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wh1spyz · 24 days

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✩࿐࿔ eyes on you - eunseok one shot

genre: academic rivals, enemies to friends pairing: eunseok x reader

Eunseok is known for being one of the smartest and most perfect students at the country’s top university. He had never found anyone who could challenge his position until you arrived at the university as the new student. With an impeccable academic record, you quickly became his only rival.

From the very first day Eunseok met you, he saw you as a threat, and although he was friendly with everyone else, he hardly ever spoke to you. He basically acted like you didn’t exist. You always thought it was because he didn’t want to accept that there was someone who could compete with him.

At first, it could be said that it was only a rivalry over academic grades, but this rivalry grew over time, adding in popularity, achievements, awards in competitions, and so on. Tensions were rising as the school year progressed, and everyone in your class could feel it.

It was exam season. You usually studied in your room, but your roommate had invited some friends over for a few days, making it impossible for you to concentrate there. After trying several cafés to study, you decided that the best option might be to go to the university library. You had been avoiding it all this time because you knew exactly who always studied there: Eunseok.

You looked around for a place to sit, but since it was exam season, the place was completely full. You walked through the aisles to see if there was any empty seat towards the back, and finally, you found a spot where no one was sitting. You walked as fast as you could so no one would take the seat, and when you got there, you sat down quickly.

You sighed in relief, but when you looked up, you were completely stunned. Eunseok was sitting right in front of you, looking at his computer while trying to solve some exercises in his notebook. Eunseok raised his head, making eye contact with you.

“Well, well, what’s y/n doing here? I thought you could only study in your room,” Eunseok whispered, letting out a soft laugh.

“I came to keep a close eye on you,” you joked as you pulled out your laptop and notebooks.

“Don’t worry about me, y/n. You should focus on yourself. After all, it’s very easy for me to beat you.” Eunseok watched you with a smirk, the kind that always made your blood boil. You simply ignored his words, immediately getting to work on studying for the calculus exam you had coming up.

Although you thought it would be hard to concentrate in the library (especially with Eunseok in front of you), the hours passed by quickly. When you looked out the window, you realized it was already dark. You checked the time on your laptop: 11:38 p.m. You had been there all afternoon, and you were so focused on solving the exercises that you hadn’t even realized you had missed dinner.

You stretched a little as you lifted your head from your laptop, noticing that almost everyone had already left the library, but Eunseok was still sitting in front of you. He was focused on writing things on a piece of paper while doing some calculations on his calculator. You noticed that his hair was a bit messy, and he was wearing glasses. You had never seen him like this before. In class, he was always well-dressed and polished, and as far as you could remember, he never wore glasses to class. He really presented himself as perfect in everyone’s eyes.

Eunseok stretched as well, letting out a small yawn while looking at you. You were also starting to feel a bit tired, not to mention starving, but seeing how Eunseok started writing a new exercise in his notebook, you knew you couldn’t just get up and leave. It was a silent battle of sorts, where the last one studying the longest would win. This was also one of the reasons you had been avoiding the library to study, because you knew there would be a competition over who could study the longest. Still, you finished stretching and went back to looking at your laptop, starting to work on more exercises.

When you checked the time on your laptop again, it was 2 a.m. Your eyes were starting to close more and more, your vision getting a bit blurry as you looked at your notes. Plus, you couldn’t help but hear your stomach growling. What if I close my eyes for a few seconds? you thought as you rested your head on one of your arms.

You didn’t expect that when you opened your eyes again, Eunseok would be standing next to you, touching your shoulder to wake you up. You quickly sat up, confused as you looked at him.

“What… what’s going on?”

“You fell asleep, y/n. That’s enough,” Eunseok murmured as he started packing up your things, leaving you looking at him confused as you started to pack them too. Why was he suddenly being nice to you?

“No, I didn’t fall asleep, I was just resting,” you heard Eunseok laugh.

“Yeah, sure…”

When you finished packing up your things, you stood up from your chair, realizing you were wearing a sweatshirt on your shoulders that wasn’t yours.

“I put it on you so you wouldn’t get cold. I know better than anyone how hard it is to study when you’re sick,” Eunseok said as he started walking towards the library exit, and you followed him.

“Thanks…” You couldn’t deny that you were taken by surprise by Eunseok’s attitude towards you, but on the other hand, his words felt very familiar. It was true that Eunseok could understand you when it came to studying, since both of you had probably had the same experiences in high school, studying all hours to be the best in the class, even when sick.

You walked to the exit of the library in silence, stopping at the door. You looked at each other in silence for a few seconds until Eunseok broke the silence.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, but it wasn’t so bad having you as a table partner. But, well, good night…” he said before turning around and starting to walk towards his dorm.

Did you hear that right? You couldn’t help but smile when you heard his words.

“See you tomorrow, Eunseok,” you raised your voice a little so he could hear you before heading to your room as well.

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A LITTLE BIT AWKWARD - profiles (1)

minimum wage starbucks workers ‼️🙏

y/n !!

you are somehow living and breathing despite the amount of weirdos and zooted white males come into the starbucks with their only motivation to get their dicks sucked. you've never dated a guy in your life, closest thing was a situationship with an old friend before he ghosted you. you have pretty average grades (thank god) and unlike most of your friends, survivng college just fine!

giselle - loves to party and is SO close to failing all of her classes no joke. despite her friends' advice, will probably never settle down and take her classes seriously..

natty - is probably doing the best academically out of all of them, she is a major procrastinator and could definitely get all 100s on everything if she wasnt lazy and didnt save her studying 2 days before an exam.. she did get a job offer somewhere else due to her maturity but she finds her minimum wage job quite fun.

yuqi - flirts with every single damn girl in her classes (including y/n), but its mostly just to get homework answers or tutoring from them (which is how giselle and yuqi clicked so well). only has ever been in one serious relationship but after that she doesnt think she wants to do anymore and would rather b the cool aunt.

jiung - holy shit his ass is barely holding onto his sanity. manager of the lovely starbucks but forgets often cause he just got promoted randomly when the manager disappeared one day. he loves all of the employees but sometimes he thinks hes gonna rip his hair out.

jeongin - really doesnt like seungmin (clearly)! after the day seungmin took his leftovers, it was war. honestly really funny and is the only one who doesnt give jiung a hard time. hes also failing one of his classes and passing the other by 4%.

seungmin - simple guy. did not mean to take jeongins leftovers at all but rather let this petty fight continue instead of telling him what actually happened. has ok test scores he just refuses to try harder than he already does.

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a little bit awkward ☆

SYNOPSIS : a bunch of starbucks that are barely holding on to their jobs gain new competition from a dunkin donuts that just opened across the street. though, one of the dunkin employees catch your eye. the rest of the employees are fucking crazy (and one of them may or may not be high while hes on the job).

PAIR : choi yeonjun x fem!reader

GENRE : smau, crack, fluff, strangers to lovers.

WARNING : profanity, insanely bad humor, little to no knowledge on starbucks and dunkin, mentions of weed, edibles, etc and the consumption of it, ignore time stamps for the love of god 🙏🙏

A/N : HII!!! ik this acc is very new but i just read a stoner's guide to starbucks and GOD i fell in love immediately. reading it also sparked a small idea in my head so i hope u guys like this ‼️ please also remember that the boycott is still happening for starbucks so please boycott them irl! thank you 💕

PROFILE 1 | PROFILE 2

01. is he high?

