zzhhbloom

[zzhhbloom]

currently losing my mind over the new album. and the fact that moonstruck is a full song. i win. i really win.

[zzhhbloom]

runaways

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: loosely based on enhypen's movie of a comeback trailer for romance: untold

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jake x gn!reader || established relationship || idek what this is

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: none :] (if there are any, let me know)

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: 392 words

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: third jake fic..... can you tell i've had it bad for jake lately....... yikes !

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a kpoppie trying something new :)

When Jake woke you up, the street lights were already on. The fluorescent green shot through the blinds of the room. It was eerie, casting the planes of his face in an unnatural glow, all emerald and shadow.

His voice was soft, whispering over the musty, borrowed sheets. “We have to go.”

“Already?” You rolled over, pulling yourself up into a sitting position. He sat at the edge of the thin mattress, one hand still gently wrapped around your wrist. “I thought we’d get a few days here at least.”

“I know,” he looked down at your hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” you put a hand to his cheek, lifting his face up so he could see you. His eyes glinted green and gold from the lights outside. “None of that. I chose this too, remember? I chose you.”

Jake looked like he was about to argue then decided against it. Instead he kissed the palm that cradled his face. “We leave in five.”

The last few weeks on the run had shaped you into an efficient traveler. You never fully unpacked your things anymore, always having everything within a couple feet from your bag. It took half the time he gave you to get everything packed in. You cast one last look over your shoulder at the room you had had for a whole nine hours. Oh, well. You’ve known some places even shorter.

The car was running when you got outside. The others were passing around weapons, the sounds of clasps and triggers clicking softly in the night. Your breath fogged in the air as you waited. The green-gold street lights glistened on the slick cobblestone street.

“You ready?” he came up next to you, his fingers slipping through yours. In another world maybe the two of you would have been walking down this same street, perhaps slightly tipsy, going home after a party, hand-in-hand with no fear in the world.

You squeezed his fingers, leaned against him. “I guess so.”

He opened the passenger seat door for you before climbing into the driver’s seat. You looked back at the others; they gave you sleepy smiles and assured nods. He shifted the gears, and the car rolled out of park and into the street. You squeezed your bag between your legs and held your breath, hoping tonight wouldn’t be the last.

[zzhhbloom]

great, lost, love

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: (based on the song Oceans & Engines by NIKI!) the last hours you have with jake make you realize that despite your excitement for him, saying goodbye is hard. when all you want to do is hang on to the last few rays of light, hoping, hoping, hoping you'll wake up and this'll all be a dream.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jake x gn!reader || established relationship || ANGST

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: none :]

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: 903 words

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: that feeling of longing for a pause button on life :(((( this song is so so good too pls listen to NIKI

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a kpoppie trying something new :)

Saturday sunset, we’re lyin’ on my bed

With five hours to go

Fingers entwined and so were our minds

Cryin, I don’t want you to go

You were the happiest person on the planet when Jake told you he was leaving. At least, that’s what it looked like on the outside. Because only you knew how much he’d wanted to live in his mother-country after years of living abroad. You knew about the dreams he had of turning his passion into something that could change the lives of so many people—and not just yours.

The two of you had grown up away from your parents’ countries. Your families had been neighbors your entire lives. The two of you went through the same things as you stumbled and fell and scraped the skin off your knees and got up again. Falling on concrete sidewalks turned into falling for sophomores in middle school turned into falling for each other. And the scraped knees because of it were almost too much to bear on that Saturday sunset day.

“You can be sad, too, you know.” Jake said to you while playing with a piece of popcorn. He kept tossing it up again and again without eating it. “You don’t have to always be smiling.”

“Shush,” you said after finding no other answer to defend yourself with. You looked back at the movie you’d put on, pretending you were watching it the whole time. “Let me watch Ron Weasely get mauled by a dog in peace.”

“I’m serious,” he said gently. When you kept your eyes glued to the projector propped up in your bedroom, he sat forward and waved a hand in front of your face. “Hello?”

“Shh! This is the funny part.”

Jake turned around to check the scene and raised a quizzical brow back at you. “Harry and Hermione getting their asses kicked by a tree?”

You snorted in affirmation.

“I’m dating a psycho,” he murmured before starting to tickle you all over. Your shrieks and yelps of protest did nothing to stop him until you were both gasping for air from laughing so hard.

The two of you finally called a truce on your tickle war to slump against each other, gazing blankly at the movie playing before your eyes. One scene changed to the next, to the next. Too fast.

For a minute you wondered what it would be like to live in a world of magic, where traveling to different places was instantaneous and effortless. How you wished that were true for this world, too.

“I’m not always smiling.” You said quietly. Your breaths were alternating now. His exhales were your inhales.

“I know you. I know you’re hiding it from me. I know you probably cry yourself to sleep at night.” Jake answered softly. “Don’t do that alone. I don’t want you feeling sad all by yourself.”

The tears lining the sides of your eyes cast the dusk-layered room in a watery glow. You leaned back on him even more, wishing you could hit pause and never move on.

“Cry now. Here, with me. Later, too, if you want, in your brother’s room. Tomorrow, cry with your puppy.”

You laughed at the last addition, your giggles coming up through the sniffles. “They’ll be so sick of my crying.”

“They wouldn’t be,” the certainty in his voice only made the rock in your throat grow. “I wouldn’t be sick of you, either. So cry now, as much as you like, until it feels better.”

He was hugging you know, arms circled around you warmly as if he wasn’t crying just as hard as you were.

“I don’t want you to go,” your lips quivered. This was the first time you managed to say anything against his move since he told you about it all those months ago.

“I won’t ever leave you, you know that,” he whispered back, finding your fingers in the dark. You clung on to him like the hole in your stomach was going to grow bigger and bigger until the whole world was overflowing with emptiness and his hands were all you had left to keep you from disappearing. You knew he felt it, too, in the way his fingers gripped yours, mirroring your own desperation.

But you both knew there was no stopping it. You knew what you were getting into the moment you acknowledged the lingering gazes and fluttering tummies. You knew a first love was never meant to last. How foolish of the both of you to think that maybe this one would.

So you said goodbye on that empty Saturday evening, watching as his fingers untwined from yours like loose threads on a sweater. You sat on your bedroom floor, staring out at the stars that were just starting to appear on an ocean-blue sky. You listened to the sound of an engine start up and carry its vehicle down the lane, away from your house. As you sat, the memories you had of him poured through you like tears. You never wanted to forget. You knew you couldn’t, even if you tried. Even if he was real as life behind your closed eyes, from now on he would always just be your great, lost, love.

[zzhhbloom]

[ 10:24 pm ]

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: your parents have planned a birthday party fit for royalty for you, and you're ironically the least happy person in the room. lucky for you, though, you have a best friend who's willing to save you from your own version of a dragon tower.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: bestfriend!ni-ki x gn y/n || best friend au || a bit of fluff :>

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: joking mentions of kidnapping

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~600 words

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: a lot of my fics are more just silly and not so much on the fluff but i have fun writing them nonetheless hehe,,, also let's say this happens in a place that has disneyland and 18 year olds can drive

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

It was your very own 18th birthday celebration and you wanted out.

