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tanzen is very funny actually
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#potatart#tanzen#zenitsu agatsuma#tanjiro kamado#zentan#<- i like writing it like that too#it spunds like sun tan :]#LISTEN. I IMAGINE INOTANZEN FYNAMIC IS#inosuke ← likes tanjiro but does not realize it#tanjiro ← likes zenitsu but does not realize this#was reading the manga and was surprised at how many times tanjiro just randomly starts thinking about zenitsu#maybe not “random” random but like#zenitsu kinda wormed his way into tanjiros mind. in my eyes. and tanjiro just does not question it#also tanjiro is just so nice to everyone its really cute#“flattery will get you nowhere tanjiro!!!” said while smiling and giggling and hugging a pillow kicking his feet in the air
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Updated ref for Pilot :33333
#pacman ghost patch is from her wife#smiles#kicks my feet in the air#art#digital art#my art#Pilot#ref#artists on tumblr#oc artist#oc art#lesbian#Butch
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#I'm actually giggling and kicking my feet in the air#twirling my hair#I smiled so big when I saw this DHMU#i need to eat him actually#i need him CARNALLY#vinesauce#vinesauce vinny#vinny vinesauce#sneegsnag
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i wanted to take a break and just draw some fluffy lightbrush
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they make me goofy smile
#inanimate insanity#ii lightbulb#ii paintbrush#lightbrush#get urself such a pretty jf u would confess to crimes#joke#kicks my feet in the air#still doing gymlder lb styuff#i just needed a bit of a breather#i really just like drawing smiles like that right now#OOOFthis is queued but while im thping this#im so sleepy#aagahh#i thjink i am insomniac#feat. my persona#i draw her so squishy
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HEAR ME OUT GUYS what if i draw mako kissing jamison’s birthmarks
#shut up jules#roadrat#me when i have birthmarks which makes me smile and kick my feet in the air#deleting later
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i've been watching the prevue of jawan an unhealthy number of times
#the only thing making me smile these days#also that one guy crying from fear what a great actor#if THE SHAH RUKH KHAN was playing a crazy villain again and without hair on his head i'd just giggle and kick my feet in the air#also shahrukh ne bola hai prevue bolo to abhi sabko isse “prevue” hi bolna padega OKAY?#SRK crisis hours#bollywood#jawan
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⭐️ Rewatched Smiling Friends again ⭐️
#charlie dompler#smiling friends#smiling friends fanart#adult swim#euncuhceuneduendejnde giggling and kicking my feet in the air ✨✨✨✨#fanart#procreate#procreate art#proshippers dni#✨art tag✨
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I'm withholding comment until episode 10 but IS ANYONE STILL ALIVE AFTER EPISODE 9???
#the way i squeal then scream then kicking my feet in the air#and then turns to giggling and smiling widely like a fool#and then laughing my ass off#and then afraid#bitch this drama is no fantasy romcom#it has everything really#my demon#sbs my demon#my demon netflix#song kang#kim yoo jung#jeong guwon#do dohee#dowon couple
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The Vampire Diaries
If I've heard of it before: oh yes, i actually watched the first 2 or 3 episodes when it first aired on the CW back when i was maybe a sophomore in high school? i didn't stick with it but i had friends that did and they were INVESTED
If I would watch it: i feel like i might like it! my wife started watching it a couple months back and abandoned it but only because one of their cooking shows came back on the air, lmao!
If I know any of the actors: i know of nina dobrev from a few of her smaller more random roles and also because she's beautiful, and i know that ian guy is married to nikki reed from thirteen & twilight. otherwise i don't think i know anyone else from anything!
gimme a show, any show!
#macy babbles#ask games#darlingian#HI CHANI did you know your icon makes me smile and kick my lil feet in the air like a middle school girl with a silly crush?#he's perfect and that's a fact
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To the person who reblogged with those long super nice tags
SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU SHAKING Y
reblogs like these absolutely make me ascend. Im glad my art which i was also emotionally invested in making made u feel things <33
#i giggle and kick my feet up in the air every time#i read most reblogs that come in my notifs nd i smile looking at them :))#fruit talks
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IM FUCKING SCREAMING RIGHT NOW
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#royal margarine cookie#im giggling n smiling n kicking my feet in the air#MY BBG FINALLY CAME HOME
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"Yua...She wouldn't say that...Not at all..."
