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[lambiconic]

wait-- we're all into the same barista!?

if you havent, read the first four!!: simon gaz johnny price ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Johnny was the first to bring you up, of course. Slipping it into conversation oh so casually that he’d managed to get a date with a girl he’d had his eye on.

Simon looked up for just a second, brows raised. “You go on dates all the time, mate. What’s special about this one?”

“Flirt with half the population when given the chance.” Price added.

Johnny didn’t answer right away. He just sat there, eyes on the floor for a second too long. Then, slowly, he shook his head. “Nah. She’s different.”

Simon scoffed. “They’re all different, until they’re not.”

“Well, I’m interested! Tell me all about her, mate.” Gaz spoke up, shooting the other two men a glare.

Johnny instantly broke into a wide grin as he stood. “I’ve been hangin’ around that coffee place! Y’know, the one near base? Yeah, chattin’ up the barista—”

He barely got the words out before the table erupted.

“The barista…?” “The cashier?!” “Which one!?” “Wait, what shop!?” “The one with the pretty smile?” “Always recommends weird pastries?” 

The questions flew like bullets, all three of them suddenly leaning forward, eyes narrowing.

“Uhh.. I don’t think she ever made me buy any pastries–” Johnny began. “But..uhh,..whats-it-called? The uhh Blue Moon.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. That’s my coffee shop.”

Price instantly frowned. “Your coffee shop? Mate, I’ve been going there for weeks. Doll at the counter always give me the extra stamp on my card.”

“WHICH BARISTA!?!” Gaz, asked again. “The..the one with the big smile? And the eyes–”

“They all have eyes,” Simon grumbled, interrupting him.

“No! MY–The barista there when I go has these.. These eyes!” He rambled on glancing around the table. “And when she smiles–”

“Her nose wrinkles?” Price guessed, jaw tight.

“And her gums show,” Simon throws in.

“What.. what are ye guys talking about?” Johnny’s grin faded slightly. ‘No.. wait. I’ve a pic of her.”

The three men waited with bated breath as Johnny pulled out his phone and carefully slid it across the table. The three men leaned in, crowded around the phone like it held classified intel. 

And there, still in uniform and holding a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, was you. Pretty, charismatic, nose wrinkling, gum-smile you.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Price muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.

Gaz just stared, jaw slack. “That’s my barista.”

Simon said nothing…just exhaled slowly through his nose, gaze locked on the photo like it had personally betrayed him.

Johnny looked between them, stunned. “Yer all takin’ the piss, right?”

“No one’s takin’ the piss, mate,” Price said, sounding remarkably grim for a man talking about a barista. “That’s her.”

Johnny sat down slowly. “So... what yer sayin’ is... we’ve all been tryin’ to pull the same lass.”

Another silence.

Then Simon finally spoke. “...She’s good.”

Gaz just leaned back, arms crossed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I need a drink. Not coffee.”

[captivekitten]

[runningincircl3s]

Who Are You?

Kickboxer!Noah x Reader

Chapter Five

chapter warnings: i don't want to spoil anything but i think it's important for me to mention reader does NOT have an eating disorder!! she's just anxious!! a little nsfw? just a comment from matt tho!! i put too much of myself into reader

masterlist ♡ can i just say thank you sooo much for the love on this fic already it's actually crazy??? the idea for this has been on my mind for months (not to expose myself here but it's been my bedtime scenario to help me sleep for so long lmao) so i'm just happy that i can sit here and giggle and kick my feet whilst i write this and people can feel the same when they read it!! :)

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Minutes ago...

“You're sure this is a good idea?” Kylie asked, her heels tapping quickly against the hallway floor as she attempted to keep up with James' pace- but right now he was a man on a mission, and he was not slowing down for anyone.

“Of course!" He grinned, turning to face her, "Worst case, we say we forgot she had plans. Best case?” He smirked, “We catch them being horny and weird, and we get to make fun of her forever!”

Kylie stopped in front of the door and fished around in her bag for her spare key, whilst James pressed his ear up against the door, listening.

“I can hear something. Are they... laughing?” His brows furrowed as he waved a hand for Kylie to join him.

“Probably-“

THUMP

“What was that?” James gasped, wide eyed.

Kylie grinned and shoved the key into the lock

“Let’s find out.”

The door slowly creaked open.

Kylie stepped in first and immediately froze. James bumped into her shoulder as he followed behind.

“What-“

And then he froze too...

Because on the couch, front and centre stage, barely five feet away from them, was you and Noah.

Or you straddling Noah, his hand on your hips, your forehead against his shoulder.

James blinked, before turning to Kylie to whisper.

“Are they-“

“OH MY GOD,” Kylie shrieked, not bothering to keep quiet as she sounded somewhere in between thrilled and horrified. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

You yelped, recoiling like you’d been caught stealing candy.

“KYLIE?!”

Noah groaned under his breath, already covering his face with one hand like he’d foreseen this exact scenario in a nightmare.

James stared, wide eyed in stunned silence, and then calmly said.

“Are you… dry humping him on the couch?”

You scrambled upright, bashing your leg into the coffee table in your rush to escape.

“OW FUCK! No! I- we were sparring!”

“Are you sure?” Kylie asked sweetly. “Because it kinda looked like you were trying to fuck him into the upholstery.”

“Jesus Christ.” Noah mumbled under his breath as he sat up.

“Your form was solid, though." James said as he took a step forward, "Good hips.” He nodded, his hand stroking his chin as if he were a judge on a TV show, "Only thing I'd say you could improve on is-"

“JAMES,” you shrieked. “GET OUT!! BOTH OF YOU!!!”

They both giggled as they backed out of the door. You rushed to slam it shut behind them, making it rattle in its frame.

And for a minute, all you could do was stand there, your back to the room, hand still on the door handle.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even look at him.

You’d never wanted the floor to swallow you more in your entire life.

You had just been on top of him in front of your best friends.

Oh god. You were never going to hear the end of this.

You thought you should say something to Noah, though you weren't entirely sure what you should say in a situation like this. So, you swallowed hard, your throat burning as you opened your mouth.

“I…” you said, finally turning just enough for him to hear you speak, your eyes still locked firmly on the floor. “You can have a shower if you want. Or… you can just go. It’s fine.”

For a moment, Noah didn’t move. He didn’t say anything.

And you still couldn’t look at him.

Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you could barely hear how suffocating the silence actually was. You tucked your hands into the sleeves of your gym shirt, as if that could help you.

“I’m really sorry,” you said, voice quieter now. “About everything. About them. About… that.”

Still, nothing.

You peeked up at him for the briefest second.

He was sitting exactly as you’d left him, on the edge of the couch, head in his hands, forearms resting on his knees. His brows were drawn tight, his lips pressed into a line, eyes fixed somewhere on the carpet, far away. He looked like he was thinking too hard.

And then he got up. He quickly threw his hoodie on and grabbed his gym bag.

“Save it. I’m the one who should be sorry.” He mumbled as he passed you on the way to the door.

He didn’t look your way once. He just reached for the handle with no hesitation.

And left.

…

You didn’t text him all week, and he didn’t text you either.

Not that you expected him to, he looked pretty pissed when he left and that only made you feel more awful about it all. You made him uncomfortable, and now you were afriad he would never talk to you again- because this time he actually had a valid reason.

Every time you unlocked your phone, you thought about texting him. But you didn't know what to say... Hey, its me, sorry! or Did I ruin everything? or Sorry you had to push me off your lap in front of my best friends, still up for class on Tuesday?

A few days later, your friends came over to make up for that night. But they noticed you weren't yourself, and they admitted to feeling guilty about it, but you reassured them it had nothing to do with them, and everything to do with you.

“Has he texted you yet?” Kylie asked gently as she handed you a cup of tea, as if she didn’t already know the answer. You couldn't even look at the tea. It reminded you of him. How he had let you try his, how he had paid for you at the café, how you had screwed everything up before it could even start.

You shook your head, placing the mug down onto the table before curling deeper into the blanket cocoon you’d wrapped around yourself on the couch.

“Nope.”

“Are you going to text him?”

“Nope.”

She gave you a look, crossing her arms as she stood above you.

“Babe.”

“I can’t,” you groaned. “What if he thinks I’m still trying to... I don’t know, hump him on the couch again?!”

James popped his head in from the kitchen, a spoon hanging out of his mouth.

"I'm sure he'd happily accept, did you see the look on his face? I thought he was about to-"

“JAMES!”

“I’m just saying." He shrugged, a grin creeping up on his face, "I'm sure he'd love for you to "fall" on top of him again.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Kylie rolled her eyes as she sat down on the couch beside you.

You groaned and buried your face in the blanket.

“I’m going to cancel my gym membership. I'm never showing my face there again.”

“No,” Kylie said firmly. “You’re not.”

You peeked at her through a little slit in the blanket.

“You can’t stop me!”

“I can,” she replied, tugging the blanket away from your face, “And I will. You love that gym, and you love kickboxing. You finally found something you enjoy and you’re good at, and you’re going to throw it away because you dry humped your hot trainer on a Tuesday?”

“I didn’t-”

“You did.” James called from the kitchen. “And it was hot!”

“Shut up, James!”

Kylie leaned in, lowering her voice.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Neither did he. You tripped and things escalated from there. And I thought you said he was the one who encouraged you to move... on him."

"I thought so, but what if I was wrong? He kept telling me not to move, even when I was trying to get off of him but then that happened... And then you guys walked in. You weren't even supposed to be coming, and I told him that! I'm just worried I made him mad, he couldn't even look at me before he left."

“Babe,” Kylie said gently, “Noah’s not mad. He probably left because he panicked, not because he didn’t like it.”

"So why hasn't he texted me?"

"Why haven't you texted him?"

You stayed quiet, chewing your lip.

“You’re not cancelling your gym membership,” she said again. “You’re going to go to the next class like a grown up and face it. And if he acts weird, then he’s the problem. Not you.”

You stayed buried in the blanket, but your voice was soft when it came out.

“…Will you walk me there?”

“Of course.” Kylie smiled.

...

You’d been anxious all day. You didn't sleep the night before, you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t focus at work. You couldn’t stop thinking about that damn night, and regretting every moment of it.

Your apartment was a mess, responsibilities you've ignored over the last few days were piling up, both clean and dirty laundry piled on the dining table, dishes filled the sink, but all you’d done for the last hour was sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the hand wraps Noah let you borrow last week. The ones you didn't get a chance to give back before he left.

