#pls don’t trust me to make ramen again

[multikore]

so uh I might’ve done something a few nights ago, and it wasn’t egg-actly what I wanted to happen

small oopsy, don’t trust me to crack eggs while making ramen

[sluttyminghao]

Part 1/?

✧ pairing: wen junhui x gender neutral!reader ✧ word count: 2k ✧ genre: smut ✧ warnings in this chapter: camboy!jun, masturbation, masturbating on camera, camboy!minghao makes an appearance ✧notes for this chapter: reader only makes an appearance at the end of the installment, i hope it makes sense as you read it! ✧ a/n: you asked, and i delivered! this is the first installment of going live! a series about camboy jun and his adventures! i hope you all enjoy, and if you would like to be added to a taglist pls inbox me! feedback is appreciated! ✧ synopsis: he’s a shy college boy who is stuck in financial difficulty, and his best friends gives him a suggestion that may or may not be a good idea.

A slight glance at the clock on his nightstand indicated that it was 10:49 pm, and he knew that within a matter of minutes he’d be doing the exact thing he said he would never do. His palms had grown sweaty and he felt his heart rate quicken at the thought, and all he could think to do was wipe his palms on his sweats. He remembers the conversation he had about his thoughts with Minghao vividly, even though it had happened months before his current situation.

“I just don’t see how you can do it, how do you not get embarrassed? Aren’t you being watched by...god knows how many people?” Junhui spoke between mouthfuls of ramen, immense heat rising in his cheeks at the nature of the conversation that had come up when talking about Junhui’s increasing level of financial difficulties. Minghao raised a brow at the older, before erupting into a fit of giggles and making Junhui cock one of his brows in confusion. Did he say something funny?

“Why would I be embarrassed about my livelihood?” Minghao began, wrapping some noodles around his chopsticks expertly and blowing them lightly to cool them down. “I make so much profit off of doing camming and making videos, that I’ve been able to pay my rent and amenities for the next six months, as well as keeping on top of all my art school debts,” he continued, an amused smirk finding its way onto his face at Junhui’s shocked facial features.

“Six months? That’s crazy... I’m basically living paycheck to paycheck at the minute,” he mumbled and let out a small sigh, picking at the small pieces of meat left within his ramen bowl with his chopsticks. “Well, that’s kinda what you get for working at a small and dingy diner run by a bunch of college students,” Minghao quipped while giving him a pointed look, letting his napkin fall to the table to signify he had finished his meal.

Junhui sighed. He knew Minghao was right, 99% of the time he generally was, but this was one thing he really didn’t want to admit to him. “But...would people recognise me? That’s one thing I really don’t want,” Junhui spoke shyly, and Minghao’s face softened towards his elder, before shaking his head slightly. “You can use blurring filters or wear items on your face so people won’t recognise you, that’s what I do, and no one knows who I am to this day.”

He thought a little more about it, and Minghao could practically see the cogs turning in his brain, deciding to offer a piece of advice to his struggling long-time friend. “Hey,” he spoke, gaining Junhui’s attention, “you should really think about it, especially if you need the money. With a face and a body like yours, I’m sure you’ll have thousands of subscribers in no time.”

Well, what did he have to lose? He sure didn’t have any shreds of dignity left, may as well give it a shot.

In all his years of living, he had been very well off financially, but in recent months his rent had become increasingly more expensive and the cost of living had jumped up exponentially. To his dismay, he found himself without a choice, needing the money as soon as possible so he would still have a roof over his head and the bare minimum of food. 

He had been staring at the webpage for the camming website for the past 45 minutes, trying to hype himself up, but he had just become increasingly nervous as the time had passed. Minghao had explained to him countless times that this website was very reputable and a great starting point for beginners going into camming, and he knew that he could trust the words of his younger friend.

But even still, the nerves would not stop pouring over him, almost acting like a cascading effect, flowing down his back like a waterfall and seeping into every crevice of his body.

He sucked in a breath before exhaling shakily and picking up his phone to call Minghao. He knew that if anyone was able to calm his nerves, it would be his long-time friend. He tapped on Minghao’s contact before placing the phone to his ear, listening to the phone ring a few times before he was met with Minghao’s groggy voice.

“Were you sleeping?” Junhui’s voice is quiet as he speaks into the receiver, awaiting his companion’s response even though he was almost sure he knew the answer already. “No, I was out feeding the ducks, of course, I was sleeping,” Minghao sighed sarcastically, and Junhui suddenly felt a pang of guilt for the late-night call to his friend. “What did you need, ‘Hui?” Minghao continued, sleep laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry for waking you up...I’m so nervous...I don’t even know how to start the camming videos…do you have any...pointers, maybe...” Junhui trailed off, and he could hear Minghao hum from the other end of the phone. He remained silent for a few beats, only further amplifying Junhui’s nerves to the point where his leg had begun to bounce incessantly.

“I think you just need to relax a little, maybe have a drink or two to settle your nerves,” he replied smoothly, wanting to end the conversation so that he could get back to sleep. “If you’re really worried, why don’t you just show everything from the neck down when you’re recording?” He continued, waiting for his older friend’s reply.

Junhui was contemplating the options laid out to him and decided to combine both, deciding he didn’t have anything to lose. “Thanks, Hao, I owe you,” he rushed, hanging up and throwing his phone on his desk and standing up to get himself a bottle of alcohol. He assured himself that he was only going to have a few sips to loosen himself up, but he figured that he may need to down the whole bottle by the night’s end.

A few swigs of his precious alcohol later, and he had finally built up the courage to remove his shirt but left his sweats on as a safety measure. Minghao was right, the alcohol definitely loosened him up, and before he had even realised what he was doing, he had pressed the record button and had started his live stream.

He didn’t know what he was doing, not a single clue. His mind was fuzzy and his last shreds of dignity left him the moment his pants were pulled down and thrown haphazardly to the side. The only thought that was now running rampant through his mind was how much he wanted to cum. He wasn’t even focused on the live video anymore, only focused on his hardening cock and the way his hand wrapped around it.

Normally when he got himself off, he would take his time and relish in the sensations, not wanting to rush. In his nervous and alcohol-fueled state, however, he wasn’t going to beat around the bush like he would if he was sober. His hand moved up and down the length of his cock rapidly, small whimpers eliciting from the man’s lips as he pleasured himself.

Junhui could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge the faster he pumped his cock, but he knew he didn’t want to cum just yet. He slowed his hand significantly to a steady pace, almost feather-like touches, and moved his free hand up to flick at his nipple, sighing at the sensation. 

Not that he would ever admit to anyone, but his nipples had always been extra sensitive and even just the slightest feather touch would have him reeling and wanting more.

The whines poured endlessly from his mouth, even as he built up his orgasm for a second time. He kept one hand on his cock, pumping up and down swiftly and gaining speed, while the other pinched at his nipples. It was getting harder for him to hold himself back, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer in the position he was in.

Before he could even think about stopping himself from cumming again, he felt the string snap in his abdomen and felt the hot streaks of white land on his stomach. He gasped at the feeling and let his hand continue to move steadily, letting the white streaks hit his chest. His head had grown fuzzy from the sheer intensity of his orgasm, and he could feel his hips lightly bucking up into his still closed fist.

When he was sure his orgasm had ebbed away, he removed his hand from his softening cock and sighed, leaning back in his computer chair. After a moment of stillness, his eyes widened upon seeing the small red recording dot on his computer, reminding him of the act he had just performed.

He clicked the stop button hurriedly and closed all his tabs before slamming the lid of his laptop shut. He couldn’t believe what he had just done; his mind was whirring with a thousand and one thoughts, his heart was about to leap right out of his chest, and he knew that there was no going back from the acts he had just performed.

He pushed himself out of the chair and headed towards his bathroom, showering in an attempt to get the cum off his body and somehow trying to scrub off the gross feeling he had from his lewd behaviour. It wouldn’t come off that easily, however, so all he could do was face the consequences of his actions and own them as Minghao told him to.

After a hot shower and a whole lot of contemplation later, Junhui knew that he would have to use his laptop again and see the damage that he had caused, so he decided to simply bite the bullet and take a look back at his video and see if anyone had commented or liked it. It didn’t seem likely in his opinion, since it was his first video and he had no subscribers, but there was a small glimmer of hope buried deep within him.

His eyes widened at the results in front of him. He truly could not believe the sight he saw when he clicked back on to his video to check for feedback.

200 new subscribers, 800 stars and 27 comments

He blinked rapidly, thinking it was all a hallucination. How could this be? He only sat in front of his computer for roughly 10 minutes jacking himself off and had garnered a huge response to it. He clicked the refresh button, thinking that it was simply a mistake on the website’s part. Surely he, a newbie to camming, did not just rack up over a thousand notifications from a ten-minute video.

When the page refreshed he saw the same notifications, except for one new comment that had caught his attention. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to look at just one comment and then head to bed, so he let his mouse hover over the little star-shaped notification icon and pressed on it. His eyes moved across the screen quickly, and he couldn’t help but feel the heat rise to his cheeks at the comment he had seen.

angelbaby96: you’ve got such a nice cock, and such pretty noises too. I would love to hear more of them sometime <3

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Date The Hell Out Of You - Kaminari Denki

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​ Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 16+ (Fluff) Words:  1,575 Warnings: I have opinions about comic books so don’t come at me. I think it’s a very mild argument anyway so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but if you feel offended pls know it wasn’t my intention to bash on Batman lol. AN: Hellooo here is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme is Co-Workers and I just wanted Denki and a bookstore so you get this short and fluffy little thing. You’re welcome! Please check the masterlist below for everyone else’s works and heed each pieces warnings before you dive in!

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“You cannot sit there and tell me that you think Batman is better than Iron Man. I refuse to believe it.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest and glaring daggers at his best friend.

This had become like a routine to Kaminari, ever since he’d started working at the bookstore, which had been almost a year ago.

He took his lunch break at the same time most days, anxiously hoping you had a break at the same time as well. It wasn’t because he thought you were cute (he totally did, honestly), he just enjoyed your company. You had some loud and unique opinions on a lot of things, and he was thoroughly entertained when you went off like this. 

“Well they’re both billionaires with no special powers, just a lot of cool gadgets, right?” Sero pointed out, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head, his bento sitting forgotten on the table.

“You’re right. But Tony Stark has a sense of humor. Batman is such a stick in the mud.” You made a face from your spot across from them, your chopsticks resting over your cup noodles, the utensil keeping the lid closed so they would cook. 

“Yeah, but in terms of physical strength, Bruce Wayne has got Tony beat.” Sero sat forward, picking up his chopsticks again. “Tony relies on his tech. In a hand to hand fight, Batman wins every time.”

“Tony is smarter, though.” You sighed. “Look, do I need to direct you to read the Civil War series? It’s only like 7 issues. I can lend them to you.”

“It’s got Spider-Man in it.” Kaminari supplied helpfully. “He’s your favorite.”

Sero chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Maybe it’ll change my mind.”

“Trust me. Batman is lame, he’s got some interesting villains though.” You finally moved to eat your ramen. “What about you, Kaminari? Any opinions?”

Shrugging, he finished off the last bit of rice in his bento. “I don’t know, I’m not huge into comic books. I like Deadpool, though.”

“That’s so on brand.” Sero chuckled. “He’s a ridiculous dumbass, just like you.”

“Hey!”

“Listen, Deadpool is probably one of the funniest antiheroes. He breaks the fourth wall so often, it’s my favorite thing.” You grinned at him. “I think it’s a perfect choice.”

Kaminari could feel the blush creeping up his neck at your words. You thought he was funny. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Clearing his throat, Sero stood up. “My break’s over. Can you check on the YA section when you’re back on, Kami? Some kids were in here earlier and I think they moved all the Twilight books around.” His teasing grin told him that Sero had not missed the way he’d reacted to what you’d said to him. 

“Sure thing, boss.” He gave him a salute. “I’ve got like 10 minutes left.”

Sero packed up his bento and shoved it back in the breakroom fridge and left, leaving Kaminari alone with you. 

Kaminari opened his mouth, spitting out the first thing that came to his mind. “But here’s the real question.” He pointed at you with his chopsticks. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

--

Kaminari was crouching down, putting the last copies of ‘Breaking Dawn’ back on the shelf when someone walked up to him.  

“If she’s Team Edward you’re going to have to call up Aoyama and ask him to hook you up with some body glitter.” 

He glanced towards his right, smiling at the scuffed black boots belonging to his other best friend, Shinsou.

Kaminari stood, staring at the cat sticker stuck to the side of the reusable coffee cup that his perpetually tired friend always had with him. His gaze then flicked to his face, his customary grin back on his lips. “You think he can help?”

Rolling his eyes, the purple haired man shifted on his feet. “Of course. He works for some makeup place, I bet they have loads of glittery shit.” 

Humming, Denki let his gaze move back to the shelf, making sure everything looked okay. He threw his arm around Shinsou and began walking back to his own section (he was in charge of The Classics, okay?) leaning into the taller man. “I’ll pick you up some black eyeliner while I’m at it.”

“Please do, I’m almost out.” He snarked, before his smirk fell and he sighed. “Look, you need to do something about this crush you have on Y/N.”

“I do not have to do a thing, my friend. I am happily content sitting over here and pining away quietly.” Kaminari threw his arm out dramatically. “Leave me be.”

“Quietly?” Shinsou snorted. “Look, man, I just mean, I’ve been seeing Monoma hanging around her a lot, I just don’t want you to miss your chance.”

Kaminari stopped walking. “Monoma? But he works in the reference section, where they sell those ‘for dummies’ books!”

“Maybe he read ‘Flirting for Dummies’ and now he has a clue. You should look into it yourself.” Shinsou’s raised eyebrow caused Kaminari’s frown to deepen. 

“I know how to flirt, Shinsou.” Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you need to go back to Science Fiction and get some work done?”

Sipping his coffee, he fixed Kaminari with a look. “Since I am such a wonderful friend, you’re going to swap me on Saturday and work my section, which is conveniently right next to Manga and Comics, where Y/N will be. You are going to make a move or so help me, I am going to beat you over the head with a copy of ‘Wuthering Heights’.”

“Why that one? Why not something longer, like ‘Don Quixote’?”

“Do you want it to hurt?” Shinsou asked, looking entirely done with his shit. “You’re ridiculous. Just do something, otherwise Monoma might get a date before you do.”

Kaminari cursed under his breath. The thought of you laughing and smiling at Monoma’s terrible jokes rubbed him the wrong way. “Fine. I’ll think of something.”

