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KIDULT COLLECTION —-—-— soulmates.

꒰ synopsis ꒱ changmin just can't stop calling your name in the midst of stargazing

꒰ pairing ꒱ daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader

꒰ genre ꒱ pure fluff, may be considered slightly angsty to kidult readers

꒰ word count ꒱ 1.2k+

‘ author's note!! 🍃 — this is the first addition to the kidult collection!! proper knowledge of my fic kidult is preferred, but won't be required in order to enjoy this oneshot. contains no kidult spoilers, so enjoy reading <3

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“Y/N?”

Although his arm is firmly looped around your torso, Changmin’s eyes remain entranced by the lights shimmering in the sky. The glitter from the stars reflect through the depths of his pupils, but you don’t even notice the sight considering you currently have your nose buried into the crook of his neck with heavy eyelids.

Sitting on the ground of the parking lot in the middle of the night surely has its flaws, especially considering the cold breeze that would generously hit your skin every other second, but they could never compare to the beauty the starry night provides.

When you sleepily respond to him with a hum and a tug on his shirt, he pulls you closer under his arm and makes sure the blanket is snug over your shoulders. After the action, he continues to stay silent for a few minutes while looking heavenwards. You don’t question it due to your lack of consciousness, but the reappearance of his voice makes you stir.

“Y/N?” he whispers rather sheepishly due to repeating himself. Changmin tears his gaze away from the sight to look at you, and somehow the light in his eyes refuses to disperse.

He nudges your cheek with his index finger in an attempt to pry you out of your impending slumber, and your half-assed hum returns. You shove his hand out of your face, and your chin instinctively finds refuge on his shoulder while you rub your eyes awake. He waits for you to have your eyes fully opened before leaning in to plant a kiss on your nose.

“I have a question,” he murmurs.

“Well I would assume so after you said my name twice, dummy,” you huff. You shift to sit up and give him a playful shove, distancing him from you. “You always do this.”

Changmin whines at the unexpected attack and more so loss of contact, resulting in him outstretching his arms like a toddler.

“Do what?” he questions while feigning confusion.

“Say my name multiple times before actually telling me what you want to say.” You fake resentment by crossing your arms only to fall for his puppy-like pout immediately after. You move back into his embrace, and Changmin, satisfied, wraps his arms firmly around you once more.

Concern slowly becomes etched upon your features when you begin to overthink, wondering if he wasn’t feeling okay. You reach up to cup one of his cheeks while analyzing his gaze, a frown making its way onto your face.

“Is everything alright?”

He doesn’t respond, and instead he begins to brush strands of hair out of your face. He tucks them behind your ear, and the warm smile on his lips leaves you reassured.

Changmin reaches for your blanket and brings it back over your shoulders to keep you warm, making sure it covers you properly. You fight against it, though, and grab a part of the blanket yourself to bring over his shoulders as well, having you both shielded from the cold.

He flushes at what you’re doing, keeping his head down. When you finish with adjusting the blanket, you give his lips a quick kiss. He returns it with another of his own and presses one against your forehead as well, resting his head on yours right after. The comfortable atmosphere returns, leaving you at ease despite the silence you’re receiving from Changmin, so you focus on listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

“Y/N?” he tries again, and this time his voice is even softer, lighter, if possible.

Like earlier, you reply with a hum and shift to have your eyes connected with his. Despite the darkness, the stars in the sky continue to provide all the light you need to see the face you’ve fallen for. The sight leaves you breathless, in all honesty, and you’re able to detail the glossiness of his eyes and the curves of his cheeks.

“Do you…do you believe in soulmates?” he asks while sounding quite strained. There’s a slight stutter in his voice to show his hesitance, but you reach to hold one of his hands to keep him at ease.

“I guess…? I don’t really know, Jichang.” You pause, and he watches you with curious eyes. “I never thought about it, but…after meeting you, it’s hard to say no to that question.”

His gaze falls down to your hand as he tries to hide the wide smile growing on his face, fidgeting with your fingers while you laugh. You don’t know it, but the sound makes his heart flutter, only leaving him more flustered. He blames the topic of conversation, but you don’t mind the randomness at all. You mirror him in every way possible with your head hanging low as you can’t even bear to look at him unless you want a bunch of butterflies to burst in your stomach.

“Why? Do you believe in soulmates?” you ask, wiggling your fingers while he brushes the pads of his fingers over your knuckles.

He nods and then speaks again.

