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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 15 [Epilogue]

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing like once

Word Count: 2.7k words

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

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"Are you sure you don't want to stay for another week? I can extend the apartment rental for you."

Taping the final box shut, the only things left unpacked were your iPad and laptop that would go into the duffel bag to be brought onto the bus. Everything else goes into the moving truck that would arrive later in the day you reach home.

You sit back on your heels, knees adjacent to the box before you push it away. "Me staying isn't gonna make Heeseung wake up earlier, so."

With a gentle grunt, you push yourself to your feet and turn to face your father. "Thanks, but I'll just stick to going home tomorrow."

He looks down at you, obviously aware that you would want to stay if you hadn't had a home to go back to; if you knew Heeseung would wake up in the next few days.

"Alright," He nods and gives you a pat on the shoulder. "Let me know if you want to stay, okay? The apartment rental's up for extension until the end of the week, so..."

"Mhm."

“Okay,” Sliding his palm off your shoulder, he turns on his heels and walks out of your room. “I’m heading back to school to handle some administration matters. You’re going to the hospital?”

“Yeah,” With a lack of energy, you reach down to pick your purse up.

“Okay. I’ll see you at dinner?”

“I’m probably eating with Jake and Hoon and Jay if he’s well.”

“Then I’ll come by with breakfast tomorrow morning and you should get your stuff packed by then, yeah? Your bus is at 11am.”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, tell your friends I said hi.”

You give him one more nod before he steps out the door, and lets it close behind him.

It’s bustling at the new ward, now that Jay’s fully awake and shifted to another one. And when you walk in, the entire room dies down as Jay’s attention shrinks onto you. Everybody in the room kind of turns and looks at you, some smirking because they think you and Jay have something going on and some others trying to get the remainder of the crowd out of the room.

They probably know you’re on their special visitors’ list.

“Hi, I hope I’m not interrupting anything-”

“No! Of course not,” Jay manages to sit up, carefully putting away the ‘get well soon’ gifts and fruit baskets his friends have brought him. Jay spots the little card and the bag of cookies (the same brand as the one he bought you earlier in the semester) in your hands, eyes falling but the smile still cemented to his lips.

“Alright guys, out of the room now,” Only now did you realise Jake was in the room.

“Aw, man!”

“Come on!”

“Out,” Sunghoon reiterates as he comes into the ward, eyes on the floor and rolling as he waves the crowd out of the room. You raise your brows, teasingly annoyed at Jay as his friends shift past you, a few of them greeting you and giving you a pat on the back.

The last person to leave is Jake, glancing over to Sunghoon and to you and Jay, then takes the initiative to close the door behind him as he finishes up on the visitors who they had just invited out of the ward.

“Tomorrow right?”

You raise a brow at him, grabbing a chair and sitting down by his bed after leaving his bag of cookies on the little nightstand by his bed. “Thought it was common trivia and knowledge.”

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t make a mistake,” Jay shakes his head and pulls his feet in under his hands. “Have you packed?”

“Yeah, my bus is at 11am tomorrow at the terminal. Movers’ coming to get my boxes then.”

“And your dad?”

“Sending me to the terminal and making sure my stuff gets driven out of the city safely.”

The whir of the machinery in the room and the lights hum when the silence befalls them.

“He’s doing okay, by the way.”

“Hm?” You look up from your hands, meeting Jay’s eyes.

“Heeseung,” He whispers. “He’s out of danger. Doctors say he should be waking up soon. Stay if you can.”

Turning back to your hands and your fingers, you can’t help but reminisce Heeseung’s voice in your head. The scent of cotton candy wafting off him the first day you met him when you had to wake him up from his lecture nap, or having him chase you in the rain when you screwed your test over and when you got rid of that pinch of cream (or was it icing sugar?) off the corner of his lips when you brought the pastries you could finish.

“No,” You mumble under your breath, but obviously loud enough for Jay to hear you - he turns upon the rejection. “Me staying isn’t going to make him wake up any faster so.”

“But you’d be the first person he’d want to see when he wakes up, especially since he knows you’re leaving.”

The weight presses into your lungs.

“Yeah, I- I don’t think I can do that to him. Wait for him to wake up, then say ‘bye’ afterwards?” You shake your head and offer a weary smile. “Nah.”

Jay parts his lips, wanting to say something, but he stops himself. He’s smart enough to know you’d have an argument to his baseless attempt to convince you again.

“Hm,” He offers a weak smile. “Okay then, whatever you think is best for yourself. I say that as genuine as I can afford.”

A pause.

“Will you come back and visit?”

“Sure,” You grin at him, looking up and nodding. “What kind of person would I be if I left and didn’t come back to visit?”

“Good,” Jay smiles, then reaches out in an attempt to nudge your arm.

But the reminder that you won’t get this for who-knows-how-long hits you again, so you instinctively stand and throw your arms around him, momentarily resting your head into the side of his.

“Thank you for taking care of me this sem.”

“Of course,” He lowers his voice and reaches up to brush the hair on your back. “Anything for you.”

Jake and Sunghoon were standing at the bus terminal entrance by the time your dad had gotten you there. Both of them sprung to their feet upon the sight of the car that had been showing up at the hospital once every two to three days in the last week.

“Did not know you two would be here,” You tease, pulling your haversack out of the car with you as they greet your father.

“I volunteered. He’s here in place of Jay,” Jake holds a palm to his chest and slams the other one into Sunghoon’s back.

“Shut up,” Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “Jay couldn’t be here so he wanted us to give you this.”

You look down at the bag that’s held out, and it’s a box of printed polaroids that the group of you have taken in the time spent together. He even threw in a few polaroids with Sunghoon and Jake with their well-wishes written on the back.

“That’s cute,” You smile as you run your fingers through the pictures. “Thank you.”

Jake smiles warmly at you, before hugging you with an absence of hesitance. Then while resting your chin in his shoulder, you look up at Sunghoon and raise an arm, awkwardly holding an arm out to him under Jake’s.

“Don’t say we didn’t invite you into a group hug.”

Jake lifts his arm as well, beckoning Sunghoon in. But then Sunghoon sighs, taking a step forward and allowing Jake to find the material of his plaid shirt, dragging him into the hug.

“Sunghoon won’t admit it but we’ll miss you.”

“Aw, I’ll miss you guys too,” Now slightly breathless from how tightly Jake was holding you, your voice comes out a little strained, and Sunghoon hears it.

“Alright,” He shifts backwards, breaking Jake’s hold on you. “We’ll have to go back soon.”

“Yeah, no, of course,” You pull away fully, smiling at the both of them as you retreat back to your father’s side. “Take care of Jay and Heeseung.”

“We will, don’t worry.”

“Bye.”

“Bye, y/n!” He raises a hand and waves when your father nods you towards the bus.

“Bye, Jake! Bye, Hoon!”

“Bye!”

“You sure you don’t wanna-”

“No, I’m fine.”

You turn on your heels and tighten your grip around your bagstraps, looking up at your father and finally feeling the understanding that’s settled between the two of you. He’s grown to realise you have your thoughts and feelings and you now know that had this sem not happened, you wouldn’t have improved your relationship with him.

Albeit almost at the cost of two new friends, but they’re fine. Hopefully.

“Alright, your mom will be waiting for you at the terminal there, yeah?”

“Mhm. Byeol too,” The bus driver greets you and your father as you pause at the foot of the steps. “Take care of yourself and come home during the holidays.”

“I’ll have that arranged somehow. I’m sure you’d like to come back here to visit too.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, call me when you reach, okay?” He wraps his arms around your shoulders, dipping his nose into your head and kissing the crown of your head.

“Okay.”

“Bye, hun.”

“Bye, dad.”

The bus was relatively empty, besides a few others your age - probably exchange students too or something - so you easily find a window seat on the side your father was waiting, and in the distance, Jake and Sunghoon were waving to you eagerly.

So you wave back, listening to the doors of the bus hiss shut after the bus driver calls for final checks. Your father finally steps back and walks toward the two boys, awkwardly holding his hands behind his back as Jake grabs Sunghoon to wave his hand right after the latter put it down.

The bus driver pulls the gear into drive mode, and the vehicle jerks off to a start. Gently pursing your lips, you wave to them until they were out of sight.

By the time the bus had exited the terminal, the afternoon sun had covered the roads and trees and the tops of peoples head with bright yellow rays. It feels weird, to be alone after 14 weeks of being accompanied.

If you weren’t with Jay then you were probably with Heeseung and if you weren’t in school studying with either of them, you were back in the apartment probably yelling at Byeol (or the other way round).

Shoving the earbuds into your ears, your first instinct is to play all the songs Heeseung had performed to during the concert. There was the consideration to lean your head against the glass window but the bus was vibrating too much - would probably give you a headache.

The music trances you into sleep, vision behind your eyes only remembering Heeseung in the rain or when he sends you back to the apartment or when he dragged you into the archives room in the staff office. A smile surfaces on your lips before you drift off to sleep.

You’re awoken by the abrupt change in music on your phone - you had set a specific song as your caller ringtone and so when your favourite BTS song had been harshly interrupted by a 1975 song, you’re jolted awake into realising the bus had made it halfway from the city and back home.

Your blurred vision manages to process Jake’s caller ID, and you pick it up after clearing your throat.

“What’s up?”

“...y/n,” It’s a hoarse voice - a familiar one - but not the type you wouldn’t recognise. Your eyes widen and you sit up immediately, vision clearing as the sun billows across your face and the seats.

“Heeseung, oh my God. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” He pauses and clears his throat. His voice is weak and he’s sniffling but he’s alive and that’s all that matters. “Have you reached?”

“Um, no,” You look out the window again and at the road signs. “I think I’m about halfway through actually. There’s gonna be a pitstop soon before they make the hour’s journey back home.”

“That’s good,” He croaks. “I’m sorry I was too late.”

“No, God, no,” You grimace to yourself, part filled with happiness and part upset that you chose to leave as per normal. Had you chosen the evening bus instead, you would’ve been able to hold him before you left. “What’s important is that you’re safe and you’re alright.”

“Yeah, well... I wish I could’ve gotten up faster. At least see you off.”

“No, no, it’s fine. We can like- Facetime or something, video call. Technology’s pretty great nowadays, y’know.”

Heeseung manages a laugh, and you can hear Jake, Sunghoon and Jay in the same room as him.

“A-anyway, I’ve gotta go. Doc want to run some checks. Text me when you’re home? I should be able to get my phone back to life by then.”

“Yeah, sure. Please take care of yourself?”

“Don’t worry, y/n! We’ll take care of him just fine!”

“Great,” You smile to yourself, not realising your eyes had been coated with a layer of tears. “Bye, Heeseung.”

“Bye, y/n. I’ll see you soon.”

And with that you pull the phone away from your ear the same time you can hear more people enter the ward, eyes gleaming in the reflection of your phone screen when you lock it.

The mid-afternoon sun is bright and warm when you reach the terminal back at home, and you’re greeted with Byeol throwing herself onto your back while you were facing the opposite way. She showed up with your mother, so she happily drives the three of you to your favourite cafe for a tea break before heading home.

It feels like a movie - coming home to be with the people you’ve always loved while leaving the ones you find love with - nonetheless, you were happy that everything had seemed to be alright now. It’s what you would’ve liked to have anyway.

[1 MONTH LATER]

“Get matching hairbands with me,” Byeol picks up a red Elmo one then pulls a blue Kookie Monster one off the metal hook.

“That’s so lame and it’s so expensive,” You lock your phone and whine at her, trying to pull her out of the souvenir store. “It’s not like you haven’t been here before.”

“Ugh, you’re such a spoil sport.”

When you finally manage her to get out of the store, there are small crowds moving past, almost like in slow motion.

You glance around, craning your neck over the heads of people (if you can) while Byeol yawns and takes out her phone to take a shot of the theme park.

“So, which one are we going to first?”

You part your lips in a bid to reply, but then your eyes catch sight of a familiar head of hair, and his nose and his lips and your heart swells with glee. His eyes are darting about as well - obviously looking for something - but he catches your gaze through the crowd and stops.

He smiles.

“Hey, what are you looking at-” And the second familiar voice gasps as an interruption to his own words, then he processes the person by you and realises what this day was about.

“Hello? Earth to y/n? What are you doing?” Byeol steps over to bump shoulders with you, and attempts to trace your line of sight. “Wait a fucking minute. Is that-”

“That’s Jay.”

“And Heeseung. What in the world are they doing here?”

“Well,” You turn and smirk at her, knowing that Heeseung was already dragging Jay over. “Heeseung’s here for me and our companies are for each other.”

“What? Oh, Hell no!”

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 14

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: scenes in the hospital

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

You’re staring at the project document blankly, the pages filled with words and tables of the work you’ve done with Heeseung in the last few weeks or so. The weekend felt like three weeks, even when it was just three days - simply because you were in the hospital watching Jay flit in and out of consciousness and Heeseung’s still in a comatose state.

The seat next to you is empty and there is no other word to describe being alone on your last week of school than ‘sad’.

The Uber that picked Jay and Heeseung up had just been in school compounds and the police had found a rig in the brakes - the Uber had been stopped by another car driving straight into it.

Heeseung was on the side the car was rammed into. It’s a miracle he’s even still alive.

“y/n?”

The call jolts you out of your dissociation.

“Hey,” The professor walks up the stairs, and only now do you realise everybody else had left the lecture hall besides you. “I had the others hand up their projects but I saw you zoning out and I couldn’t do it.”

“Sorry,” Mumbling under your breath, you give the folder a quick flip-through before handing him the document. “Here.”

With pursed lips, he takes the folder and glances through it, skimming through the contents and pausing on the last page where you and Heeseung had signed off on.

“I’m sorry it happened.”

“I’m sorry the school had to go through so much to catch the idiot,” Through gritted teeth, you offer him a small wince.

“Well, yeah, that too,” The professor pulls up the lecture table from the seat next to you and sits himself in the plastic grove. “But it’s not important now. He’s going to be charged for God knows how many felonies, but I just- I wanted to know how you’re holding up.”

The concerned question thrums chills through you. Heeseung would’ve asked that. Jay would’ve too.

Jake and Sunghoon have probably tried, but you’re too busy crying or zoning out at the hospital to process anything else even if they did try.

“I’m fine,” You shake your head and stuff your iPad into your bag. “There’s nothing anybody can do to make him wake up faster.”

“I know that. It’s just... I don’t want a student ending her semester like this.”

The grumble of the zip as you close your bag is disgustingly loud in the empty lecture hall. You hug your bag, slowly looping your arm through one of the holes as you push the lecture table away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m leaving next week anyway and Heeseung’s not dead, so.”

The professor goes quiet upon the declaration.

“Thanks for the fun sem, Prof,” You give him a tiny, wretched smile that’s not genuine at all, lifting a leg over the backrest of the seat in front of you. “I’ll tell my dad to say hi to you every now and then.”

Finally on both your feet one row before him, he looks at you with sad, tired eyes.

“It’s been a pleasure having you and Heeseung as students, y/n. Do come back to visit when you come visit your father.”

A bare nod shakes your head.

“Bye prof.”

The ceiling looks the same. The light dangling from the beige, crusty roof looks dusty.

The room looks the same - except the fact that 80% of it were in boxes now. The clock hung on the wall has the loudest ticking you’ve ever heard - had it been this loud since the start?

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzz-

“Hello.”

“Jesus Christ, how many times do you want me to call you before you’d pick up?”

Maybe until Heeseung wakes up.

“You know what? Don’t answer that.”

A pause.

“How are you holding up?”

“Great. I mean the sem’s over. I’ve handed up almost every project I need to submit.”

“Fuck you, you know I don’t mean that.”

“What am I supposed to tell you? I’m great, while I wait for my two friends to recover in the hospital? One of them’s not even awake.”

“I don’t want to be that person but no matter how much you cry or pray that he wakes up, it’s going to take time, okay? Let him rest and recuperate and he’ll spring back to life like he wasn’t just in an accident.”

“I shouldn’t have let them take the Uber.”

“For crying out loud, it is not your fault. You told them your dad was coming to get you and Jay didn’t want to cancel it for the fee. It’s a normal reaction. Who was supposed to know the Uber was rigged?”

You blink.

“Have you packed?”

You count the boxes in your room. “Mostly.”

“I’ll be at your place when you come home. We can bake cupcakes and cookies and you can tell me about the school there.”

Your ears are taking in her words but your eyes are on the paper bag on your desk. It’s the tumbler that Jay got you.

“Hello? You there?”

“Byeol, what if they don’t wake up before I leave? I have 8 days.”

“Have some faith in them, would you? Jay’s already awake right? He’s just flitting in and out of consciousness and Heeseung... They haven’t said he’s in critical condition, right?”

“But he’s been in the ER and it’s been three days.”

“Sis, I could sleep for three days. He’ll be awake before you leave.”

“Hope so.”

“Not going to the hospital?”

“Nah,” You roll over onto your side and stare at yourself in the mirror on your wardrobe doors. “Their friends are swarming the wards. It’s fine, Jake and Hoon got me onto the special visitors’ list.”

“There’s a special visitors’ list?”

“It’s Jay and it’s an expensive hospital with classier management. So yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s nice.”

Silence - except the occasional crackling of the static on the phone.

“They’ll do fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I have to go now. I’ll call you tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text you?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye bye.”

The car ride with your father is quiet, the gentle music from the stereo playing and you’re thinking about how your mother is back at home. She is a busy woman back home too so you hadn’t really had the time to call or text her.

For the first time in a long time, your father knows more about your life than she does.

“I know you’re probably not in the mood to answer this but...” The car slows at a red light. “Have you started packing?”

You don’t turn. The trees outside are swaying gently in the light breeze on this sunny day. It reminds you of the day Heeseung brought you out to the beach for your picnic.

“I’m about 80% done. The stuff left’s like my laptop and iPad and daily appliances.”

“That’s good,” You see him nod in the window’s reflection and glance at you. “Well, I’ll come by and hand you the documents for credit transfer later this week and I’ll send you to the bus terminal next Wednesday too, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Humming to yourself, the refracted red light turns green. “Sure.”

The car starts again. “Hun, I... I just wanted you to know that I know this sem has been difficult for you. I’m- I’m sorry that I suggested you come. Had I known that there was going to be a lunatic running on the loose, I would’ve stopped you from coming.”

“You wouldn’t have known,” You mumble, but still loud enough for him to hear. “It’s fine, it’s over.”

“And with what happened with Jay and Heeseung... I’m sorry. I really am.”

“They would’ve gotten caught up in this crazy shitfest with the psycho anyway, regardless of my presence,” Finally turning to look at your father, he side-eyes you while keeping his hands on the steering wheel. “It’s not anybody’s fault except that psycho’s that this happened.”

Your father remains quiet, unable to respond. The car drives into the sheltered drop-off point at the hospital and he watches you unbuckle the seat belt to let yourself out the car.

“Hey.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and rest a hand on the car door.

“They’ll be okay.”

A weak smile pulls your lips up your cheeks.

“I hope so.”

By the time you’ve reached the floor where the wads were, you’ve run into a good number of their friends. Of course, there were one or two bad apples among the bunch, but most of them knew you were on a special visitors’ list and that’s why you came so late.

It never gets easier though, the look on their faces when you know they want to tell you that they’ll be okay, but promises should not be made if they cannot be kept.

Walking into Jay’s ward, you see his mother helping to sponge his face while Jake and Sunghoon speak to a friend on the other side of the bed.

You catch the room’s attention when you pull the plastic bag out from your bag and let the door shut behind you, Jay’s mother looking up and offering you a tired smile.

“Oh, hey,” Jake grins and beckons you over.

“Hi Mrs Park,” You gesture to Jake to wait before holding out the plastic bag to Jay’s mother. “It’s a box of tonic for you and Mr Park. Thought of getting fruits but I don’t think Jay can have them yet.”

“Gosh, you really didn’t have to,” She shakes her head and sets the cloth down by the bed. “Thank you. Are you sure you’re okay, coming to visit so often? You’re here everyday, aren’t you?”

You return her a tight, pursed smile. “Yeah, but it’s fine. I’m leaving to go home next week so I don’t have much time left to spend with them. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, honey,” She stands and takes the box from you, turning to set it down on the table behind her before returning you her attention. “I... I don’t know what to say. This must be all a lot for you.”

You break the eye contact first, knowing that you were probably going to cry if you hadn’t stopped looking at her.

“No, it’s fine,” You raise a palm and rub her upper arm. “All I want is to have a decent conversation with Jay before I leave, and I’ll be more than satisfied.”

“Oh!” She exclaims, nose crunching into a threatened crying mess. She holds her arms open and coerces you into her arms, patting the back of your head. “Of course. Of course, Jay will be fine by the time you need to go home. I promise.”

“I really do hope so,” You pull away first and smile weakly at her.

“By the way, Mr and Mrs Lee are with Heeseung in the ward next door,” She sniffles, anxiously rubbing her palms together.