Seemingly satisfied, Shinsou patted him on the shoulder. “I believe in you.”

—

“How come you and Sero always have these fancy looking bentos for lunch?” You asked, sliding into the seat across from him.

Kaminari paused with his rice halfway to his mouth and looked up. “Our roommate. He’s like a mother hen, he always packs us lunch.”  

Looking impressed, you raised an eyebrow. “He sounds like a keeper.”

Chuckling, Kaminari sat back in his chair. “Yeah, he’s a handful, but under his extremely aggressive exterior he’s a good guy.” He gestured to your ramen. “Maybe I can get him to make you one. All I have to do is tell him you eat cup noodles for lunch every day and he’ll have a heart attack.”

“I like my ramen, okay? It makes me feel like Naruto.” You raised your arms and grinned. “Believe it!”

Rolling his eyes fondly, he turned back to his lunch, poking at his tamagoyaki. He’d been working in the section beside you all day, listening to you gush over the newest shipment of manga you’d received, shoving books at him and making recommendations. He’d been trying to work up the courage all day to get off his ass and ask you out, and he was failing spectacularly.

“You know, if you want to be like Naruto, you should be eating tonkatsu miso with the little narutomaki in it.”

You blinked at him, looking surprised. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

This was it. His chance. “We should go get the real thing sometime.” He swallowed thickly, his palms sweating. “Like, maybe tomorrow night?” He closed his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Kaminari, are you asking me on a date?”

The fondness in your tone had him opening his eyes to see your expression. You were blushing, biting on your bottom lip as you stared at him.

“I mean, yeah. A date. If you want to, I mean.”

He was seconds away from backpedaling, his heart climbing up his throat and on the verge of escaping his body. The anticipation was killing him. 

His nervousness and fear of rejection was all for naught. Your face lit up, a genuine smile gracing your lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I would love that.”

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding escaped his lips. “Yeah, okay. Awesome.”

You giggled, leaning your elbow on the table, resting your cheek against your palm. “Did you think I’d say no?”

Feeling a little ridiculous, he blushed and nodded. “I was worried you might. I’m an idiot and you’re...you.”

You scoffed, kicking him under the table lightly. “You’re not an idiot, Kaminari. To be honest, I thought you’d never ask. I guess Shinsou wasn’t lying.”

“About what?” He sat up straight, frowning. “I’m going to kick his ass. What did he say?”

Snorting, you shook your head. “He might have mentioned that you liked me. I wasn’t sure though.”

“Are you kidding? Was I not being obvious enough?”

“You flirt with everyone, I didn’t think I was special.” You teased. “I’m glad he was right, though.” You turned back to your noodles.

“You are though. At least you are to me.” Grinning, he nudged your foot with his. “I’m going to date the hell out of you, Y/N. Just wait and see.”

His heart swooped in his chest when you looked back at him across the table. “I’m looking forward to it.”

[simluvbot]

Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble  with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him? 

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ?? 

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3 

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are? 

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up?? 

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ): 

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )):  )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always:  ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ): 

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ): 

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !! 

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft 

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and  nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

(’:

[sendyefrogs]

her.

a/n: im back with some angst heh,, wrote this during math so we’ll see how good yall think it is (._.). implied cheating so watch for that if you dont want it,,, skskjd also themk for 34 followers, i know it isnt much, but to think more than 10 people like my writing seems like a dream pls,, yall are amazing pairing: kageyama x reader genre: angst (if it’s not very good, pls forgiveness, internet person)

And maybe it was your fault. You’d never seen her, you didn’t know her, but you knew she was there. There behind his thoughtful gazes, and behind his unprompted smiles, behind the involuntary actions. Your fault, for not being what he wanted. Your fault, for trying to keep him to yourself. And no matter how much you tried, you wouldn’t be her.

What hurt was he thought he could keep this from you, his best friend from middle school, his partner of four years. But you knew him like another part of yourself. You were always there for him, and him you; through thick and thin, two halves of a whole. He didn’t tell you, to spare your feelings, to keep his affairs a secret, to pretend everything was fine; but it wasn’t, it wasn’t. The relationship came crumbling down the minute he stepped foot into the house smelling of daisies under a new moon.

It was always floral. Daises, chrysanthemums, jasmine. Is that what he wanted? A woman who actually tried to dress up for him, who didn’t also view him as a best friend, who thought of him as a man instead of ‘Tobio’? Floral perfume and bright lipsticks? He claimed he didn’t want you to, but you knew he did, you saw it behind his longing stares and his subtle words. But that wasn’t you. You – in baggy shirts and old jeans, with paint flecks adorning your face, waiting for him in a messily put up bun and a pork ramen bowl to share.

Every day, his words of love floated to you, empty behind his blue eyes, said out of duty, not out of affection. Every night, his cheek lay cold against yours, tears clouding your vision while he slept peacefully, and you wipe off the smudge of mauve lipstick that he forgot to hide, cradling his face within your fingers.

The door cracked open, letting in a cold breeze that ran down your spine in a shiver. You lift your head from your hands, eyes swollen, hair astray. Kageyama freezes in his tracks, putting down the blue paper bag on the table near the door. Was that a gift, for her? You forget the last time her bought you a surprise. “What are you doing here, y/n?”

Even being faced by his concerned tone and worried expression, yet you see it, the blissful high only she gave him, the thrill of secrecy far too much for him to resist. That must be why. Or maybe… “Am I not enough?” The guilt visibly seeps in, his stuttering unable to hide the wild look in his eyes.

“Y/n, come-.” You quickly shift backward as he reaches for you, wrapping your arms around your knees, pining him down in his place with the betrayal leaking into your features. He knows. He knows you found him out, and he knows he might lose the love of his life. But was that really what you were anymore? “N- no, y-y/n, I didn’t mean for this to happen-.” Tears fill his eyes and a lick of anger flares up within you; how dare he be sad, when you were the one who was tossed away when you weren’t needed, when you were the one who hoped he would realize you were the only one for him.

“What to happen, Tobio? The cheating? Or the fact you thought you could keep it from me? You know, maybe once you could realize that I know you, more than you could ever know me. I know you like the back of my hand but… you just never cared.” The anger dies down, gradually, but the words keep flowing.

“You don’t know what I want, or who I am, not nearly as much as I do. All you think about is volleyball. It was like this back then, it’s like this now. It’s never ‘how was your day, y/n?’, but always ‘will you come to my match?’. Maybe one day, you could try doing something with me that I’m passionate about, something I chose to do in my life, something that I want. I know this is what you’ve dreamed of, but does that somehow make it okay, to never be there for me?”

“Y/n, I love you, she’s just… different from you. She-.”

“Works eight to eight and still has dinner ready for you? Waits patiently every night, day after day, week upon week, while you travel, for matches, for ‘business meetings’, for her? Sleeps in the same bed with the only person she’s ever loved, sobbing, knowing that she is not enough?”

The silence you receive is louder than the sound of your heart shattering. And Tobio doesn’t speak a word of reassurance, not a syllable of solace. “Y-y/n, I don’t know what you want me to say; I don’t want to lose you.”

You mouth dries up at that, words dissipating in your throat. Blinking back tears, you look up at the one man you’d truly trusted. Remorse lined his features and you were almost willing to forget any of this ever happened.

Almost.

“Kageyama, you lost me the day you chose her to fall asleep to, her company to enjoy, while I suffered in silence, wanting only for you to be happy. How else did you expect this to end? I’m sorry I wasn’t enough.” And through the sadness, you smiled. Smiling because maybe you could start over again. Try again to find passion and find life, unbounded by middle school romance. And maybe, just maybe, you could heal your heart enough to love another.

You’d forgive him, forgive him for being Kageyama Tobio. But maybe this time, you had to forget too.

[yyxgin]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 !! @spookybias​ you are my assigned person for the winter fic exchange !! I know you said I should post the fic in an hour when I sent you the ask but jokes on me I had a mental breakdown so that didn't happen,,anyways here we are now and pls act surprised <3 (@districtninewriters)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟐.𝟓 𝐤

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

“What is that?” snorts your classmate Seungmin as you stride into the classroom, disgusted look on your face as you remember your first class is business, which is, dare you say, the next closest thing to death. 

“What?” you furrow your brows, confusingly looking yourself up and down to your best abilities, trying to find anything remotely close to anything your dear friend could be laughing at you about. Your shoes are there, you didn’t forget to change your pyjama pants either (yes, this did, indeed happen once and nobody will ever forget about it), you even put your best hoodie on! So what was bothering Seungmin so much?

“That coffee cup,” grins your seatmate as you plop down at the chair next to him and put the travel thermo-cup of coffee onto the wooden desk to keep you company as you try hard not to fall asleep while the teacher rambles about inflation and unemployment. 

You finally realise what he’s getting on, grinning, but trying to act unbothered nonetheless. “What about it?” you ask.

“Why does it have ‘world’s greatest grandpa’ on it and why are you bringing it to class?” he laughs, pointing to the white letters fancily sitting on the light brown travel mug, face scrunched up in disbelief mixed with amusement.

“Oh, well, Jeongin gave it to me,” you explain matter-of-factly, “which is, pretty much, the answer to your first question, I believe.” you nod.

“Not only the first one, trust me,” rolls his eyes Seungmin, seeing your annoyed look.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, the second question was why are you bringing it to class and the answer still stays the same - Jeongin. He gave it to you, so you’re now carrying it around all the time,” he teases you, knowing damn well what it does to you when he jokes around about your supposed feelings for your best friend.

“And? He’s my best friend. He gave it to me like a year ago and I’ve been using it ever since, it’s practical,” you shrug, ignoring the way you feel yourself blushing a little at the comment.

“Practical, uh-huh, I get it,” smirks Seungmin, “you sure you’re not carrying around because you miss him?” 

You look at him, look so cold it could freeze him to the chair. “Of course I miss him. He’s my best friend. But that’s not why I’m carrying this around and if you don’t stop making fun of me, I’ll make sure the coffee inside of this ends up in your lap instead.”

Seungmin only shakes his head, his stupid grin growing wider and wider by the minute. “I’m not teasing you. You just took it that way,” he exclaims, “which, pretty much, speaks for itself, if you ask me-”

You daringly take the cup into your hand, playfully hovering the coffee above his lap, making your seat-mate jolt away from you quickly to save himself from a horrible burn on his private area. “Yah, be careful!”

“I warned you,” you shrug, taking a sip from the coffee, seeing the boy move back next to you once you don’t seem as dangerous.

“When is he coming back, anyway?” asks Seungmin, lifting his eyebrows. “So I know when to pack my bags and move to the desk behind you again.”

You playfully roll your eyes. Seungmin has been your seat-mate for the time being, when Jeongin went on his student exchange program to Japan three months ago. He was lucky enough to be chosen and you were happy for him, you really were, but Seungmin was right. You missed your best friend like crazy. And on Friday, he is finally coming back. 

“In two days,” you peep, feeling the blush creeping back onto your cheeks.

“So that’s why you cancelled our plans for Friday!” exclaims Seungmin, grinning.

“And? I see your stupid face every day, Jeongin’s finally coming back after two months and you just expect me to spend the day with you?” you huff, pointing to his figure sitting next to you.

“Oh my god, you really are that whipped for him-”

“I still have enough coffee here to burn your peepee,” you innocently smile, showing him the light-brown gift you got from your best friend a year ago, seeing Seungmin sigh and throw his hands up in defeat. 

“Okay, okay,” he tells you, once again rolling his eyes at your antics, “just make sure not to kiss him once you finally see him-”

“Kim Seungmin I swear to god-”

“I got you a gift,” mumbles Jeongin in between munching on his ramen, mouth full and cheeks puffed out. If it was anyone else, you’d call them out for being disgusting and talking with an open mouth, but it was Yang Jeongin we’re talking about. He was absolutely adorable doing so. You two are currently at his favorite restaurant after you met him at the airport, cheesily throwing yourself into his arms as soon as you saw him, talking the day away as he tells you all about his trip to Japan, hanging on his every word. 

“You didn’t have to,” you shake your head at him, seeing him roll his eyes. 

“It’s nothing big, trust me, I’m still broke,” he giggles, “did you really expect me to go to Japan for three months and not get you anything? That would be rude.”

“But you already got me so many snacks!” you pout, trying to pursue him. 

“Oh, we’ll eat those together so that doesn’t even count anyway,” he giggles, waving his hand.

It’s not that you don’t want that gift. It’s just the fact that you were one hundred percent sure you will be a blushing mess while receiving it. And you don’t really want your best friend to find out about your little crush on him, do you?

Now, hear me out. As much as you would like to tell Seungmin that you were not falling for your best friend, you would be lying. You don’t even know when it happened, to be honest. 

You’ve known Jeongin since the two of you were kids. He bravely introduced himself to you in kindergarten and even though you were too shy to talk to anyone there, he was your king in the shining armour when another girl kicked down your sand castle in the playground. That itself proves to your three year old self that the dimpled boy could be trusted and so you were best friends ever since. 

You watched him grow up right in front of your eyes. From the little boy with eyes as a fox to the young man he was now, broad shoulders and a charming smile always sitting on top of his lips. His eyes stayed the same, though, the hint of mischiefness behind them swooning you over every time you looked at him. You don’t notice it right away, but if you really take a step back, it was impossible for you to not fall in love with the boy.

The first time you really took the possibility of your feelings being something more than just a friendship was right at the moment he left. You walked him to the airport, squeezing his body tightly, feeling the warmth radiating from him and smiling widely just so you don’t cry. You felt pathetic for the tears in your eyes, batting them away swiftly by blinking abruptly, not wanting your best friend to see in fear of being teased again. 

Once you pulled away from the hug, his eyes were focused on yours, his hands softly holding you by the shoulders, sighing. “Behave while I’m away, okay?” he grinned.

“Of course, captain,” you giggled, saluting, pursing your lips together to stop them from quivering.

“Are those tears in your eyes?” asked Jeongin, teasing you, snickering when you felt the said tears finally escape from your eyes onto your cheeks, his thumbs wiping them away as you felt the cold metal of the ring on his pinkie on your cheek. “Stop crying, you dummy. I’ll be back in three months. That’s not that long, is it?” 

“It’s not,” you nodded, laughing softly.

“So why are you crying?” he asked with a gentle tone in his voice that surprised you, expecting to be teased again.

“I’ll miss you,” you shrugged. 

“I’ll miss you too,” he shook his head, laughing, “stop crying. I’ll call you every day.” 

