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part one — masterlist content warnings profanities, emo jisung, emo sion, everyones emo in this one except jaemin, cute dates (BOOO COUPLES BOOO), reader is kinda mean and direct at the end but its #justified word count 6.7k including texts notes part 2!!!! im here!!!!!! i literally said i would post this tmr or saturday but i couldnt wait orz as always not proofread but i hope u still enjoy reading :D comments/reblogs are greaaatly appreciated. ayukas and jision will love u 4eva. also (plz) let me know whos ending u would like to read first! hehe taglist @renjunsversion @ddolbyong @f6llsun @egojo1st @sungbites @nonverdolly @strwberie @blondemrk @chenlezip @markkiatocafe @stqrgr7 @jisungji @taroddori @haeriaes @kukkurookkoo @polarisjisung @dudekiss3r @dejundesign @uncasings @sweetpinkblueberry @spacejip @yushiela @insbread @t-102 @haelvrty @pl4netx1a @ballsa420 @sunghoonsgfreal @rksbae @lemondetox

i dont seem to be having any effect now

falling all over the place

it took jisung two days to work up the nerve.

not because he didnt want to apologise to you—he did. badly. the guilt gnawed at him—sharp, relentless, alive. clawing at the edges of every passing hour. but every time he thought about facing you again—about the way hed looked at you like a stranger, or the way hed shut the door not just on your conversation, but on everything that tied you together—he froze.

you hadnt deserved that. you hadnt even raised your voice. all youd done was try. try to understand, try to help two dumb best friends fix whatever theyd lost.

and hed thrown that effort back in your face with nothing but bitterness and slammed doors.

so when he finally stood in front of your dorm, hoodie pulled low and hands buried deep in his sleeves, it felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff. his heartbeat was loud in his ears, echoing every awful thing hed told himself in the days since. she doesnt want to see you. she wont ever forgive you. she hates you.

he knocked anyway. once, then twice.

no answer.

he swallowed. was this how it felt for you that day? the silence? the hesitation? the weight of not knowing if the person behind the door still cared?

he raised his fist again—

and the door opened.

you stood there, blinking in surprise, a towel hung loosely around your neck, hair still a little damp. you looked tired. pretty. what was he here for again?

his throat dried up instantly. "...hi."

you didnt respond right away and he saw the flash of wariness in your eyes. the memory of that night still lived there. of course it did. hed put it there.

"i was just about to go to bed," you said softly. not cold. not angry. just… tired. like this conversation was a weight you hadnt wanted to carry tonight.

"i know." jisung shifted his weight, biting the inside of his cheek. "i just—can i talk to you? just for a second. please?"

you held his gaze for a moment longer. he didnt know what you were looking for—a crack in his voice? a sign that this wasnt just guilt talking? but whatever it was, something in you softened and you stepped aside without a word.

"im sorry," he said as soon as the door closed behind him. his voice cracked, just a little. "i was a dick—a complete fucking asshole, actually."

you looked at him, unblinking. waiting.

"i shouldnt have shut you out. shouldnt have told you to leave. you were only trying to help, and i acted like—like you were the enemy or something. that wasnt fair." he ran a hand through his hair, eyes dropping to the floor. "i was angry. at sion. at myself. at... everything. but i took it out on you. and im sorry."

your expression didnt shift right away. that made sense. he hadnt come here to be forgiven in five seconds.

but eventually, you exhaled—a slow, heavy breath—and sat down on the edge of your couch, gesturing faintly for him to do the same.

so he did. carefully. like even the cushion might reject him.

"you were upset. i get it." you said after a beat. "but it sucked. big time. i thought you hated me."

"i dont!" he said quickly, voice jumping up a few octaves. "i dont. i was just—just overwhelmed. i know that doesnt make it okay though."

there was another pause. then, quietly, you nodded. "okay."

not everything was fixed. the ache still lingered. but you didnt move away when he shifted slightly and sat closer to you.

and that was something.

that night, you both stayed there longer than either of you expected. no deep talks. no emotional confessions. just soft silences and the occasional half-hearted joke.

by the time jisung left, it felt like the door was slightly more open than before.

and that was enough.

the days that followed, however, were strange.

maybe it was guilt. maybe it was yushis annoying voice still echoing in his head—help him out. let her choose.

but jisung found himself stepping back. gently. quietly. almost unnoticed.

it started with the little things.

and he absolutely wanted to. he was free. painfully, completely free. bored, even.

when he saw you later that evening, you told him you went anyway with sion. just the two of you. you looked happy.

he smiled like it didnt sting.

it kept happening. like a couple days later when you asked if he wanted to watch the new horror movie that just came out. you knew he hated horror movies—loved making a show of being terrified, even more than the actual scares—but he always said yes anyway.

jisung had already downloaded the movie. already picked snacks.

he made it casual. effortless. he didnt push so much as gently nudge. every word was weighted with intention, every excuse crafted like a bridge.

and every time the two of you ended up spending time together, jisung told himself it was fine. he was making up for his mistakes. he was doing the right thing.

but there were moments—tiny, fleeting ones—when hed check his phone after, open your chat, and type something only to backspace it all.

he kept deleting words he wanted to say.

he kept smiling through the ache in his chest.

it was a week later when sion finally cornered him.

in the hallway. after dance practice. no one else around.

jisung turned the corner and nearly dropped his bottle at the sight of sion standing there waiting with his arms crossed.

"jesus—"

"whats wrong with you?"

jisung blinked. "…huh?"

sions stare was flat. "dont play dumb, park."

"i dont know what youre talking about…?"

"oh, you know exactly what im talking about."

"every time yn asks to hang out, you vanish. and then she ends up with me. its like fucking clockwork."

"maybe she just likes hanging out with you," jisung mumbled, eyes darting.

"she invited you."

"…coincidence?"

"jisung."

fuck.

"okay!" jisung snapped, louder than intended. "okay, yeah, maybe ive been... sorta setting you up. a little. kinda."

sion looked like someone had just handed him a puzzle piece he didnt ask for.

"…what? why?"

jisungs shoulders slumped. the hallway felt too quiet.

"because, i can tell that youre serious about her, sion. because you backed off for me, even when you were serious. and i—fuck, you were trying to be the bigger person, and i figured maybe i should too."

sion didnt say anything. he just looked at him. long and unreadable.

"…so what? youre trying to play matchmaker now?"

jisung laughed—tired and bitter. "i guess."

a silence stretched between them. neither of them moved.

then, finally, sion said quietly, "yushi gave you this advice, didnt he?"

jisung cracked a smile.

"you dont have to do this, you know."

