap and spreads it over your shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. (That’s another pro—those damn arms).

Jungkook points just over the edge of the top of the stadium where the sun can be seen poking out. The sky is a gorgeous yellow-orange hue as the ball of light makes it way high into the sky. You look up at him, smile as warm as the sunlight being cast on the two of you lean slightly to kiss his cheek.

“I guess this is cute,” you lean on his shoulder afterwards (pro number twenty-seven), and wrap your hands around his waist.

“Told you so,” he hums. You smile into his neck, because who would have thought star pitcher of the varsity baseball team, Jeon Jungkook would be into cheesy picnic dates and watching the sunrise?

“You’re cute,” you quip afterwards.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Jungkook, you’re my boyfriend.”

“How embarrassing.”

[goldenscript]

neighbor!monsta x

author’s note: let’s just blame @wangpuppo for enabling me to write this mess.

read under the cut for more~

cr.

hyunwoo

the relatively quiet neighbor

very self-sufficient, can cook like eggs, bacon, and rice pretty well

does his own laundry and usually likes to kick back, watch some tv when he has nothing else to do

his friends love to come over and pester him so sometimes he pretends he’s not home

will even fall asleep when he’s hiding from minhyuk or jooheon

sometimes you forget he lives in the building bc literally no sound comes from that side of the wall

well, not always (you found this one out come about a week into your arrival into the complex)

so unknown to everyone else’s knowledge except his buds that inhabit the building, hyunwoo’s actually a dance instructor

a lot of the time he’ll actually do his routines at home, often having to rearrange furniture and play the dance song and all, and unfortunately, this means making a lot of.... sounds

this is the first time you’re experiencing this so you’re actually not sure what to think considering you’ve just moved in next door

all you hear is the furniture getting moved about and music starts playing and oh god you hear grunting too

you’re actually very sure you heard someone enter his apartment too though you can’t really hear their voices

it’s not like you tried to hear it or anything though you admit your neighbor’s extremely attractive you’re seriously not trying to think of what he’s doing and why he’s being so goddamn loud and oh god it’s like the fifth time in a row you hear the next bout of music and grunts and you’re actually a little traumatized

for the most part, you try not thinking about it whenever you see him but jesus it’s too hard when you’re grabbing your mail and he comes out looking all sweaty and exhausted and yeah nope abort

you do your best to avoid making eye contact with him even if he’s your super attractive neighbor with nice arms and a nice smile :(

the only time you’ll ever notice him is if he sees someone (either you or one of the elderly tenants) struggling to carry some things like groceries and he’ll be there in a flash

like you were at the entrance with like two boxes stacked from your old place and hyunwoo just appeared and said “oh!! lemme help you with that”

and of course you couldn’t really say no bc he’s already taking them from you and already making his way up the stairs since the elevator would be under renovation and he actually makes an effort to chat with you about life and how you like it in the building and even though you feel awkward about remembering that tidbit he apologizes for always dancing so late and probably blasting his music so loud

and you’re like “wait what”

and he goes “well, yeah i’m sure you’ve noticed the music! i’m a dance instructor so i practice a lot and my friends come by since they dance too so if we’re loud then i apologize-”

you’re just like “oh thank god”

him: o: “what”

you sheepishly admit you thought he was having sex for like five hours straight and he really almost drops your stuff in shock and he cheeks get all beet red and he’s stammering like that isn’t possible

and you just laugh, trying to calm him because you’re just grateful he wasn’t banging someone for that long so many times a night

and he goes “i assure you i’m very single” and oh dear lord he really actually set the boxes down at your doorway to facepalm

and you just wink at him and say, “well, i’m glad. i’ll see you around, hyunwoo! maybe you can teach me a dance or two~”

hoseok

probably the flirt neighbor ngl

he’ll usually throw a pick up line or two your way even to the elderly ladies who always love to call him handsome

knows how to cook and clean but his cook skills are limited to probably ramen and rice

definitely knows how to make a mean cup of coffee (lolol)

relatively the nice in between of quiet and loud unless he has over his loud af buds who don’t know the definition of quiet

you kinda peg him as a fuckboy at first glance so you don’t really talk to him

contrary to common to belief, he actually doesn’t really flaunt his physique and tramp around without a shirt so long as he can help it

