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wtf zuha at +1k notes, thenk yew <3

eunha not even 600 fck my stupid baka life

jk love u guys

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Length: 2.9k words

Genre: Smut

Le Sserafim Kazuha x Male Reader

(Author's Note: This was supposed to be for a prompt thing hosted by @mintwithchoco two months ago, but, uh.... yeah. Thanks to @gangplanksorenji for reading it over <3 Enjoy :>)

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“GOD! FUCKING! DAMMIT!” Kazuha punctuates each word with a slam of her fist against the claw machine. If the fire in her eyes was real, it would no doubt reduce the entire arcade to smithereens.

“Kazuha, please… We were supposed to close up an hour ago…” you yawn, eyes barely cracked open. All you get in response is a furious glare from your coworker before she shoves another quarter into the machine. If it weren’t for the fact that her anger, for all its fire, only makes her as scary as a grumpy little puppy, you’d be a little more inclined to push her along.

“Shut up! We’re not leaving until I win that teddy bear!”

“But we have the keys, we can just open the—”

“NO!” she screams. “I have to win it! It’s about the principle!”

As if she has any principles.

You let out a long, tired groan as your body sinks to the black light carpet that lines the floors. Had you been paired with any of your other coworkers, you would’ve been more than comfortable leaving already—in fact, you would’ve already been closed up an hour ago, when you’re supposed to. But, since there is clearly no God up there, you’re stuck with Kazuha, the absolute worst closer in existence. Leaving now would all but guarantee your unemployment.

“Fuck, I was sooooo close that time!” Kazuha drives her fist into the glass panel of the machine, the resulting thud echoing throughout the empty arcade. She stares daggers at the teddy bear she’s dropped a million times at this point, the heat from her breath fogging up the glass. For reasons unbeknownst to you, Kazuha has been obsessed with that specific bear for the past week, with its stupid little overalls and its stupid little farmer’s hat. No matter what line of reasoning you give her—”You are losing money at this point,” “We have an entire box of those bears in the back.”—she’ll just snap at you and go on and on about getting it “the old fashioned way.”

Before you can even react, she drops to her knees and wiggles her lithe body into the prize chute. Normally, you’d be worried about her potentially damaging store property, but your brain short circuits at the sight of her ass in those tight jeans.

“K-Kazuha!?” you exclaim. “What the hell!?”

“I’m getting that damn bear one way or another!”

A series of metallic thuds can be heard from inside the machine, her unusual obsession with that damn bear nearly causing the machine to topple over. You can only watch in utter disbelief as her arm peeks through the top of the prize chute, nowhere near the toy she’s been hunting for. If only there was a simpler, less exhausting way for her to get that damn toy…

“I think I can almost— ah… shit…” Despite her voice being muffled by the machine, you can very clearly hear the distinct tone of regret that often follows her random bouts of rage. “Hey bud, uh… can you help me out here?”

You groan, rubbing your eyes. “I already told you, just use the key—”

“N-no, it’s not that, um… I’m, uh… stuck…”

“...what?”

Kazuha squirms like a fish out of water as she tries to free herself from the prize chute, but with her shoulders stuck squarely against the sides, all of her efforts are for naught. An incredulous chuckle escapes your lips as you watch the ridiculous scene in front of you, a pair of slim legs poking out of the machine illuminated by trashy dim lighting—had you happened upon her like this with no prior knowledge, you’d think it was a set up to a bad porn video.

“So, um, can you help me out here?” she pleads, all the anger drained from her voice. With a sigh, you reluctantly kneel behind her, frustrated but not entirely unhappy about the direction tonight is going—it’s not everyday that you get to freely ogle at her assets like this.

If Kazuha is good for anything, it’s being eye candy. Aside from the middle schoolers keeping this dingy arcade in business, a good handful of your patrons are college boys trying to chat her up and the occasional newly-divorced single father spending “quality time” with his kid. Her temper doesn’t allow any of them to get close without a few scratches, but it seems some of these weirdos like a challenge, always coming back week after week under the guise of breaking their DDR high score or some other lame excuse.

You firmly grip Kazuha’s waist, silently thanking the inventor of skinny jeans, and pull on her with all the strength you can muster. Despite all her squirming and the honest effort you put in, her body shows no signs of budging. You could laugh if this wasn’t cutting into your valuable sleep time.

“Dammit. Hold on, Kazuha, maybe if I try—” As Kazuha continues to try and shimmy her way out, you notice a small pink remote slip from her pocket. It’s a simple remote, only having a couple buttons on it, but all of the text is in Japanese, making it impossible for you to know what its use is. “Uh, what is this remote for?”

“What remote?”

“This pink one that fell out of your pocket.”

“WHAT!?” Panic seeps through her voice as she desperately thrashes her legs around, kicking your hand and sending the remote careening into the air. “W-whatever you do, don’t push the—MMPH!”

It’s almost comical just how quickly Hell breaks loose in the blink of an eye—as soon as the remote hits the wall, Kazuha’s slender legs start to writhe erratically, her movements less like she’s trying to get out and more like she’s being electrocuted by Zeus himself. A flurry of slurred expletives and harsh grunts can be heard, barely contained within the metal walls of the machine. At first glance, you’d think she’d be in pain or experiencing some kind of claustrophobia-induced panic attack, but as you pick on the unmistakable sound of buzzing coming from in between her legs, it all starts to paint a rather filthy picture.

“Turn it—fuck!—Turn it off already!” she commands, barely keeping it together. You shake your head out of your daze and reach for the pink remote, pressing another button at random—although, with how great that went last time, perhaps you should’ve taken a second to think this through.

“W-wrong button, y-you—augh!—dickhead!” The buzzing in between her legs grows louder and her movements more frantic, more erotic even. She squeezes her legs together in some last ditch effort to mitigate the damage, but the growing wet spot on the front of her jeans tells you all you need to know about how she’s truly feeling.

“Oops. Did I mention that I can’t read Japanese?” you chuckle in amusement as you watch the pure insanity unfold in front of you.

“Top right! B-button on the fucking top right!”

As much as you would love to keep her like this all night as payback for making you stare at work for this late, you decide to show some mercy, her body going limp as soon as you hit the off button. You lean back against the wall and let out a long sigh, the absurdity of the night not lost on you. Time seems to slow down for a while, the distant beeping of the arcade machines and Kazuha’s occasional shaky breath keeping you company as you try to gather your thoughts. After all that, there’s no way in hell the two of you can just go back to being regular ol’ coworkers.

“...What the hell, man?” you mutter after a long silence.

“I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!” she barks, somehow still having energy left in the tank to berate you. “I work five days a week dealing with sticky-fingered little shits and perverted old men for minimum fucking wage! God forbid I try to make it a little more fucking bearable!”

You let out a soft chuckle at her expense. “Y’know, most people just go to work high instead of doing all… that.”

“Eat a dick,” she fires back, rising back up on her shaky knees. Her tone is sharp, but there’s less bite to it now; you swear you can even hear a hint of playfulness in it. Enjoyment. There’s a brief silence. Not wholly uncomfortable, but just enough to make your skin crawl. Like the calm before the storm.

Then, muffled yet crystal clear:

“So, are you gonna do me or what?”

You didn’t think tonight could get any weirder, but boy, you were wrong by a long shot. “...what?”

“Hey, don’t pretend you don’t stare at my ass every time we work together. You probably jerked off to this exact scenario last night, you perv.”

You scoff at her. “I-I’m not a perv—Whatever, fuck this, I’m going home.”

“Hold on, you’re seriously gonna pass on an opportunity to fuck me?!” she asks, seemingly offended that someone would decline her so easily.

You barely take two steps towards the door before stopping and seriously thinking about her proposition—you could either go home and salvage as much sleep as you can, or you can bang your hot, albeit ill-tempered, coworker in this position you’ve only seen in dirty videos… seemingly for free? No repercussions whatsoever?

“Why me anyways?” you ask, your gaze shooting back and forth between the door and Kazuha’s tight ass.

“The only other people we work with are two girls and the walking bag of loose skin that owns the place,” she explains. “Unless those girls have a strap, you're the only one with decent dick around here.”

You sigh, shamefully sinking to your knees behind her. “I don’t even have a condom,” you say as if you’re not one zipper pull away from satiating your filthiest desires.

“I’m on the pill, you pussy.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“You really think I would risk birthing one of those little demons?” she argues.

By all means, this is a terrible idea. Kazuha is simply bad decisions personified, fucking her would certainly lead to more shit you’ll have to deal with down the line. But then again… the damage is already done, isn’t it?

With all caution thrown out the window, you undo her jeans and peel them off of her, revealing the toned, creamy flesh of her ass hiding underneath and a pair of pink panties drenched in her arousal. “Jesus Christ…” you mutter in awe (Although, if He were real, he’d probably be very disappointed in the decisions you’re about to make).

Kazuha wiggles her hips at you, almost like she knows how much you’re gawking at her. “How’s the real thing compare to your fantasies?” she teases you.

You caress your hands up her supple thighs, the gentle pressure of your fingers creating perfectly round dimples in her skin. Her ass, free from the confines of her jeans, sinks into your touch, soft yet firm at the same time. “Much better. Sooooooo much better,” you say as you massage Kazuha in your hands.

“Quit messing around and fuck me already, we don’t have all night,” she complains.

“Didn’t take you for the needy type,” you chuckle, pulling at the waistband of her panties.

She scoffs. “As if. You should be the one thanking me for giving you this opportunity.”

A pink vibrator is tucked snugly in her pussy, sticky with her juices. You tug on it slightly, causing Kazuha’s body to shiver with pleasure. “Yeah, sure, thanks, whatever.” Without warning, you yank the vibrator out of her, causing a yelp to echo around the claw machine.

“Y-you fucker,” she breathes shakily. With a quick unzip, you’re already poking your length against her entrance, teasing her quivering cunt with your tip.

There’s a moment where you pause to survey the scene in front of you, dick in hand, Kazuha’s naked lower half just waiting for you to enter her. Like gazing over the edge of a cliff, you wonder if this is the right decision or just plain reckless, your mind teetering over the edge of right and wro—Ah, who cares, pussy is pussy.

You plunge into her honey pot, the sensation of her tightness unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Kazuha pushes her hips into you as much as she can, begging you to go deeper, harder, rougher. Muffled grunts of pleasure rattle the claw machine around, if you weren’t so drunk on lust, you’d worry that the machine might topple onto you with how wild you’re going.

“Oh god, you’re so big!” she huffs, words you’ve only ever heard in your dreams.

“Yeah?” You grow bolder, giving her ass a firm slap that makes her squeal. “You like my big cock?”

“Don’t push it.”

You scoff. Even as she’s getting railed from behind, Kazuha is still Kazuha.

Your fingers sink into that dainty, slutty waist, pulling her into you with each lust-fueled thrust, her ass jiggling beautifully as it meets your waist. With half her body inside the machine, you can only imagine what she looks like as she takes you from behind, eyes rolled back into her head, sweat dripping down her chin, those plump fuckable lips fixated into a permanent “O”. However, even through the mess of moans and cursing, Kazuha still manages to have something to say.”

