#it's like they made niki in a lab

[maximura]

[monsterhugger]

finished omori and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same

[snwpcktz]

A PIN STRAIGHT TO MY HEART

PAIRING: jungwon x fem!reader

GENRE: high school au, classmates to lovers, acquaintances to lovers, fluff

SYNOPSIS: the famous decelis academy confession board is where students pin their written feelings on an anonymous sticky note in hopes of their crush reading it. for y/n, this is the perfect opportunity to finally come to terms with the feelings she has for her classmate--yang jungwon. she has everything planned out, from the color of the sticky note she would be using (blue, it's jungwon's favorite color) to the location she would pin it on the board (smackdown in the middle of the decorative heart the student council put up for valentine's day ages ago). but what happens when y/n sees jungwon pinning his own confession note mere seconds before she planned to?

WARNINGS: mutual pining, little jealousy, swearing, reader is a little oblivious, reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions of other idols (sunoo, niki, wonyoung, minji, rei, intak, minjae)

WC: 5.3k

NOTE: hello everyone! here's my first fic, sorry that it took so long! i hope that the wait from the teaser wasn't bad! and ofc i'm open to any and all feedback :) pls enjoy the read!

"should i do it?"

wonyoung sighed for the nth time. "y/n, you ask me this every ten minutes and i give you the exact same answer. do it! there's nothing to lose since it's anonymous."

"yeah, but i want him to know it's from me," y/n mumbled, picking at the food on her lunch tray.

"then put your name on it."

"but what if he rejects me after that?"

"then don't put your name on it."

"but i need him to know that i like him!"

"goddamn it, y/n!" wonyoung groaned, massaging her head with her hands. "at this point just confess in person. you're really stressing me out here."

y/n rolled her eyes. "but i have like a 99.999999999% chance of rejection if i do that."

"and that's why we decided to do the confession board!" wonyoung retorted. "look, we're getting nowhere with this, so i suggest that you take my advice and- you're not even listening to me."

wonyoung was right--y/n was indeed not at all listening to her. not when the yang jungwon just entered the canteen in all his glory.

crisp uniform, broad shoulders, fluffy hair, and those gorgeous eyes. yang jungwon was just as attractive as he was yesterday. and the day before. and the day before that. scratch that, since freshman year.

the first time y/n met jungwon was in freshman biology, where they were partnered up to dissect a frog. it had been a few months since they had been in the same class, but y/n never interacted with him until they were paired together for the lab. in spite of her ridiculous comments and irritatingly loud reactions, jungwon has completed the lab calmly and with ease, even caring to explain everything she had missed while revolting at the sight of their frog.

once freshman jungwon handed in their neatly written lab report and shot a reassuring (and adorable) smile to his lab partner, y/n knew that the heat rising in her face and the rapid beating in her chest meant that she had taken a liking towards this boy.

and since then, y/n had reserved her heart for the one and only boy who managed to make her tummy flutter with giddiness.

of course, that was from way back in freshman year. has she made any progress since then? absolutely not.

even though the famous decelis academy confession board had been a temptation every single year, y/n simply could not bring herself to pin her feelings on it. but after reading hundreds of anonymous confessions, y/n had decided to finally get over her hopelessness and muster up the courage to post a note of her own. she had an intricate plan set in stone:

step one - purchase blue sticky notes (because blue is jungwon's favorite color) and dog stickers (because y/n found out that he has an adorable dog after stalking his instagram)

step two - write out a heartfelt confession that does not give away y/n's identity but still shows some hints to who she is (this would take several trials)

step three - arrive at school at exactly 8:25 AM on thursday, which is when everyone is trying to get to homeroom and will not be around the confession board located next to the art studio

step four - pin the note right in the middle of the heart from valentine's day so that it's extremely hard to miss

step five - pray that yang jungwon reads it and feels the same and asks y/n out and starts dating her and proposes to her and marries her and they live in a nice house with two kids and a dog until they grow old together

well, step five was pretty unreasonable but the rest of the plan would work! as long as y/n stopped staring at jungwon and actually started to listen to her friend, who was trying to get her to even begin step one.

"if you don't do this, some other girl might snatch him away," wonyoung commented, picking up her chopsticks and pointing them at y/n accusingly. "so you better get to work."

"okay okay, i'll do it!" y/n replied with a soft sigh following her words. "i just hope he reads it."

"he will. as long as you actually make the note," wonyoung added. "you do this every single wednesday. make this one the last time this happens."

"okay, jesus. i will. oh my fucking god."

wonyoung's lips curved into a smile. "good."

8:25 AM on a thursday. y/n was already at school, looking around the arts building for the confession board with her note in her hand. she had spent three hours crafting the perfect confession note for jungwon (the pile of crumpled sticky notes in her trashcan is enough proof of that), neatly writing out each word and carefully decorating it with little dog stickers.

she mentally crossed out step three of her plan as the wood border of the bulletin board came into her sight. it was perfect. an empty hallway with the lights dimmed down and no sounds of other students. this was her one chance to finally pin her confession to the board.

she smiled while looking at the board that was mere steps away. the spot smackdown in the middle of the large pink heart was empty, just as planned. the universe was most definitely on her side.

suddenly, y/n could hear footsteps coming from the opposite end of the hallway. panic rushed to her head as she quickly hid behind a wall near the board, stuffing the note in the pocket of her school blazer.

she peeked her head out to observe whoever was passing by. maybe it was just a teacher. or the janitor. or the theater director. either way, she needed the coast clear for her to pin her note.

the person turned around the corner, closing in on the confession board. y/n squinted her eyes, trying to catch any noticeable features. school uniform, broad shoulders, styled black hair- wait, was that yang jungwon?

y/n's eyes widened as she swallowed down the anxiety in her throat. why was yang jungwon at the confession board at (now) 8:26 AM on a thursday?

jungwon approached the confession board, his back facing y/n from her hiding spot. she could see him pull out something from his pocket and reach over to the container of thumbtack pins to the left of the board. was yang jungwon really posting a confession note?

y/n's suspicions were confirmed when he pushed a red pin through a pink sticky note, right in the empty space in the middle of the pink heart. she could feel her heart beating rapidly as she watched him walk away leisurely, fear creeping into her head once again.

she paused for a minute, unable to calm the pounding in her chest as she slumped against the cold wall. taking one last glance at the board, y/n pushed herself off of the wall and turned around, deciding to head to class.

a million questions were running through her head, but only one overshadowed any other thought she had: did yang jungwon just post a confession to another girl?

y/n felt her frown tugging even further down her face throughout the day. of course, the confession board was a hot topic every single day--especially when someone adds a new sticky note to the board. but y/n didn’t expect that the identity of the author who wrote the latest pink sticky note would be revealed so soon.

“jungwon apparently told a classmate that he wrote it, but he won’t say who it’s to,” a student said while passing y/n’s desk.

and there was that. the mystery recipient. the person who ruined all of y/n’s plans. all she wanted to do was finally confess her feelings with the hope that they could be returned. but what was the point of doing that now when her crush had already confirmed that he has feelings for another girl?

“i think it’s to minji, she’s been talking to jungwon a lot recently.”

y/n let out a frustrated huff after hearing that. she wasn’t in the mood to listen to people talk about possible candidates for jungwon’s mystery crush, especially when she barely had any chance of filling that spot.

wonyoung could only frown sympathetically, watching her friend's gloomy state. she knew how much this confession meant to y/n, but neither of them could have predicted that things would turn out this way.

“do you wanna get food, babe?” wonyoung asked, gently rubbing y/n’s head that was face-planted on her desk. “maybe a snack will help.”

“nothing can cure what i’m feeling right now,” y/n grumbled.

“you need to get up. you’ve been stuck at your desk for almost all of our break.”

“i don’t feel like getting up.”

wonyoung sighed before standing up and stretching her arms. “come on, let’s go get you something to eat. i’ll treat you.”

y/n groaned while sliding out of her seat. “i’m only doing this for free food,” she muttered as wonyoung linked arms with her.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

wonyoung practically dragged y/n by the arm to get to the snack shop, trying to avoid lingering in the hallway when everyone was talking about jungwon’s note.

"did you hear that jungwon confessed to someone? he confirmed it himself!"

"i think he likes rei, she's close with his friend niki."

"it has to be to minji, she's literally the only woman he'll look at."

y/n huffed at the comments flying around her with an uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach. it upset her to imagine jungwon with another girl, staring into her eyes with love glassed across his own. she squeezed tighter onto wonyoung's arm as they swerved through the crowd, reaching their destination as quickly as possible.

unfortunately, luck was not on their side. the person y/n least wanted to see at the moment was standing at the drinks shelf, surrounded by some of his friends--and minji.

"yang jungwon!" y/n sharply hissed at wonyoung, pulling on the sleeve of the taller girl's blazer. "yang fucking jungwon is here! with minji!"

her friend turned to glance at the said boy and girl and rolled her eyes. "ignore him, let's go get our food."

y/n allowed wonyoung to drag her to the shelf stocked with savory snacks, shooting a small glare at minji before turning her head around.

what she didn't notice was that yang jungwon had recognized her presence the moment she turned around. he held the cold watermelon soda closer to his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart.

"i don't know why people think it's me, i'm already in a relationship," minji sighed, fiddling with the strawberry milk in her hands.

"well, you do spend a lot of time with jungwon," niki reasoned, leaning against a nearby wall. "at least in terms of girl-space-friends. he doesn't have a lot of game."

"but some people think it's rei and she doesn't spend a lot of time with jungwon," minji countered. "actually, i don't think i've seen them interact since they've been introduced to each other."

"so if it's not minji or rei, who is it?" sunoo questioned.

all three students turned to look at jungwon, who slowly snapped out of his daze. "huh?"

"who'd you write the note to, won?" minji asked.

"i don't think i can answer that," jungwon mumbled, clenching the soda can tighter. "i'd prefer to keep that private."

"come on, we're your closest friends!" niki groaned, frowning at jungwon's response. "you can tell us--in exchange, we'll help you get the girl."

jungwon paused, pondering over niki's offer for a moment with his friend's eager stares fixated on him. he let out a brief sigh before answering, "fine. i'll give you a small hint."

his friends gasped, anticipation evident on their faces. jungwon took another quick glance at y/n, who was searching for seaweed-flavored chips, and felt the fluttering feeling in his stomach once again.

"she's in this room with us. right now."

his friends looked at each other with confused expressions. "it's just us four and the cashier...and intak..and minjae...and wonyoung...and y/n," sunoo listed, scanning the entire snack shop.

"the cashier? be so fucking for real right now bro," niki scoffed with a disgusted look on his face. "she's like, 70."

"no, what the fuck?" jungwon grimaced. "i mean someone our age. who do you take me for?"

"oh, i think i know who it is!" minji exclaimed with a smile. "it's y/n, isn't it?"

jungwon widened his eyes. he could feel a sharp rush of heat to his cheeks as he gulped at the mention of her name. minji let out a small chuckle at the boy's obvious reaction.

"really? you haven't talked to her since, like, freshman year," sunoo said, judging the reaction he just witnessed.

"yeah, but she's just so- ugh, you wouldn't understand. did you know that she braids her hair when she's stressed?"

"you're such a creep," niki sighed disappointedly. "no wonder you were always staring at her in class."

"look, she was doing it in first year history during our mock exam and i asked her about it," jungwon explained before glaring at niki. "i am not a creep."

"does she know your note's for her?" minji asked.

"no, i don't think so," jungwon replied with a small frown forming on his face. "i don't even think she likes me back. i mean, i don't really talk to her so i probably just seem weird."

"a creep," niki corrected, poking jungwon's shoulder harshly. "you seem like a creep."

"shut up."

"well, we can help you talk to her again so that you can show your interest," sunoo offered while tucking his phone into the back pocket of his uniform pants. "like right now."

the pink-haired boy whipped his head around to where y/n and wonyoung were standing, who had moved onto the bakery section.

"wonyoung! y/n!"

jungwon smacked sunoo immediately after the two girls' names left his mouth. "what the fuck are you doing," he muttered, trying to clench his lips together to seem like he wasn't talking.

"uh, helping you? duh," sunoo replied with a roll of his eyes.

meanwhile, the two girls stood across the snack shop, frozen with multiple bags of snacks in their arms.

"why did jungwon's friend say our name?" y/n questioned, also clenching her lips in fear that her crush would notice her talking about his friends. "and how does he know we exist?"

"the question is actually how does he know you exist," wonyoung responded before pulling y/n's arm. "come on, let's go see what he wants."

"no!" y/n whisper-yelled. "i can't...he's there...and minji's there..."

"you'll survive," wonyoung sighed. "we're going and that's final."

ignoring her friend's protests, wonyoung dragged y/n over to the group of four. "hi sunoo, what's up?"

"nothing, jungwon just wanted to tell y/n something," sunoo replied with a grin, causing jungwon's eyes to widen in concern.

"he did?" y/n mumbled.

"i did?" jungwon whispered, shooting a glare at sunoo's smiling face.

jungwon glanced at y/n but quickly looked away, swallowing down the nervous bundle in his throat. he didn't know if he could contain himself if he looked one second longer into her curious eyes.

he cleared his throat for an unnaturally long time, causing his friends to send questioning looks towards him. "um, yeah, uh...i, well, i was wondering..."

y/n found herself slightly leaning towards the anxious boy, which only caused jungwon's heart to beat faster.

"uh...do...do you have history next?"

niki rolled his eyes while minji felt the need to facepalm herself.

y/n shot a glance at wonyoung before responding, "um, yeah. why?"