#eris.art~!#yttd#your turn to die#kimi ga shine#yttd oc#sou hiyori#*kicks feet in the air* they're so annoying#not my dumbass just swooning over how i drew midori LMAO#boy why are you using character ai to live out your wildest fantasies ( yua smiling at him and loving him )
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this was wayy cuter than i had imagined 😖😖😖 the way he thinks about her and remembers the littlest things about her GOD YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB 😭 THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS ❤️❤️
im actually starting uni soon and i rlly hope this type of love finds me 🙏🏻🙏🏻
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!taesan x reader, GENRE; fluff, romance, uni!au, one shot, WC; 5.9k, WARNING(S); profanity, alcohol consumption, ASK; maybe you cld write a scenario for bnd's taesan? where he's in university and he meets the reader, A/N; for @dendrobiumorchid, hey! hey... it's been a long time since you sent this request in... i finally caught the writer's wind to write it. i don't know if it fully captures what you wanted, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless because i loved writing it heh. }
taesan sighed. a new semester. the last one was hardly kind to him. he knew mechanical engineering was going to be a difficult major. he thought, at the very least, he’d enjoy the college experience. but, no… meche was leeching away at his very soul. when will he catch a break?
soon, apparently.
first day of class and everyone was buzzing with excitement, fresh off the break sharing vacation stories and whatnot. they were so loud. his break was just him working, spending a few days of the holiday with family, working, contemplating whether or not engineering was for him, and… you guessed it. working.
he trudged into the lecture hall, the strap of his backpack barely hanging onto his shoulder, and sat himself in the back. because it was a required course, the class was full. more people filed in, sitting any spot that they could find.
the professor strode in, silencing the crowd with an authoritative tap on the microphone. a syllabus and a couple of slides later, taesan’s eyes briefly flickered to the creaky doors opening. he watched as you hurried in, windswept hair, silently apologizing to your professor before making your way to a seat.
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you groaned. you could not have had a worse start to your semester. you barely managed to make it back to campus this morning after your flight was continuously delayed. you planned to come the day before so you could situate yourself a little, but all you had time to do was chuck your suitcases in your room and sprint to class. not to mention, tabling for the semester had started and everyone was trying to get people to join their orgs. usually, you’d stop and listen intently, but today was not that day. the tablers thought otherwise though. not one, not two, but three people stopped on your mad dash to class.
are you interested in joining ballroom dancing? not really! sorry! i’m late to class!
would you like to join women in stem? i would but can’t right now! late!
do you wanna donate to sigma alpha epsilon? NO! can’t you see i’m fucking late?
oops. you felt bad (not really). you’re usually a very polite person. today was just not your day.
you managed to find your lecture hall, only 10 minutes late. you tried to open the doors silently, except they had no plans to stay silent. the squeaky hinges alerted your professor that you arrived. you sheepishly bowed, trying to convey your apology, before trying to find a seat. a seat in this full lecture. wow. this was awkwa— oh! there’s a seat!
your eyes met another’s. instinctually, you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet as you made your way to the empty seat.
since it was in the middle of the row and you didn’t feel like crawling over all those poor people, you climbed all the way to the back of the room. when you got behind the empty seat, you noticed a backpack on it. you looked at the girl on the right and saw her backpack by her feet. so, you safely assumed it was the guy on the left’s. you crouched down and tapped his shoulder. he glanced over, meeting your eyes. oh shoot. it was the guy you made awkward eye contact with.
“i’m so sorry, but do you mind if i sit here?” you whispered. he just nodded and removed his backpack, turning back to his notes.
you dropped your backpack in front of the seat and stiffly climbed over, careful to not kick anyone’s head. once you plopped in your seat, you quickly got your laptop out, taking notes over what your professor was currently speaking about.