he’s actually quite shy so he actually looks really upset when the fire alarm goes off on the whole building and everyone has to be evacuated and he wasn’t able to pull on a shirt because mrs. lee on the third floor needed help getting down the stairs and he couldn’t wait

luckily you managed to grab a blanket before you were forced outside in just a pair of sleeping shorts and loose top and you actually hand it over to him because well he isn’t as bad as you thought

at least considering the fact that he went up to most of the tenants asking if they were okay, checking on mrs. lee and mr. kim even mrs. diaz who had a relatively mean streak unless it was hoseok asking

so you decide he isn’t that bad and you offer him your blanket when the fire men are checking on the fire in what turns out to be minhyuk’s apartment because his attempt at cooking was far from successful.... rip the poor pasta he boiled

anyway he kinda looks at you with wide eyes because you aren’t trying so hard to gawk at him like the other tenants and you certainly aren’t giving him that huffy cold shoulder like before

you just smile, “take it, seriously. you’ve been a really good sport, checking up on everyone like that” 

but instead of taking it, he tries to say that he doesn’t want you to get cold so you roll your eyes and shove the flannel material over his shoulders and keeping some of it on yourself

“we can share then” you say with an attempted straight face but the astonished look on his features and the light blush on his cheeks makes it hard

enter a few disappointed grumbles from his little fans

and he just grins and says “okay”

he just rests his arms on your shoulders when he feels you beginning to shiver and the warmth of his skin just settles nicely and he grins over at you because you just nestle into his touch

like seriously hoseok is so cute and even when you deemed him a fuck boy you had to admit just how attractive he is

so for the rest of that night until it’s safe to enter you both end up chatting away and getting on somewhat closer terms

before you part ways you actually stop him and apologize though he’s very confused about why

you admit that you misjudged him at first and then he shrugs it off and tells you he’s used to it but that makes you feel even more sorry

and it becomes a stammering mess of apologies (it’s like 3 AM so of course this was gonna be a mess) until he leans in really close and grabs your shoulders and says, “it’s ok y/n i promise”

you nod with a small smile “okay, hoseok”

“see you around” he says leaning back near the wall with a faint dust of pink resurfacing on his cheeks

you grin, “i hope so~” before you two officially part ways

you soon discover he’s the cutest boy ever who will literally chat you up with meaningful small talk because somehow most conversations with him are far from awkward

like he’ll ask how your day has been, what you like to do in free time, and input his own likes and dislikes and all that good stuff

hell, y’all even had an entire discussion on your favorite eevees because dammit vaporean is top dog in your opinion

he thinks that the regular eevee is better since they’re the original types and honestly it’s been a major discussion since you both discovered your infatuation with pokemon

it’s such a progression for you two considering you spent a good two weeks avoiding him since you moved into the building and you enjoy your little conversations with him that last until you part ways either at your doors or at the bottom of the stairs when y’all have places to go in opposite directions

then one day he actually asks if you’d like to go sit somewhere that isn’t either of your apartments and at an actual food place

you agree and say “i thought you’d never ask” with a grin

minhyuk

he... is definitely the friendly neighbor

definitely the kind to greet you when he sees you, ask how your day’s been, and ask what you’re up to

he doesn’t do this out of courtesy at all either

like he does it because he genuinely cares and will even ask you about it a week later and how it went

you once told him you wanted to try out this crocheting class the first week you moved into the complex and he asked you how it was going nearly a month later

you found it pretty endearing that he’d remember such a simple tidbit and ever since then you’ve remembered him out of everyone else in the building

to say the least that’s exactly what minhyuk hoped bc he may or may not have a massive crush on you...... and if he’s anything but subtle then maybe he’d be able to keep it a secret

but he canNOT

he makes it so painfully obvious that sometimes he facepalms himself for being too dorky or “too weird” but when he sees you laugh or giggle at his actions, he can’t help but flash his big, ol’ pearly grin at you

anyway, he’s been meaning to ask you out for ages but always chickening out

always

just the mention of “date” and you gets him so flustered and tongue twisted, he ends up mentioning something completely random like “cavities are bacteria’s poop” (this is actually very true so when you looked it up, you were extremely perplexed that he knew such a fact)

