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hey r u okey or is there another blog idk about, also will u be finishing that one wonbin smau that has 20 chapters?đ
Urm im stuck in summer school trying to get by college đ¤¸ââď¸ i dont think I have another blog lol (I've made and deleted several in the past 5 years) the wonbin smau i wrote than the whole plot somewhere but I cant find it and dont remember what the ending was suppose to be. If I find it maybe, but I've enjoyed writing full fics than smaus I think... who knows đ¤Ą
#would a hogwart or camp half blood au wonbin fic count as an apology? đ¤¸ââď¸#ive also just been on ao3 and obsessed over bsd lately#but i have some wips andnideas that will come around ... see the light of day... one day.
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Dude I loved your Sunghoon fic, the exs to lovers in the description confused me, but it was great regardless of that, tysm for your work
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i made a promise, to distance myself



A boy who kept his feelings locked away and someone who wore their heart on their sleeve. When he walked away, it was without warning, without reason. And they refused to wait for an explanation. Now few months later, forced to work together on a project neither can escape, old wounds resurface. Silence turns into stolen glances, resentments bleeds into something dangerously familiar, and the past refuses to stay buried.
Genre: fluff, angst, exs to lovers, el oh el.
warnings: swearing, isaac newton mentioned, could be sad ig (?), i can't think of anything else
a/n: im back from the dead, recently fell under a moving car and got dumped el oh el, some parts in here are inspo by like my actual life, i have a list of all the similarities if anyone is curiosu at the end of the story. basically wake up from a dream where me and my ex got back together and wrote this.
wc: 9.6k (longest fic ever el oh el)

Jumping off a flight of stairs was probably not the best idea, but it was the only thing you could think of at the moment.
Reluctantly moving down the stairs and following the loud clunk sounds of your stupid bright neon green water bottle. Books and papers of drawings and blueprints that won't fit into your messenger bag without getting damaged. Maybe you shouldâve listened to when people said getting a regular backpack was much more convenient than the bag you had now, but it was much more fashionable.Â
Landing at the bottom of the staircase, take a moment to breathe and prepare yourself for having to go back up five flights of stairs to get to class. Because even though the school is one of the prestigious in the country, they refuse to have any sort of elevators to ruin their âdark academicâ aesthetic of the building.Â
Eyes traveling on the old cobbled stoned flooring, trying to locate a neo-coded water bottle, your mother insisted on getting since she read somewhere green is this year's lucky colour. Probably found in some ridiculous article, really got to get her off social media.Â
Bright neon green slipped through your peripheral vision, turning to face the still rolling bottle and walking towards it before it makes you late for your next class. It stops in front of a pair of solid black shoes, one that looks all too familiar. The figure stops at the feeling of the ratchet bottle that wants to ruin your day even more than it already has.Â
A recognizable pale hand, with a silver ring on the index, hesitantly drops down to pick up the bottle that led you down a path to the literal pits of hell for you. Eyes not dare looking up from the ground, taking your somewhat free hand and extending out your pinky to the now stranger you have a bitter taste in your mouth everytime you come near. Once the feeling of your pinky is weighted down by the feeling of the water bottleâs hook, you take off up the stairs with energy that you didnât think you had anymore left of, as itâs your third time climbing these stairs in the past ten minutes.Â
Not a care in the world if a stranger walks by and deem you as a rude bastard who canât even say thank you, because you can;t even say a word to the ânice strangerâ who handed you your water bottle. All you can do around him now is just run and avoid. Thatâs what you continue to do until you reach your class, probably looking a little weird as you were also cursing at your bottle and gravity, mainly isaac newton, heâs usually the bane of all your problems lately, besides the man you used to call yours.Â
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His friends would sometimes joke to him that the world is too fast for him at times, usually when he doesnât get a joke right away or for him zoning out, especially as it has been worse in these past few months.Â
But that happened so fast, he has no idea what to do, or how to react but just to stare at your figure rushing up the stairs. Sunghoonâs jaw tightens as you fade away up the many flights of stairs. Acting like he is some contagious virus, even afraid to touch him, much less look at him.Â
He would remember when their friend group was still intact and when they would all hang out, how sometimes the gang would get too overwhelming, even from the other side of the room you would catch his eye and always give him a comforting smile. And the simple eye contact with one another, while the world moves along around them.Â
But he had lost that with you and itâs all his fault.Â
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Taking a little break from the assignment in front of you to angrily tap on your phone so the ads on your music app stop, knowing you arenât really actually doing anything to get rid of them unless you become one of the apps victims and pay for music. But your stubbornness and being broke, so aggressively hitting your phone is your next best solution.Â
The little silence after the ad is finally done and the next song is about to start, you can hear a mechanical pencil roll off of a desk. A quiet clatter could barely be noticed in the slight hum of the library. You didnât hear it at first, the angry high you had because of the ad made you lock out of concentrating from your workâ until you noticed the hand reaching for it making you pause.
Long pale fingers. A silver ring on the index.
You know those hands, it's your second time seeing them in⌠you werenât too sure the last time you saw those hands when they were wrapped around your water bottle. All you knew was that you were seeing those hands much sooner than you needed to.Â
Those hands, you remember the weight of those hands in yours, the way they used to hold your face and caress your cheek, the way they tug at your sleeves on your sweater absentmindedly.Â
And you recognize the pencil.
Itâs yours.
Not exactly, but you did buy that pencil.Â
Something in you starts feeling nauseous, or light-headed, you couldnât really figure out in the moment because without thinking, you reach out and yank that pencil right out of his grip.Â
Maybe you shouldnât have done that, because now that gross boy opened his mouth, but you didnât care.Â
Sunghoon blinks. âHey did you justââ
Whenever you were bored in class you would always do fun pencil tricks and even taught him how to do some with this said pencil in your hands.Â
Spinning the pencil around, inspecting it with feigned interest, not caring about the boy next to you with his mouth open like a fish staring at you. âHuh. I forgot how nice this pencil was.â
Now his mouth is close as he clenches his jaw, his stare sharpening. âYou canât be serious.â
Finally turning your head to look at him, trying to maintain the emotions on your face. Instead of saying something you might end up regretting, in the fear of sounding cringe, you just shrug.Â
âGive it back.â
âWhy?â Resting your chin on your hand. âItâs mine.â
He exhales sharply, the kind of exasperated breath he used to let out when you teased for taking things too seriously. Except now thereâs a little bit of an edge to everything.Â
âYou gave it to me.â
You tilt your head âDid I?â
You werenât sure if he could clench his jaw any harder, but somehow he does. âYeah. You did.â
Your grip on the pencil tightens. You canât say you remember everything that was said the night of the break up, but you remember the way you felt, the way he left without explanationâ like he couldnât bear to stay with you any second longer. As if he couldnât stand to hold on to something that was already slipping away.Â
He didnât even let you have a say, you didnât get the chance to do anything, not even fight for what was yours then.Â
So now you hold on to that damn pencil.Â
âWell,â you say, voice light, âtechnically, it was mine first.â
Sunghoon lets out a humorless laugh, one you donât recognize in this fever dream daze of nostalgia. Leaning against the table, heâs close now, closer than you could've prepared for. You hate the way your heart stumbles over itself at the lack of distance, at the way he still smells the sameâ like something clean and sharp, a little cologne you had bought him about a year ago for his birthday.Â
His voice drops an octave. âYouâre seriously pulling this shit?â
Shrugging again, simply just pulling a stare you hope doesnât reveal how fast your heart is beating stupidly like it used to.Â
He watches you for a long second, his brown eyes scanning your face like heâs trying to figure out what type of game you were playing. But then, not arguing, instead of pushing back, he just exhales softly.Â
âFine,â he mutters, âKeep it.â
And then, right before he turns awayâ so quiet you almost think you had imagined itâ
âIt suits you better anyways.â
You blink.
