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DO I WANNA KNOW? - LEE JUYEON.

pairing: lee juyeon x fem! reader

genre: erasmus student! lee juyeon. situationship au. angst? fluff? very bittersweet ngl. inner monologue heavy!

wc: 2k

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption

listen to: do I wanna know? - hozier cover / n e m u s i m e s a b a t - porsche boy, mess / don't smile - sabrina carpenter / casual - doja cat

a/n: I'm not saying this is the exact story of my nov-feb situationship, but I'm also begging ya'll to treat this little thing very very gently (iykwim :,,). ALSO this is completely unrelated to my prev erasmus student juyeon fic, I just accidentally manifested one into my life. thank u as always to my best friend @csenke for beta reading and also for the 4 months of listening to me cry about a mid ass man.

in this moment, there's nothing else, just you two and an empty promise.

Outside, it’s cold autumn. Leaves are brown, it gets dark after 4 in the afternoon and the wind is stingy and angry with the essence only the late November days can bring. Sky breaks out with quiet rain, droplets of cold water kissing not only the lamppost-illuminated pavement, but also the crown of your head and the tips of your fingertips. You shudder with the chilly kiss of the air when you step outside of the bar, despite the alcohol levels rising in your bloodstream and fall tightly into step with the couple in front of you.

Juyeon takes your side. He stops you in your tracks on the way back to your dormitory, taking the hood of your jacket and pulling it over your damp hair. You let him, completely forgetting about the umbrella you snuck into your purse before you left. You let the boy pull you closer and take your bag off you– since it’s constantly falling off your shoulder and you make notice of it with an annoyed huff– before he decides to carry it for you and takes ahold of your hand, sneaking your intertwined fingers into his pocket. 

The night is a little blurry from then onwards. The conversations you have with him on the way back are hushed, quiet. You never thought you’d end up by the side of a calm, reserved presence– since you were an introvert yourself, believing you needed someone to bring you out of your comfort zone, someone to make you open up and enjoy life without unnecessary boundaries– but you don’t mind it. Still, you’re a listener. He doesn’t ask much. You think it’s not that he isn’t interested. You believe he just simply doesn’t know what to say.

Somewhere along the way, you reflect on the evening. On the amount of alcohol in your system and on the girl you just met a few hours before, introduced to you by Juyeon’s roommate. The whole meeting felt a bit like a double date, and even though you’d hate to think of it as one– since your relationship with Juyeon is far too casual, unlabeled and unspecific for any of your meetings to be called that name– there’s buzzing in your stomach, a flood of happy gold smearing on your insides when you realize how easy, simple and sweet the whole evening played out. 

It felt a bit too real. A bit too intimate. Normal. 

You know that thinking of it as such was a deep mistake, but it was one you didn’t know how to stop yourself from making.

And maybe it was okay to indulge in the feelings and thoughts– although slightly delusional, which you admit to even in your drunken state, just for the weeks he’s here. You tell yourself it’s fine, because he is leaving in just about 2 months, and after that, you’ll never see him again. 

You’ll never discuss your feelings with him in your second language under the intimacy of his dark dorm room ever again. You’ll never smoke together on the balcony, kissing in the moonlight, warming each other up by the closeness of each other. You’ll never share a drink, hold him close, let him touch you where no one has before. You’ll never hear his favorite playlist and listen to him talk about the culture back home, or encourage him when he’s stressed about exams ever again. 

You have limited time together. Somehow, you think it’s both a blessing and a curse. 

After a remark that makes him giggle– to which your heart jumps, still unknowing of your feelings for him– he sighs, his voice taking a whole another tint.

“Let’s make a promise that if neither of us have someone by the time we’re 30, we’ll get married,” he speaks, making your heart drop to your stomach.

The feeling his words encourage are indescribable. It’s like getting thrown off a 10-story building. It’s like when you’re bad at swimming and getting thrown into a pool of cold water, getting too tired in the middle of the lap and thinking you’re drowning before you realize you’re tall enough to reach the bottom. It’s like wishing on a falling star, not really knowing if you believe the silly superstition. It’s like the moment after waking up from a very good dream– when you realize none of it was real, but still, it leaves a fuzzy, warm aftertaste in you for the next few minutes before you forget what the dream was even about.

You don’t know how to name it. Not just yet.

“And you say you have no feelings for me,” you chuckle, teasing the man.

“I never said I didn’t,” he hums, almost making you stop in your tracks. Your heart jumps in your ribcage, a foreign, dangerous taste of adrenaline making itself present in your body.

