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2tyongs · 1 year ago

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one last time.

bf!suguru x gn!reader

genre. angst

warnings. none!

a.n. here's a little smtg i wrote a while ago! i was thinking abt making this longer with another part when they meet again in jjk0 but i'm not sure yet. enjoy!

"i'm sorry it has to be like this."

you and suguru stand in the pathway of jujutsu tech as he tells you the news that he's leaving. he's sure you've heard about what he's done and he wanted to be the one to tell you about his departure, no matter how painful he knows it will be for the both of you.

the beautiful weather outside is a stark contrast to how you feel right now. you feel as if your world has been flipped upside down. you knew how suguru felt about non-sorcerers lately, but you never thought that it would've gone this far.

suguru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. he doesn't want to leave you, but he has to. he's standing firm on his decision, but seeing the heartbreak and pain that's etched on your face is enough to almost make him reconsider what he's doing.

almost.

"it was always going to be this way." he tells you with a small hint of pain in his voice. he's trying to ease your distress but it's not working. with every word he says, he just watches the hurt intensify.

it's taking everything in him to not touch you, hold you, kiss you one last time. but he can't. he knows that if he does it now, he'll never leave.

a small, angry part of you wants to blame tsukumo for even inadvertently giving him the idea, but you know that she didn't think that he would go and do something so rash. and even if she hadn't told him, he would've found a way. if it hadn't have been her, it would've been someone else.

suguru looks at you as you start to cry. he notices the turmoil on your face before you look away and harshly wipe the tears from your eyes. he watches as you try to make it seem like this isn't hurting as much as it is.

he walks up to you with his eyes full of desperation and gives in to his desire to hold you, cupping your face in his hands. he tries to memorize the feeling of your skin in his palms and studies your face as if this is going to be the last time he'll ever be this close to you, because it might just be.

"i love you." he says softly, his voice heavy with emotion as he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "i always will. remember that."

when he says those words you hold onto his forearms tightly, not wanting him to leave. you let out a small sob as you mutter about how much you love him. your words are filled with emotion as if you're begging him to stay without saying it directly, even though you know your efforts are in vain. he's already made up his mind.

suguru puts his forehead against yours, your noses brushing lightly as he looks at you with dewy eyes, his gaze containing all the emotion he feels but won't let out.

"kiss me." you blurt out, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as you can. "please, suguru."

he could never say no to you. he gives in to you one last time when he leans in and connects his lips with yours. the passion and affection that he feels for you is unwavering and you can feel it from his touch and his sweet kiss. your embrace becomes urgent and desperate as he wants to convey all the feelings he's had for you for so long into this one kiss. your last kiss.

the two of you pull away and suguru gives you a kiss on the forehead before giving you a look that is heartbreakingly tender. he sighs softly and takes his hands away from your cheeks, pulling away from your hold on him. "it's time." he says quietly.

suguru starts to walk backwards and you give him a small, weak smile. "be careful, suguru." you tell him. you try to sound firm in your words as you usually would when he would go off with gojo on missions, but this time is different. now, your words just sound sad and desperate.

he chuckles, remembering all the times you've said that to him and your heart clenches at the sight and sound, knowing that this is the last time you'll ever see his gorgeous smile.

"don't worry about me, my love." he calls back. "take care of yourself." he says gently. and with that, he turns around and walks away.

you wipe your tears, letting the reality sink in. this was the last time you got to hold suguru, tell him how much you love him, be in the line of his affectionate gaze. you watch him walk away and almost contemplate running to him and telling him you're coming with him. but you know you can't do that. his beliefs are too extreme; too unrealistic, even if he does have his reasons.

no matter how much you love suguru, you know you can't let that sway you. you have to stand your own ground, just as he is, and accept the inevitable. at this moment, you and suguru have become rivals by default.

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2tyongs · 1 year ago

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nanami would never ignore you. but sometimes he likes to pretend he didn’t hear you call his name just so he can hear your sweet chirp one more time.

which actually shocked him when he first realized it because he usually hates when people say his name. it’s like nails on a chalkboard when gojo calls for him. he merely tolerates it when yuuji says his name because he knows the boy means no harm. hates when anyone else says his name because he knows 9 times out of 10 they’re going to have an annoying request of him.

however, when you’re in the other room & let out that sweet “keeennnn”, he doesn’t feel the irritation bubbling in him like it does with everyone else. it’s the opposite- he gets butterflies. all giddy, excited to see what it is you need. whether it’s help for something, his opinion, or just his presence, he loves to hear his name tumble off your tongue.

