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fate.

abt sunghoon x fem!reader fluff bsf’s brother au cw none wc 1090 a/n sorry for being ia ! school is kicking my ass TT

what’s worse than having a normal crush is having a crush on your best friend's brother, sunghoon. he’s not any typical brother; he's the younger brother who doesn't talk to anyone besides his friends and family. the younger brother, who only has one face for every emotion. he’s the younger brother who's the eldest among his friends.

it’s even worse when he goes to your school. fate loves to be a hater and decided that you two should see each other everywhere, whether he's behind you in line at the cafeteria or walking the same hall after your drama class and his gym class. wherever you are, sunghoon is there. some people would think it's a blessing to be around their crush all the time, and it is. it’s also a curse, as instead of greeting him, you find yourself running as far away as possible from him.

the idea of your best friend finding out isn't the reason you're running away. in fact, you even told her you liked him, and she didn't seem to care at all. all she did was laugh. she finds it hilarious how he's gullible and you're here trying to keep yourself from running away when he's around, especially when you're at her house. from sitting next to you on the couch for a movie night to grabbing a cup from the cabinet in the kitchen where you're eating, you'd expect her to glare at you, but she only tries to hold her laughter in.

you don't know why you can't function when he's around every time. is it because he smells like pencil shaving all the time, his glasses suit his face shape, or he wears that umber leather jacket over his uniform every day? it’s weird since you complain all the time that you miss him, but when you do see him, you're suddenly meters away from his presence. you hate the idea of talking to him, but at the same time, you love talking about him with your friends. when your friends insult him, like his haircut or the fact that he's part of the chess club, your mouth starts talking back as if you were a lawyer defending their client.

the one question that makes everyone you know intrigued is: how come you've never had at least one interaction with him?

‘i saw sunghoon in the hallway first thing in the morning.’ you write on the sticky note, passing it to your friend in the middle of your drama class. your teacher has been too busy blabbering about her life in acting school for the past hour. you look up at the clock; it's five before the bell rings. some of your classmates are doing work, and others are on their phones. no one seems to be listening to her at all; they're all waiting for the bell.

yeojin passes a sticky note to you. 'what did you do?’ she stared at you as you retold her what happened with your fingers. you tried to tell her that you walked past him, but she didn't understand your gestures. "what?" she mouths. you lean close enough so she can hear your whispers.

"i walked past him," you whisper lowly so the teacher wouldn't notice but loud enough for yeojin to hear. she covers her mouth, restraining herself from bursting into laughter. as the bell rings, your teacher mentions a project due in a few days while you get ready to leave.

the performing arts department is in a long, separate hallway away from regular classes. in that hallway is also the gym, where sunghoon finishes his class. the hallway is tiring for you and yeojin, but all you want to do is get to your next class without having to see sunghoon. yeojin leaves you for her class, which is the one near the exit of the hall. you’re here, walking alone to the end of the hall.

sometimes it takes you two minutes to get to your class or more, depending on the number of people. as you go through multiple people squished like sardines in a can and make your way to the end of the hall, you halt, hearing your name and an unfamiliar voice.

"oh, y/n, you dropped this," sunghoon says as you look behind. he picks up a notebook from the floor and hands it to you. you’re frozen and silent, and he simply smiles at you and leaves. you run to your next class and sit down in your seat as you contemplate.

many things are happening at once—things that you found impossible.

he says your name and gives you your journal, the one place where you talk about him, then proceeds to smile at you. it sounds impossible, but it did indeed happen. but what's really important is that he spoke to you.

you haven't seen sunghoon since that interaction. you don't see him in the hallways at school or in the living room at their house.

whenever eunha calls him down for dinner, he'll just stay silent or respond that he's busy. when he did come out of his room, it was only to return your journal. your best friend accidentally gave him your journal when he asked her to get his notebook.

it was a simple mistake; he didn't mean to look inside. the outside looked like his, but the inside was totally different. when he opened a random page, he noticed how his notes were colourful, his handwriting was curvier than it should be, and the words were the total opposite of physics. he put his glasses on and immediately closed the book as he read the first sentence.

‘i miss sunghoon.’ he quickly pushes the book off his table and backs away from it. he’s shocked in many ways. those words are playing in his head on repeat. all he can imagine is your voice saying those words. he wants to know what else you say about him, but it's wrong; it's your privacy. he approaches the book but is wary of picking it up. his hands are trembling the more he moves closer, until the pads of his fingers touch the leather cover.

he leaves his room with the journal in his hand. his eyes meet with yours as he enters the living room, places your journal down on the coffee table, and grabs his. you quickly grabbed your journal and sat on it as he asked you a question before he walked out.

"are you busy this friday?"

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gyueumz · 2 months

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love again.

abt heeseung x fem!reader fluff angst exes 2 lovers cw none wc 757 a/n tysm for all the love on my riki fic ><

you watch your friends figure out what movie to watch. it was midnight, and you decided to invite your friends over for a sleepover. you watched the tv as your friend scrolled through the list of movies.

“i’m gonna get us some food,” you said as you stood up to go to the kitchen.

you opened the cabinet to find nothing. checking the fridge, you find an almost empty carton of juice and your sibling’s leftover soup from a week ago. there was nothing to eat.

you reasoned, “might as well buy something.” you grabbed your jacket and left the house. you went to the local convenience store and thought about what to buy. you went to the snack aisle to find whatever you could find. just chips and sweets are fine. you grabbed a few bags of chips and candy and went to the checkout. you set the items on the counter and open your wallet to look for some money.

