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Enhypen's reaction to "I'm breaking up with you.

ꪆৎ tags: text messages ; slightly toxic?? ; unrequited love ; ot7 ; humor ; obsessive!enha ꪆৎ tw: none

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Tiny Dancer જ⁀➴ P. Sunghoon

Masterlist | Pt.1

₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Synopsis: You are one of the best female figure skaters in Korea until your accident. You break your ankle at nationals, ruining your chances of skating competitively again. Until Park Sunghoon arrives in your life. This equally ambitious "ice prince" could be your ticket to your old life...and so much more...

₊˚⊹ ᰔ | TW: Swearing, uncensored depression

₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Tags: Figure skater!Sunghoon x figure skater!reader, fluff

You watched the girl glide across the ice, lips pursed. Her long limbs were stretched out, her brow furrowed in concentration. The lines she painted on the rink formed a map of graceful jumps and spins. You wanted to follow her, you wanted to skate beside her. Your whole body begged for you to throw on the skates you’d yet to take from your locker.

But you could not.

“Juyeon has improved so much,” Coach Lee said, coming to sit by you. “She’s almost as good as you were.”

Were. A simple, sharp word that caused so much damage.

“Mmh,” You replied. “She has potential.”

“As did you.”

Your fists curled in your lap, and you stood. “Excuse me,” You said cooly, walking away. Hurt and anger bubbled in you.

On some level, you knew that going to the rink would never be good for you. That by sittng here watching other’s live your dream, you were only hurting yourself more. But even after knowing your skating career was over for eighteen months, you could not help but hope. Hope there was a chance of you flying again.

With a deep breath, you walked to the cafe inside, leaning on the counter.

“Yunjin,” You said, flagging down your friend. “The usual.”

She raised her eyebrow, handing you an already-made latte. “Saw Coach Lee walk over and figured you’d lose it soon enough.”

You scoffed. “I did not lose it. She just…”

“She’s just Coach Lee,” Yunjin said with a sigh. “I feel bad for her new pupil. Just moved to Seoul or something. Got stuck with her.”

A scowl captured your features. “Some new prodigy she’ll probably boast to me about.” You sipped your coffee finding it still hot. “I can’t stand her.

“He is good,” Yunjin moved from behind the counter to sit on the bar stools with you. “But honestly, Y/n, you need to stop coming here. I know…this was everything to you, and its been over a year.”

“I know.” You stared at your coffee cup. “I mean I do actually skate from time to time.” And it was wonderful when you did. Just having two feet on the ice again meant so much to you, but it wasn’t enough. You could never fly again, and that’s what you needed.

“I know that too,” Yunjin took your hand in hers, “But it hurts you more to be here. You need to go to another rink or…I don’t know. It hurts me to see you like this.”

“Is it bad I don’t want to give up yet?”

Your friend took a deep breath. “Well…remember how the doctor said if you continue physical therapy, things may work out again? I mean, you’ve already got your waltz back right? I don’t want you to have false hope, I really don’t. But if you work towards it you can do anything.” Her eyes softened. “Just not here.”

You groaned, pressing your forehead on the counter top. “Maybe you’re right.”

She shrugged, getting up as a customer walked in. “I’m always right, Y/n. Always will be.”

“Fuuuck you,” You said through gritted teeth.

Yunjin shot you a glare as you raised your head up. “This is my workplace, L/n Y/n, as much as I love you I will kick you out if you utter one more obsecenity.” Then, she turned to the customer. “I apologize, how can I help you, Mr. Park?”

The man who’d just walked in smiled, waving off her comment. “I found that more amusing than anything. And, how many times do I have to tell you to talk informally?”

A laugh left Yunjin. “Coach Lee would have my head if she heard me call her star pupil by his first name.”

“Then she doesn’t have to know,” He said, pressing a finger to his lips. “One latte please. I need something to get me through the next six hours.”

“Six hours?” You raised an eyebrow. “Damn.”

He sighed, sitting next to you. “I know. Coach has been grumbling about how she wants me to get into partner dancing, so now we’re doing 50/50 solo and partner.”