You had taken better care of them than you had yourself for the last few days, you googled if they needed washing, what to use and how to clean them correctly, what's the right way to dry them...

Now, they sat in your lap like they weighed a hundred pounds.

You told yourself that if things went wrong tonight, if he glared at you from across the room, if he ignored you, acted like he hated you, then you were simply only there to return them to him. You'd hand them back. Say thanks. Leave. Cancel your gym membership. Move across the planet.

It was barely a plan. But it was the only thing holding you together right now.

A sudden knock at the door made you flinch, pulling you back from your thoughts as you tossed the wraps down onto your bed and made your way across you apartment to open it.

You could already hear James' voice from the other side of the door. And as you slowly pulled it open, you were met with two overly happy best friends.

Kylie was leaning against the doorframe behind him, arms folded, and James was stood directly in front of you, holding two coffees, you already knew one would be used as some kind of bribe.

“You ready?” Kylie asked, noticing how you were already in your gym clothes.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, but just as you were about to shut the door on them, something got in your way.

It was James' arm. Holding out a coffee.

“Drink this, put some shoes on and grab your bag.”

...

You barely spoke on the way out of your apartment, because you still weren't sure this was a good idea. The walk to the gym was barely even five minutes, but it was long enough to feel your life flash before your eyes.

James continued to sip his coffee, oblivious to your meltdown, whereas Kylie kept glancing over at you- probably to check up on you, though you thought she was making sure you hadn't ran away in the time it took her to push the main door open.

You took a deep breath as you stopped at the curb opposite the gym. It felt like you hadn't been here in years, when only two weeks had passed.

“I can’t go in." You whispered, shrinking into your hoodie like it might shield you.

“You can,” Kylie said, looping her arm through yours. “And you will.”

“What if he ignores me?”

“Then he's an asshole and he doesn't deserve you." She said simply, already steering you toward the crossing.

The light turned green, but you didn't budge.

“Come on.” Kylie tugged your arm.

“I’ll throw up!”

“You won’t.”

“I’ll cry!”

“You might. But that's okay.”

Your feet stayed rooted.

“Kylie-”

Kylie gave James a nod, and he quickly grabbed your other arm, coffee still in hand, and the two of them physically dragged you across the street.

“KYLIE. JAMES. STOP!!”

“Relax,” James waved his hand. “No one even knows what you did. Except us. And Noah. And the couch. And maybe even Aaron, depending on where you hid him.”

You groaned, the building was growing closer with every forced step.

The doors were right there now. Right in front of you.

You knew you had to do this, because what's the worst that could happen? Your life would go back to the way it was 6 months ago, and Noah would find a new girl to teach, to tease, to hold-

That was all the motivation you needed. Suddenly, you feet were moving before you could even attempt to stop, and you had made it into the gym.

As the glass doors slid shut behind you, you turned back to your friends, giving them an unsure wave.

But, as you reached the door to the usual room, you hesitated.

You peeked through the glass panel on the door, just to see if he was there- and yep! You spotted him immediately.

He was across the room, standing in his usual spot, your usual spot, but he was laughing with two guys you didn’t really recognise. They’ve never been here before. Noah looked genuinely happy, like he didn't have a care in the world, and you don't know why that stung the way it did.

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your gym bag, wondering whether or not to leave. You could slip out and nobody would notice. Noah certainly didn't look like he was bothered by your absence.

But you couldn't leave. Not with his hand wraps in your pocket. Or else you’d be reminded of him every time you saw them in your drawer of shame, along with your crochet hooks and acrylic nail kits, and other items from hobbies you had given up on a long time ago.

You swallowed hard, forcing your legs to move, forcing your arms to reach out just enough to push the door open.

Your shoes tapped lightly against the floor as you crossed the room, weaving between bodies, keeping your eyes on him.

You felt more nauseous with every step, and as soon as he was in arms reach, you felt a little light headed, like you might pass out.

You took a breath, barely holding it together as you reached him. You tapped his arm gently, his skin warm under your cold fingertips.

“Noah?” Your voice came out small, a little unsure, but he quickly turned to face you. “Can we… talk?”

For a second, he looked like he wasn’t sure what to say... but before he could answer, Tasha's voice rang across the gym.

“Alright everyone, warm up time! Partners or solo, let’s go!”

Your heart sank. But Noah gave a small, apologetic tilt of his head, offering you a softer look this time, one that was more familiar, more him.

“After class,” he promised quietly. “I’ll find you.”

You barely had time to nod before he was tugged away by one of his friends, the one with the beard and darker hair, leaving you alone.

Great!

With a sigh, you shrugged off your hoodie and dropped your bag by your usual spot on the bench. After a quick sip of water, you began to stretch near the edge of the mats. Everyone else had already partnered up, pairs sprawled across the room, laughing, bouncing lightly on their feet, and there you were. Alone.

You bent to fix your shoes, fiddling with the laces, when a voice spoke beside you.

“You wanna partner up?”

You glanced up.

One of Noah's friends, the one with the slight baby face, smiled at you. His hair was dirty blonde, and you noticed how one of his arms was completely covered in tattoos, matching the one fully covered leg.

"Sure!" You straightened, blinking.

With a kind smile, he held out a hand.

“I'm Matt.”

...

You swiped the back of your wrist across your forehead, the warm up had been a little more intense today, and you already felt a little sticky with sweat.

You had been trying your best to ignore Noah, and it had been working so far. You hadn't glanced his way once, and every time you could hear his voice, you blocked it out- or tried to at least.

But now you needed a drink. You wandered over to the where you left your bottle and took a sip before leaning against the wall to catch your breath. That’s when you noticed Matt struggling to wrap his hands. You spotted how one hand was wrapped too loose, and the other was looking like a tangled shoelace.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out, and Matt’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as you approached, still smiling to yourself.

“Need some help?” You asked, already reaching for the wrap.

Matt made a face, you couldn’t tell if he was somewhat amused or offended.

“It’s harder than it looks, alright.” He said, watching your hands.

You chuckled under your breath, gently taking his left hand, fingers brushing his wrist as you started unravelling the mess.

“You’ve got them a little twisted,” you explained, smoothing the fabric out. “You’ll cut your circulation off if they’re like that.”

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” He pointed out.

You shrugged, carefully looping the wrap across his knuckles, the way Noah had shown you a dozen times now.

You were even slightly surprised you knew what you were doing. But Noah didn’t have to know you knew how to do it, you liked the way he did it for you.

“I had a good teacher.”

Matt thought nothing of it at first, and you finished wrapping his hands. You let yourself glance over at Noah now, just the once, and you kinda wished you didn't. He had just slipped his black gloves on, his chest was still rising and falling pretty quickly from the warm ups, and he was grinning at whoever his other friend was. His hair had fallen over his eyes a little, his biceps looked a little too biteable-

"I think we should spar," Matt said, making you flinch as he pulled you out of your Noah induced daze, "But you'll have to go easy on me, I'm still pretty new at this."

"Yeah," you nodded, your pulse still racing, your cheeks still slightly hot from looking at the guy across the room, "We should."

You both slipped on a pair of gloves, and then you looked at Matt... You tilted your head, giving him an unimpressed once over. His stance was okay, but his feet were too wide apart, shoulders too tight. You knew it wasn’t going to work.

“You’re gonna fall like that.” You pointed out, stepping closer before he could argue.

Matt’s brows lifted, but he didn’t argue as you nudged at his foot with yours to adjust his position.

He stayed perfectly still, watching you with amused eyes as your hand skimmed down his arm, gently repositioning his elbow and wrist.

“Getting real hands on already,” he murmured, grin widening. “If I’d known you were this friendly, I’d have showed up sooner.”

You laughed softly, giving his shoulder a quick push to test his balance.

“If you showed up sooner I probably wouldn’t have had to correct you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled, rolling his neck, “Show me what you got!”

And you did exactly that.

You both sparred for a while, dodging each others moves, laughing as you kept him on his toes. It was clear he wasn’t expecting you to be so good at this, and in all honesty neither were you. You dodged nearly every hit he threw, slipping just out of range, each time his frustration growing more obvious.

“Okay…” Matt exhaled, shaking his head as you ducked another jab, your grin only growing. “You’re way better than I thought.”

“Like I said, I had a good teacher.” You shrugged, your gaze meeting Noah's for just a moment.

Matt’s eyes shot across the room for the briefest second, then, a knowing smirk crawled across his lips.

“Oh… you’re that y/n,” he muttered, stepping forward faintly, “Yeah… Noah always talks about you.”

“He does?” You raised an eyebrow.

Matt didn’t reply right away, he continued to move, forcing you to follow. His grin widened, cocky now.

“All the time… y’know he never really cared too much about the gym before, but now he makes sure he doesn’t miss this class if he can help it. He said he trains with a pretty girl…” His voice dropped to a more teasing tone. “But you should hear him when he gets home… we’ve got paper thin walls.”

He let the words hang, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he watched your guard slowly drop before he continued.

“Your names real familiar by now, I thought I was just hearing things the first few nights,” he added. “Turns out, he’s not exactly quiet when he’s thinking about you.”

Your breath hitched, heart picking up speed. Matt’s grin only widened as he dodged your wobbly jab effortlessly.

“Yeah… one sleepless night was all it took for me to figure out what kind of ‘training’ goes on in his head,” he said. “Can’t unhear it now.”

Before you could respond, he made a move since your guard was down. It was just a quick kick that caught your side, but it knocked you off balance. You stumbled, laughing as you landed hard on your ass.

Matt grinned down at you.

“Gotcha!”

“You asshole!” You chuckled, reaching out for his hand as he offered to help you up.

But just as you made it back to your feet, you heard his voice.

“Swap with me.” It wasn’t a question, Noah was already tugging his gloves off.

“Noah?" Your brows furrowed.

“Dude, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t care. You’re with Davis now.” He said, already taking Matts place on the mat.

Matt rolled his eyes, but seemingly knew better than to fight.

“Fine, fine!” He sighed, giving you a small smile and a gentle wave as he wandered off.

“Are you okay?” Noah asked, his voice laced with panic as he turned his attention back to you. “That looked like it hurt.”

“Noah, I’m fine. Really. He didn’t knock me down, I slipped… You know what I’m like.”

