#the small one is the head of the student council and the big one is the fucking vice!

[wonrevlaic]

✦. BETTER THAN HE CAN ּ ֶָ֢.

warning : cringe, bad english, harshwords, fluff, tiny angst, ooc.

pairings : badboy!jake × fem!reader × richboy!sunghoon. (ft. yunjin, karina, other ocs).

^᪲᪲᪲ synopsis : when you just go to your new highschool with your cousin cause your mom is having other projects— then you just met the two of them.

When you just arrived in front of your new highschool, you spot your cousin— Karina, just waiting for you infront of the gate.

After parking the car you get out from it with your mom. "Hey! oh God.. it's been a long time, isn't it sweetie?" your mom greet Karina warmly while she just gave it a small genuine smile.

You peek behind your mother and wave your hand slightly "hey.. rin" is all you said to her. Karina who sees you directly pull you and held your hand

your mother just chuckles slightly while seeing that— "good to know that you both still bonding.. I hope you enjoy your highschool here y/n, don't be troublesome to Karina" she said.

You just nod slightly "Yeah, i will" while playing with the hem of your skirts, Karina just looking at you slightly "Don't worry! She's good with me, i'll always by her side"

your mom just nod and pat your shoulder "You have Karina, okay? ask her anything you don't know, don't forget study diligently here.." she said before going back to her car.

"Come on, were still have a time to wander around!" Karina said cheerfully, you just smile and nod— runninh with her through the corridors

you pant, too tired from the much running "that's kinda fun.. but this school is too big—" she just laughs mockingly "you're just weak, come on let's go to our seat". When you go inside your classrooms there is only one seat that empty, and you don't even know the person who's sitting beside you.

Karina glances at you with knowing looks "don't worry your sitting with me, look" she point to her seat "i'll tell my friend to sit somewhere" as she wanted to talk, you stopped her

"wait no! she's there first, you can't just do that" you held her hand preventing her to walk to her friend.

"nah, she's good— hey Jane! can you sit somewhere? she's new student, she want to sit beside me" she scream not too loud

the Jane girl just give hera quick nod and tidy up her things and go to other seat while Karina pick up your bag and put it beside her.

while the math lesson...

You yawns softly, but enough to make Karina look at you. "boring right?" she sighs

"Yeah.. can't believe it's this boring" you agreed with her, while leaning on your chair— she just stare at you.

"Ah, did you know the boy behind you?" she asked, but you just give her a little head shakes "he's the school troublemaker— but peoples calls him badboy tho".

You just frown "I don't want to deal with someone like him.. i think it's really bothersome" she gave you quick nod "but actually you can try make him fall for you! cmon you're pretty enough to make him fall for you~" she teased.

You let out a scoff "and stuck with him for whole senior year? no way.." you glances at the boy Karina's talk about "what's his name by the way..?"

Karina pinch you "don't stare..! ugh, i cant with you" she rolls her eyes. "Ah, and he's Jake— Sim jaeyun actually, but everybody's calling him jake"

you give her a quick nod while stroking your arm that getting pinched "that hurts by the way!"

The next day...

You ran to the gate just to see the gate is already closed. And the student council is there

"ugh.. can i please go inside?" You plea to him to let you slide. He give you unapproved head shakes "no. You're late and that's what you got"

You rolls your eyes not knowing he's staring at you really focused. "Or maybe you can.." your eyes just light up when he said that.

"give me your number and i'll let you slide" He smirks teasingly and already taking out his phone, to lazy to argue you just take his phone and type your number when suddenly

"Ah! who's that?!" You screamed, you just look up and sees the boy yesterday— jaeyun.. oh no! it's jake.

"hey look! he's climbinh the walls and you just let him pass?" you protest to the student council.

"ah.. him again?" he's just let out a chuckles. After taking his phone he just grab Jake's bag to prevent him running

Jake's having a goofy smile on his face when the student council held his bag "uh.. can you let me go?"

"What am i? Stupid person? Come with me" he grabs jake bag once again to make him go. While jake stare at you a little bit before going with the student council

"she think i'll let her go that easily..?" he thought to himself "of course not".

Lunch time...

When you walk in the hallway with Karina you feel you head bump onto something— oh! It's jake.

Karina just frown and whisper to you "uh.. what you have done?" your face is full of question too, before he start speaking

"You still have business with me, you remember it right?" He gives you a mocking smirks "of course you do, it's just this morning".

Karina give him and intimidating looks before he grabs you to somewhere— "wait! y/n!" she shout to you that being grabbed

"what do you want?!" you asked him, trying to stop him from walking. He just scoffs "what do you think?" He said before letting you go and make you sit in a empty classroom.

He held your chin, getting slightly closer to your face— you close your eyes immadately, already imagining worst things to happen when suddenly he laughs at you mockingly

"What do you think i would do? I don't want to do what you think either" he let go of your chin and steps away.

"Then what do you want?" you asked him still sitting on the chair to prevent his other actions. He acted like he think awhile

"You. Be my servant" he chuckles. Your eyes is widening, servant he said?

"for one semester" he continue his words "deal? or i'll give you more" he tilts his head, looking so innocent while saying the most weird things

"I don't want to!" You ran away from him before he can grab your hand again

When you're already far you just bump into someone else— "ouch! I'm sorry!"

She get up slowly "ah.. it's okay, girl.." she chuckles and helping you get up

"oh yeah.. thank you.. uh?" You forgot her name but she seems familiar to you. "I'm yunjin, were just talk when it's p.e earlier" she smiled at you

"ah.. yunjin, thanks!" You smiled at her. "Do you know where's Karina's at?" You asked her, then she answered with a head shakes

She tilts her head "you lost her? That's okay, let's go to cafetaria together then" she smiled at you while walked you to cafetaria.

15 minutes later...

You enjoyed your food while standing cause the students js already having all seats. "I think this is my favorite, thanks for sharing!" Yunjin's just smiled at your words "oh, no problem—"

Her word just got cutted by some girls shout. "Sunghoon!!" They said. You probably don't know who is he, you're new student after all

Yunjin's just scoffed "Ah, he's here.. that why it's so crowded" before you could ask she already yapping about sunghoon almost too much.

"He's our school donor, his dad actually.. so rich too! He's kinda popular, more popular than Jake" she said.

You stare at him like he's a statue "i see the charm.. but not enough?" You nod your head approving

"Really? Huh.. half of the girls is crazy about him" she talked while munching your taco.

"I have good idea" her eyes lit up. "What is it?" you give her your half bited taco, while she accept it

then suddenly she just push you to Sunghoon and his friendgroup.

"Ah! Yunjin—" you fall looking kneels down. Before you could stands up yunjin just shouted "Sunghoon! She likes you!".

One of his friend looks at you "woah, you can make a girl kneels down for you, hoon" they laughs at you. Sunghoon stare down at you "It's just my charm" and chuckles.

You frown "Ugh! I don't like you, it's because my friend push me!" You go out of his sight— "did you just got rejected? Oh, boy.. Chase her, they cant know you just got rejected" his friend said.

Sunghoon immadately stand up from his seat trying to catch you, and you? You run to the hallway, forgetting yunjin in the cafetaria alone. A long run until you just bump onto someone

"Oh! Here you are!" Jake grab your hand before you can run from him again. "Why are you running around?" He tilts his head asking you. You pant "Just got chased by.." Just when you want to talk Sunghoon pat your shoulder.

Jake glances at Sunghoon, having a questioning looks on his face— "what have you done?" he ask quietly, you only respond by shrug.

"are you really rejecting me?" A sentence come out from Sunghoon's mouth. Your eyes finally have courage to glances at his face and having eyecontacts with him. "I.. I'm not? Of course I'm not" you answer his question hesitantly.

Jake who see your behavior pulls you and make you run again with him. "Damn it! Why are we running?!" You curse at him while he's just laughinh and taking you to the nearest bush so Sunghoon doesn't catch you both.

You sighs heavily, today is really tiring day for you. All this running stuff makes you tired "What's that for?" You sit carefully. He rubs his neck "Uh.. i protect you from him!" He said proudly.

You frown and tilting your head "you're not. You're hiding here with me instead of confront him" you scoffs at him while he open a pack of candy.

"I am, i just protected you from further problem with him— you don't want to mess with him either right? He's kinda dangerous" He looks at you seriously while saying all of his reason.

You raised an eyebrow. "You seem know him too much, I mean.. if compared to others". He laughs at your words

"I mean.. were siblings, of course i know him" He looks at you, smiling sweetly. "You boy doesnt even looks alike.. i mean—" you pause to think of a more appropriate words.

"Oh.. were still siblings tho! We have same dad, different moms— I'm the child of a maid. I'm born from unhealthy relationship. And of course he will hates me because I'm the maid's child" He explain to you casually.

"So.. you and hoon are technically siblings?" You just nod while understanding the whole situation. "I just heard that, I'm so sorry—" he quickly asnwers you "No, don't say that. That's my choice to explain it to you" he stand up from the bush after hearing the school bells.

"Oh! Were probably late now!" As you want to stand up he push you slowly "We can skip class. I mean? It's math today, you sure want to stuck in a such a boring 1 hours class?" He asked you, literally invite you to skip school.

You just nod "That's such a new experience, i guess?". He smiled at your choice and pass his hand to you "Come on, i'll show you a good hidden places"

You held his hand while he walks you to the place he meant. It's behind the school, a big three is there with some bench— with a really calming vibes. Your eyes glitterinh, you feel excited.

"You like it?" Jake's glances at you while smiling, then he sit on the bench tapping the space beside him for you to seat "Here".

You sit beside him, wandering your eyes to the beautiful heavenly scenery near you. "It's such a good place, I love it" you smile excitedly to him. "I'm glad you liked it, this actually my new skipping class base" he laughs.

You lean yourself on the bench "I love it here.." you yawns softly, feeling sleepy cause the calming vibes around you. "Just sleep, we can go back everytime you want" Jake put his hand behind your neck for a lil pillow.

"Th-thanks.." you stutter slightly and leans on his arms. Feeling relaxed, you closed your eyes feeling the wind brushing your hair lovingly.

Next morning...

When you arrived, you wanna put your things in your locker. But when opening it you found something that you didnt place there— a mini bouquet with an asking out letter.

You smiled "It's probably Jake's behavior" just that sunghoon walks pass you "It's mine actually, you can answer it on my number there" he chuckles softly and goes to his class immadately.

You freezed, your eyes widened— "Hey! Morning, girl~" suddenly you heard a high pitched voice from your back, you already know it's probably yunjin's.

She get closer to you try to peak what you hold in your tiny hands. "What's that? Bouquet?" She chuckles "You already makes a boy fall for you?".

You put the bouquet and the letters back to your locker and close them. "It's from Sunghoon, he's probably want to prove that ill fall for him" You just laughs it off. "Even better! You know everybody's want to experienced these thing— especially this come from Sunghoon" she said excitedly

You shakes your head "nah.." and grabs her hand to go to the classroom. When you go, you see Karina's seat is empty because she's absent. "It's gonna be reaaaally boring" you sighs as you sit on your own seat. Yunjin's glances at you "Karina's not here? Don't worry we can go together" she smile.

2 hours passed, you're really bored now. All you do it's wandering your eyes all over the classroom— and there you are staring Jake for really long time. Everyone doesn't notice of course, they're busy with their assignment.

Been 2 minutes seen you stare at him and this time he paused and looks at you making a slight eyecontacts, your eyes widens and quickly break it— and pretend to be busy like the others do.

The bells ring...

You walked out from your classroom, letting Yunjin go to the teachers office alone. You walk through the corridors and meeting Jake again, leaning on the wall.

As you wanted to walk pass him, he immadately calls you "Hey, wait there!" You stopped. You look at him with all questions on your head "What again?".

"Did Sunghoon ask you out? I heard it from your conversation with Yunjin— did you really interested on him?" He ask all those question simultaneously to you, not letting you think for an answers.

"Can you chill? I'm not even answering his letters yet, and maybe HE is the one who interested" you rolls your eyes at him, he stand up straight

"but really, you want to accept it? Like? Now?" You shrug "I don't know.. maybe yes, maybe no" that answer is not helping from him.

He sighs before he walks away, you stay at your place only staring at him looking tired with his behavior. Just when you're happy to see Yunjin, you spotted she's there— you run to her happily and walked to cafetaria together.

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[motherofplatypus]

Grimpulse headcanon: Impulse once thrown himself onto the bed with Grian on it and it launched the poor guy across the shopping district. Its been three weeks and he's still sleeping on the couch.

[bmpmp3]

those little 1/12 size pvc and abs blind box bjds are so so dangerous like theyre so cute and well made and affordable but i Do Not have the space for all these funny little guys

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Scoring Points with You | psh

pairing: bballcaptain!sunghoon x studcopres!reader

wc: 5.1k

synopsis: As a dedicated student leader, Y/N never expected Park Sunghoon, the school’s star basketball player, to turn his playful pursuit into something deeper. Between late-night practices, unexpected gestures, and growing tensions before the championship, their connection becomes impossible to ignore. With the biggest game of the season approaching, one thing is certain—win or lose, everything is about to change.

Y/N had always been busy. As a student leader, her schedule was packed with meetings, events, and academic responsibilities. But she thrived in it. She loved making a difference in their school, even if it meant sacrificing some personal time.

On the other hand, Park Sunghoon was the school’s star basketball player. Tall, talented, and undeniably handsome, he was practically the heartthrob of the entire campus. But for some reason, despite having a fan club of his own, he only had eyes for Y/N.

He had been trying to win her over for months now. Casual conversations turned into playful teasing, small gestures became grander ones, and no matter how much Y/N tried to brush off his advances, Sunghoon never backed down.

It wasn’t that Y/N disliked him—far from it. She just wasn’t sure if she had the time to entertain romance when her responsibilities demanded so much from her.

That was, until one particular afternoon.

Y/N and Sunghoon were sitting under the large tree near the school gym, a usual spot they’d found comfort in whenever Sunghoon insisted on walking her to her next meeting or whenever he found a way to steal time with her.

"You seem more stressed than usual," Sunghoon noted, taking a sip from his sports drink as he leaned against the tree trunk.

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's this school clean-up drive this Saturday. I barely have any volunteers. People signed up initially, but half of them backed out because of weekend plans."

Sunghoon raised a brow. "What about the student council members?"

"They’re helping, but we need more people to cover the entire school grounds. And we also have to clean the gym and fields, but…" Y/N groaned. "No one really wants to do that part."

Sunghoon hummed in thought before flashing a teasing smile. "What if I help?"

Y/N scoffed. "You? Park Sunghoon? Mr. Star Athlete? Are you really going to waste your precious rest day cleaning up the school?"

"Why not?" he shrugged. "If I do, will I finally earn some points with you?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on her lips. "You’d earn more points if you could magically get a whole team of volunteers for me."

Sunghoon’s smirk widened. "That’s a challenge, isn’t it?"

Before Y/N could question him, he stood up and stretched. "Don’t stress too much, Y/N. You never know, things might just work out in your favor."

She watched him jog back toward the basketball gym, shaking her head. "That boy is up to something…"

Y/N arrived at school just as the sun began to rise, expecting to see only a handful of volunteers. With gloves on and a checklist in hand, she mentally braced herself for a long, tiring day.

But as she reached the school gym, she nearly dropped her clipboard.

Instead of just a small group of student council members, there stood not only the entire basketball team but also the soccer team, all dressed in casual athletic wear and stretching as if they were about to start practice.

Kim Sunoo, the ever-energetic soccer captain, grinned and waved. "Morning, Y/N! Where do you need us?"

Y/N blinked rapidly, still processing the sight in front of her. Her brain couldn't keep up. "W-What—?"

Then, as if on cue, Park Sunghoon strolled over with his signature smug grin, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Surprised?"

Y/N turned to him, gaping. "Sunghoon… what did you do?"

"I just did what a good suitor should do," he said casually, as if organizing an entire sports team for a clean-up drive was no big deal. "Got you the volunteers you needed."

Sunoo leaned in with a chuckle. "He bribed us with pizza."

"Hey," Sunghoon shot back, "I just gave a little motivation. They showed up because they love their school."

Y/N pressed her lips together to hide her smile. "Unbelievable," she muttered.

Sunghoon leaned in slightly, voice low and teasing. "Admit it, you’re impressed."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Just a little."

Sunghoon beamed like he had just won a championship.

With the extra hands, the clean-up drive moved smoothly. The basketball and soccer players split up into groups, handling the heavier tasks like cleaning the gym, repainting the old bleachers, and clearing the fields. Meanwhile, the student council members focused on classrooms, hallways, and organizing supplies.

Y/N moved from group to group, making sure everything was going well. Every now and then, she found herself watching Sunghoon.

Despite being an athlete, he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He worked alongside his teammates, scrubbing the gym floors and hauling trash bags without complaint. Even when his hair was damp with sweat, he never lost his usual confidence.

At one point, Y/N noticed him sitting on the bleachers, wiping his forehead with his shirt.

Without thinking, she walked over and held out a clean towel. "Here."

Sunghoon blinked in surprise before smirking. "Aww, are you worried about me?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Just take it."

Chuckling, he took the towel and let her dab at his forehead. His heart raced slightly at how close she was, her face serious and focused.

"You’re really into this, huh?" he teased.

"I just don’t want you passing out on me," she replied.

Sunghoon grinned. "If I do, will you give me mouth-to-mouth?"

Y/N smacked his arm, making him laugh.

A few hours in, Y/N called for a break, setting up a snack table with drinks and sandwiches she had prepared earlier.

"Come and eat before we continue!" she announced.

The teams eagerly lined up, grabbing food and drinks. Y/N watched with satisfaction as they all dug in, chatting and laughing.

Sunghoon plopped down next to her, biting into a sandwich. "You made these?"

She nodded. "Figured you guys would need the energy."

He hummed in appreciation. "You really think of everything."

Y/N shrugged. "It’s part of my job."

Sunghoon nudged her lightly. "It’s also part of why I like you."

Y/N nearly choked on her drink. "Park Sunghoon—"

"Just saying," he said with a wink before grabbing another sandwich.

By late afternoon, the school grounds were spotless. Everyone was exhausted but proud of their hard work.

Sunghoon, true to his promise, had ordered a ridiculous amount of pizza. Y/N, feeling grateful for his efforts, secretly contributed half of the cost without telling him.

As the pizzas arrived, the teams cheered, gathering around to feast.

Sunoo took a huge bite and groaned. "Best. Volunteer work. Ever."

Jake,one of Sunghoon’s teammates, grinned. "We should do this more often if we get free food."

Sunghoon, sitting beside Y/N, leaned close. "You didn’t have to help pay, you know."

She looked at him in surprise. "How did you—?"

He smirked. "I have my ways."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I couldn’t let you do everything alone."

Sunghoon’s smirk softened into something more genuine. "That’s why I like you, Y/N. You always think of others."

She stared at him for a moment before smiling.

Maybe he really was more than just a star athlete trying to impress her. Maybe… he was someone worth giving a chance.

As the pizza party wound down, the sky turned a soft orange, signaling the end of the day. The volunteers stretched and yawned, satisfied with their work.

"Alright, I think it’s time to head home," Y/N said, gathering the leftover trash from the tables.

Sunghoon, who had been watching her closely, immediately stood up. "I’ll drive you."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

"You’ve been running around all day," he said, grabbing the trash bag from her hands before she could protest. "You're exhausted. Let me take you home."

She hesitated. "Sunghoon, I can just take the bus—"

He raised an eyebrow. "After all this effort, you’re going to reject one simple ride home?"

Y/N sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. "Fine. But only because my legs feel like jelly."

Sunghoon smirked in victory.

The car ride was surprisingly peaceful. Sunghoon had rolled down the windows slightly, letting the cool evening air fill the space. The hum of the radio played softly in the background, mixing with the faint sounds of the city.

Y/N leaned her head against the window, letting out a content sigh. "Today turned out better than I expected."

Sunghoon glanced at her. "Because of me?"

She scoffed but smiled. "I won’t give you all the credit, but… yeah, you helped a lot."

His grin widened. "I like hearing that."

Y/N shook her head, amused. "You really enjoy getting on my nerves, don’t you?"

"More than you know."

They both laughed, the conversation settling into something light and familiar.

When they finally reached Y/N’s house, Sunghoon put the car in park but made no move to leave.

"You sure you’re good?" he asked, his usual teasing tone replaced with something softer.

Y/N smiled at his concern. "Yeah. Thanks for the ride, Sunghoon. And… for everything today."

Sunghoon leaned back, looking pleased with himself. "Anything for you."

Something about the way he said it made her heart skip a beat.

Impulsively, before she could overthink it, she leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

Sunghoon froze.

When she pulled back, his eyes were wide, his ears turning red.

Y/N smirked at his rare speechless expression. "Goodnight, Sunghoon."

Without waiting for his reaction, she quickly stepped out of the car and headed inside, feeling her own cheeks heat up.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon sat there, unmoving, replaying the moment in his head.

