#i'm so worried my grades are going to drop because of this fucking strike and how it messed up the trajectory of the entire year

[non-un-topo]

The immense amount of shame that comes along with emailing a professor about how you're struggling with keeping up...

[lucidfairies]

hi 🫡

. yes that is me embarrassing the shit outta myself (I actually sent that to a handful of girls)

i. for those of you who may not know, i'm maya. i'm 18, i'm typically a masculine presenting lesbian and I happen to be a she/her. I also am unfortunately asexual

• everyone meat riding rn about why I read and write so much smut as an asexual, I would love for you to know that I'm fighting a losing battle with hypersexuality! that is all I will be sharing on that matter thank you. •

ii. I'm proficient at finding people's instas whether they wanna be found or not!! if this relates to you, you may want to hmu.

iii. um I'm single if that wasn't clear from the kicker.

iv. I have severe Audhd and I have OCD but I don't really count that because you can't really tell it's there. I'm a POTS and scoliosis survivor

(can u tell idk what the hell I'm doing)

v. I will drop my socials if you so want them but I would prefer u DM me cuz I don't need my public insta in tumblr comments tbh (I have insta, tiktok, discord, snap, so on so forth)

vi. I'm still in high school LMAOOO pls I'm not less than eighteen guys don't worry but I aspire to be in the military but I'm taking a gap year

vii. I've been writing since like third grade but over quarantine my parents kinda banished me to our basement and I was doing a lot of things I shouldn't have been doing but now I'm sorta good at writing !!

viii. fics are kinda a side gig, I do write real shit here and there but there's genuinely no point so idk why I do it

ix. I'm what people like to call a whore except I don't fuck around I just talk to like nine people at once (hop off my dick rn)

x. I'm hilariously funny if you ever wanna strike up a conversation

xi. I'm down for ANY conversations. you wanna talk about what kinks some random bitch has based on their appearance? let's talk about it. wanna tell me about the sex you had last night? I'll go get a snack. I don't get triggered by really anything so if u need an outlet, I'm right here bb

xii. I actually have a massive gyatt

xiii. I can curl a lot of lbs and um I can bench some too and I guess do leg stuff (gym girlies rise)

xiv. I'm Jewish but not like Jewish my fam just is, I am probably one of the furthest things from religion and I don't hugely support organized religion (my fav way to describe it is being Jew-ish)

xv. I am a leftist through and through (pro choice, pro science, pro gays, Black lives matter, stop Asian hate, in case you needed clarification on that one) and I avoid knowingly being friends with Republicans at all costs

xvi. I am pro Palestine, nothing anyone will say or do could change my stance on that one.

xvii. I have a cat + dog

xviii. I don't get cold like ever cuz I ski in like 10° weather all winter

xix. I have Duolingo and if u wanna beef it out w a quest then I am definitely down for that because I will beat you (I'm learning Hawaiian and Hebrew)

xx. I'm fluent in German and speak it at home w the fam and I know some Spanish + French

xxi. juice boxes > anything

xxii. some more pics of me will follow whenever I stfu

xxiii. I stand at a whopping six feet tall but I swear I have short person energy

xxv. in my personal opinion I have huge dick energy but you're welcome to put me in my place (I'm a switch and I'll cook for you)

xxiv. if your snap score is more that 300k we can't be friends I'm sorry (mine is 100k suck my c o c k)

xxvi. best position is doggy but I can be persuaded into something different

xxvii. CUNT

xxviii. uhhhh I'm from the East Coast of America so l operate in EST time

anyway it was nice getting to talk about myself for a long time 🫡 feel free to make numerous comments about my life in the comments

anyway y'all here are some for faceless pics that are guaranteed to make u cream (see, hilarious)

sayonara sistas

[milkhoney531]

Personal rant

I just realized something. Growing up, I never had my needs met. Most of my life, I never had a bed frame. The only reason I had one after starting kindergarten is because I bought one last year.

