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20. stupid, stupid, stupid - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, empty insults, cliché writing pls i’m so sorry idk how to word things anymore

a/n: Hi . so college is busier than i expected (surprise), so i’m gonna update tah on wednesday evenings-thursday mornings GMT time. this weeks update is kinda underwhelming (literally filler) bc i was not prepared for how busy everything is

STILL i want to continue updating bc i like writing for fun so pls bear with me as i get used to this new lifestyle😭😭 i’m also in the process of writing a beomgyu one shot so keep an eye out for that !!

19. #goals | masterlist | 21. Okay…

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stupid brain. stupid mind. stupid heart.

it’s what soobin’s been saying to himself for the past week. every little interaction with you has been replayed at least fifty times in his head, and he finds a new thing to regret and fret over each time. you’re slowly edging back to the shell of whatever relationship you had back then, and it hurts not only his head, but also his heart, because of course, you surely don’t see it that way. afterall, it’s always him who fails to interpret things correctly.

“what’s wrong with you?” soobin feels a finger poke at his side. he instantly recognises your voice, and your concern has his head spinning.

“nothing,” he shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets so that he doesn’t end up picking at his nails in front of you.

he hears you scoff beside him. “you’re a shit liar, you know?” he can hear the concern under your playful tone, and he hates it. he hates how you’re so considerate towards him, because it only messes with his head even more. “you always hide your hands when you get nervous, or when you’re lying.”

“are you stalking me? that’s a bit creepy,” he squints, watching as you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face. somehow he’s glad that he amuses you.

“i’m just a very observant person, and i just happen to notice that you do this often.”

hiding his hands is not something he does voluntarily, but rather something that he’s grown accustomed to whenever you’re around. shoving his hands in his pockets, or making sure they’re preoccupied with holding something ensures that he’s not doing something dumb, like tucking your hair behind your ears or holding onto your sleeve so that you don’t get lost when you walk in big crowds. yet somehow he ends up doing all this anyway, because while it’s a reflex to hide his hands away, it feels more natural to have them near you in some way. it’s not intentional, but rather a precautionary measure — one that never seems to work.

stupid brain.

“well, i’m fine,” he says, ignoring the way you squint your eyes in disbelief. the streets of seoul are busy as shit, and there’s way too many people here for his comfort, but he’d rather you not know that. “why do you ask?”

“because you look like you’d rather be anywhere but here,” you say truthfully, which makes him blink in surprise. “i know you hate big crowds, so why are you here today?”

“choi beomgyu is the root of all my problems,” he says, trying his best to not think about how you’re so attentive when it comes to him. “your stupid cousin is also to blame.”

he sees you roll your eyes, but with more intent this time. “sunghoon is so slow. i don’t understand how he is my blood.”

“must run in the family then.”

the way you glare at him and reach up to push his forehead makes him wonder what exactly thing one and two said for you to be so comfortable with him. it’s a little strange how you’ve essentially switched up so fast, but he’s glad about it nonetheless.

“i hate you,” you mumble, but the way the corner of your lips curve upwards ever so slightly tells him that there’s a chance you’re not telling the truth. “going back to the others now. you annoy me.”

“is that so?” there’s a fond smile on his face as you avoid his eyes. “is that why you’re still holding onto me so that you don’t get lost?”

your eyes shoot wide open as you quickly release your grasp on his bag. he chuckles softly upon seeing your reaction, grabbing your hand and returning it to its previous position.

“i’m only joking,” he laughs, wincing when your fingertips pinch his side. the huff you let out as you mutter out what seems to be a string of insults only makes him laugh even more.

as you two weave your way through the crowded streets of seoul, your hand moves to cling onto his arm. it’s not that big of a deal, but it is big enough to make his head spin with too many thoughts. you’re too close to him, way too close to him, especially when someone shoves past you and forces you into his side. a flurry of apologies leave your mouth afterwards, but he’s too busy trying to keep his face cool and stop thinking about how strangely cold it is once you’ve stepped away.

stupid mind.

by the time you’ve both reunited with your friends, soobin’s still trying to calm the annoying thoughts of you that keep invading his head. he hopes that no one can see how red his face is, or how bothered he’s suddenly become, but one short-lived eye contact with heesung tells him that he’s been found.

“you’re fucked,” his friend says, eyeing how soobin’s gaze has become hyperfocused on a random street sign. “you’re so fucked.”

“i literally do not know what you’re talking about.”

“the redness on your face says otherwise,” the arch in heesung’s brow makes soobin’s stomach plummet, because he swears he was doing a good job at hiding it. “you’re gonna kill yourself in the process if you keep denying this.”

“i deny nothing,” he says, immediately correcting himself with: “i mean, i deny nothing because there is nothing to deny.”

“right…”

“shut up.”

heesung decides to press no further, seeing how soobin’s arm is suddenly being dragged by your hand to a nearby food stall. he watches as you point out several foods, inevitably forcing the man to pay for all of your choices. it’s a strange sight, seeing as you two have the most dysfunctional relationship anyone’s ever seen — you push and he shoves, he pulls and you tug, yet here you are sharing street food from a random stall like you’re something akin to friends.

“you’re only here for my money,” soobin frowns, watching you nod contently. around half of his bank account has been drained purely because you keep pointing at things, and he keeps buying them for you.

“what use are men, if not for their wallets?” you say with an innocent look on your face, and although he knows you’re only joking, the idea of you only talking to him for something as materialistic as money and not something else has his heart dropping slightly.

“i could at least get a thank you,” he mutters, looking away to hide the red that creeps up on his face as your thumb wipes something from his face. “where are your manners?”

“is this enough?” you muse, hand still touching his face for no apparent reason. whatever mess you saw on his cheek must be long gone, but he finds that he quite likes the feeling of your hand against his skin. it’s strange, it’s unusual, yet your hand doesn’t move, nor does your thumb stop brushing the same spot of skin over and over again.

and when he turns his head to look at you, soobin makes the mistake of looking directly into your eyes. it makes his skin burn — he’s sure that you can see it too. you two work like pieces of unfinished clockwork, but your hand fits so nicely against his face that he’s starting to think this is something else.

flames burn within his chest as his eyes stare into yours. there’s something there, something that he can’t quite decipher yet. it feels like a weight pushing against his heart, trying to tell him something, but he can’t think clearly, not when you consume his mind as his heartbeat thrashes in his ears. it’s dangerous, but it’s not a new friend.

stupid fucking heart.

it’s not until your hand freezes and the regret flashes in your eyes that forces soobin back into reality. you’re not friends, you’re not lovers, and you’re certainly not close enough in the slightest to be acting like this, so you pull your hand away from his face which has his heart aching strangely. he knows that he shouldn’t have enjoyed that, and he knows that he shouldn’t be disappointed in the lack of skin-ship with you, so why does he suddenly feel empty without your touch against his skin?

“thanks,” you suddenly say, which only throws soobin’s mind into further peril. why are you so casual about this? why aren’t you freaking out like he is? it can’t just be him, right?

he can only nod as a response, too busy questioning everything to be able to come up with a concrete answer. your hand is far from him now, and you stand like two walls built incorrectly too close to each other. it’s awkward, to say the least, and when you stretch your hand outwards to offer him whatever food he ended up paying for, he finds himself staring at you for what seems the millionth time.

“what?”

“do you want some?” you ask this question like it’s not already obvious, like you weren’t just caressing his face in public. “i mean, you did buy it, afterall.”

soobin doesn’t say anything as he pulls a warm bun out from the paper bag, for fear of his voice cracking or something stupid like that. he soon realises that you’ve chosen red bean buns, something that you bought for him years ago because they were his favourite thing to eat whenever he got hungry. you probably don’t even remember that, so he tells himself that it’s just some random coincidence and not your thoughtfulness coming into play. you’re not friends, he tells himself.

you’re not friends.

soobin feels stupid. he feels stupid because he can’t properly talk to you, and he feels stupid because he wants to properly talk to you. somehow everything seems stupid when it comes to you, like all logic and common sense flies out the window whenever you come into the picture. it’s frustrating, for lack of a better word, that soobin fails to function like a normal human being whenever you’re around. he blames you, for existing, for making his life so difficult.

perhaps a life without you would be easier. a blessing where you’re not invading his thoughts, affecting his mannerisms, confusing his mind — without you, life would be straightforward, uncomplicated. he believes this like the feeling of you dragging him around the city doesn’t make him feel carefree, like seeing you in his shirt doesn’t make his head spin, because he refuses to admit any of this. he refuses to acknowledge the affect you have on him, purely because it makes him feel dumb.

still, you exist in his life to make it so irritatingly complicated. but he lets you take his hand and do whatever you want because he’s, well, stupid.