“Do you believe in having multiple soulmates, then?”

Your brow arches at the follow up question. “Multiple soulmates?”

“Yeah.”

With a sigh, you lean backwards a bit to process his words. You halt your thought process to admire how Changmin currently looks. He’s always been a bright person, especially in the daycare, so it’s rare to see him in a vulnerable, lighthearted state. Frankly enough, you consider him to be Sunwoo’s and Eric’s long-lost triplet, but seeing him right now has you convinced he’s letting out his thoughts; something he’s been working on ever since the very day he returned.

“Well, since a soulmate can be anyone, whether it be a lover, friend or family, then yeah, I do believe in having multiple soulmates,” you properly respond.

The gentleness in his features, his actions, his gaze, has you melting, and he allows your fingers to rest by setting them in his lap.

“That makes me really glad to hear,” he whispers.

You laugh lightheartedly at his response. “Why?”

“I mean, if you think about it, we’d be soulmates, right?” He looks up at you for confirmation, and when you nod, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against your fingers before continuing. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and don’t get me wrong, I love having you as my one and only, but it doesn’t feel right ro say that you’re my only soulmate.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you tease, poking his chest repeatedly. “Are you saying you have other soulmates? How many other soulmates would you say you have?”

The shake of your head makes him grin without control, and he grabs your hand to interlace your fingers with his.

“Excluding you? Ten. Ten soulmates.”

His gaze darts back up to the sky, reminding you of the stars that accompany your little date. There aren’t many from what he sees, but it’s enough.

Ten children at one daycare may be considered a small amount, but it will forever be enough to both you and him.

No matter what, they always seem to be by your sides—even if they are in the form of stars.

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PRINCESS’ JOURNAL — a lee juyeon smau

act four: mrs lee

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- — synopsis ⋆ the transfer student overtakes your position as captain on the swim team right when he's recruited, causing a rivalry to form between the two of you

— - pairing ⋆ swimmer!hyunjae x genderneutral!reader

- — genre ⋆ slice of life, slightly suggestive

— - warnings ⋆ profanities, slightly suggestive

- — word count ⋆ 1.5k

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CHAPTER WRITTEN BY : hvae

The click of the door echoes throughout the hallways of the recreational center when it scans the card you’re holding up to the sensor, providing you entry into the swimming facility. The tranquil ripples from the pools greets you, and the glistening blue of the water reflecting off the ceiling becomes the first thing you notice as you walk in. The second thing that catches your attention is the loud splash that fills the room, crashing its way into your eardrums.

Through the dim lights is a figure submerged in one of the bigger pools of the facility, and the stranger easily resurfaces after his dive with a follow-up freestyle stroke, completely unaware of your newly added presence. As his feet kick against the water, your eyes are busy tracing his every movement. You attempt to make your way over to your undesignated bench as discreetly as possible, eyes unable to remove themselves from the stranger in the pool when you toss your towel aside. Your hands begin to rest on your hips as you watch, chin jutted out as you observe the motions of his arms.

As the captain of the swim team, the pressure to be the best has never faltered in the past two years you’ve been in college. This causes you to grow accustomed to entering the swimming facility early in the morning to practice. Five AM, to be exact, so it’s safe to say that you’re slightly startled by the extra presence in the facility. Though, your facial expression shows no sense of being bothered as all you choose to do is examine the way his limbs work to get him across the pool. The stranger is neither wearing goggles nor a swim cap, leading you to believe that he is just like any other student that attended CKU.

Now, would a regular college student enter the swimming facility at this time of day? Most likely not, but you’ve disregarded any logical reasoning as you’re positive that he isn’t on the swimming team; your swimming team. Unfortunately, the way his strokes easily take him across the pool has yourself nearly convinced otherwise.

When he reaches the end of the wall, his hands clutch the edge with a heaving chest. His momentary break has you spotting a glimpse of the features that have been sculpted onto his face, and not so long after, you’re analyzing his attractiveness as well. It surely helps when he glides a hand through his dark locks, exposing his soaked forehead before hoisting his arm over the gutter, pushing himself out of the water.

No words are shared when your eyes meet, and his sharp eyes have you gulping. His towering figure makes the lanyard feel heavier around your neck, and it’s to the point where you feel as if it would grow tangled with the necklace accompanying it. The pendant connected to the chain glows a beige blue—one that signifies tranquillity—as the stranger approaches you, and you’re able to catch sight of his soulmate jewel on a band around his finger. The jewel illuminates the same color as yours, but you don’t think much of it when he stands next to you.