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a wildly awkward entrance. an even more awkward attempt at silently getting into the seat beside him. taesan wanted to laugh. not at you, persay. there he sat thinking that his life sort of sucked, but then you came in. flushed and looking a bit out of place. as sorry as it might be, he found some comfort in your misfortune.
at the end of the lecture, taesan felt the tension leave your body—or rather, saw—when your body melted in the seat and you threw your head back with a groan. while he packed up his pencil case, he caught you scrolling through the lecture pdf, trying to see what you missed. he could offer you his notes. taesan looked down at his notebook… maybe not. he doubted that you’d be able to read it.
before he could make up his mind, you slammed your laptop shut and shoved it in your backpack. you followed the rest of the stragglers out of the lecture hall, leaving taesan to retract his hand and close his mouth with words left unsaid.
now, taesan didn’t give you much thought after that. why would he? he didn’t know you. but, you did start appearing in his head after he noticed that you kept sitting by him for the following lectures. like you were assigned that seat.
you weren’t late anymore. sometimes, you were even earlier than him. this led to the two of you sharing polite nods and pleasant smiles but nothing more. until a month in.
he knew from the syllabus that grading was divided between attendance, exams, and partner projects. was he looking forward to those projects? absolutely not. he hated them. people inevitably got distracted and couldn’t manage their own pace.
by the end of lecture, he was paired with some guy named jaehyun for the first partner project. the guy seemed great. a little too social for his liking, though. in taesan’s mind, overly social people tended to be less committed to completing their part of the project. so, he mentally prepared himself to do the majority of it by himself.
but, taesan also found himself a bit disappointed. he didn’t have anyone that he would have preferred over jaehyun—he didn’t know anyone in that class—but he was curious about you. he’s seen how you take notes. you followed the lecture and put in your own comments between content notes, little things here and there that personalized your learning. he admired it. so much so, taesan started doing it himself. he wondered what your name was…
taesan didn’t have to wonder for too long. in the middle of one of his and jaehyun’s meetups, you came bouncing along.
“hey, myungjae!” you smiled. that was new. the only facial expressions taesan had ever seen on you was confusion, despair, and frustration. this… this was a nice change.
jaehyun waved back with a big grin. “well, if it isn’t the queen herself, miss y/n.”
taesan noted your name, saying it a couple of times in his head. it was a nice name. it suited you.
you rolled your eyes and gave him a smack on the shoulder. “stop calling me that. literally no one else calls me that.”
“i’d beg to differ.” jaehyun wiggled his finger at you. “leehan calls you that all the time.”
“that’s only because i feed his fish when he’s at work,” you replied. you glanced at taesan curiously before recognition bloomed on your face. “hey! you’re the guy that i sit next to in class.”
taesan awkwardly smiled. “ya… i’m taesan.”
“y/n,” you nodded back, returning his smile with the same cordial one you give him in class. (darn. taesan felt disappointment when you didn’t give him the same smile as jaehyun. why was he disappointed?) you turned your focus back to jaehyun. “i didn’t know you knew taesan.”
“we’re partners for the partner project!”
you blinked. “what partner project?”
jaehyun sighed, giving you a flat look. “the one in class?”
one. two. three. four. five—
“holy shit! you’re in that class too?” you exclaimed with wide eyes.
jaehyun clutched his chest, throwing himself to the side. “my queen doesn’t perceive me. she doesn’t even know we share a class together.”
taesan watched as you wrestled jaehyun, who was being dramatic and acting like you were actually hurting him. you were a brighter person outside of class, knowledge that taesan wouldn’t have been privy to if it weren’t for this partner project. taesan found himself smiling at your light laughs and quips about jaehyun’s airheadedness. he glanced at the time. shoot. he had to go to work.
“sorry,” taesan said as he packed up his stuff. “i gotta head out, but we can text about the rest of the stuff.”
you pulled away from jaehyun, letting the poor guy catch his breath. “oh my— i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize that i was bothering you guys for that long.”
taesan waved nonchalantly. “it’s okay. this was more of an impromptu, just to iron out some details. we were practically done when you came.”
you pouted. cute. cute? cute? taesan internally froze. you were cute?
whatever you said after, he didn’t catch. his mind was currently scrambling about how he found someone (you) cute. he subconsciously nodded at whatever you were saying and made his leave, making an excuse that he was about to be really late. as he hurried away, he heard you tell jaehyun. “maybe he doesn’t like boba.”
funny you should say that. he was on his way to his job… which was making boba.
as taesan sealed the drink he was currently making, his thoughts drifted back to you. the girl that sat next to him during class. the girl that he academically admired enough to copy her notetaking style. the girl that very awkwardly made an appearance in his life. the girl he found cute.
after he called out the drink, he turned and groaned, leaning on his coworker, woonhak. “woonhak, i think my years are getting to me.”
woonhak, his junior by two years, patted him on the head. “you are getting old, man. but, don’t worry. i hear that the standard of living for old people is getting higher.”
taesan whipped his head up and punched woonhak’s shoulder. as the younger man whined and rubbed his shoulder, taesan rinsed the dishes in the sink.
