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Phan Cam: First Day, First Year

REMINDER: Keep in mind that this takes place in a fictional version of the world where things are a little different, but some real-world problems do happen here. So please forgive us if this brings up any hurtful subjects.

NOTE OR WARNING: Tokyo University is very strange to the other admin who is an American and doesn’t understand it. Like there being more than one campus in the city or which teaches what. So we’re just going to make it up as we go. But you can give him more clear and simple information on our sister site. Also, this post may get a bit long.

>The University of Tokyo, Komaba Campus. Our first day of college at last. Partly because of the coronavirus, they started the year late.

Everyone, we have arrived.

You bet! Never thought I’d make it.

I know. You’re usually good at sports and music. And to get in on a music scholarship just for being an Idol, just make it amazing.

Skull: (a little offended) Hey, I resent that.

Either way, we’re here.

I know. We’re so happy. We can be together again.

Not all of us.

I know. I hope Futaba and Sumire are doing fine without us.

Joker: And I left Morgana with Boss. He hired him to work at the cafe.

>We hear a ring on our phones. We check them.

Good luck at college, you guys.

We’ll be rooting for you.

We know you can do it... Especially you, Lady Ann.🍀

Have fun studying!🏫

That’s so sweet of them.

We’ll have to thank them when we can.

I’m sure we will.

>We all were nearing the entrance when we were nearly hit by a van.

OH MY!

Hey, watch it, dip shit! You almost hit us!

>The car door opens.

Sorry about that. I guess somethings haven’t changed.

Urashima Sensei!?

Panther: You know this guys?

Queen: Yes. This is Keitaro Urashima, he’s an archaeologist here. He also an assistant to Seta Sensei and substitutes for him in his class...

And seeing you here in Seta’s van means something is not right and your are substituting for him today.

Keitaro Urashima: Yeah, Seta’s being tested for the coronavirus today. I haven’t got any news yet, but until then, he asked me to fill in for his class.

Queen: I see. I wonder what if the rest of the faculty will be fine.

>Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blows. We’re nearly knocked down when we look up.

As I live and breathe.

>The woman in the blue coat and red hat came closer and closer down with her umbrella until she finally landed and closes it.

Woman with English Accent: (no picture at her request) You really should remember which side of the road they drive in Japan, Keitaro, you nearly ran over these students who are just hear for their first day. Mr. Amamiya, Mr. Sakamoto, Ms. Takamaki, Mr. Kitagawa, Ms. Nijima, Ms. Okumura, Detective Akechi, you need to be more aware of your surroundings despite standing in awe, you were lucky you heard the van coming otherwise you would have to spent the first day of the new year in the hospital which is already full at the moment. And Mr. Sakamoto, you really need to watch your mouth, there might be children nearby who may hear you.

>We all just stood there in silent about how a complete stranger knows our name.

Joker: You know who we are?

???: Of course she know. She’s Mary Poppins.

>We turn quickly to see Ryu and Wolf.

Crow: Oh, good morning, Ryu san, Zenckichi san.

Hello, all.

Good morning. You, too, Ms. Poppins.

Mary Poppins: Mary.

Wolf: Who else?

Mary Poppins: No. Mary Poppins. Never ever just Mary or Ms. Poppins.

Wolf: Forgive me.

Mary Poppins: It’s quite alright.

Keitaro Urashima: What brings you here? You know we’re in a state of emergency at the moment.

Mary Poppins: I can assure you that I have been thoroughly check. I am not carrying the coronavirus. However, the English Literature teacher, Mr. Dokusha, tested positive. Fortunately, it was a minor case and is expected to recover very soon. But in the meantime, I shall be substituting for him. But I am still first and foremost a nanny, so I’m only available certain days while also looking after children.

Queen: I see. But they does not explain why these two are here.

Ryu: You know which child she’s nannying? Kuri. I know Hase will be taking online classes this year, but with Inaba doing deliveries, he needs a little more help then the other tenants can offer.

Wolf: And I’m here to make sure things will be fine with Ms. Mary Poppins since she is English and the state of emergency has cautioned international travel.

Mary Poppins: I am very glad you are here for that. Thank you.

Wolf: You’re welcome.

Mary Poppins: Now, inside. The Dean is about to speak and we shouldn’t stand outside for too long. Spit Spot.

>We followed Mary Poppins inside while Ketaro goes to park the van.

>After a speech from the Dean gave a speech about how we have to stay strong in times like these (especially since more or less of the student body chose to study from home) and to make the most of it, we gathered together discuss the mysterious Mary Poppins..

Crow: I have heard her name a few time back at the apartment. I was told she stayed there a couple of times. I guess she just arrived to day...

By umbrella, no less.

Panther: I wonder what kind of teacher she’ll be like.

Fox: Me and Ren will find out soon enough, we have her first.

Skull: Wish we could join ya, but I’ve got my own class. (sad) Why’d it hafta be Math?

Panther: I have Acting Class.

Noir: I need to get to Agricultural Studies.

Queen: History of Law is up for me and Akechi.

Crow: Right, so we’ll see each other at lunch.

>We agree and go our separate ways.

>Fox and I arrive at our classroom. Not many student were there, but there were cameras and monitors for students studying from home. Me and Fox sit together (probably the only ones who are). Then, Mary Poppins comes.

Mary Poppins: Welcome, class. As the Dean had already announced, I will be teaching this class for a time. Now, for the book we will be starting with is one of my favorites: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Holmes has appeared a number of times in Sir Doyle’s works. There is even a museum dedicated to him on the real life 221B Baker Street in London, England. Of course, there have been a few times when when Holmes went on many cases and adventures with characters from other works. Such as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the dual-personality doctor of Robert Louis Stevenson, Count Dracula of Bram Stoker, and even, though it only in a video game... a famous thief. Does anyone here know who that thief is?

>I have a feeling she’s looking at me.

Mary Poppins: How about you, Mr. Amamiya? Do you know the famous thief of another work who went against Holmes?

>Carmen Sandiego >>Arsene Lupin >Lupin III >James Moriarty >The Phantom Thieves >Ishikawa Goemon

Mary Poppins: That is correct. You seem to know much about this gentleman thief.

You could say we have a... close connection.

Mary Poppins: Yes. I have a feeling as such. (she winks back)

>Fox and I just stare at each other for a moment in confusion.

Mary Poppins: Anyway, yes, Arsene Lupin, who was created by Maurice Leblanc, once went up against Sherlock Holmes. As for the rest of you, if you thought for a moment that it was James Moriarty, that is the wrong answer. Moriarty was also created by Sir Doyle as the nemesis of Holmes.

Male Masked Student: No way. He got it right.

Female Masked Student: It actually quite smart to know something like that. Maybe I should get his number.

He’s already taken.

Female Masked Student: (surprised) Really? The two of you are together?

Mary Poppins: If we can get back on subject. Now, I wish you all to write a short report about what you think of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. You have until the end of class. Don’t worry, those studying from home, we have a printer and you can email it to there. I will collect it from there.

>We spent the remainder of the class writing down our thought about Sherlock Holmes.

>The bell rang and it was time for our next class.

Fox: I’m afraid this is where we must part. I have Art Class next.

Joker: Archaeology for me.

Until we meet again, I will be thinking of you.

And I of you.

>We hug... and go to the wall-hanging hand sanitizers.

>I arrive at the front of the class room where Archaeology is taught. I was just about to enter when someone runs into me. We are both knocked down.

???? ????: OW! Sorry!

Joker: It’s okay. I should have been looking where I was going... Hold on.

>I pick him up. I look at his hair...

I recognize that hair anywhere. You’re him, aren’t you? ... The King of Games.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Joker: I know. What are you doing here?

NOTE: We know that Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Dark Side of Dimensions was released some years this post, but for the sake of the Phan-sites’s storyline, we’ve changed a few things. Please forgive us if you don’t like it.

Yugi Muto: It’s my first year here at Tokyo U. I know I said I would work at my grandpa’s game store and create games of my own, but I thought I’d still go to college to improve those skills. And you... I know you. You’re friends with Ryuji Sakamoto of KUROFUNE. I saw you perform at the talent part of Dream FES.

Joker: Yes. Ren Amamiya, at your service, Yugi san.

Yugi Muto: You know, you can just call me Yugi.

>We both head inside. Just like in the last class, there were more or less people here while cameras and monitors helping us connect to students from their homes. Keitaro Urashima comes in.

Keitaro Urashima: Hey, everyone. I’m Keitaro Urashima. But, you can call me Keitaro if it makes you feel comfortable. Welcome to Archaeology. Here, we will learn about the ancient world. Now, according to Seta’s notes, we’re to start with the basics of the basics. First off, a short history of archaeology. Archaeology was first introduced in the 16th century Europe. They say that it first began when Nabonidus, the last king of the Neo-Babylonian Empire, became interested in the past so he could align himself with past glories. However, an early investigation of the past could be traced back to Ancient Greece... You, the one with the glasses next to the odd-hair young man.

>He’s talking to me.

Keitaro: Do you know the name of the Ancient Greek historian who had an interest in investigating the past?

>Socrates >Plato >>Herodotus >Homer

Keitaro: That’s right! You must have a real interest in this stuff, Amamiya kun. The Greek historian and scholar, Herodotus, was the first historian to collect his material systematically, test their accuracy, arranged them in a well-constructed narrative. Plato and his disciple, Socrates, were philosophers and Homer was an author who wrote the Odyssey. Herodotus was known as the “Father of History”.

Long Haired Girl in Mask: That’s amazing!

Masked Young Man with Piercing: I can’t believe he got it right.

As am I. You’re amazing

He always is.

Keitaro: Alright, alright, settle down now. By the way, Amamiya kun, who you all recognize from Dream FES’s Talent Show, isn’t the only celebrity here. We also have Hifumi Togo the Shogi champion, Yugi Muto the King of Games, and Rei Ryugazaki the top track runner and swimmer.

Rei Ryugazaki: I mostly do swimming these days.

>Did he really have to bring that up? Hifumi looks at me with contempt.

Yugi: Are you okay?

I’d rather not say.

Keitaro: Now, we will begin discussing about the earliest known archaeological digs.

>We spent the rest of the class learning about some of the early digs in archaeology.

>Beef Bowl Shop Ore no Beko. Normally, we would have lunch at our favorite diner, but they have closed due to it being too small to avoid infection and have switched to deliveries. This place, luckily, is still open, through they close early. Me, Fox, Skull, and Panther were discussing the classes we had. Skull was just in Math and Poetry and Panther had Acting and Science. Two others then come in. It was Yugi, Rei Ryugazaki, and a young man with thick blonde hair and an almost menacing face. I can only guess this is Katsuya Jonouchi... But for popular reasons and to make things more easier, we’ll call him by his western name: Joey Wheeler.

Yugi: Oh, Ren!

Joker: Hi, Yugi.

Panther: (confused) You know Yugi Muto and Rei Ryugazaki?

Yugi: We’re in Archaeology together.

Holy shit, you’ve even got Joey Wheeler here!

Ya seem surprised. Glad to meet a fan of mine.

Skull: Well, I mostly like Tea Gardner (Anzu Mazaki) since we’re both performers, but yer cool, Joey san.

Skull and Joey Wheeler: Ya better think twice before ya mess wit Joey Wheeler, da Godfada of Game!

