#theboyz drabbles

[dinoswife]

౨ৎ Meant to be yours - Eric Sohn

Your best friend Eric picks you up in the pouring rain after a bad date night. This night turns into the night your best friend will stop being your friend forever..

- Pairings: nonidol!eric x fem!reader

- Genre: fluff, friends to lovers

- Warnings: kissing, crying

Author’s Note: I wrote this at 5am so lmk if something is wrong grammatically. Also I’m having such a huge Eric phase it’s concerning…

You don’t know why you keep coming to these dates anymore. Planning blind dates with random people won’t get you anywhere. As much as you thought things wouldn’t get worse after your date insulted you by implying that the dress that you’re wearing doesn’t compliment your body, he also dumped you in the pouring rain afterwards.

You didn’t think this guy would be such a jerk to not even give you a ride home after you said your car is on service but oh well you were wrong about him.

The rain was getting worse and worse, it was pouring so hard that the dress you were wearing was now stuck on you like skin. Your hair completely wet and your makeup ruined, mascara was running down your cheeks and it looked like you’ve been crying. Not that crying isn’t the only thing you’re able to do right now.

You pulled your phone out of your purse to get into your contacts. Leaving home for university was fun but now you didn’t have many choices on who to call in a situation like this.

Your mind could think of only one person to which you were close to. Your best friend Eric, you and him were best friends since high school. Him getting into the same university as you was just cherry on top. You were really happy when you found out your best friend and you would be in the same university but things were not going exactly how you wanted them to go.

Six months into university Eric got into a relationship. His girlfriend was really pretty very smart too. You were feeling a little jealous. But you figured that you weren’t jealous of her relationship with Eric just that she gets to spend time with him and you don’t anymore. Or that’s what you wanted to think at least.

You didn’t want to say anything to your best friend about the way his girlfriend was making you feel. So you stayed silent watching your best friend slowly drift away from you. Unfortunately, you and Eric did get distant from each other without realizing it.

One week ago you found out that Eric and his girlfriend had broken up. The sad part was that you found out through a mutual friend of yours and his. He didn’t say anything to you, which hurt you a lot. You also said nothing, you didn’t want to pressure him into talking to you.

At this moment, no one would come here in the dark night to pick you up in the rain after a bad date except for Eric. You hoped that he wouldn’t have changed that much so that he wouldn’t come at all. And also you hoped this phone call could be the reason you two get closer again.

You searched for his name in your contacts and took a breath before pressing the call button. The little rings made you anxious waiting for him to pick up. Suddenly you hear his voice on the line, you haven’t heard him in a while. “Hello?” It took you some seconds to respond to him trying to sound okay at least if not good. “Eric, um I’m sorry I know it’s almost midnight” you tried to sound as stable as possible but you were failing big time. It was very obvious you were crying it was impossible for him to not notice.

“Are you crying? Did something happen to you?” Eric’s voice sounded concerned and as much as you missed him and his voice getting him concerned about you was not on your to do list tonight.

“I am stuck outside of this restaurant downtown and it’s raining pretty heavily. Could you pick me up?” Your voice was more stable than before. Your heart was racing waiting for his response. Waiting to find out if you were going to see him tonight or not.

You noticed that it took him some seconds before he got to respond. You felt uncomfortable all of a sudden asking him such a thing after you haven’t spoken to each other for so long “Please?” You added as if you weren’t enough pathetic so far.

“Share your location, you can’t be that far. I’ll be there soon okay?” He said and you couldn’t hear any undertone from him. You couldn’t understand if he was mad or concerned or annoyed.

You shared your location as he said and waited patiently for him. Your heart was about to leave your body thinking that you’re about to see and talk to your best friend after months. You felt so nervous. You were anxious that maybe he didn’t want to be your best friend anymore, you were scared that maybe he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him.

The sound of a horn woke you up from your thoughts. You looked at the direction where the sound was coming from and met his figure running over to you. His hands held your arms tightly looking at you up and down for any sign of injury.

“Oh my god get in quickly you’re going to catch a cold” he basically yelled while holding your hand now to lead you to the passenger seat. Opening the door you saw two dry towels on the car seat. Eric took one of the towels to wrap it around your body trying to make you warm in any way he could.

He lead you to get in the car afterwards closing the door behind you and getting in the driver seat. He put his keys in and started his way over to your house.

The ride was a little silent. None of you talked and the only movement between you was when Eric opened the air conditioner to keep you warm.

When he pulled up in your porch he decided to make the first move “Can you tell me why you ended up like this? Do you have any idea how scared I got looking at you standing in the rain?” His tone was serious. He was seriously concerned about you and that made your heart flutter.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t have anyone to call I didn’t want to disturb you or get you concerned about me” you felt a little bad making him that scared. And also felt bad about how much you liked that he still cared about you. “I was on a date with someone who clearly didn’t like me.” You continued explaining to him

His brows furrowed as you said that. He was looking at you focused on everything you were saying as you explained to him how your date insulted you and then left you in the pouring rain without a way to get home

“ Why did you go out with him? I’ve told you so many times to get to know someone before trusting them on anything” he said looking a bit more mad than concerned right now.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. He was right after all.

“God can’t you see what’s good and what’s not?” He looked at you again, his tone still sounded mad. This time it was like he was blaming you for everything and like he was mad at you about it. You didn’t quite like how he was blaming you for everything as you were sitting next to him after getting your feelings hurt tonight

“If you want to blame me about it you can go home now. Thanks for the ride, you can go back to not talking to me now” You tried to avoid adding this last sentence but you just had to bring it up. You opened the car door getting out and walking to your door trying to get your keys out of your purse. Eric followed the same movements as you and was standing now just behind you. “I didn’t mean to blame you. I’m sorry”

His voice more relaxed than before. His apology sounded sincere which made you stop fumbling around with your keys and turn around to face him.

“Can I come in to talk to you?” He continued with his eyes giving you an apologetic look. You couldn’t watch you and him be like this. You gave him a little nod and opened your door letting both of you inside.

Eric hasn’t been in your house for a while, the moment he got inside he started noticing all the little changes you made in the house. You told him you’ll be back in 5 minutes after you change into something dry and get a towel for your hair.

He started walking around looking at the flowers on the coffee table,knowing how tulips were your favorite he smiled a little without noticing. His eyes caught some photos you hanged on the wall. Family photos, you traveling. His eyes landed at the pictures of you and him together in high school, when you went to prom together cause you promised it to each other. Pictures of the first year in university, when he treated you to pizza and beers for the first day as university students.

His smile didn’t fade once, if not it was getting bigger and bigger. He was thinking about all those memories he made with you. He knew he missed you like crazy but seeing pictures made it ten times worse.

“What are you looking at?” You said from behind holding a towel to your hair. Eric turned around half scared half embarrassed about the fact that you caught him looking around.

You realized he was actually looking at old photos of you and him together and suddenly understood why he was acting like that.

You chose not to comment on it and try to talk to him about everything that has been going on. “I’m sorry for tonight. I made you drive all the way to that restaurant to pick me up” you said trying to break the ice and he looked up at you to respond. “Don’t worry I’d do it again if you asked me to” he said comforting you with a soft smile also. You gave him a little smile back not knowing what to say but before the silence became uncomfortable Eric spoke up again “I wanted to say that, I miss you. I know we’ve been distant and I know it’s because I got into a relationship and I’m really sorry for pushing you away. If i had realized what I was doing at the time I really wouldn’t have pushed you away from me.”

He said looking into your eyes as a sign of sincerity. You couldn’t be mad at him ever. He meant it. You missed him too so much. Talking to him and seeing him tonight was so overwhelming for you. You needed Eric next to you at all times.

“I’m sorry I let it happen as well. I really missed you too you have no idea.” You said back to him as you tried to hold your tears back.

Eric moved closer to you still looking at you in the eye going in for a hug as you let him enter your personal space and hold you tightly after so many months.

Feeling his hands around your waist made your heart face again. You tried to ignore how your heart always does that when you’re with Eric ever since high school.

You chose to avoid those feelings you had for him. You couldn’t tell him how you only went to those blind dates to find someone better than him but failed miserably.

Eric snapped you out of your thoughts suddenly talking in the hug “I need to tell you something if we are going to just solve everything right?” He said and this made your heart race even faster.

Your heart was hoping he would actually feel something for you back while your mind was telling you to push those stupid feelings away.

“You can tell me everything” you said pulling out of the hug to make eye contact with him. While you were expecting him to have a smile on his face as you did his expression was much more serious than yours

It looked like it was taking him some courage to speak to you about what he wanted to say. But you gave him the time he needed.

Finally he was ready to talk to you as you could read his thoughts through his eyes.

His eyes were looking straight at yours as he took a deep breath before he said anything and held your hands on his

“ I like you. I know we’ve been best friends since high school and this is not the kind of relationship we have with each other. I tried avoiding those feelings really that’s why my last relationship happened. And that’s also why I ended it. I know this might ruin everything but I wanted to tell you.”

Did he really say this right now? Like you’re not dreaming right? Could he read your thoughts just seconds ago?

Eric was scanning your eyes for any sign of discomfort trying to see if he crossed the line.

You were in pure shock not knowing what to say. Thankfully you woke up pretty quickly to realize he’s waiting for you to talk. “What? You mean that? Like you really mean that? You don’t like me in a friendly way right?” You sounded a little stupid at the moment which Eric found adorable causing him to giggle.

“ I mean it, I like you in a ‘I want to be with you’ way I promise” he joked this time seeing how flustered happy and shocked you got all at once. His smile never leaving his face now and you noticed how even his eyes were smiling

“ I really like you too, I went to all those blind dates to try and find someone better than you but I found none. I like you” you replied in a soft tone not being able to hide your smile anymore. Your heart was beating so fast your whole body was overwhelmed with happiness and his hands never left your waist this entire time.

