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turns out not only did i have this account for one year, but i also created drum me stupid a whole year ago too! ☹️🩷

DRUM ME, STUPID! ☆ p.js

pairing: drummer!jisung x fem!reader

drum me, stupid! synopsis: a story about a college student enjoying her life in school perfectly fine, until one of her friends drags the group along to watch their school's band perform. little did she know that day would be marked as the day her whole world turned upside down because of a particular, nonchalant, and difficult drummer boy. a drummer boy who spilled his entire drink on her brand new outfit at a party and never came back.

genre: college au, social media au (some chapters will be written though!), music band au, slight enemies to lovers, unrequited love (for a bit), whole bunch of fluff, angst, mutual pining, silly humor

warnings: explicit language, college partying, alcohol consumption, A LOT of banter between characters including sexual/kys/death jokes of the sort, reader's kind of an ass (in the beginning), jisung ends up being a lover boy once the "nonchalant" wears off, yeonjun flirts like 24/7, overwhelming feelings that the characters can't handle

author's note: hi! since i've always enjoyed reading smaus and always get writers block with full on stories, i decided to make my own :] please excuse my bad knowledge on any of these majors or experiences and none of this reflects the real lives of the kpop idols! this was written solely for entertainment and fun! enjoy!!<3

comment if you wish to be tagged for the story's updates!

profiles #1 ☆ profiles #2

chapters will be added once they're posted!

episode 1: i did NOT agree to this gc name!

episode 2: costumers of ningcreates?!

episode 3: the universe is out to get me

episode 4: p.y.t (pretty young thing) (written)

episode 5: jisung's a coward, we all say in unison

episode 6: the latte lounge incident (written)

episode 7: hating each other era

episode 8: future uncles and aunt

episode 9: apologies & new beginnings

episode 10: what a lover boy!

episode 11: love like the movies (written)

episode 12: super obvious, but still not a confession

episode 13: my wonderwall, at least i hope so (written)

episode 14: she's going ghost mode on me

episode 15: ain't no way a girl got you like this

episode 16: i missed you

episode 17: i missed you (too) (written)

episode 18: finally mine!

episode 19: ningcreates (expanded) fan club

episode 20: she fr got him liking musicals

episode 21: drummer's girlfriend duties

episode 22: i fear yeonjun's loyalty to latte lounge finally paid off

episode 23: first mistake: letting y/n out of your sight wtf

episode 24: you maam caller

episode 25: wym drummer boy has a driver's license??

episode 26: only losers make wishes at 11:11

episode 27: pussy boy stand up

episode 28: no girls allowed at rockway rehearsals! (written)

episode 29: crashed ynsung's date lol

episode 30: ning bag that shit

episode 31: drummed her stupid!

END! started: 06.23.24 finished: 09.03.24

BONUS CHAPTERS:

#1: close to you (written) tba. . .

#2: the not-so-silly apple or orange juice debate tba. . .

#3: finally meeting the parents? tba. . .

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[jirsungs]

backflips in a restaurant | mark lee

summary — in which y/n, the trinket collecting fiend finds comfort in a boy singing on youtube and ends up face to face with him

“now i’ve got a fuzzy feeling in my chest. butterflies inside my stomach and i bet you don't have a clue what you've been doing to me” (fuzzy feeling, grentperez)

pairing — university student!mark lee x fem!reader

featuring! (nct dream) (riize) shotaro, sungchan, and sohee (katseye) sophia (lesserafim) yunjin

genre/trope — fluff, angst (just a smidge), mutual pining, strangers to lovers, that wholesome kind of falling in love :”)

warning(s) — pls pay no mind to the time stamps, cursing (a lot), brain rot terms, kys jokes, the word Bro

updates — daily! (so far)

author’s note — my very first smau :”) pls bare with me this is my first born child. heavily based off grentperez’s amazing album “backflips in a restaurant” and of course my undying love for mark lee. i hope you all enjoy <3

parts —

y/n’s friendsies | mark squad

001. nice to meet you

fien? fien? fien? | flat earther.

002. girl at the station

who tf is mark lee | sybau cynthia!!!

003. falling for a friend

#findspidey | good luck charm😎

004. fuzzy feeling

hahaha x3 | markyn truthers

005. headspace

equally down bad | match ur freak

006. 12065

heart sank to my stomach | serious pants on.

