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Unexpected Part 9

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary:  Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Griffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl that sends his nerves wild.

A/N: ugh finally the next part is here!!! ive been busy but im so glad this one’s done :)

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Sprinting at full speed through the halls, Fred glanced at his watch again as he dodged a couple of first years. Five minutes to ten, he was cutting it fine. Papers fell from his clumsily packed bag as he rounded a corner, ignoring the yells and complaints from people he dodged.

His legs were starting to ache from all the running, but he powered through. Why did Hogwarts have to be so damn big?

Finally the library doors were in sight. Stopping to catch his breath by the entrance, Fred tried to straighten himself out the best he could. Was his heart beating so fast from the running or the nerves? Oh Godric his palms were sweating.

It was a spectacular library, he’d credit that – only, he didn’t visit it often. Some said it was because the twins never studied, others rumoured that they didn’t even know where it was. Truth be told, Fred didn’t like being in the library all that much; it was quiet and boring and had so many rules, and whenever he did study (which was more often than people speculated), he much preferred to do so elsewhere.

Fred weaved his way around the room, checking faces at every table he could find. He looked around the rows of desks and between the towering bookcases and everywhere else he knew to look. But his tutor was nowhere to be seen. Checking his watch once more, Fred let out a deep sigh. Ten minutes past ten – late.

She’d left already because of his tardiness, and all of that effort was for nothing.

His bag hit the ground with a low thud, along with his hopes. Fred grunted in frustration. Brilliant, he thought to himself, screwed everything up before you’d even started.

“I told you not to be late.”

Fred jumped at the unexpected interruption, picking his head up and spinning around.

There she was, leaning against the bookshelf just behind him. She looked so different in her casual wear; black jeans, blue converse, and a summery cream-coloured blouse. Quite different from the Slytherin robes he’d only ever seen her in (and, if we’re being honest, she looked much less intimidating). “I-I couldn’t find you…” he said, but he suspected excuses wouldn’t do him any favours.

She examined him for a minute, contemplating the guilty expression on his face, before turning around and walking away.

Fred’s heart sank to his feet, watching as she rounded the corner – he’d definitely blown it.

“Aren’t you coming?” He heard, and he barely stopped to think before he grabbed his back and jogged to follow, his heart stuttering as he caught up.

(Y/N) lead him to a small table at the far end of the library, away from prying eyes and distractions. It was a small, square-ish desk in the middle of the isle, between two tall bookcases containing countless books and theorems labelled from alchemy to occultism. She had already set her things down and took a seat, raising a brow as he stood there.

Quickly, Fred sat in the chair beside her, yet again being consumed by her ashen aroma; this time, he noticed her perfume was different, the floral fragrance of roses replaced with the sweet scent of vanilla. The combination would quickly become his favourite. “Um… thank you, for er- for helping me out,” he expressed as he fiddled with the end of his shirt, “I-I appreciate it.” Oh Merlin stop his heart from beating so hard.

She gave him a soft smile that eased his nerves, pulling out a book from the things on the table. “You need it,” she said with a smirk, drawing out a laugh from him. “I thought we’d start with Tarot…”

Two hours later, Fred was staring down at what (Y/N) had called the ‘Rainbow Spread’ – seven rows of cards laid out across the desk as he tried to decipher the meanings. They’d spent the previous hour going over the meanings (and reverse meanings) of the cards and how to interpret them. He’d taken simplified notes and shuffled the deck more times than he could count, and (Y/N) had been helpfully encouraging him as they went.

Strange how it all works out; he’d come for a sly study-date and actually ended up learning something.

His heart leapt every time she leaned over to point at something on the desk, breath caught in his throat when she rested her hand on his arm, face flushing when she smiled or laughed. Merlin he was really in deep. Once he’d even managed the courage to rest his arm along the back of her chair, thanking Godric Gryffindor himself for sparing him some bravery.

“You’ve been doing really well, Fred.” Said (Y/N) as they packed away their things.

Fred could feel hope lighting his chest, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks,” he quietly replied, looking for something to say, “you um… you’re a good teacher, y’know… half the time I never know what Trelawny’s going on about.” He laughed, passing the girl her deck of cards.

(Y/N) shook her head, grabbing her bag instead. “Keep them, I have more.”

The tips of his ears reddened as he put the pack in his pocket. He was cute when he blushed – but (Y/N) would never tell him that so sincerely. “I’ll see you next week, Fred.” She promised, sending him a wink, making the redness travel all the way down to his neck.                                                                  

Next week couldn’t come soon enough.