“So you’re saying you do?”

The male sighs. “I mean…”

It’s what he always does. He throws you a bait, and then catches you on it like you’re some sort of a clueless goldfish. You blame your inexperience with romance for the lack of critical thinking– or at least now you do. He never really tells you how he really feels, what he really thinks. You always have to drag it out of him, beg him on your knees to tell you what goes on in his brain.

“You mean what?” you drag, impatiently.

“I mean, I knew I was going to meet someone while I’m here, but after the first time we hung out… I knew that it was going to end up this way,” he says, all ominous.

You hum. 

“And I think you felt the same way,” he adds.

You hum again– pretending you understand. Believing you do. Because what else could his words mean? What else– if not feelings, real feelings, deeper than whatever you two put on in front of his friends and acquaintances? Hell, you know you care for him deeper than you let on. You didn’t think you realized before, but the disgusting romantic liquid pumping in your veins right now only approves of the suspicion. 

You fell for Lee Juyeon. 

Somewhere between the drunken nights full of laughter, Netflix shows long forgotten in the background as his lips explore you and his arms hold you tight, you fell for a man you hardly even know.

You fell for a man you met at a bad, boring Halloween party and cringed over his texts when he followed you on Instagram the morning after. You fell for the man that shared cigarettes with you, obnoxiously sang along to the songs on the radio, told you constantly how good you smelled and how much he loved your body (making you both confident, but also more insecure to be loved in any way beyond your curves and crevices as time moved forward). You fell for the man that made you play videogames with him and let you rant about your dad. You fell for the man that complimented your brain whenever he heard about your studies. For the man that joked around with his friends. For the man that sent you Instagram reels in the dead of the night, the man whose terrible sleeping schedule you learnt by memory the same way you could make the journey to his dormitory, up the elevator and straight into his bedsheets with your eyes closed. 

But most importantly, you fell for the man that is here for one semester only– a man you’ll one day walk to his flight back home.

Still, you giggle as you two reach the gate of your dorm, waiting for the other couple to catch up to you as they laugh at each other’s jokes somewhere in the distance. 

“Your 30 or my 30? Because that’s a big difference, y’know,” you tease him, never letting the 4 years laying in between you two die. 

He shakes his head, laughing. “You choose,” he mumbles before he leans in and captures your lips in a tender kiss.

In this moment, there’s nothing else in this world, just you two. You two and the empty promise, the rain buzzing around you, the taste of nicotine and redbull on his lips. Just his hands on your waist, your soaring heart and the weight of your curfew (that’s in 5 minutes) breathing down your neck.

There’s no flight back home in February. There’s no silence on his end of the line during most of the day, no 24-hour wait for a reply to your messages. There’s no teasing looks from his dormmates whenever you walk with him to the communal kitchen, making you wonder just how much your name is thrown around the building. There’s no empty feeling in your stomach every time you take the train home– both from being away from the town that connects you two, and also from the lack of knowledge when you’ll see him again, because Juyeon was never the one to set exact times in stone. He never took the effort to plan your dates or let you know in advance. Meeting him was always rushed, last-minute and begged out from you. 

There’s no trip with him in January, because it hasn’t happened yet. There’s no sinking feeling in your stomach as you lay awake next to him in one bed in the dead of the night, listening to his snores, wondering what you’ve done wrong and why you’re not enough for him. There’s no sentences uttered out from his lips you overthink and replay in your brain over and over again, wondering what they meant– like that time he got asked if you were his girlfriend, and he had it in him to reply “Kinda”. There’s no polaroids you keep on your wall until March when you decide it’s time to move on. There’s no talk on the balcony that you’ll always miss– because it had the best view of the town you grew to feel at home in– the talk where you confronted him with what he said tonight, asking him if he really had feelings for you and wondering what he truly meant if they weren’t love. There’s no belief that a body to hold is all you’ll ever be to someone, tainted with the sweet words he said to keep you at his reach. There’s no crying during Christmas break because you think he grew tired of you, because he started to put in less and less effort, because you suddenly started to see the relationship for what it was and not for what you wanted it to be. There’s no text on New Years, because it never happened, and also no text on your birthday, because he never cared enough to remember the date.

There’s no broken promises to keep in touch after he lands back home. You don’t know that he’ll change his number without you knowing yet, you’re not aware that all the memories you had with him meant more to you than to him– just a distraction, an experience abroad he took them for. And you know it’s not his fault– because he never lied to you, never really did anything to betray your trust– you just let yourself fall for the one person you shouldn’t have, for the one person you never should’ve gotten caught up with in the first place.