02. apologies madam!

03. yeonjun is not COOKED (half written)

04. GETTIN RIZZY 🔥🔥

05. rivals (not really)

06. yeonjun is fucking missing??

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 33. having a kid together before dating is next level

IT WAS YOUR FIRST DAY OFF FROM STARBUCKS.

More of a forced day off, really. You weren’t able to formally put in your PTO, so being able to switch shifts with Riki was a stroke of luck. Sure, you were going to have to work extra on Saturday, but you didn’t really mind since you were the one who gave up on going to work. You could’ve taken an Uber if you really wanted to make it, but you were already so exhausted and upset from such an emotionally draining day.

As the cherry on top, you accidentally let your feelings slip to Heeseung. Over text.

You felt horrible. How could you not? Even if he was perfectly content with his feelings reciprocated, you still wanted to make everything perfect. You wanted him to feel fully secure that the way you felt about him aligned with the way he felt about you.

Of course you liked him, but did you truly love him, as you claimed? You had been in relationships before, but none of them had ever been serious enough for you to know that you loved them. This was the first time that you were experiencing such strong emotions—for someone you weren’t even dating, no less.

You didn’t even believe in love before this. You thought it was some archaic bullshit that everyone preached about to feel happy in their relationships. Never did you think you would be the girl to fall in love with someone.

“I’m telling him how I feel tonight,” you told Minjeong over the phone, who you ended up calling in a panic. “I have the slideshow ready and everything, it’s just… I don’t know. I’ve just been obsessing over the perfect time and place to show him.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she replied. “I think Heeseung would like anything you did for him.”

“He would. But I just wanna make him feel special, you know?”

“That’s sweet,” came a new, familiar voice. The thick Australian accent was a dead giveaway. You waited for a moment until Jake popped his head in the frame. Minjeong tilted the camera to show more of him, and you raised a brow upon seeing him wearing one of her shirts. “Minjeong still refuses to come over to my place because of Layla.”

“Hi, Jake.”

“Shut up, goon,” your friend snapped over the phone. “Sorry, he’s been real clingy. Anyway, you said something about making Heeseung feel special? Yeah, honestly, I think whatever you do would blow his mind.”

“I feel bad,” you whined. “Do you think he’d feel bad if I took back my ‘I’m in love with you’ statement?”

Jake laughed. “Yeah, that’s a bit—”

“Shut up, Jake,” Minjeong snapped. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. There’s no right and wrong time for these things. If you felt it in the moment and let it slip, then it must’ve been real.”

“Yeah, it’s not like he’s some rando off a dating app,” Jake added. “You and Heeseung have been talking for months.”

“Yeah, you guys are right.” You sighed deeply. “Thanks, Jake and Minjeong.”

After some more back-and-forth, with Jake giving you a full-length explanation about how Heeseung was too pathetic to lose interest in you after your slip-up, you ended the call and waited. He was supposed to be coming in twenty minutes, but you knew that Heeseung would naturally arrive ten minutes early.

Your fingers were hovering over your keyboard. You prepared a slideshow for your own confession because, although you were lacking in the creative department, this was the least you could do to show that you reciprocated.

For the next fifteen minutes, you stared at your slideshow and thought about what love meant to you. And those fifteen minutes felt like a decade to you, even though it couldn’t have been long enough for you to fully grasp the concept of love. But, as Minjeong told you, there was no real timeline for these things.

When you heard the knock at your door, your heart started pounding like you had just finished running a marathon. You opened the door to see Heeseung with a crooked grin on his face, holding up a bag of Buffalo Wild Wings.

“I brought you dinner because I figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” he said. “Sorry for being so late. They made me wait ages to pick it up.”

It was true. You usually started making your dinner around 8:00 p.m. or later—something you were surprised Heeseung even knew because you had only mentioned it a couple of times over the phone.

“You’re five minutes early.” A smile crossed your face as you held the door open wider for him. You gingerly took the bag from him so that you could set the food out. “I have something to show you, so let’s eat on the floor.”

Heeseung rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, yeah.”

You wondered why he was so timid all of a sudden. Despite how messy and chaotic Heeseung was most of the time, he had usually been a smooth talker around you, especially after you started showing interest in him. Now he was choosing to get shy? Right when you were seconds away from freaking out?

You brought out two plates for you both to split the wings. Heeseung asked you about your day as you opened the takeout boxes, and you ended up spilling every emotion you experienced. You had been extremely distressed over every mishap, especially missing your quiz, so you were near tears by the time you got to missing your Starbucks shift.

All of your emotions were pouring out again. You were extremely vulnerable.

And it happened again.

That warm feeling stirred up inside your chest.

You thought it was weird at first—to realize once more that you were in love with someone at 7:00 p.m. in your living room eating Buffalo Wild Wings—but the feeling overwhelmed you right as you were mid-bite.

It was when you looked down at your plate, realizing that Heeseung had given you all of the flat chicken wings and saved himself the drumsticks. You only mentioned your flat wings preference in passing, but he remembered that for you.

And you realized that Heeseung had always been thinking of you first and foremost.

He took notice of all the small details about yourself that you hardly recognized on your own. He always slowed his pace to match yours when you two walked together. He remembered all of your little niche interests and kept a list saved in his Notes app. He even gave you piggyback rides to his car after work because he knew your feet were sore after your long Starbucks shifts.

So, when you two were done eating, you washed your hands, put the plates away, and you brought out your laptop. You sat next to him on the floor, backs resting against the couch, and you pulled out your laptop. Positioned between you two, you shot Heeseung a wary glance before you opened up your slideshow.

WHY YOU SHOULD GO OUT WITH ME flashing across your screen. Super Mario Bros themed, of course.

He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to fight down his growing smile. “Oh my god. It’s happening.”

“It’s happening,” you confirmed.

When you finished showing Heeseung your slides, he was teary-eyed at the end, trying to cover it up with his sleeve. You smiled happily when he wrapped an arm around you, drawing you closer to him.

“You’d reject Bowser for me?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yes, I like you more than I like Bowser,” you admitted, which drew a dramatic gasp from Heeseung. “I like you so much that I told you that I loved you—twice!” You pointed to your sign-off in the third slide.

“Listen,” you continued, trying to keep your voice steady because your cheeks were so hot. “I’m really sorry that I said that out of nowhere the other day. I was scared that you would be overwhelmed by my feelings.”

He chuckled. “I sang in front of an entire store for you, and you’re scared that I’d be overwhelmed?”

You cracked a smile at that. “Okay, well, you were insane for that, but at least it was funny.”

“I also stole a baby goat for you.”

“Yeah, see, that’s—wait, you what?!”

“I might have stolen a baby goat for you.”

“Lee Heeseung!” you scolded. “Why would you steal a baby goat?!”

"I wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad about dropping the L-word, so I got us a kid,” he said with such a casual tone, as if his words didn’t make you feel like you were glowing brighter than Venus. “Having a kid together before dating is next level."

"You’re incredibly sweet, but we’re not having a kid together any time soon, Hee."

“Okay, well, I might return it.”

“No, you should return it.”

Heeseung pulled out his phone to show you a picture of the baby goat sleeping in a box in his living room. On the bright side, he had definitely been keeping it comfortable, but you were slightly terrified that he was going to get into deep trouble. Still, you cozied up by his side and watched him swipe through the pictures.

“Sunghoon and I found it while we were high,” he explained, “so, naturally, we took it home to take care of it.”