“Is this seriously the best you can do?” she hisses at you between breaths. “All that size, and for what?”

“Ugh, do you ever shut up?” you groan, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Maybe if you give something worth shutting up for,” she snaps, purposefully tightening around your length. You slow down your thrusts, not wanting to finish too quickly—as annoying as she is, she’s also the only good fuck you’ve had in a while. You wanna savor it.

Noticing this, she pounces at the opportunity to mock you. “Aww, you ran out of steam already? You need a water break, bitch boy?”

That fucking does it. Your gaze shoots to the side, spotting the discarded pink vibrator, still glistening with Kazuha’s juices. You fiddle with the remote, putting it at its highest setting, and pressing the vibrator against her clit without warning.

Kazuha jerks around like she’s been electrocuted. “Fuuuuuuck!” she screams, her voice reaching octaves only dogs can hear.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say with a smirk, picking up the pace and ramming your cock into harder, deeper. “Is this too much for you? Do you need a water break?”

The vibrator buzzes mercilessly against her clit, your thrusts growing rougher, almost angrier as you let out all your frustrations on her dripping cunt. The mechanical groan of the claw machine as it shakes from Kazuha’s movements combines with the lewd slapping of skin-on-skin to paint a rather obscene picture of questionable decisions.

“Where’d all that fire go, huh?” you huff, pushing the vibrator even deeper against her clit. All she can respond with is an aggressive punch to the wall of the machine and a gasp that sounds vaguely like a fuck you, but it’s hard to tell with all the incoherent babbling coming from her lips.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you taunt her, hips on fire from ramming into her.

“F-f-fuck… y-you—AGH!” Her body tenses, her back arches, and she lets out a strangled cry that the claw machine fails to muffle—Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighborhood down the block heard her orgasm. Even as her legs give out, you continue to hold her up, still thrusting, still pushing the vibrator against her overstimulated clit, and still enjoying this walking volcano being reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers.

“P-please… stop…” she manages to croak out.

Finally, you show her some mercy, tossing the vibrator aside and adjusting your pace to slow yet deep thrusts. She trembles underneath you, too wrecked, too overwhelmed to produce much more than a faint coo. “Aw, look at you. It’s kinda cute seeing you like this,” you tease.

Even as you slow down, she still pulses around your length, and fuck, even with most of her fire quelled, it’s like her body is built to constantly crave pleasure. You grip her hips, knuckles glowing white, and bury yourself deep into her dripping, fucked-out core, shooting everything you have as your own high reaches you. As the last drop of your seed leaks from your tip, you collapse backwards, the weight of an entire shift and an intense impromptu fuck session pushing you deep into the black light carpet. The only sound left is the hum of the arcade machines and tangled puffs of heavy breathing.

While you’re left on the ground, exhausted yet satisfied, Kazuha manages to easily slip out of the prize chute and stumble to her feet, much to your surprise. “W-what the fuck… How… When—”

“After you shut off the vibrator, I figured I could angle my shoulders to the side and get out pretty easily,” she utters like it's no big deal.

You stare at her in a daze. “Then why the hell didn’t you—”

“This was fun. Let’s do this again,” she interrupts without so much as a glance in your direction. And then, as if nothing happened, she readjusts her jeans, grabs the maintenance keys from the prize counter, and unlocks the claw machine, nabbing the teddy bear that she’s been obsessed with for the past week. All that time, money, and effort, completely thrown out the window in the blink of an eye.

A bubbling feeling of rage builds in your chest, but even if you had the energy to let it out, Kazuha is already walking towards the exit, tossing the keys squarely onto your chest.

“Close up for me, will ya?” she asks, giving you a wink before skipping out of the double doors, leaving you in a sweaty, sore, confused mess on the floor.

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0cta9on · 1 month ago

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Do you happen to be familiar or know of Badvillain?

Hello anon!

Yes, I’m a fan of BV! I really liked their debut album and I thought Zoom was a solid first comeback for them :]

Ina and her heavy ass aussie accent is so charming :3

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0cta9on · 2 months ago

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0cta9on on Wattpad!

So, I caved and made a wattpad :>

I'll still be posting my fluff on tumblr, but I figured I would make a fluff-only wattpad since I recently became aware of some readers that like Unlikely Duet but probably shouldn't be around my NSFW stuff :>

In honor of Minjer day, I posted the first three chapters of Unlikely Duet on wattpad! All of them are edited, so while the general plot is the same, the overall reading experience should be a little better compared to the current version on tumblr :]

Also, look at this cute cover a friend made for me :3 (CVinGy on wattpad!):

Hope you're all doing well, happy birthday to best girl, I love you all, MWAH!!!

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0cta9on · 2 months ago

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Hola dude👋

Just dropping by, it's been a hot minute not giving you ask😅.

Just a quick Q&A about certain idols, or fanfic troupes.

But before that, I have roughly caught up to all of your posts (Haven't read all of your latest work yet🤧), like your one year anniversary post. Not much to say, I suppose it's a great journey for you and some of us who were tuning in and enjoy your work as our life unfolds its mysterious😖, It surely made our days (My day that's for sure😅) with your wholesome and entertaining work.

Anyway........Apology for ranting advertisements 😌. The questions that I want to ask are:

1. What do you think of Kyujin? In writing fanfic wise. I really enjoy the Kyujin work you do with Soyeon too, really portrays her IRL persona of being cute and bubbly, she's genuinely adorable, just words couldn't express how cute she's after stanning NMIXX for quite some time now. Just from their variety show, you know she's such a fun person to hang out with, with expressive reactions and affectionate smile🤭. Maybe we would also want to know if you got any rough ideas to write more about her? Maybe a sequel?🤭😂.

2. What do you think about SullBae? (Sullyoon and Bae ship). With how much they had worked on variety shows together alone, they had shown such adorable chemistry to the point people assuming they are couple😳😂 Honestly I find those two extremely cute together, just Bae doing all the goofy stuff and Yoona getting all flustered like an embarrassed girlfriend towards her partner🤭 The energy dynamic between them is palpable, they really exude couple energy😚😌.

Arghhhhhh look at these two, isn't this just a foreshadow of how they would look like a married couple with a daughter 🤧😖😭 I'd be like, who's the wife or husband?, both of them looks good together 😭🥹 Goshhhh, girls with small hair deco like small braid and hairpins are the most adorable🤧 Yoona's innocent style with brown and hairpins is..........I can't 🫣, same goes for Bae's short blondy with a touch of braid on the side, and the matching soft pinkish shoulder less top🥹🤧😭. Even though it's just an LG branding deal video, it really suits their personality and overall results are absolutely perfect 😮‍💨 (Gosh, I rant too much from a single gif aren't I🤣)

Hello mikeylo! Long time no see :]

I would love to write more Kyujin, she's very cute :3 Someone did express interest in me turning Golden Hour Cafe into a series, and while I haven't settled into a decision yet, I think it does have potential to be a cute little mini series. I also have another idea in the vault that won't be out for probably a long time, it's not exactly Kyujin centered, but she is part of it :]

Love SullBae :3 I saw someone call them the visual line of Nmixx, and while all of them are gorgeous, I do agree that those two are the visual line :] I originally had an idea for a fic based on this photo:

But I could never really get it past the idea phase unfortunately </3 Maybe one day I'll get around to writing them :>

Thanks for the ask! Hope you're doing well <3

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0cta9on · 2 months ago

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imagine if you make a fic featuring Yeonjung (YP) and Gaeul, since they both kinda look alike

Hello anon!

Hm. Much to think about...

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0cta9on · 2 months ago

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Golden Hour Café

Length: 1.8k words

Genre: Fluff

Nmixx Kyujin x (G)-idle Soyeon x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Wrote this for a prompt thingy hosted by @woollypoison! Thenk yew ooly, it was very fun :] Also, using a different divider cuz I had formatting issues with the other one :> Enjoy!)

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The faint scent of roasted coffee beans wafts past your nostrils as you sweep the empty cafe. There’s no reason to—there hasn’t been any customers for the past couple hours—but it’s better than sitting around doing nothing, and your uncle will give you an earful if he catches you slacking off again. The summer sun casts long rays of golden light through the windows. It’s already hot enough even with the AC on blast, so you try to sweep around those areas.

Some song by The Beatles blasts through the speakers, echoing throughout the empty cafe. A favorite of your uncle’s, but not something you would ever listen to willingly. With the way Kyujin is bobbing her head as she wipes down the tables, it might become one of her favorites too.

“Don’t tell me you actually like this song,” you mutter.

Your friend shrugs. “It’s kinda catchy.”

“It’s so… old, though.”

“Maybe I’m just an old soul.”

“Old soul?” you chuckle. “But you look like a—Ow.” She slaps your arm with a wet rag.

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” Kyujin tries to glare, but it comes off more like an angry kitten rather than anything remotely threatening.

“Whatever.” You plop into one of the booths with a long sigh, dropping the broom at your feet. “So much for an opening day.”

Kyujin sits across from you, leaning her head on the table. “It wasn’t so bad. Five customers is pretty good for the first day.”

“Four,” you point out. “One of them was only here to use the bathroom.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but sinks into the table with a dejected sigh instead. “Just trying to be optimistic,” she mutters, voice muffled.

Your uncle waltzes in from the back, whistling along to the song. “Hey kiddos, how are we…” His voice falters as he sees the two of you sitting down, disheartened and exhausted. “C’mon, it’s just opening day. We’ll get more customers eventually,” he tries to cheer you up, but the uncertainty in his voice speaks louder than his words.

“I guess…” you utter.

“Yeah…” Kyujin adds.

You feel bad, but not for lack of trying. Your uncle spent months getting this cafe up and running, even quitting his old desk job so he could focus all his efforts on his real dream. It’s commendable, to say the least. You watched him put all his blood, sweat, and tears into this place—you just wish other people saw that too.

“Um, sir?” Kyujin asks, tentatively raising her hand.

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’, Kyujin,” your uncle grins. “What’s up?”

“Do we… still get paid?” Your head shoots up at the thought of your first paycheck.

He sighs. “Yes, of course. Just not until the end of the week.”

You and Kyujin sink back into the leather cushions with a groan. You spent the entire day here, barely making a handful of drinks, and you have to do that four more times until you get paid? Working is a scam.

“Why don’t I go buy us some dinner while you two close up shop for today, huh?” your uncle offers. “What are we feeling? Pizza? Burgers? Chinese?”

Kyujin looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to choose. You stifle a smile as her wide eyes peer into yours. You almost forget to answer, too distracted by the way her eyes sparkle like the sun. “Uh, I’m fine with anything. You?” you ask her. Her lips curl into that giddy smile that never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Pizza, please!” she exclaims.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few with some pizzas.” The door chime rings as your uncle makes his exit, leaving you two to close up shop. You run through the mental checklist in your mind, but considering you’ve done nothing but clean all day, most of the work is already done.

“Y’know, when the cafe gets busier, we’ll probably miss quiet days like these,” Kyujin comments as she stacks up the chairs.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I’d much rather make drinks than pointlessly push the broom around for hours.”