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19. #goals - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos/mentions of sex, empty insults/threats

a/n: college induction DRAINED me idk how i’m gonna do the actual thing💀

18. weird | masterlist | 20. stupid, stupid, stupid

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a taste of something new — 37. new song

a/n: ayy another update let's go! it's all over the place but it's what we have for today

warnings: swearing, simping

ch. thirty-six | masterlist | ch. thirty-eight

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18. weird - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (no smut), empty insults, Fluff . read: soobin not knowing how to deal with his emotions and making a big mess out of it

a/n: i start college soon Gross . so pls bear with me if the updates get a little slow

17. bruno mars | masterlist | 19. #goals

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hosting movie night was not something soobin thought would be on his summer agenda. neither was having you look after his hedgehog or having you sleep in his bed for a good two hours, but he supposes that’s just how it is sometimes. he also didn’t expect to catch himself wondering where the hell you were nearly an hour after everyone else had arrived.

when he opens the door to see you holding a watermelon in your hands, he hopes he doesn’t sound as stupid as he thinks he does in his mind. welcoming you inside consisted of short, awkward sentences, and somehow he ends up kneeling down and untying your shoe laces when you struggle to undo the knots.

“you’re late,” he says, trying his best to not look up at you as he fiddles with the string. he can feel his face burning up when he realises exactly what he’s doing. “everyone else arrived ages ago.”

“was debating whether or not i should’ve come here,” you mumble, eyeing the family portrait hung up on the wall. “i don’t think i can show my face anymore, not after that stunt you pulled.”

soobin makes a face as you finally remove your shoes and follow him into the kitchen. “what are you on about,” he sighs, pulling out a chopping board and knife to slice the fruit.

“you know they think we fucked right?” the way you say it so casually makes his head whip up so fast that he swears he’ll break his neck. he stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you decide to continue despite seeing his grip on the knife tighten. “on sunday? at the housewarming?”

“i know when it was,” soobin replies, slightly annoyed. “so what if they think we did? we both know what the truth is anyways.”

from the corner of his eye he can tell you’re beginning to get frustrated. should he have phrased it differently? maybe, but he honestly couldn’t care less about what your friends think.

“i told you that you should’ve just left it until after they left,” you say unabashedly, and he has to stop what he’s doing so that he doesn’t end up accidentally hurting himself. “now look.”

“it’s not my fault that i needed a charger for my dying laptop? let’s not forget that it was my room — my bed, you were sleeping in,” soobin hisses, cutting the last slice of watermelon a little too forcefully that the sound makes you flinch. “why do you always get so worked up about shit like this? it’s really not that deep.”

“i’m just tired of having to deal with all that, okay? so please, let’s not make things any worse,” you sigh, hands gently wrapping around his forearm. you’re too close to him, and he can feel the heat creeping up to his ears, so he leans forwards on his palms and dips his head to collect his thoughts. “does it really not bother you?”

“of course it bothers me. i just don’t care enough when i know it’s not true, you know?” he lifts his head and looks you in the eyes. soobin immediately regrets it though because your eyes are filled with something akin to despair, and the fact that you’re standing so close makes his brain short circuit. he attempts to swallow the lump in his throat before he speaks. “you need to stop caring about those things, y/n.”

the atmosphere is oddly intimate. he’s not entirely sure what you’re thinking about, but he can see how doubt flickers in your eyes and it makes him feel conflicted inside, like his conscious is telling him to apologise for snapping at you. some part of him wants to reach out and tuck the stray hairs behind your ears as a silent sorry, but he can’t bring himself to do it, not when he knows that doing so could just make more problems in the future.

“i know,” you say softly. the urge to caress your face grows stronger, like your words have put him under a spell. his mind is screaming at him to not move, but the human heart is fickle, and so his hand reaches out anyways. soobin touches you like you’ll break at any moment, his fingers barely brushing against your skin. he watches as your eyelids flutter, hands slightly squeezing his forearm.

soobin thinks you look pretty like this. it’s the only time he’ll allow himself to admit that, but of course he’d never say it aloud. and if having you so near to him wasn’t fatal enough for his weak mind, when you subconsciously lean into his touch, he swears he could die right then and there.

his hand is still softly brushing your hair behind your ear when he speaks. “we should go to the others now. they’re waiting.” it’s a miracle how his voice still sounds clear as he speaks to you, eyes staring into yours. you hum a quiet affirmation, yet none of you make an effort to move. it’s as if he’s enchanted you too, from the way you stare at him with wide eyes.

the sound of someone clearing their throat cuts through the room, and you repel away from each other with the force of a rubber band that’s been stretched so thinly being cut in half. you immediately open the nearest cupboard to you, coincidentally pulling out a plate to compile the cut pieces of fruit on, while soobin coughs and sees taehyun standing awkwardly at the entrance to the kitchen.

“we’re about to order food, but if you guys are busy then—”

“no!” your voice rings out at the same time as his, and it makes him cringe because he now realises exactly what you were trying to avoid with your friends. taehyun only blinks, staring at you both with wide eyes that look more mischievous than anything else. he only presses his lips together, a impish look consuming his features.

soobin clears his throat again. “we’re not busy, i mean,” he clarifies, dying a little when taehyun shifts his weight on his feet and crosses his arms. you nod along with him, focusing on making sure that none of the watermelon falls off the plate. “you guys go ahead. i’ll clean up here.”

you turn your head to stare at him, and taehyun watches as you and soobin have a silent conversation with your eyes. it’s not until soobin nods firmly once more that you sigh and take the plate of fruit with you to the others, taehyun immediately jabbing at your side. as the two of you walk away, soobin sighs and begins tidying away all the equipment, regret creeping up on him like a ghost.

what the fuck was he thinking? you two are barely friends, and yet here he was, caressing you like you’re his girlfriend or something. it’s so stupid how his heart is beating abnormally fast, and how his mind just doesn’t seem to get the image of you out of his head. it’s just you, he tells himself as he wipes down the countertop. it’s just you.

as he walks into the living room where everyone else is, soobin sees you curled up on the couch by ryujin’s side. he pauses for a second, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to grab a piece of fruit from the plate in front of you and risk making the rest of the night awkward. eventually he decides against it and makes himself comfortable on the other couch, ignoring the curious eyes of taehyun.

amidst the bickering going on between all his friends, soobin finds his eyes repeatedly drifting back to you. he’s not entirely sure why it keeps happening, but he knows he needs to stop before someone gets the wrong idea. yet despite all his efforts, heesung kicks at his side.

“what is wrong with you?” he glares, rubbing the area where heesung harmed.

“more like what is wrong with you?” heesung fires back, blinking quickly. he glances back and forth between you and soobin when his friend doesn’t catch on. “i’m beginning to believe the shit i see them say on twitter.”

“fuck off. not you too,” soobin sighs, rubbing his temple because you’ve never been more correct in his life. “it’s nothing. i didn’t even realise i was—”

“oh wow beomgyu is right. it is happening.”

“fucking hell,” this time his sigh is much more exaggerated. heesung watches as he hides his head in his arms and pulls his legs up onto the couch. “i promise you, nothing is going on.”

“are you sure about that?”

“yes.”

“are you really sure? because taehyun—”

“taehyun what?” soobin’s head immediately shoots up hearing his name. the wide-eyed look on his face makes heesung slightly laugh. “if he said anything, ignore him, he’s not telling the truth.”

“i don’t know,” heesung exhales, shifting around to make himself more comfortable. “you did take a bit too long in the kitchen.”

soobin groans, head dipping down to hide his slightly burning ears. “whatever he told you, it’s nothing.”

“nothing is going on with y/n?”

“nothing.”

“what’s nothing?” yeji’s voice cuts through their conversation. despite the innocence of her question, the glint in her eye tells soobin that she may or may not have heard their entire conversation.

“uhh, don’t worry about it,” he says, blinking when she simply nods and passes him the remote. he clears his throat, ignoring the sideways look he sees you give him. “what movies did you guys wanna watch?”

eventually everyone settles down, and before he knows it, they’ve watched two movies back to back. at some point when he makes his way to the kitchen, soobin sees you at the entrance putting your shoes on.

“y/n?” he says softly, catching your attention. he watches as your face reddens when you recognise his voice. “what are you doing? you can’t be leaving now. we still have to watch kiki’s delivery service.”

his words make you smile which leaves a strange feeling in his chest. it’s similar to the one he felt when you leant into him as he tucked your hair behind your ears. soobin has to force himself to not stare at your face, because he’d rather not have a repeat of what happened earlier in the kitchen.

“i know, i know,” you mumble softly. “but i didn’t bring any spare clothes so i can’t sleep over.”

soobin frowns. “yeah, but it’s like,” he pauses and checks the time on the grand clock hung on the wall. “nearly two in the morning. you can’t go home at this time.”

“i’ll be fine,” you say, somewhat caught off guard by his sudden courtesy. “don’t worry about me.”

