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ㅤㅤ ⌗ treasure ―︎ college life

wc + genre/trope + cast + warnings ―︎ 3k words worth of slice of life: college au edition. ot12 nonidol!treasure. not proofread. lowercase intended. like, one mention of alcohol & an implication of needles, but i think that’s all?

request ―︎ hey jia 💜 i was wondering if i could request one of those bulletpoint lists for what you think ot12 treasure would be like as college students?

director’s notes ―︎ hi anon! i lost your ask (and numerous others) bc tumblr was being stupid, but i managed to save part of the original draft for this one in my notes app, so ty for requesting this <3 college au’s are one of my favorite tropes of all time, and i love college-centric stuff in general, so i might’ve gotten a little carried away bc i thought about this concept a lot,, even before i got the request :] i tried to use a variety of fields of study when assigning them to members (since i didn’t want to fall back on something music or performing arts related for everyone), though i had a little bit of trouble with deciding how to place certain members since i was still brainstorming while working on this </3 i also kinda cheated with junghwan’s bc it felt kinda hard to assign a field of study to him as he’s younger than me. i’m not fully happy with this because i feel like i strayed at some parts, and i could’ve worded things better, but lmk what you think! hope you enjoy :>

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⌗ choi hyunsuk / 최현석

i could go on for literal ages about my reasoning for this, but i can totally see hyunsuk studying fashion/apparel design.

sometimes he loses his focus in his general classes & ends up sketching out a new idea mid-lecture out of boredom, but he works even harder so he doesn’t fall behind.

at this point, he knows all of his friends’ measurements by heart because he always manages to convince bribe them into modeling the clothes he’s working on, whether it’s for an assignment or something he’s making for fun.

he loves trying out new styles & customizing all of his own clothes. he most likely has an instagram page to showcase all of his fits & his customization work, while his saved posts are organized into lookbook folders & inspiration boards.

if inspiration strikes, he’ll stay in the design studio as late as he can & won’t rest until he’s satisfied with whatever pieces he’s been working on. showing up to the first lecture of the day w/ a cup of coffee in his hand is pretty common for him.

he works part-time at one of his favorite department stores, which benefits him since it means he gets first pick when they get new shipments and he gets an employee discount on his own purchases. he probably offers sneaker customization services to earn extra money on the side too.

⌗ park jihoon / 박지훈

i feel like jihoon would have gotten into college with a sports scholarship or smth but chose to study broadcasting.

in class, he’s simultaneously proactive & serious, asking all the questions he wants to, no hesitation at all. he’s committed to trying his best to stay on top of his studies.

he’s definitely juggling a lot, but he wants to enjoy college life while being dedicated to his future, so he’s trying to find a way to make things work around his busy schedule.

as a member of the soccer team, he climbs the ranks pretty fast. he’s scary good, so no one’s really all that surprised when he gets bumped up to the position of team captain in his second year (or when they find out he has a fanclub 💀).

he works part-time at the shopping center; specifically at a smoothie bar that just so happens to be right across from where hyunsuk works. the two of them usually hang out or annoy one another whenever they’re on their breaks.

on top of the other stuff jihoon’s got going on, he’s also part of the broadcasting club. he always seems to know what’s going on, so if you need the details on something, he’s your guy. he could probably recite the morning announcements with his eyes closed if he really wanted to.

⌗ kanemoto yoshinori / 金本芳典

yoshi’s main focus is studying education because he wants to be a teacher, but he also minors in the fine arts :)

everyone you ask will tell you that he suits his major perfectly. he’s got a perfect balance of patience, care, and drive to work around whatever problems that come his way.

he’s a babysitter in his free time; half because it’s a job where he can be somewhat flexible with his availability so it works w/ his schedule, half because he simply adores kids.

when it comes to balancing his job with school, he sacrifices some of his sleep here & there, but he’s very thorough. he gets shy, but if he needs clarification, he’ll ask for it, and he’s actually pretty good at explaining things too.

maybe it has something to do with his major, maybe it doesn’t, but yoshi’s responsibility isn’t something that goes unnoticed. whether it’s school-related or not, it’s easy to see that he can keep his cool even when in stressful situations.

once in a blue moon, when his friends succeed in dragging him out to a party on a night he’s not working, he’s almost always the designated driver, but he doesn’t really mind it. he doesn’t really like to drink to begin with, so making sure that everyone gets home in one piece is fine by him.

⌗ kim junkyu / 김준규

i can’t really explain how i came to this conclusion, but i feel like junkyu would do well if he was studying psychology.

in his first year he was probably a dorky but adorable freshman with an undecided major. people seem to find that his clumsy, shy personality only adds to his charm, so it’s not surprising that he has admirers.

when he gets a little bit confused in class, his usual choice is to bite his tongue rather than ask a question. junkyu won’t ask for help until he reaches a certain point, he opts to keep trying on his own until it gets too much for him.

more often than not he gets roped into things by his friends. sometimes it’s a party that they want him to go to, sometimes it’s being hyunsuk’s model for new clothes. willingly tags along every now and then when yoshi’s babysitting, solely because the kids are sweethearts.

he’s stealing even more hearts as a resident assistant in his second year. despite his shyness, he’d end up being close with all the residents. it’s hard not to like him; he makes people feel comfortable. most of the time he’s laid back & has a hard time saying no, but he still tries to be responsible & enforces the rules, even if he doesn’t always like it.

ngl, he may or may not have applied for the RA position at first because he’s a homebody & he thought he could use it as an excuse to stay in the dorms since his friends always try to drag him out. still, he’s someone you can always rely on. he might joke around & act like he’s annoyed, but he’s not. he likes to make himself useful if there’s an opportunity.

⌗ takata mashiho / 高田ましほ

in my mind, mashiho would’ve gotten into uni on a full-ride sports scholarship & winds up studying sports medicine while double minoring in kinesiology & culinary arts.

all of his professors are quite fond of him. he’s another one of those students that actively participates in the lessons, and it’s clear he always tries extra hard, especially since he’s at school on that scholarship.

he might not be insanely tall, but don’t let his height fool you, he’s the basketball team’s secret weapon. his skills are insane, & he’s a different person on the court, so each game’s exciting; he always goes beyond expectations.

honestly though, if you thought jihoon was busy, you should see mashi. he might not have a job, but he’s got so much other stuff going on outside of sports & his studies, everyone’s a little bit curious as to how he balances all of it.

popularity check ― somehow, everyone seems to know mashi. he’s campus crush material & he’s got the fanclub to prove it. when he’s not studying or practicing for a game, you might find him with the dance club or the theatre kids.

overall, he just exudes good vibes and confidence, and that’s probably why so many people are naturally drawn to him. when he’s out, he can be the life of the party, but it’s pretty easy for him to have a good time just kicking back with friends. it’s hard to imagine someone not liking him.

