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yuzuksi · 3 days ago

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✶ two times for the birthday bitch

summary ༝༚༝༚ … Happy birthday to you! Your best friends always knew how to plan you celebrations that you would remember for the rest of your life, and the year you turned twenty wasn't any different.

one-shot ! ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა ۫ ੭̲ haobin x 𝓯!reader ⊹ 𝔀c 4152 ( library )

爱 ࿁ ⠀ ˚⠀ warnings … unprotected p in v sex, effiel tower position, oral (f & m receiving), squirting, creampies & swallowing, food play (frosting), nipple play, teasing in public, mentions of marathon sex, implied overstimulation, pent-up tension between best friends, mxm content (kissing), the boys spoil you BAD, implications of a poly relationship, not proofread 18+ MDNI

✉️ yay a full fic! it's been a while since I've posted one of these... n e ways, my birthday was yesterday (the 7th) so this is an indulgent piece for me with my two fav idols <3

You’d never been one to make a big deal about your birthday until Hanbin and Hao. Even now, with them as your best friends, it was never you who asked for significant events or large celebrations when it came to the day you were born–it was things they did simply because they loved you. And this year was proving not to be any different. The two of them had spent the previous night at your apartment, awakening you from your sleep as soon as the clock had hit midnight (they had wanted to be the first ones to wish you happy birthday) and once you woke up again, it was much later than your alarm was supposed to go off.

“We got your boss to let you have the day off,” Hanbin had mumbled to you as he remained cuddled into your side. You had still been half asleep, bed warm from housing your three bodies for the expanse of the night, and the mid-morning light cast a glow throughout your bedroom that wasn’t harsh on your eyes. It was your favorite day to wake up. “Can’t have our girl spending her birthday at her boring job.”

You had wanted to protest. Wanted to say that even if it was your birthday, it wasn’t an excuse to skip out on making money. But then your brain, still foggy with rest, remembered just how many sick days you had left and figured it would be fine to listen to your best friends and take the day off. Plus, hearing Hanbin refer to you as their girl made it worth it as well. Your relationship with them was difficult to describe. You were each the best part of the other’s life. The reason to be happy. Parts of a mirror reflected on each other. There were no labels on your relationship, but you all knew that you were in love with the other two. Maybe soulmates was the best word for the three of you.

You rolled over in bed, tucking yourself into Hanbin’s chest as he lifted his arms to wrap around your upper half in a way that was more comfortable for you both. His scent never failed to consume you–the mix of a powdery, soft warmth that was somehow cold at the same time. One of your definitions of comfort, without a doubt.

“What plans did you and Hao make f’me today?” you slur quietly, mouth pressed against the skin of his neck. You know it wasn’t your imagination when a small shudder passed through him. He played it off though, one hand coming up to try and tame some of your hair that was messy from sleeping.

“Why would I tell you though, hmm? Wouldn’t that ruin the surprise?” Hanbin was teasing you, he knew you disliked surprises. You groaned, the sound vibrating against the sensitive nerves of his neck, causing a laugh to escape him. “Fine, fine…” He shifted against you, propping himself up on one of his elbows against your satin pillowcase as you lay back down against the bed. The sight of his eyes looking at you with such warmth makes your heart ache with affection, similar to how his pupils dilate; you’re sure your heart increased in size when you looked at him. “Hao’s getting you breakfast right now, and then we’re gonna hang out here for a little. We’re gonna take you shopping in Cheongdam-dong and then we have a reservation at your favorite pottery place… We booked dinner at your favorite restaurant, and when we come back to yours, we’ll have a little party.”

They made a big deal out of your birthday, but you’d grown to love that as much as they did.

That much was clear as Hao returned to bed with a brown paper bag consisting of all of your favorite pastries from your preferred bakery that was right across the street from your apartment. They knew that you liked to have your space to yourself while eating, so Hao had found his way into Hanbin’s arms as you helped yourself to all of the delicious goodies he’d brought you. And after, the eldest out of the three of you leaned over, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Happy birthday.” You could practically taste the buttered dough of the croissant he’d eaten.

If you had it your way, you’d spend every morning like this one: with the two people you loved the most, watching as Hanbin fed Hao bites as you lounged in your bed until the clock ticked past 11 a.m. Hanbin, always the one to keep you both on schedule, was finally able to coax you and Hao out of bed shortly after the last pastry was eaten. You’d all gotten ready together, Hao having to practically fight Hanbin off of you to be able to do your skincare for you, before you got dressed. They might as well have begged to pick out your outfit for you, but you had denied their request (only with a promise for them to dress you for dinner). And dressed in your favorite sweater and a cute miniskirt to match, Hanbin had tied your shoes for you and they’d led you out of your apartment.

You knew for a fact that they had already bought you presents. So you weren’t really sure why it seemed like they had challenged each other to see who could spend the most money on you. It had started relatively small–Hapa Kristin, Acne Studios, and Olive Young, but now, they were debating over which Saint Laurent dress would match best with the Cartier pieces they’d just bought for you. A small sigh leaves you as you sit on one of the velvet couches in the changing room.

“I like the black one more,” Hao protests, referencing the long silk dress with the dark color. The open back was pretty and it fit your body beautifully, so you wouldn’t have been upset if they’d gotten it for you. But Hanbin points towards the dress you’re wearing now.

“This color looks good with her skin, though.” The beige dress you’re wearing is the same fabric as the black one Hao is talking about, and the shape is similar. Hanbin looks to you, “You pick. It’s your birthday.”

You think for a moment. There was something about the black one that made you feel, well, sexy. And when you pictured attending dinner with Hanbin and Hao later, that’s how you wanted them to see you–sexy enough to finally make a move. “The black one.”

As you walk into the fancy restaurant later that evening, that’s exactly how you feel. Especially with the two hottest men you’ve ever seen on each arm. After Hanbin pulls the chair out for you to sit, Hao orders some kind of white château wine that the three of you begin to drink instantly after putting in your requests for food as well.