"i know." jisungs smile faltered, his voice cracking.

he didnt say it, but it was there—in the quiet between them.

im doing this because i care about you too.because im afraid if i dont do this ill lose you. the both of you.

sion nodded slowly. then he stepped back, as if letting the moment settle.

and just like that, something shifted.

later that week, the group had met up for late-night ramen. the shop was warm with laughter, the air filled with steam and spice. jisung was the last to arrive, brushing raindrops from his hoodie as he stepped inside.

he paused at the threshold of the small restaurant, eyes scanning for an open seat—only to see you already tucked beside sion, shoulders bumping gently, your hand resting beside his on the bench like it always belonged there, laughing about something yushi had said.

jisung lingered at the doorway for a beat too long. long enough to be noticed.

sion glanced up.

their eyes met.

for a second, just a second, sions smile faltered. he looked at jisung like he was waiting for something—permission, maybe. a sign.

and jisung gave it.

a quick, short nod.

the kind you give when youre trying to be brave.

then he smiled.

not because he felt happy.

but because he was trying.

and even if trying hurt, it had to be enough.

we get back to my house

your hands, my mouth

it started subtly—so subtly, in fact, that neither of you said the word aloud.

not once.

no label. no announcement. no confessions whispered under streetlights. just a quiet, unspoken shift. a soft click in the way your lives began to orbit closer—the distance once held like a shield now folding into something... warmer.

it wasnt dating.

not officially.

but sion had made a choice.

he took the chance jisung gave him—not as a guilt-ridden gift, but as a promise. a promise that if someone was going to love you the way you deserved, he wouldnt waste the opening.

so he started showing up.

started trying.

he walked you home more often now. waited for you after your classes, his figure leaning against the brick wall with earbuds lazily tucked in and one hand jammed in his pocket.

sometimes, girls he used to flirt with would pass by—old numbers in his phone, past flings who knew him by smirks and fleeting compliments—but he barely looked up. a few would approach, laughter in their tone and a hint of something familiar in their eyes, but he shut them down each time with a polite nod or a simple, "im waiting for someone." and he was. you. not just as an excuse. as a truth. because lately, he didnt want to entertain anyone else. not when he knew youd come walking out that door soon.

his change was a slow realisation for you.

youd always known sion as the boy who could charm a room with one smile. the one who kept things casual and playful, never serious. youd seen him lean against lockers, grinning down at girls whose names he never really remembered. youd rolled your eyes at his flirtations, shrugged off the winks and overly-smooth lines he tossed around like candy.

but lately?

lately, you noticed him pull away.

a girl from your shared elective had once been glued to his side. you watched her approach him again by the vending machines one afternoon, all glossy lips and hopeful glances. but sion didnt lean in. didnt smile the way he used to. he just shook his head gently and walked away—eyes already searching for you across the field.

you didnt say anything about it.

but something fluttered in your chest.

sion noticed the little things.

he remembered how you liked your drinks, the way your nose scrunched when something was too sweet or too sour. the way your voice softened when you were tired but didnt want to say goodbye. the way you preferred to walk on the left side, just out of instinct.

he adjusted for you without needing to be asked.

once, he showed up outside your class with your favourite drink. he didnt say much, just handed it over with a barely-there brush of his fingers and a half-smile that curled like a secret only he and you shared.

you drank it during lecture. smiled like an idiot.

there was another day when he texted you.

you ended up at the night market.

it wasnt fancy. extremely spontaneous. but it was soft.

he bought you a steamed bun without asking, pulled you back from a puddle before you stepped in it. you teased him for fussing. he rolled his eyes and nudged your shoulder. he let his fingers linger a little too long against yours when you passed him the giant cup of watermelon juice.

it wasnt flashy.

it didnt need to be.

you laughed at the way he bickered with the vendor over 500 won. he laughed at the way you irked your nose at candied squid. he kept looking at you like he couldnt believe you were really there with him.

"i forgot how fun this is," you said, mouth full of sweet pancake.

"being with me?" he asked, teasing.

you rolled your eyes. "being like this."

he went quiet. just for a second. then, "...yeah. me too."

and then, there were the smaller moments. soft snapshots you didnt realise were adding up to something more.

him offering his jacket when it got cold.

you keeping it on even after the shivers stopped.

him holding your wrist lightly as he pulled you through a crowded walkway.

his hand not falling away once you made it through.

the way he brushed your hair back once—so gently, like he didnt trust himself to do more.

the way he stopped asking if you wanted to see him and started saying, "meet me after class."

and you never said no.

you started looking forward to his messages. started lingering beside him longer when the rest of your friends had already walked ahead. you noticed how his laugh softened when you were the one who caused it. how his eyes always found you first in a crowd.

and slowly, you found yourself falling into rhythm with him. not in leaps or dizzying speed—but in small, sweet steps. a comfort you hadnt expected. a presence that stayed.

one evening, you found yourselves at a small park near campus. hed bought a melon soda for himself, a strawberry one for you. you both sat on the swings even though you barely swung at all.

"why now?" you asked softly, eyes watching the sky turn from pale blue to bruised violet.

"hm?"

you glanced at him. “you. us. why now?”

sion exhaled. thought for a moment. then said, "because i finally stopped being scared of the answer."

your breath caught. he met your gaze, calm and steady.

"and because i wanted to."

"ive always wanted to."

you looked away first, heart loud in your ears.

"im glad," you said.

he bumped his shoulder gently into yours.

"so am i."

meanwhile, jisung continued to keep his distance. he still showed up, of course. still texted back. still made the group laugh with dumb jokes and teasing comments, even if he laughed a little less than he used to.

because what else could he do?

hed chosen this. chosen to be the friend. the friend who handed over a piece of his heart and never asked for it back.

he told himself he was fine.

he told himself he was proud of sion.

he told himself you looked happy.

and that had to be enough.

…right?

now i just stop myself around you

sion didnt mean to pull away.

it wasnt calculated. wasnt planned. it wasnt even something he noticed—at least not at first.

but love, when laced with fear, is a fragile thing. always trembling, always waiting to break.

and fear had always lived inside him like a ghost in the walls—quiet until you truly listened, and harmless until you felt it breathing down your neck.

it happened slowly. like dusk bleeding into night.

one day, he just stopped replying to your texts right away. another, he missed your call and didnt think to call back. the next, he cancelled on your date—again.

you told yourself it was nothing.

but nothing doesnt make your chest ache.

nothing doesnt feel like being quietly unloved.

of course, he still messaged you. still showed up outside your lecture halls sometimes. still sent you dumb selfies when he was hanging out with yushi or jisung, still bought you your favourite drink if he happened to pass a cafe that reminded him of you. but it came with delays now. with longer pauses between texts. with vague reasons for not walking you home. with quiet excuses like, "something came up at home," "im hanging out with the guys today," "ill call you later to catch up."

you told yourself not to overthink. that everyone got busy sometimes.

but you felt it.

the distance.