She chuckles, her cheeks puffing up like marshmallows. For a moment, you imagine what it must feel like, pinching them in between your fingers. “Hey, at least your hands aren’t all clammy from that wash rag. If anything you got the easy job,” she says.

“Aww, you worried a little rag is gonna ruin your soft baby hands?” Kyujin suddenly attacks you with a flurry of slaps against your arm, but in all her fury, it just ends up tickling. “What are you doing? Stop!”

“Stop being mean!”

“I’m not being mean—”

The door chime jingles, and the two of you freeze. A woman with long black hair and dressed in a cool denim jacket stands in the doorway, eyeing the two of you oddly.

“Uh, are you still open?” she asks, gaze bouncing back and forth between you two.

“U-um, yes we are!” You quickly take down one of the chairs just for her while Kyujin scurries behind the counter.

“What would you like to drink, ma’am?” Kyujin asks in that customer service tone the two of you practiced last night.

“Just an iced americano,” the woman answers coolly.

“Coming right up!”

You join Kyujin behind the counter, both to help and so you don’t just stand around awkwardly. She grabs a plastic cup and shovels ice into it, the cubes clattering loudly. “Americanos are just espresso and water, right?” she whispers, glancing up at you.

“Yeah,” you answer. “You remember how to pull a shot?”

“Duh, I’m not you,” she smirks, twisting the portafilter into the espresso machine. You almost slap her arm, but stop yourself, not wanting to mess her up. Kyujin presses a button on the machine, causing it to hum to life before dripping liquid gold into the tiny glass underneath.

She leans in, inspecting it closely. “Crema looks decent,” she mutters.

“Okay Gordon Ramsay, it’s not rocket science,” you tease.

“That doesn’t even make sense, he’s a chef, not a barista, stupid. Now move!” she hisses, waving you away as if she needs ample space just to pour espresso over ice cubes. She finishes it off with a splash of cold water, stirs the dark brown concoction with a spoon, and caps it off.

“One iced americano, for Miss, uh…” Kyujin blanks out.

“Soyeon. Thanks, kid,” she grins, taking the drink and bringing the straw to her lips. The two of you can’t help but watch in anticipation as she tastes the drink that the two of y— er, Kyujin made. “Not bad.”

You and Kyujin jump into each other’s arms, squealing and bouncing around in joy. Perhaps you hold onto her for a little too long or a little tightly, but if her laughter is any indication of things, she doesn’t seem to mind. After a long, boring day, it feels good to end on a win.

“Are you two dating or something?” Soyeon. chuckles, taking a seat near the counter. Kyujin suddenly scrambles off of you, her face turning pink like a sunburn.

“N-no! We’re not! Just friends!” she exclaims, waving her hands wildly in embarrassment.

“Y-yeah, just friends…” you echo, trying to mask the pain in your voice.

“Right…” Soyeon looks around the cafe, admiring the old time-y decorations that your uncle set up. “Is this place new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

“Yeah, we just opened today. My uncle owns the cafe,” you answer.

“Ooh, cool. Must be fun working with your girlfriend.”

“S-she’s not my—!”

“I know, I know, ‘just friends’,” she chuckles. “Pardon my teasing, I had a bunch of meetings and I’ve had to act serious all day.”

“I-its okay,” Kyujin assures her, still red in the face. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for work?”

“I’m an… artist,” Soyeon hesitates.

“Ooh, so you make music and stuff? That’s so cool!”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing anyways.” The older woman lets out a long sigh, letting her jet black hair fall to the side. “These days, it feels like my job is to argue with old guys in suits just so I can make the music that I want to make.”

“Ah, I see…” Kyujin nods, feeling bad for accidentally dampening the mood.

“Are there any songs we might know from you?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“Sorry kid, I really don’t wanna be rude, but I’d rather not talk about work right now,” Soyeon mutters.

“Ah, that rough, huh?”

“Yup.” She takes a long sip of her drink. “C’est la vie, I suppose.”

“Was that Spanish?” Kyujin whispers to you. “I barely passed Spanish.” You gently nudge her side, giving her an “I’ll tell you later” look.

“So, what about you two?” Soyeon asks. “Still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I see. There’s still hope in your eyes.”

“We’re just working here for the summer until next semester starts,” you explain.

“Ah, the sweet simplicity of youth.” Soyeon shuts her eyes, rocking back and forth to the song playing through the speakers. “No rules, no expectations, just pure freedom. How wonderful.”

Kyujin shoots you a confused look, but all you can do is shrug in response, not quite understanding what’s going on. “U-uh, yeah, it’s pretty nice, I guess,” you utter nervously.

Soyeon opens her eyes and sighs before walking up to the counter and taking out her wallet. “Let me give you a tip.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very ki—”

“Run wild, run free, break the law, but most importantly, have fun.” Soyeon drops a fat wad of cash into the tip jar before walking off, nearly bumping into your uncle as he returns with the pizzas. “I’ll see you around, kiddos.” Without turning around, she flashes a peace sign before disappearing around the corner.

“Who was that?” your uncle asks, confusion written all over his face.

“I have no idea, but I think I wanna be her when I grow up,” Kyujin says, eyes wide as she fans through our newly acquired stack of cash. Soyeon could’ve been a witch or an escaped convict or whatever, as long as she keeps giving you tips like these, you don’t mind having her as your first ever regular.

“Do you think she’ll come back?” Kyujin asks as she finishes washing the dishes.

“Maybe,” you reply, wiping off the counters. “Seems like she liked the place. Almost like she… needed it, or something.” “Wow, how thoughtful of you,” she giggles, gently elbowing your side. You chuckle softly, charmed by the way her nose scrunches up whenever she laughs. If every day is just like this, cracking jokes in the pleasant atmosphere with Kyujin, then maybe the quiet days aren’t so bad after all.

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Hello octagon : |

You know what shape doesn’t get enough credit? The hexagon. I mean it—hexagon is the bestagon. It’s nature’s favorite shape, geometry’s golden child. Best way to pile/stack canon balls? Hexagon. You ever look at a beehive? Those little engineers don’t waste time with squares or triangles or whatever. They go straight for the hexagon. Efficient. Elegant. Perfectly packed. Bees know what’s up.

Why? Because hexagons tile. They tile perfectly. No gaps, no wasted space, just interlocking glory. Triangles and squares can do that too, sure, but hexagons? They strike the balance between compact and smooth. Six sides, baby—just enough to be interesting, not so many you start looking like you’re trying too hard. Speaking of trying too hard—ahem, octagons?

Yeah, I said it. Octagons are fine, I guess. If you like shapes that almost tile but don’t. You try to tile a floor with octagons? You’re gonna need filler. Triangles or squares shoved in the corners like an apology. Hexagons? No filler. No apologies. Just pure, tessellated confidence.

Oh! Right... stop signs. Oh look, an octagon telling me to stop. Wow. So original. Meanwhile, hexagons? They're in snowflakes, turtle shells, carbon structures, Saturn’s literal north pole vortex. That’s right—Saturn has a giant hexagon on it. In space. What does the octagon have? Traffic laws?

Hexagon is the shape you marry. Octagon is the one you date once and realize it talks about itself too much.

So yeah. Hexagon is the bestagon. Sorry, not sorry.

Hello anon!

Am I not marriage material? :,[

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Breather

Length: 1.4k words

Genre: Smut

Young Posse Yeonjung x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Thank you to @mintwithchoco for beta <3 Enjoy!)

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There’s a subtle beauty in the way her chest rises and falls with heavy breath as the rest of her body poses perfectly still like a statue. Clothes damp with sweat, hair disheveled, and yet, she still somehow manages to be the sexiest person you’ve ever seen as she glares at you with those steely, determined eyes from the front of the camera.

“That’s a wrap!” As soon as those words leave your mouth, Yeonjung’s idol facade collapses to the ground, along with the rest of her body.

“Let me do it again,” she huffs, each word struggling against her breath. “I messed up that one part again. I can do it better this time, I—“

“Yeah, no.”

“What?” Her dedication to her craft is commendable, to say the least.

“You’re exhausted, I’m exhausted, it’s 2AM, let me go home please.”

“But—”

“Nope.” You’re already halfway done packing up your camera before she can utter another word. “Amongst the billions of takes you made me record, I’m sure there’s a good one in there.”

Yeonjung crawls to you, barely enough energy to cling onto your pant leg. “Please, just one more!”

“Just look at you!” you point out as you help her to her feet. The clack of her heels echoes throughout the dance studio, a sound that will likely haunt you for the next couple of nights. “You need to go home and shower. You stink.”

She pouts at you, gripping onto your shoulder for balance. “Yah!”

As exhausting as the last five hours have been, you feel lucky every time you get to spend alone time with her. Amongst the hundreds of trainees you’ve seen come and go through the company, you’re certain that her debut is all but guaranteed. Even if she only put in half as much effort as she is now, she would still be the best trainee the company has by far. Yeonjung is perfect—you just wish she would see that too.

“The CEO said he wants to speak with me tomorrow,” she says as she plops onto a bench by one of the walls. The sound of clattering heels is followed by a sigh of relief as she tosses them aside.

“Really? That’s great!” you exclaim.

She shakes her head, a look of worry donning on her. “I don’t know. I have a feeling he might be kicking me out.

“Hey, come on,” you soothe, scooting closer until you can feel the heat emanating from her body. “Look how much effort you put into tonight for a minute long choreo. You really think he’s gonna kick you out after this?”

“I’ve been stressed lately, maybe that’s showing in my performance. My last monthly evaluation was the worst I’ve ever done.”

“You ranked third out of everyone!”

“Yeah, but I—”

“I know, I know.” You pat her back reassuringly. “You usually get first, so you’re upset that your rank dropped and now you’re all worried.”

All Yeonjung can do is pout as you take the words right out of her mouth.

“I’m sure it’s nothing bad, don’t worry about it.” Your hand graces her thigh, tracing patterns on the denim of her tight jeans. She shivers underneath your touch, a knowing grin growing on her lips.

“But I can’t help but worry about it,” she says, her eyes glued to your hand.

“Then let me help you forget about it, hm?” You whisper into her ear before peppering her sensitive neck with kisses. The musk of all her effort wafts into your nostrils, getting you high on her pheromones.

“S-stop…” Her mouth says one thing, but the way her fingers cling desperately to your shoulder and the way her eyes flutter shut in ecstasy convey a completely different message. “You said t-that… I stink…”

“I didn’t say I hated it.”

That’s enough permission for her to straddle your lap, encapsulating you in her scent. “You have some strange fetishes, camera boy,” she chuckles, that silly little nickname rolling off her tongue like it’s something clever.

“It’s not a fetish,” you correct her, brushing a clinging hair off her forehead, nails gently dragging against the perfect skin of her cheek.

“It’s just you.”

It barely registers in your mind, the speed of how quickly her tongue invades your mouth. Yeonjung has always been a sucker for sappy sentimental one-liners and it’s hard not to feel happy when a pretty girl is clawing the jacket off your shoulders like you’re her doll that she can just strip at will. With how much stress she’s under daily, you’re more than content with sitting back and letting her take control.