“ken?” you repeat, ending in a higher tone wondering if you weren’t loud enough the first time. but he heard you. & he thinks about not responding once more just to hear you again, but decides his desire to actually go find you is much more powerful. he smiles lightly to himself, putting his book on the coffee table before getting up and following the sound of your voice to the bedroom. he walks in, hands in his pockets and smile still plastered, leaning against the doorframe to find you sitting criss-cross in fronr of your shared body mirror. you see him in your reflection & match his smile, whipping your head around before asking

“wanna do face masks with me?”

as if he would ever say no to you.

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2tyongs · 1 year ago

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I LOVE THIS OMG 😭😭

STUDY BUDDY

+ featuring: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! Reader.

+ tags. No curses AU, fluff, second-hand embarrassment, secret relationship, Gojo is the Fushiguro siblings' adoptive uncle (but not really? It's complicated).

+ author's note. Re-uploading my works from my old blog!

"Gojo, I'm serious," Megumi warns, smoothing out his freshly washed bedsheets of any wrinkles. "Don't embarrass me."

The aforementioned man scoffs.

He saunters over to Megumi's bedroom window and cracks it open, hoping to dispel the nearly suffocating amount of air freshener the boy sprayed.

"Oh, please," Gojo says, "when have I ever embarrassed you?"

Megumi doesn't know which is worse: the sincerity of Gojo's words or that he's still not taking him seriously.

"I mean it." Megumi gives a pointed look to his guardian, carefully folding the clothes he'd left about—finally picking them up, despite Tsumiki's chiding three days ago.

Gojo heaves a dramatic sigh and all but throws himself onto Megumi's reading chair.

"Why's this a big deal, anyways?" He looks up at Megumi, glasses lowered on the bridge of his nose. "You guys are just studying, aren't you?"

Megumi doesn't dare make it known, but his heart begins to race, and he's sure his hands are clenching the fabric of his sweater. Quickly, he turns to tuck the garment into its rightful drawer.

"Exactly." He hopes Gojo doesn't see him try to discreetly wipe his sweaty palms on his pant leg. "That's why there's no reason for you to be here."

"Huh?"

"Go run some errands..."

Megumi unhooks his backpack off his bedroom door and sets it on the chair of his study to pull out his algebra textbook.

"... Or get some grading done. I'm sure your students'll kill you if you put it off anymore."

He then slams the book onto his desk. His pencil holder rattling from the sudden weight. Megumi shoots Gojo a decisive expression—as though he paid the bills.

"Anywhere but here."

Gojo's glasses are now crooked, hanging at an awkward angle over his nose while he gawks at the teenage boy.

"Wait." Gojo rubs his temple. Child-rearing is leading him down an unavoidable path to premature wrinkles. He makes a mental note to stock up on retinol.

"Wait, wait, wait. Who's coming over?"

He's sure Yuuji and Nobara have never minded his presence too much, at least not enough for Megumi to act like this.

Megumi falters, avoiding Gojo's piercing gaze in favor of continuing to rummage through his bag. "My friend. Tsumiki knows her."

"Tsumiki knows—wait, her?"

"Yeah." Megumi begins to line his highlighters in order of color. "Does it matter?"

Gojo inhales deeply, coaxing Megumi's attention back to him. He finds his foster uncle leaning with his elbows perched on his knees, stern gaze peering into his soul.

"Megumi," he says, "level with me quick. Do you like her?"

"What?" Megumi feigns incredulity. It seems to be convincing Gojo. "Of course not! Nobara's a girl, too. You don't think I like her like that, do you?"

It's a valid point—if only it were true. What Gojo doesn't know won't hurt him, though.

He watches Gojo raise his hands in surrender, and Megumi bites the inside of his cheek to suppress a sigh of relief.

"Alright. Okay. My bad," Gojo huffs. "I'll stay out of your guys' way."

Megumi's eyes widen.

"You will?"

Gojo readjusts his glasses and pushes himself off of the reading chair. It cries out a creak with his departure.

"Sure. But—"

Oh no, Megumi thinks.

"I'm not leaving the house. My house, might I remind you."

"That's..."—not ideal. But it's the best Megumi will get—"...fine."