and sion felt it too. not the space between your bodies—he still saw you. still held your hand when he remembered to reach for it. but there was a wall building in his chest, and no matter how much he wanted to ignore it, it kept rising, brick by brick, built from every echo of doubt, every whispered fear.

the closer you got, the louder his thoughts became.

shes going to leave once she remembers who i really am.

she deserves someone better. someone who isnt going to mess everything up.

youre not cut out for this. youre going to ruin it just like you always do.

and it wasnt fair.

because for once, he really wanted to try.

but sion didnt know how to hold something precious without flinching. without waiting for it to fall apart in his hands. and so, almost without meaning to, he began to sabotage it.

he started cancelling on you more often.

hed text last minute—"sorry cant make it"—without offering a reason. sometimes he wouldnt text at all. sometimes youd get ready, waiting by the door, only to realise half an hour had passed and he hadnt shown up.

he told himself he was protecting you from the worst parts of him. that if he made you drift, you wouldnt hate him when things went wrong.

but it still hurt you.

and that hurt him more than he could admit.

but the worst part? the parties.

you werent always there—but others were. other people. other girls. girls who used to be part of his past. girls who still laughed too loudly around him. who leaned too close, their perfume clinging to his jacket. he never flirted—not like before. but he also didnt push them away. he didnt try to stop the rumors that started circling again. and maybe it wasnt on purpose. but that didnt make it any less painful when people started asking you stuff like—"hey, i thought you and sion were…?" or "wasnt he just with that girl at haechans party?"

you kept defending him.

until you couldnt.

it all came to a head one rainy tuesday afternoon.

you hadnt heard from sion in three days. not a text. not even a "sorry" after missing your movie night—the one he asked for.

and you sat in your dorm, your thumb hovering over your phone, trying to tell yourself that this wasnt what it looked like.

that he wouldnt just ghost you.

that he cared.

that hes changed.

but your heart was starting to ache with the weight of all the almosts.

so, you did what you hadnt done in weeks.

you messaged your best friend.

jisung met you at the usual bench near the student union—fluffy hair swaying through the wind, one hand tucked into his pocket as he played with his phone. when he saw your face, however, his sweet smile faded. you didnt even have to say anything, just sat down beside him, knees barely brushing, the quiet between you heavier than usual.

jisung tilted his head. "are you okay?"

you swallowed, eyes burning. "its sion."

his name still tasted like something hopeful on your tongue. but less so than before.

"hes been… off. distant. cancelling on me, not replying my texts, just…" you shook your head, your voice cracking. "and i keep pretending its okay. that maybe hes just busy or stressed. but i think—i know, hes pulling away. i think hes leaving, and i dont know why."

jisung went very still.

you wiped at your eyes quickly. "was i stupid to think this would work? that he really wanted this?"

"no—no," jisungs voice was soft, firm. “you werent stupid.”

he looked down at his shoes, quiet for a long moment. then said, "sometimes people run because theyre scared. not because you did anything wrong."

you looked at him, surprised. "you think hes scared?"

"i know he is." jisung exhaled. "sions always been scared of things that feel real. that was why we fought a few months back. well kinda. hes not used to it. doesnt think he deserves it. so he pushes it away before it can leave him first."

the words sank in slow, bitter.

"but i dont want to leave," you whispered.

"i know." he said gently.

across campus, sion stared at your name glowing on his screen like a scar.

he couldnt bring himself to open your texts.

couldnt face what hed done.

the guilt sat heavy on his ribs, like a weight he couldnt breathe around. he thought back to the way youd smiled at him at the swings. the way youd said "im glad."

"what the hells wrong with me?" he muttered, voice hoarse.

he stood alone on the rooftop of the arts building—where no one could hear the way he hated on himself. the city stretched below him, cold and uncaring. and all he could think about was how he was ruining it. ruining you.

you deserved someone better.

he told himself that again.

because maybe if he said it enough, it would justify the way he was hurting you now.

but deep down, he knew.

there were no justifications.

just fear.

just him.

always him.

i guess ill never learn

cause i stay another hour or two

"yn, you have to come! this party was made for you. please please please please please please—"

jaemins voice cut through the buzz of the busy campus courtyard as you tried to ignore his enthusiastic pleas. he bounced in front of you, all energy and wide eyes, grin wide enough to be contagious, and hands gripping your shoulders as if you might disappear if he let go.

"i dont know, jaem," you said, half-heartedly trying to pull away. "ive got a lot on my mind—"

"nope, no excuses. youre coming," jaemin interrupted, shaking his head like he was sizing you up for a challenge. "its been so long since youve had fun, yn. this is your chance to finally let go! destress! whatever." he grinned wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "come on! you know youll have a good time. im the host."

you sighed, rolling your eyes as you tried to pull away again, but jaemins grip only tightened, pulling you closer to him. that was when you realised he wasnt going to give up. your best friend was determined, and you did need a break, even if it meant stepping out of your comfort zone, away from the mess of your tangled thoughts.

"fine," you said reluctantly, raising your hands in mock surrender. "but only because you look like youre one breath away from begging."

jaemins face immediately lit up. "i knew youd come around!" he gave you a one-armed hug before pulling out his phone and texting you the details.

as you watched his sparkly eyes type down the details of his party for you, you stood there for a moment, feeling a tug of uncertainty. you hadnt planned to go out, not when everything with sion felt like it was unraveling. you hadnt heard from him properly in days, and the distance between you felt like a chasm widening with every passing moment. but jaemin was right—it had been a long time since you let yourself have fun. this was your chance to let go. even if it was just for a night.

hours later, you stood in front of your mirror, staring at your reflection. minjeong had already made it clear that you werent leaving the house looking like heartbreak incarnate, so when shed grabbed you earlier, shed forced you into an impromptu makeover.

her hands had been quick as she picked out an outfit—an off shoulder black dress that cut off just above your knees and flowed gently around your figure, paired with a simple, delicate silver necklace that caught the light every time you moved.

"youre going to have fun tonight," minjeong had insisted as she worked on your hair, her voice calm, but full of determination. "youre going to be surrounded by good friends, good vibes, and you deserve to forget about whatever youve been thinking for just a little while."

you hadnt fought her on it. because deep down, you knew she was right. you did need to escape.