You whistled. “You really are her star pupil. I would’ve punched her in the face for even saying ‘six hours.’ You can ask her.”

“Oh? You work with Lee?”

There was a slight pause before you answered. “Worked. Past tense.”

“Well, may I know your name then? Yunjin said it, but I didn’t quite catch it.” He gave you a small smile.

“Y/n,” You said, grinning. “At your service.”

The man processed this for a moment before realization dawned in his eyes. “As in…?”

Here we go.

“Yup. Whatever you’re thinking, yup. That’s me.”

He leaned against the counter. “I actually broke my ankle once. When I was seven. Harness snapped while I was learning axels.”

You choked on your coffee. “What the fuck? How does that even happen?”

“Underfunded rink, bad equipment,” He shrugged, thanking Yunjin as she handed him his coffee. You stole a glance at the name on the lid. Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon.

“So…how long did it take you to recover?”

Sunghoon nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Only took me a year to get back on ice because I was young. Four more months before I could jump again. Never trusted a harness again, I learned the old fashioned way.”

You laughed. “I wouldn’t either.” But that same hope you felt, the one that kept you coming back to this place…it filled your head completely. “I’m trying to get back on ice full time,” You sighed. “Not going very well.”

He lifted his coffee in a cheers to you, getting up when he saw Juyeon exit the ice. “Well, maybe I could help sometime.”

A smile placed itself on your lips. A stupid, stupid smile. “I’d like that, very much.”

-

You started to watch Sunghoon skate in addition to Juyeon. He was, in comparison, so much better than the latter. His lines were cleaner than any you’d ever seen, his movements so perfectly fluid, you couldn’t look away.

Sometimes, he’d notice and wave, and you’d wave back. Sometimes, he’d be so intently focused on what he was doing, he’d never see you.

Today, he exited the rink as soon as you made eye contact. “Hey.”

You laughed awkwardly. “Hey. Shouldn’t you get back before Lee loses her head?”

Sunghoon looked back at Coach Lee, then at you, shrugging. “Eh. I think this is more important. You free tomorrow?”

“Oh?” You smirked. “I’m actually very taken-”

He rolled his eyes. “So I can help you with skating, dumbass. And also, I highly doubt that.”

This earned him a flick on his forehead. “Hey now, respect me.”

“I’m older than you,” He scoffed. “You should respect me.”

You stuck your tongue out, and he rolled his eyes again. “I’m free. What time?”

A small smile appeared on his face. “Seven AM freeskate.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

-

Your skates were still stiff. You hadn’t skated enough in the past few months to break them in, their white surface was still perfectly clean.

With a deep breath, you stepped on the ice. Just like usual, the first few strokes of the blades against the smooth surface were difficult. They were uneven, unstable. But soon enough, you were gliding. 

You took a few laps to yourself, feeling the icy wind across your face. One of your feet lifted off the ground in a spiral, and you smiled.

“You’ve been practicing?” Park Sunghoon asked from behind. His feet formed a ‘T,’ stopping him smoothly. 

“Ah.” Your lips pursed. “Only a little bit.”

He smiled, offering his hand. “Shall we begin?”

You took it, and gracefully, you both took off. It wasn’t long until you were both in tune with each others movements, weaving around the public quickly. 

He grabbed onto your waist. “Do you mind?”

You smiled, “No, not at all.”

Crossovers and turns and lifts…you skated together wordlessly, not needing to communicate beyond prepping and take off. A small smile had worked its way on Sunghoon’s lips, one you could not see. Your back was flush against his chest, your right leg lifted in an attitude. 

“I want you to be my partner for the smaller competitions I do,” Sunghoon said, spinning you so you’re facing him. “Maybe we can’t go to nationals yet,” He leads you to the center of the rink. “But it’s a lot more fun skating with you than the others.”

You scoff. “As flattered as I am, Coach Lee would never go for that.”

He grinned, winking. “I think I could change her mind.”