“Oh, right- Do they know I’m on the-”

“Yes, of course they do, sweet heart,” She quickly rubs your arm to comfort you, then slides her hands down to yours to keep them in her palms. “Their parents are the sweetest couple ever and they’d be so grateful that Heeseung has a friend like you. How about I have Jake or Sunghoon bring you over to meet them?”

“Oh,” You watch as she waves to get one of the boys’ attention, Sunghoon quickly pulling away from the crowd to attend to you.

“Would you do me a favour and bring her over to Heeseung’s ward? Introduce her to his parents.”

“Of course,” Sunghoon hurriedly nods and lowers his head out of respect. “Come on.”

“Thanks, Mrs Park,” You turn your feet to follow Sunghoon, but your hands are reluctant to leave hers. “I’ll come back later.”

“No, take your time, sweet.”

With a slight nod, you pull away and trail after Sunghoon out of the ward after leaving your bag with Jake.

The ward door closes with a soft hiss, then Sunghoon pauses right before you can come into view of Heeseung’s ward door, turning over his shoulder to look down at you.

“I don’t mean to bring this up at a bad time but...”

“I know,” You nod. “I know I’ve been an ass the last few weeks. Honestly, I... I didn’t know who I wanted to be endgame either.”

Sunghoon gives your word one more second of thought before he turns around to face you.

“It’s not my business but are you going to choose? Or... just go home next week?”

You frown and look down at your hands, reminiscing the warmth from Jay’s mother.

“I don’t know,” Your voice cracks. “I don’t think I can choose. Even if I do, I have 8 days, and neither of them are awake yet. I don’t... I don’t want to do that to them.”

He takes a deep breath and looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s Heeseung. Choose Heeseung,” He says without looking at you. “The night they got into a crash, Jay texted Jake to tell us that Heeseung kissed you, and that was the moment he decided he would give up.”

The statement tears you apart on the inside.

“Jay’s a tough guy to hurt and he plays his cards fairly and maturely,” Sunghoon nods and finally looks at you. “Don’t feel bad you’re choosing Heeseung over him. He had a truce with Heeseung. About you. And he knows he lost fair and square, so don’t feel upset. Just pour your heart and soul into Heeseung for the rest of the time you’re here, and worry about committing anything else after you’ve gone home.”

You part your lips to breathe, as if it would help you understand any faster or better.

“Anyway, both Heeseung’s parents are in there and they already have an idea who you are so... Just be nice.”

He watches you nod, slightly zoned-out, then pushes the door open.

His parents can tell you’re more preoccupied with the limp, breathing body on the bed than their presence, but they still take it with grace and greet you like they’ve known you your entire life.

The sight of Heeseung being bandaged up with a leg hanging in the air makes you feel like shit.

Who wouldn’t?

Later in the night, after Heeseung’s mother had gone home and his father had left to get coffee, you’re left alone with him and the occasional beeping from the Holter monitor.

There was a bruise and scratch on his left cheek, and his neck, arms and right leg were in a cast. You think about how much he was going to miss dancing when he gets told he’ll need to be on a 6-month break from anything strenuous.

Tired, you pull your earpieces out and plug it into your phone, laying it on the bed while you hover over him to fit the earbuds into his ears. Then you sit back down and scroll through your playlist, playing with the volume buttons to make sure it was softer than the volume you’d normally listen to your music at.

You make your selection, then quietly lay on the mattress with the faint music drizzling the atmosphere’s noise. That’s how quiet the room was.

His fingers were sticking out of his cast, so you play with them. His hair was in his shut eyes, so you gently push them out in case he were to open them.

“One more time, Heeseung. Just one more time before I leave.”

Jay’s mother was sleeping by his bed when you walk in to check on them, bag hanging from your right shoulder and lids heavy from the terrible sleep schedule the past few days.

“Hi.”

And a smile stretches your lips out when you can see him blink, offer you his bright grin, apart from the cut on his eyebrow.

“Hey,” You whisper, walking towards him on the other side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

Jay clears his throat and blinks. “Had better days, but at least I’m alive.”

A snigger threatens to wake his mother up. “Good. Do you want me to wake your mom up? Maybe get a doctor in to give you a check up or something.”

He shakes his head, even managing a small wave in his fingers laying by his hip. “No, I’m good. I’m going back to sleep soon anyway.”

You lean over and adjust his pillow. “Well, then I shan’t disturb you. I’ll come by again tomorrow.”

“Sure,” He looks up at you and nods. Your gazes meet, for a split second, he can kind of know what you’re thinking of, and you know what he was.

“Thank you for this sem, Jay. I really am.”

He shakes his head. “No, thank you. It was a fun sem because of you.”

“You call being in a hospital ward fun?”

Chuckling, he turns back to look at the ceiling for a second. “You will come back to visit us, won’t you? Zoom call us or something.”

“Of course. We could meet up during the summer break if anything.”

Satisfied, he nods again. “Good.”

“Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow,” You shove your hands into your pockets.

“Okay,” He quietly responds, watching you turn on your heels. “Oh, y/n.”

You turn and raise a brow.

“Heeseung. He’s the one for you, and... he’ll wake up for you. I know he will.”

With a slightly ached grin, you nod and look down at your feet.

“Bye Jay.”

“Bye.”

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Recess Week

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.8k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Heeseung is panicking to: What Can I Do - Day6

The smile on Jay's face completely rips you of all your worries, especially when he drags you before the mirror and sticks a Minnie headband on your head.

He pulls out his phone and nudges you to strike a pose in the mirror, sticking his tongue out while you follow suit.

The glistening shimmer across his eyes make it both endearing and terrible to bear - the thought of you telling him to give it up was absolutely off the table as of now.

The pink headband on your hair matches with the blue one on his, and he's just dragging you around the store in a bid to find more merchandise he could make you pay for (though you know for sure he was going to offer to take the bill anyway).

The day had barely begun and he was already running on an all-time high. It's dangerously addicting, and you don't think you'd be able to escape his adrenaline at all.

By the time you leave the store, more tourists have come in, but the lack of students your age made it a lot more tolerable and the theme park just wasn't as crowded as you'd expect it to be on a holiday.

The late morning sun was shining down on the both of you, his hands waving the Disneyland map around as he gestures to the different rides.

You'd be a bitch if you ruined his happiness now, wouldn't you?

Jay made it a point to think up a plan for the entire day just so he'd be able to go for all the attractions with you, somehow managing to slip in time for lunch and dinner.

His skin is a honey shade under the sun when you're on your 5th ride. The sweat that's trickling down the side of his cheekbone cues the thought: I should-

But he beats you to it, and carefully wipes a few strands of hair off your forehead stuck to your temple.

He's definitely saying something too, but none of it goes in. Not when your heart is racing from the minuscule physical contact - does he even know what he's doing?

You must admit to yourself, you got frustrated (read: angry, annoyed, troubled) with how well Jay carried himself throughout the Disneyland date.

How was he keeping himself together? Was he that full of confidence that everything would go his way? - In which it kind of was - granted that you weren't going to tell him anything about not being interested.

It's all the little things that he does, sometimes with a lack of expression, that makes you rethink your decision.

But it hits you time and time again that no matter which one you chose, you had 7 weeks left.

And who else could you blame but your father?

Maybe I am a bitch.

"Do you need help with that?" Jay coyly asks without even looking at you.

The plastic over the disposable cup was impossible to get the straw through, now leaving a mess of a wrinkled blob on the material.

"No, I'm-" You go at it once more, and the end of the straw crumples instead.

Without another word, Jay reaches over to you and takes your cup, picking the straw from your fingers before running it through the plastic.

"Thanks."

He hums, just as the sushi arrives at the table.

Half the items here were definitely not within your budget, but in some alternate universe, Jay somehow knew you'd like them and ordered them anyway.

So much for paying for your meals.

Casually thanking the way, he pulls off his Mickey headband and dusts it off, setting it down next to him before going for the cutlery.

He's gone pretty quiet compared to earlier on in the day, so it wasn't hard to figure out that he's spent.

Even more of a reason why I shouldn't ruin his night.

"You alright?" Jay raises a brow, waving chopsticks under your nose.

"Hm?" You raise both brows, slightly startled.

"You were zoning," He runs his fingers through his slightly greasy hair, then picks up his phone to take a picture of the food - and you.

"I'm fine," You pull down your peace sign and bite your smile away, instead, chewing on your bottom lip as he rearranges the sushi plates, deliberately pushing the more expensive ones to you. "You look tired too."

"Who said I'm not?" He yawns through a wide smile, laughing as he sniffles it out. "It was fun though, right?"

"Yeah," Your tired eyes trail as he finally settles the arrangement, obviously pleased with himself as he clacks his chopsticks together.

'Yeah'? That's your best answer?

Jay waits for you to pick up the first piece of sushi before he starts, and for the next 10 minutes, you eat in silence with him occasionally asking you to take something you haven't touched.

And it wasn't a romantic kind of silence.

If you could dig a hole right below your feet and crawl into it, you would. You've been friends with him for 7 weeks and yet you can't hold a decent conversation?

What's wrong with you?

You couldn't decide if it was just the fatigue that set in from a whole day out, which, in retrospect, was probably not a good idea.

You felt awkward, but Jay looked completely fine: absorbed in his own world of sushi and making sure you had your fill of salmon sashimi and unagi.

You know, the clanking of plates and distant chatter of other patrons that overwhelmed the lack of it at your table? He wasn't looking at his phone, nor zoning.

He was just... eating.

So you were nothing more than two idiots on a date that didn't work out, huh?

"Where are you off to?" Sunghoon's eyes widen, greeting Jay as he steps out of the room. Jake was by his side, ready to enter Heeseung and Jay's room.

"Going out to meet my dad," Jay squats and pulls his shoes out from the cabinet.

"Oh," Jake hums. "We were just about to pummel you about your date yesterday."

Jay chuckles, fingers twirling the laces and tying them. Sunghoon looks up and into the room, watching Heeseung sniffle while writing down some notes at his table.

"It went well."

Sunghoon looks back down and glances at Jake who's got a nonchalant brow raised.

"It obviously didn't."

Jay grunts, yawning as he stands. "Well or not, I still scored a date, so-"

The two boys blink at Jay, watching him turn to bid goodbye to Heeseung.

"I'm off."

"Aight, bye."

"Bye."

Jake and Sunghoon wait until Jay disappears into the lift lobby, hands fiddling with his earpiece to shove them into his ear canals.

They turn back and step into the room, Jake throwing himself onto Heeseung's bed and Sunghoon crossing his arms over his chest.

"It didn't go well, did it?"

Heeseung twirls his pen over his index finger, yawning at his notes. "Nope."

"And you're still going out with her tomorrow?"

Heeseung pauses and turns, scratching his cheekbone.

The silence is an answer on its own.

"You're absolutely fucked."

"I'm not fucked."

"You are."

"Oh, my God."

"Look, I'll just- after tomorrow, I can get Jay off my back regarding her, and- and I'll just see how it goes!" Heeseung shrugs, pouting at Sunghoon with wide eyes.

The younger was standing with his arms tight across his chest, unimpressed and in utter disbelief that the older had even thought about taking Jay's suggestion, much less actually do it.

Sprawled across Heeseung's bed is Jake, periodically tossing a stress ball up into the air and catching it. With his free hand tucked under his neck, he listens to the conversation that's on the verge of an argument.

"I have-" Sunghoon sighs, bringing his fingers up to his temples and rubbing them with his eyes shut. "Thinning- and I mean, THINNING patience- for how this whole thing is turning out."

"It's true," Jake chimes in, lifting his head backwards and looking at Heeseung upside-down. "He won't shut up about it."

"I just- first of all, when I said you should tell Jay or not give up on the girl to hurt his pride, I didn't mean 'ask her out'. Secondly, if Jay's so adamant about asking her out, hasn't she already figured out that Jay's into her?"

Sunghoon pauses.

"Have you done anything to try to impress her?"

Heeseung pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and glances at Jake, eyes on him now.

"No."

Sunghoon squints. "Liar."

"Okay, so I- I comforted her once when she messed up her mid-terms and- I asked her to tutor me for the test and we watched the documentary together and-"

"'And'?!" Sunghoon shrieks, pressing his palms into his hair. "How many 'and's' do you need...!!!"

"And... I may or may not have sent her home multiple times."

Jake snickers, finally tilting his head into a normal position. "Oh, you're fucked, alright."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

"That's because you shouldn't!" Sunghoon slaps him on the shoulder, earning a sharp wince from Heeseung. "And what's that girl doing, toying with both your feelings like that?"

"I honestly don't think she knows."

"Shut up, she's a scholar."

"Book-smart doesn't mean emotionally intelligent."

"If you actually did what you said you've done... and she just went out with Jay yesterday, then the girl must know that it's not that simple with either of you."

Heeseung pauses to contemplate his words.

Heeseung can't really get enough of your politeness when you order the food for takeaway. You had shown up in a simple camisole, cardigan and shorts.

As per described, simple.

But he finds himself unable to tear his attention off you, marveling at how different you looked than when you were in school.

He holds onto the pizza and chicken as you lay down the mat into the sand, some kids running past with a dog and giggling out into the waters.

The ocean was reflecting the late afternoon sun, every ripple and every little bubble glimmering a shade of blue and white.

You pull off your shoes and step onto the mat, taking the food from him and placing them strategically onto the mat to weigh it down.

He sucks in a deep breath as you carefully lay out the items, using your feet to spread the material evenly before reaching over to him as he tries to slip off his shoes.

The uneven sand under his feet give up on him, instincts grabbing onto your hand before he topples over.

The smile and laughter erupts all over your face in your lips, teeth, voice and eyes and Heeseung hates the feeling he gets when his heart stops.

But all he's thinking about is Jay and how shit of a date he said the amusement park was.

"Are you okay?" Your voice, light as feathers, comb through his anxious thoughts. Your grip is light but firm on his forearm as you pull him onto the mat, the plastic crinkling under his feet as he finds his centre of gravity again.

"Yeah," Heeseung gulps and lips his dry lips, feeling your hold loosen around him. You step back, returning your attention to the food as he glances up at the sky and the surroundings. Your white cardigan, white camisole and beige shorts are nothing but complementary to the beach sights.

In fact, the beach complemented you.

"Heeseung," You reach over and give his knee a little tap on his knee. He looks down at you from the horizon, eyes glimmering under the saturated sunlight.

"You okay?" You ask again, raising a brow out of concern.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He looks flustered, patting down his shirt and sitting opposite you with the boxes between you.

"Sorry, I was just..."

Just what?

"Thinking about the test next week."

No, I wasn't.

"Huh," You grin to yourself, looking back down at the food as you pull apart the boxes. "Are you thinking about it or panicking about it?"

Neither.

"Thinking about it," Heeseung clears his throat and inhales the scent of cheese and onions and tomatoes and fried chicken skin.

"You did well for your first test, so... just focus on whatever's that's left. Week 6 and the documentary," Pulling out a bottle of hand sanitiser from your bag, you offer it to him and he takes it.

"Yeah, I'm not too sure about whatever was tested from the first few weeks."

"What?" You frown at him with a distasteful smirk, taking the bottle back from him as he wipes his hands. "You're a top scorer! Surely that's gonna drive you to... outdo yourself again."

Heeseung shakes his head, reaching over and pulling the pizza slices apart. "Unlike you, I don't really care for a streak. I just want a pretty report card, as far as I can help it."

"You still have half a week left, so," He hands you a slice and you take it gracefully, turning to face the sea before the wind blows your hair all over your lips.

There's something calming about the way the water washes into the sand, creating white noise in silence where you should probably be talking to him.

But every time you turn and take something else from the box, you manage to steal a glance at him.

His eyes were reflecting the horizon, the ball of fire replacing his pupils and his nose drawing a gorgeous line of shadow over his philtrum.

Then he turns after finishing the slice in his hand, and the little smudge of tomato sauce in the corner of his lips attracts your attention.

"Keeping that for supper?" Sucking on your teeth, you glance down at the finishing food in the box.

"What?" Heeseung's tongue darts out and messily attempts to search for whatever you were looking for, but the dried-out sauce is stubborn despite his tongue already finding it.

"That's disgusting," You wince at him, picking up a napkin and wiping your fingers.

"I'm trying."

With a slightly embarrassed smile, you pick up another napkin and wave to get his attention.

"Do you mind?""

Heeseung blinks, then leans across boxes to you with his arm supporting his weight below his shoulders.

You try your best to avoid his eyes, so your attention solidifies onto his mouth where the stain was. With some energy, you drag the napkin across his skin, the red sauce coming off and staining the ivory instead.

But Heeseung can't hide the tiny smile that grows across his face.

Not when he can tell you're holding your breath.

"You should invest some time in swimming," He whispers, just as the last bit of sauce comes off.

"Huh?" You raise a brow in confusion, the question forcing you to breathe again.

"Nothing," He gently shakes his head, dribbling his fringe over his brows and eyelashes.

The rest of the evening is spent talking about your life back at home. Where Byeol was. Where your mother was. Where all your other friends were.

Then even outside the gates to your apartment, Heeseung's joke still has you giggling, your stomach aching and eyes tearing.

Heeseung sighs, watching you stop outside the gate and the security guard waving to him first even before he spots you.

"Wow, you might as well just..." You throw your hands up in a shrug. "Make friends with him at this point."

Heeseung chuckles, sucking his lips in between his teeth. "Thank you for hanging out with me today."

"Of course," You return his smile, your fingers interlocking with one another. "I had fun."

"Same."

A few cars drive past.

Heeseung nods, seemingly anxious as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Well, it's been fun."

"Mhm."

He nods again, feet rooted to the floor though his shoulders were already swaying from trying to turn away.

"Well, um-"

Then a surge of confidence washes over you, convincing you that it was a good idea for you to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek.

Heeseung's eyes widen when you return to flat ground, taking a step back and scanning his face for any sign of complete disgust.

But he blinks at you like a confused puppy, his entire body frozen like he was just dumped into a tub of ice.

"Anyway, goodnight," You hastily spit, turning around and fishing out your keycard.

"Wait," He takes a big step forward and wraps his fingers around your arm to pull you around.

By now your heart is racing and stopping at the same time.

Then your vision goes slightly blur and your head flashes point-blank as he leans down to peck your cheek as well.

"Goodnight."

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 12

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.25k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Jay is chilling to Fallin' by Yoon Hyun Sang

Your hands are sweaty as you walk up to his back sitting in the study area. His earpieces were dangling from his lobes and the heel of his foot was shifting along with the music he had playing. Probably one of the songs he was going to perform next week.

But it'd been about a week and Heeseung hadn't kept up a conversation with you other than it regarding the project. He's updated it as much as you wanted it to, and he's only asked you questions here and there to make sure he doesn't get yelled at you.

Otherwise, it's pretty obvious he's mad at you.

You wish you couldn't care less - but that'd be a lie. Not being able to talk to Heeseung the way you've been talking to him and having him around feels like torture over and over again even though he never said anything hurtful or explicitly stated that he was mad.

It hurt.

More than you'd expected it to.

Quietly leaving the bag of gifts by the leg of his chair, you wrap your hands around his face as he jumps a little, but he settles after awhile knowing that it might be you.

Heeseung pulls his earpieces out carefully without shoving your hands, and you can hear him take a deep breath when his whole body relaxes back into the chair.

"I know you're still mad at me," You carefully begin, listening to the rustle of his jacket as he crosses his arms. "But I got you a thing or two and I hope that's enough to let me off without saying 'I'm sorry' like a sad child."

"You just did though."

"You know what I mean."

Heeseung's shoulders sink a little.

So you pull away, back lowering to hook the bag handles onto your fingers and bring them up to the table. Heeseung looks at the bag, then at you as you sit and pull your bag straps off your shoulders.

A suspicious squint narrows his eyes, never once removing them from yours. With his hands grabbing the bag, he places it on his lap and peers in like you had packed a bomb in it.

Then the plastic crinkles as he pulls out the pack of instant ramen, and your heart jumps a little when the smile erupts over his lips.

He reaches in after placing the pack on the table, gently pulling out the ticket he had given you last week to his dance performance. There was a hole punched into the edge where students had to go confirm the placing for a seat, which you had already done a few days after you fought with him.

Heeseung looks up at you with the punched ticket between his thumb and index finger.

"If it means anything, you can come over to the apartment and I'll cook the ramen for you."

"I think I can cook ramen better than you," Heeseung smiles, then tries to hide it, the attempt going absolutely down the drain as he resumes the pack of ramen in the bag. "Thanks for coming."

He holds out the ticket to you, eyes glimmering with a hint of comfort. Something in his face tells you that he wasn't really mad in the first place - he just didn't want to say anything wrong to piss you off or step on the wrong toe.

"Of course," Taking it carefully, you look at the ticket as if you've seen it for the first time. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Looking up, you see his teeth bared from his wide smile for the first time in a week. Usually it'd be like this - but it's different when you knew it ended on a bad note the last time you saw him.