Before you could say anything, maybe asking what the fuck he meant by what he said, heâs already walking off. Leaving you with a mechanical pencil in your hands and this time you watching him as he walks away, with a taste of words you donât quite understand.
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Two year ago
Rain pitter patters against the windows, a dull hum in the background in the near-empty classroom. Itâs lateâ too late for anyone to be hereâ you didnât care, you were too stubborn. Chewing on your nail, brows furrowed in concentration as you glare at your notebook, completely oblivious to the fact that Sunghoon hasnât turned a page in the last ten minutes.Â
He should be focusing. He should be running through formulas in his head, thinking about the test tomorrow, or at the very least be pretending to be studying. Instead, heâs watching youâ watching the way you puff out your cheeks when you stop understanding what you were just doing, the way you spin the pencil in your hand absentmindedly, the way you whisper to yourself while doing each exercise when you think no oneâs listening.
Youâre always like thisâ loud without meaning to be, pulling attention without even trying.Â
He shouldâve known sooner. That you were dangerous in the kind of way that crept up on him, slipping past his defenses before he had the chance to stop it.Â
âSunghoon.â
Your voice snaps him back to reality, he straightens, forcing his face into something neutral. âWhat?â
Pushing your notebook towards him, sighing dramatically. âDid you do this one yet? I donât know if I did it correctly.â
He glances at your notebook, eyes widening a little, as to the most he could see on the page was a bunch of scribbles and some incoherent formulas and calculation. Having a hard time reading it , before shifting his chair closer. You donât think twice about it when your shoulders brush. You never do.Â
But he does.
He always does.Â
âIs this your answer, at the corner?â he asks, taking your pencil without thinking, to circle the little number at the bottom of the page. Your fingers graze for a second, and he wonders if you feel the static the way he does. Probably not. Youâd pull away if you did.
He attempted to go over your work, commenting on what you have written in a voice thatâs much steadier than he feels. You nod along, resting your chin on your hand, eye flickering between his face and page.Â
âI hate Isaac Newton and that stupid apple.â you grumble.
Sunghoon huffs a quiet laugh shaking his head. âYou just overthink everything.â
You groan. âI wish that apple killed that stupid white man.âÂ
He watches as you bury your head in your arms on the table, tapping your forehead lightly with the end of the pencil before setting it back down. âJust stop overthinking and wishing death upon an already dead man.â
Lifting your head, you blink at him, lips parting like you want to argue, but for a brief moment, something passes between the two of youâ something neither of you have a name for yet.
And then you roll your eyes, reaching for your notebook. âYeah, yeah. Whatever, idiot.â
Sunghoon watches as you turn your pages to start a new question, completely unaware of the way his fingers twitch against his knee, resisting the urge to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
Yeah.
Heâs in trouble.Â
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A few months ago
The night air is cold, but not as cold as the space between you.
Your arms are crossed. His hands are shoved into his pockets.
A street light flickers overhead. A car passes in the distance.Â
Sunghoon exhales, steadying himself.
Then. before he can stop itâ before he can think too hard about what heâs about to loseâ
âI think we should break up.â
Silence.
The kind that swallows everything whole.
Your lips part, but no words come out.Â
Your lips part, but no words come out.
The look in your eyesâ confusion, disbelief, then something else, something that burnsâÂ
âWhat-Why?â
He doesnât answer. Or maybe he does, but itâs not the right thing.
Itâs never the right thing.
The air is heavy, thick with things neither of you are saying.
Then, finallyâ your voice, quieter this time.
âOkay.â
A single step back. Then another.
And thenâ
Nothing.Â
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The classroom hums with chatter, students moving around and the teacher speaking about some project, but you were barely listening. Your attention is elsewhereâ on your notebook, on the scratches of pen against paper, literally anything but him.
He was two rows ahead, resting his chin on his hand, half-focused on his laptop. Almost similar to you right now. Too similar.Â
You donât look at him. You donât let yourself.
But thenâ
âFor the project, youâll be working in pairs.â
There is a ripple of movement through the room, students glancing around already choosing their partners.Â
âIâve assigned them to you.â
Your stomach twists.Â
You sit a little straighter. Your fingers tighten around your pen.Â
 The professor starts listing off names. One by one, students find their partner. Youâre holding your breath, waiting forâ
And thenâ
Your name.
And then, immediately afterâ
His.Â
You freeze.
The room suddenly feels too small, the air too thick.Â
Someone nudges your arm, murmuring something about how lucky you are since you get to work with the âhottest guy on campusâ, but their voice is distant, muffled by the sound of blood rushing in your ears.
Slowly, hesitantly, you lift your gaze.Â
Sunghoon had turned in his seat.Â
For the first time in months, youâre looking at each other.Â
And the worst part? He doesnât even look surprised.Â
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Sunghoon doesnât hear from you for the rest of the day.Â
Not a text, not a callâ nothing.
And the, at exactly 11:51 pm., an email lands in his inbox.
Subject: Project Task
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]Â
Attached is the project outline. Iâve divided the tasks. Iâll handle the structural analysis and concept sketches. You can do the mechanical components. Tell me when you are done.Â
Sent from my phone
Thatâs it. No greeting. No unnecessary words. Not even your name.
Sunghoon exhales through his nose, clicking open the file. Youâve already set up everythingâ titles, labels, even deadlines. Youâve practically built a wall of professionalism between you, as if you were never anything but classmates.Â
And it pisses him off.
Fine. two can play this game.Â
He types a reply, short and to the point.
Subject: Re: Project Tasks
Got it.Â
He doesnât hit send.Â
His fingers hover over the keyboard. His jaw clenches.
Then, in a moment of stubborn impulse, he typesâ
You canât avoid me forever.