“What would I do without both of you?” you muse as you sip at your wine. Hao reaches over, brushing a strand of your curled hair out of the way of the simple yet elegant Cartier necklace they’d bought you that day.

“Probably be coming home from work.”

You roll your eyes at Hao’s words, suppressing a small laugh. But when his fingers brush against the bare skin just above your chest, you shudder softly. You’d lost count of how many presents they’d gotten you today, but you wanted to be greedy. You wanted more. Specifically, you wanted them. So, you set your wine glass down, one of your hands going under the table to rest on Hao’s thigh. The corners of Hanbin’s mouth turn down a little and his eyebrows furrow as he watches Hao tense up.

“Do we have anything planned after dinner?” Your hand rubs against the soft material of the slacks Hao’s wearing. Almost up to his dick, and then back down to basically his knee before your fingers could brush his crotch. “You guys didn’t plan a whole surprise party, did you?”

“Nope, we learned from last year,” Hanbin says, his eyes staying on Hao as the older man’s lashes flutter. You squeeze his thigh, making Hao’s eyes widen briefly. “Are you okay, hyung?”

“I’m fine,” Hao mumbles before his hand grabs yours under the table. You smirk a little, thinking he’s going to push it away, only for his hand to guide yours to feel his hard-on. It’s your eyes that widen this time. When you try to pull your hand away, Hao just grips it harder, pressing it against the bulge in his pants. “Better than fine, actually.”

“Alright…” Hanbin trails off, still glancing between the two of you. You’re sure your face is at least a shade darker than usual, and suddenly, you’re grateful for the dim lighting in this restaurant.

You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself. “So we’re just going back to mine after dinner?”

Hanbin hums in agreement. “We have one more present for you.” You don’t miss the way the corners of Hao’s mouth twitch into a smile at Hanbin’s words. When he finally lets your hand go, you know the night is far from over.

By the time you return to your apartment, your body is practically thrumming with need.

Hao, being the tease he is, had proceeded to mess with you for the rest of dinner. Rich words whispered in your ear that made the tension in you increase as Hao’s hand tangled in the silk material of your dress. Every now and then, he would’ve scrunched it a little, his touch still burning even through your clothes. And now, with Hanbin’s hand on your exposed lower back, there was a need in you that was only growing by the minute.

You try to distract yourself, though, as Hao passes by you and Hanbin in the entryway of your apartment, the younger beginning to usher you in the familiar direction of your bedroom. “One more present?” you ask, Hanbin’s pinky brushing against where the dress meets your lower spine. The open back made you unable to wear a bra with this dress, and the scoop was so deep that it almost exposed the top of your underwear.

Hao pushes the door to your bedroom open, only one of your bedside table lamps on from when you were getting ready for bed earlier, casting a golden glow throughout the room. Your bed was still unmade from this morning, and the scene was so cozy that part of you just wanted to lie down and sleep after such a day. But the other part of you–the throbbing between your legs, said otherwise.

“One more present. You can sit down, YNie, I’ll go get it.” With that, Hanbin quietly leaves your room as you sit on the edge of your bed. Hao’s quick to stand in front of you.

You trace your eyes up his frame–how good he looks in those black slacks with the matching jacket, how his hair’s slightly ruffled. How he’s still hard. “D’you win your little bet with Binnie today?” Hao doesn’t say anything, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you as he begins to remove your heels.

“Of course I won. Only wish that Hanbin would’ve let me get something for him too.” You hum softly as one shoe comes off, and Hao’s fingers massage the arch of your foot to relax it after walking around in heels all night. “I think I won whatever game you were playing at dinner too.”

Your heartbeat quickens in your chest. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hao’s plump lips are in the shape of a tiny grin at how you’re acting coy. “Dinner was amazing. The food was great as always.” Hao chuckles at this, slipping your other heel off.

“You’re just asking for it now–”

Hao’s cut off as Hanbin carefully opens the door to your bedroom again, and in his hands, one of the prettiest birthday cakes you’ve ever seen with glowing candles lit on the surface. Your heart softens immediately at the sight, whatever teasing you’d been engaging in with Hao fading. This was probably the most intimate you’d ever been with them. “Happy birthday,” Hanbin whispers as he moves to sit next to you on your bed. “Make a wish.”

You’re quiet for a moment, closing your eyes as you pretend to think of a wish. But you know what you want. You open your eyes, taking a deep breath before blowing the candles all in one go with only one thought in your mind: Let me be theirs and let them be mine. Officially.

Hao cheers softly for you as Hanbin laughs. You can’t help but smile as well. Best. Birthday. Ever.

“It’s red velvet. Your favorite,” Hanbin says, taking the cake from your hands as Hao waves a hand over the smoke unfurling from the candles. A spark of excitement goes through you.

“You guys are literally the best…” You glance at Hanbin’s hands. “But, um, how are we gonna eat it?” An expression of realization passes over his face.

“Ah, I– forgot the plates and stuff in the kitchen.”

That doesn’t stop Hao, though. He reaches across your lap, smudging his finger through the whipped frosting on one side of the cake and holding it up to your lips. You look at him, that charged energy from earlier slowly returning to your veins.

“Go ahead.”

Maintaining eye contact with him, you take hold of his wrist, guiding his finger into your mouth. Sweetness from the frosting explodes on your taste buds, and underneath, the skin of Hao’s finger is soft and almost as sugary as the cream. You swirl your tongue around the digit before slowly pulling it out of your mouth. “Delicious.”

Hanbin’s there before you can even process it, smearing frosting across your bottom lip before his lips are crashing against yours. Distantly, you know he’s handing the cake off to Hao to put on your bedside table, but you couldn’t care less about the dessert anymore. You can feel all of the pent-up emotion in the kiss–the longing, the tension, the love. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, licking the frosting off before entering your mouth again to tangle with yours. A small noise escapes you as his hands find your waist, gripping onto the dress they’d bought for you as Hanbin guides you to lie back.

When Hao’s lips find your neck, you’re practically moaning into Hanbin’s mouth.