The only reason I had clothes that fit me was from old job uniforms, christmas gifts from outside the family, or buying them myself when I got a job. Fuck, I once had a principal buy me an entire outfit because she noticed I wore the same outfits every week.

I haven't been to a doctor since middle school. I don't have a primary care doctor. I had to pay for one of those health clinics after being unable to walk for two years without pain, I let it get so bad that I didn't try to get care until I couldn't stand for 4 hours without vomiting from the pain, and even then it was hell just getting a ride.

I still haven't learned to drive, gotten a state ID, or even been to the dentist since around 2nd grade. I had to beg my Aunt for money just so I can buy a toothbrush and other essentials tomorrow. Hell, she is paying for my drivers lessons on saturday.

I'm going to be 22 next month. I'm moving in July. I own very little, but everything I own right now, I bought. I learned how to sew, self taught, out of necessity. I learned how to fix things for the same reason. A skill none of my siblings have, so they turn to me for help.

Most of what I own is hsnd me down clothes that never fit, so I'm going to be going through them and giving them away. After I move, my aunt is taking me in to help me out with paying for college, I'll have to save up for a new mattress. My current one is a gand me up from my little brothers, who got brand new beds, mine was in a flood and is older than me. More than half if the springs are collapsed and every night I have 1-2 springs trying to stab me in the back.

I don't think this is normal. Why do my siblings always have new, fitting clothes and such? At first I thought it was because I kept helping out financially. But, then I kept thinking back. Even before I had a job or was helping out so much, their needs were always met. Why weren't mine?

I was always expected to just, figure it out. To provide for myself somehow. I mean, I managed, but I was just a kid. I was in kindergarten when I started babysitting my siblings. Literally woken up in the middle of the night to do so. It might have started before kindergarten.

I was always expected to be a parent to my siblings. Always. I would sneak home food from school when they were sick so they could eat. I would skip meals so they had more. I would sell what little I had to pay for food and bills. Hell, I managed to strike a deal with my last period teacher to leave school early in middle school so I could be home to take care if the pets, do chores, help my siblings with homework, and make dinner. Then when I finally went to college the first time, my mom got cancer so I dropped out and came home to help. I worked two jobs, one job had me come in for 10hr shifts every morning, the other for 5hr shifts every night. When it got worse I quit the less paying job and spent my afternoons tending to my mom and trying to keep everyone in one piece.

I've spent my entire life ignoring my needs and wants to make sure everyone else's were met. I wanted desperately for my siblings to have the childhood I never had. I don't want them to ever go through what I do. And I succeeded.

And I think my dad realised that even though I'm helpful and all with everything, he knows that if I stay living with him and my siblings, I'll never be able to get my needs met or become truly independent. So he's kicking me out to go live with my aunt so I can go back to college and save up enough to move out. As scary as it is, I'm thankful for that. But I can't help but worry about my siblings, despite knowing they're in good hands and that they are nearly adults.

It's going to be really weird. I know it'll be good for me, but I can't help but worry.

[4aloysius-porteu]

i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | chapter 2  | 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 1881

(Y/N) stopped her tracks upon hearing his voice and turned around to confirm, but it was true, much to her dismay. He held his black-rimmed glasses with its left lens and frame cracked. The girl's mind went blank. She hesitantly glanced at him a few times, hoping that he would forgive her or let the incident smoothly slide.

He hissed, "Don't think you can get away with this, miss."

She sighed in defeat. The kids approached her with worried looks. She patted her heads, accepting their sympathy. "Well, playtime's over."

"But we haven't finished the game!"

"Do you still want to play?"

"Yes!"

"Next time, when you see me again at the park. Onee-chan has to go now."

She bade goodbye to the children and walked towards the guy she hit with his friend. She looked at his broken glasses again and couldn't help but to let out an exhale with anxiety. This is the result of my stupidity...

"W-What do you want me to do?" (Y/N) slurred.

" I don't know, maybe you should fix it right here and right now." The blonde guy crossed his arms and frowned.

Why don't you just get to the point?