Rei Ryugazaki: (irritated by that stunt) We thought we’d stop for lunch some. I guess you had the same idea.

Fox: We would normally go to the diner across the street, but due to the state of emergency, they can only deliver until they’re sure it is safe to reopen.

Skull: My mom said that they’ll reopen as soon as they make sure it’s safe. It’s always been one of our favorite hangouts.

Panther: I hope so. By the way, Ryuji, you’re mom’s a nurse, right? How are things with her?

Skull: Well, because of her job, she said I can’t stay in the apartment with her in case I get sick. Well, I was already movin’ out after graduation. I currently stayin’ with Akechi at his place ‘til I can find one of my own.

Rei Ryugazaki: Speaking of which, if you’re friends with the Detective Prince, isn’t he here?

Panther: He and our other friends have classes at the Hongo Campus. They’re having lunch elsewhere. But we’re suppose to meet up with them and our other friends from Shujin after classes.

Yugi: That’s good. I wish we could meet up with the others, too. But, they have their own paths to follow and we have to keep our distance.

>We all sat down and enjoyed our lunch.

Panther: That reminds me, if you’re here Rei san, does that mean the other members of your swim club is here?

REMINDER 2: We don’t know the exact timelines of most of the shows, cartoon, movies, video games, and anime. We’re just making it up as we go.

Rei: No. They are attending different colleges. I’m the only one who came to Tokyo University. Haru senpai’s at Hidaka University. Mako senpai’s at Meijo Chuo University here in Tokyo, I was hoping to visit him, but I can’t due to the lock down. Nagisa’s taking online courses because of the lock down as well. So is Gou.

Joker: Just have hope, Rei kun. You’ll see them again. I’m sure of it.

Rei: ... (smiling) You might be right. Thank you, Ren san.

Just promise the next time you guys so swimming, you’ll invite us.

>After we finished our lunch, we returned to the campus. My next class was Music with Skull. After that, my last class was Geography with Panther and Hifumi. Normally, college hours would last longer, but because of the state of emergency, classes end early each day

>Cafe Leblanc. Boss closed it early for us. We, including Wolf, talked about what happened today.

Sound like you guys had quite the day today. I can’t believe you actually eat lunch with the King of Games himself. I used to love to play Duel Monsters.

Same here. Me and Kasumi used to play together between recitals. Hey, Senpai, did you play Duel Monsters in the past?

Joker: I did. But I lost interest as I go older. But I might get back into it someday.

I have that feeling.

Queen: So, how was your day?

Oracle: Same as usual. Ms. Chouno was being saucy, Mr. Hiruta trying too hard to be charming... Mr. Ushimaru threw a piece of chalk at a student.

And you’ll never guess who it was and dodged it.

Joker: Who?

>The cafe door opens.

We’re closed.

??????: Aw c’mon, I thought this place was allowed to open again!

>We turn to see who was there.

You?

REMINDER 3: The other admin is still not a good artist. Sorry if the next few sprites look like they were made and don’t look good.

(removing his surgical mask) Surprised? I guess you never saw this coming.

Queen: (indeed surprised) You three are in Shujin Academy now?

Yeah. We would have told you, but we didn’t think we would go this year because of the pandemic.

But, I managed to talk them into it.

Bruno: (whisper) And by that, he means he annoyed us into it.

Makoto: (who heard that) Hey, I resent that!

Bruno: Just telling it as it is.

Boss: I see. Well, I suppose I can make some more curry. Don’t forget to wash up, first.

>We got our curry and my phone rings. I answer to see Sophie.

Good evening, everyone! How are you?

Oracle: Hi, Sophie!

Adi: Oh, you must be the AI the others talked about.

Sophie: Yes, my name is Sophia. But you can call me Sophie. I’m humanity’s best friend.

Bruno: That’s nice to hear.

Wolf: She helped us that team with EMMA.

Adi: I heard.

Makoto: Thanks for taking care of that Iron Man Wannabe. Even Tony doesn’t like him. He says he gives billionaire geniuses like him a bad rep.

Skull: Tell Stark you’re welcome. I just wish you guys coulda been there.

Bruno: We will.

Joker: So, you managed to dodge Mr. Ushimaru’s chalk? He used to do the same with me.

Adi: I did. I guess all that training I did with Hawkeye really paid off.

Bruno: I was there. I saw it. Me and Adi are in the same class.

Makoto: (disappointed) I wish I could have seen it. How could I end up a first year?

Bruno: Because you’re biologically 15 and 15-year-olds start in first year in Japan.

Personally, you still act like a kid.

Makoto: (irritated) What was that?

Are you threatening your senpai?

Makoto: (scared) Sorry, ma’am.

Queen: That reminds me, is Chloe also a student at Shujin.

Bruno: No, she’s chose to study at home. She was originally going to go to Coles Academic High School with Kamala, but due to COVID-19, they had to change their plans.

Panther: Yeah, she told me just before we left Eternia.

Wolf: I wish I could have gone. Maybe next time.

Adi: We can only hope this pandemic ends. At school, the place was almost empty.

Bruno: I know. I was worried when I saw this. I know I won’t be infected since I’m half machine, but Adi and Makoto aren’t.

Violet: Same here. I learned they canceled gymnastics today because one of the students tested positive.

Queen: I’m sorry to hear that.

Violet: It’s okay, he just has a minor case and is expected to recover in a couple of weeks.

Noir: That’s good to hear.

Joker: How’s Chloe, by the way? Knowing that she can’t go with Kamala, she must be very unhappy.

Makoto: Yeah, she’s pretty bummed out.

Adi: Unless Mr. and Mrs. Khan say it’s alright, they can only see each other on video chat.

Noir: I see. That must be hard on both of them. I just wish there was something that we can do.

>Noir’s right. I think for a moment... I got it!

I know what might help.

Adi: You do?

Joker: Before returning here, I got a message from Mishima. We just got a new request on the Phan-site. We may be leaving again soon.

Queen: Do we really have time for that? The school year just began.

Skull: I’m sure we’ll be back in time. Don’t worry.

Adi: I see. I guess I can ask her.

Makoto: Can the rest of us come, too?

Maybe next time. Right now, I think taking Lady Chloe with us might do her some good.

Bruno: I’m sure it will.

>The clock rings.

Wolf: It’s getting late and we’re all under curfew. We’ll talk more about it as soon as we can.

Adi: I’ll let Chloe know when we get back. See you all soon.

>With that, we separate for now.

>My room. I decided to get in some work-out time before going to bed.

Are you done up there, Ren? It’s rather lonely down here.

Joker: 98... 99... 100. That should do it.

Nice going, Joker!

>I get down from the beam, dry myself off, and change into my lounge clothes.

Nothing like pulling yourself up and down from an old wooden beam on the ceiling that looks like it could come down at any moment to get you ready for a good-night’s sleep.

Fox: Indeed.

>I get into the bed with Fox. Mona get on.

>After what happened with those pictures, we set a rule for Mona when Fox moved in: If Mona wants to sleep in the bed with us, he has to be in cat form unless we say it’s okay, otherwise he’ll have to sleep on the couch or in his cat house.

Mona: Can’t I sleep with you guys in human form tonight?

Joker: Not tonight. We’re pooped. Maybe another time.

Mona: Suit yourselves. Good night.

>I look over to Fox. I know it has already been some time since he moved into the attic with me and Mona, but still...

Fox: So here we are.

Joker: Our new lives together.

Fox: I know our love is not in the original game, it’s not even in Royal, but still, I’m so happy this fanmade timeline lets us be together.

Joker: Yeah, I wish ATLUS would have realized that a romantic route like this is okay. And there have been other fanmade timelines in which I’m with Ryuji, Akechi, or even Mishima. I was even told they showed us what Christmas is like. But right now, in this timeline...

I think I was born to meet you.

I am happy to hear that.

>We both share a passionate kiss. It is a really good feeling.

Fox: Good night, Ren. I love you.

Joker: Good night, Yusuke. I love you, too.

>I take off my glasses and we both fall gently asleep.

>We slept for some time...

>I open my eyes and I realize I”m not in my room anymore.

Welcome to the Velvet Room.

Joker: Lavenza? Why am I here?

Lavenza: I know about your newest heist. And this deals with some old friends of this room’s previous guests.

Yes, that would be the case.

Y- You... Aren’t you...

It appears we have surprised him, sisters.

Lavenza: Yes, you have already met my older brother, Theodore. But that is too long, so I ask that you call him Theo.

Theodore: Your name is as long as yours.

Woman in Blue: And we meet for the first time. My name is Margaret. I am Lavenza and Theodore’s older sister. We are denizens of the Velvet Room just as Lavenza is.

Joker: It’s nice to meet you. But what brings you here?

Margaret: We are here as Lavenza had said.

>Suddenly, a couple of cell doors open and someone comes in.

Ren?

Yu?

Narukami san? And Ren Amamiya san? If you are here... Mitsuru san was right. You are the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

Joker: Pretty much.

Margaret: We have gathered you here because of that request.

Joker: You know who sent it?

Theodore: Indeed we do.

>Theodore opens the Compendium and shows us.

Yu: (reading it) The Clockwork God?

Aigis: (also reading it) The Clockwork God is the embodiment of death and one half of the deity, Chronos. That does sound familiar.

Margaret: It is... And here is why.

>Margaret turns the page.

Yu: ... Zen...

Aigis: And Rei san... How do we know those names? Have we met them somewhere before?

Yu: We must have. They’re wearing the Yasogami High School uniform. But I can’t seem to place them anywhere.

Margaret: Because you met them in a different Yasogami High School. You met them within a haven in the rift, a floating island adrift in the sea of the unconscious. When you left, Zen and Rei went to a new existence and your memories of your time together was gone. However, we in the Velvet Room remembered because it was recorded in the Compendium. And it appears the time has come to restore those memories.

Yu: You can do that?

Margaret: I cannot... But she can.

>The cell door opens again.

I think this is where I come in.

I know you. You’re Naminė.

Naminė: I’m glad you know who I am, Ren Amamiya. I’m here to restore the memories that were lost. I know my powers are normally limited to those who are connected to Sora, but thanks to everyone in the Velvet Room, I can do it with everyone as well. And it will only take a second. It sort of makes me wish I had this kind of assistance sooner.

>Naminė closes her eyes. In a flash, many things cam flowing into my head. None of it involved this Zen or Rei... But something else.

Yu: I... I remember! We met Zen and Rei in a different version of Yasogami. Rei was dead and Zen was suppose to take her to the afterlife. They got trapped and we helped them.

Aigis: I remember as well.

Naminė: Your friends have remembered as well. You might need their help.

Joker: I remember something. It’s not about your friends...

Something about... movies.

Aigis: I also remember that.

Yu: Me, too... But I think we should save that for another time. Right now, it sounds like Zen san and Rei chan are in trouble again. What happened to them?

Margaret: After our adventure with them, they went to a part of the Sea of Souls known as the Soul Society... But the rest you will have to hear from Rei.

Lavenza: It is time you return to your world and enjoy whatever rest you have.

Aigis: (smiling) I do not have to worry. As a machine, I do not require sleep. But, I should return and tell the Mitsuru san what has happened.

Maraget: And one more thing I must tell you. Naminė has restored all of your friends’ memories. This is because you may need their assistance. However, to avoid the place you are going to from also being effected by the changes bought on by the virus that now covers your world, you can only take one member of your team with you.

