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[lustagel]

LOSER! RODRICK HEFFLEY * readers race is not mentioned, mwah! . ⟡

loser! rodrick barely has any friends but his band members. only wears his bands t-shirts and listens to music that hurts your ears. always in the garage practicing with his band, if not with his girlfriend. puppy dog eyes and longing stares. not-no-secret softie. wannabe rockstar. has a shoebox hidden under his bed full of ticket stubs from concerts, crumpled notes and photos of/from his girlfriend.

loser! rodrick can't wrap his head around how he even got her in the first place and neither can his parents. ego boost after getting a girlfriend and no one knows how she even puts up with him. tries to impress her in anyway he can. mostly rolls her eyes at his stupidity but clearly finds him amusing and has a soft spot for his cluelessness.

loser! rodrick yearns for her kisses and chases her lips every time he gets a chance. smells of her almost always because he’s always around her and on her. gives the most softest kisses to the top of her ears. follows her anywhere with dreamy eyes. writes terrible songs for her but has never shared them with anyone. asks her to kiss his drummer sticks for good luck and of course she does after telling him how stupid it is.

loser! rodrick knows everything about his girlfriend. her favorite sweet treat, what makes her heart arch, the color she adores the most, what makes her laugh he most, what perfume she buys the most, her favorite show and genre, how she tastes (believes he’s been blessed by the gods themselves to even be able to get a hand on you).

୨ he's such a loser he moaned into your mouth the first time you kissed

୨ loser! rodrick following cool! reader around when she’s wearing a swimsuit

୨ cool! reader being everybody's favorite person in some way shape or form

୨ possessive! reader making out with loser! rodrick to show people he’s hers and him getting a hard-on

୨ loser! rodrick who smells like musk and two day old clothes, while his new girlfriend smells of the sweetest scents known to man

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[solarbishop]

NECTAR

🌺 Rated M, <1k word count! 🌺 Omegaverse: a!Geto Suguru/o!Gojo Satoru 🌺 Mpreg 🌺 Male lactation 🌺 Body worship and intimacy

“Until our pup is born, everything about you is for me,” Geto corrects, murmuring against the shell of his ear.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Motorcycle Ride (Jim Root x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

This one ended up being a little shorter than I had originally anticipated, but hopefully you still enjoy it!! ❤️❤️ I'll make up for it with something I have planned in the future hehe. You visit Jim during a break in between tours. He asks for your help while he works on his motorcycle, promising to make it worth your while. Dedicated to @ghoulazrael for making me absolutely insane about these beautiful men 🖤🖤

WARNINGS: NOT EDITED! Legal age gap, swearing, overall fluff

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You weren't sure exactly what to expect when Jim invited you to spend the day at his place, but it was an offer you definitely weren't going to refuse. Your fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as you pulled up the long driveway, heading into the garage where he had informed you he would be working until you got there. You call his name as you step inside, finding the mountain of a man laying on the floor working on his motorcycle. “Hey, come here, I could use a hand.” He slides over on the piece of cardboard he had laid across the floor, the only padding he had between him and the rough concrete. “Wanna grab that filter off the bench for me?” You pick up the small box as you walk past and hand it to him. “Thank you.” He responds with a charming smile. “Hold this.” You quickly take the oil pan he had removed from under the bike. “Just have to fit this guy on here, and we are good to go.” He swaps out the old oil filter for the one you had brought him.

“Not that watching you change your oil isn't the most exciting thing I've ever seen,” he chuckles at your sarcasm, “but I'm curious as to why exactly you invited me over.”

“Well, it's been about a month since we got home from tour,” your cheeks grow warm as he lets his gaze lazily run over your form, “and if I'm being honest I’ve just really missed having you around every day.” He clears his throat, shaking his head bashfully before meeting your eyes. “I wanted to see you, that's all there really is to it.” Jim was always outright and honest about his feelings, it was one of the things you really liked about him. “I figured I could take you on a ride somewhere, if you'd like.” A smile spread across your face in an instant.

“Really?” He can't help but laugh at how excited you were.

“Really.” He responds with a breathtaking smile of his own. “Anywhere you want.” You were honestly a bit shocked by his proposition. Jim never let anybody touch his bike, let alone ride it.

“Kind of sounds like you're asking me on a date.” You giggle.

“Maybe I am.” He winks, not giving you a chance to respond as he stands up, cleaning off his hands on his shirt. “I'm just going to wash up real quick.” You follow him inside, scrolling through your phone in his kitchen while he diligently washed the oil from his hands. “So, where are we going?”

“I don't know, surprise me, take me somewhere with a view.” You share a laugh.