There had been a few kisses throughout the years between the three of you. Of course there were; it was bound to happen, considering you’d all been in love with each other since you met. Tension had always been a staple in your relationship, especially when you were all under the influence. But now you were grateful for the practice because, as a result, you knew exactly how each of them liked to be kissed. Plus, you had a feeling that after tonight, though, you’d be getting your birthday wish.

Hanbin finally pulls away, panting softly as he watches you tilt your head back to give Hao more room to lightly suck the sensitive skin of your neck. The sounds you’re making already have a feeling akin to obsession growing in his gut, if that were possible. Hanbin reaches around Hao, carefully pulling his jacket off his shoulders and tossing it onto the floor before he begins unbuttoning the older man’s shirt from behind as your body writhes against the bed. Your thighs rub together desperate for friction against your clit, and one of Hao’s hands comes up to force them apart.

He only pulls away from you when Hanbin tugs at the collar of his shirt, taking it off of Hao just like he had with his jacket. It feels like whatever breath is left in your lungs is stolen from you as Hao turns his head to kiss Hanbin. You never thought the sight could be so erotic. Of course you’d imagined it before, but this was so much better than any of your fantasies. You sit up a little, removing your arms from the straps of your dress to free your breasts. At some point during their kiss, Hao had gotten Hanbin out of his top too.

Eventually, they separate as well, turning their attention back to you as you lie back again.

“Look at you…” Hanbin breaths as he settles on your left side and Hao on your right. Almost tentatively, his thumb brushes over one of your nipples–both of the nubs already tight and sensitive with arousal. “We’re sorry we kept you waiting so long for us, pretty. We’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

You can only nod in agreement as two of Hao’s fingers capture your right nipple, rolling it between them gently. Enough to give you the sensation you’d been craving for, but not enough for relief. “Hyung,” Hanbin whispers as he lies next to you, mouthing at the top of your breasts. “Wanna get some more of that cake?”

And then, after a moment, more of the frosting is spread over your body. This time, over your right nipple, only for Hao to cover the nerves with his mouth immediately after, sucking the bud in a way that has your back arching off the bed with a loud gasp of his name. “Oh!” One of Hanbin’s arms wraps around your waist in a gesture that’s both meant to be comforting and as a way to keep you still. The feeling of both of their tongues working over your tits has your pussy clenching around nothing, an absurd amount of wetness gathering in your underwear.

Hao begins to kiss his way down your body, his fingers leaving the whipped frosting from your birthday cake behind for Hanbin to lick up with his tongue. You’re practically trembling beneath them as Hao’s fingers tuck into your dress and your underwear, slowly pulling them down at the same time. When you’re finally bare for them, they can’t help but stare at the apex between your legs for a moment, making your face flush.

“Please–”

“Don’t have to beg, darling, it’s your birthday after all,” Hao interjects, his pointer finger gliding smoothly over your sopping, swollen clit, making you gasp sharply. “Just trying to decide what we should do first.”

But it seems like Hanbin already has an idea as he gestures for Hao to settle between your legs. Only for him to copy the action as well. Your legs are stretched wide over their shoulders, accommodating room for the two of them, and the sight of them looking up at you has you hiding your face in your hands. Hanbin chuckles, reaching up to pull your hands away.

“None of that.” And Hao presses a kiss to your inner thigh before both of them dive in. And if you thought both of their tongues on your tits felt good–this was heaven. You’re honestly not sure how you’re able to last more than a few seconds as Hao occupies himself with your clit, rolling the bud around with the tip of his tongue, causing your hole to leak some of your juices out onto Hanbin’s waiting tongue. Merely teasing you before his tongue pushes inside of you. All of it is sloppy: how wet you are, how you’re still trying to squirm under them and their ministrations, how you can’t decide where to put your hands. But them? They’re perfect as always, working together with a teamwork only the three of you seem to share.

“C-Close!” you call out only after a few minutes, but how were you supposed to hold on longer than that? These were the two men you’d been in love with for years eating you out like your cunt was the birthday cake that was somewhere nearby. And fuck it, it was your birthday. You could have whatever you wanted. With a final cry of both of their names, gushes of your release are squirting onto their faces, and Hanbin and Hao are more than happy to lap it all up.

You barely have time to catch your breath before they’re flipping you over and Hao’s taking the spot in front of you on his knees. Your arms feel weak under you as you do your best to hold yourself up, but with the aftershocks of your orgasm going through you, it’s difficult. Behind you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle, and you can only assume that Hanbin’s removing his pants. Hao looks down at you. You pout up at him.

“You’re gonna make me do it?”

“Of course I am, darling. Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I’m going to unwrap every present for you.”

So, you remove the rest of Hao’s clothing as Hanbin settles behind you, his hands pulling your hips up so you can feel his thick, hard length sliding along your slippery folds. The sensation already has you moaning. That, along with the sight of Hao’s pretty, long dick in front of your face. You jerk him off a little, his eyes falling shut as his full, pink lips part a little. You smirk a little. They’re the same shade as the tip of his cock.

“Take a deep breath f’me,” Hanbin instructs behind you, and you listen, only to feel like your cunt is being practically split in half.

“H-Hanbin!” He shushes you softly, holding himself still as he lets your body adjust to taking him. You can feel everything. Every vein and every twitch as your cunt sucks him in greedily. To try and quiet yourself, you open your mouth to finally let Hao push into your mouth.

The weight of him on your tongue is incredible, and the taste of him has you pushing your hips back towards where you’re impaled on Hanbin’s dick even if you’re not fully adjusted yet. You’d been waiting for them for years. You didn’t want to take anymore time for them to fuck you. Thankfully, Hanbin seems to get the message as his hips rock forward, setting a slow pace that’s deep enough to have your head spinning.

One of your hands wraps around the part of Hao you can’t fit in your mouth. Hanbin may have had the thickness, but Hao certainly had the length. Relaxing your jaw and doing your best to remember to breathe through your nose, you look up at Hao to silently communicate with him to use you. And the message is most definitely received with the way his hands tangle into your once perfectly styled hair, rocking his hips towards your mouth in the same way Hanbin takes you from behind.