Of course, you basically had no say in anything for the planning of said party. Your parents, being the attention-loving, high-profile, perfect reputation socialites that they were, took the entire matter off your hands. No matter how many times you asked for your own friends to be invited, or the food menu to be changed to actually match your tastes, they just brushed it all aside. They seemed to think that they were doing you a favor in that planning your own debut party was something you shouldn't have to worry about.

You were really trying to enjoy yourself at least: talking to people you've really only met a handful of times at your parents' business galas, making small talk with their kids who seemed to not even know whose birthday it was or whose house they were standing in. It wasn't that great, admittedly. On the outside, it was a success of a debut party. But to you, it just felt like a prison.

If just one person whom you actually wanted around was here, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Your ringing phone broke you out of your puddle of self-pity. You quietly slipped into a storage closet (you knew all the places with the best chances of privacy by heart) and answered the call.

"You having fun up there?" a voice snarked at the end of the line. Nishimura Riki, one of your best friends, and your parents' favorite acquaintance of yours to criticize. If you had a chance to invite even a single person, it would've been Ni-ki and his silly indescribable antics all the way. Not like they would have ever approved of it, but oh, what you would give to have a laugh right about now.

"Oh, yes, this is the most enjoyable birthday party ever!" you replied in dreamy sing-song. "I know everyone here and the food is amazing~!"

"Oh, okay," Ni-ki began non-chalantly. "I was going to ask if you wanted to leave, but you're obviously having the time of your life, so I'll just go ask Jake if he--"

"Please kidnap me." You begged.

"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes, then."

"Fifteen minutes? Aren't you here already, can't I just go now?"

"I don't know, depends. Are you good with going into dark alleys in uncomfortable party clothes?"

"You know I was joking about the whole kidnapping thing."

A clear laugh from the end of the line that caused you to smile genuinely for the first time that day.

"Just get your ass outside in fifteen, your highness," you roll your eyes at Ni-ki's favorite nickname for you. You peek your head out of the closet and feel slightly guilty to your parents for what you're about to do. Well. Not really.

"Hey! Isn't that my hoodie?" Ni-ki cries indignantly as you approach him and his car waiting outside your gated driveway.

"No, ho," you retort. "It's mine, remember? I was going to give it back but you were all, 'Ew no, rich people stank, just keep it'."

He pondered for a minute before shaking his head. "Never said that, never happened--give it back."

"So, what? You want me to strip right here?"

"Forget it," Ni-ki turned away before you could pull the piece of clothing off your head. "Just get in."

"You still haven't told me where we're going?"

"We're going to Disneyland, your highness."

"Seriously?!"

"No, of course not, the fuck?"

"Aw, c'mon, you know I've never been."

"Your highness has never been to Disneyland, go figure," he starts the car engine. "Also it's like 10pm, doesn't it close soon?"

You hold up your phone screen that says that Disneyland closes at midnight, and he waves you off on the pretense that you're distracting him.

"Alright, so not Disneyland. Where, then?"

Ni-ki paused, as if seriously thinking for the first time about where he was actually going to take you. Then he turns to you, that trademark glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Wanna go stargazing?"

[zzhhbloom]

demon (or world's best matchmaker?)

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: a demon from the underworld (read: an owl) has invaded your room. despite your best efforts (involving a lot of running around and deep breaths and textbook projectiles), you resolved to running out of your room after you exhausted your best methods for an exorcism. and unfortunately for you, you ran into hallway crush lee heeseung, who, fortunately for you, was more than willing to assist you in getting your room back.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: heeseung x gn! reader || college!au || acquantainces to friends au || mostly crack and a sprinkle of fluff?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: cussing and really weird sentence structure that barely make sense im sorry lmao. also y/n is a total scatterbrain and a simp

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~1.9k

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i~~~ haven't posted in a while but here we are. a lot of my stories, i'm finding out, are just the most randoms scenarios u can ever imagine translated into a passable reader x [insert character here] fic.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

“There’s...an owl in my room.” 

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Yes, that. It sounds exactly like that.”

You were never going to keep your window open ever again. 

It had been approximately two (2) months and three (3) days since you moved into the boarding house a block away from your school. Two (2!) months and three (3!!!) days of living on your own for the first time in your life. It was going well, as you had assured your dad that morning. What a naïve fool you were. 

Nothing was fine anymore. 

Not with the foot-tall demon spawn with bright yellow eyes fluttering around your room as if it owned the place and was looking to clock in after a long day. 

You ducked in between your bed and bedside table, praying that it would fly back out the way it came. But after several stretched-out minutes of attempted breathing exercises, you had had enough. You scanned the floor of your room, which was usually pristine but was presently a mess thanks to your frenzied panic. You took hold of your biology textbook, prepared to use it either as a shield or a projectile depending on what the situation called for. 

“You can do this,” you hissed at yourself. All you had to do was shoo it back out the window. Simple. “Just think of it as a...a ball. Yeah. A big, easy-to-hit ball. With wings.”

You took three steady breaths. You stood up. You caught sight of it in the corner of your eye, glaring at you with the full force of hell. That was all it took for you to abandon ship without a second thought. 

You ran out the door, a silent scream stuck in your throat. You slammed the door behind you on the way out, adrenaline coursing through your veins like ice. 

“Are you...okay?”

You looked up at the only other person in the hall at this unholy hour, considerably more sane-looking than you. You knew Lee Heeseung--he was one of the other dozen students that lived in the same boarding house. It was impossible not to notice whenever he walked in a room, much less impossible to avoid looking at him, because JEEPERS did he win the gene pool lottery. 

However, at this particular point in the evening, Lee Heeseung was not somebody who you wanted to see you in the middle of the hall wearing the worst pair of pajamas the world had ever seen. So what if you’d only spoken to him a few times? You still wanted to look normal.

“Are you alright?” he repeated. God, how bad did you look? 

“Yeah, yeah,” you swallowed, now having to battle through two (2!!!!) completely different shocking situations. Frankly, you felt like a lot like y/n in one of those cringe imagines people write online.

"There's just a..." you gesticulated vaguely in the direction of your closed door. Way to make a new impression. How the hell were you going to explain...THIS.

"Did somebody enter your room?" Heeseung asked apprehensively, lowering his voice to a whisper and pitching forward so you could hear. He made it sound like you were hiding some saucy secret behind those doors.

"Um..yes? In a sense, I guess you could say that--"

Heeseung looked around and reached for a Swifer mop that so conveniently leaned against the wall like a piece of modern art (and, living in a house with a few fine arts students, it might as well could have been). "So someone is in there? Do you know who?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what they sound like."

"I'm sorry?"

"I think it's better if I just..." you took hold of the door knob and held up your textbook-turned-shield. Heeseung took that as a warning signal and tightened his grip on the neon-green floor mop. You swung the door open as quietly as you could.