⌗ yoon jaehyuk / 윤재혁

this is based off of that one fancall but jaehyuk studies both business administration & economics :)

even before people find out what his majors are, they’d already take a liking to him since he’s such a sweetheart. hearing what he’s studying only impresses others more.

i feel like he’d be part of student government. i could also see him giving the freshmen tours of the campus once he’s in his second year of studies, and he probably continues to do so every other year after that.

he’s got smarts to spare !! i feel like he’s that one person who’s always at the top of his class. he probably doesn’t even need to ask questions for clarification because he reads ahead of the current units they’re working on in class.

im 92.7% convinced he’d be the ultimate favorite student to any, if not all, of his professors. he’d always be prepared when he comes to lectures, and i feel like all the professors would genuinely enjoy reading through his thought process when they grade any of his work.

i could see him working as a student tutor on the side, though idk if it’d be for money or extra credit. it’s an easy but equally convenient way for him to review topics while simultaneously earning extra cash or extra points. even if he wasn’t getting anything out of it, i still think he’d enjoy helping other people better their understandings.

⌗ hamada asahi / 浜田朝光

i had a lot of ideas for asahi, but for simplicity i think he’d study art; specifically w/ a focus in animation.

something tells me he’d be part of the gifted program for fine arts. idk if it’d necessarily work like a scholarship, but i don’t think it’d be an easy program to get into. he’s getting the recognition he deserves for his talent.

when he’s in class he takes simple notes so he gets the general information he needs, but something tells me that he’d go back to redo them later on so that they’ll look nicer. it also helps him study, since he’s revisiting all the materials.

he probably has a bunch of sticky notes with doodles on them in his textbooks, & i feel like he’d doodle on his notes a lot too, but it’s not because he’s bored/distracted, it actually helps him focus & allows him to remember things better.

i feel like college is an even greater self discovery kind of experience for asahi more than any of the others. since he’s so introverted, people probably say that they hope he’ll learn to express himself outwardly the same way he expresses himself through his art. his friend group helps tho, so he’s working on redefining his comfort zone :]

for some reason, i can’t really see asahi having a job while he’s a student. he’d either be so wrapped up in art & studies that his free time kind of blends with them, or he’d keep to himself & his small circle of friends until he falls into a new hobby (which, unintentionally, would be music, but jihoon’s trying to convince him to join the soccer team/club).

⌗ bang yedam / 방예담

the idea of yedam not being involved with music at all feels foreign to me, but i could see him doubling up & studying music alongside communications.

he probably got into college through the gifted program for music, but he chose to study communications as well just to be practical and have some sort of backup plan.

yedam’s the type who stays in the studio more often than his dorm room. he’s always coming up with new song ideas, so his voicenotes app is full of little snippets of things that he came up with throughout the day.

if you happen to see him on campus, you’ll find that he listens to music more than half the time. he’ll always have a pair of headphones on him, whether they’re being worn over his ears or just hanging around his neck.

another popularity check ― the music department’s pride and joy. everyone on campus knows him, mostly because he always performs at events like the school festivals & talent shows. yet another person with a little fanclub behind him; his voice just seems to pull people in.

performs every week at an open mic night that a local coffee shop hosts. he’ll even take requests when there aren’t many people on the performance roster. definitely has a yt channel; sometimes he’ll sing originals while other times he’ll sing covers. half the student body is subscribed.

⌗ kim doyoung / 김도영

i was so dead set on this one pls i feel like doyoung would probably study biology & follow in his family’s footsteps as a pre-med student :]

campus!! crush!! somehow he’s the perfect balance between being a sweetheart & being a huge flirt. his busy schedule tends to have him all over the place, but that’s also how he gained popularity on campus.

probably gets involved with student government because of jaehyuk. he wasn’t really about it first because he already had a lot going on as a pre-med student, but he enjoyed it too much to give it up once he got a taste for it.

doyoung’s prepared for the worst; he’s like a walking first-aid kit & nurse’s office. definitely the person hyunsuk goes to ask for bandaids after accidentally poking himself one too many times while trying to design a new piece.

i’m convinced he’d be a teacher’s assistant. i don’t have an idea of which of his professors he’d TA for, but i know for a fact that he’s charmed all of the other students in the class and the professor themselves. the type to leave give people little hints/tips on what to study for while grading their papers if they didn’t necessarily do so hot.

if you’re ever looking for him on campus and he’s not assisting or sitting in the back of a class grading the papers, there’s a good chance you’ll find him in the library. he’s an assistant there on top of being a TA (and the head librarian always jokes about how they’d never seen so many people come in to study until doyoung became a library assistant).

⌗ watanabe haruto / 渡辺春虎

haruto’s studying music production & composition; he got in through the same program as yedam.

asahi’s roommate. he helps asahi get comfortable around others & is partially the reason why music is now one of asahi’s other hobbies outside of art.

rather than having a youtube channel like yedam, haruto posts on soundcloud for fun. he probably goes by an alias, but the stuff he puts out is semi-popular.

he likes to goof off & work on songs with his friends. at first he’d just mess around by himself & show asahi, but then he met yoshi & mashiho, so nowadays you can distinctly hear four different people in several tracks on haruto’s computer.

he’s not employed while he’s studying atm, but one of his professors mentioned that the campus radio station is looking for people to play songs & fill up the regular slots between the radio programs, so he’s been debating on whether or not he should apply for a position.

that one person who everyone’s unintentionally intimidated by. he does really well academic-wise, but he can be a little bit antisocial, so he doesn’t talk as much around people he’s not close to. others tend to find him hard to approach since he’s so tall istfg his responses can be short & they mistake his blank expressions/rbf as him judging them since they can’t really tell what he’s thinking by the look on his face.

⌗ park jeongwoo / 박정우

jeongwoo has absolutely no clue what he direction he wants to go in, so he hasn’t declared a field of study yet.

roommates with jaehyuk. junkyu’s had to drop by and tell them to knock it off on more than one occasion because they’ll get too loud without realizing it.

he’s on the basketball team with mashiho, but during the off-season you’ll probably find him goofing around on the field with some of the other people in the soccer club.

knows he has to pick a focused area of study sooner or later, but he’s not really sure what he wants. he’s kind of testing things & looking into a new focus every other week to try and find something that sparks his interests.

works part time at is probably on the verge of being fired from a cafe, but he’s usually only taking peoples’ orders, manning the register, or doing dishes. atm, his boss is just keeping him around since he makes up for his not-so-great coffee skills by bringing in a crowd, but he’s trying his best.

a bit of a social butterfly. despite not knowing what he wants to study just yet, the fact he’s made friends in several different departments has helped a lot. everyone on campus, regardless of their major, has probably seen jeongwoo lingering around their building once or twice, and whenever someone initiates conversation he’s always polite.

⌗ so junghwan / 소정환

junghwan’s still in high school & trying to decide what he wants to do in the future.

he’s sort of interested in a few different fields of study, but he wants to see what they’re like before he makes a final decision on what he’ll go into.

all his friends that have already graduated have been pestering him about going to the same university as them when the time comes for him to enroll.

though he’s not done with high school yet, several schools have already been keeping an eye on him & his potential. there’s been buzz about how some places want him in their sports programs; some are even talking scholarships.

he’s a full-time student as of right now. junghwan’s too busy studying for the college entrance exams to be working at the moment, but he’s a bright kid. his teachers are pretty sure he’ll pass with flying colors; they surely won’t hesitate to give him recommendations if he asks.

he’s probably asked jaehyuk or doyoung to help him study for his upcoming exams just to be prepared, but it’s somehow become a group-study thing because everyone else either tags along or invites themselves to the session. still, he’s grateful. they try to help him as much as they can & tell him not to worry so much since he’ll do just fine.