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actually so stuck on tiny dancer guys...

you guys also voted ceo sunghoon so i started behind closed doors, but thatll come out after i overcome my writers block with td 😞

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i screamed wth

Enhypen .𖥔 ݁ ˖ DICON

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ARF???

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"Sit down" Im sat.

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hes so ethereal chat....i need this man so bad

240413 | GOLDENWAVE IN TAIWAN

©. lovebomb0624

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arf 🤓

hoon luvrboy

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Tiny Dancer જ⁀➴ Masterlist

₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Synopsis: You are one of the best female figure skaters in Korea until your accident. You break your ankle at nationals, ruining your chances of skating competitively again. Until Park Sunghoon arrives in your life. This equally ambitious "ice prince" could be your ticket to your old life...and so much more... ₊˚⊹ ᰔ | TW: Swearing, uncensored depression

₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Tags: Figure skater!Sunghoon x figure skater!reader, fluff

₊˚⊹ ᰔ | Pt.1 | Pt.2

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Tung Tung ʚɞ Riki x Reader

Masterlist | Pt2

ʚɞ Synopsis : Through your first and second years of college, Riki has been your best friend. He's supported you when no one else had and helped you make more friends than you could've on your own. However, you both struggle with knowing you like each other. And this party he's convinced you to go to? You can't see it going well.

ʚɞ TW : Drugs, drinking, violence, swearing, indirect mentions of sexual intercourse

ʚɞ Tags : University AU, best friends to lovers, kissing, hand holding, fluff, more fluff

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You pulled out of Riki’s grip as soon as you were outside, face burning with anger.

“What’s wrong with you, Y/n? You supposedly only came for me, and you don’t even drink. Yet here you were, grinding on some guy you barely know, drunker than I’ve ever seen you! You don’t get to ‘what the fuck’ me.”

A frustrated laugh left your lips, your hands going to grip your shoulders. “I waited for two hours, Riki. While you were off getting high and laid, I just sat there waiting for you. I deserved to have a little fun.” You gestured to his wet hair and new clothes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“I’m not high,” He growled, “And I didn’t get laid. Me and Hee took turns holding back the girls’ hair while they threw their guts up for two hours straight. I would’ve texted you, but Mina threw up all over me and wouldn’t stop.” Riki ran a hair through his hair, sighing. “Just…” His eyes traveled to your shivering figure and he removed his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. “Let me drive you home. I swear I didn’t drink.”

“That’s it? No apology?” You scoffed, shrugging him off. “I was actually enjoying myself-”

Riki’s face soured again, his anger returning full force. “You don’t even know him, Y/n. You know me. What did he even offer that I couldn’t?”

You shook your head. “Don’t start this Riki, I’m too drunk to have this conversation again.”

“No, we’re going to talk about it. What does he have that I don’t?” His voice began to break.

“Riki, stop.”

“Would you have shoved him off if he kissed you?”

“Riki, I said stop.”

“I won’t stop.”

You threw his jacket back at him, turning to walk back inside. “This, this is why I can’t deal with you.”

“Where are you going?” Riki grabbed your arm, but you shoved him off.

“Back to Sunghoon.”

His breath thinned as his anger thickened. At his sides, his fists were balled, and you stepped back, warry of his temper. “Don’t you dare.”

“You can’t control me, Riki,” You laughed, running your fingers through your hair. “I’m your friend, not your dog.”

“I never said you were.”

“But that’s how you’re treating me!” The desperation on his face was so intense you had to look away. You didn’t want to give in this time, you didn’t want to let him win. Not after this bullshit. “Look. We can talk in the morning when I’m sober, and you’re calm. Okay?”

He sighed, rubbing his face in his hands with frustration. “Let me take you home. I won’t talk, I won’t try anything. I just don’t want you with him. Please.” He offered out his jacket. “I promise.”

You snatched it from his hands, taking your heels off on the way to the car. “One sound and I’m getting out.

Never in your life had you experienced a headache this horrible. You were dizzy, your vision blurry. Your ears rang when you first sat up.

“Hey…” Riki walked in almost immediately, checking your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a fucking bus.” 