Then, a slow, stupid grin spread across his face.

"Oh, I’m so winning this."

Sunghoon barely remembered the drive back home. His hands were on the wheel, but his mind was completely elsewhere—stuck on the feeling of Y/N’s lips against his cheek.

It wasn’t even a big kiss. Just a small peck.

But why was his heart still racing?

As soon as he parked in his driveway, he leaned back against his seat, exhaling loudly. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the heat still lingering on his skin.

"Aish…" He groaned, shaking his head with a dazed smile. "She really got me this time."

His phone buzzed.

Y/N: Get home safe, Sunghoon.

Sunghoon grinned, typing back immediately.

Sunghoon: You didn’t have to kiss me to make sure I’d drive safely, but I appreciate the encouragement.

Three dots appeared, then disappeared. Then appeared again.

Finally, she replied.

Y/N: You’re never gonna let this go, are you?

Sunghoon: Nope ;)

Sunghoon arrived at school with an extra spring in his step.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway, Jake whistled. "Well, someone’s in a good mood."

Sunghoon smirked. "Just a great end to a great day yesterday."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Does this have anything to do with Y/N?"

Sunghoon didn’t answer, but the smug look on his face said it all.

Unfortunately, before he could escape, Jay slung an arm over his shoulder. "Okay, spill. What happened?"

Sunghoon clicked his tongue. "I don’t kiss and tell."

"HAH! So there was a kiss!" Jake pointed at him dramatically.

Sunghoon groaned. "Not like that. Just a little—" He tapped his cheek.

Jay and Jake exchanged looks before whistling teasingly.

"Our boy’s making moves!"

"Y/N kissed him first? Wow, that’s a power move."

Sunghoon rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the satisfied smirk on his lips. "Laugh all you want, but this means I’m winning."

Jake snorted. "Dude, you’re the only one keeping score."

Sunghoon didn’t care. To him, Y/N’s small kiss meant something. She was opening up to him, little by little.

And if he had to work even harder to win her heart completely, he was more than ready for the challenge.

Because, at the end of the day, Park Sunghoon never backed down from something he wanted.

And what he wanted… was her.

After the clean-up drive, Y/N thought things would go back to normal. But Sunghoon had other plans.

It started with a simple text.

Sunghoon: Come to my practice after class today.

Y/N: Why?

Sunghoon: Because I want you to.

Y/N: That’s not a reason.

Sunghoon: Fine. Because you should witness how good your suitor is at basketball.

Y/N: Cocky much?

Sunghoon: Always ;)

She rolled her eyes at his confidence but, for some reason, found herself agreeing.

And that was how it began.

Y/N entered the gym hesitantly, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and the rhythmic dribbling of basketballs filling the air. She spotted Sunghoon immediately—he was impossible to miss.

Effortlessly weaving through defenders, he executed a perfect fadeaway jump shot, the ball swishing cleanly through the net.

A whistle blew. The coach clapped his hands. "Nice one, Park!"

Sunghoon turned, grinning when he saw Y/N standing near the bleachers. He jogged over, grabbing his water bottle on the way.

"You actually came."

"You sound surprised."

He chuckled, taking a sip of water. "I figured you’d come up with an excuse."

"I was going to," she admitted. "But I had nothing better to do."

Sunghoon smirked. "So, you wanted to see me?"

Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms. "Don’t flatter yourself, Park."

"Oh, I absolutely will."

Before she could reply, the coach called him back.

"Stay and watch," Sunghoon said before jogging back to the court.

And she did.

She found herself drawn to the way he moved—the sharp turns, the precise shots, the way he led his team effortlessly. He wasn’t just some popular athlete; he was good.

By the end of practice, when he jogged over to her again, sweaty but grinning, she handed him a towel before he could ask.

"See? You like watching me," he teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "You wish."

But from that day on, it became a habit.

Sunghoon started inviting her to every practice.

And the problem? She actually started looking forward to it.

She told herself it was just a break from her hectic student leader duties, but deep down, she knew better.

She liked watching him. Not just because of his skills, but because of the way his eyes lit up when he played.

Sunghoon, in turn, always made sure to show off whenever she was there. He’d steal glances at her between plays, sending her smirks whenever he made a difficult shot.

Jake noticed first.

"You’re working extra hard these days," he teased.

Sunghoon wiped his sweat with a towel, grinning. "Gotta impress a certain someone."

Jay chuckled. "You mean Y/N, who’s literally here for every practice now?"

Sunghoon glanced at her sitting on the bleachers, focused on her notes but still looking up every now and then.

He smirked. "Yeah. That one."

One evening, after a particularly intense practice, Sunghoon walked over to her, towel draped around his neck.

"You stayed the whole time again," he pointed out.

"Well, I had to make sure you didn’t trip on your own ego," she replied.

Sunghoon laughed. "Admit it—you’re turning into my biggest fan."

"In your dreams."

Sunghoon grinned. "Then why do you keep coming back?"

Y/N hesitated. "Because… it’s fun. Watching you play."

His teasing smile softened. "That’s all I wanted to hear."

Before she could process the flutter in her chest, he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"Let’s get food," he said casually.

Y/N blinked. "Huh?"

"You always wait for me after practice. I should return the favor by feeding you."

She narrowed her eyes. "You’re bribing me with food?"

"Is it working?"

A pause.

"...Unfortunately, yes."

Sunghoon laughed, reaching out to ruffle her hair before leading the way.

And just like that, post-practice hangouts became a thing, too.

After weeks of attending Sunghoon’s practices, Y/N found herself settling into an unexpected routine.

She never planned to become a regular, but at some point, it just happened. The team expected to see her on the bleachers, Jake always gave her an exaggerated wave, and Sunghoon—well, Sunghoon always played better when she was there.

And without realizing it, she had started preparing for these practices, too.

Which was why, instead of waiting for him to grab his usual towel after a grueling scrimmage, she pulled one from her bag.

The gym smelled like sweat and victory as practice wrapped up. Sunghoon, drenched from head to toe, was about to reach for his towel when Y/N stepped forward.

"Here," she said, holding up a clean one.

Sunghoon blinked. "That’s not mine."

"I know," she said, rolling her eyes. "I brought it for you."

For a second, he just stared at her.

"You brought me a towel?"

"Yes, genius. Now take it before you start dripping sweat on me."

Sunghoon took the towel but didn’t use it immediately. Instead, he looked down at it, then back at her, a slow smirk forming.

"You really like me, huh?"

Y/N groaned. "Oh my god, it’s just a towel!"

"But it’s a towel just for me," he teased, dabbing his face dramatically. "How thoughtful of my favorite fan."

"You are so annoying," she muttered, but she couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips.

After that, Y/N always brought her own towel for Sunghoon.

At first, she told herself it was just because he always forgot to bring a clean one. But the more she did it, the more she realized it was just… part of their thing now.

Sunghoon, of course, milked it for all it was worth.

"Y/N, my towel queen," he would joke every time she handed it over.

"If I’m the towel queen, then you’re the sweat king," she shot back.

But no matter how much she acted like it was a chore, she never once forgot to bring one.

And Sunghoon never let anyone else use it.

One particularly rainy evening, Sunghoon finished practice looking more exhausted than usual. Y/N waited for him as always, towel already in hand.

"Rough game?" she asked as he walked over.

Sunghoon sighed. "Coach was brutal today."

Without thinking, Y/N reached up and wiped his forehead for him instead of just handing the towel over.

Sunghoon froze.

Her fingers were gentle as she dabbed away the sweat, completely focused on what she was doing.

For once, he was the speechless one.

"You should take it easy," she murmured. "You’ve been overworking yourself lately."

Sunghoon swallowed. "You noticed?"

Y/N stopped wiping, finally looking up. "Of course I did."

His heart skipped a beat.

A drop of rain landed on her cheek, and he instinctively reached up to brush it away.

Y/N blinked at him.

The air felt… different. He wasn’t sure if it was the rain or just her, but suddenly, he had the strongest urge to close the space between them.

And maybe—just maybe—she felt the same way.

Because instead of stepping back, she stayed right where she was.

Jake’s voice from across the gym broke the moment.

"Oi, lovebirds! We getting food or what?"

Y/N immediately stepped back, clearing her throat. "You should change before you get sick."

Sunghoon exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. I’ll meet you outside."

But as Y/N walked away, towel still in hand, he touched his forehead where her fingers had been.

And despite the rain, he felt warm all over.

After every practice, Y/N and Sunghoon always ended up getting food together. It wasn’t planned at first—it just sort of… happened.

Jake and the others usually tagged along, but on nights like this, when the rain kept most people away, it was just the two of them.

"This is fine dining at its peak," Sunghoon joked, picking up two instant ramen cups from the shelf.

Y/N scoffed, reaching for some kimbap. "Says the guy who once ate plain rice because he was too lazy to cook anything else."

Sunghoon placed a hand on his chest. "I was in survival mode!"

"Survival mode? You live in a nice house, Park."

Sunghoon grinned. "Doesn't mean I know how to use the stove."

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled as they brought their snacks to the counter.

The rain was still falling lightly when they stepped outside, so they settled under the store’s awning. The warm glow of the streetlights reflected on the wet pavement, and the quiet hum of the city at night made everything feel a little softer.

Sunghoon peeled the lid off his ramen. "You know, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten with a girl after practice this often."

Y/N sipped her drink. "That’s because most girls would rather go on actual dates, not eat convenience store food with a sweaty basketball player."

He smirked. "Yet, here you are."

She paused mid-bite.

"...Touché."

Sunghoon chuckled, nudging her knee lightly under the table. "So, does that mean I’m special?"

Y/N scoffed. "More like persistent."

"Same thing."

She shook her head but didn’t argue.

They ate in comfortable silence, the occasional sound of raindrops against the roof filling the space between them.

Eventually, Sunghoon leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. "You know… I kinda like this."

"Like what?"

"This. You. Waiting for me after practice. Bringing me a towel. Eating food together."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Wow, Park Sunghoon. Are you sentimental right now?"

He clicked his tongue. "Shut up. I’m being serious."

Y/N stared at him for a moment. He looked… different. Not just the usual cocky, confident Sunghoon, but something else.

Something softer.

She smiled, just a little.

"Yeah," she admitted. "I like it too."

Sunghoon’s lips curled into a slow grin, one that made her heart do an annoying little flip.

"Damn," he said. "Now I really don’t wanna take you home yet."

Y/N laughed. "Too bad, because it’s getting late."

Sunghoon sighed dramatically but stood up anyway. "Alright, alright. Let’s go, princess."

Sunghoon’s car smelled like fresh rain and a faint trace of cologne.

Y/N leaned against the window, watching the streetlights blur past. The quiet hum of the engine and the soft music playing from the speakers made her eyelids grow heavier.

Sunghoon glanced at her. "Tired?"

She hummed. "A little."

"Should’ve let me carry you to the car, then."

Y/N scoffed. "I’m not letting you bridal-carry me in the middle of a parking lot."

Sunghoon chuckled. "One day, Y/N. One day."

A comfortable silence filled the car again. Sunghoon tapped his fingers lightly against the wheel, his gaze flickering to her every now and then.

As they pulled up in front of her house, he shifted into park and turned to her.

"Made it home safe, princess."

Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt, pausing for a moment before looking at him.

"...Thanks, Sunghoon."

"For what?"

"For… everything. Driving me home, treating me to food, dealing with my rants, being annoying—"

"Wow, so heartfelt," Sunghoon deadpanned.

Y/N laughed. But before she could think twice, she leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Sunghoon froze.

Y/N pulled back, looking slightly embarrassed. "Goodnight, Sunghoon."

Then, before he could recover, she slipped out of the car and disappeared inside.

Sunghoon sat there, completely still, hand hovering over the cheek where her lips had been.

"...What just happened?"

His heart was still hammering in his chest when he finally pulled out his phone.

Sunghoon: What was that for??

A few seconds later, she replied.

Y/N: Consider it a thank you gift.

Sunghoon grinned, running a hand through his hair.

Sunghoon: Well, I’d like another one. Preferably on the lips next time.

Three dots appeared.

Then disappeared.

Sunghoon chuckled.

"She’s never gonna admit it," he muttered to himself.

But he knew.

And that was enough for now.

Practice was supposed to be routine. Sunghoon had been in a good mood all day, texting Y/N between classes and even sneaking a snack into her bag when she wasn’t looking.

But by the time the basketball team wrapped up their scrimmage that evening, the air in the gym was tense.

Something had gone wrong.

And Sunghoon was furious.

“Say that again,” Sunghoon growled, shoving one of his teammates back.

The other player—Minho, the team’s shooting guard—scowled, wiping sweat from his mouth. “I said you’re acting like this is a damn solo sport. You’re not the only one on this team, Sunghoon.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Sunghoon snapped. “You think I don’t bust my ass for this team? Don’t come at me like I’m not pulling my weight.”

Minho scoffed. “You’re so obsessed with being the best that you don’t even see when you’re messing up. Not everything is about you.”

Sunghoon saw red.

Before anyone could react, he lunged.

Jake and the others scrambled to hold him back, barely managing to drag him away before he could do something reckless.

Coach yelled at them to cut it out, but Sunghoon was still livid, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The only problem?

He wasn’t listening to anyone.

“Somebody call Y/N,” Jake muttered. “He’ll listen to her.”

Y/N was halfway through finishing her notes when her phone buzzed.

Jake: SOS. Sunghoon got into a fight. Come to the gym.

She blinked.

Then immediately grabbed her things and ran.

By the time she arrived, the tension in the gym was still thick, but Sunghoon was no longer trying to fight Minho. Instead, he was pacing near the benches, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.

“Sunghoon.”

At the sound of Y/N’s voice, his head snapped up.

Everyone watched as he exhaled sharply, his whole body losing some of its tension.

Jake nudged one of the freshmen. “See? Told you he’d only listen to her.”

Y/N walked straight up to him, crossing her arms. “What happened?”

Sunghoon hesitated, still visibly agitated. “It’s nothing—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, dragging a hand down his face. “Minho was talking shit.”

“Sunghoon.”

“Fine.” He rolled his shoulders. “He said I was playing selfish. That I was trying to do everything myself and messing up.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Were you?”

Sunghoon frowned. “I was just trying to push myself harder.”

Y/N sighed, grabbing the towel from her bag. She reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead—something she always did after practice. This time, though, she was softer.

Sunghoon stilled.

His frustration didn’t completely fade, but his breathing slowed.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, Sunghoon,” she said quietly.

He swallowed. “I just… I don’t like messing up.”

“I know,” she murmured, still dabbing his face. “But fighting your own teammates isn’t going to help.”

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he glanced at Minho, who was still sitting on the bench, watching them.

Y/N followed his gaze. “Talk to him. After you cool down.”

Sunghoon let out a slow breath. “…Fine.”

Y/N finally lowered the towel, looking up at him expectantly. “Good?”

Sunghoon stared at her for a second before sighing in defeat. “Good.”

Jake, watching from the sidelines, smirked. “Damn. He really only listens to Y/N.”

Sunghoon shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

Y/N giggled, nudging him playfully. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Sunghoon muttered something under his breath, but the fight in his posture was gone.

And just like that, practice finally ended.

Sunghoon was lying on the bleachers after their last practice before the championship game, staring up at the gym ceiling as Y/N sat beside him, twirling a water bottle in her hands.

“You nervous?” she asked.

He turned his head slightly to look at her. “Nah.”

She gave him a look.

He sighed. “Okay, maybe a little.”

She laughed, nudging his knee. “You’ll do great, Sunghoon.”

He smirked. “Of course. I am Park Sunghoon.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I take it back. You’re insufferable.”

Sunghoon chuckled, but then his expression softened. He hesitated for a moment before turning to her fully.

“Hey, let’s make a deal.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What kind of deal?”

Sunghoon tapped his fingers against the bleacher. “If we win tomorrow… we make this official.”

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly.

“This?” she echoed.

Sunghoon tilted his head, his smirk turning into something more genuine. “Us. You and me.”

Y/N swallowed. “And if you lose?”

His eyes twinkled mischievously. “We still make it official.”

She laughed. “So it’s not really a deal, is it?”

Sunghoon grinned. “Nope. Just an excuse to make you mine.”

Y/N shook her head, but her cheeks were warm. “Fine. If you win, we make it official.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Then get ready to be my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Y/N almost didn’t make it.

Her professor had kept her class overtime for an important discussion, and by the time she was able to leave, the game had already started.

Heart pounding, she practically sprinted to the gym, pushing past the crowd gathered outside. The moment she stepped inside, the sound of squeaking sneakers, the sharp thud of the basketball bouncing against the court, and the deafening cheers filled her ears.

She scanned the court frantically—there he was.

Sunghoon was moving with precision, his brows furrowed in deep concentration as he dribbled past a defender. He didn’t notice her yet, too focused on the game.

Y/N quickly found a spot near the front, catching her breath as she gripped the railing.

“Half quarter left!” the announcer called.

She made it just in time.

Jake, who was about to pass the ball, caught sight of her first. He smirked and nudged Sunghoon.

Sunghoon barely glanced his way. “What?”

Jake only nodded toward the stands. “Look who finally showed up.”

Sunghoon turned his head, and the moment he saw Y/N, something shifted.

His eyes lit up, and even with the noise of the crowd, she swore she saw the corners of his lips twitch upward.

Y/N waved slightly, mouthing, I’m here.

That was all he needed.

Sunghoon smirked, rolling his shoulders before refocusing on the game. If he had been playing well before, now he was unstoppable.

He moved with newfound energy, weaving through the defenders effortlessly, making every shot with pinpoint accuracy. Jake chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “Damn, love really is a performance booster.”

With just seconds left, Sunghoon stole the ball, sprinted to the three-point line, and—with one smooth motion—launchedit toward the hoop.

The entire gym held its breath.

Swish.

The buzzer blared.

They won.

The crowd erupted into cheers, the entire team rushing to celebrate—except Sunghoon.

Because Sunghoon only had one destination.

The Deal is Sealed

Y/N barely had time to react before Sunghoon jogged toward her, eyes locked onto hers.

“You made it,” he said, still catching his breath.

She smiled. “Told you I would.”

He huffed a laugh, stepping closer. “And?”

She tilted her head. “And what?”

Sunghoon smirked. “Our deal.”

Y/N’s stomach fluttered.

Oh. Right.

If we win, we make it official.

Her heart pounded as she reached up, gently tugging him down by his jersey.

“Congratulations, boyfriend.”

Before he could respond, she pressed a quick but firm kiss on his lips.

The entire gym exploded with screams and cheers.

Jake whistled. “Finally!”

Sunghoon, still grinning against her lips, whispered, “Say that again.”

Y/N laughed. “Boyfriend.”

And just like that, the deal was sealed.

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[yncoreee]

JUST PRETENDING. Click!

Sohyun was known as the schools strict president, while you were her bubbly vice president.

At first glance, one could guess it was two couples having fun, with the taller one teasing the shorter one. Which was absolutely wrong because in reality it was Sohyun either yelling at you or scolding you.

She had always acted like she totally hated your guts. But nowadays she’s been acting oddly strange with her now strange attitude towards you.

Today was like any other day, after school you were stuck in the students council’s office until it was late in the evening. “Finally I’m done for the day” you sighed in relief packing your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder afterwards.

“Well, I gotta go home. See you tomorrow student pres” you waved off goodbye your hand resting on the door handle ready to leave.

“Wait!” Sohyun yelled, stopping you in your tracks. “Uhhh yeah? Is there anything you need?” You asked, pausing.

“Yeah I do need something” she nervously chuckled, rising up from her seat, carrying her bag with one of her free hands. “Actually, can we go to a park?” She suggested slightly tilting her head to the side.

“Sure I guess” you responded with a skeptical tone unsure of if this was actually Sohyun or some rando pretending to be her.

“Great!” She beamed excitedly with a smile twitching her face but returning back to her normal expressions when she realized.

She locked the door the moment the both of you excited the office.

The walk outside the school was normal, Sohyun just talked about the regulars. Things about the upcoming test and what to do to those who disobeyed the school rules today.

But the moment you both reached outside, it was like she ran out of words with the thick tension in the air as she could only pass silent glances.

Clearing her through she spoke up with a tiny shake in her voice. “C-can I h-hold your hand?” She asked, gesturing over to your hand.

“…….sure” you replied furrowing your eyebrows still skeptical about this whole thing.

“Thanks” she said, now intertwining her shaky and larger hands with your smaller ones.

She hummed feeling the warm contact. Her thumbs found its way to caress yours making it seem like a precious treasure that must be treated with carefulness.

“Sit. Let me go get ice cream” she spoke carefully sitting you down like a gentle woman rushing over to the ice cream stand near by.

She returned back handing one of the ice creams to you, keeping the other for herself.

Taking a seat right next to you she stared down at the floor like it was performing some kind of show. “Why did you asked for me to follow you to the park?” You asked breaking the silence.