There’s no tears and broken hearts and memorabilia in your dorm room made of all the things he left you because they didn’t fit into his suitcase. There’s no feeling of him getting everything he wanted and leaving you here stuck on him. There’s no message from his roommate telling you he wasn’t good enough for you after they left. 

In this moment, there’s just you two and this moment. The realization. The sudden knowledge that this is it, this is how falling in love feels like.

For now, you don’t think you want to know if the feeling flows both ways. 

Maybe it would be for the better if you never even found out in the first place.

[rrxnjun]

missed your presence here- 😔

awh this is so sweet 🥹 i missed my presence here as well!! I know i kind of abandoned this blog a long time ago but i was still semi-active on @sohnric up until last september when my last year of bachelors caught up with me and i got too busy to write 😭😭😭 but now that summer break is coming up i have more time and also energy to write so you'll see me here more often o:)

[rrxnjun]

we are so back

DO I WANNA KNOW? - LEE JUYEON.

pairing: lee juyeon x fem! reader

genre: erasmus student! lee juyeon. situationship au. angst? fluff? very bittersweet ngl. inner monologue heavy!

wc: 2k

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption

listen to: do I wanna know? - hozier cover / n e m u s i m e s a b a t - porsche boy, mess / don't smile - sabrina carpenter / casual - doja cat

a/n: I'm not saying this is the exact story of my nov-feb situationship, but I'm also begging ya'll to treat this little thing very very gently (iykwim :,,). ALSO this is completely unrelated to my prev erasmus student juyeon fic, I just accidentally manifested one into my life. thank u as always to my best friend @csenke for beta reading and also for the 4 months of listening to me cry about a mid ass man.

in this moment, there's nothing else, just you two and an empty promise.

Outside, it’s cold autumn. Leaves are brown, it gets dark after 4 in the afternoon and the wind is stingy and angry with the essence only the late November days can bring. Sky breaks out with quiet rain, droplets of cold water kissing not only the lamppost-illuminated pavement, but also the crown of your head and the tips of your fingertips. You shudder with the chilly kiss of the air when you step outside of the bar, despite the alcohol levels rising in your bloodstream and fall tightly into step with the couple in front of you.

Juyeon takes your side. He stops you in your tracks on the way back to your dormitory, taking the hood of your jacket and pulling it over your damp hair. You let him, completely forgetting about the umbrella you snuck into your purse before you left. You let the boy pull you closer and take your bag off you– since it’s constantly falling off your shoulder and you make notice of it with an annoyed huff– before he decides to carry it for you and takes ahold of your hand, sneaking your intertwined fingers into his pocket. 

The night is a little blurry from then onwards. The conversations you have with him on the way back are hushed, quiet. You never thought you’d end up by the side of a calm, reserved presence– since you were an introvert yourself, believing you needed someone to bring you out of your comfort zone, someone to make you open up and enjoy life without unnecessary boundaries– but you don’t mind it. Still, you’re a listener. He doesn’t ask much. You think it’s not that he isn’t interested. You believe he just simply doesn’t know what to say.

Somewhere along the way, you reflect on the evening. On the amount of alcohol in your system and on the girl you just met a few hours before, introduced to you by Juyeon’s roommate. The whole meeting felt a bit like a double date, and even though you’d hate to think of it as one– since your relationship with Juyeon is far too casual, unlabeled and unspecific for any of your meetings to be called that name– there’s buzzing in your stomach, a flood of happy gold smearing on your insides when you realize how easy, simple and sweet the whole evening played out. 

It felt a bit too real. A bit too intimate. Normal. 

You know that thinking of it as such was a deep mistake, but it was one you didn’t know how to stop yourself from making.

And maybe it was okay to indulge in the feelings and thoughts– although slightly delusional, which you admit to even in your drunken state, just for the weeks he’s here. You tell yourself it’s fine, because he is leaving in just about 2 months, and after that, you’ll never see him again. 

You’ll never discuss your feelings with him in your second language under the intimacy of his dark dorm room ever again. You’ll never smoke together on the balcony, kissing in the moonlight, warming each other up by the closeness of each other. You’ll never share a drink, hold him close, let him touch you where no one has before. You’ll never hear his favorite playlist and listen to him talk about the culture back home, or encourage him when he’s stressed about exams ever again. 

You have limited time together. Somehow, you think it’s both a blessing and a curse. 