"well, uh..." jungwon felt himself breaking out in a sweat, panicking to make up an excuse. "i was...uh-"

"he wanted to offer his notes to you since he just had history," sunoo quickly covered. jungwon blinked before nodding, swallowing down his anxiety once again.

y/n's eyes widened. it was common for jungwon, an intelligent and diligent student, to offer help to people in academics. but what shocked her was the fact that he offered her his history notes--as if he knew that it was her weakest subject.

she didn't hesitate to accept the offer, sending a wave of relief over jungwon. "uh, i'll drop them off once i get back to my classroom."

"yeah, no problem. thanks for the notes!" y/n replied, shooting a small smile at the boy before allowing wonyoung to drag her to the register.

once the duo was far enough, jungwon turned around to face his friends with an excited smile curled on his face. "did you see that? she smiled at me!"

"yeah, no thanks to yourself," sunoo grumbled. "i did all the work. for free!"

"you're too awkward, jungwon," minji sighed, a pained expression on her face.

"i think you should stick to being a nerd," niki commented. "it...suits you better."

niki spent the rest of the break running away from said nerd.

y/n slumped in her seat, resting her cheek in her left hand and tapping her foot on the ground. she checked the clock above the blackboard. 10:27 AM. three minutes left for jungwon to fulfill his promise.

she let out another sigh. she didn't expect herself to anticipate much from the exchange--after all, he was just offering her his history notes. but she found herself rushing back to her classroom, waiting (and struggling to wait) for his presence at the doorframe while each minute dragged on.

10:28. a frown etched onto y/n's face. the day seemed to just get worse and worse. first, her confession was ruined by her crush himself. next, her crush proceeded to post a confession to another girl. now, her crush failed to complete a promise two minutes before her least favorite class.

another moody sigh. y/n lazily reached into her bag, pulling out her history textbook and her pencil case. she should've known to never trust men, like her mother said. all men are liars.

she slowly flipped through her textbook, feeling her frown drag down even further. the classroom was bustling with chatter, savoring the last couple of minutes before another hour long class. but here she was, slouching in her seat with a gray thundercloud above her head. she could practically visualize wonyoung looking at her pathetically from across the room.

the room came to a sudden silence. y/n sluggishly raised her head. was their history teacher here early?

there he was. yang jungwon, frozen at her classroom's doorframe with a notebook in his hand. his cheeks were flushed with a light pink as he weaved through the students, approaching y/n's desk.

y/n felt herself stop breathing. he did come to fulfill his promise, after all. huh. maybe not all men are liars.

jungwon bashfully smiled at her, gently placing his notebook on her desk. he wasn't hard of hearing, he could tell that everyone was whispering about him--more specifically, about his confession note. all he could hope for was that his crush wasn't super obvious, but he was sure that what he was doing at the moment actually made it 10x more obvious.

"um, here's my notes," jungwon said in a hushed voice, conscious of the sudden volume change. "hopefully they're useful."

"thanks..." y/n mumbled, making eye contact with the boy for a mere second before glancing away. it was too hard for her to contain the pounding feelings in her heart, especially when the yang jungwon had his eyes on her (and only her).

she could only imagine a world where he would stare at her, eyes filled with love and adoration.

"no problem," jungwon replied, noting to himself about how cute she looked today. if only he could sit next to her, one arm around her shoulder and another guiding her through the history material. he would never forgive the administrator who put them in separate classes.

"um, aren't you going to be late?"

y/n's comment snapped him out of his trance, suddenly realizing that he was still standing in front of her desk with students around him still whispering about his confession note. awkward.

jungwon shut his eyes close for a second. she probably thinks i'm a creep. niki, i guess you're right.

"uh, yeah. i'll just...i'll go now."

he mustered up a little courage to send a small wave before rushing out of the room, eyes glued to the floor in front of him.

y/n let out a quiet snicker, finding the boy's awkwardness humorous (and extremely cute). unfortunately, she realized too late that everyone's eyes were still on her and coughed unnaturally loud to cover up her previous reaction.

the sound of heels clicking caused all the students' eyes to rip away from her and immediately slide into their seats. their history teacher was finally here, ready to lead another sleep-inducing lecture.

"good morning class," the history teacher, ms. choi, announced. "please turn to page 127 of your textbooks. we're picking up where we left off from last class with the silla dynasty."

y/n reached for jungwon's notebook as the students around her searched for the page in their textbooks. she easily found the respective page of notes due to the sticky note jungwon had marked the page with.

such a cute pink, y/n thought, brushing her thumb over the familiar-colored sticky note. too bad he used it for a different girl.

it was twenty minutes into the class and y/n found herself extremely bored. although jungwon's notes were perfectly organized and super helpful, y/n couldn't help but feel her attention span slowly decreasing. the textbook was boring, the content was boring, and ms. choi's voice was boring.

she decided to flip through jungwon's notebook. as expected, all of his notes were neatly written with key ideas highlighted and citations to textbook pages. what else could she expect from him?

y/n closed the notebook, running her thumb along the edge of the pages like a flipbook. the glimpses of blue highlighter partially satisfied her boredom, along with the flash of pink at the very end of the notebook. wait, pink?

y/n's curiosity got the best of her as she turned to the end of the notebook, revealing multiple pink sticky notes with lengthy paragraphs and words scratched out in black ink. being the nosy person she is, she decided to read the notes, tuning out ms. choi's monotonous voice.

i've liked you for a long time, but i haven't had the courage to confess.

oh. they were drafts of his confession note.

y/n pursed her lips, taking in a sharp breath. she swallowed down the discomfort she felt and continued to read the notes.

ever since freshman year, i've been attracted to you in so many more ways than i can describe. that sweet smile you show off to your friends. the laugh you let out at small jokes. the tenderness in your eyes as you talk with the cashier in the snack shop. i see why she said that you remind her of her granddaughter.

y/n bitterly smiled. he really likes her, huh?

i like am in love am pathetically in love with you. i feel like a lost puppy, hoping for the smallest interaction with you every single day. i wonder if you can feel my stares from across the lunch room, desperately hoping that you would happen to notice me and look back. i know we haven't talked much since freshman year, but i can't help but imagine us together.

y/n quickly diverted her eyes to a different sticky note, chewing on her lip harshly. she didn't know why, but she couldn't stop reading them, even if his words only caused her more pain.

i hope you can accept this confession, but if you don't like me back i hope we can become friends again. from, your freshman bio partner (p.s. i'm glad that we were paired up for that frog lab)

wait, frog lab? y/n's eyebrows furrowed. the only partner jungwon had for the frog dissection lab in freshman biology was...her.

y/n's heart pounded against her chest. she needed to read whatever note jungwon posted on the confession board, right fucking now.

the moment the bell rang, y/n shoved all of her history materials in her bag. she didn't want to spare a minute from reaching that damned confession board that she had been avoiding since morning.

grabbing jungwon's notebook, y/n joined the crowd of students rushing towards the canteen, forgetting about wonyoung who appeared behind her.

"let's eat with rei today, hm?" wonyoung suggested.

"can't talk right now, won. i need to be somewhere," y/n responded before pushing her way through the crowd.

"y/n, wait!"

y/n ignored her friend's concerned voice, mentally making a note to apologize to her later. she ran through the halls, opposite of all the students heading towards the canteen. hugging the notebook close to her chest, she made a beeline towards the arts building, feeling the beating in her chest increase every single second.

once she arrived, she slowed down her pace, allowing herself to catch her breath and wipe off the light sweat on her forehead. there she stood in the same position she was in at 8:25 AM, right in front of the confession board littered with colorful sticky notes.

a couple of students lingered around the board, checking for any new confessions before heading to lunch. as y/n's breathing slowed down, she approached the center of the board, eyes locked on the pink sticky note posted mere hours ago.

she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to read the note she had been avoiding all day.

to my freshman year crush, i've liked you for a long time, but i haven't had the courage to confess. that is, until now. ever since freshman year, i've been attracted to you. your smile, your laugh, your kind personality. it's no wonder the cashier at the snack shop says that you remind her of her granddaughter. grandparents only say that to people they know have the purest, sweetest souls on earth, and you are one of them. i am utterly, pathetically, and desperately in love with you. i feel like a lost puppy, hoping for the smallest interaction with you every single day. i wonder if you can feel my longing stares from across the lunch room, hoping that you would happen to notice me and meet my eyes. i know we haven't talked much since freshman year, but i can't help but imagine us together. i wish that i had the courage to confess in person, but i'm afraid of rejection. i hope that this confession comes off well to you, and i 100% understand if you don't like me back. i just hope that we can be friends again, at the very least. from, your freshman bio partner (p.s. i'm glad we were paired up for the frog lab. as taylor swift said, i guess i was enchanted to meet you)

y/n felt her breathing stop as she finished reading the note. it was too good to be true. she needed to talk to him, to confirm with him, and to confess to him.

she wasted no time running to the canteen, earning questioning stares from the students she passed by. the canteen was busy per usual, bustling with student chatter and silverware sounds. y/n skimmed the room, eyes landing on the one person she wanted to talk to.

she rushed towards his table, avoiding the mass of lunch trays around her. "jungwon!" she called.

the said boy looked up from his table, curious round eyes meeting hers. "could i talk to you for a minute?"

jungwon nodded, standing up to follow y/n. what she didn't notice was sunoo winking at jungwon, niki mouthing a "go get her, tiger!", and minji softly smiling with pride.

jungwon followed y/n to the hallway outside of the canteen, trickling with the last students getting their lunches. y/n faced jungwon, feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of his curious gaze.

"um, i wanted to return this to you," y/n began, handing over his notebook.

"oh, thanks," jungwon replied, taking it into his hands. he felt himself grow a little disappointed--was that all she wanted to tell me?

y/n softly cleared her throat before deciding to continue. "so, uh, this might be in invasion of privacy but i got really bored in history and looked through your notebook and i might have found your sticky notes and i might have read them...without your permission?"

"notes? what notes?" jungwon mumbled, flipping through his notebook. it only took a second of him skimming the sticky notes in the back for him to shut the notebook closed, a furious blush spreading across his face.

"and, uh, i read one that ended with 'from your freshman bio partner' or something like that and it mentioned the frog lab. and then i remembered that i was your partner during that lab but i wasn't sure if you wrote that for sure so i went to check the confession board and it said the same thing so...yeah."

jungwon was frozen, cheeks bright red with panic-stricken eyes. "so...uh, i just wanted to confirm if-"

"yes," jungwon whispered, not daring to meet her eyes. "it- it is about you..."

he squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of silence, preparing himself for rejection. he could already feel the weight in his heart getting heavier, thumping against his chest.

"i, uh, i- i like you too, jungwon."

the boy opened his eyes, shock evident on his face. he whipped his head up, now seeing a y/n with an equally flushed face not meeting his eyes.

"y- you do?"

"yeah," y/n mumbled, a shy smile spreading on her face. "i really, really like you."

jungwon couldn't help but smile back, trying his best to contain the butterflies practically swarming in his stomach.

"so, um, i was actually planning to confess to you today," y/n admitted, earning a surprised reaction from jungwon. "but i saw you post your note on the confession board first and i got scared because...well, i thought that you confessed to someone else."

y/n reached into her blazer's pocket, pulling out the crumpled blue sticky note that she had been hiding the whole day. "i guess i'll just give it to you now since...well, yeah..."

she quickly flattened out the sticky note before handing it to jungwon, who gently took it with a small smile.

to jungwon, i've liked you for so long but i've finally decided to confess. since freshman year, you've been nothing but kind to me. i felt myself melt into a puddle every single time you shot a smile at me or offered your help with something. i can’t help but admire your charming appearance, your charismatic leadership qualities, and the smile that you give to every person alike. you’re loved by so many people and i happened to fall into that same crowd. i know you most likely do not feel the same but i hope that we can talk more, the way we did back in freshman year. from, anonymous

jungwon couldn't help the shy grin growing on his face. every word written completely erased all the anxious emotions he had in his head. this is what it feels like, he thought. this is what it feels like to be loved back.

jungwon didn't need to say anything. he simply took y/n's clammy hand into his, intertwining their shaking fingers together. no words were needed after they had spent hours of their lives writing out their feelings for each other. they shared a smile, feeling secure together and lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes.

for the first time for the day, y/n was glad that jungwon had interrupted her confession, pining his heart on the board so that she could give him hers.

© snwpcktz

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[bbobpul]

my youth is yours — jeno

NOTE. hey 😮‍💨 sorry for ghosting

PAIRING. jeno x reader

GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst

SYNOPSIS. entering adulthood with you long-term boyfriend, jeno

WARNINGS. dis might hurt bc iz lil realistic 😫

W/C. 3.1k

masterlist ⟵⁠(⁠o⁠_⁠O⁠)

Is love something you can learn, or is it engraved in your bones the moment you open your eyes to the world? Is it something you master, or something you feel on a random Thursday night after spending the day with someone who made your heart skip a beat? Is this something you develop after years of spending every moment of your life with the same person?

Because, to you, love means only one thing. Love can only come from one person. Love can only be felt with Jeno.

No, you didn't grow up together or meet in a special way. He was merely there, but it suddenly felt like more.

The two of you met in high school. It was nothing special. High school brings you into contact with a large number of people. You create a lot of friendships in high school. But it was Jeno, and one day you were paired up with him on a minor project set by your teacher because she would be gone for a short while.

Before long, a bond formed between you, blossoming into a friendship that extended beyond school hours. You'd hang out after classes, help each other with homework, and share late-night thoughts, and the absence of each other during the day would leave the day incomplete.

Everything proceeded at exactly an appropriate pace—it wasn't rushed or fast, nor was it painfully slow. It was just right with Jeno.

Looking back at your first few years with him, it seemed so natural and carefree. Seeing him was like having a ton of weight lifted off your shoulders—of course, the same is true for him. You appear as though you wince at his corny antics, but deep down, you both know that you feel the same way. He kept telling you, "Your love fills me up with so much happiness," at every opportunity he gets, and you love it every single time.

He radiates joy and warmth, and despite his kindness to everyone, he always makes you feel uniquely cherished. In his eyes, you're not just anyone; you're everything.