“Oh that I-uhhh—“ she stuttered a small blush creeping up on her face. “Look I don’t want to beat around the bush so I’m going to be straightforward” she stated taking a deep sigh after. Grabbing one of your hands once again.

“Y/n…… I know I don’t really express it that much but…. I’ve been trying me best fl for the past days but I just can’t seem to be that obvious. Y/n…..I like you” she blurted out, diverting her eyes away from your face and towards the floor.

“Ahhhh I can’t believe I just confessed” she blushed furiously taking her hand away from yours, burying her face into it until she heard a giggle coming from you.

She rose her head up to look at you, furrowing her eyebrows. “Why are you smiling?”

“Sohyun…I knew something was off when you suddenly started to act strange. It just wasn’t— ”

“Is that a yes or no? Do you like me or not?” She interrupted raising an eyebrow. She guessed your answer was probably a no. Of course no one would want to date a cold person who probably couldn’t shower them with affection as much as anyone can.

“It’s a big yes. Of course I like you Sohyun” you smiled finishing off your ice cream.

Her eyes widened at your response with a sparkle of excitement. “YOU SAID YES?? So that means we’re officially together right? So I can do this?” She smirked placing an unexpected kiss on your lips pulling away after a few seconds.

“I love doing that. Let’s do it everyday”

[kwiyosin]

let's talk about childish jelous varsity!satoru :P !!

pairings: varsity!gojo x reader

synopsis: you help your aunt manage her cafe during your free time because hey, free food and you also get paid! plus, it keeps you entertained during game season when satoru is always training. you made a new friend too! student council president!kento, who frequents at the coffee shop.

it's game season so varsity!satoru is busy again. he's the star player anyways. you didn't mind though, not only you got used to it, you support him big time! of course you'd visit their training from time to time, but it's boring to watch boys playing with balls all day!

you would often help out at your aunt's cafe, it's near the campus, it gives free food, it gives you extra cash, and keeps you entertained. varsity!satoru doesn't mind either, plus his sweet tooth even loved the fact that you work at a cafe and alway smells like sweets!

what he did mind though, was when he decided to surprise you after his practice ended early, but when he came to the cafe, he was flabbergasted! varsity!satoru could only watch as he sees you in a booth, chatting with someone. and it's not just someone, it's the student council president!

varsity!satoru can't seem to tear his eyes from you figure, smiling and chatting with the student council president. he was only snapped out of his state when his best friend, suguru hit the back of his head. “get moving dipshit.” suguru says, walking inside the cafe, passing him.

“no suguru look! she found someone else!” varsity!satoru would whine, pulling suguru by his shirt. “they're just talking are you dumb?” suguru replies, rolling his eyes at his white haired friend. “but she's smiling stupid and giggling! she only does that with me!” satoru whines, again. “she does that with everyone, dingus.” ieri comments, pulling both guys out of the way, into a booth.

when the baristas got the orders for three people, you retreated back to the kitchen to help out. satoru did not notice it though, he's still whining about how easy you found someone else as he sulk at their booth.

satoru had his head slumped on the table, a huge pout on his lips as he threw tantrums. ieri and suguru was frowning at him. “look, i know i am very busy right now but other than that, what else did i lack!?” satoru asks his friends, earning an eye roll from both and a “maturity, perhaps.” from ieri.

“am i that childish? i know people gush over nanami-san for being so responsible and so mature. i didn't know my girlfriend would be one of them!” satoru says as he hits his head on the table. “yes, you are.” says the two. “...was busy for a sec and found someone else already...” satoru murmurs, slamming his palm on the table.

“whoa, easy there. my aunt will make you pay if you destroy her table.” hearing your voice, satoru immediately perks up, his head turning your direction. he was about to greet you but then remember he's upset. upset that you found someone else! he turns his head the other way, facing the wall.

“dumbass/stupid” suguru and ieri said at the same time. you gave satoru a questioning look as you placed the tray of their orders down. “didn't see you guys come in, by the way, sorry.” you says, trying to make a small talk. “'course you didn't. you were busy.” satoru, whose eyes are still glued on the wall, mutters.

“come again?” you asks, not really hearing what your boyfriend said. he did not reply though and he's still not facing you. you found it very...weird. “hey, 'toru how was practice? i thought you'd be done in at least two more hours.” you try to talk to him, but again, no reply. “suck it up satoru.” ieri says, so done with his tantrums.

“...toru?” you called out to your boyfriend but satoru kept his eyes glued on the wall. he wasn't even just looking away, he's literally sat there facing the wall. he looked so fucking stupid. yet you can't figure out why. “is he okay?” you ask, turning to his friends. “when is he ever okay? that guy has some screw loose.” ieri says, playfully rolling her eyes.

suguru sighs, looking at you with his tired eyes. “he's jealous because you wer—” “I AM NOT JEALOUS OF NANAMI-SAN!” oh. oh. you and ieri stifle a laugh and suguru face palmed. everyone in the cafe, including kento, has heard satoru. now everyone's eyes are on him.

satoru realized what he just revealed, although his words said otherwise, everyone in the room understood the situation. he could only stare at you with wide eyes, watching as you fight the urge to burst out laughing.

“i see.” you manage to say in between laughs. “in that case, it's okay for me to leave then? nanami-san and I still have a lot of matters to discuss about the council, i have a lot to learn being the newly elected vice president anyways.” you add, looking directly at satoru with your teasing smile.

oh right. oh shit you're right! satoru had forgotten that you're the new vice president! “don't leave. :c” satoru murmured, embarrassed at his own actions as he scoots over, giving you a place to sit. once you sat down, you let out a laugh.

“i'm not jealous.” he tells you, his voice dramatically low. “mhm, you're not.” you replied, playfully rolling your eyes at him. “dude you're embarrassing.” suguru and ieri said in unison.

𐙚 : short and crappy ik,,, :[ i got bored okay!!

plus i really love the idea of jjk hs!au i'm thinking of what roles the other characs should play :P

[acidsoju]

FESTIVAL

genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, college au, non idol. pairing: guitarist! beomgyu x college student! reader warnings: lots of fluff, kinda corny, , alcohol use, a little suggestive at the end. word count: 7.7k summary: you thought this year's festival was going to be a bummer like last year's, until you found yourself stuck spending the three whole days of it with that pretty guitarist boy that caught your eye.

JESUS, THE PLACE WAS CROWDED. You had never seen so many people agglomerating on campus like today― suddenly feeling very lucky for being stuck at the mini bar your class had set for this year’s festival, wiping glasses and pouring down alcohol to your teachers in hopes they would remember this small act of kindness from you when they graded your exams.

Today was just the first out of three whole, long days where your university held this fun festival celebrating its students and allowing them to have some fun for their hard efforts throughout the year. The student council members had taken care of everything; from decorating the whole place with banners and garlands to the big scenario that stood in between the main building’s entrance and the people around campus.

On stage already were some majors from dramatic arts displaying and ending a modern version of Romeo and Juliet; Romeo being, in fact, your dearest friend Yeonjun, who blew kisses to the public after bowing and receiving a bucket of flowers that was thrown at him; his keen eyes spotted you leaning against the counter, softly smiling at him and he lifted a flower in your direction, charmingly winking his eye at you. You raised a cup filled with some sweet alcohol and threw your head back, feeling the burning liquid sliding down your throat.

As night fell upon you, more people arrived and your mini bar became the top spot to hang out so you found yourself pretty busy making some drinks to your classmates and some more teachers, who would tell you to drink with caution but still accept the free drink you offered them.

“Hey y/n, you should take a break" was what told you one of your classmates, tightening the apron around his waist. “You’ve been on since we opened up, why don’t you go take a look at the festival? This year’s supposed to be bigger than the last one.”

Well, that you could tell. Still, thanking your classmate and taking off your apron, you did just as advised and walked around campus, looking curiously at other classes’ stands, greeting some people you knew, laughing at others failing their attempts to win some prizes at the games. It was a really nice atmospher... until it wasn’t and you were falling to the cold floor on your butt.

You blinked in astonishment a few times, people rushing around you but not with any intentions of helping you; instead, they all gathered -even more if it was possible- near the stage where colorful light reflectors starting pointing around― to the night sky, moving to the people who cheered on loudly. What was it? Had the student council brought some group like Seventeen? Because if it was that, then you would have to break into the sea of people to be on the first row.

“Comfortable down there?” your eyes flicked up to boy standing tall in front of you, lights blinding you for a second before they moved away from your eyes and let you take a proper look at him. A stretched palm appeared in your camp of vision. “Need a hand?”

“… Yeah, thanks” you said grabbing the warm hand that pulled you up easily, your chest bumping against his; your eyes met a pair of brown, shiny eyes with amusement reflecting on them. Forcing yourself to let go of the hand that wasn’t letting yours go, you cleared your throat, putting some distance between your bodies. “Well… goodbye.”

“Ah-“

You turned on your heels and went back to your class’ mini bar; your classmate rising an eyebrow at you for your short break but still accepting gladly your help as people didn’t stop gathering around it. With your apron back around your waist, you started to make the ordered drinks and delivered them to the small tables organized in front of your stand.

“Ah, ah- Hello, one, two, three” a gentle, deep voice echoed through campus, caughting everyone’s attention; the people in front of the scenario cheered loudly and all eyes were suddenly on the single figure of a boy sitting down on a chair in the middle of the stage, a guitar resting on his lap and a soft, unbothered smirk plastered on his face. “Good afternoon, N University! How are y’all feeling on this fine summer night?”

It was that boy who had helped you up just a few minutes ago. You leaned yourself against the counter bar, enjoying the little time you had to take a break thanks to him caughting all the attention. You actually felt intrigued, your eyes fixated on him as he chatted and interacted with the growing crowd. He looked so at ease even with so many people staring directly at him― that did impress you.

“For those who know me, it’s good seeing you again! And for those who don’t…” you weren’t sure because you weren’t that close to the stage but for a second it seemed like his eyes stared directly at yours, his eyebrows moving up slightly before his eyes were somewhere else. You gulped. “… My name’s Beomgyu, nice to meet you.”

Then his slender fingers started strumming down a soft melody that was followed by his actually really pretty voice. You closed your mouth the moment you realized it had been open this whole time in amazement and enjoyed the melodies he created, the music piercing through your ears and your mind. It wasn’t a song you knew; could it be a song he had written?

Your thoughts completely disappeared from your mind when you ­-surely this time- locked eyes with him, his voice never faltering while singing the nice verses and his smile widening playfully, his eyebrows jumping smuggly, like they were waving at you.

“Your friend’s really good” said your classmate leaning against the counter next to you. You frowned, not really looking away from the boy on stage whose eyes didn’t move from you either.

“He’s not my friend” you mumbled.

Beomgyu sang a few more songs; some of them you knew and some others, you didn’t but still sang along to the ones you recognized while you continue to serve the people waiting for their drinks once they woke up from that small indulged dream Beomgyu’s voice put them in. After his show ended, other people went up on stage and carried on with the festival activities.

“Y/n, I’m sorry to ask you this but could you take care of things here on your own for a moment? My girlfriend really wants to take a look around” said your classmate pleading with his hands, almost falling t to is knees in front of you; it was probably the busiest time you were having but still, he had made you take a break and you felt like you owned him so you nodded and laughed at his excited self running to a girl waiting for him on the back of the mini bar barely taking off his apron and throwing it behind the counter.

It wasn’t long till you regretted letting your classmate go― the tables were full and some people very impatient. You hurried the most you could but still got some complaints that made you feel awful and your mind started buzzling in annoyance as you started making more mistakes in the making of the drinks; that was why you didn’t hear when someone stood on the other side of the counter and leaned in, observing you as you cursed under your breath for another mistake in the pouring percentage.

“Hello again” you almost jumped away when you looked up only to find Beomgyu resting his chin over the palm of his hand, smiling softly at you. He chuckled at the confusion tinting your face. “I was coming here to have a drink at first, but it looks you’re kinda busy so I thought-“ he walked around the counter to where you were, his smile widening as you took a step back; he crouched down to grab the abandoned apron on the floor and quickly tied it up around his waist. “-you would like some help.”

You were in no place to decline his offer; honestly, you were crazy if you rejected it.

“Yeah, thanks” you said peeking at the full tables waiting for you, a sigh leaving your lips. “Could you go over there and take their orders? I’ll make the drinks.”

“On it, boss.”

Soon, you both found a nice pace at things; Beomgyu would go to the tables, write down the drinks they’d order and come back to stick the small notes on a line while you’d make them in the order he took them, placing the ready-to-go ones on your free side of the counter, where Beomgyu would grab them and quickly delivered to the tables.

“What’s this?” he asked eyeing a pair of small glasses next to you that he didn’t remember writing down; you softly pushed one to him and grabbed the other one, lifting it up in the air.

“A shot for us, the hard-workers” you stated almost taking the shot when you were stopped by the grip on your lifted hand, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Love shot!” he exclaimed with a big smile on his face, intertwining your arms and pulling you closer; his eyes never left yours while he threw back his head and downed the liquid. You imitated him and felt your face flush red but you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because when you looked again to the front, you found his face closer than before nodding in satisfaction. "Atta girl."

“Excuse me? I’d like to order!” called someone from a table behind, popping up your little bubble.

“Coming!” replied Beomgyu letting go of your arm and walking away.

It was really late when people decided to leave and it was even more late when you and Beomgyu finished up cleaning and piling up the tables behind the counter, ready to be used for tomorrow. You arched an eyebrow when your classmate returned just after cleaning everything up but understood as soon as you saw the lipstick marks around his neck and his disheveled state.

“So, so sorry” he said apologetically, eyes filled with guilt. “I really did lost track of time, I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“It’s okay, really. I mean, at first I really wanted to murder you with my own hands but I forgot about it because someone else helped me" you looked over your shoulder at Beomgyu, who stood and looked away pretending he wasn’t caught hearing your conversation, whistling innocently.

“It’s really late, though. Would you like a ride home?” you classmate offered. It wasn’t a bad idea but before you could agree, because you were really tired and didn’t feel like taking a taxi, a voice came from behind you, suddenly so close that you flinched surprised.

“It’s fine, I’ll take her home” said Beomgyu, his warm breath fanning over the top of your head. Your classmate scanned the boy suspiciously before looking at your concerned.

“I thought you said he wasn’t your friend.”

Your cheeks burned.

Your classmate apologized once more before walking away, hand in hand with his girlfriend. Around campus, the reflectors stared turning off one by one. Grabbing your bag and hanging it on your shoulder, you stood awkwardly before the boy, dark brown eyes never left you as you moved around.

“Thanks a lot for today, Beomgyu…” you mumbled, finding the tip of your shoes much more interesting -nor really- than the pretty boy in front of you. Still, trying not to be impolite to your literal savior, you lifted your gaze and locked eyes with him. “I own you a big time for this.”

“Two, actually” he replied, his hands slipping in his pockets, a lazy smile drawing in his face as he shrugged. You scoffed; you didn’t think he would count helping you up as a favor. “It’ll be one if you let me take you home” he took a step closer, arching an eyebrow when you flinched. “Do I make you nervous, boss?” He practically purred, enjoying the obvious fact.

He took another step closer already making you tilt your head up to look into his eyes, glinting in the night as he towered over you; liking the way you visibly fought not to break the eye contact that unspeakably turned into a staring contest between you two.

“So, gorgeous? What do you say?” his hand left his pocket as he twirled a lost strand of hair in his finger before putting it behind your red ear. “I’m taking you to my place if you don’t answer me.”

-

You never were one to break people into your house. Mostly because it was a house full of people; from your old granma to your youngest siblings who were like little devils; whatever time it was, someone would be at home. Your parents were the less frequent there, only coming back home after dinner due to their jobs; your older brother had moved into his own place but still spent most of his free time in the family house, even thought his room had been transformed into a storage room; and your grandma practically never left, always baking and taking care of your siblings.

 So, when that night Beomgyu said: “Y’know… I actually live really far from here.”

You couldn’t help but to burst out laughing on his face, his coquettish smile dropping the second you did and looking at you like you were some sort of mad person.

“Well, that’s really sad, buddy” you said after you calmed yourself down, a few amused tears in the corners of your eyes.. “We don’t have any guest room, I can give you some money to grab a cab if you want and then we’ll be even.”

“Don’t wanna” he replied immediatly, a small pout in his lips appeared barely a second before it stretched again into his cheshire smile. “How about your room?”

This time it was your smile falling from your face.

Beomgyu grabbed your hand and pulled you closer, chest pressing against chest. His warm breath hit against your face and you looked up, surely looking terrified because Beomgyu couldn’t hold the laugh that came from him when he took a good look at your face.

“It’s really late, what if something happens to me on my way home?” he said almost in an inaudible plead, his thumb drawing circles in the back of your hand. You opened your mouth to protest some more but got cut off by him, already sensing you weren’t giving in. “I promise we won’t get caught, I’m sneaky like a cat.”

It wasn’t like your brother never broke someone in while he lived here, you thought while you dragged Beomgyu up the stairs of the silent house. You motioned for him to stay silent pressing your finger against your lips before you tiptoed down the hall till your room, closing the door silently behind you and sighting in relief after succeeding at sneaking the guy in.

Beomgyu peeked around your room, watching carefully every little thing you owned; from the books piling up in your desk to your cute pink panties thrown in a corner of the room. He couldn’t help but laugh at the cute cherries that adorned your underwear, his laugh soon being muffled by the palm of your hand covering his mouth, his smile softening underneath it, his eyebrows raising at your boldness.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up" you whispered, pleading with your eyes. A light came from the hall behind your door and you looked over your shoulder in terror, quickly recognizing the steps of your father approaching. You, faster than ever, pushed the boy onto your bed before you threw yourself in and covered both bodies with your bedcovers, trying to hide the visible bulk on your bed that wasn’t you.

“Sweetie? Is that you?” asked your father from the other side of your door after softly knocking on the wood. You bit down your lips, praying in your mind that he wouldn’t open the door and that the boy underneath the cover could stop fucking squirming and brushing his hands against the exposed skin on your waist.

“Y-yeah, dad. I’m home” you answer trying to sound like you always did. You held your breath the few seconds of silence before your father spoke again.

“It’s really late, get some sleep, honey” he said sweetly before walking away from your door and back to his room. After you heard his door shutting down, you breathed again.

“Coast is clear” wou whispered lifting up the cover to look at Beomgyu. You felt your cheeks burn; his big, warm hands were grabbing your waist while his face was almost pressed down against your stomach, the rest of his body siquirming in between your legs as he stretched them.

“Aw, I was really comfy down there” he whined, drawing circles on the skin of your waist while pushing himself up, his head falling next to yours over you pillow and the hold in your body making you turn around to face him. “Hello” he purred.

You lifted up your hand to softly brush away the little hairs falling against his eyes; he leaning into your touch and brushing his nose against the palm of your hand, before placing down a kiss on the same spot, humming at the warmth your body radiated.

“W-we should get some sleep” you said stumbling on your own words while looking down at his darted open lips against your hand. He licked his lips.

“We should” he mumbled, leaning in closer to your face, his breath hitting against your lips while his eyes looked down on them eagerly. “Shouldn’t we?”

You opened your mouth to answer but nothing really came of as you felt so confused. Beomgyu saw the perfect opportunity and took it, closing the distance between your lips. You inhaled sharply, your senses getting intoxicated by his scent and feeling yourself melt under his touch. Your already opened mouth giving him all the access he wanted to explore around with his hot tongue.

His soft lips taking control over yours and his raw tongue owning your mouth completely made you pressed the bottom of your body against his; his lips curled up into a smirk against yours at your action before he pulled away, the hold in your waist tightening. His eyes scanned your panting-self, satisfaction washing over his face as he hummed delightful.

“We really should get some sleep” he said, hand going up to cup your face and caress your cheek. You nodded lost in the reminiscence of his taste and feeling your eyelids heavy, probably due to being actually exhausted, and turned around, your back pressed against his chest when he pulled you closer and your legs intertwined. Beomgyu’s face buried in the spot between your neck and shoulder, and inhaled deeply before falling asleep.

-

Festival’s second day was on. And surely, it was even busier that the first one. Feeling yourself already exhausted after the frenetic morning you’d had sneaking out certain boy from your room without your whole family noticing plus the popular your mini bar stand became, your first shot was around seven p.m.

If you were completely honest, you had slept really well. More than ever, in fact. Walking up in the middle of the night embraced in the warmth of a pretty boy’s body was heaven compared to waking up alone and cold. But you weren’t going to be honest.

“You sure I won’t die if I fall from here?” Beomgyu had asked you, eyes looking down from your window to your yard while you quickly packed some things in your bag; you had tried to pull the most convinced smile for the boy’s reassurance but you clearly failed at it when his lips darted open and he gulped loudly. “What about a goodbye kiss first?”

You rolled your eyes at his smooth comment, trying to ignore the warm feeling up in your chest, and placed an open palm against his chest; Beomgyu was sure you were going to kiss him but he surely was surprised when you pushed him out of your window to your balcony, driving him to the edge.

