#so cold and unbothered ughhh

[sleepywdean]

castiel’s aura in season 4 was unmatched

[jane-the-good]

CALEB: misty invasion

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

ABOUT: you and Caleb are drenched after getting caught in the rain while coming home from a grocery store run

TAGS: Caleb x MC

AN: Caleb wasn’t there for misty invasion, so I made it happen! The idea was sparked by Cavern Kingston’s Quinn audio: A Perfect Storm.

CONTENT WARNING: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, female MC, Caleb is a sweetie pie

♡ please do not interact if you’re a minor ♡

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The first drop lands on your nose. You barely have time to register it before another falls, then another.

"Ughhh, come on," you groan, gripping the grocery bag tighter as the sky cracks open above you.

Caleb huffs his easy, unbothered kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip. "Guess we’re running for it?"

"What do you think?" you ask, already breaking into a sprint.

The rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes to the bone. Your shoes slap against the pavement, splashing through puddles, but neither of you slows down. You barely notice the groceries bouncing in your arms, too busy trying to keep up with him.

He turns back just enough to grin at you. "Still slow, huh?"

You shove him, breathless. "Still annoying, huh?"

Caleb grabs your wrist and pulls you forward, laughing as you take a sharp turn onto your street. The porch light glows dimly through the rain, barely visible through the blur of water and motion. You reach the steps in a messy, gasping tangle. Dripping wet, grinning.

You drop the grocery bag onto the porch with a soggy thud, pushing your soaked hair out of your face. "Now we have to cook dinner while looking like sewer rats."

Caleb’s still looking at you. Not in the usual, teasing way. Something softer. Something warmer.

You blink at him. "Hm?"

He shakes his head, water dripping from his chin. "I think I just time traveled a little bit ."

You frown. "How is that?"

He exhales, slow. "We used to race home from school — we don’t anymore, but I love being reminded that the same you is still there."

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. "Yeah? And you’re still the same. Always making sure I don’t fall behind."

That silence stretches between you, thick and expectant.

The rain doesn’t let up. It seeps into the pavement, into your skin, into the spaces between breaths. The air hums—wet pavement and something electric, something charged, something that always lingers when he’s near.

Before you can stop yourself, before you can think too hard, your fingers find his forehead, brushing away a strand of rain-soaked hair. A small thing. A quiet thing. But his breath catches, and when his eyes flick to your lips, the whole world tightens, sharp and waiting.

He moves without warning—no hesitation, no space for second thoughts. One moment, the world is cold rain and shallow breaths, and the next, his lips crash against yours, urgent, relentless. His hands find your waist, not claiming, but remembering—like he’s always known you’d end up here, tangled in the storm. It’s messy, breathless, rain slipping between you, but none of it matters. There is only the press of his body, the gravity of his pull, the way he holds you because you’re the only real thing left in the world.

You pull away breathless and shivering and still completely, utterly ruined.

Caleb smirks, nudging you toward the door. "Come on, sewer rat. Let’s get inside."

Your fingers slip against the keys, hands unsteady—not just from the cold but from the ghost of his lips still pressed against yours. The door gives, swinging open, and the warmth rushes in, swallowing you whole. But the chill lingers, clinging to your skin, settling in the spaces he left behind.

"I’ll grab some towels," Caleb says, his voice a little rougher than usual. He disappears down the hallway, leaving you in the entryway, dripping onto the welcome mat.

Your clothes are soaked through, clinging to your skin with the weight of water. The fabric sticks uncomfortably, the cold seeping in, there’s no point in keeping them on any longer. With a sigh, you pull them off, letting them fall to the floor in a damp heap, the relief almost immediate as the fabric no longer drags you down.

Caleb returns, arms full of towels, his shirt conspicuously missing. "You can wear my—oh—yeah, that works too." A flicker of amusement crosses his face as he drapes a towel around you, the warmth sinking into your skin. Without missing a beat, he scrubs another through his damp hair, water dripping down his collarbone.

"So, dinner," he says, breaking the silence.

You nod, pulling the towel a little tighter around yourself. "Yeah…"

Caleb just gives you a look and walks into the kitchen.

You follow, but you take the longer path, passing through the laundry room to drop your dripping clothes onto the tile floor. You shut the door behind you. He gets the hint. I know he does.

He pulls out all the ingredients while you put them away in their various cupboards. He’s still shirtless. His jeans are also soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The water’s running in the sink.

"Let’s make it quick," Caleb says. "Something easy."

"I’ll get the salmon," you say.

You shiver while crossing the kitchen, the cold still clinging to your skin. The overhead light hums—too bright, too warm—casting long shadows against the tiled floor. You pull open the fridge, fingers curling around the package of fish tucked in the door. When you turn back, Caleb is at the stove, the steady flicker of the burner catching in his eyes. You step beside him—closer than you need to—peeling open the plastic, the quiet rip of it lost beneath the rain still tapping against the windows.

He gives you a look. "What?"

"I don’t know. You just seem a little... cold."

You smile, putting your hand on his bare back. "I’m not cold."

He smiles back, a little more honestly. "Okay." He smiles, turns back to the stove, and sets the salmon in the pan.

The sizzle of the pan cuts through the quiet, the scent of fish curling into the air. Heat rises, slipping into the space between you. You step closer, just enough to feel the warmth of him chase away the last of the cold. Caleb doesn’t move away. Doesn’t say anything. You just stand there, side by side, the steady rhythm of cooking filling the silence, the weight of something unspoken settling between you. Waiting.

It’s a comfortable silence—the only sound the crackle of the flames and the sizzling of the fish.

"Smells good," you say.

"I hope it tastes good," Caleb replies, turning the salmon with a spatula. "If it doesn’t, blame it on the weather." He glances up at you, raising a brow. "Did you really go outside without bringing an umbrella?"

You shrug. "It wasn’t raining when I left for the grocery store."

He snorts. "You didn’t check the forecast?"

"I didn’t think about it."

"That’s how you always get yourself into trouble," he teases. "Never plan anything, then end up needing to call me to carry your bags."

"Planning’s boring," you say, smiling. "Besides, I always end up where I’m supposed to be."

Caleb’s eyes are soft as he looks at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Especially when I’ve got you looking after me."

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he’s about to say something. But he just blinks, clears his throat, and looks away. "I think it’s ready."

You pull back, letting him work. He makes a sauce and warms the rice and vegetables he already cooked for you a few days ago. The kitchen’s warm now, the comforting smell filling the air.

He takes the salmon out of the oven, plates it with care, and slides it over to you. "Is this alright?"

You pick up your fork but can’t take your eyes off him. He’s still shirtless, his hair a little messy. "Yeah. I’ll eat it."