Heeseung looks away first, and his ears burn a little pink as he shoves the updated document over the table to you.

"This is for the consultation later."

You didn't know how much you missed Heeseung's company until you were in the professor's office. It's the automatic reaction to the scent of books and files and wooden shelves in the room that was already beginning to make you sick to your stomach.

Heeseung then takes it upon himself to do all the talking, hoping that you could trust him to do the job - which he does exceptionally well.

By the time you've yanked yourself back into the spiritual zone of the room, Heeseung was already done explaining whatever the professor needed to hear and he was nodding away like it was a speech at the OSCAR's.

It's comforting to hear the words 'you're reading to go' come out from the professor's mouth.

It's all kind of fast, kind of loose on ends because you can't really absorb whatever that was happening in the moment up till the professor stands to show the two of you out of the room.

Heeseung asks something and the prof says 'yeah, don't worry about it.'

He definitely says something else, but you don't hear it.

"y/n."

Looking up with Heeseung standing behind you, the professor's got this bright, beamy smile on his face.

"You did well with the drafting, don't worry about it, okay?"

With a subtle nod, you could only hope that the prof sees it.

The door swings shut behind you as Heeseung walks you both down the hallway,

Your head is both empty but filled at the same time. It just full of wondering if 'was that really it?' and 'what just happened?'

But Heeseung snaps you out of it by patting your head, nudging you in your arm to pull your soul back into your body.

"Hey, it's over. We can just work on the planning and we're all good to go."

You look away, gulping down your dry throat and shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets.

"Anyway, wanna go check out the archives room?"

"The what?"

Heeseung stops you just before you can turn around the corner down the left of the hallway. He throws his thumb over his shoulder to the right, and at the end of the hallway was a room that wasn't an office - it was the school's archive room that's probably filled with old films of documentaries or past-year projects (it was an arts and social sciences faculty after all).

"Pretty sure that's not allowed," You squint at him and glance at the CCTV right in the corner of the ceiling just outside the archives room. "Plus, there's a ca-"

"It doesn't work," Heeseung squints back at you without looking behind him.

"You've totally been in there before."

Heeseung shrugs and glances down the hallway the two of you just came out from. It was quiet - most of the professors were either in their offices working or out for classes.

"It's pretty cool, I'll tell you that."

He raises a cheeky brow at you, a small smirk twirling up the corner of his lip. His knuckles crack when he tightens his grip around his bag straps, toes already gradually shifting towards the archive room.

"I'm not gonna get expelled if I go in for a peek, would I?"

Heeseung shrugs. "One way to find out, right?"

He doesn't wait for you to respond before grabbing your hand and yanking you along, head immediately darting around to make sure no professors were coming out of their respective offices.

"Heeseung!"

"Shh!" The doorknob rattles a little as he pushes the door open, and the scent of musty, old books and folders swamp your nostrils.

"We shouldn't be in here!" You hiss through gritted teeth, fingers tightly gripping onto his as he closes the door with his free hand.

"Come here," He drags you across the room and heads for an old television seated in the corner of the room. There were a few large cupboards lining the 4 walls of the room, stacks of DVD cases and books hiding in the corners between the furniture.

"There's no way in hell that works," His hand slips out from yours as he kneels to turn it on, and he picks out a random DVD from a folder behind the television.

"You should try taking a day off being a wet blanket," Heeseung grins to himself and shoves the disk into the DVD player under the television.

The device flickers on, and part of the screen was slightly messed up from how old it was. The film plays, and through the low-budget shots, you could tell it was a student's project. Probably a final-year project before graduating.

Heeseung backs up as lets you have a better view of the screen, and there was just something about a student-made project that drew her in. The shaky frames, the shitty acting, the sudden, inappropriate cuts to the next scene.

You turn to Heeseung, seeing the reflection off the screen in his eyes reminds you that the lights of the room weren't on. His fringe was parted today, so his eyes are clear and there wasn't a single strand of hair blocking his large doe orbs.

A gulp finds your throat, and the anxiousness creeps onto your neck when Heeseung's eyes darts from yours to your lips.

The butterflies swarm in your stomach and your lungs seem to empty themselves out on their own.

But Heeseung halts from the distant click of a door closing, so faint that you wouldn't have heard it had he not abruptly stopped. Very quickly, he slaps the power button on the television and pulls you into a crevice behind one of the cabinets, standing with his back facing outwards and pulling the cupboard doors to hide yourselves.

"That's not gonna work-"

Heeseung slams his hand over your mouth and caves over you, your eyes directly at the rim of his collar.

The sound of the old door creaks open, and someone shuffles in. You hear a bucket and the rustling of a plastic bag - the janitor was changing the plastic in the rubbish bin.

Your eyes fly upwards, and you can see nothing but Heeseung's jawline as his attention is cemented onto the noises in the room.

The shuffling fades, and the door swings shut.

Footsteps grow distant, leaving only the muffled breathing of yours through his fingers before he removes them from your face.

Heeseung looks back down at you, lips parted to sigh with relief.

"Sorry," He whispers, clenching his fist and sucking his lips between his teeth. You shake your head, scratching your brow and looking away.

You stay in that position with him for a while more, the gradual realisation that neither of you wanted to move starting to sink in.

So you look back up at Heeseung, ready to make a run for it if he wasn't thinking the same thing.

"Heeseung-"

But he quickly shakes his head and leans down, tilting his head so he can slot his lips between yours.

Your eyes are wide first, and you watch Heeseung's flutter shut. But the warmth from his hands melt into your cheeks when he reaches up to cup your face, your body flushed against his and your back straight up to the side of the cupboard.

Your skin lights up in flames and you cringe slightly under the unfamiliar sensation of the experience, but Heeseung pulls away first when he can feel your body tense up.

He scans your eyes - noticing a lack of disgust but an abundance of surprise - and laughs.

"First kiss?"

You blink and feel the heat rush through your face.

"...Yes."

He grins and leans down again. "Same."

Jake and Sunghoon walk in on a half-awoken Jay sprawled across his bed, his roommate missing while Jay struggles to keep awake on his online lecture.

"Uh, we are eating lunch now, right?" Jake squints at him, letting Sunghoon enter the room with the takeaway food.

"Where's Heeseung?" Sunghoon casually throws as he heads for Jay's table, placing the boxes down as he sits up.

"In school. Consultation."

Sunghoon halts in his movements, Jake pulling off his shoes with his feet and stepping into the room.

"Music History?"

Jay nods. "He dressed up today, so."

Sunghoon looks up at Jake, who doesn't hesitate to pout while throwing himself onto Heeseung's bed. The silence is a brooding moment for Sunghoon to let the thoughts run through his head like a racecar zipping through his rounds.

"Didn't you already have a deal with Heeseung, play fair, right?"

"Right."

Sunghoon dumps himself in the chair. "How do we know she hasn't already made a decision?"

"Neither of them told me."

"Let me rephrase," Sunghoon shakes his hand and looks down. "Aren't you convinced that she's already made her choice?"

Jay swings his legs over the edge of his bed, dumping his iPad onto his bed and running his fingers through his hair. The boy opposite him on Heeseung's bed doesn't have his usual smile on his lips today - he can read Jay's expression unfortunately well.

Sunghoon sighs, noticing the silent communication between the other two. "You're a masochist. You're a dumb man in love and what, are you enjoying this kind of pain?"

Jake winces and bites it into his mouth, a small frown surfacing on his lips. Jay sucks in a deep breath and raises both brows, standing as he stretches.

"At this point, I guess I'm just happy if they are both happy. Doesn't matter," He walks to Sunghoon at his desk. "She's leaving in like 4 weeks anyway."

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Not For Sale: Week 9

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.5k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Jay is reeling from: Anti-Romantic - TXT

"You're a piece of shit, do you know that?"

"Did not need to tell me that for me to know I made a shitty choice."

"Mhm, and then what? Now that you've kissed him and he's kissed you, when are you planning to tell Jay?"

"I'll tell him when the time comes."

"'When the time comes'?! The hell's wrong with you?"

"Look, I have a test later and I'll see Jay tomorrow-"

"Then are you going to tell him to back off or are you going to play damsel drowning in guilt and keep your mouth shut?"

"Are you finished?" Finally halting in your movements, you stop yourself right outside the lecture theatre, fingers tight around the phone pressed to your ear.

"Are you?"

"I don't have the time for this-"

"You're the one who called me!"

You sigh with a heavy huff, lungs emptying themselves as someone from your MH class walks past you and into the lecture theatre.

"You know what? Call me when you've told Jay, and if you haven't, don't bother," Byeol snaps, her voice cracking over the phone. "You're one of those girls we used to shit on who don't fucking know when to stop playing with people's feelings. You like the attention and you don't want to tell Jay because you want him to pamper you like the fucking baby you are."

Another student walks past you as you suck in a deep breath.

"Are you done?"

The weight is heavy on your heart. Byeol has never lost her temper nor gone off on you like that.

"Yeah, because I have nothing else left to say if you're not."

Then the line goes dead, the sharp beep ringing through your ear drums like an alarm. As you pull the phone away from your face, you're left to stare at your reflection in the blacked out screen.

Great. And it just had to be on the day of your second test.

"Hey."

You turn around upon the call, and your cheeks immediately flush when you note Heeseung taking large strides towards you.

"What are you doing out here? I thought you'd be inside trying to shove the rest of the content into that brain of yours."

Offering a small smile, you slide your phone back into your pocket. "I was talking to Byeol."

"Oh?" Heeseung begins walking towards the door, signalling for you to follow. "What about?"

The door creaks open when he pulls on it, standing aside to allow you entry first. Cold air greets your face as you step into it, chills running through your body as you take a look at the people in the class.

Some using their phones, some on their iPads or tablets and the rest probably sleeping or chatting.

"I'm gonna take the silence as confidentiality," Heeseung's voice rings you out of your zone-out, and he walks past you towards the stairs. "You alright? You don't look too... bright."

Heeseung scans your face, stone-cold with a void of emotions and you're trying your best to recap the information you need for the test - which is all set in your brain this time, you're not gonna let Heeseung beat you again - but you can't help but imagine Jay standing right next to him.

But he snaps you out of your imaginary projection by waving a hand before you, even taking a few small steps to you and reaching out to hold your arm.

"Hey," With a gentle breath, he lowers himself, trying to meet you in your eyes. "Whatever's going on with Byeol... or in your head- you can worry about it later, okay?"

The warmth in his palm seeps through your pullover, and he carefully tugs you forward, pulling you behind him as he walks you up the stairs.

But it's inevitable that his grip drops to your wrist, and then your hand where your skin is cold compared to his. He can probably feel the difference in temperature, so he rubs your fingers in his palm, rolling his fingers over yours with his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

When you reach the row where you usually sit, Heeseung releases you and steps back, nodding into the row first - asking you to sit where he usually does.

So when he sits next to you and watches you pull out your stationery, he can't help the tiny smile of comfort that surfaces on his lips.

Jay finds himself alone in the basketball court when he's shooting hoops for the fun of it. He doesn't usually come down often unless it's with Heeseung, or occasionally Jake or Sunghoon when they were bored.

But Jake and Sunghoon's out running rounds on campus to collect information for their anatomy classes and Heeseung said something about studying with that girl of his.

It's a nagging parasite in the back of his head though, when the only person's panting he can hear is his. It's his own footsteps he's listening to, his own heartbeat in his head.

Nobody to laugh with when someone misses a shot or trips over their own feet.

If only you were here, right?

Maybe you'd laugh at how shit he was at basketball even though Heeseung's probably taught him enough to play an actual match. You'd laugh at him striking the perfect pose as he hurls the ball through the air - only to miss it.

Maybe.

He catches the ball when it rebounds off the backboard and straight into his hands, sweat glossing over his forehead and brows as he wipes his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

Jay turns, dribbling the ball casually as he looks up, and spots Heeseung.

"How long have you been standing there?" A smile breaks across his face, noting the cup of bubble tea in Heeseung's grip. "You brought her to the bubble tea store?"

Jay smiles, dribbling the ball a few times as he recalls the day he met you. The bubble tea store owner even teased him about you.

"She wanted to go."

"Ah," Jay grins, stopping the ball with his foot and resting it on the ball. "Was it on the house?"

Heeseung offers him a tired smile, seemingly unable to look at him in the eye. "Yeah, it was."

"Expected," Jay shrugs and rolls the ball under his tip of his feet. "The aunty's too nice to us not to."

"Yeah, she um-" Heeseung swallows, stepping forward and taking a seat on the upper most step leading down to the basketball court. "She recognised her. Well, and me."

"She's a frequent patreon of the bubble tea store too?"

Heeseung pauses, glances at the ball, then looks back up at Jay.

"No."

It takes Jay a second.

Then two.

And then he finally feels the weight of the atmosphere when Heeseung hasn't dropped his bag to come snatch the ball from him.

"Are you... okay?" Jay frowns as he stops rolling the ball. The elder exhales, emptying his lungs as he brings his hands together between his opened legs.

He looks up and locks eyes with Jay, rubbing a hand behind his neck.

"Jay, I- I gotta tell you something."

The tension picks up, and Jay's frown deepens further as he squats to pick up the ball. "Yeah, sure. What is it?"

He climbs the steep steps (that were meant for seating) and places the ball in between his feet as he sits next to Heeseung. This is new for the both of them - usually Jay's the one with a problem that he sounds out and Heeseung's the one who provides valuable advice but - apparently, not this time.

Jay's waiting for him to talk but Heeseung can't bring himself to look at the younger in the eye. He's already kissed you on the cheek and held your hand, what kind of a friend was he if he let Jay chase you despite all the moves he's made on you?

The anxiety comes in the form of Heeseung rubbing his right fist into his left palm, fingers coming interlaced together then being pulled apart.

Jay's eyes dart between Heeseung's side-profile and his hands, awkwardly listening to the crickets chirp and the fluorescent light illuminating the court buzz from the electricity.

"Uh... Heeseung?"

"It's the same girl."

Bzzzzz.

Chirp.

Chirpchirpchirpchirp.

"Uh-"

"No, look, I'm sorry and I should've told you earlier, okay?" Heeseung's brows furrow back and guilt washes through him, motivating his hands up to his eyes to cover his face. "God, I should've told you the moment I-"

"Heeseung."

He stops, calming his breathing as he removes his hands to look at Jay.

"I kind of already knew."

Bzzzz.

"What?"

Jay breaks out into a small, wry smile as he looks down at the ball. "I kind of already knew it was the same girl when neither of us gave a name. Plus her tests always seemed to match with yours on Mondays. Plus, I kind of knew Sunghoon was mad about you not telling me. I knew the whole- under-the-table situation when we went out for supper."

Heeseung's eyes are wide, filled with confusion, and the whole person's in absolute shock.

"What do you mean you 'kind of already knew'? You knew and you didn't say anything?"

"I just figured you didn't say anything to protect my pride or my feelings. Like, I knew that you wouldn't deliberately hide it from me because you wanted her for yourself or anything. You must've had your own thought process to wait it out for so long."

Heeseung's breath is shaky when he exhales. His palms are sweaty against one another and he's simply at a loss of words.

He had imagined Jay flaring up, possibly throwing him to the ground and yelling at him for being a shit friend (though Heeseung knows that's mostly his imagination).

Jay's taking it a lot more gracefully than he thought he would.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Jay carefully asks, raising a brow at the ball though directing the question at Heeseung.

"Um, I don't-" He licks his lips and tightens his temples, eyes coming back to focus on the distant court ground. "I don't know."

A pause.

"If- If you really like her, then-"

"No," Jay purses his lips and shakes his head, turning to Heeseung. "That's not fair."

Another pause.

"I'm all for a fair fight, man," Jay flaunts his arrogant grin, eyes sparkling with a balanced determination. "That is, if you're all up for it."

Heeseung frowns again, trying to process the suggestion.

"So- so what? Are we going to just do what we want to do to win her over and we'll just see who emerges the-"

"Yep," Jay nods with a strange sense of enthusiasm, inhaling a sharp breath. "Each man for their own."

"Jay- I gotta tell you man, I-"

"Kissed or hugged or held her hand or something already?"

"You're not supposed to make me feel worse when I didn't even finish my sentence."

Jay chuckles heartily, teeth glistening under the lighting. "Sorry. Thought it'll help you out."

"Jay, I just... The day I went out with her to the beach, I sent her home and she- she kissed me on the cheek and I gave one back. Earlier today, she seemed like she was in a zone too and so I- well, I held her hand."

Jay's eyes widen and his lips curl downwards in ironic impression.

"Damn, you're like 3 laps ahead of me."

"Jay-"

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" He raises a palm and stops Heeseung. "We're just two basketball players trying to get the ball into the hoop. You're just a little bit better than I am, alright? Think of it that way."

He offers Heeseung a friendly pat on the back as he stands. "So, fair fight?"

Heeseung looks up, watching Jay hold out a palm in the form of a handshake.

"Shake on it. She out of bounds once she makes up her mind."

Heeseung puffs his cheeks, looking up at Jay whose hair is stuck to his forehead because of his sweat.

"If you don't shake on it, I'll just give up straight away."

"Ahhhhhh-" Heeseung grumbles to himself, shaking his head and taking Jay's hand reluctantly. Then, with the tiniest amount of hatred, Heeseung hisses, "asshole."

A hearty giggle thrums through Jay's chest as he pulls away, bringing the ball up to his chest and raising a brow at Heeseung.

"1 on 1?"

Jay's chewing on his straw opposite you in the school cafe he suggested for lunch after marketing. He's staring at the folder containing the details for the project that you'll need to submit before the end of the semester.

Your fingers are interlaced, reminiscing the warmth of Heeseung's palm despite your eyes on Jay.

"How was your beach date last week?" The question snaps you out of your sensory dream.

"Huh?" Your eyes widen, blinking the consciousness back into yourself. "Oh, well... it was okay. It was fun."

"Was it like a hang-out or like a date date?"

I wish I knew too.

"Hang out," You respond nonchalantly, turning to look back at your cup of cold tea.

"He's probably interested, y'know," Jay smirks at you, looking at you through his lashes with the sheet of paper between his thumb and index finger. "Beach dates are like- an unspoken couple dream kinda thing."

"True," Smiling to yourself, you lean back in your seat and take in a deep breath. "But... I don't know. Nothing's been said and I don't want to jump the gun."

"Well, did he make any moves? Like- touch you or anything?"

He didn't make any moves, I did.

"Uh- well- I may or may not have- well..."

Jay's smirk grows into a sneaky grin as he closes his file, resting his cheek in his hand as he raises a brow at you. "Did you kiss?"

You stare at him, somewhat blanked-out.

Shaking your head after a few moments of silence, you blink the eye contact away. "Just on the cheek. That's all."

"He kissed you first or-"

"I kissed him on the cheek first, then he did it."

"Huh!" Jay's Cheshire grin glistens under the fluorescent lighting, a spark flashing across his eyes. "That's cute."

"Do you think- I don't know-"

"What, that he likes you?"

A pause.

"Yeah."

Jay inhales sharply, dropping his arm to rest them both on the table. "I'm positive he has feelings for you, if not he wouldn't have reciprocated your kiss."

You purse your lips and glance at the table, momentarily recalling the hold of him around your arm when he turned you around to peck your cheek.

"How do you know though? What if he's just toying with me?"

Jay blinks. A thought zips across his face.

"He's not," He offers you a comforting smile, then says, "Because I would've done the same."

A frown creases your forehead.

"I like you too," He blinks, nodding a little at the confession. "And as long as he hasn't won you over completely, I'm gonna keep trying."

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 13

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing probably

Word Count: 2.9k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

You are swooning to Moonlight in Vermont by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong

Jay looks up from his phone and catches Heeseung pacing around the room, grabbing his costume and jacket and shoving them into his small duffel bag. The younger can read him rather well - he can tell Heeseung is nervous for the dance performance later and the burden is only added on because you're going.

"You're going to be fine," He calls out as he returns his attention to the phone. Heeseung pauses and looks over his shoulder, resting his hands on his hips and blinking at Jay's words.

"I am fine."

"No, you're not," Jay raises a cocky brow and looks over the top edge of his phone. "You're nervous."

Heeseung breaks into a small smile, lifting his duffel bag onto his bed and sinking into the edge of the mattress. "You say that as if that's not normal."

Jay puffs his cheeks, looking back to his screen for a second before resigning to the conversation with Heeseung. He locks his phone and sits up in bed, pulling his legs into a cross and leaning back on his palms sinking into the cushion.

"You're just nervous because she's gonna be there," Jay threads his fingers through his hair. "Don't be."

"Well, can't blame me if I am, right?" Heeseung pulls on a cap and fits it over his head.

"Wouldn't be worth it if you tripped over yourself during a performance you've been preparing so hard for... just because she's there."

Heeseung pouts and shrugs. "Point taken."

Jay stares as Heeseung goes through his bagged items once more, laces undone and the only thing keeping him from leaving for practice.