“i’ll let you borrow something. everyone else is staying,” he pleads, watching as you stare up at him with a million thoughts behind your eyes. “just this once.”

it’s not until after a lengthy silence that you slowly nod your head. there’s an odd sense of pride that he feels after managing to successfully convince you, and so he smiles, both dimples appearing on display. it triggers you to bashfully do the same, ears burning red as he looks at you.

“great,” he says, eyes smilling along with his mouth. “i’ll just put this away and i’ll take you upstairs in a sec.”

soobin makes sure that there’s not a random taehyun in the corner of the room, watching him speak to you as he walks you upstairs. you make ample conversation with him, which he’s grateful for because he’s sure that he would just stay in silence and make everything awkward again. when you sit on his bed, talking about how cute you find his hedgehog, soobin smiles into his wardrobe as he searches for clothes for you to wear.

“he probably shitted on like, half of my mom’s fancy pillows, but he’s so cute i literally did not care.”

“you won’t say that when he shits on your bed twice a week,” soobin grimaces, pulling out a shirt from the numerous piles of clothes he has. “here. this should be good.”

“thank you,” you accept the piece of clothing with a shy smile. “i think ryujin brought a spare pair of trousers so i’ll just use that.”

soobin nods as you speak, fiddling with random clothes so that he looks busy while he tries to think of something to say. “um, i just wanted to apologise,” he starts, turning his body so that he’s now facing you. “for earlier. in the kitchen.”

your face is evidently shocked, and it makes soobin regret bringing it up in the first place. did you want to just forget about it and move on?

“oh right,” you laugh nervously and shift around on his bed. “don’t worry about it. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“yeah i didn’t mean to snap at you,” he says sheepishly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck like it always does when he gets nervous. “sorry, about that.”

“ohh, you mean that?” your words have him confused, and he looks at you with his brows furrowed. “i thought you were talking about the, you know?”

you bring your hand up to your ear and start tucking your hair behind your ear, mimicking his movements. once he catches on, his face turns a deep red colour, almost the same colour as yours.

“oh, well, i mean, i’m sorry for that too,” soobin blurts out, and he cringes in the process because he definitely could’ve worded that better. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“no! no, i wasn’t,” you pause to swallow, and suddenly your eyes are avoiding his. “uncomfortable, or anything like that.”

“oh,” is all he says, before a long silence ensues. he didn’t make you uncomfortable? despite doing all that? friends don’t even do that and yet here the two of you are. “i’m glad then.”

there’s a small smile on his face as you nod, but for some reason you’re still avoiding his eyes. the silence in the room is palpitable, and it doesn’t help that it’s just you two, alone in his room, while the rest of your friends are probably scheming and betting with each other on what you’re both up to. the air is suffocating, and he desperately wants to say something to break the tension, but you alone with him in his room is honestly driving him insane.

“are you tired? do you want to sleep?” he asks, relieved that he noticed you yawning. you shake your head and try to stop yourself from yawning again, but the small laugh that he lets out just shows that you’re unsuccessful.

“shut up,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as he laughs again. “i’m not sleepy, let’s go downstairs before it’s too late.”

when soobin sees you wearing his shirt, he tries his best to play it cool and not look at you every five seconds. but it’s not the easiest task in the world, especially since you always find a way to involve him in your conversations. it seems like he’s lost his grip on reality lately, because why on earth does his brain keep going back to you?

you’re the centre of his thoughts when you laugh at his jokes, and you’re the centre of his thoughts when you unknowingly compliment him. when he carries you upstairs because you’ve passed out on the floor, your sleeping face is all that’s on his mind. and while the others are spread across the two guest rooms, soobin knows that you prefer to sleep alone, so he rests you in his bed. it takes too much of his self restraint to not run his fingers through your hair and caress your face. mainly because a) he’d probably look like a creep, and b) because you aren’t close enough for that.

there’s a part of him that wonders why he’s being so accommodating to you, especially since you crushed his knee when he came to visit odi at your place. and yet despite all his questioning, there’s a small reason in the back of his mind that links to an incident a few years ago, that might be the reason why he’s suddenly doing all this.

but he’d like to think that it’s just something else.

still, the fact that you snuggled into him when he had you in his arms has his mind going crazy and his heart beating at light speed. so when he finally leaves his room and shuts the door to his parents’ room behind him, he knows that he’s gone insane.

and this reality hits him once he lays down in a bed that’s not his own, because why has he given up his own bed to let you sleep in it? his parents’ bed might be comfortable, but there was literally no proper reason to have you sleep in his bed. with a mind that has never been this distracted before, soobin shuts his eyes like it would shut out the thoughts of you in his head.

falling asleep has never been harder for him.

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im a little sad that the csb series is a smau, i read weird without knowing it's a series and i really liked your writing style so i thought maybe it's a series since there's bot much background info, turns out it is hut it's a smau, and i absolutely hate reading smaus 😭😭 When you have a whole written series i'll definitely read it for sure tho!

omg i lowkey Hated my writing style bc i thought it was just mind farts on a page but im glad u like it😭😭 i’m currently in the process of making a beomgyu one shot (which should be out within the next two weeks who knows life is strange) so hopefully you’ll like that too !!

but again thank u sm for this i’m not the best a words so i’m happy that u like this style😭💞💞💞

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Istg tumblr algorithm is being such a criminal HOW DID IT HIDE SUCH AN INCREDIBLY WELL WRITTEN SOOBIN SMAU FROM ME?????? The plot is sooooooo good istg IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT BEEF YN AND SOOBIN HAD and based on ch 16, yeonjun said sb refused to admit his wrongs im gonna throw hands if he didnSOMETHING TERRIBLE AND manage to be such a prick even after the incident 😭 tbh i feel bad yn has to endured constant tease from her friends if what happened in the past really hurt her :((( imagine having to suffer being in the same group who non stop shipping you with the guy who hurts you my hearts hurt for yn fr i wish a new guy is introduced so she doesnt have to face soob and stop the constant tease from her friends :( IM ON YNS SIDE even when idk what soob did 😂 i just know homegirl is hurt af seeing how she acts :((( its sad tho how all friends only cares on teasing her instead of actually caring for her feelings i would be so uncomfy if i was in her position 😭 anyway hehehe can i be tagged to that soobin smau 🥹💞

AHSHAHDH yooo i’m glad u like it😭💞💞 and i KNOW right pls sometimes her friends just need to Lay Off… but who knows where this goes next, and what happened between soobyn all those years ago🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ but again thank u sm for reading i’ll add u to the taglist !!

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a taste of something new — 36. i promised you

a/n: hi! it's me, your local writer who's trapped in an unending writer's block! originally this was gonna be an sns chapter but lol it was NOT happening so i tried turning it into a written one and that's what we got. words. so many words. enjoy! (p.s. i've updated the playlist again so check that out if you want!!)

warnings: swearing, ........a quick mention of a boner but it's just the thought of it?? idk dude, soobin is still dumb but also disgustingly whipped, this hasn't been properly proofread so if you find any mistakes pls let me know

word count: 2.8k

ch. thirty-five | masterlist | ch. thirty-seven

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As embarrassing as it might sound, as soon as his eyes open and he realizes that what just woke him up was not a supervillain from a video game, but rather you knocking your elbow against his chest for no reason, the first thought on Soobin's mind is nothing but an infatuated: "you're adorable".

A few months ago, just the idea of waking up next to you, with his legs entangled with yours and your back against his chest would've been enough to make him squirm in horror. Such an intimate touch would be enough to make him want to rip his own skin off. But this is the third time he gets the chance to smell your scent and feel your warmth first thing in the morning, and his immediate reaction is to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you even closer, letting your bodies fit together like the pieces of a long forgotten puzzle that he accidentally found in a box on the corner of his mind. You sigh in your sleep, and he nuzzles the tip of his nose against the softness of your hair.

He's sure he could get used to this.

But he shouldn't.

His mind still wanders, though, and it feels ironic to be daydreaming about having you in his arms when that's exactly what he's living, but it's still a different situation. You're not there because you feel the same way, but because you trust him and you're naturally clingier than he'd ever be with any other friend.

The sweetness doesn't last long, though, because when you shuffle on the mattress and he feels the slight friction between your lower half and his, he's reminded of the fact that he's just human — and a stupid one at that —, and he should probably leave the bed before his thoughts go down a more dangerous path. If there is one thing he doesn't need right now, it's an unwanted boner when the butterflies are already wild enough in his stomach.

After a nice long shower, he checks on you just to make sure you're still sleeping comfortably. This time, however, he doesn't allow himself to keep watching you like a creep. He stays in the bedroom just for long enough to leave some food for Odi and check if the pet is alright, and then he grabs his laptop, his notebook and a pen, and heads to the living room.