You just nodded, seeing his flight appear on the informative sign above his head, signaling the fact that he had to leave soon. “You should go. Don’t want to miss the flight, do you?”

“Okay,” he nodded and moved closer to you, hugging you one last time. You almost expected him to pull away quickly and run to the gate, when he swiftly leaned in and pecked your forehead. 

You watched him run away after that, giggling as he turned around and waved at you in the process, tugging your lips into a smile. Yes. This was the first time you realised you were foolishly in love with your best friend. Because when he pecked your forehead and the stupid butterflies decided to make their way into your stomach, you also realised one thing - and that is, you wished he kissed you on the lips instead.

“Y/n? Are you even listening?” asks Jeongin, waving his hand in front of your face to bring you back into reality.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure,” you nod, trying to sound like you didn’t just spend a solid few minutes daydreaming about his face. You notice how different he looks with blue hair, remembering something about his japanese friend Riki dying it for him like the second week after he landed in Tokyo. It looked so much better in person. It suited him.

“So, as I was saying,” he starts, reaching for something in his bag, “the gift.”

“No,” you shake your head, “I don’t want it.”

“Y/n, don’t be stupid. I’ve known you for my whole life and I am perfectly certain you like getting gifts so shut up already and let me give you a gift.” rolls his eyes Jeongin, putting the black box onto the table in front of you, waiting for you to take it.

You look at it with daring eyes, contemplating the choice for a bit before you take the box into your hands and hesitantly open it. Inside, you see a beautiful bracelet, cute just like your best friend, the pretty teal color shining into your eyes as you scan the lettered beads on the it and- oh. 

Oh.

Oh?

“Why is there ‘best mum’ written on it?” you ask, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter.

“Okay, hear me out. Me and Riki went to this one cute japanese store and it had those cutesy bracelets there and I really wanted to get you one, but they had none with your name on it and all the friendship ones were sold out already, so I took the next best choice!” he argues, seeing your amused face.

“That’s exactly what you said about the ‘world’s greatest grandpa’ coffee cup as well!” you giggle, facepalming in the process, but taking the bracelet and putting it around your hand nonetheless. You smile at the sight of it. Of course you liked it. You didn’t even care about the obnoxiously wrong sign on it, in fact, you kind of love it just for the sheer fact of those little gifts being kind of your thing now. 

“You still like it, so…” he laughs at you, seeing you play around with the beads of the bracelet, examining it.

“Of course I do, Jeongin,” you shake your head in disbelief, “of course I do.”

“What will Jeongin give you for Valentine’s day today?” asks you Seungmin, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of your frustrated face.

“Nothing?” you glare at him, “since he’s not my boyfriend, you know,” you scoff.

“Awh, is our little y/n-ie sad?” the boy teases you as you shut your locker in his face obnoxiously loud so he knows it’s time for him to finally shut his mouth for a moment. 

“I’m not. And you know that.” you grunt, rolling your eyes.

“Uh-huh, so if I told you Yang Jeongin is just talking to another girl with a rose in his hand, you wouldn’t care the slightest bit-”

“Where?!” you jolt, turning around furiously, looking for the blue head in the hallway, but noticing nothing. Just then you realise Seungmin is watching you with a playful smirk on his lips, enjoying the view of your panicked expression.

“I was just joking, chill. But speaking of our little Innie, he’s just walked in from behind the corner, so I’ll leave you two to it-”

“No-”

“Bye!” screams Seungmin and disappears into the boy’s bathroom so you can’t follow his tall figure inside. What does he even think about himself? Leaving you with your crush alone on Valentine's day? It wasn’t like you were absolutely terrified of someone walking up to the boy and asking him to be their Valentine, you swear!! It was just… the slightest hint of hope that maybe, he will be the one to ask you this year that is scaring you.

Oh, what a fool you were.

“Y/n!” you hear someone call you, knowing damn well it was your best friend. You wait for him to catch up to you, smiling at his face. He looks even better than usual with his hair parted in the middle, you can even tell he put some effort into picking out his outfit today. He looks nice, yet you fear that fact, because that must mean he wants to look nice for some reason - someone, in particular, and that is not good, considering it was Valentine’s day.

“Hey,” you smile at him, “all dressed up today. Trying to impress somebody?” you bitterly laugh, seeing him blush a little.

“Well, do you think it'll work?” he sighs, looking down to his feet. It wasn’t like Jeongin to act so shy around you. What was going on?

“So, who are you trying to impress, then?” you smile, trying to look unbothered.

“I brought you something!” suddenly bursts out Jeongin, seeing your surprised face as he doesn’t answer your question. 

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Umm, wait-” he says, rummaging through his backpack, taking out a baked pastry in the shape of a big heart you recognise as a gingerbread, “here. I got this for you.”

You hesitantly take the gingerbread into your hands, seeing how it’s decorated with pretty flowers drawn in colored frosting, a big sign on top of it written in cursive making you blush just at the sight of it. 

‘Lovely girlfriend’, there says, making you bitterly giggle. 

“Let me guess. They didn’t have any best friend ones in the store,” you scoff, knowing damn well that was the reason for the sign on top of the gingerbread, not even sure if they bake ones with best friends signs on them in the first place.

“They did, actually,” he sheepishly mumbles, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“Then why- why didn’t you just take that one?” you ask, feeling your blush growing deeper and deeper.

“Well, umm-” he musters up to awkwardly mutter, “well, you see, I was wondering if maybe you could make that statement on the gingerbread true, you know?” he asks, seeing you freeze.

You feel like something hit you over your head, you feel like you are dreaming. Because this surely cannot be happening right now, right?

“If not, I can just eat that one and buy you a ‘best friends forever’ one instead, it’s all good, you know, but you could just let me know now so I-”

You cut him off, eagerly throwing yourself into his arms, giggling to yourself. His body relaxes in the instance, his hands gripping your hips as he holds you close, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you nod, pulling away from him so you can look him in the eye.

His eyes are smiling back at you, a shy gaze sent your way as he bites down on his lip before leaning in and softly kissing your forehead again, just like that day at the airport. When he pulls away, he sees you staring at him with stars in your eyes, making him the happiest person on this whole entire planet, cursing himself for not buying the pretty necklace with ‘my love’ written on it back in Japan instead.

But as he sees you gazing onto him, his eyes fall down onto your lips subconsciously, inviting you to take the first step now, standing on your tip-toes to lock your lips in a sweet peck.

And right then and there, you realise he has always been the sweetest gift of them all.

GENNY❣❣❣once again, sUrPrIsE hihi umm okay,,well i hope you like this 😎 i am glad i could finally write about jeongin some more,,also i am so glad i got you as my assigned person because ENGENE TWINS !! you are actually my first engene friend djdk yes i did say friend because we are legally friends now i dont make the rules. thanks for answering my random ass questions and for screaming about enhypen with me <33 you are a really cool and wholesome bean and i hope we can continue being friends hihi ily

— your 🎄 anon, Bar <3

[deerixiie]

Omg your event is so cool! Congrats!!! 🎊🍾🎈🎉 could I maybe request “long drives and sleepless nights” with noya? (PLS LMAO I’m so bad at titles I was trying so hard to think of something inspiring enough for you and something fun to write, I hope you enjoy writing it if you do 🥺 and congrats again!)

long drives and sleepless nights - nishinoya y.

—angst, gn!reader, sorta bittersweet ending, timeskip

—this ask is like 3 months old... and this turned out way longer than expected oops 😭 im gonna crosspost this to ao3!!

Nishinoya is terrified.

You’re sitting so close to him that your shoulders could brush against his if you leaned to the right, but of course you don’t. You’re staring frustratingly out the car window instead, refusing to look at him.

Nishinoya is terrified because he knew was going to screw this up even more than he already did.

Tsukishima had once told him, at the end of his last year in Karasuno when people were starting to consider driver’s licenses, that he should not be trusted behind a wheel of any sorts. He had scowled, ready to snap back at his junior, but then you had laughed, and Nishinoya was staring at the way the corner of your eyes crinkled and how you moved your hand to hide your giggles.

He forgot what he was going to say to Tsukishima, but none of it really mattered because it turns out it was true. He had only obtained the license because of his sister’s persistent teaching and apparent history with his driving instructor (he couldn’t look into his instructor’s eyes after learning that), and even after he did, he managed to crash his car into a stop sign. And a tree. And a ramen stand. His infamous driving accidents had become an inside joke between you, Tanaka, and him; but again, Nishinoya didn’t really mind because you looked so cute whenever you were laughing.

So when three years had come and gone and he was back in Miyagi and he had asked you, “hey, go on a late-night drive with me?” out of nowhere and you had said yes, he was completely floored.

“You’d trust me driving a car?” was what he had said, completely confused, and when you just shrugged it off saying that “it’s been three years, maybe there has been improvement,” he almost cried with joy.

Turns out none of that matters, because despite the fact that there were no road accidents he forgot to fill up the tank of the car.

And now he’s stranded in a car with you on a back road in the middle of God-knows-where, and his phone has no service and its freezing cold. You refuse to talk to him, glaring at the window with a finality that was stubborn, for even you.

Sigh. He really knew how to screw it up, didn’t he?

His ingenious Plan (the capital was intended) was that he’d drive you out to a beach in the middle of the night and then whip up some sappy confession that creates enough romantic tension that it would be ethical to kiss you. And then he’d ask you out and you’d say yes, because he was a great kisser and you were totally in love with him.

(At least, that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself of since he got back to Japan.)

But Nishinoya, being the idiot that he is, didn’t even get to drive you to the beach.

You’re obviously worked up about the entire thing, but apart from arguing with him about what to do earlier, you had remained silent this entire time, avoiding his gaze. He can see the firm press of your lips and furrow in your eyebrows.

(God, he hates that expression. He wants to see you laugh again.)

A quiet voice in his mind instructs him to be quiet, that talking to you would probably make you more upset, but the irrational voice in his mind, the one he always listens to, tells him: “Y/N can’t stay mad at you forever, yolo.” And that, in Nishinoya’s book, is pretty good advice.

So he opens his mouth.

“Hey, Y/N.”

He sees you bristle, but you stay silent. Nishinoya’s heart sinks. “Look, I know you’re mad, but-”

“Are you stupid?”

Nishinoya blinks. “What?”

“You. Are you stupid?”

Yes, he is stupid. He is completely aware of that. He lets out a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, I am. I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“Uh… being stupid? Stranding you in the middle of nowhere? Ruining everything?”

“Yuu.”

You turn to look him straight in the eye, and he realizes your eyes are rimmed with red. God, did he make you cry?

“You left.”

Nishinoya’s world comes crashing down.

He did leave. After learning of Tanaka and Kiyoko’s engagement, he had packed his bags and disappeared. Because the world was moving too fast. Everytime he looked at you and felt that ache in his chest, he told himself he had time. Savor this relationship, this friendship, you can always hide your feelings. But then he saw the way everyone was moving on to new chapters of their lives, even you, and he realized with a shock that if he didn’t confess to you now, you’d move on.

But he was terrified. The threat of rejection loomed over him, taunting him with heartbreak and humiliation, and when he’d try to run from that, the threat of you moving on laughed in his face.

So he ran away.

He ran away from Miyagi. From Karasuno’s volleyball club. From you.

It took him three years to come to his senses and return, and he was so relieved when he found you just where he left you, at home in Miyagi. He picked up things where they’ve left off and tried his best to avoid the issue of him leaving. He mustered up his courage and created the Plan with the intention of going through with it.

But then things went to shit, and suddenly the elephant in the room—“Why did Nishinoya run away?”—became bigger and bigger.

And apparently, you were going to address it. Elephants are hard to ignore.

“You left, Yuu,” you repeat, your eyes piercing into his. “Not even a proper goodbye, just a text to the group chat at 1 AM that you were going halfway across the world. That’s such bullshit. Did you ever think of how we felt?”

Nishinoya opens his mouth to respond, then closes it. Like a dumb-looking fish out of water.

“Did you ever think about how I felt?”

All the air is sucked out of Nishinoya’s lungs. The fish out of water metaphor was apparently becoming more and more fitting.

“I was scared,” Nishinoya mumbles, but it’s a half-assed excuse.

“Scared of what?” Your voice is sharp and it cuts straight through the curtain walls hung around his heart.

“Everything was moving too fast, and I couldn’t keep up with it. I needed to do...something, but I was scared of doing it. So I ran.” Nishinoya sighs. “I’m not saying it was a good thing, I just.. I just panicked. I was barely sleeping because I kept worrying about everything, and it kind of felt like everything was crashing down. So I ran away.”

“What were you scared of doing?”

Your voice came out of seemingly nowhere. The sharp edge was gone, replaced with something softer. Curiosity? Anticipation?

Nishinoya closed his eyes. Yolo, his mind whispered.

“Telling you that I love you.”

(The curtain walls fall to the ground.)

[ressyfaerie]

Last suggestion! (I've only saw the dub & not read the manga so pls forgive if I'm wrong with this and they all know) Random headcanon that somehow Kai is the last to know about Tyson's mom passing. Idk but I feel like Kai makes a tasteless comment and the team are like dude we know this? And he's just generally ??? what? He misunderstands and thinks it's recent and speaks to Tyson but he tells him it's been years and years and he's at peace with it. Bonus if awkward hug/attempt at one from Kai 😂 (I also headcanon he's never had a hug so has no idea how to)

AWWW this sounds so cute im doin it. Oh alcohol mentions! It wrote itself but its v cute im proud of this one for sure!!!

Just teenagers being teenagers.

A night in the dojo without adult supervision and nothing to do meant stealing alcohol from the liquor cabinet and singing karaoke.

Ray and Max’s harmonies shattered eardrums.

Tyson laughed, “how can they be high and low pitched at the same time?”

Acting silly and opening up was what tonight was all about.

Even Kai got talkative after a few drinks, you could even say he was acting—

“Irresponsible! Kai get down from there!” Tyson held his sides laughing so hard he thought his lungs would collapse.

Kai hung off the edge of the couch, lounging like a rich prince.

Max hopped up beside him, “what are you doing buddy?”

“I’m a cat.”

The room fell into an uproar of laughs and giggles. Kai fell to the cushions laughing as well.

Tyson took every opportunity to jab questions into Kai.

“Favourite animal?”

“Cats.”

“Favourite food?”

“That ramen you made for us that one time.”

“Favourite dance?”

“Never done it, but I’m a fan of swing.”

“Favourite childhood toy?”