He smiles and slides over to sit next to you at the table.

You cut into the fish and take a bite. It’s good. Caleb watches you chew, a pleased smile on his face. "I’m glad you like it," he says.

"I’m always glad to eat your cooking," you reply, taking another bite.

He nods. "Glad I could make you happy."

The words settle between you, soft and unspoken, lingering in the space where silence holds more weight than sound. You don’t look up, but you feel it—his gaze, steady and knowing. Caleb just smiles, he’s always known and he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

The food is good, the kind that sinks into your bones, warming you from the inside out. You take your time with it, let the flavors linger. Caleb cooks as if he knows what he's doing, and he does. He doesn’t need to say it.

When he reaches for the rice, his arm brushes yours. A small touch, fleeting but deliberate. He doesn’t move away, and neither do you. The warmth of him lingers, something quiet and certain.

Then he looks at you—really looks. That soft expression, the one that makes your stomach twist, makes the air feel heavier, thicker. He sees something in you, something worth seeing.

His hand finds yours, even after the plates are empty, the last grains of rice gone. He doesn’t let go. Neither do you. His fingers curl over yours, warm and steady, a quiet kind of certainty.

You shift, just enough, lacing your fingers with his. His palm fits against yours, just as it always has.

You swallow. "I should probably shower," you murmur, the weight of his hand still lingering on yours.

You let go of his hand and get up from the table, picking up the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. He watches you, looking a little disappointed but also relieved. "Don’t worry about the dishes," he says. "I’ll take care of them later."

You shrug and leave them alone. He’ll wash them when he’s done with whatever he wants to do. Maybe he has other things planned.

You step through the laundry room once more, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of damp cotton, your discarded clothes still pooled on the floor, dark with water. You peel away the towel clinging to your skin, trade it for another—dry, warm, untouched. The old one joins the heap as you step into the shower. The water comes down too hot, biting at your skin, but you don’t flinch.

You stand there, unmoving, as the water threads through your hair, soap lather slipping down your skin. It’s warm. Soft. It unwinds something tight in your chest, loosens the grip of the day just a little.

A minute passes. Maybe two. Then—the creak of the bathroom door. The whisper of fabric against skin. A quiet splash as he steps in behind you.

"That took longer than I expected." You try to sound unbothered.

"I had to at least let you make it to the shower." He wraps his arm around your stomach to pulls your back against him.

Your breath catches as his hands slide down your body, a little bit of soap on his fingers. He rubs it into your skin massaging deep into sore muscles. He leans in, his teeth nipping at your ear as his hands move lower, over the curve of your hips, then between your thighs.

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?" you say louder over the water

"hm?"

"…"

"I heard you the first time." his smile is so gorgeous.

"Caleb"

He’s hard against your ass as he slides his fingers over you, moving them into your wet warmth, finding that spot inside you that makes everything clench. He’s always so quick to find it.

"Are you feeling it, love?"

"feeling what?"

You moan, your hips arching back to meet him.

"I’m so thankful for you and the trust you give me to care for you"

You note how much he does feel incredibly good.

His mouth moves against your neck. His teeth nip at your skin as he slides his fingers tease you. He holds you in place because you’re his. You have always been his

"Salmon is an aphrodisiac isn’t it?" you breathe

He slides his digits in with ease, and it feels good, too good. It makes your toes curl, your heart thump.

"and pineapple and rose tea."

You pant, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging at the roots.

"Caleb please."

"I’ve hardly touched you."

He hums against your neck and you feel it trickle up your spine.

"Your need for control is infuriating."

"You don’t look upset," he murmurs, his touch leaving sparks in its wake. Your breath stutters, your body betraying you as you lean into him. He hums, pleased. "I would notice if you did. I know you very well."

His grip tightens at your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave the echo of his touch behind. His lips find the curve of your neck, hot against the chill of the air just outside of the water’s reach, his hold unrelenting. The press of his body is grounding, familiar. The need coils low and insistent, something inevitable, something that cannot be ignored.

"Let go for me, love," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with need.

The words unravel you, and he feels it—the way you shudder, the way your head falls back against him. He leans in, his lips brushing your throat, his teeth finding the place that makes you weak. A sharp gasp escapes you as he bites down, a silent claim, a promise.

Before you can catch your breath, he turns you in his arms, hands firm as he pulls you flush against him. His lips crash into yours, the kiss deep and aching, all heat and hunger.

The cool tile meets your back as he presses closer, his touch deliberate, slow, knowing. He breathes your name against your lips, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like this— you might come undone with just his hands on you, with just the way he looks at you.

"Caleb," you whisper, and he answers without words, without hesitation.

He already knows. He always knows.

"Can I have you?"

"Please."

He pulls your leg up and wraps it around his back and slowly slides in. You lean your forehead against his chest and groan softly.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Can I see your eyes?" His voice is gentle.

You glance up, and something in his expression shifts—softens, seeing something precious.

"You mean the world to me." He is so sure of his words.

"Only this world?"

"The universe, then."

"In just this time?"

"You mean the universe in all time, to me."

A small pause, a heartbeat between words.

"Well, I have to make sure."

"Geez" He picks up your other leg to wrap around his back making you gasp. "Would you be good for once?" He gives you a harsh slap to your ass. It makes your legs tighten around him and pulls him in deeper. You both groan.

He presses you against the wall as he slowly starts thrusting.

"Darling" he moans

You look down to where you both meet, when you look back up he catches your eyes. He has a smirk whispered on his face. You hide against his neck and feel the vibrations of his laugh.

"My sweet, naughty girl."

He picks up the pace.

"Caleb"

"I love hearing you say my name" He moans against your neck

He fucks you like you're his. Like he owns you. Like you're his to do whatever he wants with. His hand reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging.

"Please" Your hips involuntarily grind against him because your body was always his.

"You feel so good." He groans. "I didn’t think it was possible to be better than my dreams"

You moan, sob, plead as he drives into you. His fingers press against your clit. He knows how good it feels, and you clench down around him, your body shuddering as you come.

He makes everything go white. You forget who you are, forget where you are, forget everything but him being inside you. You shudder, clenching around him. His fingers don’t move from your clit. He keeps rubbing you until you’re a sobbing mess, your body limp in his arms. He fucks you through it, through all of it, with your legs are weak and your body is trembling.

"You’re so good to me, darling."

He groans, his body going taut, him pulsing inside you as he comes. It feels good, feels so fucking good as he spills inside you, still moving in and out like he doesn't want to stop. Wanting to stay forever.

His body slackens in the water. His arms tighten around you, afraid you'll slip away. You let him hold you, let him fuck you through the last of it. You let him do whatever he wants with you.

"I’m so thankful I get to love you." he kisses your forehead.

