#seatmate drama

[ratatatastic]

selfaware king

[celli-ohs]

and scene!

A seven-part written series taking place at EN High School, featuring Enhypen, with supporting roles from Tomorrow x Together, &Team, BoyNextDoor, Le Sserafim, and Illit. Loosely based off of Enhypen's official series En-Drama.

Author's Note: this is going to be a rollercoaster folks! I wanted to basically make a crack/fluff version of En-Drama. I thought the stereotypes they put the members in were cute and fitting of them, but was like "what if I made them all losers lol" and that's how this series was born! disclaimer, the plots for my works are not the same as En-Drama, this is all just for shits and giggles! btw, everything is connected, so stay tuned for each member! lmk who you're most excited to read!!

Status: ongoing

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I Can't, I Have Rehearsal

socially awkward!park sunghoon x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

What happens when you get seated right next to the most handsome boy in your entire grade? Well you thought it'd be a great excuse to get to know him better, but the guy won't even talk to you! After a mishap in the science lab, you come to find out that Park Sunghoon, the cold-hearted prince of EN High, isn't in fact rude, he's just afraid of women.

Show Must Go On

secret softie!park jongseong x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

When you told the waitress to give your compliments to the chef, you didn't expect the chef to come out and thank you personally, and you really didn't expect the chef to be your classmate Park Jongseong. Realizing how bad this could be, he has you keep it a secret. That shouldn't be too hard for you to do he thinks, but you're full of surprises- and slip ups.

Lights, Curtains, Action!

popular!sim jaeyun x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

You weren't a very sociable person. Sure you had some friends, but you preferred to stay home on your days off. Your family has other plans though, and you're forced to explore the great outdoors during summer break. On your adventure, you never thought you'd find rowdy Sim Jaeyun, otherwise known as Jake, sitting patiently at the docks waiting for a single fish to bite his line. You also never thought he'd reel in your missing shoe before an actual fish.

All the World's a Stage

younger!kim sunoo x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

You've known Kim Sunoo since middle school when your friend Jaeyun introduced him to you as his 'little brother'. He was a sweet and funny boy. But over the summer, something changed with Sunoo and suddenly you feel your heart skipping a beat every time he looks your way. You'd think he's finally grown up and matured, but there he goes again, quoting some random romcom and you're reminded he'll never see you the way you do him. Or does he?

Tough Act to Follow

loser!lee heeseung x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

This had to be a mistake. It couldn't be true, how could you end up being seatmates with the biggest loser in school, Lee Heeseung?! You can feel your social status plummeting with every word he speaks to you. But on a late walk from the convenience store, you witness something that changes your view of Heeseung drastically. And maybe he's right, the Sonic the Hedgehog movie is actually kinda good.

Break a Leg

tease!nishimura riki x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

Nishimura Riki was the bane of your existence. You can't tell where your hatred for him begins and ends. Every day is a constant battle of teasing between the two of you, and you have had it. One day after an accident, Riki shows his true colors and now his insults start to make your heart race, and it's not because you're angry. Surely you've caught something, right?

No Business Like Show Business

student body president!yang jungwon x reader; high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

When you flunked that math test, you didn't think it was that serious- until your teacher assigned you a tutor: Yang Jungwon, student body president. Honestly, you didn't really know the guy, he seemed like the type to be strict and responsible. Except he isn't, Jungwon is just some guy. You'd argue he's even worse at math than you. His friends thought it'd be funny to elect him as president when the poor boy fell asleep during class. So now you're wondering if you should get a tutor for both of you.

[bgomtori]

☆ popipo! - c.sb

synopsis - you and soobin are your school's most favourite couple, everywhere you go, people hope and that they'll experience what you guys have

-> reserved! soobin x bubbly! reader

-> okokoklalala dynamic based off see you again by tyler the creator! and that one japanese tiktok audio here! .

-> some parts inspired by the c drama, when i fly towards you ^^

-> sunshine x sunshine protecter :" , established relationship

-> note! toothrotting fluff, soobin being absolutely smitten to the reader, everyone jealous of your rs,

you were awoken by the loud banging on your room door instead of your alarm, even if they were just as annoying, you'd much rather be waken up by your alarm. your mum suddenly barged into your room, standing by the door, you felt yourself jump in pure shock.

"hurry up, your boyfriend is here to pick you up from school." you felt your energy levels surging up as soon as your mum told you that. you quickly grabbed your phone and left to the bathroom to get ready.

you were done in the matter of seconds, you wanted to see your boyfriend as soon as possible, you grabbed your bag went towards your kitchen to get something to drink. you shouted bye to your mum from across the living room before heading out. you immediately saw you perfect, tall, and just amazing boyfriend standing near the pathway, one side of his earbud plugged in as he scrolled on his phone, waiting for you. you brisked up your pace and decided to scare him.

"boo!" you exclaimed, jumping and clinging onto his body. you felt soobin stiffen at the contact but once he realised that it was you, he relaxed and patted your head.

"morning." he greeted, his large hands grabbing yours, intertwining them together. your smile grew larger as you started talking about how you started your morning and the tiring things you had to do the night before. soobin replied to your ranting occassionally, it may seem like he wasn't listening but he was memorising every detail you said. you knew that he wasn't good with talking, thus whenever he hummed in response or replied with just a few words, you knew that he was trying for you.

once you arrived at school, soobin followed you around as you said hi to your friends. you were quite popular due to your bubbly and talkative nature, some may be confused on how you found interest in soobin, but you two still made it work. almost everyone in school loved your dynamic, however of course there were some people who were jealous and were projecting their insecurities on the both of you, but who cares! you won by pulling soobin and that was all that mattered.

"the usual place later?" you asked soobin, pulling the earbud he placed in your ear earlier out and returning it to him.

"yea, i'll buy you your favourite." soobin answered while rolling up his earphones up to keep them. you immediately beamed, kissing his cheek before leaving to your classroom, greeting your classmates while on the way to your desk. you waved at soobin again through the window while he slowly made his way to his own class.

you were dead asleep on your table, you were out for at least half the lessons. furthermore, the class was math, so you basically didn't know what was happening once the class ended. the bell rung, signalling that it was finally lunch time. you sprung up from your seat, saying a quick see you later to your classmate before sprinting off to your boyfriend's class.

you were about to step into soobin's class, but noticed that his teacher was still explaining the homework to the class, not ending his lesson yet. you hid yourself behind the wall, praying that no one saw. soobin noticed your pressence and tilted his head towards the backdoor of his classroom, smiling to himself.

"what you smiling over." yeonjun, his seatmate, teased, nudging his shoulder with a stupid grin on his face. soobin rolled his eyes, continuing to pay attention to the teacher, who seemed to be in love with the homework she was giving out.

after a while, soobin's class was done, as soon as you saw the teacher step out of the class. you immediately made your way into the classroom and placed 2 onigiri's on soobin's table. soobin looked at you with a shocked expression, he told you that he was going to buy you your favourite, why did you buy onigiris? you could read soobin's facial expression extremely well at the point, so you placed your hands on you hip, confidently stating,

"since you're working so hard in your classes and my tutor sessions with you in english, i think you deserve a treat! let's just stay here and enjoy." you smiled at him, pulling out yeonjun's seat to sit beside your boyfriend. soobin's lips turned upwards subtly as he sat down beside you, unwrapping the onigiri. however, there was this group of girls sitting infront that were side eyeing you and soobin, you could feel their intense stares and annoyed looks. you decided to ignore them, and continued to doodle on soobin's notes, telling him how your day was so far.

"she's so loud and annoying, jeez."

"soobin should have chosen someone better. like you."

"i know right, what's so good about her anyways? she's literally in the lower tier class of our cohort."

despite whispering, you could hear their comments loud and clear, how ironic, guess they weren't so quiet after all. they even walked out of the classroom giving you nasty looks. your smile faltered, silently munching on your onigiri. soobin couldn't help but notice your silence, and looked at you with concern, you were so happy just a few minutes ago, why were you suddenly so gloomy and quiet? he didn't like that.

"what's wrong?.." soobin asked, his eyes filled with worry. you smiled at him brightly, helping him push up his thickly rimmed glasses.

"nothing! just thinking about something soob, continue with your homework." you replied as if nothing happened, proceeding to draw on soobin's arms this time.

"there's 5 more minutes till class is over, i think i'll go now." you said, getting up from your seat, wanting to leave the class. soobin wanted to walk you back to your class, yet you pushed his body back down onto his seat, his hands gripping onto your waist since he almost fell out of his seat because of how you accidentally shoved him back down onto his seat.

"nuh uh, i'm fine walking myself love. i'll see you after school yea?" you reassured, leaning into leave a kiss on his forehead. you squished his cheek before walking out of the class in hurry, many thoughts rushing into your mind. much to your disappointment, you bumped into the group of girls who was talking shit about you.

"oh, you're here. where's your boyfriend?" one of them snickered.

"he didn't want to walk to back to your trash class? boohoo." another one mocked, wiping her eyes as if she was crying.

"why not project your insecurities somewhere else. maybe reflect on yourself and think, why can't you get have a boyfriend yourself!" you replied with the fakest smile on your face, you patted one of their shoulders, flipping them off before skipping towards your class. even though you confidently stood up for yourself, you were still overthinking about whether you were too loud, too annoying for soobin. you were zoning in and out during lessons, occupied by your own thoughts.

today your lessons ended later than you thought, you were one of the last people to walk out of class this time. you were staring at your phone as you felt yourself bump into someone, you apologised, looking up to face the person, only to find out that soobin was standing infront of you. you darted your eyes around the hallway, avoiding his confused gaze.

"something on your mind?" soobin asked, his words filled with concern and worry. you shrugged it off, smiling at him reassuringly, linking your arms together as you dragged him towards the busstop. soobin knew that there was something on your mind due to how on and off your energy was. he felt helpless, he wanted to help you, but he wasn't a person of words. when he saw you happily stride your way towards the window seat on the bus, he can't help but admire how you still maintained your cheerfulness despite the things you were going through.

"woah, the sky looks nice today." your eyes sparkled, looking at the fluffy cotton like clouds. soobin leaned over your shoulder, trying to cloud gaze with you through the window. you felt your face grow warm, nervously glancing at soobin's flawless skin and side profile from time to time. you noticed how his thumb drew circles around yours when you were holding hands. even if you guys were together for just a few month, you still harboured a huge crush on him, you just felt comforted by just by his presence alone.

you hopped out of the bus, grabbing soobin's hand as soon as he got out of the bus. you felt giddy, as if all your problems faded away from the mere touch of your boyfriend. you finally arrived at your doorstep, you pouted since you didn't spend as much time as you wanted with your boyfriend. you were about to turn around to walk towards your house, but was pulled back by soobin suddenly engulfing you into a hug, his large hands cupping your face, squishing your cheeks. you tilted your head in confusion.