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[Told primarily from Fred’s perspective]

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PAY THE PRICE — 41. diagnosed with the crush disease

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PAY THE PRICE — 37. the universe can kill itself

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PAY THE PRICE — 35. an unwanted double date with yangyang

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blooming hearts — 13. the girlies are fighting

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notes : this fight was long overdue me thinks. i was evil laughing while making these. haechan needs to stop being jealous and just talk to y/n she’s clearly obsessed.

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Damn I need a part 2

you’re in love with mark but he’s scared of commitment

pairing: situationship!mark x fem!reader

genre: texts & angst

inspired by this and a post i saw on my fyp. ive been itching to write something angsty so here is something light

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ch. 21: hyucks personal issue

It’s two in the morning as Donghyuck thrashes in his bed, pulling and tossing his sheets around to find some form of comfort that would help him sleep. His mind is plagued with thoughts of you and even at this ungodly hour the butterflies in his stomach refuse to settle.

Jisung’s arm draping across his chest snaps him out of his thoughts and he grimaces. He shoves the younger boy aside and slips out of the bed, tip toeing towards the bedroom door before quietly exiting. He walks through the living room and pulls at the sliding doors that lead him to the ocean view balcony.

The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore did little to ease the racing of Donghyuck’s mind. He was in what he could only describe as complete agony, his own thoughts eating at his brain as he stared off into the inky sky.

His mind wanders back to high school, specifically to the time when you had confessed to him and he chuckles to himself. He remembers the glow of your rosy cheeks and the way you nervously tugged at the hem of your knitted sweater. He remembers his heart beating out of his chest and his words being stuck in his throat as you told him you liked him. He winces when he recalls the way your eyes filled with tears when he stood there dumbfounded and unable to speak. He leans against the balcony railing and runs his hands through his hair.

“Is there room for me out here?”

Donghyuck turns his head when he hears your voice behind him, a smile etching itself onto his features when he sees a large blanket swaddling your body. He gestures to the spot next to him and you waddle over. Your eyes glisten as they look out at the view, and his own twinkle with adoration.

“Why are you up?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know. I’ve been having a hard time sleeping since the whole campus intruder thing,” You confess.

“You should have told me! I could have kept you company,” He frowns.

“I wouldn’t wanna bother you, Hyuck,” You laugh to yourself.

“You wouldn’t be a bother,” He furrows his brows.

You meet his eyes and send him a small smile. A comfortable silence blankets the two of you as you both look out at the ocean, a slight breeze causing Donghyuck to shiver.

“Here,” You open your blanket towards him and he smiles before moving closer to you and wrapping the blanket around himself.

Your arms brush against each other as he adjusts himself and you internally sigh in relief that the dark of the night hides the rose tint on your cheeks.

“Why are you up?” You break the silence.

“Thinking about a lot of things,” He exhales.

“Like what?”

You swear you see the ghost of a smirk on his face and you quirk a brow.

“Feelings, the past, you,” he replies calmly and you tense up beside him.

“Care to elaborate?” You look at him in anticipation.

He lets out a breath as his eyes follow the way the water rolls onto the sand.

“I think,” he pauses and laughs, “I think I might have always had feelings for you.”

You stare at the side of his face, your features twisting in disbelief as he continues to stare out at the ocean.

"Why did you never tell me?"

"It was a personal issue,” he shrugs.

“You having feelings for me kind of also involves me."

He laughs at your statement and you stare at him incredulously, waiting for a response.

“It’s funny, I wasn’t able to tell you back then because I think I just couldn’t…believe it? This sounds so stupid but I just felt—feel…I still feel that it’d be impossible for someone like you to like someone like me,” he looks down and picks at his fingers.

“You say that as if you’re so bad.”

“Come on Y/N. Do you know anyone else who would use “heyyy queen” in a professional setting?”

You both laugh at the memory of his message to Doyoung. The laughter trails off and you both look ahead.

“I also don’t know anyone else who would bring me coffee every morning because they know I don’t sleep well. Or anyone else who would ask their manager to work overtime so I’m not alone during my night shifts.”

He gawks at you, unaware that you had noticed his acts of service that he tried to brush off as coincidences.

“Hyuck.”

“Y/N.”

“You said you think you’ve always had feelings for me right?”

“Correct,” he raises his brow.

“Well,” you sigh, bracing yourself, “I know I’ve always had feelings for you.”

His eyes bulge out of his head and it reminds you of your first encounter with him at the convenience store. You start laughing quietly to yourself at first, but the longer he stayed silent the louder you became.

“Is this…a prank?” He speaks up after what felt like decades of silence.