Steam curls around you both, soft, enveloping. The steady rhythm of the water drowns out everything beyond these walls, beyond this moment. It’s just the two of you—like the rest of existence has faded away, nothing else has ever mattered.

"I’m thankful to be loved by you." you lean against his heart, hearing it beating. Hear him alive and kicking. "you’re so good at it"

Caleb reaches over, twisting the knob until the water stills, leaving only the ghost of its presence in the quiet that follows. He slips out of you, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "That probably didn’t count as a shower," he murmurs, amusement threading through the words.

You swallow, your eyes falling closed. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "I feel cleansed"

He presses a kiss to your temple before sliding his arms beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the slick porcelain. You don’t protest, don’t even think to—you just let him carry you, the warmth of his skin against yours. He steps into the dim-lit bedroom, discarding the towels without a second thought before climbing in beside you, pulling you into his arms, where you belong.

You press in close, your head finding the curve of his shoulder, fitting as it was always meant to. His hands trail down your back, slow, deliberate, settling at your waist before sliding lower. He presses a kiss to your hair, breath warm against your skin, holding you there with no intention of letting go.

"Thank you for taking care of me"

"I’ll always take care of you."

"You don’t have to."

"No, I need to."

You nod against his shoulder. You don’t argue when his hands knead your ass, his finger rubbing at your clit.

You’re still sore from the shower, your skin pink and tender, and still sensitive. But you let him keep going, let him rub at your clit until you're whimpering against his shoulder.

"are you serious?"

"I just want to make sure you’ll sleep well."

His kisses are a specific kind of comfort, familiar and timeless.

"of course I will." you moan "I’m already so tired."

Your hips buck into him and he smiles against your lips.

"I’ll have to teach you how to be honest with yourself, sometime. Maybe tomorrow."

"I’m honest."

"mhm." He calls bluff. "Stop fighting it, love."

He holds you when you shudder, when you sob, when you clench around his fingers trying to get enough. He kisses your temple, your cheek, your mouth. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth with your tongue. His fingers keep moving, rubbing at your sensitive clit as he kisses you.

He slows down only when you push his hand away, rolling over onto your side. You snuggle up against him, feeling the warmth of his body, he is warm against your thigh. He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm. "Sleep," he says.

He pulls you in, a kiss pressed slow, deliberate, like something inevitable. Like gravity. Like fate. His hands linger, holding you as if he’s always had the right, as if you’ve always belonged here, in the space between his arms. And maybe you have. Maybe you always will.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! closed off! ex/boyfriend x gn! lover! reader

Ughhh I tried doing angst but failed womp womp.

As you can see, this fic is more or less fantastical, but I tried to do realism, as much as realistic a yandere fic could be.

But I failed LOL I don't know how to write angst. I tried tho.

This one is inspired by an imagine that I saw on tiktok, that's also apparently stolen? I dunno.

I think this is my longest fic so far?

Yandere! boyfriend name: Lee

TW: Unaffectionate boyfriend, neglect, love bombing

Lee was a man of few words. He never liked showing emotions, nor affection.

He didn't grow up in a family of loving members. Only people who did the bare minimum in affection, and poured their "love" in giving him gifts.

Fortunately, he didn't grow up a materialistic and greedy man.

Well, he wished he was.

At least he still has something to fill his heart with, something to be wanting of.

All he got from that kind of upbringing is dampened emotions that pushed his friends away. If he had anyone to begin with.

He's one lonely man.

So Lee did what he thinks is the best for himself. And it's to be selfish.

If someone tried to get close with him, he pushes them off first before he becomes attached. When his family tried to be loving, he cringes and shies away with the most disgusted face ever. He shielded his heart at such a young age.

And it had tall repercussions because of it.

Now, that he's an adult and in University, with that selfish mindset out of the way due to maturing, he just realized he doesn't know how to connect anymore.

But he's a handsome man, so finding someone was easy for him.

In an "eenie, minie, mo" type of choosing, he chose you, a starry eyed, affectionate, and optimistic person. Someone who adored Lee, and wished to be his friend, maybe more.

Why? You always ask yourself that too.

But that magnetic pull meant that you became his, and him became yours.

He was stoic with it, just asking you straight up to be his lover without any emotions. And you, overwhelmed with happiness, just said yes without noticing how frigid he looks with it.

Being with Lee was fun at first, well, that's what you tell yourself.

You showered him with affection, kissing him, hugging him, holding his hands... You tried everything to give him the affection he never had.

I mean, he always receives it well, right?

So it means it was okay... Right?

But as weeks passed, he never returned the affection, only a cold recognition with his eyes and a grunt, maybe a shoulder shrug. The occasional side hug was even more than enough for you. Then there's the rare kiss (on the forehead) that you relished on.

It was the bare fucking minimum.

And as pitiful as it sounds, you were satisfied with it.

Are you really satisfied with it?

You wanted that same amount of affection back, or less. You just wanted a fair two way relationship goddamnit!

It's like Lee was a void, just sucking your affection and not returning it.

You understood him. Really you did!

But the way he was so unbothered and annoyed by your simple suggestions of maybe doing more than he does is breaking your already broken heart.

You were gaslighting yourself, thinking that why are you asking Lee for so much when he can't give affection a normal human can? Why are you pushing him to do something he can't? Why are you being so needy and clingy?

Why are you so desperate?

Lee was not having it either. He was always so annoyed whenever you ask for hugs, kisses, dates...

What does he really want from this relationship?

As you wept your heart out for hurting for the wrong man, you steeled it and decided to do the inevitable.

You dragged Lee to the beach for a little get together.

You wanted to see if he would remember that it's your anniversary today.

"Lee! Come on! I want to swim!" You enthusiastically said, running to the sand and giggling at how the sand tickles your soles.

As usual, Lee only scoffs and annoyingly shrugged off his backpack onto the blanket.

"I told you I'm busy." Lee muttered, annoyance riddled his face.

Lee didn't even flinch when he lied smoothly. He wasn't busy at all.

Was it really a hassle to spend time with you? In your anniversary, no less?

You cleared your throat before smiling once more, a whisper of broken unspoken promises lingering in your mind and heart shattered completely.

Maybe you could salvage it?

You approached Lee and gave him a sunscreen. He grabbed it with an exasperated sigh.

"Turn around." He seethed.

Somehow, you think this was a bad idea but you persevered and turned around.

He was harsh with it, slapping and rubbing your back like he was doing such an annoying task with a heavy heart and hand. You winced every time he digs the heel of his palm to your back, like he's delivering a message.

Why can't you leave him alone?

"I think that's enough!" You said with a happy edge on your tone, trying not to show that you were hurt physically and emotionally by what he's doing. You skipped to the waters, going underwater and letting out your tears.