A swoop of wings and scrapping of talons burst out of nowhere, heading straight for at you.

BAM

You slammed the door shut. You looked up at Heeseung as if to say, "Do you see my problem?"

"Holy shit," he stared at the wood of the closed door before turning to you. "How long were you trapped in there for?"

You shivered. "Way too long."

Heeseung set his jaw, pulling his hood up over his head like it was a helmet that could do anything against a set of very sharp claws. He tightened his grip on the mop.

"You don't need to do this," you said apologetically. "I can ask someone else."

"I doubt any of the housekeepers are up right now," he extended the mop handle to its maximum length, locking it in place with a click. "So unless you'd like to spend the night in the common room and hope to God it's gone by morning..."

You shook your head vigorously, turning to face the door, your knuckles white around its knob. It was like a spider. Better get it out of the house before you lost sight of it. But even spiders were better than an imp from the underworld.

"On the count of three," he whispered to you.

"Slowly," you nodded. "One..."

"Two,"

At your unified whisper of "Three-!", you twisted the knob creaking the door ajar as quietly as you could. Heeseung peaked in over your head.

"It's on the blinds," he whispered. You could feel his breath ruffling your hair. Snap out of it, you hissed at yourself. Deciding to panic about this scandalously close proximity another day, you creaked the door further open.

The owl perched itself rather uncomfortably on the blinds above your open window. It had its head tucked underneath one wing but looked relatively unharmed. You noted, with immense relief, that your room was also in a better state than you imagined. You guessed it hadn't really done much while you were out except to fly around in a confused circle, and you had been the one at fault for recreating a crime scene.

"It's right there," you hissed at it, gesturing at the wide-open window half a foot away from its talons.

The owl untucked its head and gave you a steely glare. You let out something that sounded a little like "meep!" and held up the textbook up to your face. Psh. Like you could scare it away with diagrams of cell membranes and respiration cycles.

"Let me try," Heeseung stepped in front of you, taking the door knob from your hand and pushing it open micrometer by micrometer. You stared at the owl from under his arm. It stared back at you. Everything about it was unflinching.

Heeseung took a slow, cautious step into the thresholds of your room, holding the mop at the ready. (Some part of your schoolgirl mind was screaming at the fact that the infamous hallway crush Lee Heeseung was in your bedroom!!)

You fell into silent step behind him, clutching your own weak excuse for a weapon and closing the door behind you. The last thing any one of you wanted was to have the owl fly out into the hall and wake up everyone in the house (and risk getting kicked out now that you've finally made contact with Lee Heeseung. Of course that's not what was really important).

The two of you crossed the room, holding your breath and freezing up your joints whenever the owl so much as blinked. At one point, it stretched its neck to an unnatural length and lifted its wings. Heeseung took an instinctive step back, nearly knocking you over. And like in all those cliché y/n moments, you would have promptly fell over on your behind if you hadn't caught hold of the back of his hoodie. Thankfully, Heeseung wasn't as much of a klutz as you were, and he braced himself to keep you both from falling over, reaching an arm back to steady you if you needed it.

The owl was so close now. Heeseung extended the Swifer's mop end. Slowly, carefully, he lifted it until it was inches away from the owl's talons. It flapped its wings and your heart almost stopped permanently.

"Hey, buddy," Heeseung murmured soothingly in a voice that would have put babies to sleep in seconds. He poked the mop carefully against the bird's scaly talons of death. "Need a ride outta here?"

Somehow, the owl decided it quite liked this human with a weird stick it was shoving in its face. It shifted its weight onto the stick, offering one, slow, inquisitive blink.

You pinched the corner of Heeseung's hoodie, ready to pull him backwards to safety or offer him as a sacrificial offering depending again on what the situation called for. You needed to be ready for anything.

Soon, he began to lift the Feathered Thing with Eyes of the Highest Hatred away from the blinds. Slowly, carefully, steadily, hushing soothing nothings all the way. You knew it was meant for the bird but damn, was it working a little too well.

The mop was now low enough that all the owl had to do was turn around and fly out. But it kept its gaze fixedly on the two of you, as if two humans had gone and flown into its bedroom.

"Don't you dare fly at me," you told those all-seeing eyes.

"You heard them," Heeseung warned, voice slow and deep as he slowly inched the mop--and its passenger--out the gaping window. "Don't. You dare. Fly."

The mop was now hanging a foot outside the window. You wondered how the scene would have looked like to a passerby below--a bright green Swifer mop poking out of an open third-story window at a ridiculous hour with--heaven help them--an OWL perched ever so precariously atop it.

The owl stared at the two of you, as if to say "What now?". The two of you stared right back at it, unflinching.

A stale eternity passed. Dust particles could have been heard resting lightly on the tabletop.

Then, without warning, Heeseung shook the mop vigorously, sparing no profanity in exclaiming, "Good fucking night to you, sir!"

The owl flew majestically off into the night as if it hadn't just been thrown off a mop head. You ran to the window and slammed it shut. You didn't realize you were laughing until you tried to say something and choked on the words. Heeseung was laughing, too, pulling his hood back and looking up at the Swifer in equal parts disbelief and reverence.

"I ca't believe that worked," you managed in between bouts of laughter.

"This is going on my list of greatest life achievements for sure."

"You could start a business."

"Of throwing owls out of windows?"

"Oh, for sure," you pointed at the Swifer. "You could even get sponsored by them."

Heeseung laughed, and your face warmed. "Would you testify to the quality of my services as my first client?"

"Sure," you piped. "Cute, extremely efficient, but nearly threw the mop out the window. I demand 5% of the profit, by the way."

Heeseung was still hung up on the second word you said, a smirk spreading across his face and eyes sparkling. "I should get going. It's late. You probably want to fix up." He waved at the crumpled sheets and scattered books littered across your little room.

He picked his way through the obstacle of your belongings, turning around at the door to say. "I can't guarantee you 5% of my smashing new start-up," Heeseung went along with the bit. "But how about we hang out some time instead? Preferably without any feathered wildlife present, if that's...cool with you?"

You were laughing a lot today. "Yeah, yeah," you leaned against the door frame. Maybe that owl wasn't such a demon after all. "I'd really like that."

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bonus: From the trees, the owl watched the exchange between the two humans happen with a smug expression. Or at least, as smug as an expression an owl can muster.

Mission accomplished. With a triumphant "whooo!" it pushed off from the branch and flew off into the night.

[zzhhbloom]

thursday <3

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: you used to hate thursdays. but this school year is a little different? when an unbelievably perfect human being enters your peaceful time at the library, you think thursdays couldn’t possibly get any better. or could they?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jay x gn! reader || highschool!au || strangers to friends au || mostly crack and a sprinkle of fluff?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: cussing and really weird sentence structure that barely make sense im sorry lmao

 ≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~2k

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i~~~ actually posted this before with jake instead of jay as the mc’s love interest but i put that post on private bc i feel like it doesnt work with jake as well as it does with jay lmao so if u saw that original post no you didnt <3 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

After years of despising Thursdays for one reason or another, the fourth day of the week finally started warming up to you this year. With only three classes in your unnecessarily hectic 9-hour class schedule, your enemies-to-lovers arc with Thursday was finally starting to make a turn for the better. 