“Easy customer, I like it.” He chuckles. “You want a nice view, huh?” He trails off with a hum, grabbing a towel to dry his hands. “Alright, I think I know a place. I'm just going to change my shirt and we can get out of here.” He winks at you, causing a flustered smile to lace its way across your lips. You wondered where he could possibly take you, a bit nervous that it was going to be a long ride. You had never been on a motorcycle before, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. “Where is that fucking sweatshirt?” Jim mumbles as he wanders back into the kitchen.

“What does it look like maybe I can– holy fuck.” You clamp a hand over your mouth as the expletive tumbles from your lips. He had his back to you, the sight of his strong, broad shoulders was just about enough to make you drool. Jim had entered the kitchen shirtless, searching for whatever sweatshirt he was looking for. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him, he chuckles when he notices you're staring.

“Like what you see, love?” He teases playfully. You stutter, trying to think of a response. He snatches a black hoodie off of a coat hook, shrugging it on before coming over to you. “You ready to get going?” You nod, your gaze dropping to his chest before quickly snapping back up to his eyes. He laughs, grabbing your face in his hand. “You're so cute.” He takes your hand, leading you out to the garage. He tosses you a helmet, instructing you to put it on. He started up the motorcycle, making sure everything was running smoothly. You fumbled with the helmet’s strap, struggling to fasten it. “Let me help you, beautiful.” You shiver as his fingers graze over your neck.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask excitedly.

“Where's the fun in ruining the surprise.” He smiles. He helps you onto the back of his bike before getting on himself. He walks the bike out of the garage, looking at you over his shoulder. “Are you scared?”

“A little.” You admit bashfully.

“You don't have anything to be scared of. I'm a really safe driver, I promise.” He reassures you. You place your hands on his shoulders, waiting for him to take off. “You're probably going to want to hold on a little tighter than that.” He chuckles. “Don't be scared to wrap your arms around me.”

“Oh, I think I'll be okay.” You quickly blurt out, happy he couldn't see your flustered expression under the helmet.

“Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you.” He informs you playfully. He pulled out onto the main road, the warm breeze was nice against whatever skin was visible under your gear: the helmet covering the entirety of your face, as well as a bulky leather jacket Jim gave you to wear. ‘Safety first’, he insisted. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.” Your heart races as the engine revs, the bike lurching forward, causing you to latch your arms around his middle. “Sorry.” He laughs out a half-assed apology. You wanted to be annoyed but you didn't have it in you. After a few moments you relaxed, your head coming to rest against Jim’s back as you watched the scenery whip by. He can't help but smile at the feeling of you clinging to him, your arms struggling to wrap around his muscular form. There was something about having you with him, it just felt right. He decided to take the scenic route to the area he had picked out, figuring you wouldn't mind racing down winding back roads on the perfectly chilly autumn day. One of his hands left the handle bars, coming to rest on your thigh. “How are you doing, love?”

“Good, this is really fun.” He gives your leg a gentle squeeze before returning it to its position on his handlebars.

You could have fallen asleep with how smooth the ride was, you could tell he was a very experienced rider. “Here we are.” You hear him announce as he pulls into a small clearing on the side of the road. You squeal as he wraps an arm around your waist, allowing him to easily lift you from the bike. He tosses you over his shoulder, making you laugh. You pound at his back, ordering for him to put you down, which eventually he obliges. He helps you unfasten your helmet before removing his own. You lean against the guard rail, looking out over the lake, a towering mountain of trees rising out of the earth on the other side. The warm orange glow of the late afternoon sun reflected in the water's surface. “You wanted somewhere with a view, right?” He remarks with a smile.

You nod in response, “A very nice view, and I definitely can't complain about the company either.” Jim breathes out a chuckle at your compliment.

“You know, I meant it when I said I missed getting to see you all the time.” His fingers ghost over your cheeks before he carefully rests his hand against the side of your face.

“I'm sure it didn't make that big of a difference.” You respond with a soft laugh, having trouble meeting his eyes.

“Sure it did,” he starts nervously, swallowing thickly. “Every morning on tour you’d come meet up with us for breakfast. I’d listen to you ramble on to Sid about your plans for the day… it was really cute.” He chuckles, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I was surprised when you texted me this morning.” You admit. “I didn't think I’d hear from you again until the next circuit.”

“Well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, so–” he cuts himself off as he clears his throat. In one swift movement, you push yourself up onto your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for inviting me out today.” You whisper.

“Anytime.” You and Jim stay for a while longer before deciding to head back. This time once you were comfortably seated on his motorcycle your arms immediately slipped around him. You didn't want the ride to end, not sure if you would ever get the opportunity to be this close to him again. “Everything alright, love?”