“That,” He sat next to you, offering you a glass of water. “Is unfortunately normal. But it’ll go away.”

You took the glass gratefully, sipping it slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to soothe the constant pounding in your skull. “I don’t wanna go to school today.”

“I know,” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you hid your face in his chest to block the light out. “I can stay with you.”

You groaned, banging your head against him. “It fucking hurts.”

“I know.”

He took care of you well, but silently. You could tell he felt bad about last night, and you almost felt bad too. By about five pm, your headaches had subsided and you’d thrown up only twice (which according to Riki was good, considering how much you drank.)

You were laying in the living room together watching TV, cuddled up under the blankets, your head on his chest. Untouched take out sat on the coffee table, both of you too cold to sit up and eat. It was nice. You liked this.

It reminded you of everything before that stupid incident. Before things like last night started happening. 

Your phone dinged, an unknown number showing up.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Sunghoon

A small smile crept on to your face. You hid your phone from Riki’s view.

You: Hey!

You: How’d you get my number?

Sunghoon: I asked jay for it after he finished throwing his guts up this morning.

You giggled slightly and Riki leaned over your shoulder to look at your screen.

“Who’s texting you?”

“No one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not no one, you’re giggling like crazy.” He snatched the phone from your hand, reading the texts. His face fell before you could snatch it back. “Oh.”

“I said it was no one,” Your voice was agitated.

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t have too, I do.”

Riki laughed angrilly at the blatant attack, sitting up. “Y/n, I like you. I want you. I’m always there for you why do you want some…” He glares at your phone, “Some prick you just met?”

“Maybe,” You hiss, “Because he respects me and doesn’t just think about himself.”

“You kissed me back,” His voice cracked, all anger draining from his face. “I know it’s not just me, Y/n. I just hate…”

You put your face in your hands. “Riki, I really don’t want to ruin the relationship we already have. You know what happens, couples break up and they stop talking. I can’t lose you like that.”

“Not acknowledging how we feel seems to be ruining us a lot quicker,” He whispered. His thumb brushed against your cheek. “Please, Y/n. Forget him.”

You bit your lip. These past few months of knowing you weren’t the only one who wanted him, they were torture. Watching him get hit on by other girls, pretending you didn’t care. It all drove you insane. But still, the thought of losing him over a kiss or two? It scared you.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You mummble, placing your hand on his. 

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it does.” Riki’s eyes were soft, softer than you’d ever seen them (and you’d seen him look at puppies while on shrooms.) “Let me show you what we could be.”

You snorted at his cheesyness, but leaned into his touch. “One chance. Fuck up once, and I’m dumping your ass out in the middle of no where.”

He leaned down until your noses were touching. “Yes ma’am.”

Your breath hitched. Holy shit. 

Time seemed to slow down as his lips pressed softly against yours. Your first kiss had been desprate, unconventional. This was thoughtful and yet, it conveyed the same need as the former.

Your arms slipped around his neck and he moved until you were between his legs, trapped by his arms. Breathing was unecessary in that moment. All you needed was this, the warmth of his body and the heat of the moment.

Riki kissed you again and again until you were forced to pull back for the unfortunate essential need of air. Everything was spinning and you were quite sure you looked completely dumbfounded.

“That was really hot.”

You groaned, pushing Riki away playfully. “You really know how to ruin a fucking mood, don’t you, Nishimura?”

He shrugged, leaning down to kiss your nose. “Just saying what I know to be true.”

“I’m about to sock you in the face.”

“And what if I’m into that?”

“EW!”

“So you finally worked up some balls and kissed him,” Yuna snickered, sipping her iced coffee. “I just lost a bet, Y/n. You owe me an ounce of weed.”

You rolled your eyes, linking your arm through hers. “Why were you guys even betting on that anyways?”

“Because you two little hoes have been pining after each other since day one,” She scoffs, pushing you away. You should be offended by this, but you only smirk.

“Whatever.” You both walked through the mall in comfortable silence until you saw a black mercedes parked about twenty feet away. “That’s my ride,” You grinned, “See you later, Yuna!” Riki got out of the car, walking over to you leisurely.