but it gets you even more interested in your rather perky neighbor who is constantly at war with the downstairs tenant aka his bff kihyun LOL

one time minhyuk was vacuuming at 3 AM and when it comes to that.... we all know it’s to piss off the pink-haired hamster boy below

so out of spite and the extreme fatigue kihyun has had to suffer after hearing about you for the 892739857239874298th time in a row, he takes matters into his own hands and right outside your door he begins trying to hype up minhyuk to ask you out

even when minhyuk is shushing him since you’re about to head out to the library as per usual around this time

it doesn’t work as right as you open the door you just hear

minhyuk: kihyun, drop it. i like her but i can’t ask her out

kihyun: like who?

minhyuk: are you deaf? have you been listening?! i like y/n!!!!

and you just stand there wide eyed like “you like me, minhyuk????”

if you could see minhyuk looking at kihyun, it was actually a deathly sight but as kihyun waves and walks off you distract minhyuk with a grin and tell him that you’re free tomorrow night if he wants to accompany you for some street food by the market

he agrees and can’t really hide the elation since you actually asked him out

when you two go on your date, he pays - his only excuse is that he didn’t get to confess and ask you out the way he wanted so he wanted to at least do that soooo you make a proposition to him

if he does things the way he wants to then you two can start splitting the bill bc why the hell not???

of course he agrees

even asks you out by knocking on your door, shyly with these cute flowers that you place in a vase and watch as he shyly asks you out for a dinner at his apartment since he really wanted to do something special

and it is pretty special

at least to him since.... well..... minhyuk can’t actually cook

everyone knows not to let him anywhere near the kitchen

that’s why kihyun will drop food off or feed the poor kid

even changkyun delivers a few pizzas for him

for some reason, anytime he goes near his apartment’s kitchen, it’s waiting to burst into flames just by his touch and it’s deterring for him but he really wants to do it right just to do something that special for you

so on the night of your date, he invites you instead, helping you get comfy as he rushes back to the kitchen trying to stir the simple pasta

man oh man.... it was not that simple

somewhere along the way, the pasta was getting over boiled or something during his extensive chat with you about the most iconic Shinee song

you swear it’s ring ding dong but he says it’s lucifer and yeah well

rip the pasta and the fact that y’all had to evacuate the floor because it was smoking way too much inside the apartment and even the fire department came and well

as disappointed as minhyuk was, you appreciated his effort and you both ended up walking to a 24-hour convenience store for the cup noodles and the hot water stations and were pretty satisfied with that after all the fire department hullabaloo

kihyun

he’s probably the best damn tenant to ever exist

he cooks, cleans, doesn’t blast his stereo (*cough* jooheon *cough*), and he’s usually a pretty friendly person to chat with

unfortunately, he has another side to him

a dark side

he is also the petty neighbor

if you’ve ever seen this meme then just know that the person holding the vacuum upside is kihyun and minhyuk’s the one vacuuming at like 3 AM disrupting his sleep

and to emphasize: kihyun values his beauty sleep

it’s actually very safe to say that he needs it or he’s literally the definition of the devil’s incarnate because

a) sleep is important b) if he gets less than 8 hours he will not hesitate to bite you head off and spit it back at you just to say that it tasted worse than hyungwon’s cooking  and c) let the damn hamster boy sleep, please

please

unfortunately, minhyuk loves to test this and make sure that kihyun suffers just because the feelings are generally vice versa

it’s honestly a miracle that kihyun continues to make food for the guy though you can best believe that shit ain’t flying if he gets just 7.5 hours instead of his necessary 8 LOL (then minhyuk is changkyun’s problem unless kihyun gets to the youngest boy first)

anyway

when kihyun doesn’t get his sleep, it’s best to steer clear

no matter what

he won’t care if you’re dying, just don’t bother him dammit

unfortunately, you did not get this memo

being his next door neighbor, you usually hear all the hullabaloo from all his quarrels with the tall, loud boy from down below and it also means that on occasion you end up receiving kihyun’s mail in your mailbox for some reason??