��I wasn’t expecting company,” he comments nonchalantly, grabbing the towel that sat besides yours.

“And neither was I,” you scoff.

He’s looking at you while he blots his face with the material, eyes refusing to move from you. This causes him to easily catch sight of how you’re taken aback by the sudden closeness of his displayed torso in front of you, making a grin waltz its way onto his lips ever so gracefully. He roughly runs his towel through his hair, scrubbing it while the silence returns.

Meanwhile, you have chosen to take off your lanyard, tucking the membership id into your towel before interrogating him.

“I’m assuming it’s your first time here.”

The bold claim has one of his brow’s arching, slowing his movements.

“What makes you say that?”

“Lucky guess,” you blatantly lie—and he catches it instantly—but you couldn’t have cared less.

Instead of rebutting, he watches as you hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head. The removal of outer clothes has left him completely flustered, especially when you toss the piece of clothing at his chest. His eyes have visibly grown wider with a sense of confusion on what to do, and you’re having a hard time holding yourself back from laughing.

“First time seeing someone ‘strip’,” you outwardly joke. “Or are you just scared of a swimmer in a swimsuit?”

Your taunt visibly has him allured, the poor stranger frozen in his spot as your lips work up a grin of your own.

“It isn’t, in fact,” he mutters, clearly speaking to reassure himself. He clears his throat right after, tossing both his towel and your shirt aside on the bench. “And for your information, I am not scared of a swimmer in a swimsuit.”

His latter claim has him almost snorting at what he’d just said, left in utter disbelief over the effect you have over him.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go for a swim.” You take a few steps backwards as you jab your thumb over to the pool the stranger has just left before diving into the water, not giving him a chance to react.

It takes you a second to open your eyes under the water, adjusting to the blinding lights that illuminated the pool. When you resurface, you somewhat expected the stranger to have left by now, but he resumes to stand in his place, his feet truly rooted to the ground.

You swim up to the edge before bringing your arms over the gutter, and your simple gaze is enough to urge him over.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, slow footsteps making their way over to you.

“I don’t see why not,” you hum in response. The corners of your lips curl into a wicked grin when he dips his toes in the water, clearly hesitant to join you.

Choosing to be playful, you use your feet to kick away from the wall, pushing yourself away from him as he enters the pool. You laugh when you see his face of shock, and eventually he’s swimming after you.

His sheepish demeanor surely diminishes when he has you against one of the walls, trapping you. He’s breathing heavily as he locks his gaze with yours, but his eyes eventually become solely focused on the smirk lingering on your parted lips.

Your glassy eyes are clearly mirroring his, and the next thing you know, the stranger is leaning forward to capture your lips in his.

You comply almost instantly, tossing your arms over his neck as he hooks an arm around your waist, bringing you closer into his embrace. His other hand is gripping onto the edge of the pool, keeping you anchored to the wall behind you.

And for the mere second your lips are locked, the soulmate pendants you both wear are adorned with a blooming shade of pink that goes completely missed.

When he disconnects his lips from yours in order to briefly draw for air, you firmly clasp your hand over the back of his neck, keeping him close. Your head tilts to the side as if to initiate another kiss, but this time he’s quick to part away, dragging his lips down your neck. Passion intertwines with lust as his saliva glides across your skin, his kisses desperately making their way to your shoulder. You’re playing with the wet strands of hair that stood on his nape, breath hitched in your throat.

“Never took you as the type to hook up with the captain of the swim team,” you murmur, tucking strands of hair behind his ear.

“What type do I seem like?” He pulls away from your skin after giving your lips a peck, looking at you with slight curiosity.

You shrug, keeping your arms on his shoulders as you thought. “I’d take you as the shy type. Timid.”

He smiles, but this time, it seems forced. The stranger then scoffs before pulling away immediately after. The pink on your pendant fades and is replaced with a light shade of red: an introduction to anger.

The same shade falls on his ring when you find yourself mirroring his exact expression, eyebrows furrowed as you watch him leave the pool.

“Are you saying I’m wrong?” you ask after trailing his actions, grabbing your towel from the bench to dry yourself off.

He does the same, tossing your shirt back your way whilst avoiding your question all together.

“It’s just, such a shame,” he sighs, clicking his tongue. His response is rather dry, and he’s not even facing you as he slips on his flip flops.

“Huh? What is?”

You watch as he heads for the door, and you're hesitant on what to do, confused over whether your words had pissed him off.