Yuna wrinkled her nose, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, go make out with your little boyfriend. Leave me alllll alone.”

Riki put an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Doesn’t sound half bad, now does it Y/n?”

You elbowed him in the stomach. Hard. “Bye Yuna!” You ignored your boyfriend’s pained grunts as he followed you back to his car.

“Was that necessary?”

You got in the passenger seat, buckling up as he shifted the car into drive. But before he could step on the gas, you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“Shut up.”

He smiled, turning to kiss your lips instead. “Gladly.”

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not enha related but the THINGS I WOULD DO FOR THIS MAN

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ꪆৎ enhypen as your ex

ꪆৎ tags: text messages ; slightly toxic?? ; unrequited love ; ot7 ; humor ; obsessive!enha ꪆৎ tw: none

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ა 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 !! 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪 !! 𝟒𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | #𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 | 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝙡𝙦𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙚𝙧𝙖…

𝐛𝐲𝐟 # 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬. (𝐧𝐨𝐭) 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐝. 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫. 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭. | 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐧𝐢 + 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬. 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦. 𝟐𝟏+

𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐳 #𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚. 𝐱𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 % 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢 #𝐭𝐱𝐭. 𝐱𝐡. 𝐬𝐯𝐭 % 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 #𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐠𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞. 𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐧. 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞. 𝐳𝐛𝟏. 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳. 𝐱𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜. 𝐧𝐰𝐣𝐧𝐬. 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞. 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐦. 𝐩𝐡𝟏 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 | 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐠 | 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬

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i swear i'll reply to comments as soon as I can verify my email :3

i wont have access to a good computer until tmrw tho >:(

boooo

BUT TO THE PERSON WHO ASKED: Yes after school is finished! Feel free to submit a req if you want to see smth else :3

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ANOTHER POLL IG

i did not expect so many votes in such a short amount of time so here's my other options to fill the time gap between when tung tung is done and the other poll ends :3

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Tung Tung ʚɞ Riki x Reader

Masterlist | Pt1

ʚɞ Synopsis : Through your first and second years of college, Riki has been your best friend. He's supported you when no one else had and helped you make more friends than you could've on your own. However, you both struggle with knowing you like each other. And this party he's convinced you to go to? You can't see it going well.

ʚɞ TW : Drugs, drinking, violence, swearing, indirect mentions of sexual intercourse

ʚɞ Tags : University AU, best friends to lovers, kissing, hand holding, fluff, more fluff

“No.”

Riki groaned, shaking you violently. “Y/n, please, I don’t want to go alone.” You pulled away from his grasp, rolling your eyes. This was the nth time he’d asked you to go to Jay’s party, and you weren’t letting up. Personally, you disliked loud, crowded spaces and the drunk college students who came with them.

“You’re acting as if Heeseung and Wonie wouldn’t gladly get wasted with you. You have plenty of friends, Riki, you won’t be alone,” You said, pointedly. “Besides, I’ll be a killjoy.”

He was not satisfied with your words in any way, shape, or form. “Heeseung’s going to spend all his time throwing up in some bathroom, and Jungwon will disappear into a room with some girl for the rest of the night. I will be alone. Besides, I want to go with you.”

You pinched your nose bridge. “Nishimura Riki. I have responsibilities, I have a job. I can’t blow off work for a stupid-”

“You mean tutoring that little High School kid who obviously has a crush on you?” Riki raised his eyebrow. “C’mon, this’ll be so much more fun, and you know it.”

You did not know it. In fact, you would much rather endur Eunseok’s failing attempts at flirting than be surrounded by high ass hoes. But, you didn’t say that. 

“Riki,” You gave him a small smile, placing your arms around his neck, “My best, most amazing friend. I’ll go for you.”

He grinned like a dog who’d just been thrown a treat. 

“Really?”

“No.” 

You slammed your locker shut, throwing him an obscene gesture. “Suck my dick.”

“Y/n! C’mon.” He chased after you as you walked away, nearly dropping his books. “I’ll pay you to go. I’ll even find you someone to fill in for your job.”