Now he got hung up on that one.

They both laid on the floor, everyone slowly joined. Music from karaoke turned on low escaped the TV surrounding the room in a comforting atmosphere.

“I never really had one.”

“Everyone had one!”

“My parents gave me a stuffed tiger.” Ray grinned while holding a pillow close to his chest, “I lost it though. Man, I loved that thing.”

Max started to talk, then stopped giggling, “I had a piece of silk.”

They laughed, Tyson was the first to respond, “a piece of silk?”

“I called it silky. I was from one of my mom’s old skirts. I would sleep with it every night when she was gone.” He chuckled, “I actually still have it.”

“Where is it?” Ray asked.

“At my dads. I keep it on my nightstand.”

Hilary was sleeping on the couch with her head on Kenny’s lap, Kenny joined the conversation with a hushed voice. “Was it hard? Having a mom that was only half there all the time?”

“Yeah. I always told myself… At least I have a mom. There’s lots of people who aren’t as lucky as me.”

“Yeah…” Kenny trailed off, knowing he had two parents that loved him, and he probably wasn’t welcome in the conversation about to ensue.

“Your Dad’s nice though.” Ray pointed out.

“I love my Dad. My Mom can be a handful…”

“Other way around for me.” Tyson had his arms folded behind his head, “at least you don’t have any crazy siblings.”

“Dude, fuck Hiro.” Kai hiccuped.

“Guess we learned Kai has a low alcohol tolerance.” Max threw a pillow at Kai to catch him off guard.

He caught it in midair.

“Ooohhhh!!” Tyson cooed in awe.

Kai grumbled,” I’m fine. I just hate that guy.”

“Well I never knew my parents thanks for asking.” Ray changed the subject delicately, Kai had a habit of getting aggressive when he talked about Hiro, he didn’t want the conversation to turn sour.

“Why not?” Tyson asked with a drunken lack of compassion.

Ray shrugged, “ it takes a village to raise a child, I guess that’s what happened.”

“Makes sense.” Tyson sat up lazily, “wanna know what my favourite toy was?”

“Hell yeah!” Max somehow had another pillow and was throwing it in the air and catching it over and over again.

“Other than Dragoon, it was this old kendo sword my mom gave me. It was an heirloom. I still have it, but I played with it so much I wore it out, I’m afraid to use it again.”

Surprisingly, it was Kai who responded.

“Wow, your Mom must have put a lot of trust in her kid to give them something like that. She must have loved you a lot.”

The room grew quiet and cold.

Kai turned to look at Tyson, who was just staring back with a blank expression.

“I’m going to go get some water.” Tyson sat up making his way to the kitchen.

As soon as they heard the door slide shut, Max shoved a fist into Kai’s chest.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

“Idiot! Tyson’s Mom died when he was just born! He never even met her! He never talks about it because it's a bit of a touchy subject!”

Max frowned and glared at Kai.

“Sorry.” Kai started, “I never really clued in. I thought she died when he was older.”

Ray slapped a hand to his forehead, “dude, we know this.”

Kai sighed, “I’ll go apologize.”

“Yeah you better!” Max threw the pillow at him, this time Kai let it hit him, accepting his punishment weakly.

“Tyson?”

The kitchen was dimly lit, Tyson was making something at the counter.

“You want some tea Kai?”

“What kind?”

“Just green tea. Nothing special.”

Kai watched him pour the water, unsure how to start, he could still feel the effects of alcohol bouncing around his brain. He waited a moment, hoping to articulate his thoughts appropriately.

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, Kai. It’s been a long time, almost two decades, I mean—you’d think I’d be over it?”

Kai saw his eyes, slightly damp with tears.

“This is a tough subject for you. I’m sorry.”

Tyson rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, letting out a sniffle.

“I’ve always been okay with it. I guess… I’ve never known anything different. I do wish my father and brother were more present though.”

Tyson stared out the window into the darkness of night. He couldn’t see anything, but he still looked, for a long while.

Kai licked his lips before continuing, “I never knew my parents well either. They abandoned me, I have some memories of them, but not much.”

Tyson gave him his attention, and tried to change the subject, “so you would have had a favourite toy then?”

Kai suppressed a laugh, knowing what he was trying to do,” like I said, my memories of that time are fuzzy. I actually remember more of the abbey—surprisingly enough.”

“Oh.” Now Tyson was worried he had overstepped.

“Do you remember what your Mom looked like?” Kai wasn’t sure why he was pressing the subject, he normally wouldn’t.

Tyson blinked a few times, surprised by Kai’s sudden curiosity. “Um, apparently I have her hair, and her eyes. Her face was soft too, so I guess I got all my Mom’s features.”

Tyson rubbed the back of his head grinning.

Kai agreed, “thank god.”

Tyson let out a fast laugh, “ha! Did you just call my Dad ugly?”

Kai squinted his eyes, “I guess I did?”

They fell into probably the hundredth laugh attack of that night, Tyson placed his hand on Kai’s shoulder stabilizing himself.

Their laughs drifted away, Kai glanced at Tyson’s hand, then at his best friend.

“I’m sorry you never knew your mother.”

Tyson was caught off guard at Kai’s soft voice.

“I’m sorry you never really knew yours…” Tyson returned the sympathy.

Kai grinned, and bit his lip, “I’m sorry your Dad’s so ugly.”

“Ha!”

The uncontrollable giggles had Tyson holding his side, and Kai hunched over. They were so close to each other now. Tyson’s hand had drifted to Kai’s neck, he could feel his warm skin and heartbeat. Kai had gone completely against his character, and was holding Tyson’s stomach trying to prevent him from keeling over.

Then Tyson fell forward, letting his chin prop on Kai’s shoulder.

Kai was halfway to hugging him.

When he realized this, he stopped giggling, and Tyson’s irregular breathing was the only remnant of laughter left in the room.

Kai’s voice barely reached Tyson’s ear, “I’ve never hugged anyone before.”

“First.” Tyson wrapped his arms around Kai’s shoulders.

Kai held his arms out loosely, “what are you, a youtube comment?”

Short laughs, Kai felt Tyson’s chest rumble with each chuckle, he let his hands fall into Tyson’s body.

He had his arms wrapped around Tyson’ abdomen, then curled them along his back, completely unsure if what he was doing was right.

Tyson’s voice reverberated through Kai’s ears, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“What does it sound like?”

“Fast.”

They didn’t say anything.

Kai felt Tyson’s long hair against his cheek, he had never felt such soft hair, let alone so close… He breathed in.

“You smell like cedarwood and cherry blossom.”

“It’s my shampoo.”

Neither one of them had the confidence to break apart, or maybe... they didn’t want to.

Kai found his hand gliding up Tyson's spine, he felt Tyson shiver slightly at the touch. He gently played with the ends of Tyson’s blue hair, feeling it twirl through his fingers like silk.

“Are you… are you playing with my hair?” Tyson’s voice rang in disbelief.

Kai’s eyes grew wide when he noticed what he was doing. He pushed himself away, keeping one hand on Tyson’s side, he didn’t want to let go completely, out of fear he could never go back.

Tyson was in a mirror position with one hand on his shoulder.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Tyson smirked.

“You better not.”

“You can play with my hair whenever you want.”

“Can I!?” Kai took a step back after he realized how excited his voice was.

“Learn how to tie a braid and then we can talk.” Tyson pushed the envelope with his teasing.

“I’ll google it right now.”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Omg skater gyu is legit gonna kill me. Y/n there might be 100% loyal in her heart toward Soobin but I’m here sitting like “Bad, bad, butterflies in my chest. There's something I gotta confess. Yes, somebody's stuck in my head” (idk if u know the song)

Okay so, you are a sheltered daughter of a rich ass dude who hired yeonjun as a bodyguard. But ya’ll fall in love but you know someone rough and poor like him would never be accepted by your father. So ya’ll decided to elope. Everything was perfect until all the money run out mostly due to you being high maintenance and Yeonjun also doesn’t want your princess like lifestyle to go away. So he would do any dirty work, robbing convenience store cashiers, stealing on the train etc. Because all he know was how to use force, he would harm people at times.

You were very sheltered but weren’t oblivious to all of these. However, you still decided to shut up and let him spoil you because he’s the cutest when he’s showering you with gifts. You find him who got cuts and and scars on his face just for you, very attractive.

Until one day, police started searching for him and both of you had to run away in his grey car. It obviously started getting very hard for you and you started to miss your comfortable life in your father’s shadow.

Omg I legit planned out the whole story in my head already lmao 🤣

(Also pls nooo where do u heard that 😭 Eunwoo is the sweetest thing ever (maybe not very sweet bc he’s very shy to do fan service) He was legit the reason I started stanning kpop. I wasn’t there when they debuted but I trust them more than groups I stans since their debute years. Like Enha (love them to death but still) Like no matter how many grps I stan, Astro is like my safe place because of the energy they radiate. Like in many grps, there’s like one member that’s a complete sunshine but for astro, the whole grp is sunshine. And among them, eunwoo is like the more neutral member and is very ethical, polite and humble. Like no matter how a person hide behind their persona, their true selves radiates and we fans can feel it.)

-🐍

You jump on Yeonjun as soon as he gets to the motel room, tearing the bags from his hands, starving. But as soon as you see what's inside, you drop them to the floor rudely.

"Ramen again? I can't keep eating this shit."

Yeonjun picks the bags off the floor and sets them on the table before he wraps his arms around you. "I'm sorry, princess, but that's all I can afford right now."

"That's not my problem. I thought you said you'd take care of me." You throw his arms off of you, walking away. But Yeonjun grabs you by the arm and pulls you against his body. "I'm doing everything I can. You know that."

"Not everything." You say ominously. Yeonjun stares into your eyes, trying to follow the dark gleam reflected on them. "What have you got cooking inside your pretty little head, princess?"

You smile widely, wrapping your own arms around his neck. "You know I'm daddy's only heir, right?"

He looks at you in confusion. "I thought he took you off the will."

"He can put me back. If I go to him and act all sorry and regretful, he'll take me back. I'm sure of it."

"You want to leave me?" Anger flashes over his face, making you shiver. You always liked angry Yeonjun, he was so fun to play with.

"Of course not, baby." You brush your lips against his. "It would be just an act to get back on daddy's good side."

"What's the point? If he finds out we're still together, he'll just kick you out again."

Your grin stretches wickedly. "Not if something happens to him first."

Yeonjun pales, and he tries to step back but you press your body flush against his, not letting him go. "Princess, t-that's too--"

"You said you'd do anything for me." You remind him, your face growing cold.

He looks conflicted, disturbed by your plan. You don't let him think too much. It was always better when he let you do the thinking. Your lips trail down his neck, laying kisses that turn increasingly more fervent, fogging the man's mind and making him yield to your touch.

"Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Of course, I do." He gasps as you slither your hand between his legs, coaxing his member to hardness.

"I'm not very happy right now, Junnie." You lament, cupping his cheek and bringing his face to yours in a searing kiss that leaves him dazed. "You'll do this for me, yeah? So we can be happy?"

The face of the man before you is that of defeat. He could never say no to you.

"Anything for you princess."

_______________

ahhhh sorry for hijaking your story lmao just wanted to write something for you. also because I refuse what you're implying that they commited suicide like in the mv 😭

as for eunwoo idk it was like a couple of years back or something. hopefully it's not true and they remain your sunshine group babe

[bts-reveries]

waste it on me | part 15 | please read the a/n!

As you sat in Jungkook’s car you wonder to yourself. What made Jungkook suddenly change?

“You’re quiet,” he says, pulling into a parking lot. It was the last ramen place you two went to together. It was during a field trip in Seoul. You never went here with anyone else.

“You still remember this place?” You say, looking out the car window.

“Of course, this was our place. Even if we only went here once.” You nod at his response.

“We should get our stomachs full before we talk hm? Your mind goes running whenever you’re hungry,” he laughs, getting out of the car. Your cheeks turn red, you didn’t think he’d remember that bad habit of yours.

***

When you two got seated and ordered your food, you look up at him and he smiles at you.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m opening up all of a sudden..” You nod at him, waiting for him to continue. He looks down, scratching his head instead, laughing nervously.

“Okay well, I didn’t want to start off like this but I guess I will...” He looks up to you and you nod again for him to continue.

“I-I still like you... a lot actually.” Your heart stopped. You didn’t expect this. At all. In ten years, you’d think he stopped for good.

“Don’t worry though,” he laughs, “I won’t be trying anything, I just want to be friends. Nothing else.” Your heart sank. “I figured I just keep my distance because I know how much I hurt you when I left, but then we kept bumping into each other and my hyungs and your friends kept telling me to talk to you. At least to explain. Soo.. I said if it was fate, then I’d do it.” He laughs again, looking down at his hands. “But then my hyungs told me that it was already fate when you were there when we met up with Namjoon hyung and also the time where we hung out with Namjoon hyung’s friends and one of them happened to be you. So third times a charm right? And then I ended up being seated next to you at the theater so I took the chance and now we’re here.”

“One pork ramen?” You turn to the waitress and you raise your hand. She gives you yours and hands Jungkook his.

“Thank you,” you both say, she bows her head at the both of you, leaving you two to go back to your conversation.

“So are you going to explain now?” You say as soon as the lady left. Jungkook nods at you.

“It’s ten years overdue but, better late than never right?”

✨💫flashback💫✨

“I’M SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU ACTING LIKE THIS.”

Jungkook turns his head to his bedroom door. His parents were fighting again. It was the fifth time in this week alone. He turns his head back around, trying to ignore the yelling.

“Don’t worry Kookie, everything will be okay. Just focus on what we’re working on,” Taehyung says, grabbing the younger one’s attention. He came over to help Jungkook out with his art project. They would’ve done it at his place but Jungkook figured that if he had a friend over, maybe the fighting would stop.

“Okay so just blend that in more,” Taehyung says, pointing to Jungkook’s paper.

“Like this?” He says when suddenly a door slams, making both boys jump. Jungkook stops, looking back to his bedroom door.

“It’s okay Kookie, just—“

“No it’s not, stop saying that,” Jungkook says looking back at Taehyung. “You keep saying that.”

“Saying what?”

“That word. “Okay.” It’s okay. Everything will be okay. You say that because you have a perfect family with perfect parents that get along.”

“Jungkook, parents fight all the time. It’s just a bump in the road, they’ll go back to normal soon. Calm down.”

“Taehyung I cant.” At this time, Jungkook was already getting agitated and his big round eyes were filled with tears. With one blink, the flood gates would open.