so you do the nice thing in delivering it to him under his door

but for goodness sake it’s an actual package with god knows what and you don’t just want to leave it at his door so you knock and hope that he isn’t in his really grumpy mood

sadly, he is

and he just stares at you with dead eyes and a snarky remark on his lips because damn he really shouldn’t be disturbed right now

but you just hand him his box and snark right back that you wouldn’t have knocked if it wasn’t important so he should just calm his panties because you were only doing a courteous deed before stalking off

he watches as you do, eyes softening ever so slightly because damn he might’ve just met his match LOL

and that should raise concerns considering kihyun rarely ever does this.... though you don’t care much for it or him

you do see how he is pretty grumpy without sleep

debra’s small talk wasn’t just fake talk but you can’t help but wonder if it’s probably because of his friend constantly fucking around with him and maybe he’s just grouchy because he needs his sleep

you don’t think too much on it but it resurfaces as soon as you see him again, carrying like a box filled to the brim with what looks like groceries as he scurries his way toward a room in the hall where one of your friend jackson actually stays and watch curiously as you wait

he sees you from the corner of his eye but continues to impatiently knock until minhyuk answers and they have their usual quips

as kihyun closes the door, he just flashes you a smirk and wave before jackson opens his door

you ask about minhyuk and kihyun and he just explains that they have a close friendship since the latter can’t take care of himself, kihyun’s basically his mother lol

and you kinda feel a pang of sympathy despite how much of a grouch he can be

he takes care of his place and even his friend which is only a little sad but it’s commendable

anyway, the next time you deal with a grumpy kihyun, you just grumble “here” before passing him a small neatly wrapped package and disappearing back into your room

when he opens it, it’s a pair of ear plugs and he’s never been more grateful to you (”:

instead of knocking on his door, he knocks on yours with a smile on his lips and a lack of bags before he hands you his rather famous and delicious casserole as a thank you

hyungwon

that one neighbor who you check on once in a while because his friends are worried he might die without them knowing one day

hyunwoo and kihyun begged you to at least knock on hyungwon’s door once every two or three days just check on him

they’ve had to do this with previous neighbors

mostly because hyungwon can be too lazy to even pick up his phone

but anyway, he just worries his friends so they look to you to help them out and let them know that he’s doing okay and living and breathing

you do, of course, just for their sake since you’re sure you’d want your friends to be okay if they acted in the same way

but honestly.... he’s such a grouch LOL

like every time you knock on his door, he doesn’t respond, hoping you’ll just go away but you even rummage out a spare key because kihyun really was serious about checking up on him

and you just find him underneath his covers and he’s just like

“i’m trying to sleep go away”

you just snap a picture of him and send it to kihyun, telling him that his friend is fine, just a grouch

you continue this up for a few weeks, making the visits at least twice a week or so

each one getting a little longer without either of you actually realizing it

during those times you both have your little quips here and now especially if hyungwon’s awake and just lazying around his apartment bc “what’s so good about the outside world??? i have everything i need here, food, bed, and a toilet”

when you point out sunlight and social interaction, he points at the window and he says you socialize with him and his friends when he lets them in or whenever they let themselves in

you shrug, just rolling with it but you notice that he’s been sniffling quite a bit and sneezing too

when you bring up that he might be sick, he just brushes you off and tells you to leave for being such a worry wart

 come your next visit and guess who’s sick?

that punk

you just look at him all bundled up in his bed sniffling into tissues with an expectant look but he turns away from you and says “shut up not a word”

“i told you so” you say while straightening his blanket out, setting down some tylenol and medicine

you even make him some tea and let soup boil on the stove until it’s ready before bringing it over to him and he begrudgingly accepts it and visibly enjoys it, looking much better than he had been earlier

with a sigh, you instruct him to take his medicine before turning to leave and he mumbles a thank you that he hopes you hadn’t heard (you did)

within the week, he feels infinitely better but as of late you hadn’t visited

instead kihyun and shownu alternate between checking up on him but since you stopped coming by, he anxiously waits by the door in his living room, hoping to see you

not that he’s worried or anything....