"are you sure this isnt too much?" you asked, nervously fiddling with the edge of the dress.

minjeong just smiled, smoothing the strands of your hair. "baby, you could wear a trash bag and still turn heads. trust me, you look perfect."

with a final nod of approval from her, you finally left the safety of your room, your heart a little heavier than it shouldve been. jaemins party wasnt just an escape for you—it was a break from the slow undoing of everything youd been holding onto. you didnt know how it would feel, but you couldnt keep waiting for things to just fall back into place on their own.

by the time you arrived at jaemin’s house, the party was already in full swing. music thumped in the background, voices echoed in a way that told you everyone was already a little tipsy, and the flashing lights in the living room created a psychedelic haze. jaemin had a knack for throwing parties like this—unpredictable, little wild, and always loud enough to drown out any lingering thoughts.

jaemin spotted you immediately after you, a wide grin spreading across his face. "yn! you made it!" he rushed over, his arms open for a hug before pulling you into the crowd. you smiled, but the knot of unease in your stomach never loosened

"you look amazing," he said, his voice low as he pulled back to take in your outfit.

you could feel the compliments roll off your shoulders, but the buzz of the crowd made everything feel a bit muffled. you were trying not to think about sion, not to let the situation ruin the night. but no matter how hard you tried to focus on jaemins energy, your thoughts kept returning to the feeling of not having sion beside you. the space between you had become too noticeable.

"im really glad youre here," jaemin continued, leading you toward the kitchen. "you want a drink? something to help you relax?" he was clearly eager to get you into the party mood.

you shook your head, though the offer was tempting. you were already feeling the familiar ache, and you didnt want to add alcohol to the mix. jaemin, however, handed you a drink anyways, going on about how the cool liquid could be your comfort against the heat of the crowd.

"and hey—dont worry about sion," jaemin said suddenly, his voice quieter now as he leaned in, an almost too knowing expression crossing his face. "i know you two have been… rocky lately, but im sure itll get better."

you froze, your heart skipping a beat. "what do you mean?"

he just shrugged, still grinning, but it didnt quite reach his eyes. "you know how he gets sometimes. just, dont let him pull you down tonight, okay?"

you opened your mouth to ask him more, but before you could, jaemin was pulled away by a friend calling for him across the room. you were left standing there, the words hanging in the air, unanswered.

you tried to forget what jaemin said, tried to lose yourself in the party, tried to focus on the music, the laughter, and the familiar faces. but it wasnt long before you spotted sion across the room. his presence always seemed to pull you in like gravity.

you wanted to look away, to focus on something else, but you couldnt.

he was surrounded a small crowd of people, laughing along with them, looking carefree in a way that only made the distance between you two feel more suffocating. his laugh rang out above the others, and you could feel the sting of it—the way it seemed effortless for him, while you were just trying not to fall apart.

and then you saw her.

a girl, one you easily recognised from his past, her arm resting casually over sions waist. you watched, heart pounding, as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear, her fingers brushing against his shirt. you told yourself to look away, to focus on anything else, but your body wouldnt listen. your chest tightened, your breath catching as you watched them.

a kiss.

it was brief, just a light peck on the lips, but it was enough to send shockwaves through your body. the music around you seemed to fade away, replaced by the rush of blood in your ears.

you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, tried to make yourself breathe, but the hurt was too sharp, too fresh. the final straw. you hadnt expected it, but you couldnt ignore it.

as sion pulled back, you saw the way he looked around, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes met yours. but there was no sign of recognition, no apology, just an innocent glance before his attention shifted back to the girl infront of him.

you had seen enough.

you didnt know when you started walking away from the party, but before you could think it through, you were out the door, your heart pounding in your chest. your mind was still reeling from the sight, and it wasnt until jisung found you in the driveway that you realised youd been holding your breath.

"yn?" his voice was soft, concerned. "hey, hey, are you okay? whats wrong?"

you couldnt answer, not without giving in to the tears that had started to well in your eyes. instead, you just shook your head, letting him guide you away from the noise, away from everything that hurt.

you know i cant be found with you

the night split open like a wound.

you dont remember how you left the party. not really. everything after the kiss was a blur—faces spinning in slow motion, the blood rushing in your ears louder than the music, your breath catching somewhere between your ribs.

you just remembered turning—away from sion, away from the girl wrapped around him.

from the way her hands curled into his shirt, the way his mouth met hers like it didnt matter, like you hadnt been standing a few steps away with your heart in your hands.

you didnt cry.

not there. not yet.

maybe because part of you wasnt surprised. maybe because the ache had been building for weeks and now it had finally broken.

maybe because the moment his lips touched hers, it all just… clicked.

he was never going to change. he was never going to choose you the way you wanted.

you pushed through the crowd without saying goodbye. not to minjeong, not to jaemin—not even to yushi, who called your name from the kitchen. your legs carried you to the front door on autopilot, but the weight in your chest made it hard to breathe, harder still to walk.

thats when jisung found you.

you didnt know if hed seen. if someone had told him, or if he just knew from the way your expression cracked like ice underfoot. but he didnt say anything. he just appeared, slipping into step beside you like he always did.

like he always had.

you didnt speak as he led you off the driveway, didnt stop him when his hand gently touched the small of your back, guiding you down the sidewalk, into the night.

he didnt ask you any questions. he didnt pry or press for answers you werent ready to give. instead, he just walked beside you, letting the silence stretch between you.

but this silence was different.

it wasnt heavy.

wasnt suffocating.

it was... safe.

it was jisung.

the walk home was colder than usual. you tugged your sleeves over your hands, letting the fabric cover your shaking fingers. your shoes clicked against the pavement with each step, but even that sound felt muffled.

muted.

like your heart.

you exhaled sharply, blinking up at the night sky as if the stars could offer answers. "i dont know what im doing."

jisung hummed softly beside you. "with sion?"

you swallowed, throat tight, and nodded.

he let out a small sigh, kicking at a stray pebble on the sidewalk. "you dont have to figure it out all at once, you know."

"thats the thing." your voice wavered. "i feel like i already have. i feel like hes already made his choice, and i just—i just didnt want to accept it."

jisung stopped walking.

you turned to look at him, only to find him staring at you with an unreadable expression. the streetlight cast a faint glow over his features, softening the sharp lines of his jaw, the flicker of something deep in his eyes.

"but what about you?" he asked quietly.

your breath hitched.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean..." he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "sions not the only one who gets to make choices, you know. you get to choose, too."

the words sank in slow, like rain soaking through cotton. something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. jisung had always been there—always the one to make you laugh, always the one to offer comfort without asking for anything in return.

but now, there was no humor in his voice. just quiet sincerity.

and suddenly, you realised something.

jisung had been waiting.

waiting for you to see him.

waiting for you to realise that maybe—just maybe—he could be the one to hold you together instead of the one who kept watching you fall apart.

the weight of the past few weeks pressed down on you all at once.

and for the first time, you let yourself lean into it.

later that night, jisung stood outside his dorm with his phone in hand, the screen glowing with one name—sion.

he stared at it for a long time. thinking of the way your voice cracked as you told him what had been going on with you and sion. the kiss. thinking of the way you looked when you said, "i think hes already made his choice."

and then he pressed call.

the line rang once.

twice.

then—

"what?" sions voice, low and guarded, filtered through the speaker.