“okay, i’ll bite. what makes you say that?” woonhak asked.
taesan shook his hands before wiping away the excess water off with a rag. “there’s this girl—”
“a girl!?” taesan’s glare silenced woonhak’s exaggerated gasp.
“i knew her—well, not really—but i finally met her and… i found her cute…” taesan trailed off, putting away the refrigerated items left on the counter.
“hold on. you found a girl cute,” woonhak tilted his head. “and that’s why i became a victim of violence? dude, it’s normal to find people attractive.”
“i know. it’s just that i’ve been knowing her. she sits next to me in class. it’s just… i didn’t think of her as anything until i knew her name,” taesan murmured.
woonhak stroked his chin. “names are a powerful kind of magic.”
taesan stared at woonhak blankly before sighing. “you’ve been playing d&d too much.”
woonhak’s cheeks puffed out, his defense bubbling in his throat before he noticed the customer at the register. he turned to them and put on his brightest smile. “hi! what can i get you today?”
taesan moved beside woonhak to hear the order when he heard his name from a familiar voice. “taesan?”
he looked up and saw you. you brightened when you saw that you were right. “you work here?”
at that moment, he thanked his barber for accidentally leaving the sides of his hair long because he knew the tips of his ears were beginning to redden. “oh, hey. ya, i do.”
“i guess you do like boba! when you didn’t reply to my offer to buy you boba, i thought you hated it or something.” your grin was very blinding. at least to him, seeing how he was only familiar with the details of your face when you were feeling negative emotions. wait. details of your face? oh shoot. taesan was screwed.
he let out an awkward chuckle. “ya… i didn’t see a point since i work at a boba shop…” you offered to buy him boba? as an apology for interrupting his meeting with jaehyun? fuck, he didn’t hear that.
“oh… well! how about i buy you food instead? i feel really bad about the whole—”
“no! it’s okay. really…”
you blinked at his interjection and then laughed. “well, you can’t stop me from tipping you then. you do get your tips, right? i heard some owners don’t give their employees the tips.”
woonhak gasped. “are you serious?”
you nodded earnestly. “my friend, leehan, doesn’t get the tips because he gets paid a flat rate. it’s stupid, really. so, i just venmo him the tip.”
“that’s diabolical. that should be illegal,” woonhak sighed with a shake of his head.
you hummed in agreement before looking up at the menu. “do you mind if i order?”
“oh, not at all!” woonhak’s hand hovered the screen. while you were still contemplating your order, taesan braved taking a glance at your face. what details was he remembering?
your overall face did seem happier than what he was used to in class. you seemed lighter. the corners of your lips weren’t downturned like usual, quirked the slightest bit upward as you pouted. your tired eyes were brighter, glistening almost, like they held more life. usually, you looked dead, focusing on the lecture and your notes. your hair was more kempt, though he did find himself liking the messy updos you did in class.
“and will that be all?” woonhak’s voice broke his train of thought. taesan blinked. he missed your entire order. he looked at the pos and saw an oolong milk tea with grass jelly. coincidentally, his favorite drink. it’s like fate— no. he is not letting himself get delusional.
he forced himself to make the drink quickly, handing it to you after wiping it down. you smiled at him. “see you in class!”
taesan’s gaze lingered on you as you walked away until you were out of view. he turned to woonhak who was already looking at him with a smirk.
“oh. you’ve got it bad,” woonhak laughed. he clapped in excitement and threw his arm around taesan’s shoulders. “don’t worry. i think you got a chance.”
woonhak released taesan to check how much of a tip you left. his eyes widened before he hit taesan’s arm. “dude, you definitely got a chance. she tipped $20.”
taesan gawked at the amount. you were generous. it made him smile a bit, but he schooled his expression. he couldn’t give woonhak more things to tease him about. he’d just have to thank you in class.
and he did. thank you, that is.
you just brushed him off with a smile, saying it was no big deal. but, the smile was different this time. no strain. the politeness was still there, but there was more. genuine joy. not as big as the one you gave jaehyun, but better than the one you usually gave him. it felt nice. but, with this, he was scared. what if he started craving more? like seeing you out of class? or trading numbers to compare notes? well, now that he put that into his head, taesan was definitely gonna start hoping that. stupid.
as much as he tried to stamp those feelings down, over the next few weeks, he did start seeing you more out of class. out of coincidence, of course. it started with small waves across the food hall. then, it was whenever you passed each other on campus. then, it was at jaehyun’s party.