“A kiss if you survive.”

After looking at Beomgyu clumsily slidding down the big tree outside of your window, praying that nobody from your family would be near the scene the moment his feet would touch the floor, and sighing in relieve while he waved at you with a proud smile on his face, you went down your stairs hearing the familiar sound of people having breakfast together.

Your grandmother at the end of the table smiled sweetly at the sight of you and motioned for you to take a sit and have some breakfast with the rest of the family, which you, of course, couldn’t refuse. You took a seat down in between your younger siblings and in front of your parents, who greeted with you with the same love as always.

You almost felt relived that you weren’t caught when your phone vibrated on your pocket and you choked out on a piece of toast after reading the message from your brother.

bro: yo bro: *attached image* bro: caught this dude coming down from your fucking window ???? bro: r u okay bro: should i take him to the cops or you: OMG DONT bro: … bro: i see … bro: my sisters all grown up now bro: im definitely taking him to the cops

When you had gotten out of your house and saw no one around, you panicked and called your brother only to find out he was just joking about the whole ‘taking your boyfriend to the cops, I’m not that old fashioned y’know’, had he said.

“So... he just walked away?” wou asked your brother throught your phone, after repeating at least three time he wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Yeah, he said he lives nearby or whatever.”

“Ah.”

Moral of the story was, definitely ask the boy you’re breaking into your house for his number first.

“Baby, where are you?” you snapped back into reality when Yeonjun placed his hand on top of your head, forcing you to look up at his curious eyes. “Been talking to you for like five minutes and nothing.”

“… Sorry, didn’t sleep that well last night.”

Yeonjun hummed nodding to your excuse, looking at you with worry in his eyes. You felt a little bad lying to him but, as said before, you weren’t going to be honest with yourself.

“Lucky for you, you have me all for yourself today" he said smiling sweetly, taking off the hand from your head. You smiled gratefully; Yeonjun had been helping at the mini bar since it opened early as his play was only yesterday: ‘schedules for each day are different’ he had said when you asked him why wasn’t he on stage already.

Did that mean Beomgyu wasn’t performing tonight?

“Maybe you should take a break? I’m sure me and Soobin can handle this by ourselves for a while” Yeonjun pointed with his thumb at the poor overwhelmed boy who had been dragged into the situation by him, cheeks red as he went on and on delivering drinks to the tables.

“Maybe later” you said, don't liking the thought of leaving these two boys in charge. Soon, after washing your face trying to wake up properly, you got into work again. Soobin was grateful to you for switching up with him the task, now he behind the counter making the drinks and you taking order and delivering.

“Hey, what’d you like?” you automatically asked walking to a just taken table, eyes fixated on the notepad on your hand waiting to write down the order.

“You, gorgeousy” you looked up at the voice that had been haunting you all day; a pair of brown eyes looking back at you delighted, a playful smirk drawn on his pretty face. Beomgyu leaned in the table, chin resting in the palm of his hand. “Long time no see, missed you so much.”

You licked your lips, stopping the smile on your face from widening too much. “We saw each other this morning.”

“Oh, I know, just wanted you to remember it” you internally sighed; if only he knew you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. His eyes trailed behind you, an eyebrow raising. “Guess you don’t need my help today.”

You looked over your shoulder; Yeonjun was taking the order of some table filled with pretty college girls who sent flirtatious smiles at your friend and he received them and delivered back as usual, his eyes going up at you from time to time. As he caught you staring at him, he motioned at the boy sat behind you curiously, who answered only moving your lips: ‘tell you later’.

When you looked back at Beomgyu, you didn’t meet his eyes but his chest. Looking up, his smile was still there but didn’t reach his eyes this time. You tilted your head; he was so easy to read.

“You wanna help?”

Beomgyu licked his lips at the sight of you, so sweet with your shiny eyes looking at him only.

“I wanna help you” he tilted his head closer to yours, your foreheads almost pressing together.

That day all of you worked even harder; Beomgyu was sent to help Soobin make the drinks behind the counter which, it seemed, wasn’t a decision he liked so much. As you went on and on serving tables, your muscles became sore and your eyes heavy. The only moment you did stop was when people’s attention got caught by the ones performing on stage; you’d lean yourself over the counter and chitchat with Beomgyu, taking a love shot ‘as a tradition’ he said, and forcing Soobin to take one too, even thought he had said he was a terrible drinker.

“Baby, I’m so tired!” Yeonjun reached your side, sliding his arm over your shoulder and pressing down his cheek on top of your head. “Oh, what a blessed upon soul you are, being gifted a friend as loyal as I” He recited dramatically; a hand extended on the air. “For this big ass favor, you shall buy my meal till death falls upon me” you couldn’t help but giggle at your friend.

Of course, your laugh stopped when a glass was put down hardly against the counter; the attention shifting to Beomgyu who poured down some dark liquor with a snarl in his face. Yeonjun snickered and shifted his position, standing behind you and looming over your shoulder while his hands clasped around your waist. Soobin could only look alarmed at the boys.

“O’ beauty of this world, if a penny you shan't have, a kiss I shall accept in your debt's place-“

“Yo, Shakespeare boy! Go wipe clean that table” Beomgyu snarled at your friend, cutting him off and throwing a piece of clothe at his face. You heard Yeonjun snickering on your back. “… Oops.”

“Where did you get this one?” your friend whispered in your ear, only for you to hear before going to do as such. You stared open-mouthed at Beomgyu, whose eyes didn’t meet yours as he made some more drinks.

“Hey, why are you so jealous?” you asked him, earning a glare from his pretty, snappy eyes. He opened his big mouth, gasping dramatically.

“Who’s jealous? I’m not.”

You snickered. “Oh, please. You are good at singing, not acting.”

Beomgyu pouted, looking away, his ears burning red. “Whatever.”

Day two ended around the same hour as day one. This time things got clean up faster as you were two more people than last night. You were glad that, at the end of the night, Beomgyu seemed to get along pretty well at least with Soobin. While his relationship with Yeonjun… Well, that made your head hurt. You internally wrote down not to get them together on the same place ever again if you didn’t want becoming a babysitter.

“So you got a boyfriend and never told me?” Yeonjun mumbled next to you as you piled up the last chair behind the counter, taking advantage of the fact your guardian dog was busy chattering with Soobin. Your friend sighed dramatically and looked at the horizon. “I don’t know how I’ll get over this.”

“He’s not my-

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, here he comes, ha, seriously…” Yeonjun laughed softly watching live how Beomgyu noticed him talking, oh so close, to you and opened his mouth offended, before jogging to your side, his pretty hair flying back.

“Hey y/n, let’s go, I’m so tired already, you only use me to help you out” he whined grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, glaring over your head at Yeonjun whose lips stretched into a cocky smile.

“Oh? But I was planning on taking her home tonight?” god, it seemed like your friend loved the drama.

“No way!” Beomgyu hugged you closer. “She’s staying over at my place tonight.”

“I- what?”

-

“Welcome!” Beomgyu exclaimed, pushing you inside his house, practically beaming.

You looked around the place; it had some really nice and comfy vibes, just like him, also it was surprisingly tidier that you imagined when Beomgyu told you he lived alone. The warm lightning made the place looked cozy already, but the house decorations reminded you of your grandma’s room.

Beomgyu’s big hands placed themselves on your back as he pushed softly into the kitchen and took out a chair for you to seat. You watched how he moved around the kitchen fetching a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies for you and a cup that was filled with warm milk. Beomgyu, with a cup of his own, took the chair next to you but moving it around for him to be facing you instead.

“I don’t like Yeonjun” he blurted out, sipping down on the warm milk. You laughed; he was such a easy puppy to read.

“I realized.” “He’s so annoying.” “He’s my friend.” “Well, he shouldn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and munched on the cookie, humming delighted at his taste, trying to change the topic. “Hey, these are really good. Where did you buy them?”

“Really? Gimme some” he leaned closer and opened his mouth, waiting for you to fed him the cookie. You scoffed but still put the cookie at his mouth reach, mumbling a soft ‘hey’ when his teeth purposely yet softly nibbled down at your fingers, a playful tingling in his eyes. He hummed munching down at the cookie while your eyes were focused on the crumbs in the corner of his lips.

“Come here” you said grabbing his chin with a hand and wiping away the crumbs with your thumb. Your eyes went up from his lips to his eyes staring intensely at you, freezing you on your spot. Beomgyu leaned into your touch and bumped his nose against yours, brushing it softly.

“You still own me a kiss” he licked his lips, a smile widening in his face.

“I know.”

Your hand went up from his chin to his cheek before closing the distance between you two; Beomgyu tasting like chocolate cookies and warm milk. His hands grabbed each side of your face and leaned closer to you, as closer as one could sitting down on some chairs in the kitchen. His lips moved so experimentally over yours, tracing the fine line of your lips with his tongue before meeting your own.

Beomgyu got up from the chair, never breaking the kiss apart, and towered over you. His hands found a place in your waist before he helped you up, this time your body leaning against his as he pressed his back against the kitchen counter for stability.

“This is bad, so bad” he mumbled under the kiss, drunk on the taste of your lips. “I could get used to this, to you, gorgeous.”

“Doesn’t sound that bad to me" you replied, pecking at his bottom lip one, two, even three times, completely focused on your very important task. Beomgyu smirked, his thumbs caressing the exposed skin on your waist.

“Of course it doesn’t.”

That night you ended up under Beomgyu’s covers, bodies intertwined while being drunk on each other kisses. You were the first one to give in to sleep, laying over Beomgyu’s chest, cheek pressed against it making a pout form on your pretty, swollen and darted open lips. His fingers caressing sweetly your hair, inhaling your scent and falling to sleep hypnotized by the sound of your heartbeat against his.

-

If Beomgyu had to count on the best things that happened in his life, number one would be the first time he played on a stage with a full crowd and the second one would have been the moment he opened his eyes that morning and found you sleeping soundly in between his arms. The way your chest softly raised up and down at your steady breaths, your barely opened lips that he so badly wanted to kiss the moment his eyes fell upon, your hands barely holding around his frame.

God, you drove him insane.

Giving in to his intrusive thoughts, his arms rounded your waist and pulled you closer to him, hugging you against his body as he inhaled your sweet scent; you groaned in your sleep, annoyed. Beomgyu brushed the tip of his nose against the skin in your neck making you squirmed under his touch. Following an invisible trail up to your ear, your senses awakened when a sweet, very deep spoke into it, hot breath making you flinch.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

Well, wasn’t this a sight from heavens? Beomgyu lazily smiled at you, while you blinked a few times adjusting to the light in the room and looked groggily at the boy in front of you. Maybe you were still dreaming? You reached out your hand and brushed his disheveled hair back; how was his hair softer than yours?

“You’re real” you mumbled, a yawn in between, earning a soft laugh from him.

“Aw, were you dreaming about me?”

“Yeah, a nightmare” you replied with a softl laugh, his smile disappearing from his face, and you quickly pecked his plump lips transforming the fine line of his lips into a small pout. “Morning to you too,” then you lifted up your body from the bed, making Beomgyu felt so cold at the body heat you took away from him, while you looked around the place. “you’re rooms so pretty.”

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” “That’s not how it works.”

Beomgyu was about to pull in a hug again and covered the both of you with his bedcover but you got out the bed faster than he thought. He whined silently as his hands went to the back of his head, keeping up his head to look at you. “Where are you going? Come back, I’m cold.”

“Gotta go home and change clothes…” you said, lazily picking up your phone from inside your bag and replying to a few texts from Yeonjun and your parents. “Maybe take a shower, if there’s time…”

“You can do that here” your eyes flicked quickly from your phone screen to his grinning face before snorting, typing down a short ‘crashed at some friend’s last night, we drank a little and it was kinda late, ily see u later xoxo’ at your father. “I need to shower too, anyway.”

“Anyway, I don’t have any clean clothes in here.”

“Use mine.”

“Wow, you’re really making it difficult for me to go, uh?” you smirked, putting your phone back down and walking to the edge of the bed where the boy laid. His hands quickly found the back of your thighs and pushed you over him, humming at the weight of you down on him and the pleasant heat of your body warming up his own, his hands brushing up from the back of your thighs to your waist.

“I lend you some clothes, you wash up here, I’ll even make you some really good breakfast,” his thumps sweetly drew circles in your skin, glinting eyes staring into yours expectantly. “what’ya say?”

“… Fine, you win. But I really should go home tonight.”

If Beomgyu had to count on the best things that happened in his life, number three would be the sight of you just out of the shower wearing his pretty big clothes, waterdrops falling to the floor from the ends of your hair, while you chew on the breakfast he had made for you.

“I really like your house" you said, again mesmerized by the grandma-like furniture that made the place look so cozy. Beomgyu beamed at your words.

“You can move in here with me then” you almost choke on the coffee after hearing him speak. A shade a pink tinted his ears at your reaction and he licked his lips, smiling kinda embarrassed. “Too soon?”

Nodding, your eyes too focused on the really good scrambled eggs in your plate, you replied. “Too soon, Gyu.”

-

Festival's last day was thrilling; people seemed to tripled by second and, of course, that meant more work to do. As always, you were thankful for all the help you could get; Yeonjun had brought, besides Soobin who had been the first to arrive after you, a few more friends of his from his drama club who had no problem helping a friend of a friend out. While Beomgyu had apologized at least five times on your way to the festival for not being able to help today, after hall he had a performance to do.

“Bottoms up!” cheered Yeonjun, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a small circle of people, all your friendly co-workers, where in the middle were placed the tiny glasses for the shots. Yeonjun hissed after taking his shot. “Today we got wasted, I say!”

“Probably y/n should, she’s the one who had work here all three days” pointed out Taehyun.

“Right, let’s get our girl wasted!” agreed your dear friend, filling up the glass for another shot for you specifically.

A few hours passed and you found yourself pretty tipsy, your handwriting messing up more each time you got someone’s order down. The boys decided to put you behind the counter, switching with Soobin who took your place taking orders. You made the drinks the best you could, trying not to spill more alcohol that you had already but still, it was hard as your gaze was too unfocused. Pouting as Yeonjun giggled at your drunken-self, you placed down the bottle and rested your head on your hands, trying to maintain your balance.

“Ah, fuck…” You hissed at the sudden squeak from the speakers that made your head hurt like hell, shifting your gaze to the stage. Scrunching your eyes, you were able to tell it was Beomgyu already on stage, the guitar on his hands, the pretty smile on his lips, the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked around and finally found you staring at him. Your ears heated up and you didn’t fight the smile on your own face, sighting as a teenager on her first love you mumbled for yourself: “He’s so cool…”

“Ew.” Said Yeonjun beside you.

“Imma take a break now, ‘kay?” You told your friend, your eyes never looking away from the boy on stage as you walked away from the mini bar, not really hearing Yeonjun’s response.

You stood somewhere that wasn’t that much filled with people, grabbing a light pole and leaning against it for support as you watched mesmerized at the boy, strumming his guitar, his pretty, really pretty, voice reaching your ears from the speakers. The way he’d tilt his head to move the hair out of his face, the way his soft lips brushed against the mic; he was shining, you thought. He’s a real star.

You don’t know how much time passed as you watch Beomgyu’s performance, but when you realized it had ended and he was no longer on stage, you blinked alarmed and look around. What way was the minibar again? Taking a few steps wherever you thought it was the right path, you staggered and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for the hand grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

“Hey, watch out! You okay? Oh my god, are you drunk?”

The sweet voice of the boy reached your ears and you smiled, turning around and throwing your arms over his shoulder, your feet barely touching the floor with your tiptoes.

“Hi baby,” You whispered, your face so close to his that your hot breath hit against his lips, your eyes too focused on those pretty, soft lips you liked to notice the surprised look on his face. Still, his arms wrapped around you, mostly to support you from falling on your own feet again. “god, missed you so bad, you looked so hot up there, I really wanted to go up and kissed you in front of everyone here…”

Beomgyu cooed, his eyes sparkling in delight. Just how much had you drink while he was gone?

“Someone’s pretty wasted here,” he said softly, watching how you mindlessly brushed your upper lip against his bottom one. “What should I do with you, gorgeous? I don’t think you can go home like this.” Beomgyu wasn’t fond of people ignoring him when he talked, but he found himself enjoying this little moment where you, cheeks tinted pink, eyes glossy fixated on his mouth, completely ignored every sound that reached your ears; it was pretty fucking cute. “Let’s go back to my place, okay?”

Beomgyu, who didn’t think things through, barely managed to dragged you back to his home, after having take you back at the minibar to pick your things up where he found that annoying one of your friend panicked trying to call you. Yeonjun was cautious of letting his drunk friend go anywhere with a man he barely knew, but couldn’t quite fight your big, pleading eyes in his direction while you hugged Beomgyu’s arm.

“It’s not like it’s my first time staying at his place.” You mumbled at your friend, not really noticing the cocky smile on Beomgyu’s face.

The boy pushed open his door and hold it while softly pulling you inside. After placing down your and his own things on his couch, he led the way to his bedroom, his big hand grabbing yours and drawing circles with his thumps in the back of your palm.

“Let me get you some clothes to sleep, gorgeous.” He said, sitting you down on his bed and turning around, his back facing you, while opening up his closet. The pair of pajama shorts and the t-shirt in his hands fell to the ground when he turned around to you, again, and saw how you slid off the -actually, his- shirt you were wearing, a cute, black bra holding your breasts.

You smiled lazily at the boy and unbuttoned your jeans, ready to pull them off too, when his hand grabbed yours stopping you from removing another piece of cloth. You looked up, confused, eyebrows furrowing, into Beomgyu’s panicked eyes.

“What?” You mumbled. “I’m hot.”

You are, thought Beomgyu fighting the insanely strong urge to look down.

“Here,” he lifted up your hands and placed down his new clothes on your before taking a step back, ears visibly so red. “change into this- W-wait! I’m still here!”

Beomgyu walked out of his bathroom in his pajamas, praying he wouldn’t found naked laying on his bed. Not today at least, you were drunk.

“Hey gorgeous, feeling okay?”

You sat on his bed, legs crossed and a pretty pout on your lips. Beomgyu offered you a glass of fresh water that you almost emptied while he opened up the bedcovers and placed down the glass on his bedside table.

“Come here.” He hugged you from behind, falling on his back and taking you down with him. You turned around, adjusting your body over his before your lips were tracing an invisible path up from his jawline to his lips. Beomgyu closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his skin and returning the deep kiss when your lips connected.

His hands lazily rested on your sides, brushing up and down your skin while your moved to straddle him, one knee against each side of his hips. Tilting your head slightly, you deepened the kiss and opened your mouth to trace the line of his lips with your tongue, hearing a soft sigh spacing from the boy.

“Open your mouth, please…” You said, barely putting some distance between your mouths. Beomgyu licked his lips, eyes fluttering open to watch the needy look on your face. He complied, lips barely parting open before you closed the distance again, your tongue softly moving into his mouth and caressing his.

Kisses were everywhere. From his mouth, you travelled to his cheek and then down to the line of his jaw, biting softly at the sharpness of it earning an almost inaudible hiss from the boy underneath you.

“He-hey, we should… god, we should stop here.” He sighed, eyes betraying him and closing at the feeling of you kissing and biting the skin of his neck. You ignored him and continued your job arduously, wanting to his more of the sounds Beomgyu could make. But you were impeded from it when the boy swiftly switched places with you, now your back pressing against the mattress and him straddling your hips. “Relax, gorgeous, I don’t want you doing anything you won’t remember tomorrow.”

You squirmed underneath him and pleaded with your eyes, earning a mocking smile from his lips before he leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, his hands holding firmly your waist.

“Let’s get some sleep, okay?” He whispered in your ear, before kissing against it feeling as you shivered at the touch. Then he went down and hovered over your neck, humming at your smell. “If you’re good tomorrow maybe I’ll let you continue where you left off…” His hot breath against your skin made your own got goosebumps. Beomgyu trailed down his face, reaching the level of your stomach and brushed his nose against your exposed skin, eyes looking up at yours. “Sounds good, gorgeous?” He whispered against the skin in your abdomen, before placing a last, soft kiss on the spot.

You sighed, wanting to feel more of his lips on your body but still nodded. Beomgyu smiled and laid down beside you, arms always tugging you closer.

“Sleep tight, gorgeous.”

[pupyuj]

campus rebel! g!p wonyoung who fucks the shit out of the stuco president for getting her into trouble 😵‍💫😵‍💫 OH MY GOD I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

bad girl wony... yeah.. yeah exactly. i giggle every time i get g!p ive asks esp annyeongz i just want them to double team me tbh—

LISTENNNN ... ever since 230423 wonyoung i have never been the same, that look is literally how i picture rebel wony 😭😭😭

wwhat if she has never gotten in trouble for all the bullshit she did when you weren't the stuco president :(( wony got away with everything scot-free bcs the previous presidents were scared of what might happen to them (like expulsion) bcs wony had a bit of a hold in the school 😟😟 but then you got elected, and things changed real fast 😁 teachers were actually scolding her?? giving her shit when she was late to class or wandered the halls during?? and she has never gotten detention before... until you personally put her in one 😭

the detention in question being held in the student council meeting room, it was just you and her. wony was pissed, she could be out partying and getting laid right now but instead, she had to stare at your pretty face while you did your work and babysat her at the same time! looking up from your desk briefly and seeing that the paper in front of wonyoung was still blank. "it's a simple apology, jang. i'm doing you a favor by saving you from a criminal charge. this won't hurt your reputation, you know." you said with a sigh.