Reviewing the lyrics from last night, he twists his lips at the words he jotted down. Wasn't he being a little too dramatic when he came up with that? Of course, he can just say he was exaggerating to make it more artistic or some shit like that, but did he really wanna say he was okay with dying before he met that special someone?

He decides to discard some parts of the song and rewrite them, humming the melody that keeps coming to his mind while he's at it. Every now and then, he grabs his phone to record a voice memo just to make sure he won't forget how it goes, but he does it very quietly, not wanting to risk being heard by you.

Being as immersed as he is in those lyrics, the sound of a door opening startles him, making him accidentally drop his notebook on the floor. And while he bends down to grab it, your head pokes into the living room just to stare at him through your sleepy eyes, not saying a word. The dark gray t-shirt you're currently wearing is normally big even for him, so it truly looks like a weird nightgown on you, but somehow you pull it off amazingly.

"Hey," he says as soon as his gaze finds you, readjusting his posture immediately.

"You okay?" Your voice sounds a little husky, and you look like you're not completely conscious.

He nods in response, so you nod back with heavy-lidded eyes and turn around to go to the bathroom without saying anything else.

For the next few minutes, he stays hyper-aware of any sound his ears can pick up, but once he realizes you've gone back to the bedroom, he relaxes again and tries to get back to working on the song. 

After a while, his phone starts blowing up with notifications from the group chat he has with his friends, and after Beomgyu sends some incoherent texts about how smitten he is for Hwang Yeji, they all decide to hop on a Discord call to make things easier. At some point, for some god damn reason, they also agree to turn on their cameras, so he leaves his laptop on the coffee table and keeps on scribbling on the pages of his notebook while Beomgyu goes on a whole speech about why his future girlfriend is, indeed, the best woman that has ever walked on Earth.

"Yo, guys," Taehyun says when the other finally quiets down. "Did Jiwon contact any of you, by the way?"

"The fuck do you mean?" Beomgyu replies, and Soobin can see him frowning through the screen. "Did she text you or something?"

"Uh, yeah."

The others sound confused, and all Soobin can do is sigh and roll his eyes.

"She texted me last night saying she had just seen Y/N with another guy," he decides to come clean, albeit quietly to prevent you from hearing it, and it's enough to make his stomach churn. 

"Wasn't Y/N with you, though?" Yeonjun asks, a little confused.

"Yeah," he scoffs, trying to play it off, though his focus is still on the notebook on his lap. "By the time she texted me we were already back, actually. Y/N drank a little too much, so she passed out when we got here."

"Welp, yeah, she actually sent me a picture and asked me if that wasn't Y/N," Taehyun adds, and Soobin's whole body freezes immediately upon hearing that. "It was a blurry mess, though. There were too many people in the picture, and honestly, you can't even see anyone's face 'cause it's too dark." The youngest even chuckles at that, certainly thinking Jiwon must be just desperate.

"She's just trying to take advantage of the fact that Y/N has a very common face and make shit up," Beomgyu tries to joke about it, but that just makes Soobin stare at the screen.

"You have a common face," he retorts, and the other three start laughing.

"Oof. Sure, simp-man."

"Bro, you literally just spent like fifteen minutes talking nonstop about Yeji," Yeonjun points out.

"Dude, I think the best option right now is to shut up," Hueningkai suggests, while the others are still laughing.

"Oh, fuck off, you guys know it was just a joke," Beomgyu defends himself. "I honestly will never understand how Soobin even got someone like her."

Simple: I didn't, he thinks, but since he can't say that, all he does is roll his eyes again.

"Anyway," Yeonjun chimes in, playing his role as the oldest of the group, "let's just ignore Jiwon."

"She's like a dementor trying to suck the happiness out of people," Hueningkai comments.

"I don't understand why you guys simply won't block her." Beomgyu's face is one of total dissatisfaction, and Soobin can't judge him for it. "She's literally just trying to ruin everyone's lives."

"I just don't care enough about her," Taehyun explains, and the next three minutes are spent on a conversation about how nobody gives a shit about Jiwon anymore and they'd rather just ignore her instead of giving her the pleasure of telling people she has been blocked.

Eventually, Beomgyu lets go of it and focuses his gaze on his screen for a few seconds.

"Uh, are you working on something, Soobin?" He asks, finally noticing how the latter has spent the whole time writing something in his notebook.

"I–"

"Good morning," your husky voice is present once again, and the soft dumb smile that shows up on his face earns him a mixture of ooh and aww from his friends.

"Morning, baby," he replies sweetly, and then adds: "I'm talking to the boys."

"Do you mind if I say hi?”

He shrugs and extends a hand to you, inviting you to come closer. "The camera's on, though. Want me to turn it off?"

Dragging your feet across the floor, you shake your head, so he simply unplugs his headset and adjusts the volume of his laptop speakers to avoid creating any echoes to his friends.

As soon as you plop down on the couch, you lean on Soobin's shoulder, and your sleepy figure can be seen by all of his friends.

"Hi," you say, getting a few chuckles in return. 

"Hello. Did you sleep well?" Yeonjun is the first one to ask, and you hum in response.

"You look kinda dead, not gonna lie," Beomgyu says, which makes you pout.

"That's because I'm still tired, you fucker," you counter, a little groggily, and Soobin is forced to bite his lips in an attempt to hide the smitten smile that tries to take over his face.

It's only when you embrace one of Soobin's arms that he remembers his notebook is still wide open on his lap, with lyrics for a love song about you on full display. He closes it very calmly, trying to look as natural as possible, and then plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks and you nod. "Wanna eat something?"

"Yeah. Can you make me some coffee, please?" The pout on your lips makes it really hard for him not to kiss you, but he still holds back.

"Yeah, coffee man, go get her some coffee!" Yeonjun teases, making you giggle in the most adorable way.

"Okay, sure," Soobin agrees easily, too focused on you to even say anything to his best friend. "Be right back."

"Hey, can you leave her here? I wanna tell her about my date," Beomgyu chimes in, and the others groan.

"God, you're such a simp," Taehyun says.

"You know what? Maybe I am. Learned it from Soobin."

And while you laugh at that, your fake boyfriend just sighs and gets up to get you something to eat (and also hide his notebook in his bedroom), leaving you and his friends alone. 

The moment he starts preparing the coffee and hears his own stomach rumbling is when he realizes he still hasn't eaten anything yet. Okay, he can have some breakfast with you. It'd be nice to spend some time in your company, since he feels like he hasn't done it in a while — at least not with you completely sober or without anyone else around.

By the time he's putting some toast and scrambled eggs on plates, he notices your figure leaning on the doorframe. Once again, the sight of you in his shirt is something he wishes he could engrave in his brain.

"Did they hang up?" He turns around to serve the coffee on two separate mugs — and also to avoid looking at you.

You hum a negative response. "I did. Said I should come and help you."

"Did Beomgyu–"

"Can we talk?" You speak at the same time as him.

"Oh," he stops for a moment, staring at the coffee maker in front of him. "Yeah. What do you wanna talk about?"

"I miss you, Soob. I know I'm obnoxiously loud and annoying, but I actually think you're a good friend and I like having you around."

A good friend. Again. 

He sighs and grabs both mugs, and silently walks around the kitchen to put them and the plates on the table.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you have a hangover?" He asks, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm fine, I didn't drink that much."

"Okay. Well, we don't have a lot of options here, but if you wanna eat anything else, we–"

"Soobin," your tired voice cuts him off as you take a seat. "Come on. Please."

"I just– I don't– I don't know." What is he supposed to say? I don't know how to act around you anymore? I can't stop thinking about you? I'm too scared to ask about what happened last night because the only guy you should be kissing is me?

"Do you want me to leave? I'll leave you alone if that's what you want. We can call this whole thing off, I can just tell the others we broke up, or… Something."

"I promised you I'd do this for three months. Sunoo said–"

"Dude, I don't care about the prize. If this is making you uncomfortable, we should stop it, you're more important than a stupid gaming console."

He sits down as well, his eyes trained on his own coffee. Does he wanna end it? Should he?

"I promised you I'd do this for three months," he repeats.

A heavy sigh escapes from you, and at this moment he's sure you're probably done with his bullshit. He acknowledges it's not always easy dealing with him, he knows he goes from being sweet to being cold to then being awkward in a matter of seconds, and he remembers how Jiwon would always point that out in a negative way when they were still in high school. Sometimes he's too much, other times he's not enough. He knows.

"Can you at least tell me what's going on? You picked me up last night, bought me what I wanted to eat, cuddled me to sleep." As soon as those words leave your lips, his gaze shoots up at you. Fuck, you remember that? Do you also remember the pet names? "And now you're being vague. Do you maybe…" You trail off and furrow your eyebrows, apparently losing yourself in your own thoughts. In the end, you shake your head. "I don't know, I just wanna know what happened."

"I'm just, um– A little embarrassed," he looks down once again, "and I guess… I don't know."