ok maybe a little

he actually goes over to your place and knocks, hoping you’re there and come as he hoped, you’re there bundled head to toe and holding a cup of tea and he was just ready to ask where you’ve been but the words are stuck in his throat bc you’re sick and very pouty

you grumble, “you got me sick, punk”

and he keeps you company for the most part and even makes you soup but jesus it tastes horrible but you appreciate the effort

but he feels awful since you helped him so he... actually... asks... kihyun... for... advice (hyunwoo wouldn’t have known what to do so his motherly friend is hyungwon’s best bet)

but the moment hyungwon mentions you, kihyun gets all *eyes emoji* and hyungwon’s like “y’know what nvm i’ll just ask jin”

kihyun: you better Not. I am your only mother friend, you ungrateful brat. now tell me your problem

hyungwon: how....do...i....make...soup......

and kihyun helps him make this batch of soup LOL

it actually tastes edible and kihyun couldn’t be more proud (and same for all of us honestly) (”:

anyway he brings it to you, and you carefully taste it and just eat it well and that makes hyungwon sooooo happy

you even smile at him and say that you’re glad that he finally left his apartment LOL

and he just looks away and tells you to eat your soup, even wiping away some of the excess broth from the corners of your mouth

him: i probably didn’t tell you this earlier but thank you

you: you’re welcome (:

honestly everyone thinks it’s a miracle you got hyungwon out of his house, but they really thought you were some savior when they found out from kihyun that he took care of you (bc mama kihyun will be damned not to brag about his achievement)

jooheon

the loud neighbor

he splits costs with his roommate changkyun, a lowly college student who works at a pizza parlor on the side

neither of them know how to cook

usually he depends on changkyun to bring back leftover pizza or he will actually call changkyun’s workplace, order a pizza and request changkyun, just so he can mess with the poor boy

next to that he forever bumps his stereo with his newest mixtape

he means no harm in it until people rudely tell him to turn it down because let’s be real jooheon is that type of person who would stare you down with a blank expression as mr. jones from 4b tells him his mixtape is crap and to turn down his devil music and jooheon... just.... turns it up.... louder.... toward the “max” end of the stereo knob and he gets more complaints but he’ll just mouth he can’t hear them before turning up to his own music

it’s hell for some of the rude tenants but it doesn’t leave you from the suffering either

you’re usually studying or doing something that will require some quiet to get this thing done so when music starts reverberating through your walls you’re actually a little miffed

you want your thing done, you really do

but the one time you were ready to give him a piece of your mind, you see him react to mr. jones and watch jooheon’s rbf

to say the least, jooheon’s rbf is really intimidating

he just looks like he’s staring into your damn soul and you’re just like “fuck”

so you just try to suffer through the music even if it kills you sometimes

you found refuge in the library but it’s one particular night when it’s being closed for some special event and you’re forced to go back to your apartment bc it’s pretty late

you find jooheon’s still turning up to his music

on any normal occasion, you would’ve shrugged your shoulders and let it pass but this was a very important set of work that you needed to do and the music wasn’t going to help any bit

so

you decide to brave his rbf and hope that he won’t like eat you alive or anything

and the moment he sees you, his eyes widen ever-so-slightly and he turns the knob to his music lower so he can hear you since your voice can barely breech the sound barrier with his goddamn surround sound

he’s just like “oh hi, what’s up?”

you’re not as scared of him when he looks so.... friendly and maybe it shows since you’re not as tensed up as before

and now that you have a good look at him... he actually looks pretty cute.... but you’re there for a reason outside of admiring LOL

you just look at him apologetically because you get that he was probably having a good time considering some of his friends were over and all but you have to ask

so you say, “i know it’s like a saturday night and all but i really have this important set of docs to do and i was wondering if you’d maybe turn down your music? please?”

he just kinda stares at you, cheeks a little pink and somewhat dumbfounded but he nods, already turning it down to a semi-reasonable volume but enough that the rest of his posse can enjoy it

though he ignores the complaints he receives from there just to flash a small smile at you

before you turn to leave, he stops you and says “i’m sorry if i was -um- distracting you....” 

and you just smile at him and say that it’s fine

you mention you even like the song and you head back to your apartment and he’s just so..... starstruck LOL

like damn you’re his superduper cute neighbor who likes his song and was really kind to him and jshfkjhfakjf he really didn’t care that his friends were giving him grief

even when minhyuk calls him whipped he just shrugs his shoulders bc how could he spite his super cute neighbor when you kindly asked him to turn down his music???