And hits send before he can take it back.
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âYou know, heâs right.â
You shoot a glare over at Sunoo. âDonât start.â
âIâm just saying,â he continued, kicking his feet up on the bench. âYou canât ignore him forever.â
âI can, actually.â you sip your matcha pointedly. âItâs called email.â
He snorts. âYou sound like a middle-aged professor.â
âGood. Maybe heâll leave me alone then.â
Sunoo raises an eyebrow. âHe literally told you, âYou canât avoid me forever.ââ
You roll your eyes. âYeah, and? I donât care.â
The words are barely out of your mouth when Sunoo suddenly stiffens, eyes darting over your shoulder.Â
âUhââ
You donât even have to ask. You just know.
Thereâs a familiar shift to the air, an awareness pressing down on your skin.Â
And then, just to confirm itâ
âShit,â Sunoo mutters. âHeâs down the hall.â
You donât think. You just move.
Your hands shoot out, gripping his sleeve as you drag them down the corridor.Â
âAre you serious?!â he hiss between stumbling steps.
âShut up, shut up , shut upââ
âPlease can we stop running, I donât think he would be chasing us down for sport.â
You donât care. You donât turn around because you know if you do, youâll see Sunghoon standing there, staring after you, that unreadable look on his face.Â
And you are not giving him that satisfaction.
Not today.Â
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Staring at your laptop screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, the flashing cursor blinking back at you in defiance. Youâve been avoiding this email for daysâ every time you think about it your stomach churns, and you mind races with excuses.Â
You donât want to deal with him. Not now. Not ever again.
The project, the meeting, the unavoidable tension. You had hoped, foolishly, that you could really just avoid Sunghoon completelyâ keep everything strictly professional, send email, handle the assignment without having to face him in person. But that plan was crushed the moment the email landed in your inbox, his name in bold.Â
âLetâs meet in person tomorrow to go over the project. Iâll bring the drafts.â
Of course, Sunghoon had to take the initiative. You had a suspicion heâd never let you hide behind your screen forever. He was stubborn, too, in a way that always seemed to get under your skin.Â
You arrived at the library, dragging your feet, already feeling the weight of the situation settle in your chest. The project was an assignment, but the real challenge was having to sit across from him, pretending that nothing had happened, pretending that the last yearâ no, the last monthsâ hadnât been a whirlwind of frustration and heartache.
But here you were, faced with reality. You walked into the library, hoping to avoid eye contact, but you couldnât escape the familiar sight of him sitting at a table with all his papers neatly organized, a slight form on his face as he scanned the documents.Â
His eyes flicked up when he saw you enter, and for a second, your heart skipped a beat. But you force yourself to remain calm. He was just a classmate now, just another part of your academic routine. Nothing more.Â
You set your things down at the table across from him, pulling your laptop out with the practiced motions of someone who had done this a thousand times before. You weren;t going to make this more personal than it had to be. No small talk. No catching up. Just the project.Â
âHey,â Sunghoon greeted, his voice neutral but carrying the weight of something unsaid. He glanced at the papers in front of you and then back to you. âAre you okay with everything so far? I made some revisions to the outline.â
You didn;t look at him. Instead, you glanced at the project papers and began sorting through them, avoiding his gaze entirely. âIâll read them over later. Just⌠letâs focus on getting it done.â
You felt his eyes on you, the tension palpable in the air, but you refused to acknowledge it. You had your own part to do, your own work to focus on. Nothing else mattered right now. The project was the only thing that mattered.Â
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Sunghoon sighed, and you could hear the edge of frustration creeping into his voice. âLook, I know this isn;t easy for either of us, but weâre stuck with each other for this project. We might as well get it done right.â
âIâm not here to talk,â you snapped back, the words sharp and defensive. âJust focus on your part. Iâll handle mine.â
His expression hardened , but he didnât push it any further. He opened up his own laptop and began typing, the sound of the keyboard tapping filling the silence between the both of you.Â
For a while, it was quietâ just the sound of typing, rustling of papers. But no matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn;ât shake the nagging feeling that he was watching you. His presence was like a shadow that followed your every move you made, and you hated how it made your chest tighten. You shouldnât feel like this. You had no reason to. This wasnât supposed to be personal. It was just a project.Â
But then, suddenly, Sunghoon spoke again, his voice quieter, almost reluctant.
âYou know,â he said, voice low but insistent, âwe used to work well together. Back in high school. Why are you making this harder than it has to be?â
You froze, your fingers still on the keyboard. You could feel the old pain creep up your throat, but you swallowed it down, shoving it away. No. Donât go there.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you said, your voice steady but with a hint of something you donât want to put a name to. And then, with a sigh, he turned his attention back to his laptop, typing in silence for a long time.Â
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Two year ago
 It had been a late night at the library, the kind where the air felt thick with concentration and the promise of deadlines hanging over every student in the building. You were sitting at the same table as Sunghoon, both of you buried in textbooks, trying to get ahead before the weekend.
It was supposed to be just another study session, but something felt different. Maybe it was the way the soft overhead lights cast shadows over his features or how the silence between you two wasnât awkward but comfortable. You couldnât help itâ his face was so focused, his lips slightly pursed in concentration, and for some reason, the sight of him studying like that made your heart skip.Â
âIs there something on my face?â he asked, his voice teasing but gentle.
You blinked and quickly looked away, flustered. âNo ⌠itâs just, you look⌠nice when you study.â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. He leaned forward slightly, his voice lower than usual. âNice, huh? Thatâs a first.â
You wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment, but instead you found yourself smiling despite the heat in your cheeks. Something about being with him felt so easy, so natural.
And then, before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out. âYou look⌠pretty. When you study.â
There was a long pause, and then Sunghoon chuckled, his smile widening. âPretty, huh? Well, thatâs new.â
You couldnât help it. You laughed too, the awkwardness melting away in the warmth of his gaze. That momentâ when you both realized that maybe there was something more thereâ was when it all started.Â
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The silence in the library stretches again. You go back to your laptop, trying to focus on the work in front of you. But the memory of that moment, of those words youâd said so long ago, hangs in the air like a ghost.
Sunghoonâs presence is undeniable now. Every time his shoulder brushes against yours as he reaches for his drink, it feels like a jolt of electricity. You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to keep working, to ignore the way his proximity makes your heart race.Â
âYou know, if we just worked together instead of pretending weâre strangers, this would be a lot easier,â Sunghoon says again, his voice a little more insistent now, but still carrying that gentle tone.Â
You refuse to look up, clenching your jaw. âJust finish your part. Iâll finish mine.â
âIâve always liked how stubborn you are,â he mutters, but thereâs a soft fondness behind the words. âBut youâre going to make this harder than it has to be, arenât you?â
You bite your lip, fighting the urge to snap back. But the reality is that heâs right. You are making this harder. Youâre making everything harder by refusing to acknowledge how much you still feel for him.