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[kyufilms]

ㅤㅤ⌗ kanemoto yoshinori ―︎ over & over

synopsis ―︎ in which you’ll always be able to count on the fact that you can find comfort in your best friend, over and over again.

wc + genre + pairing + warnings ―︎ 4.5k words worth of angst and fluff for a bittersweet, one-sided love. best friend!yoshi x gn!reader. not proofread. lowercase intended. i think i was a little too mean o.o (i won’t say the exact trope, but if you want to, you could check the tags for some clarification at the end!! idk how well i actually executed the intended concept, so i thought i’d throw the explanation in just incase).

request ―︎ jules 🥺 i love your work 💙 could i please request an angst imagine for yoshi from treasure? maybe with the concept of best friend!yoshi too?

director’s notes ―︎ AHHHHH!!! i’ve had this idea in my mind for months & even talked about the concept with loki a little while back, so i was really excited to be writing this even though it makes me sad </3 it turned into more of a fic than an imagine lmao. the whole idea is heavily inspired by the song ‘let’s fall in love for the night’ by finneas, but i specifically got inspired after listening to this cover by junny :] there may or may not be a few elements of the fic inspired by ‘best friend’ by rex orange county as well, since i had that & junny’s lfilftn cover looped back to back as i wrote. also! yoshi was almost in reader’s situation, but i actually couldn’t decide whether i wanted yoshi to be person a or person b in terms of the plot, so i flipped a coin to choose how it would go for me :3 anyways, i’m not sure how happy i am with this, but i hope you like it anyways anon <3 im so sorry

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kanemoto yoshinori couldn’t remember how much time had passed since the first time he told you that he loved you.

maybe it’d been a few weeks. maybe a few months had passed. for all he knew, it could’ve been a little over a year now. maybe two. if he was being honest, he could no longer keep count of the days going by. everything always felt like a blur to him.

if you asked him how long he’d loved you, he’d say he wasn’t sure. falling in love with you was never his plan, but it happened before he even realized it, and when he finally did, he didn’t want to stop. it’s not like he could’ve, anyways. even if he wanted to.

maybe knowing how much time had passed was no longer all that important.

after all, you were his best friend. all that really mattered to him was nothing would change between you two. having you by his side was all the comfort yoshi could ever ask for.

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it was 08:31 on a sunday night when notifications illuminated up the once-dark screen of your best friend’s phone, indicating new messages from you. it was almost as if he knew it was you before he even checked the text. it hadn’t even taken thirty seconds for yoshi to come running in from another room when he heard the soft ping of his phone.

08:31 pm | y/n 🌱

they broke up with me.

we got into another fight because they kept telling me to stop hanging around you

and then they told me that they were done with my bullshit because they were tired of me putting you before them

they said that they finally found somebody else

and then they broke up with me.

the second he read the messages, it was as if he was on autopilot, bumbling around the living room in search of his wallet & keys. he found himself forcing on his shoes and grabbing one of his hoodies from the coat closet. he didn’t even bother pulling it on, opting to clutch it in his hand instead. he was rushing to you, nearly forgetting to lock the door on his way out of his apartment.

you saw the three little dots pop up within two minutes of hitting send on your last message to him, his responses hard to read as the tears in your eyes blurred your vision.

08:32 | yoshinori ☁️

don’t go anywhere

i’ll be there in 25

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though yoshi said it’d take twenty-five minutes to get to you, it actually only took fifteen. he may or may not have been going a little bit over the speed limit here and there, and he really shouldn’t have been, but in his eyes, a little bit of trouble was worth it.

you were worth it. always.

you couldn’t remember opening the door to let him in. all you knew was you were sobbing one moment, and the next, he was stepping through the threshold of your front door, pulling you into his arms so you could cry your eyes out as much as you wanted to.

“it’s gonna okay,” he mumbled, rubbing your back as your tears began to form a spot on his shirt. “they’re an idiot. a jealous idiot. fuck what they say; they don’t deserve you, y/n.”

there was a little pang in your chest that hit you as your best friend spoke; you couldn’t even respond. instead, you found yourself hugging yoshi tighter as you tried to bury your head further into his chest, too upset to pull yourself together.

“it’s alright, i’ve got you.”

you’re not quite sure how long you stood there, sobbing in his arms as though you were in hysterics. it could’ve been anywhere from a few more seconds to an entire hour later, but he didn’t mind it at all.

yoshi always knew how to comfort you. he’d never judge you for being frustrated or upset; instead, he’d rather hold your hand and listen to you get everything out of your system. if you didn’t want to talk, that was alright too. he didn’t mind the silence; he just wanted to be there.

he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren’t alone.

“you can let it out, i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”

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when you had calmed down enough to pull yourself away from your best friend’s grasp, he guided you over to your couch, making sure you were comfortable before he excused himself for a moment.

curiously, you watched as the red-haired boy busied himself, running back and forth down the hall once or twice, even popping into the kitchen. he was back within all of two minutes, a blanket, your favourite stuffed animal, and two spoons to go along with the emergency tub of your favourite ice cream in his arms.

you didn’t remember telling him where everything was, but you figured he must’ve known you too well & it just slipped your mind.

he didn’t say anything as he began putting things onto the coffee table to free up his hands. instead, he simply laid the blanket over you and placed the stuffed animal by your side. the hoodie that he’d brought along with him reappeared as well, resting in your lap a moment after he passed it over.

only then did yoshi reach for the spoons and the ice cream tub, making himself comfortable as he sat opposite of you in order to see your face. he found that you were still watching him curiously, so he finally spoke up.

“did you wanna talk about it? or would you rather we just binge through one of your favourite shows and eat this entire tub?” he asked, holding it up with a small, comforting smile.

only kanemoto yoshinori could make you laugh despite being in tears mere minutes before, even if it was only a soft giggle.

so with that, you tugged on the hoodie that had previously laid in your lap, beckoning the boy across from you to scoot closer so he could share the blanket.

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“don’t you have to leave soon?” you asked softly, your head resting upon your best friend’s shoulder.

“no. not if you don’t want me to,” he replied, lightly squeezing you into a side hug as he rubbed your arm comfortingly. “are you feeling any better?”

“if i said yes, would you believe me?” you joked, reaching for his hand. you still felt shitty, but something about yoshi’s presence comforted you. the idea of him simply being there already made you feel a little bit lighter than before.

sometimes, it felt like the red-haired boy next to you was the only person in the world who understood you, but that wasn’t a bad thing. whenever the thought crossed your mind, it made sense to you; he was there for you through thick & thin.

everything was just so easy when it came to him; there was no reason to argue. you had your opinions, he had his, and even despite some of your differences, at the end of the day, you not only felt respected, but you felt seen.