The saltwater stung your eyes heavily, but it hurts less than what Lee's doing to you.

After letting out your frustrations into swimming, you decided you had enough.

With a heavy heart, you trudged towards him with a solemn look in your face.

Lee, who was just scrolling through his phone, heard you out with an angry look on his face when you called his name.

Yet, it slowly fell to obscurity, his body felt numb.

You told him how hurt you were, how him not showing affection and being constantly annoyed at you squeezed your heart until it popped, only leaving a pile of hurt.

"Lee, I love you so much that it hurts. I feel so horrible whenever I ask you to return the affection I give you because I know that you're not affectionate!" You wheezed out, your voice hoarse from all the pain bubbling over your throat, vomiting words you meant and never meant, but all was for Lee. "Was I only with you for you to absorb everything? Be satisfied with you just standing there idly, and returning the affection only in the bare fucking minimum?! Answer me!"

Your eyes search desperately for a sign of regret, a sign of guilt, but nothing.

His eyes showed nothing.

"Are you done? Then it's over then."

It was your turn to be numb, your knees weak as you slumped down, with Lee standing up. He grabbed his bag and left, not even looking back at your weeping form.

Happy anniversary, and sorry for your breakup.

Lee felt free.

Finally.

After a year of tolerating your "clingy" self, he finally felt free.

Lee regretted being in a relationship. He thought that maybe, when he gets with someone, he finally won't feel lonely anymore.

But being with you suffocated him, and everything you did was annoying him to shit.

Did he feel bad?

Eh....

Weeks passed, and when he pass by you in the hallways, trying to talk to him for closure, he just ignores you like a breeze.

People looked at him like he's the most cruel person on earth but he just shrugs it off. So what?

Lee felt awkward though, so he avoided you at all costs until he thinks it's the right time to talk with you.

And when it was finally time, he saw you with an another man, making you happy and making you smile.

The man brought his fingers on the corner of your lips and turned it upwards, and he smiled brightly also as you rolled your eyes and laughed at him.

Didn't you love him? So what's this?

Lee clearly remembers you crying for him in such a heartbreaking state.

He scoffed with such disbelief and looked away.

Then, he felt his heart hurt. His eyes widened.

No fucking way.

Now, every time he pass by you, his heart hurts and his head fills with anger as he saw you become happy with the company of others.

Why were you happy with them? Weren't he your ultimate happiness?

Why are you laughing with them? Why not him?

His desperation for you to look his way, to give him your sorrowful eyes, to give him affection that is only rightfully his, is getting into his head.

Rumors of you dating again got to him one day when he was sitting on his seat in Physics class, wallowing in anger and desperation.

You moved on? Just like that?

He gripped his pen and broke it in half.

"No! Lee let go of me!"

"I love you so much y/n please come back to me!"

"You're insane!"

"No! I'm not! Can you see? I'm being affectionate now! So please love me again!"

"No! Please! Let me go! I will not tell the authorities that you killed [redacted] and kidnapped me!"

"DON'T FUCKING SAY HIS NAME!"

"LOOK AT ME!"

"Only look at me, and say my name."

"You love me right? I love you too. There's no need for you to be shy now."

"Shy?! But all I wa--"

"Quiet! You're not going to be away from me. Not anymore. I was stupid enough to let you go, now you're not going anywhere."

"Mmf?!"

"Shh... The gag is necessary. Now, please, love me again, baby."

"Please."

"I'm desperate."

[2hopatz]

Love Belt - Choi Jongho

Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending :D

Warnings: Jealousy, Crying, Ghosting, Kissing, College D:, Cursing, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2.3k exactly WE UP!!

Pairing: c. jh x gender non-specified reader

(a/n): hiiii~ I was like, super sad the other day and kept listening to love belt on repeat for hours. so I decided to write this. I recommend listening to Love Belt for this fanfic, but who knows, maybe I'll make a playlist for every fanfic! Enjoy~ Mwah!

“I just don’t understand why he is so angry over me having a new study partner, we don’t even have the same classes anymore!” you rant to your best friend frantically, your hands moving just as fast as your mouth. 

“Do you think you’re spending too much time in the studio, and Jongho is jealous or something? I mean, even I’ve noticed your study sessions turning into full-blown study nights,” Mel was trying desperately to calm you down, especially knowing how dramatic you can be at times. She just couldn’t believe that Jongho, of all people, would be the one ignoring you, “ He has been busy lately too, maybe he is just tired, or maybe your schedules don’t match up well.”

“I know his schedule by heart, which is also why I know that he has been ignoring me. I’ve tried to meet up with him every day this week dammit! The thing is, I haven’t done anything new besides study with Hyunjin these days,” the stress from the previous two weeks spills out of your mouth, and your fingers go cold despite the warm drink in your hands. 

“It’s only been two weeks, and next week is finals week. He could be studying, take a breath friend. Breaking down in a cafe would make you so embarrassed later,” Mel’s hand rested on your shoulder as you let out a breathy laugh.

“I don’t know Mel. He has never been this distant, not for two weeks at least. Maybe a day, maybe even a week, but he would always come back to talk it out,” the blood rushing in your ears and the lump sitting heavy in your throat made it apparent how affected you were by his absence. Even if you wanted to act unbothered, you couldn’t. It was Jongho after all, how can you be calm when you feel you’ve just lost your home over a damned study partner? 

“It just feels absent without him around me for this long. I feel like everything I lay eyes on is tarnished. This is just stressful, and for what?” Mel sighs, her arms wrapping around your shoulders and squeezing you tight. You lean into her touch, chasing the fleeting sense of relief it gives you. Still, your heart wrenches with loneliness as a memory of Jongho’s smile invades your consciousness. 

“I know, hun. How about you try again tonight, hm? Ask him to come over.”

“I have to paint with Hyujin tonight. I have my final project due next week and I’m struggling with the perspective view of the buildings. Ughhh and the reflections are absolutely going to kill me on top of my analysis of-” Mel throws you a scathing look, and you take it as your clue to stop spiraling about things you had to do. 

“You have time to do those later. Jongho may need you now, so what do I say?”

“Focus first on what matters to me, and everything will fall into place. My finals do matter… but I have all week to study. I need to see Jongho tonight. Thank you Mel.” She smiled, raising a hand perpendicular to your face.

“No need to thank me love, 'cause you’re paying for my coffee! Mwah!”

“I take everything back. Seonghwa likes girls who pay for their own coffee, he told me himself for real.”

“Nice try, I may be drunk in love, but I’m not stupid in love,” giggling, you two went up to the register to pay. You’re day felt a bit brighter now that you had a plan, and a beloved (albeit mischievous) friend to share it with.