But you canât admit that, not now, not when the walls between you two are so high, so insurmountable.Â
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Itâs lateâtoo late for anyone to be at the library anymore. The harsh overhead lights flicker in the empty room, casting long shadows on the tables where students usually sat, buried in their books. But not you. Youâre still here, alone, a stack of textbooks and papers spread out before you. The hum of the fluorescent lights fills the air, broken only by the soft tapping of your fingers on the keyboard.
Youâve been here for hours, the deadline looming closer with every passing second. Your mind is tired, but you wonât leave until you finish. Itâs like a race against time. A way to distract yourself from everything else.
But then, you feel it. A presence.
You look up, and thereâs Sunghoon, standing by the entrance, his gaze scanning the room. You immediately look away, pretending you hadnât seen him. Why is he here? You werenât supposed to see him, not tonight.
He walks toward you slowly, his footsteps soft but deliberate. You keep your eyes down, focused on the papers in front of you, but you can feel him getting closer.
âYouâre still here?â Sunghoon says, his voice low, like heâs not sure what to make of the situation.
You sigh, unwilling to make this a conversation. âIâm working. Is that a problem?â
âNo,â he answers quickly, but thereâs a softness to his tone now. Something gentler. âJust... thought youâd left by now.â
You donât look up, but you hear him pull out the chair opposite you. He sits down, but doesnât speak immediately. You donât say anything either. Itâs awkward. You try to focus on the work in front of you, trying to ignore the feeling of his presence, so close but still so far away.
You keep your head down, but the longer you stay in the silence, the more you feel the walls youâve built start to crumble, piece by piece. He doesnât push you. Doesnât force a conversation. He just... stays.
You try not to think too much about it. Itâs just Sunghoon. Just a classmate.
But then, hours later, youâre blinking, your head feeling heavy as you try to focus on the screen in front of you. You hadnât realized how tired you were until your eyelids started to flutter. You hadnât meant to fall asleep, but the exhaustion catches up with you.
You donât even realize youâve nodded off until youâre suddenly jerked awake, your head jerking up from the desk. The library is quiet, almost too quiet, and the light from the desk lamp casts a soft glow around the room. Thatâs when you notice it.
A jacketâdark, heavy, and familiarâdraped over your shoulders.
You blink, still groggy from sleep, and turn to see that Sunghoon is gone, his chair empty. You try to shake the fogginess from your mind, but thereâs no denying it: He left his jacket with you.
You didnât hear him come back. Didnât feel him approaching. But somehow, heâd slipped it onto you while you were asleep, without a sound.
You sit there for a moment, the jacket still warm against your skin. His scent clings to it, and you find yourself unable to take it off. It feels wrong to just leave it behind, but youâre not sure why it feels so important to keep it on.
You look down at your own hands, your fingers grazing the sleeve, feeling the weight of the jacket, both literally and emotionally. Youâre not sure if itâs the jacket thatâs weighing on you or the memories that come with it. But itâs there. And so is he.
You stay there for a few more minutes, just sitting in the quiet, knowing that it would be impossible to get anything more done tonight. You pack up your things, but you donât take off the jacket. Instead, you walk out of the library with it on, your heart a little heavier than when you came in.
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It was dark outside, and the bus was filled with the soft chatter of your classmates. You and Sunghoon were sitting in the same seat, your shoulders brushing as you both leaned against the window, tired from the dayâs activities.
Youâd always been close, never quite aware of how it felt to have someone just be there with you. But that day, there was something different about it. It was like you both had settled into this quiet rhythmâcomfortable, easy.
You leaned your head against the window, gazing out at the passing lights. The bus was warm, and your eyes were starting to grow heavy from the dayâs exhaustion. Without realizing it, you drifted off, your head slipping onto Sunghoonâs shoulder.
He didnât immediately pull away, didnât complain. He just let you sleep, his body slightly tensing at the sudden closeness, but not enough to push you away.
And when you woke up, it wasnât awkward. You just rubbed your eyes, looked up at him, and smiled.
âYouâre comfy,â you murmured.
Sunghoon chuckled softly. âYou really just fell asleep on me, huh?â
You laughed, feeling a warmth in your chest. âItâs not like I did it on purpose. I didnât even realize.â
And even though it had only been a few seconds, you both lingered in that moment, your eyes meeting briefly before he gave you a smile that made your heart flutter.
Youâd brushed it off as nothingâjust a friendly gesture.
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Youâre still sitting in your room, the jacket still on your shoulders. It feels like a weight, not because itâs heavy, but because of the memories it brings. The warmth lingers on your skin, but so does the uncertainty. You canât figure out why this is bothering you so much.
Your phone buzzes on the table, pulling you from your thoughts. A new email. You donât need to look at it to know itâs from him. Sunghoon.
The message is simple: âStill need help with the project. Let me know if you want to meet up.â
You close your eyes and let out a slow breath. You want to ignore it. Pretend you didnât see it. But you canât. Because part of you wants him to be there. Part of you wants him to still be the one to help you, even if you donât want to admit it.
You stand up, pacing around the room, the jacket slipping slightly off your shoulders as you move. You pull it tighter around you, almost subconsciously.
You know youâll have to face him again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe sooner. Hopefully later. But right now, with his jacket still draped over you, youâre not sure if you're ready.
But for some reason, you know youâre going to have to take it off.
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You walk into the classroom, clutching the jacket in your hands. Itâs been a couple of days since you woke up to find it draped over your shoulders, Sunghoonâs jacketâa silent gesture that spoke more than words ever could. He hadnât said anything when you first found it. It had simply been there. At first, you thought it was an accident, but the longer you held onto it, the more it felt like something else. You hadnât returned it immediately, unsure why you kept it. But now, with the fact the two of you share a class together, it felt like the right time.
You spot him sitting by the window, alone, lost in whatever thoughts occupy his mind. He doesnât notice you as you approach, and the moment feels strangely... intimate, even though you're still far from the comfort you once shared.
You stand in front of him, holding out the jacket, but he doesnât immediately take it. His eyes flicker up, and for a split second, something unreadable passes between you. He reaches for the jacket, but as his fingers brush yours, itâs more of a reflex than any real desire to touch.
Before you can pull away, a voice from behind you cuts through the moment.
"Are you two... together or just friends?"
You glance over to find a couple of classmates watching you both curiously. Itâs a casual question, but the curiosity in their eyes is unmistakable. Sunghoonâs hand freezes mid-motion, his fingers still hovering over the jacket. He looks back at them briefly, his gaze faltering, not quite meeting yours.
For a moment, youâre not sure what to say. You notice how Sunghoon looks at the ground, avoiding any real response. His lips press together, his hand still unsure of whether to take the jacket back or not. Heâs hesitant, as always.