“What? No. I’m laughing because this is the second time I’ve confessed to you. You’re the only person I’ve confessed to in my entire lifetime,” You manage to breath out between fits of laughter, and he stares at you with nothing but confusion.

“So you currently like me?” He points at himself as he speaks.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“You-“

“Yep.”

“Like-“

“Mhm.”

“Me?” His eyebrows are drawn together as he points between you two.

“Yep, that’s about right,” you answer calmly.

“What about Jaehyun? Do you know how much journaling Jaemin made me do just so I could come to terms with the fact that you like him?” He sputters.

“Hyuck, one of the first things Jaehyun knew about me was that I’ve liked you since high school. We got closer because he was trying to help me with you.”

His expression is unreadable for a moment, before his features soften and he seems to melt in relief. He pulls you into his arms and your heart jumps at the sudden contact.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“For?”

“Liking me. Waiting for me. All of it,” he confesses as he gently sways you both back and forth.

You both stay like this for a while, neither of you wanting to leave the warmth of the other. It isn’t until your phone buzzes in your pocket do you reluctantly pull away.

“It’s Karina. She’s asking where I am,” You speak quietly as you read the message on your phone.

“You should head back inside then,” he frowns, removing the blanket from his shoulders and wrapping it around you.

“Don’t stay up too late,” you point your finger at him and he nods. “We’ll talk more tomorrow?”

He smiles at you with a nod of reassurance, and you slide the glass door open to leave.

“Oh, and Hyuck?” You turn to him one more time and he raises his eyebrows, prompting you to continue.

You raise yourself onto your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodnight,” you smile sweetly at his frozen form before walking back into the living room and sliding the door shut.

As you get ready to turn the corner towards your shared room with Karina, you peek over at the balcony one last time to see Donghyuck pumping his fists in the air before clasping them together and staring up at the sky as if talking to God.

You wonder if it would have ever been possible for you to stop liking him.

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ch. 22: y/nhyuckism

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Bro is gorgeous

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. blooming hearts

a new flower shop opened up in front of your dorm housing and has been creating lines and lines of people that are crowding your street. now it's up to you to eradicate this issue and have the owner, lee haechan move their shop. only problem is, he's not willing to give up without a fight.

or alternatively, your battle against a ridiculously attractive flower shop owner (spoiler you lose)

flower-shop-owner!haechan x fem!reader

genre : humor , strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, maybe a little angst, fluff, slow burn, haechan and reader are oblivious and stubborn

warnings : profanity , death jokes , sex jokes , reader is kind of a stalker at first , idk shit about flowers guys....

notes : i finally did it someone pls lmk if it sucks so i can fall off the face of this earth im delusional when it comes to my writing, pls enjoy! (most of the formatting is inspired by @/lqfiles; you're so amazing)

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status : ongoing... (daily updates for now…)

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intro

1~ ring ring ring it's the police

2~ omg is it choi soobin?!

3~ knock knock who’s there…

4~ you’re not you when you’re hungry

5~ back to school… or not?

TBA~

bonus :

TBA~

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☁︎ — 7:42 PM MAY 23, 2024

huffing, SOHEE allows anton to continue to push him towards the direction of his house. “anton, i really don’t think this is a good idea,” sohee mumbles out, looking behind him to try and convince anton to let him go home. “i really don’t feel like socializing,” he pouted out.

shaking his head at him, anton continues grabbing on to sohee’s shoulders and leading him towards the direction of his house. a smile soon takes over his features when he sees they’ve finally reached the entrance.

‘It’s just the two of us, remember?” anton reminded sohee. “like old times,” anton adds, turning to smile at sohee before taking out his keys and unlocking his front door.

when he finally gets the door to open, anton grabs on to sohee once more and drags him in causing sohee to let out a small groan. hesitantly, sohee takes off his shoes, trying his best to ignore how fast his heart is beating now that he’s inside of his friend’s house.

“just the two of us?” sohee mumbled out.

“just the two of us,” anton reassured, sending him a small smile before making his way towards the kitchen to look for snacks.

letting out one last big sigh, sohee slowly walks towards the living room to set his backpack down. just as he feels himself starting to relax, he hears a door close and footsteps coming down the stairs.

with his heart beating heavily once more, sohee looks around wide eyed trying to find something to make himself appear busy. “what are you looking for?” anton asked, suddenly appearing next to the shorter boy while furrowing his eyebrows at him. with a confused expression on his face, anton opens his bag of chips and continues watching sohee pace around the living room.