"Could you be honest about something with me?"

Heeseung's bright eyes look up from his bag upon the question, Jay's face riddled with a stone-cold expression despite the loaded query. The elder automatically thinks about the kiss he stole from you in the archives room after the consultation - and not only that - he still went back in for a second one after.

"Sure," Heeseung nods, scrunching his nose a little as he sniffles.

"Have you and y/n talked about it? About... you two."

His hair kind of glows under the light from how smooth it was - he just blow-dried his hair. Heeseung blinks and leans back against the wall, the crown of his head meeting the concrete.

"No."

Jay sucks in a deep breath. "You know she's leaving in like a month, right?"

"Right."

The two boys sit and sulk in silence, the shuffling emitting from Heeseung folding his arms. Leaning forward, Jay rests his elbows on his knees and tucks his chin into his palms, eyes travelling from the floor up.

"You know what I'm gonna say, right?"

His roommate looks away for a second, then nods. "Yeah."

Silence - Before it's interrupted by a knock on the door and Jake shoving himself in like he owned the room.

"HEY GUYS- oh! Heeseung, what are you still doing here?!" Jake adjusts his cap and hurriedly hides the small bouquet of flowers behind his back.

"Just chatting with Jay," He pulls on a light smile and slings his duffel bag over his shoulder, sliding off his bed and heading for the door where he greets Sunghoon entering behind Jake. "Thanks in advance."

Sunghoon winces as Heeseung nods towards the flowers, and a grin breaks his pearlies under the sun as he pulls on his shoes. "I'll see you guys later at the concert!"

"Bye!"

"Good luck!"

"Hey!"

"Hi!" You look up from your phone and stand to greet Jake, Sunghoon and Jay (who kind of awkwardly smiles at you).

"Been here long?" Jake sits next to you at the waiting area outside the concert hall, leaving Jay and Sunghoon to chat as they remain standing.

"No, my dad dropped me off about five minutes ago. How did you guys come?"

"Uber," Jake snickers. "Jay paid."

"Nice."

"Anyway, do you wanna grab supper with us later after the concert? Might be pretty late though, since Heeseung's probably gonna take awhile to come out."

The invitation rests on your mind. Automatically, you turn to look at Sunghoon and Jay laughing between themselves - a reminder that they are in their own circle of friends and you are actually just temporary.

You're leaving in a month anyway.

"No, it's fine," Jake watches as you shake your head even before you turn back to him. "My dad-"

"You don't have to worry about us," Jake frowns gently when you've finally faced him. "Worry about... what you're gonna tell Heeseung or Jay when you leave."

He goes quiet, and the sound of distant chattering by other audience members in the waiting area blankets your hearing. It's a reflex to turn to look at Jay and Sunghoon again, this time looking down at someone's phone to laugh about something.

"You leaving is going to break the two of them. I think they deserve more time with you, regardless of who's present."

"I just-" You quietly admit. "Don't want to intrude on your friendship. On whatever they have. I feel like I've already done something to it."

Jake sighs lightly, turning his head to look at his friends while leaning his head into you. "Trust me, there's almost nothing in the world that can break Heeseung and Jay's friendship."

Turning to Jake, his smile is already plastered to his face as he side-eyes you, lifting an elbow to nudge you softly.

Then the peace is being interrupted by the ushers and staff pushes the doors of the concert hall open, lifting a card that indicated which door was for which seating category and seat numbers.

"Tickets for categories 1 to 5 please enter!"

"No! Because you totally fucking tripped-"

"I did not trip!"

"I'm pretty sure she's right."

"Whose side are you on?!"

You break out into uncontrollable laughter as Heeseung reaches over the table and thwacks Jay on the shoulder, free hand holding a french fry.

Jake and Sunghoon grumble words of both agreement and disagreement over the high-table, and being sat next to Heeseung while he bickers with his friends warms your heart in ways you'd never expect to feel in your life.

You'd always been stuck with one or two people in your life, and now the only person you'd ever bother sharing a significant part of your daily routine with was Byeol.

It's the way that Jake spat English words in his playful insults, and only Jay understood that made you crack up because Sunghoon and Heeseung would make a fuss about them being anti-Korean.

It's the way Sunghoon would try and kick someone under the table that made Jay want to shove him off the seat.

It's the way you somehow felt like you belonged with this group of people, even though you were a source of drama that they didn't need.

If only they were your home and not your one-semester adventure.

"So, we're going back first?"

"Yeah," Jake leans over into Sunghoon and looks at his screen. "Hoon's been wanting some skating equipment so I'm gonna go follow him to check if the store's still open."

"Alright, I'll see you like- later or something then?" Heeseung raises a brow as the two younger ones start to turn on their heels. Jay's busy looking down at his phone to call for an Uber, barely looking up and waving emptily at his friends.

"No, go back and bathe and sleep!" Sunghoon urgently waves himself and Jake off. "We might go clubbing afterwards."

Jay finally looks up from his phone and yells out like a mother. "Clubbing?!"

Jake grabs Sunghoon's shoulders and begins to speed up their walking, not even bothering to turn as he yells, "he's joking!"

"Go back to the dorms when you guys are done shopping!" Heeseung cranes his neck and demands, from afar watching Jake raise his hand and wave.

Heeseung turns back to you and Jay, eagerly peering over his shoulder to look at the screen that's lit up his face. "Got an Uber?"

"Yeah, on the way," Jay nods and locks his phone, slipping it into his back pocket as he turns and sighs at Heeseung. "It was a good job you did at the concert."

"Aw, you're being awfully sweet today."

You purse your lips, trying to hide the cheeky smile as Heeseung reaches over to ruffle Jay's hair. With some kind of tolerable annoyance, Jay swats Heeseung's hand away and snorts, rolling his eyes as he grins.

Jay was trying to shove his hand through Heeseung's waxed hair when your phone begins to ring, and you pull it up to see your father's name on the screen.

The two boys nod as you step back to receive the call, still listening to their quiet bickering behind you.

"Hello?"

"He's been spotted outside of campus. Where are you?"

"I-" You turn and look at them over your shoulder. "Outside the concert hall. Jay's already booked an Uber."

"I'm getting in the car right now, can you wait for about 10?"

"What about Jay and-"

"They can come too. Just stay put and I'll be over soon."

"Oh- um, okay."

"Bye."

You pull the phone away from your ear and turn, looking up from the screen and at Jay and Heeseung who were still bickering.

"My dad said the psycho's been spotted outside of school and he's coming to get me, he can give you guys a lift too."

"Oh, shit," Jay winces under his breath, pulling his phone out to check the status of the uber. "Um, I can't cancel it though. I'd have to pay a fee if I do... and plus the Uber's just about a minute away so."

"Oh, um-"

"It's okay, you can wait for your dad and we'll see you soon, don't worry," Heeseung looks over from Jay's phone and at you, offering a gentle smile.

"Are you sure you can't cancel it?"

A pout surfaces on Jay's lips as he scrolls through the additional booking options. "Nah. I think it's fine."

"Don't worry about it, we'll call you or something when we get back to school, okay?"

Heeseung's doe eyes are looking down at you through his slightly wilted hair, his gelled fringe sagging after the long night. An instinct brings you to nod, and almost on cue, a car drives into the concert hall car park.

"Is that the one?"

"Looks like it," Jay sucks in a deep breath and looks over to you. "You'll be okay waiting for your dad, right? You should go back into the concert hall to wait if he just left."

"Yeah, no, I'll be fine," Heeseung pulls you behind him as the car nears, and he watches you shove your hands into your pockets. "Text me when you get back to the dorms?"

"Of course," And by some Godforsaken instinct, Heeseung leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes widen, heart racing and your hands starting to sweat in your pocket. Heeseung can see the way you fall into a state of shock, so he takes a moment to process what he's done before pulling away and turning to check on Jay.

But Jay has nothing but half-lidded eyes on his face, with a slight sneer of disgust as he rolls his eyes.

"Could've told me earlier without rubbing it in my face like that," Jay yanks the car door of the back seat open and almost hisses at the two of you. "Get in, loser, you'll see her again soon."

Your panicked eyes dart immediately to Heeseung, who seems to be biting away a tiny smile on his lips. "Don't worry, he's fine. Bye."

Heeseung pulls the passenger's seat door open and slides in, listening to Jay reconfirm the drop-off point in the dorms. Then under the terrible lighting, you can see both of them turn around to try to wave to you as the car moves off.

It's when the car driving out of sight that you shove your fingers into your pocket, pulling your earpieces out to untangle as you sit by the curb.

There was a notification from Instagram - something about a 1-year memory - and it was with Byeol back when you had just finished the semester. Seeing her face made you remember what she said about Heeseung and Jay, and it kills you a little bit to know that Jay already has an idea of his chances.

But what's that worry for, if you have another three weeks left here anyway? The thought of being so far away from Heeseung and Jay, even Jake and Sunghoon makes it even more unbearable.

Sure, you had Byeol and your mom back at home but...

HONK HONK

The familiar car drives into the carpark, headlights blinding you as it slows to a stop.

"I thought I told you to go into the concert hall to wait?"

You plug your earpiece into your phone and circle the wire over your neck, pushing yourself to your feet and walking over to the passenger's seat.

"Didn't want to. Besides, there are more people out here. I think the concert hall's closing soon," You say loud enough for him to hear as you slide in. "Anyway, what's taking the local authorities to get that psycho down? I'm sure they have identified him."

Your father waits for you to buckle your seat belt before he drives off. "They have but he seems to be a little tough to spot outside where there aren't cameras."

"Huh," You sniffle from the slightly cold weather and look out the window. "So much for an exchange sem."

The ride is quiet as you drift in and out of light sleep, the familiar streets becoming more and more nostalgic even though you were still here. The leftover puddles on the floor and damp lamp poles lines the pavement, amber lights illuminating the asphalt floor.

That is - until the glaring lights of blue and red start to pull your sense back to real-time.

Your vision comes into focus as the car slows, and your father's craning his head as the traffic slows. There were honks atop the strange and unusual sight of lights from the accident ahead, and you're already growing a bulge of dread in the bottom of your stomach when you draw closer to it.

Please don't let it be that Uber car.

"That looks serious."

The car finally reaches the point of the accident, and your heart drops when you can recognise the car plate number. The hood of the Uber had been smashed up from the side and the windows were all nearly shattered.

The Uber was empty.

"Oh my God."

"What is it?"

"That's the Uber that Heeseung and Jay were in."

“I’m here for Jay Park Jong Seong and Lee Heeseung, they were admitted earlier tonight from an accident.”

“What is your relationship to the patients?”

“Friends. I’m friends with both of them.”

“Let me give their parents a call and see if Mr Park’s willing to take visitors right now, alright?”

“What?” The question comes out like a light breath, instead of an actual question. “Jay? What about Heeseung?”

“Mr Lee was in the passenger’s seat of the vehicle involved in the accident. His injuries were more severe and he’s still in the ER.”

The sensation of your heart dropping into your stomach, then further down into the depths of Hell beneath your feet halts your breath in your throat.

The rain outside feels like Heaven’s tears - but they weren’t for you, no.

The chills run across the surface of your skin like a ghastly burst of wind.

It’s the distant echo of his laughter, the sight of his smile imprinted in your head and the scent of his hair while it bristles in the wind that’s cemented deep in your memory.

Born in the depths of despair, the tears start to bubble in the back of your throat. Nothing can be heard besides the muffled voice of the hospital administrator at the counter, talking to a distant Mr. Park.

The sunlight is warm on your skin, like the memory of summer washing through you. The waves. The sound of water against sand as the wind rushes through your hair.

Cotton-candy sweetness stains the tip of your tongue as if you were actually biting into one, the distant memory of a shared kiss that wasn't really distant in the first place.

Your own breath is beginning to echo inside your skull, and you can almost count down the seconds before your lower lids give way.

“...y/n... y/n!”

The lids on your eyes don’t even feel like yours anymore, when you blink and turn to the source of the voice.

“Sunghoon-”

“Come on, Mr. Park got me to come down to get you.”

Sunghoon bites on his bottom lip, gently holding out his arm and grabbing your shoulder. The warmth from his palm is absent.

The ride in the lift is eerily quiet, the silence merely interrupted when the lift doors ding open and you see only one pair of parents - probably Jay's - and Jake sitting opposite them.

"y/n," He calls out to you first, coming to his feet as he runs his hand through his messy hair.

"Jake- I-"

"No, it's okay, it's okay. Jay's fine-"

"And Heeseung?"

His lips are parted to find an explanation, but he can't.

"He's still in there," Gently holding an arm out for you to take, he pulls you into a soft hug, keeping his palms flat on your back as your swallow the urgent need to sob. "He'll get through it. I promise."

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 11

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Heeseung can't get Treasure - I LOVE YOU out of his head

"y/n! I think Jay's here!"

"Yeah, just give me a sec!" You grab your iPad and the rough drafts with all the notes scribbled over them. holding them to your chest, you carry them out of your room as your father heads for the door.

"Good morning, uncle!" Jay bows and smiles, eyes crinkling into darkened crescents as he pulls off his shoes.

"Good morning, I made some toast but she couldn't finish them so if you haven't had breakfast," Your father turns sideways, letting him into the apartment while you lay your study materials on the table. "How's Heeseung and your friends holding up? All of your lessons converted online?"

"Yeah, but I heard some profs still want the students to submit physical papers or have face-to-face consultations though."

"Ah, yeah-" Your father closes the door when Jay walks into the living room, placing his bag down next to the couch. "Some profs still prefer that because it prevents students from approaching them past office hours. Well, the school's tracking security cameras pretty closely so hopefully we can get this man caught soon."

Jay nods, turning to look at you knelt at the table and laying out the project brief. Half the table was the project brief done with him and the other half with Heeseung.

"Anyway, I gotta head back to school for my own consultations with my students. I haven't gotten any alerts since the big hoo-ha at the library so it seems like he's dialled down. Order takeaway for lunch and drop me a text when you leave here, okay?"

"Okay," And with that, your father pats Jay on his shoulder, grabbing his briefcase and pulling the door open.

"Bye!" He calls out over his shoulder when he slips on his shoes, and watches you and Jay wave to him before he releases the door. Footsteps echoing down the hall, you're left with Jay, who groans as he sits on the floor next to you.

"You two seem a little happier now," He grins and pulls out his laptop, flipping up the screen and pressing the on button.

"Yeah, I mean- I kinda pussed out last week in the library, right? I'm just happy he let you come over to work on the project with me."

"And Heeseung?"

You look up from your sheets and iPad and frown at him. "What about him?"

His eyes drift off yours and he turns to face the lit-up laptop screen. "Don't you have Heeseung have a project too? Is he coming over later or tomorrow or something?"

The weight in his voice is apparent, as much as he tried to suppress it. You look away and back at your work, ignoring the load in his words to prevent an awkward atmosphere.

"I'm meeting him in school to work on the project before a consultation, actually. My dad knows and he's alright as long as I'm not alone."

Jay hums quietly, eyes stubbornly stuck to the screen.

Even the effort to ignore the insinuation in his voice wasn't able to salvage the situation, so Jay decides to pick up a new conversation and starts by talking about the assignment brief.

But working with Jay does guarantee productivity though because you could tell he's scared of the awkward atmosphere, now that it was with you and that there were other factors in play.

He was scrolling through the app for takeaways when your phone rings, and you pick it up without thinking twice.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Are you at home?"

"Yeah."

"Great, I have news, and I mean news."

"What about?" Glancing up from your hands and at Jay, he smiles when he hears the enthusiasm in Byeol's voice. It's muffled, but her shrills are loud enough for him to hear, just barely.

"So, turns out that Seon Young slept with Changhyun-"

"Isn't Changhyun dating someone else-"

"Yeah! He is- Well, was-"

You look up again at Jay, who's mouthing 'speaker' - so you do.

"Changhyun's not dating that girl anymore. Apparently, they broke up a few days ago but we don't think she knows it's because he slept with Seon Young."

"Why Seon Young though? Isn't she kinda busy? Does she have the time to get railed like that?" Jay watches you suck your lips between your teeth, trying to hide the evil smile that's threatening to surface.

"How the Hell should I know? But anyway, they aren't even dating right now so I don't know why he thought it's a good idea to throw away his girlfriend for someone else he doesn't even love."

"Uh huh," You smile to yourself, eyeing Jay who's listening with great intent. Then you slide the phone over to Jay, gesturing him to introduce himself.

His eyes widen in silence as Byeol continues babbling about how shit of a guy Changhyun is, and you inch it towards him once more.

Jay quietly takes the phone and brings it up to his mouth, eyes darting to you when he parts his lips. "Hi there."

Byeol goes quiet, but the line's still connected.

"Um," He hesitates for a moment. "This is Jay, hi there."

"Oh...! Jay...!" Byeol's laughter is nervous on the other end of the line, and it tickles you. "Hi! Um- y/n's told me about you...!"

"And she's told me about you too. I hope you're doing okay!"

"Ah- yes, yes! Um, is y/n there? I'd- you know-"

"I'm here," You giggle, reaching over and grabbing your phone. Thumb turning off the speaker mode, you press it to your ear and stand, smiling at Jay.

"Am I off speaker?"

You walk into your room and sit by the edge of the bed. "Uhhuh."

"Okay, firstly: FUCK YOU."

Heeseung can see the stress lines that were boring into your forehead with every word the professor was saying. He has just skimmed through the first draft you and Heeseung had done up - a documentary outline.

So when the professor nods awkwardly, signalling the end of the consultation, Heeseung had to tap on your shoulder to peel your attention away from the iPad in your hands.

"I doubt you'd need to worry too much, y/n," The professor stands, automatically heading to his door and pulling it open. "The outline was great, just some tweaks here and there and I'm sure you'll have it down. You can come in next week for another consultation for proof-checking and submit it within the same week."

"We'll email you if we need another consultation," Heeseung bows to him, in his peripheral vision, making sure that you were packing and following suit.

"I'll look forward to your work, you guys," He waves to the both of you as you walk past Heeseung and bow to the prof.

Heeseung follows you out of the office and trails behind you when the prof's door shuts behind him, your head hung low as you still focus your attention on the iPad.

"Hey, wait up," He calls out and picks up his pace, aligning himself with you before you reach the glass door exit of the staff room. "You alright? The prof just gave us some suggestions and he didn't say anything that was majorly wrong with it."

"I know," You look up at Heeseung, pressing the button to unlock the glass door. "But sometimes a lack of suggestions could also mean that it wasn't solidified enough for him to criticise."

A frown creases the skin on his forehead as he pushes the door open, letting you walk out in front of him. "Don't you think you're being too hard on yourself?"

"I have a larger gap to cover my ass since I fucked up the first test," You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of rain that was coming to pour. "You don't."

He bites down on his bottom lip, trailing behind her and rubbing the tip of his nose as he thinks.

"That was kind of personal."

"But it's true."

He pauses.

"Didn't have to make it sound like my fault."

"I didn't say it was," You stop in your footsteps on the way out of the faculty, turning to look at him.

"You hinted it. It sounds like you're mad that you scored badly for the first test."

"I am mad, what's wrong with that?"

You can see the muscle in the back of his jaw protrude out, just enough for you to notice, and he looks away to rub his eye.

"Look, I don't know what I should do or say to tell you that you're being extra hard on yourself, and I know you being a scholar has obviously some effect on you wanting to maintain this perfect streak but you're not gonna get anything done properly if you're being such an asshole with the shit you're saying."

You squint your eyes, your throat going dry and your stomach lurching in your gut.

"Excuse me?"

Heeseung blinks and looks away, unable to meet you in the eye as he swings his bag before his stomach and unzips the outermost pocket. He slides his fingers in and pulls out a slip of a ticket, holding it out to you.

"Come if you want and don't if you can't."

And with that, he leaves it in your fingers even before you could actually pinch the small sheet of paper, and he turns to walk away without you.

Something in your chest shrivels. Your eyes travel downwards from his upset back and into the piece in your hand.

It's a ticket to his dance performance in Week 13.

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 7

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @youshineshine @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan @youreverydayzebra @fayqj @witheeseung @haechanhues @w-o-o-y-a-a @miingxuxi [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

OC received a song share from Byeol (aka dumbass): Troublemaker - Olly Murs ft. Flo Rida

"A who? Threw a what? At who?"

"Yeap," Jay hurls himself into Sunghoon's bed, deliberately rolling around and heating up the cool surface.

"HEY!"

"What?" Heeseung frowns, watching Sunghoon bicker with Jay and struggle to yank him off his bed. "Someone threw a brick? At-"

He stops himself, just as your name land on the tip of his tongue like a parrot.

"At... your marketing girlfriend?"

"Oh, that!" Jake's eyes widen and aggressively waves his hands. "I heard about it from someone just a few days ago! Someone threw a brick off the edge of the bridge in the main hub, right?"

"Bridge? What- How? Why? Do we know who it is?" Heeseung pulls his phone out to google it.