His eyes never left yours and he was looking at you so softly. His eyes could say a hundred things to you that no one could even describe in words.

“Can I kiss you now?” He said with a spark of excitement which made you laugh a little looking at how cute he was. You gave him a little nod together with a smile as he moved his hand from your waist up to your cheek to cup your face softly and lean forward into you. Both of your eyes closed naturally leaving your lips as the only way of communication with each other.

When his lips met yours it felt like fireworks were flying around in your stomach. Your heart probably exploded and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss making Eric break a smile as well. You don’t know for how long you’ve been waiting for this moment to come not even knowing if it was ever coming to reality. You couldn’t be more happy right now. You won your best friend back and also gained a lover along the way.

What you and Eric had was rare. It felt so right to be together. He understood you and your needs completely and you understood his. After all you started thinking that maybe you were meant to be his.

[cobiehaven]

Eagle — Lee Sangyeon

SYNOPSIS; where sangyeon wants to seal away the readers curse.

PAIRING; hero!sangyeon x villain!reader

GENRE; drama, short story

WORD COUNT; 0.5k

TAGS/WARNINGS; cocky!sangyeon, reader is a dragon, cringe asf, mild language, has the most cliche ending.

AUTHORS NOTE; does this count as beastality? 😭.

the deep inhale and exhale was almost enough to blow sangyeon away as you watched him through the darkness of your widened cave. you could hear him from a mile away as he made little to no effort to be quiet with his steps.

you supposed that he already knew you were aware of his presence.

with the brush of his large torch, your eyes glowed with anger as the man dare step foot into your lair. the heat from your inner flare starting to build up in your stomach as he reeked of the towns village bread.

the village that you once were apart of and abandoned many years ago. you ended up here in some unfortunate circumstances due to a deep curse that was placed on you, turning you into an ugly beast that banished from the square. now you live here, away from people, where you prefer to be. those unworthy humans didn’t deserve to be fed of their selfish satisfaction.

“so, are you the beast everyone has been gossiping about?” sangyeon asked, as if he didn’t already put two and two together.

you looked down at him, he was so small from where you were. “if you’ve come to challenge me, i suggest you turn around and go back to that putrid village you reek of.”

“so you know of my hometown?”

the small talk was starting to piss you off.

you didn’t answer. your hardened glare was enough for him to get the answer he needed. but to much of your surprise, he just smiled. “what is it? have you come to mock me?” you asked, your deep breaths making it hard for him to keep his balance. “nothing. its just, you have no idea why exactly i’m here,” he chuckled. “that’s exactly what i’ve been asking you for the past 5 minutes you’ve been here.” he just continued to smile like an idiot. it really really started to piss you off now. that was until he said his next few words. “i’m here to cure you.” it took you a second to register what exactly he said but once you did, your eyes widened to meet his chocolate ones.

“…what?” you were in disbelief.

“you heard me.”

“but.. what? how? there is no cure! i’m sure of it!”

“but that’s what you think.”

you narrowed your eyes at this man, was he being serious? how was he possibly going to cure you? “to lift the curse..” you were hungry for the answer. “you have to fall in love with a human.”

the long pause was so thick with tension that someone could cut the air and get seriously hurt.

“in the fairytales i’ve read, the hero enters the cave to slay the dragon. not to join them,” you said with the most amount of sass you could add, resting back on your legs as you were tired of hearing this hero’s nonsense.

“i guess it’s a good thing this is our fairytale instead.”

© cobiehaven 2023

[flwrkisses]

faq.

hello! i'm mari. the writer of this lovely blog. here i will be answering the most reoccurring questions that come to my ask box to better help you all understand not only me and my blog.

Q: how old are you and where are you from?

well, i'm an 03 liner from puerto rico. this means my first language is spanish, so i apologize in advance for any and all grammar mistakes. i'm only human after all.

Q: who do you currently write for and whom have you written for?

i currently write for enhypen & tomorrow x together only.

i used to write for bts, seventeen, exo and a couple one shots for random groups here and there. they are all accessible through my archive. i have retired these groups from my blog and will not be writing for them anymore.

i still stan and enjoy these groups, however as inspiration comes and goes i would prefer to write about my current hyper fixations.

Q: what pronouns should we use for you?

gender is very weird and sometimes hard to understand but i use she/her primarily.

Q: who are your biases and the groups you stan?

i'm sunghoon's gf ... you can ask him he'll confirm. and i'm yeonjun's baby mama but tbh— i'm ot. 7 and ot. 5.

i stan lots of groups like p1h, ateez, skz, theboyz, new jeans, twice, seventeen, (g)idle, kep1er, le sserafim, and of course exo and bts. probably more that i can't think about right now.

Q: do you have a posting schedule?

i do not, i just write as inspo hits and as requests some in.

i will be posting for member's birthdays and anniversaries while in my active periods.

sometimes i go inactive for long periods of time with school and work.. so i apologize in advance for any i consistency.

Q: what is your favorite thing to write?

to be very honest, cheesy slice of life shameless self insert things.. but i also am really into angst. it's the pain that makes a story so much better... ig i just love to suffer.

Q: do you have anons/mutuals?

i used to, however after a year and a half of being inactive i'm not too sure if they're still around. but i'm always open having anons/mutuals or usual requesters or whatever you guys wanna call yourselves.

Q: is there anything you're not comfortable writing?

i don't have any hard triggers. i actually really like stories with harsher more dark topics. like i said earlier i love angst and slice of life fics and life isnt always sunshine and rainbows... and well that's perfectly okay!

sometimes i have requests about things i am not too extremely familiar with... if i do not know much about something i try to research before writing it. if even after research i don't understand it well i will not be writing it.

i will not write smut. this is not a smut account and i will not be making a side blog for smut. i just personally don't think i could write it. plus thats just not what i want this blog to be. there are lots of very good smut writers out there please check them out if thats what you're looking for.

i will also not be writing anything glorifying things like self harm, suicide, eating disorders, and other extremely serious mental health issues or health issues im general.

i will also not write anything i deem to be insensitive, offensive, or creepy.

Q: is there anything you wish to write more about?

i wish to write a lot more for enhypen in this upcoming year. and hopefully dive into some supernatural topics with them especially because of their vampire concept.

i want to write much longer fics, and further improve my fic/drabble/oneshot writing skills so lets see how it plays out!

©flwrkisses ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission. (2023)

[rrxnjun]

i just want to know why is it so rare tho?😭and so true every 03 liner i see has a special place in my heart!!! and yeah we are pretty similar in that🤭🤭

i just get angry when i do it but it also calms me in some way idk dude it's a whole mess lmao😔THATS MY PROBLEM AS WELL but i'm trying to learn whenever i get impatient to just leave it and continue when im in the mood again!!! ahh writing is hard tbh so u have all of my respect actually!!! like every time i have to write something i just rush it and never look back on it cuz i cringe so much🤣so genuinely hats off to u!! (and i also saw what u reblogged earlier so i just want to say that i love ur storylines and how u just write the emotions and the people in them!!!) more plants are always amazing🥳🥳 i'm glad free styling works for u!! tbh i never knew how to look up how to actually take care of what plant so i think free styling is the only option🤣 thank u for wishing luck!!💘 if u tell me ur fav colors i would actually make one and just send a pic to u of it once i get back to my hobbies sometime in may (and this is an ask for help cuz i never have ideas on what colors to use.-. and i will keep it in the name of u lmao😌)

WILL SEND U ALL OF THE PIXELS OF HIM!!!!

actually being a silly like that is so fun in a way ngl (i am in the biggest parasocial relationship known to mankind with sunwoo from theboyz and i would never change that fact lmao love being silly like that) yeahhh it's so great to just see how much growth they had since then!!!🥹🥹but i genuinely don't understand how they just get better and better each time they do a cb:o

GOOD LUCK WITH UR EXAMS!!!!!! they are more important than that drabble so I HOPE U WILL DO GREAT IN ALL OF THEM!!!

thank u🥹🥹🥹u are not pressuring me at all so thank u for that as well🥹💞and also thank u for welcoming me with open arms!!! i think i get closer to getting of anon every time i send an ask/reply🫡

no problem cuz i'm also very late with my reply so sorry😟 exams suck so much!! i hope u will only have better weeks than that then!!! i hope u are doing well as well and that u will ace all of ur exams!!😌💗💖💓 (liebestraum anon🥳💞💗)

bro thats me with art omg 😭😭😭 its like a weird mix of rage impatience but at the same time relaxation and creativity altho i havent drawn or done any art in ages 😔💔 SJSJS sometimes when i read back my work i cringe too,, esp my older fics but considering that i write the content i wanna see i read my own fics sometimes LMAO so theres that. thank u so much for complimenting my storylines and emotions i think those are the two main things i focus on in my writing 🥺💓 also my fav colors and combos are literally anything + white (esp black, red and blue) and also cream, sage green and shades of gray 😌😌 keep it and wear it like a declaration of love to me /j

now. to the topic that i already hinted at during our convo on my main- our similar taste because tell me why am i the biggest bitch for sunwoo i dont fucking stan the boyz??? LOOK AT THIS DJSJSJSK

i fully support your parasocial relationship with him i am actually your biggest fan 💓 BUT SUNWOO IS A DEVIL EVERY TIME I SEE HIM I HAVE TO TAKE A MOMENT BC OH LORD-

thank u!!! i have one final down (got an A from it ❤❤❤) but i have 5 more to go and it only gets more difficult LMAOO so ill be back to writing in june hopefully :')

DJSJS was actually so glad to see u on mosviqu too i am happy you are getting more comfortable 💓 hope youre doing well im cheering u on always!!