You nod, “I'm just going to miss you when I leave, that's all.” Jim pauses for a moment, taking in the image of you still perched against his bike.

“You know, you could always stay.” Your heart begins to race as he slowly saunters closer to you. “I definitely wouldn't complain.” He chuckles. You swallow thickly, his eyes staying locked on yours as he towers over you. He carefully tilts your chin up with his finger, his gaze slowly trailing to your lips. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips suddenly land on yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you allow your hands to slide across his chest and over his shoulders. He easily lifted you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist. He carries you towards the house, both of you perfectly content letting your night continue just like this.

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04) EAT YOUR GUTS

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The wedding had been fun. In fact, Y/n had enjoyed it way more than she thought she would. The music was loud, the dancing was chaotic, and her aunt Eunha looked absolutely stunning in her gown. The day had flown by faster than she expected, and by the time it ended, Y/n felt this weird emptiness in her chest. She was exhausted, sure, but it was more than that. It was like something inside her had been filled, only to be emptied once the event was over. A sense of depression lingered like a dark cloud, even though she’d had such a good time.

She looked down at her stomach, rubbing it gently. It was strange, but it felt… full. Really full. She’d stuffed herself with so much cake and finger foods that she almost felt sick. But the worst part was how tight her trousers felt as she tried to slide them on later that night. Her face felt puffy, like she was still recovering from the sugar rush. She stared at herself in the mirror, avoiding her reflection as if it were a ghost she didn’t want to face.

“God,” she muttered, turning her head away. She hated looking at herself like this. She’d gained a few kilograms, and now she could feel every bit of it in her body. Her clothes didn’t fit the same anymore. Everything was a little tighter, a little more suffocating.

Her stomach churned, and her mind instantly flashed back to that one promise she’d made to herself years ago, the one where she swore she’d stop. But she knew, deep down, that she hadn’t. She couldn’t stop. The feeling of being bigger, heavier, was just too much for her. It wasn’t just the weight, it was the suffocating pressure that seemed to come from all directions: society, her parents, the image of the perfect version of herself she could never quite live up to.

In a few swift motions, she found herself in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet, forcing herself to get rid of everything she had eaten. Her fingers traced the edges of the cold porcelain, the familiar routine hitting her like a punch to the gut. She hated it. She hated herself for doing it again, for being this weak.

But it was easier. So much easier than confronting the truth: that she hated being overweight more than anything. And maybe, just maybe, the pain in her oesophagus would be worth it—worth keeping her weight down. There was no way she could let herself go back to that version of herself she couldn’t stand.

Afterward, she sat on the bathroom floor, breathing heavily, her body numb, waiting for the hollow feeling to settle in. The emptiness. The quiet. It was almost peaceful in a way. She didn’t feel like she was carrying around anything anymore—no food, no emotions, no pressure to be perfect. Just… nothing.

But even that emptiness didn’t last. She needed something else to fill the void. And that’s when she grabbed her father’s cigarette pack. The lighter was from her mom’s drawer—the one she always used to light candles, the one that smelled like lavender and sweet memories. Y/n didn’t care about the stupid contradictions. She didn’t care that it was wrong or dangerous. She just needed something to numb the emptiness that always seemed to claw at her from the inside.

She took a slow walk down to the park with the cigarette between her fingers, the evening air cool against her skin. The park was mostly empty, save for a few people walking dogs or sitting alone. She found her usual spot at the edge of the park, near the bushes where no one would see her, and lit the cigarette. The smoke burned in her lungs as she inhaled deeply, staring into the darkening sky.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. It was a small rebellion against the world that was always telling her what to do, what to be. For once, she was doing what she wanted, no matter how stupid it was. She watched the orange tip of the cigarette glow in the darkness as she exhaled slowly, letting the stress melt away.

When she was done, she crushed the cigarette under her shoe, watching the tiny embers fizzle out. She could smell the lingering smoke on her skin as she walked back home, but it didn’t matter. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. She showered and scrubbed herself clean, using the expensive body scrubs from Horang’s stash. The smell of lavender mixed with nicotine wasn’t a good combo, and Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the smoke or the feeling of self-hatred that left her feeling sick.

The next morning, she was back at it—back to the homework Sunghoon had set for her. The trigonometry was fine. She could manage that. It was the rest that made her head spin. The formulas, the numbers, the equations. None of it seemed to make sense, even though she’d been over it a hundred times. She could feel Sunghoon’s presence in the back of her mind, silently judging her every move. She wasn’t stupid, she just couldn’t grasp it. No matter how much she wanted to make him proud, make herself proud, nothing was clicking. Despite his ridiculously attractive face he wasn’t stupid he’d know if she cheated in her homework.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the door to her room creaked open. She glanced up to see Jaeyun leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a smug expression on his face. He had this way of just showing up at the most inconvenient times.