Yu: That’s true, we don’t want this place to have the coronavirus. Well, if I am going to have to take only one member of the Investigation Team, of course I’m going to choose Yosuke. He’s my partner. Always and forever.

Aigis: I do not wish the same thing, either. So, I suppose I shall bring Labrys, my sister. Since we are both machines and neither of us can get the virus, it should be fine.

Joker: I would like to bring someone, as well.

Theodore: Then it is settled.

Lavenza: The time as come.

>Everything went dark.

Now I bet you’re wondering where I was in all of this. Well, my parents insisted I take classes online to keep me from catching COVID-19 and stay safe. But, it’s not so bad. Think of it this way: This just means I can work on the Phan-site a little more...

So much for my Phantom Thieves documentary. It’ll have to wait.

But don’t worry. I'm not done yet. I hope you all still support the Phantom Thieves in all of this. I know I will. And as the admin of this site, you have my word.

Just leave it to me!

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girls-scenarios · 7 years ago

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Holiday prompt where hufflepuff!reader can't go home for christmas, and resigns herself to waving everyone goodbye. But Rena from Pristin surprises her by staying at school with her and making a little atmospheric christmas party just for the two of them? <3 Please and thank you, don't rush, take care of yourself, Kiwi!

Idol: Rena (Pristin)

Admin Lee

A/N: I’m really a sucker for Hogwarts AUs, so I really really loved writing this prompt! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

You had always found solace in the astronomy tower , and this is where you found yourself now as it was snowing softly outside, and you could watch the students of Hogwarts exit through the main gate on their way to the horseless carriages that would bring them to the train station for the holiday break. It felt odd being one of the few students left at the school over Christmas, but then again it couldn’t be helped, your parents were both working tirelessly on some important job for the Ministry. You understood, but it was a little disappointing that you couldn’t spend the break with them. Sighing, you sat back on your hands and looked across the campus to the Owlry, which reminded you that you had some letters to send off to your parents as well, just a small note or two expressing your love for them and wish for their safety while on the job. You’d have to remind yourself to send them some more nearer to Christmas, they always liked to hear from you often.

It was now late in the afternoon, and you hadn’t yet left the tower, instead opting to read a few books you had brought with you up there, as thinking of your friends and family had begun to make you homesick. Though you didn’t get much done, as you heard footsteps bounding up the stairs nearly half an hour after you had started reading. It caught you off-guard - who knew you liked to be up here? Or was this also someone else’s favorite spot to run off to as well? You turned your head towards the stairway, and the next moment you were on your back, with a familiar Gryffindor on top of you.

“Yaebin? What’re you doing here?”

“There was no way I was letting you stay here over Christmas by yourself.”

“That’s sweet of you, but what about your dad? He’ll miss you, won’t he?”

“I already talked to him about it, it’s all cool with him - as long as I study a bit while I’m here.. My grades are a little ‘lackluster’ as he put it,” Yaebin explained, pushing herself off of you to sit against the wall of the tower. “And I need to get some Quidditch practice in too - gotta stay on top of my game as Gryffindor’s best Seeker.” She added, putting emphasis on her ever-so-coveted title.

You laughed and sat up, crossing your legs. “I see, I’m glad you have your priorities straight Yaebin. Thanks for sticking around, I appreciate it.”

“No problem! It’ll be cool to spend the break here too for once, I’ve heard that the Christmas dinner is insanely good.”

“Oh so you actually just stayed here for the food huh? You’ve really got priorities, Kang Yaebin.”

“Ouch, I’m hurt, (Y/N).. I care about you too, y’know?”

You smiled before reassuring her. “I know you do.”

The next few days passed quickly, most of them were spent with Yaebin. Watching her practice, running around the grounds, playing board games, etcetera. It was a lot of fun to spend time with her, and very refreshing too. With so few students at the school now you could really appreciate the nice Christmas-y, cozy atmosphere the snow-covered campus provided.

The twelve larger-than-life firs now stood in the Great Hall, and the professors had decorated them with all sorts of magic-imbued ornaments for the students and faculty alike to admire. You and Yaebin had finally come in from her impromptu Quidditch training session for a late lunch and noticed the tree that nearly reached halfway up the wall. The next hour and a half was spent looking at every ornament you could see - in awe that something so elaborate could be done in an afternoon. Then again, magic was always enamoring to you - though you had been around it your entire life.

And then it was Christmas Eve. You ate breakfast, milled around the grounds, read some, and sent some letters. Yaebin hadn’t been around for most of the morning, which you thought was a little odd, but you brushed it off, as she had probably gotten up early to practice some more without telling you. That girl really loved Quidditch. But after lunch, she had finally showed up, finding you in the library.

“Hey Yaebin, back from ‘training’?” You called out to her in a teasing tone, using air quotes around the word “training”, speculating she had probably just flown around for an hour or two.

“I’ll have you know Madam Hooch was actually showing me some cool riding techniques - which I was gonna show you, but now maybe not,” She replied, elbowing you playfully as she pulled up a chair next to you. “I nearly beat my record time for a lap around the pitch.”

“Well I’m glad you’re back. Maybe sometime before school starts up again you can finally beat it; that’d be a nice stunt to show off to Nayoung. Her seeker would definitely have to step it up.” You mentioned, knowing the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain would get a kick out of Yaebin’s tricks and stunts, despite the fact they weren’t on the same team. They were good friends, after all.

As night drew closer, the students were called into the Great Hall for Christmas Eve dinner and consequent festivities. It was a lively event, with plenty of food to be eaten, wizard chess to be played, and jokes and stories to be told. The celebration went on for what seemed like hours, and as 10 o’clock was nearing, Yaebin had tugged you aside in the middle of one of Nearly Headless Nick’s tall tales.

“Hey, (Y/N), I want you to come with me for a while, is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure! I don’t mind.” You replied. And with that, you were being pulled by the sleeve of your robe across the castle.

You had soon come to the base of the astronomy tower, and with a gentle gaze and a bright smile from Yaebin, you were being led up the multitude of stairs to the top.

Once you had arrived, you were greeted with a truly heartfelt sight. A small pile of pillows and blankets, accompanied by lanterns and a battery-powered space heater Yaebin had brought with her for the school year. You noticed a miniscule Santa Claus circling the space with a bright red sleigh, and thought was a nice detail of her to add to the cozy scene. You turned to face her, grateful and nearly on the verge of tears.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.” You said, taking her hand in yours.

“I know, I wanted to. I’d feel bad if you were too homesick, and I thought maybe you’d feel better about staying if you had someone here with you.”

Just being in the others’ presence felt as close to home as you could imagine, and your remaining feelings of homesickness were quickly forgotten with the next few hours being spent drinking hot cocoa, talking about what school was going to be like when it inevitably would start back up again, Quidditch, and pretty much anything and everything else. Near midnight Yaebin had brought her wand out, and after aiming it at the ceiling above the both of you, muttering an almost inaudible spell. When you looked up after shooting the Gryffindor a questioning glance, you noticed mistletoe begin to grow, with its green leaves and white berries soon stretching down the height of the room until it was just over the two of you. You gave her a soft smile as her left hand moved up to cup your cheek, and gently closed your eyes as she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

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dorepil · 7 years ago

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when you love someone┊3

*inspired by a webtoon something about us by lee yun ji

summary: you consider younghyun and yourself the best of friends. the people around you seem to think otherwise. however, one day, you start to view younghyun differently than just ‘best friends’.

pairing: reader x young k (younghyun)

genre: fluff, a bit of angst, best-friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 9.5k

chapters: 1 , 2 , final

notes: sorry for such a long wait TT this part is going to be lengthy! this isn’t the final yet, i will be extending one last part before this series end! enjoy reading :) -admin moon

‹ i’m serious ›

really, i loved you

that’s how much harder it is

i want to hate you

but I can’t so i hate you even more

you have 3 missed calls and 4 unread text messages from younghyun,

younghyun: y/n-ah

younghyun: please pick up the phone?

younghyun: call me back, alright?

younghyun: i’m sorry for everything.

“visit us when you have time, okay?”

hani tightly hugged you, close to breaking into tears.

reassuring her, you said, “i will, i promise.” you patted hani’s back comfortingly before she released her clutch.

jinyoung stood next to hani, a bittersweet emotion weighing down his heart.

you are something new, something hopeful. like spring to his deep winter.

but every spring will pass, as it does not stay forever.

he opened out his arms, and you went into his embrace.

with you in his arms, he held you tightly, wishing that time could stop now so that he can hold you longer.

he didn’t want to let you go.

from: wonpil

-where are you?

to: wonpil

-campus. why?

it’s been awhile since you had visited the campus.

usually, you had someone to accompany next to you when entering school but this time, you were all alone.

you headed in the direction of your faculty.

“have you heard...?”

“i didn’t know senior y/n was like this?”

“oh my god... she’s such a bad person... knowing senior nayeon already likes him?”

you slide the studio door open, the juniors all quietened down upon seeing you.

“hello.” you greeted.

“hello, y/n!” they all greeted in unison, except for one.

hwayoung.

“hi... hwayoung.”

hwayoung rolled her eyes, scoffed then folded her arms together.

“ahh..! hwayoung had a bad day today, please excuse her behavior.” the student next to her frantically explained.

you raised your brow. “i see... cheer up hwayoung! don’t let bad days affect you.”

no response.

“sorry for interrupting your session, i need to get some papers then i’ll leave you guys to be.” you excused yourself.

were they bad-mouthing about you?

you shook your head, clearing your mind which was full of doubts.

after exiting the studio, you still could not push away the suspicions you have towards your juniors.

you mumbled, “you’re thinking too much. they are adults, they aren’t childish enough to do these types of things.”

you have to remind yourself that you are not in middle school anymore.

flashback - middle school

“don’t y/n hang out with you girls most of the time?”

“who... ah... y/n?”

“yeah, you are pretty close to her aren’t you?”

you stood behind your classroom door as you eavesdropped a conversation between (once) two of your close friends.

“we were. i just stopped talking to her... she’s not a friend to be around you know.”

“how so...?”

“she has a bad personality. i thought she was nice and all, and it just turns out i was wrong about the friendly facade.”

“wow, i guess people aren’t what they might seem to be.”

lies. lies. lies.

and it led you hating the time you spent in middle school.

your phone was ringing.

caller id: wonpil

“pil~”

“hello, y/n~”

“you are free now, right?”

“yes no maybe?”

you heard wonpil chuckled, “stop teasing, i know you ended your apprenticeship recently.”

you admitted,“fine, fine.”

“yay!” a wild wonpil appeared right in front of you.

“yah! you were right behind me for all this while?”

wonpil ruffled your hair, a giddy smile plastered his face.

“c’mon, let’s go!” he grabbed your wrist.

“where to?”

“to a surprise!”

wonpil had dragged you to a nearby pork restaurant.

“surprise!!!”

your eyes widened, “sungjin, jae, dowoon... younghyun?”

they all waved their arms in the air hysterically, you noticed that all your five friends were wearing silly party hats too.

the only empty seat was between wonpil and younghyun.

awkward.

wonpil gave you a reassuring smile, and you sat down in your seat.