You, on the other hand, feel the weight of the question, but you donât shy away from it. Not this time. You stand tall, glancing over at your classmates and meeting their gaze.
âWeâre just friends,â you say, your voice steady and clear. âNothing more.â
Sunghoon doesnât say anything. He just takes the jacket from your hand, his fingers brushing yours again, but this time itâs almost mechanical. You turn away quickly, the moment lingering behind you like an unspoken tension.
Your classmates exchange glances, their curiosity piqued, but they donât push further. They turn their attention to the front of the room as class starts, but the question still lingers in the air.
You sit down at your desk, feeling the eyes of your classmates on you for a moment longer than usual. You force yourself to focus, pretending it doesnât matter, but the thought of that brief interaction, the way Sunghoon avoided the question, settles heavily in your chest.
The class continues, but your mind drifts, back to that jacket and the weight of unspoken words. You canât help but wonder what he mightâve said if you hadnât answered for both of you.
No, thatâs what he shouldâve said because you guys were not dating, he broke up with you, and now the two of you were simply forced to work together. Thatâs it.Â
â
The autumn air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves as the two of you walked side by side down the quiet street. The school festival had just ended, and the distant hum of laughter and music still echoed behind you. Groups of students were lingering back at the event, but somehow, the two of you ended up here, together, away from it all.Â
It wasnât planned. It never was with him. It was just how things always seemed to happen.
You hugged your arms around yourself because of the cold, cursing at yourself for not bringing a bigger jacket knowing the weather but wanting to look good for the event. He walked a little ahead, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jackets, his head tilted slightly towards you as if he was waiting for you to say something.Â
You had always been the talker between the both of you. The one who made friends easily, the one who never hesitated. But right now, the words sat heavy on your tongue, unspoken.Â
He let out a small sigh, looking up at the sky. âItâs late.â
âYou shouldâve left earlier then.â
He huffed, a tiny, almost-smile tugging at his lips before he looked back ahead. âYou didnât have to leave, you know.â
You shrugged. âDidnât feel like staying.â
It wasnât a lie, but it wasnât the full truth either. The festival had been fine, fun even. But then youâd seen him standing by himself, lingering near the edges of the crowd, not quite a part of it. And suddenly, the excitement of it all had dimmed.Â
He kicked a small rock with the tip of his shoe, watching it tumble along the pavement. âDidnât think you were the type to leave a party early.â
âIâm full of surprises.â
A breeze picked up, and instinctively, you crossed your arms tighter over yourself. Without a word, Sunghoon shrugged off his jacket and held it out to you.
You blinked at him. âWhat are you doing?â
âYouâre cold.â
You scoffed. âIâm not cold.â
He didnât say anything, just kept holding the jacket out with that blank expression of hisâ the one that meant he wasn;t going to argue. You hesitated for a second too long, and then, as if deciding for you, he draped it over your shoulders himself.Â
You looked up at him, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but then you caught the way his fingers lingered just a second longer against your shoulder, the way he swallowed, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.Â
It was nothing.
It was everything.
Your heart did something stranger in your chest, a quiet stutter. But then he pulled away, shoving his hands back into his pockets, eyes flickering elsewhere like it was no big deal.
Like he didnât just leave you standing there in the middle of the empty street, drowning in the scent of his cologne, trying not to overthink what had just happened.Â
âLetâs go.â he said, his voice calm, steady. Like always.Â
You didnât move right away. You just watched him, this boy who always seemed out of reach.
Then you exhaled and started walking again, side by side, your steps falling in sync.
And if your hands brushed onceâ just onceâ neither of you said a word about it.Â
â
After class, you head out of the room, your mind still lingering on the awkward exchange. As you walk down the hallway, you notice Sunghoon a few paces behind you, his expression neutral. You donât turn around, but you can feel his presence. It;s the same as always, but somehow itâs different.
The hallway stretches ahead of you both, and you find yourself wondering if itâs the same for him, if heâs feeling the same weight of the unsaid words hanging in the air between you. But then you push the thought away. You canât keep thinking about it. Not now. Not like this.
The day continues, but it doesnât feel the same. Something has shifted again. Not a big thing, just the subtle change in the air whenever Sunghoon is around. But for now, you focus on the present. The project. The work. Thereâs no room for anything else. At least not yet.Â
â
Sunghoon hated studying in public places. He hated the noise, the crowded spaces, the way it was impossible to concentrate. But for some reason, he was here.
With you.
The library was dimly lit, the only sounds coming from the occasional turning of pages and the soft clicking of keyboards. It was nearly empty at this hour, just the two of you tucked away in a corner, buried under textbooks and notes.
You sighed dramatically, stretching your arms over your head before slumping onto the desk. âIâm going to die here.â
Sunghoon didnât look up from his notes. âYou say that every time we study.â
âYeah, and one day itâll be true. And when that day comes, I hope you feel bad about it.â
He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âDramatic.â
You turned your head to look at him, resting your cheek against your arm. The lamplight softened his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of his nose, the way his lashes cast faint shadows on his skin.Â
He was so pretty.
Unfairly so.
You frowned, furrowing your brows. âDo you know youâre pretty?â
That finally made him look up. He blinked at you, pen pausing mid-air. âWhat?â
âWhat?â
There was a flicker of something in his expressionâ surprise, amusement, something unreadable. He tilted his head slightly. âI donât think about that kind of stuff.â
You scoff. âOh shut up.â
Sunghoon shook his head, turning back to his notes. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âYouâre avoiding the question.â
âBecause itâs a weird question.â
âItâs not weird.â You sighed, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. âI just think itâs unfair that some people get to be smart and pretty.â
His lips twitched, like he was trying not to smile. âYouâre calling me smart too?â
âDonât get ahead of yourself.â
You hadnât meant anything by it. It was just a passing thought, casual observation. But for some reason. Sunghoon kept stealing glances at you for the rest of the night, his fingers tapping idly against his notebook, like he was trying to figure something out.Â
â
The library is quieter than usual tonight. The steady hum of air conditioning fills the space, and the dim, golden glow of the desk lamps casts long shadows on the wooden tables. Itâs lateâ too late to still be workingâ but neither of you have left.
At first, you barely acknowledged each other. The project was the only thing keeping you here and even then, you refused to speak unless absolutely necessary. You typed your sections. He worked on his. Simple.
But at some point, between the furious clicking of keys and the scratching of his pen against paper, something shifted.Â
The silence wasnât as sharpe anymore. The air between you wasnât quite so cold.
You were still stubborn, still keeping your distance, but Sunghoon had started to slip through the cracks.Â
It was in the way he quietly slid your match closer when he noticed you reaching for it absentmindedly. In the way his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary whenever you furrowed your brows at the screen, lost in thought. In the way he wordlessly handed you a new pen when yours ran out of ink, his fingers brushing yours just for a second.