And it hasn't changed from high school to this point in college. As you approach adulthood, the love that accompanied your growth as an adolescent lingers.

Jeno's voice stops your thoughts with, "Bub, what do you want for dinner?" Glancing to your side, you notice him fixated on the road. After a long day at the university, you are currently headed home to your shared flat. Because you both decided to attend the same college and because it is obviously less expensive to stay in the exact same place, you both saved money for the apartment you are currently residing in. You both agreed that returning home under the same roof is the best choice for the two of you because you will both become busy over time.

When the red light came on, he looked at you and said, "Should we drive by your favorite restaurant and just order so we could go to sleep early?" after noticing that you were spacing out for the nth time.

"Huh? Oh, okay, bub. I'd love that," you replied upon hearing his voice, feeling as though you were suddenly snapped back to reality, anchored by the sound of his presence.

"You must be so tired, hmm? Is it Mr. Chua again?" he asked, his tone filled with understanding.

You chuckled at the mention of the infamous professor you often vented about. "No, he wasn't around today, actually. I was just really tired from all the lab work I did earlier," you replied, appreciating his attentiveness to your daily struggles.

He acknowledged your reply with a hum, and he skillfully threaded the steering wheel through the drive-thru. He ordered you your usual and gave you an affectionate smile. The vehicle filled with the soothing sounds of the radio and the faint hum of the air conditioning as the sun started to set. You felt warm and cozy even if the temperature inside the car was very cold because you knew that you were heading home with the love of your life.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he reached out for your hand, and in a tender whisper, he said, "I love you," as he began parking at your apartment's parking lot. The simplicity woven into every second spent with each other, filled with love and care, is the kind of love that is true and right.

Your evening flew by, and your early bedtime goal was quickly abandoned as you spent the entire night watching movies with Jeno. However, when spending time with him replenishes you more than a peaceful slumber, what good is sleep?

Sleep is what your body needs, and you just ate your own words when you fell asleep on Jeno’s shoulder.

He noticed that and chuckled lowly. He reached for the remote and quickly turned off the television before positioning himself to properly carry you back to your shared room. He knew that waking you up would be of no use because you are a very heavy sleeper, and you hate it when your sleep gets disturbed, so he tried his best to be as gentle as possible so you would stay in your peaceful slumber.

He laid down on his side of the bed after tucking you in and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

A lot of your evenings went by like that. Spending a quarter of your day in college and going home with him. It has become your perfect daily routine. Although there are times where Jeno fails to drive you home because of how demanding his course is, you end up going home alone, and commuting is an extreme sport. Sometimes, it will be too hard to hail a taxi because of the rush hour and all the other students going home at the same time who are also desperate to rest. Sometimes, even if it was Jeno who said he would come home late, you end up arriving home later than he did. But what is adulthood without a bit of suffering?

‘Love won't make you rich,' that's what you heard from your mother when you said you were dating Jeno. Of course, your love hasn't always been a pleasant sight for everyone. You began dating in high school; of course, people would think you're foolish to enter into such a commitment at such a young age.

There are times when you wonder if your mother was right, especially when you and Jeno fail to pay rent on time, struggle to find part-time jobs to feed the both of you, and add your stressful college work to the mix.

But all your worries will soon disappear in the wind because it's Jeno you are facing those problems with, and eight years of sustaining yourself doesn't seem so hard because there is Jeno, who is your lifeline, your anchor, and your foundation. And even if the world turns its back on you, there is Jeno ready to face all of your worries, your fears, and your doubts because it's Jeno, the one who loves all of you.

"Good morning." You heard Jeno talk from the hallway.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. 'Why is he still here? ' you thought to yourself. It's Saturday, and you both have work, but your shift is at noon, so you didn't bother getting up early, unlike Jeno, who has a 9 a.m. shift.

Jeno has been waking up late several times since last month. If he is not absent, he will be late. It's always been like that. You haven't spoken to him about it yet. You have developed an unspoken rule in your relationship that there are situations that you can tackle on your own because you are both adults.

"Why aren't you at work?" You tried to sound as considerate as possible, but it's his life at stake and your apartment. If he doesn't come to work on time or at all, they will deduct his pay and, in the worst scenario possible, fire him.

"I don't feel well." He simply answered.

"You haven't been feeling well for a month. Wanna go to the hospital?" you suggested.

"It's not really that serious for a hospital, bub," he reasoned out.

"But it's serious enough for you to miss work for a month?" You said without looking at him, not being able to contain it anymore.

You heard him sigh before he headed to the bathroom, and you shook your head. Jeno, on the other hand, thought it would be best not to say anything.

You took your last sip of the coffee before heading to the sink, and you saw the overwhelming tower of unwashed dishes. It's 11 p.m., and your work is 20 minutes away from home if you are lucky enough to hail a cab the instant you come out of the building. Washing these plates will take a lot of your time, but if Jeno doesn't have the energy to wash them today because he is not feeling well, then that leaves you no choice. Good thing you already took a bath and wore your work clothes; you wouldn't have to rush later on.

It's times like these when you realize that you two are no longer the teenagers you once thought you'd remain forever. Those teenagers have now grown, with bigger responsibilities and greater disappointments to confront.

You finished the dishes and gathered your belongings before preparing to leave. However, as you reached for the doorknob, you noticed Jeno standing in the hallway, simply gazing at you.

"I will make it up to you," he said, and all you could do was smile at him before heading out.

All day at work, your thoughts were consumed by him—wondering if he had enough food at home and if he was resting well. This wasn't the first time you'd encountered issues between the two. Despite the absence of major fights and screaming matches, deep down, you knew that things were not okay between you.

After long, tiring hours at work, you received a text message from Jeno that said, 'I'll pick you up from work, bub. I love you.'

You smiled at the notification. He really was making it up to you, and you couldn't even be mad at him anymore.

And he's really there. As you closed the shop, not very far from where you stood, you saw him immediately. Suddenly, you are ready to face everything again because he is there.

You walked up to him with a huge smile, as if you hadn't worked for hours without a break. It was worth it when you're coming home with him.

The drive home was eerily quiet, with only the sound of your breathing audible amidst the corny jokes from the radio DJ. Despite the windows being open and the air conditioning turned off, the chill of the night air seeping in was enough to send shivers down your spine.

As the red light halted the car, you turned to gaze at him, only to find that he was already looking at you with the same love and contentment that had been evident in his eyes since your first year of high school. Now, after eight years together, you were both getting older yet still together, sharing each moment with him by your side.

You had hoped the problems were behind you, believing that your love and understanding would be enough to overcome any challenges that came your way. However, a week after your minor argument, Jeno attempted to return to work, only to find that his employer no longer wanted him back after a month of slacking. This turn of events took a significant toll on both of you, adding to the weight of your existing concerns.

"I'm sorry, bub. I'll look for another job next week, I promise."

The rent was due on Monday, and luckily you saved up enough money for three months after working extra hours since the start of the year.

"I told you to tell me if you have problems, didn't I? For a month, I didn't hear anything from you, and look where it got us? Jeno, it's our finals! We also have expenses for school, not just here at home! If you were too exhausted to work, then you could have just told me." All your pent-up frustrations spilled in an instant.

"I didn't want to burden you, love."

"Jeno, since when have you ever been a burden to me?"

He walked over to you and enveloped you in a hug, and that was when your tears began to flow. Both of you were graduating students, each with your own set of responsibilities and numerous financial challenges to navigate. In the face of it all, you couldn't help but wonder: Is love enough?

"Jeno, it's like I don't know you anymore." You began

"Bub, don't say that."

"I just want you to talk to me. Tell me your problems. I know there are things you can handle by yourself, but at least include me. You have me. I am here for a reason."

Both of you became even busier after that, balancing the demands of studying for final exams with juggling part-time jobs. Jeno faced the added challenge of finding work amidst his other commitments.

Your schedules became so hectic that you no longer went home together, and there were nights when Jeno arrived home so late that you would already be asleep, only to wake up to his departure in the morning.

Your entangled nights became two parallel lines. Quiet and comforting evenings grew even quieter without the presence of others. Every night, you realized that you and Jeno were both growing older and, simultaneously, growing apart. It's something inevitable, something you never wished for, yet something you are currently witnessing with your own eyes.

But growing apart is not contextually synonymous with loving each other less. The love is still there, and the care is still present. That is the reason why both of you are working so hard—because you love each other.

Both of you became so busy to the point where your only connection was coming home to the same house. Suddenly, home felt like nothing more than four walls and a mini fridge, lacking the warmth of four limbs and lips to kiss.

But surprisingly enough, after many weeks, he offered to pick you up from work.

"Keep your eyes on the road," you told him when you noticed him stealing glances at you.

"I love you, bub," he said, prompting you to look at him.

You smiled and replied, "I love you more."

"When is your oath-taking ceremony?" he asked, trying to make conversation amidst the silent drive home.

"I don't know yet. Maybe a few months after graduation."

And then it died down again. But does the silence matter to you when, after so many weeks, he is here beside you again?

He is here.

And that's all that matters right now.

"Should we take the long way home?"

But even a single beautiful night couldn't alter the looming storm heading your way. It's a heart-wrenching inevitability—the painful reality of growing apart.

With each "sorry, I can't pick you up" message and every missed call accompanied by a new excuse, the weight of disappointment settles deeper into your heart. Gradually, you find yourself numb to the ache, accepting it as the new normal.

"Bub, please respond," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion, as you left yet another voicemail after he missed your calls for the nth time. It's Saturday, and the rain outside matches the heaviness in your heart. You figured he must have finished work earlier than you, so you were counting on him to pick you up. But his cell phone remains unattended, and it's been 20 agonizing minutes of waiting in the pouring rain.

You hated the rain, and he knew that all too well. After a few more minutes of waiting in vain, you were left with no choice but to reluctantly take the train home alone since there are no cabs at this hour. The frustration and disappointment welled up inside you, reaching a breaking point.

"I'll sleep at my mom's house just for tonight. To cool off," you murmured to yourself.

At the train station, your phone buzzed incessantly, and when you finally answered, it was Jeno calling you countless times.

"I'm here; where are you?" his voice came through, accompanied by the sound of the rain.

"I took the train," you replied simply.

"You could've waited," he said, frustration evident in his tone. "I drove all the way here from work; it's almost an hour drive."

"I did wait, Jeno. What are you trying to imply?" you countered, feeling a mix of irritation and hurt.

You heard him sigh heavily on the other end of the line, and you pursed your lips in frustration.

"I'm tired, Jeno," you said wearily.

"So am I."

"Is that so? Okay, I'm sorry for making you drive in the rain. It won't happen again. And just so you know, I won't be coming home tonight."

Through days, weeks, and months of hardly seeing or talking to each other, you both somehow made it through college. Despite everything that happened, there's this overwhelming sense of pride you feel for each other. Maybe, just maybe, it was all worth it in the end.

The high school love you both shared has now transformed into something more significant. The youthful days you once had together are now just memories as you step into this new chapter of your lives.

It feels right with Jeno, but amidst the familiarity, there's a subtle shift, a tinge of bittersweet realization that things have changed.

Both of you have accomplished your dreams, reaching the destinations you once only dreamed of. You've arrived at where you wanted to be.

"Hey!" Jeno called for your attention. You turned and saw him adorned in his gown and cap, and a profound sense of pride washed over you.

You embraced him, exchanging whispers of 'I'm so proud of you' and 'You did well'. Yet it wasn't the same; it was different.

Both of you have grown, realizing that your teenage dreams have come true, and here you are, all grown up.

The love you once held so dearly in your youth has gracefully reached its final chapter. Staring into each other's eyes, there's an overwhelming sense of emotion, an unspoken acknowledgment that what once was no longer is—it's over.

"Thank you for loving me," he said. "Your love brought me here, bub."

[kim-areum]

╰┈➤ ENHYPEN (엔하이픈) is the final 8 members of the survival show I-LAND under BE:LIFT Lab, a subsidiary label under HYBE. The group consists of Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Areum, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki. They debuted on November 30th, 2020 with the mini album, “BORDER: DAY ONE“. The group made their Japanese debut on July 6th, 2021.

╰┈➤ Group Name Explanation: ENHYPEN is a mix of an en dash and a hyphen that connects different words to create new meaning, members of ENHYPEN will connect, discover each other, and grow together.