Before anything more could be said, the doorbell rings, and Megumi jolts. He sees Gojo send him a long-side eye in his peripheral.

Then, Gojo saunters out of the room, swaying with each stride he takes. "You should get that," he drawls, snapping Megumi out of his daze.

"Right." He nods, to himself, alone in his room, and jogs to let you in.

Things are going well. Too well.

Megumi's eyes continue to glance back to the chipped paint of his bedroom door. It's shut. A miracle, really. He thought Gojo would've blown a fuse, but it seems he's honoring their compromise.

"Hey," your soft voice reels Megumi back to the present. "You okay?"

When his gaze lands on you, he feels the tension leave his muscles, like the tide retracting from the shore.

"Yeah," he mutters, a phantom smile pulling at his lips. Then, he feels the need to add, "Sorry. I'm just..."

"Nervous?" you finish, grinning back.

If he could, he thinks, he'd live in the lines of your smile. You're warm, inviting. As though you've already built a home for him in your bones.

God knows he's done the same.

"Me too," you say, heaving a laugh that sounds equal parts relieved and amused.

You set down your pencil, fully turning your body towards him. Your knees brush his, and he feels a blush darken the tips of his ears. There's no skin-to-skin contact—you're both wearing modest, comfortable attire—but it feels intimate nonetheless.

"I didn't know your uncle would be home."

Megumi sighs, boldly brushing his fingertips atop your knuckles.

"I didn't either," he admits.

You take the initiative where Megumi didn't and interlock your fingers. He squeezes gently, feeling a wave of comfort when you return it.

"Does he... know?"

Your boyfriend shakes his head, slouching in his chair.

"No." His gaze strays to the door once again. "I was worried Tsumiki might've told him, though, when they were sitting together."

You chuckle at that. Your eyes lower to his hands, absentmindedly playing with them as you studied their details.

His nails are short and uneven, and you assume he's been biting them.

"She wouldn't do that," you calmly chide Megumi. "Besides, would it be so bad if he knew? He seems nice."

Megumi pales.

"That's because you've never met him."

"What? I just introduced myself to him."

"That didn't count. It was... five words, at most."

"Still," you huff, "he seems friendly."

Megumi falls silent, slowly running his eyes over you and drinking in the sight—your hand in his, your touching knees, the fact you're alone in his room.

He feels the urge to apologize. He's sure this whole arrangement must be exhausting, pretending you're merely friends.

So, he voices it.

"Sorry," he whispers, bringing your intertwined hands to press against his cheek. "I know you're annoyed."

"I'm not annoyed—"

"But you're frustrated, right?"

You pause, holding your breath as he maintains your gaze. His deep, azure eyes confine you to a world in which only you two exist.

"Sorry," he says again, using his free hand to cup your face and guide you closer.

You feel the warmth of his breath tickling your lips, and you instinctively draw them in to wet them. His eyes flicker down, fixated on your now-sheened lips.

He doesn't close the distance.

Rather, he hovers and allows you both to savor the moment, the tension.

"Megumi," you whisper, and he shudders as the words seem to seep past his mouth and drip like molasses on their way to his rabid heart.

He waits, curious for what more you might say, but you opt to close the space between you instead.

Megumi swears he hears a click, as though everything's fallen into place.

You tilt your head, parting your lips to purse them over his, with him clumsily following suit, torn from his adoring trance.

The smack of your lips only fuels you both to deepen the kiss.

You remove your hand from his to wrap your arms around his neck. Megumi keeps his right hand cupping your face as his free hand rests over your knee.

Megumi gives the plush flesh a firm squeeze, the electrifying thrill of touch still intense despite the cloth that separates you.

Megumi hears a gasp and smiles—wider than he usually does—into the kiss, loving the effect he has over you.

Although the gasp sounds much deeper than he remembers your voice typically being, he doesn't pay it much mind.

As the two of you part, fluttering your eyes open and taking in the mutual state of awe, Megumi is stopped from diving in for another taste by an all-too-familiar voice.

"I knew it!"

The two of you push apart instantly.

You wipe your mouth with your sleeve while Megumi resorts to cussing out the jaw-dropped, white-haired man.

"Don't you know how to knock?!"

"Oh no, don't change the subject on me, Megumi Fushiguro!"

Much to your horror, another voice joins the mix.

"What's going on?" Tsumiki asks, her gentle voice cutting through the yelling.