“oh hi,” you breathed out, paying no attention to your brother and focusing on sohee. at the sound of your voice, sohee stops dead in his tracks and makes eye contact with you for a brief second before immediately breaking it and focusing on the floor.

“didn’t you say you were going to be at wonbin’s tonight?” anton puzzledly asked while making way back towards the kitchen again, suddenly feeling thirsty. as soon as anton walks away, sohee quickly begins following him out but immediately stops at the feeling of your hand grasping his.

“please,” you whisper out with pleading eyes as you tug on his hand, wanting to gain his attention. with sweaty palms and his heart hammering in his chest, sohee turns to look at anton and hesitantly turns back to look at you. “i- he’s right there,” he softly whispers out, not wanting anton to suddenly turn around and catching the two of you.

“he’s busy,” you try reasoning, nodding towards anton’s direction for sohee to turn once more. just in cue, you both hear anton humming as he’s facing the refrigerator, too preoccupied trying to fill up his cup with water.

“pretty boy, please.” you pleaded once more. at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips, sohee knew he was screwed. without giving it another thought, sohee feels you tug on his hand one more and finds himself allowing you to drag him up the stairs.

“sohee?” anton suddenly asked from the kitchen, confused on why his friend was being quiet.

“restroom!” sohee immediately yelled back before you opened the door to your room and pushed him in, slamming the door behind you two.

“why did he go to the restroom upstairs when there’s one down here?” anton mumbled to himself. shaking his head, he shrugs his shoulders and grabs his phone to scroll through tiktok while waiting for sohee to come back down.

still holding on to sohee’s hand, you lead him towards your bed. letting go of his hand, you place your hands on his shoulders and gently push him down for him to take a seat. now sitting down at the edge of your bed, sohee looks up at you with wide eyes, confused on what was currently happening.

“you’ve been ignoring me,” you sadly whisper out. taking notice of your sad expression, sohee feels his stomach instantly drop. not knowing what to do or say, sohee finds himself looking down for a moment to try and regain his composure.

“sohee, look at me please,” you sigh, bringing a hand and placing it under his chin to make him look up at you. “can i please explain myself?” you hesitantly asked. staring up at you with wide teary eyes, sohee slowly nods his head at you. fuck, he was ignoring you for a reason. he didn’t want to hear you flat out reject him. he didn’t need to hear it, for his own sake. but yet here he was now, sitting at the edge of your bed bracing himself for what you were about to say.

“i wasn't trying to end things with you.” you quickly stated. at your sudden confession, sohee swears he forgets how to breathe.

“fuck, i really shouldn’t have ghosted you,” you sighed, bringing a hand up to your hair to slightly move it away from your face. “i- i did something stupid and instead of owning up to it i decided to ignore everyone,” you continued on rambling. “i shouldn't have ignored you though, me ignoring you caused me to lose you,” you sadly concluded, avoiding his gaze on you, feeling vulnerable now. “when i texted you, i- i was trying to apologize, not end things with you.”

“am i too late?” you softly added as you look at him for a brief second, trying to break the silence. “i understand if you-” you begin but get caught off by the sound of your bed creaking. looking up, you spot sohee moving to stand and feel your heart sink. he’s about to leave, you thought. with teary eyes, you accept your defeat and stop talking. with a heavy heart, you move out of his way to allow him to exit. you then bring your attention to the floor once more, not wanting to witness him walking out.

much to your surprise, he instead stood in front of you. “look at me,” sohee softly mumbles out. “pretty girl, it’s your turn to look at me now,” sohee whispers out, placing a hand under your chin and softly lifts your head to make you look at him. “i don't like seeing you like this,” he sighs.

“when something happens, i want you to feel comfortable enough to come to me and talk to me about it,” he says, bringing a hand to caress your cheek. “whatever it is,” he adds. “don’t push me away.”

“truthfully, i wasn't answering your texts because i was too depressed and in my mind you had basically already rejected me,” sohee awkwardly laughs. shaking your head at him, you bring a hand and place it on his cheek, gently caressing it as you continue admiring him. has he always been this pretty? at the feeling of your hand on his cheek, sohee is brought back to reality and suddenly all the confidence he randomly had, vanished in a blink of an eye.

with rosy cheeks, sohee lets out a cough as he avoids your eye contact. taking notice of his sudden switch, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “what happened to the sohee that was reassuring me a second ago?” you teasingly asked.