ENHYPEN Dorm Arrangements: Dorm 1: Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, & Ni-ki

Dorm 2: Jake, Sunoo, Areum, & Jungwon

All of the members have their own solo rooms

STAGE NAME: areum (아름) (a•room)

NAME: Kim areum (김아름)

BIRTHDAY: January 2 2003

ENGLISH NAME: Celestia

JAPNESE NAME: izumi (いずみ) (i•zoom•e)

POSITIONS: Face of the group, Visual, All Rounder

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

CHINESE ZODIAC: Rat

REAL HEIGHT : 176 cm (5’9��)

OFFICIAL HEIGHT: 174 (5’8.5”)

WEIGHT: 51 kg

NATIONALITY : Japanese-Korean

MBTI: ISTJ (previous ESFJ)

EMOTICON: 🪼

FACTS:

Training period: 2016-2020

She ranked in 5th in the final episode of iland

Her microphone is pink

Her name areum means beauty

charming point: her 2 moles on her right cheek, voice, eyes (self-revised profile), nose, neck(?)

she is into archery 🏹

Habits: Sticking her tongue out, smiling with closed eyes, spacing out, side eyeing, flipping her hair, crossing her legs, touching her collarbones, touching her necklace (self-revised profile)

Aerum’s favorite color are pink and black

she has her own instagram and twitter @/areumdawo0 @/ENHYPEN_AREUM

According to Jungwon she is the most calm and easy going in the group and listens to him the most

she auditioned for JYP entertainment but she was rejected

she was scouted in SM in (2016-2017) while she was eating in a restaurant with her father

she left SM entertainment to be in bighit and trained there (2018-2019)

According to her members she’s the tallest girl they have ever met

Nicknames: pretty girl, princess, areumie, reumi, princess swan, mierum (Self-Revised profile)

Areum and jungwon met in SM (mentioned in ILAND)

she wrote Enhypen’s Blossom Blind Chaconne Le sserafim’s blue flame and swan song, impurities

Likes: sour candies, mint chocolate, sleeping, listening to music, Niki, enhypen, coffee cakes, skinship (Self-revised profile)

She helped Choreographed Le sserafim's smart and their song Still Monster

Dislikes: Mud, sasaengs, people who bash her members, messy tables, dusty floors (Self-revised profile)

She is close friends with IVE’s rei Le Sserafim Members BOYNEXTDOOR’s Jaehyun &Team’s Harua NMIXX’s sullyoon ZEROSBASEONE gyuvin and ricky TXT’s beomgyu ILLIT’s wonhee

She was chosen as #1 visual in iland a tie between her and sunghoon

Her role model is Twice’s Chaeyoung mentioned in ILAND

her favorite quote is “don’t let others bring you down with simple criticism, in the end it only benefits them”

FACE CLAIM: Nakyoung (triple s) and Karina (aespa) Bang Jeemin (Izna)

VOCAL CLAIM: jiwoo (RUN contestant ) Yunjin (Le sserafim)

DANCE CLAIM: sujung (ILAND 2 contestant)

RAP CLAIM: Chanelle (RUN contestant) and koko (ILAND 2 contestant )

border creds: @/saradika

[niki-phoria]

Annyeong my favorite writer! I was wondering if you could do a ni-ki x male imagine where he has a secret boyfriend that is one year older than him (they have been dating even before he left for Korea so maybe when ni-ki was 13 years old male reader started courting him even if it's long distance and have made it official after he debuted) members does not know, cause he was scared to come out to them.

One day the members heard him someone calling "Love" and started teasing about who was that mystery "girl". Ni-ki couldn't handle it and accidentally blurted out it was a boy, ni-ki was shocked and immediately started crying because he was scared but the members comforted him and supported him.

And the members met ni-ki's boyfriend (they felt betrayed as a joke that ni-ki didn't told him he has a handsome boyfriend which ended up with them getting hit on the head)

JUST FLUFF CAUSE NI-KI LOOKS SO CUTE THESE DAYS LIKE WTFFFF

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.8k

includes: childhood friends to lovers, reader cries, mentions of niki being scared to come out, think i like full fics more than reactions, i'm really proud of this one ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

“excuse me,” a soft voice says, interrupting you from your thoughts. you look up from your notes to see a young boy around your age standing in front of your desk. his hands remain stiffly pressed against his sides - likely from nerves.

his pristine uniform fits him perfectly. his neatly brushed black fringe covers most of his forehead. his hands feel clammy as he points to the seat beside you. “do you mind if i sit here? i’m a new student and they told me to just pick a seat.”

“not at all,” you smile, shifting slightly to make room for him. the boy sets his black bag down on the ground beside you as he slides into the chair. “what’s your name?”

“nishimura riki,” he says.

“i’m l/n,” you smile. “it’s nice to meet you, nishimura.”

“you too,” he nervously nods. 

“y/n!” you startle as niki begins running towards you. he tightly wraps his arms around your neck before all but tackling you into a hug, nearly knocking you both to the ground. you laugh, snaking your arms around his waist as you both stumble before you finally find your balance once again. 

“what’s going on?”

“i was accepted.”

you freeze, staring into niki’s eyes as the information processes in your head. when it finally does, you gasp, wrapping your arms tightly around him once again. “congratulations!” you cheer. niki smiles brightly as he jumps around with you. his face flushes slightly as overwhelming praise leaves your lips. “i’m so proud of you, niki!”

“thank you,” he bashfully smiles, gaze falling to the ground. 

“which company did you pick?”

niki hums in contemplation for a second before he answers. “i think i want to join belift lab. they seem like they have a lot of great opportunities. but…” 

you cock your head in confusion, silently reaching out to intertwine your fingers together. you reassuringly squeeze his hand in your own before he continues. “...but?”

he sighs. “i have to move to korea.”

“niki,” you say. he looks up at you, nervously awaiting your reaction. “i think you should go. this is your dream! you’ve worked so hard for this,” you pause, softly smiling at him. “this is an incredible opportunity. you should take it.”

“you think so?” he asks. 

“of course.”

people bustle in the airport around you as you stand in front of the security line. you reach up to brush niki’s bangs back into place. your gaze falls down to the luggage beside his feet once again as a familiar mix of sadness and excitement tugs at you. niki reaches up, tilting your face slightly so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’ll call you,” he says. “and we can text everyday, okay? i won’t forget about you. i promise.”

you smile at him. “you better not, nishimura,” you tease. 

niki chuckles softly. his hand moves up to cup your cheek to gently stroking his thumb against your skin. your gaze falls to his plump lips, watching as he nervously tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “niki,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning in. he follows your lead until your noses are nearly touching. you can just barely feel each breath he takes. “can i kiss you?”

his breath hitches. a light blush spreads up his cheeks. his wide eyes stare into yours for a second before he nods. 

your movements are slow as you lean in, carefully pressing your lips against his. elation spreads throughout your entire body when niki tugs you even closer. your bodies mold together perfectly as you pour all of your love into the kiss.

you’re nearly panting by the time you both pull away. you stifle a laugh at the blush on his cheeks. “i’m gonna miss you, ki,” you whisper, blinking away the tears stinging at your eyes. niki leans in to bury his face into the crook of your neck. his grip around you tightens even more. 

“i’ll miss you more, y/n.” you pull him even closer to you, closing your eyes. you let warmth surround you as you cling to him for just a little longer. 

you make your way through the swarm of people to your designated seat, tucking a niki sign between your arm. your view of the stage is partially blocked by a variety of heavy camera equipment and wires tangling over each other along the edge. 

you anxiously fidget with your fingers as you patiently await the start of the performance. the cheers from the audience are nearly overwhelming as the lights dim down before the screens surrounding the stage come to life. 

they transition for a few seconds in a flurry of red and black before people begin to shuffle onto the stage. your breath hitches when the lights raise again, finally illuminating the group. enhypen. niki.

your gaze remains fixated on him throughout the entire performance. his fringe has been dyed blonde. he wears a white blazer complete with a black trim and an accent on the side. you smile brightly up at him, joining the audience in cheering for the group as they effortlessly dance around the stage. 

you can see niki’s eyes widen when he finally notices you. your smile grows as you wave up at him from the darkness. he flashes a small smile in your direction in return before finishing the performance with a newfound confidence.

“hello?” niki asks when he answers the call; his voice is raspy as it plays through your phone speakers. 

“sorry honey,” you chuckle. “did i wake you?”

“i don’t mind,” he says. you can hear his blankets shuffling as he sits up before yawning softly. “how was your day?”

“it was good.” giddiness seeps into each word as it leaves your lips. you smile to yourself as you continuously reread the email as if the words will rearrange themselves when you blink. congratulations! your application to kyung hee university has been accepted. “i have some good news.“

“yeah?” niki smiles. “what is it?”

“a few months ago i started applying to universities in korea,” you begin. you can nearly picture niki sitting up straight, holding his breath in anticipation as you continue. “...and i just got news that i’ve been accepted to kyung hee university!” 

“really?” niki asks. “you’re serious?”

“i’m serious,” you laugh. “i’m booking a plane ticket right now.”

“y/n,” he breathlessly whispers. “i can’t wait to see you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, ki,” you smile so brightly that your cheeks nearly hurt. “i’ll see you soon. i promise.”

“i just landed in seoul,” you say, glancing out of the plane window, watching as workers slowly begin to transfer the luggage from underneath the plane to be sent to baggage claim. “i’ll call you when i get to my hotel.”

“okay,” niki smiles, fiddling with the sleeves of one of the hoodies you had sent him. the comforting feeling of the fabric nearly swallows him entirely, calming his nerves as he anxiously awaits your arrival. “i’ll see you soon, love.”

“love?” heeseung repeats teasingly. niki startles at his sudden presence, turning to see the members slowly joining him in the living room. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

“i don’t,” niki shrugs. 

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows. “so you’re calling your not-girlfriend love?”

“i told you, i don’t have a girlfriend,” niki repeats. 

“come on, you can tell us.” jake reaches over to playfully nudge him. “who’s the lucky girl?”

“boy,” niki finally corrects. he nervously plays with his fingers; his gaze falls to the floor as silence momentarily falls across the room. “i call my boyfriend love.”

“what’s his name?” jungwon asks.

niki’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. “what?”

“your boyfriend. what’s his name?”

“y/n.” 

“do you have any pictures?” jay asks, leaning over niki’s shoulder. 

“i wanna see the boy making our maknae so happy,” jake agrees. 

he reaches over to grab his phone, switching it on before quickly swiping to find one of his favourite pictures of you. you’re both standing in shinjuku gyoen park in front of the cherry blossom trees. you’re looking into the camera, brightly smiling as niki leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. your hair is slightly disheveled from the breeze that had been blowing that day. the setting sun in the background cast a golden glow on both of you. 

niki passes his phone around, anxiously watching each one of his friend’s reactions as they each get to see the picture of you. “wow,” sunghoon says. “he’s handsome.”

niki blushes, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he playfully swats at sunghoon. “shut up,” he mumbles.

“can we meet him sometime?” heeseung asks. “you guys are cute together.”

“he just arrived in seoul,” niki says. “i can ask if he wants to come to the dorm instead of going to his hotel.”

“that’s fine,” he nods. 

“jungwon,” jay calls as he stands up. “come help me with dinner. we might have a guest.”

you anxiously play with your fingers as you let out a nervous sigh before carefully raising your hand up to knock on the door. you pull the sleeves of niki’s hoodie down to hide your shaky hands. 

the door swings open, revealing your boyfriend standing on the other side. “niki,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 

he’s quick to reciprocate the hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. he hides his face into the crook of your neck to pepper a million little kisses against any of your exposed skin. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“i missed you too, ki,” you smile. 

niki steps back just enough to pull you down into a sweet kiss. you smile against his lips, relishing in the feeling that you had been deprived of for so many months. 

“i love you,” he breathlessly whispers when you finally pull away. 

“i love you too,” you smile, leaning in to peck his lips once again. “now, are you gonna invite me in?”

sunoo smiles to himself at the sight of you and niki curled up on the couch together as he quietly steps through the living room to turn the tv off. his arms wrap comfortably around your waist, your head tucked on top of his chin. your legs tangle together; your bodies completely intertwined in the confined space. 

soft snores occasionally escape both of you as you curl further against each other. even in your completely relaxed state, your hands never leave niki’s. 

“they’re cute together, aren’t they?” jake whispers.

sunoo startles slightly before he nods. “i’m glad they found each other.”

“me too.”

[iridescentpull]

Part two of the facts for the characters of GeR \o/ enjoy :) (part one)

Felps is known as the cryptid of the Favela Five. He frequently is found on either of their houses/apartments eating their food during the night. The group has learned not to question how or why he does this

Richas was adopted into the Favela Five after Cellbit found him while doing research for one of the authors at the publishing house. He quickly got attached and asked the FavelaFive how they felt about adopting a kid. Everyone was on board, and Richas was adopted a couple months later.

Tina and Bagi met at their university's graduation party. During the party, Bagi tried to build up the courage to ask for Tina's number all night, just for Tina to slip her number in her hand just before she left. They're coming up on two years dating

Fit was born in a very toxic and non-communicative household. To this day, he still struggles to accept help and speak about his emotions, but he's getting better

Ramón dreams of being a biomedical engineer so he can make the best prosthetic arm in the world for his dad (dont tell Fit that, though– he WILL cry)

Spreen and Fit's relationship was fast, which is part of the reason it failed (other than Spreen being not the best parent). Their relationship only lasted 3 years, and the last two years Ramón was with them

All the eggs study in the same school, albeit some of them are in different grades

Pac wanted to be a chemist when he was younger (but he's very happy with being a cat café owner)

Jaiden works as a scientist and was recently promoted to another lab on the opposite side of the island. She visits the city every time she can, since Bobby is her everything. Roier misses her a lot, but he's also so proud of her

Ramón has maroon octopus plushie he calls meathead. It was a gift from Fit a few weeks after he was adopted

Pac is bisexual, but has a preference over men

Both Fit and Pac have poor eyesight, with Fit being far-sight while Pac being near-sight

Bagi has a degree in psychology but doesn't use it– she's very happy working at Fit’s gym so far

Pac is the only one in the Favela Five who never went to pursue higher education, and he doesn't plan to

Fit has insomnia. When he can't sleep, he likes to sit on the balcony of his apartment and either journal or read a book

Out of everyone in the story, Pac, Mike and Cellbit are the only characters who knew each other before moving to Quesadilla City

Missa always feels guilty for leaving his family for long periods of time, even if his family tells him over and over that its okay and that they understand

Roier works at Fit’s gym, but he also works part-time at his family's taqueria

Pac's love language is gift-giving. Even when he struggled with money, he always made sure to spare some money to gift Richas things

Pac was dropped off in the orphanage when he was six

Fit stress-bakes. If you arrive to his apartment and there are boxes and boxes of cupcakes and cookies, chances are he is VERY stressed

Pac knows he has a sister but has no clue where she is or how to even communicate with her (if she even is alive)

Tina and Bagi are foster parents. Once Empanada stayed at their house for a few weeks, the trio clicked so well together that Tina and Bagi decided to adopt Em

Fit is Sunny's godfather, Tubbo and Niki are Chay and Tallu's godparents, and Phil is Ramón's gofather

Tubbo works part-time at Fit’s gym while he studies for a mechinal engineering degree

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

Sooooo if any of you were here in May 2022, I made this survey about relationship headcanons, like who do you see as [character]'s sibling/parent, what do you consider the relationship between [character] and [character] to be, etc.