“They been at this all week. Same thing over and over again. It hasn’t ended. I know parents fight, they have before and they solve it right away but I don’t think it’s going to be the same this time.”

“Look, Jungkook, no matter what happens. You will end up okay. Parents together or not, they both love you, you’re their first priority.”

“I know that but what about them hyung? My whole life, they loved each other. I don’t want things to change.”

“I’m sorry, I know your still young and all, but you’re old enough to know that life is all about changing. It changes whether we like it or not. But we’ll adapt to these changes. It’s going to be okay— sorry.” Jungkook sighs, a tear falls down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away.

Knock knock

Jungkook and Taehyung both look up at the door. Jungkook quickly gets up to open it. It was his dad.

“Hey,” he says, Jungkook scanned his face and his dad’s face was tinted red. His eyes were swollen and shiny. He sighs as he looks at his son, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Pack your stuff. We’re moving in with your uncle Seojun.” Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“D-dad, why.” His dad looks over his shoulder. Taehyung looks away when their eyes met.

“I’ll tell you later. Just start packing.” With that he walks away, leaving Jungkook stunned. He swallows, closing the door slowly and walking back to Taehyung.

“What’d he say,” Taehyung asks. Jungkook shakes his head.

“We’re leaving.” Taehyung eyebrows raised.

“Leaving? Where?”

“California. My dad said we’re moving in with my uncle Seojun. He lives in.. Los Angeles.” He says slowly, eyes lost in space.

“Jungkook..”

“Don’t tell anyone. Please.” He says with pleading eyes. Taehyung felt bad for him. The young one’s eyes were red and you can see the heartbreak in his eyes. Taehyung nodded.

“I won’t.”

~end of flashback~

“Your parents separated.” You say in shock. All these years you thought he moved with his family. He did say he moved with his family but you expected it to be him and both his parents. Not just his dad moving in with his relatives.

“Wow... I’m sorry to hear that Kook.. It must’ve been hard to go through alone.” He nods.

“Yeah, they ended up getting a divorce afterwards, but it’s okay. I got through it. Los Angeles was fun. I went to a new school and made friends right away. I lost them though after we graduated. But then I made more friends once I got in college. That’s where I met Yoongi hyung, Hobi hyung, and Jimin hyung.”

“Then why couldn’t you tell me any of this?” He sighs.

“I wanted to. At the moment it happened it was set that I wasn’t going to tell you anything. I didn’t want anyone to know what the reason I was leaving was.”

“Not even me?” He looks down, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. That’s why I made up that lie that my family wanted to move abroad. I really didn’t want to hurt you Yn, but back then I knew it wasn’t possible and that it wasn’t going to work out. I didn’t want to waste your time and I didn’t want to break your heart-“

“But you did.”

“Trust me I didn’t want to.”

“You could’ve texted me, or called me and explained to me everything and if you didn’t want to continue it, you could’ve broke up with me then.”

“I wasn’t able to continue calling or texting you because we had to get our phones changed. And when we did, I was too much of a chicken to message you. I imagined you being sad and I didn’t want to call hearing you cry or what if you were mad and you started yelling at me and I was already feeling my worst then. I was too scared to see how I made you feel.” You sigh, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. It was ten years ago. We were thirteen and there’s really no reason for me to be mad now. I’m just glad we have some closure and I finally know the reason.”

“So do you forgive me?” You smile at Jungkook.

“Again. We were young, it was almost over a decade ago. We’re good Kookie.” He smiles at you.

“Well great. I’m sorry it took so long, I thought you would’ve known by now though.”

“How would I?”

“Well you’re best friends with Taehyung. I was sure he would’ve told you everything. He knew the whole story.”

“Taehyung knew?”

“He was there at my house when my parents had their final argument. And he was there when I left for the airport. He really didn’t tell you anything?" You shake your head.

“Wow. I mean I told him not to tell you, but I would’ve thought after I left he would’ve done it anyways.” You scoff as you thought about all the times you ranted to Taehyung about your none existent love life. 

“All this time, I was afraid of looking for love or getting into a relationship. I didn’t know why you left, I thought it was something I’ve done. Taehyung told me I was fine and to just go for it. But I didn’t want to because I was insecure and I thought that I’d do something and the same thing that happen between us would happen again. This is why I wanted closure. I thought once I found out what really was wrong with me, I’d be able to go out there and face the dating world again.” You say as you look down into your empty ramen bowl. Jungkook’s ears tint pink, guilt was flooding his system.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner if I knew that this would happ--”

“No. You wouldn’t know any of that because you weren’t there with me when any of these happened. But Taehyung was. And you’re telling me... that all along... he could’ve just told me everything?”

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waste it on me

☞part 15: he could’ve☜

→ pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

→ a/n: in the flashback, we (the readers) are getting to see the big picture of what happened in jungkook’s life, but he’s not telling yn every detail like the flashback. he’s just telling her the basis. leaving out the tae detail.

also-- opinions are welcome but pls don’t hate on any characters lol

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[luvdsc]

hello, i have arrived in the land of luvdsc issuing a request to please enlighten the rest of your readers, as i was perusing the musical motion pictures of nct dreamies, and thought to myself, i would like jisung as a baby brother, chenle as my cousin, and donghyuck a family friend. then i paused. and pondered, what does CAT think ??? miss cat ???? any comments ????

apologies as i forgot to elaborate, i meant to inquire, within nct, how would you assign them as if they were to exist in your actual life? many thanks. warm regards.

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MXJDKDKMD omg ti, your texting style here is throwing me off LOL also not at how I read hyuck as your family member and was like ??? sweet home alabama for you I guess 💀💀 hmmm tbh I feel like some of nct would be strangers to me or like, I wouldn’t bother with wanting to meet them rip but alrighty, pls let me know if you want me to elaborate on any of them :’) these are all actual people I met in my life !!

taeil — random grad student I met in a lecture I went to for extra credit

johnny — my friend who was a frat president candidate but forfeited his position because he kept advocating for mark to join his frat, even tho all his frat bros didn’t want mark to join and they put mark through hell with hazing but mark still made it

taeyong — the super pretty boy in my drawing class whom I sat next to and he was really shy at first but then started to talk more and initiated conversations and laughed at all my jokes

yuta — hot frat dude who pops up at every party I go to and we take shots together every time. 10/10 would trust him to watch my drink

kun — TA for one of my coding classes and I went to his office hours once for help but he had no idea what to do so I never went back again

doyoung — that one obnoxious infuriating know it all who’s somehow always in my classes and one time, his question was so long that the prof was like “sorry I just couldn’t muster up enough concentration to listen to all of that” and moved on (this is a true story and I love that prof)

ten — the guy who knows where to get all the good stuff but doesn’t actually use it himself. he’s also super fun to party with

jaehyun — the dude all the girls think is hot but when you actually hooked up with him, the sex was mediocre but at least his face was nice to look at

winwin — my good friend who models and walks the runways for NYFW and was one of the people I body painted and took pics of for my final project

jungwoo — one of my good friends/suitemates whom I found eating cereal and vegetarian enchiladas sitting on the couch armrest in our living room in the dark one time

lucas — the nice fratboy who’s always down to go out and get in n out at midnight or go to 7/11 with me at 3 am for some nachos and taquitos

mark — that one freshman who tries really hard to rush a frat (see johnny’s description for more detail)

hendery — my roommate who’s one of my closest friends and knows all the good parties and the most fun person to go clubbing with. he and ten are best friends

xiaojun — the guy from the robotics club who said hi to me and I was like ??? and he was like “you don’t remember me, do you?” yikes rip sorry dude

renjun — one of my bestest friends whom I enjoy clowning all the time because his reactions are funny plus our humor matches well all the time. we have weekly ramen and boba tea sessions where we just shit talk the people in our lives. we also binge watch every single season of bones and criminal minds together on netflix and go through tinder to make fun of profiles together with haechan

jeno — that one attractive sophomore on the school’s baseball team in my 3D design class during my junior year and he was fun to flirt with but ultimately, I refuse to go out with an underclassman or someone younger than me ndjdjdjd

haechan — my other bestest friend whom I shit talk with and we clown our other best friend all the time aka renjun. we lay out our blankets on the campus lawns and sunbathe and eat our poke bowls. he’s my go to buddy to try new restaurants with. we end up interning at the same place and accepting our job offers and we go shopping and get dinner together after work every friday

jaemin — that one engineering major who’s super charismatic and involved in everything at school, like he does campus tours for incoming freshman and all that jazz and the freshman girls are always starry eyed around him, and he’s really sweet, and we’re not close but we always say hi and talk whenever we see each other

yangyang — the freshman who thinks he’s such a hotshot but drinks way too much at his first party and ends up throwing up in a bush as the girl he was attempting to flirt with awkwardly pats his back and has to call an uber for him

shotaro — the one person in group projects who genuinely tries his hardest to contribute but all his contributions are lowkey useless but I don’t have the heart to tell him that

sungchan — my friend on the lacrosse team and one time, I saw him skateboard straight into the glass door with a loud bang and fall over and then quickly get up and pretend that didn’t happen but jokes on him, I saw and laughed my ass off and we made eye contact and he almost died from embarrassment

chenle — the one guy who’s super loud at every single sports games and is super enthusiastic and into team spirit and the referee has to ask him to calm down at one point

jisung — the baby freshman I adopt and I will fight anyone who hurts him. I always buy him food, and he likes to tell me about his day and what he did everyday and discusses his classes with me. He made me a friendship bracelet which wasn’t the best but he tried :’)

[luccislegs]

ok luna first of all,, i lof u hard :sadcat: second of all, can i pls (very self indulgently) request poly hcs for sanji/reader/sabo bc i love them very much and also i just wanna date them both. perhaps just like “how they met” + cute relationship hcs if that’s ok!! nsfw is optional bc i know that’s a lot but u know i lof me some good smut,, anyways once again i love u and i’ll talk to u soon uwu

okay no queen, i lof u way harder. trust me. and you can have anything you want from me, all you have to do is ask :sadcat:

Sanji was extremely confused when he first met Sabo. He’d been friends with Luffy for a long time before finally meeting his older brother, who had been traveling overseas for a few years. So when he finally did meet him, it was like a swift kick to the stomach as he laid eyes on him. Sanji had always fawned over women and, other than Ace, had never had that reaction to another man. And with Ace, it was always ignored.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t ignore it this time because he wanted to spend time with you and you wanted to spend time with Sabo. It had been far too long since you got to spend time with your friend and, though you’d known each other since childhood, years apart had sparked a new emotion in your. And when you ran to him in the airport, throwing your arms around him, he buried his face in your hair and held tight, unwilling to let go.

When he finally did, he pulled back and marveled at you. “Wow, Laura ___, you look amazing. It’s been a long time. You’re taller,” he said, ruffling your hair. But the familiar touch was shadowed by the look of amazement in his eyes, as if he was confused or mesmerized by your face. The intense look caused you to flush, and he stuck by your side all the way through the airport, causing Luffy to pout at his single-minded focus (as if Luffy hadn’t done that exact same thing to other people innumerable times), and all through dinner his eyes remained locked on you.

Not that you were faring any better. He now sported a scar over his eye, which he gave the story behind over several bowls of ramen. Luffy’s friends had met up with them outside the restaurant and Sabo took notice of the attractive blond right away. Not as much as ___ of course but, he could appreciate. When he found himself seated across from the blond– who’s name he learned was Sanji– and ___, he slowly grew to like the other man.

His plans were to settle down in town instead of setting off on a new adventure, wanting to spend time with his family after so long away. He moved in with Luffy and Law for a time, at least until a room opened up with Sanji when Zoro moved in with Okiku. 

That was…an interesting dynamic. Sabo knew of his penchant for fawning over women and he certainly did it more to ___ than anyone else. But the attention paid to Sabo himself was also intense, giving the same vibes as his fawning but quieter, as if he was unsure. It was very fun for Sabo– who knew himself already– to tease him about it, asking him if he liked the view or if he had something on his face as he leaned closer to Sanji’s face.

You spent a lot of time at their place. The “something” between you and Sabo had morphed from longing looks to casual and lingering touches; hand-holding, cuddling on the couch, and dinner dates were common now. Sanji often found the two of you like that and was overcome with a look of longing. Living with Sanji gave rise to more powerful feelings and now when he looked at his roommate, he was filled with the same amused fondness he felt for you.

At first, Sanji felt a lot of jealousy for the man who had your attention. In the days leading up to Sabo’s return, you did nothing but talk about him. “Sabo this, Sabo that, Sabo everything,” and Sanji couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t you see how much he wanted your attention? And then Sabo actually showed up and…well it wasn’t quite like a switch flipped but all those nasty thoughts were muted and, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t dislike the blond.

As for you, you were unaware of Sanji’s true interest in you. You were so used to him fawning over literally any woman in his vicinity that it was near impossible to tell the difference between his infatuation with them and his true feelings for you. So you allowed him to do his usual thing, ignoring the fluttering in your chest whenever he paid attention to you and the disappointment you felt when he would turn around and give that other woman the same.

It’s actually Sabo that brings up a poly relationship. He mentions it casually one night while the three of you are hanging out watching TV. With you curled up on his chest, his fingers wound loosely in your hair, he mentions a couple he got involved with while he was overseas, telling you that it was the easiest thing in the world.

At first, it sounds strange, trying to balance a threeway relationship between you. You hesitantly point out that Sanji doesn’t view you that way, and the cook is quick to put a stop to that. The words are out of his mouth before he can stop to decide whether they’re the right ones or not. “That isn’t true, ___. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

In the silence that followed, you could have heard a pin drop. Hope flared hot in your chest as you stared at Sanji. You couldn’t see it, but Sanji could read the soft amusement in Sabo’s face, reaching out with his hand to lay it on Sanji’s wrist. His fingers tapped a gentle rhythm, soothing Sanji’s flustered frustration as you processed his confession.

“You really mean it, Sanji? You aren’t just saying that because– because I love you too, you know. I have for a long time,” you said, crawling from Sabo’s arms and kneeling next to Sanji on the couch. Sabo squeezed his wrist once and then let go, leaning back to watch the scene before him play out. It wasn’t exactly what he was expecting, but it was better.

“Yes, I mean it. When you told me Sabo was coming home, you seemed to happy and I got jealous. But nothing’s changed. Except now– maybe, Sabo–” At this, Sanji stumbles, looking at the other blond staring at him calmly. The amusement is still there, faintly condescending in a way that everyone who knows him gets used to after a while.