“let’s take a drive,” he changed the topic. “we don’t have to go anywhere in particular. we could just get something to eat and drive around until you feel okay, yeah?”

“i’d like that,” you smiled softly, picking your head up from his shoulder and taking his hand as he pulled you up from the comfort of the couch.

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a few hours would pass before you made it back home from the drive, but it’s not like the two of you had much to do anyway.

“thank you for cheering me up,” you spoke up gently, your tone barely audible as you focused your eyes on the last stoplight before the two of you would reach your house.

“it’s nothing,” he shrugged, stealing an unnoticed glance at you as the two of you waited for the light to flicker from red to green.

you were ethereal in his eyes. sure, you weren’t wearing anything fancy, and maybe your eyes were a little red & puffy from crying earlier, but it wouldn’t change his opinion of you. he’d grown to love every little thing about you, even outside of your looks.

he loved that you were the type to stop while you were out & rush over to pet every dog that you could if you were given a chance.

he loved that you were the type to text him the dumbest jokes at three in the morning, just because it made you laugh like a fool and you wanted to share something you thought was funny.

he loved that you would never lie to him, even if you wanted to. you were always honest with him, and though you could sound blunt or sarcastic at times, he appreciated it. frankly, it made him feel like you were comfortable with him.

for every little quirk you had, yoshi had found a reason to love you.

“i just don’t like seeing you sad,” he added onto his previous words, pulling his gaze off you after a moment. he still worried for you, knowing how bad you were probably hurting after everything that happened.

yet, even when you were sad, he couldn’t help but adore you.

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“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”

it was 03:52 in the morning, but you couldn’t really understand why he was so insistent on leaving at first. you couldn’t explain why, but you were somewhat sad that he was leaving; it was like a part of you knew something was off, but it didn’t make sense to you.

you’d see him tomorrow, right?

“it’s alright,” he smiled reassuringly as he stood in the doorway, “i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”

the door to your house was half-closing when you found yourself reaching for the handle and stopping it before it could shut completely. the next thing you knew, you were outside, standing right behind the boy who had frozen in his place.

“hey, is everything alright?” you called after him gently, “i know i probably should’ve asked you sooner, but i just wanted to check. i was a little distracted when you were busy cheering me up earlier, but now that i think about it, you seem a little down.”

if there was one thing in the world you hated, it was liars.

you mentioned it several times before. you would rather be hurt upfront by the people you care about most instead of having them spare you the pain with a teeny little lie. at least then, even if they hurt you, you could convince yourself that you’d learn to cope.

when your best friend turned around to face you, something was off, but you didn’t know what, and unluckily for you, the boy that stood across from you was one hell of an actor at times.

“i’m alright, y/n,” he relaxed a little, giving you another one of his signature reassuring smiles. “really, i was just worried about you.”

if you could curse him and that smile of his, you probably would. you’d never admit it, and you might not even know it yourself, but you had a weak spot when it came to him.

yoshi always knew how to reassure you; it was like a double-edged sword, both a gift and a flaw.

“okay,” you let your hands find their way into the pocket of his hoodie that you had yet to take off. “you’d tell me if something else was bothering you, right? this friendship thing works two ways, you know.”

the sound of his laughter at the words you said had been enough to make you smile subconsciously. maybe you were overthinking things. you had a long day, after all.

“of course i would. you’re my best friend, after all.”

“you promise?” it was as if you were under a spell. you don’t know what prompted you to ask him that question; you didn’t even realize what you’d said until he answered.

“i promise.”

the pressure that built up in your chest had completely vanished by then, and before you knew it, you were smiling like a fool and wrapping your arm around his torso. “alright, i know it’s late and you’re gonna tease me for being sappy, so i won’t keep you here any longer,” you joked, squeezing him lightly before pulling away. “text me when you get home, just so i know, okay?”

“i will.”

“goodnight, i love you,” you grinned, laughing softly as you turned around to walk back to your door.

the random ‘i love you’ that you had thrown in at the end of your sentence was meant to be harmless.

while your best friend wasn’t really one to say it, you, on the other hand, expressed it freely. over the years you’d known him, you figured he was just careful about saying it back, so you didn’t ask questions. it never seemed to do any damage before, and the fact that yoshi never really said it back hadn’t affected you much either.

something about that night was different.

if you had just stayed looking in his direction a few more seconds, maybe you would’ve seen it; the way he froze all over again as if he didn’t see it coming.

unfortunately for you, your timing seemed to be off, and as you turned around once you stepped foot in the doorway, he snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in.

there was a smile on his face, but if you’d seen it, you couldn’t be sure if it was to reassure you or himself. he could mask his mixed emotions all he wanted, but the usual softness of his gaze wouldn’t quite reach his eyes the same way it usually would.

he knew something you didn’t.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

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when yoshi woke up in his apartment hours later, a single thought crossed his mind.

maybe this time would be different.

a mix of hopefulness and uneasiness bubbling up inside him left him too nervous to check his phone. he didn’t dare look for the hoodie he left behind with you, nor did he turn on the news or check the calendar to be sure of the day’s date.

he was scared.

while he hoped that things would be different, he was downright terrified of what would happen if his hopes came true.

perhaps he should’ve thrown all caution to the wind.

maybe if he didn’t overthink everything, he’d stop hoping he’d see you sooner & actually do something about it. as luck would have it though, yoshi was careful. perhaps a little too careful.

he’d force himself to wait and see if he was right.

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the hours seemed to go by at the slowest rate.

when the red-haired boy finally allowed himself to leave his bedroom, the sun was no longer in the sky. instead, a dark blue hue painted the endless sights above his head, the color continuing to fade away over time.

08:21 pm.

the silence that filled the air only thickened as the minutes seemed to count down, but the thoughts running through yoshi’s mind were too loud to ignore.

what would happen to the two of you afterwards?

would things stay the same?

if something changed, would it be for better or for worse?

the loudest thought of all, however, was the one that had worried him the most.

would he lose you for good if you found out?

08:29 pm.

he didn’t want to risk losing you. he couldn’t.

you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.

how was he supposed to let you go if things didn’t go right?

08:31 pm.

the familiar chime that indicated notifications brought the boy out of his thoughts before he could think any further, and when he realized what had happened, he froze for a second.

walking out to the living room with a hint of speed in his steps, he slowed as he approached the coffee table where his phone lay. the screen lit up as the notifications rolled in, and at the top of the bubbles, he saw the familiar letters that formed your name.

the feeling or realization that had hit him in the moment was confusing. yoshi wasn’t really sure what he should have felt when everything clicked.

he’d gotten his hopes up only to scare himself into overthinking, but with the way things had turned out, it seemed he shouldn’t have done either.

he was relieved, but he was also disappointed.

regardless, his feet moved on autopilot once more as he picked up his phone to respond to you. he’d found his wallet sandwiched between the couch cushions in it’s usual place, and his keys were on the edge of the kitchen counter.

he wasn’t sure how many times this moment had actually passed, but it was enough to be etched into his memory. he already knew where everything was; he didn’t even have to look up to gather his things.

still, a small part of him wished that the universe was playing tricks, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when he opened the door to the coat closet, there’d be some kind of indication that things had worked out in the way he had hoped.

maybe the world is against me, he decided, feeling that small part of him crumble down into nothing in mere seconds. he knew that he should have expected this to happen by now, but still, he let himself get his hopes up.

pulling out the same hoodie he’d left with you the night before, he clutched onto the fabric in one hand as he opened the text conversation & typed out the same reply.