“But he caught you off guard, he shouldn’t have done that.”

He was right. He did catch you off guard…

One sleepless night was all it took for me to figure out what kind of ‘training’ goes on in his head…

“C’mon, let’s take a break.” Noah nodded towards the benches by the side of the mat.

You didn’t fight him. Mostly because your lower back was already starting to throb from where you hit the floor, and the adrenaline was wearing off quick.

The second you sat down, you winced. You shifted a little, but it was enough for Noah to notice, his brows furrowing immediately.

“Where?”

“Where what?” You blinked.

“Where does it hurt?” His tone left no room for argument, his gaze sweeping over you like he was assessing every inch for damage.

“It’s nothing.” You tried to say, but he was already crouching in front of you, his hands- still wrapped but he had ditched the gloves now- were resting lightly on your knees, waiting for permission to check.

He tilted his head, eyes softer now as he said it again.

"Tell me where it hurts."

Your cheeks flushed.

"Just... near the bottom of my back."

“That’s what I thought.” He said, stepping over the bench so he could get behind you. His thumb carefully brushed the hem of your shirt, “Lift this a little?”

You swallowed, fingers trembling slightly as you pulled your shirt up. His thumb gently dipped beneath the waistband of your leggings, moving them down just the slightest bit, just enough for him to see the faint mark blooming across your skin.

His jaw flexed. His thumb traced the space just beside the bruise, never on it, never pressing.

“He shouldn’t have done that.” Noah muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you as he stepped back over the bench.

“It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention-”

“No, it wasn’t.” He said, crouching down to your level. “You don’t blame yourself for that.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you settled for a weak smile.

“Stay here,” he said, standing. “I’ll grab some more water.”

When Noah returned with two bottles of water, sitting beside you on the bench, something had changed. Now that you weren’t on the floor in pain, you had both remembered.

He handed you the bottle, but neither of you spoke.

You both sat there in silence, you were thinking of how to word what you wanted to say, and so was he. In all the weeks of coming to the gym and seeing Noah, nothing had ever felt as awkward as it did right now. Not even the time you misjudged and kicked him in the balls.

It was just too quiet.

You fiddled with the bottle cap, twisting it open and taking a sip just to avoid saying what you knew was coming. Noah ran a hand through his hair, his own bottle untouched.

Then, finally, when you both spoke at once.

“So about last week-”

“I should probably explain-”

You both cut off, blinking at each other, the corner of his mouth lifting with a little awkward grin.

“Sorry." You mumbled, laughing under your breath.

“No, you first.” He offered, voice lower and quieter than usual- nervous perhaps, though he hid it pretty well.

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek before glancing at him.

“I… thought you were avoiding me.”

“I thought you were avoiding me.” He said, his eyebrows raised in surprise, and a little amusement.

You breathed a soft laugh, fiddling with the thumb hole in your sleeve.

“I wasn’t. I was just… embarrassed, and I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me again.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“Why?”

“Because…” You looked away, staring down at the bottle in your hands, thumb running over the ridges of the plastic. “Because my friends barged in, and it was embarrassing for me. And I thought it was for you too, and then you couldn't even look at me afterwards... I thought I made you mad."

Noah stayed quiet for a second, his gaze fixed on you, though you were still looking down at your bottle. After a moment, you heard him exhale softly, like he was trying to ease something off his chest.

“You didn’t make me mad,” he said, his voice gentle, "Not at all."

You peeked up at him. His brows furrowed a little as he sat back, water bottle resting loose in his hands.

“I couldn’t look at you,” he admitted, the faintest edge of embarrassment touching his tone, “Because I thought I messed it up.”

"Messed what up?” You frowned.

“That night,” he said, gaze dropping to the ground for a second before meeting yours again. “I should’ve asked before I touched you like that. I wasn’t thinking straight… And when they walked in, I saw your face, I thought... I thought I pushed you too far. You looked… I don’t know. Scared. Like you regretted it.”

“Noah,” you whispered, shaking your head quickly, “I wasn’t scared. And I didn’t regret it.”

He didn’t answer right away, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little, though hus eyes searched yours like he wasn’t sure if he could believe you yet.

“I didn’t stop you,” you added softly, the words barely above a whisper, "Because I wanted it too."

Noah was quiet for a moment, like he was taking your words in. Then, with a little nod of his head, he hummed.

“Okay,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Well, I'm glad we're both idiots.”

You laughed at that, nodding your head as you felt the weight on your chest finally lift for the first time in days.

"We are."

Now, the silence between you felt comfortable. You sighed contently, like you could finally breathe.

However, the silence didn't last for long. Because your stomach decided now was the perfect time to let out a long, humiliating growl!

grrrrrhrggghhhg

Your eyes widened in horror, and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. Noah’s brows raised slightly.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, his voice soft as his eyes met yours again.

You opened your mouth to deny it on instinct, but his head tilted knowingly, cutting you off before you could speak.

“Don’t lie,” he murmured, eyes narrowing in playful warning. “I’ve been watching you. You've not been yourself, your hands are shaky and you let Matt knock you on your ass… how long’s it been since you ate?”

"Last night," you confessed, fiddling with your bottle again, "I've felt too sick, too nervous to eat all day. I've been worrying about seeing you, I was worried you wouldn't want to talk to me."

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice softening. “I told you… I’m the idiot who thought you wouldn’t wanna talk to me.”

Your lips parted like you wanted to say something, but you couldn’t.

Noah exhaled softly, eyes still steady on yours before he leaned down, reaching for his gym bag beside the bench. After a moment of rummaging, he pulled out a protein bar, the wrapper slightly crumpled but still intact.

"This is all I've got," he said, sounding almost a little disappointed , like he genuinely wished he could pull a full meal out of his gym bag for you, "I guess it's better than nothing."

You smiled faintly, your nerves unraveling just enough to let a breathier laugh slip out.

“It’s fine,” you murmured, reaching for it, “Thank y-”

But before your fingers could brush the wrapper, he held it just out of reach, brow raised, the corner of his mouth curving ever so slightly.

“Only if you let me take you to dinner after class." He bargained softly, "Wherever you want."

My bed?

Your lips parted, eyes darting between his and the protein bar like you were considering the terms of a contract.

“It doesn’t have to be a date,” he added, “I already told the guys I’ll drop them home so I'll do that first... then we’ll get food. Is that okay? You can still have the protein bar if you say no by the way.”

The sincerity in his tone made your heart warm. You nodded once, small but certain, and he finally handed over the bar.

“Good.” He smiled.

You hesitated, eyeing the wrapper suspiciously, then took a cautious bite… and instantly grimaced.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled around the dry, chalky mouthful, “I've had one of these before... and I swore I'd never touch one again!"

Noah chuckled under his breath, stealing the rest from your hand and finishing it off himself with zero hesitation.

"Dunno what you mean, they're delicious!" He teased, though it was clear he was trying not to scrunch his face up.

Despite everything, you smiled, settling back on the bench beside him, shoulders brushing slightly. For the first time all week, you could actually breathe.

"I'd ask if you want to get back on the mats," Noah said, looking over at where you had left your gloves, "But I don't want to risk you passing out on me."

"Wouldn't be my most graceful moment." You laughed softly, nudging his shoulder.

Noah's lips parted, like he was about to say something. Then, his eyes drifted across the room towards his friends. They looked like they were meant to be sparring, but instead they were messing around, seeing who could wrap their arms and legs around a punching bag and stay on for the longest.

"Okay," Noah sighed under his breath, "If they don’t wanna be sensible..." He stood, grabbing both your gym bags without asking, slinging his own over his shoulder. "We’re leaving."

"You sure?" You asked, standing slowly.

"They’re barely training, you nearly fainted, and I promised you food. Let’s go."

You smiled, following him across the mats as he called out to the other two.

"We’re done. Grab your stuff."

Matt groaned dramatically but obeyed, the darker haired one- you heard Noah say his name was Davis- shrugging as they followed on behind you.

You didn’t miss how all three of them were wearing something with the words Bad Omens on it... Noah's shorts had the name printed down the side, Matt had a black hoodie with a design on the back, and Davis wore a tshirt with the name on the front. It could've bene a coincidence, but you've noticed Noah seems to wear a lot of things with that name on...

"What's a Bad Omens?" You asked, eyeing the clothes. "You guys in some sort of cult?"

"You could say that," Davis snorted, "But no, it's a band that we're all... fans of."

"Like... a boyband?" You chuckled, watching Matt's smirk grow even more mischievous.

"Metal band." Davis clarified with a nod of his head.

"Yeah but the lead singer? He's pretty enough to be in one, isn't that right, Noah?"

"I... uh..."

You looked over at him, intrigued.

“You a fan too?”

"Yeah... something like that." Noah said, but thankfully this conversation ended as you reached the car- and now Matt and Davis were arguing over the front seat.

“Hey, you sat in the front on the way here!”

“Yeah only cos you walked!”

“So it should be me-“

“I’m older.”

“It’s Noah’s fucking car!”

"Guys, calm the fuck down," Noah interrupted, unlocking the car with a click. His hand pressed lightly to your lower back as he guided you toward the passenger side. "She’s got the front."

Ignoring the guys groans, you slid into the passenger seat, still hyper aware of the warmth of Noah’s hand as it drifted off your back, his touch lingering on your skin long after it was gone. The door clicked shut beside you, and you stared at the dashboard for a second, completely frozen.

You were in Noah’s car.

Noah’s car.

The inside smelled a little like him, you definitely needed to find out what cologne he uses. His hoodie was on the drivers seat, you assumed he took it off just as he got out earlier. He threw his and your gym back into the back with the guys, where you could hear Matt and Davis still bickering as they piled in behind you, but it all felt muffled compared to the way your pulse thundered in your ears.

You were in Noah’s car.

The guy you only knew as the hot gym guy just months ago!

Breathe. Just breathe.

You shifted awkwardly, gripping your seatbelt with shaky hands, fingers fumbling as you tried to clip it in. Noah slid into the driver’s side, glancing your way, one brow raising faintly as he caught your expression.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice laced with amusement like maybe he already knew exactly why you looked ready to combust.

You forced a little nod, swallowing hard as you clicked the seatbelt into place.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “Just… y’know… your car.”

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he started the engine.

“Yeah, you like it?” He teased.