You stretched out your arms after sitting in the library for the better part of half an hour, enjoying your glorious free time. None of your friends had their free periods at this particular period, which you were relatively grateful for. God knew how much you loved them, but he also knew you loved your peace and quiet. 

And something that made your peaceful Thursdays even better? No one else was at the library to liter the place with their unnecessary chatter and occasional cackle of laughter. No one was there to shuffle noisily through the aisle, pretending to be interested in books just so the librarian wouldn’t kick them out. No one else was in this quiet haven except the books, you, and--

The door opened behind you, cutting through your sweet moment of bliss. Some things were simply too good to be true, weren’t they? 

You twisted around in your seat to give your killjoy a bit of a warning stare and--holy fucking shit why was he so dropdead goodlooking? 

You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from gasping aloud (which was cartoonishly childish, but something you wouldn’t put yourself past doing). You’d been at this school for years, and at this point had given up finding “love”, or whatever the kids called it these days, because this campus was apparently incapable of producing anyone remotely close to your unnecessarily high standards. No one even made it past the visual preference checklist! 

So when did they start making these? 

He had to be in the batch above or below you, because you were sure no one in your grade level looked like that. 

You slapped yourself out of it. Sure, maybe he met your physical standards well enough, but what about--oh my God he’s homies with the grumpy librarian nobody has ever seen smile??

You watched his back as he talked with the librarian in hushed tones you couldn’t make out (oh lord he’s still following library etiquette even when virtually nobody else was in the library? Bare minimum? Maybe!) He turned around and locked eyes with you for what fell like five whole seconds but what was realistically just a hundredth of that. It wasn’t like he saw right through you, either, though. There was a hint of recognition in that hundredth of five seconds. Maybe that was just you. 

Probably. 

He chose a spot at one of the tables at the center of the room and pulled out his laptop. Now you had the decency to feel embarrassed. Here you were, sitting around playing Subway Surf 50 times when you could’ve actually been doing school work. But you knew there was absolutely no way you could focus now with a living breathing human personification of a manga character just sitting there. 

Well, you were in a library. There was always something to do that made you look studious, right? You got up from your chair and started roaming the aisles, brushing a finger across the spines of donated tomes from history teachers and rich family patrons. You drifted closer and closer through the shelves until you stood in the aisle in front of him, right in his line of sight. 

Sweet cheese, he was even more heart-wrenching closer up. Usually, at this point, you’d get a twinge of “m’kay nevermind” the closer you got, but here you were standing ten feet away and that feeling was miles off in the horizon. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, dark hair flopping across his eyes like he had just walked out of a highschool romance comic and decided to stay and make you question reality. And your sanity. And your dignity. Aaand now you were just staring. 

You pulled out the nearest book from the shelf to at least give yourself something to do--”How Donald Trump Thinks”--the title flashed. Great. He just had to choose this moment to flick his eyes up from his laptop screen. Thank the stars you weren’t staring at him like a hawk at that moment while also holding the most questionable volume in the entire library. You felt his gaze follow your movements as you tried as discreetly as possible to replace it and choose something a little less…contentious. 

You moved on to the next aisle, still keeping him in your peripheral vision like the stalker you’ve apparently turned out to be. He typed away on his laptop, his focus unwavering except for that one occasional peek to catch you at such an unfortunately timed moment (why couldn’t he have looked up to see you brushing your hair back or something?). You had never seen anyone so focused working in this library before and look so gobsmackingly alluring at the same time. His eyebrows knitted together and lips turned into a little knot of concentration. 

“Kids, I have a meeting on the seventh floor,” the librarian’s reality-slap of an announcement jogged you into full-on fight-or-flight mode. “I won’t close the library since there’s just two of you here, but don’t make a mess.” He got up, gathering a few things and walking to the door. He narrowed his eyes at you meaningfully. “I would know.” And you would’ve shrugged it off as just “normal grumpy librarian shenanigans” had he not turned to the only other student in the room and given him a half-friendly wave on the way out. 

“Well, ouch,” you muttered, forgetting for a split moment that you weren’t alone. 

You heard the mystery student laugh quietly behind you, and suddenly all thoughts about grumpy bookkeeper favoritism flew out the window. “He’s just like that. It took a while before he actually started saying hi back to me.” Maybe because you’re so unbelievably good looking when you smile even an old loner couldn’t-- 

“So what’s your secret?”

He just shrugged good-naturedly and returned to his laptop screen. You thought with a sigh of partial relief that that was it, but he had the audacity to add in the most deadpan voice, “I told him one of the books was in the wrong place and he lectured me about the intricacies of library organization systems for thirty minutes before realizing I was right.” 

He said it so matter-of-factly that it caught you so off-guard. You peeled out in giggles, instinctively muffling them with the back of your hand. He joined you, eyes crinkling at the corners behind his glasses. “So if you ever want to be on good terms with him…there you go.”

Well, hell. Now you were in deep shit. Not only was he smart, he was also observant as fuck for noticing a book in the wrong place in a goddamn library. Which also meant that if you weren’t careful, he’d sus you out soon enough and that would mean the end of your short-lived secret crushing days forever. Because crushing was only fun if they didn’t know about it, right? 

But also: being smart and observant as fuck apparently checked off even more things on your stupid list of stupid standards. Wonderful. Better to just stop talking and--

“You must spend a lot of time in this library if you know how things are organized.” Now why. Were you. Still. TALKING? 

You turned back to face the shelf to pretend to be a little less interested in his answer than you really were. 

“I guess? I mean not more than the average student. I see you pretty often here, too.” 

Now. What was that? 

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?

You cleared your throat to keep your voice shaking on the next words. “I mean, yeah, but I never, you know…noticed.” He’d seen you before? He actually knew what you looked like? You’d already been in a room with him? And you never saw him? GOD, you really needed to stop playing Subway Surf and pay closer attention to your surroundings. 

He slipped off into focus again, replacing the blue-light-resistant glasses he had taken off at some point while talking to you. Bored of pretending to be interested in furniture books (next to “How Donald Trump Thinks”? Intricacies of library organization systems your ass), you stood on your tiptoes to try and view the selections up on the highest shelf. 

You were not, to be frank, a very tall person in comparison to these shelves. You put a hand on the middle shelf to try and boost yourself up. It creaked beneath your added weight, but held. Still not enough. Blast your short people genes. You climbed a little higher, placing a hand on the top shelf to try and finger-curl your way up. 

That did not work.

“No, wait--” he jumped out of his chair a fraction of a second too late. 

What a cliché. The shelf came down in a terrific tumble, covering you in hardcover coffee table books and odd entrepreneurship guides. Oh, now you’ve done it. The librarian was going to come back and have your head on a stick, and that jaw-clenchingly amazing specimen of a human sitting behind you would be gone before you could ever be associated with him, and--

“Hey, are you okay?” he waved away a cloud of dust before crouching down and pulling books off of you. 