08:32 | yoshinori ☁️

don’t go anywhere

i’ll be there in 25

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“i thought you didn’t even know this artist,” you piped up, “how do you know every line to this song?”

the smallest hint of a smile found itself creeping onto your face as you relaxed into the passenger’s seat of yoshi’s car. it was just past eleven in the evening when he suggested that you take a drive to get your mind off of things.

you, for one, had no clue where you were, not even sure what direction you’d been going in anymore. then again, it made sense; you’d been distracted.

the car ride felt too quiet, but you didn’t really want to talk about things anymore. most of the stuff you needed out of your system had already been covered when you talked earlier. so, instead of making conversation, you reached for your phone, scrolling through your music app as the bluetooth connected you to the speakers.

“i guess i must’ve heard it somewhere,” the boy across from you spoke softly, a small smile on his face as he hummed along to the fading outro of the song.

you shook your head in disbelief, even letting out a small laugh as you let your gaze shift back to the window. “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“maybe you’re just a little late when it comes to noticing things,” he teased lightheartedly, ignoring the bittersweet twinge he felt in his chest.

he was glad to see you feeling better, but the fact that he was the reason behind it only amplified the fluttery feeling in his chest.

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you let out a sigh as you fell back onto your couch when the two of you had returned from the late-night drive. “do you think i should just call in sick for work?”

you both knew exactly why you asked that question. it made sense, considering the fact that your now-ex worked in the same place as you. you’d much rather lock yourself in your room and never come out, not even wanting to think about what your ex might say about it.

unluckily for you, work was work, and you couldn’t just hide away forever, even if yoshi couldn’t help but tell you what you wanted to hear. he always caved when it came to you.

“if you want to,” he shrugged, “it’s late, and you have an early shift, but if you ask me, you deserve the break.”

“i like the way you think,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as you gave him a look. “what time is it?”

“time for you to get some rest,” he responded, laughing a little bit when you scrunched your face up at his light sarcasm. “it’s a little over half-past three in the morning. almost four.”

“we were out that long?” your eyes widened, not realizing how long the two of you had been out on your drive. “it barely felt like an hour to me.”

a nod from your best friend confirmed your surprise as you sat up a little bit, still confused as to how it felt like you had lost so much time. it felt too short.

yoshi would probably agree with you on that.

despite how many times he’d lived through the same scenarios, he couldn’t deny that he wished he could spend more time with you. whenever he was by your side, time seemed to pass even faster than it usually did.

perhaps that’s why he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since then; he could no longer keep track of how many times he’d been stuck reliving that same night over and over.

the night when he told you he loved you for the first time.

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“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”

the same words you usually said each time had etched themselves into yoshi’s head, along with a number of other things. he could essentially recite the entire day & night’s events.

it wasn’t always exact. sometimes, little bits and pieces changed. sometimes you didn’t say certain things or make certain decisions, but most of your words and actions stayed the same.

not that you would know that, of course.

yoshi, on the other hand, had relived the day enough to know it was practically pointless doing anything else. there was a time when he would go through the same events, only changing a detail or two to see if it would change anything.

he couldn’t count how many times he’d switched his approach to things anymore. the minor details turned into major details, and if he was asked, he’d probably swear that he was stuck at that point in time forever.

no matter what happened, when 08:31 pm rolled around, your text messages would appear on the screen of his phone and he’d be rushing out of his apartment to get to you.

no matter what happened, he’d still be wishing you goodnight as he stood at your doorstep at 03:52 in the morning, telling you that he loved you for what would appear to be the first time.

no matter what happened, you’d still assume he meant that he loved you platonically. he’d still drive himself home, not bothering to correct you in fear of losing you.

the end result always seemed to have the exact same outcome.

“it’s alright, i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”

you’d heard the exact same words god knows how many times now, but you’d never know it.

“wait,” you called out, stepping past the threshold of your front door for the umpteenth time.

he already expected you to stop him, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as your arms wrapped around his torso in a tight grip. he was weak when it came to you.

“thank you for being here when i needed you most,” you mumbled, the familiar feeling of tears pricking your eyes causing you hide your face away in his chest out of embarrassment. “if i’m honest, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“i’ll always be here for you,” he mumbled back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held you in his arms for a moment. he needed to say it, even if you’d forget his words in the next few hours. he needed you to know. “always. you know that.”

when you pulled back from the hug, you giggled a little bit. maybe you were tired, maybe you were laughing at yourself, but regardless, you felt shy. “i must look like an idiot right now, huh?”

“of course not,” he replied, moving one of his hands up so he could gently wipe the tears off of your face.

“i don’t like liars,” you teased, though you still avoided his eyes as you tried to collect yourself. “i should let you go now, hm?”

when you looked up at him, he couldn’t find it in himself to respond; all he could do was give you one of his signature smiles of reassurance.

you caught him off guard when you pulled him back into your grasp. your grip was a little tighter this time, as if you were holding on like you were scared he’d disappear. you only seemed to surprise him even more when you spoke up with slightly muffled words.

“goodnight, i love you.”

two nights in a row, you said it first. that was new.

he knew that the chances of things going back to normal were low. the universe had given him a clear message; he wouldn’t be able to move forward from then on, no matter what he did. he was stuck in the same series of events without any idea as to how he could end the cycle.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

those last three words felt like a kick to the stomach every time he said them. it felt was like someone was playing a cruel joke on him.

a part of him wanted to explain; to make it completely clear that he loved you the way he did. he couldn’t even put it into words sometimes, but another part of him was glad he could never the courage to explain his true feelings to you.

he couldn’t find it in himself to risk losing you, so he didn’t dare to try, even if it meant that you would know how he really felt. he’d never forgive himself if he allowed you to slip right through his fingers and walk out of his life, so he’d bite his tongue and keep his mouth shut.

you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.

it had taken him years to muster up the courage to tell you that, only for you to think he meant it as nothing more than a friend.

that’s what he was, after all ―︎ your best friend.

perhaps you’d forgive him for lying to you in another life.

perhaps kanemoto yoshinori was a fool for getting his hopes up.

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ㅤㅤ ⌗ takata mashiho ―︎ piece of cake

synopsis ―︎ in which mashiho’s significant other attempts to give him a little surprise & bake him a special treat for his birthday. keyword: attempts. it shouldn’t be that hard, right?

genre + pairing + word count ―︎ 2k words worth of fluff, angst, & a little bit of comedy for the birthday boy !! bf!mashiho x gn!reader

director’s notes ―︎ at this rate, i never proofread my stuff lmao 💀 this wasn’t requested, but it’s mashi’s birthday & i was inspired to write a short little something <3 the middle is a flashback, incase it’s confusing,, and i rushed the ending a little bit because it was getting lengthy, but i hope you enjoy it!!