. . .

‘Jongho, we need to talk. Now, actually.’

tdybear

‘Thought u had to study. With Hyunjin.’

‘Cancelled. I wanted to talk with you.’

tdybear

‘I’m studyin rn. Can we talk later?’

‘U can keep playing the avoidance game Jongho,

 but we’ll both end up losing. I’m not trying again, 

and I’m not finna reschedule nun.’

tdybear

‘Where r u?’

‘apartment.’

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You threw your phone down on the bed with a sigh of frustration. One thing you’d come to learn throughout the years was just how stubborn Jongho could get. In truth, you couldn’t help but be a little frustrated with the fact that this was all over a fucking study buddy. Hyunjin and you had been acquaintances since your freshman year, yet now is when the issue starts? It was all so confusing. Still, there was that part of you that relished in the fact that Jongho was coming, because he didn’t want to lose you. If your heart was a glass, what had been a quarter full for the last two weeks is overflowing. You wanted to see his face. 

You keep pacing around the room, swimming in a pool of your disturbances. You are so frustrated, the lump in your throat being a telltale sign of incoming tears. Your heart is beating impossibly fast, and when you hear the doorbell ring out from the living room, it is like seeing the sun rise over the horizon after a lifetime of living in the dark. 

When you open the door, all you can see is him. All you can feel is him, and as angry as you want to be; you greet him with a warm smile and a hug that lasts all too long, and he does the same. Just for a moment, everything is normal. 

. . .

For all of the affection you had given each other at the door, the tension that filled your living room after was miasmic. You both sat awkwardly on the loveseat, periodically shifting around. 

‘I can’t take this anymore. I'M GOING INSANE HERE!’

“So, did you want to talk to me about something? Did something happen?” You could have burst a blood vessel right there. 

“Did something happen? Jongho, pray tell. When was the last time you saw me?”

“About… two weeks ago…” The silence that followed was deadly, and all you could do was cross your legs and look at him. Shifting on the couch, he fiddled with his fingers before clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Look… I’ve been… busy. You know how demanding my major is.”

“I’m an artist, and I always have time for you. Art and music are quite close in workload and nature, are they not?”

“You’ve been busy too, with Hyunjin. I didn’t want to interrupt you two.”

“I invited you over when Hyunjin wasn’t even here.”

“He’s been here? I thought you only worked in the studio.”

“He may be my study buddy, but he is also my friend. A friend which I was desperately in need of for the past two weeks.” He huffed at that, his cheeks and ears slowly warming, until even his nose was pink. He was frustrated. You were losing your patience, and he could tell by the glare cutting into the side of his head.

“Look, if you don’t want to talk to me, for whatever reason, tell me. I’m tired of going back and forth with myself about what I did or how you feel. I have my own life, and whether or not you want to be a part of it is your choice,” you said simply getting up from the couch to open the door. Though part of you was sure he would stay, the other part was petrified that he would get up and leave. If that door closes and he isn’t in the room, you think that your heart will stop beating. Or the world will stop turning. 

“Wait… do you promise not to think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” you fight a smile as you sat back down beside him, a supernova of hope going off in your heart. He smiles, and you see colors for the first time in two weeks. His laugh invades your senses, and you smell the cologne he always puts on after he showers; for a moment, you are home. Then the room went silent, and all you could do was hold out your pinky. 

“I promise.” He sighs when his pinky loops into yours, holding onto it, and putting your hand in his lap. You pray he can’t hear the way your breath hitches, and he hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating.

“Did you miss me at all? When you were with him?” 

“I miss you every second my hand isn’t in yours.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?” His fingers intertwine with yours as he caresses the back of your palm.

“I saw how happy you looked beside him, how similar you guys are. How much he can really help you. I mean, he’s an artist. For the first time in my life, I was scared that you would leave me. I know, we’re just college friends, we may be bound to lose contact in the future. But the thought… I just can’t take it. So, I left first. I wanted to prove that I could live without you.” He is gripping your hand now, his head hung low. His breath hitches loudly, and for the first time in years, you see him cry. Your voice coos out, as your free arm wraps around him. 

“Fuck…” You sniffle as the lump in your throat reaches a fever pitch, “well… can you?”

“...No.” When he says that, something in you shatters and rebuilds itself, so many emotions flood you at once, and it wrenches a sob out of you.

“Don’t cry…”

“You’re one to talk…” and suddenly the sobs are mixed with laughter. The world is so much brighter when he is around.

“I’m sorry. I’m too jealous and too headstrong. If you were to be in love with him, I would still want to be in your life. Even if it means I won’t be able to talk to you as much. I swear that if the world ended, I would only need you to survive.”

“In love with him?” you giggled, tears still escaping your eyes, “Why would I be in love with Hyunjin?”

“I don’t know… your similarities. How soft he is around you. He makes affection with you look so easy.”

“That’s just what he is like Jongho. Even if Hyunjin were to have feelings for me, which I guarantee he doesn’t, I still would have to reject him. No one could ever compare to the way you make me feel. The way you make me hurt.” Three words burn in your throat, as you eyed Jongho’s reaction. You want nothing more than to feel his lips on yours. You burn for him. 

“You don’t like him?”

“He’s nothing more than a friend to me.”

“What am I to you?” You smiled nervously as silence settled in the air.

“You first,” shifting softly in your arms, he looks at you with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to hear you say it Jongho. After all, I didn’t avoid you. Write me a song. Tell me how you feel.” You smiled mischievously, leaning into him. Suddenly, his hand is untangling from yours, opting to gently massage the crest of your hip.

“You’re such a bully.” He is inches from you now, you can feel his breath. Was time always this slow? You’re getting too impatient. 

“Tell me, Choi Jongho, what am I to you?”

“...You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to make lyrics that only you understand. I want to sing songs that only you can hear. I want to be yours, in every sense. All I want in return is your love, your time, and your patience. Without you, I’m a fish out of water. I need you like the current needs the moon. I want to dress you in the rings of Saturn, I want to form your name from the remnants of stars. The divine was inspired by you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. I’ve needed a lot of things, but none of those things matter without you.” He was pulling you closer now, his hand sliding to your waist, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. Brown had always been your favorite color, it was the color of everything warm. It was home. You had loved him long before you knew him. 

“Every painting has been dedicated to you, Jongho. I need the yellows of your warmth, the reds of your anger, the blues of your sadness, the greens of your jealousy. Every color I’ve ever painted has been you, every color I could never imagine is you. You are the sun and the grass. The mystery of the forests and the deepest seas. Paint me with your love. All I want from you is you. Unadulterated, unfiltered, and untethered. I may not be as eloquent as you; my art comes in form of pictures, not words. I could paint you in colors I’ve never seen, but they are so familiar to me. You are so familiar to me. You are my home. Your love is better than any pigment, and I need you just like you need me. I need your lips on mine. I will be your willing canvas.”