You nod and take a sip of your coffee, and he can still feel your gaze on him, though he's not looking directly at you.

"What are you embarrassed about?"

"I just– You know. The way I acted. We kinda…"

"We made out," you supply, "I know. Friends do that sometimes, you know?"

"Do you usually make out with your friends?" Should he be concerned? Have you ever made out with Sunoo? Oh, God, he doesn't need that mental image right now.

"No, I– I don't, but we did it and it was good. Come on, you said the last person you kissed before that was Jiwon, so it's been a while. It's only natural that you'd react that way. There's nothing wrong with that." Except there is, he thinks, but he doesn't interrupt you. "I know you said you regret it, but I hope you know you don't have anything to feel bad about. If that makes you feel any better, you're a good kisser! And I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to–"

"Y/N, please." His face is burning, his heart is racing, and he's practically begging you not to go into too much detail. "Can we just forget about this? I'm… sorry for the way I acted. And the way I reacted, as well."

You sigh deeply, and while his gaze is trained on the table, he notices your hand slipping into his line of sight, as a silent offer.

"Can we please go back to normal, then?" You ask softly, and he can feel his heart melting and dripping down his system. "I just wanna talk shit about everything with you and destroy you at every possible video game we play together." 

"You wish," he ends up scoffing at your teasing words, but you keep going.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. We can cut the whole kissing thing, if you want, they've all seen us kissing anyway, so–"

"No, it's fine." Maybe he's being an asshole for taking advantage of that, but he's not about to let go of the only few opportunities he has to feel you. "It's just for another month, anyway. We can do it."

"Okay," you agree, pushing your hand even closer to him. "Are we good, then? Can we just be the good old Soobin and Y/N again?"

He stares at your fingers for a while, contemplating. What the fuck is he doing with his own life? Why is he being so stupid?

His hand rests on yours, holding it gently, while his brain dreads the moment he's gonna have to let go of you entirely.

"Sure," he nods, "we can try."

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18. weird - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (no smut), empty insults, Fluff . read: soobin not knowing how to deal with his emotions and making a big mess out of it

a/n: i start college soon Gross . so pls bear with me if the updates get a little slow

17. bruno mars | masterlist | 19. #goals

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hosting movie night was not something soobin thought would be on his summer agenda. neither was having you look after his hedgehog or having you sleep in his bed for a good two hours, but he supposes that’s just how it is sometimes. he also didn’t expect to catch himself wondering where the hell you were nearly an hour after everyone else had arrived.

when he opens the door to see you holding a watermelon in your hands, he hopes he doesn’t sound as stupid as he thinks he does in his mind. welcoming you inside consisted of short, awkward sentences, and somehow he ends up kneeling down and untying your shoe laces when you struggle to undo the knots.

“you’re late,” he says, trying his best to not look up at you as he fiddles with the string. he can feel his face burning up when he realises exactly what he’s doing. “everyone else arrived ages ago.”

“was debating whether or not i should’ve come here,” you mumble, eyeing the family portrait hung up on the wall. “i don’t think i can show my face anymore, not after that stunt you pulled.”

soobin makes a face as you finally remove your shoes and follow him into the kitchen. “what are you on about,” he sighs, pulling out a chopping board and knife to slice the fruit.

“you know they think we fucked right?” the way you say it so casually makes his head whip up so fast that he swears he’ll break his neck. he stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you decide to continue despite seeing his grip on the knife tighten. “on sunday? at the housewarming?”

“i know when it was,” soobin replies, slightly annoyed. “so what if they think we did? we both know what the truth is anyways.”

from the corner of his eye he can tell you’re beginning to get frustrated. should he have phrased it differently? maybe, but he honestly couldn’t care less about what your friends think.

“i told you that you should’ve just left it until after they left,” you say unabashedly, and he has to stop what he’s doing so that he doesn’t end up accidentally hurting himself. “now look.”

“it’s not my fault that i needed a charger for my dying laptop? let’s not forget that it was my room — my bed, you were sleeping in,” soobin hisses, cutting the last slice of watermelon a little too forcefully that the sound makes you flinch. “why do you always get so worked up about shit like this? it’s really not that deep.”

“i’m just tired of having to deal with all that, okay? so please, let’s not make things any worse,” you sigh, hands gently wrapping around his forearm. you’re too close to him, and he can feel the heat creeping up to his ears, so he leans forwards on his palms and dips his head to collect his thoughts. “does it really not bother you?”

“of course it bothers me. i just don’t care enough when i know it’s not true, you know?” he lifts his head and looks you in the eyes. soobin immediately regrets it though because your eyes are filled with something akin to despair, and the fact that you’re standing so close makes his brain short circuit. he attempts to swallow the lump in his throat before he speaks. “you need to stop caring about those things, y/n.”

the atmosphere is oddly intimate. he’s not entirely sure what you’re thinking about, but he can see how doubt flickers in your eyes and it makes him feel conflicted inside, like his conscious is telling him to apologise for snapping at you. some part of him wants to reach out and tuck the stray hairs behind your ears as a silent sorry, but he can’t bring himself to do it, not when he knows that doing so could just make more problems in the future.

“i know,” you say softly. the urge to caress your face grows stronger, like your words have put him under a spell. his mind is screaming at him to not move, but the human heart is fickle, and so his hand reaches out anyways. soobin touches you like you’ll break at any moment, his fingers barely brushing against your skin. he watches as your eyelids flutter, hands slightly squeezing his forearm.

soobin thinks you look pretty like this. it’s the only time he’ll allow himself to admit that, but of course he’d never say it aloud. and if having you so near to him wasn’t fatal enough for his weak mind, when you subconsciously lean into his touch, he swears he could die right then and there.

his hand is still softly brushing your hair behind your ear when he speaks. “we should go to the others now. they’re waiting.” it’s a miracle how his voice still sounds clear as he speaks to you, eyes staring into yours. you hum a quiet affirmation, yet none of you make an effort to move. it’s as if he’s enchanted you too, from the way you stare at him with wide eyes.

the sound of someone clearing their throat cuts through the room, and you repel away from each other with the force of a rubber band that’s been stretched so thinly being cut in half. you immediately open the nearest cupboard to you, coincidentally pulling out a plate to compile the cut pieces of fruit on, while soobin coughs and sees taehyun standing awkwardly at the entrance to the kitchen.

“we’re about to order food, but if you guys are busy then—”

“no!” your voice rings out at the same time as his, and it makes him cringe because he now realises exactly what you were trying to avoid with your friends. taehyun only blinks, staring at you both with wide eyes that look more mischievous than anything else. he only presses his lips together, a impish look consuming his features.

soobin clears his throat again. “we’re not busy, i mean,” he clarifies, dying a little when taehyun shifts his weight on his feet and crosses his arms. you nod along with him, focusing on making sure that none of the watermelon falls off the plate. “you guys go ahead. i’ll clean up here.”

you turn your head to stare at him, and taehyun watches as you and soobin have a silent conversation with your eyes. it’s not until soobin nods firmly once more that you sigh and take the plate of fruit with you to the others, taehyun immediately jabbing at your side. as the two of you walk away, soobin sighs and begins tidying away all the equipment, regret creeping up on him like a ghost.

what the fuck was he thinking? you two are barely friends, and yet here he was, caressing you like you’re his girlfriend or something. it’s so stupid how his heart is beating abnormally fast, and how his mind just doesn’t seem to get the image of you out of his head. it’s just you, he tells himself as he wipes down the countertop. it’s just you.

as he walks into the living room where everyone else is, soobin sees you curled up on the couch by ryujin’s side. he pauses for a second, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to grab a piece of fruit from the plate in front of you and risk making the rest of the night awkward. eventually he decides against it and makes himself comfortable on the other couch, ignoring the curious eyes of taehyun.

amidst the bickering going on between all his friends, soobin finds his eyes repeatedly drifting back to you. he’s not entirely sure why it keeps happening, but he knows he needs to stop before someone gets the wrong idea. yet despite all his efforts, heesung kicks at his side.

“what is wrong with you?” he glares, rubbing the area where heesung harmed.

“more like what is wrong with you?” heesung fires back, blinking quickly. he glances back and forth between you and soobin when his friend doesn’t catch on. “i’m beginning to believe the shit i see them say on twitter.”

“fuck off. not you too,” soobin sighs, rubbing his temple because you’ve never been more correct in his life. “it’s nothing. i didn’t even realise i was—”

“oh wow beomgyu is right. it is happening.”

“fucking hell,” this time his sigh is much more exaggerated. heesung watches as he hides his head in his arms and pulls his legs up onto the couch. “i promise you, nothing is going on.”

“are you sure about that?”

“yes.”

“are you really sure? because taehyun—”

“taehyun what?” soobin’s head immediately shoots up hearing his name. the wide-eyed look on his face makes heesung slightly laugh. “if he said anything, ignore him, he’s not telling the truth.”