“I’m fine,” you managed, having your breath taken from you after surviving a book avalanche and then immediately being attacked by screaming thoughts of WHAT IN THE FUCK could you have done in your past life to end up this close to him and his beautiful, beautiful--

“That doesn’t look fine,” he pointed at your already-bruising forearm.

“This is nothing compared to…that.” you gestured haphazardly at the mess surrounding the both of you. 

“You know what we should do, right?” he asked after considering the casualties in a voice an octave lower than a whisper. 

“Pay for the damages and clean up?” you tried. 

“I think,” he held out his hands and pulled you to your feet a little too easily. “Now is the perfect time to see ourselves out.” 

“Yeah. Wait wh--” 

He tugged you out of the flood of pages and shelving and out towards the library door.

“Just forgot my--” The librarian stood at the doorway and paused, taking in the sight of two students and the collapsed shelves that framed you. He seethed, nostrils flaring. 

“Thank God,” your accomplice blurted, panic and feigned confusion bleeding into his voice. “The shelf just collapsed on them on its own and--”

Fifteen minutes later, you were standing in front of the CCTV replay monitor. 

“So… how funny would it be if I told you it didn’t collapse on its own?” 

And that’s how two of you ended up in library detention, stuck categorizing check-ins and -outs for the next month, everyday after school. As much as you apologized for the inconvenience to him, pleaded that he should be let off the hook, he assured you that he didn’t mind at all. 

And even after that lovely month of Thursdays spent together in the library, you couldn't believe that he still (willingly!) spent his free periods seated across from you, carrying conversations sometimes for the entire hour. You discovered so many things about him. When he told you his name was Jay you broke down laughing because you couldn’t believe you’d lost your mind over a guy named Jay. You found out that he was in the year above you and would be graduating next year even if he was older than the rest of the students in his batch. You learned that he knew so many things about topics you wouldn’t have found interesting at all, and so you spent hours a week just listening to him ramble about teacups or cologne without ever feeling bored. 

The fact that he would be graduating next year didn’t really bother you. A year of looking forward to Thursdays didn’t sound too bad. If someone told the you from two years ago that Thursday would become your favorite day of the week, they would have laughed and told you to suck a stick. But just a year of being friends with Thursday? How bad could that be?

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now why . ???

i legit just did this for fun expecting like 3 interactions total yall what the hek 😭 guess i'm staying a little longer now.....

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"main" is @lovable-squidbrain so don't be surprised if i follow you or like something with a different user lol but i'll use this blog (zzhhbloom) more often to post!

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MAY WE ALL FIND A JUNGWON IN OUR LIVES 😩😩😩

now when did that happen?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: boy next door yang jungwon has always been your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your day one forever homie. but as the years pass, you don’t realize how growing up would change those things you thought would stay the same forever. but maybe they’ll change for the better? 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jungwon x gn! reader || boy next door!au || best friend to lovers!au || fluff and crack sort of

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: brief mention of blood, chin wound, and scar || oc is clumsy asf || this story probably does not make sense ≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: 3.5k 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i have no idea what this is…i originally wrote this with jungwon in mind but i wrote it with neutral characters then decided…you know what fuck it. here you go internet, it will probably be gone tomorrow~~ 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form resemble the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :) 

         “Give it back!” he yelled at you. You stuck your tongue out over your shoulder, waving Yang Jungwon’s LEGO car in the air.

         “Play with me instead!” you retorted.

         “Give it back!” he repeated, pelting after you through the halls of your house. “You’re clumsy and you’re gonna break it!”

         “No I won’t—”

         Spoke too soon. In your cocky carelessness, you tripped over your own toes and landed flat on your face. His LEGO car shattered into a hundred pieces, and you both exploded into tears. Him, because his beloved creation he spent hours working on was reduced to ruins, and you, because you had split your chin open and saw blood splattered on your hands.

         “Clumsy!” Jungwon screeched and speared a finger at you.

         Your mothers shook their heads at your pathetic heap of tears, blood, and LEGO pieces on the parquet floor. So much for a first playdate.

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now when did that happen?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: boy next door yang jungwon has always been your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your day one forever homie. but as the years pass, you don’t realize how growing up would change those things you thought would stay the same forever. but maybe they’ll change for the better? 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: jungwon x gn! reader || boy next door!au || best friend to lovers!au || fluff and crack sort of

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: brief mention of blood, chin wound, and scar || oc is clumsy asf || this story probably does not make sense ≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: 3.5k 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i have no idea what this is...i originally wrote this with jungwon in mind but i wrote it with neutral characters then decided...you know what fuck it. here you go internet, it will probably be gone tomorrow~~ 

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form resemble the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :) 

         “Give it back!” he yelled at you. You stuck your tongue out over your shoulder, waving Yang Jungwon’s LEGO car in the air.

         “Play with me instead!” you retorted.

         “Give it back!” he repeated, pelting after you through the halls of your house. “You’re clumsy and you’re gonna break it!”

         “No I won’t—”

         Spoke too soon. In your cocky carelessness, you tripped over your own toes and landed flat on your face. His LEGO car shattered into a hundred pieces, and you both exploded into tears. Him, because his beloved creation he spent hours working on was reduced to ruins, and you, because you had split your chin open and saw blood splattered on your hands.

         “Clumsy!” Jungwon screeched and speared a finger at you.

         Your mothers shook their heads at your pathetic heap of tears, blood, and LEGO pieces on the parquet floor. So much for a first playdate.

          “Can I copy your homework?” you begged for the millionth time.

         “You can do it on your own,” Jungwon laughed at the sight of you kneeling and rubbing your tiny dirt-stained hands together in front of him. “You answer all the questions the teacher asks in school.”

         “Yeah, but I don’t like writing the answers,” you groaned in exasperation, collapsing backward on the carpet of his bedroom floor.

         “What if you tell me your answers and I’ll write them for you?” he suggested eagerly. “You just make sure I’m writing everything correctly, okay?”

         Thrilled, you picked yourself up from the floor and sat at attention, your faced creased in an exaggerated expression of focus. In between giggles he read out to you the addition problems and you answered in a robotic voice.

         “I. Sad. Fif. Teen. Not. Fif. Ty.” You smacked him, mechanically twisting your arm to smack his shoulder, eliciting a stream of giggles out of his mouth as he wriggled out of your reach.

         After finishing, you clapped each other’s backs, claiming you’d be the ones to get the gold stars for perfect homework the next day. And you did get perfect homework. Except that Ms. Sunny noticed the handwriting on your sheet was the same on Jungwon’s, and she wouldn’t listen to either of your attempts at an explanation. So that’s how both of you ended up standing in the corner with your hands in the air for the entire recess.

         Stifling tears, you hissed, “This is all your fault!”

         “You should’ve just done your own homework!” he sniffled in return. “Why is it my fault?”

         “I-I know it’s my fault,” you couldn’t keep your voice from cracking as the tears came rolling down again. “I’m-I’m so sorry!”