"you know.. you can tell me anything that's bothering you." soobin's eyebrows scrunched up when he saw your face drop.

"was i that obvious.." you looked down, guilty for trying to bottle up your feelings to the one person you swore that you trusted with all your life. soobin nodded his head, you sighed, hands gripping onto soobin's uniform tightly.

"when i was with you in your class just now.. i heard some girls say that i was loud and obnoxious, and how i should be grateful you even chose me to be your partner." you mumbled the words out quickly, feeling slight embarrassment after admitting something so minor. soobin looked at you with saddened eyes, his mind was still searching for the right words to tell you.

"you were never annoying to me yn.. you're perfect for me. i love it when you act like yourself, don't change yourself because of what some stupidly jealous girls say about you-" you felt yourself gulp in shock, soobin was comforting you with words, and not actions, you felt butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach, "if anything i feel like you're too good for me, you always do things for me, and i really appreciate that, you make me feel special, for the first time ever in my life." soobin admitted, the tips of his ears turning red as he licked his dry lips from saying so much.

you felt yourself internally melt at each and every word he uttered out, "I DON'T DESERVE YOU SOOB." you exclaimed, hugging him tighter than usual. soobin smiled to himself as you nuzzled yourself into his chest, you looked up at him, kissing his cheek is sheer happiness. soobin felt more confident than usual, tilting your head up to face him. he leaned in to lock his lips with your, your eyes widened at the sudden contact, slowly melting into his lips, you fell in love all over again. your arms snaked around soobin's neck, while his grip on your hip slowly tightened. you pulled away, literally about to faint, soobin licked his lip, still tasting the strawberry flavoured lipgloss you wore everytime.

"my first kiss." you whispered out loud, still not over what just happened a few minutes ago. you grinned from ear to ear, leaving a peck on soobin's lips before running away into the comfort of your home, waving at him through your window as well. as soon as you plopped yourself on your bed, you screamed in the pillow, giggling and kicking your feet in pure joy and giddiness.

soobs :D : you taste like strawberries.

yn ♡ : SHUTUPP

yn ♡ : i hate you, you're so cute.

soobs :D : pft, i love you too :)

[hongssimi]

my prince // hong seunghan

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ what kind of best friend texts you goodbye and disappears? the one-and-only hong seunghan. but no matter how much time has passed since no-contact, you realise nothing has changed. he's still the hong seunghan you know.

ᝰ pairing .ᐟ bsf!hong seunghan x gn!reader

ᝰ genre .ᐟ fluff, light angst // written

ᝰ word count .ᐟ 1.5k+

ᝰ warning .ᐟ somewhat open ending, somewhat happy ending

ᝰ author's note .ᐟ back in my tumblr era after eight years since deactivating… never written an au on here before but here goes nothing :)

this was it.

"mom, dad, calm down. it's not like i won't be able to navigate. it's still south korea."

getting down the car meant you were finally stepping foot in seoul. seongsu-dong was the neighbourhood you were going to stay at for the rest of your life.

it wasn't like you hated moving to seoul and living alone, who would've hated getting freedom away from their parents this young? it just wasn't part of your life plan, starting your last year of high school on a whole new slate, in a whole new place.

your parents had insisted on you moving nearer to the capital for a better life. they went about telling you reasons, one of them about how living in a neighbourhood more busy and bustling than ilsan was more beneficial for you in the long run. they believed you would get more work opportunities after university. but for you, this was a different kind of opportunity. it was a chance to meet seunghan again.

seunghan was your best friend in ilsan. he was the one you shared all secrets with, except one that you never got know the reason behind. why he never kept in contact with you, after vanishing from your side two years ago. not even a hint of where he was headed to, was left for you.

all you got was a card of apology and gratefulness under your desk, for being his best friend in middle school, and a bag of your favorite jjanggu chip snack. you wouldn't have ever known, if it wasn't for your mom who heard the news from the market aunties. the hong family had left ilsan to help seunghan's aunt with her restaurant in seoul.

not sure if i can even call him a best friend anymore, when he didn't even tell me where he was leaving to.

"meow! meow! wake up! it's 5:30am! meow!" you weren't expecting your new black cat themed alarm clock to sound that cute.

in all honesty, you weren't sure what time you were supposed to report to school. all the school transfer paperwork were settled by your parents… which you concluded that they likely forgot to tell you the reporting time, being too busy working and packing luggages with you.

it's like i'm in a korean drama where i'm the main character who has the cliché of a stereotypical transfer student, being late for their first day of school.

fortunately, guessing the reporting time based off your arts school in ilsan and the travel time from your place to your new school, worked in your favor. you arrived early and met your homeroom teacher to collect all the necessary items for school.

man, mom and dad should've gotten me a place nearer to school. it's insane that i have to travel almost two hours every day to get here.

collecting your class schedule and textbooks, you found it so crazy how you managed to transfer schools in your last year of high school. you were just a student from goyang high school of arts, dreaming of being a vocal teacher. how did you manage to transfer to school of performing arts seoul, a prestigious arts school in seoul, in your last year?

don't belittle yourself, y/n. you're extremely talented.

"wait outside, i'll call you in to introduce yourself to the class," mr kim, your homeroom teacher who showed you the way to class, briefed.

introductions make me nervous, but i hope all goes well today.

"y/n, you can sit down on the empty seat on the left. the third last row. hong seunghan is your seatmate, but the boy is absent today" mr kim instructed after your introduction, pointing to the two empty seats near the back of the class.

your class was weird. all of your classmates were either glaring or giving judgemental stares, both guys and girls. all you did was greet them in passing while getting to your seat, what was wrong with this class? was your seatmate some popular guy at school who's "for everyone"?

hong seunghan.

you read the name on the desk next to you. your seatmate had the same name as your ilsan best friend, but you didn't think much of it.

it's not like he's the only hong seunghan in the whole of south korea.

scanning the details around his name, you found that a bunch of mini crayon shin-chan stickers decorated the name on the desk.

cute. my seunghan's a shin-chan lover too.

looking around the class and the tables, you learned that everyone was pasting stickers of their own style and aesthetic on their respective tables. you took out one of the two japanese 'puri-kura' photo sticker print of you and seunghan from your wallet, pasting it on your table. there were four copies originally printed, but each of you took two each.

the photo sticker was just a photo the both of you took for fun, when 'puri-kura' was trending during those days. but it quickly became a core memory, being the only photo the both of you took since knowing each other in middle school. you know what they say about true best friends, they barely have photos together. both of you made a promise, to always have one copy in your wallet and never lose it, even if you end up losing your second copy.

i wonder if he still has his copies?

it was a week since you transferred and you still had yet to see your seatmate's face. you had no idea how he looked like, and you hadn't been able to make any friends to ask about him. it was understandable, joining an already established friend group was impossible as a senior high school student.

the boy had been skipping school since day one of your transfer, which you had not even the slightest idea why because you didn't know anything about him. you never gave it much thought as it was a normal occurrence in the school, some students were trainees or idols.

you were early for class that day and rested your head on your desk, feeling a presence sit down next to you and flopping his bag down on the floor. you knew it was likely your seatmate that you had never met before.

"who are you? and why did you take my 'puri-kura' photo from under my table and put it on your table?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

"the 'puri-kura' photo of me and my best friend?" you looked up annoyed, someone had just claimed your photo as theirs.

"y/n"

"seunghan"

the two of you said each other's name in unison.

"wait. what?" you were absolutely confused.

he hugged you immediately, with a smile on his face, "i can't believe it's actually you, y/n."

"but what are you doing here? in a SOPA uniform? did you transfer here? in your last year of high school? that's insane."

that was when you found out seunghan was a trainee under sm entertainment, an entertainment company that was coincidentally also in your neighbourhood. he was scouted two years ago after the entrance exams and trained for about a year since. he was on his way to achieving his dreams. dreams you once talked about with each other, you being a vocal teacher, and him being an idol.

hey, at least i now have someone to suffer with me on the ride back to seongsu-dong!

hanging out with him again felt like a dream. your best friend was back. he was a sweet boy who was like a respected prince. everyone liked him, teachers, classmates, juniors, even the alumnus were fond of him.

before you realized, you had slowly fallen in love with him. being oblivious was the best choice of action for you, not wanting the relationship of best friends to be ruined if you confessed to him. besides, there were so many other people you knew who also had a crush on him. how could someone not fall in love with such a kind-hearted soul?

he was a hard-working boy. he showed you his moves and vocals every once in a while and asked for feedback. he was truly the talented best friend you loved and supported. you felt proud looking at him, and truly wished the best for his future, even if it meant never confessing your feelings for him.

days and months passed. then came graduation day, the day when everyone would finally be released from high school. the day you had to part with seunghan again. but this time it was going to be different. you were going to make sure he knew you were always going to be there for him.

"i'm sorry for being a bad friend, y/n."

both you and seunghan were becoming adults, and had your own separate dreams to chase. he was apologising again, knowing it would be difficult to meet friends as his debut nears.

"never apologise for something you can't control. something that's not your fault. you're my best friend, and i'll always be there for you, regardless of if we're in contact or not. i'm not changing my number, so, i'm just a call away if you ever need me."

"even if one day, you apologise and go no-contact for the second time,"

"i promise i won't leave you, forever," you told him.

i love you and i truly wish the best for you.

you deserve the best.

my prince.

✶⋆.˚꩜ AFTERTHOUGHTS .ᐟ˙⋆✶ can u tell i'm depressed and miss seunghan with this fic? cus i am. also, personally, i think this should have badfic as a label because i think it's kind of cringe… but maybe i'm just too self-critical because my bestie who read this said i had potential to write good angst😰

✶⋆.˚꩜ PERMANENT RII7E TAGLIST .ᐟ˙⋆✶

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[tokkiiibunny]

Chick Habit | Megumi Fushiguro

03: Ridin' round

Warnings: Insults, social exclusion. Nothing alarming.

Words: 1.2 k

Mainlist

"I don't gotta hide, no I don't got reason to lie

I don't need your drama, I don't need you to survive

You don't gotta say it 'cause I know that you don't like me."

First day of school, new seatmate, oh! And he's the most mysterious boy in town, what can go wrong? Well, everything. Such a nice day.

The first few days of school are always scary, even if it's your sophomore year of college. When you entered the classroom and saw how everyone was meeting with their friends and the new ones were beginning to be included, you couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest. Choso who had been your only friend had left school because of the need to get a job, you tried to convince him of the south you could help him but he did not accept And now you were all alone.

Your gaze scanned the space looking for an empty seat and you found it.

You knew megumi, not too much and no more than the others.

You knew he had moved out several years ago, you knew he didn't live too far from your house, Did you know he was best friends with Choso's brother, you'd heard the rumors about him being a troublemaker, girls talking about how attractive he was and any older person calling him "satanic" but you'd never talked to him.