[mae-gi-writes]

Ways To Love: Sunwoo

"When you love, forgiveness plays a big part in the relationship. One that knows how to forgive knows how to think of someone other than themselves. And that, that’s what love is about."

Read more of the ‘Ways To Love’ Series: 

Sangyeon | Jacob | Younghoon | Hyunjae | Juyeon | Kevin | Changmin | Chanhee | Ju Haknyeon | Sunwoo | Eric

--

"Sunwoo talk to me."

The door of his room stays adamantly shut in your face, a physical barrier that's stopping any attempt of communication between you and the said young man.

You let out a heavy, tired sigh. You know you were in the wrong the moment he lashed out at you about you not putting any effort into the relationship. The truth is, work tired you out and coming home only meant that you slept the night away and barely spent any time with him. Then, you'd neglect him by spending the rest of your free hours outside the house, laughing away with your friends when Sunwoo was always there, waiting for you. No wonder he's mad at you. You'd be livid if you were in his place.

"Sunwoo," you knock again and again. No answer, "please Sunwoo. We can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Still, no answer.

But then, the door swivels open and your eyes fall onto his own dark ones, furrowed in silent anger and -- what you hate the most -- disappointment.

Instantly, your eyes fill with tears as you choke out another apology, hating the way his gaze pierces yours in a manner that makes your heart ache in your chest. Sunwoo sighs, before his shoulders relax and he opens his arms, beckoning you to come closer.

You don't hesitate. Flinging yourself into his chest and burrowing intk his warmth, you allow yourself to feel him against you, his scent wrapping you in a secure embrace and causing a sob to bubble up your throat.

"I'm sorry," you croak out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," his hand smoothes over the side of your head, "it's okay Y/N."

"I didn't realize how horrible it-- how horrible it would be for you," you stumble through your string of explanation that you're not sure makes sense, but Sunwoo seems to be nodding along, "I would've been mad too. I know I fucked up, just-- please--"

That's when your eyes flutter up to meet his, blinking away the tears while murmuring, "don't break up with me."

It takes a few seconds of impending silence where your heart drops to your stomach. Oh no, maybe he really does want to break up with you. Maybe your mistakes is one that can never mend your relationship back together, as stupid as it sounds.

His murmur is so soft you barely hear it, "I'm not going to break up with you, crazy girl."

And then he's holding you a little closer, a little tighter as your relief floods through your body in the form of tears. You feel his lips a few seconds later, imprinting softly on the side of your head.

"I'm sorry I was angry at you," he whispers in your ear.

"No, you had all the right to be," your voice is muffled against his shirt when you reply, "I was being really ignorant. I never meant to hurt--to hurt you."

"It's okay," another kiss lands at your cheekbone, then against each of your eyelids with a softness that leaves you breathless and your heart melting like butter, "I forgive you."

Lifting your face to gaze into his eyes, a soft breathe escapes your lips at the tenderness flickering through his face, "I don't know what I'd do if you break up with me."

"Well you can stop thinking about that," he huffs, "because that's not gonna happen."

Breathing in his soft, masculine scent and burying your face even closer if that's even possible, your eyes flutter closed when he plops another kiss on your cheek.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling you with him as he sits down onto his bed, with you on his lap while his hand comes around your waist to caress the side of your hip with affection. Warmth pools into your stomach at his touch lingering over your skin and you nuzzle his cheek like a baby, causing him to chuckle.

Your hands don’t hesitate to lace around the back of his neck and your fingers automatically play with the soft strands of hair lingering over his nape. 

"Wanna order pizza and watch a movie later?” Sunwoo tilts his head back so that he can look into your eyes. 

You look up at him, mouth pulling into a soft tender smile at the hope lighting his expression like an excited child, “I’d love that.” 

“Pepperoni and cheese?” 

"What about pineapples?” 

“I tell you, pineapples do not belong on a pizza.”

“Do too,” you stick out your tongue.

“Do not,” he chuckles while pushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. His thumb caresses the edge of your cheekbone, lingering a little bit longer than necessary. Breath hitching slightly at his closeness, your body leans into his touch out of instinct and Sunwoo’s smile widens. 

“Know what?” His mumble comes out half-coherent, dark gaze locked on yours with such intensity that all breath seems to freeze inside your chest, your heart quaking slightly at the intimate affection apparent on his face. 

“What?” your teeth find purchase onto your bottom lip.

“I think pizza can wait,” he murmurs with his mouth practically hovering over yours. He waits for a few beats of silence, in which he hope he can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

And just when you think that he’s going to pull away from you, his mouth lands on yours. A gentle kiss, soft as sunlight cascading over a flower’s petal. You sigh and fully resign yourself into the kiss while your body molds against his. 

With Sunwoo, no fight lasts long. 

[aeonged]

leave the heartbreak behind – (younghoon, k.)

genre ㅡ ⋆ sweetheart!younghoon comforting you

word count ㅡ ⋆ 2.8k

synopsis ㅡ ⋆ heartbreak sucks, but a friend of yours, younghoon wants to comfort you out of it.

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You can’t believe this

The fourth Goddamn time

In one year

Stupid enough to let one come and go

Walking down the street once your last class ended whilst wrapping yourself with your arms, feeling not only anger tried piercing your soul, but the chilly air in this chilly evening tried piercing your bones as well. You were angry, so angry you don’t know why you couldn’t cry. You felt betrayal, disappointment, and anger trying to engulf you fully. Somehow, if you don’t try oppressing them, you just knew your anger would burst out any minute by now.

 You’d say today was a good day, up to lunch break. The thing was, you were about to tour around school in search of your friend, Kevin, when you saw a group of people crowding by the lockers. You thought it was just another beef at school and people just can’t skip the moment but, no. Halfway through the crowd, you can easily spot the crowd of attention was no other from Lee Jeno, asking a girl out. Not sure of her name, though everyone at school probably knows her for being so pretty. Sieun, a close friend of yours who happened to also witnessing the incident then noticed your presence, trying to pull you away from the crowd but you did it faster anyways; storming away from the cheering flock of people. Who even is Lee Jeno at the first place? 

On first glance, you’d probably think Lee Jeno acts the way he looks. Handsome jock who has his own table with his friends on the cafeteria and would be the noisiest table every lunch break. You’ll spot him on every party, and everyone knows him. You do perceive him as that kind of guy; who thinks his looks and his social status represents his whole personality himself and would fuck and kiss anyone he like. Then after being assigned to a partnered group project, you were amazed of his personality and interests, and for a moment think he’s okay. Though if it all ended like this, you’d agree Jeno does act the way he looks.

It all started normal at first. The group project ended with marvellous outcome and then you started talking, like normal friends do. Then would continue to texting every day, or even phone calls and FaceTime. Then it’s a hanging out together kind of stage, just the two of you, him going to your place, cuddling in your room while watching Netflix, then falling asleep next to each other. You caught feelings, and he made it seemed obvious that this would lead to something. But you were wrong.

Jeno sort of disappeared after a month of the close untitled relationship. Since the basketball team are preparing for a tournament, you suppose Jeno was just tied up with practicing, and he just had a few to little time to contact you. You were kinda upset, but thought it’s just nothing to bitch about therefore welcoming him back with open arms once he made his return to you. The blossoming untitled relationship filled with lovey-dovey acts made its return as well. It’s only a matter of week before Jeno disappeared once more for whatever the reason is. By this point, you were just so sure of yourself that Jeno was just around to play with your feelings and there’s no point on accepting him back when he made another return. Then you decided to ignore his texts and calls, also him at school.

Then there’s this one day, where you would hang out with your girlfriends. Going out for burgers and milkshakes, then would just spend the entire evening talking and laughing. It felt nice, moreover just ghosted by someone, and just have a support system lingering around your presence and made you smile, also feel good about yourself. Saerom, one of your girlfriends drove you home and upon arriving home, you didn’t even reach the stairs when you heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Saerom, maybe you left something in her car but opening the door, all you see was Jeno. You tried your best to keep your eyes in once place, in other words; not rolling your eyes, but failed. Your eyes rolled automatically. Surely he has no self-respect after leaving you hanging around like that.

“Are you mad at me?”

ㅤㅤ

He shouldn’t even question it. You are mad, undoubtedly. You sighed out in annoyance, hoping that it would at least make it obvious enough for him. You almost turned around to close the door, but Jeno’s grip landed on your wrist.

ㅤ

“I miss you.”

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Shocked, actually, but best to try to make it look cool. You still have a glare plastered to your face. Not shocked to know the fact that Lee Jeno missed you, judging how he’s basically the needy party on the untitled relationship, but it was the sudden confession that made you shocked. He followed up with a sigh, saying that he’s just really busy with practice and didn’t have time to contact you, but he missed you, and he didn’t wish for any of this to stop. Jeno said it’s better to stay this way, at least you can have each other on company, and bomb out love and affection. To think of it, you can actually just shut the door right in front of his face, but his words bewitched you, that’s why you just pulled him to a hug.

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Few days passed; it was all back like it used to. Though you just can’t help but feel something weird whenever you woke up and sleep thinking about Jeno. Even though you didn’t express your concern to any of your friends, you just knew you should follow your gut feelings. After more days of thinking, you finally decided to turn the table and give Jeno what he gave you; ghosting him. He asked for an explanation, you didn’t give him any. Then around two weeks after, you saw it. Jeno asking out the popular girl by the lockers. Unbelievable, you thought. A relationship that you’ve always thought of starting with Jeno didn’t probably even cross his mind as he left you hanging for months as well as ghosting you two times. And now, right in front of your nose, you’re witnessing him asking a girl out on an official relationship? Didn’t he say he was busy?

You kicked the pebbles along the road. You didn’t want to go home, you’ll probably cry out in anger, you needed something to distract your mind. Then upon seeing an empty park with a swing set on it, you knew you wanted to go there. You thought maybe some alone time could at least help you, then you made your way there.