"you free right now?" jisung asked, his tone light, but not playful.

a pause.

"…why?"

"we need to talk."

they met outside the 24-hour convenience store across campus thirty minutes later.

sion leaned against the wall, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, eyes shadowed by his fringe. he looked tired. like guilt had carved out a place behind his ribs and made a home there.

jisung didnt waste time.

"she told me you kissed someone else."

sion flinched. didnt deny it.

jisungs jaw tightened. "why?"

"i dont know," sion muttered, voice barely audible. "it just happened."

“bullshit,” jisung snapped, stepping closer. “things like that dont "just happen," sion. you knew what you were doing."

sions shoulders curled inward. "i didnt think shed be there."

"thats not the point."

silence. then sion laughed bitterly. "what do you want me to say, ji? that you were right about me from the very start? that im a fuck-up? that i ruined everything even though you so nicely gave me the chance to be with her?"

jisung looked at him for a long moment, eyes sharp, voice quieter when he finally spoke again.

"i dont want you to say anything."

"i want you to stop running."

sion stilled.

"youre scared," jisung continued. "i get it. hell, i know you better than you know yourself. but if you keep pushing her away because you think shes better off without you—then youll lose her. for real. not because she walked, but because you shoved her out the door."

sion looked down, his breath coming shallow. "you think i dont know that?"

"then act like it."

another pause.

then jisungs voice dropped, quiet but firm. "she deserves to hear it. everything. you owe her that much."

for crying out loud,

settle down!

the air was heavy—cloying, as if the sky itself was holding its breath. the world moved in slow motion around you, footsteps blurred across the pavement, headlights shimmered by in glances of gold and silver. distant chatter floated by like static, all of it too far away to matter.

sion stood just outside your dorm building, hoodie drawn over his head, fingers twitching at the hem of his sleeves like he didnt know what to do with himself. you almost walked past him. almost kept going, because it hurt too much to see him. to see that familiar slouch of his shoulders, that same mouth that had once kissed your forehead now curled tight with words he still hadnt said.

but you stopped.

because no matter how much it hurt, you needed to hear it. you needed to know. even if it was going to break you.

"sion."

he looked up, startled—like he hadnt expected you to actually show. like hed been hoping and dreading it all at once.

his eyes met yours, and for a second, just a second, the rest of the world fell away.

you could still see the boy you used to believe in.

and that hurt most of all.

he opened his mouth like he wanted to speak. like maybe hed rehearsed this moment a hundred times. but no sound came out.

you raised your eyebrows slightly. "go ahead."

he looked down at the ground. "i—idont know what to say."

"then whyd you even ask me to come?" you asked, voice sharp but quiet.

he fidgeted again, that same anxious pull at his sleeve. "because i… i didnt want it to end like that."

you laughed, bitter. "you mean with you kissing someone else?"

his head snapped up. "it didnt mean anything."

you stared at him. "maybe thats what hurts most. it didnt mean anything. and you still did it."

sion took a step forward, then stopped himself. his hands were clenched now, balled into fists at his sides. "i didnt know you were there."

"so if i hadnt seen it, would you have told me?"

he didnt answer.

and that was your answer.

you nodded, swallowing around the lump forming in your throat. "you know what the worst part is?"

he looked at you, guilt etched into the corners of his mouth.

"youve never even kissed me," you whispered.

silence.

"weve had our moments, sion. so many moments. and you always stopped yourself. do you know how many times i thought maybe—maybe you just didnt like me like that? that maybe it was all in my head?"

he stepped forward again, desperation blooming in his expression. "no! it wasnt like that at all. i didn’t kiss you because—because you werent just someone to me. youre not just some girl i can kiss and walk away from."

your eyes burned. "but you kissed her."

he froze.

"so what does that make me?"

he opened his mouth, and this time, the words tumbled out—like hed been choking on them back for far too long. "i was scared, okay? ive never felt like this before. with you—its different. you make me feel like i could be someone better. and that terrifies me."

"you think thats an excuse?"

"no," he said, quieter now. "its not. i just... i didnt know how to be enough for you."

the confession lingered in the air between you. heavy. raw.

"you didnt have to be perfect, sion," you said, voice shaking. "you just had to choose me."

he looked like he might cry. or scream. or run.

but he did none of those things.

he just stood there.

frozen.

silent.

still.

and that was the thing about sion, wasnt it?

he never could decide.

and god, you were so tired of waiting for him to.

your chest ached. your voice came quieter now, but no softer.

"so what now, sion?"

he flinched.

you tilted your head, eyes burning. "are you finally ready to stop running from me? from us?"

you stepped forward once. a beat. then the final blow.

"to settle down?"

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Bus or Truck || Oh Sion

summary: in which the thirst message that you wrote about your classmate accidentally gets sent to his best friend instead of yours

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chapter 1 ! fated (written, 2.3k words)

content warning — lots of cussing, this is set in a bar so alcohol/getting drunk/drinking is all mentioned, once again taesan is an asshole ex, i lowkey suck at writing so this might be hot garbage, timestamps are irrelevant

this was a horrible idea.

you knew it as soon as you walked into club rocko’s only to spot your ex, taesan, on the dance floor with the girl he cheated on you with.

ningning reassured you that it wasn’t a big deal, but the sight made your vision go red. you needed to escape. you made your way through the sea of sweaty bodies towards the bar, collapsing onto an empty stool next to a guy with black, disheveled hair, sporting a denim jacket and grey sweats.

you slammed your card down onto the bar top, catching the bartender’s attention. “2 shots of vodka please.”

the bartender nodded and left to grab your drinks. as you waited, your gaze fell to the boy right next to you. in his hand, a neon green drink.

“excuse me, what are you drinking?”

he whipped his head to look at you, startled. without saying a word, he pointed at the menu in front of you. your eyes followed suit of his finger, eyes scanning the name of the drink.

“two shots of vodka for you,” the bartender returned and announced, setting down the shot cups in front of you.

“thanks,” you said, forcing a smile. “and can i get what he’s drinking too?”

concerned, the bartender glanced at the boy, as if asking for approval. the boy just shrugged, and the bartender nodded.

when he left to make you your new drink, you immediately downed one of the shots. you reached for the second one, but before you could properly grab it, the boy beside you spoke.

“i think you should slow down.” his voice was quiet, a soft murmur underneath the club’s blaring music. you could barely hear him, only properly making out his words by reading his lips.

“i understand the concern, but i have no intentions of remembering tonight.” you remarked, the burn of the last shot still stinging in your throat.

“bad day?” he asked. tokuno yushi wasn’t known to talk much. perhaps it was the alcohol.

you scoffed, downing another shot. “no, bad life.”

yushi only hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. his attention quickly shifted back to his drink, his finger idly tapping the side of his almost empty glass. your index finger reached out to tap his shoulder, wanting to continue the conversation.