“Where did you even find it?”

“The barn on campus.”

“Um,” you started, “so you stole it from campus.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it stealing. It sort of just roamed close to us, so we reached over the fence and picked it up.”

“That’s literally stealing. You kidnapped a baby goat. You kidnapped a kid.”

“Think of it in a positive way,” he said. “I’m just coming up with creative date plans for when we’re official.”

You gasped. “Oh my god, you totally distracted me with your baby goat!”

“Our baby goat.”

“Don’t involve me in your crimes.” You turned your body so that you were facing Heeseung. “Okay, first, I will apologize for possibly overwhelming you, but I won’t apologize for what I said because it was true. When I told you that I was in love with you, I really did feel it at that moment.”

You noticed a hint of red creeping up Heeseung’s neck and tinting the tips of his ears. “Honestly, I feel it, too. I’ve seen some sides to you, and I love all of them, so that’s why I wanna say it now. The next time I say it, though, I want it to be after I’ve seen every side of yours.”

“I feel the same way.” You beamed. “I wanna get to know you even more from now on, Hee.”

“Same here,” he murmured. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you, too, Heeseung. Will you officially be my boyfriend?”

“Of course.” He smiled. “Not like I haven’t been waiting ages for this moment.”

As you laughed, his warm, large hand cupped your face. His skin was a little rough with callouses, but his touch was tender against your face. In the ensuing silence that followed, your eyes fluttered shut as Heeseung swallowed down his nerves and gently pressed his forehead to yours.

He tilted his head a little to press a kiss to your cheek—just under your eye—and every nerve in your body felt as if it was electric. You worked up the courage to look at him again, and you blushed immediately when you saw Heeseung’s half-lidded eyes staring at your lips.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured before sliding a hand into your hair and pressing his lips against yours.

It’s strange. You had experienced plenty of first kisses before, but this was different. All of your other first kisses had been chock-full of staggered pauses and awkward fumbling, but when your lips were pressed against Heeseung’s for the first time, it felt like your lips were made for each other.

His hand found the back of your neck, and you placed your hands on his chest. You had never felt like you were on the top of the world from a mere kiss, but right now, you were soaring. You two leaned into each other’s touch, hungry with months of longing. You slid your hands up Heeseung’s chest and around his neck once he deepened the kiss by angling his head.

The way Heeseung kissed you was intoxicating—in the same way drugs worked, you supposed. You were hooked onto the first, second, third, and fourth kisses he gave you. Each one made you want more, made you crave having him closer.

Minutes roll by, and you two have long abandoned everything else to be in each other’s arms, entangled in your own passion. Long after the kiss, you just stayed in Heeseung’s arms, face pressed into his warm chest where you could hear his own heartbeat racing.

“I’m glad you’re a Starbucks freak,” you mumbled while he was in the middle of playing with your hair.

“That’s not exactly what I expected to hear after our first kiss,” he replied.

“Sorry, but it’s true.” You lifted your head to look at him. “We wouldn’t have met if you weren’t obsessed with Starbucks. I don’t think I would’ve noticed you much if you weren’t crazy, either.”

“Oh, speaking of crazy,” Heeseung started, pulling out his own laptop from his backpack. He had discarded it to the side earlier, and you had actually been wondering why he brought a backpack with him. He continued, “I made you a slideshow, too.”

Your heart did a little flip. “You did?”

“Yeah, here it is.”

“We do not have a kid," was the first thing you said. "You are returning that baby goat to school grounds."

Heeseung grinned. "See? Creative first date plan, am I right?"

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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

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wh1spyz · 25 days

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i cried mad hard after reading this what the fuck 🤣🤣

bye why can i write angst js fine but i cant read it without crying this is bullshit

Maybe in another universe !?

enhypen members texts after you pass away

warnings : angst left and right, depression, sadness, mentions of death, cursing

(my other angst work, pls give it some love. Link)

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THIS IS SO CUTEE OMG I LOVE IT 💕

00. The Curiosity of Haku Shota

Pairing: alien!soul x fem!reader

Genre: Slice of life, fluff

Warnings: mentions of bugs (´-`)

Word Count: 2,159

👾 - I decided to write a small piece as a filler for the actual fic I'm writing with this concept. I realized it was gonna take me longer than I wanted, so l'm writing this to get me motivated T^T I wanted my debut to be the longer fic but oh well :) This can be read as a stand alone as it doesn't add much to the main plot :) The main fic wil be linked once it's finished!

Sorry in advance if there's any mistakes,l wrote this kinda fast ( ´～｀)

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💿 - Aya Hirano, Super Driver !!

“Y/n! Come on! Wake up! Don’t waste your summer lying around all day! I wanna do stuff!!”

Ugh…

It’s been a couple of months since Soul crashed into your apartment, him first arriving at the time when you were still in classes. He’s become accustomed to your way of life quickly, seamlessly blending into what is human society. However, it's now summer, and he’s been begging every day to do something new, saying that it’s all for his ‘research.’ You laid on your carpeted floor, limbs sprawled out in a starfish shape as the cheap fan you bought at a market once was blasting at full speed, squeaking as it does its turns.

“What is it that you want to do Soul…?” The grogginess in your voice made it evident that you had no intention of getting up at any moment. However, Soul continued on, ignoring your groggy state.

“I want to go on a bike ride! Oh! And have a picnic! And draw with chalk! And maybe go star gazing at night!”

“That’s quite the list you’ve got there…” Although these were pretty mundane things to you, you couldn’t help but entertain Soul and his shenanigans, his excitement lifting a small smile upon your lips.

“I know! I thought about it all last night! It's stuff I've heard humans do during their free time.” A proud grin made itself onto his lips.

“Okay,” you chuckled fondly, “come help me make some sandwiches then.” It was just like Soul to drag you out of your apartment to do something. Just yesterday, the two of you had gone bug catching, Soul having the brilliant idea to make it a contest to see who could catch the most. It was no surprise to see that he had caught more than you by the end of it, boasting about having done his research on the most efficient way humans catch bugs. Of course, you didn’t let him keep any of the bugs he caught as you didn’t want any crawling around in your apartment. He dejectedly let the bugs go, seeing them fly out into the horizon. You couldn’t lie though, the scenery was beautiful (minus the flapping of the bugs…), the sun was starting to set just beyond the horizon and if it wasn’t for Soul, you would have spent this summer alone in your apartment.

“You, know they might return the favor one day, since you were so kind to let them go.” You glanced to your side, Soul was staring at the sunset in awe as all the little bugs he caught flew away.

“Return the favor?” He ripped his eyes from the sight in front of him to look at you in confusion. You couldn’t help but admire how ethereal he looked under the sun’s rays, his sun kissed skin and deep brown eyes reflected the sun’s true colors as the bit of breeze that picked up swept his hair, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“C’mon,” you chuckled, “Let’s go back home.”

Cut back to now, you lazily got up off your carpeted floor, already missing the fan’s cool breeze against your face

“What type of sandwiches are we making??” Soul excitedly followed behind you as you slowly made your way into your cramped kitchen.

“I guess whatever we find in the fridge…” Luckily, you did have the correct ingredients to make sandwiches, having bought the stuff a couple of weeks ago. You spent the next thirty minutes teaching Soul how to make a simple ham and cheese sandwich, not because of his lack of experience but because of your lack of ingredients (which he didn’t seem to mind), his excitement over making sandwiches made the chore a bit more bearable.