Sitting down on the swing set, you gently rocked yourself back and forth while your attention glued to your shoes. Kids are probably at home at this hour, judging how the park that’s usually so crowded with little feet running around, joyfully playing with each other is now empty. You love the ambience; chilly, lonely, quiet, and no one’s around. Well, maybe.

“Rough day, huh?” slightly jolting up in surprise, you turned to look over your shoulder and saw Younghoon. Letting out a small smile, Younghoon then sat on the swing set next to you. Once he had settled down on his sitting position, you answered out to him.

“You probably don’t know what rough is.” You said, fiddling with your fingers. From the corner of your eyes, you could see that Younghoon responded with a smile, as he also rocked his swings slowly back and forth.

Talking about Younghoon now. A classmate of yours, a friend of yours, also a friend of lots of your friends. Some said he liked you but— he doesn’t really show it? That’s why you chose not to believe them and kept being friends with Younghoon. He’s a nice guy and had similar music taste as yours, that’s why you talked a lot with Younghoon, even before your untitled relationship with Jeno. Not only a nice guy with a similar music taste, he’s also funny, though sometimes how he acts and thinks is just plainly weird, you just think that’s one of the aspects why he’s funny.

Then not long, the rumour of Younghoon liking you started spreading like wildfire, then it turned kind of awkward. Not for you, but for him. It’s kind of sad for you to see Younghoon turning awkward around you, and had lessened his interaction with you. Moreover you started getting close with Jeno, Younghoon stopped talking with you. You then quickly blamed on your friend, Kevin, for being the one who is 100% sure of Younghoon liking you and always assuring you that he’s an awesome guy to date. Kevin probably is the one who started the rumour judging how he’s so obsessed on setting you and Younghoon up.

“Strawberry milk?” Younghoon asked, out of the blue, taking out a bottle of strawberry milk out of his backpack. You turned to look at him, slightly laughing, taking the milk before thanking him. You always drank strawberry milk whenever you’re feeling on a blue mood, how does he know?

“How do you know?” you asked, sipping the strawberry milk. Once the sweet taste dominated your tongue, you let out a sigh of relief as the sweetness just fixed half of your worries attached to you half of the day. Younghoon snickered, continuing to rock his swings, letting his attention roam ahead of him

“I just… knew you said that to Kevin.” Younghoon answered, turning his attention back to you with a smile. Quite a sweet smile he has.

Silence wrapped, like how it was before Younghoon arrived. It seemed like neither you nor Younghoon know what you should talk about. The strawberry milk is a really good mind distractor. You remembered what Younghoon implied to. You were talking with Kevin, a random talk, then it reached to a topic about food de-stressors. Kevin said spicy food, while I said strawberry milk. Then you suppose Younghoon heard you from that conversation. While the silence still wrapped, you just knew that another conversation wouldn’t be needed to be engaged, until Younghoon cleared his throat then you immediately looked at him.

“You’re… heartbroken right?” what Younghoon asked made you stop sipping on the milk. You then paused, not giving him an immediate response of his question. Bold for him to assume that you’re—

“It’s just the way you look at him earlier.” Younghoon continued. Judging from his expression, you could slightly take a hint that Younghoon regretted saying it, then quickly pressed his lips to a thin line and looked forward once more. You just let out a bitter smile, sipping the milk once more

“Some days you just don’t feel like smiling, Younghoon. And that works the same for looking at a certain person.” You answered, still managing to find a proper answer that comes out as an excuse. Though he is not fully right, you just can’t help felt a negative energy strongly building inside of you upon seeing Jeno asking the girl out.

“You’re jealous of them, right?” He assured. You continued rocking your swing set back and forth, placing the half-drunk strawberry milk on the ground. Your lips formed a slight pout. So slight you hope Younghoon didn’t notice.

“Those freaking months he said he was busy, but he asked a girl out once I stopped caring.” You finally confessed, turning to look at Younghoon, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t upset.” Younghoon turned to look at you, scanning your facial features while his feet still slowly rocked his swing.

“You’re being denial.”

You scoffed slightly, running his attention away from him. Nonsense. You’re not heartbroken, moreover being jealous. Why would Younghoon assume such things—

“Who doesn’t fall in love with a person who gives you love and attention for such a long time?” You then heaved out a sigh, finally giving out on Younghoon’s statement. You are being denial, what Younghoon said was true and he had some points. Due to the anger and hatred that engulfs you right now, you just felt that you’re angered by Jeno, but silly you didn’t even ask how your heart felt. If you looked deep down, yes, you are in fact heart broken.

“Look,” Younghoon paused, checking on the time on his phone, before running his attention back to you, “I don’t have much time since my little brother’s alone at home…” Younghoon said, retrieving both his hands to the swing chains, looking at you. The cold wind blows, and it pierced to your skin and bone even more, and you wanted to go home, but Younghoon seemed like he’s dead serious about this, and you should really take this serious too. Who knew his next words may have some points like earlier?

“I don’t know if you’re okay with comforting…” Younghoon said, his eyes wandering to other spots as he slightly bit his bottom lips. Once the boy heaved out a sigh, he looked at you once again.

“You’re… pretty!” Younghoon exclaimed, having your eyes widened in surprise. Upon seeing your shocked expression, Younghoon then immediately proceeded on his words, “You’re awesome, (name). I mean— Yeah, you’re an amazing person. You’re cheerful, and is capable of bringing comfort to your surroundings.” Younghoon paused between his sentence, blowing out some air in nervousness, “You’re also strong. I know you’re hurt deep down, but you managed to keep smiling and to not cry, really, I adore you for having this kind of personality.”

“You’re worth it… and try not to be denial about feeling the pain… it helps you overcome it fast.” Younghoon said, flashing out an awkward grin before throwing his gaze elsewhere to mask his embarrassment upon the ‘lecture’. Though, it might be useful for you at the end.

You can’t help but form your lips into a curve of smile upon hearing the complete sentences he just delivered. The simplest things can make your day and make you smile, and Younghoon’s affirming words really plucked of the thorns punctured to your heart, “Thank you, Younghoon. For thinking so—”

“You’re welcome!” Younghoon said, cutting in mid-sentence. Once realizing he cut off your sentence, he pulled out a surprised expression as well as covering his mouth, slightly bowing his head as an apology. Laughing upon his cute reflect, you pat your shoulders as he let out a cheeky laugh.

“Yeah, I mean I thought I was about to get some negative hours this night, but your words just encouraged me to do otherwise, thank you.” You said, as Younghoon blushed out of nowhere. You laughed at him blushing all so sudden. How cute he is.

“Yeah… just remember. Though you have lots of friends, you can hit me up whenever you need someone to talk to…” Younghoon stuttered, letting his hand scratched the back of his head. You held back both chains before nodding upon hearing that, “Copy that!”

“Anyways,” Younghoon said, looking back to his phone as he showed you the time. It’s running late and Yohan might remember that he has a little brother waiting for his return at home, “Brother’s waiting, gotta run,”

“I see, I’ll be staying here for a moment. You go ahead.” You said, Younghoon smiled before standing up, wiping the dust off of his shirt. Well, he didn’t roll around, so you suppose he only did that to kill time.

“It’s just— remember that lots of people love you, and don’t let a single asshole bring you down,” Younghoon said, flashing out another cheeky smile before walking closer to pat your shoulder, “I’ll be going.” Younghoon waved, started walking away.

You smiled, as you watched your figure walked further and further and eventually disappear from your sight. Come to think of it, even though it’s just a small, simple talk, it really meant a lot to you. Younghoon assuring you that you’re worth it, and how amazing you are as a person, also saying you shouldn’t be denial about it. Feel the heartbreak, but you should immediately stand away from it. Then to the part where he said lots of lots of people love me. It’s true, come to think of it. Jeno is an asshole, that’s final, you won’t change your mind. Despite of that, you’re worth way more than him, his attention that he gave. You’re worth more than the tears, the worry, as well as the negative energy Jeno impacted on you.

You stood up, crouching down to pick the half-drunk strawberry milk as you walked to where your house was. While you walked down the quiet road, you still thought about Younghoon’s words. Until one sentence rang through your head; remember that lots of people love you. It somehow made you sure about something, that you always have been denial about since the assumption was first mentioned;

Kevin might be right about what he is so sure about.

[juyeoniemyhoney]

With You

One thing Jacob does not understand is how you have known him for all of three months, but can read him better than people he's known for years.

-pairing: jacob bae x reader

-genre: fluff, songwriter! jacob, jacob playing volleyball because i think it's the most attractive thing ever

-warnings: none really, jacob has problems with leaning on people when he's down, i also don't know a single thing about songwriting so please don't slander me

-word count: 3937 words

-A/N: a little late for jacob's birthday but it's extra long so hope that makes up for it! hope you enjoy this fanfic! and happy belated birthday to jacob bae! don't forget to check out jacob's mixtape, 'kindle'!

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When one does not get accepted into their university, a normal person would usually start crying, telling themselves over and over again that they are a failure, and probably try their best to appeal to every university they can just so they don't feel like they failed at the one thing they had to do. However, when your university of choice and all of your other back-up applications had failed, there was only one thing on your mind: gap year. You would be lying if you didn't feel sad or defeated or like a failure but it was not like you could go up to the director of Stanford University and beg him to take your poor, wandering soul into his university. The fact that you hadn't cried had surprised most of your friends and your whole family but the only reason why you didn't cry or scream was because the moment you were rejected, you had started planning your trip to Korea.

The decision couldn't have been easier. With all of the money you had saved in the past few years of your life and little bit of help from your reluctant parents, you had planned a year-long, solo trip to South Korea, Seoul. You had left within a week, with three large luggages of clothes and shoes and the largest smile on your face.