And you thought maybe it would be a good idea, he knew how cruel malicious rumors could And you thought maybe it would be a good idea, he knew how cruel malicious rumors could be, Surely he would be kind to you, wouldn't he?

It had already happened once, when you were alone the first (and only) person who approached you had been choso, the weirdo of the class and also the sweetest boy you had ever met, none of the things they said about him were true and you are very grateful to him for being your friend because you are sure that he is one of the people with the purest heart that exists. Who knows, maybe history will repeat itself.

You sat in the free chair next to him and looked at him with your kind gaze and sweet smile. "Hi, I'm Y/n." And he didn't answer anything, he stared straight ahead with a neutral expression on his face and with his arms crossed over his chest. You thought that maybe he hadn't heard you because of the volume in his headphones and you doubted whether you should talk again or not. "I didn't see another empty seat and I thought about sitting here." You said Trying (again) to start a conversation and he looked at you with his sharp eyes of the deepest dark blue you have ever seen.

"Maybe if you didn't dress like a whore you'd have friends." Your smile faded and your stomach sank, you were used to whispering behind your back but no one had ever been so direct with you, at least not in several years.

"sorry?" It was the only thing you could say, he looked you up and down without any expression and his eyes returned to yours. You were trying to make sure that maybe you had misheard.

"You heard me." and then he looked straight ahead again in the same position as before and didn't speak to you or even look at you again in the rest of the class.

When the hour was over you took your things, hung your bag on your shoulder and left the room, you saw Megumi's friends waiting for him at the door, you wondered if they had the same attitude as Megumi, you had always thought they were friendly.

"hey, Now you are friends with y/n?" You recognized Yuji's cheerful voice.

"I have no fucking idea what you're talking about." And also the voice of megumi, which you didn't know very well how to describe.

"You were sitting with her."

"she was sitting With me, it's not the same thing." He cut off the conversation and the pink hair guy had no choice but to change the subject.

You sat in the same place you used to take next to choso on campus, under a tree right at the beginning of the forest that adjoined the campus, not that there were many places you could go, living in a small town had clear disadvantages but at least there it was quieter than in the rest of the places.

Being alone wasn't something that bothered you, but you missed Choso's presence, you wondered how his day was going, but he hadn't yet answered the message you sent him in the morning, probably too busy to pick up his phone.

You ate your lunch Focusing on your playlist trying not to let your mind go to places you didn't want it to go.

You noticed how two silhouettes approached the forest a few meters from you, you couldn't help it, you were always a gossipy girl, your eyes followed both silhouettes until you recognized one of them, it was megumi, you didn't recognize the girl next to him but you didn't have to be very smart to know what they would do, you didn't take your eyes off them until megumi's eyes fell on you, Maybe it was just your overthinking mind attacking again, but you could swear that his gaze on yours had felt like a silent threat.

You took your eyes off them and looked straight ahead again, you wouldn't gain anything with Stick your nose in.

The rest of the day you struggled to find seats away from megumi, sometimes it worked sometimes you had to sit next to him again, but it seemed that all your worries were on your mind, he didn't even look at you And you really thank God for that.

At the end of the day you were able to get in your car and go home but not before stopping at the drugstore to buy what your mom had asked for, You smiled at the clerk when you handed her the recipe and the old lady returned the same warmth, at least most older people were still kind to you, either out of appreciation for your parents or out of pity for you.

You took the paper bag, paid, said goodbye, and went back to your car. On the way you saw Megumi once again, you put that he was heading towards his house and you thought about stopping and offering him a ride but with his morning attitude you doubted that he would accept so you just went on your way even if not asking him pricked your conscience.

When you got home you went straight to your bed dropping between the soft sheets, fluffy pillows and stuffed animals, you took your phone and you had a message from Choso, short And sweet.

Sorry for not answering sooner, because of the season things are busy here at the restaurant :( but I promise we'll leave as soon as I have a free turn! Tell me how your day was :)

You wrote your answer excluding the negative and focusing on the fact that it had been a quiet day, that's how you liked to live, in silence.

With no homework to do and no activities marked on your calendar, you took a short nap that stole most of your afternoon.

Notes area:

^^ First real Chapter.

^^ Again I apologize for bad English.

^^ The songs in the title may or may not have to do with the chapter, the reality is that they were only chosen because I was listening to them while I was writing and maybe it inspires me a little.

^^ It's no better than any cliché Wattpad story from 2015, But that's what I want.

^^ Suggestions, questions, and feedback are accepted.

^^ Thanks for reading.

[sanzu-theunhingedbarbie]

Seatmate/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

Sanzu x f!reader

You got into a new school! Which means you have a new seatmate!

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New school, new me, new start, no drama. Right?

Wrong.

Chaos.

As you sat down, the teacher finally comes in, calming the students.

"Today we have a new student! Ms. L/n, please introduce yourself."

How about no?

You stood up, walking infront of class.

"Hi, my name is Y/n and I'm...15?"

The only time you hated silence was at these times...awkward.

While sitting down, somebody suddenly barges in. A blonde haired...boy?

You weren't sure, they definitely looked like a girl. But at the same time, a boy. You couldn't tell because of the mask covering their face. They were wearing black baggy pants, a buttoned jacket, and white shoes. Kind of like a gang outfit.

Your teacher doesn't flinch and starts to teach, weird.

Pulling out your notebook, the mystery boy suddenly sits next to you.

And this is how you...

The teacher's words fall on deaf ears as you look around, looking at your seatmate. They were asleep. Their bleach blonde hair loose while they lay on their arms. Strands of hair close to their eyes.

You fought back the urge to tuck it behind their ears.

"Keep on looking and I might just poke your eyes out." A manly voice came out from your classmate.

Ah flip, you got caught.

His eyes slowly opened, pretty blue eyes being exposed.

"Oh well, I was just...looking around?" You quietly say, awkwardly looking at him.

He raises his eyebrows at your sentence, sitting up. He leans back in his chair, man spreading while his hands are in his pockets.

"Ah well, I'm Y/n." You slightly extend your hand at him.

He thinks for a moment before shaking it. "Sanzu."

After shaking it, you continue to write whatever the teacher is writing, your attention on Sanzu.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

After an hour of the teacher talking, the bell finally rang.

Standing up and picking your stuff up, you look over to Sanzu, who is nowhere to be seen.

Weird...

After 2 more classes, it was finally lunch.

You went to the cafeteria, getting onigiri and a drink.

You went out the courtyard, sitting down and munching peacefully on your food until you notice a certain bleach blonde person walking by.

Sanzu? You weren't sure. You wanted to invite him to sit with you but at the same time not to. You didn't want to be misunderstood on your first day! You didn't even know the guy!

Your train of thoughts were suddenly interrupted when somebody suddenly sits in front of you. Blonde, mask...Sanzu? SANZU!?

"You really must want your eye to be taken out huh? Or are you that interested?" He asks. You didn't know if it was rhetorical or not.

"Oh! Uhm, hi?" You suddenly felt flustered, not even noticing you were staring at him.

"You a sweet tooth or something?" He looks through your food, "Noticed you're eating sweets." He points at the sweet rice ball you were currently eating, as well as the sweet drink beside you.

"Well, I guess so... they're my favorite so..." You look at the onigiri and at Sanzu. "You want some?" You offer the last bite to him, extending your hand to him.

Sanzu looks at the food for a second, then you. "Sure."

"Okay here you go-" You were suddenly caught off guard when he eats it from your hand.

"Thanks." He says as if nothing happened.

"Oh! You're welcome."

The bell rings and it was time for your last class.

You sat down in the same seat at the same class you were in a while ago. Sanzu follows.

"So you take this class too? Nice!" You asked as he sat down with you.

"Nah, I usually don't attend classes but I might start again." He replies, leaning back in his chair again while man spreading.

"Oh really? And why is that?" You chose not to dwell on it too much as it was invading-

"Cause of you."

...

This is going to be an interesting school year.

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[accio-victuuri]

March CPNs

this month’s banner theme is tennis boyfriends! lol. when i saw it, i knew it would fit, cause this month was also when WYB went for the lacoste show and most interviews was him talking about tennis. and who is the other actor who mentioned this sport too? another coincidence! why is it always them? 😂😂😂 from new au pairings, coins, similarities and kadian drama— this month delivered the goods to us!

time to review and look back at the delicious candies we ate this month:

• the bone necklace potentially getting replaced because of some anti rumors and what it means.

• circle elements in xzs vlog is a nod to cpf comments that have yellow circles

• lacoste and bjyx

• yibo shows cpfs some love at chanel pfw

• here are some other pfw minor clownery. 🌸

a nice detail seen in his clothes/jacket are red and green flowers. you all know how we feel about red and green in this fandom. yeah, this must be a stylist’s choice blah blah blah but that just how cpns work. and it’s so cute too!

descendants of the sun parallel! please! you all know i’m weak for this shit. chenwei will always reign supreme, but what if chen yu decides to go full on army or whatever.

i also found it funny how fans are noticing the difference with their clothes. xz was revealing in his own way & wyb was all covered up. of course these are two different brands so the clothes and everything will not be the same. but that’s actually what’s good about them, how different they are. and yet— they complement each other really well and have the same values in life. they try and learn what the other person’s interest is so they can have a better relationship. 🤍

posing with their female seatmates 🤣🤣🤣

• a similarity we noticed too was that wyb was on his phone before the lacoste show, and it reminded us of how xz was doing the same at gucci mfw. i think we went 👀 because for xz, we were already clowning that he was messaging wyb or reading message from him then something similar happens to wyb. it could be a completely different thing and who can blame them for checking their phone while on “downtime” — but let us be with our fake story from these two incidents 😌😌😌

• on 3/5 chang feng po lang released a new character poster for wyb’s character wei ruolai. because of it, a new AU pairing was born. wei ruolai x patient #5. i swear. their characters look good together! some also pair wei ruolai up with xiao sa or chunsheng 😂😂😂

i have to say younger chunsheng before he went to military and ruolai match so well together!

• same answers on fashion week interviews: comfortable dressing & the color black

• another perspective on the coin that appeared in zz’s vlog - relation to wei ruolai and war of faith trailer this is further “proven” when wei ruolai’s character posted was revealed and he was tossing a coin. look, i know it’s highly unlikely that the whole concept was a way to tease us with WYB’s drama. but it’s a nice double meaning and more! 🪙🪙🪙

• since there is a new character out for one of them, another new AU pairing was born! wei ruolai x xiao chunsheng 🤍🤍🤍

• the two of them being featured at vogue website as stand outs during their respective fashion week appearances. it’s not really cpn but more on them being the power couple 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 and i’m just so proud of them. years later, they still shine so bright and it has no signs of even fading.

even with weibo engagement, both of them were on top during their respective events. no one could even come close. and why, it’s so hard for them to work together, or why no one would allow that to happen cause it will be game over. lol.