"Replace it."

Of course, she will have to replace it. What a question to ask. She mentally rolled her eyes.

"I'll check there out if there's an optical store, I guess you will have to keep an eye on me so that I won't escape?" She pointed to the nearby mall, walking distance from the park.

"What else? Nobody trusts a stranger."

They reached the town's mall and saw an open optical store, but (Y/N) remembered her wallet. She wasn't sure if there's enough money for her to buy glasses.

"On the second thought, can I buy the glasses tomorrow? I don't think I have enough money."

"No." He instantly replied.

"Tsukki," His green-haired companion interrupted, "Maybe we can give her a chance? What if she's telling the truth?"

"I need my glasses in my everyday life, and if she doesn't have the money, I'll be happy to spare her some, but she'll have no choice to be in my debt."

How merciless. It's not like (Y/N) could blame him, but if the same thing happened to her, she would treat them nicely. She looked around the store to find a pair of glasses exactly like his, as he demanded, with his friend helping her for 30 minutes. After she gets the correct measurements and eye grade, she emptied her wallet to pay for the damn thing,

"Here." She held out the new glasses in the case. "Take care of them, it costed my LAST savings."

He took them and wore them immediately, "I am taking care of my glasses, it's just someone 'accidentally' kicked a ball on my way and knocked them off. Thank you for the horrible experience."

He excused himself and walked away. His friend stayed to talk to her.

"I'm sorry for the way he acted, he's like this most of the times. Please understand," He bowed, shyness evident in his voice.

"It's okay, it was completely my fault, so I don't mind."

"It was an accident, though. Thank you for your generosity." He soon followed the blondie that headed first.

"That was mandatory, though." (Y/N) lightly chuckled to herself.

She got out of the mall to take in the fresh air, but her soul almost left her body when a bolt of lightning strikes a tree near her, setting it on fire.

"Oh, my fucking- Did the sky just attempted to finish me?!" She said, calming herself down and looking up. The clouds were much darker than earlier.

As the townspeople bombed the burning tree with water, she ran to her apartment before it rains. There, she dropped her things on the couch and flopped to her bed, thinking what happened on this day because of her own stupidity. She groaned when she held her now empty wallet.

"Argh! Why am I so unlucky?!"She threw her wallet in frustration.

"That tall, blonde, asshole! He didn't need to embarrass me in front of people! I didn't mean it! He could've waited for tomorrow for me to replace his glasses! He's so unforgiving!" She complained, hating the thought of the said guy.

She sighed, cringe, anger, and embarrassment filling her head as she hugged her pillow.

"May karma comes to him sometime," was her last words before drifting off to a nap.

A few days passed, she went out of the house again to buy food supplies in a convenience store. It was almost nighttime. The chilly wind blew to her face and the sweet scent wafted in the store. She picked up some junk food and meat first before stopping by the confectioneries section. While choosing what shortcake flavor to pick, she bumped into something that almost made her fall to the floor, if she hadn't retained her balance.

"Oof, I'm sorry..."

Or rather, it was a person she bumped into.

She looked up and recognized the face of the man. It was the guy she's kind of mad at, but this time, he didn't have his nice friend with him.

(Y/N) took a step back, "You!"

The male looked back at her, tilting his head, observing the girl. He spoke with a monotonous expression, "Do I know you?"

Her eye twitched in irritation, "He doesn't remember me?!"

"I was the girl in the playground three days ago! I... I replaced your glasses!" She said, hesitating on the next sentence.

"Oh." His eyebrows raised, "Did the midget learned her lesson not to play a sport she's bad at?" He mocked.

"I'm not even a soccer player to begin with! What are you doing here?"

"What? Am I not allowed to buy food in a convenience store like a normal person?"

"I've been buying stuff here and I've never seen a similar face I've met twice in a week or month. That's sus."

"Maybe you are following me."

"What do I gain by following a huge, mean person like you?" (Y/N) retorted.