In all honesty, you thought that this trip was going to go a lot differently than it has the past three months. You thought that you'd be relaxing and learning Korean and living like a local by yourself. The only real friends you had thought you were going to make were the people from your Korean class. But right now, as you desperately try to drown out the incessant knocking of your door with the hard press of your pillow to your ears, you wished that you had only made friends with your unmeddling, soft-spoken friends from Korean class.

"Y/N!" the voice shouts, somehow beginning to knock louder. You do not deserve this. It is two in the morning. He cannot be actually here right now.

The knocking and shouting continues and you think about the complaints from the neighbours your landlord is going to hear. And it is not like this is the first time this has happened either. In the three months that you have known Jacob and his friends, he has done this thrice already, earning a complain from the neighbours each time. If you get one more complain, you swear your landlord is going to kick you out.

And with that thought, you let out a strangled scream into your pillow. You rip the covers from your body and stomp angrily to the door, not even bothering to put on your bedroom slippers and just allowing the stone cold floor to prickle at your feet. You roughly unlock the door and fling it open and don't even think twice to see if it is Jacob or not. You just grab him by his shirt and drag him into your house, slamming the door behind him.

"Jacob," you grunt more than say, eyes still half closed as you flip the light switch, turning on the bright overhead lights of your apartment, blinding yourself in the process. And true enough, when you can see again, Jacob is smiling down at you, grin somehow even more blinding than your stupid light.

"Play with me," he says, hands fiddling with his volleyball. At the thought of expelling more energy than you already have, you cannot bear to stand, groaning at his suggestion and collapsing onto your couch with a grunt, eyes closing as you pray that Jacob would just disappear at the sight of your unwillingness.

But Jacob, though he is kind and sweet, is a stubborn piece of shit.

"Come on," he urges you. He places the ball between his thighs so that his hands are free, proceeding to take your wrists in both his hands as he tries to lift up your limp body. "Just a little while, please," he continues to plead. You resist, relaxing your muscles so that it is harder for him to lift you up. You snicker in your head, thinking that your trick will make it impossible for Jacob to even move you. But you underestimate his strength for before you know it, with a hard tug from Jacob, you are lifted from the comfortable couch and onto your feet, falling forward and into Jacob.

A strangled squeal leaves your lips as you desperately claw at anything near you in case you fall but Jacob catches you by your waist with a hearty laugh.

"Jacob!" you scold with a slap to his shoulder, "that scared me!"

His laugh only gets louder as he turns you around by your waist, your back facing him, as he pushes you forward gently, walking you in the way of your bathroom, saying, "You're already up so let's go play!"

Begrudgingly, you allow Jacob to direct you, knowing that you will have to surrender to his desires, or suffer forever. So, he pushes you into your bathroom, switching on the lights as you start to brush your teeth and wash your face. Sometimes you wonder what goes through Jacob's mind because instead of going back outside and sitting on the couch or on the many other chairs in your house like a normal person, he chooses to close the lid of your toilet bowl and wait for you in the bathroom instead. Bear in mind that your bathroom is not particularly big and Jacob is not particularly small so when you take a step back, Jacob's legs hit the the back of your knees, nearly causing you to fall backwards.

"Jacob," you say once you rid your mouth of the mint dentifrice. He hums. "Why can't you wait outside?"

"I'm already sitting here."

"Okay then, help me grab a coat, please. It's cold outside, right?"

"Which one?"

"Any one," you reply. And with that, Jacob silently leaves you alone in your bathroom to help you get your coat like the kind-hearted, obedient person he is. At first, his unadulterated kindness had shocked you. You never knew someone so outwardly and innocently kind could ever exist. But soon enough, you came to realise, that's just how Jacob is and has always been.

You met Jacob on the very first day you came to Korea. Thirty minutes after you touched down, in fact. He had offered you help at the baggage claim, asking you if you needed help lifting your three large and not to mention, heavy suitcases onto your trolley. Despite your initial suspicion about whether he was going to run off with your luggage or if he was going to knock you out and drag you to some cult, you had agreed to his offer. And thank the Lord, all he did was help you with your suitcases and run off to rejoin his large group of friends.

You'd met him again at the Han River a few days later. He was playing basketball with the same group of friends and you were taking a late night stroll. When you had recognised him, you went up to thank him again for the help that he rendered you and somehow, at the end of the night, or because it was nearing four in the morning, you had ended up adding your number into his phone and found yourself becoming good friends with Jacob.

Though you found your friendship with Jacob quite uncanny at first, you suppose it was good that you became friends with him. If not, you think you would have gone crazy two months in. You found him to be your only confidant and he was really the only person you could trust in the whole of Korea. And you suppose you're really thankful that you have him. After all, he's always been so sweet to you, always helping when he can and apologising with surprise gifts and meals when he can't. He was your main source of happiness in the past three months and you wouldn't trade the world for him.

So, who were you to deny him of a few minutes, maybe an hour of volleyball when you are the only one he knows who can play properly?

With the thought of all the times Jacob has helped you through your hard times, you rid your mind of all the frustrated, lethargic thoughts that curse Jacob for always asking you to play late in the night, and wash the exhaustion from your face as Jacob reemerges from your bedroom with a coat in his hands.

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The walk to the Han River is mostly silent. It is not too far from your house, about a five minute walk to the basketball court the two of you usually play at. It did not use to be a comfortable silence, it used to be awkward, like the two of you were desperate to make small talk. But now, you allow the silence to engulf you because you are knowledgable and sharp enough to have realised that if Jacob wants to play volleyball, he is having a hard time with his job.

It was a month into your friendship that you had found out Jacob is a songwriter. You suppose you shouldn't have been surprised, but you were. You had always just assumed that Jacob was a sportsperson, that his profession had something to do with sports. He is so good at volleyball and sometimes, when you were waiting for Jacob to finish his basketball game with his friends, you would watch him play and he is good at basketball too. So when he had told you that he has been writing songs for almost five years, you were amazed. Not only is he good at sports but he is also talented artistically, and talented at one of the hardest arts at that. Though it is common, music is one of the most confusing things you have ever come across and to have learned it at the level that Jacob has; you were beyond impressed.

But you suppose that though he is talented, all jobs, no matter how much you love it, comes with its down sides. He's never really told you what he's gone through when he asks you to play, and you don't want to pry though you are curious. So, you render the help you can, by letting him beat the hell out of the volleyball as you try your best to receive and hit it back to him. I mean, you've only known him three months after all, not enough time to have known you to tell you his life problems.

When the two of you reach the basketball court, it is empty and a little dark, as it usually is. And then, like it is routine, once your eyes meet Jacob's, he throws the ball to you and you start to play in silence. It is a cycle. You bump the ball back to him. Then, he tosses it back to you. And you hit it back to him. And it continues like this in silence.

At first, it is shaky. The ball drops a few times because the two of you have not warmed up yet. But once you get the flow, it gets smoother, easier to hit back, and you relax and enjoy the feeling of being able to play volleyball, to at least have control over this because you don't have much control over everything else in your life.

After a while, Jacob begins to hit harder, begins to test your skills and your reaction time. You can take it. You didn't endure four years of volleyball for nothing. But you (and apparently Jacob) forgets that when he lived in Canada, he played two years more than you and he was also the MVP one of the years, and he begins to hit the ball at you at an insane speed. You try to receive it of course, but one particular spike has you falling backwards onto your back with a grunt.

When Jacob realises what he's done, he is beside you in an instant, apologies spilling from his lips faster than he can compute.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" he fusses over you, hands fumbling all over, not knowing how to help you or where would be okay to touch you. His eyes are wide and panicked, and his reaction makes you burst out laughing. Your head hurts a little and your ass hurts like a bitch but Jacob fussing over you like you just broke your spine is quite frankly hilarious and you can't help but laugh at him.

"W-what? Don't laugh!" he scolds you, finally calming down enough to slide his arms under your legs and your shoulders. He lifts you up with ease and tries you carry you over to a nearby bench or something but they're all occupied by other people. So, Jacob kind of just ends up standing at the edge of the court with you in his arms, not knowing what to do.

"Jacob just put me down," you say with a laugh. Your heart squeezes with a foreign fondness when Jacob refuses, and only clutches you closer to his chest.

"Let's go back to yours," he finally decides, walking over to his abandoned volleyball and crouching down low enough for you to reach down and grab it. You do not deny his suggestion because, as selfish as it sounds, you're tired as hell and just want to shower and sleep for the next twenty-four hours. And you want Jacob to rest too anyway.

"Jacob," you say as he carries you back home. You wonder how his arms aren't tired. "Come on, Jacob, piggyback me instead. Aren't your hands tired?"

And so, Jacob ends up piggybacking you home.

Like the walk to the Han River, the walk back home is silent too. You know that Jacob is beating himself up for hurting you and venting his anger out on you. He is just that type of person. He is sweet and caring and gentle, and always prioritises others instead of himself. In a way, it is selfish of him. Because he never allows anyone, or well, you, to care for him. It is always him helping you, always him taking care of you as if you're some kind of baby who needs him to care for you twenty-four seven. And maybe you do need a certain amount of care, but doesn't Jacob need care too?

But Jacob has always limited himself when it comes to you. You've seen him with his friends before. He's more outgoing and far more comfortable with them. But with you, he keeps behind a line he has drawn, keeps you at a distance when you try to get to know him better. Any time you try to get to know more about him or try to share more about your personal life, Jacob easily and almost immediately diverts the conversation to something else entirely, almost like he is afraid of knowing you, and of you knowing him. You've been trying to break past these boundaries Jacob has set up for a while now. And you've found out enough to know that he won't do it himself, not without a heck load of coaxing from you at least.

"Are you okay?" you finally decide to ask. The question is simple and not in the least bit prying. But you supposed Jacob knows you as well as you know him. And you know he understands the deep undertones of your question when he tenses beneath you.