“How do you struggle with Pythagoras?” he asked, a mocking tone in his voice as he casually poked at her homework.

Y/n felt her blood boil. “God, do you ever shut up and leave me alone?” she snapped, annoyed by the interruption. She tried to refocus on the paper in front of her, but Jaeyun was already lounging on her bed, making himself comfortable.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?” he asked, clearly amused. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Can you like, actually leave?” she bit back, growing more irritated. She wasn’t in the mood for his annoying little remarks.

Jaeyun grinned, leaning back on her bed like he owned the place. “For someone so obsessed with numbers on a scale, you sure are bad at math. How’d you check your BMI? Did you ask an AI or something?” He snorted like he was the funniest person alive.

Y/n’s blood boiled. “Oh no! Sim Jaeyun has caught onto the fact that I’m bad at math! Better eat my guts now!” She rolled her eyes dramatically, sarcastically mocking his dumbassery.

Jaeyun just chuckled, unfazed. “You’re cute when you get all defensive,” he said, making Y/n’s face flush with frustration.

She could feel her patience wearing thin. “I swear, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to—”

But Jaeyun didn’t seem to care. He just smirked, clearly enjoying getting under her skin. It was like he lived for it.

“Well, let me know if you need help with the Pythagorean theorem, piggy,” he teased, using his stupid nickname for her, clearly amused by the chaos he was causing.

Y/n scoffed, slamming her pencil down on the desk. “You’re unbelievable, Sim Jaeyun. Unbelievable.”

[the-epic-amphinomus]

Let the bastard rot!

I am Amphinomus, prince of Dulichium and future king of Ithaca. And the only suitor with morals.

My future wife: @penelope-is-waiting

That annoying girl, I do not have a crush on stop trying to tell me I do! *he does* (uhhhhh shes having my baby now :)): @eurydiceofsparta

My friend who keeps trying to kill me for some reason! (Seriously stop!): @antinous-of-ithaca

My friend who's kinda a jackass too but he's also my sorta girlfriends brother: @sonofpolybus

Another friend who's also a jackass: @thetorturedsuitor

Yet another friend who's spoiled and is terrified of my baby lmao: @the-spoiled-suitor

Match maker anon: #pretzel anon is back!

Prophecy anon: #strawberry anon is here (updated to #prophecy better get paid for this)

Antinous's weird kid: #dying flower anon is alive

Epic the musical RP (aka this one is a lot more crooked and evil than the others)

Warning things can be very trigger heavy on this blog I usually try to tag, but I may miss some. Expect plenty of violence drugs alcohol mention as well as illusions to suggestive themes and who knows what else. It's the suiters.

I do not interact with blogs based around biblical characters as I am a Christian, and it just makes me uncomfortable

And of course feel free to tag me and send ask! You're not being obnoxious I'd love to be tagged or receive a ask that's what I made this account for was for all yall to have fun and interact!

Credits

Profile pic: @hymnoeides

Wolf and crown divider: @sweetmelodygraphics

Lace divider: @adornedwithlight

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04) HIS KIND?

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The resentment that simmered in Y/n’s chest all afternoon boiled over when the doorbell rang she had her phone in her and she was sure it’s break from the grip she had. She hadn’t even fully processed her mother’s betrayal yet—casually spilling her failing maths grade to Jaeyun as if it were neighborhood gossip, well now it was neighbourhood gossip. And what did Jaeyun do with that information? Weaponized it, of course. Smirking. Teasing. That insufferable grin that made her want to throttle him.

So when Horang lazily called out, “Y/n, can you get that, please?” without even looking up from her nails, it was like pouring gasoline on her already smoldering mood.

She let out an exasperated sigh, dragging her feet to the door, grumbling under her breath about how she wasn’t anyone’s maid. The bell rang again. Impatient.

She yanked it open, fully prepared to snap, when her words lodged in her throat.

Standing on the other side was a boy. No—a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that glinted under the soft sunlight. His hair was casually ruffled, falling perfectly in a way that suggested he didn’t even try. He had the kind of jawline that could start wars and a smirk that could end them.

“Hi,” he said, voice smooth and warm. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’m from next door. My sister dropped her shoe in your garden.”

Y/n blinked, feeling like her brain short-circuited. “Oh,” she said dumbly dazed . “Um, yeah. Sure. I’ll get it.”