"Guess what I just walked in on?" Gojo turns to Tsumiki, waving in your and Megumi's general direction. "I caught these two practically sucking each other's faces off!"

You shrivel further into your seat. Megumi's face is red, redder than red, and he seems on the brink of explosion.

"Just friends—my ass!"

Tsumiki's eyes slowly absorb the scene: a blushing, angry Megumi, an offended Gojo, and an embarrassed you.

"Oh," she blurts, realization washing over her.

This answer seems to displease Gojo, and he whips around to glower at her. "Oh? What do you mean, oh?" His arms are crossed over his chest, and his glasses are nowhere to be seen.

You're starting to get why Megumi didn't want to reveal your relationship.

"Well..." Tsumiki shifts from one foot to the other, her eyes glancing everywhere except for everyone's gazes. Megumi shoots her a pleading look she ignores.

"Don't tell me..."—Megumi places his hands over your ears, muffling Gojo's loud cry—"You knew?!"

You watch on, with muffled hearing as Megumi continues to block out the ruckus, and observe Gojo run a hand over his face.

You'd almost feel bad if you weren't already mortified yourself.

"To be fair," Tsumiki speaks up, "Megumi only told me to keep it a secret because he knew you'd overreact."

"I wouldn't overreact," Gojo scoffs.

"You're literally overreacting right now," Megumi snaps.

"You try walking in on your kid canoodling! You're only, what, fifteen? You should be—"

Megumi groans, finally releasing your ears to bury his face in his hands.

"Oh my god," he grumbles, "we weren't doing... that!"

Gojo inhales sharply, readying another remark, but you break the momentary silence before he can.

"I'm sorry."

Megumi raises his head, finding you now standing and approaching Gojo. Then, you bow your head, surprising everyone.

"I wish we met under better circumstances, and I hope this doesn't ruin your impression of me," you say.

You keep your gaze on the carpet of Megumi's bedroom floor, trying to steel your nerves.

"But... please."

You lift your head, meeting Gojo's unnerving, luminous blue eyes with an audible gulp.

"Please let me keep seeing Megumi."

You sneak a glance back at your boyfriend. His blush has calmed, and his lips are parted in surprise at your outburst. You feel your chest tighten at the thought of being forbidden from seeing him.

"I love him. Very much. And I want to keep loving him." You shrink back into yourself. "If... you'll allow it."

Silence meets your words, and you feel your stomach drop.

Is this really it?

The suspense eats away at your resolve, and you're about to wave your white flag with glossy eyes when, suddenly, a hand places itself on your shoulder.

You turn your head to find Megumi beside you.

"Please, Gojo," he says, an uncharacteristic desperation evident in his tone. He knows, deep in his heart, that while he may rebel against Gojo and pursue you regardless... you'd crumble quickly.

He doesn't want this to stop. The past two months have meant everything to him.

More than anything, he wishes he hadn't kept you locked away as though you were some dirty secret. If it really were to end now, he wishes he'd have flaunted you before.

"I'm sorry," Megumi continues, "I shouldn't have kept us a secret from you, but please don't take it out on her."

You both wait with bated breaths.

You can even feel Tsumiki's pleading eyes from beside you, not wanting her little brother's blossoming relationship to be curbed like this, so abruptly.

Gojo assesses the three of you.

Then, he drags out a sigh.

He points at Megumi, irritation clear in his expression. "We," he punctuates, "are definitely having a talk about this later."

As Tsumiki releases the breath she'd been holding, Gojo redirects his pointing to her.

"You too, Tsumiki."

But you see his shoulders drop as he expels the stress in his muscles. You're glad, at the very least, he no longer feels like chewing the siblings out.

Gojo nudges Tsumiki, and the two make their way out the door.

"I'll let you two get back to the studying you were supposed to be doing." He places his palm flat against the door, fixing Megumi with a stern glare. "And the door stays open. Got it?"

Megumi grumbles, blushing, but nods. "Got it."

You hear Gojo's quiet footsteps and his low mumbling of little rascal as he leaves.

Then, it's only you and Megumi left.

The silence in the aftermath persists for only a second or two before it's broken by your boyfriend. He releases something between a whine and a groan.

Regardless, it's a noise of embarrassment.

"This had to be the worst-case scenario."

You shake your head, laughing to yourself, as you try to calm your racing pulse. "Tell me about it," you murmur.