Finally, your lips meet, and you feel the universe in his touch. He tastes like chocolate. You are burning in his grasp, yet you are the most comfortable you have ever been. When you pull away for air, he chases you, eyes low, irises painting the world brown. You place a finger to his lips with a laugh, and he sighs, hands cupping your hand, and kisses your finger. You feel red hot. His eyes open fully, taking in the sight of you. 

“You are my stars, my asteroids, my planets. You’re my love belt.”

[bongwaterbummy]

oki i think this is the last one

1. What were your summers like as a kid? eh alright, i was forced to go to my grandma’s in bc and she hated me

2. Do you enjoy thrilling rides like rollercoasters? yep but they make me dizzy

3. Who was your childhood hero? my aunt

4. What is your favorite book? the lie tree by frances hardinge

5. What do you find most attractive about your crush? her eyesssss

6. What’s your favorite outfit? hm

7. Does seeing people in love make you happy? Sad? Annoyed? annoyed

8. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? no but i cuddle a pillow (it’s called maturity)

9. What CD did you play to death as a kid? harry potter 1 bc i kept falling asleep ughhh

10. Hike to a mountain top to watch the sunrise or drive out of town to stargaze? drive out of town to stargazeeee

11. What song has the most relatable song lyrics to you? Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! at the Disco (cause it's nine in the afternoon//your eyes are the size of the moon//you could cause you can so you do//we're feeling so good//just the way that we do//when it's nine in the afternoon) idk

12. Iced drinks or hot drinks? icedd but not too iced cuz they get too cold

13. Bright colors or neutral tones? neutral tones

14. Breakfast for dinner or pizza for breakfast? mmm cold pizza

15. Do you have a green thumb or a black thumb? idk what either of those mean sorry i’m dumb aaa

16. What’s your favorite feature of yours? none

17. Would you rather be a lawyer or a doctor? doctor

18. What type do you tend to go for physically? hm tall bitches

19. Power of invisibility or flight? flight!!

20. Would you rather wake up with your makeup magically done or your hair? makeup pLS

21. What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into? someone said that ‘mariano was a bad character’

22. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen someone do in public? kiss, like ew

23. What’s your dream date? idk i guess watching a scary moviee

24. Do you tend to gravitate more toward using logic or intuition to make decisions? intuition

25. Do you like parties? sometimes

26. Did you enjoy high school? no ew

27. Who is the craziest person in your family and why? my older brother, anger issueeeesss

28. What’s your favorite holiday tradition? trick-or-treating

29. Can you describe your laugh? loud, squeaky, awkward

30. Instagram or Twitter? instagram

31. What’s a show that everyone loves that you didn’t? orange is the new black

32. What song is stuck in your head? they/them by atlas

33. Do you like exercising? yep

34. Do you scare easily? very

35. Who are your top 5 celebrity crushes? idk

36. If you could learn one language fluently what would it be? frenchh

37. Would you fly to the moon if given the opportunity? no no

38. What’s your favorite flower? dandelion

39. What non-sexual touch affects you the most? a hand on your thigh or knee when you’re sitting together??? uGHGHGHG

40. Do you enjoy cuddling? yesss

41. Do you like valentine’s day? nooo

42. Do you enjoy driving and are you a good driver? yes and no

43. What would you be most likely to become famous for? acting or singing

44. Do you have a favorite quote? ‘i solemnly swear that i’m up to no good’

45. Are you a romantic? yess

46. Do you have any tattoos or want to get one? i want a semi colon iykyk

47. Biggest pet peeve? people in general

48. Favorite personality trait about yourself? hm none

49. Sum up your type in three words. tall, mean, unbothered

50. Do you listen to Kpop and if so who is your bias and why? nopee

51. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake? almost two weeks but i passed out with like 2 days before the mark ugh

52. Hot or cold weather? hott

53. Bouquet of flowers or box of chocolates? floweys

54. Can you do any good impressions? nope

55. What’s the best prank you’ve been witness to? none lol

56. Favorite dessert? ice cream!! there’s a circle-k near my house and if you put ice cream in a slurpee it’s so GOOd

57. Is there a vine or tik tok you quote often? hmm there’s too many lol

58. What tumblr blog always makes you smile?  all of my mutuals i’m just too tired to tag aaa

59. What country that you haven’t been to do you want to visit most? ameriCa mainly california

60. Can you cook and do you enjoy it? yep and yep

61. What’s your guilty pleasure movie? harry potter 3

62. What’s your comfort movie? encanto (the amount of times i’ve watched it)

63. Is there a genre of music you don’t like? country

64. What’s an album that you think has no skips on it? taylor swift red

65. What’s your favorite thing to watch on youtube? encanto or harry potter tiktok compilations

66. Would you make the first move to ask someone out? nooope i suffer in silence

67. Do you often dream or have nightmares that you remember when you wake up? eh sometimes

68. What are you craving right now? ngl i want icecream now that i mentioned it

69. What turns you on? haH 69 sorry

70. What’s something you haven’t done that you think most people have? hm idk

71. What genre is your favorite playlist right now and what’s it called? my playlist is a mix  of sad songggs lol but it’s called torn love letters and the faint smell of gasoline

72. Are you a sad or happy drunk? Chill or energetic drunk? sad, energetic drunk, chill and excited high

73. What time of day do you like best? hm idk

74. Do you tend to enjoy being babied or do you prefer to be the one taking care of someone else? baby me plsssss

75. What top three cities do you want to travel to? idk

76. What’s your favorite feature about your best friend? they’re nice, they’re pretty, they’re smart, they’re funny, most of all they don’t exist

77. Do you have any pets? What are their names? two cats, Evelyn and Addison

78. Back scratches or having your hair played with? back scratches pls don’t touch my hair lovve

79. Do you like surprises? no no

80. What’s your favorite picture of yourself? none

81. What books influenced you most as a child? harry potterr

82. Do you like kids? babies yea

83. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? (or other accessory if you don’t wear any) i’ve been wearing this bandaid so long it feels like part of me so

84. Any wild stories passed around in your family? nope none that i know of

85. Do you consider yourself an independent person? very no

86. What are you most comfortable sleeping in? my caT

87. What was your childhood dream? to grow up

88. What’s your fictional OTP? wolfstar or jegulus

89. What’s one thing you want to achieve this year? ugh life?? ig

90. What has been your favorite book you’ve read in the last 5 years? the lie tree

91. What was the first movie to make you cry? neverending story

92. What book world would you live in if given the opportunity? harrry potterrrrr

93. What’s your craziest work related story? i don’t have a jOb

94. What’s the best job you’ve had so far? none

95. Worst tinder or date experience? they asked me to give em head,,,,,,, i was 15

96. What’s the first thing you think of when you wake up most mornings? uhm idk

97. Are you more of a planner or a spontaneous adventurer? spontaneous

98. Do you think you see yourself the way other people see you? noooo

99. What’s the last show you binged? b99

100. What’s one of your fondest memories? hm

[bebx]

Loki headcanon where he has to babysit a kid staying at the tower

Loki hated that he wasn’t allowed to go to the mission with the team. It wasn’t like he wanted to save the world or whatever, but he figured it would be better than... this.