Spinning on her heel, she bolted toward the backyard, her face already burning. She clutched the small pink slipper like it was evidence in a murder case, inhaled a deep breath, and tried to gather whatever dignity she had left before walking back.

“Is this it?” she asked, holding it out.

The boy nodded, his lips curving into an easy smile that made her stomach do backflips. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, gripping the doorframe like her life depended on it.

“You must be Heeseung’s cousin, right?” he asked casually, tilting his head slightly as he studied her.

Y/n blinked again, her mind racing. “Heeseung? How do you know him?”

“We were classmates last year,” he explained.

“Oh.” She frowned slightly. “Small world.”

“I’m Sunghoon, by the way,” he said, offering his name with the same casual confidence as someone handing over a business card.

“Oh,” she repeated, cringing internally at her lack of vocabulary. “I’m Y/n.”

“Well, Y/n,” he said, flashing one last devastatingly pretty smile, “see you around.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there with her cheeks burning and her heart racing.

Her eyes followed him all the way to the house next door, her thoughts a chaotic mess. How could someone be that… good-looking? Was it legal? Ethical? She sighed deeply, leaning against the doorframe as she watched him disappear inside.

“There’s no way that guy will look at you.”

The voice startled her so badly that she nearly dropped the phone she was holding. She turned sharply to see Jaeyun standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Where the hell did you come from?” she snapped, her embarrassment quickly morphing into irritation.

Jaeyun grinned, pushing off the wall to saunter toward her. “I’ve been here. You were too busy gawking at your prince charming to notice.”

“I wasn’t gawking,” she said defensively, her arms crossing over her chest.

“Sure,” Jaeyun said, his grin widening. “What’s wrong, princess ? Did cupid’s bow hit your fat heart?”

Y/n glared at him, her fists clenching at her sides. “What are you trying to say, Sim Jaeyun?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said innocently, shrugging his shoulders. “But they say girls like you are more likely to yearn for love because you see yourselves as ugly. Which, to be fair, you kind of are.”

Her jaw dropped, the sting of his words hitting harder than she wanted to admit. But she wasn’t about to let him win.

“What makes you think that?” she shot back, her voice sharp. “Are you saying I have an inferiority complex or something?”

“Did I say that?” Jaeyun replied smoothly, stepping closer to her. “Looks like you’re jumping to conclusions, piggy.”

Y/n took a step back, her glare narrowing. “Don’t call me that.”

Jaeyun didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his face far too close for her comfort. He sniffed the air dramatically, his nose scrunching up.

“What on earth is that smell?”

Y/n froze, her heart pounding in her chest, he was to old for this stupid behaviour at this grown age of his . “Stop acting like a child, Sim Jaeyun,” she said, her voice shaky.

But to her horror, he wasn’t joking. “No, I’m being serious. You smell like smoke.”

Her blood ran cold. She’d brushed her teeth. She’d showered. She’d sprayed herself with Horang’s ridiculously expensive perfumes. How could anyone possibly tell?

“You smell like your dad’s cigs , are you smoking blunts behind their backs or something piggy.” Jaeyun said

Her panic quickly turned to anger, and without thinking, she slammed the door in Jaeyun’s face.

Dinner was a tense affair, as it often was whenever the Lees finally all got together . Y/n poked at her rice, her appetite thoroughly ruined. She could feel Heeseung’s eyes on her, but she ignored him, pretending to be engrossed in her food. Why the hell did Jaeyun out of everyone have to find out about her smoking .

“So, Y/n,” Mrs. Kim said, her tone light but curious. “What’s the plan? I heard you need to pass maths to continue your education?”

Y/ns head snapped up, her stomach sinking. She glanced around the table, feeling every pair of eyes on her.

“I guess I have to retake the exam in November,” she said stiffly, forcing herself to sound nonchalant.

“Ah, I see,” Mrs. Kim said, nodding thoughtfully. “So, any preparations? It’s August now. You’ve got a few months.”

“I’ll start soon,” Y/n mumbled, her cheeks burning. Mrs Lee nodded next to her like she was satisfied with her choice.

Mr. Lee cleared his throat. “I heard the Parks next door have a son who does tutoring. Maybe we should ask him to help you.”

Heeseung choked on his water. “You mean Park Sunghoon? Uncle, you can’t do that. He’s such a know-it-all. He’ll eat her alive!”

Y/n’s head shot up, her eyes narrowing at Heeseung. “I don’t need you speaking for me, Heeseung.” Maybe it’s because she thought sunghoon was ridiculously handsome and she didn’t mind being around some guy she’ll never see again in a few weeks

“I’m serious!” Heeseung insisted. “Sunghoon’s annoying. Plus, he’s not even— he’s literally the worst ”

“Heeseung,” Mrs. Kim said sharply, cutting her son off.