Your humiliation is returning quick.

"Please don't break up with me," Megumi blurts.

You blink—once, twice. "Huh?"

"I promise he's not that bad usually. I just thought he'd... I don't know, but definitely not this."

You can see the traces of panic in his furrowed brows and hunched shoulders. His lips are pursed, and his fingers keep twitching every now and then.

It hits you that he's fighting the temptation to bite his nails to oblivion.

"Megumi," you softly call, bringing him back to you. You hold his gaze, urging him to see the lack of malice. "I'm not breaking up with you."

"You should," he whispers back, a smile subconsciously tugging his lips upon his relief. "But I don't want you to."

You flit your eyes over to the door, waiting to see if anyone's passing by. When you hear no steps, you return to Megumi and press a quick, assuring kiss to his lips.

He flusters, leaning in too late. You've already pulled away.

"I don't want to either," you say, sharing his smile.

This seems to satisfy Megumi, and he relaxes, slumping against the back of his chair. He takes his abandoned pencil back into his hand.

"Well," he says, scooting closer to his desk. "We should actually study now. When's the test again?"

"In two days." You follow his lead, grabbing a highlighter and running it over a segment of the textbook in the pink color you enjoyed most out of Megumi's collection.

Megumi cracks his knuckles, concentrating—for real, this time.

#.rowan recommends!

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2tyongs · 1 year ago

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OMG THANK YALL FOR 500+ NOTES WTF 😭😭

[1:45 AM] nanami thoughts . . .

husband!nanami who takes you to malaysia for your honeymoon and decides that this is where he wants to spend the rest of his days, growing old with you when the two of you retire.

husband!nanami who always lets you tie his tie for him before he goes off to work and making it a habit so the two of you can spend some sort of time together before he leaves in the morning since he can't stay to have breakfast.

husband!nanami who is a workaholic, so you would have to call him to come home every now and then when you first got married (and even when you were engaged), reminding him that his office is not his home.

husband!nanami who now comes home no more than 30 minutes after his shift everyday and hates staying any longer than he needs to because he now has you to look forward to seeing when he comes home. When he gets home he always looks for you first, not even bothering to hang his suit jacket up before he's already calling your name, making a beeline to your shared bedroom.

husband!nanami who loves it when you rub his shoulders gently after he's had a long day, despite the way he always softly tells you "you don't have to do that, love. i'm sure you had just as long of a day as i did. if anything, i should be rubbing your shoulders."

husband!nanami who does the same for you when you've had a long day as well. you got home later than he did and the exhaustion is evident on your face. he knows exactly what you need, which is why he sits/stands behind you and gently places his hands on your shoulders. he starts to massage your shoulders with gentle hands, not wanting to hurt you. husband!nanami who makes the experience as comfortable as possible for you, letting you change out of your work clothes while he pours you a glass of your favorite wine and brings you a snack. he leaves it on the coffee table for you to indulge in whenever you feel like it before beginning his massage when you come back and sit on the couch.

husband!nanami who will never let a day go by without letting you know that he cares for you, no matter what. even if you two are having an argument that may or may not continue even when the two of you are going to bed, he'll always tell you that he loves you before falling sleep.

husband!nanami who loves you more than anything, loving to hold you and kiss you to show you how much you brightened his mundane and work filled life with your beautiful and spontaneous nature, never being able to express it in words to the fullest extent.

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2tyongs · 1 year ago

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starting to finish drafts i've held in the dungeon for 500 years AND thinking abt writing for jjk in the future 🙏🏾

#.rowan says...

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2tyongs · 2 years ago

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apparently you're not supposed to let fear control you 😭 that bitch is at the steering wheel!!!!!

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2tyongs · 2 years ago

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she put her thingy on my whatever until something happens. i guess. idk :/

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2tyongs · 2 years ago

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anything? | jung sungchan

pairing | fwb!jung sungchan x afab!reader you were jealous, but he only ever had eyes for you

warnings | one curse word, suggestive themes, kissing, slight angst (happy ending)

wc | 1.1k (intended lowercase)

you’re mad at him, he’s making it really hard though as he has you stuck facing him with his hands placed firmly on your shoulders. the cold air of his bedroom causes you to shiver as he looks at you, you keep your head down and your arms crossed trying to avoid looking at him at all costs. he trails his hands up your shoulders, his right hand cupping your jaw and the left resting on your neck.