“not that you asked but, do you see that guy over there?” you turned around to point at taesan and the girl, “that’s my ex, and that’s the girl he cheated on me with.”

yushi followed your gaze, only looking at taesan for a moment “oh,” he frowned, “i’m sorry.”

“it’s whatever.”

the bartender returned with your blue drink. you paid, and without wasting any time, you took your first sip.

“so tell me, why are you alone here sitting all cute and pretty?” you asked.

“my stupid friends dragged me here.”

“don’t call them stupid,” you laughed, taking another sip. “at least they wanted you here.”

he didn’t say anything to that. the silence felt heavy as your words hung in the air. you regretted what you said—why did you say that? why isn’t he saying anything? he probably doesn’t even want to talk to you anymore. just as you reached for your drink again, almost sure that the conversation was dead this time, he was the one to continue.

“you’re right,” he nodded, “i guess this is just not my scene. as corny as that sounds.”

“what?” you scoffed. “let me guess, you’d rather be home right now, but your friends dragged you out here to beat the lame loser allegations.”

his jaw dropped slightly as he turned to look at you, “read me like a book.”

“no way, really?” you grinned, face lit up in excitement.

you both took another sip of your drinks when you spotted a familiar silhouette getting closer to you from the corner of your eyes. sensing the lurking evil that was your ex-boyfriend, you quickly leaned down to whisper something in yushi’s ear, “weird ask, but my ex is walking towards us right now, can you cause a diversion?”

“definitely not a weird ask.” without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your stool. you let him lead the way to the crowd on the dance floor, losing taesan somewhere behind you. but he didn’t stop there. he kept going, guiding you into a stairwell in the corner of the bar. your heart pounded—pretty boy? secluded staircase?

the two of you reached the top of the staircase, and the door opened to reveal the club’s empty rooftop patio. the city skyline stretched before you, the night sky littered with stars.

he let go of your hand and stared at you with admiration as you took it all in.

“sorry, did i scare you?” he asked.

“a little,” you remarked, eyes still glued to the sky, “but no—this is great, thank you.”

he sat down at a bench near the edge, a place that seemed familiar to him. this was where he found solace whenever his friends dragged him to the club. he was never one to actually participate in the festivities. you noticed this and followed suit, taking a seat next to him.

your eyes that were once admiring the sky were now admiring him—the random boy from the bar. then, seemingly out of nowhere, the world began to spin ever so slightly.

you let out a groan as you rubbed your temples. “those drinks are getting to me.”

“to be fair, i did try to stop you.”

“well you didn’t try hard enough,” you chuckled, slurring your words ever so slightly.

he reached over, gently guiding your head to rest against his shoulder. a kind gesture, one that made your heart flutter despite all the alcohol scrambling your thoughts. it reminded you of taesan, how he took care of you when you were drunk. how, the last time you were drunk, he snuck off to meet her. this revelation made your throat tighten up and eyes water. scared of what yushi’s reaction may be, your hands reached up to cover your face.

he hummed, “hey, you okay?” his voice was gentle, like the warm embrace of a hug.

you hesitated in answering the question, thinking your answer might be too forward, but you continued anyways. “be honest with me, am i stupid for still missing my ex?” the alcohol was obviously turning your thoughts into mush, but there was no stopping it now.

“i mean,” you continued, not even giving the boy a chance to speak, “we were together for four years and we broke up months ago. my friends brought me here to forget about him but since i have the worst luck in the world of course he’s here too! then i saw you at the bar and i thought—holy shit he’s cute—but then he started walking towards us and everything came rushing back and now i’m a complete emotional wreck!” your words spilled out one after the other, “i mean, he said he was sorry for cheating on me so i should just text him and forgive him, right?” everything came out a jumbled, drunken mess that yushi could barely process. the tears came after, your vision blurring as they spilled out.

after giving you some time to recollect, yushi replied. “but he cheated on you! don’t text him back.”

“he was sorry!”

he scoffed, “he’s sorry he got caught. he’s not sorry he cheated on you.” yushi wiped a tear from your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. “you deserve better than that asshole. you’re beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you.”

the air shifted as the words hung in between the two of you. he didn’t mean to say that, but in the heat of the moment it spilled out. he was hoping that you hadn’t noticed, but you did. his voice laced with rage, the pounding of his heartbeat picking up. it made your heart race too.

you pulled your head away from his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. you nod your head ever so slightly and avoid his eyes. you couldn’t look at him—you were too embarassed, too vulnerable.

“let’s change the topic. can we talk about you?” you said, the words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to change the subject.

“we don’t have to.”

“no, please. i want to,” you pleaded. “let’s talk about why you, the most handsome guy ive ever seen in my life, is talking to me—some no life loser who cant stop crying over her ex.”

yushi just chuckled, flattered yet flustered by your words. his cheeks turned various rosy hues, and his lips curved upwards into a proud smile. you looked at him with a playful side eye, wondering why he hadn’t replied yet. “flustered?” you asked, eyes still shimmering from the tears before.

“i think you’re speaking too highly of me,” he stammered, trying to hide his nervousness.

“lies.” you nudged him playfully, causing him to sway slightly. “people are lined up to get you, but you don’t want them. why?”

“no they are not,” he scoffed, “i just… haven’t found the one yet.”

you hummed in response, but before you could say anything else, your phone began to buzz.

you fumbled through your purse, but when the buzzing finally stopped, you gave up and turned to yushi with a soft smile. “that was probably my friends trying to find out where i am. but before i leave, can you promise me this?” you held up your pinky. “when you find ‘the one,’ you go for her. you don’t hesitate and you let her know that you want to be with her.”

he chuckled, interlocking his pinky with yours. “promise me this too. don’t settle for anything less. find someone who will never hurt you, someone who will treat you like a princess.”

you both nodded, pinkies intertwined—a vow shared between two strangers.

you stood up, your headache eased slightly. you turned to yushi and reached your hand out with a playful smile, “walk me down please?”

he took your hand, guiding you towards the stairs. as you reached the doorway, you stopped. you let go of his hand and turned his whole body to face you.

“can i kiss you?”

his breath hitched, his mind shutting down at your sudden request. wide eyes stared back at you. his cheeks were flushed with a burning red, and his lips parted as he struggled to form any proper response.

“you’re drunk,” he whispered.

“not drunk, just tipsy. definitely conscious enough to want to kiss you.”

“but.. your ex?” his voice was hesitant. he didn’t want to mention it, worried that you might retract the offer. his gaze flickered—your eyes, your lips, back to your eyes.

“oh fuck him!” you snapped. “you said to find someone who will treat me like a princess,” you took a step closer to him, your bodies only centimetres apart now. “right?”