And after closing it, I started working on a slideshow type thing to spread the answers. But there were a lot of answers and I was confused about whether to use precents or raw numbers so it all got a bit confusing and I decided to put it off.

But uh. Yeah then I never touched it again so here is the raw data in a spreadsheet and below are graphs taken straight from the survey! I think the answers would be different now but they're still very interesting!

Siblings headcanons!

Tommy won as Wilbur's adopted brother with 272 votes!

And vice versa, Wilbur won as Tommy's adopted brother with 270 votes.

Tommy won as Tubbo's adopted brother with 153 votes.

I also included the three votes for Technoblade as Tubbo's adopted brother :D very cool headcanon

Drista won as Dream's biological sister with 208 votes!

With 146 votes, Purpled has no siblings! Biological brother Punz came in second with 105 votes.

With 218 votes, Ranboo has no siblings! Adoptive sister Niki came in second with 76 votes.

Skeppy Jr. won as Sapnap's step brother with 148.

I also included the two other Punz votes, interesting headcanon!

With 177 votes, Puffy has no siblings! Biological brother Schlatt came in second with 139 votes.

Parent/Child headcanons (Child specific)!

Foolish won as Puffy's adopted son with 243 votes!

With 325 votes, Wilbur has no children aside from Fundy! Adopted son Tommy came in second with 26 votes.

With 181 votes, Schlatt has no children! Biological son Tubbo came in second with 120 votes (Dadschlatt enjoyer W).

I also included the three other votes for Fundy as Schlatt's adopted son, I wish the "you were like a father to me" line from the script had been read as well </3.

With 133 votes, Phil has no children aside from Wilbur! Adopted son Tubbo came in second with 127 votes.

With 309 votes, Technoblade has no children! Adopted child Ranboo came in second with 46 votes.

With 152 + 6 other votes, Sam has no children! Adopted son Tommy came in second with 91 votes.

I also included the two votes for Sam Nook as his son. There was another answer that said potentially all Sam clones and another that said Tom Nook. All cool headcanons!

Parent/Child headcanons (Parent specific)!

With 139 votes, Sapnap was born from fire and has no biological relationships! BBH came second with 102 votes.

The father shown in Eryn's Origins Lore Stream won as Eryn's father with 211 votes!

With 129 votes, Tommy was made in a lab and has no biological relationships! A random man came in second with 103 votes.

CaptainSparklez won as Tubbo's biological father with 115 votes!

Dynamics!

Soul bonded Skeppy and BBH won with 230 votes!

Separated, not de-engaged Karlnapity won with 113 votes!

Platonic friends Tina and Hannah won with 100 votes!

Platonic friends Quackity and Slimecicle won with 187 votes!

Political rivals Wilbur and Schlatt won with 237 votes!

Best friends Technoblade and Phil won with 297 votes!

Romantically married/together Ranboo and Tubbo won with 225 votes!

Rivals Quackity and Wilbur won with 274 votes! (There were many, many other answers)

Old friends Foolish and Eret won with 291 votes!

Broken up (previously romantic) Puffy and Niki won with 243 votes!

Broken up (previously romantic) Dream and George won with 111 votes!

Obsessive DreamXD and George won with 256 votes!

Platonic friends HBomb and Fundy won with 152 votes!

Previously romantically engaged Quackity and Schlatt won with 312 votes!

(Did those three as one image since Tumblr doesn't let you add more than 30 photos)

[tjodity]

Dream SMP Transition Headcanons!

Transfem!Tommyinnit- Tommy wasn't big on having very long hair, but instead wears it neck length and occasionally uses bonnets! She didn't feel like she could handle surgery and never felt the need to anyways. She swabs a small amount of swiftness potion combined with honey on her throat every so often, which raises the pitch of her voice! Tommy also ends up stitching most of her damaged clothes into skirts or bonnets!

Transfem!Niki- She does potion swabs like Tommy, but also got magic top surgery on the Perfect SMP, which, unlike the real world, involves curse of binding tattoos, regeneration potions, and a donor. She started dying her hair due to the surplus of dyes in L'Manberg and it gave her so much gender euphoria she almost started crying so she dyes it a new color every few months! She is unbothered by typically masculine clothing but enjoys parties and events where she doesn't have to worry about work/combat and can dress up :D

Transmasc!Fundy- Due to travelling a lot to more globally connected places opposed to small kingdoms and SMPs like other characters, Fundy got actual top surgery. After he got to the Dream SMP Wilbur made Tommy help him figure out how to make testosterone in a drug lab with medieval herbs. After Fundy is on his own he picks up smoking partially because of Schlatt and partially because of how it makes his voice sound :(. He always wears very baggy clothes and a trenchcoat and keeps his hair short.

Transmasc!Tubbo- Tubbo was fairly content for his early time on the SMP, as Tommy was the only one who knew him before he transitioned and was very supportive. After the Schlatt administration Tubbo's dysphoria increased. He also got magical top surgery, though this required finding a totem of undying, hand tattooing the curse of vanishing around his chest, stock piling on healing potions, and having a friend he trusted not to kill him (literally only Tommy at that point lol). Tommy also sewed shoulder pads and packers into his presidential suit :')

Transmasc!Badboyhalo- Gender is a fairly unimportant concept in the Nether, mostly due to it being an idea brought in by Overworld traders. Due to Bad's raising and rank he was never particularly affected by it, and quite literally had Skeppy pick his gender for him. He never felt the need for any kind of bodily change and can alter his voice at will via demonic magic! He also does not pick clothing based around gender presentation, just whatever he thinks looks best!

Nonbinary!Ranboo- Any concept the ancient people may have had when they fled to the end was gone by the time Ranboo came into existence. With no concrete memories of his past and living in a primarily Overworlder society, Ranboo defaults to using he/him as it's what they're referred to as most often. In their Enderwalk state they are not referred to often enough to consider it. It's only after Ghostboo forms with all of their memories that it is brought up in conversation, and they are referred to as such on their tombstone.

P.S.-whoops didnt mean to make that sad! might make a part two at some point or a proper explanation of Minecraft Transition Surgery (TM)

[peninkwrites]

The Green Room - Ch 2 of 4

Showfall Media’s recasting process starts with a trip to the green room. There, cast members are offered the truth before the slate is wiped clean…

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 3

NIKI NIHACHU - RECASTING 29

“Hello there, Niki!  Can you hear me?  Hm?  Hello, hun, come on, look at me.”

Niki hears someone snapping their fingers.  Her eyes focus on a hand in front of her face, slowly, the room swimming into view and with it, fear.

“H-Hello…?”

“Hi, Niki!  My name is Dr. Smith,” a woman in a lab coat with a clipboard smiles at her.

“Where… I don’t understand.  What’s… what’s going on?” Niki asks, and as she does, she remembers.  She remembers that she remembers almost nothing.  Niki sits up sharply, but finds that she cannot move very far.  Her wrists are strapped down to a chair.  She scans the room, panic hot in her chest.  It’s plain, furnished with plush couches and the two padded chairs across from each other, one of which she is tied down to.  She turns back to the woman across from her, accusing and sharp.  “I… I was shot.  How am I here if I was shot?”

The woman laughs.  “Wow, you are quick, huh?  I always forget just how quick you are!  Yes, you were shot, but hair and makeup fixed you up!”

Niki struggles to process.  “That doesn’t… that doesn’t make sense.  I was… he shot me.  He shot me twice,” there’s a tremor in her voice, as this she does remember, of course, the pain of it.  She remembers screaming for help, begging because she was still alive.  She remembers the second shot.

“Our hair and makeup team is very impressive, Niki,” the woman says condescendingly.  “Welcome to the green room!  Here, I will answer any and all questions you have before your recasting.”

“My… recasting.  Because it was a role.  You… you forced us all to play roles,” Niki resists a shudder.  “That’s what this is, right?  That’s why… on the carousel, I… I acted different.”

“Right again, Niki!  Don’t miss a trick, do you?”

“And I… I want to leave,” Niki’s voice continues to shake, but she keeps trying.  “I want to leave here, and… and you won’t let me, will you?”

“No, Niki.  I’m afraid not,” she says with false pity.  “You’re a Showfall castmember, which means you belong here.”

“No.  No, I don’t belong here.  You people are crazy.  You killed me!  A-And somehow you brought me back, but you still killed me!  You’re sick!” Niki shouts at her, struggling against the bonds to no avail.

“Maybe,” Dr. Smith shrugs.  “Call us crazy, sick, whatever you like, but you can’t say we’re not effective, hm?” She says like she’s made some grand point.  “We entertain.”

Niki’s vision blurs, tears welling up, but she can see well enough to spit at the woman’s face.

Dr. Smith stands up sharply, wiping spit from her face with clear disgust, but her voice remains calm.  “I forgot you did that,” she grimaces.  “That’s my bad.  I should’ve sat further away.”  She proceeds to do so, dragging her chair further back.  She takes a deep breath, as if to force herself to calm, Niki watching her carefully, and sits back down.  “You know, Niki, you’re always one of our trickiest cast members.”

“What’s… What does that mean?”

“Well, you’re our… second newest member, but you’ve had far more recastings for your time here.  There’s always something, isn’t there, Niki?  Something always bleeds through,” she says it almost scoldingly.

Niki feels a shred of pride through the pain and the rage.  “Does that not make sense, considering you people love to make us bleed?” She snaps icily.

The woman smiles, amused.  “Sure, if you like.  Although, compared to some of your other… mistakes during the shows, this last one wasn’t too bad, I suppose, just the tears, and then you finding the Puzzler too early, quick thinking on his part, you could’ve ruined the game if you figured things out any further.  Although, I will say, your propensity for memory does make recasting easier!” She adds this bit of praise brightly, to Niki’s chagrin.  “You piece things together much faster than the others.  Hm,” the woman scribbles something down on her clipboard.  “We might have to start delegating you to smaller roles, making sure you get picked off sooner.  The audience voting for you did throw a wrench in things.  Normally the girls aren’t the fan-favorites.”

“Fine, then stop this.  If I… if I ruin things, then just stop using me,” Niki is torn between anger and pleading.  Her own words are what break her.  Just stop using me.  A sob rises in her throat.  She doesn’t remember, but she knows enough.  She knows she’s been trapped here for a long time, she knows they have hurt her, that they will hurt her, and she knows she is helpless to stop them.  Tears pour free, she curls in on herself as much as she can with her wrists bound, chest shuddering with aching, heavy sobs.  She pleads uselessly, meaninglessly, because she doesn’t know what else to do.  “I want to go home… please, please just let me go.  I won’t… I won’t say anything, tell anyone what you did, I just want to go home…”

“Niki,” the woman sounds so kind, so pitying.  “You are home.  As home as you can be.  And I know you’ll never make your peace with that, trust me, we’ve been down this road before.”

Niki swallows back her sobs, nails scratching at the armrests, digging in, as rage, grief, and terror all swirl inside of her.  “I know,” she says dully.

“Do you?  Are we already there?”

“Already where?” She mutters bitterly, staring at the carpet, scuffed and faded beneath her bare feet.  She’s in white linen, almost like pajamas.  It feels sterile.

“You remember our past meetings?”

“No, but I know they’ve happened.  I can guess that much.”

“I always forget how clever you are,” she laughs, almost impressed.  “Do you have any questions for me, Niki?  About your past, maybe?”

Niki thinks carefully, wearily.  “On the carousel, I… I wanted to live.  I thought if I won, if I got chosen, I’d get to live, right?”

“Well, yes, that was the premise of that round of the game, sure.”

“But… but that was a lie,” she does not bury the tremor in her voice, eyes shut tightly, a shaky breath.  “There’s no way out, is there?  There’s… there’s nothing to win.  We’re just… we’re just made to go on,  aren’t we?  Just over and over again, whatever you want?”

“It’s not just what we want, Niki.  It’s for the audience,” Dr. Smith says with reverence.  “We’re here to please them.”

“Well, they’re the ones that voted for me to go on, so.  Maybe they should vote on letting me go,” Niki tries feebly.  She knows it won’t save her.  She doesn’t want to talk about anything else.

“That’s an interesting thought, Niki,” Dr. Smith says dryly, unamused.  “So, any questions about your past?”

“Why would you give me answers if not to hurt me?” She says, soft and accusing, finally looking up at that woman, hatred and pain radiating from her puffy eyes.

“Actually, it’s to make all this hurt less.  The more you know, the less jumbled it is in your head, the easier it is for us to recast you.”

“You mean… you mean reprogram.”

“Sure.  They mean the same thing.”

Niki closes her eyes, taking a few more deep breaths, allowing her tears to go free.

“Niki?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to ask you anything.  I just want this to be done.  I don’t want you to hurt me, but I know I don’t have a choice, so I’d rather not wait, please,” Niki’s voice breaks.  She’s so scared.  She doesn’t want to be scared.  She doesn’t have a choice in that either.  She chokes on a sob.  "I j-just want this to be done..."

There’s a pause, Dr. Smith considering this.  “Alright, Niki.  I… I suppose you’re ready for recasting.”

When they come to take her away, she doesn’t struggle.  She's still crying.

[stuck-in-hypna]

First of Summer

Niki x OC | Oneshot | Highschool AU | Oneshot

The first day of summer, the first day of our story...

-Niki's POV-

Today marks the last day of junior year and I’m all set for summer, nothing specific is planned though, just enrolled in some review classes for the upcoming college ability test this November.

For tonight though, it’s the dreaded junior-senior prom. As per the school’s tradition, this is like a send-off for the seniors while welcoming the juniors into semi-adulthood.