“gone, long gone.” sohee breathes out, trying to steady his heartbeat. “you were about to cry and i don't know what took over but something definitely took over,” sohee begins mumbling, taking a step back from you to try and calm himself down. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” sohee asks, looking up to check if your ceiling fan was on. at the sight of your ceiling fan, sohee quickly turns to his side and spots your bed and with a panicked expression turns back to look at you. “oh my fuck, i’m in your room right now,” sohee whispers out, staring at you in disbelief. “anton’s going to kill me.”

“i- i should go,” sohee stutters out, making way to exit your room.

“or, what if you don’t?” you ask, grabbing his hand and leading him back to sit him on your bed.

“pretty girl, i can’t” sohee mumbles while looking up at you, shaking his head at you.

“but,” you pouted out while leaning closer to him and bringing a hand to play with the back of his hair. “stay?”

“mhm, okay, yes.” sohee immediately responded back, suddenly forgetting all about anton at the feeling of your hands on him once again.

“pretty boy,” you whispered out, stopping your actions to look at him. you take noticed of his flustered features and find yourself smiling down at him. “can i kiss you?”

“you can do whatever you want,” sohee answered back in a trance.

with a big smile on your face, you bring a hand and place it on his cheek, caressing it a little before slowly leaning in. looking back and forth between your eyes and lips, sohee then closes his eyes and finds himself leaning forward to meet you in the middle.

just as your lips briefly touch, you both jump at the sound of a loud bang coming from your bedroom door.

“sohee, you fucker i know you’re in there!” anton yelled out, continuing to bang your door. “i’m going to close my eyes and at the count of three i want you out of my sister’s room!”

“shit.” SOHEE and you both mumble while staring at each other in shock.

☁︎ — CLOUD 9

summary !! after years of constant pining after his best friend’s sister, yn finally takes notice of sohee and sohee swears he’s on cloud 9. or in other words, loser sohee finally gets the girl.

CHAPTER 21 — please, please, please

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PAY THE PRICE — 29. a moment of vulnerability

(wc: 2.281)

much to your surprise, haechan’s door was already left unlocked by the time you reached it. your hand halted at the immediate unlock of it, and you hesitantly moved it open afterwards, your confusion growing more prominent with each step inside. it wasn’t typical for haechan to leave his door unlocked, especially at night from the experiences you’ve had with him.

as you entered further into the apartment, an unusual sense of eerie and a strange stillness hit you. a muddle expression formed on your face, and you looked around the dark living room, a feeling of familiarity following as you did so. your first thought was to look at the spot you remembered haechan to be seated at last time you had visited him during the night hours.

“haechan?” you didn’t expect the tone of your voice to be so soft as you called out his name. haechan, who was sat on the couch instead of the floor, didn’t acknowledge your words, letting them echo into the void. “i know you have my stuff, asshole.” you lightly complained, attempting to stir a reaction out of him who had yet to look up.

he remained strangely silent, barely moving. you took more careful steps into the place, slowly making your way towards the middle of the room where he was. standing next to the couch, you contemplated on what exactly to do. “are you asleep?” you whispered carefully, somewhat worried that you’d wake him up. you’ve never seen haechan this silent, let alone this motionless.

haechan shook his head, breaking the motionless trance he was in. his hands were still crossed over one another and his head was still looking down at his lap. “are you.. you okay?” the question felt foreign as it left the tip of your tongue. it remained in the air and was left unanswered for approximately 10 seconds. you didn’t expect haechan to talk, but he did. “i don’t know.. maybe.” his voice croaked. you don’t think you’ve ever heard such a sound come from haechan.

you expected him to dismiss it, and now you were put in an awkward position. were you the right person to ask him to elaborate? you’re relationship with him wasn’t that strong, let alone anything friendly in your eyes. still, you had already intruded his place without his consent, maybe the least you owed him was an ear to listen. “wanna talk about it?” you sighed out with reluctance.

haechan’s sigh followed soon after as he finally looked up, making eye content with you. the first thing you took notice of was the tired look in his eyes, almost as if he hadn’t been sleeping for the past few days. before you could analyse his face any further, he spoke. “i just got a lot on my mind.” he started, fiddling with his fingers.

“about what?” you reluctantly asked again. realistically, you’re not sure if you cared or wanted to know the answer. but based of his body language alone, you could tell something was bothering him, and call yourself foolish, but if there was anything bigger than your foolishness, it was your sense of empathy.

“life? i’ve just been very.. what’s the right word.. lost?” haechan continued. you eyed the empty spot next to him, contemplating the decision on whether or not to take the seat. you obliged, if you were to stick around for a story time, you at least deserve to actually sit through it. you sat down and nodded for haechan to continue. “what about life?”