“you have to thank mr. b for this surprise.” jae said, referring to younghyun.

sungjin added on, “younghyun suggested this since he said you probably didn’t eat a lot while fulfilling your apprenticeship duties.”

dowoon wiggled his brows, “he really cares about you~” he teased, and you felt your face getting hot.

“jae, please... for once, not humiliate me.” younghyun sighed.

jae gave a small salute, “okay, bri...an.”

“wow...” it took you long enough to realize the table was already filled with many serving of pork, side dishes, and alcohol.

wonpil clapped, “let’s eat!”

“you better eat up y/n! or bribri’s gonna finish the food.” jae winked, placing a piece of meat on your plate.

“seriously...” younghyun let out a long sigh of annoyance.

you found yourself eyeing younghyun from the side of your eye, only to find him eating quietly himself or looking past you to talk to the rest of the boys.

with a low voice, slightly shaking with a fluttering heart, you carefully said, “hi.”

you placed a meat on his plate.

he looked up at you with a flustered look on his face, questionably staring at you.

“hello.”

as the both of you exchanged those words, you felt yourself filling with happiness.

jae was about to take the meat off the grill when younghyun swiftly snatched it away with his chopsticks. “oh my god, what!” he yelled.

“i’m sorry man.” younghyun laughed, placing it on your plate.

you felt your heart overwhelmed by his action.

sungjin clicked his tongue. “yah, yah. there’s plenty of meat why are the both of you fighting over this? seriously, i wonder who’s the oldest some-”

oh no, bob’s gonna nag.

dowoon shoved a wrap into sungjin’s mouth.

“hyung, don’t be angry. eat up~” dowoon cooed.

wonpil bursts into giggles, clutching his stomach tightly.

sungjin spat out the food, “yah! yoon dowoon! what did you put in the wrap!” taking the jug of water, he poured it down his throat.

“oh dear, i mistook the chili as the sweet sauce.”

“yah!!!!!”

“she’s your responsibility now.” jae poked your shoulder.

younghyun looked at your unmoving frame, removing his outerwear as he draped it over your body.

you have been completely knocked out after drinking two bottles of alcohol.

younghyun sighed, “that’s why i constantly reminded her not to drink too much, her alcohol tolerance level is horrible.”

dowoon cleared his throat, earning attention from others.

“have you heard? the rumor surrounding y/n?”

jae looked up from his phone, “what rumor?”

dowoon cast a brief glance at you, making sure you were sleeping before saying, “that y/n is stealing... away from nayeon, even after knowing she likes him.”

“stealing who from nayeon?” wonpil asked.

dowoon timidly replied, “younghyun.”

sungjin laughed, “what’s this nonsense? we all know for sure that y/n and younghyun are just best friends. why would y/n do that? that’s stupid.”

jae nodded his head, agreeing with what sungjin had said.

“though i ‘lowkey’ shipped y/n with brian.”

younghyun clenched his fists.

“they also said y/n actions were a repeat of the past, selfish, ignorant and inconsiderate of other feelings but since we knew y/n for such a long period of time--- we all know she’s not that type of person!”

younghyun slammed his fists on the table, startling the other four.

“where did you hear it from?” he raised his voice, close to biting someone’s head off.

“it came from y/n’s department.”

the mood became tense after the revelation was disclosed to the group.

the group decided to call it a night. sungjin supported the drunk wonpil and dowoon at his sides, while jae clung onto wonpil’s back.

“i’ll bring these kids back to my place. since you live pretty close here, why don’t you let y/n stayover your place?” sungjin suggested.

younghyun nodded, “good luck taking care of them.”

sungjin waved, “take care of y/n!”

your best friend peered over his shoulder, “you’re really cute huh?” you were lying on his back as he piggybacked you, your head was nuzzled in the nape of his neck.

nearing his home, younghyun’s ears perked up at the sounds of people arguing.

“please, give me one more chance!”

“... i don’t know.”

“what do you mean you don’t know?”

“i-- just--”

“are you in love with someone else?”

“oh, nayeon and...” younghyun mumbled, watching from afar both nayeon and sungyeol having a deep dispute.

when he was about to turn to a different direction, he heard someone called for him, “younghyun!”

“huh?”

nayeon looked directly at him, as well as sungyeol; with his blazing eyes.

“wait! this isn’t what you think it is!” she began to run over to him.

younghyun held out one of his hand, and said, “don’t worry about me. i’ll have to get y/n home, see you around. bye.” he turned away, leaving nayeon hesitating whether she should run after him.

“who is he?” sungyeol grabbed one of her wrists.

“a friend.” nayeon coldly answered, shaking off his grasp.

you woke up the next morning in younghyun’s room.

“i must’ve passed out from drinking,” you mumbled, running your fingers through your hair. “thank god, i have no lessons today.”

“you’re awake!” your best friend appeared out of nowhere, still in his pajamas.

immediately, you brought your hands up to cover your face. “get out, i look horrible.”

you heard younghyun snickered, “i’ve seen worst.” and you scowled, taking a pillow and throwing it in his direction.

“wanna head out and grab lunch?” he asked.

ding! you reached out for your phone from the nightstand and read the text you’ve received from jisoo.

“sorry, jisoo wants to meet me for lunch, she said she has something important to tell me.” you smiled sympathetically.

younghyun scratched the nape of his neck, “okay... at least grab some toasts my mum prepared before leaving. i’ll see you later then?”

“tell your mum i said thanks, and if you’re free during dinner... we could meet?” you suggested, and younghyun’s face lit up in happiness.

“call~”

“jisoo!” you waved your hand up, trying to grab the attention of the girl that has entered the cafe.

“y/n!” she smiled brightly as soon as she saw you, walking towards your direction.

you and jisoo exchanged a brief hug.

“you look so pretty.” you examined her. her purple-highlighted hair in loose curls, natural makeup that highlighted her beauty and a yellow dress that she pulled off effortlessly.

“thank you, same goes for you too, cutie.” she laughed.

while eating, you and jisoo talked about what the both of you have done during the break.

“i was a trainee producer at an entertainment company. it was fun but stressful at the same time,” she blissfully sighed. “i met a lot of famous singers. they were really a friendly bunch. i got some of their numbers too!”

you wowed, “so cool!”

jisoo winked.

“i heard you met jinyoung at your apprenticeship!”

ah... jinyoung.

“haha, yup. he's helped me with stuff i’m unfamiliar with, you know?”

“really, it doesn’t sound like he only did all that.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

jisoo giggled, “you know that jinyoung has a huge crush on you right?”

your face began to heat up in embarrassment.

“oh my, did he confessed?” jisoo asked, leaning closer.

“i like you, y/n.”

flashback

“jinyoung...”

jinyoung looked so hopeful.

“i...”

you stared at jinyoung hardly as if he was the reflection of yourself.

the way jinyoung loves you is the same way you are in love with younghyun.

two foolish person that is hopelessly in love with someone else.

should you give him a chance and go out with him? however, between the two of you, jinyoung would be the only one that is in love, not you.

should you pretend that you had interest in him, all because of the pity you felt for him?

just like the pity, you have for yourself.

jisoo waved her hands in front of your face, bringing you back from spacing out.

“so...?”

“he did, and i rejected him.”

jisoo’s parted her lips in disbelief

“i’m sorry, i can’t say this without hurting your feelings,” you confessed.

jinyoung placed his hand on the top of your head.

“it’s okay.”

tears were brimming your eyes again.

“i’m so sorry you have to feel this way, i never wanted to hurt you.” your heart ached as you expressed your words.

you began crying again.

“no, please don’t cry. you did the right thing. if we ended up in a relationship, we’d be hurting ourselves due to our differences. we would never be happy.” he explained.

jinyoung’s soothing voice and words comforted you.

“let’s remain as good friends. i’ll always be there for you when you need me.”

you wiped away your tears, mustering a smile and said, “thank you.”

“can we have a hug of closure?” jinyoung asked, stretching his arms out.

you accepted jinyoung’s hug.

jinyoung mumbled, “be happy, y/n.”

he doesn’t know when he’ll stop loving you.

you appeared in his life and gave him an unforgettable time, the days of laughter and fun he spent with you during and outside the apprenticeship, the memories created of you will always be precious to him.

jinyoung admitted his defeat, he has lost you to kang younghyun.

he sensed your liking towards younghyun way before the man himself knew.

jinyoung thought wistfully, “but after all, pain is only temporary, someday you will meet someone who can make you happier. that’s the kind of love you deserve.”

“we didn’t just come here to talk about my love life. you said you had something important to tell me?”

“oh right. i wanted to talk to you about nayeon.”

“nayeon...?”

jisoo sighed, “nayeon called me that day-- i hate to say this.... i think you’ll have to be more considerate of nayeon.”

you stopped sipping your drink.

“i know younghyun and you are extremely close to each other, and i don’t blame you for that. nayeon... she can be a little selfish, and i can tell that she’s really bothered by seeing you and younghyun together.”

“i thought i’d been really careful lately... i’m even meeting younghyun lesser now,” you exhaled.

jisoo reached out and held your hand, “i’m sorry you have to do that. the biggest problem lies between younghyun and nayeon now. they need to sort this out together.

you remained silent.

“let’s keep this thing between us. if you tried talking to nayeon, it’s making her feel like younghyun doesn’t even like her at all, even though they are closer than just friends. well, i don’t know about younghyun but speaking from nayeon’s side.” she frowned. “knowing that there is a female friend that they are closer than you, she’s bound to feel jealousy.”

“i understand.”

after bidding goodbye to jisoo, you walked down the streets alone with many thoughts in your head.

you let out a sigh of frustration.

am i not allowed to stay with him?

in the beginning, you have hidden your feelings towards kang younghyun as you were afraid of tearing the friendship apart, also to forget when these feelings started.

is that too greedy of me?

subconsciously, your mind traveled back to the time when you were in younghyun’s hold after he had saved you from getting hit by the cyclist.

you snapped yourself out of it, shaking your head.

taking out your phone you sent a text to younghyun, telling him you were unable to meet for dinner.

“i’ll just get used to it.”

you continued walking down the bustling streets, watching as couples do their “couple” things and feeling like how you were such a failure in love.

“i should call someone out for a drink.”

despite already drinking last night and suffering a terrible hangover, you wanted to drink again. it only happens when you are depressed, a way to force the painful thoughts away for a bit.

“cheers!”

you squeezed your eyes shut, downing the alcohol in one-shot.

if younghyun was here, he would’ve--

“no, he’s not here.” you reminded yourself.

“y/n did a one-shot!” henry cheered.

“my idol~ y/n~” hani (drunkenly) stared at you with admiration.

jinyoung quietly watched as you readily accepted henry’s drinks.

“sorry, if she drinks more she’ll become too difficult to handle.”

“henry! go easy on her!” jinyoung chided, taking the glass from you.

“it’s okay! i’m okay~” you assured jinyoung, trying to take the glass from him.

jinyoung raised the glass to his lips, pouring the bitter liquor down his throat.

you protested, “yah! that's supposed to be mine!”

jinyoung widened his eyes at your sudden outburst.

“i needed to heal myself with that...” you mumbled incoherently.

“how dare you jinyoung!” henry scolded.

hani added on, “i’ll fight him for you y/n!” jinyoung backed away a little as hani began cracking her knuckles.

you let your head fall on top of the table, silencing the noise from the thoughts running through your head rather than the noise in the restaurant.

henry pointed at you, “look at her! look what you did to my precious y/n!” he threw his arms in the air dramatically.