...

After dropping the guys off, the car was noticeably quieter... You sat in the passenger seat, picking at your nails as Noah pulled away from the curb.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed on the gear stick. The radio played quietly, which you were thankful for, glad you weren't sat together in complete silence.

“Where d’you wanna go?” He asked, glancing over at you. You were a little surprised at how gentle his voice was.

You opened your mouth, but your brain faltered. You couldn’t think. The nerves from earlier were still sat in your chest, and being in his car next to him wasn't exactly helping. You weren’t even sure what you felt like eating.

“I…” you hesitated, shaking your head with a small shrug of your shoulders. “I dunno.”

Noah’s eyes were back on the road, but his lips curved into a small smile.

“That’s alright,” he replied, steering easily through the traffic. “I’ve got somewhere in mind... It’s nothing fancy. Just somewhere I like to go when I’m home.”

When I'm home.

You frowned slightly, because that's not the first time he had said that. Where else would he go? You already guessed he travelled a lot for work, so just assumed he meant that, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

The ride wasn’t long. Maybe five, ten minutes tops. But it felt longer with how aware you were of him, and how close he was- as if you weren't sat on top of him last week.

Eventually, he pulled into a small parking lot beside a little building with soft lighting spilling from the windows. It wasn’t what you expected, though you didn't even know what you were expecting.

The place was small, but it was inviting. It looked cozy from the outside, and that was confirmed as you followed him in. The lighting was warm, the sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, along with the smell of food, which made your stomach grumble once again.

The waiter by the door didn’t even ask for a name. Just a nod at Noah, like they knew him well, and you were led to a booth tucked near the back by a window.

You both sat down, giving the waiter your drinks order before he left.

And now here you were, sat across from Noah at a small, worn in table, menu in hand, eyes darting nervously between the list of food and him.

Noah sat casually, forearms resting on the table as he thumbed through the menu.

You, on the other hand, were barely skimming the options.

It wasn’t even the food. It was him... His presence, the soft look in his eyes, how nervous you suddenly felt around him.

You had felt this way before, but every time you had ever caught feelings for someone, it was never reciprocated- and if it was, it was only an act so they could get in your pants. But here you were, sat across from a guy who genuinely seemed to care about you, and the thought of him possibly feeling the same way as you made your heart do something you couldn't explain.

You hadn't even noticed you'd been staring blankly at the menu, not reading it. You'd been in a world of your own, and you quickly managed to snap yourself out of it and looked at the options.

Cheeseburgers. Fries. Onion rings. Mac and cheese. Double bacon cheeseburgers. It all sounded delicious... if you were sat at home by yourself in front of the tv, but the thought of ordering something like this in front of Noah made you feel a little uneasy.

And, of course, Noah noticed. His gaze lifted, head tilting slightly as he set his menu down.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice startled you slighlty, fingers tightening around the laminated page.

“Nothing!”

He didn’t buy it. His stare didn’t waver, but his expression softened, as did his voice.

“Talk to me.”

Your throat tightened, cheeks warming as you exhaled slowly, admitting under your breath,

“I don’t… know what to get.”

The words barely made it past your lips, but he caught them.

“That’s okay,” he leaned forward a little, his hand resting casually near yours on the table, like he was wanted to touch you but held back. “You’ve never been here before.”

You bit your lip, heart racing embarrassingly fast. Noah let the quiet stretch a moment longer, eyes searching yours before adding gently,

“Would you like me to order for you?”

The softness and sincerity in his voice made it hard to say no. So, despite the feeling in your chest, you nodded your head.

"Okay... yeah."

A small grin spread across his face, subtle but enough for you to notice, and your heart to skip a beat.

The menu stayed in your lap, mostly forgotten about, your fingers fidgeting with the corner as Noah caught the attention of the waiter.

You half expected him to just order his own food twice, but instead he almost listed off the whole menu. Two different burgers. Chicken nuggets. Fries. Onion rings. Even a side of wings, and also requested some different sauces.

You blinked, glancing up at him as the waiter scribbled everything down and walked off.

“That’s… a lot." You almost whispered, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.

Noah leaned back in the booth, casually draping his arm along the backrest, eyes fixed on yours- god he's so fucking hot.

“Yeah.” He nodded, like it was obvious. “No pressure that way, you can have whatever you want.”

You felt like your heart was going to burst with the amount of pure love you felt for this man.

You almost felt yourself begin to tear up- sure, it was just a simple gesture, all he did was order a bunch of things from the menu, but he did it for you. To make sure you had a choice, that there was at least one thing you liked.

“Noah, you didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” His eyes softened as he spoke, “Figured it’s easier than stressing over what to order… and before you say you weren’t, I could tell. You always get quiet when you’re overthinking, something I noticed during that first class.”

Your stomach did a silly little flip at that, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You looked away, tucking your hands into your lap.

He’d noticed. And instead of blatantly pointing it out, making it worse, he made it easier.

The food didn’t take long to come, and in the time it took you had been telling Noah all about your week, and your asshole of a boss. But then, the table was filled with plates, a basket of fries, burgers stacked high, golden onion rings- it all smelled incredible, and your stomach agreed, growling loudly enough that Noah huffed a soft laugh under his breath.

“See,” he teased, already reaching for one of the burgers, sliding the basket of fries toward you, “It smells good, right?”

You reached for a fry, hesitating a little, but Noah didn’t rush you. He didn’t say anything, just started eating his own food. You nibbled at the fry, glancing up at him across the table.

He caught your gaze and smirked faintly, nodding toward the rest of the food.

“Try this,” he said, not long after, holding half of his burger out toward you, it did look delicious. “It’s good!”

You hesitated again, but he was so patient with you. Your heart fluttred as you leaned forwards, taking a bite. Noah watched you carefully, smirking as you hummed softly in approval.

“Good, right?” He said as he pulled the burger back. “Told you.”

You nodded, still chewing, smiling despite yourself. The nerves didn’t completely vanish, but they eased enough for you to actually eat and enjoy the food, your appetite growing again.

…

You weren’t even sure how it happened, but between the two of you, every plate on the table was empty after about 20 minutes- besides the spicy wings, which you pulled a face at when you tried, and Noah teased you for it. You were comfortably full now, slouched just slightly in your seat, fingers lazily chasing the last few fries in the basket.

Noah watched you, elbows resting on the table, silently taking in how comfortable you looked now compared to earlier. You peeked up, catching the way his lips had curved into a small, warm smile.

“What?” You asked, wiping your hands with a napkin.

“Nothing.” He said with a gentle tilt of his head, his eyes warming as they met yours, along with his heart.

Your brows furrowed, but his smile only grew as he leaned in a little more.

“Just proud of you,” he expressed, voice a little quieter now. “I know you weren’t feeling yourself earlier.”

Your mouth hung open a little, and you didn't trust yourself to speak as you noticed how his words made your tummy feel fuzzy. You wanted him to tell you that again and again and again. You looked up again to meet his eyes, and something in the way he looked at you in this moment settled you more than anything else had all day.

You swallowed gently, tucking your hands beneath the table.

“Thank you.” You whispered, quiet but honest, looking away to try and hide the way your cheeks had turned pink.

A gentle, comfortable silence settled between the two for a quick moment, until Noah leaned back, tossed his napkin onto the plate and glanced toward the door.

“I should probably get you home,” he said. “Before your friends freak out.” Oh yeah. Kylie and James were waiting for you at your place.

“…Shit.” You blinked, laughing under your breath as realisation settled over you. “I didn’t tell them I was going anywhere.”

“What, you just disappeared on them?” Noah chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d actually take me to get food," you confessed, a little embarrassed, "I thought you were just saying it… just to be nice.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, pushing his chair back as he stood. His large hand came down, palm open in silent offer. You slipped your hand into his, letting him help you up, trying not to think about how perfectly your hand fit in his.

“For the record,” he murmured as you gathered your things, “I never say things I don’t mean. If I say I’ll take care of you…” His eyes met yours with a look that matched the teasing yet serious tone in the way he spoke, “I’ll do it properly.”

You followed him out, Noah’s hand brushed lightly against your lower back as he guided you toward the car, his gentle touch lingering for a moment longer than it probably needed to, like he wasn’t quite ready to let this evening end yet.

“Watch your head.” He said as he opened the passenger door for you.

The simple gesture made your heart warm, like everything else he does, but you slipped in carefully and let him shut the door for you, before he circled around to the drivers side.

The ride started quiet, the two of you still full but comfortable, you could already feel yourself wanting to yawn- it had been a long and rather emotional day.

You glanced his way once, studying his side profile, the line of his jaw, the tattoo on his throat that crept up the side of his neck- his perfect fucking nose that you wished you could reach out and just boop.

You hated how much you wanted him close again. Even if it was just for a moment, and you had spent all week regretting it, but you couldn't stop thinking about how his hands felt on your hips, how warm his bare chest was beneath your fingertips, how hard he was beneath you, and how it felt as he rocked you against him-

Stop. You shook the the thoughts from your head... but just as the horny ones left, the dreaded ones found their way back.

What if you didn't let your friends drag you across the street to the class? What if you only dropped by the class to hand his wraps back to him and leave again without saying a word. Would he have reached out? Or would he have let this- whatever was going on between you- die?

You exhaled quietly, turning your head to look out the window.

“Hey…” His voice gently pulled you from your thoughts, he glanced your way for a second before returning to the road. “You've gone quiet.”

"Sorry... I was thinking."

“Don't do that, you'll give yourself a headache,” he smirked, gently teasing. “No, seriously,” he prompted, voice a little softer now, “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to come up with a lie or an excuse, but knowing Noah, he'd see through you.

"I almost didn't go to the class today. My friends had to physically drag me across the street because I was too scared to face you again... but if I didn't come, what would've happened?"

You noticed the way Noah’s fingers flexed on the wheel as he pulled the car to a slow stop outside your building, not even realising you were here already. He parked up, turning the engine off, before answering.

“What would've happened?” He repeated your question under his breath, eyes fixed ahead for a second like he was thinking it over. “I would’ve gone insane,” he admitted simply, turning his face to meet your eyes. “I spent the whole week thinking I screwed everything up. I was ready to text, I wanted to… but I couldn’t tell if you wanted space, or if you hated me, or…” He exhaled, shaking his head with a quiet laugh, almost at himself. “Guess we both overthink shit.”