“i don’t know,” heesung exhales, shifting around to make himself more comfortable. “you did take a bit too long in the kitchen.”

soobin groans, head dipping down to hide his slightly burning ears. “whatever he told you, it’s nothing.”

“nothing is going on with y/n?”

“nothing.”

“what’s nothing?” yeji’s voice cuts through their conversation. despite the innocence of her question, the glint in her eye tells soobin that she may or may not have heard their entire conversation.

“uhh, don’t worry about it,” he says, blinking when she simply nods and passes him the remote. he clears his throat, ignoring the sideways look he sees you give him. “what movies did you guys wanna watch?”

eventually everyone settles down, and before he knows it, they’ve watched two movies back to back. at some point when he makes his way to the kitchen, soobin sees you at the entrance putting your shoes on.

“y/n?” he says softly, catching your attention. he watches as your face reddens when you recognise his voice. “what are you doing? you can’t be leaving now. we still have to watch kiki’s delivery service.”

his words make you smile which leaves a strange feeling in his chest. it’s similar to the one he felt when you leant into him as he tucked your hair behind your ears. soobin has to force himself to not stare at your face, because he’d rather not have a repeat of what happened earlier in the kitchen.

“i know, i know,” you mumble softly. “but i didn’t bring any spare clothes so i can’t sleep over.”

soobin frowns. “yeah, but it’s like,” he pauses and checks the time on the grand clock hung on the wall. “nearly two in the morning. you can’t go home at this time.”

“i’ll be fine,” you say, somewhat caught off guard by his sudden courtesy. “don’t worry about me.”

“i’ll let you borrow something. everyone else is staying,” he pleads, watching as you stare up at him with a million thoughts behind your eyes. “just this once.”

it’s not until after a lengthy silence that you slowly nod your head. there’s an odd sense of pride that he feels after managing to successfully convince you, and so he smiles, both dimples appearing on display. it triggers you to bashfully do the same, ears burning red as he looks at you.

“great,” he says, eyes smilling along with his mouth. “i’ll just put this away and i’ll take you upstairs in a sec.”

soobin makes sure that there’s not a random taehyun in the corner of the room, watching him speak to you as he walks you upstairs. you make ample conversation with him, which he’s grateful for because he’s sure that he would just stay in silence and make everything awkward again. when you sit on his bed, talking about how cute you find his hedgehog, soobin smiles into his wardrobe as he searches for clothes for you to wear.

“he probably shitted on like, half of my mom’s fancy pillows, but he’s so cute i literally did not care.”

“you won’t say that when he shits on your bed twice a week,” soobin grimaces, pulling out a shirt from the numerous piles of clothes he has. “here. this should be good.”

“thank you,” you accept the piece of clothing with a shy smile. “i think ryujin brought a spare pair of trousers so i’ll just use that.”

soobin nods as you speak, fiddling with random clothes so that he looks busy while he tries to think of something to say. “um, i just wanted to apologise,” he starts, turning his body so that he’s now facing you. “for earlier. in the kitchen.”

your face is evidently shocked, and it makes soobin regret bringing it up in the first place. did you want to just forget about it and move on?

“oh right,” you laugh nervously and shift around on his bed. “don’t worry about it. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“yeah i didn’t mean to snap at you,” he says sheepishly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck like it always does when he gets nervous. “sorry, about that.”

“ohh, you mean that?” your words have him confused, and he looks at you with his brows furrowed. “i thought you were talking about the, you know?”

you bring your hand up to your ear and start tucking your hair behind your ear, mimicking his movements. once he catches on, his face turns a deep red colour, almost the same colour as yours.

“oh, well, i mean, i’m sorry for that too,” soobin blurts out, and he cringes in the process because he definitely could’ve worded that better. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“no! no, i wasn’t,” you pause to swallow, and suddenly your eyes are avoiding his. “uncomfortable, or anything like that.”

“oh,” is all he says, before a long silence ensues. he didn’t make you uncomfortable? despite doing all that? friends don’t even do that and yet here the two of you are. “i’m glad then.”

there’s a small smile on his face as you nod, but for some reason you’re still avoiding his eyes. the silence in the room is palpitable, and it doesn’t help that it’s just you two, alone in his room, while the rest of your friends are probably scheming and betting with each other on what you’re both up to. the air is suffocating, and he desperately wants to say something to break the tension, but you alone with him in his room is honestly driving him insane.

“are you tired? do you want to sleep?” he asks, relieved that he noticed you yawning. you shake your head and try to stop yourself from yawning again, but the small laugh that he lets out just shows that you’re unsuccessful.

“shut up,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as he laughs again. “i’m not sleepy, let’s go downstairs before it’s too late.”

when soobin sees you wearing his shirt, he tries his best to play it cool and not look at you every five seconds. but it’s not the easiest task in the world, especially since you always find a way to involve him in your conversations. it seems like he’s lost his grip on reality lately, because why on earth does his brain keep going back to you?

you’re the centre of his thoughts when you laugh at his jokes, and you’re the centre of his thoughts when you unknowingly compliment him. when he carries you upstairs because you’ve passed out on the floor, your sleeping face is all that’s on his mind. and while the others are spread across the two guest rooms, soobin knows that you prefer to sleep alone, so he rests you in his bed. it takes too much of his self restraint to not run his fingers through your hair and caress your face. mainly because a) he’d probably look like a creep, and b) because you aren’t close enough for that.

there’s a part of him that wonders why he’s being so accommodating to you, especially since you crushed his knee when he came to visit odi at your place. and yet despite all his questioning, there’s a small reason in the back of his mind that links to an incident a few years ago, that might be the reason why he’s suddenly doing all this.

but he’d like to think that it’s just something else.

still, the fact that you snuggled into him when he had you in his arms has his mind going crazy and his heart beating at light speed. so when he finally leaves his room and shuts the door to his parents’ room behind him, he knows that he’s gone insane.

and this reality hits him once he lays down in a bed that’s not his own, because why has he given up his own bed to let you sleep in it? his parents’ bed might be comfortable, but there was literally no proper reason to have you sleep in his bed. with a mind that has never been this distracted before, soobin shuts his eyes like it would shut out the thoughts of you in his head.

falling asleep has never been harder for him.

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♡ let's fall in love!: 34. #YNBIN #ANTIYNBIN #YNBINHATER

↳ synopsis: you’ve been harboring a crush on the ever so oblivious and aloof choi soobin since the beginning of university. finally in your third year, you decide to confess. but what happens when your confession goes another direction?

↳ warnings: i do not know

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a/n: and that's a wrap!! thank u to everyone who read and enjoyed let's fall in love! as much as i did and for showing this smau lots of love!! let's meet again during best friend 😁👍🫶

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hii can i be added to the taglist for take a hint? it's so good !

whhsjajsh thank u😭😭 i’ll add uuu

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17. bruno mars - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, mentions of kissing, friends insulting each other, empty threats

a/n: i love soobin sm man it’s not even funny

16. birds of a feather | masterlist | 18. weird

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☆ let's fall in love!: 32. third time's a Charm

↳ synopsis: you’ve been harboring a crush on the ever so oblivious and aloof choi soobin since the beginning of university. finally in your third year, you decide to confess. but what happens when your confession goes another direction?

↳ warnings: none afaik

You're nervous. Soobin is sitting across from you on your bed, hugging your giant Hello Kitty Squishmallow and you're nervous. A myriad of thoughts race through your mind, you don't even notice Soobin getting himself ready for what he's about to do.

"So..."

"So..."

You both begin at the same time and you both giggle in response.

"You go first," you tell Soobin.

Soobin nods and begins to speak again, "There's a lot that's been going on my mind lately. And I've been having a lot of feelings. And I didn't know what to do with them so I wrote a song about how I felt. Do you want to hear it?"

You nod at him and smile as Soobin takes out his phone and clicks on a music file. Pressing play, he lets out a soft sigh, "I really hope you like it."

A slow melody starts and the song already sounds like it's something that's come from a fairytale. Immediately you can hear Soobin begin to sing.

♪ You approach me gently through a square screen

The one who planted a silver-coloured fantasy in my heart

My one and only, a little fairy ♪

Soobin's eyes meet yours shyly as you continue to listen to the song and you notice his reddening ears. You give him a little thumbs up as the song continues playing.

♪ Like early morning mist, you approach me

Your long hair flowing, you whisper with a soft smile

Whenever I see her, I'm not lonely

Even with my sad heart, it disappears far away

She's my fairy of shampoo

From this moment on, I will love her ♪

If it's even possible, your mind begins to race even faster at the mention of the word love.

There's no way...?

You continue to listen to the song as your mind spirals out of control, taking to heart every word and every lyric you hear.

It's beautifully written and the amount of emotion Soobin sings with makes you want to cry. Well, you're actually already crying at the song, as it comes to an end.