To your surprise, Jacob answers the question, albeit a bit begrudgingly.

"My songs were rejected again. It took them a few seconds to tell me that they were all bad. And maybe they were, but I worked so hard on them that when they told me to rewrite them and make new songs, my heart broke a little. And if the artist didn't like them, I could just release the song under my name. I would be happy to. But my company has different plans. So, now I have to rewrite or come up with three more songs. Like it's as easy as changing a pair of socks," he blurts out angrily and you can feel the grip he has on your legs tighten in frustration.

"And it's not like this is the first time either. So I don't know why I'm still so affected by it. But I do know! And it's because I worked so hard! And I just want them to see it! It's so frustrating that sometimes I wonder why I decided to write stupid songs. If I had just decided to play volleyball professionally, I'm sure I'd be much happier. But here I am, suffering. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just quit, honestly," Jacob continues to rant. And your heart absolutely breaks. Has he been holding this in for the five years that he has been writing songs? Has he at least told his friends? Has he been feeling this way for a long time? Question after question bombards your thoughts, but the one thing you really want to do right now is run over to his company and turn it upside down for making your sweet, caring, gentle Jacob angry.

"Jacob," you say, tapping Jacob on his shoulder. "Jacob, put me down, right now," you demand in your most commanding voice possible.

"Why?" he asks but listens anyway, lowering himself until your feet reach the ground. And it absolutely hurts to stand up. Your tailbone is definitely somewhat bruised and your ankle might be in a little shock. But you don't care. When you are on the ground, you circle Jacob so that you're in front of him, before shoving the ball into his chest. Though he is confused, frowning at you like you had just started screaming for no reason, he takes the ball from your hands. Then, you quickly but gently cup Jacob's face between your hands and pull him down so that he is eye level with you.

"Jacob Bae," you say sternly. And he looks absolutely adorable, cheeks squished between your palms so much so that it makes his lips pucker ever so slightly. You would have taken this opportunity to place a little peck on his lips if this were any other situation, but Jacob is hurting and you need his stupidly bright smile back more than anything.

"What's with all this negativity? Why are you a songwriter?"

"Because I liked—"

"—Because you love to write songs, right?" you interrupt, eyes staring straight into his. You've never noticed how much of a deep brown his eyes are and somehow, the colour reminds you of a fantasy forest, they way with which they twinkle under the lamppost's illumination, like fireflies and with the deep dark oak of his irises, like tree trunks.

"Well yes," he agrees and he appears to open his mouth to say more but before he can, you cut him off.

"And it's worth it, right?" you question him again. "If you love it, it's worth it if you get rejected a million times, right?"

At this, Jacob is silent. Because is it really worth it? He doesn't know.

"You know it's worth it," you add, "because if it wasn't worth it, you would have given up years ago.".

When you say this, Jacob's face drops, his shoulders relax and his gaze drops to the ground. Somehow, you have a really bad feeling stirring your stomach; that you had said too much, that you had overstepped your boundary, pushed him too much to his breaking point and now your friendship will cease to exist. But your doubt, this overwhelming, horrible sense of doubt that seems to weigh a thousand pounds is immediately lifted from your body when Jacob starts to laugh.

Admittedly, you feel a little scared still. Because what if this is a sarcastic laugh, what if he's about to shout and scream at you for your stripping words, and now he feels bare and seen, and he doesn't like that he is?

"Can I kiss you?"

You are nodding before the words can register in your head. You gulp when Jacob drops the ball between the two of you to mirror your actions, holding your face in both his palms, thumb rubbing at your cheek, possibly contemplating if he should actually kiss you. But it doesn't matter because he does it anyway, swift and quick, like he is desperate like he really needs this right now, needs your lips on his.

When his warm lips meet yours, sweet and gentle, your insides explode like fireworks. A furious blush tints your cheeks and ears red, and you are more than positive that Jacob can feel the way with which your cheeks heat up the instant his lips meet yours. Your hands that are still cradling his cheeks move to lock behind his neck and pull him closer, and when Jacob tilts his head to deepen the kiss, you feel like you're floating.

When Jacob pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours and begins to laugh softly. And Jacob's laugh is so contagious that you can't help but grin.

"How is it that I've known you for three months and yet you can read me better than people I've known for years?" he asks. You don't really know how to answer if you're being honest. You just... do. But you suppose you don't really have to when Jacob leans down further, resting his head on your shoulder and sliding his arms around your waist so that you are hugging.

"It wasn't that hard," you say anyway, hand moving from behind his neck to pat his head. "I've always been good at reading people. What was really hard was getting you to tell me what was wrong," you tease.

Jacob laughs into your neck and a whole garden blooms in your chest and your gut, the sound and feeling as refreshing as a spring breeze.

"I know. Sorry, I'm just..." he trails off, trying to find the right word to end his sentence.

"Too used to taking care of other people and not having other people care about you in return?" you offer and Jacob laughs again, and again, your heart blooms like a flower in spring.

"How can you finish my sentences so well too?" he wonders aloud, hands tightening around your waist. You laugh at this, pulling away from the hug so that you can look at Jacob and say in a whisper, "It's because I'm your other half.".

Jacob knows you are joking, knows that you don't actually mean it. But in that moment, when his hands are around your waist and your hands play idly with the hair at the nape of his neck, as he is looking into your eyes and you are looking into his, he doesn't doubt it for a second; that you are his supposed second half, that you are his soulmate. And maybe it is too early to say that, maybe you two still have a long way to go in terms of your relationship, but one thing is certain, you had entered Jacob's life like a miracle from the heavens and like you had said, if he loves something enough, it's worth everything he has to go through. And though it is too early to say, something in Jacob, something deep down inside of him, knows that he can love you. And he's most certainly going to try.

[virgoslore]

But silence continued in the layers of the earth, and this density that I could feel at my shoulders continued harmonious, sustained, unaltered through eternity. I lay there pondering my situation, lost in the desert, and in danger, naked between sky and sand and stars, withdrawn by too much silence from the poles of my life.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

[stuck-in1]

A Stolen Glance

I've liked him since God knows when, and I feel that he likes me too... he does, right?

Lee Juyeon x OC | Drabbles | Oneshot

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Juyeon… his name just gives me goose bumps, but in a good way. I have nothing but dislike for this guy, yet, as time passes, these feelings have changed to something of the opposite.

When we were younger, he would always make fun of me, which made me loathe him, but now, I somehow wish that he’d still do that, as I’m looking forward to the attention.

“Hey Mina, I missed Calc earlier. Could I borrow your notes?” he approached one Monday, and I gladly gave him my notes, no further questions asked.

“Thanks, I can really rely on you.”

Now I’m blushing again. Good thing he’s no longer here and he wouldn’t see how smitten I was. Nobody knew that I’ve been crushing on him since God knows when, well except for Sunwoo. Hell if I know it would end this way. Oh this pathetic one sided crush, the hate that turned into admiration. Seriously, I think I might even be in love with him.

We have been classmates since the fifth grade and each time I catch him staring at me, I would quickly stick my tongue out or probably give him childish threats and he’d just laugh. And now, I’m actually longing for those stares and the exchange that comes after.

How I’m moving on from this, I did not know.

Things are different now that we’re in high school, he ended up as one of the popular kids in our year, I, on the other hand was like a commoner.

“Why won’t you just tell him?” Sunwoo asked me as we were walking to the staff room of the school paper. “You are very good with words, I’m just not sure why you’re suddenly at lost for words when it comes to Lee Juyeon. I don’t think that there’s anything special in him anyway.”

“You don’t understand.” Neither did I, actually. Sunwoo was right with one thing though, I don’t know what the fuss is with him, but I’m infatuated, unfortunately. “You’re just as bad as Hyun Ji.” Oh yeah, Hyun Ji’s is my cousin, she’s the popular one.

Before I can come inside the room, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was a bit stunned when I looked at the person who did, it was him! “Mina… Can I talk to you… alone?” I signaled for Sunwoo to go in without me.

“Be quick, you know the meeting won’t start without you.”

“I know.” I waved my hand dismissively. This is one of the moments where I hate being the editor-in-chief for our school paper.

I followed Juyeon meekly, and when we were completely isolated, I prompted. “Well?”

“Uh… yeah. This may seem awkward…”

My heart was beating faster now, is he going to confess? Is he going to tell me that he has been admiring me since before? I’m out of air.

“Yes?” I calmly asked.

“Well… you see…”

“Just say it.” I couldn’t hold on the suspense any longer.

“Okay… here goes. Can you…”

“Yes.” I blurted.

“You’re agreeing? I didn’t even say anything yet!”

I laughed at my stupidity, “Sorry! What is it.”

“Thank you.” He handed me a piece of folded paper, “can you pass this on to Hyun Ji? I really wanted to ask her out.”

A letter. I was dumbfounded, I think my mouth have been hanging open.

“Please tell her that I’ll wait for her call. Thank you, Mina, you’re the best!” He gave me a quick hug then he left, not before giving me the most adorable smile. I hope he can’t hear my heart breaking right at this exact moment.

My feet were glued to the ground, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because of my delusions! Oh well, Juyeon – 1, Mina – 0.