This seemed too good to be true–having them on both sides, fulfilling everything you’ve ever wanted (including your pussy). But it was real. That much was clear with how quickly you were already heading towards the edge again. You cry out around Hao’s dick, sweat clinging to your skin as the sounds of your messy pussy fill your bedroom, something strangely satisfying. You feel stuffed to the brim, Hanbin’s dick forcing your gummy walls to mold to the shape of his heavy cock as Hao fills your throat. Yeah, this was heaven.

Hao groans above you, being much louder than Hanbin, whose hands are going to leave bruises with how tightly they’re gripping your hips. “Come on, birthday girl. Give us another one,” Hanbin pants. Your hand had long left the base of Hao’s dick, opting to scratch at his thighs as your thoughts slowly left you–your brain fuzzy and too fucked out to do anything but take it.

With another muffled whine, you’re cumming on Hanbin’s dick, triggering both of their orgasms as well. Hao’s, from the way the vibrations of your throat felt around him, and Hanbin’s, from your walls clenching down on him like you were trying to milk him of everything he was worth. The sounds of their orgasms fill the room just like the sounds of fucking, and when Hao pulls out of your mouth, you weakly swallow what seed hadn’t been shot straight down your throat.

They give you a moment to catch your breath before you’re speaking up, voice scratchy and quiet. “Best birthday ever.” Hanbin chuckles behind you, giving your ass a small pat.

“Yeah, yeah, we love you too.” You hum happily at that, feeling wholly satisfied as your eyes begin to fall shut. Hands hold onto your shoulders, pushing your back up against Hanbin’s chest, but you don’t think anything of it until you feel the tip of Hao’s dick brush against where Hanbin’s still nestled inside of you.

“Which one is that… two? Got a few more left, baby, gotta get to the number you turned today.”

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yuzuksi · 4 days ago

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WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME ?

genre. fluff. warnings. gunwook's a lil tease and lots of kissing. mention of superman gunwook cosplay (very much needs a warning). pairing. gunwook x fem!reader. wc. 739. request. no. a/n. we did it guys we're finally writing for zb1???? i never thought this day would come 😔

“Ugh, get off me.” You groaned, attempting to shove your boyfriend off of you, but failing miserably. Gunwook seemed deaf to your plea, and only tightened his grip on you, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“No, I’m tired and you’re comfortable.”

You let out a loud over dramatic sigh, glancing down at your boyfriend who easily covered your entire body. He was significantly taller than you.

“Do you have to lie right on top of me?” You asked quietly, sneaking a hand into his hair since you had such easy access.

“Yes.” He mumbled into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Minutes passed by in silence as you continued to scroll through your phone, making peace with the situation. Gunwook seemed a little too quiet, though, and you looked back down at him. He was all curled up comfortably on top of you, legs tangled with yours, arms tightly holding onto your waist. He looked so peaceful.

“Are you asleep?” You whispered, poking his cheek. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip on you and shaking his head.

“Not yet.” He lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with you before winking smoothly, which made you scoff and look back to your phone.

He frowned, “Why are you ignoring me? You’re probably just going to go watch edits even though your boyfriend is right here.” He complained. His former tiredness seemed to have slipped away.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He insisted, “You were watching them earlier. You even searched them up.”

“I did not! They just show up on my feed.” You knew that you would ultimately lose in this battle, but you were determined to defend yourself for as long as possible. The truth was you had been watching edits of Gunwook on purpose, but who was to blame you? He was the one who had dressed up as Superman after all.

“It showed up because you’ve searched for them before.” He giggled against your neck. Your lips tugged upwards just slightly, endeared by his every mannerism. But you wouldn’t give up this easily. Gunwook had you wrapped around his finger, but your pride was still at stake.

“I only watch them because you would sulk if I scrolled past them. They’re not even that good.” You rolled your eyes to further sell your disinterest in the topic.

“I saw your saved folder.” He whispered, mouth right next to your ear, practically kissing it. Your eyes widened as your fingers slipped and your phone dropped. It landed on Gunwook’s back, and he let out a small “ow”. You had no time to apologise verbally, only rubbing your hand quickly over the spot your phone had hit.

“You did not see the folder!” You panicked, trying harder again to push him off of you. You cursed him in your mind for being so dedicated to building muscle at the gym with Matthew. He was too heavy for you to even budge.

“Just admit you like watching the edits, and I’ll get off.” His lips lifted in a mischievous smile.

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut as you mulled over your two options. Continue to deny and keep your pride, or admit to it and endure his teasing.

“Fine. I guess I do occasionally watch them.” You confessed, rolling your eyes as he let out a satisfied giggle.

“There. Was that so hard?” He beamed at you, finally crawling off your body to lie down on the other side of the bed.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, rolling to your side, facing away from him. You had about 30 seconds of peace before you heard the sheets rustling as Gunwook scooted over to you again, lying his head down on the pillow as close to you as possible.

“Go away.” You urged, keeping your attention off of him for as long as possible— which was extremely hard, especially when you could still smell the shampoo on his hair from his shower earlier.

“Never.” He vowed, an annoyingly cute giggle escaping his lips and breaking every ounce of your willpower to continue to ignore him. You turned around, not wasting a second before peppering kisses all over his face. His laughter was uncontrollable and extremely contagious, and soon, you ended up on top of him, collapsed from your attack of kisses. You hugged his waist and buried your head in his chest, mirroring the exact same position he had been in minutes before.

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yuzuksi · 4 days ago

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necklace with the engraving "love comes as a surprise" gifted to hanbin by hao

#lins haobin heart

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yuzuksi · 5 days ago

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₊˚.༄ ginger tea - sung hanbin

this is very self indulgent because i was sick last week too :(( i can never keep sickfics short and sweet because i'm a sucker for whump, this is very soft whump though ! my writing's still a bit rusty but it's getting better (i hope). also, i'm still not sure about the layout for my posts so i'm trying out different things, i'll stick to one layout eventually!