• our dearest tennis couple ��� ; this has become more prevalent in the fandom because of wyb’s lacoste ad!

• the inception possibility - tbh i’m just desperate to relate this movie to them and a cpn 😂😂😂

• the collab between cotti and dove - this is most likely a business movie that has no input from xz and wyb. these are big brands that take care of their company but what’s sus is how cotti posted the announcement of this collab at 10:05. you would think dove would be the one to do that since xz is their endorser. or they could use 10, 10:10 or 10:30 posting time which are equally usual time slots for brand announcements. but no. it feels intentional on their side to use that association. of course it led to some drama but we still made some lemonade out of it by going through some old endorsement CPN examples that was funnily enough, dug out by solo fans who are clowns themselves.

• some are clowning (slightly) over WYB’s alleged kadian a day after the cotti drama when he FW the post for olympics because it read a (14:38) lifetime zhanbo. but you all know how picky i am with kadians. the vcr was shared 14:30 so i guess he only had a narrow window to share, not sure if intentional or not. for me, personally, not everything is kadian. considering the topic too, this is a national/international event. i don’t think it should be used for cpn. i’d like to think WYB is more professional than we are. but who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

• this bts video from war of faith! it shows wyb being active — moving around and doing some exercises. reminds us so much of how xz was like during SBMS bts that was released. they are so similar!

• GG’s weibo post the night before WoF premiere

• adding this to the list of brands they both use for their wardrobe: NANS. as usual disclaimer, these are clothes used in brand shoots and may have been chosen by hired stylist of the brand or their own. who knows. i just like archiving stuff like this, especially for lesser known brands that seem to only be worn by them. some examples below:

lesser known because XZ/WYB are so popular so you would expect them to wear name brands. if not, a company that the general public likes. on weibo, the brand only has 132k followers which is pretty low and they don’t repost photos of celebrities who used their clothes— nothing about WYB or XZ or anyone else.

• 3/21, premiere date of WoF, WYB shares a new trailer for the drama. The weibo account of WoF posted @ 9:58 and WYB on 10:06. So the CPN is, did he miss? was this supposed to be 10:05? considering what XZ did the day before with his post. Personally, i’m relieved that he didn’t do it 10:05 to prevent drama with his so/os because this time is crucial. we can’t afford these sensitive ass fans turning away from him and not supporting his work. he is too smart for that, he knows all too well how these things go.

I like this interpretation from cpfs that he didn’t miss, it’s yibo, if he wants to do it 10:05 he will. but he has limits right now, those who know (us cpfs) will get the meaning and understand him. and we do. we always do 💛

•xz molsion live show clues: lego/puzzles, camping and chasing dramas

• xiao zhan calling wyb lai lai ( fake rumor )

• 3/25 XZS post where the 380 yuan fan makes an appearance and the 8th picture significance

• 3/26 fake rumor 🗣️🗣️🗣️

wls wants xls to call him “gege”, xls didn’t, so wls tickled him, xls had no choice so he called wls “gege” softly, after he said it he blushed so hard, and wls didn’t allow us to look 👀.fake rumor don’t believe it

• 3/27 IQIYI livestream/ watch-a-long event with WYB and him smiling when the host said side by side in the snowy mountain part one . part two 💛💛💛

• 3/28 we got to see a VCR of ZZ and his style looks similar to Bobo’s

• new lounge wear brand cp! bananain x miiow 😍😍

• a cute coincidence that in episode 21 of WoF it is revealed that in his hometown, Wei Ruolai has a nickname: “gou gu zai” = Definition: Jiangxi dialect. Refers to a child who has just entered his youth. Young people, they are not deeply involved in the world, but they are full of energy. like a puppy, lively and noisy.

it is exactly like gouzaizai but that one is from Chongqing. i know this is a script and fiction, but the director himself said that when WYB went in as Ruolai, he was inspired by WYB’s personality irl. It also means we were all right, looking at Lai Lai as a puppy during the show.

it’s just so nice to know that GG already found out what WYB’s personality was like early on. that he is a puppy — and feeds more truth to the cpn that GG was the one who gave the 🦴 necklace. a bone for a puppy.

• XZ’s xinxiangyin live “clue” on what activities they do spending time outdoors

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P.S: and that’s the 1st quarter of the year done! just like that! actually, a lot of things happened in the fandom and i’m happy that both the boys continue to be active and we always have content. i also wanna take this time to thank everyone who supports both of them + cpfs who interact with me & my posts i appreciate you! <3 i hope the community here continues to grow and we all have this safe space to be cpfs 🤍🤍🤍

<<< previous month

[dat-town]

so gorgeous

Characters: Sungho & female reader

Setting & genre: college au, fluff, school mates to strangers to friends to lovers

Summary: It’s been a year since you last saw Sungho and you are floored that the cute class president from high school now looks like the main lead of a romance drama, so gorgeous.

Warnings: college party shenanigans with alcohol consumption, MC is really going through it trying to cope with how good Sungho looks (in a shirt or a gym tee or a hoodie or a crop top…) and she doesn’t care about gender-stereotypes when it comes to makeup or calling people pretty (bonus scene reference here)

Words: 3.9k

Author’s note: happy birthday to our virgo boy!! super self indulgent, no coherent plot, just excuses to call Sungho pretty (Myungjae would approve); title inspired by Taylor Swift’s Gorgeous

You have known Park Sungho since junior high. As class presidents of your respective classes, you shared quite a few responsibilities and debates in the school council. He was always polite, easy to laugh but very strict about being organized. He had that generic haircut every guy at that age had and a thick framed pair of glasses to stop him from squinting when the computer resolution was too shitty. He was smart and kind of cute but you were too busy studying, preparing for CSAT, to give him or any other boy much thought.

Maybe that’s why you do a double take when you see him at university. It has been more than a year since graduation and you haven’t seen him since. He looks familiar enough to recognize but he has also certainly shredded off the baby fat and found a style that fit him better than your navy blue, too tight school uniform. He has let his hair grow past his nape too, strands of his fringe catching on his eyelashes because he doesn’t wear his glasses. He looks good, grownup, you think faintly with your iced chai latte in hand, definitely staring. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice, too busy checking his timetable on his phone and comparing it with the numbers on the two winged doors in this building.

You had no idea he was studying at Hankuk but it certainly looks like he’s heading towards your elective Korean Media classroom. When he finally disappears behind the door, you blink yourself out of your stupor and check the time. You should go too if you don’t want to be late on the first day of the new semester but your former schoolmate’s presence somehow stops you. Should you say hi? Should you pretend like you didn’t notice him and wait for him to recognize you? Ah, since when does it matter? It’s always nice to have a familiar face in classes in case there would be group projects, you decide.

It turns out you don’t really have a choice anyway because the moment you walk in the door, Park Sungho looks up from his notebook laid out on the desk in the first row (of course) and your gazes meet. You can see the realization hit him and he eventually settles for a shy smile and a little wave before looking back down again.

“Hey, can I…?” You point at the seat next to him, uncertainty lacing your words once you walk up to his desk. It would be weird to look for another seat when both of you are obviously alone, wouldn’t it?

“Yeah, sure. Y/N, right?” Sungho’s voice is sweet, polite and you smile because he remembers you too as you’re slipping into the chair next to him.

It turns out in-between hushed words after the professor walks in that you didn’t meet before despite attending the same university because you are in two vastly different departments. Business for you, arts for him. But just as you suspected, you get paired up for a project (analyzing an older Korean movie) with your seatmates, so you exchange contacts and over the week you discuss back and forth which movie you should choose. Sungho has seen quite a lot of movies and once you agree that gruesome thrillers might not be the best for class, he showcases an unexpectedly romantic taste based on his suggestions which is nice, so your biggest problem is not a difference between your choices but rather which movie would provide enough material for your presentation in terms of themes and cinematography.

It’s nice talking with him because you have similar work ethnics and you won’t lie he’s pleasing enough to look at that you sometimes find yourself getting distracted during class. He’s also funnier than you remembered, making smart commentaries on class slides.

You don’t talk much about personal stuff though, not until you ask if he’s free on Friday to watch the movie together you eventually decided on but he has a party to attend or well, a small friendly get-together as he says. You don’t mind and tell him to have fun, not expecting him to invite you along. Apparently there will be a few new faces even for him too but one of his former classmates, Sanghyuk will be there as well. You remember him too, albeit more faintly because he was quiet and you didn’t meet him as much as Sungho. Maybe that’s what makes you say yes or maybe because Sungho gets shy when you ask him what his friends will say if you go.

So on Friday, you get ready and put a bit more effort into your outfit and makeup than you would normally do for uni classes. When you arrive to the address Sungho has sent you, you text him that you and your complimentary flavored soju pack arrived and he comes out to accompany you inside. His light gray shirt hugs his shoulders nicely and as it’s tugged into his washed out blue jeans you catch a glimpse of how slender his waist is. You tell him that he looks good as casually as you can, which he laughs off but blushes. He tells you that you’re pretty too and it’s your turn to blush then.

Inside the lively apartment Sungho introduces you to his menace of a best friend (his words), Jaehyun and his gym buddy slash hyung, Matthew who both welcome you with the brightest smiles, curious about embarrassing high school stories you can share about their friend. When you tell them you have none, Jaehyun pouts but offers you a drink anyway.

It’s easy to get lost in the chit-chat, everybody is friendly, and while there are a handful of people, it doesn’t feel overwhelming. You actually have a great conversation with a girl named Yujin who shares a class with Jaehyun, so you follow each other on Instagram before both of you are dragged into a ruthless game of Monopoly with a new rule that you can get a Get Out of Jail Free card if you drink a shot after Euijoo deemed the original rules too boring for a party.

During the game you learn that Jaehyun gets drunk easily and Sungho isn’t really competitive or he just has bad luck. When he lands on his friend’s expensive property for the second time, he just groans.

“Yeppi~,” Jaehyun coos as he holds his hands out for payment. Sungho swats his grabby hands away from his face.

“Stop, it’s embarrassing,” he complains in a voice that clearly tells that it’s not the first time he was called that nickname and he practically empties his bank to pay the needed fee.

“It’s true though,” you point out absentmindedly, riding on liquid courage from a plum soju shot and the beer you have been nursing for the better part of the night. Your contribution to the conversation successfully gains Sungho’s attention and his blown, sparkly eyes on you are a bit overwhelming. “You are pretty.”

The words are out easier than you would have expected but they are no less genuine. You have never really thought about it and calling him cute or handsome would have been equally true in a way but there’s just something about him, something delicate that makes pretty so fitting. Not in a feminizing way but like wow, when did the preppy kid from high school started looking like a character from a manhwa?

Sungho has no chance to answer, getting swept up in the game, you roll the dice and move on while Sungho goes bankrupt in the next round.