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“C’mon! Hurry up! I wanna get to the park already!”

“I’m coming…” Soul had already reached the end of the steps, waiting beside your baby blue bike that you had gotten for your birthday. He had already placed the basket of food onto the bike’s built in basket, hands on his hips as he waited for you to ascend the stairs.

“You know, we’re gonna have to pass by the store to get the chalk you wanted, cuz I certainly don’t have any…” You finally reached the end of the stairs, Soul’s frown turning into a smile.

“I’ve got that settled already!”

There’s that proud smile again…

“What? How?”

“Your neighbor! I had mentioned it a while ago to her while you were out shopping, and she let me borrow some as long as we bring them back!” Soul boasted, you could only let out a sigh in response.

“So you had this all planned, huh? C’mon, get on the back of the bike.” Soul eagerly made his way on the back of your bike, holding onto your waist for security. The bike ride to the park was surprisingly peaceful. You half expected Soul to ask you about every little thing he saw on the way. Instead, he sat quietly behind you, squeezing you once in a while to hold on when the tighter turns came.

Soul honestly just liked being in your presence. He knew that asking you many questions tired you out, having once realizing that when your tone of voice turned into something less friendly by what seemed like his 500th question that day. Soul once again hugged you tighter, feeling only grateful for all you’ve done for him since he got there, a feeling he doesn’t experience often. Sure, he’s always experienced excitement ever since he arrived on Earth, especially when you comply to his wishes, however, sometimes he feels this inexplicable feeling in his chest whenever he’s close to you, almost as if he’s out of breath. He wonders if you’ve ever felt that before.

He might have to do some research on that later.

“Soul, we’re here.” Your voice broke through his thoughts as he eagerly jumped off your bike as you went to park it. While he was running off to who knows where, you looked for a good place under the shade to set the quilted picnic blanket you brought.

“Y/n! Come! What’s that vehicle over there???” You looked to what seemed to be an ice cream truck, you knew what he was going to ask once you told him, however, a good ice cream cone would be wonderful in this hot weather.

“It’s a truck that sells ice cream. You want some?” You weren’t surprised when he eagerly nodded his head yes, running over to stand behind all the other children who were begging their parents to get them ice cream.

“Do you know what flavor you want?” Once you caught up to him, you looked over the poster plastered onto the side of the truck, skimming through all the flavors they had.

“I’ll try what you have, I’m not particularly interested in any one of them. If I could, I'd try them all…”

Of course you would…

“Hmm, should we try the strawberry then?”

“Sure!”

The two of you had what seemed to be a feast for the both of you as you gobbled up every piece of food you had brought plus the ice cream, Soul seeming to be the one enjoying it the most. After the meal however, Soul ran off to chase some bugs again while you stayed seated in your spot on the blanket under the shade, having had enough of the ‘creepy crawlies’ since your small excursion the day before. Without noticing, an affectionate gaze landed upon your features as you looked over Soul who was carefully examining the grass beneath the (already) dirty sneakers you let him borrow. You couldn’t help but build a sense of endearment towards the alien that appeared in your apartment unannounced. It was only natural, right? You had spent several months together by now, Soul accompanying you through almost everything. You’d feel a little strange if he wasn’t there by your side bugging you about every ‘cool’ thing he saw. You wondered how you’d feel once his research period was over and he’d have to go back home.

“Y/n!”

There he goes calling my name again…

“Yes Soul?”

“Let’s go draw with the chalk!” He was already running off again, expecting you to be able to catch up to his speed. He led you towards the pavement pathway where previous chalk drawings were, some already being washed out due to age.

“What are you planning to draw?” Soul handed you a few chalk pieces before going a few squares away from you.

“It’s a secret!” You playfully rolled your eyes at his childlike nature, his nose scrunched as he turned away to scribble. You drifted your sight to the empty pavement square beneath you, sighing.

Guess I’ve gotta draw something…

Your artistic skills weren’t the best per se, but you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the cute but childlike drawing made out of the pastel chalk colors Soul had handed you. You were so engaged in your drawing, however, that you didn’t see or hear Soul walking behind you.

“That’s your drawing?” Soul’s soft but snarky voice came from behind you, eliciting another eye roll from you.

“Oh, come on! Show me yours then!” You stomped your way to his square on the pavement, a series of squiggles and lines as well as intricate shapes were drawn with the chalk.

“Uh, what’s that?”

“It’s the writing system we use in space! I was hoping that if I write it big enough, my friends and family up there will be able to see it!” He wore that proud grin once more, showing off his penmanship in his language.

“Oh! What does it say then?” You stepped closer to examine his work, intrigued by the intricate work that went into the writing.

“Um, just letting them know that I’m doing okay,” his right hand went to rub his chin in thought, “I wonder if I wrote it big enough though…”

“I’m sure they’ll see it,” you reassured him, “They’ll be happy to hear that you’re doing well.” You tried giving him a reassuring smile to ease the worry that was present on his face, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought.

“You really think so? Okay then!” In the blink of an eye, his worrisome expression changed to his usual carefree smile that he carries.

That was fast…

“Y/n! Let’s go draw something together over there!” And once again, Soul was dragging you to another place to draw. You spent the rest of the afternoon drawing on the pavement with Soul, him claiming that this has to be the ‘best drawing to ever exist,’ meaning that he wanted to put in the extra time to perfect it as much as possible. What he wanted to execute though, was a ‘family portrait’ of you and him so that his family and friends in space would be able to see what he was up to. And as always, you obliged to his demands, putting in the extra elbow grease to draw it as he imagined it. As a finishing touch, Soul added the orange, tabby cat that hung out on your balcony at random times, Soul claiming that they’re best friends.

“Perfect! We’re done!” Soul looked over the drawing with pride, the sun had already set and the stars were starting to twinkle brightly.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Oh definitely!” he nodded eagerly “And we finished just in time to go stargazing!” Before you could say anything, Soul grabbed your hand to lead you to the picnic blanket under the tree, this time, a bit more calmer.

“Why’d you wanna stargaze anyway? I thought you lived amongst the stars based on what you’ve told me.” You sat down one last time on the blanket right next to him, Soul immediately laying his head right on your lap, your hand came up to rest on his multicolored hair.

“I wanted to see the stars with you.” The phrase touched you more than you thought it would, the meaning behind his words bringing a certain heavy feeling on your chest almost bringing you to tears.

“I promise I’ll keep in touch with you once my research period on Earth is over. You better keep in touch too!” You couldn’t see it, however you could almost sense that carefree grin he always carries forming on his face.

“Okay, I promise I’ll keep in touch too.”

I wouldn’t want to forget you…

👾 - bleep blorp zeep zorp

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wh1spyz · 26 days

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I got you, you got me.

keme/sho | 04 | sungho and intak ♡ | she / they | haitian

i can write for bnd, p1h, txt, enha, skz, and riize!

if you send a request for me to write about a group im unfamilar with/know little about, dont expect it to come out well ... (・・;)

masterlist .. coming soon (･ω<)☆

when it's us, babe, you make me feel complete.