After a remark that makes him giggle– to which your heart jumps, still unknowing of your feelings for him– he sighs, his voice taking a whole another tint.

“Let’s make a promise that if neither of us have someone by the time we’re 30, we’ll get married,” he speaks, making your heart drop to your stomach.

The feeling his words encourage are indescribable. It’s like getting thrown off a 10-story building. It’s like when you’re bad at swimming and getting thrown into a pool of cold water, getting too tired in the middle of the lap and thinking you’re drowning before you realize you’re tall enough to reach the bottom. It’s like wishing on a falling star, not really knowing if you believe the silly superstition. It’s like the moment after waking up from a very good dream– when you realize none of it was real, but still, it leaves a fuzzy, warm aftertaste in you for the next few minutes before you forget what the dream was even about.

You don’t know how to name it. Not just yet.

“And you say you have no feelings for me,” you chuckle, teasing the man.

“I never said I didn’t,” he hums, almost making you stop in your tracks. Your heart jumps in your ribcage, a foreign, dangerous taste of adrenaline making itself present in your body.

“So you’re saying you do?”

The male sighs. “I mean…”

It’s what he always does. He throws you a bait, and then catches you on it like you’re some sort of a clueless goldfish. You blame your inexperience with romance for the lack of critical thinking– or at least now you do. He never really tells you how he really feels, what he really thinks. You always have to drag it out of him, beg him on your knees to tell you what goes on in his brain.

“You mean what?” you drag, impatiently.

“I mean, I knew I was going to meet someone while I’m here, but after the first time we hung out… I knew that it was going to end up this way,” he says, all ominous.

You hum. 

“And I think you felt the same way,” he adds.

You hum again– pretending you understand. Believing you do. Because what else could his words mean? What else– if not feelings, real feelings, deeper than whatever you two put on in front of his friends and acquaintances? Hell, you know you care for him deeper than you let on. You didn’t think you realized before, but the disgusting romantic liquid pumping in your veins right now only approves of the suspicion. 

You fell for Lee Juyeon. 

Somewhere between the drunken nights full of laughter, Netflix shows long forgotten in the background as his lips explore you and his arms hold you tight, you fell for a man you hardly even know.

You fell for a man you met at a bad, boring Halloween party and cringed over his texts when he followed you on Instagram the morning after. You fell for the man that shared cigarettes with you, obnoxiously sang along to the songs on the radio, told you constantly how good you smelled and how much he loved your body (making you both confident, but also more insecure to be loved in any way beyond your curves and crevices as time moved forward). You fell for the man that made you play videogames with him and let you rant about your dad. You fell for the man that complimented your brain whenever he heard about your studies. For the man that joked around with his friends. For the man that sent you Instagram reels in the dead of the night, the man whose terrible sleeping schedule you learnt by memory the same way you could make the journey to his dormitory, up the elevator and straight into his bedsheets with your eyes closed. 

But most importantly, you fell for the man that is here for one semester only– a man you’ll one day walk to his flight back home.

Still, you giggle as you two reach the gate of your dorm, waiting for the other couple to catch up to you as they laugh at each other’s jokes somewhere in the distance. 

“Your 30 or my 30? Because that’s a big difference, y’know,” you tease him, never letting the 4 years laying in between you two die. 

He shakes his head, laughing. “You choose,” he mumbles before he leans in and captures your lips in a tender kiss.

In this moment, there’s nothing else in this world, just you two. You two and the empty promise, the rain buzzing around you, the taste of nicotine and redbull on his lips. Just his hands on your waist, your soaring heart and the weight of your curfew (that’s in 5 minutes) breathing down your neck.

There’s no flight back home in February. There’s no silence on his end of the line during most of the day, no 24-hour wait for a reply to your messages. There’s no teasing looks from his dormmates whenever you walk with him to the communal kitchen, making you wonder just how much your name is thrown around the building. There’s no empty feeling in your stomach every time you take the train home– both from being away from the town that connects you two, and also from the lack of knowledge when you’ll see him again, because Juyeon was never the one to set exact times in stone. He never took the effort to plan your dates or let you know in advance. Meeting him was always rushed, last-minute and begged out from you. 