“sorry...” jinyoung apologized.

you lifted your head up, “no~ it’s okay!” you smiled giddily at him.

supporting yourself up, you announced, “i need to pee!” and you stumbled to the restroom with your phone in your hand.

you felt sick.

you get on your knees, bending your face close to the toilet bowl and began puking.

flush! you breathed deeply, leaning your head against the wall and felt your mind went blank.

“oh right~” you raised your phone to your eye level, squinting your vision as you scrolled through your contacts.

“nayeon-ie~ nayeon-ie~” you pressed your phone against your ear.

the call rang for a few seconds before someone answered. “hello?”

“ah... nayeon~” you giggled.

“...y/n? what’s up!”

“i’m sorry~ i’m so sorry~ sorry sorry sorry!”

“are you okay? what are you sorry for? are you drunk y/n?” nayeon asked in concern.

“yup, me drunk hehe.”

“i’m sorry for everything... i’ll be more considerate. don’t hate okie~”

nayeon paused. “... why would i hate you?” she carefully asked.

“i... don’t know... i was wrong.”

at that point, you didn’t understand a single thing you were saying too.

“...i’m also sorry...”

jisoo’s words were like a single blow to the head.

“knowing that there is a female friend that they are closer than you, she’s bound to feel jealousy.”

the alcohol in your body system was somewhat boosting your recklessness and the next moment you were dialing younghyun’s number.

“hi, what’s up--”

upon hearing his voice, you became a complete lunatic. “you jerk! fuck you! me crying cause you and nayeon... what... i...do... can.” you screamed.

the line went silent.

“hello...? yah! younghyun, you bastard!”

younghyun cleared his throat, “are you drunk?”

you ended the call abruptly.

with your emotions finally get the best of you, your eyes stinging with tears and hastily wiped them away with your hands.

“this is all your fault.”

the couple was avoiding younghyun’s hardened glare.

“what are you doing here?” the female asked rudely. “we didn’t invite you to eat with us? especially since it’s our date.”

“you didn’t, but he did. your boyfriend is in the same department as me, and he kindly allowed me to join.” younghyun pointed to her boyfriend, minhyun, who was sitting next to him. she glowered at him, and minhyun shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“i’m sorry, hwayoung. younghyun has something important to clarify. please hear him out.” minhyun explained.

younghyun rolled his eyes, “let me get this straight. i heard that you were the one that started the rumor about y/n.”

hwayoung scoffed, “what rumor? it was all facts okay! am i right, minhyun?”

minhyun shake his head in dismay, earning a death glare from his girlfriend.

“i heard all this from her own friend, nayeon.”

nayeon?

“what does nayeon has to do with this? she’s y/n’s friend, she would never trash-talk her own friend.”

hwayoung let out a sarcastic chuckle, “i’m roommates with nayeon and we’re really close, she tells me everything! nayeon likes you so much but all you do was to talk about y/n! do you know how hurt she felt? not only that, y/n was always caught sticking next to you when she knew that nayeon was already interested in you.”

younghyun uttered, “bullshit.”

“what?”

“y/n’s is my best friend and we’ve been like this since high school, why must we be separated whether nayeon likes me or not?” younghyun questioned.

“you broke nayeon’s heart! with her own friend, y/n! how can you be like this?” hwayoung protested, standing up and trying to prove her point. “nayeon said so herself, that y/n is trying to steal you away from her. with y/n’s past, it’s no doubt why people didn’t like her. i heard from one of y/n’s middle school classmate that y/n had a horrible attitude.”

younghyun clenched his fists, “i just treated nayeon as one of my close friends since y/n’s close to her as well. nayeon has misinterpreted all of these and created a misunderstanding. to add on, y/n is the most genuine and beautiful person i’ve ever met. whoever said that she has a horrible attitude probably wasn’t even her friend.”

hwayoung gulped, “what...?”

“y/n’s my best friend and nayeon is just a mutual friend. that’s it.” younghyun said lowly.

hwayoung slammed her hands on the table, “look, i know you are sticking up for y/n! then what about nayeon?” she yelled.

“hwayoung, please.” minhyun tried calming hwayoung down.

“minhyun!” she reached out and tugged his arm, persuading to get her boyfriend to help her.

“it’s your fault, hwayoung-ah.” minhyun slumped in defeat.

“why is the department so interested in what we do?”

hwayoung watched as younghyun’s eyes darkened, feeling cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

he continued, “it was a misunderstanding, and none of my friends, y/n’s close friend, agreed with this nonsense. why are you trying to be the judge here?”

hwayoung lowered her head.

“i was the one that caused this problem. so, please leave y/n out of it. she doesn’t deserve to be hated when she did absolutely nothing wrong. please try to not make a big fuss out of it.”

after listening to younghyun’s words, hwayoung sealed her mouth shut.

she’s completely speechless.

“anyways,” younghyun smiled. “it’s just a misunderstanding. also, please keep this from y/n, she doesn’t have to know what happened to her. please tell the others to keep it to themselves too. i’m sorry for spoiling the date. bill’s on me. have fun!” he got up from his seat, heading to the counter.

you did the right thing, kang younghyun.

his phone rang after he left the restaurant.

“oh! y/n.” he happily answered. “hi, what’s up--”

“you jerk! fuck you! me crying cause you and nayeon... what... i...do... can.” he heard her scream.

is she drunk?

“hello...? yah! younghyun, you bastard!” she yelled again.

“are you drunk?” he asked.

however, you had already ended the call.

“shit.” younghyun cursed, running his hand through his hair as he tried calling you again.

"the person you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time, please call again later."

“did she found out about the rumor?” he chewed his bottom lips nervously. after all, he planned to keep this a secret along with the rest of the boys.

he knew you couldn’t stand any false rumors surrounding you, it would take a toll on you mentally and you would start blaming yourself for no reason.

he knew he needed to find her.

the last thing you remembered was passing out from intoxication while sitting on the curb outside the barbeque place.

“y/n! i’ll see you soon okay!” hani exclaimed.

henry tugged hani’s arm, dragging her down the street. “bye bye the two of you!” he waved.

“y/n, wake up. you have to go home,” jinyoung said.

you let out a whine, then bobbing your head.

“what should i do?” he thought. however, the incoming sound of phone ringing decided to break his train of thoughts.

ring! ring!

“y/n, your phone’s ringing,” jinyoung informed, poking you on the shoulder.

you were unbothered by the sound of your phone ringing.

carefully, jinyoung reaches his hand out, taking your phone out of your jeans pocket.

caller id: younghyun

“hello? y/n?”

“this is jinyoung.”

“...ah, hello. where’s y/n?”

jinyoung hesitated for a little before replying, “she’s passed out.”

“alright, send me your location and i’ll come fetch her.”

jinyoung lifted you up by your arm, holding your waist with his other arm while supporting you.

just in time, a cab pulled up next to the curb. a worried-looking younghyun got off the cab, rushing over your side as he checked on you.

“how much did she drink?” he asked.

“close to three bottles?” jinyoung said, counting with his fingers.

“three!?” younghyun exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

jinyoung’s view towards younghyun were very unclear (at that moment).

does he dislike him? no. does he like him? no. does he respect him? yes, somehow. younghyun always sticked by your side and cared for you despite some random jokes he throws at you sometimes. does he think younghyun is dumb? yes! he is so dense when realizing that you like him.

“something must’ve happened,” jinyoung said, carefully passing you to younghyun. “she’s wasn’t in her best mood when i first saw her.”

“i mean, she cancelled on our dinner plans.” younghyun grumbled.

“something must be bothering her then.” jinyoung shrugged.

“i guess... you joining us?” younghyun asked, motioning to the cab.

jinyoung shook his head no, “i live nearby.” he pointed to the tall apartment building not far from the area.

“alright then, thank you for thanking care of y/n.” younghyun smiled.

wow. he’s really handsome when he smiles.

“ah! no problem, i’m just looking out for a fellow junior.”

no wonder y/n likes him.

he’s caring, he’s handsome and has all the traits of the perfect boyfriend.

still, how can he be so dense?

“what?”

“i like y/n.” jinyoung confessed causing younghyun to stiffen.

“what?” he stared at him in surprise.

“don’t get pissed with me,” jinyoung held up his arm defensively. “i got rejected by her.”

younghyun heaved a sigh of relief.

“she likes someone,” jinyoung said as his eyes burned into younghyun’s one.

“who?”

“i don’t know.”

“what? she didn’t tell you?”

“nope,” jinyoung smiled smugly. “but i might have an idea who it is...”

younghyun perked his head up. “who?”

“wait-- do you like y/n?”

“what! ...n-no!”

jinyoung found amusement in younghyun’s flustered behavior.

“haha, i’m just joking with you.”

younghyun forced out a chuckle. “we’ll go now.” he informed, getting into the cab to join you.

“where am i...?” you mumbled, regaining consciousness.

your head was on someone’s shoulder.

“in the cab, stop moving or you’ll throw up.”

younghyun? holy sh-- oh my god, his face is so close!

you cleared your throat and asked, “why am i here?

“you were drunk, i called, jinyoung answered, and i came,” he answered.

“oh... you sound angry.”

“... you c-canceled our dinner!” he protested.

he sounded angry for a different reason?

“i’m sorry...” you apologized, hiding your face in the nape of his neck. “i wasn’t feeling really good about something and i didn’t want it to affect our plans.”

ah, so it wasn’t about the rumor.

“what were you unhappy about?”

let’s keep this thing between us. jisoo’s words flashed through your mind.

“it’s nothing important,” you said.

“if it’s ‘nothing important’, you wouldn’t have been so upset.”

“you’re really insistent, kang brian.” you giggled.

your best friend laughed, “if you can’t tell me now, will you at least tell me... soon?”

you hummed, pondering for a moment. “it depends.”

“it’s something personal huh?”

“somewhat.” you sighed.

“it’s okay. now, close your eyes and get some rest.” he brought his hands up to your eyes and covered your vision.

you pushed his hand away.

“we’re going to your place right?”

“duh? your mum would kill you if she sees you drunk.”

“you know me best, kang younghyun.”

for the one who knows you best, loves you most.

the following day, you went back to school.

you and wonpil had met up before the both of you headed for different lectures.

“pil, do you think i can survive throughout lecture?”

to start off the day, you were already accompanied by a horrible headache.

“you look dead, y/n. i don’t know.” wonpil answered.

you thanked him for his honesty

“i know,” you groaned. “i hate myself for drinking too much.”

“you okay? did something happen?” wonpil stopped you in the middle of the hallway, holding your shoulders tightly.

“no, no, nothing happened. chill.” you removed his grip on your shoulders.

wonpil continued asking whether ‘you were alright’, and you repeating a million times you were ‘fine’ before the two of you were stopped by your juniors.

“hey, the three of you.” you greeted daehyun, suji and hwayoung.

“we need to speak with you!” daehyun spoke nervously.

wonpil cast hwayoung a look, in which she backed away a little.

“ah, something urgent?” you asked.

“yes, it’s regarding a rumor.” hwayoung timidly said.

wonpil widened his eyes.

it was meant to be a secret!

“rumor...?”

wonpil tugged your arm, “y/n! your lecture is starting. let’s go!” he laughed nervously, later throwing your juniors a dirty look; without you knowing.