But then he turns around, and out of all the things he could’ve done, he shoots you his infamous, yet also disingenuous, smile—the one that has your heart fluttering for miles—before being utterly stomped on when his response slip past the lips you kissed.

“How you’ll no longer be the captain of the swim team.”

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- — synopsis ⋆ the transfer student overtakes your position as captain on the swim team right when he's recruited, causing a rivalry to form between the two of you

— - pairing ⋆ swimmer!hyunjae x genderneutral!reader

- — genre ⋆ college swimming au, soulmates au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, humor. more to be added

— - warnings ⋆ profanities, suggestive. more to be added

- — word count ⋆ n/a

SUFFOCATING IS A WRITTEN COLLABORATION SERIES BETWEEN BOTH VAE AND MATTY. WE WILL BE ALTERNATING CHAPTERS AS THE SERIES CONTINUES, AND WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS JOURNEY JUST AS MUCH AS WE DO

ONGOING : MONDAY UPDATES

일 — - CHAPTER ONE

이 - — CHAPTER TWO

삼 — - CHAPTER THREE

사 - — CHAPTER FOUR

오 — - CHAPTER FIVE

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PRINCESS’ JOURNAL — a lee juyeon smau

act three : bruno mars (typo in slide 2: **main office)

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PRINCESS’ JOURNAL — a lee juyeon smau

act two : furry arc

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PRINCESS’ JOURNAL — a lee juyeon smau

act one : tobiah

warnings: talks about death (not to be taken or made seriously)

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PRINCESS’ JOURNAL — a lee juyeon smau [ONGOING]

(cw: uses she/her pronouns)

lights down and drumroll !

starring… theatre students juyeon x f!reader with a tinge of hyunjae

IN WHICH creker uni has it’s notable theatre students : lee juyeon and y/n. not only are they famed for their gifted skills, students of creker uni can never get a break from their petty squabbles !

what happens if juyeon gets his hands on y/n’s diary and finds out about her crush on his best friend ?? find out on princess’ journal !

genre… enemies2idiots2lovers, academic rivalry, matchmaking

updating schedule… random

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juyeon’s understudies | #ShootersforSharpay

act…

one | two | three | four | five…

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Jaemin’s the most popular guy on campus. Having a body count almost equal to the number of students there, he's sure he can get whoever he wants in bed. That is until a stubborn, fashion student refuses him.

genre: fluff, angst.

warnings: mentions of sex, insults, jaemin is a fuckboy duh

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Saturday mornings. Jaemin loved waking up to the smell of pancakes, freshly made by one of his frat brothers, Jeno.

“Morning, sunshine. Had fun last night?” He had a smug grin while flipping the pancakes, proud at the perfect, golden tone they'd acquired.

“Were we too loud?” Jaemin sat in front of the kitchen island, grabbing an apple to chew on while Jeno poured the last bits of the mix into the sizzling pan.

“I think she has been one of the loudest ones yet.” He lowered the heat, turning around to properly see the black-haired boy. “Sounded like you were killing her or something.”

“I was just taking our some stress and she happened to be extremely sensitive. She started whining after the first round.” He tsked, grabbing an apple to chew on while Jeno finished cooking breakfast.

“I don't want to know about your sexual life, thank you very much.” Giving one last flip to the perfect circles, he finally placed them on top of the high tower of pancakes. “So...I heard someone rejected you last night.”

“She was just playing hard to get. You’ll see her walking out of my room next week, tops.”

“I don't think so, Jaems.” Jeno sat beside him, placing the big plate between them. “It’s Moon y/n we're talking about. Her brother is the standard.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You like to fuck around. Moon Taeil, on the other hand, is a gentleman. He used to have the whole school swooning over him with just a smile.” His voice was full of admiration. “She’ll never even lay eyes on you.”

“First of all, ouch. Second, I can be versatile. Remember that church girl who wouldn't even come closer than two feet to me? We've fucked at least twice.” Jeno sighed, slightly disappointed at his friend’s antics.

“I don't mean to be nosy, but I don't think you should treat sex as a meaningless activity. Sex is basically the union between two-”

“Stop before I barf my guts out.”

No power in the world could convince Jaemin to give up booty calls and one-night stands. At least not until he started talking to you.

(...)

“C’mon, darling, I can be more fun than sewing pieces of cloth together.” That strange boy, whose name was still unknown to you, kept following you around for days.