There’s no trip with him in January, because it hasn’t happened yet. There’s no sinking feeling in your stomach as you lay awake next to him in one bed in the dead of the night, listening to his snores, wondering what you’ve done wrong and why you’re not enough for him. There’s no sentences uttered out from his lips you overthink and replay in your brain over and over again, wondering what they meant– like that time he got asked if you were his girlfriend, and he had it in him to reply “Kinda”. There’s no polaroids you keep on your wall until March when you decide it’s time to move on. There’s no talk on the balcony that you’ll always miss– because it had the best view of the town you grew to feel at home in– the talk where you confronted him with what he said tonight, asking him if he really had feelings for you and wondering what he truly meant if they weren’t love. There’s no belief that a body to hold is all you’ll ever be to someone, tainted with the sweet words he said to keep you at his reach. There’s no crying during Christmas break because you think he grew tired of you, because he started to put in less and less effort, because you suddenly started to see the relationship for what it was and not for what you wanted it to be. There’s no text on New Years, because it never happened, and also no text on your birthday, because he never cared enough to remember the date.

There’s no broken promises to keep in touch after he lands back home. You don’t know that he’ll change his number without you knowing yet, you’re not aware that all the memories you had with him meant more to you than to him– just a distraction, an experience abroad he took them for. And you know it’s not his fault– because he never lied to you, never really did anything to betray your trust– you just let yourself fall for the one person you shouldn’t have, for the one person you never should’ve gotten caught up with in the first place.

There’s no tears and broken hearts and memorabilia in your dorm room made of all the things he left you because they didn’t fit into his suitcase. There’s no feeling of him getting everything he wanted and leaving you here stuck on him. There’s no message from his roommate telling you he wasn’t good enough for you after they left. 

In this moment, there’s just you two and this moment. The realization. The sudden knowledge that this is it, this is how falling in love feels like.

For now, you don’t think you want to know if the feeling flows both ways. 

Maybe it would be for the better if you never even found out in the first place.

[rrxnjun]

THEME: slowburn

week twenty-seven: 6.1.-11.1.2025

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme SLOWBURN. Some of us just love reading about characters that take a painfully long amount of time to get together. Celebrate your favorite mini novels of tumblr with us this week by recommending all of the slowburn fics that put even Jane Austin on a run for her money. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: best of 2024

week twenty-six: 30.12.2024-4.1.2025

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme BEST OF 2024. With the year ending and many amazing works posted to this website, we decieded to celebrate the ones that have pulled on your heartstrings the most. The ones that just have a special place in your heart - no matter the genre. Submit your favourite works of this year in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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[rrxnjun]

i have not been here in a long time, but i have nowhere else to go to. i feel so helpless with everything going on in my life the last two years. things have not been in my favor. please help me get through at least the end of the year. i literally only have less than $20 USD in my account right now. i’d appreciate any amount.

[rrxnjun]

THEME: FROZEN

week twenty-five: 9.12.-14.12.2024

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme FROZEN. December is here and so is the cold weather! Ice skating, building a snowman together, having a snowball fight, or simply having a little ski trip getaway - all apply! Celebrate the winter seazon with us with your favorite winter themed fanfics. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: DANCE

week twenty-four: 2.12. - 7.12.2024

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme DANCE. There is nothing quite as attractive as someone moving to the rhythm. Doesn't matter if it's a professional dancer, your weekly samba instructor, or simply a teammate from your school's dance team – all should be celebrated with your favorite works about dancing. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

week twenty-three: 25.11.-30.11.2024

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND. Your older brother has a friend that you somehow can't get your eyes off of? Has he seen you grow up and still fell for you when you two break into adulthood? The thrill of sneaking around, but also the sweetness of the gentle care– they all apply. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

week twenty-three: 25.11.-30.11.2024

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND. Your older brother has a friend that you somehow can't get your eyes off of? Has he seen you grow up and still fell for you when you two break into adulthood? The thrill of sneaking around, but also the sweetness of the gentle care– they all apply. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

week twenty-three: 25.11.-30.11.2024

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND. Your older brother has a friend that you somehow can't get your eyes off of? Has he seen you grow up and still fell for you when you two break into adulthood? The thrill of sneaking around, but also the sweetness of the gentle care– they all apply. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: TO MY FIRST

week twenty-one: 17.11.24 - 23.11.24

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme TO MY FIRST. There is something so special about the ones that captured our hearts first. Come celebrate love with us by sending in your favorite works that include all sorts of first times - first loves, first kisses, first love making, or something more unconventional like first frat party, they all apply. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: IDIOTS IN LOVE

week twenty-one: 11.11.24 - 16.11.24

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme IDIOTS IN LOVE. Mutual pining, years of slowburn and moments where both of them are so oblivious you want to facepalm at the main characters? Appreciate all sweetness with us with your favorite fics where the characters are sweetly in love, but too unaware to realize it's reciprocated. Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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THEME: MIDTERMS

week nineteen: 4.11.24 - 9.11.24

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme MIDTERMS. The trenches of school are hitting all of us really hard right now, and even though us admins believe in the academic abilities of all of you, there can always be times where you're lacking and need some help. All tutor aus, fanfics about study sessions, project partners, school hardships, or a spark that comes from interaction with classmates are welcome! Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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[rrxnjun]