Little things.
Things you didnât want to acknowledge.
Things that made it harder to pretend that you hadnât missed thisâ missed him.
You force yourself to focus on the words in front of you, but your mind is elsewhere. On him. On the past.Â
â
It had been a long night.
You werenât supposed to stay out this late, but somehow, time slipped away. It was just the two of you, walking home after an evening study session, the sky stretched out in a blanket of deep navy blue. The air was crisp, autumn settling in with a quiet chill, and your footsteps echoed against the empty sidewalk.
âI canât feel my fingers,â you muttered, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets.
Sunghoon glanced at you, amused. âThen why didnât you bring gloves?â
âBecause I didnât know itâd be this cold.â
âYou say that every year.â
You huffed, nudging him with your shoulder. âAnd every year, I am caught off guard.â
He rolled his eyes but reached for your sleeve, tugging your arm towards him. Before you could react, he took one of your hands in his, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket along with his own.
The warmth of his palm against yours sent a shiver up your spineâ not from the cold, but from something else.Â
Something you hadnât quite named yet.
Neither of you said anything about it. You just kept walkin, the streelights casting soft golden halos around you.
You reached your doorstep too soon.Â
Sunghoon stood there, shifting on his feet, his fingers still loosely curled around yours.
You shouldâve pulled away. You shouldâve said goodnight. But instead, you just stood there staring at him.
The light from the porch illuminated the sharp angles of his face, the way his dark eyes softened when they met yours. His gaze flickered downâ just for a secondâ before he quickly looked away.
You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were. âAre you gonna keep standing there, orââ
âShut up,â he muttered.
And thenâ-
He kissed you.Â
It was hesitant, barely a whisper of contact. But it sent your heart into a frenzy, your breath hitching, fingers tightening around him without thinking.Â
When he pulled away, his ears were red, and he wouldnât meet your eyes. âIâ I wasnât planning to do that.â
You blinked at him, mind still catching up. âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âOkay,â you repeated, this time smiling.
Sunghoon exhaled, sometimes easing his shoulders.
âYou;re still holding my hand.â you pointed out.Â
He let go immediately, shoving his hands into his pockets. âShut up.â
But you could see the way the corners of his lips twitched upwards.Â
â
You stare at the screen in front of you, but the words are a blur. The memory lingers, making your chest feel tight.
Sunghoon shifts besides you stretching out his arms. His sleeves push up slightly, revealing the faint outline of veins along his forearms. You look away quickly, annoyed with yourself.Â
This is ridiculous.
You donât care. You donât.
âTake a break,â he says, voice low.
You exhale, rubbing at your temples. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not.â
You shoot him a glare, but heâs already looking back at his screen, unaffected. Typical.Â
Silence settles between you again, but itâs different now. Heâs too close, the air between you too charged.Â
And thenâ
âDo you still hate me?â
Your breath catches. The question is quiet, but it feels deafening.
You turn to him, meeting his gaze for the first time in what feels like hours. His eyes are steady, but thereâs something else thereâ something raw, something careful.Â
You open your mouth, but no words come out.
He swallows. â you wonât even look at me.â
You force yourself to scoff, to roll your eyes. âI look at you all the time.â
âNot like before.â
That makes you freeze.
Because heâs right.Â
Beforeâ before everythingâ you had looked at him like he held the universe in his hands. And maybe, in some ways, he had.
But that was then.
And nowâ
Now you donât know what to do with this version of him, this version of you.
The air is thick with something you donât want to name.Â
And before you can think better of it, before you can stop yourselfâ
You kiss him.Â
It's reckless, desperate, a collision of past and present, of things left unsaid and things you donât want to admit.
His lips part slightly in surprise, but he doesnât pull away. If anything, he leans in, his fingers grazing your jaw, like heâs afraid to break the moment.
And maybe you are too.Â
But thenâ
Reality crashed back in.
Your eyes widen, and you pull away abruptly, breathless, heart hammering.
Sunghoon blinks, still processing, âWaitââ
But youâre already pushing away from the table, standing up too quickly, your chair scraping against the floor.
âI have to go,â you say, voice unsteady.
And before he can stop you, before he can say anything elseâ
You turn and walk away.
Leaving him sitting there, watching you go.
Again.Â
â
Avoidance has always been your best defense.
You mastered it after the breakup, convincing yourself that if you could just stay out of Sunghoonâs orbit, then none of itâ none of the pain, none of the unanswered questions, none of himâ could touch you.
But ever since that kiss, itâs been impossible to keep up the act.
You stop sitting in your usual spots in the library. You change your walking routes between classes. You leave early to avoid any chance of running into him. Your emails about the project become even shorter, even more detached.
And stillâ it doesnât feel like enough
Because the problem isnât just him.
Itâs you.
Itâs the way your mind keeps replaying that night in the library, the way your lips still burn with the memory of his, the way your chest aches everytime you think about how you didnât pull away immediately.
You shouldnât have let it happen.
You shouldnât have wanted it to.
But worst of allâ you shouldnât still want it now.
You tell yourself this over and over again. But nine of it matters when you turn the corner one evening, only to find yourself face-to-face with the one person youâve been trying so hard to avoid.Â
Sunghoon.
Waiting for you.
Like he knew.
âYouâre avoiding me again,â he says, his voice eerily calm.
You grip your bag tighter and look away. âIâm busy.â
âLiar.â
The word lands heavier than it should.
You take a step back, but he matches it, blocking your way. His eyes search yours, and you can feel how tired he isâ tired of the silence, of the pretending, of whatever this is.Â
âDo you hate me that much?â His voice is quiet, but thereâs an edge to it, something sharp and desperate.Â
You exhale hardly. âSunghoonââ
âJust answer me,â he pressed, jaw clenched. âDo you hate me?â
The words catch in your throat.Â
You should say yes. You should give him the finality he seems to be looking for.Â
But you canât.Â
And maybe he sees itâ maybe he sees the way you falter, the way your fingers tighten around the strap of your bagâ because his expression shifts.
And thenâ
The door beside you suddenly swings open. A group of students spills out, laughing and chatting, shoving past both of you.Â
You barely register it before someone crashes into you from behind, sending you stumbling backwardsâ
Right into the supply closet.
And of courseâ because the universe must hate youâ the force of it slams Sunghoon into the tiny space as well.Â
And before either of you can reactâ click.
The door locks
Silence.