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you just couldn't understand where you went wrong.

for the past three hours, it was as if the simple steps you'd been trying to follow were no longer part of a recipe for cake but rather a recipe for disaster. the numerous broken eggshells, flour spills, and slightly burnt smell of the failed end-products of your previous attempts spoke enough for themselves; the kitchen was a mess.

had it been any other day, you would've given up by now, either calling in some delivery food or asking mashiho to take over for both your sakes. despite the differences between cooking and baking, you knew full well that your boyfriend was well-rounded in the kitchen, but unfortunately for you, the options you allowed yourself came with quite a few restrictions, and asking your boyfriend for help wasn't something you could do at the moment.

today was mashiho's birthday, and naturally, you wanted to do something special for him even though you had already bought him a gift. for the past few days, you struggled to come up with an idea, but after talking with jihoon and doyoung last night, it was like a lightbulb shone over your head.

what could be better than baking him a cake all by yourself?

the answer to that question, you discovered, would be anything else. literally, anything.

with a sigh of frustration, you pinched the bridge of your nose for a moment, wondering what you were going to do. for once, you were glad that your boyfriend was busy with practice for most of the day; at least that meant he didn't have to see what monstrosities you were trying to whip up in the kitchen. to you, the failure was embarrassing; how could someone mess up a recipe that bad if they were following it step by step?

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it seemed as if the way you were stressing out the night before had carried over into the next day.

"i don't know what to do for mashi's birthday tomorrow," you frowned as you flopped backwards onto doyoung's bed. the younger boy spun in his computer chair to face you, giving you a confused glance, though you couldn't have seen it with your arms covering your eyes.

"didn't you already get him a gift?"

"yeah, but i still want to do something else for him. what if the gift i got him isn't enough?"

you were overthinking things, to say the least. even after being with mashiho for over a year now, you couldn't help but feel the nerves bubbling up in your chest. he was nothing less than a perfect boyfriend, so you wanted to do something impactful to show that you loved and appreciated him in the same way.

"hey, don't freak yourself out, okay? i'm sure the gift you got him is perfect," doyoung tried to reassure you as you hid your face in the sheets and rolled onto your stomach, "besides, it comes from you, so i'm pretty sure the chances of him not liking it are practically nonexistent."

a knock on the door interrupted you before you could respond.

"hey doyoung, have you seen my- oh," jihoon stopped in his tracks as he noticed you lifting your head up ever so slightly to glance in his direction. "hi, y/n. i didn't know you were over. are you waiting for shiho to get back?"

when the older boy only received what he assumed was a muffled 'yes' in response, he looked to the youngest in the room, who gave you a sympathetic sigh before directing his attention back to jihoon's expectant gaze.

"they're stressing out because they started overthinking their gift for mashiho's birthday again. now they want to do something extra special, but they can't think of what."

jihoon laughed a little as he saw you kick your feet into the mattress at doyoung's words, moving further into the room so he could sit on the edge of the bed. "y/n, you know you don't have to worry, right? we all know how mashiho feels about you. he'll love whatever you give him."

"but i want to do more," you frowned as you rolled back over and sat up so that the other two could hear you properly. "i just don't know what to do. he already said he doesn't need a fancy party, and even then, i can't just throw him one. a surprise party needs to be planned in advance, and i have no time. plus, i can't do all of that by myself, but i can't ask for help either because you guys have practice tomorrow and-"

" y/n, slow down. it’s okay."

when doyoung spoke, you could feel both his & jihoon's sympathetic gazes on you, so you couldn't help but drop your head into your hands as you made an incoherent noise.

"it's just, mashi's good to me. too good to me. sometimes i feel like i don't deserve him. i just want to do something extra to top it all off, so he knows that i care. i don't want him to think that i'm putting any less effort into this relationship than he is."

too busy worrying over nothing to notice the look that doyoung and jihoon shared, you found yourself lost in your own thoughts, but god, if you only knew.

if only you knew how often your boyfriend had been teased by his members when you weren't around because he would start acting sulky, mumbling about how he missed you.

if only you knew about the silly little grin that he always failed to hide when he looked at the picture of you he had set as his lockscreen.

if only you knew about how his eyes would light up at the mere mention of your name as it captured his full attention in lightning speed.

if only you knew about the countless times that he'd gushed to the others about how perfect you were for him. how in love he was with you. how you made him feel so loved and at ease.

mashiho was just as infatuated with you as you were with him. he would never for a second think that you were 'putting in less effort' than him into your relationship, though sometimes, you were clueless.

absolutely clueless.

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maybe i should just give up and buy one instead.

as you stared at your latest cake attempt through the oven glass, practically burning holes through the door with your gaze.

after you nearly lost your mind trying to think of ideas last night, jihoon was the one who suggested you bake a cake. it was a simple, thoughtful, idea that you could still pull off as a surprise. more importantly, doyoung pointed out that it wouldn't take you too long and you wouldn't need any help with it, which was perfect considering you couldn't exactly call for anyone anyways.

the only minor issue was that neither of them predicted you'd be this bad at baking.

please be okay, you thought as you heard the timer go off, quickly pulling on the oven mitts and opening the door so you could take the hot pan out, and to your surprise, it was fine.

once the cake had cooled, you inspected it to ensure that it wasn't runny in the middle or burnt at the bottom. still, it seemed perfectly baked, which was probably a miracle after the previous seven tries.

you were short on time now, so you were quick to shave off the edges of the cake and rushed through decoration, but even that seemed to go well.

after the baking madness, you hurried along to clean the kitchen up so that it at least looked presentable again when your boyfriend and his roommates returned home, but as you were just about to finish tidying up, you decided to take a bite of the cake scraps you had set aside when decorating earlier.

of course, things simply wouldn't go your way today.

the taste in your mouth was bitter, and you ran to the sink to spit it out without thinking twice. you'd made a rookie mistake, accidentally switching the salt with the sugar when measuring out ingredients for the batter, and now while you had a finished cake that looked perfect, it tasted awful; not even icing could help.

tossing the leftover scraps into the bin, you felt like you could cry. you'd spent all day trying to do something nice for your boyfriend, but you just couldn't get it right, no matter how hard you were trying.

you were too upset to notice the door click unlocked.

"hi lov-," mashiho stopped mid-sentence as he saw you pacing back and forth in front of the sink, "what's the matter?"

the second you made eye contact with your boyfriend, you couldn't help but let the tears in your eyes roll their way down your cheeks in frustration.

"hey hey hey, what's wrong? did something happen? talk to me," he worried, dropping his bag onto the floor and rushing over to your side to try and calm you down. that's when he saw the cake. "did you make this for me?"

with a broken laugh, you glanced at the cake for a moment before looking to your feet and trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. you felt silly; you didn't want him to see you like this, but you couldn't stop the explanation from making its way past your lips.