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↬hanbin x gn!reader ↬2054 words ↬fluff, soft angst, one shot ↬tw: mentions of vomit, a little bit whumpy, not proofread

your muscles were aching, your head pounding like a bass drum and you could barely breathe with your stuffy nose. you had to be in class in an hour but getting out of bed was a daunting mission.

you rolled over, clinging to the warmth of your bed, hoping a few more minutes might work a magic fix. and, before you knew it, you were out like a light.

you’re woken up two hours later by the sound of your phone ringing.

"hey, where are you sweetheart?" you picked up the phone without even checking the caller. once you recognize the familiar voice, you immediately snap into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"oh my god, bin, i’m so sorry i overslept," you confess. you hear background chatter and figure hanbin is already at the coffee shop for your study date. he promised to help you with your finals, despite his busy schedule.

hanbin's voice carries genuine concern. "it’s okay, your voice sounds tired, are you feeling alright?"

“i’m okay," you hesitantly admit, "just feeling a bit under the weather. i'm so sorry for making you wait."

you downplay your ailment, though you can never fully deceive hanbin; his perceptive nature sees through your attempt to minimize the situation. the guilt starts settles in.

"It’s alright, i'm coming over," he reassures you with his signature comforting tone. there's not a single trace of annoyance in his voice, even though he's been patiently waiting for you for the past thirty minutes.

"no! it's okay. I know you're busy, and you made time for me to help with studying, and—" you start to babble, but hanbin interrupts with a soft chuckle.

"my schedule's never too packed for you. plus, it gives me an excuse to escape practice." he speaks in that sing-songy voice you adore, prompting a genuine smile from you.

"well, in that case, i'm glad i could rescue you from the clutches of boredom."

he laughs, "exactly. I’m bringing some medication, tea and cuddles."

true to his word, a few minutes later, there's a gentle knock on your door. you’re greeted with a bear hug and whisker dimples.

“how are you feeling beautiful ?” you can't help but grimace at the pet name, your hair's a mess, you’re pretty sure there’s a toothpaste stain on your sweatshirt, and the fever's turned you into a bit of a sweat machine.

"i look awful," you grumble, stealing a quick glance at your reflection in the small corridor mirror. hanbin's eyebrows furrow, he's quick to interrupt your self-critique.

"you always look beautiful to me," he adds, a reassuring smile accompanying his words. he then, presses his palm against your forehead, seamlessly slipping into concerned-mom-mode. his eyes pop wide, and his lips pull a total 'o' move – the classic hanbin surprise face.

"you're burning up!" he exclaims, guiding you to the couch with a gentle urgency, concerned that standing might tire you out even more. your dizziness was palpable; even reaching the front door felt like a monumental effort.

"did you eat something since this morning?" hanbin questions while putting the grocery bags on the kitchen island, his focus shifting to the small pharmacy bag.

"no, i felt too nauseous," you admit, your voice laced with a hint of shame.

he pauses, worry etched across his features, but he swiftly transforms it into a warm beam, the last thing he wants is to make you feel bad. "no worries, love. let's get you cozy first,"

he disappears into your room, returning with a fluffy blanket and a pile of cushions. he arranges the cushions, making sure they cradle you just right. the blanket, soft and inviting, is draped over you, and he tucks its edges gently, creating a cozy nest.

you can't help but admire his simple yet caring gestures. there's a warmth in his eyes, a quiet assurance that makes you feel secure.

"better?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“yes, thanks bin, you're an angel” you grab his hand, trying to convey your appreciation as best as you can — can’t risk a kiss in your current state. hanbin takes your hand in his, and kisses each of your knuckles softly, you feel like your heart might explode. in moments like these, you wonder how you got this lucky.

“no need to thank me, now, you need to take your medication…" he makes his way to the kitchen and rummages through the grocery bags, revealing an array of medicine.

he hands you a cup of water along with a few pills and another cup filled with a suspiciously white liquid. "i know it looks like a lot, but the pharmacist promised it should work wonders,"

you nod reluctantly, eyeing the medicine-filled cup. you take a sip of the chalky liquid, the taste makes your face scrunch up in immediate disgust.

"ugh, it's gross," you whine, hanbin chuckles at your distaste.

"you did it! now, the water to wash away the icky aftertaste," he hands you the water with an encouraging smile. "bottoms up!”

you manage a small grin, appreciating his encouragement, and with a final gulp, you conquer the medicine ordeal.

"now, about the nausea, how about a little snack, you can’t take more medicine on an empty stomach" hanbin suggests, you manage a weak nod, grateful for his attention. as he heads back to the kitchen, you can't shake the lingering discomfort; the idea of ingesting any food makes you feel even more nauseous but you don’t want to discourage your boyfriend.

he returns with a plate of crackers and slices of apple, “you don’t have to finish it all,” he hands you the fork with an encouraging nod then turns on the TV and puts on your comfort show, in the hopes that having distraction will make it easier for your stomach to handle the meal.

hanbin watches you eat with a mix of hope and concern, his eyes searching for signs of improvement. after a few bites, your stomach rumbles, and you reluctantly set down your fork. he doesn't want to force you to eat but on the other hand that the lack of nutrition might make you feel worse.

"just one more bite, okay?" hanbin insists, his voice soft. instead of waiting for your response, he picks up a piece of apple and brings it to your lips, offering it with a reassuring smile. "small bites. we'll take it slow."

you take a deep breath before taking another miniscule bite, but as hanbin's hopeful gaze meets yours, the nausea suddenly intensifies. without warning, you get up abruptly, rushing to the bathroom as your stomach rebels. your boyfriend follows, concern etched on his face. you wish he didn’t but he holds your hair gently as you vomit, the sound echoing in the small space.

“i'm so sorry," each retch is accompanied by a twinge of shame, intensified by the fact that fever has left you a bit delirious. you can't help but shed a few tears. yet, through it all, hanbin remains unwaveringly calm and gentle, rubbing your back soothingly.