“i’m just.. I don’t know, i’ve just been wondering where i’m heading to with life.” he confessed, and the answer took you by surprise. “why’s that?” you questioned, growing intrigued. haechan pondered for a moment, his hands now limp on his lap. “it’s stupid.. i think seeing jaehyun do well in life just has me questioning my own course in life, i guess i feel somewhat discouraged?” haechan admitted and the mention of jaehyun piqued your interest, though you tried to not show it.

“i don’t get it, do you want to be like jaehyun?” you asked in confusion. your conclusion behind haechan’s sullen mood seemed to bother him. he shook his head with a soft groan. “no, i don’t want to be like him, but i also do. its not that i want to have the fame jaehyun has or be known as an outstanding singer.. it’s more like.. i want to stand out too.” haechan explained, gnawing his lips.

“why do you think you don’t stand out?” you inquired with your head tilted in confusion. haechan glanced your way before shutting his eyes softly, re-opening them shortly after. “well, now i stand out yeah, but i don’t like the way i stand out, it’s not me.” haechan groaned in exasperation, yet you remained confused.

“i don’t get it, what’s the issue?” you questioned once more, growing more intrigued by his complaints.

“of course you don’t get it, because you don’t know me (—). you probably think you do, but you don’t.” haechan deeply sighed, it seemed like he was really tired, whether it be in general or because of your continuing questions. you remained silent, not sure how to respond back to his words. haechan took the silence as an opportunity to continue.

“i’ll let you know a bit about me then. did you know that the only reason why i’m even attached to my guitar is because i believe it’s the only reason people show interest in me?” haechan stared ahead of him, arms loosely crossed. “i do know what it’s like to not stand out because i had always remained as the one everyone would choose second because i had nothing to offer. does that make sense to you?” with a slight twist, haechan shot you a quick glance before turning his gaze back to it previous focus.

“its funny because i thought, maybe, if i pick up on a trait such as learning the guitar, people would take more interest in me and i’d get their validation. which worked in my benefit, surprisingly. who knew everyone could be so into the rockstar boyfriend fantasy?” he chuckled almost bitterly. you slightly gaped at the confession, too stunned to form a proper reaction.

“its why i liked to be called haechan, and why no one aside from yangyang jaehyun and renjun get to call me by my real name, because they don’t actually care about the real me. they like haechan.” haechan’s arms unwrapped from each other, gesturing up and down the length of his body to emphasise his point. “they like haechan, the guy who plays the guitar and is nonchalant, not donghyuck, the guy behind him who always comes second.”

haechan’s tone was undoubtedly bitter, and he paused for a moment. “so, do you get it?”

“..i’m sorry to hear that.” was all you could come up with in the moment, your expression doing enough to showcase your honesty. haechan didn’t response, instead he brushed his fingers through his hair with a lack of energy. “but what about karina? she calls you donghyuck?” you wondered. haechan let the question hang in the air for a bit before he answered.

“because i never told karina any of my issues, why would i? she was a short talking stage, i was still figuring myself out as donghyuck and cut her off once i wanted to start fresh. i didn’t want a memory of the old me to be left behind, except for those i actually care about. i don’t care about karina.” haechan answered truthfully with no hesitation.

once again, you weren’t sure how to carry on from that. what was an appropriate question to ask in such an instance? there was an underlying hostility in his words, yet you could also sense the rawness and misery in them. your empathy truly got the best of you, and you prepared yourself for the speech you were about to give.

“this is probably going to sound weird coming from me.. but i’m sure there are many people who admire you.” you started. “i won’t lie, i hate your guitar, a lot, but you’re not bad at it, i guess.. you could say i admire that, or something.” you averted your gaze, staring ahead just like he did.

“i dont know, it seems to me like you’re scared of people liking you for who you really are which is why you’re putting up this front.” haechan’s face contorted into a frown. “now you’re just twisting my words.” he laughed, and you softly chuckled too. “what i’m trying to say is that i doubt people wouldn’t put you first if you remained true to yourself, for all you know, someone could’ve been madly in love with you for being donghyuck. why change yourself for others if it doesn’t make you happy?”

silence overlook again and you believed that you had hit a sensitive topic. “but it does make me happy.” haechan admitted after a minute, his voice merely a whisper. “so you’re happy being someone you’re not?” you repeated bewildered and haechan shrugged. “maybe.” he answered honestly.

“and you’re happy talking to girls as someone you’re not?” you continued.

“i like the feeling of being wanted.” haechan responded.