"oh trust me, it's been hurt the moment you stepped up that stupid podium in the gym and did your campaign speech like you were the leader of the nation." wonyoung picked up her pen and started scribbling on her paper. well, at least you wouldn't have to deal with her eyes just burning holes into your head anymore! she doesn't even get why she has to apologize 🤨 spray-painting cock and balls to that creepy janitor's truck was funny! and he deserved it!

and then a few minutes later, here comes wony marching over to your desk and slamming her paper down in front of you. what you didn't see was a proper apology but rather a big drawing of a middle finger. this was useless.

"do you wanna go to jail, jang? don't forget that this isn't the first time you've broken a literal law!"

wonyoung merely shrugged, a cocky smile on her lips, "you're just afraid you'll miss me."

you grabbed a new piece of paper, stood up, and pushed it on her chest, "get your shit together. not even your daddy can pull you out of the mess you want to create." but wonyoung was not at all threatened! see, she has always thought that as much as you were a pain in her ass for always scolding her about what she wore, her attitude, and everything... you were still hot. and to you, even when wonyoung was the bane of your existence, you still wanted her badly deep down (pretty, charismatic, cute smile... who could ever resist?), so you didn't complain at all when she suddenly grabbed your waist and kissed you 😳😳

it was messy, what with wonyoung biting your lips and forcing her tongue in your mouth,,, and it wasn't until she lifted you on top of your desk that she finally pulled away, busying her hands with unbuttoning your shirt, her lips now on your neck,,, the way she wouldn't stop teasing you 😭😭 "d'you get me in trouble just so you can have me alone? you could have just told me that you wanted me, prez." shes so annoying 😩

shhdfdkffbf wony marking you all over and you complaining about it 😭😭 AND YOU'RE ARGUING EVEN WHEN SHE HAS HER DICK INSIDE YOU BCS SHE'S TOO FAST OR SOMETHING 💀 you really have no fucking idea why girls throw themselves on her all the time when all she's focused on is her pleasure 🙄 but wony doesn't give a fuck, she's still pissed at you for making her look weak and small now 🫠🫠 so she doesn't care that her pace is too fast, or that she practically forced her big cock inside your tight walls, or that she left too many bite marks on your neck and shoulders... people were gonna know what happened here, and people will know that it was all her doing 😈

wony forcing your legs open for her while she pounds your cunt 🤤🤤🤤 but she's baby so she was whining and groaning in your ear, head buried on your shoulder bcs you feel really good :(( and she gets addicted to the way you say her actual name, totally different from the usual spiteful way you say 'jang', so she makes you say it again and again :((( your voice becoming the thing that grounds her but god she literally can't help but just ruin you so after coming together for the first time, wony immediately puts your legs on the ground and bends you over :((((

her saying mean things to you while she's destrying your cunt from behindddd 🫠🫠

"you're a f-fucking bitch, prez... i hate you.."

"be thankful that you're so pretty, and that this pussy is fucking sweet c-cuz.. ahh, fuck...! i would have gotten you expelled a long time ago... mhmm.. feels so good... so good..."

"from now on, i'm gonna make you my slut... i'm sure you'd like that, unnie.. j-jang wonyoung's cute little cocksleeve sounds more of a better title than student council president..."

needless to say, she fucks you stupid until detention was over! but since you still had stuco prez things to do until sundown, you had to stay in school and ofc wony did too 😁 tho you didn't complain this time bcs cockwarming her while you did your work and kissing her from time to time made everything a little less boring! 🤤

[xuchiya]

"Lean on Me" || choi san || one-shot

| genre: non!idol ateez. fluff. slice of life | mentions: teasing. fainting. jewelry gift. | This is literally my high school delusions. My old school is literally an 'old school' school like no phones and computers, being in a relationship is not allowed, and big ass windows as our source of fans--- i mean we do have electric fans and ceiling fans but with the weather and a very old, close to dying, e-fans? We really have to depend on the wind from our windows. Anyways, this list is basically a true experience. My personal favorite? Song Mingi's.

It was one of those lazy afternoons nearing the end of the school year. Normally, students were allowed to skip the last few days before summer break, but ever since the head of the high school department conducted an inspection, that freedom was gone. Now, everyone had to stay and use the remaining days to complete any missing requirements.

You were among those students, just a few subjects away from being done. You had been absent the previous week due to a health check-up, and as a result, you missed a few assignments and notes. The classroom was a mess—desks were scattered or arranged in odd shapes, some forming semi-circles where students were busy compiling assignments. Others had stacked chairs into strange structures, a testament to their boredom. Most of the faculty were either preoccupied with grading or caught up in the frenzy of graduation preparations for the seniors. The classroom felt emptier than usual, with many of your classmates still absent despite the new rules, or hanging out in other classrooms.

You were sprawled out on the floor, a book in hand to pass the time. Chaewon had her head comfortably resting on your lap, while Jongho had placed his nearly empty backpack on your leg and drifted into a deep sleep. Both of them often used you as a human pillow, their steady breathing filling the quiet space around you.

There were usually four of you together, but one of your friends was currently out practicing for the opening flag ceremony at the graduation. You understood that San had to fulfill his duties as the next student council officer, so you had prepared some clean clothes and extra food for him.

As you flipped to the next chapter of your book, you barely noticed the classroom door creak open until Choi San stepped in. He was the fourth member of your small group, and the most active when it came to extracurricular activities.

You glanced up from your book and took notice of his presence. His usual lively demeanor was dimmed by exhaustion, his face flushed and his hair slightly damp from sweat. He had just returned from practicing for the graduation flag ceremony, and it was obvious how much effort he had put into it.

San's eyes scanned the room and landed on you. A slight frown creased his forehead as he saw Jongho and Chaewon monopolizing your attention. Without a second thought, he walked over, reaching down to gently but firmly pull Jongho and Chaewon away one by one.

“Ehh~ Sannie!” Chaewon whined.

“Yah, hyung!” Jongho protested, but San's determination won out, and soon enough, you were freed from their grip. You chuckled as the two of them huffed and, resigned to their fate, leaned on each other instead.

You reached into your bag and handed San the extra clothes and towel you had prepared for him earlier. He smiled at the thoughtful gesture, his heart fluttering as he thanked you softly. Turning his back to you, he removed his sweat-soaked shirt. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you quickly hid behind your book, though you couldn’t resist peeking over the top. You caught a glimpse of his muscles flexing as he slipped into the fresh shirt, your heart racing despite yourself.

When he turned back around, you were quick to pretend you were still reading. San let out a tired sigh and plopped down beside you, his usual politeness momentarily forgotten. This time, instead of asking for permission as he normally would, he simply leaned against your shoulder, too exhausted to bother with formalities. You felt the warmth of his skin against yours, and although you were used to being leaned on by your friends, something about San was different. His presence was soothing, yet his closeness made your heart flutter.

“Sorry,” he mumbled after a moment, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “I’m just so tired.”

You smiled softly, shifting slightly to make him more comfortable. "It’s okay, Sannie-ah. Rest up." You gently draped the towel over his head, letting him relax further. His breathing slowed, and you could feel the tension leaving his body as he settled into a deep, peaceful rest.

As the classroom quieted around you, you realized that these moments—when the world seemed to slow down and it was just the two of you—were the ones you cherished the most. 

Closing the book and placing it on your lap, you look down on San’s relaxed figure before you place your head on top of his as you slowly find yourself in a short bliss of nap.

[exrellian]

MC Replaced AU

My first tumblr fic so please let me know if there is something I can do better or fix!! I will get better with time but I would love some advice! This will start like an average replaced AU but it will have a twist that I haven’t seen in any other fic

The first part is third person but it won’t remain that way! Also it is male MC (there aren’t enough male MC fics out there and it makes me sad)

TW: None for this one except some REALLY minor angst at the end!

Part 1

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Welcome to the Devildom

A normal day, as normal as a day can be in the Devildom, the only slightly different thing was a meeting with Lord Diavolo scheduled for the first period at RAD.

“Do we all have to go to this meeting? Can’t MC just give me the rundown after school?”

“No Leviathan, Lord Diavolo made it clear we all have to be there.” Lucifer shoots a glare at the sulking envy demon. A mandatory meeting that required not only all the brothers to attend but also the exchange students, it must be something relatively important to require all the attendees.

The walk to RAD was average, mammon talking to MC, Satan reading as he walked and getting distracted by any stay cats he saw on the way, Leviathan playing a game on his phone, and Beel chowing down on some extra snacks.

Barbatos greeted the group at the door, welcoming them into the Student Council room where the angels already waited

“Hello everyone! I’m glad to see you all made it! I have a very special announcement to make today” As Diavolo started MC tilted his head

“I’m sorry to interrupt but you said we all made it but… Solomon isn’t here?”

“Solomon had business in the human world so he has returned for a few months and won’t be attending this years exchange program” Barbatos explained

“It is unfortunate but there is nothing we can do about it, work is work!” The lord gave his normal, joyful smile as he spoke “His absence does bring some good news though! We have accepted a new human exchange student!” As if purposely timed, a portal opened up and out shot a human girl, immediately MC noticed just how beautiful she was, long blonde hair, a perfect slim body, and the most beautiful blue eyes MC had ever seen.

“Where am I? Who are all of you!?” She looked around frantically, her eyes landing on MC, quickly running over to him “You look normal! What’s going on? Where am I!?” Her arms flung around MC, hiding from the demons

“Haha, please calm down hun, your not in any danger” MC smiled, trying to reassure the new girl

“I’m am glad you already seem to trust MC!” Diavolo laughs, crossing his arms “Welcome Amelia, to the Devildom, you have been chosen to participate in our exchange program at RAD. I am Diavolo, the prince of the Devildom, it is a pleasure to meet you” The new human, Amelia, seemed to relax a slight bit, enough to come out from hiding behind MC but still tightly grasping his hand

“Is this… hell? Are you all demons?”

“Technically, yes, this is hell and yes, we are demons” Lucifers replies, his presence intimidating as ever

“MC, Amelia will be staying in the House of Lamentation with you for the time being, keeping her with you may help her get accustomed to living here quicker, do you mind sharing a room with her?” Diavolo asked, but MC knew it wasn’t really a question, there was no answer other than yes

“Sure, I don’t mind, my room is definitely big enough for both of us” MC smiled, glancing over to see if Amelia was okay with this arrangement, by the small smile in her face it seemed she was content

“MC, Mammon, I want the two of you to show Amelia around and get her used to RAD and the House of Lamentation” Lucifer said, looking back and forth between Mammon and MC

“What? Why me!? Can’t MC do it alone? They have been here for like… two years! They know the place well enough!” Mammon complained, not really wanting anything to do with the new girl, he had MC! Why would he need another human?

The tour went… well

Amelia really likes Mammon

And it seems like he likes her a lot too.

Tags: @cutest-tenshi

[maboroshi-no]

My Next Life As a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! ~Pirates of the Disturbance Stellaworth SS

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! ~Pirates of the Disturbance Source: Stellaworth Booklet Title: The Adventure of the Little One Author: Ririka Yoshimura (game scenarist) Synopsis: Katarina has become small after inadvertently opening a grimoire mixed among the romance novels brought by Rozy. Translation: maboroshi-no

Translation below.

The Adventures of the Little One

…It had been several days since the Weiss Pirates had confined us in the Vinculum.

We were spending our days in the care of the pirates.

Rozy, a member of the Weiss Pirates, had taken on attending duty for our room and brought us books, board games, sweets, and other supplies every day.

Thanks to this, I was spending days without being bored.

Katarina: Mmm~ This is so nice~

As I was reading on the living room sofa the Queed romance novel that Rozy brought me yesterday, I heard a big sigh.

Keith: No, Big Sister, this isn't nice at all.

Geordo: That's right, Katarina. We're detained by pirates, after all.

Katarina: Ah!

Looking at Keith and Geordo's astonished faces, I remembered that point.

Katarina: Of course, I haven't forgotten about it, but I just can't feel tense~ The pirates are all nice, after all…

And more than anything, all of the members of the Student Council were in the same room. Thanks to this, it felt like a training camp. Sophia was even reading a romance novel next to me while Maria and Mary were sitting on the opposite sofa, so it was hard to stay tense.

Keith: Just when I think it would be like Big Sister, it really is…

Nicol: Yes, I agree. But I think it's also because Katarina is the same as always that we can stay calm.

Geordo: What Nicol said indeed holds some truth.

Keith, Nicol, and Geordo quietly nodded to each other about something. As I was tilting my head in confusion, Sophia made a long sigh, probably because she just finished a book.

Sophia: What a beautiful story… Lady Katarina, have you read this one?

Katarina: Hmm… It doesn't seem like it.

Sophia: Then once you have read it, let's discuss it!

Sophia tightly grasped my hands. She was cute as always.

Mary: Lady Katarina! Didn't you say earlier that you wanted to play this board game after you have finished reading your book? Right, Prince Alan?

Alan: Y-Yes…

Mary said this with a smile while pointing to the board game on the table. Next to her, Maria was smiling gently.

Katarina: (A board game~ This looks fun too.)

All of the board games in the room were ones I had never seen in the Kingdom of Sorcier. Reading was nice but now I wanted to play board games.

There were many entertainment options, so there just wasn't enough time.

Katarina: Aaah, there's so much to look forward to!

As  I was smiling, I heard a chuckle. 

Rozy: I'm glad you're enjoying them. That aside, I have brought sweets so how about tea, everyone?

When I raised my face, Rozy had just entered the room, pulling a trolley carrying sweets and books. 

Katarina: Sweets…!

When I vigorously got up from the sofa, the nice scent of tea and cookies made my stomach growl loudly.

Rozy: Seems like I'm just on time. Here, help yourself. I've also brought various books from the library.

After saying this, Rozy put on the table yet another batch of what seemed to be Queed romance novels. Their bindings looked different from the Sorcier ones and I couldn't help feeling excited about their content.

Keith: *Sigh*… I wish you'd stop spoiling my older sister so much… 

Rozy: I'm sorry, Lord Keith. I just wanted to see Katarina's happy face...

On the trolley, Rozy promptly warmed teacups with hot water, steamed tea leaves with a teapot, and started preparing tea. Meanwhile, one of the books he brought strangely piqued my curiosity, so I picked it up.

Katarina: (Mmm? What's this…? Only this one looks very old…)

While thinking this, I casually opened it. At that moment…

Katarina: Waaaah?!

A dazzling light suddenly burst forth. Unable to keep my eyes open, I tightly shut them.

Maria: Lady Katarina?!

After Maria's flustered voice, I heard Mary's scream.

Mary: Lady Katarina, where are you?!

Geordo: Did something happen, Katarina?!

Everyone kept calling my name in panic. Then, after the light had finally subsided, I opened my eyes and next thing I knew, everyone had disappeared from my sight. On top of this, I was half-buried in some unfamiliar soft and fluffy thing.

Katarina: E-Eeeh~? What's this…?

Near me, there was a big book-like thing that wasn't there earlier. I must have been thrown into a strange place. As I was scanning my surroundings in confusion, I could hear Sophia's weeping voice from above.

Sophia: Lady Katarina has disappeared…!

Mary: I seem to remember something like this happening once before! Lady Katarina can't possibly be inside a book again…?!

I raised my face at the sound of Mary's voice. That's when I realized that everyone had become extremely big.

Katarina: (No, that's not it…)

When I looked closely, the big book-like thing was Sophia's foot, and the soft and fluffy thing was the carpet. In other words, I seemed to have become small. 

Mary: Lady Katarina! I beg you, please come out!!

Mary was shaking the book with a frantic look. From the look of it, no one had noticed I was there.

At this rate, I might get accidentally crushed under their feet. I frantically waved my arms to highlight my presence.

Katarina: Hey! Mary! Sophia! Maria! I'm here!

After my desperate shouts, everyone seemed to finally notice my voice.

But they were looking around, probably because they couldn't find me.

Geordo: Katarina? Where are you?!

Mary: Lady Katarina! Where might you be?!

They couldn't find me at all. As I was wondering if I had become that small, the door of the room opened.

Silva: Hey! What's that racket?

The one who entered the room was Silva, the captain of the Weiss Pirates.

His figure rapidly approaching was overwhelming, like in a dinosaur movie. I hurriedly slipped under the sofa not to get stepped on.

Geordo and Keith closed in on Silva.

Geordo: Katarina has disappeared!

Keith: We can hear her voice despite not seeing her. Maybe she is nearby but we can't see her, so please don't walk carelessly!

Silva: Haaa? What the heck are you talking about?

Unlike the puzzled Silva, Geordo and Keith were looking around with tense looks. Even so, they didn't notice me at all. I would eventually get stepped on at this rate, so I hurriedly rushed out of the sofa's shadow.

Katarina: Hey! Everyone! Here! Right next to the sofa!

After I had spread my arms as wide as I could and highlighted my presence, they finally seemed to notice me.

Sophia: Lady Katarina?! What happened to you…?!

After seeing this small me, Sophia widened her eyes.

After her, Mary covered her mouth with both hands in shock.

Mary: Lady Katarina has become palm-sized!

Alan: What the heck happened…

Alan was looking down at me with a bewildered face. Next to him, Geordo folded his arms and stared at me with a similarly astonished expression.

Silva: Isn't that Sorcier's magic?

Alan: But even if it is magic, is that even possible…?

Geordo: No one here can cast such magic. Which means the root cause…

Nicol: …must be her opening that book?

Nicol said this as if to finish Geordo's sentence, then picked up the book I had opened earlier.

Geordo: "The Adventures of the Little One".... What is this book?

Nicol: The title is written in Ancient Script. Isn't it a grimoire?

Everyone was deeply discussing that mysterious book. As I was wondering what a book written in Ancient Script was doing in the Vinculum, Maria went down on her knees and extended her palms to me.

Maria: More importantly, please come over here, Lady Katarina. It would be terrible if you were to be inadvertently crushed underfoot.

Oooh, as expected of Maria. She could be very considerate.

Katarina: Thank you, Maria!

While thanking her, I climbed on her held-out palms. After I did, Maria carefully raised them so she wouldn't drop me.

Maria's hands were so warm and smooth, they felt so nice.

When I flopped down without thinking, Keith's flustered voice resounded.

Keith: Big Sister! It would be terrible if you fell, so stay put!

Katarina: Ah…!

Katarina: (Oopsie, I can't do that! I couldn't help myself since Maria's hand felt so good…)

After Keith's scolding, I hurriedly fixed my posture.

Silva: That aside, even her clothes shrunk. What kind of workings is that?

Silva was usually cool but even he seemed impressed. He peered into me closely.

Katarina: Now that you've said it, it's indeed impressive workings. I have no idea why I've become like this either.

What could be the principle behind it? As I wondered this, I checked my body again.

My clothes were the same as usual, and aside from their smaller size, I couldn't find anything particularly different. As I was feeling impressed by that amazing magic…

Rozy: This is not the time to be impressed by something like that!

Rozy raised a desperate voice. When I looked at him, he had become pale and his face was grim.

Rozy: What should we do? I can't believe a Sorcier magic book was mixed among the ones I brought. Is there a way to turn Katarina back to normal…?

Geordo: More importantly, just as Maria said, our first priority is to ensure Katarina's safety in her current state. Holding Katarina in her hands like this will probably make Maria's arms tired, so how about moving to the inside pocket of my jacket, Katarina?

Geordo said this and held out his palms. Everyone gathered in protest.

Mary: Oh! I won't allow such an attempt to get ahead!

Keith: Neither will I! Given her current state, entrusting Big Sister to you would be much more dangerous! What if you hid her somewhere?

Geordo: How vexing. Do I look like I would do such a thing? 

Alan: I wouldn't put it past you…

Geordo: Did you say something, Alan?

Alan: No…

As I was quietly sitting on Maria's palms, everyone was loudly fighting about something in front of me. From the look of it, Keith wouldn't put it past Geordo to drop me carelessly.

I didn't want to meet that doom but I would feel bad if Maria's arms got tired…As I brooded over this, Sophia turned the pages of the grimoire and raised her voice.

Sophia: Oh my, this is…

Alan: …What's wrong?

Alan turned around because of Sophia's voice. Then, Sophia and Nicol, who was reading the grimoire with her, spread the book on the table.

Nicol: Please look at this.

Alan: This… The story is being rewritten?!

Katarina: The story is being rewritten? Prince Alan, what do you mean?

I raised my face in reaction to those unbelievable words and my eyes met Alan's. He made a flinching face for a moment, then held up the grimoire so I could see. For some reason, he was muttering something like, "With her size, her upturned eyes are foul play".