"Get off my bed-!" Sunghoon literally yanks on Jay's ankles and twists him off the mattress, Jake hurriedly stepping back to avoid the body slamming onto his toes. The heavy thud brings careless giggles across the room, aside from Sunghoon, who was busy patting away the creases on his bedsheet.

"I don't wanna be that person but this is obviously the bus psycho, right?" Heeseung looks up from the uni gossip page, scrolling through the reports of multiple students talking about the accident.

"So you think he went from disabling buses to throwing bricks at people?" Jay grimaces, still using his legs to pester Sunghoon.

"Will you cut it out-"

"I mean- you wanna believe there's more than one psycho on campus?"

"Ow!"

Jake shakes his head. "Probably not- Will the two of you stop it before someone breaks an ankle?"

Sunghoon shoves Jay's leg off him, using the mattress to pull himself up from the floor. He sticks his tongue out at Jay as he stands, patting down on his clothes before crawling into bed.

"ANYWAY," Heeseung's eyes widen and his voice louder. "Please be careful. I don't want anybody landing up in the hospital before the sem ends."

"Oh, I'll be far more than careful," Jay smirks, standing up and looking down at Sunghoon, snuggled up in his bed. "I have my damsel in distress to protect."

The boy on the bed groans loudly, pulling the blanket over his head while rolling his eyes. Jake glances down at Heeseung, doe eyes wide at Jay's reference.

"Don't you only see her like... once a week?" Jake leans his rear against his own table, for Heeseung had already made himself comfortable in Jake's seat. This was Jake and Sunghoon's room anyway.

"And I'll make that twice," Jay lifts a finger. "Then thrice and then-" He snaps his fingers. "Then before we know it, I'll have her all to mys-"

"You do remember she's an exchange student, right?" Sunghoon's muffled voice echoes from under his blanket.

Jay clears his throat, blinking away Sunghoon's reminder. "As I was saying... I'll have her all t-"

"10 bucks Jay's gonna cry when the sem ends!"

"20."

"50."

Jay's lower jaw goes slack, and he drags out one of Sunghoon's pillows to hit him with.

"You guys can't bet if y'all are on the same side!"

"This is not 'Music at the Court of Louix XIV'."

"It is the link we were given."

Heeseung stares at you, then at the television screen, dumbfounded. The King Who Invented Ballet: Louis XIV and the Noble Art of Dance (BBC Documentary) was playing.

"I did not sign up for this."

"Technically-"

"No," He hurls his varsity jacket across the table and at you. "Don't even start."

A giggle escapes your throat as you catch it, rolling it and holding it in your hands.

"I thought you'd be more inclined to favour this. It's ballet!"

"Does it look like I do ballet?" Heeseung side-eyes you, resting his cheek in his palm as he sinks lower and lower towards the table surface. "No offence. I just- I could be watching half of Endgame with how long this is."

You turn and look at the video projected on the screen. After making sure your dad was too busy with work, you had managed to stay your way throughout school and hijack a tutorial room with Heeseung.

"I think I'd rather listen to that 3 hour Louis XIV compilation we saw just now," He groans, sprawling his torso and arms across the table when he lies down.

"We can do that after the documentary."

"I want to go back to my room after the documentary."

"Hey, it was your idea to meet up and watch this together. I would've been perfectly fine watching this at home on my own."

Heeseung sits up, glaring at you.

"Do you hate me or something?"

As you laugh and turn to him, the whites in his eyes shimmer at you even in the dark. Your laptop was plugged up to the television screen and the lights were shut off, making the ambience resemble something of a theatre (of course, with low-quality chairs).

"Maybe I do," With a hint of mischief in your voice, you side-eye him. "You wouldn't know anyway, right?"

Squinting, he scoffs and shakes his head. "Kid."

But as much as Heeseung complained about not wanting to watch the documentary, you found yourself in awe at how many tissues he was pulling out from his own bag.

About midway through the documentary, Heeseung began tearing at Louis XIV's traumatic life events, then he really sobbed and nearly choked on his own phlegm when the ballet performances came up.

It kind of makes you want to laugh.

By the time the documentary's ended, your cheeks were sore from smiling at how distraught he was - in which he obviously wasn't aware that you had spent half the duration watching him bawl his eyes out.

So you finally get up when the video ends, moving over to your laptop and minimising the Youtube screen as you look up, smirking at his puffed face.

"What?" His voice cracks, and it forces your lips in between your teeth to hide your chuckle.

"Nothing!" You pull the HDMI plug out from your laptop.

"Ugh," He groans, wiping the last bit of his mucus away. "Anyway, thanks for watching the documentary with me. I would've fallen asleep."

You raise a skeptical brow. "I highly doubt you'd sleep through whatever made you cry."

"Give me a break, I have feelings too. Don't you cry at some stuff too?" Heeseung sits up in his chair as you carry your laptop back to your bag and slide it in. "Well, other than your dad dragging you across the country."

A bemused scoff thrums through you. "You're daring now," You zip up your bag. "Of course I do. I just- don't do it in front of people."

Heeseung gets up from his seat and picks up his bag, walking over towards you as you push the lecture table back down. "But didn't I see you cry already?"

Your hands abruptly halt as you drop the table, and you can see his shadow towering over yours.

Fuck.

"So what?" Sucking in a deep breath, you swing your bag around and adjust the straps. "Not like you haven't seen a girl cry before."

Heeseung's looking down at you when you turn around, his black jacket snug around his shoulders and his hair tousled from the day.

"But I don't think I'd care to see other girls cry."

The blue projector screen in the back is glaringly distracting - but apart from that, you knew that you were just too afraid to look at him in the eye as the words sunk in.

Did he just-

"Anyway!" He inhales such a loud, deep breath, his chest puffs out as he steps towards the stairs, not really bothering to wait for you to catch up. "Come on, it's late. I'll walk you home."

Rushing after him with small steps, you catch up to him just as he gets the lecture theatre door open. He holds it out for you and gestures for you to exit first.

"Thanks but- it's still early and I'll be fine-"

"I didn't ask," Heeseung steps out and straight under the light bulb in the hallway. The harsh lighting casts sharp shadows around his eyes where his fringe was partially covering them and the curve of his nose was made even more obvious over his lips due to the contrast.

"I don't need a bodyguard, Heeseung-"

"Reserve your stubbornness for your dad, would you?" Quietly advising, Heeseung lowers himself and levels eyes with you. "Like I said: I didn't ask."

Then he resumes an upright position, the veins on his hands popping out from gripping onto his bag straps. A tiny smile surfaces on his lips when he notices the lack of response - he's won.

"Come on, slowpoke," He turns on his heels and brushes past you. "Or else you're paying for pizza next week at the beach!"

The evening wind was cold for a reason, roads still pretty bustling with cars and you'd assume people going home after a day's work. You had just barely stepped out of the school compound when Heeseung stopped and pulled off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

You thought to retort and stop him before he picks up his bag, but you know you'd just lose.

Or were you just pining for yourself?

"I assume your dad doesn't know you're not home yet?"

"He's busy with the tests and project's marking," The scent wafting off his jacket around your shoulders smell like cotton candy.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly would happen if he knew you were out till late?"

"Not sure," You shrug and look up at him. Now under the dim lighting from the streetside lamps, his features are more of a blur under his hair, and yet you could somehow see that twinkle in his eyes between the strands of his fringe.

You look back down at your feet, unable to maintain eye contact.

"Probably get grounded and he'd force me to wait for him in school until he's done or something."

Heeseung hums with disappointment, dropping his hands to his sides and wiping his hands into his pants. "Sounds rough."

"Eh, well... what's new?"

Then his knuckle brushes against yours, the warmth from his skin igniting little sparks up your hand and your arm.

Your heart beats a little harder, a little faster, against your consent.

When you reach the gate to your apartment, it's the security guard that greets you first and waves to both you and Heeseung. Turning around to bid Heeseung goodbye, the childish feeling of reluctance starts to eat at your stance.

You're waving but your feet aren't moving.

Heeseung smiles, stepping forward and gently pulling his jacket off your shoulders in order to keep your hair in place.

"Thanks for watching the documentary with me."

"Of course," It takes the small distance between the two of you to finally push you back, for the lack of space was driving you up a mental wall. "I'll... I'll see you next week."

"Mhm," He nods, carefully raising his hand.

He hesitates, then dips his finger into your hair to pull out a tiny thread of cotton left from his jacket.

"Alright, now go," Stepping back, his hands come up to his bag straps. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

With an almost unnoticeable smile on his lips, he turns first and walks off, not bothering to wait for you to get through the gates before he's about 10 metres down the pathway.

Little did you know that he turned once he heard the gate click shut, just to make sure you were safe.

Point-blank staring at your iPad screen, all you're thinking about was the previous night.

How much Heeseung teased you about your father, though knowing never to cross a line you didn't even need to draw for him.

The brushing hands - God, that was annoying. How the butterflies surged in your gut and yet you had to gulp it all back down before you blurted out something that could possibly ruin your life forever.

You know, maybe - just maybe - in some alternate universe, you would've made a decision long ago.

Between Jay and Heeseung.

You'd be able to choose within a second, not bothering about the other one. Maybe even elope and never needing to go back to your dad ever again.

Well, if it was Jay, that might be a little harder since he's your father's favourite pet.

Ha.

And before you could even think up the next line of your mental monologue, two hands come around your face and cover your eyes.

"What the-"

"Quick! Pink or green?"

"Jay, what in the world-"

"Pink or green?"

"Blue, can you get your hands off my face-"

"Green it is!"

He pulls his hands off and you were, for some reason, expecting a pot of gold to be on the table before you.

"What, where's my dragon egg?"

"What? No!" He sneers nodding to your feet with a wide smile.

There was a paper bag with a Starbucks tumbler in it, and pulling it out now, you see that your name had been specially engraved into its side in gold against a green background.

"Wait, what would've happened if I asked for pink?"

Jay sits, the pride spewing out from every hole in his face. "I knew you weren't gonna choose pink."

"You thought wrong," Mischievously holding the tumbler out to him, you pout and wince a little too pretentiously. "I want a pink one."

"Fuck off," Jay chortles, gently pushing your hand away as he gets his laptop out.

"Thank you," Admiring the tumbler, you can see your reflection off the clean-cut plastic. "You really didn't have to."

"It's all g," He grins at you, eyes twinkling. "You can pay for all the meals and merchandise we're gonna get at Disneyland next week."

"Of course," You carefully slide the tumbler back into the bag and place it down on the floor. "You could get like five Mickey headbands if you want and I promise I wouldn't judge you nor say a word about it."

"You can just get two and keep one for yourself," Jay keys in his password. "Anyway, are you alright? Since the brick thing last week."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I wasn't hurt so."

"Well, I know you weren't hurt but- y'know. Trauma is a thing."

"We're not strangers," Coyly raising a brow, you snicker at him.

Jay raises both brows in bold admiration, knowing that you were talking about your father.

It's when class starts that you realise you were slowly drifting off to pay your attention to the tumbler in the paper bag by your feet.

You don't remember the last time anybody had given your gifts the way Jay does almost every week.

First, a tour around school and tickets to a museum. Then, what? Cookies? Now a tumbler and next week, Disneyland?

The gnawing anxiety begins boiling in your gut.

Jay is interested and I'm just pretending to ignore it.

"What do you mean 'you don't know what to do'? You already said yes to Disneyland, haven't you?"

"I did, but- you know, with the tumbler-"

"Well, now, it wasn't just the tumbler right?"

Placing the phone on loudspeaker, you go round the room in a bid to pack up your belongings a little bit.

"You're supposed to be helping me, man," You take a seat at your desk and turn on your laptop.

"And I'm trying by telling you that Jay does like you. You're the one who's in a mess and struggling to make a decision thanks to a certain Lee Heeseung."

"Oh my God," Exasperatedly leaning back in your seat, you watch the loading sign go in circles on the screen. "I just- is it my fault that I'm not into Jay?"

"Well, yes and no," Byeol pauses. "But I do think you should take Disneyland as an opportunity to tell him that you're not interested in him, and if he doesn't get the hint nor does he know how to read between the lines then- you know."

"Okay, and what if he doesn't?"

"How the hell should I know?" She snorts. "You're the one stuck in a K-drama, not me. Jay's essentially the second lead who saves the girl from impending doom and yet doesn't get the girl."

"Must you put it that way?"

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You sigh heavily, watching your Spotify roll up.

"I just... So I do tell Jay that I'm not interested and that I'm into someone else, then what do I do with Heeseung?"

"Huh? What do you mean- what?? Are you stupid?" The disbelief in Byeol's voice was becoming alarmingly abusive. "You have half a semester left there. Not only do you want to break Jay's heart, you want to break your own? So say Heeseung does reciprocate, in which I have no clue if it's just all in your head or it is true, what are you gonna do? Get into a 7-week relationship with him before your dad ships you back here?"

"'Course not."

"Oh good, your brain's working!"

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it, you know."

"Me? A bitch? You're the one who can't make up your mind!"

"I'm just asking for opinions."

"At the cost of what? The feelings of three people?"

You purse your lips and fall into silence.

"You've been asking for my opinion for nearly a month now and you can't make up your own fucking mind. I know I don't have a place in saying what you should or shouldn't do because you know them better than I do but do you really want to break a couple of hearts before coming back? What does that make you?"

A pause. You can't answer - because you already know what she's going to say.

"Good. You know you're a bitch if you do that."

The line cackles a tad bit, and now you're staring at your own reflection in the blacked-out screen.

"If you like Heeseung and you're obviously hoping he won't break your heart, then put yourself in Jay's shoes for a tad bit, would you? If anything, he'd be the one to understand how you feel, then what? Are you gonna run to him when Heeseung rejects you?"

Another pause.

It's all kind of just- coming to you at once. You don't really have the mental capacity to process this - her words and her tone.

"You want my opinion? Tell Jay to give it up and don't confess to Heeseung. Protect yourself for the next half of the sem."

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 6

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake] Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay Genres: Fluff | Slice of Life | Comedy | Angst | Teenage Romance | Thriller Warnings: just some swearing Word Count: 3.6k Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.” [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!] Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan @youreverydayzebra @fayqj @witheeseung @haechanhues @w-o-o-y-a-a @miingxuxi @youshineshine

Jay is thinking to: TXT ft. Seori - 0X1 = Lovesong (I know I love you)

"Ramen, right?"

"For the love of God-"

"Okay, so don't get it if you don't want to," Jake snarls at Sunghoon, giving him a playful (but tough) whack on his arm.

"Ow."

"Get me one bowl of ramen!" Heeseung instructs the younger, grabbing a seat for himself as Jay finds a seat opposite him.

Jake turns away from Sunghoon. "Jay?"

"Nope, count me out," He finishes typing a message and sends it out before looking at Sunghoon. "You're getting chicken wings right?"

"Mhm. I'll get you a plate. Do you want mushroom soup to go with that?"

"Ooh, yes, please" Jay grins. Nodding, Sunghoon turns on his heels, trailing after Jake who's headed for the ramen stall.

The Sunday-night coffee shop was still somewhat occupied - though most of the patrons were students from the same university. Half the stores wouldn't close before 3am since business was great past 12am.

Jay adjusts his cap in the reflection of his locked phone screen, as Heeseung glances through the school's portal for any missed announcements.

Hi music-enthusiasts!

I've done finished marking your tests earlier this week and I'll be handing them back to you tomorrow for checking before I log in your marks.

The mean score is a whopping 30/40, the median is 27/40 and the scores range from about 15 to 38!

I'd like to congratulate students Joo In Jung for scoring 38 and both Lee Heeseung and Kim Go Won for scoring 37. Good effort!

I'll see all of you same time, same place tomorrow morning.

Cheers!

Heeseung begins chewing on his bottom lip, fingers reaching his upper lip to pick at the chapped skin.

Shit.

He sniffles, casually locking his phone and adjusts his beanie over his head as Jay yawns, resting his left cheek in his left palm with his elbow perched atop the table surface.

"Why'd you come for supper when you're already tired?"

"I was hungry and craving for chicken," Jay replies, eyes still closed under his cap. "I also got sick of staring at my project file."

Heeseung smirks. "Didn't you just start that practical?"

"Yeah, I did," The younger groans, pressing his fingerpads over his eyelids. "But it's kind of hard to stare at that when I have a date the week after."

"With that girl from marketing?"

"Yeah."

"Ah," Heeseung leans his cheek into his closed fist. "Where are you guys going again?"

"Disneyland."

Heeseung's eyes flicker and with his brows raised, he fails to stop the bemused squeak that escapes between his teeth.

"What?" Jay frowns, finally opening his eyes but yawning again.

"Nothing!' Heeseung swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, thoughtlessly dragging his finger over the edge of his phone to distract himself.

Distract himself from the fact that he was bringing you to Disneyland.

"You should do that too, you know. Ask that girl you like out."

Heeseung smacks his lips, erasing his smile at Jay's horrendous suggestion. "Unlike you, I don't have the means to get Disneyland tickets."

"So don't go to Disneyland. Bring her to the beach or something."

"I don't know if she likes the sand and water."

"Have you tried?"

"No."

"Then?"

He squints at his roommate, satisfied that he's cornered Heeseung.

"All I'm saying is that there's nothing to worry about. If she's not interested, she won't agree. If she is, she'll go, and you can decide how much you want to invest in her when she does."

"How much to invest in who when who does?" Sunghoon chimes in, a tray in his hands with two plates of chicken wings and a bowl of mushroom soup. Jake comes by behind him with two bowls of ramen.

"I was just telling Heeseung to ask the girl he likes out."

"Oh!" Sunghoon's lips are stretched out so wide by the sarcastic smile on his face, Heeseung nearly grimaces in disgust. But the fear of catching Jay's attention far exceeds his need to express his contempt. "Were you?"

Jake sits, handing Heeseung a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. The awkward noises of plastic as the cutlery and utensils ship around the table picks up a certain tension, and Heeseung remains quiet, rubbing his lips together between his teeth.

Jay's cheeks are puffed out, his mind too occupied with his food to process the silence.

"Well, are you?" The aggression in Sunghoon tears through Heeseung, who cannot respond and instead stares at him with wide eyes. The whites around his pupils glisten in a silent plea.

"What could go wrong?" Jay stabs a piece of chicken, using the knife to slice the flesh away from its bone. Heeseung's eyes shake in their own sockets at the would-otherwise-be-normal-gesture.

That's gonna be me when Jay finds out.

"Everything," Sunghoon takes a seat diagonally across Heeseung, butting in and glaring at Heeseung. "Let Heeseung do what he wants to do."

"If we let him do that then he's not gonna make a move, right?" With a mischievous smirk, Jay glances up at Heeseung before returning his tunnel vision to his chicken.

The panic surges through Heeseung for a bit, then he blurts out a resounding "right".

Jake's eyes widen, though they were merely focused on shaking the strands of ramen apart. His eyes dart up from the bowl of noodles and at Sunghoon opposite him - now filled with frustration as he openly flits his attention between Jay and Heeseung.

His lips part to berate either one of them, but Jake quickly propels his leg out and jabs Sunghoon in the shin.

"Ow!"

"Did he kick you?" Jay snorts, already cleaning the first drumstick.

"No," Sneering at Jake, Sunghoon drives his fork through a chicken wing. "Bug bite."

"Anyway!" Jay shakes it off, oblivious to the tension. "So, ask her out to the beach. Do up a picnic or something."

Heeseung side-eyes Sunghoon, and he's got that 'I'm gonna kill you if you say yes' banner plastered to his forehead.

"And then if it doesn't work out, y'know," Jay shrugs. "You didn't offend anybody."

Sunghoon's eyes now read 'I'll fucking murder you in your sleep if you agree'.

"I agree with Jay."

Pure shock and agitation rush across Sunghoon's face when the boy opposite him decides to involve himself. Jay's too focused on his food, so he doesn't notice the sharp frown and look of scorn on Sunghoon's brows.

Sunghoon's brows twitch. 'What the Hell are you doing?'

"Well," Jake carefully begins, smart enough to keep his legs under the seat. "I think Heeseung could ask her out and then it depends on whether she says yes or no. It is up to her, right?"

Jake innocently blinks at Sunghoon.

'Jay's pride would be hurt if Heeseung gave up on a girl for him'.

Sunghoon's eyes flutter shut, lips pursed into a thin, white line.

"Exactly. There's nothing on the line. Maybe your pride, but you'd feel worse if you didn't try, right?" Jay waves his spoon in the air before dipping it into his soup. "Trust me. Spoken from personal experience."

Sunghoon lets out a wry chuckle, shaking his head to himself and earning a look of confusion from Jay. But he chooses to brush it off, and they fall to a comfortable silence once more.

Hi music-enthusiasts!

I've done finished marking your tests earlier this week and I'll be handing them back to you tomorrow for checking before I log in your marks.

The mean score is a whopping 30/40, the median is 27/40 and the scores range from about 15 to 38!