“okay, but playing with people’s hearts is not nice.” you argued back. haechan shrugged again. “i never said i’m trying to be nice, life hasn’t been that kind to me either.” he stated simply, crossing his arms over each other again. his persistent mindset shocked you, and you swiftly turned your body to face his.

“listen, i know we’re not that close for me to tell you what to do, but, stop doubting yourself, it’s weird.” you sighed in annoyance. “you’re interesting as you are and i don’t think a guitar would change that much. you’re scared that people will put you second, but you’re not even giving people the chance to put you first by being yourself. wouldn’t it be worse if people found out you’ve been putting up a persona this whole time? that you’re name isn’t even haechan?”

“what are you trying to say (—)” haechan had turned his head to look at you “you’re too harsh on yourself. whether you’re haechan or donghyuck, it shouldn’t matter. if people don’t like you for who you really are, then they’re not worth your time. also, you’re leading girls on by seeking their attention, it’s not nice.” you stated with determination, and haechan couldn’t hold back the smile that was forming on his face.

“why are you getting all serious about that.” he scoffed out a laugh, and the room started to feel more lively. his face seemed to have softened, and you internally let out a sigh of relief, for some reason. “i think everyone has their destined person that’s perfect for them, it’s kinda sad that you’re leading these girls on and making them think you’re their perfect match when you’re not even serious.”

haechan let out another soft laugh, and this time, he sat himself up more proper before turning to face you again. “okay, do you think you’ve met your perfect match?” his stare felt strong as they locked with your eyes and for a moment you remained speechless, lost in the intensity of them. “i don’t know.” you answer back truthfully. haechan nodded his eyes, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “and do you think we could be a perfect match?” and the question took you by surprise, your mouth ajar as you tried to come up with an answer.

“god forbid.” haechan chuckled at your response, and the rapid beating of your heart slowed. “i’m surprised you told me all this, you know. i thought you didn’t like me.” you admitted. haechan’s eyebrows raised at the assumption and he swallowed.

“i just wanted to be vulnerable for the night, knowing i wouldn’t confess to this stuff any other day. its nice to get stuff off your mind from time to time.” it hit you then why everything felt so weird this particular night. because haechan, the guy who barely crossed the friend status, was being vulnerable, with you of all people.

“we aren’t exactly friends.. but you can get stuff off your chest with me if you need to.” you offered haechan, and genuine surprise overtook his features. “why would you do that?” you shrugged, looking down at your own intertwined hands. “isn’t it better to tell someone who couldn’t care less about you than someone who does?”

“i didn’t know you could be nice like this.” haechan chuckled after some time. you scoffed in offence, looking back up at him. “I don’t know what image of me you have in your head, but i’d never make fun of someone’s vulnerability.” you defended yourself. haechan shook his head. “that’s not what i meant.” he corrected.

“i know, but being nice doesn’t have to be limited to friends. its nice to be nice… even towards insufferable people like you.” you continued to defend yourself and haechan’s perked up at your words. “are you saying we can’t be friends?” he wondered, his surprise masked by the tired look that had returned.

you attempted to remain unbothered by his inquiry, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. “do you want to be friends?” you proposed with hidden curiosity. haechan stuck his hand out towards you, silently waiting. you hesitated before essentially gripping onto it, his own hand shaking your clasped hands.

“i‘ll give you your utensils when i wake up, i’m tired.” haechan yawned before getting up from his couch and walking towards his room. you got up yourself, making your way towards the door with your mind in a haze. your hand was on the handle of his front door, and before you could open it, haechan’s voice called for you.

“just.. you can call me donghyuck too, if you want, since you know it already.”

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            — SO I MARRIED MY ANTI-FAN     ౨ৎ     SES

OO5.    s-class buffet

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : congratulations! you have been invited to korea's #1 romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will be living with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out that your husband is actually your anti-fan?

(830 wc, not proofread)

"PLEASE DON'T GET NERVOUS, you'll sweat all over and I would have to redo your whole makeup look! " Your makeup artist for today warns as she lightly daps a moist sponge on your face to blend your foundation in.

The clear plastic chair beneath you is making your bottom cramp painfully from how long you have been sitting on it— guessing that it has been an hour since you've started yet all your makeup artist has done yet so far is setting your foundation in.

"I know what you're thinking and yes, this much amount of time is required to create the most flawless base you will ever see. Can't have you looking botched on your special day, can you? " She continues to dab a moist sponge on your face, blending in your contour this time.

You bet the makeup look your regular makeup artist tends to make for you looks way better than this and it surely does take a shorter time— heck, it's not even a real wedding!

Yet why is it that you let a fake wedding make you sweat all over enough to make your palms all sweaty and sticky. You're not even someone who sweats that much normally!