#Spotify

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wh1spyz · 26 days

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HER WISH, HIS WISH || YANG JEONGIN

pair : childhoodfriend!jeongin x reader

genre : angst

warning : cursing, rejection, no happy ending

you confess your feelings to your best friend jeongin, but does he like you back?

quick a/n : hi everyone! first time posting on here. i used to be a wattpad writer but due to school and stuff i stopped writing. i just want to write for fun every here and there, so i probably wont post here constantly. sorry! anyways, enjoy :)

everyone wanted you to confess.

all of jeongin's friends knew about your crush on him, and it made you curious if he knew aswell. but clearly, he didnt know, and he was more oblivious then ever. you never really wanted to confess, you found the idea terrifying and you knew that if he didn't reciprocate your feelings, your friendship could be ruined. but his friends still urged you to make your feelings known to him (despite being obviously head over heels for him).

so here you were, sitting on the same couch in his apartment, watching him study. you had told yourself several times before you came over that you would tell him your feelings, despite being scared out of your damn mind. you watched him as he studied, and he looked handsome as always. you couldn't help but blurt out "i like you", like the dumbass you were before covering your mouth.

his gazed turn to you, a bit stunned by your sudden confession, and extremely confused aswell.

"what did you say y/n?"

you didnt know if you wanted to gaslight your crush into thinking you said nothing, run out of there as fast as possible, or genuinely admit the truth (the other 2 options sounded better to you, honestly). but you took a deep breath and decided to confess properly.

"i like you, jeongin. i've liked you for a long time. you've always put a smile on my face and make me feel happy, and i don't know what i would do without you. i've spent hours just thinking about... you, and only you. i really like you, alot."

the room was tense after your confession, a deafening silence that was killing you on the inside. before you heard the words you were dreading to hear. the words that shattered you into pieces when you heard them.

"y/n. i don't feel the same."

the words echoed in your head, the whole situation felt like a nightmare, a horrible one. it was like your whole world came crashing down. you were completely frozen, biting your bottom lip as you supressed the tears that threatened to seep through your eyes and stream down your face. your throat closed up and it seemed like you could curl up into a ball and die right then and there. you nodded slowly, standing up as you were getting ready to leave.

"i understand." you mumbled, grabbing your bag as you turned away from him, walking out of the dorm. you didn't want him to see you cry. he couldn't see you cry. atleast not because of him.

jeongin’s expression became more sad as he processed your reaction. he was unsure to comfort you, since he was the cause of your pain. so he just sat there, silent as you exited. and hearing the door shut just made his heart ache more. he didn’t expect your reaction. but he couldn’t bring himself to go outside. it was as if he couldn’t move. his thoughts racing. he was so conflicted and lost in them.

'why can’t i like her back…?', 'i don’t want her to be sad..', 'why do i feel so guilty?'. that was all that was going through his head as he sat on the couch, frozen.

a moment of silence passed. but the quiet atmosphere was shattered with the sound of jeongin shutting his laptop. he abruptly stood up.

“fuck.”

you were taking a cab back to your apartment, tears rolling down your cheeks as you sniffled silently. "you're an fucking idiot" is all that went through your head. why did you even confess? you ruined everything. that was for sure. your thoughts just kept getting more and more negative until you suddenly got a call from jeongin. knowing that he wanted to probably ask where you were, you were hesitant on picking up. but your heart was stronger than your head, so you picked up.

"y/n! fucking christ.. where are you?" you heard him the other side of the phone, sounding like he was grabbing his keys and his coat to go outside.

"jeongin, i'll be fine. i just need some time alone. if you come and try to make things right, it might turn out worse. please."

you were basically pleading with him, your voice was shaky and tired, trying to rub your tears away.

hearing your voice over the phone, it only made him feel even worse. his heart clenched and a wave of guilt washed over him once more, running his fingers through his hair.

“i-i know i said i didn’t feel the same but… i can’t leave you like this..” he spoke quietly, hesitating. "just tell me where you are.. please?"

you sigh, knowing that arguing with him wouldn't help much.

"in a cab, headed to my apartment."

jeongin listened to the sound of you sighing and he slightly relaxed at the fact that you told him where you were headed.

“okay..” he mumbled, biting his nail. he spoke again in a softer tone of voice. “i’m coming.”

you wince, having a small feeling that this was going to happen.

"please jeongin, can we just talk tomorrow..?"

he let out a shaky exhale. he didn’t want to upset you further, but he was also extremely stubborn.

“please.. i just want to make sure that you’re okay..” he pleaded once more, he truly cared about your well-being.

you groaned.

"goodness... okay, but youre not staying for long, 'kay?"

he smiled to himself, a sense of relief washing over him. it didn’t matter if he was only staying for a few minutes, at least he could see you.

“yeah.. i won’t stay long.”

he reassured you, grabbing his coat, keys and phone, before leaving the apartment.

"see you." he says before hanging up the phone and catching a cab himself to head to your house.

you watched him hang up the phone, running a hand through your hair, groaning. you looked out the window, seeing that you were basically at your apartment now, so you paid the driver as he parked and got out, heading inside to your apartment.

you changed into comfortable clothes as you waited for jeongin to arrive to your apartment, still somewhat crying and your tears stain the baggy white shirt you wore. you sat on the couch, running your fingers through your hair. you suddenly remembered a small conversation the two of you had as little kids.

"what would you do if a genie could grant you three wishes?" you asked jeongin with a toothy smile, sitting on the swings with him on a cold winter day, which was rare in busan.

"genies dont exist..."

"oh shut up! what if they did?"

"i would wish..." jeongin thought about the question for a moment before answering. "to be rich! super duper rich!"

you rolled your eyes with a frown, kicking the snow infront of you.

"thats so boring!!"

"oh yeah? then what would you wish for?"

you paused for a moment, smiling at him again when you had your wish.

"i would wish to be your friend forever! i want to be your friend for as long as possible!"

he laughed and threw a snowball at you. "thats so stupid."

you gasp as he threw the snowball at you, pouting.

"so you dont want to be my friend?? wow.. how mean can you get.."

"i didnt mean it like that! goodness.."

you glared at him, still pouting.

"then what did you mean?"

he smiled at you, sweetly.

"we are gonna be friends no matter what, always and forever. you wouldn't need a wish."

you smiled back at him.

"promise?"

"promise."

you got snapped out of your trance as you heard a knock on the door, rushing to it. after a few seconds, you opened the door to meet jeongin's eyes. you looked tired, and it was definitely obvious you were previously crying from your tear stained shirt.

"come in." you mumbled.

when the door opened and you revealed yourself, his heart ached. your red puffy eyes and tear-stained top were the first things that he noticed. he looked at you with a mix of guilt and sadness.

he slowly walked in, taking off his shoes and coat, setting them aside. without a word, he walked closer to you. jeongin hesitated before pulling you into a tight embrace. his mind was a mess but one thing he knew for sure, he was happy to be close to you right now.

you were extremely tense due to the hug, and you werent sure if this was right. he didnt like you, why was he hugging you, comforting you? you didnt know. so many thoughts were racing through your mind and you couldnt relax.

you wish things were different.

jeongin could feel the tension in your body as he held you. he pulled you closer, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you.

he closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against your head. he wanted to stay like this for a while. he needed to be close to you. but at the same time, he felt conflicted. like he shouldn’t be doing this since he didn’t feel the same.

he wishes things couldve stayed the same.

after a while, he finally spoke. his voice was soft and gentle. he was still torn but he had to say something.

“i’m.. sorry.. i’m really sorry..” he mumbled, his voice coming out a bit shaky.

"its not your fault that you don't reciprocate my feelings. i shouldn't have confessed in the first place. i should be the one apologizing." you said with a sigh.

jeongin’s heart ached, as you spoke those words. he tightened his embrace around you, not letting go.