“I’ve noticed, Sanji. You make it pretty obvious, being honest,” Sabo said, saving Sanji from his flustered stuttering. “I feel the same, but we should probably take it slow. Don’t wanna rush too much into it.” He yanked you back into his chest, nuzzling your hair and flashing Sanji a mischievous grin. His fingers wrapped around Sanji’s wrist and tugged, forcing the man to follow lest his arm come out of it’s socket. “Then again, I think we’ve waited long enough.”

general relationship:

Sabo is a brat. He wants his way all the time, and he’s going to get it. He’s very good at it too, and sometimes that leads to problems when he forces or tricks you and Sanji into doing something you don’t really want to do. After a while, you and Sanji grow tired of it and bring it up to him and when it’s laid out to him from your point of view, he understands that he may have pushed you too far. He’s sincere in his apology to you two and, though it isn’t an overnight change, he works on it more. When you say no, the three of you reason it out and decide if it’s fair. 

Sanji never stops his fawning over other women. Sometimes, usually at Sabo’s behest, he comes to find you when you’ve been really down and just dotes on you. No one else with you, no other women, you just lay in bed or on the couch, or go out to dinner or for a stroll. Sometimes he’ll cook you your favorite meals and deliver it to you restaurant style, giving the two of you an intimate meal. He eventually learns that, no matter how beautiful he may find other women, he needs to make you his priority, and to feel more beautiful than all those other women combined. He’s very good at it when he puts his mind to it.

Sabo is pretty laid back about your relationship. He doesn’t have any interest in being with anyone outside of you and Sanji, but he doesn’t mind if the two of you step out. One thing he absolutely demands is open communication. If you or Sanji do find someone, you need to tell your other partners before you just step out. That being said, neither of you are interested, so it’s a moot point.

Sabo tends to…burn things when he cooks. Sanji does not like him being in the kitchen alone. On the other hand, the three of you have fun cooking together. Sanji is obviously good at it and is willing to teach you. It becomes a tradition to spend Friday nights cooking new recipes Sanji has created or happened to find, tweaking them to your liking.

Sabo and Sanji both are very open in their affection. PDA is a pretty big thing, even if it’s just holding hands. Sabo is a little more lax about it than Sanji, though, pulling you into his lap at any opportunity, kissing you passionately in the middle of a crowd, holding you possessively when someone he doesn’t care for is watching with too much interest. Sanji is, oddly enough, more calm and classy. Forehead kisses, hand kisses, keeping you close in a crowd as he leads the way through it, holding open doors for you. Sabo picks up on those habits even if he doesn’t realize it and starts to do them for you as well. When you point it out to him and Sanji, the latter laughs while the other looks puzzled for a moment before he realizes it’s true and chuckles, telling you not to get used to it.

Sanji is the one that does most of the cleaning. Sabo is, unfortunately, a bit of a slob and leaves you and Sanji to pick up the slack. If you ask him to help you, he’s more than willing, but he doesn’t just do it on his own. It’s a bit tiring but he starts working on it when he realizes it’s actually very rude and inconsiderate to the two of you. He may not just pick things up on his own, but once he sees the two of you starting to get moving, he’s quicker to join in and help.

nsfw:

Sanji is a bit hesitant at first to engage with Sabo. He’s just unsure of what to do, still confused about how strongly he feels for the other man. He’s got a lot of repression due to his past. But Sabo is somehow both patient and teasing, not pushing Sanji more than he’s comfortable but also making it known that he’s ready and willing whenever Sanji is. It’s slow going and on your part, you encourage Sanji as much as possible as well.

Sabo is pretty much dominant in this relationship. With Sanji’s insecurity and Sabo’s personality, he takes charge. He’s also very ambitious. He’s fucked you in every room of the house at least once and he intends to do so again. If you’re in the kitchen cooking, he has no qualms about turning the stove off and having a quickie on the counter. He’s also not above stealing into the shower with you– preferably scaring the crap out of you in the process– and taking you from behind until the water runs cold. (Sanji does not appreciate.)

Sanji on the other hand is a total gentleman. Almost always wants to have sex in bed and takes it nice and slow, making sure you’re thoroughly satisfied before seeking his own pleasure. Sometimes he’ll go really extravagant: rose petals on the bed, candles lit, soft romantic music. It ends the same way though, with you over-sensitized and him very smug.

When Sabo and Sanji get together, they feed off of each other. Sanji isn’t very teasing, but Sabo is and when Sanji sees you writhe in Sabo’s arms, he’s instantly hard. There’s something about the way you beg for more that makes him want to both snatch you from Sabo and pleasure you but also ghost his fingers over every inch of your body to hear more of those sweet sounds. That teasing extends to Sanji as well. Sabo very much enjoys tying Sanji up while he takes you, asking Sanji how the view is, if he wants a turn, does he like what Sabo is doing to you.

The first time together for Sanji and Sabo is actually very sweet. Sabo, for all his teasing, really does like Sanji and wants to make it memorable, but he understands Sanji is hesitant. With a lot of cajoling, they get down to it and it’s slow and tender, much different than Sabo’s usual teasing. There’s still a lot of it, but it’s not fast paced. He’s taking his time, asking if Sanji likes what he’s doing, what he likes, if he wants to try this or that. By the end of it, he’s got Sanji wrapped around his finger but the way Sanji begs and pleads has got him just as wrapped.

[thiswasinevitableid]

for the meet ugly prompts: sternclay, 78, sfw pls!!!

78: I run a YouTube channel where I talk about different things and one video is on the topic of an immortal creature / piece of history and you track me down to tell me how inaccurate it all is.

Stern finishes his notes, shuts his laptop and pushes in the chair at the little desk. Rain patters on the cabin roof, making for a singularly cozy scene with the fire in the woodstove and the tea steeping on the counter. 

He can’t believe his luck in finding this place; he’d assumed his trip to the Olympic Peninsula would involve solely sleeping in tents in the rain. Which he’s prepared for, but it’s nice to have the spot of his longest stay be indoors. 

The vlog’s been getting a ton of attention on the trip, which is good news for him; turns out doing the legwork to tell something other than the same four Bigfoot anecdotes is popular with large chunks of the internet. 

He does a crossword as he finishes his tea, changes into his sleepwear and climbs into the queen bed; the owners must assume it’s couples who rent this space.

Yeah, right, like Stern is going to have a boyfriend any time soon. 

Turning off the lamp leaves him with just the light from the smoke detector and the nearby clock radio for company. Lord, he didn’t mean to stay up until 1 am working. Again. 

Snuggling down under the covers, he coaxes his mind in the direction of picturing a hot tub and someone rubbing his shoulders. It immediately veers back to two of the stories he collected last week, both about more...alarming Bigfoot encounters. One in which Bigfoot broke into a trailer, leaving the owner cowering in the bathroom while he trashed the place. The other about Bigfoot stalking hiker in the woods, staying just out of sight but growling constantly. 

Then there are the disappearances, but there’s not actually any solid evidence tying them to the cryptid. It’s as he’s reminding himself of this that he rolls over, eyes opening long enough to glimpse something moving outside the rain-streaked window.

He shuts them in a hurry, takes deep breaths to calm down. He’s seen deer all over the place today, that’s probably what that was. 

Knock knock

There is no way on gods green earth that he’s opening that door. 

Knock knock.

The odds of that being someone, or something, that wants to hurt him are much higher than those of it being someone in need of his help. 

Knock knock. 

He holds his breath, listens for footsteps. Instead, the doorknob clicks side to side, jiggles when whatever's out there finds it locked. Thank fuck for the deadbolt.

Crack

Both bolts splinter the wooden frame, and a figure that has to duck to enter the cabin steps through it. It has fur, it’s eyes reflect the light he shines from his phone onto them, and it has very, very big feet. 

“Fuck.” He whispers, pressing against the backboard. 

“You’re Joseph Stern, right.” A deep voice rumbles. 

He nods, finding the fact that Bigfoot is talking to him calming rather than perplexing.

“Thank fuck, ‘cause this was gonna be really awkward otherwise.” He shuts the door, slides the nearby bookshelf across it as if it weighed nothing. 

“Close the blinds.”

Stern reaches up and pulls the cord, sending them down. Fumbles in the dark, eyes on the shadowy figure as he tries to find the lamp switch. He hits it just as the cryptid reaches the foot of his bed. Bigfoot blinks, squinting, then crosses his arms. 

“Okay buddy, we need to talk.”

“About….?” 

Bigfoot gives him a look of barely-concealed exasperation, “about the videos you’ve been making. You got a bunch of stuff wrong.”

“I did my research.” Stern adjusts his blankets with a huff, is forced to do so again when Bigfoot sits down on the bed.

“Yeah, from sources that are full of shit.”

“That’s--” he raises his hand to object, then stops, “that’s actually fair. I, um, I have to hit a certain video length for each episode, so sometimes I include anecdotes that have little to no corroboration.”

“Like the trailer story?”

“Damn it, I should have trusted my gut on that one. It was the vocalization description, it sounded wrong.”

“Yep. Kinda surprised you missed that, you’re usually pretty sharp.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment.”

“It is; I watch your videos, you’ve got a pretty good B.S detector.”

“How-”

“I don’t actually live in the middle of the woods. I have a house, with wi-fi, and I like to keep tabs on people who are investigating me in earnest. I’ve been following your channel awhile. I like it. But you keep getting things wrong and it bugs me, so grab something to take notes on.”

Stern flops and rolls to the edge of the bed not occupied by Bigfoot, pulling his field notebook and a pen from his backpack. As he rolls back, he catches Bigfoot staring at him, then looking away sheepishly. 

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“You’re, uh, you’re taking this fairly well.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? I get to interview fucking Bigfoot. This is a dream come true! Plus, I no longer thing you’re going to kill me. Wait, are you?”

Bigfoot shakes his head, “Nope. And that’s correction one; there have been zero cases where I or my kind have killed anyone. We, uh, tend to come down pretty hard on any of our kind who try to go after humans.”

“And by your kind, you mean other Bigfoots, or cryptids in general?”

“Both.”

“Got it. Wait” he looks up, frowning, “how am I supposed to cite you in these corrections without exposing you?”

A shrug, “just call me a ‘bigfoot expert.’ And, uh, you, specifically, can call me Barclay. Now, mistake two: look at my arm.” He holds his right arm out and Stern obediently stares at it.

“What color is that?”

“Reddish brown?”

“Right. Not black, not white, not grey. Touch it.” 

Carefully, Stern runs his fingertips up Barclay’s forearm.

“It’s so soft.”

“Damn right. None of this ‘coarse chunks of hair’ bullshit. When this comes off it stays soft. And I’m the only one of my kind who’s been on the west coast in a decade, so any hair that isn’t this color can’t be tied to a Bigfoot sighting. You can stop petting me, y’know.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Right, problem three--uh, fuck, hang on, I forgot what I wrote.” He lifts his other arm and Stern sees something he missed in his earlier terror blindness; a pouch hanging from his wrist, from which Barclay produces a tiny notebook. 

“Okay, so, the noises thing, you’ve got about half of them right…”

Stern spends an hour and a half diligently taking notes. When Barclay finally flips the book closed, the cryptid yawns, showing sharp teeth.

“There, that’s all of it. Now I gotta head out, I got places to be in the morning.”

“Wait, what about my questions? I, um, I have a whole list of them for if I ever meet a cryptid in person.”

“How could you possibly have more questions after that.”

“You underestimate just how much time I devote to my work.” He finds the page, turning his notebook around. 

“I...holy shit, did you organize these by cryptid?”

“Yes, since every cryptid is different, you each get your own question list.”

“Look, Joseph, I’m happy to answer them, but I wasn’t kidding about needing to be somewhere in the morning.”

“Oh, um, of course. Honestly I just thought you wanted to get away from me; I know I can be a bit of an overly curious nerd sometimes.”

“I like it. But-”

Thunder booms right above them and Barclay yips like a wounded fox, flinches when lightning follows on it’s heels. 

“Fuck, I was hoping it’d just rain and nothing else.” He growls when lighting flashes again. 

“I have to admit this is not a fear I expected you to have.”

“Lightning starts fires, and I got caught in more than one in my early days, and thunder, well, it sounds a little too much like gunshots for my taste. Had plenty of those directed at me too.”

“Oh, Barclay, I’m so sorry. Um” he casts around for something comforting, “if, if you’d rather not go out just yet, you can stay here. I promise I won’t ask more questions and just let you sleep. And, um, since it might take too long to get the fire going again,” he holds up the blankets, “you can sleep here. If you want.”

It’s a ridiculous suggestion, and he sees disbelief on Barclay’s face. Then it dissipates as Barclay looks him up and down, scooting to join him under the covers, mattress protesting every movement. When he lays down he’s so heavy the bed dips, sending Stern rolling without warning and landing against his side with an “oof.”

“Sorry.” They say at the same time

“It’s alright, big guy, you’re actually very comfy.”

“What did you call me?” Barclay chuckles, pulling the blankets up around them.

“Guess I’m tired too, getting a little loopy.”

“And cuddly” Barclay smiles, sending a pointed glance at Stern’s arm (now draped across the cryptid’s stomach) and cheek (now resting on his chest).

“Shit, sorry, I can-”

“S’okay” Barclays arm loops over his shoulders, “never held a human like this. It’s nice.” 

Another boom of thunder and he winces. Not knowing what else to do, Stern pets his belly soothingly. After a moment, his arm is vibrating.

“You’re purring.”

“Notrrrrr arrrrrrr wordrrrrrr” Barclay snuffles the top of his head but doesn’t stop him, and so he keeps rubbing his belly until he feels some of the tension drain from Barclay’s body.

“What do you like to do? For fun, I mean.”

“Like cooking” Barclay murmurs, “getting a human disguise was nice, ‘cause I didn’t have to worry about getting fur in the food.”

“Human?”

“Long story, but the upshot is any cryptid who’s been here awhile gets there hands on a charm that makes them human when they wear it.”

“Huh. Um, what do you like to cook best?”

“Hmmmmm. Well, pie is satisfying, but I also like making ramen, because there’s such an art to it....”

Stern snuggles closer, sighs as Barclay absentmindedly pets his back, and drops off some time later to the sound of that lovely, deep voice telling him all about dim sum. 

He wakes up to an empty bed, which isn’t a surprise. His missing notebook, however, is a surprise indeed and an unwelcome one. After turning the place upside down, he admits defeat; Barclay must have changed his mind and decided to remove what evidence he could of their conversation. 