A pair of T-shirts and a black bra hit the wall behind you, becoming a mere afterthought as Yeonjung pulls your face into her sweaty breasts. You inhale deeply, letting her essence fill your lungs, before dragging your tongue all over her beautiful mounds, recompense for the last couple hours of filming she made you endure.

“Are you sure… you don’t have some kind of sweat fetish?” she asks in between moans. All you can do is chuckle against her skin, too focused on savoring her taste to make a quip. Her fingers comb through your hair, pulling every time you flick at her nipple or squeeze her perfect ass through those tight jeans. You don’t consider yourself to be a masochist, but that split second of fire in your scalp has become a sign that you’re doing something right.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she breathes. Hours could be spent mapping out her entire body with just your tongue alone, tasting every nook and cranny, noting which spots make her purr, but with the tacit hunger in which she grinds her heat against you, it’s only a matter of time before lust takes over any ounce of self-control.

“I’m good at other things too.” The first thing you utter after a while of concentrated licking has her climbing off of your lap and planting her hands against the wall, begging you to take her pants off and fuck her silly with that look in her eyes alone. You run your hand up the back of her thigh while kissing the soft skin of her back, making sure to worship every inch of her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Yeonjung,” you grunt as you fiddle with the button of her jeans.

She chuckles lightly, pushing her hips into your crotch. “I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck.”

“I do.” You peel her jeans off, the aromatic musk of her sex hitting you like a bullet train. “Because you’re the only girl for me.”

“How sappy, camera boy—MMPH!”

The sweet melody of her moans mixes with the unmistakable slapping of skin against skin. If you weren’t so sure that the entire building is empty at this hour, you would make an effort to be a little quieter, maybe even a little gentler to her, but with the way she’s been teasing you all night by flaunting her perfect ass in those jeans and making you record all those takes, knowing it would rile you up, it’s only fair that you get to have your fun.

Dig your fingers into the curve of her hips, whisper into her ear about how good she feels, fuck her in the way that she deserves. Someone like her only comes around once every billion years, and you’re prepared to show her how special she is night after night after night.

“H-harder, baby,” she coos, scratching her nails against the walls. “I’m so close.”

You feel her tighten around your length, and you do everything you can to send her into sweet bliss—tease her clit, massage her perky breasts, pound into her until your legs start to burn. Nothing else matters at this moment except Yeonjung. Not you, not the CEO, not the other trainees, just her and that incredible body she has. All your hard work pays off as she begins to tremble in delight and her moans are reduced to a mere choke. You capture her in your arms before she falls, letting her rest within the safety of your embrace.

“You…” she begins, panting heavily, “...are way too good to me.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Why wouldn’t I be good to you?”

“I… don’t know.” She reaches up and traces circles on your cheek, leaving a tinge of electricity in its wake. “Maybe because I made you stay here to record a dance video for me.”

“That’s my job.”

“Is this your job too?” She bites her lip knowingly.

You shrug, grinning at her. “It has its perks.”

Even with her hair disheveled and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, she still somehow looks like the sexiest person you’ve ever seen.

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Unlikely Duet - 9

Length: 8k+ words

Genre: Fluff (does this count as fluff anymore? lol :>)

NJZ Minji x Male Reader (OC)

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Yuno’s POV

“W-what… What the hell are you two doing?!”

Sunghoon stands there, a fire in his eyes, searing right through me and Minji. My skin grows cold. I don’t move. Don’t breathe. Hell, I can barely think—just moments ago, I was basking in the warmth of Minji’s lips, and now I feel like I’m drowning in an ocean of dread.

Minji breaks the silence first.

“Sunghoon, I—”

“Don’t,” he interrupts her. “Don’t even think about trying to talk your way out of this one, I saw what you two were doing. Minji, what the hell are you thinking?!” He glares at me with the same look of disdain I’ve been receiving all night. I’m sick of it. But I can’t do anything about it. Not with Minji here. Not after what I promised her.

“I-I was… I just…” Minji squeezes her eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Look, it doesn’t matter what we were doing, it’s none of your business.”

“Actually, it is my business. Your parents told me to look out for you tonight and make sure that he doesn’t cause any trouble,” he retorts, pacing back and forth. Even after he calls me out, he doesn’t dare spare me a single glance—like I’m something filthy, not worth being in his vision.

“He didn’t!” Minji argues, her breath growing heavier. “I’m the one that kissed him, alright?! It was me! It’s all my fault! So don’t point your dirty fingers at him!”

Sunghoon scoffs, like we’re some unfathomable impossibility. “How naive can you be?! Do you really think someone like him is right for you?! You’re making a mistake, Minji.”

“The only mistake I made was thinking you could grow into a decent person!”

The last of her words echoes into the night air. Sunghoon’s expression drops, just a smidge, but I can see it. She cut deep. Deeper than I thought she was capable of. Impressive. And a little terrifying.

Shards of Sunghoon’s broken glass crunch under his feet as he takes a tentative step back. The fire in his eyes is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite understand. They’re emptier, maybe even sorrowful.

“I’m sure your parents will love to hear about this,” he mutters before walking back inside.

Minji and I freeze like statues, lost in thought. My gaze stays fixed to the ground, unable to meet her eye. What the hell can I say anyways? I can barely process my own feelings as it is, and now, I’m left dealing with a whirlwind in my head. How am I supposed to face her? I don’t know what will happen now. Everything happened so quickly. What the fuck do I do?

“U-um…” Minji breathes, all the heat gone from her voice. “You should probably go.”

My eyes shoot up towards her. “What about you?”

“I-I’ll be fine. I think.” She takes off my sweater from around her shoulders and hands it back to me. “H-here. You’re probably cold.”

I am cold. Freezing. But she’s the only one that can warm me up. Not some sweater. Her. “Minji…”

She pushes the sweater into my hands, her touch lingering against my skin for a bittersweet moment. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay,” she says, more to herself than me.

Before I can utter another word, she walks back inside, sparing me one more glance before she disappears behind the doors. There’s an uncertainty within them. She sounded so confident before, but I can see it in her eyes that it’s all just a front. God, I hope she’ll be okay.

I sneak out of the building, carefully avoiding everyone from the banquet, and leaving this place of opulence behind. I never should have come. I never should have kissed her. Minji took the fall for me and I’ll regret it every day. What was I even thinking? No matter what, something always goes wrong. I should’ve listened to myself.

I plop down onto the curb and send a text to my dad to come pick me up. The wind howls around me, laughing at my predicament, cruel and mocking. The moon watches from above, a silent witness to everything that just happened tonight. I wish it would tell me what to do. Whatever higher being that exists up there, I wish it would just give me a straight fucking answer—in fact, I wish it would just spare me some mercy and end it already. Quit giving me hope just to throw it down the drain. Fuck.

It’s so goddamn cold.

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Minji’s POV

The city passes by in soft blurs through the car window, streetlights smearing golden hues across the glass. Stars dot the night sky with their shimmering light, and a full moon trails by our car like a guardian of safe nightly travels. As beautiful as it is, my gaze is fixed on the window, not to enjoy the view, but simply to survive. One wrong look at my parents could be the final crack that breaks the dam.

Tense silence fills the car. Only the hum of the engine and the occasional bump in the road remind me that this is all real. My parents’ silhouettes loom in front of me, and I don’t dare look or think or even breathe in their general direction. I would be lying if I said I wish they didn’t just yell at me and get it over with. The suspense of waiting is always worse than the actual punishment.

The familiar layout of our neighborhood enters my vision and it doesn’t take long until we’re rolling into our driveway. The car comes to a complete stop, the engine deafens, but none of us move. I clench my teeth to slow my breathing, afraid that one small peep will set them off, but I fear the uneven pounding of my heart can be heard from the front seat.

Mother leaves the car first. I start to unbuckle my seatbelt, but a single, frigid word from my father stops me in my tracks.

“Stop.”

I gulp, sitting upright in my seat. Despite my mother’s absence, the space inside the car feels impossibly smaller.

“Y-yes, father?” I say.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We trusted you to do the right thing. I let you invite that boy because I thought he was actually taking steps to better himself, but instead, you…” He trails off into a frustrated exhale. My mother’s anger, for all its fire, is at the very least predictable—bearable. But my father is something else entirely. Colder. Sharper. The quiet fury of a man who knows how to get people to do what he wants without ever raising his voice.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Minji?” he asks, tone low and cold.

I rack my mind for an answer, debating on defending Yuno or giving him a response that will satisfy him. If they just give Yuno a chance to show them who really is, that he’s not at all what he appears to be on the surface, then they’ll know that he isn’t as bad as they think he is. But they won’t listen. They never do. Not when it matters.

“I… I apologize, father. What I did was a… mistake,” I utter. Another lie leaves a bitter taste on my tongue.

“A mistake,” he repeats, sending a chill down my spine. “What have I told you before about mistakes?”

“Th-that we…” It’s getting harder and harder to breathe properly. “That we learn from them.”

“I will make sure you learn from this then. Give me your phone.” He glares at me through the rear view mirror while he reaches his hand back towards me. A sense of panic rallies itself within my chest.

“W-wait, I need my phone,” I beg, my voice faltering. “I-I need it to coordinate with the other student council members for prom prep, a-and I—”

“You should’ve thought of that before completely taking advantage of my trust,” he shoots back. “Minji. Give it. Now.”

With a shaky hand, I retrieve my phone from my purse. My fingers curl around it like it’s the last piece of control I have left. Truthfully, prom preparations are the last thing on my mind at the moment. My entire world is contained in this little box. My friends. My life. Yuno. I need to make sure that he’s okay. After everything that just happened, I just need to talk to him. To talk about everything. To talk about us.

“Minji,” my father all but barks at me. “Phone. Now.”

Maybe one day, I’ll stop listening. Maybe one day, I’ll speak up. But the words never come. I relinquish my phone, my lifeline to the outside world, into his palm. I can only watch helplessly as it disappears into his coat pocket.

“I’m only going to say this once,” he continues. “You are not to see that boy ever again. If you have a project with him, switch partners. If he walks the same direction as you, you go the other way. Don’t even think about going behind our backs this time because we will know. Do you understand?”

A shaky breath releases itself from my lungs as I fight back a tear. I want to scream, I want to fight back, tell him that he’s being unreasonable and controlling. But I can’t. I can barely breathe as it is.

“Y-yes, father. I understand,” I answer.

“Good,” he speaks. “Now go to your room. It’s late.”

I don’t say another word as I get out of the car and head inside. There’s no point. He won’t listen. He won’t change. Neither of them will. The house feels cold and soulless as I shut the front door behind me. The living room is furnished, the fridge full of food, the walls decorated in old family photos, but there’s no love in these four walls and there hasn’t been for a long time. This place is nothing more than a glorified prison.

Even my room doesn’t feel like mine anymore—just another cage for me to sit in. I collapse onto my bed, not bothering to change or get ready to sleep. I just stare at the ceiling fan, watching the blades go around in a circle.

All that energy, just to stay in the same place and serve one purpose. Forever.