I, myself, don’t like these social functions—even my friends are all going with their respective dates. I didn’t ask anyone though; it wasn’t deemed necessary. I’m just going since this is the last time I’ll see my favorite seniors, especially Heeseung hyung.

Heeseung hyung took care of me since freshman year—when I first joined the dance club. He also introduced me to his friends who were part of it, and that made it easier for me. Although, I think, being part of that caused a rift between me and his sister, Lee Serin.

Serin has been my best friend growing up—we were basically friends since kindergarten. I didn’t know what happened, but I’m guessing that it’s because we had different interests, we just drifted apart.

The chats in the hallway were reduced to nods until it came to a point that we were completely ignoring each other.

She became popular, and probably her head ballooned with it. She’s untouchable, especially when her brother is the ever-so-famous Lee Heeseung.

Her friends are also the worst; everyone feared their little group, even the club knew how Heeseung hyung’s sister is problematic—how she’s such a spoiled brat, how she has a bigger allowance than him and an even better car which was gifted to her by their parents on her 16th birthday.

Speaking of, there she is now at one of the Science labs. Classes have been dismissed early today due to the event this evening, I wonder why she’s still here when everyone must be in their respective homes, getting ready or doing some last-minute touch-ups.

Unfortunately, I was assigned cleaning duties today, which explains why I’m still here. She, on the other hand looked glum, and she sat on one of the stools just outside the lab.

Now the problem is, how can I make her leave?

"Excuse me..." I approached her in the nicest way possible, "Lee Serin-ssi, I would need the stool so I can lock up the lab."

"I'm sorry?" she said with an automatic high-pitched voice. It's more or less 3 years since I last called her by her name, or rather talked to her.

"I said-" I was ready to repeat what I said, but she cut me off.

"I heard you.” she said icily. "Do I look like I’m deaf?" she gave me a disgusted look that says nobody shoos her away.

"Of course not, I wasn’t implying anything!" I said as if it was the most obvious thing to say. Maybe she still made me speechless, maybe because I still think she looks like a goddess. Okay, so nobody knew I liked her before.

Without another word, she stood up and kicked the stool away from the both of us, the loud clang sounded through the empty corridors.

"Thanks." I said in a non-sarcastic voice, but somehow it still annoyed her since she gave me a piercing look. "Did you need something else?" I asked as I looked at her in the same manner.

She just shook her head as response.

"Good. The place is empty, let me walk you to the parking lot. It's not safe here." I offered, and to my surprise, she agreed.

We walked silently for the first few steps, but I had the urge to start a conversation, "are you excited about the prom later?"

"I'm not..." she was too quick to reply accompanied by a frown.

"Why? You're probably going to be the prom queen..."

She became quiet for a minute as she sat on one of the benches that were near the school’s parking lot. "How can you be excited when the people voting for you don't even respect you?"

"What do you mean?" I sat beside her. It somehow reminded me of those times when all we did was kill time in each other’s backyard. "Of course, they respect you..."

"More like scared of me!” She scoffs, “That's why they're voting. This may sound too narcissistic but I know I'm the most envied girl in school, but at the same time, I know I'm the most hated." A sigh escaped her lips. "What about you? Were you planning to root for me at all?"

"Of course..." it wasn't a lie per se. I was indeed going to vote for her, and I think she's the prettiest of all the nominees.

"For what reason? A prom queen should be someone to represent the school in a good way, not because she's popular or the most envied one, or maybe just because she's rich. She should affect the people's lives in a positive manner, not bully them..."

"You affect them... but only, they get terrified!" I couldn't help but laugh at my lame joke, she did too.

“I know how my brother’s life is a living hell because of me and I know how excited he is so he can stay away from me when he goes to University—he must’ve ratted out how much of a bitch I am..”

She was right, Heeseung hyung had non-stop complained about her since she had this new set of friends. Telling us how they were all a bunch of useless brats that can’t do anything. I’m just surprised that she wasn’t affected.

"Nishimura Riki... Do you even want to go to the stupid prom?" she asked when I didn’t say anything. Serin mentioning my name again, after so long, made me feel giddy. It was the only thing that I needed to realize that I missed her, a lot. I shrugged as I glanced at her.

"Let's play hooky!" she said with a big grin. “Uhm, you don’t have a date, right?”

"I don’t have a date. But for real?"

"Yes! But I'm going to be dead for sure if Heeseung oppa finds out I didn't attend."

"I have an idea..." I offered, as she was all ears. "What if we don't skip the prom, just be late? What do you say?"

"Sounds like a plan. We're going to be fashionably late!" she giggled. "Come on, let’s head home first so you can change into your tux, and I can wear my ridiculous dress.”

We each rushed home, to prep for the evening. Both agreeing to see each other at 6:30, an hour and a half from now.

Mom thought I was excited about the prom as she took thousands of pictures. I was already frowning big time, but she still finds it adorable. Kept asking who my date was and didn't believe a single thing I said when I said I didn't have a date.

Oh great! There's one thing I forgot to ask, her number! Of all the things that I had to forget, it was this one essential thing.

I’m arguing with myself internally on whether to call Heeseung hyung or not. To call him and risk getting interrogated, or to wait for some miracle to happen and waste time?

My phone then rang, showing an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Niki... it's me, Serin." the voice on the other line replied.

"I was about to call Heeseung hyung to get your number." I laughed.

"I stole your number from his phone..." she said proudly. "So where are we going to meet?"

"Shall I pick you up?" I offered. "But I have to tell you, the car I’m driving is an older model, you may not want to be seen in something old and beat up!” I teased.

"It doesn’t matter, to be honest. I actually don’t care. I just asked my parents for my car so I can piss off Heeseungie oppa!" That surprised me, as I expected another reason. This made me grin unknowingly, my mom looking at me weirdly.

I faced the opposite side just so she wouldn’t see my face, "Great, I'll be there in 20 minutes."

We both hung up as I made my way to the car, trying to avoid any more conversation with my mother.

This is not a date, this is not a date, this is not a date. I kept repeating this to myself as I didn’t want to assume. It’s even more surprising that she didn’t have a date for the prom. 

It took me less than 20 minutes to reach their place, have I driven too fast?

Serin was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of the skirt flowed just above her knee, paired with a strappy high-heeled sandals which looked uncomfortable. The whole outfit she put together was not on the conservative side, but on her, it looked elegant. Breathtaking, in fact. She really is.

As a courtesy of course, I got off my car after I parked it, and I can tell that Heeseung hyung was surprised to see me.

"I didn't believe that you’re her date... I thought she was lying!"

"I told you oppa, I'm going with Niki..." she whined like a little kid. Cute.

"It's better that you go out with him since he's a close junior, just don't give him a headache, please. It’s already embarrassing enough to be your brother!" he scolded her. "Niki, take care of my sister, and I'm hoping that you’ll be patient enough with her. " He both pushed us lightly to my car, and we waved our goodbyes before leaving.

"Where are we going?" She was pretty excited when she asked.

"I have no idea..." I confessed. I didn't plan the whole thing, since I wasn't really good at stuff like this. She must've sensed my hesitation when she spoke.

"It's okay, lets grab some takeout first and then I know this place..."

We chatted like old friends as we drove, she was nothing like the Park Serin that everyone knew from school, tonight, she was just the fun-loving, silly girl that I used to be friends with.

After we got the food, she instructed me to drive until we reached a secluded place, which was overlooking the city. The air was fresh, far from the city's pollution.

"I often go here when I feel like my life is useless..." she stated. We were both sitting in my car's hood, looking at the city lights, "this place is like my sanctuary..."

She continued to speak without inhibitions, "When we were in our last year of middle school, I felt the pressure. I started to change without even knowing it until it came to the point that I got lost, and I didn't even know who I was... and after talking to you today, I was reminded of how happy I was back then... so thank you."

Dumbstruck was the perfect word to describe me at this moment, I didn't know what to say. This was the person that I fell in love with before. She was the Serin that I knew... the one I’ve always admired.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she tilted her head, her clueless expression was so inviting.

And this made me realize that I never really stopped liking her. I just became contented with looking at her from afar.

"Nothing..."

"Oh come on!"

"It's just that..." I didn't finish my sentence, instead, I touched her cheeks, then slowly lowered my face to hers and kissed her. I can tell that she was shocked at first, but she slowly reciprocated.

"I've always wanted to do that..." I admitted, "but I never had the chance."

She rested her head on my shoulder, "you should've done that before... I needed a wakeup call.”

"Are you kidding? You were so high and mighty in school, I even thought you forgot about me.

"Well... not really, but the people around me made me feel like I had no life back then. I hate the idea that I had to give in with peer pressure. And I had this tiny crush on you, I thought you should know." She lowered her voice into a whisper.

“What? Can you speak a bit louder please?”

She hit my arm softly, and I knew she was shy about it, but still it was fun to tease her this way.

"It's okay babe, at least we're good now... and if you must know, I like you before too, and I still do.” That confession made her smile, “I wish we can just stay here…”

"Idiot, we can't. We still must go to the prom..."

I frowned, "Why?"

"Because I want to show you off!"

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Time passed by so quickly that when we got to the prom, it was just in time for the announcement of the prom king and queen. The school principal was the one who announced it, but it wasn't Serin.

We were standing in the middle of the crowd, giving applause along with the rest of the students, I initially thought that Serin would be disappointed, but I was wrong--she was smiling from ear to ear with a look of contentment plastered on her pretty face

"Serin! I thought you wouldn’t make it!" one of her friends approached us, "What are you doing with him?" The said friend looked at me from head to foot, repulse evident in her eyes.

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" Serin snapped, "and Niki is my date. Now if you'll excuse us."

“Was that okay?” I probed as she dragged me to the dance floor, “I mean she’s still your friend…”

“Ah, the friend that spreads baseless rumors about me.” She then wrapped her arms around my neck as we found our spot and started slow dancing as Butterfly by The Boyz started playing.

She tiptoed a little and gave me a kiss on my right cheek and smiled. I panicked internally when I realized that we were in front of the whole senior class, and I was right when I saw Heeseung hyung and the others looking at me, equally astounded but quietly cheering me on.

“Heeseung hyung is going to kill me!” I muttered and when she heard she looked around, instantly finding her brother staring at the both of us, arms crossed, as if waiting for an explanation.

“Oh he’ll live with it!” she rolled her eyes and gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. “I want to see him try though!”

This is going to be the most interesting summer of my life!

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[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

some colour themed excerpts I wrote for an activity on Reddit

“Tommy.”

Niki gave a guilty look as she stood on the doorstep to the dirt hovel the boy- just a boy, that was right, he’d never been allowed to get older- as she almost expected someone to answer. Sighing, she pushed the door open.

It was abandoned in a rush, the ghosts of a dead boy still holding through in a half-finished letter on the side, bed half-made, broken disc still running in the jukebox. Dust had gathered over the years, leaving the absence of the bright eyed, loud boy that should have been bouncing around every corner, sun yellow hair and sky blue eyes and skin freckled like the stars, suffocating.

“I.” Her voice dried up in her throat. What should she say? I’m sorry for trying to kill you? I’m sorry I freed that man? I’m sorry you’re dead? I’m sorry I never got to say sorry, for what not only I did to you but what we all did?

She'd hated him, once, but his absence had almost stung harder than Jack's and Tubbo's. Almost. It wasn’t the same sort of longing for friendship, but the bitter, venomous guilt she’d tried so hard to project onto him or Wilbur so she didn’t have to deal with it herself.

“I baked a cake for you,” she settled on, leaving the confectionery by the bedside in absence of a grave. “I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but I want to move on. And… I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.”

As she turned around, her time in this dimension running short, she swore she saw a grinning boy in his old uniform, just for a second.

—

“Tommy. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…” Dream grinned, jade green eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What did you see?”

“I- I-“ Tommy hyperventilated, pulling his knees up to his chin and hugging them tightly. “I- I-“

Dream kicked his ribs, and Tommy wailed, gagging up blood onto the floor as he crumpled. “Next time, tell me straight away, and I won’t have to punish you. You're not a person now, you’re a lab rat, and you need to remember that.”

—

“Aww, what did you make for me, Mikey?”

The zombie piglin child shyly pressed the drawing into Tubbo's hands, humming. Slowly, he signed the word “family”, darting his eye towards the floor.

“Your family?” Tubbo couldn’t help but be curious about the kid. He and Ranboo had let him stay in the mansion, of course, after they couldn’t find his home, and they’d almost started to see him as a son, but of course, he must have a family back there. It was like a stab to the gut, but it was for the best that Micheal go home, if he had one.

Micheal nodded, his pigtails bouncing.

Smiling, Tubbo opened up the paper, and gasped at what he saw. It was him, Ranboo, and Micheal, in amber and gold childish scribbles. Written next to him and Ranboo, in shakey text, was “daddies” and next to Micheal was “miky”.

Tubbo was tearing up. He'd never expected to be a father so young, at seventeen, but fuck, he loved his little Micheal more than anything, and the idea that the shy kid who still hid under his covers loved him like a father- it was enough to get to him.

Micheal anxiously pawed at Tubbo's fur. “Da-da?” His words had the same clipped tone Techno and Ranboo had, an Enderian accent.

“I'm okay, Mikey. Just… happy.”

—

“Do you know what this colour is?”

“Eau de nil.” Tommy gave an unimpressed glare. “What, did you think I didn’t know colours because I’m a Big Man? That’s a bit sexist, innit.”

Tubbo blinked. “I was just asking a question, man.”

—

The crater was stained by explosions, the colour of ash painting over every flag, every charred skeleton that would have been a house, every bone peeking out that Tubbo could only hope was an animal, and not one of his citizens.

It didn’t get easier. Whoever said that was a fucking liar. Tubbo always found himself back at those ruins, almost instinctively, and each time it felt like a punch to the gut, a sign of his failures. Maybe if he hadn’t been president, maybe…

You shouldn’t be expected to do any different. You were a child. It wasn’t your fault. some selfish part of him says, and he wants so bad to believe it but he can’t.