"shh, it's okay” he repeats, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. he stays by your side, offering comfort as you navigate through this less-than-pleasant moment. as you finish, he helps you rinse your mouth, his touch gentle against the fatigue and fever.

guiding you back to the living room, he reassures, "take your time," and tucks you under the blanket. "if you're not up for eating, we can try again later."

you stare at his expression, he looks even more concerned than before, and you're not sure why but an odd inclination to cry takes hold. maybe it's because hanbin is right here, taking care of you, even handling the less glamorous parts without seeming annoyed or bothered in the slighest. your thoughts became a muddled blend of exhaustion, an overwhelming swell of gratitude, and an uneasy undercurrent of guilt,

as you struggled to fend off the fever-induced haze in your mind, you hadn't noticed hanbin quietly settling beside you, extending a glass of water. "small sips,"

you accept the glass, your body still tense from the earlier ordeal. "i'm sorry," you repeat while trying to supress the sob that threatens to escape your lips.

"hey, don't be sorry," he says, wiping away a tear with a tenderness that melts the tension, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "i'm the one who made you eat when you didn't feel like it. we'll take it one step at a time, okay?" his soothing voice intensifies your emotions, and you find yourself shedding a few more tears, feeling extra awful with your scratchy throat and stuffy nose.

being the empath that he is, hanbin seems on the brink of tears himself, but he doesn't succumb. instead, he gently rubs your back and strokes your hair, humming your favorite songs in an attempt to help you calm down.

"think you need some sleep," he whispers after a few minutes. you nod weakly, and he helps you shift into a more comfortable position, fluffing the pillows and adjusting the blankets.

"anything hurting?" he asks while tucking you in, his fingers gently ensuring the edges of the blankets cocoon you snugly.

"my whole body is aching," you murmur, the exhaustion evident in your voice. moments later, hanbin returns from the kitched with warm heat packs, their comforting weight carefully arranged on your body. as he tends to you, the furrow on his brow and his careful, deliberate movements betray the emotional toll it takes on him to witness you in discomfort. he refrains from asking more questions, not wanting to exhaust you or burden you; he still feels a bit guilty from the ealier nausea ordeal.

before he even gets the chance to check on you again, you've already drifted off to sleep. when you slowly open your eyes two hours later, hanbin is still hovering over you, changing the wet cloth on your forehead with a fresh, cool one.

"hey sleepyhead, feeling better?" he asks, gently stroking your cheek. you nod slowly, his cool hand soothing your warm face.

now that your mind is clearer and the fever has gone down, you feel the shame settle in — you've never been this vulnerable in front of hanbin, you know he doesn't mind taking care of you but you feel sorry nonetheless.

"thank you again, for taking care of me, i was a complete mess earlier," you shyly blurt out.

"it's what i'm here for my love," in response, he graces you with that infectious smile, reminiscent of fluffy clouds and blooming spring flowers.

hanbin leaves your side momentarily but returns with a steaming mug of ginger tea, its comforting aroma filling the room.

"here, this might help you feel even better," he says, handing you the mug. the warmth of the tea and his comforting presence start to chase away the stiffness in your body.

hanbin settles down beside you, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace.

"You know," he starts with a mischievous glint in his eye, "you owe me. i've been exposed to your germs," you chuckle and hanbin's relieved to see you laugh.

"i don't mind as long as I get to cuddle you like this," you say, sinking deeper into the embrace.

"even when I'm all sweaty?"

"you did it for me, i don't see why i wouldn't do it for you," you say, your tone light but filled with genuine affection.

hanbin seems a bit taken aback by your response. even though he spends his time taking care of the people around him, accepting the same level of care from others has always been a bit challenging for him. it's as if he fears it might compromise his dependable attitude. however, ever since you started dating, he's been gradually getting used to the idea and the same goes for you — taking care of each other even in the messiest moments felt more natural.

"you've got yourself a deal. just promise you won't judge the sweaty, sickly version of me too harshly."

you playfully roll your eyes, "bring it on, i'm ready for it warts and all,"

with a smirk, he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'll hold you to that."

#lin.shb #lin loves comfort

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yuzuksi · 6 days ago

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yes youd be on my mind ! -

sung hanbin bf!text

WHAT?- random hanbin and reader text :p

WHEN?-just silliness ^_^, some petnames

WHO? - a/n ilovehanbinsmwordscannotdescribehsjsjsjsnsnsnsn

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yuzuksi · 6 days ago

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YOU WONDER WHY IM BITTER? | ZB1

WHAT? - you wonder why im bitter trend with zb1, if your confused search up “you wonder why im bitter” on tiktok :)

WHO ! - (a/n) very unfortunate day 4 me today

JIWOONG

you were the first person i imagined my life with

(you wonder why im bitter?)

ZHANGHAO

you were the person i broke my rules for

(you wonder why im bitter?)

HANBIN

you were the person i defended even when people said you were bad for me

(you wonder why im bitter?)

MATTHEW

you were the person i brought you back to meet my family

(you wonder why im bitter?)

TAERAE

you were the first person who i carved their initials into my guitar for

(you wonder im bitter?)

RICKY

you were the first person i let my guard down to

(you wonder why im bitter?)

GYUVIN

you were the first person to make me feel like a first choice

(you wonder why im bitter?)

GUNWOOK

you were the first person who i gave my jersey to wear at my soccer game

(you wonder why im bitter?)

YUJIN

(platonic)

you were the first person i opened up to

(you wonder why im bitter?)

#lin.zb1

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yuzuksi · 6 days ago

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SAMEE ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THEM TOO OMG

türk zerose!!

HAIIII

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yuzuksi · 7 days ago

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HII ITS FINE I DONT MIND HAHAHHSHH

türk zerose!!

HAIIII

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yuzuksi · 7 days ago

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“bl name?” and it’s fuckass zerobaseone

#zhanghao and ricky look so happy #im crying #they look like theyre kissing from this angle #lin.smh #lin.pgw

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yuzuksi · 9 days ago

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crosswalks in my mind are shaky, so please hold on tight

pairings: sungchan x yn genre: angst.... missed chances.... all the works...yada yada... wc: 1565 words summary: sungchan writes a letter to YN, reflecting on their relationship and what could have been.