I'd like to congratulate students Joo In Jung for scoring 38 and both Lee Heeseung and Kim Go Won for scoring 37. Good effort!

I'll see all of you same time, same place tomorrow morning.

Cheers!

"Any plans for recess week? I was thinking we can do dinner on maybe Wednesday and Friday."

"That's fine," You lock your phone and feel the competitive spirit inside you die a little. "I'm going out on Tuesday."

"Oh?" Your father turns to you, peeling his eyes off the road just for a second. The wipers squeak a little as it swishes the raindrops off the glass. "Where to?"

"Disneyland."

The car slows to a stop when it reaches the junction right outside of school.

"Disneyland? Did you pay for the ticket on your own? It's expensive, isn't it? With who?"

You turn your head, anticipating his reaction as you answer his every question with a lack of respect. "Yes, no because it's free, and with Jay."

"Jay??" He frowns, trying his best to blink away his surprise but to no avail. "Jay asked you out to Disneyland?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No, I just- I'm- Well," He coughs and clears his throat, glancing at the roads outside. "I guess I just didn't expect it."

"Well, you did send him my way at the start of the semester."

"I did."

The traffic light turns green, and he releases the brakes. The pride tastes sweet in the back of your throat as you turn back out the window, satisfied that he's shut up about anything he has to say.

If anything, your meeting with Jay was his fault.

The vehicle slows down to a halt once more as he drives up to the drop-off point nearest to your MH lecture, and the dark, grey cloud hanging above you was threatening to rain again. Dewy rain scents waft through your nose when you push the door open, and he calls out to you just before you slam it shut.

"Are you dating Jay?"

"What?" Your fingers clench around the door handle. "No."

"You don't have to hide it if you are, you know-"

"I'm not dating Jay. Can I please just go now-"

"It's completely fine if you are. I just don't want you to get hurt because you're only gonna be here for another-"

"Well, gee! I wonder why this was a problem in the first place-"

"y/n-"

"y/n!"

The higher-pitched voice rings out from behind you, and your face falls in slight distraught when you find Heeseung jogging up to par.

"Hi, uncle!"

"Ah," Your father's eyes widen, obviously more surprised now that he's seeing another boy standing next to you.

A slight wince crushes your brows, knowing that he's gonna think too much about this - He hasn't seen you with a boy in... forever because of how long he's spent away from you.

With a wide smile, your father greets Heeseung. "You are y/n's music history classmate, I assume?"

"That's right!" Heeseung beams, smiling widely at him. You take a step back, biting on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from hurling from this sight. Heeseung's literally nearly bent 90 degrees just to meet your father's eyes under the roof of the car.

"Alright, well- I won't be in your way anymore!" A car behind honks.

"Drive safe, uncle!" Heeseung bows, shifting and subconsciously repelling you away from the door so he can close it. "Bye!"

And before your father can give one more wave, Heeseung slams the door shut. Both panic and confusion surge your lungs, but you cannot help but try to hide the smile threatening to surface on your lips. Your father still makes the effort to lean forward and wave to you as he drives out, smile still plastered his face when he waves to Heeseung.

Once out of sight, Heeseung turns to you, lids hooded and lips pursed with his fingers wrapped around his bag strap. "Really? Along the drop-off point?"

Sneering through a pout, you take off first. "It's not my fault he brought up 'dating' and how I'll be hurt when the sem ends."

"Okay, but along the drop-off point?" Taking larger steps, he catches up within a few seconds. The query brings your feet to an abrupt stop, turning to glare at him.

"Whose side are you on?"

"There are sides now?" He raises a brow, cocking his head to the side.

"Ugh, forget it. I don't need to get into a fight with you before I get my test paper back."

Heeseung watches your sullen back trudge off in the direction of the lecture theatre. He could guess that you've already seen the announcement, and he was just lucky you haven't run a pen through an eyeball.

He owes this score to you.

Later in class, the grimace that Heeseung carries on his face as he turns away from you when his name is called out is stubborn.

"Just so you know, I don't really care that you scored higher than me," Keeping your eyes glued to your notes, you're already highlighting this week's content. "You worked hard for it and I was in a mess when I took the test so..."

"I... Still feel bad."

You look up, eyes trailing his fingers as they scratch the back of his head.

"Don't be. It's your hard work versus my shitty timing."

"Can Heeseung come down and get your paper?"

He glances at you, catching your gaze as he stands. "Do you want me to get yours for you? I can ask the prof."

"Sure," Nodding, you offer him a tired smile. "Thanks."

Heeseung hops down the stairs two steps at a time, reaching the front within seconds. The professor leans towards him, and they both simultaneously turn to you when Heeseung points at you with his thumb over his shoulder.

The professor flips through the stack of sheets in his hand, pulling out one more that was near the middle. When Heeseung returns with your test rolled up in his hand, his Bambi eyes are wide, like he was about to impart some life-changing information to you.

"What? How badly did I fail?"

Heeseung's raises his brows, biting a tiny smile away. "You didn't fail."

A frown creases your forehead. "Give me that."

Heeseung holds it out, just for you to snatch it out of his grip.

23/40

"So confident that you'd fail, huh?" He teases, easily stepping over the row of seats in front of you and dumping himself into his own.

"I left half the paper empty," You hastily flip through the sheets, some corners getting crumpled in the process.

"Subtle flex but alright."

Relief washes over you when you mentally recount the tallied score - you're just happy you passed.

Sighing through your mouth, you turn to Heeseung by instinct, wanting to express your gratitude and happiness that you had passed (though it wasn't really to his credit).

But he's already looking at you, eyes halved into crescents and mirroring the smile on your lips.

By the end of the lesson, everything feels like it's gone back to normal.

Heeseung was drifting in and out of dreamland, and you were struggling to maintain a consistent pace of jabbing him with your pen. You were positive the professor was pretty confused that Heeseung had topped the test.

It was fun to watch him jerk awake when the professor drops a book though, the loud thud echoing through the lecture hall as he calls the time.

"Good morning," You side-eye him, grabbing your things and slotting them back into your bag.

"Uh," He groans, stretching his neck for it was dangling in a precarious angle the entire time he passed out. "Did he-"

"Nope. He told us to watch the documentary before next week if we can."

"Oh," He smacks his lips, finally gaining enough composure to think. "That's gonna be boring."

"At least you don't have to study the transcript or a textbook."

Heeseung stretches as you push the lecture table away, already getting to your feet.

"Hey, um-" He calls out, grabbing his laptop and sliding it into his bag. "I wanted to ask- um... do you... wanna hang out during recess week?"

The question requests you more brainpower to process this information.

"What?"

"Uh-" His jaw goes slack and he blinks the eye contact away. "Nevermind."

"No! No," And then for some reason, you find it reasonable to reach out and grab his wrist as he stands.

But now that he's standing, his height reminds you of the stunt he pulled last week with you under the rain. After the test you fucked up.

"Um," Hastily removing your hand, you shove them into your jacket pockets. "I mean- yeah, sure. But I'm not available on Tuesday. And Wednesday and Friday."

"Oh!" His eyes light up with mischief when he hears your active schedule. "Busy."

"Dad duties."

"Right," Heeseung nods, gesturing you to head out the row and walk down the steps. "Anyway, I was thinking beach. In the evening. We could grab a pizza and some cake and have a picnic if you want."

"Huh," You wave to the professor, and Heeseung mirrors you while walking behind you. "I didn't take you for the romantic kind."

Your palm presses flat into the door as you attempt to get it open, but Heeseung uses his fist to push the door further out so that you didn't have to.

His arm's right next to your head, and it takes you a couple of seconds to realise why he hasn't responded to you.

'Romantic kind'???????

A wince crunches your face, but you're grateful he can't see it.

"You think that's romantic?" He laughs, levelling up with your footing after you've exited the lecture theatre. "I guess you haven't really gone on a real date before then."

"What?" Turning to him now, you're starting to question your hearing.

"What?" He looks down at you, blinking his confusion all across his face.

No, don't make it weird, don't make it weird, don't make it weird. He didn't mean it that way.

"No, nothing," You lick your lips and sigh, breaking your attention from him. "I just- I've had my fair share of dates, okay?"

"Oh, really?" Heeseung teases. "Do tell."

Jay pays for both cups of banana smoothies, casually handing one to you even though you've already said you were fine without it.

The students by the study area were busy talking and chatting and the entire main hub was bustling with activities whilst the university's 'TEABREAK' fair was going on.

Jay told you that it was just a way for the university to convince the students they should be happy about the one week break that's called recess week.

But as he talks to you about Pohang, your heart slowly begins to open.

It feels like he wants to know everything about you.

Every few seconds, you're reminded that you didn't pay a single cent for the drink you're holding. Every look you provide him, he's smiling at you like an idiot waiting to fall in love, and it's becoming more of a problem than you've predicted.

Yet, cemented deep down in your gut, you remember Heeseung.

"Does Byeol go to the same uni as you?"

"Nope, didn't want to."

You walk down the stairs and into a more secluded part of the campus, down an open hallway with more levels and bridges above your heads.

"'Didn't want to'?" Jay frowns, skilfully tossing his empty cup into a nearby bin over your head. "She's as smart as you and chose not to go?"

"She's-"

"Hey! Watch out!"

Suddenly, a force yanks on your bag backwards and sideways. Jay wraps his arm around your bag, fingers wrapping around your upper arm as he pulls you aside.

"Hey, you! Stop!"

Naturally, your fists clench and you awkwardly hold your cup close to your chest. Your eyes widen in heart-stopping surprise when a brick lands on the ground right where you were standing.

"Yo! Are you okay?!" Someone perks his head over the side of the level above you. "Someone dumped the fucking brick over the side! Fucking crazy son of a bitch-"

You don't realise you're panting until the rigidity of his arm around your shoulders remain still. Turning to Jay, his eyes quickly dart all around you in a bid to check if you're okay, then without letting go, he looks up.

"She's okay! Did you see his face?!"

"No!" He pokes his head out again. "We're calling campus security right now, so if you'd like to stay to give a statement or something!"

"Do you want to stay?" Jay turns to you, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, but his eyes are still alert with concern. The warmth from his grip on your arm refuses to stop eating at your composure.

It's the brick. It's the brick. It's the brick.

"y/n? Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Feeling your brows fly higher on your forehead, you blink profusely at him, at a loss of vocabulary.

He sighs, then it's almost like a realisation hits him - he purses his lips into a thin, tight line. With a hint of hesitation, he reaches up and pushes a lock of fringe out of your face, the physical contact sending your stomach into a flurry of emotions before you can even process them.

"Do you want to stay and talk to campus security? We can just go if you don't want to. There are other witnesses anyway," Gently releasing you, your shaken spirit slowly seeps back into reality.

"Um, no," You shake your head, eyes unable to find a spot to anchor your attention on. "I'm fine. Thanks."

Jay offers you a tiny smile, calmly reaching up and stroking the crown of your head. "Of course. Anything for you."

He takes a few seconds to tear his attention away from you, before turning and glancing up at a now-gathered commotion where the brick was hurled over the side, and he gestures to the student who called campus security.

"Come on," He nods you away from the brick. "I'll walk you home."

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #heeseung scenarios #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #jay scenarios #jay imagines #jay x reader #let's try this again lol

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Not For Sale: Week 2

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [and other members]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.6k + 1 SM Screenshot

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @haechanhues @sunqnyu @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added to the taglist!]

Heeseung is popping to: Lovers In The Night - Seori

“There’s absolutely no reason for us to have woken up this early for breakfast,” Sunghoon presses a finger into his temple, eyes on the verge of shutting again.

“I’m sorry I suggested it,” Heeseung yawns, watching Jay and Jake bring over the tray of croissants and morning tea or coffee from the Starbucks counter. “Remind me never to do this again.”

“Even if you do, I’m not gonna drag myself out of bed for you anymore,” Jake shakes his head and readjusts his cap after combing through his hair. The morning sniffles emitting from the lot of them would’ve been really funny if Heeseung didn’t actually have a three-hour music history lecture to go for after this.

“Anyway, how’s music history? Like, actually. I might wanna do that mod next sem,” Sunghoon starts picking at the little tub of butter.

“Boring. I slept through the first lecture last week,” Heeseung gestures for the sugar pack, which gets passed over by Jay.

“First lectures are always boring anyway. Maybe it’ll pick up from like, week 3. When’s your first test or practical?” Jake shoves the croissant between his teeth.

“First test is in week 5 or 6, second after recess week and practicum lasts the last 3 weeks of the sem.”

“Oooh,” Jay’s coo sounds so lifeless, Jake and Sunghoon snicker. “Someone memorised the syllabus.”

“No, look, I sat alone in the LT ‘cause I didn’t want anybody to bother me in my first lecture and yet the prof sent someone to come sit with me, but she was nice enough to tell me what I slept through. And so, when I got back to my room, I read the first chapter of my lecture notes and half of it was the syllabus.”

Jake’s lips curl upwards, eyes flickering with amusement. “That was a very long explanation for something that wasn’t all that serious.”

“Man’s nervous about something,” Jay squints and leans back in his seat as he chews on a bite of his donut.

“Please don’t tell me it’s the girl-” Sunghoon groans.

“I’m betting it’s the girl,” Jake sucks his lips between his lips in a bid to hide his grin.

“Not everything has to be about a girl, y’know,” Heeseung rolls his eyes. “If you want to tease someone about a girl, you can tease Jay.”

“Excuse me, sir,” Jay’s eyes double in size and his reaction stirs gentle chuckles from the other two. Heeseung breaks his seriousness and giggles, glancing over to Jay who’s finally leaned forward, knocking his knuckles on the table. “At least I’ve got the guts to admit that I’m interested.”

“Ooooooooooooh,” Jake nearly wheezes, and Sunghoon chokes on his bagel, lips curled up into a childish grin.

“At least maintain a proper conversation with her. What’s the worst that could happen?” Jay pouts and shrugs.

“Um, a lot?” Heeseung frowns and sips on his share of tea. “No,” He shakes his head and rejects the idea all too completely. “No, no. I’m not investing in someone on the second week of school. I have better things to do.”

Sunghoon takes another bite of his bagel, but his eyes are glaring at the eldest with questioning eyes. Heeseung misses the sneaky glances exchanged by the three younger ones.

“Anyway, anybody going to sign up for the Back To School welfare pack later? I heard that they were giving out tickets for the national museum,” Jake’s enthusiasm entices Jay.

“Really? Sounds like fun,” Jay’s eyes light up. “But if any of us get the tickets, we have no obligation to bring each other.”

“Wow,” Sunghoon exhales. “Hoes before bros, huh?”

Heeseung sucks his lips between his teeth as Jay glares at the other two, busy snickering away.

By the look of things, Heeseung’s convinced himself that he might very well be stuck with you for the rest of the semester, though. Because he walks into the LT, much earlier than expected, and you’re already there, in the exact same seat, and the only soul in the room.

The earpiece is shoved deep into your ear canals and you can’t help but to stare at the schedule for the music history practicum.

Week 1: Syllabus

Week 2: Ancient Music in Greek and the Bible

Week 3: The Medieval, Renaissance and the Western

Week 4: Classical and Popular

Week 5: Test 1 [20%]

Week 6: Music in Culture and Identity

Week 7: Documentary - Music at the Court of Louis XIV

RECESS WEEK

Week 9: Test 2 (Weeks 1-9) [20%]

Week 10: Q&A and Final Clarifications

Week 11-13: Prepare a 15-minute presentation [40%] in any form of media - interview, performance, documentary, drama style - to share your reflections, takeaways and content learnt from the course. Your grades will be released in Week 14. Curriculum slots in weeks 11, 12 and 13 are to be used to work on your project.

5% Attendance

15% Forum Discussions/Participation in Quizzes

“Regretting it yet?” You barely hear through the music that’s playing in your earpiece. Instinctively, you remove them, attention landing on Heeseung. He was standing with his feet spaced 1 step apart on the stairs, torso facing you.

“Not really,” You remove the notes from your lecture table and lift your legs to let him shift inwards. “Kind of expected it. Didn’t you?”

He shuffles as he sits, keeping the space between the two of you. “I am expecting a not-too-good grade at the end of the semester for this module. Test 1 is going to kill me.”

You laugh through your nostrils. “You’ll have Test 2 to redeem yourself.”

“Then the next problem would be the presentation,” He strains, reaching into his bag and pulling out his laptop. He didn’t bother printing the lecture notes.

“I think it’s the easiest thing on this list though,” Your eyes scan the schedule again. “Music is subjective and so, all you have to do is find someone who’s willing to read off a script or talk about music like it means everything to them, and there you’ll have it. There’s no reason for the prof to mark us down or anything because interpretation of music is different.”

There’s a gentle crack in your neck when you turn your head, and Heeseung’s just staring again, like he did the previous week. But he manages to laugh it off and break off the eye contact first when his fingers fly across the board as he keys in his password.

“I guess scholars really are different.”

“Please,” The title throws you off your good-vibes and you’re pretty sure the weight is obvious in your little plea. “Don’t even start.”

“Sorry,” Heeseung shakes his head and pushes the screen down without sleeping it. “I just... thought it would be a good joke, but you don’t seem to enjoy being a... well, that kind of student.”

“It’s just prestige and pressure in one word. Other than that...” Shaking your head mindlessly, your eyes naturally drift to the lecture notes again. It feels weird to have your mind off it for a moment in class, it kind of angers you that it does.

“Do people treat you differently when they find out? Like, ask you for help or make use of you and stuff? ‘Cause my dumbass probably would probably be used and not even know it.”

A subtle smile draws across your lips. “Sometimes. Well, back in at home, not so much, ‘cause everyone’s like that, y’know? Competitive; all for themselves. I have close friends but you can tell they draw a line between friendship and help so... and then when I’m not in it, people just assume that being a scholar is all I care about, which I don’t.”

“Of course you don’t. It sounds so hard, I don’t think anybody would be able to understand the kind of stress you go through just to hold that title.”

“Yeah, well... I didn’t really have a choice about being a scholar. I come from a long line of professors and... like, smart people. Plus, I’m the only child,” You turn and squint at him sympathetically. “There goes my childhood, right?”

Heeseung provides you one of those smiles that you know he would’ve rather not shown - it’s one of the kinds that would probably make you think he was faking it if you thought about it anymore.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I know like half the people in this class and they honestly couldn’t care less,” Heeseung’s smile widens and his eyes are now all sparkly from his attempt to comfort you. “Plus, they might be too scared of you to ask for help, so I doubt you have much to worry about.”

“Was that why they were all paparazzi-ng you yesterday? You don’t happen to be some kind of school superstar, are you?”

“Nah,” Heeseung sneers it off, gaze darting away because if he stared at you any longer, you’d be able to crack the code anyway. “I just... know alot of people.”

“That’s what all the popular people say.”

He flashes the set of pearly whites hidden under his lips and his face is gleaming at it. He has a cute nose. “Suit yourself,” He says, with his eyes set on his laptop screen. “Popular doesn’t mean anything, so even if you consider me popular, I wouldn’t care too much.”

“I guess I’ll let time tell. Whether you’re actually popular or not,” Turning back to your notes, you side-eye him. It’s a pretty sight, to watch him dabble his attention between you and his laptop.

The adrenaline from the conversation keeps you going though (which was actually kind of surprising considering how much you really didn’t want to give a fuck about Heeseung).

“The final presentation,” You look to him, whose eyes are plastered on his YouTube home page.

“What about it?”

“Pairs. Are you interested?”

His eyes dart to you. “Interested as in, to pair up for the project?”

A slightly dumbfounded frown clouds your forehead as you cough out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, what else?”

“I don’t know,” He complains dramatically. “You asked it so weirdly. Normal people just ask ‘do you want to do the final presentation together?’ Who even says ‘interested’?”

“The offer goes in five, four-”

“Ah, okay, okay!” He lifts his index finger and points at you. “You’re now responsible for my final grade.”

“Deal. If you don’t get anything above a B+, I’ll... treat you to a nice meal.”

“Aw, really?”

“Yeah, in Pohang.”

Heeseung sucks in a sharp breath and shakes his head. The lingering gaze he has on you feels light on your skin, and frankly, it’s starting to worry how much you’ve memorised his features in the last 10 minutes.

Luckily for you, the professor strolls into class, alongside a bunch of other students whom you assume took a campus bus.

Bursting with glee and elation, Heeseung spends the rest of the lecture flitting in and out of focus. Unable to perceive and process the entire conversation that had happened before class started, he realises that this difficulty only exists for its sole purpose of proving his friends right.

It is a girl, on a time-bomb. He’s got one semester to make it worthwhile, and even that’s somewhat of a far stretch to be thinking about. Silently thanking the Gods that he didn’t have to initiate anything for himself, he kind of wishes he had more guts - like Jay - to take the lead in something.

The puzzle in his head is more than difficult to solve, and by puzzle, he means puzzle to erase all the worry and panic if he were to ask you for a casual lunch after class.