007. everest

so silly | see you soon

008. need you around

[jirsungs]

i posted that chenle fic on accident. ITS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE YET

[jirsungs]

today marks one year since i started this account 😭😭🩷 WHAT THE FUCK BRO!!! HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY TO JIRSUNGS

[jirsungs]

started writing 30 minutes ago and why does my own writing hurt me. lord i feel for oc 💔

she's officially in the drafts!!!!! let's see how long this takes me to finish up... 😅

ngl i might change the synopsis as time passes... but rn this is the look of it :3

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i fear the makers of kpop demon hunters movie knew what they were doing cause why did i actually enjoy that 😭

it was so cute and silly. i already know i'm gonna grow emotionally attached to it. 9/10 film (the ending did NOT happen)

[jirsungs]

she's officially in the drafts!!!!! let's see how long this takes me to finish up... 😅

ngl i might change the synopsis as time passes... but rn this is the look of it :3

[jirsungs]

i seriously wish i stanned nct in 2021 so i could have the experience of experiencing beautiful when it first came out 💔💔 that song actually makes me bawl, no lie

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i kinda wanna write a chenle oneshot based on beabadoobee's "you're here that's the thing" because he was all i thought about when listening to it........ i might cook something up

[jirsungs]

THE BRUISE STILL BLOOMS

he only touches you in silence, and you only stay when it hurts. in a city that sings of love, he’s the ghost you keep inviting in, the ache you wear like devotion, and the bruise that still blooms.

pairing rockstar!park jisung x fem!reader genre suggestive (heavy make-out sessions), angst, fwb situationship warnings extremely toxic dynamics, explicit language word count 2.3k notes this is lowk ooc but i miss redsung and everything about redsung gives off toxic bf vibes so #whatever and #i hope u enjoy :p

YOU ALWAYS FOUND HIM IN THE SMOKE.

not the kind that curled from the end of a cigarette, but the kind that clung to dimly lit bars and the backrooms of venues too old to be legal, laced with the sweat of strangers and the echo of something you couldn’t name.

that’s where jisung always lived—in the grey between light and dark. just out of reach, but close enough to hurt.

tonight, he’s on stage again. crimson hair dripping with heat, eyes smudged in shadow and liner, like he’s trying to hide behind all the mess he’s ever made. he doesn’t look at you when he plays. he never does. but every strum of his guitar feels like a wound reopened just for you. like he writes pain just to make sure you never forget the way it feels.

your drink sweats in your hand. the ice long melted.

he plays like a vice, like each chord might bleed him dry. and maybe, that’s why you can't stop watching. why you always seem to come when he tells you to—even after a dozen nights where he vanished from your bed like a ghost, sheets still warm, lips still swollen from kissing you like he didn’t want to be forgiven—only worshipped.

the girl next to you screams too loud, mascara streaking down her cheeks from some emotion you’re too numb to feel. jisung tosses a wink into the crowd, and you know it’s not for you. it never is. he only sees you when you’re inches from him, back pressed to cold walls, heart aching from the absence of promises he never makes.

he finds you after the encore without saying a word, just jerks his chin towards the dressing room like he’s claiming you, like there wasn’t an entire week where he ignored your texts, like your name wasn’t a question he kept refusing to answer.

he smells like smoke, sweat, and adrenaline when he crowds you, slamming the door behind you. the music outside booms with fervour.

“still wearing that necklace, huh” he says, voice all gravel and cruelty dressed up like charm.

your fingers fly to the silver chain at your throat. you stole it off his nightstand two months ago, drunk on his cologne and some twisted hope that maybe taking it would mean something.

“missed me that much?” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers. there’s a smear of black near his lashes, and you hate how badly you want to kiss it clean.

“f’course you did.”

he kisses you like a storm—teeth, tongue, hands everywhere. it’s never soft with jisung. he takes. he marks. he leaves you aching in places you didn’t know could bruise. his lips find the familiar curve of your throat, and soon his name is all over your skin in purples and reds.

but when your nails start to dig too deep into his shoulders, he jerks away.