“no.. don’t apologize.. please..”

he was trying to hold back the tears, his eyes burning. there was too much going through his mind right now.

he held you tighter against his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. guilt and sadness filling him.

“you.. you don’t know how much i wish i could like you..” he muttered.

"you cant force yourself to like me to make me happy."

you mumble, rubbing his back reassuringly. as much as you wished he liked you back, you wanted him to be honest more than anything.

he buried his head in the crook of your neck. you were being the reasonable one right now. he was so confused and conflicted about his feelings. why couldn’t he like you? why did it hurt him when he had to reject you?

“then.. why does it hurt me..?” he mumbled, his voice was shaky.

you sigh.

"because we're friends. if i was the reason a friend of mine is crying, it would hurt me aswell, not just them."

you mutter, trying to reason with him and calm him down.

"you didnt mean to hurt me, and it wouldve hurt more if you lied to me. so its better that you told the truth to me."

jeongin closed his eyes, listening to your words. he knew you were right but he couldn’t help but feel guilty and conflicted. he hummed in agreement, holding you tighter. he didn’t know what to do with the whirlwind of emotions inside him. he mumbled once more.

“i don’t want to lose you..”

you wrap your arms around him, hugging him back finally.

"youre not going to lose me anytime soon."

jeongin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. your presence was comforting and he was grateful for your reassurance. he muttered, keeping his head tucked in your shoulder.

“promise?”

you nodded, hugging him tight.

"promise."

he closed his eyes once again, breathing in your scent. for some reason, he didn’t want to let go. he was supposed to leave after minutes but he wanted to stay for longer. to be near you longer. he gently rested his forehead against your shoulder, feeling your warmth and closeness. the warmth felt so wrong, but so right. after a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice barely above a soft whisper.

“stay like this with me for a few more minutes.. please?”

you sigh, a little hesitant to stay like this longer, knowing your feelings for him still lingered, and this seemed wrong. he knew it just as much as you did. but you hummed in agreement anyways, not pulling away.

jeongin smiled against your shoulder, hearing you agree to let him stay a bit longer. he knew you were probably hesitating due to your feelings for him, but he didn’t want to let go. he needed this, he needed you right now. his grip on your waist tightened slightly, his body pressing against yours. it was as if he wanted to stay like this forever, not caring about the time.

he mumbled as he held you, feeling a wave of sadness wash over him.

“i wish i could like you..”

you sighed again, feeling guilty for liking him.

"its okay."

you mumbled, knowing that you wished the same thing aswell.

your feelings continued to linger for months, a year or two, but he still didn't like you back.

he only realized his feelings for you were clearer than the blue, summer skies when you were gone. when you moved away from busan to start a new life.

the promise was broken.

and sure, the wishes came true. but just like his feelings, they came true much too late.

"she was my wish, the only wish i couldn't make come true."

#skz x reader #skz #stray kids #jeongin #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #angst

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wh1spyz · 1 month

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cops and robbers — kim seungmin

trope: kim seungmin x reader | strangers-to-lovers ; use of profanity ; mentions of a one night stand once ; he’s a fuckboy basically summary: fuckboy kim seungmin takes interest in the quiet, photography major who lives just across his dorm. wc: 3.8k words

The first time Kim Seungmin sees you, you have a camera strapped around your neck.

You’re just across his dorm room, hands fiddling on the buttons of your DSLR and eyes shifting where you can get your eyes on, looking.

Probably for something that can be added to your portfolio, he thinks. Not that he cares.

It isn’t all that hard to spot him either. Seungmin is easy to find, with a cigarette lit between his fingers and the smell of smoke vexing your senses. His entire body is leant on the wall, eyebrow slit and all to truly sell the fuckboy character.

You lock eyes when you finally find the source of smoke, and you think for a second to tell him to stop. It’s not what you do. Instead, you shift your attention.

It’s never a good idea to be within distance of boys like him anyway. There are other things to think about, things much more important. Like what you’ll have for dinner, the old pair of shoes you need to replace, your final portfolio.

Sighing, you look down at your camera.

You hope the low ISO 200 can capture whatever the fuck you want to take a photo of tonight—long shutter speeds, white balance on auto, manual mode. You’d be fucked if you didn’t have these settings memorized.

Different for day. Different for night. It’s a hassle, but it’s a hassle you keep up with if you want to graduate.

“You know, it isn’t safe for pretty girls like you to be out this late.”

Raspy. It comes from just behind you, and you have half a mind to turn to face the threat when you’re greeted face to face with a smirking Kim Seungmin. He sounds kitschy, looks kitchsy and it seems like he knows it as well.

You roll your eyes. “I think I’ll be fine.”

He stares at you for a minute.

“Whatever you say, princess.” The bass of his voice is a little terrifying, but not enough for you to shuffle away.

He would’ve been more if you weren’t hellbent on the idea of finishing your portfolio for the semester. Nothing scares you more than a failing class.

Not even Seungmin.

He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of chalant. He doesn’t really care. The boy has never been the type to stick his nose in other people’s business, talking to others only when necessary. Being annoyingly chatty was reserved for his friends.

In hindsight, starting a conversation with you should’ve been the first outlier he noticed on his sudden shift of behavior. But he doesn’t. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and separates himself from you.

He was only out for a smoke anyway.

The next time he sees you is after his one-night-stand-gone-wrong.

It’s still at night, just a week later. And you look exactly like the way you were, camera in your hand and an unbothered look on your face.

Though, when you hear footsteps echoing from just a short distance and spot a speeding figure coming from his room, your face twists in disdain.

You were only out to practice a certain exposure you want to perfect. Not to bear witness to whatever the fuck happens in Seungmin’s dorms.

When he locks eyes with you for the second time that week, you pretend not to notice anything.

“You again?”

He’s shameless. A bit of his overgrown sideburns are sticking to his skin, shirt lazily thrown on, and sweat still glistening on his forehead. You don’t want to think of the connotations of what your observations could possibly mean.

You simply look at him, the way his face morphs in recognition and the way his neck cranes just a little. He looks like he’s in his element, sweat and fucked-out eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

You’re the exact opposite, picking at the buttons of your camera with sleep-riddled eyes and air struck hair.

Sighing, you push yourself off your unflattering position on the ground, brushing off the rubble that might’ve stuck on your pants from sitting there for so long.

You slip back into your dorm room without uttering a single response to the boy.

He sees you everywhere after that.

And truthfully, it was starting to get annoying. Especially when the boys started catching on to his staring.

While Changbin was narrating stories of nights Seungmin couldn’t care for the details of, he finds himself scanning the student hall.

He thinks he doesn’t know the reason why, or at least not until he finds you eating with some other girl.

Your eyes are intently glued to the screen of your camera. He wonders what photos could litter the memory of your SD card.

Before he can even shift his attention back to whatever the fuck was happening back with his friends, he’s caught red-handed. Shit-eating grins surround the table, a few howls here and there, and shoves that Seungmin could've gone without.

“Is she your next target, Seungmin?”

He wants to vomit at the word choice.

“Target?” He scoffs. You weren’t a target. “She isn’t even my type.”

Kim Seungmin brushes off their noise, canceling out the ill-intentions they’ve made up for him. He just sits there, unperturbed by everything until his friends finish eating.

He looks at you one last time before leaving. It’s hard not to.

It doesn’t save him from further teasing.