“we just want to say sorry! for me, it was wrong of me to start it!” hwayoung apologized.

before you could even clarify what they were talking about, she ran away. with the two of her sidekicks following behind her.

“what just happened?” you stood there, dumbfounded.

“haha! looks like they were just playing around, huh?” wonpil lied, fiddling with his fingers anxiously.

you briefly eyed wonpil in suspicion, and he gulped.

“you’re probably right.” you agreed.

your headache was killing you, and you couldn’t care less to figure out what had just happened.

“see you, later?” you asked wonpil before heading in the lecture hall.

wonpil patted you lightly on the back. “catch you later, tell me if anything happens.” he said.

you gave him a skeptical look. “ah, sure.” and you gave him a quick hug before the two of you separated for your lectures.

after you went in, wonpil lingered outside for a while, taking out his phone and sending an emergency text to his four friends in a group chat younghyun had created (without you in it) to discuss on how to tackle the baseless rumors about you.

originally, the group chat had a pretty generic name until jae decided to change it after a fight with wonpil.

< jae & his peasants >

wonpil: y/n almost found out of the rumor! TT

younghyun: what!!!! how????

younghyun: did the juniors went and tell her?

younghyun: i told them not to tell her what the heck

jae: hey wonpil you poopface!

wonpil: idk, all they did was to apologize to her and y/n looked so confused

jae: poopface

younghyun: thank god.

younghyun: i’ll meet you outside the lecture later. hopefully, she doesn’t find out by the time we reach.

wonpil: :/ i’ll see you then

younghyun: ...

younghyun: jae

younghyun: shut up for once.

younghyun: please

jae: isn’t nayeon in her class?

jae: what’s the chance of her telling y/n because she’s guilty?

younghyun: shit

after the lecture, you were prepared to leave the lecture hall when you heard someone call you.

“y/n! hi.”

“oh, hi.” you greeted nayeon.

she gave a small wary smile in return.

“can i talk to you for a moment?” she asked. “it’s something i think you should know.”

you pondered a little.

is she going to talk about younghyun?

“hold on,” you said, taking out your phone and sent wonpil a text. “take a seat first.”

you sat down after nayeon took her seat.

“so, how was your apprenticeship?” nayeon started off.

you noticed her fiddling her fingers, a sign that she was nervous about something.

“ah, it was great. it was definitely an experience, i met so many amazing people, including our alumni, jinyoung.” you sighed, reminiscing the memories.

“jinyoung...? he likes you, right?”

you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. “about that, i rejected him. we’re just friends.” you explained.

“not because you like someone else?”

you were caught off guard by her words.

you lied, “i don’t have someone i like at the moment.”

i do.

“i see,” she cleared her throat, a second of relief flashed through her face. “still waiting for the perfect guy huh?”

the perfect guy is equivalent to kang younghyun.

you shrugged. “what do you want to talk about?”

nayeon stared at the table for a while before looking up and locking eyes with you.

“i’m so sorry y/n.”

what’s with people apologizing to you today?

“huh? is everything okay?” you reached out and held her shaking hands.

nayeon began sobbing, and you were even more confused.

“i didn’t mean to... i didn’t realize it would hurt you until younghyun broke me out of my selfishness.”

“hurt me? younghyun?”

you took out a packet of tissue from your backpack, handing it to nayeon.

“it was me, i was the one that started the rumor. i started the rumor that you were a selfish person and that you were trying to take younghyun away from me despite knowing that i liked him,” she revealed.

what...?

“i haven’t heard--” you were about to say something when a memory finally hits you in the head.

“have you heard...?”

“i didn’t know senior y/n was like this?”

“oh my god... she’s such a bad person... knowing senior nayeon already likes him?”

you felt something slowly building up inside of you.

“i really didn’t mean to... i’m so sorry y/n. ever since younghyun came forward and confronted me, i regretted it so much.”

you lifted your hand away from hers, bringing both your hands up to cover your face. there was a flashback of your past.

the time when you were shunned off by your classmate for your ‘horrible’ attitude.

the time when the entire school ostracized you, leaving you to be a loner.

the time when because of a false rumor started by people who you trusted to be your friends, but ended up stabbing you in the back.

“y/n, it was out of jealousy. back then, i was so foolish--”

anger, frustration, and betrayal.

“if you were my friend, why would you do that to me?” you spoke through your gritted teeth.

you removed your hands from your face.

nayeon went pale as soon as she saw your face, void of expression.

you continued, “if you were my friend, i would have sacrificed not seeing and meeting up with younghyun just so that the both of you can hang out more.”

this time, nayeon was the one that reached out and grasped your one of your clenched fist . “y/n... please.”

you flinched away from her touch, pulling your hands away.

“if i am your friend, nayeon. why would you do this to hurt me? even if it was out of jealousy... don’t you trust me...? do you really think that i was capable enough to destroy a relationship? i hate this conversation, i’m sorry, i’m leaving.” after you said that, you grabbed your backpack and left the lecture hall.

the emotions that you were suppressing down inside of you finally came pouring out.

“y/n!” wonpil exclaimed.

younghyun frantically ran over to you.

“y/n! why are you... crying? did nayeon do something to you?”

wiping your tears away hastily, you walked away from the two of them.

someone held you by your wrist, turning you around.

you yelled in annoyance, “let go!” moving your arm, you struggled to get out of his grasp.

“not until you tell me what’s going on.” younghyun said.

you exhaled, “why must i tell you... when all this while you are hiding things from me too? i was ridiculed by one foolish rumor by my own friend and none of you came forward to tell me what’s going on, leaving me to be a clueless idiot that does not know what’s happening to herself.”

“i-i...”

“why would you go ahead and confront her? it is my own problem, i’m capable of settling it myself! this isn’t high school anymore! i hate this ‘keeping things from y/n’ shit.”

“i didn’t want to hurt you... and i thought i could help you,” he explained.

“help me by keeping things from me?” you let a sarcastic laugh.

he pulled you in, holding you tightly as you continued speaking while crying uncontrollably. “you’re really a jerk.” you sobbed, hitting his chest.

he held you for about a good 10 minutes before you wiggled out of his hold. your eyes were swollen, and your body was still trembling slightly.

“i need to be alone for a while, i’m sorry... i have to go.”

younghyun watched as you walked off, with wonpil by his side.

“she’ll be okay.” wonpil placed a hand on younghyun’s shoulder.

“i hope so,” he mumbled.

he felt a pang in his chest, well his heart. he wondered if this was what it feels like when you love someone you really cared about.

the following week, you didn’t attend any lectures or classes.

you decided to move back to your mother’s place, very much to her dismay.

“just don’t mess up the place.” your mother informed.

you just needed to spend the week alone and clear the negative feelings out.

your mother probably sensed something was off with you by her ‘motherly instinct’. most of the time she would nag you about literally anything but nowadays, she’s letting you do whatever you want unless (as she had said) you don’t mess up the living quarters.

you left your phone unattended in your bedroom for days, only catching glimpses of your friends texting you and asking where you’ve gone through its lit screen.

younghyun had called you multiple times too.

every single time he had called you, you were so tempted to answer the call and poured your feelings out.

“no,” you firmly told yourself, retracting your hands away from the vibrating phone. you were not ready to face him yet.

you dreaded when sunday came, meaning you had to go back to school the following day.

“wake up.” your mother shakes your sleeping figure.

you whined, hugging your blanket tightly before she ripped it off your body.

“it’s a sunday!” you retorted, still half asleep and half awake.

“sunday doesn’t mean you can sleep the whole day! wake up and get prepared, you are following me to grocery shopping.” she tut-tutted.

“alright, give me 5 minutes.” you sighed, getting up groggily.

“i’ll go prepare breakfast, we’ll eat before we go shopping.” your mother smiled, satisfied by your behavior.

after you were done preparing and eating breakfast, you and your mother took a bus down to the supermart.

less than ten minutes in the supermart, your mother was already having the time of her life.

“that’s a lot of food.” you huffed, struggling to hold the basket full of ingredients.

your mother, who was indifferent by your sufferings, said, “we have 5 guests tonight.”

“who?” you asked.

“you’ll know when the time comes,” she answered, placing more kinds of stuff into the basket.

you did not argue back, knowing that your mother would be unpleasant if you ask any more questions.

you begrudgingly followed your mother orders and wishes, aiding her in her grocery shopping. though she could be a little intimidating and doesn’t show her love all the time, you treasure moments like this with your mother.

“get the door please.” your mother motioned you to answer the door.

you dashed to the entrance, unlocking the front door to reveal--

“the five of you?” you backed away from the door, the guests your mother was expecting entered your home as if it was theirs.

“hey y/n, nice outfit.” jae snickered, and sungjin slapped his arm.

“ouch! what the heck!”

you quickly removed the pink apron, tossing it on the table.

“hi y/n!” wonpil and dowoon greeted simultaneously.

“hey y/n.” younghyun gave a small smile.

“hey...” you forced a smile.

“you didn’t answer my calls or the messages. i was worried sick,” the smile erased off his face, revealing a frown.

you scratched the nape of your neck, “i’m sorry i just wanted to be alone, sort out my feelings.”

he gave you an understanding nod.

the five of your friends took a seat on the couch, your mother scurrying over with a bright smile plastered on her face.

“boys! i missed you so much~” your mother cooed.

each of them got up and gave your mum a hug.

“sons, i’ve cooked all your favorite dishes,” she proudly announced, unveiling the dining table which was full of food behind her.

“lobsters! oh my god... thank you mum!” jae screamed in happiness, hugging your mother again.

“jae, she’s not your mum.” sungjin reminded, earning a laughter from your mother.

dowoon and wonpil clapped their hands together excitedly, rushing over to the table.

“thank you for the food.” younghyun thanked your mother.

“ah, it’s always nice that you boys come over. by the way, how’s your mother doing?” your mother asked.

“she’s doing well with her job. she said she missed you a lot and wanted to come visit you if she had the time.”

“tell her this home will always welcome her here.” your mother said, patting younghyun’s back.

when all five of your friends have settled down, your mother pinched you lightly on the arm, ordering you to go get the utensils

“i’ll follow her.” younghyun stood up.

“aw~” jae teased.

wonpil and dowoon copied jae. surprisingly, sungjin also joined in.

“thank you dear.” your mother thanked younghyun; not you.

you reluctantly got up from your seat, heading to the kitchen with younghyun following behind you.

“i’ll get the plates, you get the utensils,” he said, taking the plates off the cabinet.

you smiled to yourself. “you look like you belong in this house.”

younghyun chuckled, “ha. ha. how’s a week of skipping school?”

“fun. exhilarating. y/n finds fun in staying at home.” you replied, looking through the utensils and finding perfect pairs.

“i’m sorry.” he apologized.

“it’s okay. if i was in your position i would’ve done it too. i mean we’re friends for a really long time, we always have each other backs... thank you, and i’m sorry for treating you badly that day.” you said, looking up and meeting his eyes.

he patted your head with one of his hands (other hand holding the plates). usually, you would swat away his hand but you enjoyed it. since you had feelings for him, this annoying action in the past has become heart-fluttering.

“let’s go.” you interrupted, looking away and headed out of the kitchen.

“what took you guys so long! i’m famished.” jae complained, as soon as the two of you returned back to your seats.

your mother eyed you and younghyun. “is there something you two are hiding from me. tell me, now.”