"Perhaps you want to get back at me after what happened days ago even if it's your fault. I don't know. Ask yourself." He took his eyes off her to choose among the sweet desserts.

She paused, analyzing his comment, "Well, you aren't completely wrong..."

"So, I am being followed? What a stalker."

"Of course not! What you said might be possible, but it's not the case right now!"

Both of them have set their eyes on an item and surprisingly the same one. A strawberry shortcake in the middle of the section. Their hands both grabbed the object before staring at each other in annoyance.

"Let go." They chorused.

"I chose it first." Said (Y/N).

"I do not see your name in it. You let go." He replied.

"How about no?"

They glared at each other for a few minutes before (Y/N)'s brows creased deeper in the middle, knowing well that this guy won't back down. "Whatever, you take it. I don't care anymore."

"Wow, thanks." He subtly rolled his eyes then walked away.

It was very awkward in the cashier where she had to wait behind him. Damn, he's so tall. Does he play any sport? Is he human? Or probably just a walking, mean tree?

What happened in the park flashed in (Y N)'s mind again. The impact of the ball might have been so painful to him since he wears glasses, where it cracked. What if the shards got into his eyes? Her wallet isn't ready for more payments, but that isn't the issue right now. She was worried about his well being. Both of them got out of the convenience store and she called the blonde male before he could get away again.

"Uhh, hey!"

He looked over his shoulder a little, "What?"

"Are your eyes okay? I mean, your glasses cracked... shards could've got inside your eyes..."

"Yes, they're fine, fortunately."

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief. "That's... good to hear."

"But if something happened to my eyes, I will not hesitate to find you and make you pay for an eye surgery."

"You're exaggerating."

"It's not impossible. Now, go home. Elementary school students shouldn't go past the curfew."

She frowned. If only he wasn't a stranger, she would've kicked his ass to hell.

"Oh, gladly. I wouldn't want to stay near a bootleg Eiffel Tower any longer. Have a good day for you."

The blonde male left without any more words. (Y/N) sighed again in mental exhaustion, having to finish a lot of things this night. She was walking straight to her home while thinking of ideas to put in her current project when she realized that he was still walking ahead in front of her.

Where is he going?

She made her footsteps lighter, not wanting him to think that she was following him. She was thinking where does this guy live or why is he walking the same route as she does. It's not wrong to know where does this asshole stay, right? This continued for a couple of minutes before he turned around.

"Will you stop following me?"

Her eyes widened, not expecting him to know that she was behind him, "Excuse me? I'm just walking to my place?"

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

(Y/N) looked around to find a way to escape. There, she saw her house that she almost missed because her mind was occupied, "Oh, look. It's my house. I gotta go!"

She waved goodbye to the blonde stranger, ran to her apartment, and slammed the door, dying from the awkwardness. She proceeded to the kitchen to drop the food supplies and to cook for herself as well. The salt in the cupboard reminded her of the rude, four eyes that she just met again minutes ago. That's when she realized, she kept calling him either insults or his evident physical features when he probably has a name. She could've asked for his name earlier, but shrugged the idea off, thinking that he will never give her his name.

The common thing to do after graduating junior high is to find a decent high school. (Y/N) is scheduled to have her entrance exams next week, so she has to spend time reviewing her notes these days. She opted to go to the prefectural library the next day to get further references as she isn't satisfied with the books she has. It was Wednesday, thus it was full of people who are also preparing for their entrance exams. With her stature, it'll be easy to pass in this crowd of people but she will have to ask for help because she can't reach the books at the top of the shelves.

After wandering around the crowded library, she found an unoccupied table to quietly study. She made her way to it, carrying the heavy books she needed that was luckily located at the bottom shelves. As she set the books on the left side of the table, someone did the same on the opposite side. She looked up to see who the stranger is, only to find out that the person isn't a stranger to her anymore.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here." 

©4aloysius.porteu.2021. please do not repost, copy, or edit. plagiarism is punishable by law.