Alan: Here, look.

Katarina: Hmm…

Unfortunately, it was completely unreadable to me. It was written in Ancient Script.

When I looked back at Maria to ask for help, she read it in my place.

Maria: The events that happened among us seem to be written in this book.

Katarina: Eh? "Us"? …Like, all of us here?!

Following my shocked reaction, Geordo nodded.

Geordo: Yes. I don't know why, but all of our names are mentioned. And the dialogue written here is completely the same as the conversation we had earlier.

Katarina: Eeeh? Why is such a thing written in this book? Rather, how come you can all read it?

While I was shocked by what Maria and Geordo told me about the book's content, Keith made a stunned face.

Keith: Big Sister, aren't you supposed to have learned Ancient Script during our classes at the academy…?

Katarina: Umm…

Keith: I helped you study for the exams, remember?

Katarina: About that, well… It's, you know… Umm…

What I crammed right before an exam would always slip out of my head once it was over, so I couldn't read Ancient Script at all. I had the feeling Keith would start lecturing me if I honestly told him, so I tried to deceive him one way or another. Silva let out a sigh.

Silva: Before lecturing her, shouldn't we think of a way to turn her back to normal first?

Maria nodded to Silva's words.

Maria: I agree. Let's investigate the book so Lady Katarina can safely turn back to her original size.

Thanks to this, I could escape Keith's lecture. Feeling relieved, I peered down at the book while standing on Maria's hand.

Katarina: (Hmm~ But I still can't read a single character.)

Ancient Script was hard to read.

The others seemed able to read it, so they discussed the content while checking it over the pages.

Sophia: "The Adventures of the Little One"... Judging from the situation, the story of the small Lady Katarina has been written over the text here. Shouldn't there be clues toward a solution in the parts that haven't been overwritten yet?

Nicol: Right. On the first page, the story starts after Katarina has become small. Doesn't it mean she will return to her original size at the end?

Silva: It would be great if it didn't end with her getting even smaller.

Rozy: Silva! Don't say ominous things!

Everyone silently read the book while arguing like this, then…

Katarina: W-What's wrong everyone…?

As they turned the pages, everyone gradually turned pale.

Katarina: (Eh? What the heck did they read? Will things get that bad…?)

As I was feeling apprehensive, Silva, who seemed to have finished reading, sighed again.

Silva: I see, that's "an adventure" for sure.

Mary: This can't be true…! I won't be able to endure such peril befalling Lady Katarina!

What the heck was written inside? I looked up at Maria's face but she didn't say anything, her face still pale.

From the look of it, there seemed to be very problematic content written inside.

Katarina: Umm… What's written inside…?

When I shyly asked, everyone told me about the content while exchanging awkward glances.

It was like this. After they had turned small, the protagonist almost got bitten by a playful cat and almost got stepped on, but they overcame those hurdles and safely tamed the cat. After escaping danger, they turned back to their original size… it seemed to be that kind of story.

Knowing it would be a cat and not a dog made me feel a little bit relieved. I had been hated by dogs both in my past life and this one and they would bare their teeth at me, as if they had encountered their archenemy of many years. But if it were a cat, maybe it wouldn't hate me so furiously… I think. But it wasn't something I had confirmed.

Katarina: (Rather, with this size, wouldn't touching a cat take me to fluffy paradise?)

Nicol: Anyway, I think the most likely way to turn Katarina back to normal is to try the same things as what is written…

Maria: The same things?! I am absolutely against it. What if Lady Katarina were to be eaten by a cat?!

Silva: Rather, there's no cat, dog, or animal of any kind on this ship.

Nicol, Maria, and Silva were arguing with each other.

But I couldn't think of anything but touching fluffy cat hair at my current size.

Katarina: (Riding on a cat's back seems fun too~! If I buried my face on his stomach, I bet it would feel soft, fluffy, and nice….Aaah, I wanna touch a cat.  Isn't there one somewhere?)

Rozy: But when we think about it, the story is purposely rewritten as a different one, so I don't think there is a unique path to the end. For example, if we think Katarina staying small like that forever is fine…

Rozy's voice made me come back to my senses. If I thought staying small was fine, I might really get that end. No matter how appealing a cat's fluffy hair was, this would be troublesome. With this size, I could easily get crushed, and more than anything, if this was the world of the fan disk, I could meet my doom in someone's bad end by just getting tossed in the ocean.

Katarina: (Come to think of it, what if this development is one of my doom ends?!)

As I panicked over the sudden feeling of danger, Mary also turned pale.

Mary: Lady Katarina staying small like this forever…?! We can't allow this…!

As expected of Mary, she was a precious friend. She seemed tenderly worried about me.

Mary: …Wait, with this size, Lady Katarina won't be able to marry Prince Geordo, right?! That's right, if I built Lady Katarina the perfect doll house, we might be able to stay together forever.

Geordo: Mary? I can hear you, you know?

This time, it was Mary and Geordo who started a smiling banter for some reason.

With no solution particularly coming up, I pondered hard about what to do.

Maybe because I pondered too hard, my stomach growled.

I had become small but my stomach still made a perfectly audible sound. Everyone who was fighting suddenly turned quiet.

Katarina: (Umm, having them turn all quiet at a time like this is a little embarrassing…)

Rozy: Th-That's right. Now that I think about it, I was making preparations for tea. It's ready, so let's have tea and calm down for now.

Rozy took the plates of cookies and muffins from the trolley and put them on the table.

Because of the delicious smell, I couldn't help leaning forward from Maria's hand.

Katarina: Waah! It looks delicious!

Maria: Lady Katarina! It's dangerous, so please don't lean forward! I will move you to the table right now!

With a slow movement, Maria let me off on the table.  After she did, my spirits rose at once because of the sheer size of the cookies and muffins.

The cookie was so big I could embrace it with both arms, and the muffin was so much taller than me.

Katarina: It's okay if I eat this, right?

Rozy: Yes it's fine, but I should break it in half…

Katarina: I'm digging in!

Rozy started saying something but because of my excitement, nothing entered my ears.

I took the cookie in my hands, and when I took a bite…

Katarina: (Wh-what the heck?! It's so good!!)

Maybe it was because the Vinculum's chef was skilled as always, but the cookie was wonderfully delicious. Or maybe my sense of taste changed because I became small. It was a cookie, but at the same time, it wasn't. It was like eating some mysterious food.

Katarina: Mmm~Delicious!

With the hunger helping, I was vigorously eating.

If it were as always, I would have already finished it and asked for seconds, but…

Katarina: Amazing! No matter how much I eat this cookie, it doesn't disappear!

Thanks to my body becoming small, I could relish the cookie to my heart's content. This made me feel deeply moved. This body might not be so bad after all.

Mary: Oh, my… Lady Katarina embracing the cookie with both arms… What a lovely sight…!

Geordo: Yes. Katarina is so cute even when she is small.

Sophia: But someone might abduct her since she is so adorable. Big Brother, what should we do?

Nicol: It should be fine if we all keep an eye on her…

Despite the delicious cookies, everyone was just discussing something with serious faces. They didn't seem to be taking any at all.

Katarina: (What a waste! In that case, I need to eat all the other sweets after this one!)

That was the plan, but…

Katarina: Uuuh…

Maybe because my stomach shrank along with my body, my tummy gradually started to hurt.

Maria: Lady Katarina, you shouldn't push yourself so much…

Keith: That's right, Big Sister. If you push yourself so hard, you'll only upset your stomach…!

Maria and Keith were worried about me but I tightly embraced the still remaining half of the cookie.

Katarina: N-No! It's my principle to finish any food I touch…!

Silva: No, right now, that's not what you should work hard on.

Silva extended his finger to take away the cookie. But I bit into the cookie, refusing to let it go with all my might.

Katarina: munch munch munch…

Geordo: Aaah, goodness, Katarina! If you eat it so hastily, you will choke!

Keith: Big Sister! We won't take your cookie, so eat it slowly at least…!

Silva: Wow, wow, are you okay…?

While everyone was raising their voices, I was stuffing my cheeks with the cookie. It was a struggle and my stomach hurt, but I absolutely couldn't leave any behind and make waste.

While I was eating, the cookie, which was originally the size of my body, gradually became smaller. Before long, it had become the perfect size at my current size, and I finished it with one last bite.

Katarina: …Phew. I ate all of it!

Silva: Where the heck did it go in that tiny body…

Silva was looking at me with an amazed face. But I puffed out my chest with a sense of accomplishment.

Even with everyone trying to stop me, I could somehow stick to my principles and eat all of it. I splendidly did it!

As I was patting my stomach in satisfaction, my body suddenly started glowing.

Katarina: W-What's this…??

Alan: Hey, the grimoire is glowing too?!

After hearing Alan's voice, I looked in the book's direction. It was also glowing. The inside of the room became engulfed in a dazzling light, and I couldn't see anything anymore.

When the light finally subsided, everyone's faces were now below my line of sight.

Katarina: Eh?! I'm the one who became big this time?!

Silva: No, take a closer look, Katarina. You're just on the table.

Katarina: Ah!

When I looked down at my legs, I could see plates of muffins and teacups. 

That was close! I was just about to inadvertently kick the muffins away.

Keith: Here, Big Sister.

Katarina: Thank you, Keith.

While taking Keith's hand, I got off the table.

When I looked at everyone again, they finally looked like their usual sizes. In other words, I seemed to have returned to my original size.

Mary: Lady Katarina! Thank goodness, you returned to your original appearance!

Rozy: But why, suddenly…?

Following Rozy's words, I also tilted my head in confusion.

Why the heck did I suddenly turn back to normal?

Sophia: Oh…?

At that moment, Sophia, who was holding the book, blinked her eyes after looking at the back cover.

Sophia: Big Brother… Something is stuck here.

Nicol: Let me see.

Nicol took the book and carefully peeled off the thing stuck to the back cover.

Nicol: It is …a concluding note.

Katarina: A concluding note?

Nicol: Yes. It says, "When you overcome a hurdle standing in your way, the curtain on your adventure closes."

Rozy: A hurdle…

Silva: …standing in your way…

Following Nicol's words, for some reason, Rozy and Silva turned their eyes toward the sweets on the table.

Katarina: Umm…. In other words?

As I was wondering what it meant, Keith was the one who replied.

Keith: Maybe once the person turned small by the book overcomes a "hurdle", the story ends and they return to their original size…?

Katarina: Eh? But I don't think there was any hurdle…

Silva: So you're saying eating a cookie as tall as you is no hurdle? You really are a peculiar noble lady!

After Silva said this, I remembered doing my best to finish the cookie earlier.

While eating it, I indeed felt like I was seriously fighting the formidable enemy that was the cookie.

When I thought I might not finish it, I panicked and felt frustrated.

Mary: Then the "hurdle" Lady Katarina overcame was…

Alan: …finishing that cookie…?

After Mary and Alan asked this, Geordo checked the book. Then he nodded with a very indescribable look.

Geordo: This appears to be the case. The end has been rewritten to match that conclusion.

Alan: What the heck…?

Katarina: No way~ But I'm glad I could return to my original size.

The reverting method was a little unexpected but I was so glad I didn't have to be chased by a cat.

Katarina: (I probably couldn't have handled an adventure like that…)

Silva: So that makes it "The Adventure of the Little One, the Cookie Chapter"... That's so like Katarina.

Seeing Silva's awkward smile, I felt a little embarrassed.

Not only was my hurdle eating a big cookie, but it was also recorded in the book. It was embarrassing. As I was looking at the grimoire, wishing it would revert to the original story where I was chased by a cat, Geordo closed the book and bound it so it couldn't be opened again.

Geordo: Anyhow, let's ensure such a dangerous book can't be opened again. I can't possibly return it to the library so I'll hold on to it.

Silva: Oh, right. Let's do that.

Seeing Silva accepting so easily, Geordo and Alan made a surprised face.

Geordo: …Is it really fine? I think you can earn a considerable amount of money if you sell it, so I was so sure you would say you would keep it…

Silva: My credo is not to hold onto extra things.

This is when I finally remembered that Silva was a pirate.

Katarina: (Pirate… Now that I think about it, pirates sell rare things. Which means they would have eventually sold me to a freak show if I had stayed small?!  Aaah, thank goodness I returned to my original size!)

Maybe because I felt relieved, my stomach growled again.

With my body returning to normal, the size of my stomach seemed to have also returned to normal.

After my stomach resounded, everyone made relieved and astonished faces.

Alan: You, I swear… So you're still hungry?

Katarina: It can't be helped! A single cookie won't fill my stomach!

Maria: Then please have these too, Lady Katarina.

Maria held out to me the plates with the muffins.

As she offered, I took a muffin and ate it. When I did, a soft fluffy sweet taste wholly spread in my mouth.

Katarina: Mmm~! Delicious! This size really is the best to eat sweets. I want to enjoy various kinds, after all!

Earlier, I ate one so big I couldn't hold it with both arms and it was great and all, but now, I could eat muffins, macarons, cookies, and other sweets one after the other, and this made me way happier.

Geordo: Katarina just never changes.

Mary: Yes, but this is Lady Katarina's lovely side.

Sophia: Lady Katarina, please have these too!

Katarina: Sophia, thank you!

While drinking tea, I continuously ate the sweets that Maria, Mary, and Sophia offered to me.

Katarina: (Mmm… It's so delicious! So many flavors, this is happiness~)

But since I had become small, I wished I had tried things I normally couldn't do, like eating a whole cake by scraping the top off with a spoon, or swimming in a pool of jelly…or so I thought to myself.

[xcerizex]

"How obvious it is when they like you."

When the boys like someone who has a tendency to overthink. Imagine if you meet the boys in real life, you're not going to be certain that they actually like you unlike in the game and when they start flirting with you, you won't be able to take their flirting at face value at all. Horrible overthinking, which we all suffer from.

Alkaid:

Your first impression of him is that he's generally nice to everyone, you see. After several rounds of flustered panic attacks, you gave him a nickname.

"Central air conditioner"

(This basically refers to a person who's nice to everyone)

This is when you first meet of course, so it left you flustered whenever he'd say or do anything sweet.

Sometimes you'd spend one hour during class just... overthinking about it. Trying to crush those rose-colored glasses.

You tell yourself that he's just being really friendly, like the same way he's always helping someone out.

It's evident seeing how many teddy bears he's gifted on a daily basis lmao

It's only after seeing the obvious difference between how he treats you and others when he comes in strong, do you consider his actions as him being romantically interested in you.

That's when it starts being really obvious. Like, really, really obvious.

(Psst, Halloween event.)

Anyways, the one suffering the most here is him.

Ayn:

It's pretty obvious.

Man won't take one foot out his house no matter how much anyone begs him to but the moment you invite him out for something silly he's at the door calling you slow.

Not exactly but you get my point.

A good thing about his blunt attitude is that it leaves little room for doubt. You don't have to think so much when interpreting his actions and words.

And you know you mean something special to him when he makes both small and big exceptions for you the way he wouldn't do for anyone else.

(Princess Day event)

In short, there's a lot less confusion because he's more forward in expressing his interest in you.

Like, whenever he'd tease you in a flirting manner on rare occasions, your brain starts to shortcircuit and it takes a few minutes for you to understand that he's doing it because he sees you in a romantic way before your face turns red.

He teases you for that too.

Lars:

I'd say it's more obvious than not, especially after you spend more time with him. Doesn't mean you don't get confused.

He was playful when you first met him so you never really took him seriously. Especially when you see the way other girls react when they're around him.

Not that you thought of him as a player of course, not at all. You always thought it was just his character. In fact, you found it sweet how he's always trying to support your dreams.

His support makes you wonder however. Sure he could just be interested in supporting a future artist, but sometimes you find his actions and words going beyond a simple sponsor.

It makes your head go around in circles. And it gets a whole lot worse whenever he does something so endearingly sweet, you know it's got nothing to do with business anymore.

It leaves you flushed red when you finally arrive to a proper conclusion after an hour of thinking.

He's going to be the death of you.

Clarence:

Unlike the others, he is less obvious with his affection. He's much more subtle in regards to showing it.

He's extremely attentive when it comes to you and it shows. He'll frequently remind you to take care of your health, offer to grab a small bite for you when you mentioned you've skipped breakfast, and gently reprimands you when you don't take care of yourself enough at times, saying how important your wellbeing is to yourself, and to him.

😵‍💫

These small acts of concern are so sweet it leaves your brain in an overdrive. You chalk it up to him being a responsible, duty-bound Student Council President and stay in denial for a good long while.

Many times you'd just start banging your head against the wall in order to not get your hopes up cuz' he's just so damn caring.

It's only when you realize that his care for you is particularly more affectionate and intimate, do you actually start believing that he likes you in a romantic way.

Cael:

Where do I start with this man?

His entire existence is a cryptic puzzle, his feelings are not gonna be any easier to pinpoint lmfao.

He's your guardian so naturally it's going to be harder for you to see him in a romantic light.

He could literally say "I love you" and you'd think internally;

'As a dad?'

💀

No wonder this man's not a LI until like, the third world lol.

While I wouldn't say it isn't obvious, his character makes it hard to discern his true feelings.

As time passes and if he's willing to accept his own feelings, his romantic affection for you becomes more apparent. It doesn't show, you just feel it.

It makes you wonder if you're being delusional. Sometimes you'd throw your pillow across the room whenever you started thinking about it. You'd call it absurd the moment you start believing that, maybe, just maybe, Cael sees you in a romantic way.

You're screaming into the sheets again. This is not going to be resolved anytime soon.

(Bonus!) William:

Oh, you get very confused.

William's the friendliest person on the block so it takes awhile for you to realize you mean something special to him.

Another "central air conditioner" ig?

Whenever he would go out of his way to help you, you tell yourself it's nothing special. That he would do the same for anyone because that's just how he is.

But one time you told him you'd fallen sick over text, literally ten minutes later he shows up at your door all sweaty with bags of medicine lined up on his arms because he forgot to ask what sort of sickness you had.

You spend the rest of your sick day mulling over if that meant anything because you literally cannot fathom if this was something he'd do for anyone else.

He does a lot of big things for the people he likes, but if it's for someone where it's beyond a simple friendship, you start to notice the smaller details in his actions.

It leaves your heart in a flurry and your mind in tangled threads. His actions however, are not bold enough to stop your thoughts from running the mile.

But trust me when I say that his feelings are more obvious to you than they are to himself.

So until he realizes his own feelings, you're both stuck. But once he does, he'll go all out to show you just how special you are to him.

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Silent Reverence (Rollo x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild injury, light angst (arguing), Glorious Masquerade event mentioned Note: Can you spot the two movie references in this fic?

“Irk!” 

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, then sank when you realized it was one of pain. “Do you need me to walk slower?” you asked, stalling your pace for a moment. 

The man, whose arm was slung around your shoulder for support, practically hopping on one foot with you as his crutch, scoffed the suggestion. “You think me too weak to keep up such a undermanding pace?” 

“That’s not what I-”

“I do not require such coddling.” Those dark, cold eyes stared ahead as he took one clumsy step - hop - forward. “Come - we are close to a seat.” 

He said it as though he were the one leading you. Honestly, when did his audacity end? You kept your frustrations to yourself as you guided him along, right up to an empty bench near the pool. Thankfully the area there was shaded, or the concrete below your feet would have scalded both your heels by now. With zero grace, you both slumped onto the long bench; a sigh released from you two as the weight of the other was lifted as you separated. For a brief minute, you simply sat there and caught your breath. Before that respite was even over, however, you rolled your head to the side to look at the one beside you. 

“Rollo,” he hazarded you a glance as you spoke, “do you want some water? You can sip on it while I go get some bandages; I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

There was a flicker of irritation in those gray orbs, but he didn’t voice it for the time being. He just sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall behind the bench, sun hat now slumped to one side, and answered with, “If you would.” 

Though your legs protested as you stood, you went out in search of the refreshing beverage. While you had to shell out eight madol for the small bottles of water, you didn’t complain. Instead, you quickly went back to Rollo and handed him one of the plastic bottles. He opened his eyes to greet you, and gave a small nod in what you supposed was thanks as he took it from you. You watched him hastily, yet elegantly open the bottle and take three big gulps. Just like that, half the water was gone - a third of yours was to follow as you drank from your bottle. After a deep exhale, you closed your bottle and spoke to Rollo again. 

“I’m going to go to the lobby and ask the receptionist if they can lend me a first aid kit. I’ll be right back - don’t move.” 

“Tch,” Rollo clicked his tongue with a roll of his eye. “As if I were fit to do anything more.” 

So, off you went to get those medical supplies - all whilst trying to suppress the irritation that grew within you. 

***

“Ah!” Rollo’s sharp yelp was followed by a hiss as he glared down at you. “That hurts!” 

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt if you’d stay still!” you shot back, tone just as cutting. 

Rollo’s face morphed into a scowled as he practically growled in anger. “Well, you and those you call housewardens should have kept a closer eye on your students. If you had, I would not be in this predicament!” 