"Why are you crying? Did you not like it?" Soobin asks with a pout. He's quick to lean over and wipe your tears away with his thumbs, watching as you look at him with your usual glossy eyes.

"No, I loved it. It's beautiful. It's a masterpiece," you hiccup and he continues to wipe away your tears. "It makes me feel so happy."

"I actually have something else to tell you��"

"Can I play you my song first?" you ask.

Soobin gasps, like he wasn't expecting you to write a song without him, so he nods. He seems like he doesn't know what to expect.

You turn on your own phone and open up your own music file. Without saying anything, you play the song.

♪ I really don't like awkwardness, I just smile

Baby I know we were special, one of a kind, special

Your eyes that look like an empty gift box

You and I in the setting sun ♪

Soobin just smiles and dances along to the upbeat song and you begin to sway along to your own voice too.

♪ But it's you, you're the one that I want

You, everything that I want

Blue, the blue that fell next to me

Everything changes

But it's you, at 5:53

You, this special world is beautiful ♪

At the lyrics, Soobin gasps a little and his cheeks begin to match his ears. Hopefully he picks up what you're putting down.

♪ Cause of imagination, at that sky

The orange-coloured magic, before it comes to an end

Cause of imagination, in that moment

Can you feel the rush, can you feel the rush?

Time, please stop ♪

As you look back up at Soobin again, he's looking at you differently. Something in the air has changed as he moves closer to you.

He takes both of your hands and intertwines your fingers, moving your arms along with his as he makes the two of you dance.

The music comes to a close and Soobin chuckles lightly, "Can I continue what I was saying now?"

"No. Tell me what you thought of my song first," you demand.

Soobin huffs, laughing even more, "I like it. It's very cute. Very you."

You smile at his comment and motion for him to continue speaking.

"I like you. And I meant you when we were looking at the sunset. Not the sun. I like you. And that's why I wrote that song," Soobin confesses.

You jaw hangs open in shock and you fall backwards on to your bed.

"Everything makes sense now," you mutter.

"Does it?" Soobin replies.

"Yeah." you respond. "I have something to say too. When I first came to the studio three months ago, it was to confess my feelings for you. I wasn't really a fan. I didn't even know you were a singer."

"What?!" Soobin nearly yells. "How was I supposed to know you had feelings for me?! Who even confesses like that?"

"Me!" you yell back in reply. "I didn't think that whole thing through and it came out weird!"

Soobin just lays down beside you as he shakes violently with laughter, turning to face you.

"You're so cute, you know that?" he states simply. "I'm glad it was you. I know your song was also a declaration of your feelings for me, but what did you write about?"

"Our... first three dates?" you ask, a bit confused about what to call the outings.

"I'll take you out on a real date and you can write even more songs," Soobin promises. "You just have to say yes to this one question."

"Be mine?"

You've never answered "yes" to a question so quickly in your life before.

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☆ let's fall in love!: 29. i like You

↳ synopsis: you’ve been harboring a crush on the ever so oblivious and aloof choi soobin since the beginning of university. finally in your third year, you decide to confess. but what happens when your confession goes another direction?

↳ warnings: none and i will not be apologizing for what you are about to read

"Did you make all of these yourself?" he asks, grinning as you pass him a fork.

"Sorta! My friend's brother helped me," you admit, shrugging.

Soobin is not not jealous, but he is also not jealous as his smile falters. He would love to bake with you — he thinks that even if the two of you fail, it would still be fun. Like a date.

The sun is still high in the sky as Soobin chooses to dig into the mango cake first, picking at a ripe cube of mango that sits on top of the whipped cream. He brings it to his mouth and makes eye contact with you. You look expectant, wanting to see his reaction at your creation.

He puts the mango in his mouth first, then slices off some cake and shovels that into his mouth as well. To no one's surprise, the cake is delicious. Not too sweet and not too sour; not to mention how the tartness of the mango rounds out the flavours. It'samazing.

Soobin swallows and exclaims excitedly, "This cake is amazing, Y/N! We should make it together sometime!"

You smile at him and nod, "Of course! Anytime you want."

Soobin moves onto the cheesecake next. He cuts off a large chunk of it off the slice and immediately shoves it into his mouth. He lets out a sigh at the first flavours he tastes. The cheesecake is rich and creamy and the salted caramel adds a little bit of a nice kick. The flavours melt together heavenly in his mouth and he can only think about eating more of it.

You look at him, a bit smug, and say, "No words?"

"None," he replies. "I just want more."

You giggle at his response and Soobin focuses on the curve of your mouth as you smile at him. It's like this is the first time he's ever heard your laughter. It rings loudly and clearly in his ears; almost like music. Soobin thinks he could hear you laugh all the time. It's melodic sounding, very pleasing to listen to.

"Well, aren't you going to have some more?" you ask, with a slight tilt of your head.

You're possibly the cutest thing he's ever seen. The tilt of your head, the lilt of your soft voice, the way your glossy eyes look at him. You might just ruin his life. Soobin thinks he's in big trouble now.

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Four mini cakes, much laughter, and three hours later, the sun begins to set in the sky. Gone is the pale blue sky; it has been replaced with the soft hues of blush and apricot. The sun is barely moving, but you point it out anyways. Soobin smiles in response.

Butterflies take shelter in Soobin's stomach as his thoughts eat him up alive. It's almost time to confess. It's your favourite time of day, you look gorgeous during golden hour, and you've just had a really good time.

Soobin notices as you shift over in your seat, moving closer to him so that your shoulders brush up against each other. This must be some badly written romance movie, because Soobin's poor heart can't handle it. The pitter pattering in his chest is so loud, he thinks you can probably hear it from your distance.

"Isn't the sun so pretty?" you ask. You turn to face Soobin, with what seems like all the fondness in the world in your eyes.

It takes Soobin all his might not to kiss you — it takes everything in him not to grab the back of your head and bring your lips to his.

Instead he nods, smiling at you, "Very."

You turn back to the sun and Soobin can only curse at himself in his head. How is he supposed to confess to you when you look like this? So happy and carefree? How is he supposed to put into words all the things you've made him feel in the last few weeks?

The two of you stay silent, staring at the setting sun for a while, until Soobin speaks up.

"I like you."

There's another silence afterwards; neither of you daring to speak as the sun quietly makes its exit.

You finally turn to look at him with a soft smile.

"I like the sun too."

At the absurdity of it all, Soobin just breaks into quiet laughter, hands pressed to his stomach as you grin at him with a confused look on your face.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" you ask.

"No— you did nothing wrong. You're just cute," Soobin replies as he finally stops laughing. He puts a hand on your head and pats you softly. "I'm the one who did something wrong. Sorry."

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𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

!! 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 , 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 !!

— Your classmate, Soobin, is assigned to be your tutor, but how can you learn anything being face to face with such a cute boy? (1.5k)

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16. birds of a feather - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, empty threats, it gets kinda cute (?) at some parts idk man how do you describe things, mentions of kissing and sex but there’s no actual smut

a/n: results day went well God is so good😁

15. true friendship | masterlist | 17. bruno mars

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are you really about to do this? it hasn’t even been a week since soobin spontaneously appeared at your front door and offered a truce between you, and yet you’re sitting in the the back of your parents’ car on the way to his new house, a cage for his infamous pet secured next to you. you’re not sure who’s idea it was to invite your family round for the housewarming, but you’re one hundred percent sure that you’d rather be going anywhere else than there.

when your parents knock on the door, gifts in their hands, it’s soobin who welcomes you inside. you don’t miss the way he stiffens when his dad tells him to help you with bringing odi into the house, nor do you miss how he sharply inhales when your hand brushes against his as you pass him the bag full of odi’s toys. it is strange, however, how he drags you around to greet all the aunties and uncles invited over to the house, hands pushing at your shoulders as you unwillingly drag your feet along.

“why do you have the whole country in your house?” you grumble, heart dropping when you see another pair of people walk through the front door. he only shrugs, standing up to drag you over and say hello. “these better be the last people arriving.”

“you know how my mom is,” he sighs, watching as you down the last of your drink as if you’re out drinking with friends. “there’s still more people on their way.”

as you reluctantly trudge your feet across the cool marble floor, soobin’s hand tugs at your wrist. you pretend that you don’t see the prying eyes of the adults staring at you two interacting, curious looks apparent on all their faces. the way he’s so quick to nudge you to remind you to smile and act all courteous doesn’t help your case at all. at this rate, you two will definitely be the subject of their gossip sessions.

when you’ve finally finished greeting the last of the late comers, soobin scoffs as he watches you make a beeline for his couch, immediately collapsing into the puffy pillows. and when you motion for another drink, he finds himself complying.

“unbelievable,” he says, watching as you shoo him away with your hands. “this is my house, you know.”