“dude, you need to come. you literally carried the whole project. the least i could do is help you unwind this weekend.” jaehyun’s eyes were round and hopeful. it was hard to say no. so, taesan said yes.
taesan isn’t a partier though. he actually hates crowds. they’re loud, messy, and… sticky—whether it be from sweat or spilled alcohol… he dreaded to think of any other reasons. but, jaehyun reassured him. it’d be a get-together in his apartment, so the crowd won’t be too big. taesan somehow doubted it, but he still found himself going. with woonhak, of course.
“can’t believe you know the myung jaehyun and you’re inviting me to one of his parties,” woonhak said, jumping with excitement. “he only ever invites his circles and they’re all cool.”
taesan rolled his eyes as they walked to jaehyun’s apartment. “this isn’t some hallmark movie, woonhak. everyone’s normal. they aren’t any cooler than you or me.”
taesan didn’t often take back his words. he prided himself on only sharing universal facts or opinions that he firmly stood by. but, there you were, making taesan eat his words. you were off to the side behind a small dj set, mixing some of the best club mixes he’s ever heard.
woonhak bumped his shoulder, returning with two drinks in his hand. “they aren’t any cooler, huh? that’s not what your face says.” woonhak sipped his drink as taesan absentmindly took his.
you looked so free. headset wrapped around your neck, hands busy with the dials. you were the definition of cool. you just mixed girls generation’s gee into gd x taeyang’s good boy. who does that? you. you did that. and, people were eating it up, loving the build up and drop.
what he’d usually think is just loud noise, taesan found himself enjoying, grooving with woonhak who was having a blast.
“yooo! taesan! you made it!” jaehyun approached him with open arms. taesan moved his drink just out of reach before jaehyun gave him a bear hug. “i honestly wasn’t sure if you were gonna come! i was scared i got y/n’s hopes up for nothing!”
you were hoping he’d come? though taesan was smirking, internally, he was doing flips and feeling mildly shy. “apparently, i could miss the myung jaehyun’s party.”
“please! it’s just a get-together,” jaehyun said with a shrug.
taesan’s eyebrow quirked. “a get-together… with a dj?”
jaehyun glanced at you before grinning brightly. “it’s just y/n! even though her mixes are insane.”
taesan laughed before taking a sip of his drink. the burn of alcohol was slight but enough to make him recoil a bit. jaehyun laughed at his reaction. “is it strong? i told y/n to go easy on the tequila.”
at taesan’s shrug, jaehyun just patted him on the back. “come on! let’s go say hi to y/n!”
jaehyun grabbed his arm and pulled him a step forward before turning back to woonhak. “you too!” jaehyun let go of taesan to wrap his arm around woonhak’s shoulder, pulling him and taesan through the crowd. when they approached you, you were talking to another guy who was leaning a bit close for it to be a casual conversation. it made taesan squirm inside. alright, let’s calm down. she’s just your classmate.
you looked up from your conversation and yelled. “taesan! you came!”
when the guy looked put-off by you pulling away from him, taesan couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. but, there’s nothing to feel smug about. stop it. just because you were coming up to taesan right now with open arms and the world’s most blinding smile—it doesn’t mean anything. because taesan doesn’t have a crush on you.
you wrapped your arms around him and he gently returned it. you pulled away, only slightly, to look up at him. taesan could make out the slight blush—he means flush—on your cheeks. you gave him a dopey smile. “i’m glad you came! i’m a bit tipsy heh.”
as if taesan caught on fire, you jumped back and covered your gasp with your hand. “sorry! i don’t know if you’re comfortable with hugs. i should’ve asked before—”
“you’re fine, y/n.” taesan softly patted your head which made you smile again.
you turned to woonhak and pointed. “boba guy!”
woonhak sheepishly waved back when jaehyun grabbed him by the shoulders. “do you work at the boba shop?”
woonhak nodded, leaning back slightly at jaehyun’s closeness. jaehyun suddenly hugged him. “dude, you’re my new friend. i freaking love boba.”
you side-eyed jaehyun. it was a cute expression. shit. no. stop it, taesan.
you abruptly linked your arm with taesan. “well, taesan’s been my friend and he also works at the boba shop. i had an insider before you.” you stuck your tongue out at jaehyun before leaning up to whisper in taesan’s ear (which was heating up at your proximity). “i don’t want free boba or anything. i’m just competing against jaehyun.”