“w-well, yeah—“

“can it be you? can i kiss you?”

a shaky exhale escaped his lips. struggling to breathe as his chest tightened with every passing moment. he felt every nerve in his body screaming at him to do something—to say something—but all he could do was stand there, like a deer caught in the headlights.

“i— i don’t know.” yushi mumbled, the butterflies in his stomach eating away at him.

“you can say no,” you smiled, watching him carefully. you wanted to make sure he felt comfortable too.

“no—“ he blurted firmly. “as in no, i want you to.” his words were laced with desperation.

you reached up to cup his rosy cheeks, his face fitting almost perfectly in the palms of your hands. drawing him in, the space between you shrank with every heartbeat. then, your lips pressed together.

fireworks. a rush of something that felt perfect. the world paused, everything that had troubled the two of you fading away into nothingness. as if the universe had destined for this to happen—you, yushi, this empty rooftop, this exact moment.

when you pulled away, yushi’s head snapped away from you, desperate to hide the pink painted all over his face. his heart still racing, his lips tingling at the feeling, the last thing he wanted was for you to see how badly he wanted this moment to last.

then, your phone rang.

“fuck,” you grumbled, rummaging through your purse for your phone. “way to ruin the moment,” you groaned when you spotted it, immediately rejecting the call.

“im sorry was that too forward?” you asked, glancing at yushi, who’s eyes were still glued to the imaginary things he was ‘paying attention to.’

he just shook his head, still in shock. he looked at you, unable to read your mind. why weren’t you flustered? what he didn’t know, was that you were a mess, your head racing with thoughts of the most perfect kiss you just shared. you were just better at hiding it.

you grabbed his hand again, like it was second nature, leading him down the stairs. when you stepped back into the club, your friends immediately spotted you. wonbin was the first to approach.

“hey! we need to go… yuna is drunk out of her mind,” wonbin said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the rest of the group, not even giving you or yushi a chance to properly say goodbye to each other.

at the same time you were being pulled away, sion slung an arm over yushi’s shoulder, but he barely noticed. his gaze was still locked onto you, heart pounding, and the feeling of your fingers still lingering.

sion spoke up, breaking yushi’s daze, “who was that?”

wonbin’s grip released from your wrist as soon as you arrived to ningning and yuna. “who was that?”

the night’s entire interaction replayed through both of your minds once more—every glance, every word, and every touch—and your hearts dropped at the realization:

“i don’t know.”

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synopsis — fresh out of a horrific break up, yn gets invited out to the club by her friends. on the other hand, tokuno yushi, the quietest in his group of friends, is dragged to the same one. after spending a night filled with a whirlwind of emotions together, they both make the mistake of never formally introducing themselves. they are both determined to find each other again. after all, if they were really soulmates, fate would take over again. right?

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just fell to my knees bro NOT MY SION THT MUST BE SOMEONE ELSEEEE

010. code red

synopsis ⤏ could there be anything that could make your shift at the local coffee shop better? there is! and it's the hottest emo boy you'll ever find.

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SION OH @ sionnnnoff : 2002. y/n's last ex. the notorious 'him' that her coworkers LOATHE. more info to come... 🤭

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𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝟐 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞ᝰ.ᐟ

a anton lee smau

CHAPTER 001 : are we boycotting?

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its over 😭 im not mad tho the ending is super cute! 🥹🥹

collision. | anton lee.

050. see you soon.

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alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . old habits do die hard

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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wonbin wakes up first

he wakes up with you in his arms. his eyes follow the way your hair was all disheveled, the way they cover your sleeping face. slowly, he raises his arm to tuck some hair away from your face

wonbin starts to trace your features with his fingertips. as if he was memorizing and mapping out your face— something he's grown accustomed to

he looks up at your ceiling. wonbin thinks about what happened the night before

"you made me feel things i never wanted to feel again"

the slightest change of your voice, hinting that he had made you feel things again was like a slap of reality. he recalls the way your face contorted for a brief second, composing yourself to not break in front of him. no, you wouldn't want him to see you like that

"what the fuck have we've been fucking doing all this fucking time"

what has he doing?

the answer was simple. it was never supposed to be like this. it was simply just friends who leaned on each other for support. friends who lend a hand when times are tough. friends who comfort each other in times of need

and definitely not friends who turn quiet moments into something more. it was not friends who you leaned on for emotional support, it was not friends whose hands roam through skin, it was not friends who comfort each other under the covers

it was not friends who have read through the blurred lines

wonbin takes this time to reflect on everything. how one thing slowly led to another to everything crashing down around the two of you

he had never expected that you and him would end up like this.

more than friends, less than lovers

when wonbin looks at you, he sees someone who makes him feel alive. he sees someone who sees him for him. someone who understands him through his silence, through his presence

someone who loves him more than he deserves

and that scared him.

it scares him beyond repair. it scares him that he can have someone like you. maybe thats why he just kept you close to him but not too close

wonbin feels like he doesn't deserve it, nor does he know how to deal with it

commitment, something that wonbin–

"bin?" you yawn, peeking an eye open

wonbin feels you stir in his arms, pulling him back to his senses. he smoothly rubs your exposed skin with the arm he has around you

"good morning" he greets, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head

you smile when you feel his lips. snuggling closer, you press your cheek against his cheek. its silent after that, letting the serenity talk for itself in this calm morning after the storm, being your emotions getting to the best of you last night

slowly, you look up to meet wonbin's eyes.

there in his eyes, you see a reflection of yourself. the reflection of the person you've become after meeting him. you weren't the same person who had bad habits because of an god awful breakup anymore. you weren't the same y/n who found comfort in confiding with someone who was going through something similar

you've changed. you have learned to be comfortable in your own skin and not to run away from your shadows.

you wonder if wonbin had noticed and that’s why things became different

the sound of a phone vibrating breaks your trance. you look up to see wonbin reaching over for his phone. you watch him as he checks who was calling him at this hour

"who's that?" you ask, trying to take a peek, your curiosity getting to the best of you

"it's just shotaro" wonbin mumbles, typing out a reply quickly, "he's looking for me"

"why?"

"beats me. told him i'm busy" wonbin shrugs, shutting his phone off before returning his full to you. he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you plush against him, "so, where were we?"

alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . dickmatized

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collision. | anton lee.

039. out of ten. (written portion)

“Wow… I’m broke,” Anton laughs, putting his measly dollars of Monopoly money down, “There's no way I can pay off this rent with three bucks to my name. You win…”

You pump your arm in success, grinning and sticking your tongue out to Anton across the coffee table. He’s giggling at your silly nature, collapsing onto the carpet in defeat.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were good at Monopoly.” Anton mutters in amusement, watching as you shuffle to kneel over his face in victory.

“What?” You cock a brow, “You didn’t believe me when I said I was good? Out of all the board games I offered us to play, you’re the one that chose what I was confident in!”