"i tried baking all day, but it just kept going wrong, and it took me eight tries just to get this cake right, but when i tasted it, it was awful because i messed up again, and i think i switched the salt and the sugar and-"

"love. look at me. breathe, alright?"

mashiho's words stopped you from the ramble you were going on and on about, and as he took your hands & you met his eyes, your breathing calmed down as well. "i'm sorry, mashi. i tried, i really did."

the look in your boyfriend's eyes as he calmed you down was soft. he felt like comfort to you. the slow-growing smile on his face, however, confused you more than you liked to admit.

"you know, if you keep this up, i might just fall in love with you more than i already have," he hummed softly, gently brushing an unnoticed speck of flour off of your cheek. he had to bite back the laugh he wanted to let out when he saw the adorable look of confusion on your face.

"you're not disappointed?"

"baby, of course not," the question seemed ridiculous to him; he had no reason to feel that way. "you tried your best to surprise me when you didn't have to; why would i be disappointed in you?"

it was like a weight fell off your shoulders as you heard the words ring throughout the air. the next thing you knew, you pulled him closer as you hid your face away into his shoulder.

"i just wanted to do something special for you on your birthday, but i fucked it up."

mashiho could no longer hold back the little laugh that wanted to escape him as he responded. "you didn't fuck anything up, okay? the fact that you tried is more than enough for me."

his words were comforting as you pulled your head back to face him properly, feeling shy when his eyes met yours once again. "i look like an idiot right now, don't i?"

"nonsense," he replied. "stop crying, okay? you're too beautiful to be wasting your tears on a cake."

with a small laugh, you nodded along to his words as he helped you wipe the last of the tears away. the two of you stood in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity, with you just resting in his arms.

"thank you for trying to do something special for my birthday. you make me feel loved every day, you know that?"

pressing a kiss to your forehead, mashiho spoke up once more.

"i just hope you know i love you regardless."

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ⌗ park jihoon ―︎ all an act

synopsis ―︎ in which you’ve never liked park jihoon & he’s never liked you; or so everyone thinks.

genre + pairing + word count ―︎ 1.4k words worth of secret relationship, a little comedy, & a bit of fluff. rival!jihoon x gn!reader, but with an added twist <3

request ―︎ JULES?&%# Could I request smth too?!?!?! I want something likeee enemies in public then lovers in private for Jihoon yk?!?!?!? You could do the rest but no angst! I’ve cried too much this week 😤 thank u 🤭💗

director’s notes ―︎ grammatical errors !! this is once again not proofread lmao. there’s a couple references to my last request, but the junkyu mentioned here is 100% platonic ofc :D when i saw this in my ask box, i felt like i had to work on it immediately because i was inspired :D tbh tho, i feel like i might’ve been too repetitive, and i tried to keep anything angsty to a minimum, but angst is somewhat my specialty, so i’m kinda numb to it & dunno if i missed anything. still, i don’t think it’s anything worth crying over !! i also messed around a little to see if i could get the ‘keep reading/read more’ option to work on this one, but there’s probably gonna be a big gap under the break & idk if it’ll glitch or not :/ minor warning aside,, i hope you like it sachi <3

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hate (v.) ―︎ to feel intense or passionate dislike for someone.

if someone were to say that you hated park jihoon, it would be an understatement.

from the moment you met, the two of you had never gotten along. granted, it might've been a little bit silly, considering you first met when you were five years old. you had gotten so upset with jihoon over the teeny tiny fact that he'd broken some of your favorite colored crayons. on the other end, jihoon was upset with you since your kindergarten teacher made him miss recess to write (or at least attempt to write) an apology letter.

regardless, even if it started over the littlest thing, the rivalry between the two of you was fueled by every little conflict you had, and it only seemed to spiral further as you both grew older.

when the two of you were sat next to each other in class at ten years old, you both got detention for three weeks straight after finally making the teacher reach her breaking point.

what exactly pushed her over the limit, you ask? an argument about ice cream flavors in the middle of a class discussion. jihoon went on about how mint chocolate was so great, meanwhile, you argued that it tasted like toothpaste and had no appeal.

when you were thirteen, the two of you were assigned classroom cleaning duty for an entire semester after getting kicked off the debate team. you were supposed to be having a debate about school uniform policies, but somehow it turned into a yelling match with dumb insults being thrown at one another.

when you were sixteen, there was a new teacher who thought that pairing you with jihoon for a project would be a good idea. they didn't realize their mistake until presentation day came, which is when you'd both been bickering about the slide contents in the middle of the presentation. needless to say, you both had to work on extra credit to make up for lost points, and that teacher never paired you again for anything ever again.

when it came to jihoon, you'd go from competing for better scores academically to going against each other for student council. even silly things, like being the first in line, suddenly became a competition to you. that boy simply got on your nerves and vice versa, so it was clear there would never be some kind of reconciliation between either of you.

if someone were to say that you hated park jihoon, it would be an understatement; you despised him.

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"look, i'm sorry, but i'm not going to the movies with you, junkyu. not if he's there," you finalized. your best friend had been trying to convince you to go along with him and some of his other friends on a saturday night to see some film that one of them wouldn't shut up about.

in most cases, you probably would've said yes; after all, there was no reason for you to say no.

you had no plans for the night, you finished all the things you needed to do, and you wouldn't even need to ask for permission to go out since you'd be with a trusted friend. you even got along with hyunsuk and yoshi, who'd be tagging along, but there was still a catch.

"please, y/n? it's just a movie. it's not like you'll have to talk to jihoon for most of the night anyways. you might not even have to talk to him at all. he's been bugging me and the guys about seeing it all week."

there he was, the catch. park jihoon; presumably the only reason you'd ever turn down an invitation for a night out with your friends. of course, he had to be the one who wanted to watch the movie in the first place.

"all the more reason for me to not go," you flashed the boy sat at your kitchen counter a sarcastic smile before turning to open the fridge. when you turned to see him frowning at you, you laughed a little, nearly spilling a bit of the water you were pouring into a glass.

"you'll be alone, i'd be a bad friend if i ditched you," junkyu nagged, letting out a small 'hmph' as his shoulders slumped. "maybe i should just cancel on them."

"kyu, it's fine, you know. i don't really care if you hang out with him. you don't need to cancel on your other friends for me," the words were meant to reassure him, though you couldn't help but let out another small laugh at his frown. "i'll be fine, okay? just go. maybe i'll join in another time."

though it took a lot of convincing, you finally got junkyu to leave your apartment and hang out with his other friends. it was quieter when he left, and there you were, all alone to yourself on a saturday night with nothing else to do except stare at your ceiling and space out.

but hey, at least it beat hanging out with jihoon, right?

jihoon, who knew how to push all your buttons. jihoon, who practically always disagreed with the things you had to say. jihoon, who knew exactly what made you tick and, more often than not, chose to use it for the pure purpose of annoying you.

stupid park jihoon and his stupidly pretty face. even the thought of him annoyed you.