After the party slowly dies down, sometime after Intak, Jaehyun and Matthew hold a rizz competition with absolutely subjective markers, Sungho insists on walking to the metro station together. Initially he offered to walk you home but it turned out you lived in two different directions and you didn’t want him to make a detour for you.

“I’m glad you came,” he says once the silence stretches too long between you as you walk and his admission brings an easy smile onto your face.

“Me too. It was fun. Thanks for inviting me,” you beam at him and for the first time you think about kissing him. Right there, under the stars. It’s such a bold thought, you blame the alcohol with heat creeping up on your cheeks as you eventually wave Sungho goodbye.

Things change after that. You become much more aware of Sungho’s presence and every small thing about him. You become much more interested in him too. You ask about his cat, cooing at pictures he shows, and tell him about your dog too back at home with your parents. You start talking about interests, ambitions, hobbies and the more you get to know him, the more you like him. You like his enthusiasm for the things he loves, the way he cares for his friend, that he gets shy under attention, covering his face and laughs with his entire body if he finds something really funny, that he has a paper notebook for class and colored highlighters for information of different importance.

You start to get lunch after your class together or coffee sometimes when you are both on campus between classes. You think you cannot like him more so quickly but then he sometimes casually carries your bag for you and remembers your go-to coffee order and always saves a seat for you at the university canteen. You want to either scream into your pillow or yell at him to stop being so nice if he’s like that to everybody. You really can't tell with him, especially after you saw him pull a chair out for Yuna in the library the other day. It’s such a silly thing to feel jealous over when you have no right to monopolize Sungho’s kindness.

You try not to overthink it and just be a good friend and classmate. Having a bunch of assignments helps to take your mind off it at least. Plus, you should start working on your pair project for Korean Media class as well.

Eventually you manage to find a date to watch the 2003 movie, The Classic, together and take notes for your presentation. You decide to meet up at Sungho’s place on a Saturday afternoon because unlike you he doesn’t have a nosy roommate. Jiheon is a good friend and makes the best pancakes but she definitely wouldn’t let you focus on the movie.

Because that’s what you’re doing, totally. You are not distracted by Sungho’s homey look and pout. At all.

You know that you aren’t god’s strongest soldier but how can somebody look so good in a cozy hoodie, with freshly washed fluffy hair and a pair of thin framed round glasses? It’s unfair, really. You should have known that you’re screwed the moment he opened his door for you and invited you inside, offering a home slipper and drinks.

“Are you okay?” Sungho turns to you, noticing your tenseness, concern lacing his quiet words while the male lead appears on the screen.

“Um, yeah, I just zoned out,” you quickly make up an excuse, fidgeting with the hem of your tee, turning your attention back to the movie, so you wouldn’t end up being an unhelpful, freeloader group member. It doesn’t help much, not with how aware you are of Sungho’s closeness on the couch, his laundry detergent’s lovely scent surrounding you, but you try your best. Even if he notices, he doesn’t point it out, bless him.

Once the movie ends, you sit on the ground around Sungho’s laptop propped on the coffee table and write an outline for the presentation, dividing the remaining tasks between you. It’s efficient and you make good progress which should have been the whole point but you’re both stalling when you should leave. Eventually Sungho offers to make dinner and you insist on helping which turns out to be fun. You leave his apartment in a good mood with your belly full of rosé pasta and impressed by Sungho’s skills in the kitchen. What can’t he do, really?

No matter how much you gush about Sungho’s looks to Jiheon, he isn’t just a pretty boy. He’s smart and kind and so caring. Every mother’s dream, you swear. You aren’t interested in him because of how he looks but it’s almost like he’s tempting you with all the different sides of him you have seen lately. Like a week later when you literally drop your phone when you are scrolling through Instagram and open Sungho’s newest story only to see a mirror selfie from a gym. He wears a skin tight tank top, so his wide shoulders and toned arms are full on display while his slightly sweaty bangs hang into his eyes artfully. Apparently Matthew wasn’t lying when he claimed Sungho was a bit of a gym rat and heck if it doesn’t show results. How will you look him in the eye on Monday and pretend you didn’t feel a bit feral over one single blurry photo?

Still, Monday comes and you think you do a good enough job of not letting your impulsive thoughts win, at least until you are in the library finalizing the presentation for class and Sungho is pouting while concentrating. Then you can’t help anymore and blurt out something that’s been on your mind (among all the other things about Sungho that seem to live there rent free):

“Have you ever thought about trying on makeup?”

At least, you sound casual enough despite the very random question which you feel proud of but poor boy is still very much taken aback. Understandably though.

“What, hah, no?!?” He lets out an awkward little laugh, eyes wide open. His no doesn’t sound too convincing though.

“Is that a question?” You raise a brow, rolling with it, an amused smile on your lips, and Sungho clears his throat.

“No,” he says, firmer this time and while he gets a bit of color in his cheeks, you don't push. You didn’t ask to make him feel uncomfortable, you are just too curious for your own good and looking at his pouty lips or naturally feline eyes, it seemed like a viable question.

“It’s okay, I just thought it would look good on you if you tried,” you shrug, not pressing, easily steering away from the topic as you point out a type on the next slide.

Sungho keeps staring at you with an expression half-wonder, half-disbelief and you take it as a win, he can’t be always the one who keeps surprising you.

All things considered, despite your raging crush on Sungho, you think you’re doing okay as a friend too, helping him out with notes when he has to miss a class, wrapping a plaster around his finger when he gets a paper cut or just asking about his days and really listening to his answer. And since you’re friends it would have been weird not to invite him to your birthday party but you start to regret it.

There’s more cake, more alcohol and more people at your place than you have expected and you entirely blame it on Jiheon. Everybody keeps pushing drinks into your hand, wishing you happy birthday, so you’re very much tipsy by the time Sungho arrives after his evening class.

“Oh, wow,” you mumble when you see him, your brain-to-mouth filter apparently taking a nap. But can anybody blame you? Park Sungho just walked into your apartment wearing a crop top that shows off his slender waist. Not staring is already no mean feat.

“Hey. Happy birthday!” He smiles at you innocently, having no idea of the effect he has on you, when he spots you and hands over a little gift bag, all proper and nice. It’s a bottle of the expensive perfume you almost ran out of and in your drunken haze you wonder how he could know about it. You didn’t even expect him to get you anything but you’re grateful because this way you have something to put your hands on and you’re less tempted to touch him.

“Thank you~” You singsong giddily then give him a onceover again, letting out a grave sigh at the sight of the sliver of bare skin. “You’re a dangerous man, Park Sungho.”

“Uhm, me? What? How?” He asked, obviously confused, his nervous little chuckle the cutest thing you ever heard.

“You look so good. Like all the time. It’s unfair, really,” you sigh, again, pointing an accusing finger at his chest as you look up, your words slurring. “It would be easier not to like you if you were an asshole but of course, you just have to be perfect. God really has favorites, huh?”

Oh gosh, now he’s blushing. You’re going to lose your mind over the rosiness on his pristine cheeks.

“I… I don’t know what to say to that. I’m really not perfect,” Sungho shakes his head and you pout and click your tongue.

“Park Sungho.”

You say his name, not really to say anything but just to whine, to complain over his disagreement but he perks up.

“Hm?” He looks at you with his beautiful, curious cat-like eyes and he steps closer, reaching out to steady you when someone bumps into you on the way to the living room. He gets close enough so you could get a whiff of his perfume, his lips suddenly at eye level. It knocks everything else out of your brain.

“Stop being so nice to me or I might misunderstand and do something stupid,” you warn him, clinging to the last bit of your self-restraint desperately, pushing lightly at his chest before turning towards the kitchen. Jeez, you need more drinks before you kiss him in front of everyone.

The rest of the party is a blur. When you wake up, you only remember faintly that somebody tucked you in bed, brushing the hair out of your forehead with careful hands. You also remember Sungho’s closeness, his hold on your arm and the color on his cheeks. You remember being a bit shameless. You groan into your pillow.

“Your boyfriend brought you hungover soup while you were sleeping,” Jiheon says with a smirk when you finally get out of bed and visit the kitchen to eat something.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you mutter but smile at the cute post-it note Sungho left on the plastic food container.

“Well, he certainly acted like one yesterday,” your roommate taunts and proceeds to tell you how Sungho made sure you drank enough water and ate some snacks between shots and he also helped clean up after sending everybody home. It’s embarrassing because you should have been acting like a proper host and he should have had fun, not the other way around.

When you open your messages, you see Sungho inquiring about your hangover. You tell him that you’re alright, say sorry for being a mess and thank him for his help as well as for the food. Sungho being the best boy he is says you have nothing to be embarrassed about and he’s happy to help. Argh, so damn nice all the time.

Next week, it’s weird during class. You’re both professional, so the presentation goes well but it’s painfully awkward afterwards. You don’t talk if it’s not for a quick apology when your hands accidentally touch. You would like nothing more than to run away and hide because you know it’s your fault but Sungho doesn’t let you.

“Actually, can we talk?” He asks, straightforward, when you make a weak excuse of meeting up with Jiheon for lunch after class. You hesitate and looking at the earnest look on his face, you decide to bite the bullet and follow Sungho out of the building to a green part of the campus, away from unwanted curious eyes.

“If it’s about how I acted at the party, I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” you blurt out because you can’t take the silence anymore. Even though your memories are hazy, you remember enough to know you said things without a filter.

But Sungho blinks at your sudden sorry, visibly taken aback and confused.

“Uhm, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” he mumbles and fixes the collar of his shirt, a nervous little habit. “Sure, I was surprised but not uncomfortable. I just… I’ve never been good at being on the receiving end of things like that.”

“Oh, good thing then that I only talk my mind when I drink and not all the time when I think about it,” you let out a little laughter to lighten up the mood but Sungho’s eyes widen.

“So you… did you really mean those things?”

Oh, did he think only drunk you thought that he was perfect and good-looking? Just because you tried hard not to be shameless and tell him all that daily?

“Well, yeah, I think you are handsome all the time,” you admit because really, at this point why would you deny it? It’s not the most embarrassing thing you could have said.

“Oh, thanks,” Sungho scratches the back of his neck, pink blush spreading over his cheeks and yet there’s something shiny and hopeful in his eyes as he looks at you from under his lashes, all coy. “But I meant the part about liking me? And um, doing something stupid?”

Oh. My. God.

You’re rendered speechless because you had no idea you said all those things out loud and your surprise must be written all over your face because Sungho shifts his weight from one leg to another.

“It’s okay if it was only the alcohol talking but I kind of hope it wasn’t. Because I like you and I wouldn’t mind doing stupid things with you,” he finishes off a bit playful, a smile tugging at his lips to hide his nervousness and you are so endeared.

“Yeah?” You mumble, hopeful and so stupidly in love.

“Yeah,” Sungho confirms and giddy, you step closer to press a brief peck onto his reddened cheek.