“ya, right. you don’t even have your friend’s number,” jaehyun scoffed, jutting his hip out sassily.
your jaw dropped. you scrambled to pull out your phone. “i’m sorry, but would you mind giving me your number?”
taesan could see woonhak smirking out of the corner of his eye. he held back his sigh. he was definitely gonna hear about this at work. he took your phone and put in his number, saving himself as taesan (seatmate). when he returned it to you, you pouted. he watched you type on your phone before you showed him your screen. taesan 🐈⬛🥳.
“you’re not just my seatmate, silly. you’re my friend!” if you grinned any wider, taesan was scared he was going to be permanently blinded. he just smiled at you and patted your head again.
“yes, ma’am,” he replied softly. your eyes crinkled and taesan didn’t know how he was still standing. he’ll finally admit it to himself. you were cute, so painfully cute.
the night continued with you and jaehyun bickering between songs, jaehyun whisking away woonhak to show him all his pokemon cards, you asking taesan a million questions about himself, and taesan returning the favor by asking “what about you?”.
by the end of the party, taesan knew that you preferred listening to soft songs over the k-pop edm that you mix. he knew that you loved feeling the sun on your face but also got really sleepy from it. he knew how you took your matcha (not coffee because you couldn’t handle how bitter it was). he knew that you couldn’t internalize study material without eating ramen at least twice during your study session. he knew a bunch of things about you now. the downsides? he admits he has crush on you and it’s grown and may have a tiny chokehold on him.
of course, it wasn’t confirmed until he noticed himself searching for you in ordinary things. every matcha order he makes, he thought about how you’d rate it based off of your order. every time the sun peaked through the clouds, he thought about how you’d wanna take a nap. every song he came across, he thought about putting it in a playlist he most certainly did not make after learning about your preferences.
okay, so maybe he did like you a little more than he initially thought. but, it doesn’t stop him from acting normal in class. thank goodness. you two carried on, attending lectures now as friends. you indeed did start comparing notes after exchanging numbers, studying together in your apartment even. taesan found himself amused whenever you stopped to make some ramen. you started hanging out from time to time, jaehyun and woonhak included at the most random times. but, he cherished when it was just you two. and, usually, it was when you wanted to go on nightly bike rides.
“it’s too dangerous for me to walk. at least, on a bike, i can speed away from any assailants!” you explained to him with determination. he shook his head, finding you endearing.
it was after these nights that taesan knew he was falling in love with you. whenever he was at work and couldn’t text you, woonhak said he was sulking too much, being more unapproachable than usual. sometimes, he’d make your matcha order just to better remember the time you introduced him to your favorite matcha place. during other partner projects, he thought about how you might go about the topics. on his walks home after work, he wished he was out riding bikes with you, screaming about everything and nothing. whenever he heard k-pop songs playing at work, he thought about the new mixes you’d send him for a sneak peak. on the days the wind was a little harsh on the way to class, he’d crave the way you’d subconsciously cuddle into his side.
one day, you didn’t show up to class. taesan waited. 10 minutes turned into 20, then 30. taesan could hardly focus on the lecture. where were you? he shot you a text. are you okay?
you sent one back just as fast. i feel like there’s a rave going on in my head :(
excuse me? taesan stared at his phone concerned. do you need to go to the er?
noooo! i’m just gonna rot in bed and hope the vaporub does its magic 🙂
as soon as the professor dismissed everyone, taesan shoved everything in his backpack haphazardly and rushed out. what makes sick people feel better? soup, right?
he quickly texted woonhak, asking him to cover his shift. when woonhak agreed and probed why, taesan just said your name. woonhak didn’t ask after that. he just sent a smirking emoji that taesan rolled his eyes at.