“i said no marks, baby...” he says—cool, detached. you were never allowed to leave your fingerprints on him. almost like he’s afraid someone might find out he bleeds for you too.

he pulls back completely, fixing his rings, all silver and indifference. “you should go.”

so, without a word, you leave. lipstick smudged, neck aflame, skin still humming from the way his mouth traced the softest parts of you like a warning.

the echo of him follows you down the narrow back hall of the venue, through the alley that reeks of stale beer and lost time, and out onto the quiet street where the cold night air sinks deep into your bones.

your footsteps falter. you’re not drunk—not on alcohol, at least. you’re intoxicated with him, with the way he says nothing and everything all at once. with the silence he leaves behind after that’s louder than anything he’s ever screamed into a microphone.

the city blurs around you in static and the neon lights from a random diner across the street flicker, casting red and blue onto the pavement like a siren. somehow, it’s always red with him—his hair, his rage, the heat of his touch, the blood from the flowers you keep coughing up every time he kisses you like he’s starving and leaves right when he’s full.

you should be used to this by now. you keep telling yourself that. constantly repeating it to your soul like a prayer, like an affirmation you learned from a friend who no longer calls because she got tired of watching you crumble every time his name appeared.

there’s no shame anymore. no dignity, either. just the rhythm of this routine—a wound you’ve refused to let heal because somewhere inside, a part of you wants him to come back. and another part prays he never will.

he texts you five nights later.

sung: come over

he says it like an order. a command. no question mark, no asking. just two simple words that dig under your skin like the sharp edge of a guitar string. you read over it a dozen times before you move. you don’t even need to reply. he already knows.

the apartment door is unlocked when you arrive. that’s just the way he is—reckless with his belongings, careful with his heart. you step into the familiar dimness, clothes draped over chairs, ashtrays filled with forgotten hours, and a guitar case half-open on the floor.

jisung is sprawled on the couch, eyes closed, head tilted against the armrest like he’s been waiting for you in his sleep. the top buttons of his flannel are undone, revealing a stretch of pale collarbone and the chain he never takes off. his hair is a mess—red tangled into curls, like he ran his hands through it in frustration one too many times. the cigarette in his fingers burns lazily, the ash dangerously close to falling.

he doesn’t even open his eyes when he speaks. “thought you weren’t gonna come.”

“you knew i would.”

he hums, the sound low in his throat, the kind that settles dangerously in your stomach and spreads throughout. you don’t bother asking what he’s been doing, or who he’s been with. you don’t bother trying to find out why he’s suddenly called you after days of silence. you never do. because questions imply you deserve answers, and jisung only gives what he chooses.

the music playing in the background is soft and strange—something instrumental and mournful, a kind of song that plays during the credits of a film after everyone dies. you sit next to him, careful not to touch him until he reaches for you first. and when he does, it’s with a gentle tug, like he’s reeling you back into his orbit before you can drift too far.

“you ever think about disappearing?” he asks voice rough from smoke and disuse. his thumb traces a slow pattern over your knuckles. “like, just… leaving everything. no band, no stage. no noise.”

you don’t answer right away, choosing to stare at his profile instead—the slope of his nose, the shadowed dip beneath his cheekbone, the beauty mark placed perfectly on his cheek.

“wouldn’t that be easier?” he murmurs. “not having to pretend all the time.”

“then stop pretending,” you whisper, though you both know he won’t. it’s like asking fire not to burn.

he laughs under his breath, bitter and empty.

at some point, the music in the background fades. you don’t remember if he turned it off or if it simply gave up. you’re lying with him now, half-tangled on his worn-out couch, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. his breathing is steady, his heartbeat louder than it should be. you press your lips to the hollow of his throat, and he doesn’t move to stop you. for a moment, it feels almost tender.

almost.

the morning after comes in shades of regret. pale sunlight pushes past the heavy curtains, warm and cruel. you stir, cold all over. he’s gone again, and this is his house.

you check your reflection in your phone screen—your eyes are smudged, hair a mess, lips still kissed raw, and neck littered with his name. you look like a secret—one that he kept for a night and let go swiftly before dawn.

you see him again a week later, though you weren’t planning to, fate just works in cruel ways. you were walking home from a friend’s place, choosing to take the long way because you admire the way the streetlights reflect off the rain-slick pavement.

jisung’s standing outside some dive venue, leaning against the brick wall, laughing with someone. a girl. tall, pretty, effortless. she’s twirling a strand of her hair around her finger and looking at him like he’s already hers. he’s letting her.