Dear YN,

I am sitting here at your favourite bench by the park that we used to walk in daily 10 years ago. All I can hear now is the shrilling drills of construction because they are repurposing this space for something else. I can hear your voice — or at least, the memorised voice of you in my head — bemoaning the construction if you were here, and how you’d threaten to write to the authorities to stop this construction from going ahead. And I'd sit here and listen to you, like I always do. No matter how ridiculous you sounded. If they keep changing this park, will our memories fade with it or will the stain on this bench from your orange juice 9 years ago still conjure the same you that I fell in love with?

You chose this bench because it is right next to a bright red postbox. “That way you’ll never get lost when finding me here. Oh, and I like red.” Yes. It was your favourite colour but you did not have to tell me because everything you owned was the shade of crimson that flooded my cheeks whenever you were even an inch closer to me. And now I am writing this letter, next to your chosen postbox, 10 years down the road, addressing you in hopes of letting you know how I truly felt. Whether I will end up dropping this piece of paper into the slot, is another question altogether.

When you called me a few months back, I left an important meeting just to hear the inflection in your voice again. The same old voice that reverberated my very being, but with a tinge of maturity that kept me on the edge. You called me to invite me to your wedding. “Oh, congratulations.” was all I remembered saying. Honestly, I did not know what else I was expecting to hear from you, given that we’ve not spoken in over a year. Was I expecting you to tell me that you wanted to rewind back to 8 years ago and that you saw the spark in my eye that one night we were out here, sitting on this bench? Or that you missed the irritating way that my voice’s pitch changed when I am talking to you? I told you that I could not make it for the wedding because there’s an important meeting keeping me in town. I did not tell you that it was because I could not bear to watch you look at Anton today, up in that altar, with the same glistening sheen of your eyes that you once looked at me with. With that same smile that I see everywhere around me now: in the seashells, in the park bends, and in the curve of a tree branch. While you walk down that altar, I pace around this rerouted park, my paths endlessly blocked by stupid red tape. And there is no one else to blame here but me.

“Walking is poetic,” you told me. That was how we came to our daily walking ritual back when our lives revolved around crack of dawn lectures and midnight trances from energy drinks. “It’ll help with your writing, I promise you.” I had to go. Not because I was a subpar creative writing major with a waning motivation for my art, but because it was you. I did not realise it then, but all the words typed out or scrawled over those 4 years were driven by you. You hid in between the letters, weaving in and out of it, barely escaping the grasp I tried to have over you through my sentence construction. And so we walked. We walked when the orange glow of the sun landed on your face, so goddess-like, it made my speech stutter; we walked when the world offered us nothing but muddied yellow; we walked when we had to wear snow boots to prevent the snow from seeping into our already frost-bitten feet; and we walked when the flowers were gesturing their first salutation to the earth. Only through our walking did I know that you always wore shoes a size bigger than usual so that you would not get blisters. I knew that to match your pace meant walking less than half of my average speed, in hopes that our synced up footsteps meant that your heartbeat could sync up with mine. Yes, walking was poetic, if poetic meant that I got to pass the doomed ticking of the clock with my memorisation of you.

I should have told you that night, and I know that you can identify exactly which night I am talking about because I still remember the way your eyebrows softened. How your eyes were brimming with affection that could not be anything short of love. It was 11pm. We had an assignment due the following day. You needed a break and I could not say no to you. And so we went. When it would usually be the flickering washed-out white streetlights caressing your face, that night, it was the rainbow fluorescent lights carelessly hung around the travelling fair. I can still feel the stickiness of your fingers from the overpriced caramel popcorn we got, clinging into the very fabric of my palm, infusing you into me. We never ended up taking any of the rides, of course. But we walked, we laboured through because that was the only thing we were good at. We eventually found ourselves on this bench, staring out onto the silhouette of the fair as distant laughter and chatter choked up the silence between us.

None of us said anything for a long time. But when I glanced at you from the corner of my eyes, you were already looking at me. And that was when I saw it, I saw my own visage carved out in the shape of your pupil. There were no words needed because it took us all those steps over the years to get us to where we are. Our love was encased in our silly daily ritual. What are rituals anyways, if not to devote ourselves to a higher being, in the same way my body devoted itself to yours throughout all those nights. God, Y/N. For a writer, I was inept at finding the words to tell you how I feel; would you have said yes if I had spewed inarticulate jargon and carefully wrapped it in the paper of ‘I wish we never had to stop walking’?

It has been years and I see you in the brief flicker of cheap string lights; I hear you in the constant whirring of the airvent right above my desk; I feel your warmth even in the bustling 5pm crowd back home. You made me feel bigger than myself, that all those times we were walking were leading us to a destination, a destination where I found who I was as writer, and subsequently, who I was to you and myself. All our superfluous teenage tears culminated in our hope for a future for ourselves, and I always assumed that that future consisted of me and you. After all, how lucky was I to have found someone that made me want to be a good person? It is an ineffable kind of ache to want to surpass oneself, to make oneself seem shockingly visible as a declaration of wanting to be loved. I wanted to dominate all the headlines, to become a world-renowned philanthropist, to solve a decades-long crisis to profess and convince you: look at how you made me feel. Your love changed me, inside and out. It is a blessing to wake up everyday, knowing someone out there believes in you, like how you believed in me.

It eludes me how we ended up walking away from each other after our solidified ritual. I will admit, sometimes I come to this bench praying that you will emerge from the mass of strangers. I think a part of me still completes this route everyday, in hopes that you would appear one of these days. Or perhaps this was a ritual of death after all, and my — our — continuous walk was a meditation toward the sobering fact that you were to fade away simply because I could not conjure the words to get you to continue orbiting with and within me. That was a failure on my end, and it is my punishment to watch our cosmology become one of many in the wider galaxy. To watch it slowly become absorbed into a black hole we were warned of since its conception, but refused to do anything to save ourselves from it. I will atone this for as long as I live. There is no use harping on failure. I should have told you how I felt about you that night, and that is final.