he rushed home and put a pot on the stove. he threw open his fridge, glasses clinking violently. taesan stared at his fridge for ingredients. he knew the turmeric in the seasoning pantry would help. he had half of his rotisserie chicken left. he looked at the carrots but remembered you weren’t a fan. he noted the minced ginger and lemons. okay, chicken noodle soup. a classic.
taesan got to work, chopping up all the ingredients in bite-sized pieces and shredding the chicken. he grabbed the chicken stock from his pantry and poured it into the pot. he threw garlic, ginger, turmeric, onions, celery, etc. and started heating it up. he taste-tested every so often, making sure that it’d at least taste good. by the end, taesan was proud to say it was definitely homemade chicken noodle soup. he sprinkled in some cayenne since he knew how much you liked spicy food. he packed it all up in a soup container and texted you. omw to yours!
he stared at the box on his counter, debating whether or not to give it to you. would this be a good time? would it seem inconsiderate? taesan groaned before tucking it under his arm and heading out. his phone buzzed, a reply from you. but you might get sick :(
taesan smiled and shook his head. as if that would stop him from seeing his girl. oh. his girl? you’re not his girl. yet, he hoped.
he near sprinted to your apartment, waving down the people in the lobby to fob him up to your floor. before he knocked on your door, he caught his breath, trying to appear normal. after a few minutes, he knocked and was surprised by how quickly you answered.
oh, you were so cute, wearing a snuggie and the fluffy cat pajama pants he got you for secret santa.
“you didn’t have to come,” you croaked, moving aside so he could step in. as you closed the door behind him, you peered curiously at the box in his arms. “whatcha got there?”
taesan turned and presented you the box. “i made you soup since you’re sick and all.”
you tilted your head in confusion. “where’s the soup?”
he looked down at his hands. holy— where’s the soup? then, he remembered. when he finally decided to bring the box, he forgot to grab the soup on the counter. he groaned and hung his head.
“i might have forgot it,” he muttered. he’s so stupid. how could he forget the whole purpose of him coming here?
you giggled and then winced. “well, what did you bring instead?”
taesan quickly hid the box behind his back and nervously laughed. “nothing! nothing. how about i go back to my apartment and bring the soup?”
“you don’t have to,” you shook your head slowly. “you can, however, tell me what the box is.”
“uh, i’m gonna go back and get the soup!” taesan yelped as he shuffled around you, careful to keep the box out of your reach.
you frowned (cutely, taesan would add). “but, you’re already here. so is the box.”
“how about i give you the box after i get the soup?” taesan tried to reason.
“how about you leave the box and go get the soup—so you don’t forget it again—and i take a peak in the box?” you suggested cheekily. you wiggled your eyebrows at him, swaying a little. oh, how taesan would never win against you.
“if you promise to wait until i give you the soup, i’ll leave the box.”
you paused and thought about it. you sighed and agreed in defeat. “fine. i’ll wait.”
“good girl,” taesan smirked as he set the box on the kitchen counter. you handed him your keys as he opened the door. “i’ll know if you tried to open it by the way.”
as you rolled your eyes, taesan left, his heart racing. he really hoped you wouldn’t open the box until he was back. what if you didn’t wanna see him after? he wouldn’t be able to give you your soup and then he’d have to eat this soup knowing that you hated him.
the anxiety fueled him. he did a full sprint to his apartment and raced up the stairs. he snatched the soup container and raced back down. like the world was smiling down on him, people were already going into your complex so he slipped in with them. he couldn’t stop tapping his foot impatiently, glaring at the numbers going up slowly. when it finally stopped on your floor, his feet stomped down the hall to your door.
he opened your apartment door to see you on the couch, poking at the box sadly. when you heard him come in, your head whipped up which made you wince. he shook his head and lightly scolded you. “you’re gonna make your headache worse.”
“i was just excited to see you,” you muttered. man, that made him a bit hopeful.
he smiled as he dug through your drawers for a spoon before presenting you with the soup. you clapped softly and took it. “did you make it?”
taesan nodded shyly. “sorry if it doesn’t taste that good. but, it will help you get better. so, i expect you to finish it.”
when you took your first sip, taesan could’ve sworn your eyes twinkled.