Peter Parker strained an ankle and broke a leg after he fell down the stairs and had to be in full cast. Apparently even Spidey the Friendly Neighborhood could get himself hurt when he slipped on a banana peel

And it was Loki’s banana peel

So Loki had to take responsibility. Whether or not he liked it.

“He’s fine. He didn’t break his neck. It’s just a leg. He will live,”

But of course Tony wouldn’t have any of it. As a punishment (?) for making the kid slip, Loki had to stay put and babysit Peter Benjamin Parker for a night while the team went out for a mission.

Peter was bedridden. Or, if he wanted to, the kid would have to hop around with the crutches.

At first Loki thought it was hilarious until it got ridiculously annoying — as in, he’d been reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes now because he couldn’t focus at all when the noises, from Peter’s crutches knocking on the floor with every jump he did, kept making him lose his place and so he had to start the paragraph over again.

Loki snapped his book shut and considered snapping Peter’s neck, too.

“What are you doing?” “I can’t reach the cereal” “screw the cereal” “but mister Loki, I’m hungry and I need to eat-” “stop jumping around. It’s annoying”

Peter, thankfully, stopped jumping. Loki went back to his book.

Then, ten seconds later, the same noises resumed and Peter was jumping with his crutches trying to reach that box of cereal on the shelf.

Loki considered throwing the kid out the window. Or himself.

He ended up putting his book aside and physically walking over to the damn shelf to pick the damn box for Peter, though.

Loki, for the third time, then went back to his book. He attempted to finish at least a chapter tonight. Which... shouldn’t be a problem, right? Because Peter already got his damn cereal, so Loki should finally be able to read in peace.

He was wrong. Three minutes later, Peter was next to him on the couch, munching on the cereal. (next as in very close, very very close — like seriously, the kid didn’t know what a personal space was)

And Loki mentally howled.

“Hey Mister Loki, can we watch a movie together?”

That’s it. Loki gave up. He wasn’t reading tonight and he should’ve known.

He let Peter pick the movie, mostly because, whatever movie Peter was going to pick, Loki didn’t care.

He just wanted the night to be over.

Peter picked Frozen.

And really, Loki couldn’t care less if the main character was an outcast, who had an overly-energetic sibling and ice power, who seemed to be a cold bitch but was also a diva with secret soft side... like Loki. Really, he couldn’t care less but... out of curiosity, was she happened to be adopted, too?

After the movie ended, Peter asked if Loki liked it. Loki, of course, said no.

But he knew he secretly shed a tear when Anna saved her sister and he knew Peter saw it. He was just.... glad Peter pretended he didn’t see it. (Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad?)

“Mister Loki?” “What?” “I think I have to pee” “so go?” “I... ughhh... need a little help”

Okay. The kid was that bad.

Loki was a God, the Prince of Asgard and the Rightful King of Jotunheim. He wasn’t supposed to be taking some high school kid to the toilet because the kid was dumb enough to have his leg broken. That, apparently, was exactly what Loki was doing.

He waited outside, arms crossed over his chest, until Peter was done.

“It’s time for bed” “what?” “I said it’s time for be-” “no one goes to bed at 21:00 Mister Loki,”

Okay, to make things worse, the kid was ridiculously stubborn.

Loki thought about using his magic to knock the little pain in the ass out, but Peter interrupted said thought with the idea of, quote his words, something fun.

Whatever it was, Loki told himself he wouldn’t care.

He cared enough to listen to Peter’s idea of ‘something fun’ though

And that’s how Peter introduced Loki to the mysterious of Midgard’s ouija board. Peter got it last week from a garage sale and never had a chance to ‘have fun’ with it.

“Do you have ghosts on Asgard?” “I believe we call them Draugars. They are the unrest.” “That’s so cool, Mister Lowki,,,”

Peter spent a good five minutes explaining to Loki how ouija board worked. And even if Loki kept saying it was ridiculous every now and then, he listened, and when Peter asked if he understood, when he was done with the explanation, Loki nodded.

That’s how they began their little ritual in the dark.

It was... not a ghost, though.

Just them scaring each other without even knowing they were doing so.

Of course, Loki acted tough and unbothered.

But he jumped and flinched pretty hard by every unexpected noise.

It was Peter who eventually moved the planchette to ‘bye’ and ended the game.

And Loki never felt more relieved.

It was probably time for bed. But really, they were pretty much spooked by now, though they both would rather die than to admit.

The Avengers returned to the tower to Loki and Peter cuddling on the couch, which was... the last thing they expected. (Thor made a bet Loki and the kid would thrash the entire building while Tony kind of expected them to come back to a crime scene or worse)

But this. This was.... surprising and... wholesome.

Really. Look at that. They both slept like babies.

So Tony took his phone out and took a picture of it.

He was so hanging it on the wall.

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A change of heart

genre: angst, romance characters: reader and taeyong, nct word count: 1371 summary: What it’s in the past belongs in there, unrequited loves are meant to stay unrequited.

Part 1 Lie number 4

“Hey Johnny, is everything ok?” Y/n answered the phone.

“Yes, it’s just Jaehyun asking where is his jacket, the orange one?”

“I didn’t took it?”

“He said ‘Yes, she did’ ”

“I didn-”

“I did, it’s here” she found it in the middle of the hangers.

“He’ll need it, he said, bring it now, he said”

“I can’t! I have a date” she exclaimed.

“After the date you better bring it! he said”

“Ok ok, bye Johnny”

“Bye Y/n”

Y/n was in a rush for another one of her Tinder dates. This kind of ritual has happened for the past two months at least once every two weeks. After a long time without having any contact with another human being in a romantic way, Jaehyun, her best friend,  was pushing y/n out of her “fortress of solitude” as he liked to call her lack of interest on dating for the past year and a half.

I don’t know why I keep doing this.

After finishing dressing up, Y/n took a quick look in the mirror and shook her head to the sight of a woman ready to be bored, yet again. Pushing the negative thoughts away, she looked at the pic of her date once more.