“we’re not hiding anything mum, we’re just talking about school. right, younghyun?” you rolled your eyes, passing the utensils around.

“right,” he answered.

your mother whispered something under breath before saying, “let’s start eating shall we?”

we all thanked her for the food prepared, digging into the spread of food.

“thank you for the food mrs. y/s/n” sungjin bowed, and the other boys followed too.

your mother patted sungjin’s back, “you’re welcome back anytime.” she smiled.

jae gave your mother a side hug. “so, mum, the question still remains unclear... who’s your favorite out of here?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

“oh, i know.” jae lowered his body and she whispered in his ears.

jae clutched his chest, his face was priceless. “oh my god, i feel so betrayed! i thought i was your favorite!”

your mother walked over and stood next to you. “my favorite is, of course, my own daughter.”

everyone laughed.

someone pulled you aside. “hey, how you feeling?” it was wonpil.

“thanks for coming, i’m feeling much better now,” you answered.

“great! this entire get-together was planned by your mum and younghyun. the idea came from him first. he figured even if you’d like to spend the entire week being alone, you still need your friends you know, you need us.” wonpil explained, taking his words into your heart.

“you’re right.” you agreed, looking over at younghyun. he caught your stare, returning a small smile. “though i needed to be alone, at the same time, i needed my friends too.”

wonpil ruffled your hair, he was like a caring older brother.

“y/n-ah. younghyun is walking home alone, why don’t you accompany him?” your mother hurried you over.

“no mrs y/s/n, it’s okay i walk home myself. plus, it’s pretty late already, it’ll be unsafe for y/n to walk back alone.”

your mother rolled her eyes, “y/n doesn’t mind. moreover, you stay pretty close here. y/n’s has been cooped up at home, she needs to head out and exercise a little.” she pushed you towards younghyun.

“alright we’ll get going, thank you for today mrs. y/s/n.” dowoon ran over and gave your mother a last tight hug before joining the rest of the boys.

jae awed at dowoon’s action, clutching his fingers together. “aw, you cutie!” he teased dowoon, only to receive a small nod from the shy boy.

younghyun and you walked side-by-side on the way to his place. sungjin and the rest all headed back with jae’s car.

younghyun whistled a tune, and you looked down on your shoes while walking.

then there was a pregnant silence before younghyun picked up a conversation.

“wanna walk to campus together tomorrow, like old times?”

“let’s do it! how long has it been? close to half a year?” you reminisced the times younghyun and you would walk to school together (almost every day since high school).

not to mention the time he made your heart a beating mess after saving you from being killed by a bicycle.

“so, you still going to talk to nayeon...?”

ah, nayeon. the girl wasn’t in the picture until your best friend mentioned her.

“i’m going to bury the hatchet you know...? i mean-- i want to continue to be friends with her, she’s a good friend. everyone makes mistake in life, and nayeon already felt bad enough for her mistakes. she’s not like those people back in middle school, never remorse for their own actions.” you stopped in your tracks, tilting your head and looked at the full moon.

“i still feel like i have a fault in this.”

you turned to look at younghyun, “fault in girls liking you? afraid that your dearest friend is stealing mr. heartthrob away from them?” you teased him.

“hey! i already feel bad enough, don’t do this to me.” he bumped your shoulder lightly.

you giggled, “i’m just kidding. it’s not your fault for being so devilishly charming.”

he choked, “you admit that i’m handsome?”

you felt yourself blushing, turning your head away as faked a cough. “just admit it kang. i always catch my juniors ogling you as if you were some sort of specimen.”

“what about you?”

you felt the air got caught up in your throat.

“no way i’m describing you, loser.” you composed yourself, giving him a disgusted look.

you’re so handsome, beautiful and, so--

“speaking of guys, you never seemed to have a guy you like.”

“what do you mean? don’t you remember my super junior phase?” you raised your brows.

younghyun let out a sarcastic laugh, “donghae? i’m speaking realistically.”

you stroked your chin, thinking deeply. “maybe jungkook from bts? he’s cute.”

your best friend rolled his eyes, “no way you rejected your overly handsome senior just for donghae and jungkook.” you scrunched your forehead, how did he know?

“jinyoung told me. you must’ve rejected him for someone else.”

yeah you, idiot.

“i mean there is this someone...” you said discreetly.

younghyun widened his eyes. “who!” he held your shoulders, shaking you wildly.

“ain’t telling you.” you whistled.

younghyun had a look of disappointment on his face.

“don't tell me you have feelings for me?”

younghyun backed a little away from you. “sorry, you’re not iu or suzy.” he smiled meekly.

“and you told me to be realistic.” you sighed.

finally, the two of you reached the foot of younghyun’s apartment building.

“see you tomorrow.” you waved.

“wait!” younghyun stopped you before you walked off.

“what.”

he said something in english, which you could hardly understand. “pardon?” you replied.

younghyun shook his head, amused by your reaction. “see you tomorrow!” he flashed you a last cheeky grin before heading into the building.

“yah! brian kang, i didn’t go canada study just like you. don’t rub some english words in my face!” you yelled.

“nayeon!” you called out for your friend after the lecture.

nayeon spun around, surprised that you had called her.

“is anything wrong y/n? are you okay?” she asked worriedly. you had to hold in your giggles, she was too serious.

you kept a blank face. “let’s talk, but not here....” your eyes trailed towards 5 busy-bodies near the door. you got up from your seat, taking nayeon’s hand as she followed you out of the lecture hall.

you stuck your tongue out at younghyun, still annoyed for him randomly throwing words at you.

your friends were all so bad in acting. younghyun was staring at the wall, jae was challenging sungjin to a dance battle while wonpil was latching tightly onto dowoon who looks like he was going to cry.

“i’ll ask jae to translate when i have the time,” you mumbled to yourself.

you brought nayeon to an empty studio, locking the door behind you.

“are you okay y/n? why are you acting like this..? i’m worried.”

you took a seat down on the chair, after nayeon.

“y/n, i’m so sorry--”

“enough apologizing nayeon.”

she looked like she was closed to breaking into tears.

“oh no, that’s not what i meant!” you waved your hands out frantically. “i mean, it’s okay. i forgive you.”

nayeon exhaled loudly. “really?”

“yup, this is not a dream.”

she lunged forward and embraced you tightly.

“i was such a fool. a lovesick fool to be precise.”

“you still are, are you back with sungyeol?”

she blushed as soon as you mentioned sungyeol.

“he’s become a better man, i’m very happy now.”

you felt so happy for her. finally, she managed to patch things up with her once ‘uncaring’ boyfriend.

“when i broke things with sungyeol previously. then, i fell for younghyun so easily. i was so blind in love that i never realized i was liking younghyun as a rebound...he reminded me so much of sungyeol in the beginning.” she reflected, you listened closely.

“i’m such an idiot, thinking that you like younghyun and that you were keeping younghyun away from me. how could i have thought of that? you guys are best friends!”

“about that...” you raised your finger up. “except the part from the keeping younghyun away, which was definitely untrue.”

nayeon spaced out for a moment before letting a high pitched scream.

“yeah... that.”

“i am so sorry, i didn’t know! since when? was it before i ‘ liked’ him?”

you nodded your head slowly.

“have you told younghyun yet?” she lowered her voice.

you shook your head.

“why! if it’s because of me--”

you admitted sullenly, “no! no! i have no plans to confess.”

“why!”

“it’s difficult to explain... promise me you’ll keep this as a secret.”

“i promise!” she traced a cross on her heart with her index finger.

you and nayeon discussed your sticky situation for a little longer before the door of you two left the studio together.

“so, you two made up yet?” you jumped. beside you, jae was lying against the wall.

“did you follow us?” you interrogated, crossing your arm.

“it was all wonpil’s idea.” jae retorted.

wonpil walked out of the opposite studio, “hey, don’t push the blame to me! it was younghyun’s idea!” he cried, earning an eye-roll from jae.

“when will the two of you stop bickering!” sungjin scolded, shimmying out from behind the big notice board.

jae and wonpil continued to throw blames at each other. following dowoon, who came out of the same studio where wonpil was hiding also.

lastly, younghyun, who had hidden behind the vending machine was forcefully revealed after sungjin dragged him out by the collar of his shirt.

“guys, we’re okay now,” you reassured all of them. “we’re fine, just chill.”

nayeon excused herself to go off first. “sorry, i’m meeting sungyeol! i’ll see you guys around!”

younghyun poked his finger on the side of your cheek, “want to grab lunch with us?” he asked, you slapped his finger away.

“lead the way brian~”

“why are you acting like this?”

“i’m not going to stop calling you by your canada name until you translate the english phrases you keep dropping on me out of nowhere.” you huffed.

he gave you an ‘lol’ expression, then shaking his head.

“i’m going to walk with wonpil, you can go talk to jae. you can have a romantic conversation with him in full english.” you waved.

a couple of weeks later, you were still referring your best friend as ‘brian’.

you could have sworn he was getting annoyed.

“it’s younghyun.” he would correct you.

“i’m sorry, who?” you were still adamant to call him by his korean name.

the school had gotten a little busier as soon as the annual festival was making its arrival.

the festival was to commemorate a brand new year of school.

every department had a key role in the festival. for example, the art department was in charge of the designs of the banners, posters, and brochures for the festival.

you called jae, needing his help for a witty slogan for the posters.

“hey mini,” he answered the call. “what you want?”

“hi noodle arms! you free? can you meet me at the canteen?”

he hummed, “maybe? what’s the catch if i come?”

“i’ll treat you to fries!”

you could feel him shaking his head, “nah~”

“i’ll ask my mum to prepare you a week of packed food, you in?”

“deal! be there in 3 minutes sister.”

3 minutes later, you spotted the spectacled bigfoot wearing a red sweater and loose sweatpants looking for someone in the crowd.

“noodle arms! jae!” you called from your seat.

“yo mini!” he raced over to the table, taking the seat opposite of you.

you explained the theme of the festival to him, while he would come out with some ideas first. after seeing your design, he’ll narrow down the ideas to fit the design better.

“you should superimpose my face on the poster,” he suggested.

you shivered at the thought of cutting his face and pasting on the poster.

“i don’t think we want to tarnish the school’s reputation.”

within 30 minutes of typing out the slogan, touching up, sending the draft to your professor, and receiving a good approval, you hurrayed.

you closed your laptop, holding out your hand. “high five!”

he clapped your hand back. “remember our deal!” he reminded the 101st time.

jae complained he was hungry after all the thinking, and you offered him an extra sandwich you had bought earlier.

“so,” he mumbled, still chewing his food. “you have been calling younghyun brian nowadays.”

you rolled your eyes and said, “he’s being a loser. he keeps dropping english phrases casually, and i don’t understand a thing! though we did have english lessons back in high school, i’ve already forgotten everything!”

jae let out a ‘lol’. “you could’ve asked me what he was saying. i studied in the states much longer than brian did in toronto.”

you raked your brain, trying to remember some of the simpler english words you could decipher.

“what’s con..fess?”

“it’s like admitting something.”

“hm, i’m serious?”

“it means i’m sincere about this.”

“ob..vious?”

“very clear, evident?”

“oh, feelings in english... it’s emotions right?”

“ditto.”

“this doesn’t make sense, it isn’t enough.” you sighed in frustration.

jae shrugged his shoulders, still focus on his sandwich.