“You’re a photography major?”

You’re caught off guard by the sudden voice behind you.

It seems Seungmin has made a habit of surprising you when you least expect to see him.

“...I am.”

You finally reply after letting the question hang in the air for a few seconds longer than necessary. He doesn’t care, only cares that you responded to him.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

Is he only capable of asking you questions?

“We’re not friends.” You deadpan. His lips pull into a smile.

“I’m just curious why you have a camera with you all the time. Loosen up.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, just lets the silence hang there. He knows he can tick you off even more, but he doesn’t find himself wanting to. He simply walks back to the dorms with you.

When he walks too fast, he stalls—for just enough time for you to catch up with him.

You fail to notice the way he shifts his position, always standing by the busy side of the road.

“Are you smoking again?”

It’s the first time you initiate conversation, and he snaps out of the trance he’d been in. He was outside again, similar to when he’d first met you. And you were still you, with your camera, and the way you lift it to fit your eye through the viewfinder.

“Why? Are you starting to care about me, princess?” There’s that same smirk evident, and it seems he took your question as invitation to stand next to where you are.

You want to stomp on his face.

“‘M just asking. I really couldn’t care less.”

You can smell the smoke off of him, warranting you to take a full step away. You’ve always hated its scent, and the second-hand smoke exposure.

In turn, Seungmin runs a hand through his hair. It’s shorter, looks like he got it trimmed recently. When you put your camera away in favor of leaving the site of crime, the boy attempts to stop you.

“Leaving already?”

“It isn’t exactly part of my tuition fee to talk to people like you.”

You sound harsh, and it’s an odd feeling to suddenly feel offended about a simple phrase he’s heard multiple times before.

People like you.

What the hell was that even supposed to mean?

“Spare me a few more minutes, angel.”

You don’t bother arguing any further. Besides, you still needed a few more practice photos of where you were looking. You lift your camera back up to peek through its viewfinder, and you can only hope the noise of your photos is enough to drown him out.

“What are you doing out here so late, anyway? Didn’t I tell you it wasn’t safe?”

“I also remember telling you I’ll be fine.” You grumble, snapping a shot. He moves closer to you when you open your mouth to continue talking. “Practicing helps ease the feeling of dread, like I’d be less likely to fail if I did.”

Seungmin notices the calluses on your hands, rough with hard work, and then his eyes trail to your side profile. The light exposure from the moon makes you look prettier than you already do.

Wait, what?

The boy has never stared at someone’s hands and drawn a conclusion before, never taken the time to admire and talk to someone he wasn’t planning on screwing over either.

There’s a first for everything.

“Smoking helps.”

You snort at his sudden comment. Too much time has passed by for him to suddenly butt back into the conversation. The timing makes you laugh a little.

His heart races at the sound.

“Are there thoughts when you feel dread?” He asks, albeit a little silent, in case you didn’t want to talk about it.

You contemplate whether you should talk about it. It’s an unlikely conversation to have with an unlikely person like Kim Seungmin.

Against your better judgement, you answer.

“I don’t know. It just feels like… it feels like my heart is palpitating. I feel scared for some reason. I guess I just really don’t want to fail. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. It does.”

“You also feel dread?” You ask.

He hums in response. “All the time. Sometimes I’m not sure if the decisions I’m making are the right ones.”

It makes him sound so human to be able to empathize. You hate to admit you’re surprised.

“Just do what feels right in your heart.”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You’ll know.” You mumble.

The few minutes you’ve spared him has run out. “Goodbye now, Seungmin.”

“You know who I am?”

“Everybody knows who you are. You and your friends.” You wave him off, finally shutting off your camera and putting the lens hood back. “Bye.”

You’re dismissive, and it’s something that would usually annoy Seungmin because he’s the dismissive one in his friend group.

The sudden challenge should anger him, but it doesn’t. What is it about you, and your playing hard to get, and your dismissiveness that has his attention so much?

He’s usually the one being chased, never chasing.

He’s usually the one being told things, never initiating. Never telling.

You’ve definitely done something to him, but he doesn’t want to think about it.

He really doesn’t want to think about it.

It happened without warning.

You only remember how angry Seungmin was. Everything else was a little blurry.

You don’t even know who threw the first punch. Shapes and shadows just seemed to move around you until a fight broke out.

The victim was from the Engineering department, though you don’t find the word victim befitting for someone like him. You don’t even know his name, just that he has a history for picking on people.

And it seemed today, you had fallen prey. You guess it just wasn’t your lucky day.

Though, if you think of the situation in whole, he definitely had worse luck than you.

Seungmin was locked and loaded behind gritted teeth and white knuckles when he threw a punch. And he was unforgiving with his hits.

“Seungmin, stop it.” Your voice comes out in a desperate plea, and as if a switch, he pulls himself off of the nameless Engineering boy.

“Fucking asshole.” Seungmin spits at him.

He surprises you with how cold he can speak. While you’ve always known that boys like him were a little more asshole-coded, you didn’t think he had it in his moral compass to defend you after having only shared not more than four conversations.

“Why would you do that? Seungmin, what the hell?”

You’re exasperated as you peel him away from the crime scene. He’d suffered a few blows you’re sure would bruise later, and his knuckles were bloody from his displays of violence earlier.

He’s speed walking ahead of you, doesn’t think he can look at you.

“Why didn’t you stand up for yourself? He had your camera.” His voice was significantly louder than it had been during your earlier conversations. You think it might be the first time he’s raised his voice at you.

His features, however, deeply contrast with the upset dripping from his voice. His face softens ridiculously fast when he turns back to look at you. And while his intentions send a soft nudge on your heart, you’re still upset at the predicament he’d willingly and intentionally put himself into.

“I didn’t need you to start a fight.” You sigh, tugging him by his arm after he’d stopped walking to direct his line of sight at you.

You continue the fleet-footed walk back to your dorm, dragging him with you.

“A thank you would be appreciated.” He grumbles from behind you, but makes no move to free his arm from your grip. Seungmin simply lets you drag him away.

“Stay there.” You sit him down just in front of your door before slipping into your little room. It takes no longer than two minutes before you’re back outside.

He’s still right where you left him. The only difference is he’s looking at you as if he’d been waiting for you to come out.

You make a move to crouch next to him.

There’s a first aid kit sitting between the two of you, a tub of water, among other things.

“How could you be so reckless?” You offer no warning when you take his hands, soaking them under the water and carefully washing the site of injury.

When you’re sure it’s clean, you turn to look at him. “You barely even know me, and you’re getting into fights.”

You’re clearly stressed, packing ice into a thin cloth while lecturing him under one breath. He doesn’t argue with you. Instead, he hyper fixates on the way you hold his hand—resting it on your thigh, applying light pressure on his bruise.

Your hand is warm, almost too warm against his. And he notices the same callouses he did that night you caught him smoking again. Yours with hard work, his with stubborn lament.

The action makes his face flush an embarrassing color. You don’t seem to notice. You’re too preoccupied being upset to even look him in the face.

“You better not do this again.”

In truth, Seungmin had probably suffered much worse than bruised knuckles. This, in comparison to all the previous fights he’d gotten himself into, was nothing. But it feels more significant than the rest.

His heart folds at how you’re taking care of him.

It was a curiously intimate thing for you to attempt to reduce the swelling with your makeshift cold compress. There’s an unidentifiable feeling in his heart he still doesn’t want to think about, but he knows there’s a subtle change in the air that he needs to address.