Stern grumbles all the way into town, decides hot breakfast might soothe his disappointment. He opts for The Lodge, just as he has the last two days, and Dani, the waitress, smiles at him when he sits down. She brings him coffee and a laminated menu, returns a few minutes later.

“The cook wants me to let you now we have a new special this morning; sourdough pancakes with strawberry-rhubarb compote.”

“I’ll have that.” He smiles, handing her back the menu. Funny, he was just talking with Barclay last night about how strawberry-rhubarb is one of his favorite flavors. 

The pancakes are delicious, and it’s only his manners that keep him from literally licking his plate clean. When Dani brings back his receipt, he’s mid-sip of coffee, and so doesn’t see what else she’s brought him until he sets it down.

Beneath the little black, plastic clipboard is his notebook. 

He picks it up, spots a cupcake shaped sticky-note sticking out that he didn’t put there. Flips to the page and finds his “questions for Bigfoot” now have answers in tidy, if a bit spidery, handwriting. At the very bottom of the page is phone number and the words, “I’ll answer your questions any time.” 

Next to the words is a heart that has clearly been erased and redrawn several times.

He laughs, pulls out his phone, and quickly enters the number.

---------------------------

Back in the kitchen, Dani flashes Barclay a thumbs up when she comes back to pick up an order. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he steals a quick look at it, smiling when he sees the message. 

Joseph: You’re full of surprises, big guy. Dinner tonight?

Barclay: I’d love that. See you then.

[wongiemei]

Roommate!Jeno

a/n: maybe i should just turn this blog into an nct dream one

okay

letsgetit!

first of all,

story time!

your uni is fucking expensive and it’s more expensive if you live in the grounds

so you being the wise human,

you went to get an apartment near the campus

it was great and all since roommate!jaemin was paying for his stuff

you were both living respectively until he had to leave

the dumbass didnt even bother to tell you

one morning you just woke up and found his note

‘hey bitch! figured you were too much of a rock to wake up but i moved out! the family wants me to go back home and tend the restaurant’

the whole day yesterday, you were working

bc,,, yknow

broke college life

and you just walked in half asleep towards your room and fell asleep

so you didnt really see or notice

but were you freaking out bc your roommate suddenly moved out?

ofc you were freaking out

not only was your roommate gone,

how were you going to find a new one?!

jaemin expected your phone call that afternoon and he endured through all your screaming

‘babe, i’m just going to be gone for a year-or two’

‘oR tWO?!’

‘hun, my dad’s injured and his back can only let him do so much. ma’s working too much and i dont have any siblings to help. i figured i could just hold off college until my parents are ready’

ugh, jaemin is such a family boy

‘but jaems! you couldnt have at least told me that yOu wERe mOvING OuT?! and! rent is due soon! i can’t pay for that myself!’

jaemin couldve easily told you to warn yoy

but he didn’t want to tell you bc he couldnt handle you sad and didnt want to upset you

however, now jaemin really understands how shitty that move was

‘tell you what. i’ll pay for this month and make a few phone calls and i’ll get you set up with a new roommate, deal?’

knowing how much of a social butterfly he was, you agreed

ofc you trusted jaemin but part of you feared that he might pair you up with a freak

but he’s not that mean, is he?

you can definitely see renjun doing that but not jaemin

so there you are,,

sitting on your couch alone

without jaemin, your apartment felt really empty

its been a few days since he moved and you were miserable

jaemin hasn’t even texted you about that potential roommate

just as you were about to call him,,

your doorbell rang

you froze and you looked at the time

it was nearing 11 at night and you don’t remember ordering delivery

see,,

if jaemin was here,

he would answer it for you since you would be too scared to do it

but you mustered up your courage and peeped through the peep hole

the man was dressed in all black with a black mask and a black cap with his hood over it with a black hoodie and black pants

ngl, you were terrified and trembling

he rang it again and you jumped

typing out a quick text to jaemin saying ‘hey bub, if i don’t text you in an hour, that means ive been kidnapped so call the police’

you grabbed a pan from the cupboard and gulped before you opened the door

thinking he would just walk forward and grab you, you closed your eyes and raised your pan over your head and swung

a shriek from in front of you made your eyes snap open and found the guy on the floor with a fetal position

you both just froze for like a phat minute

snapping back to reality, you held the pan in front of you

‘if youre going to kidnap me, i got a pan and im not afraid to hit you with it!’

you tried to sound intimidating but your voice was shaking so much

the guy stood up and he took off his hat and the mask to reveal a blonde haired kid

okay, so you were sHOokETh

damn! this boy is fine!

he gave you a shaky smile and held out his hand

‘hi! i’m lee jeno! you must be y/n? jaemin told me you had an opening for a roommate?’

now you noticed the two duffle bags at the side

the embaressment and the shame settled in slowly and you found yourself burning up

nodding, you motioned him to come in

jeno awkwardly walked in and was amazed at how big the layout was with the low rent

‘yea, its kinda hard to believe that we only pay that much. at first i thought there was a ghost in here and that’s why its so cheap’

you tried to make small conversation but laughed weirdly at jeno’s slightly terrified face

‘no! there really is not ghost here! ive lived here for a year and there hasnt been anything so please dont understand! please be my roommate!’

you begged and jeno thought you were weird

but jaemin was right, you were weirdly adorable in a way

so that’s how you and jeno became apartment buddies!

now onto the good stuff!

so, jeno is a vv clean guy

like he’s the type to just pick up a wrapper in the street and throw it in the garbage

so naturally, he likes to keep the apartment as tidy and neat as possible

but you being a mess you are,

you usually leave a lot of things everywhere

lets just say you have a short memory

‘oh? how did that get there?’

eventually, jeno gets sick of it and he confronts you with it

ofc you understand and you actually try to be better

since jeno is literally the most perfect roommate

maybe even better than jaemin

(but don’t tell him that)

jeno is the type to re-stock the pantry with snacks and the fridge with ice cream

since youre both college students, ramen is practically always available in the house 24/7

he also makes the coffee every morning since he works early and wakes up first

even though he doesn’t like the drink and prefers milk, he still notices how you survive off of coffee

babie likes to pick you up some iced americano while he gets a frappe

you on the other hand,,

you’re very surprised

when you got to bed after showing jeno around,

you messaged jaemin

ofc he was worried af and was blowing up your phone

‘WHAT?!’

‘bitch answer the damn phone!’

‘whatthe fuck is happening?!’

‘i need to know if you’re still alive!’

‘oh fuck i shouldnt have moved out’

smiling softly at how worried he was, you responded to him

‘you hoe, it hasnt been an hour yet so chillax. i’m alive, unfortunately, and i just met my new roommate. again, thanks for the heads-up. youre so bad at those. i literally thought he was a burgular or a kidnapper. but he seems chill and emo. just my type.’

but jeno is F A R from C H I L L

oh my goodness,,

hes a crackhead

theres this sound he makes when he’s confused and you couldnt figure out if its cute or weird or if he’s doing this on purpose or thats just how he is

you and him basically communicate with memes

sometimes, at the weird hours at night, he sends you a dumbass meme

you cant help but snort 

also, you promised to take jaemin out to dinner to repay him for the great roommate

‘hes literally one of the best people youll ever meet. it just so happen he needed a place to sleep. now you owe me’

hes a science major while you were a computer major

he basically brings home weird stuff to analyze and it just hella stinks

but hes considerate enough to actually put it outside

whenever he’s focused, he talks to himself or the thing he’s analyzing

‘okay mr. fishy. your scales are really big and its bigger than average’

its so cute

oof also!

jeno doesnt have a job yet he always makes rent on time with extra money to spare

he even sometimes buys you stuff saying, ‘they reminded me of you’

for your birthday, he bought you a pearl necklace that mustve costed thousands

at first, you thought he was a chaebol or smth

which you wouldve been vv jealous of bc youre a struggling college student who works at the coffee shop

but, you were answered when you caught him walking in half-dazed and half-asleep with cuts all over his face

it was like 2 in the morning and you were pulling an all-nighter for some project and wanted to get a glass of water

but here he is, hood up, lip busted, black eye, cheek cut

you shrieked and ushered him to sit on the dining chair

thinking he got mugged or something, you start drilling him questions

‘hun, if you were beat up, we need to call the police! this is illegal!’

but jeno chuckles and brushes the stray hairs out of your face as you tend to his lip

‘pls dont. if you do, ill be broke and i wont have money to pay rent then i cant be your roommate anymore’

cue confused y/n

‘wUT?’

‘if i dont make money, youll kick me out and youll have to find another roommate. i dont want you to go through that hassle again’

ofc you were flattered that even during this situation, hes still thinking about you

‘how is this making money?!’

‘i cant believe youre oblivious to so many things. i thought for sure youve caught on.’

more confusion

‘eXCUse mE, lEE JEno? since when have you started coming home with all these things in your face?’

you were worried that this wasnt the first time this happened

but if you think hard about it, thats why he always wears his mouth masks and he always has his blonde fringe down and sometimes wears sunglasses even though its cloudy outside

‘ohmygod lee jeno are you in a gang?!’

jeno was shocked that you came to that conclusion but laughed at how adorable you were rn

with your wide eyes and mouth open

‘nah, bro. i box. its the only way i can make easy money.’

‘but,,, why did you hide this from me? if you needed money i couldve helped you’

he looked at you skeptically

‘sis, you could barely afford that muffin the other day’

lee jeno now looked different from the jeno you met the first day

What you thought to be an innocent little squish was a fighter at night

‘yah, can-um-you need to take this off’

you mumbled while tugging on his sweatshirt

he nodded and slipped it off

he explained why he came late when he first moved

‘i had a late night match and yknow,, school and all, i barely had enough time to come'

as you dab the wound, you try to make small talk to distract yourself

 ‘so,, youve been boxing this whole time?’

you asked, trying not to get distracted to the way his tight shirt clung to him, showing his defined body

there were bruises up and down his arms and his knuckles were busted

‘yea. i have been since senior high. gotta make money, yknow?’

‘but jen, you can work in coffee shops or at local bookstores. its not worth seeing you busted up like this’

your lips trembled at the thought of him being beaten up too hard to the point he gets into a coma

jenos eyes widened at your wobbling lips and he softly cupped your face

‘hey, im okay and ill be fine. you dont have to worry about me. i usually win, anyways’

his confidence made you chuckle

‘i trust you, lee jeno. just make sure to make it home to me every night.’

‘i know you do and i will. always.”

ever since then,

youve become his little caretaker

youve informed jaemin of what hes been doing and he knew but didnt want you to judge him immediately

smh, jaemin really sucks at informing people

but jeno tries to help you keep up

he even sends you texts that hes fighting that night and your little ‘fighting!’ always makes him smile

his manager and friend, chenle, noticed that hes starting to smile more

chenle likes boxing and wants to be a part of it but doesnt want to be hurt

so,, what better to be the manager of his friend

‘yah, hyung. what’s got you giggly today?’

jeno pointed to the screen and giggled at the little good luck gif you sent

his eyes turned to crescents and chenle smirked

‘wah, you like her, don’t you?’

at the mention of ‘like’, his smile dropped and he shook his head

‘no. of course not. shes just a friend.’

chenle being chenle,,

he continues to prod

‘okay. so every night, you make it your priority to make sure you’re home by 2 in the morning for your friend’

smh, chenle youre so annoying

but hes so right

ever since you caught him,

hes been making sure he gets home at the same time 

he sends you a text that hes on his way and you set your ringtone at a very high volume so you wake up and take care of him

during fights, he makes it his sole mission to make out of this alive and a winner for you

but that never crossed his mind as his feelings for you

he just thought of it as making you not worry for him

but then, he starts to think about your stupid little habits

the way you make this face whenever you dont understand

or when you still leave little post-it notes everywhere with ideas you come up with

he noticed it all and he loves them

‘hOLy ShIT!’

that night was when he realized his feelings for you and he was so dedicated on finishing it that he quickly won and he dashed home with his money

bursting through the door, you looked at him with wide and startled eyes

‘what’s wrong?’

you came running but he scooped you up to a hug

ok you were confused but relieved that he was home and alright

jeno looked at your face and wanted to confess but chickened out at the sight of you

you were so good to him and honestly, he doesnt deserve you

(his thoughts, not mine)

‘i-i’

he stuttered and you motioned him to continue

‘i won!’

he shouted and you congratulated him, even though he literally won all the time

guiding him to the chair, you began to dab his cuts

(dab that bitch)

‘im starting to think that your opponents either really suck or youre like the god of boxing’

he didnt know how to take that but blushed red at the mention of him being a ‘god of boxing’

‘nah, im just good’

you eyed him and smiled

he continued to watch you heal him and inspected your face

heavy eyebags and sunken cheeks, it mustve been a long night

he felt a pang in his chest thinking that you push your stuff away just to help him

‘you dont have to keep doing this for me, yknow’

you halt and look at him seriously

‘i know i dont. but i cant sleep at night thinking youre in pain and alone when i can be there for you’

even though he just realized it, jeno was pretty sure he fell in love with you a long time ago

but if it was possible, he fell in love with you even more

‘thank you’

his soft voice filled the silence and you vowed that you will always be there for him whenever he needs help

a few days later, jeno hasnt been to a fight

sure you were worried at what was going on in his head but partly relieved that you dont have to see him so battered anymore

but this was so un-jeno

just as you were about to talk to him about it, he announces he got a job at the bookstore down the street

‘huh? i thought you didnt want to work’

you question while he looked sheepish

‘i realized that i was starting to become a burden since you take care of me every time. so i thought i should quit and get a regular job. besides, it doesnt hurt as much’

he laughed but you didnt react

‘lee jeno, you gave up boxing and the money,,, for me?’

he nervously looked up at you and you noticed the redness of his cheeks

‘i-well-if you put it that way’

‘listen to me, im flattered and i truly love that you dont want to get beaten up anymore. but i dont want you to quit something you like because of me'

‘but you always take care of me and push your priorities away to clean me up. i dont do anything in return and i dont think its fair!’

he argued and a soft smile crept up your face

‘yah, lee jeno'

your voice became a whisper

‘it doesnt matter to me if you dont do anything in return bc i dont see this as a favor. you are mine to take care of and i will do anything for you, you understand that?’

he looked at you in shock after hearing your response

he also turned red at the mention of him being yours

‘so-but-i dont think-'

he stutters but you place your hands on his arms making him stop

‘all i ask is you to come back home, to come back to me'

by now, yall were blushing

even though it might not sound like it,

but yall just indirectly confessed to each other

yall stared at the ground and jeno looks up, biting his lip

‘hey, y/n, can i make it up to you with some coffee?’

your head darted up and looked at him with wide eyes

‘like-like a date?’

it came out suddenly and you stepped back in surprise, cursing yourself

but jeno chuckled, eyes scrunching cutely

‘it'll be one of many'

lmao i didnt really like this but i made it at 2 in the morning and i kinda like boxer!jeno

[chwesolai]

Cafe Girl, Grocery Boy | CH.4

[masterlist]

A/N: Don’t hate me but your antagonists for this story are Jeonghan, Jun and Seokmin. We all need a little bad boy!svt in our lives but I love those boys so don’t paint me as a villain, ok, let’s continue.