         “No, don’t cry!” Jungwon snapped with tears streaming down his face, too. “It really is your fault!”

         “I know, I know!” you hiccupped in between rolling sobs.

         You took one look at each other’s red faces and broke into twin wails, wrapping arms around each other in a tearful hug, screaming at the top of your lungs.

         “Alright, that’s it!” Ms. Sunny yelped, hands practically cupped over her ears. “Time’s up, get out!”

         As if somebody had flipped a switch, you disconnected your arms from each other, tears and hiccups dissipating like fog retreating from the sun.

         “Bye, Ms.,” he waved, tears dried.

         “See you later!” You chirruped and skipped cheerfully out of the classroom behind Jungwon. He exchanged a look with you once you left the door’s threshold, and you both erupted into giggles at the stunt you just managed to pull.

         “Works every time,” you gave him a high five then skipped along to enjoy the rest of your recess with the other kids.

         “It’s so unfair,” Jungwon kicked his feet up to the ceiling of the blanket fort you built together. “Why can’t we keep having sleepovers like this?”

         “My mom said it’s because we’re getting older.” You answered quietly, flicking the heavy-duty flashlight in your hands on and off. It created large shadows that came and went against the blanket that served as your ceiling. You’d built forts like this as long as you can remember for an eight-year-old, and they always felt like the strongest stone barricades in the world. But now they felt like strips of cloth too useless to even keep the shadows out.

         “I don’t get what that has to do with sleepovers,” you continued. “Do they want us to stop playing around and act more grown-up?”

         “That doesn’t make sense! My sister is old, but she still gets to go on sleepovers with her friends all the time!” he cried out.

         “So why can’t we keep having sleepovers?” you yelled in agreement, lips turning down in a pout.

         “Quiet down, you two!” your mother burst into your room in her pajamas, hair in disarray. “You’ll end up waking the entire street up.”

         “Again,” you added with a proud smirk.

         “Not again,” your mother corrected, shooting daggers at you with her eyes. Then she turned to Jungwon with a soft smile. “If you want a snack just let me know, okay, kiddo?”

         “I told you, clumsy,” he chided smugly as your mother left. “They won’t let us have any more sleepovers because I am this close—” he held up his pointer figure and thumb to emphasize his point, then pressed them together leaving no gap in between the digits— “to replacing you in your own family.”

         You barked out a laugh and shoved him backwards so hard that he tumbled through the soft walls of your blanket fort. The whole thing collapsed in a magnificent avalanche of comforters, pillows, and plushies. You two sat under it all holding your stomachs in breathless laughter so your mother wouldn’t come back in a merciless rage.

         The first real big fight you two had was in the fifth grade. You got carried away playing with some of your friends after school that you completely forgot you were supposed to be at Jungwon’s taekwondo showcase at the gym that afternoon.

         You knew how excited and proud he as about it, and so you promised him that you’d be there even when his family couldn’t make it. Even if he didn’t make it obvious, you saw how happy that made him.

It was just so on-brand for you that you lost track of time and completely missed it.

         You got to the gym gasping for breath, hands on your knees. “I’m here! Did I make it?” you looked up and saw an empty gym. Empty except for one other person.

         Jungwon stood looking down at you, sipping on a juice box. He didn’t say anything as He walked past you like you weren’t even there. Then, just as he was about to leave, he paused to say, “I leveled up, by the way.” Swinging gym doors punctuated his departure, leaving you alone in the giant space that was now twice as empty as it was before.

         Jungwon didn’t talk to you for a week after that. Well, it wasn’t just him that was avoiding any sort of interaction. To be fair, you both were avoiding each other. You were too scared to face him again only to have his eyes pass right through you. Kids started wondering why you weren’t talking during breaks like you used to. Your parents started asking how Jungwon was doing because he hadn’t visited the house in days—undoubtedly aware of the tension but figuring out how to bring it up subtly.

         A week turned into two.

         And on the third day of the third week, you decided you had enough. You were done avoiding and being scared of being avoided. You were going to apologize and make up for things today, no matter what happened. Even if he walked right past you, you could at least say that you tried.

         During lunch, you gathered up all your spare pocket money and bought a box of the mango juice you knew was his favorite.

         “Is there any strawberry milk left?” you asked hopefully, peering at the chiller for your favorite drink.

         “Sorry, sweet, we just sold the last one.”

         You handed the canteen lady your money for the mango juice and rushed out of the crowded room, holding the tetra pack in your hands. You scanned the throngs of students, looking for that head of hair you knew like the back of your eyelids. Several times you thought you saw him, only for the figure to be swallowed up in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

         In your haste, you didn’t realize your shoelaces had gone and united themselves. You always had a knack for tripping over your own feet at the most unfortunate times. Naturally, you slipped and fell flat on your face. The old scar you had from the time you ran away with his LEGO car would have a twin one of these days if you weren’t going to be more careful.

         The students around you moved away like like poles of a magnet. Still determined to find your best friend, you struggled up on your own, picking up the juice box that thankfully hadn’t burst. You didn’t have to keep searching for much longer.

         You saw Jungwon in the partition of the students, like a break in the trees. He sat at one of the benches out in front of the field, shaded by an old tree. He cradled something in his lap, but you were too far away to make out what it was. It didn’t matter if he were holding a kitten or a rock to pummel you with, you ran over and prayed he would still be there by the time you came.

         You skidded to a stop before him, words flowing in an intangible heap before you could catch your breath. He didn’t say anything immediately. He just let you form shapes and sounds with your mouth that could not have made any sense to anyone, even to you. Yet it seemed like he took in every word.

         “I’m so so so so so sorry.” You finally finished, looking down at the juice box you gripped in your sweaty hands. He still didn’t say anything. He only took the juice box from your fingers, poked the straw into the hole and took a long sip. You stared at the tips of your toes, feeling humiliated.

         Nobody could say you didn’t try. You bit on your lip to keep from crying, and were about to walk away when his hand floated into your vision, holding out a box of your favorite strawberry milk with the condensation still dripping off the cardboard packaging.

         You looked up at his face in surprise and he was already smiling, the plastic straw of his juice box flattened between his teeth.

         You were there when Jungwon got dumped for the first time.

         Well, you ran there until you couldn’t feel your legs, so you technically were there. You were there for him, at least.

         You had been sitting in your room, trying to figure out how to draw hands anatomically correctly when he called you. He didn’t need to say much for you to know what was going on, and what he needed you to do.

         “Where are you?” you asked.

         “At the park.”

         The little playground near your houses that had always been your unofficial meeting place once the sleepovers were banned. You ran out, not even bothering to change out of your house slippers. You got there holding the left one in your hand because it had flown off in your scramble and you were too unbothered to replace it.

         Jungwon sat on one of the swings, not even swinging. He just sat there.

         You were both in tenth grade already, but up till now, you had never seen Yang Jungwon pass up the opportunity to launch into the air on a perfectly functioning swing set.

         “That bad, huh?” you greeted, occupying the swing next to him.