“Well, that’s tempting…” You said with a smile, “But my job is paying me not to go, and I can finish Huckleberry Finn while Eunseok  does math.”

Riki’s face soured. “You don’t even have to drink. We can sit in the back the whole time-”

“Then what’s the point of going?”

He couldn’t refute this, but still, he pushed. “Okay, but…” You both stopped in front of your class. You shouldered your med bag, looking at him expectantly. “I don’t know, I don’t want to go with anyone but you.”

You allowed yourself a small smile at this. His bashfulness was cute. “Fine. But you owe me, and you better find me a fill-in for tutoring.”

A large grin spread across his face. “Of course. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Any later and I’m not going.”

“Deal.”

“I bet you’re going to a party. Let me come,” Eunseok huffed.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your phone away from your ear. “You are a child. You don’t need to be out partying.”

“I,” He scoffed, “Am going to university next year anyways. C’mon.”

“No. I’m having someone fill in tonight, that’s the only reason I’m calling.” You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking your makeup one last time. You’d opted for a simple, green dress, and you’d pulled your hair back into a slick ponytail. “Be good, Yuna is a good friend of mine.”

“Is she hot?”

“I’m hanging up!” You ended the call, glancing at the clock. Seven fifteen. You’d gotten ahead of yourself. Which was odd, seeing as you didn’t exactly care for this party.

Riki’s contact showed up on your phone screen, and you picked it up quickly. “Hello?”

His voice was smug on the other side. “I’m here.”

You glanced at the clock again. Time had (oddly) not magically passed. “It’s seven fifteen. Not eight.”

“You said I couldn’t be late not early. Besides, Jay wanted help with setup.”

You groaned. “That little shit. It’s his party. Why can’t he do it?”

“Because, we’re gonna drink all his booze. It’s the least we can do.”

“You’re gonna drink,” You scoffed. “You can help.”

“Fine,” He sighed. “Lets go get dinner then.”

“You’re paying?”

“Would you pay if I asked?”

“No.”

“Yup,” He laughed. “I’m outside, c’mon.”

You grabbed your bag quickly, hanging up on him to walk outside. Your heels hurt to run in, but you ignored it.

Riki was leaning against his mercedes casually in a leather jacket. He raised an eyebrow when you ran out, putting away the cigarette he’d been about to light. “You were quick.”

“You offered me food,” You scoffed, watching him open the car door for you. “Of course I was quick.” This brought out a light laugh from him.

“You’d marry food if you could.”

“Oh yes I would,” You wrinkled your nose. “Much more appealing than a man.”

“I’ll try not to take offense to that,” Riki sighed, sliding into the drivers seat. For a moment, he just looked at you, before letting himself smile softly. “You look…great.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He nodded, shifting the car into drive. The rest of the way to dinner was a sort of awkward silence. It’d been a long time since you’d been alone together.

The last time had been a disaster. But perhaps this time could be better.

Full of tteok, you felt less inclined to make a break for it as you walked towards Jay’s much-too-big apartment. Your arm was linked through Riki’s, using him almost as a support structure. The music pounded through the walls, and the place wreaked of booze and pot.

“What if,” You said slowly, “We don’t go inside.”

“C’mon,” Riki elbowed you encouragingly. “You’re already here.”

“I don’t wanna be here though-” He knocked on the door. “DUDE?”

He grinned as Jay opened the door, shrugging. “Jay, wassup,” They did that weird thing that all boys do when they greet each other, and you cringed. 

“Hi Jay,” You mumbled.

He hugged you briefly before leading you through the door. “Dude, I thought you were gonna help us set up.” Jay offered Riki a cigarette and he accepted it with a smirk.

“This one didn’t let me,” He glanced at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t even want to come, to be fair,” You bit back, glaring at him.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Of course you didn’t. Well, try to have fun since you are,” He raised an eyebrow at Riki. “And you, don’t get too high and start a fight again.”

It was Riki’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t you have hoes waiting for you or something?” He gestured to a group of girls in the corner staring at them. 

“Something you’ll never have,” Jay grinned.