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Yuno’s POV

I’m fucking exhausted. My mind wouldn’t let me sleep—just constantly looping that same scene over and over. I could have let Sunghoon have it. I could have explained to Minji’s parents that she did nothing wrong. I could have just stayed. Let them hate me. Blame me. I wouldn’t have cared.

But instead, I just… left. And now I don’t know what happened to Minji or why she isn’t texting me back.

My dad clears his throat. “Um, aren’t you gonna eat? You’ve barely taken a bite out of your pancakes.”

I glance up at the table, my breakfast practically untouched. “I’m… not hungry,” I mutter. I’m starving.

“Ah, okay…” he nods. “Is this… Is this about last night?”

I don’t answer. What’s the point? He can’t fix it. I can’t fix it. Nothing will change the fact that I didn’t do anything. Minji went through all that trouble to defend me and I didn’t do anything.

My dad sighs. “Look, um… I can tell something happened, but I don’t want to force you to talk about it if you don’t want to. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you’re ready, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay,” I breathe. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I snatch it out like a reflex—just another message from Yujin. I don’t bother reading it this time. I just shove it into my bag, letting it sink to the bottom where I can forget about the damn thing. “I should get going.”

“Then, why don’t I, uh, put your pancakes in some tupperware and you can have them later if you’re hungry?” my dad suggests with a small grin. Truthfully, I don’t know if I’ll have the appetite later. Or at all. But he’s trying, despite everything.

“Yeah. Go ahead,” I answer before heading to the front door. He nods from his seat, but I don’t look back.

The sun’s out. Not a cloud in the sky. Birds overhead. People jogging, laughing, talking to neighbors. It’s a perfect day.

And I hate it.

Every step is heavier than the last, like the weight of my emotions are dragging me down into the dirt. I try to keep my head down, shove my hands in my pockets, pretend that everything is okay, but I can’t quite shake the constant throbbing in my temples. The pit of dread in my stomach keeps growing bigger and bigger, threatening to swallow me whole if I let it. And maybe I’ll just let it. But not before talking to Minji.

I trudge through Evergreen’s hallways straight to my locker. Winter and Yujin are waiting there, worry painted on their faces.

“Yuno!” Yujin exclaims as he sees me. “Are you alright? We waited by the convenience store, but you never showed up.”

“A-and you didn’t answer any of our t-texts or calls,” Winter adds.

“I’m fine,” I sigh, pushing past them to my locker. For a second, I want to tell them everything. The banquet. The argument. The kiss. God, the kiss. But the words don’t come. They never do.

“Are you sure?” Yujin asks. “You look… not great.”

“It’s nothing. Just…” I can barely finish my thought as a crowd forms at the end of the hallway. The sound of chatter grows louder, seemingly centering around one person. I can just barely make out the top of their head.

“W-what’s happening?” Winter asks, stepping behind me.

“No clue.” I could care less if it’s some celebrity or the president or whoever the fuck. As far as I’m concerned, this day has already gone to shit. The last thing I need are any surprises. I shut my locker and turn to head to class, but someone running towards the crowd bumps against my shoulder. “Watch it, you fucking—”

The crowd parts just enough. And there he is. Sunghoon. Grinning. Laughing. Like none of it ever happened. He notices me watching. He fucking smirks.

My blood starts to boil. I don’t care why he’s here or why he has on the Evergreen uniform, all I know is that I need to hurt him. I stomp towards him, my breath growing heavier and my fists clenched, ready to give that son of a bitch what I should’ve given him last night. I barely register the sound of Yujin and Winter calling out to me. He needs to pay for what he did. I need to hurt him. I need to—

“Wait.”

A hand grabs at my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks.

“What the fuck do you—” I look back and see Danielle’s serious expression glaring back at me.

“Come with me. Now.” Before I can answer, she pulls me down the hallway and away from Sunghoon. Yujin and Winter look back at me, confused, right before I turn the corner.

I groan in anger. “What are you doing?! I was right about to—”

“Shut up,” she commands. “Minji told me everything. If I let you do what you were about to do, you would have regretted it.”

“M-Minji?” All the anger leaves my system at the mention of her name. I stop resisting as she pulls me along, the echoing of voices growing fainter behind us. “Is she… Is she okay?”

We stop in front of a supply closet. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” she says, opening the door to the closet. In between the dusty shelves lined with cleaning supplies is Minji. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“You only have a couple minutes before class starts. Make it quick,” Danielle explains before pushing me in and shutting the door, leaving the two of us in this cramped space.

We can barely meet each other’s eyes. My skin suddenly feels very warm. Not uncomfortably so, just… warm. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I spent all night and all morning wanting to do nothing more than talk to Minji, and yet, I have no idea where to start. So, I start with what anyone would start with.

“H-hi.”

“Hi,” Minji utters, her voice small yet steady.

“Um…” I gulp, trying to calm my nerves. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“I, uh, I texted you. You never, y’know…”

“Right.” She lets out a long sigh. “My parents took my phone away.”

“Oh.” At least she wasn’t ignoring me on purpose this time. “I’m sorry.”

She offers me a small yet reassuring smile. “It’s okay, I’ll just—”

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” I blurt out. “Last night. I, uh… I should’ve stayed. I should’ve done something. Anything. You stood up for me, and I…”

Minji grabs my hand, cradling it gently in her palm. The words get caught in my throat and my heart stops for a moment, her touch like electricity against my skin. “Don’t apologize,” she says gently. “I’m the one that… did that to you. It was my fault. And I don’t want you getting yelled at because of something I did.”

I finally build up the courage to look her in the eyes. Even in the dim light of the supply closet, they somehow shine like the brightest stars in the night sky—Beautiful, yet unreachable. “It wasn’t entirely your fault. I also… did that to you.”

Minji chuckles softly, and I forget everything happening outside. Right now, it’s just the two of us, hand in hand, in our own little pocket of the universe. No Sunghoon, no parents, no expectations—just us.

The one-minute warning bell reminds me that life isn’t that simple.

“Hurry up, you two,” Danielle reminds us from the other side of the door.

Minji lets out a heavy sigh, her gaze falling to the floor. “I’m sure you saw already, but Sunghoon enrolling here isn’t just some coincidence. My father told me that I can’t be around you anymore, and Sunghoon is here to make sure that I don’t disobey him,” she explains, her voice small.

My heart drops from my chest, free falling into the pit left in my stomach. “W-what? But—”

Danielle peeks her head through the door. “We have to head to class now or else we’ll be late,” she warns us, an apologetic look in her eyes.

“W-wait, I—”

“I’m sorry, Yuno,” Minji says, letting go of my hand. “I’ll think of something. Just… avoid me for now.”

I can’t get another word out before her and Danielle run off to class, leaving me alone in this musty supply closet. The space she occupied just seconds before seems so vast and empty now. Her warmth still lingers on my fingers. I don’t want it to fade.

If I knew this would be the first and last time I got to hold her hand, I would’ve done everything I could just to hold her for a second longer. Now all I have is the ache of her hand leaving mine.

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My spork picks at the mush sitting on my lunch tray, completely untouched. No matter how loud the grumbling in my stomach gets, I just can’t seem to bring myself to eat anything. Not after what just happened.

Minji’s words echo through my mind. How am I supposed to just avoid her? A couple of weeks ago, that would’ve been easy—we were nothing more than passing faces to each other. But now, she’s all I ever think about these days. I want to talk to her. I want to hear her voice. I want to be with her. But I can’t. And it’s all because of that rich piece of shit.

“U-um, Yuno?” Winter asks, her voice barely heard over the whirlwind in my head. “A-are you a-alright? You’ve b-been really quiet.”

“Quieter than usual,” Yujin adds. “It’s getting a little worrying, man.”

I sigh. “I’m just… having an off day. I’ll be fine.”

Yujin frowns, but doesn’t push. “You’d tell us if something was wrong… right? We’re your friends,” he says. All I can give him is a small nod. I know I should tell them and quell their worries, but I just can’t. I’m weighed down enough as it is. I don’t need them going down with me.

A burst of laughter shoots out from the center of the lunch room. Sunghoon is at the middle of it all, chatting and laughing with Bryce’s group of all people. Of fucking course. Trash attracts trash. He notices me looking at him, but I don’t even bother trying to mask the anger in my eyes. Let him fucking glare back. In fact, I wish he would come up here and do something about it. My life is already fucked up as it is. I don’t mind putting the last nail in the coffin if it means I get to slam him into the pavement.

“Y-Yuno…”

“WHAT!?” I bark, my chest rapidly rising with heavy breath. Half of the lunch room goes silent as they look back at me, confused and scared from my sudden outburst. It takes too long for me to comprehend Winter’s eyes squeezed shut and her shaky hands shielding her face.

Shit. “S-sorry, I didn’t…” I sigh, taking a moment to calm down. “I’m sorry, guys, I just… I-I…” What the hell is wrong with me?

Winter lowers her hands slowly, blinking at me with wide, glassy eyes like she doesn’t even recognize me. I pick up my tray and toss it into the trash as the whole lunchroom watches me leave. I just need to be alone right now. I glance back at Yujin and Winter one last time, but I can’t meet their eyes. All I see is Sunghoon’s shit eating grin as the doors shut behind me.

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Minji’s POV

I sigh, refreshing my email for the hundredth time, waiting for a response from my treasurer. Do people not check their emails nowadays? I could get a reply in seconds if I just had my phone.

I shut my laptop and rest my forehead on the table, feeling utterly exhausted despite barely making any progress on prom. The library is supposed to be a quiet place to get work done, but with all the noise rumbling around in my head, it’s impossible to even think straight. Every time I try to get on track, Yuno’s face pops up in my mind like an ad that I can’t get rid of. One I don’t even want to, honestly.

He looked so sad when we talked in the supply closet. So tired. We finally got a chance to talk last night, and now I have no idea when I’ll be able to see him again. And that kiss. Everytime I close my eyes, it’s like I can feel him on my lips again. That same electricity, that same warmth, that same tenderness.

“Yo Minj.”

“AH!” I jump up in my seat, my yelp echoing throughout the library and receiving a harsh shush from the librarian.

Hanni points and laughs at me as my face grows warm from her ridicule. “Girl, what’s got you all jumpy? Daydreaming about Yuno again?” she teases with that impish grin.

I sigh and faceplant into the table. “No… Maybe, I don’t know…” I grumble.

“Aww, look at you, all in love and stuff.” Hanni plops down into the chair next to me, laying her face down next to mine. “So how’d the banquet go? You never texted us back last night.”

I let out a long groan, muffled by the table. “My parents took my phone.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Ooh… Sounds serious.” She scoots her chair closer to me. “I’m listening.”

I sigh, mentally preparing myself to relive last night’s events over again. “Okay, so… God, where do I even start?”

“Whatever you feel like telling me,” she says, patting my back.

“Okay, uh… The banquet itself was fine, just a lot of talking to people. I could tell Yuno was overwhelmed, even if he tried not to show it. He ended up sneaking outside to get some fresh air, and then we had a chance to talk, just the two of us. I apologized to him for freaking out about the, uh—”

“The kiss you almost had in the nurse’s office?” Hanni interjects with an impish grin.