“cmon, tell me what’s wrong baby” he pleads lightly. he cranes his neck and head down under yours and places his lips on yours and you return the kiss. he straightens and brings your head up with him so you’re finally looking up at him, he holds your face in his hands.

“please, tell me” he pleads again. you pause, contemplating whether or not you want to explain yourself. on one hand you feel like you’re overreacting, and on another you know your feelings are completely valid. you bite the skin on your lip as you think of the words to say, you can’t lie to him, he knows you well enough.

“cmon baby you can tell me anything” he pulls you out of your train of thought and you look up into his eyes, and you almost fold, knees almost giving out.

“it’s nothing you need to worry about sungchan, i’ll get over it” you say as you pull back a bit from his hold but he doesn’t relent, in fact he grips onto your shoulders a bit tighter than before. how could you tell him that your stomach turned every time you saw that girl hanging off his arm? how could you bring up the fact that seeing him talk or smile to another girl made your blood boil? how could you ever even confess any of this to him, especially when you weren’t even together? of course you were going to fall in love with him, you knew that when you started fucking him but you ignored your instincts because he was just so cute and you had been crushing on him since you shared english class together last semester.

“y/n, stop zoning out and tell me what’s wrong, we can’t fix anything if you don’t talk to me” he speaks again and you finally push yourself fully out of his grasp.

“i don’t think we should continue this” you say gesturing between you two. you see the look of confusion, hurt, and anger flash over his face all at once. he takes a step toward you as you step back,

“y/n what do you mean, i thought things were going fine?” he says reaching out for your hand, but once again you pull it back. your irritation starts to build because you wish he would just take the hint and let you leave, but you should’ve known he wouldn't let you leave.

“i just can’t keep doing this” you fold your arms over yourself as you turn to walk into the living room.

“you can’t just leave without giving me an explaination y/n tell me what’s wrong, what changed?” he begs as he finally gets a hold of your hand and turns you to face him again. you don’t know when you started crying until he pulls you in

“….no, baby please don’t cry, tell me what’s wrong. i promise i’ll do anything to make you happy again…. just please don’t leave” he says to you, wiping the tears off your flushed cheeks. there’s another long pause before he presses again “y/n.. you can tell me baby i’m here” his other hand reaches to the back of your head, he pulls you into his chest as he cards his fingers through your hair.

you contemplate again, do i run out of his apartment and block him on everything, or just confess and then block him on everything. either way, you couldn't bare the thought of losing him, he’s been everything you could ask for in a man, but he wasn't yours.

“i’m in love with you” you mumble into his chest, you feel him tense as his breath hitches.

“you’re what?” he whispers, still holding you close, you sigh,

“don’t make me say it again” you plead as you look down at your feet

“no, i need to hear you say it again” he says, and this time you tense, you pull back and look up at him,

“what do you mean?” you ask before he’s holding your face and bringing his lips to yours again, walking you back until you’re pressed up against one of the walls in his living room. he finally pulls back, catching his breath,

“please say it again, i need to hear you say it again” he begs you and you finally comply

“im in love with you, sungchan” you hold onto his shirt as he stares at you. he sighs and smiles finally after frowning all evening trying to get you to fess up.

“if you’re going to reject me, just get it over with already” you say looking away from him and at the decor in his living room, you hear him laugh,

“i would never think about rejecting you, i’ve been in love with you since before we even started hooking up, i never wanted our relationship to start the way it did, but being so close to you all the time, i just couldn’t help myself, i can’t control myself when it comes to you, y/n” he says holding your face once again, this time was more special, the way he was looking into your eyes as he poured his heart out to you, did he really mean it? but what about those girls? and what about all the flirting?

“then why were you always flirting with other girls in front of me” you question him, this only deepens his smile as he says

“to get your attention, the mere thought of being or touching anyone other than you makes me feel sick” you roll your eyes at him

“you didn’t have to do that” you frown

“i’m sorry, i shouldn't have done that to you baby but i promise i’ve only ever wanted you” he says, and you swear you can see the truth in his eyes when he tells you.

“let me start over, let me take you out on a nice date, we can try the pottery class you’ve been talking about, and then after we can go to those food stands downtown you’ve been wanting to go to” he says “anything for you, i’ll take you anywhere.”

you smile up at him “anything?”

“anything.”

please do not steal or copy my works! @ningngyu

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