“Now…” Riki said, sighing as Jay walked away.

You rubbed your temples. “You two disgust me. ‘Hoes?’ Really?”

He scratched the back of his head, walking towards the bar. “My bad.” You slapped the back of his head.

“Yeah your bad.”

Riki passed you a beer from the counter, scowling. “That was unnecessary.”

“Yes-”

You’re interrupted as a girl taps Riki on the shoulder. She’s tall with perfectly curled hair and captivating eyes. You watch her wearily as he turns to face him.

“Mina,” He said, cheerily. “How have you been?”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck suggestively. “Good, good. Heeseung and Lia were going to start a game of beer pong, wanna be my partner?”

The stupid grin on his face sparked anger in you, the way she touched him made your face burn. You didn’t like this at all.

“Y/n…you wanna play?” He turns to you, but Mina pulls him back to face her.

“It’s…two on two.”

You force a head nod. “Go, I’ll be fine here.”

“See?” Mina’s sultry smile makes you want to punch her in the face. She begins to pull him away with her, but he glances back at you quickly.

“Don’t move,” He says seriously.

You laugh. “Had no plans to.”

But an hour ticked by, and then two. Riki had not come back. You’d taken to tasting every kind of alcohol Jay had to offer, and eventually, you’d settled on a bottle of gin (which you’d almost finished.)

“Waiting for someone?”

The voice was low, but cool. Welcoming. You turned to see a boy with sharp features and thick brows. He was very handsome, and his smile caught you slightly off guard. “I was,” You said, clearing your throat. “But he doesn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon.”

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Two hours.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “He’s probably cheating.”

You choked on your drink, laughing. “He’s just a friend. And I have no doubt he’s making out with some random girl right now. I’m mostly here to drag him home later.”

“But is that fair to you?” He asked, leaning against the bar.

“I guess…not. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

He extended his hand, smiling brightly. “Sunghoon. I was wondering if you wanted to dance, and now that I know the boy who’s kept you here when you should be out there is just a friend…would you?”

You took one last sip of gin, smiling. “You know what? Why not.” You took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. The music drowned out any room for conversation. 

With Sunghoon (and the help of liquid courage), you began to realize why anyone would enjoy this. You swung your hips to the beat, laughing as Sunghoon did the same. Your hands clasped around his neck almost naturally, bringing him closer to you. 

Sunghoon leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Someone’s staring at you.”

You waved him off, yelling rather loudly, “Don’t care.” And you didn’t. 

Until that person heard you and grabbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, are you drunk? I told you to stay there.” Riki’s eyes flared as he looked at Sunghoon. “Did he get you drunk?”

You scoffed. “I drank because I had nothing to do for two hours. Hoonie just asked me to dance.”

“Hoonie?” There was nothing but malice in the boy’s voice. “We’re leaving.”

The music pounded in the background.

Lately I have been, for some reason, feeling lonely. Even though I’m always around you.

“What? Why do you get to decide that?” You hissed. “I’m having a good time, go make out with Mina again.”

The way you used to be, where has it gone now?

“I wasn’t making out with her!”

Before I knew it things had changed, being alone with you has now become awkward.

“Whoever the fuck you were with!”

I can’t see it anymore, the person I loved.

“Y/n stop being dificult let’s go.”

The person I was so familiar with.

Sunghoon stepped between you two, taking your hand. “Leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t want to go with you.”

Slowly, slowly, everything became blurry.

“What do you know?” Riki seethed, fists clenching.

I was too aware of everything, even being by your side doesn’t make my heart flutter.

“Stop!” You pulled away from Sunghoon, giving him an apologetic look. “Riki, just stop. I’ll go.”

An everyday with an unsaid goodbye.

“Y/n…you don’t have to-” Sunghoon started.

You gave him a soft smile. “It’s better if I do. I’ll see you around?”

Even when I’m filled with you, tung tung.

“Find me if he’s too much of an asshole,” Sunghoon whispers.

Your smile widens as Riki grabs your arm angrily. “I will.”

I’m empty.

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