“That’s a relief because I like you a whole lot actually,” you whisper, feeling lucky like a romance novel heroine.

BONUS

Sungho has cute, pink and lilac clips in his dark hair so his bangs wouldn’t get in the way. He has his eyes closed while you apply the last layer of eyeshadow, a sprinkle of golden. You lean back to admire your handiwork, content. You knew he would look good in makeup. He looks gorgeous barefaced and all but what can you do? You are just a girl who loves pretty things and your boyfriend is the prettiest.

“Beautiful,” you whisper against his heart-shaped plump lips before pressing your own lips against them in a short kiss, careful not to ruin your work.

You can feel Sungho’s grip tighten on your waist when you pull back, his strong arms securing you in place so you feel safe and stable in his lap, and he blinks his eyes open a little dazed.

“You taste like strawberry,” he says absentmindedly and you let out a giggle, grazing your thumb against the smeared lip gloss on his mouth that transferred from yours.

“Now we both do,” you hum and lean in to kiss him again just because you can. His smile tastes the sweetest of them all against your lips.

[heytherelysia]

hsr charas as (sterotypical filipino) highschool students

i was gonna leave it with sampo but i could not resist writing the rest. this is so silly please AAUHGUAH

sampo's the type of guy to tell you "gimme a kiss first" when you ask him for a favor.

bronya as the class president who breaks down when the class won't settle down and be quiet. seele is the one to comfort her and scold the class for making bronya cry, eventually rendering the room dead beat quiet.

serval brings an acoustic guitar to school every day, strumming and sometimes singing during recess. pela is quick to sit beside serval during recess.

dan heng sits either in the window seats or at the back of the class. the type of guy to constantly cover his mouth with a handkerchief. like serval, he only reads when it's recess or when a teacher is not present.

march 7th who pretends that the dustpan in her hand is a selfie stick. going from classmate to classmate as she raises her 'selfie stick', "cheese!". her camera/album is updated everyday, with a new image added for every 5 minutes or so. photos of the sky take mostly of her album.

pela watches dramas, movies, animes, and music videos when it's not class yet. you can occasionally hear her wiggling, stomping her feet, and squealing in her free time. her seatmate is not safe from pela's arm smacks when she is excited. despite that, she is also a star student — excelling in most of the subjects.

gepard as your boyfriend. a teacher's pet and an extra curriculum enjoyer like pela. it bums him that you are in separate classes with him, but he eagerly waits for you outside your classroom after class is over, offering you to let him pick up your bag and walk home with him. gepard doesn't announce his presence when waiting for you by the door but your classmates does. "(name)! your boyfriend's here!", when you hear that sentence, you prepare yourself for a bunch of loud squeals. nonetheless, gepard giggles to himself to this event.

i proudly placed geppie in a pedestal here.

[alohajun]

♡ GRADUATION CONFESSION — KIM DOYOUNG

doyoung x reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, use of petnames (princess), academic rivals to lovers, high school au, mentions of (non alcoholic) drinks, fluff, mentions of kissing | request : can i request academic rivals to lovers for doyoung but doyoung has secretly always had a crush on them and confesses the day before graduation?? thank u so much 🫶

"you have got to be kidding me. this is ridiculous."

you muttered to yourself, frowning at the rearrangement of desks in your classroom.

not thinking much of it, you searched for your name tag and took your seat. the tables were in pairs, and you couldn’t really be bothered by who your seatmate could be.

whoever it was, they’d probably distract you, and you couldn’t afford that. especially when you were graduating in a couple of months.

you needed to do your best to get good grades, and distractions were a no-no.

just as you settled into your seat, a bunch of love-struck sighs grabbed your attention. you didn’t even have to look to see who it was.

kim doyoung walked into the class, instantly getting everyone’s attention. his good looks were always the talk of the town, and it didn’t help that he was absolutely great at everything he did, either.

academics, extracurriculars; you name it, he’s an ace at it.

as you were about to go back to reading your notes, your gaze met his, sending a chill down your spine with the way he looked at you.

you looked at the desk on your side, quickly scanning the table to read the name sticker on it.

"kim doyoung," you muttered under your breath. "as i live and breathe."

you never knew exactly why you came to hate him so much. you weren’t losing to him or anything. in fact, you always came first. but the fact that he was always competing with you in everything just pissed you off till the ends of the earth.

"y/n." doyoung gave his signature smile. "lovely to see you, as always."

ugh, there was the thing you hated the most about him.

doyoung was never rude to you — even when he teased you, he had that stupid smile on his face, which made your heart skip a beat.

"i’d say the same thing," you muttered, sighing as you looked at your books. "but then i’d be lying."

doyoung chuckled. "we are gonna graduate soon, princess." he leaned his face against his hand, his gaze locked on you. "i suppose you can be a tad bit nicer to me?" he asked.

you looked at him, ignoring the way his nickname for you made you feel. "i suppose i can…" you pretended to contemplate. "but i can’t, so i won’t."

"ah … the next couple of months are gonna be great."

much to your dismay, you spent more time with kim doyoung than you’d like; be it for class projects or sports teams. wherever you went, doyoung was right behind you … or in front of you, or even beside you.

he was everywhere.

you, along with some others, were currently waiting for doyoung to arrive at the auditorium. everyone was assigned to groups for a drama club project, and oh-so-surprisingly, your academic rival was also in the same group.

just as you were about to call him, the door to the auditorium opened with a crash, revealing the brunet. "sorry, i’m late, guys! picked up a little something for y’all!" he exclaimed, running towards you with bags in his hands.

you simply took a deep breath, not wanting to waste any words to express your annoyance. "okay, let’s get started," you announced, pulling out the clipboard with all the ideas your teammates had.

"we are doing hamlet, right?" doyoung asked, mindlessly cracking open a drink bottle before handing it to you. "or have we changed plays?"

taeyoung raised his brows, the gesture seeming too natural for him. he looked at sunoo, wordlessly asking if they both saw the same thing.

you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as you took the drink from doyoung, brows furrowed as you made eye-contact with the other boys who had smug smiles on their faces.

it’s nothing like that! you looked at sunoo, shaking your head. sure, whatever you say. he grinned, looking away as he giggled.

"anything wrong?" doyoung asked, oblivious to the looks being exchanged. "sunoo? taeyoung?"

"nope, all good."

"peachy keen."

you played with your pencil as you thought about what doyoung did — and why did it bring butterflies to your stomach?

"y/n?" you jumped a little at the sudden call, dropping the pencil in your hands. "penny for your thoughts?"

"uh, yeah. hamlet sounds fine." you nodded, seeing doyoung bend to grab your pencil. "i think it’ll make a better play compared to the variations of romeo and juliet the others are doing."

unconsciously caring for the brunet, you placed your hand on the corner of the table, not wanting doyoung to hit against it while lifting his head. you continued talking, holding back an eye-roll at the way your group mates were looking at you.

"i’m only doing this to prevent him from getting a concussion," you defended yourself. "we all need to be present to do this project." you frowned.

doyoung raised his brows at your sudden outburst, not knowing what you were talking. taeyoung nodded his head towards your hand, letting him know what the conversation was about.

"oh." doyoung grinned, handing your pencil back to you. "thanks for looking out, princess."

kim doyoung smiled in adoration as he looked at you from across the room, watching you pace around nervously.

it was quite obvious now; he thought. he had the biggest crush on you, yet you were unaware of how he felt about you.

you were their class president, absolutely smart, and the prettiest girl he had ever seen. he never knew he’d have a chance with you—seeing as you barely looked his way.

but it all changed the day he came second in class, scoring just a mark lower than you. doyoung would never forget the look you gave him; it was the look that confirmed his feelings for you.

heck, who knew a glare could make someone fall in love?

from that day on, he did his best to study hard and score just enough to keep you on the edge.

with a couple of exams, club events, and sports awards, doyoung went from being the silent admirer to being noticed by you. there was never a day you didn’t frown at him, and the little banters you two had always made his day.

and with your graduation ceremony starting within the next ten minutes, kim doyoung realized that he wasn’t ready to graduate without telling you what he really felt about you.

"doyoung." your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, nervously breathing as you looked at him. "i can’t do this. there are too many people out there."

the brunet frowned, holding your shaking hands to calm you down. "hey, princess. look at me." he met your eyes. "just take a deep breath. you’ll be fine, yeah? i know it," he assured.

"what if i mess up?"

"i’ll scream to create a distraction."

you nervously bit your lip. "what if i say the wrong things?" you asked, staring at doyoung for an answer.

"that’s not possible." doyoung chuckled, shaking his head. "you are always right."

you smiled gratefully, appreciating his words, and slightly less nervous than before. "thanks, doyoung," you muttered, unconsciously swinging your hands that he held.

"can i offer a distraction?" doyoung asked, tilting his head. "it could help, or it could worsen things."

"go for it." you nodded. "i’m down for any sort of distraction."

before you could comprehend what was happening, doyoung leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it was a short yet sweet kiss, eliciting a shocked hum from you.

"i like you, y/n. heck, call it love even," doyoung stated, hands cupping around your face. "and i’m sorry i had to confess it like this, but i didn’t know what else to do."

you felt as if a thousand butterflies were released in your stomach. "i like you too, doyoung," you stated, getting a surprised look from him. "i guess a couple of months were enough to make me realise that." you smiled.

"ah, princess … you have no idea how long i wanted to hear those words from you."

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[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

this is such a belated self-rec but i've been thinking about Stars on Ice again. does anyone ever spend so long working on a fic they start to hate it and then come back later and realize it kinda ate? like i hated it by the time the last chapter went up but i've gotten a few notifs recently praising it and i was like was it actually that good? so i went back and read it and actually not to stroke to my own ego it was fuckin good!

Intro? ate.

It was 9 AM and Sirius was already exhausted. He’d been awoken at the asscrack of dawn - pre-dawn, actually - by Regulus banging on his hotel door and yelling, “I’m defending my title of National Champion in four hours , Siri, we need to move!” And Sirius, ever the devoted big brother/coach/choreographer that he was, had dutifully dragged himself from the warmth and comfort of his bed to trail after him. 

dialogue? ate.