Is she trying to spill my secrets to the whole library?! “Hanni!”

“What, am I wrong?” she giggles.

“...N-no.” I swear, she’s going to give me a heart attack one of these days. “A-anyways, I finally got to apologize, and then we just continued talking, and then, uh… We, uh…” Oh God. I kissed him for real. That wasn’t an “almost” or a dream or some hallucination—that was real.

The way I go silent and red in the face must have set off an alarm in Hanni’s head because all of a sudden, her grin spreads so wide, the Cheshire cat would look like a regular stray kitten.

“You…! Did you two…?! You did, didn’t you?!” Hanni rapidly fires, smacking my arm in excitement. “Minji, Oh my god!”

I bury my face into my hands, the delayed realization hitting me like a speeding train. I kissed Yuno Lin. For the first time in my life, I, Minji Kim, kissed a boy. And it was amazing.

And now I can never see that boy again.

I let out a long, sad groan into my hands at the thought. I’ve been a straight-A student all my life, I’ve helped out whenever I could, I try my best to show everyone kindness and respect, can’t the universe throw me a bone and let me have this one thing go right? I love my parents, but why should their opinions matter when it’s my life at the end of the day? I just want to date a stupid boy.

“Hello,” I hear Danielle’s voice greet, followed by the sound of her taking the seat next to me. “What’s her problem?”

“Did you know about this?!” Hanni asks her.

“The banquet? Yeah, Minji filled me in earlier. Yuno was there, Minji got to apologize, and then that one guy she hates got her in trouble, and now she has no phone and can’t speak to Yuno. Did I miss anything?”

“So you knew about the kiss and didn’t tell me?! Dani!”

“Kiss? What kiss?”

I peek through my fingers, catching Danielle’s eyes, wide with concern, aimed straight at me. “I, um… I may have, uh…” I stutter.

Danielle gasps, clapping her hands over her mouth. “Minji!”

“Shhh!” the librarian shoots at us from her desk. “Ladies, keep it down!”

“S-sorry…” I mutter with an apologetic smile.

“Wait, who’s the guy that you hate?” Hanni asks.

“Sunghoon,” I grimace, his name leaving a bad taste in my mouth. “He’s just an awful human being. Our parents are friends, so I was forced to be around him basically my entire childhood. He caught Yuno and I… y’know… and told my parents about it, so now I don’t have my phone, and he enrolled into Evergreen today to make sure that Yuno and I can’t be around each other.”

“Jeez, dude,” Hanni sighs, resting her head on my shoulder. “That really sucks.”

Danielle pats my knee, nodding in agreement. “We’ll do whatever we can to help, okay? This is a very… complicated situation, but you shouldn’t have to deal with all that alone.”

I breathe, feeling slightly lighter than before. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

The hair on the back of my neck suddenly stands up as I feel an off-putting presence enter the room. My gaze shoots towards the library doors, and the devil himself walks in, strutting around like he hasn’t just ruined my life. Sunghoon leans against the librarian’s desk, shooting her that cheesy smirk. It’s all just an act, a mask that he puts on to trick other people into thinking he’s a good person. But I know the truth. Underneath that mask is nothing but an ugly slimeball of arrogance and egotism.

He notices me glaring at him, grins, and shoots a wink in my direction before walking off. Disgusting. If karma exists, I hope it takes everything Sunghoon ever did to me and gives it back to him tenfold. If only fate were that kind.

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Yuno’s POV

Yujin and Winter exchange concerned glances as I lean against my locker, just barely holding myself up. As if yesterday wasn’t bad enough, today I somehow feel so much worse. Still couldn’t get a wink of sleep, still couldn’t bring myself to take a bite of breakfast, and I’m honestly surprised I managed to make it to school without passing out in the middle of the street.

“Winter, this is getting really bad,” Yujin mutters to her. She whispers something back into his ear that I can’t quite make out. Fuck, I still haven’t apologized about my outburst at lunch yesterday. I just left without another word. It seems like that’s all I’m good for these days.

I open my mouth. Try to say anything. But all that comes out is a grunt, like even my throat has given up on me.

“Yuno, we’ve tried being patient, but this is getting too much,” Yujin says, raising his voice a bit. “What is going on?”

I look at them. I see the worry in their eyes, their lips pressed together into thin lines, waiting for me to say the magic words that’ll make all of this go away. I want to tell them. God, I really want to. But I can’t. What good would it do?

Maybe they’d want to help, but there’s nothing they can do to change the fact that I’m still the same piece of shit that Minji’s parents believe I am. If they somehow get rid of Sunghoon, then what’s next? They send another ten Sunghoon’s to spy on us in his place? They move Minji to a different school halfway across the world? Hell, they probably have enough money to pay a hitman to make my death look like an accident. And with how my life is going, maybe I wouldn’t mind that.

“I’m… fine,” I lie, my voice scratchy and low.

Yujin just sighs, his head hanging low. “No, you’re not…” I hear him mutter under his breath.

I just need a moment for myself to think. Some peace and quiet. That’ll help. Surely. I stumble past the two of them, dragging my feet underneath me, my vision just clear enough for me to not bump into anyone else in the hallway. I don’t know what I’m gonna do or how I’m gonna do it—I never have—but the fluorescent lights are too bright, and the colored tiles on the ground are too dull, and everything is just so loud, and I just need to be alone right now.

Through the vague silhouette of students, I meet a certain pair of honey brown eyes at the end of the hallway and time stops. It’s quiet now. It feels like forever since I last got to peer into Minji’s eyes. She’s so close—yet, we couldn’t be farther apart than now. There’s so much I want to say. I miss her. No amount of physical pain I’ve ever suffered compares to the aching in my heart when I think about her. I almost wish I never met Minji just so I never have to feel this way.

The illusion breaks as Sunghoon steps into my sight, towing around the worst kinds of people Evergreen has to offer. That son of a bitch. Worse yet, he approaches Minji, and they all crowd around her. I can’t make out what they’re saying. They’re all laughing around her, but she looks uncomfortable. Sunghoon just keeps on flapping his lips, spewing some bullshit probably.

And then he puts his arm around her—before I can take a second to think, my legs are already dragging me towards him. My heart beats loudly in my chest, pumping adrenaline into the rest of my body, preparing me for what I’m about to do. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care who he is or what Minji’s parents will do if I touch him. I’m sorry, Minji, but old habits die hard.

“...Minji and I are actually old childhood friends—AGH!” I interrupt whatever stupid story he was telling and grab his neck, slamming him into the lockers with a loud thud that echoes throughout the hallways. Everyone goes silent, watching this whole scene with bated breath. Fuck it. Let them watch. I want everyone to see the beating I’m about to give this son of a bitch.

My ears ring like sirens going off in my head. My chest rises with rapid breath. I squeeze my hand, tightening my hold on Sunghoon’s neck, desperately wanting to see the life drain from his eyes—but all he does is laugh. Like this is some fucking joke. Like taking away the one thing that made me happy was some harmless prank.

“I-I’m sure… Minji’s p-parents… would love to h-hear about this,” he manages to choke out. Tell them for all I care. Let’s see how you talk with a broken windpipe.

“Yuno!”

I hear Minji’s voice, and all of a sudden, I come back to my senses. The way she says my name, her voice cracking like she’s stepping carefully on thin ice, trying not to fall under. Regret fills my head like a thick smoke, making it hard to decipher what’s right and wrong.

“Put him down. Please,” she urges gently. Reluctantly, I loosen my grip on Sunghoon’s throat and drop him to the floor. My hand shakes like it has a mind of its own, yelling at me for not following through. It would have been so easy to end everything right then and there. But I didn’t. Because of Minji.

I glance back at her, at Yujin and Winter, at the crowd of students watching, bewildered and completely terrified. I don’t say anything—What could I even say in a situation like this?—and I just walk off to god knows where.

Everyone’s staring. I can feel Minji’s eyes on the back of my head, the words I didn’t say burning holes in my throat. I don’t turn. I don’t stop. I just need a single fucking moment.

To think. To breathe. To not exist.

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Minji’s POV

My laptop is open. The student council room is peaceful, quiet, the kind of calm I crave when I’m working—but all I can do is stare blankly at the screen. How can I possibly focus after witnessing all of that?

It was… scary. I’ve never seen Yuno look like that. Sure, I’m aware of his past and the things he’s done, but he didn’t seem like his normal self. I’m worried about him. My mind keeps replaying that same scene over and over again, Yuno’s hand wrapped around Sunghoon’s throat, trying to make sense of it all. I keep seeing that look in Yuno’s eyes. That wasn’t his normal self. It was something darker. Angrier. Fearful.

I don’t know. I just hope he’s okay.

“Hey there,” a voice says from the doorway.

I flinch. Speak of the devil. Sunghoon steps into the room, that same off-putting grin plastered on his face as he looks around the room. “Nice place you got here,” he comments, chuckling at his own joke.

I don’t look at him. “What do you want?”

“I come bearing gifts.” He sets a wrapped pastry in front of me. “You look tired. You should eat something, y’know, fuel for the brain.”

I slide the pastry back towards him. “No thanks.”

“C’mon, Minji. I insist.” He slides it back towards me, and it takes me every ounce of my self-control to not blow up in his face.

“Is this all you came to do?” I ask curtly, not sparing him a glance.

“Well, no. I actually came to talk to you. Heard you were in charge of prom preparations.”

“Yeah. So what?”

“Just wanted to know how things were going.” Sunghoon sits back onto the table, relaxed and slow. How pleasant it must be, to live so selfishly. “Do you… have a date for prom?” he asks, looking up at the ceiling.

I slam onto the keyboard a bit too hard, grabbing his attention. “If you don’t have anything useful to say, then I suggest you leave. Only student council members are permitted to enter this room.”

“What’s got you so worked up?” he chuckles, as if I said something funny. Surely, he has to be doing this on purpose? There’s no way he’s this oblivious, right?

“Look, can you just leave already? I’m trying to get work done.”

He scoffs. “What is your problem? I’m trying to be the nice guy here and you’re acting like I kicked your dog.”

I huff, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. “Are you kidding me? After everything you did, you think you’re still the nice guy in this situation?”

“Oh my god, is this about what happened with Yuno?” He lets out a laugh full of amusement. “He’s the one that attacked me, I’m the victim here!”

“Maybe you deserved it,” I mutter.

The smirk from his face drops just a bit. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve only been here two days and you’ve done nothing but make life harder for both of us.”

Sunghoon squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a long exhale. “I can’t believe you’re still hung up over him. Can’t you see that he’s wrong for you?”

“You don’t even know him—”

“I don’t need to know him!” he lashes out, jumping to his feet and pacing around the room. His mask slips, just for a moment. There he is. “He’s nothing but a knuckle-dragging gorilla that only knows how to solve problems with his fists!”

“Sunghoon, shut up—”

“You’ve only known this guy for what, a couple weeks?! I’ve been there for you my whole life! I’ve always looked out for you!”