“taesan, no joke, this is so good,” you praised, taking more spoonfuls.
taesan let out a sigh of relief before plopping down next to you. “i’m glad. i would’ve gone home and cried if you said it was bad.”
you hummed before setting down the soup. you faced him, then pointed at the box. “can i open it now?”
just like that, tension reentered his body. fuck. he did say that he’d give it to you after he got the soup. “y-yes?”
grinning, you grabbed the box and began to open it. taesan leaned forward and placed his hand on top of the box. “before you open it, can you promise me one thing?”
you looked at him, blinking in confusion. “what’s up?”
“you won’t hate me after?” taesan hated how desparate that came out.
you just laughed and grabbed his hand. wow, yours were so warm.
“taesan, i could never hate you—unless this box was holding my mom’s head in it. sorry, that was morbid.” it was your turn to nervously laugh. but, for whatever reason, it let taesan relax a little.
when you opened the box, a soft gasp left you. you pulled out the ippodo kanza matcha and the matcha bowl taesan crafted for you in a pottery class he took. you placed them on the counter as taesan watched in anticipation. you took out the spotify code tag that taesan had bought from etsy. then, the small jar full of folded up papers followed. finally, you found the letter sitting at the bottom.
taesan was itching, his breathing becoming uneven. he stood up, startling you, and sat at the dining table. you looked at him confused.
“sorry, i don’t think i can be next to you when you read that,” taesan laughed oddly.
you snorted and opened the letter. he couldn’t watch you read it. he fiddled with his fingers, letting himself pick out the details on the textured walls of your apartment.
he couldn’t bear thinking of what you’d think of his letter. it contained everything. how he really treasured your friendship. how he treasured you.
how he loved how particular you were about your matcha. how he loved your studying quirk of eating ramen twice. how he loved riding bikes at night with you. how he loved your dj music even though he hates edm.
how you changed his college experience. how engineering, though it was still hard, became bearable after meeting you. how you made this semester the happiest semester of his life. how your smiles became his encouragement. how your laugh was best kind of music life had to offer. how warm your presence was even during the coldest days. how he wanted to be that person for you.
how he wanted to be the guy that makes the matcha that makes you hum in happiness. how he wanted to be the one making you your second and third ramen on a particularly rough study night. how he wanted to keep being the only person you sent your new mixes to. how he wanted to be yours if you’d have him.
it was cheesy, taesan knows. but, it was his feelings. the feelings that he tried to eat and forget about.
when he heard sniffling, he glanced up at you. tears had welled up in your eyes, a few droplets making their way onto the letter. you lifted your head, trying to will the tears back into your tear ducts. your reaction had taesan nervous. were these good tears? were these goodbye tears? did he ruin everything? did he—
“come over here, stupid.” you glared at him. taesan hesitantly returned to his spot on the couch. you pulled out your phone and tapped away before giving him your phone. he gingerly took it.
my bf 🥰
oh… you were dating someone else… that’s embarrassing. taesan should’ve known. were there signs he ignored? was he that blind? this was—
as if you read his mind, you leaned over and opened your text messages with your boyfriend. it felt wrong looking at them. but, taesan couldn’t help but peak at them.
oh. oh! taesan’s head whipped up and stared at you with his mouth open. these were the texts between you two.
“yes, you big, slow dummy. i would love for you to be mine because i’ve been yours since forever.”
so, yes. taesan did catch a break. he caught the biggest break of his life. you.
bonus moment!
“do you have the lecture notes from today?” you asked, drinking the lukewarm soup. taesan rubbed the back of his neck, nervously laughing. “i… i couldn’t pay attention.” you lifted your eyebrow. “you couldn’t pay attention?” “i was worried about you,” he murmured, looking away from you. he heard soft rumbles and peaked over when they became full-on laughs. you hid your face in your hands before looking at him with the same brilliant smile he became infatuated with. “i guess we’ll have to rewatch the lecture together.”
disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too! you may now leave requests (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
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#delicious writing as always#had me giggling and kicking my feet in the air#cheeks hurt from the large smile on my face#i yearn for a love like this
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Good evening everyone. I'm gonna be so insane today
#IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!!!#IT'S THE REIJIXSHINE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY#WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR TWO YEARS!!!!!#EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#shine's letters#to my dearest person#can i go where you go#and no none of my insanity will be publicized here because i won't be having coherent thoughts i'll be rotating him in my mind like-#-a rotisserie chicken while smiling giggling and kicking my feet in the air like highschool girl with a crush#<3
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