“he’s your best friend y/n. even if you can’t understand him in an alien language, you’ll still be able to unravel what he says faster than the rest of us than ever could.”

you pondered for a moment.

“confess, serious, feelings... do you think he has a liking towards someone?”

“see! you understood him faster than i did. i’m really doubting whether the two of you are a match made in heaven. oh my god-- remember the time back in high school when he fainted somewhere after an allergic reaction, the whole class was in a frenzy and was trying to figure out where he had disappeared! everyone thought he had fainted in one of the boys’ bathroom but you went off alone and found him in the gym.”

you were so concentrated in your thoughts that you weren’t paying full attention to what jae was saying.

“i wonder why the both of you haven’t dated yet. younghyun and you are like so... what’s the word? right! perfect for each other?”

who in the world does kang younghyun like? to the point, his feelings were so obvious that he wanted to confess?

#day6 young k #day6 youngk imagine #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 fic #day6 fanfic #day6 written #day6 young k scenarios #day6 #day6 fluff

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Queenmaker: A Sumire Story (Portraits of 119)

If there was one thing Mimasaka Sumire had learned from her parents, it was that information was everything.

Her mother was a top detective whose investigative prowess had broken up many a triad and cartel in her time on the police force. Her father was a chef who’d masterfully incorporated psychological warfare into his craft.

And Sumire? She’d be among the academy’s elite one day—of that she was certain. But for now, in her first year at Totsuki’s middle school, she just had to keep ear to the ground.

So far listening had been an easy job because all 800 students in her year—the academy’s 119th generation—were talking. Specifically, they were talking about an heiress in homeroom A who’d moved into the Nakiri Mansion.

That proud estate on the edge of campus had been unoccupied since the legendary jewel generation matriculated. Almost every first seat—including its current occupant Mizuhara Himari—had tried to take it over, but the illustrious Nakiri family always refused. So everyone was speculating about how a mere middle school student had gotten the keys to the most prestigious residence within miles of the school.

I heard her family bought the mansion from the Nakiris. Her papa is richer than god, you know.

She only uses shampoo that’s specially made with crushed pearls and Bulgarian roses; that’s why her hair is always so shiny!

My aunt is on the Totsuki Network’s board of directors, and she swears that girl is betrothed to the chairwoman’s son.

Sumire absorbed the whispers, measured the stories against one another and compared their weight. Nothing she’d heard about this Hayama Akane seemed completely accurate, but she wasn’t willing to rule anything out just yet.

In the classes she had with the mystery girl—and her self-appointed body guard from the Mito family—Sumire learned the most of all.

Fact 1: She was extremely competent.

Even though their Intro to French Classic professor was the toughest grader in the middle school division, Hayama-san had never received a grade lower than an A. And she never seemed to lose sleep over her cooking assignments the way the mortal honor students did.

Fact 2: Contrary to popular belief, she probably came from old money.

Sumire could tell by how she answered the other girls’ intrusive questions with aristocratic patience and indifference. She never bragged or flaunted her background in any obvious way.

“Hayama-san, how much is your papa really worth?” One of the social climbers, Kawashima Utau asked her one day before class. “I heard he’s been on the Forbes list for the past ten years.”

“My parents don’t discuss money with me,” she replied without looking at the girl.

“Well, how do you know the chairwoman?”

“She’s a family friend.” Hayama-san was gazing out the window again. Sumire had noticed that she did that a lot; it almost seemed like she was wishing she was elsewhere. Anywhere else, really.

“Do you know what kinds of girls the chairwoman’s son likes?” Kawashima-san continued. “Can you introduce me someday, since we’ve become such good friends?”

From her limited observations, Sumire knew that Hayama-san wouldn’t answer that question. She was always extremely tight-lipped when it came to the Nakiri heirs, and Sumire had no idea whether it was because of her upbringing or a personal sense of loyalty to them.

“Kawashima-san, I think the professor is going to come in soon. You should probably return to your seat.”

Fact 3: She had mastered the art of the tactful burn.

Sumire wondered where she had learned that trick of inflection that gave her the power to dismiss people out of hand—and before her thirteenth birthday, no less.

In what type of life was that kind of thing necessary?

In the weeks to come, Sumire largely abandoned her quest to find out more about Hayama Akane. The girl was absurdly private, and Sumire swore to herself that she’d never resort to stalking. So she decided to focus her time on more important things—like finding the best cooking spaces on campus.

While in a prime location—only fifteen minutes from campus on foot—Sumire’s little studio apartment was somewhat lacking in the kitchen department. After compiling an elaborate spreadsheet with all the public kitchens on campus—along with their locations, amenities, and regular visitors—she determined that the premier spot would be a cooking practicum classroom on west campus.

Sumire made a habit of making lunch there during her free period before classes came in for afternoon sessions. It was spacious, well-stocked with top shelf ingredients, and always empty—or at least it always had been.

Sumire stood in the doorway and blinked a few times to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. But a few seconds later, Hayama-san was still sitting by one of the workstations, sobbing quietly.

Although this may speak negatively to the kind of person she was, the first thing Sumire thought of was how bad it could be if someone loudmouth saw her like this and told the newspaper.

She shut the door and tried to determine whether anyone would be able to see into the third floor window. Only when she felt completely certain that their location was secure did she approach the other girl.

“Um, Hayama-san...”

The pink haired girl looked up slowly, wiping her eyes. She made an admirable attempt at righting her posture. “You’re the one who usually cooks here. Mimasaka-san, right? Sorry. I’ll get out of your way in a minute.”

Sumire shook her head, slightly taken aback by how quickly she’d drawn upon her irreproachable manners. You’re not in my way,” she assured. “I was just wondering if you needed anything.”

“Thank you, but I’m really fine,” Akane said, tilting her head upward to stop more tears from falling. It only worked halfway, and they were kind of suspended between her eyelashes. Sumire reached into her backpack and handed the girl a small pack of tissues. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Sumire said before glancing furtively at the clock. It would be twenty minutes, a half hour tops before students in the first afternoon block started filtering in. “Listen, is there someone I can call for you? Mito-san, maybe?”

“Bells is in an RS meeting. I don’t want to bother her,” Akane explained. “I’m really fine. It’s just someone tried to call me from overseas and the connection dropped. It sounds silly, now that I think about it, but—”

“Can you use WhatsApp?”

“It’s fine,” she assured, blinking back more tears. “If I started crying like this over the phone, that person would do something unnecessary. And I don’t think I can fake it today.”

Sumire nodded, although she was beginning to suspect that Hayama-san’s interpretation of “unnecessary” was a lot different from most people’s. “Is there anything I can do?”

Akane shook her head. “I’m really okay. Being here is just...a lot sometimes. You know?”

“In my experience, sometimes it helps to take a break when things get too stressful,” Sumire told her. “If you want, we can go back to my apartment. It’s kind of small, but I have ice cream and a bunch of K-Dramas on DVD.”

Akane seemed to consider this for a minute. “But classes start up again in half an hour.”

Sumire shrugged. “People skip all the time at this school,” she said. “But if you’re concerned about attendance, I think I’ve figured out how to get into the school’s databases from the admin side. I can erase all the absences tomorrow morning.”

At this, Akane chuckled a little bit and Sumire’s face flushed. “I-I promise I’m not a delinquent or anything like that. It’s just that I happened to see the login credentials one day and—”

“I figured that,” Akane replied, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “It’s just...you sort of reminded me of someone just now.”

Despite her burning desire to do so, Sumire did not let herself ask who.

The next few weeks were characterized by Hayama-san trying to repay Sumire’s kindness in a variety of ways.

After she had returned 70 inch television, the town car and driver, and the gift certificate to Shino’s Tokyo—because all those things were exponentially more valuable than the 500 yen she’d spent on a pint of strawberry ice cream—Sumire thought the pink haired girl had finally gotten the message.

But all that changed after the incident with the Korean RS.

One day in October, Sumire applied for an executive board position at the Korean RS. Even though she was an underclassman, her prowess in her specialty was undeniable, so the club’s faculty mentor had encouraged her to try for a leadership position.

However, the club’s current president—a high school first year who’d made it to the Autumn Election’s quarterfinals—was so insulted by her ambition that he kicked her out of the club entirely. Sumire was shocked by his pettiness, but felt generally nonchalant about her dismissal; now she had sooooo much more time to catch up on her soap operas.

But then, as it always seemed to at Totsuki Academy, shit hit the fan.

One day, as Sumire was walking home from afternoon classes, a black limo pulled up next to her. Isabella Mito-Aldini thrust the door open. “Get in. Ask questions later.”

Sumire did as she asked, and after a U-turn that shouldn’t have been possible in such a cumbersome vehicle, they were speeding back towards campus.

“Mito-san, what is this?” she asked once the car stopped in front of the Korean RS building.

The blonde gave her a long look. “This is what happens when you don’t just take the TV,” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Nothing is going to be the same after this.”

When they entered the club’s main hall, Hayama Akane was engaged in a confrontation with the RS president.

“Nobu Renji-kun, I hereby challenge you to a shokugeki for control of the Korean Cuisine Research Society.”

What. The. Hell.

Sumire couldn’t believe it. Since the start of the school year, Hayama-san had never been involved with any shokugekis. And now here she was picking a fight with an upperclassman.

“Can I ask what I’ve done to offend you, ojou-san?” the dark haired youth asked with a mocking grin.

Akane narrowed her green eyes, something dangerous flashing in them. “You have two options, Nobu-kun. Accept the challenge or admit to your cowardice.”

“I thought you society girls were supposed to have better manners than that,” he said. “But have it your way. Just know that if I beat you, I’ll have you hand over the keys to the Nakiri Mansion.”

“Done,” she said.

In two days’ time Sumire was pulled from her latest Netflix binge by a knock on her door. As soon as she opened it, Hayama Akane placed the keys to the Korean RS into her hand.

“There’s no return label on this one,” she said. “And my specialty is French food, so I honestly won’t do anything with the club. You have to take it.”

Sumire could only blink a few times. She had watched the shokugeki, witnessed the 5-0 win, but the whole thing was still unreal. “W-where did you even learn to kick ass like that?”

Akane smiled. “Mostly from my godmother.”

Sumire knew better than to ask who. “So are we even now?”

“Not even close,” Akane told her. “I’m still in your debt, Sumire-san.”

“In what way are you—”

“Since that shokugeki, people have stopped asking me all those annoying questions.”

“It’s because they’re all a little afraid of you now,” Sumire said. It was an understandable reaction, really.

“Does it make me an awful person if I kind of like it?”

Sumire shook her head. “I don’t think so. If they’re going to talk about you anyway, you might as well control the conversation.”

Akane stared at her for a moment, and Sumire worried that she had said too much. “Sumire-san, what are you up to right now?”

She pointed back to the television. “Just watching true love unfold. Why?”

“My godmother is in town today. I was about to go to lunch with her. Do you want to come?”

As she locked eyes with Hayama Akane, Sumire knew that this would be her initiation. From this point on she would be inner circle—a trusted partner, a confidant. It would be her responsibility to ensure the well-being of this inexplicably talented person. She hoped she’d be able to manage it.

“Sounds like fun. Let’s go.”

#shokugeki no soma #akisako #sorina #119th generation #portraits of 119 #mimasaka sumire #hayama akane #isabella mito-aldini

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