         He just shrugged and tried to smile. You felt your own breath quiver. It was hard to believe that the sweet, polite, bubbly friend you’d known for years was the same person sitting next to you now.

         “Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked tentatively.

         He shook his head with a small smile, letting out a shaky sigh.

         You sighed, too. Getting off your own swing, you positioned yourself behind him. “Alright you sad lump, hold on.”

         “What are you—?”

         With a heave you gave his back a hefty push. But instead of swinging up in the air in happiness and unchecked joy like you intended, he fell forward onto the ground in an undignified heap.

         “What was that for?”

         “I told you to hold on!” you clapped your hands over your mouth which served the dual purpose of expressing polite shock and hiding the less-excusable reaction of giggling at your friend’s misfortune.

         “Can’t believe I got dumped twice in a day.” he muttered, dusting himself off on the ground.

         Now you burst out into unapologetic laughter.

         He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you find my pain entertaining, clumsy?”

         “Immensely,” you affirmed, wiping away a fake tear.

         You came around to help him up from the wet pour rubber. He grasped your outstretched hand with what you mistake for forgiveness.

         Oh, how naïve.  

         With more force than what was strictly necessary, he tugged you down to the ground with him. Unfortunately, of course, he hadn’t aimed the motion properly and so you ended up with your faces inches away from each other.

         On any other day, this wouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest. You saw each other’s nappies on day one, so close proximity between you both was nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, you hadn’t been this close in the last five months, two weeks, and five days since he started dating the person who just dumped him, but it still shouldn’t have felt any different now.

         And yet…

         You jumped up before he could read any of those treacherous thoughts inside your head like you knew he could. You shook yourself, and the feeling disappeared.

         “Dumped two times today, huh?” you said as he picked himself up from the ground.

         “And dumped on once, so that makes a grand total of three dumpings.” he added.

         “You brought that last one on yourself,” you pointed out. He conceded with a smirk that was more like his usual self.

         “So…” you fell into step behind him as you both wordlessly agreed it was time for dinner. “Not because I’m competitive or anything—"

         “Oh, no, you? Competitive? Never.”

         “—But whose dumping hurt more?”

         “Yours,” he answered with almost no hesitation. “Yours hurt significantly more.”

         You pumped your fists in the air in triumph and skipped ahead in your floppy sliders, dancing around in the middle of the street like a fool. The yellow streetlights caught the lines in his face as he lifted his head up and laughed, the sound clear and unbridled.

         You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm. You bowed at the waist, hands swinging downward towards the concrete. “All part of my elaborate plan, your honor.”

         “They’re so cute I will literally stuff them in my cheeks for free.”

         “Maybe don’t say that in front of their mother?”

         The mother cat looked up from her grooming session and gave you a warning glare. You didn’t care. Not with three chunks of her offspring treating your body like a jungle gym. Nothing could beat the sight of these munchkins still wobbly on their tiny paws snuggling on your lap.

         You looked up.

         Okay. So what if one thing could beat adorable kittens?

         Jungwon sat across from you, cradling the runt of the litter in gentle palms. His hands made the weeks-old kitten look even smaller. He tickled its chin until it lifted its head up in pleasure. It mewled at him, and his eyes twinkled.

         Over the years, you tried to ignore this feeling in your chest, but it was happening so often it was impossible to ignore now. You cleared your throat and he looked up at you. You nodded over to the fifth kitten that perched itself against his leg and midriff, purring like a motor.

         Well doesn’t that look comfortable.

         “Thanks again for signing up to foster them,” one of the shelter workers came over from grooming the mama cat and crouched next to you. “We’re always welcoming extra hands around here.”

         “Not a problem,” Jungwon said and nodded at you. “We’ve always wanted to help out.”

         “That’s so great. How long have you two been together?”

         You jerked your head up and prepared to correct her (which you’ve always found yourself doing even when you were in middle school), but for the first time, he beat you to the response. “We’ve known each other since we were pretty much babies,” he held up the little kitten to eye-level. “Not when we were much older than you, huh, little one?”

         You’d have to ask Jungwon to repeat to you the instructions the worker gave, because your brain was spinning a thousand miles an hour and you couldn’t even register where your feet were taking you. Did he know what the worker meant when she asked how long you were together? He had to know…right? He wasn’t a naïve little kid anymore.

         Now that particular realization hit you like a vacuum. It sucked all the air out of your lungs and left you gasping. The impact was so sudden that you had to stop in your tracks. Jungwon paused in unlocking his car, about to put the cats in the back seat.

         He wasn’t a little kid anymore.

         And neither were you.

         When did that happen? Was it just moments ago when you were both sitting on the ground playing with kittens? Or was that years ago on that evening on the swings? When did the person standing before you now stop being the little kid you once asked to do your homework for you?

         “Hello?”

         You looked up.

         “I’ve been calling your name like 50 times. Let’s go, we have so much to—”

         “Why did you answer her like that back there?” you asked.

         And of course he knew exactly what you were talking about. He’d always known. “You know, honestly, I didn’t even realize what she meant until after I’d started talking,” he shut the back door gently on the blanket-covered cat cage. “But it still felt normal, so I didn’t say anything after. You know?” He opened the passenger door open for you, and you found it in yourself to move your jelly legs forward.

         He closed it, then let himself in the driver’s seat on the other side.

         “You know what she was implying, asking that, right?”

         “I’m not stupid, clumsy, of course I know,” there was that nickname again that had become more tender to you than you realized. “She was obviously asking how long we’d been neighbors—”

         You shoved him with a bark of laughter, and his head thudded slightly against the window.

         “Ow! Why are you always so violent? Fine, yes. I didn’t correct her because I maybe sorta kinda liked the idea—”

         You were laughing so hard at that point, not because of what he was saying, but because for the first time in a long time you felt like you didn’t have to keep holding back and denying yourself anymore. Maybe you weren’t little kids anymore, but you still could have forever to grow up together.

         “Let’s get out of here,” you said in between gasps of laughter. “Our children are tired of living in a cage.”

         He gasped exaggeratedly as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Our children? Well aren’t you presumptuous. I don’t want shared custody of your kids just because I said I liked the idea of being together.”

         “They are staying in your house because my mom is allergic to cats—”

         “—They are staying in my house because your mom is allergic to cats, but that does not mean—”

         “I know you love them,” you sang triumphantly, waving at him. “So you can’t say no.” You couldn’t stop smiling for a million different reasons, and you were no longer afraid that your ever-observant best friend (now something more?) would notice and give you a reason to stop.

         “I know, I can’t, I love them, they’re adorable,” he conceded in a childish whine. He glanced at you at the corner of his eye. He reached out, his thumb brushing the little scar that still sat on your chin years after your first encounter. “And I love you, too, clumsy.”

         You’ve said those words to each other countless times over the years. Just once, you said it to him in a different way when you thought he couldn’t hear. But just like how he could always read your mind no matter how hard you tried to keep your thoughts in order, you could read his just as easily. And you knew now that your sentiment was no longer left unanswered.