It took all your strength not to throw the roll of bandages in his face. “You were the one running around the edge of the pool, where a ‘No Running’ sign was plastered on every wall. Riddle was just about to take care of Ace, and I Grim, when you came stomping over. As the president of your school’s student council, I thought you would pay more attention to bright white signs with big black letters and a slipping stick figure on them.”

Just as you were about to finish the tie on Rollo’s bandage, he suddenly stood. His hands were balled into fists, teeth grit so hard you thought they might crack. Despite that angry look, his tone was level, authoritative - he spoke to you as if you were some child. “I have had quite enough of you. Step aside - I will seek care else-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you shot up in front of him, face mere inches from his. Your eyes were like knives as they bore into him, pierced his very soul. So, too, was your voice level and demanding, though it came with a pointed edge that, if you were calm enough, would shock even you. “Sit down and shut up.” Rollo’s scowl melted into a stunned look, likely because no one had spoken to him in such a way before. He said not a word as he kept your stern gaze and slowly lowered himself back onto the bench. You followed him down, and when you knelt before him again, you threatened, “Move out of that seat, speak to me like that again, and I’ll give you something worse than a sprained ankle.”

There was a long silence between the two of you after that. In that time, you finished wrapping Rollo’s ankle, which had now begun to bruise. You were tempted to tie the knot a little tighter than what was required, just to get back at him, but you refrained. Despite how he spoke to you, Rollo was injured - you couldn’t be too petty. When you made sure the knot was secure, you quietly packed the bandages and pain relief ointment back into the little bag the receptionist had given you. As you closed the bag with the snap, you said, “Your ankle will probably swell a bit for a few days. Just keep off of it as much as you can; if it gets too painful, or if the bruise becomes worse than normal, you might want to see a doctor.” 

You didn’t even look up to see if Rollo heard you; his eyes had been upon you since he sat down, so you knew you had his full attention. As you stood from your spot on the ground and dusted off your knees, you added, “I’ll tell you vice president and assistant where you are. You said they were by the lazy river?” 

“...yes.” Rollo’s voice was hushed, as though he were hesitant to answer. 

“It shouldn’t take them too long to get here and help you up then.” You still refused to look at him as you turned to leave. “Hope your ankle heals soon.” You took a step away from the bench -

“[Y/n].” 

You froze at the sound of your name - of Rollo calling you by name. In the past, he only called you Prefect, or some other formal title you couldn’t recall. Sometimes you even wondered if he knew your name; his utterance of it just answered your suspicions. For the first time in the past several minutes, you glanced over at him. His expression appeared monotone, the usual for him, but there was a distinct…softness about it. In those dark gray orbs was a plea for forgiveness - a hidden respect. Well, that was something you never expected, especially in your direction. 

“Thank you,” his gaze flicked down to his ankle, “for your care.” 

You pushed the surprise to the back of your mind as you gave a shrug of your shoulders. “There was a possibility no one else would, at least when it comes to the ones from NRC. While you did apologize at the end of the masquerade, there are many who don’t hold you in a high regard.” Your eyes narrowed in a show of warning. “Unless you start treating the students like you would your own, instead of dogs or, as you put it, ‘heathens’, that opinion will never change.”

“If you will permit me to ask,” your gazes locked once more as he questioned, “why is your opinion any different?” 

You thought it over for a moment… “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted. A light chuckle fluttered at the edge of your words as you suggested, “Maybe I’m a sucker for punishment? It would fit for all things I’ve put up with since enrolling at the college - since I got there.” Although some of that previous frustration still lingered within you, a smile twitched at your lips. “Or maybe because, like me, everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. You said you would repent for your mistakes, right?” 

“That is my intention,” Rollo affirmed with a small nod of his head. 

“Well, you have your chance.” You turned to leave, but not without a final warning. “Don’t screw it up with your ego.” 

Then you walked away without another word. Rollo also remained silent, though you could feel his eyes follow you until you disappeared back into the hotel. They did not cut into your back like a knife, as they had many times before; instead, you felt as though it was out of something else. You couldn’t say what, however. For now, you simply let it slip from your mind as you went to inform Rollo’s cohorts of his accident. Maybe, just maybe, you could also convince Ace and Grim not to gossip about Rollo’s fall. 

***

“Henchmen!” Grim called out from beside the door to your hotel room. “There’s a lady here - she’s got something for you.” 

Your face scrunched in confusion as you approached the door. A bit of dread lingered in your heart as well. You really hoped it wouldn’t be something from Crowley, likely asking you to take on some task while you were supposed to be vacationing with the others. This was a school-wide trip, after all, and that included you. You swore, if this was yet another chore, you’d-!

“Can I help you?” you asked the lady at the door, in the most polite way despite the plots of doom that swirled in your head. 

“These are for you.” The lady, one you recognized from the hotel lobby, presented a bouquet of flowers with a smile. It was huge! To prevent it from falling to the ground, you had to cradle it like a baby! 

“U-Um…thank you?” You felt a little awkward at the whole situation. “Why am I receiving these?” 

“A young man asked for them to be delivered to you,” she replied. “You can check the notecard in the flowers.” She gave you a small bow before she turned to depart. “Have a good day!” 

“Y-You too.” You had to kick the door to close it - you didn’t want to risk dropping the flowers. Thankfully, Grim stepped out of your way as you headed to your bed, but he followed close behind.

“Why would someone send you flowers?” Those big blue eyes narrowed as he placed his paws on his hips. “What did you do?” 

“No idea,” you answered to both his questions. Now sitting on the bed, you examined the bouquet closely. There were various types of flowers: pink roses, lavender, blue hyacinths, lily of the valley, white tulips, forget-me-nots. This was certainly an expensive bouquet, a well-crafted one as well. You were sure there was some meaning to them; not too long ago, Rook had expressed to you the language of flowers. You made a note to visit him later for an analysis. You plucked the notecard the lady had mentioned before and added, “But we’re about to find out.” 

Grim hopped up onto the bed and took a seat next to you. You could feel him peek around you to try and get a look at the card - the one that now had your mouth agape. “What? What is it?!” Grim struggled to get a better look. “Let me see!” 

His words were like whispers in the wind. The message was not exactly what froze you on the spot - it was the signature below it. The identity of the sender of this generous, meticulously crafted bouquet, specially made for you. 

I hope this bouquet is not ill gotten by you; that it is sent at an inopportune time. I pray it finds you in good health, that it may express my gratitude for your service the day prior - and my deepest apologies for my behavior. I realize you are not one to be taken lightly…not one I should look down upon. These flowers are ones I grow in a garden back on my campus. Let them spell out the words I am unable to utter in your presence. Pray, too, that they are to your liking. May the rest of your days on this trip be filled with respite and peace. 

-Rollo Flamm

[evermourning]

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 - kim seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x reader, lovertober entry v

genre: non!idol au, will they/won't they, enemies to lovers, camp counselors!seungmin and reader

wc: 5.6k

warnings: ends kinda suggestive, making out, language, mentions wooyoung from ateez, yunjin from le sserafim, mina from twice, reader has an ego in the beginning, seungmin and reader were academic rivals in high school

a/n: pretend its still summer

from the moment you met him in the 10th grade, you absolutely and instantly disliked kim seungmin. with every bone, fiber, and cell in your body.

you had grown up with these people around you, watched as their faces slowly matured into the versions of themselves you saw them as now. however, you couldn't help but pity them.

compared to you, they were essentially idiots.

you were the top of your class, year after year after year. this was probably the big thing that set you apart from them. you spent your days studying, as opposed to partying. you jugged student council, clubs, and your grades so that you could graduate and lead a better life.

this journey was set back the day you met seungmin, though.

you could remember what he looked like as if it was only yesterday that you two locked eyes for the first time. fluffy brown hair and glasses, and braces adorning his pearly white teeth. he looked like an angel. a sweet, quiet kid that all the teachers adored.

but he was something much, much, much more sinister.

"yn, this is seungmin. he's new, so would you mind showing him around?" your teacher asked, and you graciously accepted. he was quiet as you aided him in his tour, making small comments here and there and asking questions if necessary. he became more acquainted with the people around you in the blink of an eye.

but you could feel something off about him. you just couldn't tell what.

he'd been sat down next to you in your math class, and instantly shot up in rank after tests to the spot right behind you. he was naturally gifted, getting almost perfect grades without lifting a finger.

it wasn't just math. it was every single subject. one after the other, they fell to his whim like measly pieces of chess.

he played it off with a simple "oh, i guess i studied this topic a bit extra" but in no time, he was hot on your trail for the top spot.

and you liked the thrill. you knew at the end of the day, you'd place first and everything would be normal, and this kid would learn that you were not to be messed with. you had to admit, as much as you shit talked him to your friends and made tons of claims that you probably couldn't back up, his banter was enjoyable.

until it wasn't.

your 11th grade year, seungmin became mean.

something happened over the summer. he'd grown taller, although he bore the same features, there was something so peculiar about him. he was lean and toned under his uniform, and became the star pitcher of the school's baseball team. immediately he was thrust into the spotlight you'd worked so hard to achieve. you were so annoyed. how was it easy for people to just like him? you made good grades, you tried to be courteous and respectful, and he was over there being crowned king of the school for fucking breathing.

he'd make offhanded comments about you, too, to your face and behind your back. the kinds where you'd just have to awkwardly laugh it off to soothe the aching pain inside your chest and the tears threatening to fall in big, ugly glops.

but you shook it off. you knew that it would only lead to worse events if you let him get in your head all the time. you tried to still be kind to him, but eventually, you gave up. if he was nothing short of an absolute dick to you, then there was no need to waste your energy interacting with him.

your interactions with him after that were minimal. passing glances in hallways, partner project where you simply split it up and didn't communicate at all, short questions in class. you weren't really out for him or anything.

until the end of 11th grade.

it was the time where final rankings for grades were announced. you were sitting at your desk, hardly bothered to check them. you knew you'd be first. you had been so confident, you just went back to work. however, something was off. usually, there would be cheers and groans, but all that you could hear were hushed whispers echoing through the classroom. when you looked up, lazily twirling a pencil between your fingers, you noticed something odd.

they were staring at you.

something wasn't right. these were people you'd known since grade school. they were used to you taking the top spot, right? right? you had to go find out what was wrong.

as you got up to look at the list, the crowd parted. the students looked on nervously as you marched up to the bulletin board where the fated list awaited, a thumbtack keeping it in place. you used your finger to slide up and down the list until you found your name.

next to it was your rank.

2.

you had fucking placed second. for the first time since...ever. you scanned the list desperately again, looking for some sign that it was rigged or faux. but it was the genuine article. you slid your finger up to see the name of the person who had stolen the position right out from under your nose, and you had to bite back a scream of pure rage when you saw it.

Kim Seungmin

that son of a bitch. he finally beat you.

and as you turned, there he stood leaning against the doorframe of the classroom, that smug smile prominent on his face. did he have a death wish or something? you did not like this at all.

later that day, as you were leaving, somebody stopped you, their hand grabbing you by the sleeve of your uniform. it was seungmin. you shook him off, shaking your head as you walked towards the gate.

"what's wrong? cat got your tongue?" he asked you tauntingly. you rolled your eyes with a huff, opening your mouth to shoot back with some sly remark, but he kept talking. "did you know i beat you by a tenth of a point? it's so fucking unreal. one tenth."

this comment sent you over the edge.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't you? relishing in my pain, acting like i'll joke around with you as if we're friends. well guess what: you don't mean shit to me, kim seungmin." seungmin's eyes widened slightly, but his eyes settled into a hateful glare.

"so be it. just to let you know, yn, you fucking suck. give yourself a high five, you fake bitch."

and just like that, your eternal rivalry with kim seungmin began.

thankfully, your rivalry was cut short when you went to different colleges. however, you knew all about what he was doing. somewhere along the line, his friends became your friends. he was in law school now, studying to become a persecutor. you hated to admit it, but you were honestly impressed. however, you couldn't complain, as you'd received a full scholarship to an accomplished university. you lived in the city during your term, enjoying its lively bustle and bright lights. you'd always enjoyed the summer better, though.

in the summers, you'd drive two hours up to the mountains to work as a camp counselor for a childrens' summer camp, named camp aspen. it was a lovely little place, tucked away near a small town, surrounded by acres and acres of wilderness. it was so serene, the crisp air feeling amazing in your lungs.

this was where you were now. your third summer as a counselor was about to begin. you parked your car on a beaten road near the cabins, walking into a lodge to say hello to the director. the rest of the counselors were sitting in the office, and when they saw you, they excitedly enveloped you in a warm group hug.

there were six counselors at camp aspen, each accommodating one of the three cabins, one for each age range. two counselors would stay in each cabin. the place was going to be renovated soon, but thankfully, the cabins had two large, separate rooms.

it would be the same as always, with your counselor friends. wooyoung and mina stayed with the oldest kids, you and soobin stayed with the preteens, and jisung and yunjin kept an eye on the littlest ones. this is how it always was.

until you only counted four of your friends.

"where's soobin?" you asked, looking around. wooyoung took your hands in his and sighed.

"don't freak out, but..." he sighed, seeming to brace himself for your possible outrage. "soobin is studying abroad this summer, so we had to find a replacement who will be staying with you."

you wanted to scream and also kinda smack wooyoung too. but, you didn't want to lose your job, so you decided to flash a smile through gritted teeth.

"it's okay, woo. why didn't you tell me?"

"well, we just learned today, too. it happened so suddenly, i guess soobin forgot to mention it to the director until the last minute. while you were driving up, it was so scary. mina and i were fucking scrambling to find a replacement. thankfully, she showcased her amazing problem-solving skills to find us a replacement. her friend's friend's...friend, i think. it's weird." mina blushed at his words of praise. "but anyways, he'll be here later, so go get your stuff all unpacked."

you sighed, jisung and yunjin giving you reassuring smiles before going back to their intense game of gamepigeon 8-ball. as you departed, you stole one last glance at your friends. this was going to be the best summer ever.

when you got to the cabin, you immediately began laying the sheets and blankets on your temporary bed, preparing your place of rest for the weeks to come. you'd strung little fairy lights along the bedposts and finished off with comfortable pillows. you loved making this bed your own year after year.

you sat down upon it, laying back and sighing as your head it your pillow. you had time for a quick nap, right? you set an alarm and drifted off. you wondered who your partner would be. would he be kind? would he be rude? he'd be kind probably, if he was somehow connected to mina, a total sweetheart. the older kids loved her. she'd sit with the girls in a semi-circle around her as they listened to her tell stories, interest gleaming in their eyes.

you just hoped he wasn't a total dick.

after your alarm went off, waking you up, you blinked and saw jisung dead asleep at the bottom of your bed, curled up.

"what the hell are you doing?" you asked, laughing. he laughed sheepishly.

"sorry, your bed is comfortable...and i was supposed to be telling you the new guy just got here but i said i'd rest my eyes for a second and now here we are."

you chuckled, getting out of your bed and slipping into the bathroom so you could check how you looked. once you deemed yourself presentable, you walked with jisung out to the parking lot, catching up about how life was. he was always very fun to talk to. jisung had the natural aura of a storyteller, of someone fun. he radiated warmth and kindness, probably why he was such a role model to the little kids.

when you made it to the makeshift parking lot (in reality it was only a wide rectangle of gravel you parked your cars near) there was a new car there, much nicer than the rest. it was sleek and black, although you had no idea why someone would be driving such an expensive-looking car in the mountains. from your current location, you could see awfully well that wooyoung was chatting amicably with the mystery guy as he pulled his suitcase from the trunk. and then, wooyoung turned and called out to you two so you could come down and meet him.

with jisung by your side, you nervously walked over to the car. a head popped out from where the trunk was.

"by the way, wooyoung, where am i stay-" the boy stopped abruptly when he saw you. "-ing."

your blood ran cold.

it was kim seungmin.

of course it fucking was, because without even trying he'd made it his life's mission to completely ruin yours. all your high school memories came flooding back, but something else was there, curdling horrifically in the pits of your stomach.

his hair was a lighter shade of brown now, with streaks of blonde in his bangs. his braces were gone, and his face no longer was cute and round. he was jawdroppingly beautiful. but this was the person you'd wished to avoid ever since that day in the eleventh grade.

wooyoung, that poor boy, grinned. "you'll be staying and working with one of my favorite counselors. seungmin, meet yn. yn, meet seungmin."

"i know who they are." seungmin said quietly. "and they know me. we went to the same high school." wooyoung lit up at this information.

"perfect! that makes things easier. yn, please show seungmin to your cabin."

as you walked alongside him, carrying a few of his things, the tension was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife. the heavy silence hung in the air, until seungmin awkwardly spoke up.

“i’m glad i know someone here. it’d be so awkward if i was rooming with a stranger.” he said, a little laugh escaping his lips.

“did you know i was going to be here?” you asked rather accusingly, and he shook his head, readjusting his hold on the suitcase.

“nope. mina, she’s the one who hired me, has a friend, sana, who’s really close with one of my best friends. do you remember him from high school? chan?”

yes, you did. chan was probably one of the most popular guys at your school. he’d been the captain of the varsity football team, the homecoming king three years in a row, and was notorious for being the reason many girls dumped their boyfriends. he wasn’t known as “mr. steal-your-girl” for just any reason.

him and seungmin became good friends seungmin's sophomore year, while chan was a senior and they remained close since then.

"i remember him." you responded, not wanting to hold a conversation with him.

"yeah, well sana reached out to chan, who reached out to me. and i needed some extra money, so here we are."

he was really starting to bug you. how could he just talk to you like he wasn't so terrible to you in high school?

"is this how it's going to be all summer, then?" you said to yourself, but he heard it.

"pardon?"

"you, acting like nothing happened between us when we were younger? like your words didn't burn my skin and mine didn't cut deep into yours? i'm not an actor, seungmin. i can't pretend that the things you said to me didn't happen. i can't just will them out of my head."

he scoffed, his true personality shining through. you knew it was down there. he could only hide it for so long. that son of a bitch.

"you're so overdramatic, yn. name one fucking thing i said about you that was so terrible it ruined your vision of me for the rest of your life." he meant it sarcastically, but he didn't realize you had an answer.

"in our junior year, you were talking to chan, and you called me a stuck-up, airheaded bitch who would cared too much about school. you said...you said i was going to push everyone away and then nobody would care enough to weep when i died. not even my own parents." recognition was prominent in his brown eyes as he remembered his own words.

"...i didn't think you knew about that."

you were on the verge of slapping him.

"how could i not? you texted it to chan. do you know how easy it is for a text message to be screenshotted and sent? chan sent it to minnie, who sent it to me. do you know what it's like to learn someone says shit like that about you? i sobbed for three hours straight." you dropped his stuff down right in front of him. "from now on, only talk to me if you need something." you stormed off, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.

so much for camp being your safe space.

the first week of camp was a little rocky. seungmin stayed true to your ask and only spoke to you if he needed help with something, but other than that, it was like you didn't exist. the kids obviously noticed it too. regardless of the fact that the week went well, at the end of the day, wooyoung still sat you and seungmin down and decided to have a chat with you.

"what is going on with you two? i thought you said you knew each other. i thought you'd have it in the bag, but you're singlehandedly ruining the experience for our campers, and that is not the type of energy we need counselors to have."

"if i may, woo," you said, and he raised an eyebrow. "we never specified if our relationship was good or bad, you just went with us knowing each other."

"and you didn't tell me this to correct me?" wooyoung sighed. "i'm disappointed, yn. you've been here three years. you should've contacted me instantly." you nodded at his words, a little embarrassed that your somewhat childish rivalry led you to not be rash when decision-making.

"i am not the oldest at this camp, but i have the most experience. this is my fifth year as a counselor, and i am sitting here now with authority you two don't have. i'm going to have to ask you to work this out. we are so short on staff that we can't afford for either of you to leave camp. understand?" seungmin gave his confirmation and you shot wooyoung a look (which he returned quickly) before agreeing.

this was how you were sitting cross-legged on your bed across from seungmin. he stared at you, challenging you to speak first. when you didn't, shooting him a nasty glare, he took the initiative.

"we're gonna listen to wooyoung's request and work things out. and if we can't...we'll find a plan b. deal?" you crossed your arms and slightly nodded. "let's see...let's do it like this: you're going to tell me why you don't like me. be raw and honest, and then i'll tell you why i don't like you. if there's any misunderstandings, that's what we'll know."

you sighed, knowing this was rational, and began.

"i'll be honest, yeah. when we were in 10th grade, you felt off to me, but i didn't really focus on that because i liked the adrenaline rush i got from comparing grades with you and our banter. but then in 11th grade...you were so terrible to me. all the things you were saying...and then you beat me. i know it was only by one rank but i lost it. i felt like my grades were the only part of my identity and without them...i was nothing. so that's why i haven't forgiven you, because you said all this shit and i'm still hung up over that." you admitted, staring at your feet.