[primroseprime2019]

A Fighting Spirit

Miko pulled her hands into tight fists and prepared for her assault on the pads placed in front of her. Going with her instincts, she raised her right fist but was quickly stopped by the pads being pulled out of her reach.

"I don't plan on catching your wounded arm again. Do not worsen your condition," her temporary coach told her with a raised brow.

She huffed and dropped her fists back to her side. "I'm not left-handed though."

He laughed. "Then take this as an opportunity to work on your weaknesses."

"I thought you said this was just stress relief," she pouted.

His head tilted slightly in amusement. 'Hot headed, aren't we, little one?' he thought to himself with a hidden grin.

"My apologies, I was unaware stress relief was achieved through self-inflicted damage."

Miko scowled at the man before lowering her gaze to the floor. She wasn't in the mood to be told what to do. "Welcome to a different mentality then," she muttered.

With an impatient huff of his own, the man lowered the punch pads. "The very room you stand in was the build on the foundations of mentalities similar to my own. Here the only mentality you adopt and utilise is that of a fighter. A fighter does not wilfully damage themselves if they intend to win, and you, my dear," he carefully pushed her head up with a padded hand so her eyes met his, "do not seem the type to accept loss."

She shook her head from his loose hold. "I don't accept loss but I'm also not a winner."

"And what makes you say that?"

She thought for a moment, contemplating whether she should really divulge her most troublesome thoughts to this stranger. Fuck it. Her eyes were almost passionate as she listed to him her worries. "I'm not good at anything. My school grades are ass, my host parents hate me, my real parents want me to be someone I'm not, and all of my friends see me as a burden even if they haven't said it out loud."

"If I were to rely on the judgement of others, do you believe I'd be the person I am today? Forge your own destiny and you'll find the right people will gravitate towards you in time. Do not fall victim to others' perceptions of you, especially when they're mere fractions of a small pocket of your life."

"But school-

"Is a flawed system reliant on retention not ability."

Miko stared at him in awe. This man before her had just deconstructed her worries for her in a way that seemed to almost over simplify everything. Her problems were still problems, but she could feel those words chipping away at her fixation on them. This man was wise. He gave off an aura that he'd been around for centuries. For a split second she wondered if that should worry her because she found herself liking this.

Miko was not usually a spiritual person, but she couldn't help but think the events taking place tonight had happened for a reason. A cathartic experience? An epiphany? Something more? She couldn't quite tell yet, but she could feel relief (and something else that she couldn't quite understand) creeping into her firey state as the man spoke to her.

He inhaled slowly as he continued. "Though I sense there is more to why you're here tonight."

Miko's fists clenched and suddenly the pads were held out in front of her again. She gritted her teeth and slammed her left fist into one of the pads.

Miko could see as he watched her with interest. She was aware that it was strikingly obvious that she was avoiding talking about what was really troubling her. Miko's thoughts were prevented from spiralling when the man cupped the pads together, pointed them towards the floor and lowered them slightly.

"Knee strike."

Miko did as she was told. She took a step back in preparation, grabbed the man's thick forearms and swung her knee up into the pads as hard as she could.

"Again, but with your left side."

This kick was not as powerful nor did it hit the pads dead centre, but she still gave it her all. The pads were moved once again to face outward towards her, they remained cupped together but were held to the man's abdomen.

"Push kick."

Miko focused on her target and tipped her hips, lifting her left leg and slammed it forward with more control than she thought herself capable of. She sent her very sturdy mentor stumbling a couple steps back.

Resetting his own position with a quick praise, the pads were held back in front of the fighter who quickly landed another left-handed punch. Too caught in her own violent glee, Miko swung her damaged right hand out only to miss the pad as the man moved it out of reach in favour of swiping out at her. She ducked. The man grinned at her.

He freezes for a moment, leaving Miko to contemplate what his next move would be. His right hand shot out at her forcing her to dodge again, but she didn't fail to notice him raise his left arm with the pad pointed towards the floor. The girl pushed through her legs and swung her left arm into a powerful uppercut.