"Yeah... well, we don't have to anymore." You said hopefully, meeting his eyes with a soft smile. The kind that made his heart race.

He chuckled under his breath, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before looking away again. You unbuckled your seatbelt slowly, the click loud in the quiet car.

“I’d say come in… but my friends are waiting for me, and I'm already gonna get interrogated tonight, and I'm sure you'd rather not suffer through a million questions too.”

You noticed the way he smiled at the offer, but he also hesitated briefly.

“I’d love to, and I would have done...” he sighed, his voice dropping softer, sounding almost regretful. “But I’ve got a flight to catch in a few hours.”

"What?! A flight?" Your eyes widened.

"Yeah... work stuff." He nodded, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it a little. “It's just for a couple days."

You tilted your head, studying him.

“You’ve got a flight to catch... and you’re out here with me instead?”

That made him chuckle, and he nodded softly.

“Yeah,” he said simply, like it was obvious. “You were more important.”

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. You were frozen completely still... did he really just say that or was this a dream? Did you pass out in the gym when Matt knocked you down?

Noah just chuckled to himself and opened his door, stepping out. The sound brought you back to earth and you followed him out the car, waiting for him to grab your gym bag from the backseat.

"Want me to walk you up?" He asked, and you answered with a nod.

Slinging your bag over his shoulder, he reached out for your hand, and he held it all the way up to the door of your apartment, his thumb brushing the back of your palm every now and then, as if to remind you this was real.

Once you reached your door, the two of you stilled. The world around you seemed to just melt away as you looked up into his brown eyes, a colour you’ve grown to love.

You really took him in from this angle... the small scars on his face which you guessed had been left behind from piercings, the dark colour of his lashes, the shape of his lips, the little freckle just under his eye... you wanted to reach out, cup his face in your hands, stand on your tip toes and kiss every inch of him.

His eyes dipped to your lips again, lingering for just a second longer than they should’ve. But he didn’t lean in, even when you thought he was going to. Instead, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slighlty, his fingers gently curling higher up your wrist, and then he lifted your hand between you.

You barely managed to swallow the lump in your throat as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand.

His lips were warm and soft against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as his eyes met yours, looking at you through his lashes as he gave you the most gentle, delicate kiss.

It was an innocent gesture, but the way he lingered, the way his eyes locked with yours, made it feel incredibly intimate.

You were surprised your knees didn't give out beneath you. The feeling of his lips alone sent heat to your lower belly but the way he looked up at you through it almost made you whimper

“See you next week?"

You nodded, mouth dry, brain working overtime just to form a sentence... but somehow, something slipped out before you could overthink it.

“Text me… when you land?” you whispered, almost shyly. “Just… so I know you got there safe. Wherever you're going.”

“I will,” he promised quietly, his voice soft and sincere. Then, just as he pulled away, gently letting go of your hand, he whispered, “I'll miss you."

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pairing : situationship!jungkook x reader

genre : angst · emotional tension · slow burn · social media au · ex-situationship

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You hadn’t spoken since that night after the rooftop party. The one where he said, “Don’t wait up,” and you still did. The one where you watched him leave with someone else and told yourself you didn’t care. He never texted. Never explained. You never asked.

But last night? He showed up again.

Same party, different energy. He laughed too loud. You avoided the kitchen. He stood in the doorway like he was waiting for something or someone.

You didn’t look at him once.

You know, because you were too busy feeling his eyes on you.

you didn’t answer him after that.

not because you didn’t want to. but because you knew how it would end in another conversation with no resolution, another late-night confession that would dissolve by morning.

you told yourself you were over it. told your friends it didn’t matter. but the truth is, you remembered every word he never said. and worse, you still wanted to hear them.

this thing between you and jungkook… it wasn’t quite love, but it was never casual either. you knew how to hurt each other too well for that. there were months where he made you feel like the only girl in the world, and nights where he wouldn’t even look at you.

and after everything the rooftop fights, the parties where you didn’t speak, the texts that never came he still had the nerve to say your name like it meant something.

maybe that’s what hurts the most. he always knew how to make you stay. even after he’d already left.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🍓 hi, i’m rie this isn’t really a full story, just something that got stuck in my head & wouldn’t leave until i wrote it out. the frenemies, 1am texts, that unresolved tension that never really ends , it stayed with me, so i had to let it out.

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no te voy a decir que no ¿para qué te miento? sí, te extraño aún no entiendo la razón de dejarme, si no te hice daño

february, 2025

when jisung first met you, he would've never imagined that he could feel anything negative because of you. 

he had always thought of you as sunlight; constant, bright and warm. a light to guide him home even in his darkest days. and it wasn't like he imagined it, or as if he made up a perfect version of you in his head, you really were like that. 

not all sunshines and smiles, but real. you cried, got mad and swore like a sailor, but nothing about that took away from the sheer comfort you brought into his life. you were there, you were real, and you were his.

until you weren’t.

if he was being completely honest, he didn’t quite understand what had happened; what had changed in the way you looked at him from one day to another. well, he guessed leaving him wasn’t a decision you took overnight, but that just made it worse, in his opinion. because there he was, weeks later and still wondering for how long his eyes shone with a love that yours no longer had.

had you been uncomfortable sleeping by his side? had you been disgusted whenever his lips touched yours?

oh, he was feeling sick at the mere thought of it.

it really didn’t help at all that he could find you everywhere he went. the ice cream shop by the corner where you had your first date, the bench you always went to at the park; even the store where he bought the promise ring that was now sitting on the deepest corner of his sock drawer.

and he missed you. he missed you so much that he felt a constant hollow on his chest, and his hand was way too cold without yours to warm it up.

at some point in your relationship he had become so secure about you that he never even allowed himself to think about what he would do when he no longer had you. and god, did he wish he had. because he had never felt lonelier than walking through the park as if he would find the answer to his dilemma between the absurd amount of people that surrounded him.

he had no idea how to be without you, even less how to not miss you to the point of constantly being nauseous. 

pero sigo creyendo que no somos amigos cercanos pues yo sí te sigo queriendo

march, 2025

jisung had never felt so stupid in his life.

stupid because if there was anyone that knew that he was not prepared to see you, it was him. And yet, there he was, at mark’s house as he watched you giggle away at something your best friend had said.

it wasn’t anyone else's fault but his, really. mark had even warned him you would be there, his voice apologetic as he explained that he couldn’t just stop seeing either of you. and jisung understood, of course, because it wasn’t like he wanted to stop seeing you. doing so had never made him anything but happy.

it was new to feel like he was repeatedly being stabbed on the chest every time his eyes found you. and unfortunately, his eyes still looked for you every time he entered a room.

because he wasn’t the one that stopped loving you out of nowhere. 

not like he had any type of resentment, of course.

“you sure you’re okay?” chenle’s voice dragged jisung out of his very own dramatic inner monologue as he settled next to him on the couch.

“hmh, never better,” the boy spoke, clearly lying through his teeth as he teared his eyes away from you for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“good, because she's coming this way,” his best friend said, clapping his shoulder with sympathy as he laid back on the couch.

jisung’s heart stopped in his chest as you walked into his field of vision once again, smiling away at everyone. god, you looked beautiful.

“dude, it was not like that!” renjun’s voice resonated once jisung began tuning into the conversation once again. “i never hit on you once.”

“yes you did! stop lying!” donghyuck spoke with a loud laugh, pointing at his friend accusatorily. “that one time where you got wasted at ji and yn’s apartment!”

jisung really wished a jolt of pain didn’t go through him when he remembered that wasn’t your apartment anymore. and he could see the way your eyes travelled to him, as if to see his reaction to that fact. so he looked away, focusing on his hands and the rings he was wearing.

look at that, you had gotten him more than half of them.

he let out the faintest sigh as he pulled them off, pocketing them without a word before looking back at where his friends laughed and shouted obnoxiously. he wished he didn’t, because he wasn’t prepared to see the heartbreak in your eyes as you watched him.

he immediately wanted to reach out to you, pull you into his arms and tell you that he would never take them off again. but he couldn’t, so he gave you a small smile and focused his attention on hyuck, who had apparently moved on from renjun’s flirting (or lack thereof) to terrorize mark instead.

soon enough, you jumped into the conversation. your laugh resonated through the room as you joined forces with the honey skinned boy, taunting your best friend as if your life depended on it. and jisung wanted to cry, really. he had always admired the way you could move past being upset to find happiness again, except that now he kind of wished you didn’t. still he tried to focus some of that energy into himself, so he put on a smile and spoke up, joining the conversation.

if he could pretend everything was fine, then maybe you would make your way to him again.

que la vida es testigo de cómo mi alma va haciendo su infierno intento imaginar que todo fue un sueño

march, 2025

nothing but sheer relief washed over jisung's body when he opened his eyes and found your sleeping figure right next to him on the bed.

you were there, and it had all been a bad dream.

he smiled and moved closer to you, his hand coming up to lazily brush a strand of hair away from your sleeping face. he swore right then and there that he had never seen anything more beautiful than you in the morning. so natural, so trusting, so comfortable around him. he was so in love with you that he would do anything in the world if that meant seeing you happy. the stars weren’t out of reach, the ring wasn’t that expensive, nothing was impossible if you were the one to ask.

and god, he was so grateful that the stupid bad dream was over, and that his hands were littered with rings again.

as you shifted awake, his heart almost exploded. he could see how sleepy you were as you smiled at him, immediately moving to cuddle closer to his chest and throw an arm over his waist without even opening your eyes.

it was nice to finally be back home with you.

he left a kiss on your forehead and pulled you even closer, letting you rest until you were ready to open your eyes.

except when you did, everything crumbled around him. since when were your eyes a different color?

then, he started to remember. the heartbroken look in your eyes, the boxes full of your stuff, his rings put away next to the ring.

oh.

it wasn’t a dream, this was.

and the issue about the whole thing wasn’t the fact that he was trapped in a dream; it was just that he didn’t want to wake up from it and face his depressing reality. so he held you closer, pressed his lips on your forehead and closed his eyes again to feel the warmth of your hold once again. it was the best feeling in the world, even when it was just his head playing tricks on him.

still, when he woke up and there was a cold pillow instead of you, he wanted to cry again.

he found himself crying a whole lot more often now.

que seamos eternos que en el mundo no haya calibre de bala que pueda vencernos que mis días comiencen contigo sería todo un privilegio espero que esto ya no todo sea un sueño

november, 2024

“ji! can you come here please?” you called out from your shared room. jisung, who had been patiently waiting for you to finish getting ready, stood up from the couch and went straight to you.

his lips immediately formed a smile when he caught sight of you, squeezed into the tight black red he had gotten you a couple months back.