“even if you didn’t have your grades, it wouldn’t have mattered. you were popular. everyone was always falling over themself to be friends with you.” seungmin pointed out, and you shook your head.

“i was not even close to popular, seungmin. people just used me for homework answers and i was too nice to say no.”

“no, no. that’s not possible. everybody was always talking about you, how kind and funny you were…and that’s why i didn’t like you.” his voice broke. “you had everything i wanted. i came to that school with absolutely nothing. you were at the hub of everything, there were always people around you, and i hated it. i hated how you didn’t have to wear a mask to get what you wanted. i hated how you were like some revered god of intelligence. i hated it so much. and then…the final straw was when i was having a fight with my mother in october of our junior year, because she didn’t like that i had changed so much because i’d grown popular and was spending my time with ‘bad influences’. and do you know what she said to me?”

“no, i don’t.” you were frankly a little embarrassed that this was a whole misunderstanding, but you listened anyways.

“she said she wished i was more like you. i didn’t even know how she knew you. and i wished nothing but the worst upon you after that. and now i learn i did all that on a whim?”

”no, you didn’t. you did it because you were upset, and you didn’t know any other way than to lash out. i’m sorry for how i treated you, and if you’re sorry, then let’s go tell wooyoung we worked it out.” you caught his hands in yours, and he flinched. you kept his palms between your hands as if you were keeping a canary in a cage, and when you let go, he felt free.

“i’m sorry for saying all that shit about you. if i had known you weren’t like that, i wouldn’t have done it. you don’t have to forgive me for that one.” he replied quietly.

“yeah, that one’s going to take a little time.” you laughed awkwardly.

for the first time, seungmin realized what people saw in you. how your eyes crinkled when you laughed, your smile absolutely gorgeous. even if it wasn’t even a normal laugh (you were quite literally awkward as shit), he began to feel something churning in the pit of his stomach. what was it?

thankfully he had time to figure it out before you left him behind.

after working things out with seungmin, you couldn't help but admit that your camp experience got better. he was honestly a perfect choice as counselor. the kids loved him, and he was really sweet and considerate towards them in return. it was noticeable that in the years since you last saw him, seungmin had unmistakably matured into a fine young man. you were glad his dick phase was over.

but something was different about him, now. since he didn't treat you even remotely terrible anymore, you began to enjoy his presence. kim seungmin was hilarious, his smile a ray of sunshine that forced the clouds away. you couldn't help but feel giddy when you saw it, but you reminded yourself constantly that this was your sworn high school enemy.

but would it really be so bad?

one sunny wednesday, you and seungmin took the kids out to play some sports. they voted on a simple game of baseball, which you knew seungmin would gladly agree too. but when they started chanting your name, pleading with you to join the game although you had zero baseball experience, you knew you were doomed.

"alright, yn, you be pitcher." you stared at the little boy who deemed your position incredulously.

"honey, i can't throw at all." you replied, and the kids started laughing. seungmin walked over to you on the makeshift diamond, gifting his teammate a plastic bat.

"i'll help yn learn to throw, okay?" he said, and the kids whined.

"that's cheating!" seungmin chuckled at their complaining.

"okay, so first you're going to take the ball and hold it like this." seungmin explained, his fingers gently sweeping over yours to move them to the right place. his touch was soft and sweet, like a juicy watermelon slice on a warm summer's day. once he got your fingers to a good position, he continued his lesson. "good, now place your feet shoulder-width apart. and uhh..hold on."

you felt your face burning as seungmin's hands slid up and down your body, moving certain parts of you into place. you were like putty in his hands, your heart fluttering when his long fingers grazed your waist. you tilted your head slight to see his face right in between your head and your arm, staring right back at you.

this wasn't the first time you had insane tension with kim seungmin. but it was the first time the energy was like...this. your lips were so close to his. you could feel his breath on your exposed skin and it felt good. if it was in a different setting, maybe...

you stepped back, flashing a dazzling smile to try and ease the uncomfortable silence. thankfully, your campers brought the focus back to them before things got too weird.

the entire game, your mind was somewhere else.

he wanted to kiss you. you'd seen his eyes, staring at your lips like they'd vanish if he blinked. you'd seen the way seungmin looked almost out of breath, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed ruby red.

you couldn't be imagining it. there was no way.

after everything was cleaned up, you snuck away to wooyoung's cabin, where he sat lazily on his bed as a sixteen year-old girl told him about her situationship. he looked relieved as you pulled him aside.

"i'm glad you worked everything out with seungmin." he said, patting your back reassuringly. "i knew you had it in you. i really am the best, aren't i?"

you shook your head.

"not right now, woo. something happened earlier today that was really weird, and jisung didn't want to hear about it so now it's your turn." wooyoung's eyes lit up at the mention of your drama, and he shooed his camper away, eagerly patting the spot next to him.

"tell me all about it."

and so you did. you explained everything: from your original drama with seungmin in high school, to how you solved it, to what went down while he was teaching you to pitch. wooyoung's jaw was dropped.

"you two went through all that tension just for him to not even finish teaching you to pitch? that's so fucking embarrassing. you needed that lesson." wooyoung tsked, theatrically hanging his head low.

"hey! i'm not that bad at sports." you retaliated.

''yes, yes you are. do you remember last year when your 'star pitch' broke yunjin's car window? i don't think she forgot about that." you rolled your eyes with a huff, and he laughed loudly. "but that's not important, because this could be the romance you always read about in your poorly written books. maybe you're having your own enemies-to-lovers trope right now! you'll be with him tonight, correct?" you nodded.

"alright, then shoot your shot? trust me, nothing bad's going to happen if you don't overthink it." he squeezed your hand excitedly. "i believe in you. use condoms!"

later that night, the director was holding a movie night for the kids in the lodge, allowing counselors to get a much-needed break. when the sun dipped below the mountain range in hues of deep blues, you sat at the dock with seungmin, splitting a liter bottle of some soda you couldn't read the title of. the moon was at its fullest, glowing ethereally as it cast a bright light upon the water. you swung your feet slightly, the cool water lapping against your feet a lovely contrast to the summer air. fireflies light up like lanterns all around.

"it's so hot," you complained, swatting at an unwelcome bug as it tried to land on your skin. "ugh, i feel like i'm burning alive."

seungmin took a swig of the soda, simulanteously running a hand through his sweaty brown hair.

"let's go for a swim, then." he suggested. you looked at him like he was crazy.

"in...the lake?" he nodded vigorously.

"where else would we swim? this camp doesn't have a pool. c'mon, it'll be fun. there's nothing that can hurt you in there. no amoebas, no snakes, no nothing. i'll keep you safe." he curled his pinkie around yours in a joking promise.

you sighed as you lowered yourself into the water. it was cool on your skin, resulting in you slightly shivering from the contact. however, once you grew accustomed to the temperature, it was rather nice. there was one problem, though.

the water was pitch-black, and you were still in your clothes. so when you felt something slimy touch your ankle, you let out a screech and jumped higher than a kangaroo.

"easy there." seungmin's voice said into your ear, and you startled at the sound. "relax, it's just me. the only think that touched your foot was seaweed. you'll be okay. it really only grows in one area of the lake, so let's stay away from there. sounds good?"

his words of soft and gentle reassurance, paired with a gentle touch on your waist made you want to erupt into flames even in the water. as he guided you to the center of the lake, you had to start treading water. however, seungmin was completely fine.

it was quiet for a bit, peaceful and serene before you broke the silence with a groundbreaking question."

"hey seungmin...were you planning on kissing me earlier?" the boy in question was silent for a bit, thinking about his answer, before finally speaking again.

"yeah, i was. how could i not? we were so close, and you know i could never resist you, yn. aphrodite herself turns green with envy at the mere sight of you." you felt your heart rate speed up at his words. so you decided to take the initiative.

"i'll be honest, since we became close, i've noticed this tension between us that wasn't there before. you're so handsome, and you know it, and i know it and i want to make out with you so bad, but i've been having all these reservations because i can't get over what you said about me all those years ago."

seungmin spoke up instantly, rebutting your claim. "i can proudly say now that the lies i spewed about you were instantaneously false, the moment they left my lips. see, i said back then that no one would weep if you perished. but now, i would. i would sob until the soil beneath me has turned to mud and it stains my clothes and my hands. i would leave you flowers and gifts every single day. now that i know you, and i know how you truly are, i'd kill myself if i lost you."

the sound of your tears hitting the water's surface, aligning with the incessant chirping of the cicadas, turned the sounds around you into an exquisite and melodious symphony. you threw your arms around seungmin, holding him tight.

"i'll say it now, seungmin. i love you. i'm in love with you. it happened so quickly, i'm scared it's faux. but i want it to be real. i want and crave you with every bone, fiber, and cell in my aching body."

seungmin's strong arms wrapped around you, and he grinned mischieviously.

"well, i'm not to great with my words, but i want you really bad, too. i'd personally like to, uh, ravage you? and you said something about making out that i am quite personally very down for."

you laughed, a smile gracing your features. seungmin wanted to see that face every day for the rest of his life, he decided.

"god, you're such a dork." you giggled, and pulled him in for a kiss. it was warm, fiery as passionate as your lips crashed against each others' like waves crashing against a rocky barrier. the change in gravity from the water made it easy to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. seungmin's hands drifted down to your ass to keep you in place, and you steadied yourself as your hands held his cheeks. god, you could feel his jawline from there. eventually, your tongues began to battle for dominance.

after ten minutes or so, you parted lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two. the moonlight reflected off of it as it snapped. seungmin watched in awe.

"that was so fucking hot...but um, what are we now?" you asked. seungmin laughed out loud, patting your soaked head.

"let's determine that later. right now...i lowkey want to fuck your brains out. think we can do that?" he teased.

"in a lake??" you shot back.

"there's a first time for everything." seungmin teased. once he was sure you gave your consent, his fingers went to the bottom of your sopping wet shirt, carefully lifting it over your head. "until then, i'll enjoy the view."

"and that's our cue to leave." wooyoung commented from his vantage point. yunjin stood beside him. he turned, grinning as he outstretched his hand. "pay up, buttercup. i bet that they'd get together before the end of the summer, and look at them! that twenty dollars is mine."

yunjin grumbled, pulling a crumpled twenty-dollar bill out of her back pocket and handing it to him.

"seriously though, those one-liners were horrific. the confession was cute though." yunjin laughed.

"oh, hell yeah. just for that, they're on bathroom cleaning duty. and i'm hoping and praying they remember what echoes are so we don't have to awkwardly explain what was going on to the little campers." wooyoung sighed. yunjin looked up at him.

"you are straight-up evil, jung wooyoung. have you seen those bathrooms?"

"exactly why they're on bathroom duty. i may be evil, but i am one hell of a matchmaker, aren't i?" he shot back, playfully nudging her shoulder.

"whatever you say."

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[kinbedo]

Summary- Akashi Seijuro, the man with a split personality, meets a person who has no personality. Basically, Dissociative Identity Disorder vs Depersonalization-derealization disorder.

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Trauma.

No matter how big or small, it's the one main thing that can lead to personality disorders.

And no matter how dull your eyes looked when he forced you to look up, he knew that there was something behind your irises that resembled what he sees in his own reflection in the mirror.

Akashi Seijuro, the first year student council president, captain of the Rakuzan basketball team, the man feared by everyone in the school including his seniors. It was near impossible to surprise him, he seemed unfazed by everything.

And yet, his heterochromatic eyes were dilated. He stared into your own eyes, which showed no signs of any emotion whatsoever- no fear, no respect, not even surprise when he suddenly shoved your shoulder and forced you to look towards him.

He was tired of how you only responded to his words with a simple "mhm" as you did whatever reasonable job was asked of you. He was annoyed that you didn't show him the same level of respect as everyone else did in your class. And he was frustrated with how you just seemed to not care about his presence.

He needed answers.

And he did get answers, without you having to say anything.

"Tch," he walked away.

He had an urge to talk to you, be around you and find out exactly what lead you to be like this, just so he could feel like there's at least someone out there who would understand him. But he suppressed his urges.

He'd hear Oreshi's voice every once in a while, suggesting Bokushi to open up a bit, but as long as it was Bokushi in control, Akashi Seijurou would never let his pride fall.

"Maybe if I lose, if that ever happens." he'd scoff in reply, as he looked at himself when he washed his face before heading to bed. "If that ever happens..."

The Winter Cup was just around the corner. And as expected, Rakuzan made it to the finals without breaking a sweat. People from their school were there in the stadium, cheering them on throughout the matches, but Akashi noticed that there were also some who stopped showing up after a couple matches.

And he wouldn't have been bothered by it if you weren't one of them. All he wants was acknowledgement from someone like him, and yet here he is, facing off against his former teammates, knowing they wouldn't understand everything that runs through his mind.

Bokushi and Oreshi truly were like two sides of a coin, opposite but cannot live without each other. They were half of a whole of what made Akashi. But that also caused him to be confused about his own feelings. While both seeked attention, Oreshi wanted it to be out of understanding, while Bokushi wanted respect. Prideful was Bokushi but with a considerate Oreshi in the way, Akashi couldn't help but get swayed away often.

In the end, Rakuzan lost to Seirin in the Winter Cup. Bokushi accepted his loss as Oreshi was free to be in control again.

"What happened to your hair?"

Akashi found himself in front of you. He hadn't given it much thought, letting his instincts, his need, drive him this once.

He seemed to have changed a lot. But you on the other hand, seemed the same as ever as you sat there, alone, in the school courtyard, your lunch on your lap. That same, expressionless expression...

"Listen, I just want to talk."

"Oh, is this you letting go of your pride?" you took a bite of your food. "Wow, what happened?"

"Just thought of changing some things up. I hardly doubt that's abnormal."

You just hummed in response and continued staring into the distance. Akashi was feeling nervous. This is the one time he's willing to let go of his pride, so he better utilize it to the fullest. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Sure, this spots empty anyway."

"What about your friends?"

"They're probably eating together, somewhere. I don't know, and I don't really care. All I want is to look at that bird nest over there."

Akashi followed your finger to the bird nest, where two baby birds sat, cuddling up to a much bigger bird. Then he looked back at you and the way your eyes were glimmering at the sight.

Huh, maybe you do show some emotions. And, if he were being completely honest, then even his eyes were probably glimmering at the sight. It was pretty peaceful after all.

"Say, Akashi-san, do you have an interest in the concept of 'still life'? It may seem boring to some, but it can bring a lot of peace to some others."

"I haven't heard too much about it, but would love to know more. Please do continue, yn."

Most of Akashi's conversations included work. To be able to talk about something so casual was a bit foreign to him, but he certainly didn't mind it. He hadn't realized how easy it was for him to get along with you. Was it because he'd grown used to your unfazed nature towards him and and his position? Was it because he realized that being seen as just another person isn't so bad after all? That he doesn't always need to assert his superiority as he was told to by Bokushi and his father?

Healing is conditional. It takes time and the right people. And maybe, choosing to be here with you might be his first step.

He's not sure whether this is Oreshi's consideration or Bokushi's pride, but he doesn't even want think about it, because right now, he's sure of one thing.

He wants to help you both get through whatever together.

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[ninani06]

— This pollen season make me uncomfortable

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

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Achoo!

Mao sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, slumping to the floor of the practice room with a groan.

Pollen season had arrived in full force, and it wasn’t showing him any mercy. His once-diligent training was now interrupted by an endless chain of sneezes.

Beside him sat a nearly empty tissue box, his constant companion throughout the day. Whether it was during class, in the student council room, or even here in the practice room with Trickstar, Mao couldn’t seem to get a break.

“Achoo!” The sudden sneeze echoed in the room, startling Subaru, who dramatically gasped. “Sarii! Are you okay? Is this it? Are we gonna lose you?!”

“Calm down, Akehoshi,” Hokuto interrupted, gripping Subaru’s shoulders firmly before he could escalate the situation further. “It’s just hay fever. He’s not dying.”

Mao chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m fine, really. It’s just the pollen. I can handle it.”

But truthfully, he hated how much of a disturbance it was causing. His sneezing wasn’t just annoying to him—it was disrupting their practice, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Even if his friends tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal, Mao couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Alright, guys,” he said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I’ll sit this round out. You keep practicing without me.”

His teammates exchanged glances before nodding. Hokuto placed a reassuring hand on Mao’s shoulder. “Take a break, but don’t overdo it. We’ve got your back.”

Mao smiled in gratitude. He hated feeling like a burden, but moments like this reminded him how lucky he was to have teammates who genuinely understood and supported him—even through something as ridiculous as a sneeze attack.

That’s why he found himself here now, sitting on the floor of the practice room, knees pulled up to his chest as he watched his teammates go through their routine “The pollen season make me uncomfortable.”

Despite their reassurances, guilt weighed heavily on Mao. He was the only one not practicing, and that fact gnawed at him.

He sighed, resting his chin on his knees, eyes distant and unfocused. His dejected posture didn’t go unnoticed by the team.

Hokuto and the others exchanged glances, concern flashing in their expressions. Just then, the door to the practice room creaked open.

A girl stepped inside, pressing a finger to her lips to signal the team to stay quiet. Trickstar quickly caught on, nodding in understanding before they silently slipped out of the room, leaving Mao unaware of the silent exodus behind him.

The girl approached quietly, her steps light and deliberate. When she reached him, she smiled mischievously before gently covering his eyes with her hands.

“Guess who?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Mao jolted upright, startled at first before quickly relaxing as the voice registered in his mind. “Y/n?!” he blurted, turning around to confirm his suspicion.

Sure enough, there you were, smiling down at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “Bingo!” You leaned down slightly, meeting him at eye level. “I heard you were having a rough time, so I thought I’d stop by.”

Mao blinked at you, a mixture of surprise and warmth flickering across his face. “You really didn’t have to—”

“Of course I did!” you interrupted, sliding down to sit beside him. Your knowing smile softened as you added, “It’s pollen season, right?”

Mao groaned, his head dropping slightly. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Your words hit him straight in the chest. He hated how transparent he must have been.

Deep down, he didn’t want anyone fussing over him—it wasn’t fair for someone to worry about such a small thing.

But you were prepared for his resistance, having known him long enough to expect this reaction. Seeing him sulk like this made you both fond and concerned.

You reached over to poke his cheek, causing him to flinch and glance your way.

“Hey,” you said, locking your gaze on his, “sometimes you’ve gotta let people help you out.” You pointed at yourself with confidence, your grin spreading wider. “And that someone can be me!”

Mao’s groan gave way to a chuckle as he shook his head, an almost sheepish look overtaking his face. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

Before you could respond, he suddenly looked away, letting out a loud sneeze that startled both of you.

Instinctively, you leaned closer, concern etched across your face, but he quickly waved it off with a dismissive hand.

“Really, it’s nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual, though his red nose betrayed him.

You let out an exasperated sigh at his stubbornness before making a decision. Gently, you reached out, taking his head in your hands, and lowered it onto your lap.

Mao instantly tensed, his face burning as he practically shot up in alarm. “W-what are you doing?!” he stammered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and panic.

“You need to rest,” you said matter-of-factly, your gaze firm but warm. “And if I just suggested it, you’d refuse, so I’ve decided to take action.” A soft smile tugged at your lips as you met his wide, flustered green eyes.

Mao groaned, his hands flying up to cover his face, as if doing so would hide how red his cheeks had gotten. “Y-you’re unbelievable…” he muttered, his voice muffled behind his hands.

Though clearly defeated, he made no move to pull away, eventually letting out a resigned sigh.

The warmth of your lap and your calming presence slowly began to ease the tension in his body, even as the blush refused to leave his cheeks.

You gently caressed his hair, your fingers brushing through the soft strands as you unfastened his signature yellow hair clip, setting it down beside you. “Rest now,” you said softly, humming a soothing tune. “You’ll be fine.”

To your surprise, Mao’s large hand slipped up to intertwine with yours. The sudden gesture made your breath hitch for a moment, but before you could say anything, he murmured, “What about your class?”

You chuckled quietly, giving his forehead a light poke with your free hand. “My classes are already over, so don’t worry about me,” you reassured him. Mao let out a small laugh, his eyes softening before they fluttered closed, exhaustion finally taking over.

You let out a relieved sigh as his breathing slowed, signaling he’d given in to sleep. Glancing at the tissue box next to you, you noticed only a single sheet remained.

Carefully, you pulled it out and leaned forward, dabbing at his nose with a gentle touch, ensuring he looked as comfortable as possible.

Just as you finished, movement caught your eye at the door. Mao’s teammates, peeking through the crack, were joined by Anzu, their producer, all trying (and failing) to stifle their grins. You put a finger to your lips, gesturing for them to come in quietly.

They tiptoed into the room, gathering around you as if it were a sacred moment. Sitting in a loose circle, they exchanged knowing looks and hushed whispers, doing their best not to disturb their overwork friend.

Even in sleep, Mao seemed blissfully unaware of the silent admiration and teasing smiles forming around him.

For now, surrounded by friends and you at his side, the violet-red haired boy could finally rest.