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[cobiehaven]

pairing; sunwoo x reader word count; 245 tag/warnings; gn!reader, vampire!sunwoo, inspired by twilight. networks; @destinyverse @ficscafe @ultkpopnetwork

[ 10:56 pm ] “sunwoo, i’m ready.” your touch was soft against his, eyes filled with nothing but compassion and desire. the night had come, you wanted this. you wanted to be with him, the one you loved. forever.

your arms wrapped around his neck while his own wrapped around your waist. both of you couldn’t keep away from each other, the want and need for each other was reeling the both of you in. almost as if there was nothing else in the world that could make the both of you happier. “ready?” he asked, as if he was unsure. you nodded, “i want it.” your words only made him chuckle. “y/n.. you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” he looked away for a brief second before turning back to you, his tongue swiping over his thick lips in habit. “once i turn you.. you cant go back. you’ll be stuck like this, like a monster.” his voice cracked as a hurtful tone shadowed behind his collected expression.

you could feel the pain as if the both of you were one. before you knew it, your hand reached up to caress his cheek. his cold and pale skin contrasted against your warm one.

looking him in the eyes, you wanted to let him know that you would do anything if it meant getting to be with him like this for longer than what your human life could offer. “never have i ever thought of you as a monster,”

© cobiehaven 2023

[asociallyawkwardteen]

The Comfort Character AU

What is the Comfort Character AU? An alternative universe in which you get asigned a comfort character at a suitable age who is there for you in times of heart ship and desperation. 

How does it even work? Nobody really knows how it works and the members of society that do know are sworn to secrecy. Everybody knows it exist yet it’s not a topic people like to talk about. Sure there are the clasic school gossips about it but teachers were sutting that down quickly as well. They know how important the system is and they don’t want it to get messy through some toughtless teenagers. 

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Okay so I had this idea for a while now and I really want to finally write it down, there are going to be small drabbles of kpop idols being your real life comfort character and helping you through hard times. (Kpop has helped me through so much and just knowing what power some fan fictions hold made me want to maybe help some of you through hard times <3)

You can give me a idol and the struggles/a situation you would like me to write it about and I will gladly write you an imagine with it! (I could also make them more personalized for you if that’s something you would like)

Have a good day guys!!~

PS. There will be a masterlist once I have a few of these out ^^’

[rainingspellforlove]

Present.

Bbangmil's drabbles. Inspired by younghoon's birthday♡ and slight junew!

Here's my 1 hour writings, i just woke up today and this idea came out in my mind and i quickly made it into a drabble. And finally i made a bbangmil fic! one of my fav ship🥺❤ they are just too cute for each other😭 enjoy this makeout session of bbangmil after the bday party lmaoo not 18+ ! but a lil bit. JUST A LIL BIT HAHA

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Today is younghoon's birthday. the big baby is turning 24 this year. So the members already prepared the surprises and the bday cake as well. But it's too sad bcs younghoon gonna leave early tomorrow morning for his drama so the members will celebrate it earlier.

They finally celebrate it together in 10pm before midnight bcs younghoon need a good sleep to prepare his drama shooting. As always, they're so loud while surprising younghoon. Younghoon seems to be expected it as well but he's beyond happy.

Then while holding the cake younghoon said so much thankyous to the members and his wishes. They play with the cake's cream playfully to each other. And hyunjae is younghoon's target.

"Im gonna put the cream into your face like a santa!!"

"Fine fine as you wish bday boy" hyunjae smiled and lean his face to younghoon.

Younghoon smiled happily like a puppy while putting the cream cake into hyunjae's chin and hyunjae looked like a santa with white beard.

"Look at you sweetie!! You're like a grandpa! Hahahaha!!" Younghoon looks so happy and laughing his ass off.

Hyunjae just smiled while looking at the bday boy and strokes his hair

"I'll get my revenge later!" say hyunjae while pinching his boyfriend's cheek.

The other members still playing along with the cream as well. There's sunwoo who chased chanhee. Juyeon who laughs at them. There's sangyeon and jacob just shaking their head looking at the others. Younghoon's bday night is a whole success!

After cleaning up the mess they made, the members go to sleep rightaway. While hyunjae is about to sleep, he hears slow steps walking towards his room. Hyunjae thinks maybe it's haknyeon bcs he's not here yet then he takes his phone and scrolling the sns. Suddenly the door opens, hyunjae still on his phone

"Oh haknyeona, did you just eat again in this hour? Is there anything to eat in the fridge tho?"

Silent for a moment, hyunjae realizes there's no answer.

"Haknyeona, answer me-" say hyunjae while getting up from the bed and see that it's not haknyeon standing there.

there, a big baby standing in front of the door holding a pochacco plushie, and keep staring at hyunjae with puppy eyes. The bday boy is here.

"i-i told haknyeon to switch room just this night.." say younghoon carefully.

Hyunjae just smiled looking at his adorable boyfriend in front of him.

"Dont just standing there, come here" say hyunjae with his warmest smile as ever

Then younghoon walks cutely through the room and gets into hyunjae's side. Younghoon just snuggles into hyunjae while holding his plushie in hyunjae's bed.

"You big baby, is this how you ask me to give you a present?"

"i just want to spend more time with you bcs tomorrow i'll be gone for a while"

Hyunjae pulls younghoon closer as he strokes his hair softly.

"there there my big baby, we're the same age but you're way cuter than me"

"im not cute." say younghoon while looking up to see hyunjae's eyes and pouting

"look. this is how cute you are. you didnt realize yourself that you're this cute. My cute baby"

"fine im a baby. just for you." say younghoon shyly and snuggles his head more in hyunjae's chest

Hyunjae chuckles seeing how adorable his boyfriend is.

hyunjae hugs him tighter and so does younghoon. They stay like that for a while.

Until hyunjae is about going to dreamland, younghoon suddenly loosen up their hugs and look up into hyunjae's face. Hyunjae is startled for a bit while staring at the younger's face.

"oh what's wrong baby? Cant sleep?"

"No.."

"So what is it? Is it cold?"

"No.."

"then wh-"

"i want an early present"

"early present? From me?"

"uhm. A present" younghoon nods while saying present eagerly.

"right now?"

Younghoon nods again

At first, hyunjae didnt get what is his boyfriend wants. He didnt buy anything from him yet, what should he give at this hour- ah- wait- okay. Then he got what younghoon means.

"Oh" hyunjae comes into realization

Younghoon looks up into his boyfriend's feature waiting something what his boyfriend gonna give. Ofcourse he wants present. PRESENT okay. Present for another mean is yes younghoon wants hyunjae.

hyunjae cant help but smiling.

Hyunjae leans in closer to younghoon's face until they're just 1 inch apart face to face.

"you always can tell me that you want me that bad" hyunjae teased

Younghoon just smiles shyly

"kiss me quick." finally younghoon pleads..

Without any answers, hyunjae pulls younghoon's neck closer to his and plants a chaste kiss into younghoon's lips. younghoon's hand goes to hyunjae's waist and pulling him closer as hyunjae kisses him deeply. hyunjae miss how younghoon's lips taste like. it's always been soft and melted in his lips as he kissed. hyunjae gives younghoon open mouth kisses in his lips as younghoon lets him in. tongue to tongue tied with each other as hyunjae kisses him deeper. Younghoon feels the best joy while hyunjae puts the best kiss he ever feels. younghoon moves along as hyunjae leads the kiss. they kissed more deeper and deeper until younghoon was out of breath and pulls away, while there's a saliva string between them. hyunjae moves a bit closer and lick all of them.

younghoon pants a little bit after their hot kisses, and hyunjae just smiled seeing his baby got hot after the kiss.

"want more?" teased hyunjae softly

"i-if you dont mind"

"ofcourse not but lets change position" hyunjae flips the position so he's above younghoon right now. younghoon seems a bit surprised while holding his plushie tighter.

"Mr. Pochacco, you need to leave for a while" say hyunjae while taking the plushie and puts it on the bed side.

"you are beautiful younghoona, happy birthday.. here's your early present from me"

Hyunjae leans in and puts a hot open kisses for younghoon again but way hotter. Hyunjae kisses younghoon's lips like there is no tomorrow. he gives the open mouth kisses again and gets into younghoon's mouth as he explores into younghoon's. Tongues tied again. Their sound of their clasped lips is louder than the clocks ticks. hyunjae gives deeper kisses as long as younghoon pulls him closer while circles his hand into hyunjae, he holds hyunjae's hair for dear life.

hyunjae pulls out from younghoon's lips and continue to put wet kisses in all of younghoon's face. He moves along through his jaw, his cheek, then he kisses younghoon's ear and licks it.

he wishpered "im not going further than this, you have a work to do tomorrow, okay"

younghoon just gulped and holding into hyunjae's body tighter.

hyunjae continues his work. He moves his kisses into the neck carefully not to make a mark on it bcs he still needs to shoot drama tomorrow morning. He just plants wet kisses through younghoon's pretty neck line then to his shoulder.

Younghoon initially wear pajamas that has buttons on it so hyunjae can easily opens his shirt while kissing him. Yes younghoon has been prepared for these kind of things.

And true, hyunjae slowly undone his shirt 's button one by one while kissing younghoon's shoulder softly.

Finishing undone all the buttons, hyunjae moves again to explore younghoon's body and plants wet kisses all over it. Then hyunjae suddenly stops.

"Do you have half naked scene tomorrow?"

"ehm i think.. no.."

"Okay then, then im marking you here"

hyunjae continues his work as he kisses younghoon's chest and puts some pink marks all over his body. younghoon didnt expect hyunjae will be this wild. So he's a bit startled by hyunjae's doings. Younghoon puts his hand in the bed after hyunjae moves along in his body freely giving him wet kisses and pink marks there. younghoon finally got to hold his pochacco plushie and holds it tighter as hyunjae marks him wildly. he keeps silent restricting his voices bcs he's scared the other members will hear these kind of moments happening right now. Younghoon just lets out his small moans but not too loud as hyunjae's trailing him with bites and wet licks.

Hyunjae moves up again into younghoon's face and cup his face with his hand. His thumb carressing younghoon's fluffy white cheek.

"Do you like it? my present? Is it good?"