“what’s up, pretty girl?” he asked as he got closer to you, hands finding their way to your hips as if it was where they meant to be.

he could see the small smile that escaped you, the way your eyes shone at the sight of him so obviously enamoured by you. “i need help putting on my necklace, pretty please.”

he nodded, but didn’t move from his position. instead, he pulled your body closer to his and ducked down slightly to catch your lips in a kiss. god, he would never get over how good it felt to kiss you. even after three years of being together, his heart did backflips on his chest and butterflies surged into his stomach every single time. and the way you smiled on his lips? he could give up every single thing in his life if that meant he would have you forever.

“ji, necklace,” you reminded him between kisses, doing very little work to pull away from him when he unconsciously chased your mouth.

“just a little more,” he mumbled, right before he pressed his mouth against yours again.

minutes passed until you were able to push him away (not like you were trying very hard, either), but jisung’s hair was now messy with the aftermath of your hands, and your lipstick was smeared all over his lips.

“we’re going to be late,” you let out a small giggle, looking up at him with adoration filling your eyes.

it was the prettiest sight he had ever seen.

“we’re already late,” he nodded, the smile ever so present in his lips, “so we should kiss for a few more minutes.”

you rolled your eyes with amusement, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from how beautiful you looked at every single moment.

“jisung.” you said, trying your best to keep your tone serious.

“what? i’m just committing to our fashionably late bit,” he said in exchange, throwing his hands up in surrender. he looked so handsome when he smiled at you like that.

“sure you are,” you smiled before placing your hand behind his neck and pulling him back onto your lips.

there wasn’t anywhere in the world that he would rather be.

para nada pienso mal de ti pero no te quiero mentir

april 2025

jisung didn’t know why you hadn’t made it to donghyuck’s party, and in all honesty, he was trying really hard not to care. he did, obviously, but he was trying not to. it would just set him back, like he did every single time he saw your face.

and that wasn’t the worst part, really.

the worst part was that he was slowly feeling the pain turn into resentment, and he once swore he would die before ever hating you. 

“so you aren’t together anymore?” one of the girls that sat around him and sion on the couch asked, raising an eyebrow at him. her smile was too close to a smirk, too pleased for his liking.

“uhm, no,” he denied, his awkward persona shining through once again at being put on the spot. “we broke up a couple months ago.”

“oh really?” she asked, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. “why did you dump her?”

“i didn’t,” he spoke, too fast to even process his own words. his eyebrows were furrowed in a frown, almost confused at the idea that anyone would think he would ever leave you, “she broke up with me.”

“oh! what did you do?” the girl asked, continuing her overly high pitched voice as she looked at him with somewhat of a teasing smile. “did you cheat on her or something?”

jisung had never been so appalled in his life. 

why would he ever cheat on you? and why on earth did this girl seem so enthralled by the idea?

“no, i didn’t,” he said, his expression so incredibly unamused that she caught on immediately. “i would never do that.”

“a loyal man, i like that,” she said, trying to get back into whatever game she thought she had going on. “so she left you for no reason? what a bitch.”

and that is where he drew the line.

“you know nothing about her,” he stated, standing up from where he was with an expression that could scare anyone off. “she is everything but a bitch, and she had a reason.”

the girl seemed to catch on to the fact that whatever she wanted was not happening, so her expression changed to a darker one as she tilted her head in mock curiosity. “yeah? and what was that?”

jisung’s words got stuck in his throat, because he had no idea.

he didn’t know why you left him, you hadn’t given him a reason.

and he couldn’t pretend that he hated it, that he didn’t want to call you and force you to tell him why three years went down the drain overnight. because maybe, just maybe, you had done it without a reason.

“that’s enough, let’s go,” sion stood up, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder before turning him around to get him to walk away.

“bye bye! say hi to yn for me!” she exclaimed as they walked away. her words were meant to sting, to hurt, but they didn’t even register in his head as his mind was completely stuck on you.

guilt clogged in his throat as he walked, because maybe he did think it was wrong for you to leave him like that.

maybe you were a little bit of a bitch. día y noche por tres meses yo sufrí me morí, reviví cuando te descubrí

june 2025

it had been three months since jisung had last seen you.

three months without hearing your voice, without looking at your smile. it was supposed to be for the best, so love wouldn’t turn into hate as he watched you continue your life like you hadn’t completely wrecked his. but in reality, jisung had never felt worse.

he missed you so much it physically hurt, as if someone had just taken away his lifeline and left him to fend for himself. even after you broke up, seeing you was a breath of fresh air that stung his insides like no other, and he had even begun to miss the sting.

and still, he listened to the people around him and took his time and distance from you, because how could he ever get over you if he constantly saw your face? it didn’t make much sense.

nothing ever made sense after you left, but that was a thought for another day.

so as the boy walked around the grocery store, throwing things into a cart because chenle had told him he couldn’t continue living off take out, he tried his very best to shake you off his mind and focus on the list his best friend had made him.

but then again, when did anything ever go the way he wanted it to?

“jisung?” a voice he knew too well spoke from behind him as he reached for his (your) favorite cereal from the top shelf. he was scared to turn around, knowing that the prettiest sight he ever saw would be waiting right there for him. maybe he could pretend he didn’t hear you and you would go away. “i know you heard me.”

fuck, you knew him too well. the boy took a deep breath before he turned around, bracing himself to see you for the first time in months. would it hurt? would he want to die again? maybe you would look worse than you did before even if he knew that was impossible. all those thoughts crossed his head in the second it took him to turn around and meet your gaze.

and oh, there you were.

you could see the way he physically melted when your eyes met; his shoulders fell, his eyes softened completely.

because it was you, and you were right in front of him, and his heart soared like it did the first time he saw you all those years ago.

“hi,” he breathed out, looking so dazed by your presence that you had to stop yourself from grimacing at the guilt that settled on your chest.

“hi,” you said back, quietly contemplating if you should’ve just walked away from him and let him continue his very obvious efforts to avoid you. “i haven’t seen you in a bit.”

jisung’s insides churned so hard he had to stop himself from wincing because of the softness of your voice, the clear regret in your eyes. he would love to be delusional enough to think it was regret of leaving him, but he knew you far too well for that.

“i haven’t been going out much,” he said, trying his best to shrug off the bitter taste that began infiltrating in the joy of seeing your face again.

“i know,” you nodded, eyes shifting to the floor because you knew you were the reason for that. “the boys miss you.”

do you?

he almost let himself slip, say his thoughts out loud, but he caught himself before he did.

“i’ll see them soon,” he nodded, pursing his lips a little awkwardly.

you nodded back, letting out a small sigh before looking up at him, giving him one of your charming smiles that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you prepared to walk away from him again. “alright, it was nice seeing you, ji.”

oh no, please don’t leave.

his heart was borderline screaming for you, needing to have you close to him and never spend that much time without you again.

his hand twitched in efforts not to reach out, and he felt the crunch of the paper of his grocery list. chenle would kill him if he fumbled.

“yeah, you too, yn,” he smiled softly before turning back around and closing his eyes harshly once that you couldn't see him.

he had to get better, for his friends and for himself.

¿será que la vida ya me puso aparte? ya no me quiere dar tiempo de más para darte ¿por qué es difícil amarte y hacerlo sin yo lastimarme? ya solo queda mandarte las partes de un corazón que aquí dejaste que me dejaste

july 2025

for the first time in months, jisung felt good.

he didn’t think about you as much, and had learned to accept that maybe he didn’t have to. it was okay for him to grow, and to leave behind all the bad things he had felt through those past few months to leave room only to remember you fondly.

he was good, ready to be your friend.

so that’s the mentality he took to mark’s party, ready to walk into the room and be the best friend he could be to you.

except when he walked in and saw you almost pressed up against a wall, giggling at something kamden whispered into your ear, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to be.

he wasn’t prepared for the beautiful walls he had made around himself to be destroyed completely in the matter of seconds, but then again, he should've seen that coming; seven months were not enough to get over someone like you.

he could give you credit and admit that your expression fell when your gaze met his, and that you pushed kamden off gently; but he didn’t want to give you credit for anything at the moment. he turned around and walked to the kitchen where he was sure to meet one of his friends that could talk him out of the crimes he was planning against himself.

“jisung! you came!” mark cheered happily when he entered his line of sight, swinging an arm over his shoulder and ruffling his hair. “we missed you around here, man!”

warmth swelled in the younger boy’s chest again, because at least someone had missed him. “i missed you guys too,” he smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

mark took immediate notice of his clear bad mood, and his expression fell slightly, “you saw her?”

jisung didn’t have to hear your name to know who he was talking about, considering your friends never referred to you by your name when talking to him now. “yeah.”

“i’m sorry, i should’ve told her not to bring him,” his older friend said, eyes shining with guilt.

“nah, she can bring whoever she wants,” jisung assured him, giving him a reassuring smile before moving to make himself a drink. it wasn’t his place to dictate where or not you could take people, and it was your best friend’s house anyways, so he had no right. still, he did wish mark had told you not to bring him.

so he stayed in the kitchen, far away from you and kamden and close enough to the makeshift bar. it wasn’t a good idea, in retrospect, but there was nothing he could do about it now that he was already feeling lighter. 

“yn! hey!” he said cheerfully when you walked into the kitchen, carrying two cups he assumed you had to refill.

“hey ji,” you said, far quieter. you knew the boy like the back of your hand, and saying he was drunk was an understatement. “how much are you drinking?”

“probably less than your boyfriend,” he said, shrugging so casually that if you didn’t know him so well you would miss the way his jaw clenched subtly.

“not my boyfriend,” you said; short, clear, warning.