“I don’t need you looking out for me! I never have!” I shoot back. My vision stings. My chest is about to explode. But I won’t cry. I won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Oh my god, do you know how insane you sound?! You’re making the worst decision of your life by choosing him!”

I slam my laptop and stand up to meet his level. “Get out,” I command, low and firm. “Now.”

He scoffs in my face. “Minji, let’s just—”

“OUT!”

The echo of my own voice rings in my ears. My throat burns from the scream. But I don’t regret it.

Sunghoon flinches at my outburst. “Fine,” he mutters, straightening out his uniform. I don’t stop glaring at him until he leaves the room, and even then, my gaze stays focused on the door for a few minutes after he leaves like I’m expecting him to pop his stupid little face back through the doorway.

After standing there for a while, I finally collapse back into my chair—exhausted, frustrated, and utterly lost.

All this stress because I kissed a boy.

One moment of happiness. And somehow, everything fell apart.

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Yuno’s POV

I should’ve kept my head down.

I should’ve walked away.

I should’ve known better.

But I didn’t. And now…

God, what the hell am I even doing anymore?

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here in this empty classroom. Could be hours. Maybe the bell rang. It doesn’t matter. I’m just… tired. Not the kind of tired that a couple hours of sleep can fix. I can feel it rooted in my bones, eating away at my organs like a cancer.

My phone keeps buzzing every now and then. I don’t bother to check them anymore. It’s just Yujin and Winter. I don’t even know where to begin with them. I feel sick, pushing them away like this. But I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but sit here and stare at the dusty shelf by the windows.

Maybe I would’ve been content never meeting Minji. If I hadn’t offered to walk her home, if I hadn’t spent the night at her house, if I hadn’t ridden that Ferris wheel with her, then maybe I would never have learned the pain of having someone so close to your heart, only to be ripped away in the blink of an eye. That night underneath the full moon where we shared our first and final kiss felt like so long ago.

She was right there. In my arms. The stars reflected in her eyes, her hair draping down her neck like silk, her lips gently pressed against mine, soft and delicate. I wonder if it was all real or just a mirage created by fate to trick me into thinking something good could happen.

For a moment, I try to picture life without Minji. Floating from class to class, head down and my hands in my pockets. Probably continue sticking my nose into places where I shouldn’t be, getting into more fights, gaining some new bruises. Maybe I would be expelled at this point. Or worse. But at least I wouldn’t have to feel like this. I would never have to know what I was missing.

My phone buzzes against the desk. Then another. And another. I groan and finally check it, expecting another text from Yujin or Winter.

But it’s not them.

An unknown number flashes on the screen, calling me. I answer it. I don’t know why. Maybe curiosity or a random gut feeling.

I say hello, I think. It comes out more like a grunt than a greeting. An unfamiliar female voice comes through the speaker. She asks me if I’m Yuno Lin. I say yes. Her words come in vague blurs, but her tone sounds urgent. Something about a hospital. Alcohol withdrawals. Passing out on the street.

My dad.

I hang up before she can finish and sprint out of the room. My feet slam against the ground with each step, trying to navigate through the halls. I get weird looks. I knock a few people over. But I don’t care.

I just need to get to the hospital as soon as I can. Please be okay. Please, please, please…

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The doors of the ER blast open and I stumble in, sweat dripping down my face and my legs on fire from running all the way here. Everything is immediately overwhelming—the fluorescent lights, the onslaught of chatter, the sharp scent of chemicals. I rush over to the front desk, gripping the counter to keep from falling over.

“I-I got a call,” I gasp. “M-my dad, Ian Lin. They said he was brought here.”

The nurse behind the counter glances up at me, already typing something into the computer. “Your name?”

“Yuno. Yuno Lin.”

She types some more, picks up the phone, and says something into it that I can’t make out over the roaring in my ears

“He’s in Room 12. A nurse will come shortly to escort you there.”

My eyes dart around to the various hallways leading to who knows where. Fuck. Where’s Room 12? Where am I supposed to go? The last time I was at the ER was when my mom…

“Yuno Lin?” A woman in navy scrubs calls out my name, beckoning me gently. “This way.”

I follow her down the white hallways, passing by rooms full of sick and injured people. White’s supposed to make you feel at ease, but all it does is conjure up old memories of the worst day of my life. The constant beeping of machines, nurses and doctors talking over each other, the fear in my mind making me unable to think straight. For fuck’s sake, I can’t go through this again.

We arrive at Room 12 and I see my dad laying there, unconscious and hooked up to various machines. His hands tremor against the sheets. Sweat covers his body. His skin’s gone pale like wax. He’s never looked this small before.

But he’s breathing. It’s weak, but he’s breathing.

“Your father was brought in after having a seizure, likely triggered by alcohol withdrawals,” the nurse says gently. “He’s stable for now and getting the care he needs, but we’ll be monitoring him closely for the next 24 to 48 hours. He’s dehydrated and his vitals were erratic when he came in, but we’ve got him on fluids and medication to manage the symptoms.”

I don’t speak. I just watch my dad’s chest rise and fall slowly with breath. The nurse gives me a soft pat on the shoulder before exiting the room, leaving me alone with him. I don’t move. I can’t. Like there’s an invisible barrier between me and the hospital bed. Like I’m just watching him through a screen. I’m afraid if I get any closer, it’ll all be too real.

Eventually, I turn around and leave, only to be met with the same sad white walls that line the inside of his room. My legs can only carry me a couple steps before I collapse onto a bench in the hallway. I’m so fucking exhausted. Not just from today or yesterday—from the past 18 years of my life. I don’t know why I bother waking up when this is all there is. This lonely, draining, shitty existence.

I let out a single, shaky breath. And then the tears start to fall. They drain from my eyes like a dam that finally breaks, leaking through my fingers even as I try to cover it up. Is this really it for me? Dragging myself through life, just to end up here again—same tragedy, same helplessness, same shitty story. Just with a different parent in the bed this time.

The gentle hand of a stranger rests on my shoulder as I cry. I don’t turn to see who it is. I couldn’t face anyone. Not like this. But as the tears dry up and there’s no more left to cry, I’m forced to confront the fact that the world is still turning. I’m still here.

“Th-thanks,” I mutter softly, sniffling. I turn my head to meet the kind stranger that sat by me, but with the tears clouding my vision, I swear they look like Minji for a moment.

I can’t help but let out a low chuckle. “God, do I really miss her that much?” I ask, more to myself than them. “I’m sorry you had to—Minji?”

A small smile breaks through her trembling lips.

“Hey,” she whispers.

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Minji’s POV

The hospital room smells like bleach and wilted flowers. The TV’s stuck on some stock report that I don’t care to understand and the constant beeping feels like it’s coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

I sit quietly, smiling like I care—but I don’t know this man. He’s just some high-ranking executive at my father’s company. I don’t know why he’s here, or what illness he has, or what I’m supposed to feel. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. I’m just here to keep up appearances that the Kims are a put-together, stable, nuclear family.

“Thank you again for visiting me, sir!” the man says to my father. “And Minji, it’s so good to see you again! You’ve grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

I give him a polite smile. It doesn’t reach my eyes. “It’s a pleasure to see you as well.”

My father checks his watch. “We should get going. We do hope you feel better soon, Mr. Nam.” It’s almost impressive how a kind sentiment like that manages to lack so much warmth, even as he says it with a full smile. I wonder if that’s where I learned it from.

As soon as the door shuts behind us, the curtains close and the three of us are back to our regular selves—cold, distant, and silent. The hallways echo with the sound of expensive shoes, too expensive to be sensible for a hospital. Appearances are appearances. They tell me what to wear and how to act, like I’m their perfect little doll instead of their living, breathing, human daughter. It’s all about the illusion—give everyone a good look so they think you’re fine.

“How were classes today, dear?,” my mother asks as we step onto the elevator. It descends to the first floor with a monotonous hum.

“They were fine, mother,” I answer. Succinct, poised, and proper—exactly how they told me to speak.

“Just fine? I can set you up with a private tutor if those classes aren’t challenging enough for you,” she says, taking out her phone. “Mrs. Park recommended me all of Sunghoon’s tutors, their résumés are truly remarkable.”

I fight back a sigh. The last thing I need is to start an argument in this cramped space. “I will… think about it.”

Thankfully, she leaves it at that. The doors open to the first floor, and as we make our way towards the exit, I feel an odd tingling sensation on the back of my neck. I freeze in my tracks, an invisible force keeping me from moving.

“Minji?” my father says, looking back at me. “What are you doing? Let’s go.”

I shake my head. “My apologies, I just feel… odd.” I look around at the hospital, searching for something—but I’m not sure what. My eyes dart from person to person, looking for a hint of familiarity within them.

“Is something the matter, dear?” my mother asks, but I don’t answer. I’m not sure what it is, but I feel like if I exit those doors, I’ll regret it for the rest of myself. Through the haze of sterile white coats and tired faces, I spot him—a lone boy, hunched over on a bench, shoulders trembling, hands in his face.

My breath catches in my throat. In an instant, I know who it is. I make a dash for him, ignoring my parents calling out to me as a thousand questions float around in my head.

Why is Yuno here?

Is he okay?

Why is he crying?

I slow down as I near the bench, not wanting to startle him. My heart breaks in two seeing him like this—crying, alone, in the hospital of all places. I sit down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Each sob ripples through his body and it takes all my restraint not to cry with him. Whatever happened, he needs support. And I want to be that for him. So many words dance on the tip of my tongue, but I keep them to myself for now. We’ll have a chance to talk later. I’m sure of it.

I stay with him until the end. Eventually, Yuno calms down and lifts his head up. He looks… beat down. Like he hasn’t slept in days. His words back at the banquet echo in my head, reminding me of just how much he suffered in his life. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve any of this. I want Yuno to be happy. I want to see him smile without fear. I want to see him laugh without constantly looking over his shoulder. I want to see what he looks like when he’s freely and truly happy.

I don’t care about what my parents think, or what Sunghoon thinks, or what anyone else thinks about him for that matter. He deserves to live a life where pain isn’t the only thing he knows.

“Th-thanks,” Yuno mutters softly as he turns to face me. He lets out a low chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes. “God, do I really miss her that much?”

I grow curious for a moment. Who does he miss?

“I’m sorry you had to—Minji?”

I push the thought to the back of my mind, a small smile breaking through my trembling lips as I gaze at Yuno’s face for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Hey.”

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Sun-Hye

Length: 2.4k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Young Posse Sunhye x Male Reader

(Author's Note: The third and final part of this mini series! This final chapter in particular has helped me a lot mentally, so I hope you enjoy it and maybe even find some peace of mind yourself <3 Thank you to @suchsweetstories for helping me out with this :])

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Blink and you’ll miss it.

You let the coffee-scented air fill your lungs for the umpteenth time as your hand scribbles across the page with a mind of its own. With the pages on your notebook running low, you have half a mind to erase it all and start over before you end up having to buy another one, but your hand just won’t listen. A lot of things are slipping through your control these days.

“Hey.” A gentle hand lays on top of yours, stopping it from covering the entire page in a thin sheet of lead. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you utter instinctively, gaze not leaving the page. “I’m alright.”