you freeze, your breath catching without warning. you don’t even mean to stop, but your body reacts before your mind can.

his gaze lands on you like gravity—slow, certain, heavy. he doesn’t excuse himself. he doesn’t move. he just watches. studies you like you’re something he wasn’t expecting to find but isn’t all that surprised to see.

the girl keeps talking. he keeps staring.

you don’t even know what makes you walk towards him.

maybe it’s ego. maybe it’s masochism. maybe it’s the sick, aching place inside you that still believes he might see you—even now, even when he’s draped in another girl’s laughter, her perfume clinging to the night like it belongs with him.

the street feels longer than it should. the air is thick and slow, curling around your legs like smoke. you cross with measured steps, deliberate, like a challenge—or maybe a prayer. his eyes don’t leave yours, not even when the girl beside him leans in closer, her fingers grazing the hem of his shirt like she’s already earned the right to touch him. he doesn’t even react. doesn’t look at her. just continues watching you with that familiar, suffocating intensity that always makes you feel seen and flayed alive in the same breath.

you stop in front of them and he shifts his weight slightly, his stance widening like he’s bracing for something, or opening himself up to it. his gaze skims down your body, slow and unhurried, lingering at the curve of your thighs, the exposed line of your collarbone, the faint bruising at your throat that his mouth left behind and you didn’t bother to hide.

“didn’t think i’d see you tonight.”

“i wasn’t really planning to come.”

his mouth tilts. the girl beside him looks between the two of you, still smiling, still trying to wedge herself between him and the spotlight, though more awkwardly now. but his eyes are on you, and only you.

“still wearing me,” he says, almost conversational. his eyes flash when he says it, dark and sharp, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “you’ve always looked good with my hands on you.”

you don’t remember anything after that. don’t remember how you got to his apartment. only the feel of the elevator button under your thumb, his knuckles brushing yours in the narrow hallway, the tension between you pulled tight like a live wire ready to snap.

the second the door clicks shut, he’s on you. his body turning into gravity. yours into surrender.

he kisses you like he’s starving. like a sin. like you’re a punishment he’s addicted to. his mouth finds yours in a fevered, greedy drag of lips and tongue, hands already in your hair, pulling just enough to make you whimper. you fall backwards into the dark, crashing into the wall with a dull thud, and he’s there—pressing against you, his thigh sliding between yours, pinning you like he’s afraid you might disappear.

“you always come back, baby,” he breathes, words smearing against your jaw as his lips trail down the side of your neck. his teeth graze your skin, not quite biting, but close. “no matter how bad i fuck it up.”

you tilt your head for him. of course you do. there’s no fight left in you—not when his hands are already sliding up the back of your thighs, not when his mouth is dragging open kisses down the line of your throat like he’s marking territory. he presses his hips into you, slow and deliberate, and you can feel just how badly he wants you.

still, it’s never about you.

it’s about possession. about power. about the quiet cruelty of wanting someone just enough to keep them, never enough to choose them.

he turns you, backs you into the wall harder, and kisses you again—deeper now, like he’s trying to replace the words he doesn’t say with heat and pressure. his thigh presses higher between yours, rocking up just enough to make your stomach coil. your hands slide under his shirt, desperate to memorise him by touch, nails scraping over the smooth plane of his back, and just when you think maybe, this time—

he pulls away.

“don’t,” he growls, catching your wrists and pushing them back against the wall.

won’t let you leave marks. won’t let you claim him, even when he’s already ruined you.

he falls asleep with his arm draped lazily over your waist after, like you’re just a pillow that kept him warm long enough to dream. you stare at the ceiling while his breathing slows. you don’t cry. there’s nothing left to cry about.

you press your fingers to the new bruises blooming at your hips, the teeth marks at your shoulder, the fingerprints that ache beneath your skin like heat from a fading match.

you want to believe this is the last time.

but you know how this ends.

you’ll see him again. in someone else’s voice. in a melody you didn’t mean to hum. in the ache between your thighs and the space beside you in bed.

he never really leaves.

and you—you keep calling whatever you have love just to survive the way it ruins you, mistaking the sound of your own heart breaking for his voice.