“he will be soon,” jisung shrugged again as he moved to grab your cup out of your hands, instinctively making the drink you always had with ease only recognizable as muscle memory. “and that's fine, you know? at least you dumped me for a reason.”

his words hit you like a truck, guilt taking immediate refuge on your chest. “ji, i think you drank too much, please stop.”

out of all the reactions you expected, a dry laugh wasn’t one of them. “i’m totally fine. i’m an adult and i can drink whenever i want,” he stated, handing you your drink with a cynical smile on his face. “besides, you’re not my girlfriend anymore, i don’t see why you’d care.”

he could see the way your expression visibly changed to one of hurt, but honestly, he couldn’t be bothered with feeling guilty. not when you hadn’t.

“i still care about you,” you said softly, voice quieter than usual. “you’re still my friend.”

“you can’t expect me to believe that.” he stated, and his voice carried more sadness than he wanted to. “we were together for four years, you don’t get to throw that away and expect us to be friends after.”

well, now, he did feel a little guilty at the sight of your face morphing with a devastating amount of sadness. but still, he knew he was right, and it kind of felt good to finally voice it out loud.

“yn, i-” kamden spoke from the door, peeking his head until his smile fell at the sight, “my bad.” he spoke, disappearing right out of the door.

jisung felt his heart clench at the way you kept your eyes on him, but maintained his firm stance. “your boyfriend is looking for you.”

he could see the annoyance, the hurt and all the words stuck in your throat, and he was ready to hear them all. but you had apparently learned how to hurt him the most, so instead, you turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

at least you took the drink he made you. pero sigo creyendo que no somos amigos cercanos pues yo sí te sigo queriendo

august 2025

after the showdown at mark’s party, you kept your respectable distance from jisung.

you avoided hovering and going out of your way to talk to him, giving him the space he so clearly needed from you. strangely, jisung didn't feel half bad about it. even with the pounding headache and awful hangover he had the night after your little spat, he had realized that it was exactly what he needed; to have a break from you without feeling guilty about it.

so he kept hanging out with his friends, and let himself do things he enjoyed without needing to be thinking about how you would react, or what you would think. at the end of the day, he was stuck with himself, not with you.

and that realization kind of freed him, really. nothing had ever come more as an epiphany to him; he had to be the most important person in his life because he wasn’t it in yours. so he started his healing process from an entirely different perspective.

little by little, life got easier without you by his side. he learnt to do the things you used to do for him, and to love them because they were now his. 

it was like he was reclaiming his life from the grasp you once had in it. with time, he learnt that wanting to heal didn’t have to come hand in hand with not appreciating the time he had with you. even in his worst moments, he never regretted you. he resented you, hated you with the passion that only love can create; but never, not once, did he regret you.

you had been the most beautiful four years he had lived, but he had so many years to be lived still. and with that, peace finally came.

peace with his friends, with himself, and ultimately, with you, too. 

that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. not when he seemed lighter; when his shoulders stopped tensing when you walked into a room; when he smiled at you and his eyes didn’t scream out in yearning to hold you.

he was done with yearning, and he was ready for friendship. careful as ever, not willing to give away all he had accomplished, he started approaching you again. you weren’t close friends, not even the slightest speck of closeness you had before, but you could look and smile at each other without the room becoming tense, and that was enough for him.

“not it!” chenle screamed out from his place on the couch, his finger flying up to touch the tip of his nose. he was followed by everyone in the room in attempts to free themselves of the burden of having to go pick the food up to the restaurant a block away from hyuck’s house.

jisung was blessed with many things, but speed was unfortunately not one of them. his finger flew from his nose a tad too late, and he let out a groan immediately.  “i thought we said we weren’t doing not it anymore!” he exclaimed, upset.

“oh, stop crying!” renjun said back, pushing the younger boy’s shoulder lightly in reprimand. “you’re not the youngest anymore, so now we can play again.”

it was completely and utterly unfair, if you asked jisung. he moved his gaze to yushi, a newly adopted friend that was a glorious year and a month younger than him and had replaced him as the friend group baby. the boy smiled, shy as ever, and jisung almost felt bad for the absolute glare he was giving him as he stood up.

“fuck all of you,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, sticking his middle finger out to renjun as he put on his jacket. he ruffled yushi’s hair on the way out, just as a reassurance that everything was okay, something he wished his older friends had done with him.

the doors of the elevator were about to close when you stumbled into them, rushing to put on your jacket as you settled into his side.

“hi. sorry, didn’t want you to go alone,” you said with a shy smile as your eyes met his. jisung’s heart didn’t clench in his chest, and it was so nice.

“thank you, i swear those assholes would send me alone to fucking sri lanka,” he joked, leaning back on the wall as he looked in front of him, not wanting to risk looking at you too much.

“they would send anyone alone to sri lanka if they knew they were bringing back food,” you chuckled back, mimicking him.

the trip to the restaurant wasn't long, nor awkward or anything of the sorts. it felt good, to be able to talk to you without feeling like drowning.

que seamos eternos que en el mundo no haya calibre de bala que pueda vencernos que mis días comiencen contigo sería todo un privilegio espero que esto ya no todo sea un sueño, oh-uh

november, 2025

waking up next to you was once jisung’s favorite everyday occurrence. with time, it became his favorite dream; and now it was a once every month event that didn’t really give him any special feelings.

with the periodical healing of your relationship, the monthly sleep overs at jeno and jaemin’s apartment had finally returned. and although they were far different from before, with you waking up a couple beds over from him, they brought him the same amount of happiness they did before.

he had healed, he was finally himself again. and it kind of all made sense in his head as he watched you from his place on the bed he shared with chenle. your hair was tangled like it always was in the morning, your eyes sleepy and your smile as radiant as ever.

he remembered himself in the same position; watching you meticulously as you spoke to jeno animatedly. the way your eyes crinkled, how you recoiled into the blanket to hide your laugh; it was all the same as back then.

the only difference was that his heart didn’t hammer in his chest, nor did he struggle with the need to pull you into his arms. this time, he was filled with warmth. the kind of warmth that overwhelms you when you see a person you love shine and be happy; the same warmth he felt for every other person in that room.

he knew you weren’t like them, you weren’t one of many. you were different, special, and you would always be. his first love, the girl that rocked his world so hard he took months to get over her, and now, his close friend once again.

people say that relationships are a loop. strangers, friends, lovers, and back to strangers. but as you tugged on hyuck’s hair, jisung felt incredibly grateful that you made it back to friends as well.

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title: thin blue lines (18+) tim bradford x younger!rookie!reader synopsis: tim’s in a committed relationship, but you're young, sharp, and quietly bold, and it makes it hard for him to focus. the flirting starts off subtle: a glance too long, a question asked too sweetly. the tension builds on slow patrol nights, thick with heat and unspoken want. eventually, a moment too intimate tips everything over, and tim gives in, just once, at first. but neither of you can stop what’s already begun.

title: crossed (18+) tim bradford x younger!P2!reader synopsis: you were innocent, young, ambitious, and dangerously drawn to your stoic patrol partner, tim bradford. he was older, disciplined, and off-limits. but as the weeks went by, his words dipped just a bit too deep, and his corrections grew more intimate than professional. and when you finally broke the rules, he didn’t stop you, he showed you exactly how far you could fall under him.

title: good girl complex (18+) tim bradford x younger!reader synopsis: you craved praise like oxygen, the soft burn of approval, the rare warmth of being told you did well. it started young, needing validation no one ever gave, and now? it shaped everything. every smile, every effort, every choice. so when he looked at you, older, confident, commanding, and told you “that’s my girl,” it wasn’t just affection. it was everything you’d been starving for.

title: she fell first, he fell harder tim bradford x reader synopsis: you liked him before you even understood why, before the teasing turned warm, before the tension curled between every look. you fell first, quietly, with stolen glances and racing pulses. but when he finally gave in? he didn’t just fall. he unraveled. and suddenly, the man who always kept control was the one chasing you.

title: say it right (18+) tim bradford x younger!reader synopsis: you didn’t mean to slip and call him daddy, not out loud, not during training, not in that sarcastic tone. but the way tim looked at you when you did? dark, still, hungry. he didn’t correct you. he leaned in. and suddenly, the structure you craved, the praise you needed, the discipline you secretly wanted, he gave it to you all. but only if you said it right.

title: watch it tim bradford x reader synopsis: reader and tim have been secretly dating for a while, keeping their relationship under wraps. one day, while hanging out with friends, a conversation about tim starts. the friend, perhaps unknowingly, criticizes tim for something that isn’t true or puts him in a bad light. reader, usually calm and collected, snaps and defends tim fiercely. the tension between her emotions for him and the need to keep their relationship hidden grows as she realizes just how protective she is of him, even when no one knows they’re together.

title: caught off guard (18+) || currently working on! tim bradford x inexperienced!reader synopsis: you never expected to find tim in such a vulnerable moment. walking into his office, you freeze as your eyes land on him, intensely focused, caught in the middle of pleasuring himself. the unexpected intimacy between you stirs a confusing mix of embarrassment, curiosity, and something deeper. as tim quickly recovers, the tension between you shifts, opening the door to a new kind of connection neither of you saw coming and maybe him teaching you a new thing or two.

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a coffee shop confrontation

in case you haven't.. you should read the first four!: simon , gaz , johnny , price , the aftermath

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The sun is low, casting warm golden light through the front windows as the café finally begins to slow down. Just a handful of customers,thirty minutes left until closing, and you behind the counter, wiping down surfaces and counting the minutes.

You haven’t seen any of your usuals today. No familiar grins, no cheeky orders or even Simon’s hard stare and silence. It’s been...quiet. Oddly so. Almost…suspiciously so.

You tried to shake off the feeling as you continued to clean behind the register. Your back to the door as you hear the bell above it chime. Once. Twice. Then a third time. And finally a fourth.

“Welcome! Give me just a second!” You call out to the customers, forcing a smile on your face. At least four people 10 minutes til closing? What ASSHOLES, do people even think to check when stores close before coming?

You stand up straight, wiping your hands on your pants as you lift your gaze and freeze.

Johnny, Gaz, Simon, and Price. All four at the same time, honestly it would feel like Christmas if they weren’t staring at you like this was an intervention. 

You blink, offering a cautious smile as you look between the men. “Uh… hi? The..usual..s?”

Johnny was the first to step forward, another bouquet of fresh flowers in hand. Despite the other three men reminding him what this trip was for he insisted he couldn’t arrive empty handed! (Definitely not so that if you feel you have to make a decision you’d pick him.)

“Hey, bonnie,” he starts, voice unusually tight. “Got a minute?”