—

Tommy stood on the beach, a strained smile and tears already starting to form, as Wilbur took his leave. For some reason, he got the urge in those final moments to study everything- the tilt of his brow, the cascading blond locks that hadn’t been cut in months, that gaunt, pale face of his, the deep cerulean of his staring eyes.

Wilbur waved goodbye-

And that would be the last time he ever saw his brother alive.

—

A trail of crimson lead the hunter to his prey, wobbly footsteps in the snow slowly tapering along the same path. Taking the moment to analyse their distance, Dream realised with an amused hum that Tommy couldn’t have been able to do much more than hobble away. The determination of that boy always astonished him.

“Oh, Tommy…” he trilled, sadistic excitement in his voice. it was fine it was fine he could have a little fun he wasn’t a bad person right “I've found you!”

—

Tubbo slipped the silver ring onto one of Ranboo's claws by the light of the fire, and Ranboo did the same with a golden one.

“So… we're married now?” Ranboo twitched his ears.

“Yeah. I mean, I’d like to have a wedding some day, but for now…” Tubbo sighed, leaning onto his friend's- no, his husband's- shoulder. “Shit's pretty hectic. I just- y’know. I thought we should do it, before, y’know. Maybe one of us won’t live til eighteen, till there’s enough peace we can have parties and flowers. I don’t wanna be buried without you by my side.”

“That’s. Pessimistic.”

“Realistic, if you’re to be honest.” Tubbo took a second to take it all in. “So. Marriage. Does it feel like how you expected?”

“It doesn’t feel any different at all, honestly.”

“It doesn’t.” Tubbo leaned further into the warmth of Ranboo's vest. “That’s why I like it so much.”

—

Quackity unfurled his wings for the first time in a long while as he lay on the stone floor of the ravine, breathing a sigh of relief as they freed themselves from their bindings.

Schlatt had made him hide them- ugly things, he said, a disgusting mustard yellow colour that looked unsightly with every suit and left him looking far too hideous to be the eye candy he wanted, but he wasn’t Schlatt's anymore. He'd thrown his engagement ring into the fucking mud, where it belonged, and seeing the empty air on his fingers where the diamond ring used to be felt like a chain cut loose.

“You sure you don’t want a sleeping bag, Big Q?” Tommy said quizzically, tending to the fire.

Quackity yawned, rolling over onto the soft feathers of one of his wings and blanketing himself with the other. “Nah, man. I'm fine.”

“You gusta?”

Quackity laughed. “Yeah, me gusta.”

—

“Tommy?”

The ghost's voice sounded frailer than ever, barely audible from inside the Tnret, and Tommy didn’t move from where he was curled up on the makeshift bed.

“Tommy?” he repeated. “Tommy, if you’re not going to come out I’m going to have to come in because I’m melting in the rain.”

Tommy groaned. “Sure. Fine. C'mon in, Ghostbur.”

The half-melted parts of the ghost immediately sprung back to normal the second he saw Tommy, smile widening across his face. “Hi, Tommy. I missed you and I wanted to give you some blue, because I knew you were upset because…” He scrunched up his face in concentration. “Because of something! I can’t remember.”

Dream, but Ghostbur didn’t need to know that. Tommy gave the ghost a weak grin. “Go ahead then, man. I’m waiting.”

Cheerfully, Ghostbur took some of the sky blue substance flowing out of where a wound would have stood if he was a human, pressing the weird-feeling, sorta powdery substance he seemed to love so much in Tommy's palm. “There you go. Calm yourself.”

—

“… Do you think I look like a freak?”

Tubbo didn’t process Tommy's soft voice for a second, the vulnerability foreign. The idea of Tommy- loud Tommy, excitable Big Man Tommy- ever openly stating his insecurities where anyone could hear… that wasn’t like him at all.

“Course not. Why'd you think so?”

Tommy glanced down at the ground, and Tubbo gripped tighter onto his arm. Surely, he wouldn’t let himself fall from the tower, but Tubbo had thought the same and been wrong once before. “I mean- I can’t grow up, for one. You and Ranboo, you’re all tall and shit and you're not all skin and bones, and you’re getting all- y’know, like an adult, and I still look like a fucking kid. I’m stuck looking like I am the day I died. I look so weird next to you, now. You’re a grown ass man, and I’m a fuckin' teenager.”

Tommy took a breath, tugging on the white ends of his fringe. “And-and you've seen what he's done to me. The bruises, the scars, the white in my hair and how my skin's all grey and sickly looking. And- you can see every one of my bones. I look like I haven’t ate in days, and it’s not- no matter how much I eat, I look like I’m a freak. How do you stand it?”

Tubbo buried Tommy in a hug, holding him tight. “You’re my best friend, man. You could never look- look like a freak to me. Just a Tommy. Like, dude. Do you think my scars make me look freaky?”

“Of course not!”

“Well, there you go.”

—

Tommy clung to Sam's back like it was a lifelife, the foliage beneath his fingers rustling and letting out a soft hiss. The rain fell down in sheets, soaking through the meagre rags he had left and leaving sodden curls stuck to his face, and it was an uncomfortable ride- even if Sam was like a centaur and shit, that didn’t mean he knew how to carry a half-conscious teenager comfortably through the night.

Tommy had never felt happier in weeks.

He was free. He was free and Sam wasn’t going to let him go- go back there. He'd promised. Tommy buried his face into the soft, grass like material that covered Sam like fur- green, but a dark forest green, not his green- and cried, for the first time in a long time, tears of happiness and not sorrow.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Child’s play

by peachyy312

He made a promise to himself that he will stay out of trouble forever.. at least for a few years, until he could buy his own car.

He is- he will 100% keep that promise, but he really wanted needed to do this first. It was way too important to ignore, and after he finished he’s done. Done.

The only issue that he got caught in the middle of this very important, extremely urgent task of his (that he had to do) and now he’s being chased down, through the city, at 2 am, in the fuckin’ cold, by an old ass, lab rat looking sociopath, who he could easily take in a fight, but unfortunately the guy has a gun, and he doesn’t.

Speaking of.. it’s been a long time since he started running and he might actually lost hi-

BANG

Oh well okey there he goes..

•••

Or Tommy sticked his nose in someone else’s business and now he’s paying for it.

Or or i did something i never thought i will

Words: 1609, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson | Philza, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Niki | Nihachu, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Villain Wilbur Soot, Villain Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Vigilante TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Families of Choice, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, but with good intention, Child TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Foster Child TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Child Abuse, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, i do not like tagging why is it so hard, Attempt at Humor, Character Death, probably idunno yet, Injury, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Supervillains, TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Dream Team Ensemble, Blood and Violence, Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot and Technoblade's Parent, TommyInnit turns into a child basically

[drakinq]

Dance 05/01-05/04

Monday 050123 -

I took Jasons class Monday night while running on an hour of sleep. But I swear it was the best freestyle I’ve ever released. I really felt like I was exploring. The reason I was so bent on taking Jasons is because after a long weekend of work and not dancing, I’m finally ready to push myself to get back on top of the training I said I was going to get into all year.

I tried to hop in Matts after but he was so far ahead already I wasn’t able to catch up. I already know about myself that Matt’s style isn’t my favorite but I know how much it would benefit my skills to train under him. But this particular night, I think it was safe to call it a wrap. I was only on an hour of sleep and had my wisdom teeth removal and decided to go home. I want to try again next week but now I know I have to be on time to his shit.

Tuesday 050223 -

This day I got my wisdom teeth out and jumped straight into Andys. It helped it was the same dance for in the lab last weekend but I felt like I didn’t get to fully commit to that anyways. So it was a good class for me personally, with my face swollen and all. Either way I felt super confident in that dance by the end. Marlyn and Niki came in late and I was fine until the end when Andy didn’t put me in the same group as them, but instead a group where I was the only one that knew the dance. I was trying not to overthink it, but of course it lingered in the back of my mind if I’m just not as good as Marlyn. Personally from my own movement I would have loved to see more character and power behind each move. Andy asked me if I battled after because my freestyle was so good and I loved that.

The second class was Niki and it was fight till the end. I was trying how to figure out how to find my own approach to her style but I still felt off. I watched Marlyn do the dance and she did amazing. Of course she popped up all over my instagram the next day with videos of her and Niki and it wasn’t my favorite thing to see. It feels like she’s surpassing me and I wouldn’t care so much if we actually liked each other, but now that I see her true colors towards me, I can’t help but notice. Either way Niki said she could review the dance with me Sunday which is perfectly on training schedule since Sundays are review days.

Wednesday 050323

Wednesday was Tre’s house class. I was late and made it to the last 30 minutes but I def think it’s good for me to start taking that class consistently. I liked the across the floor drills and I feel like if I go every week, by the time the Link comes, I’ll actually have some training in that style under my belt.

Thursday 050423

Rhythmhood session was last night and once again I feel like it was some of my best solo freestyle. The reason I wanted to start going was so that I could push myself to hop in cyphers but it didn’t happen last night. I’m trying not to be too hard on myself because at least I came. I’ve been showing up all week so I feel like I just need to try again next time. Lam also gave me some great information on Hiphop which I feel the need to study and indulge in.

…

Tonight is the lab session that I’m working by myself once again. I’m tired of being the only one that works the session. I want to dance too. I’m trying to ignore the fact that the other reps are in projects while my dance career is dry right now, but I do think about it often. I know I’m still training and just trying to take advantage of feeling consistent for my own confidence. I already know Marlyn is gonna be there tonight with her friends all cliqued up which annoyed me the last time. I’m trying to figure out a way I can still be a great host and not feel insecure and not feel like all the work rely’s on me. WWMD, what would Monyett. I would love to be not the only one that works the session but even then I feel like the others don’t work as hard as I do to make the sessions great they are more focused on dance. But I think tonight will be a great example of me trying to set the example. As far as Marlyn, I’m just gonna have to work business per usual.

[sparklingsjy]

enhypen's reaction to you getting them jealous with other members

note: requested by anon!

contains: fluff and suggestive for some of hyung line! niki kisses you !!?!?;"$

heeseung:

you and hee have been dating for quite some time but he wasn't used to pda in front of his members yet

on the other hand, you and sunoo are close friends and hee's always been jealous of you two

once you guys are at a little party with friends, sunoo and you decide to get him jealous :>

you and heeseung were speaking with his old lab partner but she rarely paid any attention to you and got touchy with him

obviously this irritated you but it also helped you push forward with your plan on getting heeseung jealous !

you make eye contact with sunoo and lightly brush your ear (which is the signal to come over and get the show started LMAO)

"y/n! you seem so bored here, let's dance!"

"hmm alright!"

you two both run off while heeseung is watching in a confused state

sunoo tells the dj to switch to his the weeknd playlist to make this <spicy> between you two

hee switches places with the girl so that he has a better view of you and sunoo but whew that may of been a mistake

you and sunoo were all up on each other which was a sight heeseung was clearly not found of since when you looked at him, he was staring daggers at sunoo

to piss him off even more, you just smirked and brought sunoo closer

that definitely pushed it when he dragged you out and into the car

"heeseung . . you can't just take me out of a party when i'm having fun!"

"is grinding on sunoo fun to you?"

"i was not grinding??"

"you think i'm oblivious?"

"sometimes"

"you're done for when we get home"

"what is that supposed to mean . . ."

"means you gotta behave for me y/n"

heeseung looked at you with darkened eyes which meant you were in for a night of edging :')

jay:

enha members decided to have a movie marathon since it was their first free night without having to practice

you and jay were dating but lately he's been distant with you so you weren't sure if you wanted to join them

"i don't know sunghoon . . . he's been acting weird lately"

"let's teach him a lesson then"

"what do you mean by that?"

"you'll see"

once it got darker, everyone got set up for the movie marathon in the living room

"should we watch something scary?"

"noo you know how easily scared sunoo is!"

"i'm not easily scared!"

"you were in tears every time pennywise showed up"

"that's different . . ."

you woke up a bit late so once you got to the living room, all the seats were taken

"y/n! there's no room on the couch for you uhh"

everyone started glancing at jay but once they noticed he didn't even acknowledge your presence, that's when sunghoon decided to speak up

"that's alright, she can sit on my lap"

which is exactly what you did and this clearly caught jay by surprise

yeah he's been distant with you but it wasn't because of anything bad . . he just felt like he was too clingy with you and didn't want you uncomfortable if he pushed your limits

a good hour passed and most of the members were already asleep, sunghoon included

on the other hand, jay was not able to keep his eyes off of you two

you sitting on his lap was already pissing him off but the fact that you were brushing your fingers through hoonie’s hair made him even more upset

so, he walked over, picked you up, and took you to his room, ignoring jake’s comment on being gentle with you

"jay?"

"did you forget you're with?"

"considering you barely paid any attention to me . . yeah i did, and?"

"seems like i have to remind you then princess . . . you just have to keep quiet"

butterflies. that's all you were able to feel besides the dampness between your legs

"we don't want to wake up your hoonie now do we?"

honestly praying for your legs because angry sex with jay is on a whole other level

jake:

you and jake were inseparable

everyone knew by now you two were a couple but that didn't stop people from getting touchy with either of you

you, enha, and some other idols were having a little hangout session when you noticed seeun getting a little too "friendly" with jake

your bestie jungwon clearly took a notice to your attitude change and followed your eyes to the pair

"isn't it obvious he's yours?"

"should be by now but my main concern is him letting her get touchy"

"y/n . . . want to make him jealous?"