“Call me darling again, and the next things I’ll sew together will be your lips.”

“Alright, y/n. What can I do to convince you to spend some time with me? Perhaps a box of your favorite chocolates?” A spark ignited in his heart as your fingers delicately grabbed his chin. Finally, he thought with the silliest grin on his face.

“Fuck off.”

Needless to say, his infatuation with you worsened. To his frat brothers’ surprise, he hadn't gotten his dick wet ever since he met you. Two weeks prior. A new record for the most infamous fuckboy on campus.

He tried every method he knew. Flowers, chocolates, even a self-written song, but nothing worked. He found himself more drawn to you every day, trying to improve himself to fit your impossibly high standards.

“What are you doing today? Let me take you out for dinner.”

“I wouldn't go out with you even if I had the time.” He loved how stoic your face remained with every bratty reply you spat. It was amusingly strange.

“Homework? I'll help you.”

“A project, and no, thank you.” You entered the workshop, dropping your bag on one of the seats. To your surprise, he sat down on the large table. “Are you gonna stay here?”

“If you allow me to.”

“Even if I don't, you'll stay. So suit yourself.” Just a few minutes after your arrival, you started working, pulling out big rolls of fabric from the wall and extending them over the table.

“How come you're working on a Friday evening?” He left his bag on the same chair as yours, pulling out a thick novel from inside.

“No one is here today. It's easier when I have all the materials for myself.” You dragged the blades of the scissors along the line you'd traced in the linen roll.

The room stayed silent for about fifteen minutes while you grabbed materials, making cuts here and there.

“Make yourself useful and stand up.” His eyes drifted away from the book, surprised to hear you starting a conversation. “Quickly.”

“Sure.” He adopted a soldier-like position, letting you take his measures for what he assumed would be a pair of dressing pants. He felt tingles where your hands brushed, excited to have you close enough he could smell your strong, cedarwood scent. “How much do you despise me?”

“Excuse me?” Your tone was surprised, yet, your eyes were trained on his waist, trying to get his measures correctly.

“I know you don't like me, so that seems like a more suitable question.”

“I don't like you, nor do I hate you. You simply annoy the hell out of me.”

“Would you like me if I were a bit more like your brother?” He wanted to touch those pretty eyelashes that cast shadows over the apples of your cheeks. But doing so would mean an invasion of your personal space, and he wasn't intending to lose the little progress he'd made.

“What makes you think I want someone like my brother?”

“I heard he's every girl’s ideal type.” You snorted, curving your lips in what seemed a crooked smile.

“I think you're both extreme opposites. He’s excessively chivalrous, and you're extremely promiscuous. See the problem?”

“So if I committed myself to you, would you finally accept going out with me?”

“So you know the word commitment?” Your hands retrieved from his waist to take the measures of his bum. He didn't mind having your hands there, but different from his usual confident persona, a slight blush crept up his ears.

“You can teach me.”

“Jaemin, I'm not looking for a one-night stand or a fuckbuddy. And I don't think you're willing to give up fucking every day for me.” Once all of the measures were taken, you wrote them down in a notebook.

“I would be. I don't mind having the same partner always as long as it's you.” He sat down again, crossing his legs to be more comfortable. “Speechless? Imagine how amazing I’d be if we dated.”

“I don't date people I don't trust.” He sighed, redirecting his attention to the chapter he’d left halfway read.

Silence had installed between you again, only the sound of the sewing machine and your pencil filling the space. You spent at least an hour together before he exited the room. Just as you thought he'd finally left you alone, he came back with two hot coffees.

“Here, you need to take a rest.” He allowed himself to place his hands, still warm from holding the steamy liquid, over yours, forcing them to stop their actions. “It’s cold and you need to warm them up. They’re your most prized tools.”

“Thank you.” You held back the need to clarify his sweet talk wasn't going to get him anywhere, accepting the sweet gesture. “God, this is nice.” You hummed, enjoying the warm sensation in your chest.

After a brief break, you went back to sewing and Jaemin to reading. It was already dark by the time you triumphantly rose from your seat, extending a perfect pair of linen pants identical to your original sketch. Jaemin cooed at you from his seat, extending his palm to high-five you. To his surprise, you connected your palms.

“You need me to try them on?” He offered.

“Please.”

“On one condition.” Here comes the Jaemin everyone knew, about to ask for a sexual favor in exchange- “You’ll have to use me as a model for the rest of the semester if you get an A in the assignment.”