Younghoon smiled and puts his hands into hyunjae's neck

"thankyou this is beyond amazing" they both smiled and chuckles for awhile.. until hyunjae puts a soft kiss to younghoon's nose. Hyunjae buttons up again younghoon's pajamas while looking at his beautiful art he made in younghoon's body. The pinkish marks is all over the baby's white milky skin. Hyunjae is satisfied and smiled while younghoon pouts as he sees hyunjae buttons up his pajamas.

"you really eat me up alive, happy?"

"it's what you asked though? You're happy anyway" hyunjae smiled while hugging his boyfriend closer

Younghoon didnt answer bcs yes he's too happy right now. And he just smiled shyly and hides into hyunjae's chest.

"Aw poor baby got shy. Next time after your drama ends, i'll give you more"

Younghoon just hugging him closer as he gets shy but he's silently nods...

"night baby. Lastly, happy birthday. Sweet dreams" say hyunjae while kissing younghoon's forehead.

They finally enter the dreamland after the hot makeout session while hugging each other tightly.

little that they know, there's the other members watching them from the little space of the door. Turned out younghoon didnt close it right so it gives little space to the members to see what happened inside.

"wah i never knew hyunjae hyung was that wild" juyeon said in disbelief

"nah it's always been like that, but he just showed it to younghoonie hyung tho" say chanhee

"what did i just see though....." say sunwoo

"i told you that you should sleep why coming here you idiot" say haknyeon

"but you say there will be somthing hot comin up after you switch with younghoonie hyung then i got so curious so..." say sunwoo

"kids lets sleep it's all over. we must get back so they wont notice us haha come one quick go back to your rooms" say kevin

Then juyeon wishpered into chanhee's ear while hugging him from the back.

"should we?"

"we what?" chanhee turned his head to juyeon who leans his head on chanhee'a shoulder

"doing it like them?"

"next time, honey" as chanhee holds juyeon's chin and kisses him quick

"but i want it so baaaad too" juyeon hugs chanhee even tighter.

"NOT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD PLS GET A ROOM" sunwoo said to them disgustedly

Chanhee just laughs as he holds into juyeon's arm in his waist while juyeon just smiled on chanhee's shoulder.

"lets make it quick, make eric sleeps in another room then" finally chanhee changes his mind

Juyeon smiled widely and kissed chanhee's cheek quick. Juyeon runs to eric telling him to move and finally juyeon goes back and quickly snuggling into chanhee.

Meanwhile in sunwoo's room :

"lovesicks everywheree and im sickkkkk" while he puts the pillow above his head frustatedly.

-end

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bonus clip :

when younghoon puts the cream all over hyunjae's chin.

[mae-gi-writes]

Ways To Love: Sangyeon

“Love is not only the rainbows and the butterflies. It’s being there during the pain, the insecurity and the sadness that comes with it. Love is allowing someone else to lean on you during all that.” 

Read more of the ‘Ways To Love’ Series:

Sangyeon  | Jacob | Younghoon | Hyunjae| Juyeon |  Kevin | Changmin | Chanhee | Ju Haknyeon | Sunwoo | Eric

Another day. Another failed interview. Another rejection.

You trudge up the stairs to your flat, each footstep getting heavier than the next as you feel the weight of responsibilities sink down upon your shoulders, an anchor holding you in place so that you can’t even swim to the surface even if you want to.

These days, you can’t seem to empty your head from the multitudes of thoughts that swarm around you like bees ready to sting. The fear of failure and the dread of not finding work makes its way around your throat in the form of hot, choked back tears as you fumble to find your keys. 

You should’ve known that pursuing an Art degree wouldn’t get you anywhere. Should’ve listened to your father as he berated on the waste of money he’d spend on your education instead of standing your ground like the stubborn mule you are.

But it’s too late now, and while you wish you could turn back time, there’s really no way out of this hellhole you’ve dug yourself into.

Once you manage to get yourself inside, the first thing you see is a mop of dark hair suddenly popping up from the couch and instantly, all the pent-up frustration rushes out of you. 

“Sangyeon,” is the only thing that makes it out of your mouth, barely above a whisper. 

Before you explode into a fit of uncontrollable sobs. 

Arms come to embrace you, a cheek presses against yours while you slide to the ground, unable to keep yourself up any longer from the sudden overload of inner frustration and sadness and self-doubt. You can’t do anything but cry into the soft material of Sangyeon’s sweater, his comforting energy only aiding to intensify your sobs. 

“Hey hey,” Sangyeon’s soft alto echoes through your ear. He rocks you from side to side, and you feel his lips pressing a kiss to your temple, “it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.” 

“I can’t–” your words come out jumbled and messy, coated with hiccups, “I can’t–do this–Sangyeon. This–It’s too…hard. I–I’m–such a,” you let out a whimper,”–a l-loser.”

“No you’re not, Y/N,” Sangyeon replies firmly, “you’re not a loser.” 

The tears won’t stop dribbling down your face no matter how much you try to reign in your emotions and Sangyeon’s arms aren’t helping in the least, acting like a safe haven where you can just bury yourself and let out everything that your heart has been carrying. And so you cry.

And you cry. And you keep crying. 

Until your eyes are red and your nose is stuffed and you can’t even breathe anymore, just taking in air in little gasps. 

It’s at that particular moment that your boyfriend finally pulls back, hands cradling your face even though you were pretty sure you looked disgusting – what with snot dribbling down your chin and your eyes puffing out like a goldfish – before he murmurs out in a cajoling tone: 

“Since when have you been holding this in?” his eyes search yours, as gentle as a doe’s, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you shrug and allow your gaze to wander to his sweater as you know that looking into his eyes will only make you burst into another fit of tears. 

“Y/N,” his thumb caresses your cheek to wipe at the tears before tilting your head up so that you have no other choice but to look at him, look at the concerned furrow of his eyebrows kissing at the centre and the way his lips are pushed into a tense line that seems disapproving. 

You can feel your lower lip tremble. Sangyeon must’ve seen it too, for he brings his lips to your forehead to drop a feather light kiss there.

"It’s totally normal for you to be struggling,” as he speaks, his hands find yours so that he can give them a gentle squeeze, “you’re not a failure, not if you can’t get a job, and not if you get a job that’s not what you originally wanted.” 

 You frown and are about to refute his words when he cuts you off.

“These things, good things like a stable career or just a stable income, these things take time. You can’t compare yourself to your million other friends already working nine to five for Corporates. They���re working like slaves, Y/N. And for what? Well, nobody knows. But you, you’re working towards what you want. Doesn’t matter how long it takes. The thing is, you’re brave, Y/N. You’re brave for walking a path that’s full of thorns.”

His words seem to calm you down somewhat like a pacifier, partnered with the gentle hum of his alto. Your eyes finally flicker up to meet his, only to be faced with admiration and truth, honest sincerity shining from the depth of his dark maroon swirls, and your heart melts inside your chest at the warmth radiating from this human being.

You bite your lip, look away, “I’m not…I’m not brave.” 

Sangyeon’s hand cups your chin, tilts it up to his face, “you need to stop underestimating yourself, Y/N. Just the fact that you decided to pursue something you loved is brave of you.”

“Let’s face it though,” a broken chuckle escapes your lips, “that’s not going to amount to anything.” 

“So what? Do we all have to have successful careers to say that we’re having a successful life? The question is: do you want to be successful in life? Or do you want to have a successful life?” his eyes follow yours, open and understanding, yet firm with affection for you, “that’s the question you should be asking yourself.” 

His words hit a string within your chest that pulls you out of the whirling mess of entangled messy thoughts that has been haunting your mind these past few days. 

There’s no right or wrong in this answer. But it’s definitely not the financial stability that you’re after. 

No, it’s the satisfaction that you’re doing something you love, something that’s worthwhile, and something that completes you even though it doesn’t bring you as much money as you’d want to.

That’s what you want. To live without regret. 

A rush of gratefulness swoops in, warming your heart as your arms instinctively tighten around his waist. You snuggle close to his chest, press a kiss at the underside of his jaw while mumbling out a soft, “thank you,” between small hiccups.

“Don’t thank me, stupid girl,” his hand gently smoothes over the side of your head. Then, cupping your face in his hand and tilting it up so that your eyes met, he broke into a tender smile, “I’m only telling the truth.” 

You don’t say anything, partly because you don’t know what to say really. Instead, you just bury your nose into his chest, taking this chance to inhale in his soft masculine scent. It’s warm, it’s comfortable, it makes you feel like nothing bad can happen to you in this world. 

“Love you,” you mumble.

His chuckle rumbles through his chest. He swoops down to drop a kiss to your forehead, “love you too. Now stop crying okay? I hate it when you cry for nothing.” 

“it’s not for nothing.”

“It is, to me. You’re so talented, Y/N. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” 

[roseytbzfairytale]

-7- j͟u͟s͟t͟ a͟n͟o͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ s͟a͟t͟u͟r͟d͟a͟y͟

another saturday that made you get up, change into some presentable clothes and tie your messy hair up. you forgot which day it was exactly, all you knew it was the fourth saturday since he left.

You walked all the way, you needed some fresh air as your lungs didn't seem to be able to breathe deeply enough.

You placed down the flowers, this time red roses, the ones he would give you every valentine you'd spent together.

The small letter that you wrote to him some time ago, withering now with the rain and sunshine still read its poem:

"so whenever i see airplanes in the sky,

i'll think of you and your smile.

knowing you're up there now,

as a star on your own.

and with everything you were,

you must've found your happiness up there.

finally becoming the star,

you have been all along. "

[h0pela]

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☆   ❛ BLOOM ❜ - Yang Jeongin (skz)

Genre: Neighbor!au  ; students!au ; highschool!au ; tutoring!au ; fluff ; friends to lovers 

Summary: Where Yn and Jeongin are neighbors and they went to the same school. Yn have some difficulties in science class so she needs to have a tutor who is, Jeongin. And feelings are going to blooming.

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