“i shouldn’t have come here,” you mutter to yourself, ignoring the way he rolls his eyes. “too many people.”

“and how do you think i feel?” he waves his hands around as he speaks. it reminds you of one of those inflatable balloon figures and you have to try your best to not laugh. “this is the worst situation possible.”

you figure you’ve had enough of interacting with him, and instead make your way to the smaller room where odi’s cage has been temporarily placed. currently, he’s fast asleep, his little body curled up inside of the hut. and although you had him in your care for just over a month, he’s still as cute as you thought he was when you first met him.

“are you going to pay more attention to odi or me?”

soobin’s voice brings you back to reality. turning around to face him, he’s leaning back on a countertop arms crossed as he watches you crouch next to the cage and fawn over the sleeping animal. you’re about to reply to him, when one of the younger kids come running up to you.

“y/n, y/n!” you recognise him as soobin’s younger cousin. “are you soobin’s girlfriend?”

the question has you frozen for a moment, before you have to fight back the urge to laugh. you look up at soobin, whose face is flushed with red.

“no, i’m not,” you say, and you watch as the boy’s face falls before it forms into a look of confusion. he looks no older than three, and he looks so cute that you want to pinch his cheeks. “why? what makes you think that?”

“my mom was talking about it with her friends,” he confesses, brows still furrowed as if he’s trying to solve a difficult puzzle. “she said you look cute together.”

you have to try your best to not gag, instead smiling akwardly as soobin clamps his hand around his cousin’s face. “i think that’s enough now, hm?” soobin picks the boy up in his arms, ruffling his hair which makes him giggle. “what would aunty say if she knew you were going around and embarassing people?”

the kid only blinks, staring up at his older cousin with wide eyes. soobin walks into the main living room and you trail behind him, surprised at how good he is at calming children down. you’ve seen so many different sides of choi soobin in the past few weeks, and it messes with your brain because it feels almost illegal to see him not live up to the image you have of him in your head. soobin gently lets him down, holding his hand as he stands on his legs.

“you shouldn’t tell everyone what someone says,” he reminds him softly, crouching down so that they’re both at eye level. “it can make people uncomfortable.”

“oh,” the boy replies, head dipping in shame. he’s so cute, you think. “i’m sorry y/n.”

“it’s okay,” you reassure him, a smile on your face. his face lights up as he hears you, mouth twisting into a wide smile. so cute.

“go play with the others,” soobin pats his head and he nods, a single dimple appearing on his cheek as he smiles. as he runs off into the garden, you find yourself staring at the six foot something man before you.

“what?,” he blinks, sitting in the chair next to you. “sorry about that, by the way. he can be a little too straight forward sometimes.”

“don’t worry about it,” you say dismissively. “he’s so cute. i want to pinch his cheeks.”

“don’t tell me you’re one of those people who have immense baby fever,” he scoffs, and you frown. “kids are cute, but they’re so annoying. could never deal with them.”

“but you just did, though?” you tilt your head and soobin looks at you, confused. “you’re good with them, i mean.”

“oh right,” he blinks, suddenly finding the flowers on the coffee table interesting. “i could never have my own, though.”

you hum in agreement, looking into the garden where most of the people are. it’s good weather outside, perfect for a gathering like this one. it’s just strange that you’re actually at this particular gathering, sitting on the couch in the house of a man you’ve fought with countless times before.

the day continues on, and you find yourself sticking around soobin more than you thought you would. you try your best to not roll your eyes and make snarky comments at every little thing he does, because there are people around. at some point yeonjun and beomgyu arrive with their families, and you find the four of you sitting in soobin’s room, away from all the people.

“you still have to explain to me how this happened,” beomgyu nudges your shoulder, breaking away your attention from your phone. you look at him in confusion, and he gestures around him. “you know, why you’re actually being nice to him, and vice versa.”

“who said i was being nice to him?” you scoff adjusting yourself on his bed. currently, yeonjun and soobin are playing games on his ps5, while you and beomgyu spectate. well, more like pretend to pay attention while you do fuck all on your phones. soobin only managed to find one extra chair, leaving you to sit on his bed. “this is what you call ‘growing up’.”

“what part of you is grown?” beomgyu snorts and you hit him lightly on the arm. “i didn’t even know you were supposed to be here.”

“you do know that our parents are close friends, right? as in our-children-are-born-a-month-apart close?” you look at him weirdly and he raises his hands. “my mom saw him when he came over to drop off odi and went crazy, talking about how she’s ‘so glad we made up’ and some other shit like that.”

beomgyu pulls a face. “you didn’t tell me how you made up, y/n.”

“kiss and make up,” you joke, but beomgyu doesn’t seem to realise that and his eyes suddenly look like they’re about to pop out his head.

“you kissed him?!” his voice is loud and it hurts your ears. it attracts the attention of soobin and yeonjun, who were previously very absorbed in their game. you have to hit him again to get him to shut up, but even then his mouth hangs wide open in shock. “you’re moving too fast. stop it.”

“i did not kiss him,” you hiss, voice dropping as you say the last bit. “i would rather die.”

“then why does he act like that towards you?” he furrows his brows, and when you make a face that says you don’t understand, he waves his hands around wildly. “you know, like how he’s so?”

“so what?” you exasperate, patience running thin. he gestures back and forth between you and soobin, who’s refocused on his game. “choi beomgyu, what on earth are you on about?”

“might be the crazy talking, but he acts like he likes you.”

“and what makes you think that?”

beomgyu takes a deep breath. “well firstly, he’s a bit too comfortable with you. like, i saw him leaning into you when we were sitting on the little stone steps outside, which by the way, is weird in itself that he sat next to you. secondly,” he speaks quickly, pausing to take another breath. “he’s always giving or offering you things. i overheard you talking earlier and i swear he said you could sleep in his bed if you’re that tired. like, hello? that is not normal.”

“yeah, i think that’s the crazy talking,” you say after a long silence. choi soobin? liking you? never in a million years. “are you sure you didn’t drink?”

“oh fuck off,” he rolls his eyes. “emphasis on the last bit, by the way. why couldn’t he just offer you the spare room? his house is massive.”

“because it’s not furnished,” you say, recalling how he took you on a house tour when you arrived. “unless he wanted me to sleep on the floor, then he would tell me to sleep there.”

“the old choi soobin would make you sleep outside,” he points out, watching the way you purse your lips together. “but somehow, he’s offered his own fucking bed. if you guys didn’t fuck in it, or at the very least kiss, then i don’t know how else to explain whatever that is.”

“i don’t even know how it happened,” you lie, burying your head in your hands to avoid the judgemental stare he’s been giving you. “he’s confusing me too. you’re not the only one.”

“how is he confusing you?” beomgyu quizzes, glancing at the screaming duo in front of the tv. “you’re almost as bad as him.”

his words catch your attention. “what? no i’m not. give me one good example.”

“preparing more food with him in the kitchen. and fucking giggling as you do so,” he speaks quickly to prevent you from cutting him off. “anything that you do with him, you’re giggling, to be honest. just anything.”

“how specific, thank you,” you reply sarcastically. “you do realise that we can’t be fighting in front of all these people? have to be somewhat nice to each other. might have to dial it down though, because his cousin asked if we were dating.”

“doesn’t that speak volumes?” beomgyu exasperates. he finds it unbelievable how you don’t see what he’s trying to say. “you’re so slow.”

“shut up,” you mutter. you feel a headache oncoming. “it’s his fault. too friendly too fast.”

beomgyu doesn’t say anything, because he’s glad that you at least recognise that. it’s not that he’s against you two becoming friends, he just doesn’t want you to rush into things and burn too quickly — for lack of a better phrasing.

he watches soobin offer to help you bring up some food as you ask everyone what they’d like. soobin holds up the controller to let him know that he can play, and when he slides into the chair next to yeonjun, the two of them exchange a look, the door closing with a soft thud.

“i can’t be the only who sees it,” he starts, and yeonjun immediately catches on. “this isn’t gonna end well, is it?”

“not unless he brings it up first,” the oldest agrees, turning in the chair to crack his back. “y/n would never say anything, would she?”

“nah she’d just ignore him and let it go to shit again,” he sighs, another bunch of laughter erupting from downstairs. “not sure if we can do anything about it though.”

yeonjun clicks his tongue, because he knows that soobin’s too stubborn to admit to his wrongs and that you’re too adamant to give way and let go of the past. still, he’s glad that you two have managed to find some sort of common ground now. he just hopes you talk it out and don’t let it ruin itself like you did last time.

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[ctrlaltsoob]

hii ! could i be added to the taglist for take a hint pls and ty !!

ofc bb💞💞

[ctrlaltsoob]

15. true friendship - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, empty threats, mentions of kissing, hoon tries to make a balls joke again booooo

a/n: google how do you deal with Stress

14. not funny | masterlist | 16. birds of a feather

more under the cut [sns]

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