Posted a jake drabble onto sohnric! :]

'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in. /

starting univeristy with you has jake tumbling into a big, irrational fear of losing you to all the new cool kids in your orbit. little does he know, you'd always be rather stuck with him instead.

pairing: jake sim x fem! reader

genre: best friends to ?, fluff, slice of life. domestic and so cutesy i wanna cry. jake is an insecure wet puppy in this i wanna hold him☹️ nerdy shy introverted jakey!!!!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: building legos with jake is my deepest life dream 💔 thank you as always for beta reading my belovedest!!! @csenke

Eyes drifting from the small words and lined artwork in the manual to the crown of your head as you look down on the little building materializing right in your hands and then straight towards the wall behind you, Jake is almost too painfully aware of the time on the clock as you sit on top of his bed, enveloped by his red hoodie rather than the clothes he helped you pick out when you two went shopping together earlier in the day, chewing on the inside of his cheek and wondering when the time will come and you will leave his room to go do something better, something more exciting.

He curses himself in his head for being the way he is. For not being cool enough, for not being social enough to hold big parties he could invite you to, much like Lee Heeseung did, fitting snugly into your tonight’s schedule. For not being bold enough to flirt with you like all the new guys you’ve been meeting since the two of you got into university. For not telling everyone he is interested in you when they first asked him the question upon meeting the two of you in your shared classes. 

For not being loud and casual and funny like Jay is. For being nerdy and boring and maybe even a little shy. 

He curses himself out in his head for everything that makes him him, for everything he cannot change. It’s only been a few weeks since you two started university, and he already grew fifteen times more insecure than he was before– all because the painful realization that you won’t be around him, by his side forever, finally settled in after orientation– when he noticed the way you carry yourself and how it catches the eyes of many, and not just his.

It’s too late now to do anything, though. He will have to watch you slip from between his fingertips, he’s fully aware. Because you were invited to Lee Heeseung’s party– an upperclassman’s party– and an opportunity like this doesn’t get declined. 

The more he’s hypnotizing the clock on the wall, though, the more he’s concerned about the fact that you’re still residing in his dorm room instead of Lee Heeseung’s frat. And although he hates to see you leave, he doesn’t have it in him to stop his curiosity as he asks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be… like… on your way to Heeseung’s now?” he asks, voice coated with shyness mixed with curiosity, hating every single word that came out of his mouth.

“Hm?” you hum, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, a gaze that makes the boy immediately turn his head away and face his hands instead. “Oh, I dunno…” you trail off, not really giving him much of an explanation.

Jake furrows his eyebrows, confused. “Why?”

Out of the periphery of his vision, he sees you shrug. “I don’t really feel like going.”

This sentence alone makes the boy’s mood immediately a thousand times better. He can’t show it on his face, though– that would surely raise some red flags for you. Knowing he can’t face you because you can read him too well, he avoids all possible eye contact as he focuses on the Lego scattered all across his blanket.

“Suddenly?” he hums. “You bought a whole new outfit for it, though..?” A whole new outfit that you looked great in, Jake mentally grunts. A whole new outfit to show off in in front of Lee Heeseung, a whole new outfit that hugs your figure just right and makes Jake’s heartbeat quicken, his palms sweating as you twirled in the clothes outside of the changing room back at the store, asking him how you look.

“I can wear those clothes anywhere,” you snicker. “I dunno, Jake, I think I changed my mind about the party…”

Don’t show any emotion. Don’t look happy about it, Jake has to remind himself. Stay cool, calm and collected.

“Why?” He has a lot of questions.

“Well, first of all, I don’t really know these people,” you say, laughing to yourself. Jake could argue with the fact that Park Sunghoon, his new roommate for the year that you met a load of times before since you hang out with Jake in his room often, would be there– he doesn’t, though. He listens to you as you continue. “I doubt I’d have fun there if I don’t know anyone.”

“I think meeting new people is kinda the point of a party, though, isn’t it?” he notes, earning a soft chuckle out of you.