-You- After my little venture with Seungcheol, my shift ended and I swapped out with Joshua leaving him with the newbies, “Don’t scare them again, Shua.”

“You say that as if I always scare them,” he scoffs at me as we switch aprons, “need anything before you head out?” “Eh, not right now but I’ll head back over here before my date.” “You got it, wait, a date??!” “Bye Joshua! Bye V! Bye Chan!” I wave bye and rush out before being bombarded with Joshua’s questions.

I fast walk to my car, yet having about an hour before my exam. So I sat there, just thinking. I’m really going on a date for the first time in forever today. College hasn’t been too kind to me when it comes to dating. I’ve either been too busy or just too in my head when a guy would ask me out. Joshua even tried asking me out the first year we met. It didn’t work out in our favor. We found it better to be best friends instead of romantic friends, ya know? And I’m not the out-going type. I live in shadows, I’m never the girl in the spotlight.

But Seungcheol makes me feel a different way. He’s different.

Why is he so different?

-Seungcheol- “What are you smiling for?” Jihoon finally finishes his exam and walks out of the lecture hall.

“Took you long enough and it’s nothing, just thinking about something.”

“Thinking about her?”

“How’d you know?” I sarcastically answer while handing Jihoon the bagel I got him from y/n.

“Lucky guess, and thank you, I’m STARVING!” Jihoon practically inhales the bagel and repeats again that he’s still hungry, “Come on, I’ll treat you, lover boy, let’s get ramen.”

“I’m just going to ignore the lover boy comment, I’ll drive.” We walk off campus into the parking lot and continue to talk about how easy the exam was since we actually studied for once until we’re stopped by a voice.

The unknown voice parks his motorcycle and reveals himself as he removes his helmet, “AY COUPS WOOZ!”

Oh dear god.

“Hey Jeonghan, what’s up?” Jihoon reacts coldly.

“Come on, Wooz, don’t be so cold. It’s really cool, seeing you guys again! Really! And by the way, the place is looking really great now since you guys left, I appreciate your decision.”

Our silence gives Jeonghan his answer to his insensitive comments, “Any who, I’m going to my econ exam now,” he scoffs, “and have fun at your crummy place, losers. Don’t miss you for a second.”

We don’t either, asshole. Jihoon and I left that disgusting frat house about a year ago and haven’t seen any of those vile guys in a long time. They were easily the smartest, richest and the worst guys on campus. Their frat consists of scaring freshman to death, having strict rules on what your grades and GPA should be, and molding guys into what they thought was a good looking guy. Jihoon and I came from upper-class families too, but we were like them. They were a different breed. They put me and Jihoon in their frat as a joke. They ridiculed us daily for our looks, they constantly played pranks on us and last year, Jihoon snapped, like full on hulked out on them. He trashed the whole house, ruined half of their rooms, with my help, of course, and we were out of there.

Those guys did do one good thing for me, they led me to get a job. I didn’t want to depend on my parent’s money like they did. They led me to provide for myself and Jihoon and we got our own apartment. They may be evil but they helped me grow.

ANYWAYS.

Jihoon and I drove off, rolling the windows down, blasting the new 88rising album and just relieved.

“I can’t wait for this break, oh my god.” Jihoon sighs as he rests his head on the edge of the car window. “Couldn’t agree more.” I turned up the music as we continued to talk about our exam and our mid term break plans. I hope she passes all her tests. She deserves it.

“So, any idea where you’re taking her tonight?” “Not sure just yet. There’s this new chicken place that opened up downtown and I’ve been meaning to go there. But I’m not sure if that’s even romantic.” “Well, if you make it romantic, it’ll be romantic, promise.” “Ok Mr. love-expert,” I laugh as Jihoon begins on and on about how I should go about the night, “I think I just go with the flow and see what happens, ya know?” “She’s a business major, Coups. She lives and breathes plans. You can’t just go with the flow!” “You never know? Your major never really defines who you are.” “But it gives a good insight though. Only the top percent even get to be business majors.” “Whatever, so how does this sound, I pick her up from her apartment, we go to the chicken place, talk for a bit, I bring her to my favorite dessert place and we walk around the park?” “Straight out of a drama, I love it,” Jihoon places his hand on my shoulder, “You’re turning into a man,” he sniffles. “Shut up,” I punched his arm as I parked the car in front of the ramen place.

-You-

[time: 4:30pm]

I finished a little bit earlier than a majority of my class and I handed in my paper and walked out of the hall, feeling accomplished. Then someone calls out, “y/l/n!”

“Yoon!”

“Hey lovely.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and begins to walk out with me. “Hey loser,” I removed him off of me, “how’d you feel about that test?” “Exams are exams, y/n. They’re a piece of cake. How’d you feel?” “It was really easy, it was like she was trying to give us answers,” we both laugh as we kept talking about how inefficient our econ professor is, “She literally made the study guide verbatim for the test!” “I mean do we expect anything else out of her?” He chuckles as I stop in front of the vending machine, “that shit is full of sugars, y/n. That’s no good for you.” I put some coins in and type in the number for powerade, “And? What about it?” I say as I open the bottle, taking a big sip out.

He shakes his head at me and we continue to walk out. The rest of the walk was silent, minus the sound of clocks ticking, doors slamming, and little bits of conversations from the break rooms. I just looked ahead while I felt Jeonghan’s eyes burning through the side of my face. - “So, you doing anything tonight?” Jeonghan asks as we make it out of the lecture hall. “For once, yeah, I am. Why? What’s the main event tonight?” “Just a couple of us were planning on going for drinks and then going to the karaoke rooms. What are you doing?” “I got a date,” I looked at him all smug, we continued to walk to the parking lot. “Who is the lucky guy?” He said with resentment, regretting asking me where I was going. “I don’t think you know him.” “Trust me, I know everyone,” He rolls his eyes at him, “who is it?” “Seungcheol. The grocery boy I talk about,” I cross my arms at him, as he scoffs, “what now, Jeonghan?” “Nothing. You have fun tonight, y/n,” Jeonghan smirks and walks to his motorcycle, “tell Coups I say hi.” “Bye weirdo!” “Bye lovely!” He laughs as he puts his helmet on and drives off. Lovely. 

A nickname that’s only ever been said by him. Jeonghan’s been a friend for who knows how long at this point, and trust me, he’s asked me out numerous times throughout our schooling years. He’s attractive, just too much of an asshole for me. Our dads work together, both dominating South Korea’s economic industry. And we are the next in line for their spots, meaning we have nearly every class together. It’s annoying. But Jeonghan is a genius yet a meathead, it still boggles my mind. And he knows Seungcheol and calls him Coups?

Anyways, I find my car, and just sit in silence for 10 minutes. Then, I finally turn on my phone and check to see if I got any new notifications. * From 2hrs ago: (2) snap from shua* *From 5 mins ago: (4) iMessage from gyu*

Oh god, what did they do now?

I unlock my phone and decide to check my snaps from Joshua first. Just stupid picstures of them at work, making me smile a bit.

Then I scroll over to Mingyu’s text.

EMERGENCY! I KNOW UR PROBABLY TAKING AN EXAM BUT CALL ME ONCE U READ THIS! YOUR PARENTS STOPPED BY THE CAFE AND DIDN’T LOOK TOO HAPPY AND ARE LOOKING FOR U Y/N PLS CALL ME

“Oh shit,” I fumble with my seatbelt, buckle myself in and call Mingyu. “Y/N!!!!” “Jesus, Gyu calm down. Tell me what happened, I’m driving to the cafe right now.” “Ok! So! Your dad walked into the cafe, not making a scene and walked into the back and started calling out your name. But it was mine and Joshua’s shift so we were trying to explain to him you were in class, BUT THEN your mom comes in SCREAMING,” Mingyu begins to explain, nearly yelling as well. Telling me how my mom was furious at me for some reason, and kept on saying “where’s that boy? And how does she know him?” And my dad calmly got her out into their car and began to explain to him and Joshua why my mother was furious, “Your parents know about Seungcheol.” “Oh my god.” “I’m not even sure how they know Seungcheol, or how they know your relation with him. But they seemed really upset and good thing we covered for you because they think you have exams all day and shouldn’t disrupt your day,” Mingyu’s voice got quiet as I hear Joshua’s voice in the background, almost arguing with Mingyu, “Shut up, she’s on the phone right now.” “Why did you tell her! The two of them have a date tonight!” “I can hear you two.” I sigh over the phone, “I’m outside the cafe, I’ll be right in.”

I swear to god if Seungcheol’s parents are who I think they are, I’m going to end this. I really can’t have anything nice here.

[yourghastlycloseness]

ON RUNNING AND DIETING (?) ok not really, it’s more body and health stuff. A note-to-self

Blogging on my other iphone, that’s why the caps are in order. I’ve lost about one kilogram even though I’ve been eating supper — which happens when I try to skip dinner but end up ravenous and clearing the fridge and breakfast counter of morsels leftovers — and a lot of dessert. Not sure why that is. Maybe it’s what I’m eating. Generally, if I’m doing a late meal, I avoid/don’t have any craving for carbs. I always want meat or sweets.

I’ve also been doing some light running, which actually doesn’t help at all with weight loss (when I was pushing myself to run further and for longer, I gained weight lmao. So now I keep it light), but it makes you full because you end up drinking a lot of water after a run.

I think I’ve also cut down on eating big meals for dinner. OK, not really. I often do fancy meals at night after work as a way of REMINDING MYSELF THAT IF IM A PART OF THIS CAPITALIST SYSTEM I MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY WHAT IT OFFERS jk (p.s. can we talk about the way non soc sci/arts majors or ppl uneducated on the concepts in general misuse the word capitalism and communism because they want to make some smart, witty comments. I usually don’t correct them; that’s just not my thing because I don’t “know it all”. Though I am laughing at them on the inside because I have my condescending af moments. The only time I ever thought to correct was when this girl doing a presentation in architecture on Impressionism referenced Naturalism and talked about it being a movement of painting nature. I waited for the TA to say something, but she never did)

Wow I sidetracked. Point of this post is I love seeing the numbers go down each time I weight myself, but I’m also not a calorie counter. Honestly i couldn’t give a fuck, I’ll eat what I want as long as I don’t overdo it

But some learning points for myself.

How to eat less

- go to work (I really eat less when I’m working at work because I feel stressed and uncomfortable and am constantly in fight mode)

- buy a heavy lunch; eat 2/3 for lunch and 1/3 for dinner and enjoy a full dessert. You can split the dessert for both lunch and dinner too

- drink unsweetened tea with your meals

- practise eating smaller portions of rice. Eventually you get used to it that anything more than a 1/2 or 2/3’s a bowl seems too much

- it’s OK to not eat on time. Because it depends on what time you sleep anyway. Just be sure not to sleep immediately after eating. You will feel like shit

- trust your body. Does it feel warm? Can you feel the sugar in your blood? GET UP AND GO FOR A WALK/RUN

- eat balanced meals. And I don’t just mean greens and lean meats and a small serving of carbs. I mean a savoury-sweet-smoky sort of balance.

- avoid sweetened drinks. Sweet beverages aren’t a lot of fun anyway. Save the sugar for dessert.

- if you have IBS, yes, I know it sucks. But make use of it to help you cut down on food

- AVOID MOST COFFEES AND ALCOHOL YOU GENERALLY DONT LIKE THESE ANYWAY and they MESS UP YOUR GUT FOR THE DAY SO STAHP PLS

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On running and why i should keep doing it and how I can keep doing it

- HELPS WITH ANXIETY. Heart no longer pounds like crazy when I spot roaches. I can climb the stairs just fine. What a beautiful feeling.

- sucks that they changed the street lamps to fluorescents instead of the dim orange ones, and now I can feel myself looking like a sweaty, beastly and pasty thing doing circuits at midnight. But ok, I’ll find a route that works ie. I can run up and down that short strip where the street lamps still glow orange

- I will always care about how I look when running. And that’s fine. I’ve accepted that. What’s important is to choose what time I want to run. 10.30pm-past midnight works. Running late doesn’t keep me up at night. In fact I sleep better when I run at night.

- running keeps my hair from being oily. My hair gets greasy easily (likely from years of overwashong and ruthlessly stripping it of natural oils — I used to wash twice a day. I still wash it twice a day because I can’t stand the feeling of unwashed hair, but now I keep it to one shampoo wash and one no ‘poo wash in a day)

- correct your running posture. Try not to lean forward so much. Unclench your fists

- WARM UP BEFORE AND AFTER RUNNING

- run 1-2 times a week. Keep the runs short and fun, so you don’t dread them

- keep discovering new music to listen to when you run

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HOW TO DEAL WITH IBS (?) I’m self-diagnosed lol

- stand up or walk around after food

- consume a light breakfast and drink water in the morning - helps with bowel movement

- bathe first so you don’t waste time wondering if you’re going to have a bowel movement

- a simple zao cao routine helps shout-out to my chinesey high school for introducing this to us

- dont eat a heavy breakfast or lunch when at work; it’ll ruin your productivity and ability to focus for the rest of the day and severely upset your stomach

- bread generally causes you less problems than rice and noodles

- ramen broth is a no no

- raw salmon sashimi is also a no no

- you’re lactose intolerant: avoid milk teas and other milk-based drinks for breakfast and lunch

- VEGGIES AND FRUITS

- try not to eat dry rice

- try not to eat brown/red rice. This gives you constipation

- try to eat cooked veggies as far as possible, bcos uncooked veggies can also cause you constipation

- exercise helps with bowel movements

- Train yourself to have bowel movements only at the start/end of the day

- wake up a bit earlier before work to give your body some time to get used to being alive and awake again lol and also to decide if it has to poop