“Close your mouth, Reggie, you’ll catch flies,” sniped Sirius from next to him. Regulus whipped around to scowl at him. “Is your plan to sleep this whole flight? Do you even care ?” Sirius’ face hardened, but Regulus didn’t back down. James turned in his seat to poke at his seatmate, who was also asleep. “ Remus ,” he hissed. “ Get involved .” A small groan told them when he was awake. Sirius’ head whipped around at the noise, brotherly drama temporarily forgotten. After a sniff and a few shuffling noises, a hand popped up over the edge of the seat, holding two chocolate bars. Then, in a grumble, “Can whatever you’re fighting over please wait until we’re on solid ground again?”

pandalily interlude? think about it every day actually

“Some people might call you a control freak, but you’re not, in the traditional sense. You want to be controlled.” She watched Lily’s face as it took on something more guarded, uncertain.  “But you don’t like the expectations that are attached,” Pandora continued. “You don’t want to be remote controlled from a pedestal. You want to be led through the mud by a leash.”

anyways. read your old writing it's not as much of a mess as you think it is. also go read Stars on Ice if you wanna read some gay disasters on ice

[ratatatastic]

do you also think about how hesistant swaggy benny and monty were to name ekky as the worst seatmate on the teamplane do you think they love their buddy so much and know how whiny and insufferable he is gonna be about this they didnt want to say but they have to do you think ekky was a little drama queen about it do you-

[womanofwords]

Song Inspiration

"OK, class, your music project is to write a song," Mr Chord instructed.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Richie sighed. "What do I even think about for something like that?"

"I hate everything about this," Tyler sighed. "Stupid music class, stupid assignment, and stupid you, Richie."

"What did I do?" Richie stammered. "Come on, Tyler."

"You were a moron, that's what you did, Richie," Tyler sneered.

Silently simmering, this gave Richie an idea.

He knew exactly what he was going to write his song about.

(PAUSE)

Leading up to the deadline, Richie watched Tyler for song inspiration. The way he'd pop his zits in class, the way he'd tell teachers that he 'talked to the class' and everyone wanted extra homework, the way he'd try to get him sent to the principal's office for every little thing.

He also frequented the same places Tyler would unwittingly stumbling across some serious tea.

"Tyler, you're done," the president of the study club firmly said to Tyler.

"WHAT?! What did I even do to you morons?" Tyler spluttered.

"You've been rude and disruptive every time you've shown up here, and you make everyone else uncomfortable with your insults," the club president said. "This is supposed to be a safe and calm place to study, and you make people uneasy and on edge. Leave. Now."

"Ugh! First the science club, then the drama club, and now you guys!" Tyler threw his hands up and stormed off.

Tyler's been kicked out of the science club, the drama club, and now the study club? Richie's eyes gleamed with inspiration. I've got to use this.

(PAUSE)

"OK, class, now hand in your songs for me to " Mr Chord droned, as everyone handed in their songs. Richie put up his hand. "Yes, Richie?"

"I'd like to perform mine," Richie said.

"Really?" Mr Chord was surprised, but that soon gave away to joy. "Oh, of course! Come on up, Richie!"

Richie came up with his lyrics, gulping as he stared down his classmates. "Here goes," he whispered to himself.

When I first got here, I thought this place was so cool But that was because I'd never been to a school But as reality settled and time progressed I started to like this place less and less Like this place less and less

"Good job, Richie!" Mr Chord encouraged.

My homework is piling up, and the food is obscene And the other kids are oh so mean And just to add insult to painful injury My seatmate Tyler is the worst teacher's pet in history In history

"What?!" Tyler spat out his drink in shock, as the class giggled. "Richie, you moron!"

Every time he gets a zit, he pops it like a bubble Whenever there's homework, he asks for double He's always always trying to get me into trouble Oh, that boy is so mean So mean

"Stop him! Somebody stop him!" Tyler yelled.

I don't know why anybody lets him act this way If I acted like he does, I'd have a ticket one-way To an island boot camp where you do sit ups all day But it seems for some reason, that he's here to stay And I say no way No way

"Finally, the truth!" someone cheered.

And let me just say that my opinion is shared And you never knew 'cause you never cared To change your personality and know where you went wrong And that is why I sing this song The science nerds kicked you out The drama geeks bid you adieu Even the study club wanted rid of you It is quite obvious, you're way out of line But I can't list all the ways because there's not enough time You're out of line

The class was having fun with this, much to Tyler's horror.

There's truly nothing about you that anyone can like So why don't you just take a hint and get on your bike Cause I am so done So truly done To deal with you, I'd need to have the patience of a nun But that's ran out, I have to shout, Make like a bird and migrate south I don't want to hear you open your giant mouth Because I am truly done!

Richie finished his song to rapturous applause, while Tyler stormed out in a huff.

Mission accomplished.

[tqngerine]

stay in the middle — profiles: drama kids

SYNOPSIS: Huening Kai would do anything for his best friend Taehyun, and this one small favor is no exception. It appears that Kai’s fellow campus journalist Y/N has caught his attention, and Taehyun needs help connecting to them. Befriending someone outside of his small social circle wasn’t something Kai did often, but he comes to find that it’s easy to get close to Y/N—maybe even getting a little too close.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Y/N [yns_pen]

Features writer for student publication The Hybe Times, member of the theater club, and overall life romanticizer. When they’re not busy fulfilling any of these roles, they’re laughing with Soobin and Beomgyu or scribbling down ideas wherever. Their friends like to joke about how their hand is permanently glued to a pen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Soobin [binniebunny]

Currently living the theater kid dream as a former big Hamilton fan (don’t tell anyone, though, he has a hot campus crush persona to keep up). Although he often teases, his friends find it comfortable to seek his advice because of how amiable his personality is. The de facto leader of the group.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Beomgyu [beombeombeom]

The group’s designated initiator of plans and #1 cookie consultant. A silly goofy man, hence why people refuse to believe he can act seriously. But he can and it blows people away whenever he’s on stage. Because he’s always on the move, his energy may seem overwhelming but he’s actually truly warm and comforting.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ additional notes

The trio were formed during their first day in theater club. It started with Beomgyu whispering jokes to his seatmates and the three of them laughing at each other until the club heads scolded them. They have been inseparable since.

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[bhsiwoo]

heylo again! this is xydo (juyeon's mun) bringing you my second muse and oldest son, jeong siwoo, the owner of eternity. he's a bit more on the tragic side of my muse spectrum but i hope you love him as much as i do! read under cut for more info and hit the like button if you'd be keen to interact!

dossier / bio / plot / moodboard

BASICS !

jeong siwoo, thirty years old, a widow of three years now and the famous owner of eternity.

he is someone who knows and is well aware of his growing entrepreneurship and wealth amongst society. needless to say, he doesn't fear the main three house but that doesn't mean he wants to fuck around with them. he draws a professional line with the three houses (or basically anyone per say) and does not have any interpersonal relationships with anyone from those household, mainly because it saves him the headache of any unwarranted drama. he does however enjoy tea ceremonies hosted by yeon and is well aware of who is behind yeon but doesn't snitch due to their mutual business relationships (siwoo enjoys teas and tea ceremonies but offers no gossips. yeon gets to host his ceremonies at eternity's private room in exchange).

tw / death. he was in an arranged marriage with his now deceased wife when they were both twenty four and twenty five respectively. despite it being arranged, they were both very much in love. his belated wife passed away just roughly two years into their marriage from being medically poisoned. she was also in her fifth month term of pregnancy.

in present time, he's being pressured to remarry so that there's an heir to inherit eternity but siwoo has no plans to remarry anyone due to his deep infatuation and remorse over his belated wife. instead, he's secretly seeking for adoption of a possible heir or to bring in a mentee whom he will name as an heir. (wanted connection!)

backgrounds on eternity: siwoo was in his late seventeen when he inherited the no name hotel from his late father, leaving him an orphan as well. the no name hotel is then revamped by seventeen year old siwoo who then renamed it to be [eternity]. it's a miracle how eternity managed to get its fame that there were rumors that siwoo had been associated to shamans, people who practice dark magic/supernatural beings, or even that he lured people to his property. others have said that when a nearby prince who had been undercover/traveling to beonhwa had fallen sick, it was whatever is going on at eternity that the royalty recuperated well. no one truly had known how eternity had got its fame especially after the change in reign, and siwoo refuses to budge when prompted or asked to comment on the rumors. what matters now is that the reservation list will always be occupied and unless you know siwoo personally, one may have to wait even over a year to be able to stay at eternity for even just a day.

INTERACTIONS !

siwoo can be found in formal events amongst the main houses, or even cultural/private events that is hosted by the orchid opera houses. he hates attending formal events but has to 'show his face' out of courtesy when required, whereas he enjoys the later since his late wife was fond of performances, particularly involving traditional korean instruments. it would be nice to write a plot where he gets called out on attending formal events where he shows his disdain as much as he hides it, or alternatively if y our muse and him would somehow always be seatmates for shows at the opera house!

honorable guests at eternity. while he owns it, it doesn't necessarily mean he's there 24/7; trusting his management and staff well for things to be in control. finding him there is a sort of an honor which your muse is bestowed? casual conversation, or even attempts of flirts (for muses above twenty seven) ensues? alternatively: he gets mistaken as a guest in his own busi and your muse thinks he's a tourist, hence an impromptu travel guide around beonhwa

someone who looks up to him and wants him to be a mentor or sort (without the naming of heir part)

down the line, a possible fling or someone he has fwb with (for muses that are 27-30), will have to work on trust and chemistry for this

alternative take, your muse having a harmless crush on him that's definitely one-sided and won't be reciprocated by siwoo if you want to sign your muse up for some angst

someone he has business-to-societal benefits with. your muse who makes an appearance with him as his plus one to boost their own name/social standing while he gets insight on the main family/things that could boost eternity's standing and profit.

someone who constantly sees him by the beach alone, wondering why he comes here so often to stare at the scenery before leaving without doing anything in particular) a rather personal angst plot which involves talks of death

someone who thinks of him as a friend? and alternatively, a take where they no longer are friends especially after his late wife passed.

maybe someone who visually resembles his wife a lot and that makes him delirious in a way? (don't particularly need to be a romance connection) but will def go for the angst route

someone from the main house that he works with for a mutual benefit relationship with between siwoo helping the house and them helping with eternity's fame and profit

[iviorienne]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓?

Genre : romance?

Warnings : swearing.

OTL; DOWHA BAEK X OC!READER

► in which the 'i—hate—people' typa person caught the attention of the campus crush??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 dramatic day. I sighed irritatedly as I rubbed my eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to get my juicy ass off of my heavenly bed. Why must I leave this precious thing alone... Fuck school.

I groaned while I stretched my limb letting out a small hum in satisfaction once I heard a small '𝘱𝘰𝘱'. I scratch my bum as I walked to my mirror to look at my 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 self, well, not so fabulous self yet.. I look like shit in the morning wtf?

I chuckled at my inner thoughts as I walked off of my room to start my "day".

After I finished taking a bath and putting my damned uniform on like who tf even decided to make the females wear skirt?! Why can't they wear pants like men??? Ugh, but never mind that. Need to eat and brush my teeth.

And after alllll that I went to grab my bag and left the house and also not forgetting to lock it, didn't even bother to brush my hair this morning. Eh, it doesn't even look bad even if I didn't brush it idk why, my hair is styled in a short wolfcut ,it's a bit messy right not but it'll turn fluff later.