You could feel knots in your stomach as you offered a small nod. Clearly, you’re in trouble. “...Sure?”

The men exchange looks before approaching the counter together, like they’d rehearsed this in the parking lot. Gaz clears his throat.  “Okay, so just going to get straight to it. We’ve got a bit of a situation.”

“A situation,” you repeat, crossing your arms.

“A situation.” The men parrot. 

Price folded his arms behind him, watching like this was some kind of disciplinary hearing. “It’s  come to our attention,” he said carefully, “that you’ve been... spreading the charm around.”

“Spreading..the charm.” You say carefully, fighting the urge to grin. 

Johnny leaned forward on the counter, eyes narrowed in playful accusation. “Ye been flirting, lass. With all of us.”

Simon raises an eyebrow, arms folded. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You’ve got us wrapped around your little apron string.”

They keep at it. Questions, teasing accusations, pointed smirks that blur the line between confrontation and flirtation. Simon’s practically hanging off the counter, demanding to know which wink meant something. Gaz is staring into the cup of tea you offered him, grinning because you remembered what he likes. Johnny won’t stop holding those flowers in your line of sight. And somehow, Price has taken it upon himself to help you stack chairs like he’s the assistant manager now.

And as you flip the “CLOSED” sign and start dimming the lights, one thought keeps circling in your head:

What exactly did you do wrong?

Because the reality of the situation is: you didn’t chase any of them. They came to you. One after the other. Different days. Different energy. You flirted, sure, but you flirt with half the customers that walk in!! It's called good service. You didn’t give them keys to your apartment. You didn’t propose via a note on a cup!!!

Your brows furrow as you wipe down the last table, side-eyeing them still hovering. 

Four separate men. All of them DEATHLY attractive in entirely different, annoyingly effective ways. None of them bothered to mention they were friends, coworkers, whatever the hell they are!!! In fact, it seems to you that they didn't even know they were all regulars here! And now you’re the one being interrogated like a war criminal?

You pause mid-wipe.

“I didn’t even do anything wrong,” you say aloud, mostly to yourself.

Gaz glances up from where he’s fiddling with a sugar packet. “Sorry, what was that?”

You place the rag down and turn to them, arms crossing. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Y'all are coming at me like I led a coordinated mission to seduce you all.”

Gaz opens his mouth. Closes it. Then says, “I mean... you did kind of—”

“I flirted.” You quickly interrupt, “Like a normal person! With guys who displayed interest in me FIRST.”

Johnny holds up a finger. “But ye flirted with us. Like, all of us.”

“And how was I supposed to know you were a.. group? Unit? A gaggle?” you snap, gesturing at them. “What are you, some kind of... handsome avengers?”

Simon lets out the quietest snort you've ever heard, quickly turning around to fake a cough.

Price clears his throat. “141, actually.”

Your eyes narrow. “Is that your fantasy football team or a boy band?”

“Its an elite ta—” Price quickly cuts Johnny off with a glare and an elbow. “We’re...we work together. Military.”

That information does absolutely nothing to help your case. But it does make a few things click. Obviously, you can do no wrong! But, if you and your co workers were all interested in the same guy you’d feel similarly.

Maybe not gang up on him at his job similarly but details details!

You purse your lips, pausing as you think. “So what now? You gonna make me pick?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then Gaz, leaning against the counter like this is his moment, smirks. “Only fair.”

Johnny raises the flowers slightly. “I did bring gifts.”

Price just lifts an eyebrow, as if daring you to make him wait longer. Simon stays silent…but that stare? It speaks volumes.

You shake your head, grabbing your keys and moving towards the lockers. “Oh, I’m not playing this game.”

Gaz calls after you, laughing, “You started this game!”

You shout back, “I just make coffee!”

The men stood in a loose formation near the counter, all eyes fixed on the door you disappeared behind. From the back, your muffled voice could be heard muttering curses…something about you’re just a girl and men should worship the ground you walk on?

They were silent for a long beat.

Then Gaz broke it. “We could share.”

“Come again?” “Sorry, what now?” “Mate, did you hit your head?”

Gaz shrugged, completely serious. “I mean…we could share. Or at least give her a chance to decide. Dates, time, whatever she needs.”

Johnny looked down at the bouquet, fingers tightening around the stems. “Not like this is the first time we've had... overlap.”

“And I don’t think any of us are exactly eager to back off,” Gaz added.

Simon said nothing, but the way his jaw flexed said plenty. Price met Simon’s eyes. Silent, knowing. A familiar, unspoken agreement passed between them. “We share.”

Gaz grinned. “Glad we’re all being reasonable.”

Johnny shook his head, muttering, “This is gonna get complicated.”

SImon finally spoke. “She’s worth it.”

Silence settled again as they listened to something crash in the back room. Probably a stack of coffee filters.. Were you always this much of a firecracker?

Johnny exhaled. “Gonna have to explain this real carefully.”

“Yeah,” Gaz said, nodding. “But not tonight..”

[peachy-edits]

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[staincastle]

⠀⠀⠀⋆ ୨♡୧ ⋆ rina's message is here! dirty work icons

[s00udongssu]

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[notaorbital]

hi I really like your mb and I'm new here. Do u have any suggestions or tips to make mb? like where did u get the pics and the captions.

𝓜oodboards: a guide for beginner blogs!

I decided to bring here a small tutorial that can help other blogs that are starting out and still have questions that need clarification, with tips and links that you may need. I wrote this from my point of view of creating moodboards and I tried to be as brief as possible in my explanation, there may be errors in English as I'm not fluent in that language and everything here was translated using Google Translate, any questions you can contact me via asks or by message.

how do I find pics for moodboards?

Pinterest is where you'll find most of the images you'll use on your moodboards, so create boards on Pinterest separating by color and aesthetic to make it easier to find. On Tumblr there are some blogs with cool stuff too (like @/m0ney, @/angelicdewdrop, @/rkivo, @/ohimesama-okinawa and @/bambiiis for example), but in this case I recommend putting the credits in the alt text.

Some blogs have a pinned post or carrd where they put the link to their Pinterest account (my Pinterest here). You can follow them and save the pins they post/save on the app. I also suggest looking at the other profiles they follow on Pinterest to find more photos to use. By doing this, you will influence the Pinterest algorithm, which will recommend more related pins in the feed.

You can also search on Pinterest for the aesthetic and color you want (like hime gyaru, y2k, dollcore, coquette pink aesthetic, coconut girl e etc.).

how to make moodboards + tips:

Well, it's not such a complicated thing for me. I generally make moodboards with 6 or 9 images, taking inspiration from the moodboards of other blogs that I admire, so I can get an idea of ​​how to make the captions and how to position the photos in a way that matches them.

To make it easier, first I create the moodboard and then I look for an icon of a kpop idol that can match the aesthetics and color of the moodboard. The reverse can also be done: first choose an icon and make a moodboard for that image, paying attention to the color palette and tonality (and for some reason, for me it's better to create moodboards in Tumblr's light mode instead of dark mode).

When I finish the moodboard, I add the caption, the hashtags (which will be very important for your post to reach other blogs) and a divider or blinkies. Dividers can be found on tumblr by searching for "dividers", on my blog there are some (other blogs with beautiful dividers that I recommend: @fairytopea, @v6que, @plutism, @h-aewo).

If you need png, I recommend these blogs here: @slipng, @pngcabinet, @heemeiji, @honeyluvsw, @hibscubus. Tip: If you want to add more than 10 photos in a single post, add it via Chrome.

tutorial on how to make this gif here

tutorial on how to make this gif here

tutorial on how to make this gif here

tutorial on how to make this gif here

tutorial on how to make these gif here

website to split a photo into two or more parts

how to create captions:

To make the captions, I use parts of songs that I like, but they can also be album or song names, movie names, a phrase you thought, etc. The symbols you will put in the caption can be found on this website or just by searching for "symbols", "kpop symbols", "kaomojis" on tumblr (blogs with cute symbols that I recommend: @v6que, @l-unitas)

If you want to use a different font for the letters, there are these two websites (01 and 02). And to change the color, there are also these two tutorials (01 and 02).

what to do to make your blog "popular":

Add popular hashtags that relate to the content you are posting. If you use almost the same tags as other big blogs, your posts will have more reach. Posting frequently and your account looking nice and organized helps too.

Ask several other popular blogs to promote your account. This was very important for my profile to grow in the number of followers and engagement, Also make friends with other blogs that make moodboards, reblog and comment on their posts and tag them in your own moodboards.

Join the events that some blogs do, as they offer good prizes like reblogs if you win and join some tumblr communities. And remember to have patience, as it often takes a while to get good engagement on Tumblr.

[munequitta]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀thank you so much for 100+ little dolls.

i think a lot of my ‘popularity’ ( aaa i don’t know how to word it properly so sorry ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১ ) probably came from blogs like @gigittamic and @fairytopea so thank you very much to them ♡

esp : creo que un gran parte de mi 'popularidad' ( aaa no sé cómo expresarlo correctamente, así que lo siento ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১ ) probablemente provino de blogs como @gigittamic y @fairytopea así que muchas gracias a ellas ♡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A SPECIAL THANK Y♡U T♡ D♡LLS :

eng : i was so very happy but also confused to see that my posts started getting 100 or more notes after a few days and honestly ? i don’t feel like i deserve but ? thank you ૮꒰ྀི つ˘ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა i’m so so grateful for everything oh my little heart 💗💗

esp : estaba muy feliz, pero también confundido al ver que mis posts empezaron a recibir 100 o más notas después de unos días y honestamente ? no siento que me merezco, pero ? gracias ૮꒰ྀི つ˘ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა estoy tan agradecida por todo oh mi pequeñito corazoncito 💗💗

-milk ♡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀L♡VELY BL♡GS ( FAVORITES ) :

@agsthv @baesol @bambicito @coralidos @fairytopea @gaecoo @gigittamic @ha-erins @iluvrei @jeonzio @jaes1lvr @khaer @lorlita @muruffin @plutism @p-oisn @raeceah @tookio @v6que @wiotas @yeonzzen @yeritos @y-vna + more 🎀

( sorry for tagging, let me know if you don’t like being tagged, i can remove it. / perdón por etiquetar, avísame si no te gusta que te etiqueten, puedo eliminarlo. )

if anyone needs a portuguese translation, let me know so that i can add one next time using a translator 🤍