“Look at me,” she commands, stern yet calm.

You do as she says, being met with a soft pair of eyes and a modest bob—a familiar sight, yet one that manages to silence all the noise in your head.

“I’m fine, Sunhye. Really.”

She studies your expression for a moment before shutting her laptop and shoving it into her bag.

“Let’s go,” she says.

“What, why? Didn’t you say you needed to work on something important?”

“Yeah, but I hate seeing you like this. I can work on it later, now let’s go.”

She reaches her hand out towards you, urging you to take it with that cute pout in her lip. You’re not sure if she does it on purpose (not like she would ever admit to it), but regardless, you’re already taking her hand and following her out of the cafe without another argument.

Rays of evening light hit your skin and cast long shadows that trail behind each step. You take a deep breath, finding the lack of coffee in the air to be refreshing. With the past few weeks full of torn pages, serious conversations about your future, and the lack of real inspiration, you never thought the simple scent of grass to be a luxury.

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“So,” Sunhye licks her rainbow-colored ice cream while she absent-mindedly toys with a piece of grass, “Something’s on your mind. Spill.”

You let out a long sigh as your head rests against your favorite tree. “Same old thing that’s been bugging me for a while.”

She nods in understanding, brushing that single blade of grass against the back of your hand. It tickles a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Notes of cold chocolate hit your tongue. Not your first choice, but they were out of vanilla. “You’re the only thing keeping me together.”

“You said that last week,” she smirks, drawing shapes on your skin.

“That’s because it’s still true this week.” You shiver slightly as the grass tickles your elbow.

Sunhye meets your eyes with a smile, only for it to fade into a worried pout. “You look tired.”

“I am tired,” you chuckle softly, if only to keep the mood from getting any worse. The last thing you need is for your girlfriend to feel bad too.

She scoots closer to you, never breaking eye contact. “I could find a school that’s closer, maybe even in the next town over—”

“No, you don’t need to do that—”

“It wouldn’t be a problem, I could just—”

“Sunhye.”

You know she means well. You know everyone does, even your parents as they berate you for not knowing what you want to do with your life. Truth is you do know—you’re just not sure if it’s possible.

You cradle her hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against the back of it. It feels bittersweet in a way, like every time you hold her could be your last.

“You don’t have to change schools for me. I’m a big boy, I’ll be okay,” you joke, trying not to let your inner feelings surface.

“I know, but…” Sunhye trails off, gazing longingly at your hand as if it isn’t currently interlaced with yours. All this talk about your future makes it difficult to enjoy the now. The two of you are right here, in your own little hideaway from the rest of the world, eating ice cream and holding hands like a couple of in-love teenagers should—and yet, it already feels like a memory that you’re mourning.

You want to comfort her, but you know it’ll just be the same thing you’ve been regurgitating week after week.

“It’ll be fine.”

“I’ll visit you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll call you everyday.”

Frankly, you’re terrified. Before all this, life was so simple—go to school everyday, fill your notebook with doodles while the teachers drone on, and meet with Sunhye at every opportunity you could. No talk about college or scholarships or careers, just pure fun with this amazing, funny, cute, and talented girl that changed your life forever.

But now, she’s leaving.

A harsh buzz emits from Sunhye’s pocket and you can barely fight back a frown. You hate that damn noise. You wish it would stop. You wish everything would just fucking stop so you can have a moment to breathe.

Regretfully, she lets go of your hand to read the text, a sigh escaping her lips. “It’s, uh… It’s my mom. She needs me home soon,” she mutters. “Maybe I can ask her if I can stay another hour or—”

“No, no. It’s okay.” You muster up a smile, hoping it can provide some reassurance. “I don’t want you to get yelled at again.”

“No, I really don’t mind, I can—”

You interrupt with her a kiss on the cheek, causing it to turn a lovely shade of pink and her lips to curve slightly into a grin. Your gaze fixates on her round eyes as they light up with joy, even if just for a brief moment. It’s a rare sight these days with everything going on, but at least you know a surefire way to see it again.

“Sunhye. Go home. I’ll be okay,” you say, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“...Okay.” She gives you one last kiss before she stands up to leave. It’s brief and fleeting, but you savor it nonetheless. “I’ll call you when I’m done with everything.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You watch as she walks it off, but a voice inside of you tells her to stop her. “S-Sunhye!”

She turns to you. “Yeah?”

“I-I, uh… I…” Your anxious heart pulses in your ears, drowning out your inner thoughts. The words are right there, dancing precariously at the tip of your tongue—you can feel them, you know with your entire body that they’re true, yet they cling to the edge, refusing to take that leap of faith. With a quiet sigh, you let them slip away. “...Nothing. Sorry.”

“Okay?” she chuckles, giving you a weird look. “I’ll see ya then. Bye.”

“Yeah, bye…” You stand there like a fool, watching her leave for as long as you can until her silhouette disappears beneath all the greenery. Maybe next time, you think, but the amount of “next times” left is starting to dwindle.

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You remember when your desk lamp was a welcome friend, encouraging you to let out all the crazy ideas you had in your head during those sleepless nights; now, it only casts a light on how empty the page is—how empty your mind is. Call it muscle memory or second nature, but it used to be so easy to bring your pencil to the page, not even having to think about what you’re drawing. Now though, as the tip of the lead fidgets mere inches over the page, all you can think about is the growing feeling of dread in your stomach.

The page seems to grow bigger in front of you, a blank eggshell white that crowds your vision, encapsulating you completely. It stares at you without eyes, lifeless and empty, whispering into your ears all the things you’ve desperately tried to keep tucked away in the far corners of your mind.

“Were the last four years of your life just a waste?”

“Your life has barely begun, yet you’re already a failure.”

“You will continue being a nobody until the day you die.”

Latent fears and your pounding heart echo relentlessly in your skull, fighting over which can be louder—two unyielding forces that only serve to make the other one so much worse. You try to calm your breathing, gain some semblance of control, but all you can manage to choke out are harsh, arrhythmic huffs. The edges of your vision fade into fuzzy blotches of black, you want it all to stop, but it just won’t. It doesn’t matter how much you plead, even if just for a second—a single fucking moment—just to breathe, to think, to do anything, but things keep changing and time keeps passing and the world keeps spinning faster and faster until you want to vomit, and—

Your phone vibrates against your desk. You don’t even check the caller ID before bringing it up to your ear.

“H-Hello?” you manage to cough out.

“Hey?” Sunhye’s voice cuts through all the noise, bright and warming, like a ray of sunshine through a gloomy sky. “Uh, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, just, um…” You clear your throat. Steady bouts of oxygen begin to fill your lungs. “What are you doing?”

“Just got done packing a bunch of things for my family in Korea,” she explains. “Not like they need anything considering they’re, like, filthy rich or whatever, but y’know. Family is family. You?”

You take a careful glance at your empty notebook, the shapeless monster from moments ago reduced to nothing but a wrinkled page. “Just, uh, drawing. Trying to, at least.”

“Still having trouble?” The faint rustling of fabric can be heard through the phone as she settles into bed.

You gently rest your head on the desk, shutting your eyes to focus completely on Sunhye’s voice. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” she offers gently. “I wish I could do something to help.”

“It’s fine, just… artist’s block, or whatever.” You let your lungs fill up completely as your heart rate slows down to a comfortable pace. “Keep talking and I’ll feel better.”

She chuckles softly. “My mom is thinking of hosting a little going away party before I leave. If you’re not too busy, you should stop by.”

“Why would I wanna go to your silly little party?” you tease lightly, strength slowly returning to your voice.

“I didn’t wanna say it, but I can tell that you have this huge crush on me. Wanted to give you a chance to confess before I leave.” You can practically hear the huge smirk on her face.

“Was I that obvious?”

“Yup, sorry dude, looks like you have to work on your acting a bit more,” she quips. “I could see it in the way you look at me with hearts in your eyes, and the way your hand is always so gentle against mine, and the way you always pay for my ice cream without hesitation, and the way… the way your lips feel so soft against mine.” Her voice cracks like chipped porcelain. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“Hey,” you soothe her. “We still have time left before you leave. We’ll make the most of it, alright? Anywhere you wanna go or anything you wanna do, we’ll do it.”

She sighs. “What are you gonna do when I leave?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” you answer. “Maybe I’ll off myself.”

“Don’t even joke about that!” she yells, although you can hear a hint of laughter. “I’m serious, what are you gonna do? I had to convince you to go on daily walks last summer, but… I’ll be gone for longer this time.”

“I’ll, uh…” You breathe, letting the weight of her words sink into you. What are you going to do? What do you even want to do? In a past life, you would’ve been content spending the entire summer locked up in your room, but things are different now. Life is different now—better now.

Because of Sunhye.

You open your eyes, your gaze falling to the blank page that’s been sitting on your desk for weeks. You’ve lived your life through sketchbooks, filling each page with whatever occupied your interest at the time, from cartoons you liked to places you’ve been and the people that you pass by. Your entire history is recorded in the lines that you create, each one thoughtfully and meticulously drawn.

Things have changed, sure, but things always do. Always will. Life doesn’t stop just because you have a bad day, or a bad week, or a bad however long things have been going on for. It changes, it gets better, it gets worse, but no matter what, it never stays the same. No matter how terrifying and uncertain it is, there’s always a chance for things to get better, and even if they don’t, at least they’re different.

You pick up your pencil with a steady hand and an inkling of newfound determination. “I’ll do better,” you breathe. “You don’t have to worry about me, okay?”

“Okay,” she accepts, her tone sounding brighter.

“And, um…” You gulp nervously, your heart picking up in pace. Unlike the violent barrage from earlier, this time is more akin to the fluttering of butterfly wings. “I-I wanted to say this to you earlier, but I got nervous, so uh… I love you… m-my little ball of sunshine.” You grimace as those last few words trickle from your lips, the anxiety making you lose control of your words. “I-I didn’t mean to say that last bit—”

Sunhye roars with laughter, sending a wave of heat to your cheeks. For once, you’re glad that she called you instead of Facetiming. “Oh my god, ‘little ball of sunshine’?! What?!”

“I-I was just… trying something new…” you mumble into your hands. So much for being romantic.

After an eternity of her incessant laughter, she finally calms down, letting out a long exhale. “I love you too, stupid,” she says bluntly, which only makes you feel more embarrassed for making such a big deal out of it.

Despite it all, you can’t help but smile at hearing those words from her. Your pencil begins to dance across the page, one line turning into two and two lines turning into a shape, which turns into a face. Like a light switch flipped on in your head, you’re able to let the lines speak for themselves while you think about everything else except drawing. What you’re going to do with Sunhye tomorrow. What present to get her for her going away party. How much you need to save for a flight to Korea. Anything to pass the time that doesn’t involve more than a hint of effort to think about.

“Oh my god, you won’t believe what happened earlier,” Sunhye starts.

“Yeah?” you muse. She’ll talk nonstop for about half an hour, but it helps that the sound of her voice is soothing, mixing with the gentle scratches of lead against paper.

“So, my cousin called me earlier and…”

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