Maybe life would have been different for us if I did. A million anagrams left to be rearranged into three simple words.

I am sorry, and I hope that you are happy.

Please, be happy.

There is nothing left for us now in this ever-changing place anyway.

Sincerely,

Your Sungchan

—

He slid the letter into a maroon envelope and dropped it into the postbox; it was missing a stamp and unaddressed.

He turned and walked away.

#lin.jsc

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yuzuksi · 13 days ago

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bf texts w/ taesan! (*^^*) requested

pairing: non-idol or idol!taesan x fem!reader ; genre: fluff, crack (?) ; warnings: mention of food, nyan cat ? 😅 ; @kstrucknet !

maia’s note: not my finest work i fear.. it’s okay tho i luv taesan. and bonedo. and yeah. also let’s pretend mcr are having a concert in korea for this 😁. likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!! 💗

please do not copy, repost, or translate.

check out my other works!

#lin.hts

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yuzuksi · 14 days ago

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"You Got Me Misunderstood"

we can't be friends — ariana grande

fake texts with zb1, them sending pics.

꒰ png ' zb1 × fem!reader, smau, silly, fluff, slightly suggestive. cw ' curse words. contents : — attachments. 📎 ' 14 attachments ꒱

#lin.zb1

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yuzuksi · 14 days ago

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nerdy (as in walking encyclopedia lol) gf x zb1 pretty please 🥺

nerdy gf x zb1 members

members: 9/9

fluff, cute, daily, (the caption says gf, but i didn't use any gender-related pronouns)

💌: for days, i was wondering why no one was sending topics. BUT i was looking at false notifications section! sorry if i'm too late! i tried to write something as soon as i saw it! sorry for my typos it was a bit tired while writing this!!!

tiny note: english is my 2nd language (and it's a bit weak). if there is a topic you want, pls send it to me by clicking the "💌" button!

sung hanbin

he would listen to what you were saying with lovely eyes.

he would play with your hands and hair while you explain the information you had just learned.

he would kiss your cheeks while you are talking.

"i listened to you! now you should take care of me. let's hug!"

he would research that subjects you like and buy you books on that subject.

if you talk too much while eating (about lessons etc.), he would start feeding you.

"eat something first, my love; your knowledge won't disappear when you take a break."

kim jiwoong

you would tell him interesting information about a country/city, and he would buy a ticket there the next day.

he would love to ask you interesting questions (like you are the wisest person in the world.)

"so who first called the square 'square'?"

he would try to learn more about the topics you are interested in by reading the books you read.

he would really listen to you when you tell him something about your study.

if he saw news about something you told, etc., he would send it to you immediately.

"this is about what you told me last time!!"

zhang hao

you would study hard but still get the same grades with him.

"don't always study! make time for me, too!"

he would study with you because you weren't paying attention to him while studying.

"if i solve this question, will you kiss me?"

he would hug you while you were explaining something you just learned.

"instead of telling these scientific stuff, tell me how much you love me, my love."

he would play with your hair while you were studying.

when you asked him a question about the lesson, even if he didn't know the answer, he would try to say something so as not to admit that he didn't know.

seok matthew

"i cooked pancakes for my clever love!"

since you are working so hard, he would try to find ways to reduce your fatigue.

he would learn how to massage for your back pain.

he would always cheer you up when you were stressed.

"it's so sexy and cool that you know so much!"

he would praise you in crowded places.

"my love is very hardworking and smart!"

kim taerae

he would try to annoy you with hypothetical questions.

"water boils at 100 degrees." "uh... what if it doesn't boil?"

he would play games while you sat on his knees, explaining the information you had just learned.

you would gossip about your other hardworking friends.

"you are the smartest one, my love."

when you sat down for study, he would get bored because you didn't spend time with him.

he would still bring you your favorite snacks and drinks.

you would drink your energy drink stocks together.

shen ricky

he would send you tv series edits (the hardworking boss and his sweet girlfriend.) "look, this is us!" (you're the one who's the boss)

he would fix your clothes while you read your notes one last time before exams.

when you were too tired to wash your face, he would gently wipe your face with cotton pad.

he would buy you little gifts before every exam.

he would draw you while you were studying.

kim gyuvin

if you talk too much, he would hug you tightly and kiss you.

he would come up with cute nicknames for you being a hard worker.

he would praise you repeatedly.

"my super smart, cool, and amazing love!"

he would make sure whether you had eaten or not.

if you study too long hours, he would distract you so you could take a break.

if you don't take a break, he would pick you up and take you outside for a walk.

"he is very smart and chose me. so i am the best choice!"

when he saw a hardworking person and a fun person as a couple in a TV series, he immediately compared you two.

park gunwook

he would compete with you.

"no, that information you said was denied in 2022. Keep your information up to date, my love."

you would wear your glasses and read a book until late hours.

you blushed when he kissed you. "you're tricking me with kisses so you can get a higher grade than me!" "aren't you fooled?"

after a romantic moment, he would annoy you by asking you a question he knew you didn't know.

you would try out the ridiculous information you just learned together. (like falling in love when you look into someone's eyes for x seconds)

you would love to dm mathematical jokes at each other, and you would laugh at the nerdiest jokes together.

you would study together.

"let's kiss each other for every 30 questions we solve!"

han yujin

*you lecture him for hours* "oh... i get it." (he didn't get it)

"i don't understand because I'm looking at you while you're teaching!"

you would skip school with his plan.

you'd complain all day about missing class.

if you complained too much, he would kiss you on the cheek. (afterwards, you would both be very embarrassed and remain silent.)

the teacher would sit you next to each other to help him with the lesson.

he would watch you the whole class while you listened carefully and took notes.

if you fell asleep while studying, he would bring you snacks.

he would write y♡ (the initials of your name) on the side of your notebook page

thank you! have a nice day! 🔬

#lin.zb1

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