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officially hot girl summer.

never ever letting myself live the lover girl life again 🙏 if yall catch me giggling over a MAN, slap me

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NO IDEA | 15. #1 worldwide bitch

warning: basically everyone gets flamed in this chapter (especially mark, chenle, AND hyuck) but i promise they love each other guys 😭😭

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note: been exactly 5 months since a no idea update which is why the top three screenshots are so different from the rest... but that recent drabble had me revisiting and getting back on the grind! y/nhyuck is back, i've missed them sm!!!! LETS GOOOO (hyunjin stays ruining every happy moment BUT! at least the friend groups are finally merging :3)

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NO IDEA | 15. #1 worldwide bitch

warning: basically everyone gets flamed in this chapter (especially mark, chenle, AND hyuck) but i promise they love each other guys 😭😭

previous | masterlist | next

note: been exactly 5 months since a no idea update which is why the top three screenshots are so different from the rest... but that recent drabble had me revisiting and getting back on the grind! y/nhyuck is back, i've missed them sm!!!! LETS GOOOO (hyunjin stays ruining every happy moment BUT! at least the friend groups are finally merging :3)

🖇 (closed!): @skeetyeetyote @junviadinho @n0hyuck @yewshi @marvelahsobx @hqechvn @sunflowerhae @loveholicness @sfswithfs @222brainrot @dudekiss3r @aek1ra @nosungluv @miyawwn @haechology @chenlesfavorite @alethea-moon @polarisjisung @lionzyon @mystverse @insaneanddrained @starfilledgaze @onlyhyunjin @swee7dream @haechsworld @markspossibilities @schatjze @minniesbae @multifandomania @neozon3nha @zzurao @hoshipills @nessaassen02 @lavender-roses-06 @ohwowzersthatscool @sunghoonsgfreal @nebularsung @taeeflwrr @do-you-remember-summer-127 @hyuck-me @injunnie-lemon @txthyuck @jeongintwt @starwonb1n @413ktz @haechansbbg @galacticnct @keeryverse @kosmicbomb @thegracerammy

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LOVE 'no idea'. will read the Jisung one

YAY!!! so glad you love no idea <33 i hope you enjoy drum me stupid! its a messy one ngl but i cherish that smau so much 😔🩷🩷

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he sensed my desperation for pics to use for no idea... THANK YOU HAECHAN! THANK YOU!

(don't be surprised if i use these exact pics in the next or a later chapter)

NO CAUSE HE LOOKS SO MF BOYFRIEND CODED

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woke up to haechan spamming my instagram only to find out about his solo.

EVERYBODY GET AWWWWWWP GET THE FUCK AWP !!!!!!!

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100+ notes on this baby already 😞 this feels like such a hug after being gone for months. thank u thank u thank u!!!! kissing all of you thru the screen

she has no idea | no idea drabble

word count: 1k words

pairing: unistudent!donghyuck x f!reader

synopsis: you became a part of donghyuck's life from the moment he noticed you at freshman orientation, even though he didn't become a major influence on yours until junior year. alternatively, the day donghyuck gained a crush on you before you even took notice of him. (set in & a reference from the no idea universe, but can be read as a standalone!)

warnings: very small usage of explicit language, mention of jaehyun as y/n's older cousin & johnny as hyuck's adviser (both who have already graduated in the no idea timeline 💔), kinda secret admirer!donghyuck, this is basically context to donghyuck's crush on you

a/n: it has been months! hello! today, i listened to the "no idea" playlist, which i use for inspiration after months of never touching it, and this somehow sprouted out in my head. hopefully, this'll get me back into the groove of posting on here again, but if not, i hope you shower this drabble with love 🩷 feedback is always appreciated! happy reading <3

SNU's freshman orientation. The school of Donghyuck's dreams. Since middle school, his mother has always determined where he will spend the following four years of his life, pursuing a degree in something he wasn’t fully passionate about. She particularly told him that learning computer science would help him (or more specifically, them) in the long term and that he would be "qualified" for a computer job at their family company, following "his father's footsteps."

Yeah... He wouldn't use the term excitement to describe his current feelings.

Well.

Until he saw you, that is.

"Johnny, who's that?" Donghyuck asks his new friend and senior adviser, who was supposed to show him around, but ended up putting them both in the middle of the campus, where a variety of clubs were showcasing their events.

The said man notices you handing out club fliers once he crouches down a little to follow Donghyuck's gaze. "Oh, her? That's Y/N!"

"She's gorgeous."