Anton covers his eyes, a bright smile peeking out over his palms, “Okay but—! I didn’t realize how badly I would be beaten! You literally flattened me with hotels 30 minutes in. I didn’t even know that was possible!”

You laugh above him, shoulders shaking in joy at your overwhelming win. The sound is like music to Anton’s ears, who uncovers his vision to watch your happy crinkled features.

“I’m a hustler, what can I say? Everything went according to plan,” You menacingly cackle, making Anton smile and inch his hands to your sides.

He had found out last night you were ticklish, having accidentally brushed against your torso while watching a movie in your bed and forcing the cutest giggles to escape your mouth.

Anton has another go to make you laugh that hard again, successfully wiggling his fingers and making you fold over at the ticklish feeling.

Before you know it, you’re out of breath trying to fight off Anton as he relentlessly attacks your sides. He pushes your feet that attempt to kick at his waist aside, essentially pinning you to the carpet soon enough.

You’re both so caught up in fighting each other off, it’s not until a minute in do you realize the compromising position we’re gotten yourselves into.

Heat rises to your face in a flash with your wrist that’s pinned down by Anton near your head. He’s huffing above you, an easy smile gracing his full lips with cheeks slightly flushed from the wine you’ve both been sipping at since dinner.

His doe eyes cutely widen and blink down at you when your expression changes, panic written over his features as he scrambles off you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay!” You reassure with a laugh, sitting up to grab at Anton’s wrists and still his movements, “Don’t worry.”

“Here, let’s sit on the couch.” Anton mutters, gently twisting your clutch on him to hold your hands and lead you both to sit on the sofa.

He hands you your wine glass with his own as you both take a sip, catching your breath from the tickle fight.

“Thank you for tonight. It was really fun,” Anton says, taking the glasses and placing them back on the table.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming over,” You shyly grin, picking at a thread on the couch.

The slight intoxication makes your chest warm and words flow more easily out of your mouth. You were afraid now that without any activity like, making a pizza or playing a board game, you’d say something stupid and risky.

“YN?”

You hum in acknowledgment, looking up to meet Anton’s sweet gaze. His little toothy grin never failed to make you follow his lead, lips tilting to do the same.

“What?”

Anton hesitates for one second before softly bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You’re embarrassed at how quickly you lean into his touch, the calluses on his palm surprisingly comforting against your soft skin.

“You are… really, really beautiful.”

You roll your eyes but Anton doesn’t allow it, stilling your head. “I mean it. Fuck being cheesy, you are quite literally one of the most gorgeous people I’ve met. Inside and out.”

You raise your brows at the high praise. “Oh yeah?” You ask and Anton nods very seriously, a playful smirk slapped on, “You’ve gathered all this from the two weeks you’ve known me?”

“Yeah. I’ll say it confidently. Everything I’ve learned about you so far makes me believe it. You’re a part of the Human Rights Club. You photograph high school students’ graduation pictures in your free time. You feed a stray cat every other day. You held that nail painting event at the senior center last month. You speak up for what you believe in. You’re head-strong and… insanely loyal. You love your friends and your family even more… I mean, what is there not to like?”

You’re left a little speechless at Anton’s rant, touched by how much he listens and cares.

“… Thank you. I don’t know what to say to that.”

Anton seems so sincere, it’s hard to not believe his sentiments and how strongly he means what he says.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just…” Anton clears his throat, seemingly coming back to the moment and becoming self-conscious.

“I want to say I really like you. I know we got close really fast but… I just wanted to say that.”

Anton scratches at the back of his neck in insecurity. You grab at his hand to halt his movements.

“I really like you too. A lot. I… haven’t felt like this in a long time,” You emphasize, making a point by squeezing his hand.

“I’m sorry if I’m a little bad at expressing my feelings. I’m not too experienced in the relationship department to be honest.”

“Me neither, don’t worry.” Anton chuckles, leaning his head down onto his shoulder on the couch. His fingers adjust to fully interlock with yours, giving them a squeeze back.

“You don’t think we’re moving too fast are we? I’m not sure what the pacing should be like.” You squeak out.

You didn’t know how fast things were supposed to progress. After all, the only real relationship you’ve ever had was with Jake and… well, you two were never serious until a year and a half into whatever you were doing with one another freshman year.

Also, with Eunseok and Chae making it official, Megan and Wonbin getting together finally, and Sungchan and Karina announcing they were also dating… You didn’t want to subconsciously feel rushed into a relationship yourself, as dumb as the sentiment you were feeling might be.

“No, I don’t think so. Besides, it’s not anyone else’s business besides our own on what we do.” Anton states.

“You’re right. That’s very true.”

“I’m happy with where we are. We can take it at our pace and I guess… I wanted to say that I’m very happy to be getting to know you. And that— I’m only talking to you. So…”

“You’re… actively pursuing me?” You grin, opting to help Anton with his words.

“Yes,” He gratefully nods, swinging your linked hands together in your lap, “Exactly. I only have my eyes on you. Not—! That I should be giving you any pressure not talk to other people if you wanted—!“

“I’m not talking to other people, Tonie.” You give a smile, holding back the urge to pinch his cheek in cuteness.

“Okay, cool. Great, glad to hear that.”

“I only have my eyes on you as well.”

You watch as Anton’s cheeks get even more red past the wine.

“Stop… I’m getting embarrassed.” Anton laughs, tucking his face into his shoulder.

“I can tell!” You giggle, brushing the hair off Anton’s forehead to encourage him to stop hiding away.

He only tugs you closer at the contact, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into an embrace. You breathe in deeply at the comfort, hooking your chin over his shoulder and inhaling the warmth he exudes.

Your breathing matches up and you stay still in each other’s arms for a moment before Anton pulls a fraction away, eyes locked onto your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Anton smiles with lidded eyes and you shyly nod, leaning in to close the gap between you two.

It’s like the freshest breath of air you’re taking in, kissing Anton. His lips match in rhythm to yours effortlessly, moving in tandem and giving you the biggest swarm of butterflies.

His hand cupping your face curls into the nape of your neck as he guides your face to lean more, making you fall even deeper into him.

You’re never felt so satisfied after, both of you pausing to breathe and sit in each other’s space for a moment.

Opening your eyes, you meet Anton’s cheeky smile with the same enthusiasm.

“Now that… was a kiss.”

“What do you rate it out of ten?”

You push his shoulder at the question, Anton laughing at your sudden playful self-consciousness. He only leads you in closer by the waist, riding high on dopamine.

“Zero! Zero now that you ask!” You exclaim.

“Oh stop kidding yourself, you loved it!”

“I’m gonna kick you out of this apartment.”

“Try it.”

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author's note: we cheered! ahhhh yippee for first kisses and healthy communication!!!

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