a few more times you’ve done this and he gladly does it

but one time, on a random tuesday night, you stop by and he’s ready to apologize and fumble with the knobs when you stop him and ask him to tell you about it

and oh my god

that boy has never been at a loss for words until that very moment

even his roomie changkyun thinks it’s a miracle that’s possible but hey the guy turned his stereo down just for you so y’know

never say never

changkyun

the college student neighbor

basically the kid who comes back to the complex at like 2 or 3 AM with dark shadows under his eyes, a monster in one hand, an americano in the other and a huge ass backpack filled with papers

he majors in mechanical engineering but he’s also doing comp sci bc computers are cool??

he’s generally the more responsible one between him and jooheon

often reminding the older boy to pay for the utilities when needed because changkyun absolutely refuses to be caught out in public covered in sludge because dammit someone fucked up with the sewage and he had to fix it somehow right as their damn water went out LOL

anyway

he spends a lot of his time studying like crazy but also delivering pizzas for that extra money

fortunately, one of his consistent customers happens to be you aka his very cute neighbor who happens to like him but would rather hide under a rock than tell him LOL

you’re both actually students at the same university and you’ve seen him around, especially in class

a few times he’s actually helped you with calculus work and there was just something about him that made you really really smitten with him ok

like smart, good looking, nice voice???? hell ya

and you actually didn’t find out he delivered pizza until he walks out of the nearby pizza places and you just... decide that maybe you can chat with him this way?

your roomie jennie encourages this, considering she thinks you two would be absolutely adorable together but also cuz she really can’t believe you’re crushing on the neighbor like what are the odds????

anyway, you do this

but you do it at least like... once a week

and that is definitely not how jennie saw this whole thing going

even changkyun is a bit concerned with the growing amount of times he’s had to deliver pizza to his neighbor’s place so often (not that he’s complaining too much since you’re pretty darn attractive)

though he really is like “why does this person eat so much pizza omg???”

and jennie is honestly just Done with answering the door and casually calling you over to get it so she just leaves it to you

but

she devises a plan because she knows you’re serious about telling changkyun that you like him

after all, you know can’t keep watching him in passing forever

so she orders the pizza online, typing into the special request box to have him specifically deliver the pizza with a cute pick up line signed off with a “from a meddling roommate who just wants you and y/n to go out already pls” and and and he’s absolutely baffled by the request but hey you’re not the only one trying to woo the other ok

changkyun just hasn’t been so sure about doing it tho he’ll occasionally put in extra effort to chat with you and even ask how your day’s been

and he actually has been looking forward to all your weekly pizza orders

it’s just.... nice to see your face and the way your visage lights up at the sight of the pizza tho he hopes it’s cuz of him dsjhjsdhfksj (*whispers* it is)

hell, he even remembers you from math!!!!

anywayyyyyyyy

he decides to go through with it because why the hell not??? here’s his chance no matter how embarrassing it is

jennie forces you to answer the door, waving you off with a mischievous smirk that makes you all too suspicious before disappearing to her room and all you see is a really flustered changkyun

he just stutters out a pick up line:

“I’m in the mood for pizza... a pizza you, that is!”

he actually debated on a pizza one but he didn’t want to completely die of embarrassment but his red cheeks are almost too much and the only thing he can think to do is scribble his number onto the pizza box and just dip

you’re still in shock and as you turn the pizza box over to see his number and you turn as soon as you hear jennie’s giggles

“FUCKING FINALLY”

“WHAT DID YOU DO SLKDHFJSHFKSJFH”

“THAT. YOU’RE WELCOME”

and even tho you really wanna get mad at you, you seriously can’t help the goofy grin on your lips or shake the image of a very flustered changkyun scurrying off after that little ordeal

you finally got that boy’s number and you couldn’t be happier <3

hell, even changkyun’s pretty proud of himself... minus the immense cringing..... heh

it’s all worth it when he gets a notification from his phone and it reads:

[9:54 PM] unknown: hey, it’s y/n. i was definitely in the mood for a pizza a you too... (oh god kajsfkjahfaj pls excuse that....) just know that i really am glad you did that. sorry for my roommate! maybe i can make it up with some sushi?

he decides it won’t hurt to respond:

[9:56 PM] changkyun <3: sure, i’d like that (: no more pizza references... please