Heeseung thanks the lady at the counter, two bowls of ramen sitting in the tray he was carrying. Hurriedly typing in your reply to Jay, you hit send before Heeseung reaches the table and places the tray down.

“Oh, shit,” The scent of the broth makes you hungrier than you already were. “That looks sick.”

“Bold of you to assume it’s not,” Heeseung grins widely. “It’s the only ramen place I’ll patronise if I can’t cook my own, or if my friend doesn’t. He makes a mean instant ramen. With spam.”

Removing the bowls from the tray, you leave one on his side and pull the other towards yourself, immediately snapping apart the chopsticks and shaking the strands of noodle apart. “I’ll be very disappointed if this sucks.”

“If it sucks, you don’t have to pay me back for this meal,” He sucks his lips between his teeth and breaks the chopsticks slowly, simply waiting for you to take your first bite.

The warmth of the broth overwhelms your taste buds, and surprisingly, reminds you of your mother’s cooking. You lift your brows in pleasant surprise, nodding with a slightly pouted bottom lip, “I guess I’ll owe you a bowl of noodles.”

The boy gleefully chuckles, pride welling his lungs as he dives straight into the meal.

“Are you staying on campus? Which dorm are you staying at?”

“Nope,” A spoonful of ramen gets shoved into your mouth. “I stay in an apartment right outside of school. Dad didn’t think the dorm environment isn’t conducive.”

Heeseung provides a juvenile chuckle. “The whole point of staying in the dorms is to enjoy uni life and the freedom away from parents.”

You raise both your brows in resignation. “That’s exactly why I wasn’t allowed to stay in the dorms. He didn’t want me distracted.”

“An apartment, you say? You don’t... live with your dad?”

You shake your head. “He lives in the city.”

Heeseung halts his movements, leaning back in his seat and tilting his head like a curious puppy. “Then you’d still have complete freedom of going wherever you want to, no? You could stay over in someone’s dorm room or bring someone back to your apartment and your dad won’t know.”

“That only works if he doesn’t give me a surprise visit.”

“Won’t he drop you a text if he’s coming over?”

“Nope. He comes over as and when he likes and so when I’m not home past a certain designated time, he’ll call me.”

Heeseung tuts his lips and returns to his food. “Your dad sounds tough to get along with.”

“Only with me. He’s great with his students.”

He halts for a split second, then continues. “‘Students’? He’s a teacher?”

“Yeah, he teaches here for a living. Fun, right?”

There’s a strange weight that’s landed on his heart, when the information clicks together.

“He’s a professor here?”

“Mhm.”

“What does he teach?”

“Business Economics.”

Suddenly, his appetite is no more, and he wonders why. The grave realisation stikes multiple chords in his brain and in his chest, his heart has both stopped and begun to palpitate.

This is the girl that Jay is interested in.

He clears his throat, refusing to look at you. “So, he stays here, and...”

“And I stay with my mom on the other side of the country. What a blast, right?”

“Are they-”

“Nope. They aren’t divorced nor separated. He’s just loves his work so much that he forgets he has a family in another city.”

Your grip around the chopsticks tighten with every word, and you pick up some strands to put into your spoon in a bid to hide your growing anger. The appetite in your gut is slowly fading away, all because the conversation somehow steered into the territories regarding your father.

The awkward tension in the air stubbornly refuses to dissipate, and you fall into silence, even with Heeseung across the table, quietly slurping on his lunch.

Ding

The chopsticks clack against the plastic of your bowl as you place them down, fingers flying to pick up your phone.

“You’re smiling a little too widely,” Heeseung’s voice breaks your trance and your eyes dart up from the screen to see him eyeing you cheekily as he shoves a spoonful into his mouth.

Locking your phone, you place it facing down. “Do you have a problem?” A grin stretches across your face, the alien butterflies gently fluttering about in your stomach.

“Defensive,” Heeseung chuckles under his breath, not realising he was giving himself pity laughter. “Who is it?”

“Someone my dad sent to babysit my ass this sem. I take marketing with him this semester and apparently he just won a couple of museum tickets.”

A sting bolts through his lungs and he’s kind of starting to worry about his reactions. They were unwarranted, unreasonable and completely baseless.

“Ah, the national museum tickets? It’s the Back To School welfare pack lucky draw then.”

“I never really liked lucky draws - Luck kinda sucks for me.”

Heeseung glances at her through his lashes. She’s not even looking at him and it seems like her anger from before has completely vanished.

If luck kinda sucks for you then fate must hate me.

Heeseung bids you goodbye after lunch, leaving you at the café to wait.

“I’m gonna hold the music history pairing thing on you,” He turns, cautiously stepping backwards as he smiles.

“Yeah, yeah. You worry too much,” Rolling your earbuds between your fingers, you sit and pull out your notes. “Bye.”

He salutes you with his index and middle finger plastered together, whirling around on his heels and strolling out of sight.

The yellow highlighter lines the bullet points on the page as you read the words. In your head, you start to recall Heeseung’s words before class, when he made his grades your responsibility.

You can’t stop the gentle smile that draws across your face as you continue reading, but that focus doesn’t stay for long.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Jay’s voice could barely be overheard through the earpiece stuck in your ears. Immediately pulling them out, you roll the earpiece cable first and stuff them into your pocket.

“Had lunch?” He raises a brow, picking up your phone as you pack your belongings.

“Yeah. Ramen, the one in the South Wing.”

He rolls up the camera app and starts posing in the selfie camera. “Oh, my roommate’s absolutely nuts for that ramen.”

“What are you doing with my phone?” You stand, pulling your bag straps over your arms. Jay starts to take a few steps away from you, thumb spamming the ‘Take Picture’ button faster.

“Why in the world do I look better on your phone than I do on my own?”

“Oi!”

He snickers evilly, picking up his pace as he runs off in the direction he came from.

“Jay!”

Heeseung remains a safe distance from the café you said you were meeting your ‘marketing classmate’ at, hands in his pockets and his heart making a fool out of himself for him. Students strolled past one by one, some in groups and some in couples and he hates it that he didn’t need to worry about running into Jay - He knew Jay’s timetable by heart and he’d be coming from the opposite direction instead.

He questions his motifs when his adrenaline surges after Jay turns around the corner. There’s an innocent smile plastered to Jay’s face and his eyes are nothing but for you. Heeseung wouldn’t consider this stalking, but watching his roommate and you like that was definitely creepy by some standard.

Jay’s dressed up, in a different set of clothings he had eaten breakfast in. If it hadn’t been you, Heeseung would’ve already rushed forward, spitting nonsense about him and at the same time, advertising him like a product. He wouldn’t hesitate one bit just to help Jay get a shot at the girl he was interested in, even if it meant embarrassing himself.

But the frustration sinks in when he realises why he can’t bring himself to do just that. Jay picks up your phone as you pack up your notes on the table, and he opens your camera app, already starting to leave his selfies in your phone gallery as if the phone was his.

The two of you bicker as you get up and run after Jay, trying to reach for your phone. Next to Jay, you seem smaller, less intimidating. Jay isn’t afraid of you like Heeseung is intimidated by you, and that on it’s own is a thought to be reckoned with.

“Heeseung!”

He whips around, already recognising the source. “Aye, what are you doing here? Where’s Sunghoon? Didn’t you have class with him?”

Jake’s fingers are wrapped around the bag straps around his shoulders. “Oh, he had to go meet his friends from skating after lunch. I’m going to collect my welfare pack, have you collected yours?”

“Nope. On my way,” Heeseung wraps an arm around Jake and begins to walk.

“Have you seen the chat group? Jay won the damn lucky draw!”

“Did he?” Heeseung raises a brow. “He’s obviously not bringing any of us.”

Laughing in agreement, Jake nods.

The duo reach the welfare pack collection point, and Jake goes forward to claim both packs while the older waits in the corner.

He opens his Instagram casually, tapping through stories that he honestly couldn’t care less about - until he sees Jay’s.

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 4

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [and other members]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing, inappropriate jokes LOL

Word Count: 2.5k + 19 SM screenshots

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @haechanhues @sunqnyu @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan @youreverydayzebra @fayqj [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

A/N: this chapter has quite a few screenshot images so try not to click on them to view as there are still blocks of texts in between!

OC is memorising her notes to: Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No. 1

The morning dew hangs in the air like a reluctant stench - you know, the kind where it smells like a mixture of plants and coffee and vehicle exhaust. A stifled yawn still manages to creak through your lips as you hop onto the bus, taking a seat in the row before the back 5-seater. By dumping yourself in it with the home-made tea in your hand, you resign to the week’s regiment once more.

The bus turns around the corner, giving you the perfect opportunity of watching students run across the road like traffic wasn’t a thing and a car couldn’t run over them at any given time. It stops at one of the dorm bus stops, and the doors hiss open.

The vehicle subtly jerks as more students hop onboard, and your attention is cemented so solidly to the outside world that it takes more than a few calls to get your attention - a tap on your shoulder.

Pulling one side of your earpiece out, you silently greet Heeseung, who was with two other boys, one around his height and the other slightly shorter. They shift backwards and sit directly behind you, Heeseung conveniently taking a seat next to you.

Great, now I gotta-

“Do you guys take MH (music history) together?” The shorter boy rests his chin on the back rest of the bus seat and looks down at you.

“Yeah, we do.”

“I’m gonna bet Heeseung’s already fallen asleep.”

You glance at the boy, then back at Heeseung, who tuts his lips and tries to smack his friend over the head.

“Yeah, he has. Knocked out like a light in the first lecture,” The smile that stretches across your face is motivated by the snickers and smirks on his friends’.

“Anyway, I’m Jake,” He lifts an arm over the seat, awkwardly offering you his palm. “This guy’s Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon nods and provides you a little wave.

Politely taking Jake’s hand, you give it a bare shake.

“How’s MH? We’re planning on taking it next semester, actually. But Heeseung over here doesn’t seem like the best person to ask about a curriculum.”

“He probably isn’t,” Playful, beady eyes search his for a moment. “MH is fun if you’re really interested, I suppose. But the first test will probably determine how strict the marking scheme is. We don’t know the format or the rubrics.”

“Oh...” The disappointment in his voice is heavy as he subtly reels backwards. “Damn, I don’t wanna mess up my freshman report card though,” Jake’s laughter ensues and it’s a combination of warmth and embarrassment.

“It’ll be messed up this sem if you don’t buck up for PA,” Sunghoon leans back in his seat and pulls out his phone. The module abbreviation doesn’t ring a bell, and your eyes naturally dart back and forth between the three boys.

“Oh, Physio and Anatomy!” Jake informs enthusiastically.

“Oh! That sounds pretty cool. Is it a main module for your course or...?”

“It’s a main module. We’re all Sports Science students so we have to take it.”

“What?” Your attention zooms back onto Heeseung. “You’re a Sports Science student?”

His brows furrow in natural disappointment, eyes dulling and lips pulling up into a sneer. “Why is that surprising? What do you think I studied, then?”

“I don’t know, you just don’t seem like the kind.”

“Sports Science has a ‘kind’ now, huh?”

“I was just saying it was unexpected,” Shrug it off. He rolls his eyes and you turn to Jake, who was chuckling from behind. “Is it fun? Physio and Anatomy?”

“No, it sucks, what the Hell,” Aggressively shaking his head, Jake flares his nostrils and looks away. Then he turns and violently ruffles Heeseung’s hair. “This man was supposed to help us since he took it in his freshman year but now that he’s a second year, he doesn’t give a shit.”

“What?” Heeseung jerks at your surprise, turning to you like you just said something unformidable. His fingers reach up into his hair in attempt to comb it down after Jake’s interception.

“What?” Jake’s eyes flit between you and Heeseung. “You didn’t know Heeseung is a second year?”

“No!” The exclamation runs your throat dry. “I thought you were a freshman!”

“Aye, she just said I look younger than I really am-”

“Oh, stop-” Sunghoon finally butts in, reaching over and tousling Heeseung’s partially combed-down hair, receiving a slap on his hand. The younger giggles as he pulls back, but the whites on Heeseung’s eyes are glaring with annoyance.

“Oh, dang. Well, I guess now you know,” Jake nods with some measurement of surprise as the bus approaches another stop. “Oh, this is us! And... it’s raining.”

“What? It’s raining? Shit,” Sunghoon leans over Jake and stares out the window, completely ignoring his personal space. “I freakin’ told you the weather forecast said it’ll rain.”

“The weather forecast isn’t even accurate half the time!” Jake pushes Sunghoon off the outer seat, and he scoots over to stand on the isle. The bus kind of screeches to a stop, nearly throwing Sunghoon off balance as he tries to stand before the vehicle actually comes to rest.

“Anyways, it was nice to meet you...?” Raising a brow, both Jake and Sunghoon give you your attention but Heeseung’s soul has half dissipated into the depths of Monday Blues.

“y/n!”

“It was nice to meet you, y/n!” Jake follows closely behind Sunghoon, who’s already waved. “Don’t forget about dinner later, Heeseung!”

“We’re getting ramen!” Heeseung yells ignorantly down the isle, earning looks of discontent from other passengers - but he doesn’t care.

“OOOH YAY!” Jake screams back, already at the bottom of the stairs.

“NO, WE’RE NOT.”

The door hisses shut, and the bus overtakes where Sunghoon and Jake have walked to the road junction. Heeseung leans forward in his seat, enough for them to see him through the glass as they shelter their eyes from the rain and wave you off.

When he leans back in his seat, your eyes gravitate towards the wet trails down the window, where the raindrops have gotten bigger and heavier.

“Have you started studying for the test next week?”

“Of course,” It takes some slight effort to peel your attention away from nature’s drawing on the glass. “Haven’t you? It’s 3 weeks of heavy content.”

“I only redid my notes for Ancient Music.”

A disgusted sneer tuts your lips. “Ancient Music is nothing compared to last week’s.”

“I’ll worry about last week’s content this week.”

“Then worry about this week’s 12 hours before the test?”

Heeseung’s grins a Cheshire smile, eyes beaming as if the test wasn’t a 20% chunk of his final grade. He offers a shrug, with one of those stupid arrogant-frat boy smiles. “What can I say? That’s how second-years roll.”

“You’re gonna regret it.”

“Well, I’m not gonna regret much because we have that deal, remember?”

Your pupils shrink into the corner where Heeseung is in your peripheral view, and he’s got that sneaky-slash-pursed smirk dancing on his lips like he’s got you in a checkmate - which he has.

“Did you just proclaim me as your tutor without me proclaiming anything?”

“Yup!” He sucks in a breath and holds it as the bus stops and he stands. “You agreed last week. Anyway, we’re here. Let’s go.”

Tailing after him, you follow him down the bus, head tilting downwards to avoid the slightly-heavy rain. Pausing beneath the shelter of the bus stop, students have stopped and started taking out their umbrellas or jackets or simply dashing across the road into the building.

The last car in sight moves off, and the students around you dip their heads to hide under their hands and jackets. Your right foot is just about to leave the curb, but a harsh grip abruptly stops you from moving forward, yanking on your left arm and pulling you back onto the curb.

Looking at him with a frown, your lips part to berate him as the last student leaves the shelter. “What? Don’t you run in the rain?”

“'Course I do,” He mumbles, eyes not even bothering to look at you as he swings his bag around to the front. Through a barely-sized hole, he pulls out a varsity jacket. “I just can’t afford to have my tutor catching a cold a week before a 20% test so, no. You’re not allowed to run in the rain.”

Fluffing it open, you now see his last name and varsity number printed in red on black. The university’s logo was printed on the left breast, and right below the crest was the word ‘dance’.

Looking back up at him with widened eyes, he throws it over your head, pulling the collar a few inches over your forehead.

“What- Hey!” Your sentence is cut short in the form of him sprinting off without warning, hands holding onto his bag straps tightly, attention on his feet as he makes it across the road and into the building.

Dropping your head and making sure there were no incoming traffic, you step off the curb and speed-walk across the asphalt, holding the jacket above your head.

“You never told me you were in the school team,” Pulling the jacket off your head, you fluff the droplets off. The beep that sounded from the lift panel turns the button red, and Heeseung turns on his heels to look at you.

“Why would I? It’s not an important detail.”

“It would explain why a bunch of people were trying to take pictures of you during the first lecture,” You hold out the jacket back to him. “You’re some kind of superstar and my dumbass doesn’t know.”

“Think whatever you want to think but it’s not that serious.” He chuckles, shaking his head and glancing at his jacket.

The lift doors open with a ding and Heeseung doesn’t wait for you to respond. leaving his jacket with you before walking in.

“Are you coming or nah? ‘Cause I’ll just-” And he jams his finger onto the close button, the doors beginning to slide shut.

“Heeseung!”

“Dude, at least try.” Now seated next to you and within range, you nudge Heeseung’s arm. Startled, he immediately locks his phone like he were guilty of something, and he shoves it away into his pocket. Squinting at him and shaking your head, you turn back to your notes.

“It’s like you don’t have a test next week,” Highlight. “And I’m responsible for your final grade? Pfft. Y’know, having a tutor doesn’t mean whack unless the student bothers to keep up.”

When the silence in your ears sound more like the lecture hall’s wheezing air-conditioner, you turn and side-eye him.

“Are you done?” He cocks a brow, smug.

“No,” You turn back to your notes. “But I’m gonna stop because it’s not gonna change the fact that I’m your tutor.”

“Hey, it takes alot of faith to put so much trust in a tutor, okay?” Heeseung leans forward, resting his cheek into one of his fists. “So, when do we start?”

“Not today or tomorrow. I have a creative writing assignment due this Wednesday.”

“I almost forgot you have other modules.”

“I’m doing four this sem, so my life isn’t just about MH.”

“What’s your creative writing assignment about?”

“A letter to the universe.”

Heeseung pauses, and you glance at him for a split moment before resuming your focus on your notes.

“That’s your assignment?”

“Yeah. Why?”

He subtly shrugs, lips pouting in thought. “Sounds pretty cool.”

“It is.”

Silence.

“So... I guess I’ll see you Wednesday? After your creative writing class, I assume? I have Biomechanics in the early afternoon so maybe we could go get dinner then we can study in the night.”

“I can’t do night times. I usually get back home by 8 or 9.”

Heeseung falters again. “Right, I forgot you don’t stay on campus.”

The disappointment slurs through your lungs when you can hear his voice get lower; softer. Quick. Offer another solution.

“I’ll make an exception. For your dumbass.”

“Aw, really?” His voice is loaded with mischief.

“Shut up, you’re paying for dinner.”

“Only if I get to choose!”

Problem? Yeah sure, ‘problem’.

The jacket that Heeseung had lent you to shelter you from the rain earlier this week was now snug around his shoulders. He’s got his forehead plastered to the smartboard, smartpen in his fingers as he’s struggling to memorise the content from the last 3 weeks.

Scratching your head, you’re subconsciously forcing yourself to look away - but you just can’t. Unfortunately for you, there was something alluring about the way he talks, the way he entertains you without even trying, the way he’s just there and you don’t think you’ve bothered so much about someone before.

Then the guilt starts to chip away in your gut. This is unfair, you think. I can’t even tell if I actually like him and yet I’m feeling guilty to Jay? Why do I have to go through this torturous cycle of figuring out if I like someone... on my EXCHANGE SEMESTER?

Heeseung jolts his head off the smartboard, scribbling down whatever just popped into his head.

Medieval: 6th to 14th century

“Medieval lasted from 6th to 15th.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I knew that. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

That was not cute, at all, but why did your heart want to burst?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Leaning back in your seat, you stretch your arms and yawn, pushing yourself off and shaking out your legs in a bid to tear your attention away from him for a moment. It’s overwhelmingly disgusting, to know that the moment you turned away, all you wanted to do was to turn back.

No. Self-Discipline.

“What time is it?” He talks to himself. “Oh, shit- It’s almost 12-”

“Yeah, your two braincells couldn’t get the first 2 chapters down by 10 and that’s why we’re still here, you idiot,” Your fingers press against your temple as you look out the glass doors of the vacant tutorial room.

“Well, hey!” He exclaims, and in the reflection off the glass doors you can see that he’s written a bunch of things on the smartboard. Eagerly picking up his notes, he goes to match them. “I think I got everything up to Week 3!”

“No, you don’t. You didn’t even get the Medieval time period right.”

“I have Classicals left and I’ll be all good to go for next Monday!” He wheezes, clenching his fists and cheering himself on silently. “My brain’s done for the day, let’s go.”

“I think I’ll stay for abit more. I like this momentum,” You turn, having finally calmed your nerves.

“What? No,” Heeseung looks up from shoving his notes into his bag.

“What do you mean ‘no’? You go and I’ll stay - It wasn’t even a question.”

“But... you don’t even live on campus. Public buses at this time are irregular and- no, no,” Then he walks to your corner and starts packing your belongings for you. “I’ll send you back to where you stay.”