"Impressive…"

Megatron grinned at the situation. Stood before him was one of Prime's charges, a lamb that had wandered off into the wolf's den. And by the looks of it, she wasn't entirely a lamb like the other two that the Autobots had taken in. This one was a pup ready to grow and learn from those like her.

It had been a while since Megatron had seen such a pure and open display of rage. His position as the Lord of the Decepticons meant that his subordinates didn't dare to present such aggression aimed at him or even in his vicinity for that matter. Meanwhile the Autobots he came into contact with rarely wanted something other than revenge or a name for themselves. As his life had thrown lessons at him every which way, Megatron had come to realise that vengeance and a desire for prominence presented differently to a feeling of loss of control. Loss of control manifested in the form of powerful rage that Miko was currently exhibiting.

The ex-gladiator observed her as she moved easily with his own movements as he controlled the session. Who did this angry youngster remind him of?

Another powerful punch was delivered into his hand and he felt his chest tighten in delight when he realised it had come from a left-hook. That punch was harder than before. A lot of improvement was needed but she was clearly learning fast. That tight feeling in his chest began to change and he locked his eyes onto the girls face whilst she was busy tracking the pad movements.

"My friend," Miko managed through grit teeth.

Oh? Could it be the Autobots?

Another punch. Though he noted it was slightly weaker than the previous one. Her breathing was heavy. "He…"

She let out a choked sound before she could continue and had clearly lost her intent. Ah.

Megatron found himself gently pushing Miko's right hand away when she begun to absentmindedly wind it back into a powerful punch. He understood. No reports of an Autobot death had reached him so that meant it was a human friend. How unfortunate to experience such a loss at a young age.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when she cried out in rage and threw a strong punch. And of course, it became obvious. Megatron knew exactly who she reminded him of.

Loss of control manifested in the form of powerful rage that the Champion Megatronus had once exhibited.

[hannie-dul-set]

came down from heaven

— each and every human on earth has their designated angel to keep them safe from harm's hands. sadly, yn's previous guardian had to resign from protecting her due to some circumstances. so now, yoon jeonghan's taking over.

08 // careful

word count: 1,244

a/n: i absolutely love flowers and plants and i WILL use them whenever i get the chance

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you shoved your phone into your jacket's pocket, letting out a deep breath in the hopes to calm your racing heartbeat. you press your back against the divider you were currently leaning on, one hand covering your mouth to suppress a bubbling squeal, and the other still holding the bouquet of flowers that was supposed to be for mingyu.

today must be your lucky day.

okay, y/n. you breathed out. this is your chance— don't blow it.

you let your head peek out of your hiding spot, eyes deliberately scanning around the flower shop for a certian blonde haired male. you stopped, finally spotting him.

and god was he gorgeous.

he stood there, admiring the ring of white camellias in front of him. he takes one into his hand and brings the bloom near him, a gentle smile adorning his lips. the incandescent light of the shop radiated him— a soft glow engulfing his entire being. he was clad in an array of creams and browns, giving his presence even more warmth. to put it simply— he was breathtaking, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

slowly, you made your way towards him, passing various baskets and displays of foliage. we're you going to talk to him? obviously not— you still had the tiniest amount of shame and sanity left in your system. but it's always better to look at art up close.

you found refuge near the plethora of roses— which was in fact right beside the camellias and right beside the blonde. bouquet in hand, you pretend to scan through the variety of pinks, reds, and whites (although most of the time, your eyes were focused on the male who was just inches away).

no, you weren't on planning on striking a conversation with the guy— absolutely not. but that doesn't mean you can't make him talk to you instead.

with on swify motion, you dropped the bouquet on to the ground

"oh gosh—"

just as you were about to pick it up, the man from beside you (and the same man you have been gawking at for the past few days) did it for you.

"don't worry, i got it."

the male stood up, holding your bouquet. he looked at you intently, a small grin adorning his features.

holy crap. at that moment, you could've sworn you passed out.