Thenâ
âYou have got to be kidding me,â you hiss.Â
Sunghoon tries the handle, but it doesnât budge. He exhales sharply, resting his forehead against the door for a second before turning back to you.Â
âGreat.â
You let out a bitter laugh, crossing your arms. âWhat, you think I planned this?â
âNo, but itâs convenient, isnât it?â He glares at you, frustration bleeding into every word. âYouâre always running away, and now you canât.â
Your pulse spikes. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me,â he mutters. âYou left the night. Youâve been avoiding me ever since. You wonât even talk to meââ
âBecause thereâs nothing to say!â you snap.
âBullshit!â His voice rises, his patience unraveling. âDonât act like you donât care. You kissed me, and then you ran away like it meant nothing.â
You freeze.
Because heâs right.
It wasnât nothing.
But admitting that? Giving him that satisfaction? You canât.
So you do what you do best.Â
You push back
âYou donât get to act like youâre the victim here, Sunghoon,â you say, voice colder now. âNot when you broke up with me.â
Something flickers across his face.
âAnd not just that,â you continue, the weight of everything youâve bottled up finally breaking through. âYou left me without any warning. You didnât talk to me about what was wrong. You didnât even try. You just decided one day that it was over and that was it.â
â
It had been an ordinary afternoon. You remember it oo wellâ how he wouldnât look at you, how his hands trembled slightly as he shoved them into his pockets.
And thenâ
âI think we should break up.â
The words hit you like a slap.
You laughed at first, thinking it was some sort of joke. But then you saw the way he avoided your gaze. The way his fingers curled into fists.
âWhy?â Your voice had cracked. âWhat happened? Did I do something?â
He had only shaken his head. âItâs justâŚ. I donât think this is going to work.â
âWhatââ
âI am not sure I am what you really need.â
It was the last thing you expected to hear.
But it was the only explanation he ever gave you.
That's what started it, why you just started running away from him.Â
â
âYou thought it wouldnât work?â you glare at him now, eye burning. âWhat the hell does that even mean?â
Sunghoon pressed his lips together, like he regretted saying it. But itâs too late.
âYou didnât even give us a chance,â you continue, voice rising. âYou just decided that it wasnât going to work out for the both of us.âÂ
âI wasnât sure if I was what you really needed.â
Your breath catches. âSunghoonââ
âYouâre always surrounded by people. You make friends so easily. I wasnât like that, I am not like that.â His voice is quiet now. âI feel like I was always holding you back.â
You shake your head, feeling something sharp and painful twist in your chest. âThatâs what you thought?â You let out another bitter laugh. âYou know, I thought thatâs what brought us together. That we were so different. That worked because of that.â
Sunghoon looks at you then, something unreadable in his expression.Â
âThere were two people in our relationship, you and me. You made that decision that we donât work well, for the both of us.â you say, voice shaking. âAnd now you think itâs going to work now just because you want it to?â
He doesnât answer.Â
And you hate how much that silence still hurts.
You exhale shakily, turning away. âI donât trust you., Sunghoon.â
His jaw clenches. âI know.â
âAnd I donât trust myself to let this happen again. Because if you could leave that easily once, what makes you think I believe you wonât do it again?â
This time, he doesnât try to deny it.Â
Because he knows.
Because he did leave.Â
And you donât know if youâll ever be able to forgive him for that. You hated yourself for never being able to hate him at all.Â
The only sound in the tiny space is the faint buzz of the overhead lightâ
And the deafening weight of everything left unsaid.Â
The supply closet is cold, but the tension in the air is suffocating. When the door finally swings open, neither of you move right away. Sunghoon steps back first, his jaw clenched, like heâs holding back something heâll never say. You follow a second later, not looking at him as you walk away.
After that, things are different.
You donât avoid him anymore. Not really. You still exchange emails about the project, still sit across from each other in the library, still in the same space without outright hostility. But the sharpness between you dullsâ replaced by something softer, something sadder.Â
One night, long after the library shouldâve closed, you look up from your notes to see Sunghoon staring at you. He doesnât look away this time. Neither do you. For a moment, the world stills.Â
Then you blink, and the moment is gone.
â
The project ends.
So does your reason to stay in each otherâs orbits.
You expect things to go back to normal, whether normal is supposed to be. You expect distance to creep back in, the silence to settle.Â
But somehow, Sunghoon lingers.Â
He doesnât force conversation, doesnât push. But you catch him in the corners of your visionâ watching, waiting, hesitation. As if heâs waiting for you to decide what happens next.
â
Then one evening, you run into him.
Itâs late. The air is cold, thick with the scent of winter. Sunghoon is standing outside the campus gates, hands shoved into his pockets, the street lights casting long shadows around him. He notices you before you can turn away.
âHey,â he says, voice quiet.
You hesitate. Then, âHey.â
Thereâs so much unsaid between you, so much left unfinished.Â
A part of you wondersâ is this it? The last conversation before you both fade from each otherâs lives completely?
Sunghoon opens his mouth, like he wants to say something more, but you shake your head, stopping him.Â
âItâs okay.â you say. âYou donât have to.â
His throat bobs as he swallows. He nods.
The streetlamps flicker above you. A car passes, its headlights flashing between you like a border, a final dividing line.Â
You should say something else. You should tell him youâll see him around, that youâll stay in touch, that youâll find your way back to him someday.
But you donât.
Instead you step back, offering a small, almost imperceptible smile.
âTake care, okay?â
For a second, you think he wonât respond. But then, finallyâ softlyâ he nods.
âYou too.â
You turn around first. You donât look back.
Sunghoon watches you walk away, his hands still in his pockets, his lips parts like he wants to stop youâ but he never does.
The night swallows the both of you whole.
And just like that, itâs over.Â
â
The city hums in silence in the distance, but here, on the rooftop, itâs quiet/ the two of you sit side by side, legs dangling over the edge, the skyline stretching endlessly before you. The night is warm, the stars barely visible through the glow of streetlights.Â
âYouâre gonna fall,â Sunghoon murmurs, eyeing the way you lean forwards slightly, hands bracing against the ledge.Â
You grin, tilting your head towards him. âYouâd catch me.â
He doesnât answer, but the corner of his mouth twitches, like he wants to smile but wonât let himself.
A soft breeze ruffles his hair. You reach out before you can stop yourself, fingers brushing through the strand, smoothing them down. Sunghoon stills at the touch, but he doesnât pull away.Â
âYou do that a lot,â he says after a moment.
âWhat?âÂ
âTouch my hair.â
You blink, your hand dropping back to your lap. âDoes it bother you?â
He exhales, looking away, down at the glittering streets below. âNo.â
Thatâs all he says. But in the way his fingers clench slightly against his knee, in the way his shoulders stay tense even as the night air cools his skinâ you realize something.
Sunghoon likes it.
He likes being close to you.
The thought makes your chest feel warm, something soft and fluttering settling behind your ribs. You donât say anything about it, donât tease or push. Instead, you lean back on your palms staring up at the sky.Â
âFeels like we could stay here forever,â you murmur.