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it didn't surprise when you got a text from junkyu half an hour later. he was whining about how you should've just gone with him to the movies anyways, because, as fate would have it, jihoon canceled on the others last minute.

you saw it coming, after all. you were the reason he canceled.

not long after the text from your best friend, you heard a knock at your front door, and lo & behold, there he was. park jihoon, your stupidly adorable boyfriend.

"i brought dinner," he grinned, watching as your face lit up at the sight of his presence. he barely had any time to react as you leaned up to kiss his cheek & then took his hand to drag him inside; he could only laugh.

"you're the best, you know that?"

"obviously," he teased, rolling his eyes at you playfully.

the two of you ending up together seemed almost unimaginable, but the universe works in mysterious ways.

well, that, and the fact that he came to apologize to you after the incident with the project when you were sixteen. it was the first and last time one of your little arguments ever actually affected your grades. you don't exactly remember who asked who to work on the make-up work with the other, but that detail didn't really matter when you both realized you had a lot more in common than you thought.

sure, you didn't get along right off the bat. the two of you still bickered for a while after that, but it was never as serious as you previously made it out to be. in fact, you were like that until recently. at some point, it almost turned into playful banter, as if you were flirting; if you could call it that.

perhaps that's where the feelings started. by the end of it, you were just grateful you both felt the same.

"hyunsuk is blowing my phone up because i canceled on them," jihoon said as he took up another spoonful of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. "he says it's almost impressive, considering junkyu couldn't get you to show up either."

"i still don't know how you eat that," you muttered, eyeing the ice cream pint in his hands. "junkyu's been doing the same to me though. i'm surprised they haven't figured it out yet. do you think they're even just a little bit suspicious of us?"

"as if. we've been doing a great job at keeping this act up for the past few months," your boyfriend laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. "do you think we should tell them yet?"

"probably."

"do you want to tell them yet?"

the question made you look back over to him, your eyes studying his features as he waited for an answer expectantly.

in response, all he got was a soft grin from you as you spoke up, your answer being completely irrelevant.

"shut up and kiss me again, idiot."

if someone were to say that you hated park jihoon, it would be an understatement; you despised him ―︎ or so they thought.

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⌗ kim junkyu ―︎ change your mind

synopsis ―︎ in which junkyu decides that he’s going to be the one to change your mind.

genre + pairing + word count ―︎ 963 words worth of pure fluff. best friend!junkyu x gn!reader.

request ―︎ hi jules! could i request a fluffy imagine for treasure's junkyu? maybe something best friends to lovers? thank youuu 💗

director’s notes ―︎ this is most definitely not proofread lmao i’m sorry, beware of grammatical errors. also, sorry this took so long!! i didn’t start working on requests until saturday and i think that tumblr’s been eating some of my asks :/ i also can’t put a ‘read more’ thing on this because it’s deleting paragraphs?? ahh idk, this website hates me. overall, i’m not exactly sure i executed this all that well, but i hope you like it anon!! edit: i managed to find a way around the read more getting deleted after this so i added it lol

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when your soft laughter rang throughout the air and the flickering light from the flames cast their glow upon your face, junkyu could only look at you with pure adoration.

the two of you had been sitting in front of the fireplace, opting to hide away from the rest of your relatives who were too busy mingling with each other to have noticed your disappearance from the party.

“you didn’t have to come, you know,” the words had fallen from your lips in a teasing manner as you poked the boy next to you, watching as he rolled his eyes in a playful response.

“you’d never let it go if i didn’t. besides, what else would i do? sleep in? and miss out on one of your family’s parties? i think not,” he scoffed, sharing a look with you for a moment before both of you erupted with laughter as you processed how ridiculous it sounded, knowing him. “seriously though, you know i’m always here for you.”

your face scrunched up at his last sentence and you gently pushed him, muttering something under your breath about how much of a cheesy idiot he was.

kim junkyu was your best friend; ever since the two of you were kids, he’d never not been by your side. it was as if the universe paired the two of you together for your own good. despite how many years you’d spent together, neither of you could ever get sick of each other.

nothing could change that.

not the one-too-many times he’d embarrass you in public after a clumsy move, not the endless corny jokes you’d annoy him with every chance you’d get, not even the embarrassing pictures you both refused to delete. even after all the times that you’d have to drag him out of bed so you wouldn’t be late to whatever plans you made, or when you’d plead for him to let you copy his homework when you had forgotten to do your own, neither of you would trade the other for anyone else.

it’s partially why junkyu couldn’t say no when you called him up last minute, begging for him to go along with you to a family gathering that you didn’t even want to go to yourself, just so you wouldn’t be completely bored out of your mind.

partially.

in hindsight, he could have said no.

he could’ve told you that he already had plans; that jihoon had been bugging him for the past week to go see some new movie he couldn’t remember the name of. he could’ve said that he would rather stay home instead of spending part of his weekend having pretend tea parties with your younger cousins and chasing them around the backyard for a few hours while the adults talked about this and that.

junkyu could have spent his day doing whatever he wanted, but in reality, he wouldn’t have minded anything so long as you were by his side. he’d probably never admit it, but he was in love with you; it’s why he could never be sick of you, even if he wanted to be.

that’s how he found himself there, sitting next to you on the floor of your grandparents’ living room, instead of sleeping soundly in his own bed on a saturday night.

“gross, really? here?” you laughed as you looked over your shoulder to see your parents dancing together in the living room, burying your face into your best friend’s shoulder to hide the view of the two of them sharing a kiss.

“what, are you five?” junkyu joked as he looked back to see your parents laughing to themselves, continuing to dance without much thought. “they’re cute, don’t you think so?”

“well sure, but i don’t need to see them rub it in my face,” you pretended to gag, feeling your best friend nudge you as you both let out soft laughs once again. “i don’t know. the thought of love is just so,,, dorky. makes me feel weird.”

“what’s so dorky about it?”

the question from your best friend surprised you, even more so when you turned your gaze towards him and found that he seemed genuinely curious.

“i don’t know, everything?” you shrugged, only getting a look in response before you sighed and tried to elaborate more. “don’t get me wrong, it’s not like i hate it. it’s just hard for me to imagine myself like that with someone.”

to junkyu, your reasoning was hard to understand.

maybe it was because he was in love with you. after all, to him, it was easy to imagine himself acting like that in a relationship with someone in the future. then again, maybe it was only easy for him to imagine it because you were the person he imagined himself with. perhaps it was because he’d been so in love with you all these years, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else.

“why do you say that?” he asked, studying you carefully as you thought up another response.

“i don’t know, kyu,” you laughed softly, glancing towards your parents again as you spoke. “not every person in the world falls in love, and not every person in the world is easy to love. sometimes, people are just lucky. who’s to say that i’ll ever be lucky enough to find someone who could love me that way?”

junkyu was baffled, to say the least. you, of all people, having even the slightest of doubts that someone could love you didn’t sit right with him. after all, look where he ended up.

regardless, he was determined to change your mind, and soon enough, the words fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

“who’s to say i don’t already love you like that?”

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© kyufilms | please refrain from copying, translating, or reposting any of my works, regardless of whether or not it’s within or outside of this website. the content that i write is strictly fictional & made for entertainment purposes only.