“I guess… But I dunno, I think the moment I got to your room and we started building these, I was completely sold on just staying over and hanging out with you instead,” you mumble, tone of voice soft and tender, making Jake’s stomach buzz with a thousand fireflies, lighting up his intestines and making him warm all over.

He prays it doesn’t mirror on his cheeks. There’s nothing to blush about in such a simple statement, after all.

“Oh,” is the only thing that leaves his mouth, taking the new information in.

You chose to build Lego with him over going to one of the biggest frat parties of the year? You chose to hang out with him over Lee Heeseung? All of it is making Jake’s fingertips buzz with excitement, a satisfied smile begging to jump onto his cheeks– he keeps suppressing it, though. He’ll keep the celebrations to himself, after you leave.

“Besides,” you clear your throat, “I think it was rude of them to not… not invite you as well, y’know,” you note, shrugging, all nonchalant. 

Jake’s ears start ringing. He didn’t think you’d mention it– he didn’t even think you paid it much mind. 

He wasn’t bitter about not being invited to all the big, cool parties. He made a few new friends already, and they aren’t going either– it’s not like Lee Heeseung and his group are the only acquaintances he could hang out with. It stinged a little when he realized your new friend group was so much different to the one he was building for himself– merely because the fear of watching you detach yourself from him after seeing just how uncool he really is compared to all the fun, outgoing people you surround yourself with nowadays was too much for him to handle.

“Well, they are your friends, not mine,” he shrugs. “And I’m not exactly the party type,” he justifies.

“Well, no,” you admit, “but the invitation would’ve been nice anyway. You’re my best friend, of course I would wanna bring you along.”

Jake chuckles at your words. He’s your best friend– and something about that makes him both overjoyed and a little defeated at the same time.

“Y/N, look, I won’t be mad if you still wanna go. You don’t have to stay with me–”

“But I want to,” you cut him off, finally forcing the boy to meet your eyes. You smile at him all soft and gentle, making Jake melt away and bashfully grin at your hurried argument. “I’m having much more fun building these with you than getting drunk with Lee Heeseung in a frat somewhere, trust me.”

As if to further prove your point, you nestle a little in your place and stretch your legs out as you plop your back against the perpendicular wall, landing your limbs right into Jake’s lap. The boy swallows at the sudden act of affection from you, instinctively resting his forearms against your shins as he continues to work on the Lego set you two picked out together in the mall.

If there’s one thing Jake enjoys doing the most, it’s Lego. His impressive collection stayed back home, though, so you insisted that he has to get at least one set to build to display in his dorm room as well. Convincing him was hard only until you told him you will get one as well and build it with him eventually– not really knowing just yet that the time would come the same day, later in the evening.

The boy lets himself relax once the idea of you leaving any minute and forgetting all about him and the bond you two have is disapproved of by your own words. Eyes involuntarily landing on your face every few seconds and the relaxing, yet heart-palpitation inducing humming of a song unfamiliar to him are preventing him from fully focusing on the Lego set in his hands, making him fall behind. The realization of the fact has you furrowing your eyebrows at him once you finish building up the blocks in your own hands, shifting in your position so now you’re sitting back next to him, legs still hovering over his– making you basically sit in his lap– as you speak up close to his face, having the boy’s ears ring and palms sweat, clammy with the bricks in between his fingertips.

“What’s taking you so long? I swear I witnessed you building that huge Star Wars ship faster than this little thing,” you giggle, taking a block from the little hoard of them on the blanket in front of you two into your hands and offering it to the boy.

“Dunno,” he mumbles, swallowing hard as you help him build up the little structure, hands tangling with his, skin brushing against skin, the scent of your shampoo hitting him in the nose. 

It only takes you two a couple more minutes to finish building the little structure– since the Lego sets you bought were similar, which meant you already knew what you were doing– and as the Lego flowers sit right at Jake’s feet, he lets himself admire them for a bit. 

“You should put them on your table there,” you prompt, pointing towards the desk under the window that’s sitting right opposite of Jake’s bed. “I think it would look super cute.”

Jake nods. He thinks he’d agree with anything that ever comes out of your mouth.

“Put this one next to it,” you snicker as you drag your own Lego set into his point of vision, the sakura flowers making Jake’s poor heart jump, twisting his head to face you.

“Huh?” he voices out. “But that’s yours.”

You shrug. “I bought it for you, ‘cause you like Legos so much,” you hum. “Besides, you can always think of me when you see it on your desk,” you nod.

That’s a silly idea. Jake always thinks of you.