Sunghoon glances at you, his expression unreadable.
Then, so quietly you almost donât hear itâ
âYeah.âÂ
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author's note: basically everything in here thats inpso from irl with my actaully ex. the water bottle incident but it was in a classroom. us actually having fucking class with each other the next semester. me running away constantly every time i see him now. me buying him a pencil as a present and him still using it (i really want to steal it back). him asking me if i hate him cuz i keep running away and even dragged a friend as i run away from him. him saying "i dont think it's going to work out" and thinking becuase im very outgoing and him being a big introvert was something that would lead to us breaking up, haha but it was just him and him not communicating with me about his feelings. el oh el.
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Chat I just learned the school I go to kamala Harris was there too bye
#im in shock#my fun fact for 4 years if she wins#this will be the reason why i havent posted a fic in ages good day
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Urm should mention I'm on vacation and uhhh lollll that's why been away for like weeks and probably for a few more lolz
#lowkey might post smth tho idk#thinking of redoing the new wonbin smau but like as smth written cuz bleh the smau of it kinda got wonky lol
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what do you know about me? wonbin smau

đ What yn doesn't know is that they're academic rival since high school is behind their biggest fan account and how he saw them in disguise in a manga shop. What wonbin doesn't know is that his academic rival since high school is secretly his favorite vigilante. Yn decides that all is well and no one will figure it out.Wonbin decides that in order to finally beat yn, he's going to have to distract them from their studies. How? By flirting.
What can go wrong??
đ pairing: vigilante!reader x civilian!wonbin
đ genre: superhero au, college au, secret identities, academic rivals, someone accidentally falls for two people but its actually the same person (my fav), fluff, humor, potential angst, slow burn (another fav)
đ warnings: swearing, my bad sense of humor, kys jokes most def, some fighting stuff, wounds !!, weapons, will add warnings for every chapter
đ note: reader is gender neutral (all my work is). this is my apology for completely forgetting how the other wonbin smau was going to end lol.
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đ volume zero - profiles/profiles..
volume one - organic chem quiz
volume two - skidding rizzing gone wrong
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volume two - sidding rizzing gone wrong
warnings: swearing, i didn't know how to spell a word so it become a joke in their banter lol, wonbin asks like a cringefest loser <3









what do you even know about me? m.list - three
note: sorry yall lowkey been busy with work and my other fanfics lol
đ What yn doesn't know is that they're academic rival since high school is behind their biggest fan account and how he saw them in disguise in a manga shop. What wonbin doesn't know is that his academic rival since high school is secretly his favorite vigilante. Yn decides that all is well and no one will figure it out.Wonbin decides that in order to finally beat yn, he's going to have to distract them from their studies. How? By flirting.
What can go wrong??
đ pairing: vigilante!reader x civilian!wonbin
đ genre: superhero au, college au, secret identities, academic rivals, someone accidentally falls for two people but its actually the same person (my fav), fluff, humor, potential angst, slow burn (another fav)
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volume one - organic chem quiz
warnings: swearing, organic chemistry, idk if you can tell but there's a lot of talk about the manga/anime bungou stray dogs (bsd) lol, mentions of fighting as a joke.









what do you know about me? m.list - two
note: yn's powers is like metal bending but also like they can make themselves magnetic (omg i shouldve named this magnetic wtf im act so stupid T-T, can yall tell i made the title up ast second i couldnt think of anything ahhh)
đ What yn doesn't know is that they're academic rival since high school is behind their biggest fan account and how he saw them in disguise in a manga shop. What wonbin doesn't know is that his academic rival since high school is secretly his favorite vigilante. Yn decides that all is well and no one will figure it out.Wonbin decides that in order to finally beat yn, he's going to have to distract them from their studies. How? By flirting.
What can go wrong??
đ pairing: vigilante!reader x civilian!wonbin
đ genre: superhero au, college au, secret identities, academic rivals, someone accidentally falls for two people but its actually the same person (my fav), fluff, humor, potential angst, slow burn (another fav)
đ permanent riize taglist: @in-somnias-world @ilovejungwonandhaechan @jungw0nlvr @molensworld @Pinklemonade34 @shyshy-sana @lecheugo @chuutaroo @chxrry-cvnt @thinkabt-vivi @kimmingyuslover @sseastar-main @haechansbbg @3l3-eve @imthisclosetokms @serafilms @thesunoosshining @hibernatinghamster @icywhatim @dutifullyannoyingfox @koeuh @eunbiland @haechology @imsiriuslyreal @ffixtionista @eunwoophobic @boopdidoosbloog @vatterie @sungchansfiance @bebskyy @nakam00t @wonychu @@ahnneyong @zenohtwo @thea-herondale @wccycc @binrios @katsukilord @lakoya @thenotoriousegg @blooqz @papichulomacy @snowyseungs @ohmykwonsoonyoung @fae-renjun @saranghoeforanton
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what do you know about me? - profiles 2






what do you know about me? m.list - profiles 1
yn and wonbin matching bios without meaning to hehe
đ What yn doesn't know is that they're academic rival since high school is behind their biggest fan account and how he saw them in disguise in a manga shop. What wonbin doesn't know is that his academic rival since high school is secretly his favorite vigilante. Yn decides that all is well and no one will figure it out.Wonbin decides that in order to finally beat yn, he's going to have to distract them from their studies. How? By flirting.
What can go wrong??
đ pairing: vigilante!reader x civilian!wonbin
đ genre: superhero au, college au, secret identities, academic rivals, someone accidentally falls for two people but its actually the same person (my fav), fluff, humor, potential angst, slow burn (another fav)
đ permanent riize taglist: @in-somnias-world @ilovejungwonandhaechan @jungw0nlvr @molensworld @Pinklemonade34 @shyshy-sana @lecheugo @chuutaroo @chxrry-cvnt @thinkabt-vivi @kimmingyuslover @sseastar-main @haechansbbg @3l3-eve @imthisclosetokms @serafilms @thesunoosshining @hibernatinghamster @icywhatim @dutifullyannoyingfox @koeuh @eunbiland @haechology @imsiriuslyreal @ffixtionista @eunwoophobic @boopdidoosbloog @vatterie @sungchansfiance @bebskyy @nakam00t @wonychu @@ahnneyong @zenohtwo @thea-herondale @wccycc @binrios @katsukilord @lakoya @thenotoriousegg @blooqz @@papichulomacy @snowyseungs @ohmykwonsoonyoung
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Been a long time since I was in your inbox! How's life?
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Been a long time since I opened my inbox haha
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Hii mootie! (You probably forgot me)
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I never forget a moot eVEA but life is kinda meh trying to get back into my writer era after being in a sad stem era lol
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Finally you're back! Welcome!
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