“What for?” A frown curtains your brows as you rush over, slapping his hands away from your things but he ignores you instead. “Leave my things alone, I’ll go home later on my own-”

Then he shoves himself between you and the table, cutting your access to your belongings. Suddenly, it’s like his height is in your face, now that you’re not that far from him and neither of you were sitting. The flush starts the stubborn engines of your heart and you flare your nostrils in a bid to inhale deeper breaths.

“I’ll send you home and that... wasn’t a question.”

Something in your cheek twitch, and you stare at him, in self-hatred, as he turns and packs your things for you.

All of a sudden, you kind of wish you weren’t staying just 5 minutes away from school. That would mean more than 5 minutes with him.

The traffic light at the junction turns into the green man and he strides off the curb first, feet light against the asphalt as he stares at the tips of his shoes. Once across the road, he turns, cautiously walking backwards to face you while remaining a safe distance.

“How did your letter to the universe work out?”

You wrote about how unfair life was. How unfair it was for your father to drag you across the country - yes, that’s a grudge you’re never going to let go of. You wrote about having Jay take care of you and be such a great person to be around. You wrote about falling into that gray area where you couldn’t tell if you were in love. Maybe it was infatuation. You wrote about Heeseung’s eyes and how they look like Bambi’s. You wrote about Jay’s laughter echoing through the museum because he couldn’t contain his laughter over a joke he made himself. You wrote about how much you missed home.

You wrote about how much you’d cry and be torn apart when your time here is up.

“Boring.”

Heeseung laughs under his breath. “That’s what you say when you’re expecting an A, right?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Liar,” He turns on his heels again, a keychain on his bag swinging about. Something in your gut sinks when he goes quiet, eyes wandering around the familiar yet alien environment. He’s probably seen these buildings in passing from a bus out of campus or when he goes to supper but he hasn’t deliberately walked along the streets.

“I’m here,” Slowing down outside the security gates of the apartment building, you swing your bag to the front and pull out a keycard from the outer pocket of your bag. “Thanks for... sending me home.”

“And thank you for tutoring me. I don’t think I would’ve gotten to Medieval today if I didn’t study with you.”

“No, you didn’t get to Medieval-” You roll your eyes and sigh.

“I’m gonna go, so... I’ll see you... tomorrow?”

“You want to study MH tomorrow? Again?”

“Why, don’t we have a test on Monday?”

“I need a break.”

“And I need my grades.”

You sneer at him, sucking on your upper row of teeth. “I’ll consider it. But word of advice, start on Classicals if you can’t do Week 3 well.”

“I’ve done Medieval-”

“No, you didn’t,” You turn on your heels and walk towards the gate.

“Medieval lasted from 6th to 14th century!” He whispers loudly, the words coming out more like hisses. The gate beeps as it scans your card and you push yourself through the entrance. A chuckle runs your throat dry in the cool night, and you let the gate close behind you.

The metal bars block some parts of his face, and you hesitate to shift. Just to see him one more time.

But he shifts, and his sparkling eyes finds you in between the metal bars. Even in the dark, you can see the glimmer in his eyes.

“Bye, Heeseung.”

“Bye, y/n,” He pauses, then offers a tiny smile. “Goodnight.”

#multifandomnet #enhypennetwork #heeseung fanfic #jay fanfic #enhypen fanfic #heeseung scenarios #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #jay scenarios #jay imagines #jay x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay

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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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Not For Sale: Week 3

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [and other members]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing, a pinch of inappropriate joke

Word Count: 2.5k + 15 SM Screenshots

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @haechanhues @sunqnyu @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

A/N: this chapter has quite a few screenshot images so try not to click on them as there are still blocks of texts in between!

Jay is dreaming to: Like A Fool - Sam Kim, NIve

“No, come on. You calculated that shit wrong - this obviously falls under the 5% value which means it should be rejected.”

“What? Bullshit.”

“Jay, you did this tutorial before, do you remember the answer?”

Silence.

Heeseung looks up from his notepad and glances at the other table, over the rim of his glasses. If he tried hard enough, Heeseung could hear the song blasting in Jay’s earpieces. He was just mindlessly staring at his week 2 marketing tutorial, with this tiny, stupid, idiotic smile on his lips.

Sunghoon pulls away from the digital whiteboard, placing the marker back into the compartment in the corner of the panel. He slaps a palm against Jay’s shoulder blade, the sharp piak sound almost echoing in the tutorial room.

“Ow!” The victim pouts and yanks out one side of his earpieces aggressively. Heeseung opens his mouth, and curls his lips between his teeth to hide his laughter when Jake jumps as well. “What do you want?”

“This BE (business econs) tutorial question!” Sunghoon waves the tutorial book under Jay’s nose. “I didn’t know your help consisted of you daydreaming.”

Jake scoffs and chuckles annoyingly. “Please, I bet all he can think about is his date last week. Not only that, he gets to see her right the day after for marketing.”

“God damn, you’re right,” Jay leans back in his seat, bringing his palms up to the back of his head. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh why does she have to be an exchange student? Of all people to choose, I chose an exchange student?” He stomps his feet incessantly, vibrating his entire body with frustration.

And why did I choose the same girl as you?

Sunghoon chokes out a dry snicker of a mockery, turning back to the working on the board where Jake’s busy struggling with his calculator. “Maybe because you’re an idiot, ever thought about that?”

“Tsk,” Jay tuts his lips, reaching out and grabbing Sunghoon’s arm that was holding onto the tutorial booklet. “Sunghoooooooooonnnnnnnnnn-”

“Stop it,” He groans, trying to wring his way out of Jay’s clinging. “Get off me, it might work better on her-”

“I don’t see her enough for us to get close too fast...” Jay’s hugging Sunghoon’s arm too tightly now, even pressing his head into his forearm.

“Jesus, he’s whipped and too far gone for hope,” Jake blatantly taps the crown of Jay’s head with the digital marker, subtly shaking his head. “Press F to pay respects, man.”

“F,” Sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“F,” Heeseung grins, twiddling with the pen in his fingers.

“Lee Heeseung, don’t get too far ahead of yourself,” Jay leans forward into his seat, squinting playfully. “I’m pretty sure you’re like, half as screwed as I am with that girl of yours in music history.”

“For the record, at least I’m still sane and I have an adequate duration of attention span... and my ass isn’t daydreaming in week 3.”

Jay’s lips curl downwards, stretching his lips in a bid to mimic Heeseung in a slightly higher pitch. “‘At least I’m still sane and I have an adequate duration of attention span-’ Hey!” Jay winces again, now being hurled at by Heeseung’s rolled up jacket. He releases Sunghoon, allowing him to return to Jake’s working.

“Stop it.”

“Did you talk to her? How did it go?”

“We talked during class but that’s it, what else are you expecting?”

Jay lines his thumb and index finger with his chin and jaw, the Confucius in him readying himself to spit some words of wisdom.

“Maybe-”

“No.”

“Come on!” Jay stands, almost slamming his palms into the desk. The thud combined with the shriek of the seat being pushed back out jolts Jake and Sunghoon out of their mathematical bicker once again. “Nothing can go wrong. So you embarrass yourself or she thinks you’re a creep - move on!”

Jake glances at Jay, then rests his vision on Heeseung. “Y’all really be paying a few thousand dollars per sem just to swoon over girls.”

“You mean Jay’s paying a few thousand dollars per sem just to swoon over one girl, who just happens to be an exchange student.”

Jay turns with the most done facial expression they’ve seen on him, and he rolls up his tutorial booklet before whacking Sunghoon with it.

“Ow- ow- stop it!”

“Full of shit,” You snort while rolling your eyes, locking your phone and placing it facing down onto the table top. The chapter for The Medieval, Renaissance and the Western was as dry as the Sahara Desert and even you were having trouble trying to absorb the information.

Heeseung’s deal flashes across your memory, and it might’ve been a stretch, but you believed him when he said he wasn’t going to score well for Test 1 - he just didn’t seem like the kind to score full marks on something.

Too harsh.

The doorbell rings, and you wait for a moment, hoping that it was just some delivery man sending a bomb to you.

“y/n, I bought some desserts and snacks for you.”

“Ok, thanks. Leave it outside, I’m studying.”

“Spare me 10, would you? It’s week 3, I’m sure your work hasn’t piled up yet. Besides, I wanna know how your tour with Jay went.”

The disappointed scoff sounds more like a choke when it comes from you.

Jay gave me the tour 2 fucking weeks ago.

The door clicks and slides open after you input the password, which your father also has, so kudos to him for giving you the privacy when he should. Now, the logo on the box in the bag he’s holding, you recognise. It’s your favourite brand of artisan cakes and pastries and he knows that he brought it here in a bid to appease you.

“How have your classes been? Music history, marketing, what else?” He places the box on the kitchen counter, eyes automatically scanning the room as if he was expecting it to look like the aftermath of a tornado.

“Communication psychology and creative writing,” Slamming yourself into the couch, you pick up the TV remote and switch it on.

“And how was the tour with Jay? Any funny episodes? I know he takes marketing with you.”

In your peripheral vision, he looks nervous - wiping his palms against his pants and adjusting his T-shirt.

“It was fine. It’s not like there are campus maps at every lift lobby.”

He sighs heavily, lowering his head a tad bit. “I know. I just thought it’d be nice for someone to accompany you while you get accustomed to the environment.”

An awkward silence. The audience laughter from FRIENDS almost echoes through the apartment.

“If there isn’t anything else urgent, then I have work to do. Music history’s a pain in the ass and I have to start working on my first assignment for creative. I’m sure you have prep work for BE too, Jay was telling me it’s alot of project work to sieve through on the prof’s end.”

Your father nods grimly, eyes darting away from the screen like he was ashamed to be paying attention to the series. “Right, right. Okay, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll go. If there’s anything that crops up, you’ll text me, yeah?”

Mindlessly offering him a hum, you nod with your eyes still stuck to the screen. In your peripheral vision, he turns on his heels, obviously very reluctant to leave. But he does anyway, gently closing the door behind him and leaving the box of cake on the counter.

The assorted slices of cake and pastries in the box are glistening under the amber lighting of the kitchen, the fresh scent of sugar, cream and fruit wafting through your nose. Casually picking out the mango cake slice out of the box, you jab your fork into it, the fruity taste melting over your tastebuds.

It’s not as sweet as you remember it.

It was a pleasant surprise to stroll into class, knowing that you were early, and seeing Heeseung diligently staring at his notes. Even dragging his highlighter across the ivory sheets.

Your fingers tighten around the paper bag with the pastry inside, for some strange reason, nervous.

I’ll just kill myself if he rejects it. What if he has some stupid gluten allergy and gets a seizure? I don’t know the the ingredients in this stupid thing, why would I even give a shit when I can just shove my face in it?

“Morning,” He greets without looking at you. “I beat you today.”

You shut your eyes and shake your head for a second. “Didn’t know we were playing at this.”

Heeseung grins, returning to his notes and even clicking a pen. Sliding into your seat (with the seat between the two of you now occupied with his bag), you pull out the lecture table and place the bag on it.

“You don’t... happen to be allergic to anything, are you?”

“Hmm?” Raising both brows, he takes awhile to peel his eyes off his notes. “No, why?”

You flick the paper bag with your middle finger, resting against the seat.

“Free breakfast?” He peers over, using his arms to lift his butt off the seat. Large doe eyes observe you as you pull the box out of the bag, and you open it to reveal the (chosen) pastries and cake in it. “That looks really good.”

“It is. Certified by me. Haven’t tried it before?” Reaching down to the paper bag, you pull out a disposable fork.

Heeseung shakes his head, removing his bag off the seat and shifting over.

“Are you sure you don’t want them for yourself?”

“Please, the ones I like are at home.”

“And for a moment, I was surprised,” He takes the fork from you, staring at you brazenly in your eyes.

The air in your lungs slowly empty themselves from your chest, surprised that neither of you have looked away yet. His bright eyes flicker a moment of curiosity, almost like he was contemplating some kind of risk. Then he blinks and looks at the pastries, twirling the fork between his fingers.

“So, which ones do you hate? I’m probably taking those, right?”

“Take whatever you want. I can live without the ones here,” Leaning back into your seat, you trace your attention to his fork driving into one of the puffs.

“Did you buy these over the weekend?” The cream on the top of the puff he chooses smears slightly across his upper lip as he shoves the entire thing into his mouth. His cheeks fill out like a squirrel, and there’s a inner battle with yourself to hide the grin that’s threatening to reveal itself.

“No, my dad gave them to me.”

Abruptly stopping his chewing, he glares at you, eyes widened so much that you could see the whites around his pupils. “What? If your dad gave them to you then shouldn’t you try to finish them on your own?”

The subtle frown is visible on his forehead, pastry almost spilling out of his mouth while he watches your eyes flatten over the query.

“He gave me a total of 8 puffs and 5 cakes. What do you want me to do? Gain 3kg in a day?”

“You could always...” His eyes sadden, brows relaxing and cheeks sinking. “Space them out...”

“By then, they’ll go bad,” The napkin is fished out of the paper bag when you can’t stand the cream on his upper lip. “You have a little- something over there-”

“Hmm?” He licks the bit of cream, but ends up pushing it onto his philtrum.

“Jesus, you’re like 12,” Reaching out with the napkin in a bid to do him the little favour, he interrupts you by taking the napkin instead.

“Thanks, I got it.”

It would be an utter lie if you said the gesture didn’t hurt you. Mentally ‘LOL-ing’ at yourself, it’s a punch in your gut when you catch yourself feeling offended by something that shouldn’t even bother you.

Falling back into the sofa, you fumble around on the sofa’s cushions to search for the television remote. It would be a total lie if you didn’t admit you were confused, maybe slightly hurt, by Heeseung’s gesture earlier that day. One of the local channels roll up, and the visuals of some familiar sights of the city entices you to hurl the remote aside.

Was he so repelled by you that he couldn’t have you helping him with a tad bit of cream? Was he so easily embarrassed or did he have a secret girlfriend stashed somewhere?

"The campus buses have been in operation for really long, so I guess some of them are prone to breaking down.”

“In the last... 4 weeks? Seoul University has had at least 8 bus breakdowns which is pretty concerning. We’re working with the bus vendor to figure out what’s the root problem. It could be something to do with an outdated or an old engine, but our students can be rest assured that they will remain safe on school grounds.”

Heeseung returns to his room with his earpiece stuck into his ear canals, carrying a box of takeaway food for Jay. The radio was just broadcasting some local news about the school buses. The door clicks open and he finds Jay laying diagonally across the bed, toes wriggling to whatever he’s listening to, eyes reflecting the light off his phone screen.

“Did you wake up in time for your online class?”

“No,” Jay pulls out his earpiece and sits up, beady eyes tracing Heeseung’s movements towards his table. “But I did wake up for the last half hour.”

“Isn’t your lecture 2 hours? You should’ve just slept in.” The elder scoffs, placing his bag down and pulling off his hoodie, leaving Jay’s lunch on his desk.

“There are participation quizzes in the last half hour before it ends and that’s where they mark class part so of the entire 2 hours, that’s actually the only thing I can’t miss.”

“And your brain works right when you wake up?” Heeseung turns, sitting inversely on the chair.

“Ironically, yes,” Jay arches a brow, shifting over to his desk and checking the pack of food. “Also, Sunghoon and Jake were late for physio and anatomy this morning.”

“I woke them up though?”

“Campus bus broke down, apparently.”

“Ah, so that’s what triggered the news,” Heeseung stretches his arms and leans back, hands still gripping onto the back rest. “Local radio was just reporting about the campus bus break downs.”

“Were you late? You left pretty early, right?”

“Mhm. I got there like, half an hour before class.”

Jay gaze fades into a conspiratorial squint, fingers leaving the takeaway food.

“You went for the girl.”

“I did not.”

“Shut up, you totally did.”

“No, I didn’t. I went to read my notes.”

“Liar!” Jay bursts into boisterous giggles, hopping over to him and shaking Heeseung by his shoulders. “My man’s really going for it-”

“I’m- I’m not,” His voice wobbles with the aggressive shaking.

“And- what’s that? Is that...” Jay abruptly stops, and squats to pick Heeseung’s bag up. “What’s this? Powder?”

“Powdered sugar,” He reaches out for his bag, but Jay holds it away.

“What? Why would you have powdered sugar on your bag?” Jay squeaks, turning and squinting at the patch of white. “This sure as Hell better not be c-”

“JAY!”

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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wip first line tag game

tagged by @taeyongandfree

Rules: write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line.

"You're a piece of shit, do you know that?" [9]

eeesh LMAO tagging:

@haechanhues do it when you're back or don't do it if you don't want to! @fleurminho @sweetutopia @sunlightwoo @suzy-rainbow @sankyeom @tinisprout @sainthwngs @starlightjoong @deobis-moon @seasideheeseung @bbangsoonie @ateez-elena

#dana's tag games

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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get to know the blog!

I had to do it on my main because I couldn't copy the entire post rip @banana-binbin why cant i tag u wtf LMAO

Rules: answer questions and tag another blog you would like to get to know better.

Tagging: @seasideheeseung @tinisprout @saltyboyz @haechanhues

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what day is your birthday? April 12

what’s your favorite color? blue or white

what’s your lucky number? 4, 8 and 12 (sometimes 9)

do you have any pets? i used to have a hamster named pepper <3

how tall are you? 163cm/5'4 ish

how many pairs of shoes do you have? too fucking many - i own 2 pairs of converse, 1 vans, 1 adidas, 2 charles and keith, 1 superga, and like 5 shoes that isn't of a specific brand (the kinds you buy at cotton on/general stores)

favourite song? too many

favourite movie? the bucket list, interstellar, marley & me, spirit the stallion of the cimarron

what would your ideal partner be like? no clue but i definitely do lean towards a guy who's not really afraid of putting himself out there, someone passionate and considerate, someone who will stand up for himself, someone who's got situational awareness and has a credible EQ (cause i fucking hate it when a person cant read a room or says things without thinking), someone who's athletic/isnt a caveman LMAO and it'll be nice if he can out-alpha my ass some day because I'm too alpha irl for my own good HA

do you want children? if they are on 4s and covered with fur and cant speak then yes

have you gotten in trouble with the law? no

bath or shower? bath

what color socks are you wearing? I'm not wearing socks LMAO

favourite type of music? no clue, probably jazz or lounge or r&b tbh. the only time i listen to anything more hyped is when I'm dancing

how many pillows do you sleep with? too fucking many HAHAH i have 1 for my head, another rectangular pillow to hug and one big bolster to hug too, i have a tiny baby pillow and like 8 plushies on my bed LMAOOOOOO

what position do you sleep in? usually on one side, outer leg thrown over the pillow and ill hug something to sleep

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? omg honestly anything, because im a light sleeper. someone walking in (even when the door's open), or picking something up, can wake me up

what do you have for breakfast? i didn't have breakfast LMAO

have you ever tried archery? nope

favourite fruit? no clue. probably strawberries or mango or passionfruit esp in drinks

favourite swear word? oh HAHAHAH I'm really inclined to saying 'fuck me' or 'fuck' LMAO i also know a couple of malay/canton/hokkien swear words too

do you have any scars? i have almost-unnoticecable scars on my knees cause i was an active kid and also fell a lot, i have scars on my shins from skating boots being strapped too tight, i have a scar on my lower back because i was playing hide and seek once and rammed my spine into a corner, i have a scar on my second toe on my right foot because my friend was chasing after me with champagne and i tripped on the stairs and tore the skin right off

are you a good liar? depends LMAO

what’s your personality type? INFJ-T

what’s your favorite type of girl? the ones who know how to stand up for themselves BUT aren't a know-it-all

innie or outtie? innie

left or right handed? right

favorite food? idk i eat anything i don't hate LMAO

favourite foreign food? NO CLUE I EAT ANYTHING THAT LOOKS GOOD AND SMELLS GOOD ANDADDF

are you clean or messy? I'm a backhanded neat freak as long as it doesn't bother me

most used phrase? these days it's 'stop bullying me'

how long does it take you to get ready? depends on where I'm going

do you talk to yourself? nope

do you sing to yourself? mhm

are you a good singer? nope

biggest fear? not succeeding in my future career prospects

are you a gossip? depends

do you like long or short hair? both is fine

favourite school subject? literature/writing

introvert or extrovert? introv

what makes you nervous? bullying

who was your first real crush? the kid in my kindergarten LMAO

how fast can you run? p fucking fast actually i clocked in 11 seconds for a 100m shuttle run

what colour is your hair? dark brown

do you like your own name? ehhhhh idk man 'dana' was named after dana scully from the x files and she's beautiful and smart but like ?? and then my Chinese name means sensitivity and fluidity (as in water) but like ????? HAHAHA

what makes you angry? too many things LMAO

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? if i had any, I've always wanted 1 each but i don't want kids so-

what are your strengths? i think i crack people really easily, like people generally open up to me pretty quickly

what are your weaknesses? I'm a bit of a pushover irl, i cant really say no and i take up a job whenever someone needs help

what’s the color of your bedspread? teal with green cacti

what’s the color of your room? white and blue!

#dana's tag games

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