He shrank back, muttering under his breath.

“So, what do you think, Y/n?” Mrs. Kim continued, turning back to her. “I’m sure Sunghoon won’t mind helping you, it’s good to get an early start. He’s a very responsible young man. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him, Heeseung.”

Heeseung scoffed, looking away.

Y/n hesitated, her stomach twisting. The last thing she wanted was to be tutored by someone who already made her heart race just by existing. But she also didn’t have many options.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask,” she said finally, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

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02) DEADBEAT CAT

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03) YOU DON’T KNOW YOUR 7 TIMES TABLE!

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Tutoring was a mess, and if Y/n was being completely honest, she wasn’t sure how she was surviving it.

sunghoon, ever the patient teacher, had started her off with the basics. multiplication tables, addition drills, fractions—stuff she probably should’ve mastered years ago but somehow had never stuck.

“let’s start with the sevens,” he said, leaning back in his chair as he slid a piece of paper toward her.

she stared at the page, her brain already blank.

“okay,” she said weakly, trying not to panic.

“what’s 7 times 4?” he asked, his voice steady but curious.

her eyes darted to the page, her thoughts a swirling mess. “uh…” she stalled, forcing a nervous laugh. “you know, it’s been a while since i’ve done this stuff.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “you don’t know your seven times table?”

“of course i know!” she said quickly, sitting up straighter. she could feel the flush crawling up her neck.

he didn’t look convinced. “okay. what’s half of one?”

“0.5,” she said, and even though she answered correctly, her heart pounded like she’d just taken a lie detector test.

sunghoon nodded slowly, clearly trying to gauge just how much work they had ahead of them. finally, he sighed and picked up a pencil.

“we have serious work to do,” he said, sliding the practice sheet closer to her.

she groaned inwardly but forced herself to nod. she hated maths with a passion, but she hated disappointing people even more. and sunghoon? he was way too pretty to disappoint.

but that was the problem.

she couldn’t focus. not with him leaning over the table, explaining concepts she didn’t understand in a voice so calm it could probably put a baby to sleep. and then there was the way his glasses were perched on his forehead, his hair slightly disheveled and falling into his eyes. he looked so effortlessly dreamy, and she couldn’t stop staring.

every time he turned his attention back to the worksheet, she would steal a glance at him. at the way his jaw clenched in concentration. at the way his hand moved swiftly across the page, circling numbers and drawing diagrams like it was second nature.

and then it slipped.

“no, y/n, focus,” she muttered to herself under her breath. “sunghoon’s handsome face won’t get you that grade five.”

the moment the words left her mouth, her entire body froze.

“what?”

her eyes snapped to his face, horrified to find him looking right at her, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“what did you just say?”

her face turned a deep shade of crimson, and her first instinct was to deflect. “nothing!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her. “it’s just—it’s really hot in here, don’t you think?” she grabbed a piece of paper and started fanning herself dramatically.

sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowed even more, but he didn’t push it. “okay,” he said slowly, picking up another worksheet. “let’s just continue.”

he slid the next paper toward her, this one filled with trigonometry problems.

her eyes lit up. “oh, i know this stuff,” she said, relieved to see something she could actually handle.

sunghoon gave her a small smile. “finally, some confidence. let’s see how you do.”

but just as she was getting into it, the door swung open, and in walked the one person who could ruin her day faster than a pop quiz.

jaeyun.

he strolled into the room like he owned the place, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets as he surveyed the scene. his eyes landed on sunghoon, who was hunched over the table, scribbling on a spare sheet of paper.

“that one’s wrong,” jaeyun said casually, pointing at one of the equations sunghoon had written.

sunghoon looked up, startled. “who are you?” he asked, his tone polite but clearly confused.

jaeyun smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “oh, me? i’m y/n’s friend.” he glanced at y/n, his grin widening. “isn’t that right, piggy?”

y/n felt her stomach drop. “jaeyun,” she said through gritted teeth, “get out.”

sunghoon’s eyebrows shot up. “piggy?” he echoed, turning to look at her with a mix of amusement and surprise.

“don’t call me that,” y/n snapped, glaring at jaeyun.

but he was unfazed, strolling over to the table and plopping down in the chair next to her.

“so, this is your tutor?” jaeyun asked, gesturing to sunghoon. “thirty dollars an hour, right?” he glanced at the worksheet in front of her, his smirk growing. “wow. money well spent. your tutor doesn’t even know the answers himself.”

sunghoon scoffed, finally setting his pencil down. “you must be a delight to be around.”