“He could’ve smashed years of your hard work.” He suddenly breaks the silence.

It triggers you to glance up, and you lock eyes with Seungmin once more. It looks like he’s rethinking whether he should continue talking.

Against his better judgment, he does. “He had your camera, and all I could think about was how devastated you would feel if he’d broken it.”

You blink a couple of times at his sudden confession. Moreso because he’d been observant enough to know the significance of that single piece of item. And maybe because he was looking at you a certain way.

He does that sometimes.

You don’t really know what to say to him, so you shift your focus back on his wounds. And when you’re sure there wasn’t any more damage, you let him go. “I’m done. You can go.”

A silence falls between you both before the boy climbs back on his feet while holding the cold compress you’d handed him. He takes a few tentative steps away.

“And Seungmin?”

He suddenly turns back at the interjection of your voice, looking at you with that same look from earlier, like you should know he’d do it again for you. It’s almost fond. And Seungmin hovers there, waiting.

You take the brief moment where his attention is on you to finally say the words that’d been brewing in your throat.

“Thank you.”

You’re trying so hard to keep your voice monotone. He’s trying so hard not to smile.

Seungmin’s been in front of you for almost ten minutes now.

It’d been almost a week since he’d gotten into a fight, and he has the gall to suddenly appear in front of you. In the student center during dinner, of all places.

“Hi.” It’s his fourth time uttering those words now, but it seems your attention is still on whatever the fuck poison they were serving for dinner.

“Talk to me. Hi.” He persists.

(“He likes her, for sure.” Hyunjin laughs from a few tables away.

There’s amusement in Chan’s eyes.

“Yeah, he definitely does.” The eldest smiles to himself.)

His attempts are fruitless. You are still drinking your soup, and he is still vying for your attention.

“You’re ignoring me.” Seungmin pouts. He actually pouts. “Are you still upset I started a fight?”

You don’t respond. If you were honest with yourself, you don’t know why you’re ignoring him either. Was it because you’d felt the slightest nudge in your feelings the last time you saw each other?

“Pretty girl.”

You stall before asking. “How’s your knuckles?”

He smiles. “Better. Will you stop ignoring me now?”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“If you want me to apologize, I won’t. I don’t feel regret for doing what I did. I’d rather his face smashed than your camera.”

There’s that nudge again. You didn’t want him to apologize either. A few days of mulling it over and the news of quiet in the Engineering department since his fight with Seungmin tells you enough that the benefits had outweighed the risks.

No more stories of students being taunted for doing absolutely nothing.

The boy in front of you clears his throat, trying to get your attention. “But, I’m willing to do anything else for you to stop ignoring me, or apologize for anything else.”

An idea flashes in your head.

“I know how you can make it up to me.” You say in lieu of a real response.

When you’d asked him for a favor, he’d gotten a little excited.

He’d thought it was somewhere along the lines of a date, like that crap he sees in movies. He didn’t think he’d have to model for a few shots in your portfolio.

“New piercing?” You ask, gesturing at your own lips to try and mirror the spot he’d gotten it. It’s silver and shiny, and definitely adds to the fuckboy appeal.

You shudder, you know your own parents would never agree to you doing the same.

“Like it?” Seungmin has the audacity to smirk, flaunting the silver on his lower lip. You simply roll your eyes.

(Though, the few seconds you spare to stare at it is enough judgment for him.

You lift your camera back up. “Alright. Just do whatever for now. Actually, maybe a hand in your pocket—yeah. That’s perfect.”

He does whatever the hell he can think of. And while most would’ve been embarrassed by now, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. If it meant you’d stop ignoring him, he’d do this a million times over.

“Stay in that position.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re being bossy.”

“Shut up.” You snap a shot, looking at the screen of your camera and smiling in contentment. You don’t give him the time to rest before you’re lifting it back up to eye-level.

And it goes on like that for a while. You use him to study lighting, and angles, and shadows, and forms.

Though, it’s a little difficult when he looks so damn attractive in everything. You might have a biased model. You’re afraid if you were to shoot him in shitty lighting, it would still turn out good.

“Alright.” You switch off your camera after flicking through the numerous shots you’d taken. “I think I’m done.”

“So, you’ll stop ignoring me now?”

He looks at you with everything so potently him when he’s with you.

“Uhuh.” You hum, letting your DSLR drop around your neck. He smiles victoriously.

None of you turn to leave.

You lament in the night air just a little longer, and Seungmin spends the time staring at you.

You suddenly turn to him. His gaze is a little too invasive not to notice. “What?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.” There’s something about the way he says it that makes you look away. You could swear you saw a tint of red on the tip of his ears.

“Among other girls, I presume.”

He exhales. “No. Just you.”

“Resident fuckboy Kim Seungmin thinking about just one girl?”

“Fuck you.” Though, there’s no spit in the way he says it. His heart warms at the thought of you feeling comfortable enough to joke around with him now, despite you still coining him a fuckboy. He supposes that one’s on him for years of tainted reputation.

Your half laugh at being cursed echoes in his mind, lingering more there than in the air.

“You’re acting strange tonight, Seungmin.”

“You make me act strange.” His voice softens even though he’s essentially putting the blame on you for the way he was acting. And he says it in a way that makes you think he’s waiting for you to say something, or to at least understand the intentions behind his words.

You don’t know how to respond though. He sounds a little too serious to just merely be fucking around with you, like you’ve heard he does.

“The boys are saying I’m getting soft.” Seungmin doesn’t sound like he’s waiting for your response, so you let him continue talking. “Ever since that first night I met you. What the fuck did you do to me?”

He meets your eyes.

“Will you say something?”

You attempt to flat out your nerves at how he’s baring himself vulnerable in front of you all of a sudden. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t grown fond of the boy after his multiple attempts at getting your attention, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t think it was just another one of his ploys to get into your pants.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“I’m acting like a damn puppy following you around everywhere. And I let you boss me around for pictures when I could be drinking with my friends right now.” He’s still eye-to-eye with you, and it’s scary the way honestly spills from his.

“Then go drink with your friends then. ‘M not forcing you to be here.”

You’re so fucking stubborn, and he tries to search for your eyes but you aren’t looking at him anymore. Yours are downcast somewhere, on the ground, on anywhere but his eyes.

“Look at me.” You don’t know why, but you instantly do. Maybe it was in the way he said it, almost desperate. “I don’t want to drink with my friends. I want to be here with you. Because I like you.”

You crack a slow smile at his words, and at the way he’s stripped himself in genuine softness in front of you. It wasn’t everyday you’d see Kim Seungmin like this.

“So don’t think I’d lie to you about that.” He’s pouting again, and you tease him for it.

You get on your toes, get a good look on his face and the pout that adorns it. “Are you upset I thought you were lying?”

“Fuck off. I’m just—” He can’t help but laugh, pushing you away from him lest he wants to suffer the consequences of kissing you without your permission. He wants you to like him back, and if he has to do it slowly, so be it.

“Just give me a chance.” Almost pleading.

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek. “Okay.”

“I understand if you—” He suddenly pauses. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

He stares at your lips, at the way it forms around the word, and he’s puzzled at how hot his face feels because he’s never been flustered like this. And he thinks his cheeks will start to burn if he doesn’t stop smiling. But he just can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’ve willingly given him a chance.

On your own autonomy.

“You won’t regret it.”

You don’t think you will.

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