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“NEW WORLDS!” — an enhypen collab

hi everyone! after seeing a few float around on tumblr, i really wanted to host an enhypen collab! so, I’m a huge fan of kdramas and since I’ve scene so many in my lifetime I’ve decided to do a kdrama based collab!! :D

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this 😭 the sweetest and most wholesome thing i've read in a while 😭

say you love me (i love you) | chwe vernon

ミ★ synopsis: three heavy words. you’re so used to saying this to the one person that’s always been by your side, because you know that he’s your other half; platonically. these words have always held some sort of meaning whenever you say it to vernon, in hopes that maybe one day he’ll say it back to you.

ミ★ genre: best friends to lovers!au, slow burn(ish), fluff, humor

ミ★ warnings: nothing !

ミ★ word count: 5,773

ミ★ pairings: vernon x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys !! sorry for such a long delay, i was super swamped with my midterms and now i have finals coming up wAAAA but here’s my 2 year anniversary oneshot gift !! i haven’t written a vernon oneshot in a long time and i decided that now was the best time to write one! i kinda based this one off of how my bf and i started dating… LMAO. so this one is v cute :] i hope you guys like this one ! make sure to give vernon lots of love <33

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Diamond in the Rough | 8 (800~ words)

You’ve never liked your older brother’s job as a paranormal investigator on YouTube, but as long as he never brought it home, you didn’t mind. But after a series of nightmares and unexplainable circumstances, you suck it up and ask Yeonjun and his friends for help in getting rid of the ghost that’s attached itself to you. And though Taehyun warned him against it, Hueningkai finds his own self getting attached to you too.

.: friends to lovers .:. f!reader .:. fluff, hurt/comfort, paranormal :.

.: tw: paranormal elements, mature language, depression :.

.: masterlist .:. budget ghostbusters :.

You can’t say you’re excited about the plans you’ve forced yourself to make at all, but here you are anyways - waiting at the entrance of your school for two of the people you’ve spent the majority of the past year trying to avoid. The first of whom is Heeseung, someone who you once had the biggest crush on; and the other being Karina, someone you once called your best friend. There was never a big fight or anything that pulled you apart, hence the awkward but amicable tension.

You will say, though, that sometimes you wished there was a big fight. That way, you wouldn’t have to fake nice anymore.

“Ynie! My love!” You hear a chirpy voice from behind you, prompting you turn and see Karina smiling wide with arms out. Despite wearing the exact same uniform you are, she is glowing as she always is - hair perfectly curled just as her lashes. She’s pretty, for sure.

The hug you return is awkward, but you hug nonetheless. “Hey,” you greet in return. You’ve always hated her nicknames. Despite how sweet they were meant to come across, it always felt so condescending.

“How have you been, doll?”

You clear your throat with a grimace. “I’m doing alright. You?”

“Perfect as ever!” Karina smiles.

Perfect as ever.

As if on cue, a familiar car drives up to the curb, the passenger’s side window rolling down to reveal a smirking Heeseung. “Hop in, girls!”

And so you do, if only Karina hadn’t subtly pushed past you to get into the passenger’s side first. Nonetheless, you move to sit in the back, and with the view of the two of them laughing together, you find yourself reminded of the previous year. You force yourself to shake it off.

Now’s not the time.

After your half hour drive with Heeseung the day before, you felt a lot more comfortable coming to the outing. He had been a bit of tease, but also naturally respectful and understanding with your distance. It started to feel like you might go back to where you once used to stand with him.

Of course, Karina’s here today so… maybe not.

As planned, Heeseung drives you both downtown to a small cafe, and on a Tuesday afternoon such as this, you three are the only customers, seated in a corner booth with you sandwiched between them. Time passes much slower than you wish as the two seem to deliberately leave you out of the conversation, asking you questions and then answering them before you can even come up with an answer.

That’s how it’s always been with Heeseung and Karina.

At the very least, Karina was right about the cafe. The food’s pretty good.

“Ugh, this sponge cake is amazing,” Karina comments after a bite. And while you don’t enjoy agreeing with her, you have to on this one. “Do you bake a lot, YN?”

“Um, not really?”

“Just felt like I should ask since you seem to be cooking lots recently,” she smiles, going back to her cake. Heeseung snorts from your left, taking a sip to stop himself from reacting further.

“Um, I guess? How did you-”

“We’re mutuals on Twitter, babes!” Karina reminds you with a sickening smile. “I saw those breakfast pics of Beomgyu.”

“You seem a lot closer with your brother’s friends in general,” Heeseung adds.

Karina shares a look with Heeseung. “Well, more than before.”

Right.

And suddenly, you’re reminded of why you felt you had to distance yourself from them on purpose.

The room feels hotter out of nowhere, and you bring a hand up to adjust the collar of your top, clearing your throat out of sudden dehydration. “My parents are out of town so-”

“Aw, the boys are taking care of you! I see…” Karina nods, using her fork to play with the remaining crumbs of her cake. “Well, if your parents are out of town, we should be hosting a party!”

Heeseung looks up from his own dessert with an eyebrow arched. “Rina…”

“Why not, Hee?” Karina tilts her head in that way that she does. “Come on Ynie! You wanna throw a party too, don’t you?”

And well, no one says no to Karina.

“Sure… Why not?”

“Make sure to invite your brother and his friends!”

And with giddy claps and a bright, beautiful smile, Karina starts typing away on her phone after you three agree on Friday, sending invites to everybody who’s anybody. On the other hand, Heeseung doesn’t seem too excited, though he still goes along with the plans.

And you?

No one says no to Karina.

And you’re not too worried. You’ve thrown little gatherings at your place before and attended Karina’s more stereotypically high school ones. Things should- will be alright.

Besides, as much as the duo of them continue to undermine you, something about your isolation in the trio feels comfortable. But as they say, it’s normal to find comfort in the familiar. And the emptiness inside of you is all too homey.

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one of these days im going to really lose it with all these kpop idols i stan

i am definition of rotting kpoppie

[zzhhbloom]

Diamond in the Rough | 7

You’ve never liked your older brother’s job as a paranormal investigator on YouTube, but as long as he never brought it home, you didn’t mind. But after a series of nightmares and unexplainable circumstances, you suck it up and ask Yeonjun and his friends for help in getting rid of the ghost that’s attached itself to you. And though Taehyun warned him against it, Hueningkai finds his own self getting attached to you too.

.: friends to lovers .:. f!reader .:. fluff, hurt/comfort, paranormal :.

.: tw: paranormal elements, mature language, depression :.

.: masterlist .:. budget ghostbusters :.

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[zzhhbloom]

stan list because it's a lot and even i might forget LMAO

red velvet

nct (mostly dreamies)

loona

stray kids

the boyz

enhypen

weeekly

p1harmony

ive

kep1er

fromis_9

and some other groups i really like but dont fully stan atm:

treasure

seventeen

twice

itzy

woo!ah!

day6

txt

[zzhhbloom]

welcome to tubatu caffee ☕️