"how?"

that's when jungwon got up, looked for a bottle of some sort, and stood in the middle of the room

"alright everyone! who wants to do spin the bottle?"

cheers emerged and you noticed jake sit next to heeseung while seeun followed closely behind

jake made eye contact with you and smiled but you didn't return it as seeun whispered something in his ear

she then got up and moved opposite of jake while he was scratching his neck awkwardly

jungwon was sat across from you and the game began

a few rounds later, jungwon spinned the bottle and luckily it landed on you!

"ooh y/n and jungwon are going to kiss~"

jake was watching you two get closer and closer until he had enough

"jungwon! you can't kiss her . . i won't let you"

"why not? it's not like you two are dating or anything~"

"but we are. she's mine and can only kiss me!"

jake confirming your relationship made everyone cheer while seeun had a shocked expression

jake pulled you to sit in front of him and wrapped his arms around you

"you know i only love you y/n . . . right?"

"of course jake! i just wanted to get you jealous since seeun was so touchy with you"

"i'm sorry love, i'll make sure to set boundaries next time"

he kissed your head and you guys watched chaos unfold every time the bottle got spun <3

sunghoon:

you guys were at a mall with hyung line and considering how handsome sunghoon is . . . you were kinda used to girls drooling over him

because of this, you and hoon are always making the other person jealous

sooo it wasn't a surprise when you winked at him while heeseung had his arm around your waist

why was he doing this anyways? well . . . a girl approached sunghoon for his number and he smirked at you when he took her phone to put it in

that's when you told gullible heeseung to put his arm around around and whew hoon did not like this at all

yeah you guys get each other jealous but it never went far as to being physical with other people

"y/n . . . why did you ask me to do this?"

"cause sunghoon gave his number to a girl!"

"but aren't you two dating?"

"that's what i thought . . . "

heeseung understood where you were coming from so he went along with your little plan

once you all returned to the dorms, sunghoon pulled you aside

"what?"

"you think i didn't notice heeseung being all touchy with you?"

"i hoped you would've saw"

"yeah? why? is it because i gave my number away~"

"you're funny hoon . . . it's because heeseung looked so cute today, he deserved to get some affection~"

"yeah?"

"yeah!"

"you're gonna regret saying that princess"

"oh really?"

testing hoon's limits never ended well

i mean . . . in a way it did

you guys finished doing your <thing> and he cradled you into his arms

"you know, i actually gave her your number"

"eh? but you smirked at me!"

"yeah cause i like seeing you jealous~"

"sunghoon!"

"you get so cute! i do not like you being touchy with my friends though :("

"i'm sorry love"

"i'll forgive you this time~"

sunoo:

you and sunoo were such a lovely couple that even the enha members envied you two

"y/n and sunoo are so cute together~ it's not fair"

"when will i find a relationship like theirs?"

you two were so sweet and cautious with each other because you both really care about each other's feelings

however, niki had a big influence on you sometimes :<

"y/n! let's make sunoo jealous~"

"niki . . . noo"

"why not! it'll be funny to see his reaction since he's always so happy!"

"it's mean to do!"

"yeah? well i did see him and kazuha be so cozy this morning . . ."

"what? he wouldn't . . ."

"but he did!"

"niki . . ."

"come on y/n! don't you want revenge~"

and that is how you found yourself sticking to niki for the day

sunoo obviously took this to notice and got upset since he got no attention from you

he isn't the type to get jealous since he knows you care a lot about his feelings but seeing you and niki feed each other gave him a little pang on his heart :(

once night time fell, you went to niki's room and played some video games together

"i'm gonna take a break . . . you keep beating me and i don't even know how!"

"it's cause i'm better~"

"whatever . . ."

you went to get a cup of juice when you ran into sunoo

"y/n . . ."

you noticed his voice was crac noking up and looked up to see teary eyed sunoo :(

"sunoo? why are you crying!"

"you're being mean today . . ."

"what? niki said you were being cozy with kazuha . . ."

"she was giving me advice on how to plan our anniversary y/n . . ."

all you could do was open your mouth in shock

"i'm sorry sunoo :(" and boom you were both crying

"it's okay y/n . . . i know you meant no harm but it hurts seeing you with niki like that"

you guys ended up crying into each other's arms while the members walked out of their rooms in question

"what the hell happened?"

"and why are you guys crying at this time? it's 2 am!"

both you and sunoo started giggling and he wiped your tears away

"you guys get back to sleep! i'll deal with you in the morning niki . . ."

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"sure . . ."

everyone went back to their rooms while you and sunoo had a cuddle session in his room <3

jungwon:

you and wonnie have been together for six months now

and it has been THE BEST six months of your life <3

however  . . . you do get jealous when you see him speaking to this girl on campus

you thought it would stop but it seemed like they got closer as the days passed by

jay was very observant so he also noticed and nudged you gently

“i see you eyeing them like they’re your prey”

“i don’t like how close they’re getting . . .”

“understandable. i would feel the same way.”

you put your head on jay’s shoulder and sighed

“want to get him a bit jealous?”

“i’m petty but not that petty . . . yes i do!”

jay held your hand and you both walked over to them

“hey guys! y/n and i are going to the movie theatre later, want to join?”

jungwon noticed you two holding hands and looked up with a confused expression

“oh that would be great! right wonnie?”

wonnie? she’s calling him WONNIE?

jay noticed your eyebrows furrow and started getting nervous for them both

“uh yeah sure we can join”

“great! we can all meet at my place!”

you wrapped your arm around jay’s arm and smiled

“yup! see you two later!”

once you and jay got far enough you were fuming

“did you hear what she called him? wonnie? are you kidding me?”

“yeah no other person calls him that besides us and you . . .”

“we are def going to get him back tonight”

“hell yeah y/n!”

hours passed and you were already at jay’s waiting for them to arrive

once you heard a knock on the door, you opened it and saw jungwon with the girl standing next to each other

despite jungwon being your boyfriend, she had her arm wrapped around his and smiled

“hi y/n!”

jay walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while resting his head on your shoulder

“hey . . .”

you and jungwon were staring at each other awkwardly and he removed her arm from his

“hi love”

jungwon gives you a quick peck and jay removes himself off you

"hi . . ."

"ohh is she your girlfriend?"

"yes she is! i've been meaning to introduce you to her"

"i'm minji! jungwon 's cousin~"

COUSIN?!?!

you and jay both smiled nervously at her

"oh uh hi!"

jungwon smiled at you and sent you a wink

"let's head out!"

jay grabbed his keys and walked with you behind jungwon and minji

"i did not know they were related"

"me neither . . ."

you guys went to watch a comedy movie and once it was done, you guys had dinner and left for home.

jungwon dropped off jay and minji while you two were sitting in awkward silence

"so . . . you and jay?"

"i'm honestly so sorry . . . i didn't know you guys were cousins!"

"it's okay dear. were you two trying to get me jealous?"

"yeah . . ."

"well it worked a little bit. just don't do it again since you're mine, okay?"

"of course wonnie~"

you guys went to his place and watched another movie while talking about each other's day <3 #jungwonisinnocent!

niki:

you and niki are childhood friends who like each other

will you confess to him? most likely not

will he confess to you? definitely not

that all changes when you decide to make him jealous . . . using his own best friend >:)

"jake! you know how niki likes me but won't ask me out?"

"y/n~ yess why?"

"AHA! i knew he liked me!"

"eh?? did i just give him away?"

"yes you did jakey >:)"

"don't tell him i said anything!"

"i won't . . . unless you help me make him jealous!"

"jealous? i'm listening >:)"

"okay so during practice let's be all flirty with each other to see his reaction :D"

"ooh okok!"

"see you then!"

2 hours passed and jake texted you saying to go to the practice room

you made your way down and saw them all practicing pass the mic

niki looked at you and rolled his eyes while smiling right after

butterflies butterflies BUTTERFLIES!

jake noticed you started blushing and once they took a break, he made his way over to you first

"hii y/n~" he said while pinching your cheeks

you were confused at first since you forgot about the plan until you glanced at niki seeing him furrow his eyebrows

"hii jakey~"

jake lied down on top of you so that his head was on your lap

you started patting his head and heeseung walked over to you both

"ohh jake and y/n look so cute together don't they niki?"

heeseung winked at you and giggled once niki came over

"she can do better"

jake sat up and put his arm around you

"nah i think she's fine with me"

"not with the way she was eyeing me down during the practice"

the members started oohing and jake stood up in front of niki

"at least i'm confident enough to confess"

that's when you stood up and giggled

"yeah?"

"yeah!"

niki pulled you in, cupped your face, and kissed your lips

"you don't have the guts to do that though" he said smirking at jake

everyone was shocked but started laughing

"YOOO WE WERE JUST JOKING I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD KISS HER"

"oh . . . well at least you can back off of her now"

jake laughed and niki pulled you to him for a hug

"did you have to get me jealous y/n?"

"just wanted to see your reaction~"

he laughed and kissed your forehead

"before anyone else tries to do the same thing, will you be my girlfriend?"

"hmm i'll have to think about it!"

niki started pouting which made you laugh

"of course niki! now get back to practicing~"

"just for you dork~"

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ending note: thank you for reading !

[thespoonisvictory]

Top Ten Most Wilbur Streams Ever:

rules: no dsmp lore streams, no music streams. I also tried to pick one from each ‘category’ of wilbur streams.

10. ‘If Niki Laughs the Stream Ends’ - feat. Niki

I showed extreme self-restraint in not adding more Niki-Wilbur solo streams. Anyway, this is the most enjoyable Wilbur ylyl vod, and one of the best of the Niki-Wilbur chill content genre. Besides their great chemistry, the Shawty bit is one of my favorites from the chat, and Niki losing it at the dumbest videos is just really enjoyable.

9. ‘mcc 12 - How long can I go without saying 'Gogy' ‘- feat. TapL, Phil, George

This team got first place four games in a row, had everyone in the top ten at one point, and looked great doing it. Wilbur’s chemistry with TapL and George despite having not made much content with them is off the charts, and it’s generally just such a fun vod to watch. Not only that, but their complete dominance and ease in so many games make this a really satisfying pov to watch, making this a rare vod where the gameplay and jokes are both at the top of their game. their communication and morale and skills and insane battle box comeback make this vod my favorite mcc team for Wilbur.

8. ‘Ultimate Chicken Horse (Post-nap stream)’ - feat. Niki, Fundy, Phil, and Tommy

Just a good time. Peak early dream smp content groups where people were just trying different dynamics out. Fundy shrieking when he died, everyone doing so poorly. They spend twenty minutes at the beginning trying to get Tommy to leave so Niki can play, some random dude accidentally joins. Cinema.

7. ‘Text-To-Speech Mediashare’ - feat. Phil’s assistance

Chaotic energy in the year of our lord 2020. The premise is simple: typing in chat activates a voice command, such as the word “clap” producing a clapping sound. This, as you can imagine, goes horribly, and breaks several times, while generally being overwhelming. At one point, Wilbur thinks he broke the entirety of twitch. This is where the clip of him reacting to the pigeon’s head coming off is from, it’s top tier.

6. ‘Minecraft 100 Player Lab Rat Experiment’ - feat. Technoblade

Definitely the best 100p in stream format, although I prefer the edited videos of some others, which is what keeps the moles and birds stream off this list. This is peak techbur content, what more can I say. uhhhh the techno burning his hand story makes me laugh every time I hear it, give it a watch.

5. ‘drunk geoguessr and minecraft with Niki, Fundy’ - feat. Fundy, Tubbo, Niki, Jack

Literally does “drunk christmas eve stream with dream smp gang” need more explanation? Drunk mamma mia!! Drunk geoguessr! Wilbur gives a giant sappy rant about how he loves his audience! Tubbo accidentally making Wilbur and Jack chug a ton of vodka is a highlight, but the whole stream just has a bubbly chaotic energy that really bottled the late 2020 dream smp vibes. 

4. 'It's time for monopoly‘- feat. Niki, Minx

It is a three-hour vod of actually playing monopoly and it is the funniest gameplay of it I’ve seen in my life. Minx doesn’t know how to play monopoly and struggles the entire time, yet somehow, she’s winning for a majority of it. It’s the most shit-talky we’ve ever seen Wilbur be. featuring bits such as ‘Pussy so good gotta put it in jail- uh’, ‘it’s free parking you stupid bitch’, Minx taking so long on her turns that Wilbur starts timing them, and Minx trying to think of warm places to go and only being able to think of Spain. Wilbur comes from behind to win the whole thing through psychological warfare, Minx loses her shit. Iconic. It’s one of those streams where the full three-hour experience is needed to feel the relief when Wilbur wins, and yet it doesn’t drag at all.

3. LAST HOUSE STREAM Short fun improv n that with Jack and Tommy - feat. Jack, Tommy

This is Wilbur’s funniest stream. Ever. I’ve watched it like five times and it still makes me laugh hysterically, it’s the peak of crimeboys humor. While everyone has their favorite bits, there’s really not a bad one, but finding out that Tommy does a great Karen accent and Jack and Wilbur rping distraught girlfriends are highlights. It’s just. So funny. Watch it.

2. skyblock randomizer finale - feat. my tears

I don’t think the vod even exists anymore, but the edited video does. It’s notorious for making people cry, and for good reason. I talk about it more here, but what made this series so unique was Wilbur’s ability to carry a story entirely solo, in such a solitary and empty environment. It shows how simple it is for people to get attached to things, for them to build a home and find things to love, and it’s all over a pixelated fish.

1. Quackity Wine Stream - feat. Quackity, George

It’s all fresh in our minds, so I’m sure I don’t have to recap too much, but this is easily the best of the “Wilbur is rambling freely about whatever topic comes to mind” streams that actually exist on Wilbur’s channel. Wilbur and Quackity have amazing chemistry and just have really candid conversations about their friendship and content creation as a whole, once they get started there’s not really a moment of uninteresting discussion. Plus, the fact that they’re getting progressively more drunk is an added bonus, also Wilbur’s beret is really cute. Who knows if it’ll stay my favorite as time passes but it is rn