"i believe this is yours?"

my dumbass plan worked? your mouth was left gaping and your brain couldn't formulate a coherent response because jesus christ this man— who is the literally the epitome of the word gorgeous— is actually talking to you.

"excuse me, miss? are you alright?"

wait fuck, shit. words, yn, use your words.

"o-oh yes, i'm fine! thank you!"

you bit your lip. what kind of third grade response was that? you idiot.

quickly, you took the bouquet from his grasp and pressed the item close towards your chest. "again, thanks a lot."

"it's not a problem," he let out a light, airy laugh. you pressed your lips together, trying to contain your urge to yell. dear lord. you breathed. this guy is nothing less than angelic.

you continued to stare at him. you weren't sure if he hasn't noticed your incessant gawking yet, or maybe he just doesn't care. but what you were sure of was the fact that he looks way prettier up close.

"so," he starts, causing you to flinch. "i hope i'm not intruding or anything, but do you perhaps work at genesis?"

huh? to say you were in shock was an understatement. how the hell did he manage to know that? he never seemed to notice me at work. but maybe he does? does this god of a man actually pay attention to my existence to the point that he'd remember me? oh my god—

"um— yes! yes, i do work there!" you stammered, clutching the bouquet ever so tightly while a faint blush flushes around your cheeks. "how— how did you know?"

"well, you are pretty hard to miss," he muses.

you froze once his words landed your ears. holy shit, fuck— jesus christ, thank you. the heat on your face grew and the beating of your heart started racing faster as you thought of something, anything, as a response.

"i mean, you literally trip half of the time i see you, so it's kinda hard to not notice you."

oh.

you blinked.

of course.

he looked at you, noticing the visible disheartened expression etched on your features and let out a short huff of air out of his nose, baring a rather amused grin.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding," he muses. "my name's jeonghan, by the way."

"oh—um," your inner turmoil quickly dissipated into the air. "y/n— i'm— my name is y/n."

you inwardly yelled at yourself. god what is wrong with you, y/n. your iq literally bumps down to the negatives when he does something.

"y/n," he repeats, eyes glued to yours as he does. his tone is delicate— taking in each syllable of your name. you press your lips together and averted your gaze. you get called by your name every single day of your life but why is it when comes out of his lips it sounds so different— the most perfect kind of different there could be.

"so, miss y/n," he looks at the bouquet in your arms. "is that for your boyfriend?"

"w-what? no! i don't have one—"

"girlfriend, then?"

you furrowed your brows, giving him an exasperated look. the way his features mold tell you that he's definitely enjoying your reactions.

"dear god no, i don't have a boyfriend, nor a girlfriend," you sighed. "it's— it's for my friend. i got this for him so he won't be an ass to me for being late."

his mouth forms an 'o' shape upon hearing your words. "shouldn't you be heading to them then?"

"well, i am already late; might as well make the most of it," you laughed and jeonghan followed, lightly shaking his head. your moment with the male got interrupted by the sharp 'ding!' of your phone.

your eyes looked over at the sender of the message and you let out a groan.

'mingoo: where the HELL are you

mingoo: i cannot believe i got stood up like this!! 😤😤'

"on second thought, i might have to go," you sighed, returning your phone back into your pocket.

he let's out a chuckle. "alright, then. i'll see you around?"

"of course," you gave him one bright smile before turning your heels. unfortunately, your feet decided to uncooperate, causing you to stumble. you let out a sharp yelp and you felt a hand grab onto you befoee you could manage to plant yourself on the floor.

your eyes met a haze of deep and rich browns. you were flushed; still staring into each other as each second passed. jeonghan's hold was still on your arm and you were still pressed close to him. slowly, he lets go of you, but his gaze remains. "careful, now."

"oh— uh," you jumped back, looking down on the floor beneath. "yeah, t-thank you!"

almost immediately, you marched towards the shops door, back facing the male. you covered your heated face with both of your hands and let out a quiet squeal.

you never noticed the blonde haired male continuing to linger at your retreating form with the most tender smile on his face as you left the shop.