“But you bought it with your own money, you can’t just–”

“Watch me,” you laugh as you scramble to your feet, taking both of the Lego plants and putting them into the corner of the desk, to the opposite end than his lamp is situated, admiring your interior design work.

Jake quickly follows you with a pout on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sentiment, no– he just really dislikes the idea of you spending money on him. 

“Y/N, you spent money on that! I thought you were getting it so we could match and–”

You spin towards him, making the boy’s breathing hitch in his throat. It seems he didn’t successfully estimate the proximity of his body to yours as he was trying to take the Lego off the table, earning himself only a few centimeters between his and your face. Looking at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging agape– unknowingly making himself seem like an eager, adorable puppy– he can’t help it but let his eyes roam all over your features.

“You can buy me a real plant and I’ll keep that one on my desk, how about that?” you ask him sweetly, raising your brows at him and sending him that cute, cunning smile. 

Something about you right in this moment is making Jake’s blood boil hotter, your composure teasing, daring. The second your arms sneak around his neck, he’s a goner– he can’t think of anything else besides your sheer existence and how that alone makes him feel. What’s worse, he can’t put his attention anywhere but to your soft, plump lips. 

He thinks he’s going crazy. This is insane. If you like playing with him, then he’s happy enough to be your toy– anything but letting you go is good in his eyes.

He doesn’t allow himself to move. Having you like this is already enough for him– it’s far more intimate than anything he’s experienced with you, with anyone ever before– and it’s just a simple hug, goddamn it. You’re breathing the same air as you let your forehead rest against Jake’s, the action alone making him feel weak in his knees, a fit of fireworks erupting in his stomach harder than the New Year’s celebrations. 

He’s trying hard not to think about kissing you right now. Not because he doesn’t want to– no, he just believes you don’t want to. 

Because this is just what friends do on Friday evenings, right? 

Don’t get your hopes up, Jake thinks. You just finished building Lego together– how much of a loser can you really be?

Not enough to stop himself from imagining, it seems. 

Because your face moving towards his with unstoppable force can only ever be a dream– one he’s had far too many nights, far too often than he’d like to admit to himself. 

It feels so real, though? He almost lets himself believe it. He almost lets himself indulge in the fantasy– perhaps even make it a reality– before the bubble bursts itself and all his hopes and dreams with the sound of the door opening, making you jump away from him.

You should’ve locked the door, Jake curses at himself. Actually, no– that would be weird.

Either way, he can’t help but roll his eyes when he hears the voice of Park Sunghoon break the silence. 

“Yo, Y/N, are you coming or not? Heeseung texted me to ask about you. I can give you a lift, if you wanna, but I’m leaving, like, right now, so– did I interrupt something?” the taller boy finally realizes after you send him an annoyed look, the question so deadpan it has Jake cringing at the words.

“Yeah, no,” you clear your throat, dropping your arms and putting some space between you and Jake. “Uhm– I… I’m not going tonight. Thanks, though.”

“So you’re staying behind with that nerd?” Sunghoon asks, a teasing glint in his grin. Jake doesn’t know if he should be taking it personally.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Hanging with the nerd tonight,” you joke, looking behind your shoulder. The gaze you send Jake is softer, more tender than he imagined– something about it making heat crawl to all crevices of his body and making him immensely embarrassed, as he knows there is a blush very apparent and unhidable on his cheeks right now.

Sunghoon nods. After taking one last look between the two of you, the male shrugs. “Alright, then. Have fun!” he says as he turns to leave. Jake thinks the torture is finally over and he gets to be alone with you again, before his roommate spins on his heel and sends you two another shit-eating grin. “Can at least one of you text me if I should find a place to sleep tonight, though? I wouldn’t wanna interrupt again in case you end up–”

“Get out!” you yelp, chasing after the man, threatening him with your fists and kicks.

Jake feels like burying himself alive under the cold ground and disappearing. Curse Park Sunghoon, Lee Heeseung and all the cool kids in school– because it seems that one way or another, they always have a way of keeping you from him. 

[rrxnjun]

THEME: HALLOWEEK

week nineteen: 28.10.24 - 2.11.24

Send in your fic recommendations that fit the theme HALLOWEEK. Ghosts, skeletons, demons and vampires - it's that week of the year when everything scary is celebrated. Doesn't matter if your favorite fic is full of supernatural themes, or includes just a mere Halloween party - all apply! Submit your favourite works of this week's theme in our inbox! Make sure to link the correct work, so we can share it for more people's enjoyment. You may also send the name of the work and the author's username if you aren't able to send the link! All groups are welcome!

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