I took out my airpods and played 'odetari's' musics ngl his music is a 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨. I held the strap of my bag as I vibe my way to school. Once I got their j was greeted by disgusting pes-...𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 laughing and giggling and such, I don't know why they have full of energy in the morning, like do they eat sugar for breakfast or smth? 𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥.

My brows furrowed as I walked past through the students, when I made it to my class I stand still for a moment in the front of my classroom door taking a deep breath as well. Welp time to face those gremlins, I sighed as I held the door and slide it open and walked in but only to be met with a.. Wall? What the fuck? Since when did.. Huh??

I groaned as I look up to the thing that is blocking my way through inside, the first thing I saw was a.. Chest.. From a male.. When I trailed my eyes further up, I was met with cold yellow ones..

I took out my airpods and stared at him "motherfuckerly". What the fuck is this guy doin here-

" do you mind? " he seems irritated? The fucking audacity???? Does this bitch know that the first door is the entrance-

Me being a morning person and all cranky in the morning, I ain't letting this mf ruin my morning further just because he's a campus crush or smth.

" yes, I mind. " I frowned at him, which it caught him by a surprise? What? Ya think I'd be drooling over you or worship you cuz because you're good lookin? Ha 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 no, I'm Y/N L/N 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘛𝘊𝘏.

" you're in 𝘮𝘺 way. " he "pointed out".

" no, technically you're in 𝘮𝘺 way because this is literally the 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. Don't you know that? "I remarked at him getting more annoyed the longer I stayed in his presence.

The students around us started to look at our direction, some where surprised that I was acting this way to the "Almighty-dowha-baek", and some were annoyed and I don't know why, eh.

" can't you just move away so this will be over? " he sighed once again. I swear I'm going to personally bitch slap this mf-

" the why dont you do the honor?since you're clearly the one who is blocking the entrance. " I had to hold myself back from calling him 'mf' or else I'd really get an unwanted drama here.

He let's out an annoyed exhale as he lives away from the door. Ha, that's what I fucking thought.

" 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 you. " I sarcastically said as I walked inside not sparing a glance at him, but I can feel his gaze burning in the back of my head though. Lmao did I hurt his pride? Deserve.

Finally my seat, I dropped my bag beside my desk as I flopped myself in my seat as I inspired back my airpods into my ear. My peace was 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺 interrupted by my nosy ass seatmate, Hiera Kim.

Bitch can't everyone leave me alone for a SECOND?!?

I took a deep inhale before taking out my pods again and glared at her.

" what? "

" wow girl chill, no need to bite " she laughed. Bitch I will chomp and swing bite you like a mad dog if you do NOT leave me not the fuck alone or if this is not worth it to disturb my peace like that.

I narrowed my eyes at her waiting for her to give the reason on why she's disturbing me like this.

" 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘵𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦.. " I heard her mumble which made a vein pop into my forehead indicating to her that I will not hold myself back any further if she continued wasting my time like this.

She sweatdrop at the aura I'm giving before clearing her throat as she spoke.

" ok so, what was that earlier? "She asked.

" what was what 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘮. " I groaned telling her to be specific on what she tryna say.

" you know,that, the door thing, duh? " oh.

" what about it? "I sighed as I pushed back my bangs from my face and fixing it.

" are you serious right now? Do you even know who you bumped into? " she asked as if I was the idiot person in this room right now.

" yes and I don't gives two fuck, blue fucks, yellow fucks, pink fucks, about it. Now leave me alone. " I grumbled.

" girl- seriously you need to watch your attitude, that boy you've bumped into is the DOWHA BAEK, the hottest and popular guy in school? The boy who's like live in a luxurious life? An idol trainee?? " She started listing off on this baek life which I don't really care about.

" and? It's not like he's a God to make me on my knees and worship him, he's just a mere boy who is blessed with good features and nothing less. " I rolled my eyes at her.

Our litter quarrel went on for a moment and unknown to us, the certain blond just came back and heard our conversation.. Including the "mere boy who is just blessed with good features".

And for the first time in Dowha's life, he felt he's final seen as just a person in just that sentence.

Class went on terrible, especially math what tf. I hate them. I groaned as I started to prepare for our last period which is gym. Welp, here goes my energy.

Today at gym we did Dodge ball and then laps and any physical activity shit that made me all drained and tired. Nevermind Gym period is my number one loathed class.

I once where done I was about to leave the gym when this mf old geezer literally assigned me to clean the gym. I swear I will be the death of this geezer.

I growled as I yanked my bag back to the ground and angrily started to out the balls back to the baskets they sweep the floor. Once I was done with the floor I took the basket of balls and then placed them to the storage room. I was a bout to leave the place when I heard a light snore behind the boxes.

What-

Curiosity taking over me, I quietly walked over to the source of the noice and only to see the sleeping pretty boy, dowhak.

If I was like the other girls I wound me swooning and drooling over this sleeping dowha but hah no. I'm mad furious, this bitch literally slept here and left me to clean this mess up ALONE? ha this mf is aboutta taste hell.

I smirked devilishly as I come of a plan to wake this mf up.

I looked around the storage room to find anything good to use to wake this mf up when my eyes caught something good. I felt my smirk got bigger as I took the bottles and walked over to the make.

I stared down at him as I opened the kid of three eater bottle as I mercilessly pour down the water into him.

His eyes snapped open as he sprang out from his position. Oh and this mf also had a blanket? Wow.

He breath heavily fromthe shock as his head snapped into my direction. His gaze darkens, glaring at him for disturbing his sleep.

" what was that for? " he growls as she wiped his face with his shirt.

" to wake you up, duh? " I answered as I placed back the bottles on the boxes.

" can't you just woke up like a normal person instead of literally pouring a water to me? " hah damn he's pissed but idc.

" well I guess I'm not normal. Now get your ass up and help me mop the floor. " I glared at him which he glared back before standing up and shaking his head splashing me some of the droplets from his hair.

" hey! Watch it! " I growled at him before handing him the mop.

" whatever. " he grumbled as he yanked the mop from my hand rudely. Mf.

We both took out a bucket of water and left the storage room as was started to mop the gym.

The cleaning was real quite, but not awkward, but I'm still pissed at him.

" so.. " he started. Huh didn't know that water got into his brain for him to actually start a conversation at me.

" what. "

" I'm just wondering. " please don't tell me he's going to pull off that "hey-cutie-wanna-go-out? " like popular guys do, because I swear I'm going to rock his shit hard.

" no. "

" ha? " his brows are furrowed.

" what? " oh so that's not it.

" what- "

" shut ho and get on with it. " i cut him off feeling relieved that he isn't going to pull that thing off but also embarrassed because I assumed.

He cleared off his throat as she started to speak.

" so.. Aren't you like, going crazy or feeling blessed right now? " what.

I looked at him as if he was crazy.

" why would I? If anything I'm very much unlucky to be cleaning the mess I made plus being stuck here with you. "I groaned.

He quirked a brow at me also looking a bit offended that I find his presence a nuisance.

" well.. I don't know, you act so differently to me. " ohhh so does this guy think like I'm gonna drool and swoon because I'm in a room with him. Alone? Well in his dreams.

" what do you mean? " I asked as I proceed to mop the floor not even bothering to look at him.

" I mean, normally they would all go crazy in something like this. Plus would even let it slide and just let me go and do this by their self because "they don't want me to get tired" or "get dirty". " he explained.

" well sucks to you, I ain't that type of person. " I rolled my eyes.

" ... "

He went quiet again for a moment before speaking again.

" aren't you overwhelmed? " he asked one again. I sighed as I finally looked at his direction.

" by what? Your so called-handsome-face-? Or being attacked by your crazy girls. " I scoffed at him. But strangely he looked.. Relieved? Why?

" well I'm glad. " what?

" I don't want to spend my time listening to girl rant on why should I be their boyfriend or why should I hangout with them. Or them asking if do I actually live in a luxurious life. It hurts my ear hearing the same thing. "He chuckled. He seems genuine.

I stared at him for a while watching him chuckles. I think I misjudge him?

And after that, we actually got a decent conversation. About him disliking the attention and also him hating the fact that grown people kept pestering him to join the company and such. And he also confessed something that I never thought he would.

" actually.. Im not the man who's every one is expecting. " he confessed.

" huh? "I tilted my head trying to process on what he's trying to say. He took a deep inhale and the exhale before continuing his sentence.

" I.. Don't live in a luxurious life, I don't have those expensive stuff or anything that everyone is telling about me. " he confessed.

" soo.. You're like a fraud? " I furrowed my brows at him. He snapped his head into my direction as he shook his head.

" no no no, it's nothing like that, really.. " he sighed. "His can I put this.. " he started to jumble over his words trying to find the correct word to describe his situation.

With just by looking at him, seeing his frustration with how he's trying to say.. I finally understand him.

" oh, so.. You just didn't said anything because you didn't want to lie, you also didn't deny it because you're afraid that people won't see you like on their expectations that you're afraid to not be seen and be accepted. That's why you didn't said anything and just let them believe on what their believing, that's what. " and with that he froze.

He slowly looked at me with wide eyes with his mouth slight parted. He gulped before nodding his head slowly. He was speechless that a girl like her, the outcast of the school was able to figure a guy who is popular like him in just by looking and listening.

I smiled at him genuinely before chuckling.

" if that's the actual reason then don't worry, I'm not that shit of a person to dislike you because you aren't the person I'm expecting you to be. I get what you're trying to say, I also understand the feeling of fear of someone not accepting you because you didn't matched with their expectations. I mean, we're just humans. You're just a human, a boy, and more importantly, a teenage boy who just wanted to be seen by 𝘩𝘪𝘮 not by how he looks like, right? "He didn't said anything but he remains on looking at him in shock, then I started to feel guilt that I literally exposed him like that-

" oh- did I go far? I'm sorry you can forget everything I said-im sorry- "

" no.... N-no it's.. Ok, I guessed I am shock, but very happy that, someone finally see me. "He smiled genuinely.

" oh.. Yeah-ok " I chuckled , suddenly the mop looks interesting.

" you know, you aren't that bad actually. "

I looked at him to see him smiling.. Genuinely, genuinely happy.

" yeah.. Same as you, I thought you are like one of those egoistic "popular-boys" "I laughed softly which he also laughed along. He then bring his hand on the nap of his neck as he scratched it awkwardly as he glance to his side with an awkward smirk.

" well I guess I am like that- but i promise I'm not a jerk like them. "He chuckled.

" yeah, sure. " I smiled. I guess I really did misjudge him.

" so.. Y/N is it? " wow I'm surprised this boy knew my name with his popularity.

" yeah, Y/N L/N. " I smiled. " I already know you soo.. Yyyeah.. "I awkwardly chuckled.

" well you at least deserve a decent introduction.. " he chuckled as he held out his hand in front of me.

" Dowha Baek. " he smiled.

" Y/N L/N. " I smiled back as I accepted his hand shake.

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