“oh, i am,” jaeyun said, leaning back in his chair. “just ask y/n.”

“seriously, jaeyun,” y/n snapped, her patience wearing thin. “get out. you’re not helping.”

“i think i am,” he said, feigning innocence. “i mean, someone has to keep your tutor on his toes.”

sunghoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “look, if you’re going to stay, at least be quiet.”

jaeyun grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “oh, don’t worry. i’ll just observe.”

y/n groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “this is a nightmare.”

“no, this is reality,” jaeyun said, leaning closer to her. “welcome to it, piggy.”

she wanted to scream.

an hour later, sunghoon finally packed up his things, giving y/n an apologetic smile as he stood to leave. “you did okay today,” he said, his tone kind despite the chaotic session. “just keep practicing, and we’ll get there.”

y/n nodded, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “thanks,” she muttered, as soon as the door closed behind him, she turned to jaeyun, who was still lounging in the chair like he owned the place.

“you’re the worst,” she said, glaring at him.

“am i?” he asked, grinning.

“yes,” she snapped. “you embarrassed me in front of him.”

jaeyun shrugged. “if he can’t handle a little teasing, he’s not the right tutor for you.”

“he’s a great tutor,” she shot back. “unlike you, he actually knows what he’s talking about.”

jaeyun smirked, standing up and ruffling her hair as he walked past. “whatever you say, piggy. I won’t embarrass you in front of your crush next time. ”

y/n groaned, collapsing onto the table Jaeyun took a seat on the couch.

“my mom’s asking about the wedding invites. uncle taeho wants to see if they need improvements,” jaeyun said casually, lounging on y/n’s couch like he owned the place.

she shot him a glare from where she sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her laptop. “they’re not made yet. aunt eunha still hasn’t picked a design.”

“sure she hasn’t.” jaeyun smirked, tilting his head as if he was deep in thought. “are you sure you didn’t eat them or something?”

y/n froze mid-scroll, her fingers hovering over the trackpad. she turned to him slowly, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “go to hell, jaeyun.”

he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “why, when i can torment you here?”

“you’re insufferable.”

“you’re predictable,” he shot back that stupid ugly smirk on his handsome face. “what’s next? you’re going to threaten to hit me with a pillow again? or maybe you’ll sulk in your room for the next hour smoking your heart away. let me guess, which one is it this time?”

“i’m not going to sulk,” y/n said through gritted teeth, standing up and grabbing one of the decorative pillows from the couch. she didn’t even hesitate before throwing it at him.

jaeyun caught it easily, laughing as he tossed it aside. “there it is. classic y/n.”

“classic y/n is about to strangle you,” she muttered, grabbing another pillow.

“careful,” he teased, leaning back with his arms behind his head. “if you put too much energy into it, you’ll lose your appetite for dinner.”

“oh my god, shut up!” she snapped, launching the second pillow at him. this time, it hit him square in the face, and she couldn’t help the triumphant smirk that followed.

“ouch,” he said, though his grin didn’t waver. “that was kind of impressive, piggy.”

“call me piggy one more time,” y/n warned, her eyes narrowing.

“what, piggy?” he taunted, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “what are you gonna do, oink at me?”

she grabbed a third pillow. “you’re dead.”

jaeyun laughed, dodging as she lunged at him. “relax! i’m just joking!”

“you’re not funny!”

“i think i’m hilarious,” he said, standing up and stepping out of her reach. “but don’t worry, i’ll let you cool off. wouldn’t want you to sweat too much and ruin the carpet.”

y/n stared at him, clutching the pillow like it was her last lifeline. “get out of my house.”

he winked at her. “love you too, piggy.”

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05) CLOWN BEHAVIOUR

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Y/n couldn’t focus. At all.

Not after Jaeyun caught on about the cigarette.

Couldn’t he just spare her some dignity for once? Look the other way, pretend he didn’t see? But no—of course not. He had to be Jaeyun about it, which meant smirking, teasing, and making her feel like absolute shit without even trying. Now, no matter how hard she tried to tune him out, his voice echoed in her head, over and over again. “For someone so obsessed with numbers on a scale, you sure are bad at math.”

She clenched her fists, staring at her notebook. The words and numbers blurred together, but none of them made sense anymore. “Hello? Y/n, you’re spacing out again.” she blinked. Sunghoon was waving a hand in front of her face, eyebrows slightly furrowed. She hadn’t even realized she was zoning out.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” she muttered, quickly sitting up straighter, pretending like she was actually paying attention. Sunghoon sighed and closed the textbook in front of him. “I think we should end it here today.”