Simply said, when Donghyuck saw you, it felt like getting struck by an explosion of flowers and a blow to the heart. It didn't feel like him, and it was overly theatrical and unrealistic. Your hair in a ponytail with a few strands falling to the side swung in the summer breeze, and your basic ensemble of a white tube top and baggy jeans somehow complemented your physique flawlessly. To him, the entire situation seemed to have originated from one of those corny mangas he consumed, but he felt strange for staring at you for so long. Surprisingly, he was the protagonist, who just fell in love with his love interest instantly. 

But before he had an opportunity to think about his pleasant thoughts, he heard an irksome remark next to him. 

"And way out of your league." The voice of Johnny interrupts.

Upon hearing his senior's remarks, he ultimately turns his eyes away from you and glares at the former while shoving his shoulder. "Dickface. Then, how do you know her?"

"Everyone knows her." Johnny gives a casual chirp. "She's the younger cousin of a popular guy in my year, Jaehyun, which probably helped her gain a popularity boost. Not only that, she also took part in a lot of summertime activities."

Donghyuck declares in complete amazement, "Wow." This results in him looking over and admiring you once more.

A smirk emerges on Johnny's face as he replies, "Wanna go say hi, Romero?" to the obviously preoccupied younger man.

Donghyuck's ears pick up the utterly astounding idea almost immediately. What blasphemy. He can't introduce himself to you, especially not now when he's wearing only his clear-rimmed lenses and a matching pair of black sweats.

Man, he ought to have dressed more appropriately for this. He should have at least taken the time this morning to put on his contacts.

He shakes his head rapidly as he looks at Johnny as though he's grown a second head. "Whoa, no. No way. Absolutely not. I mean—" He thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, no, dude, I can't."

However, before he realized it, he and Johnny were walking to the club's stand where you and a few others, he supposed, club members, were distributing fliers.

When you see them, you put on your best customer service smile and hold out your hand to deliver them a flyer. "Hello! Are you guys interested in joining the Poetry Club? My cousin, Jaehyun, is the club president, and they get together on Fridays and Tuesdays."

Since Donghyuck wasn't going to step in first, Johnny did. "Unfortunately, no, but my friend over here—" The next thing Johnny knows, Donghyuck’s gone.

"Oh, I think your friend left, Johnny," you laugh awkwardly.

The freshman's abrupt disappearance makes Johnny tsk. "That little shit."

Donghyuck was lucky that neither you nor Johnny noticed him hiding behind a random tree nearby. The idea of him conversing with you could cause him to faint on the ground because his heart was already racing at the sight of you. If he couldn't survive being in the same vicinity as you, there was no way he'd go through a whole conversation. 

From that moment on, just as he was hiding behind a tree, he made a vow to himself to hide behind your shadow instead. He was aware that you were far out of his league and that you would associate with others who came from a crowd that he didn't fit into. 

He did, in fact, enter one Poetry Club meeting with the sole purpose of seeing you again, only to discover that you were not there. He stayed for the remainder of the meeting; however, as Jaehyun introduced the club, his words entered through one ear and left through the other, as he felt guilty for trying to leave early. It turns out that you weren't committed to the club; you were only helping to spread the word about it. 

Weeks turned into months, and it appears he was correct. You did come from two separate worlds. His favorite days were when he saw you on campus; he progressively imprinted your schedule into memory. Since your boyfriend's and friends' faces were the talk of the town around your school, he labeled them the "popular crowd." It was common to see you out and about with them.

He took notice that you had to arrive dressed up every time, and Donghyuck's opinion of you remained the same even when you weren't. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than you. But then, he’d look at himself and remember that he walks into class sporting his usual outfit: a hoodie and sweatpants. And on the days when he made an effort to seem presentable (in hopes of impressing you), he succeeded in nothing because you never gave him a passing glance.

He took satisfaction in staying home every Friday night while his group of friends shouted over their game of D&D Monopoly, while you busied yourself on the cheerleading team, cheering at school events. He was the person who took comfort in being on the sidelines, and you were the girl who belonged in front of a lively and enthusiastic crowd. 

So, with that in mind, he knew it was better for everyone that he’d stay as a secret admirer, regardless of how much he wanted you.

Perhaps the time will come when he musters the courage to make a move on you, but from where he's standing right now? Not a chance.