“At least he’s cute and he likes dogs”

Arriving at the sashimi place they decided to meet, she was greeted by an educated, humorous, and gentle guy. Throughout the night they shared many stories and ideas, making the date very enjoyable, after all. By the end of it, they said their goodbyes with a shake of the hands. The guy rushed to set another date but Y/n said she was going to text him as soon as she knew when she’d be available. Lie number 1.

“You’re very smart and beautiful, i’m so surprised…in the most positive way. I loved our date” the guy said with a coy smile.

“Thank you, you’re great yourself. I loved it too” Kinda of a lie number 2.

With that, Y/n nodded and walked towards the street to get her cab. She took Jaehyun’s jacket of her waist and put it on since it was getting chilly. She called Jaehyun and asked if she could drop his jacket by his place but he said he was dining out with some of the boys and other friends in a near by restaurant.

“Driver, can you take me to this address?” she showed the map he sent and they started to head over his encounter.

-

“Ok bye ugly” Jaehyun finished the call. Right after, he looked at Taeyong who was laughing of a ridiculous joke Yuta told.

“And then he dies” Yuta finished and Johnny couldn’t believe the atrocity of a joke he just heard until he spots a orange Y/n coming their way.

“Y/n!” Johnny exclaimed.

Everyone turned around except for Taeil, Johnny and Taeyong who were facing her direction.

“Hey guys” Y/n greeted with a shy voice, overwhelmed by the amount of people in the table.

“Sit here” Johnny points to the empty seat where his coat was between him and Taeyong.

Jaehyun gave a huge smile to the sight of his beloved jacket while stretching his arms across the table to receive it.

“I’m cold Jay” she begged.

“Your dress is long sleeved” he responded with a ridiculous grin.

“I’m not giving it now you jackass, let me order my cab first”

“Give.it.to.me.now.”

Y/n only sticks her tongue out in response and handles the bright coat for him.

"I'll call my cab before I die of hypothermia" she dramatizes.

Jaehyun observes Taeyong sticking his hands to the back of his chair to reach his backpack.

“No no, you barely arrived. Have my coat, I’m not wearing it” Johnny suggested.

“Thank you, you’re a REAL gentleman John” y/n said while staring at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun made a mocking face while he watched Taeyong stop and turn his torso again to the table.

Hm.

“Do you wanna eat something Y/n?” Jaehyun asked.

“No, I just came from that dinner I had remember?”

“Oh, the date?”

Y/n gave a look that could shoot a whole through a wall.

“Yes Jaehyun, exactly” she said with gritted teeth.

“How was that btw?” Johnny asked, while pouring a small dose of soju for her.

“Ok, I guess”

Jaehyun looked once again to Taeyong to see him digging his noodles, unbothered.

“Only ok? C'mon Y/n, when will someone win your heart woman?” Johnny replied to the uninspired report she gave.

She let it out a long sight while looking at Jaehyun, who started looking down to dodge her deadly glare.

“He was nice, and very sweet and everything. Maybe I’ll give him a call after all. You’re right.” Lie number 3.

Suddenly the cellphone beside Y/n’s hand on the table starts vibrating.

[Baby] - could be read on the screen.

Baby, she reproduced in her head.

“Hello” Tayeong immediatly picked up. “Yes, i’m almost done” “Ok” “Love you back, bye”

Love you back, she reproduced in her head.

Taeyong reached his bag once again and grabbed the jacket inside of it along with some money.

“Guys, I’ll be leaving now, see you all tomorrow morning for practice ok?”

“Ughhhh” Doyoung grunted.

“Yeah ughhh” he laughed and waved to everyone quickly on the table.

Y/n felt her chest fall like she was holding her breath for the last 20 minutes.

He was too close.

“Are you alright Y/n? You look pale” Tail asked.

“Yes yes, I’m fine. I think I’ll be leaving too, I’m tired” she said.

“Let me take you home then” Jaehyun offered.

“No no, i’m fine, i just wanna head home and sleep” she said while getting up, taking off Johnny’s coat to return it and grabbing her purse.

“No bug, keep it, it’s cold! I’m fine” he smiled.

“Thank you John” she reciprocated with a small hug.

“Bye Jay, call you tomorrow” she waved.

“Bye Y/n”

“Sorry” Jaehyun gestured with his mouth in silence.

“It’s ok” she assured.

After there, Y/n headed home and didn’t even showered, just crawling straight into her bed.

“It’s like all my energy left my body” she whispered to herself before closing her eyes.

-

A few hours later the boys headed home, each one entering their shared apartment. Jaehyun’s was co-habitated by Taeyong, Johnny, Donghyuck and himself.

When the boy was heading to his room, he suddenly heard his name being called by Taeyong in the kitchen.

“Yes” he answered.

“How was the rest of the night?” Taeyong asked.

“Cool. I thought you wouldn’t come home actually.”

“Why not, I live here” he smiled.

“Yes hyung but you know, because Yunseo called you I thought you would be at her house” he smiled back.

“No, we decided to come here since I have to be up early in the morning.”

“Oh ok. Good night then” Jaehyun started to head over his room again when Taeyong called him once more.

“Yes, hyung”

“Would you sit here in the couch for a minute, Jay?”

“Sure.”

Both of them sat and Taeyong started to speak.

“Jay…i noticed what you were doing this whole evening and what you do every time Y/n is around me. You know…staring constantly at my every move.”

Jaehyun got startled “I’m sorry hyung, I’m just concerned.”

“About?”

“You…and her, I mean, I know.”

“Know what?”

“How you used to feel about her.”

“Exactly, how I used to feel about her. Jay, I’m only talking to you like this because I know your intentions are the best ones. But, please, stop.”

Taeyong took a deep breath.

“It’s a request, Jay. It makes me extremely uncomfortable every time and I’m the only one that notices but what if my girlfriend does too? Do you understand it?”

“Yes hyung.”

“I know it’s how you “take care” of me but there’s nothing to be took care of. Me and Y/n, we were never a thing, even for a second. So please, don’t make it seem like it’s more than has ever been. Are we clear?“

"Yes hyung. I’m sorry if I made you uncofortable.”

“It’s ok.” Taeyong got up from the couch to head to his room and now it’s his name being called by the younger one.

“Can I ask you one question and you promise not to get mad at me?”

“What is it, Jaehyun?”

“Don’t you feel anything for her anymore?”

“Look Jay…yes I developed some feelings for her a year and a half ago, but I also got over her around that time. She didn't reciprocate, I moved on. No one is attached to this story anymore except for you. I’m being honest. I have Yunseo, I love her and that’s it. It’s over, wherever we had, which was nothing, it’s over. Are we clear?”

“Yes hyung. Good night”

“Goodnight, Jay.”