All these complains however remain locked into your heart because you out of all people know better that if words ever get out, your manager will kill you then herself after.

You yawn, your mouth gaped apart freely. "Don't move. " Your makeup artist warn.

Oh so now you can't even yawn because you lack sleep?

Your lack of sleep may or may not be your fault. But to he fair, who can sleep soundly knowing that by tomorrow, they will be wed with a guy they've never properly met before? 

Not you, at least.

With that being said, your eyes slowly drops as they struggle to keep themselves open after you stifled another yawn. You can see the makeup artist giving you the stank eye but you couldn't care less, especially not when your eyes drops again and struggle to pick itself back up.

Next thing you know, your makeup has been done to perfection as the previous makeup artist behind you is now replaced by two hairstylist who are currently brushing through your hair to make them smooth.

"Oh you're finally awake! Wedding preparations must've been very tiring considering the fact that you were fast asleep when we got in place. " One of the hairstylist greets you with a huge smile, her hair is short and blonde whereas the other has a medium length brown hair. 

You laugh, making up a reply to not make it sound obvious that your sleepiness is caused none other than your thoughts antagonising your future husband in your head throughout the night, leaving you no time to take a good rest.

Your hand reaches for your phone. The screen showing that it has been approximately 3 hours since you fell asleep.

I'm such a mess.

The huge white door in front of you remain unmoved as you fidget around with the end of your white dress. You are about to pick on your nails and hair when you catch your manager glaring at you from behind the curtains, automatically making you opt to holding your bouquet properly instead.

Your whole body is on fire as your nerves can't seem to calm down. With the fast rate your heart is beating at, you might as well just drop dead as a result of it pumping more blood than it is able to handle.

However before you have the chance to pretend to drop dead in front of your manager and a 'bridesmaids' (you genuinely have no idea who they are), the door in front of you opens, revealing your figure towards the guests attending your wedding.

The venue of the wedding this time surely is different from the previous seasons. Instead of a very fake themed wedding ceremony, the production team decided to make the wedding ceremony this time appear as realistic as possible.

Which means that the guests are sitting on the side, below the altar on round tables. Your all white theme matches your white dress which you rented from an actual wedding dress rental place. Same thing goes for your white heels who will be walking on the altar covered with yet another white coloured carpet.

At the end of the altar, you can see the guy you've been dreading to meet since the day you heard that you will be getting fake married for six months.

Despite your nerves practically telling you to play dead on the ground right here and there, you managed to calm yourself down as you begin walking and making your way to meet your soon-to-be husband for the upcoming six months.

"Hi. " You smile when you finally reach him.

"Hello. " Eunseok greets back with a warm smile hanging on his face. Your heart melts, he's definitely the perfect groom.

Or is he?

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nine. LALALA

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SYNOPSIS. not everyone is good at playing obby’s on roblox, and you’re no exception to this rule: after a particularly nasty encounter with another player on roblox’s altitorture, you log into twitter only to find out that the very same player who publicly dunked on your gaming skills turns out to be anton lee, a well-known streamer who also happens to be a friend of a friend. fed up with his fans bombarding your dms with teasing remarks or jealous musings, you decide to end it once and for all by appearing on his next stream with a promise to get through an obby successfully. however, you realize that the only thing you’ll be successful at is falling for anton lee instead.

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PAIRING. streamer!anton + fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. not everyone is good at playing obby’s on roblox, and you’re no exception to this rule: after a particularly nasty encounter with another player on roblox’s altitorture, you log into twitter only to find out that the very same player who publicly dunked on your gaming skills turns out to be anton lee, a well-known streamer who also happens to be a friend of a friend. fed up with his fans bombarding your dms with teasing remarks or jealous musings, you decide to end it once and for all by appearing on his next stream with a promise to get through an obby successfully. however, you realize that the only thing you’ll be successful at is falling for anton lee instead.

GENRES. non-idol au, streamer!anton au, crack, strangers to friends to lovers, rivals to lovers(?)

WARNINGS. profanity, violent jokes, sexual jokes, y/n is horribly bad at games so that deserves a warning of its own

STATUS. on-going

PLAYLIST. please please please by sabrina carpenter; electronic lover by breathe electric; hypeboy by newjeans; she won’t go away by faye webster

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CHAPTERS

one. coolprettycutegirl

two. 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥.

three. no lube, no protection

four. ganyu says…

five. facebook stalker

six. 𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 🔥𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂🔥 ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓫𝓫𝔂😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔

seven. HATE the player not the game

. . . & more to come !

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