“12.59,” the cashier said. you look up to give them a twenty-dollar bill and recognise them. you were perplexed, and they were mirroring your expression.

you questioned the man in front of you, “heeseung?” heeseung was your boyfriend in high school. you’ve been dating him since your first year of high school, but after you graduated, he told you he was moving away because his parents got a better job in another city. it’s been three years, and now he finally appears in front of you, in a convenience store.

“y/n.” heeseung spoke up, and you two were silent. you tried looking away. he remarked, “it’s been a while.” you nodded, "yeah, it has. i didn’t know you were working here. i go here all the time.”

he said, grinning, “i just started working here last week. you looked behind you and saw no one in the store, then looked back at him. "how have you been?” he asked. “i’m doing great, how about you?”

“i’m fine as well,” he said. “so what are you doing in pyjamas at midnight? it’s not something you’d do.” he’s right; you would never go in the middle of the night in pyjamas buying food. you’re surprised he still has a vague memory of you.

you replied, “i have a few friends over, and i didn’t have food at my house, so i just walked here.

"you live around here?”

“yeah, i moved here last year.” heeseung smiled at your response. he always found himself grinning foolishly when he was talking to you.

“i’m sorry,” he said. his smile turned into a frown.

“sorry for what?” your tone grew softer. why would he apologise when he hasn’t done anything wrong to you since your breakup?

“for suddenly seeing you here,” what he really meant was he should’ve seen you at a proper place and proper time, “and for leaving you.”

he felt guilty for breaking up with you because he had to move. there was no reason to be mad at him; it was reasonable for him to break up with you.

“you don’t need to be sorry; i forgave you the day you left.”

“i’m still sorry. i should’ve never left you in the first place.” with each passing word, you could feel your heart dropping.

“stop crying; you’re making me cry.” you noticed tears starting to fall down your cheeks. your words made him laugh.

“why are you crying?” he asked while chuckling.

you said, wiping away your tears, “’cause you’re crying.” you weren’t wrong when you said you did everything with him.

“you’re pretty when you cry,” he said. you tried hiding your flustered face. you uttered, “i miss this.” you miss being around heeseung; his presence was already comforting enough.

“if you still haven’t moved on, we can try again.” he smiled at you while holding your hand. “i’d love that,” you responded with a smile. your phone started ringing, and you picked it up.

“where did you go?” your friend on the phone asked, “i went to the kitchen, but you weren’t even there.”

“i’m at a convenience store; there wasn’t any food, so i went to go buy some.”

they yelled, “well, you better come back; we’ll start the movie without you if you don’t come back sooner.”

“i’ll be there.” after hanging up, you turned to face heeseung. you assured him you had each other’s number, and you took your food. he called your name as you approached the door.

“your change!” he yelled as he opened the cash register.

“keep it.”

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gyueumz · 2 months

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your account is so cute! ><

aaaa tysm im a rlly big fan of u >< i love ur works sm !!

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gyueumz · 2 months

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vandalize.

abt riki x fem!reader fluff cw vandalism wc 682 a/n first work >< !

you’re done with love.

this is the fourth time you’ve gone on a date with some weird guy. they keep getting worse every time. your first date couldn’t stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn’t want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn’t stop calling you insecure — when you weren’t. if your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.

she shows you instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting — from what she’s heard by others. you interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.

“y/n, trust me, they’re not going to be as bad as the others!” she urges.

“you said that last time. i’m done, danielle.” you clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.

‘I’M DONE WITH LOVE!’

you pointed out your writing on the table to danielle, making her roll her eyes.

'wow, emo. are you heartbroken?’

those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. you pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.

'not really. men just irritate me. speaking of which, are you a guy?’

danielle walks in and sits next to you, observing that you’re not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.

“what’s got you smiling now?”

“look,” you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, “someone replied to my vandal.” she leans in to read your messages.

“very modern,” she sarcastically remarks. “who knows, that could be the love of your life.”

“you’re crazy. what 'love of my life’ are you talking about? we don’t even know anything about them.”

she nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. “but, y/n, admit it. you’re excited,” she teases.

riki eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. he grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.

he waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. his friend urges him to leave with him so they’ll do their project, but all he replies is that he’ll follow along. as his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.

'not all men, i’m different from them.’

you looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.

“what if we skipped our next class? so we can see who’s answering your messages,” danielle suggests.

“no way. we’re going to be absent from our next class just because you’re curious about who’s answering.”

“nuh uh, it’s for love.”

from there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.

'so you’re a guy. well, i hope you’re different from them.’

'hah! i’m a good boy :)’

'really now?’

danielle grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.

'really now? do you have a girlfriend?’

'nope. i don’t think anyone would want to date me. what about you?’

she squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. “he’s single, y/n, he’s single!” you scoff and ignore her antics.

'me neither. my friend won’t stop setting me up on dates.’

riki hasn’t replied to your message since. he’s afraid that this might be his last chance at love. he’s been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.

he just wasn’t good enough.

you thought the conversation ended there. it’s been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. danielle lost hope as well until the end of the week.

'maybe she can set us up together?’

“hurry up and ask for his name. i might know him!” she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.

'i’d love that. i’m y/n.’

'riki :)’

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