Her head snapped up. “But we still have 30 minutes left.”He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I have to meet someone—and you’re clearly out of it today.” Y/n opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself. Because… he was right. She was out of it.

But she still didn’t like the way he said it.

It wasn’t like he was angry, but there was something about his tone that made her feel—what was it? Disappointed? Irritated? Like she was wasting his time? Like she wasn’t worth the extra thirty minutes.

Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she watched him adjust his watch, already halfway out the door. She forced a nod. “Right. Yeah. Sorry.” Sunghoon glanced at her, his expression unreadable, before giving a small nod. Then, just like that, he was gone.

Y/n sat there for a moment, staring at the empty space where he had been. She felt even worse than before.

She hadn’t meant to smoke again.

Really, she hadn’t. But the second Sunghoon left, the weight in her chest felt unbearable. Like she needed something—anything—to settle the uneasy feeling crawling under her skin. So she did what she always did. Took a cigarette, slipped out of the house, and walked through the park in her overalls, the smoke curling around her she was just as she was about to take another drag, movement caught her eye, an old woman stumbled on the uneven pavement ahead, her frail body hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Y/n didn’t think. She tossed the cigarette without a second thought and rushed forward. “Ah… my, the ground here in Gokseong is rough,” the woman muttered, trying to sit up as Y/n knelt beside her. “You’ve hurt yourself,” Y/n noted, eyes flicking to the shallow cut on the woman’s foot. Blood beaded against her wrinkled skin, staining her sock. The old lady sighed, shaking her head. “Oh dear…” Y/n frowned. “Can you stand? Does anything else hurt?”

The woman patted her knees, wincing slightly. “I think I’m alright, just startled.” Y/n carefully helped her up, steadying her arm as the woman tested her footing. When she seemed stable, Y/n exhaled in relief. “Let me walk you home,” she offered, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “Just in case.” The old woman gave her a long look, eyes sharp despite her age. “You’re a kind girl.”

Y/n stiffened at the words. No, I’m not.

She forced a small smile. “It’s nothing.”

Y/n should have thought this through. “Dear, I live a town away. Can you drop me off at the bus station down the road?”

And like an idiot, she’d said yes. No phone. No money. Just blind faith in an old woman’s sense of distance.

Down the road my ass.

They had been walking for over an hour and a half, her overalls starting to stick to her skin, her sneakers scuffing against the uneven pavement. The sun had set, and the once golden horizon had melted into deep shades of navy and black. Crickets chirped somewhere in the distance, and the only thing keeping her from dropping dead on the sidewalk was the sheer embarrassment of looking weak in front of an elderly woman. Finally, the station came into view, its flickering streetlight casting long, eerie shadows on the pavement. The old lady stepped onto the bus, turning back to give Y/n a warm smile. “Thank you, dear.”

Then she was gone.

Y/n stood there for a moment, watching as the bus disappeared down the road. Then she looked around at the near-empty street, the realization sinking in.“…Great.” Her mother was going to kill her No phone. No money. No clue how to get back. She kicked a pebble in frustration, watching as it skidded across the pavement.

Could this day get any worse?

Well turns out it did because when she finally got home sitting on the doorstep was Jaeyun Y/n groaned the second she saw him.

Jaeyun was sitting on her doorstep, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who had no business being here. “What time do you call this, sunshine? You blocked me the other day.”

She narrowed her eyes, stepping past him to reach for the door. “What are you here for? To apologize for your indecency?”

Jaeyun scoffed “ No? Why would I apologise to a thief like you out of all people.”

She turned, glaring daggers. “Go to hell, Sim Jaeyun. All you do is act like a clown.”

He scoffed and pinched his nose “gross you smell like sweat.”

Her stomach twisted in anger ,Y/n didn’t even hesitate—her fist connected with Jaeyun’s arm before she could think twice.

“OW—what the hell?!” He yelped, stumbling back, holding his arm like she’d just stabbed him instead of throwing a half-hearted punch. “Are you insane?”

“You deserved it,” she snapped, shoving past him to unlock her door. “Next time, keep your mouth shut.”Jaeyun scoffed, still rubbing his arm like the dramatist he was. “Didn’t know you had that much strength in you, sunshine. Must be all that nicotine in your bloodstream.”

Jaeyun smirked, and she hated him so much in that moment. “Shut up, Jaeyun.”

“Make me.”

She slammed the door in his face.

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06) CONAN GRAY WAS RIGHT

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O5 ) AM I THE BAD GUY

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03) THIRTY DOLLARS

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