“What? You're telling me you want to sit for hours in these uncomfortable ass chairs again?”

“You look cute when you're all concentrated.”

“You know that means giving up frat parties, right?” He nodded with his lips pursed in a smile, dragging a silent gasp from you. “Who are you, and what have you done with Jaemin?”

The urge to increase his body count was no longer as important as making you trust him. One rejection was all it took for him to finally drop his facade, and his frat brothers would be forever thankful to the person who did the impossible.

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LMAO I SAW UR TAGS HRKSMF pls i meant to inflict fluff not pain 🔨🔨🔨 I MISSED UR REACTIONS AHH

painful fluff 😔💔 sigh hopeless romantic mika has now come out 😔

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once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it, if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out 😽💞

hello 👋🏻👋🏻

OMG HI TY :(( YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AS WELL :D I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT 💗💗

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╭ ◜ ୨ kundiman ୧ ◝ ╮

tagalog -> english : a traditional, filipino love song dedicated to someone a person loves. ♡

synopsis : an encounter with a stranger at the beach leads to many more as he comforts you through nothing but his words and guitar. a strangers to lovers au. fluff w/ slight angst. 3.3k+ wc.

pairing || non-idol!guitarist!jacob x gn!reader

warnings ! ! none (:

a flutter note 💌 i hope you all enjoy this new theme update and overall this new style!! i’ve always wanted to write this imagine out and i figured now would be the best time to do so. anyone else miss the beach like me ?? T.T

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ incoming mail for . . . @luvrbin @skrtbabe @sainthwngs < thank you for your interest ! >

you felt as though it was the end of the world.

yet another failed relationship was tallied up to your ever-growing list. was it so bad that you wanted to be in love? you wanted the butterflies, the giddiness, the kisses, the late night conversations, the trials together - the good and the bad. like a herd of buffalo, you and your partner would head in the direction of any storm, getting through the worst of it together. everything would pay off because once you passed the storm, there would be a shining sun to dry you both off. it would all be worth it.

and yet, somehow, that analogy never seemed to work out. throughout every storm, there came doubt and hesitancy. eventually, someone let go and you were alone in the sunshine.

so, what is it ever really worth it?

you brought yourself to a nearby beach, figuring that the sound of the waves would roll away all the pain that clung to every ounce of your soul. the saltiness of the water mixed with familiar notes such as sunscreen and chips, bringing your soul back into the moment.

how you wished for times to be simpler; as easy as a breeze running through your hair or the withdrawal of the ocean from the sand. who made life so darn complicated?

a tear or two fell from your eyes, a result from the combination of sand being blown into them and your recent heartbreak. as you stared at the ocean through your glazed eyes, brief questions wandered by, making the feeling in your chest sink even further.

when will i be in love?

do i even deserve love?

what’s the purpose of love?

throughout every trial of love, why was there only error?

an unfamiliar voice intruded your thoughts, “that cannot just be the sand making you cry.”

you wiped your stained cheeks, quickly looking up at the stranger. he simply blinked back at you, a flat line on his lips curving into a small smile as he got your attention. his hair was slightly wavy, tousled together by the wind and you couldn’t help but notice the guitar strapped around his back. what was he up to?

“the sand can be pretty mean, you know.”

he chuckled at your response, “can i sit down with you for awhile? my friends won’t be here for some time.”

you weren’t about to automatically say ‘yes’ to this guy but, as you watched his eyes match the setting sun and swirl into a honey-brown, it entranced you enough to nod and let him sit down. he kept a little distance between you two, which was gladly appreciated.

you didn’t want some boy seeing you in your weakned state, up close and personal.

the ocean was the loudest thing on earth between you two as it crashed onto the shoreline, waiting to hear a conversation finally begin. but alas, no words could be formed. in that moment, the silent comfort of a stranger was all you seemed to need.

“i’m jacob, by the way,” he turned to you, his smile remaining unfazed, “and if you don’t want to talk, that’s okay. but, if you don’t mind, i want to sing a song to you.”

“a song? for me?”

“mhm,” he hummed, adjusting his position so that he sat cross-legged in front of you while he adjusted the strings on his acoustic, “let’s just say i dedicate this song to a special stranger that i met on the beach.”

before you could question him further, his fingers strummed away a simple and yet satisfying tune. you expected the cover to be silly to brighten up the mood but what happened was the exact opposite - and you weren’t one to complain.

matching his honey-dipped eyes, his voice seemed to soothe every discomfort that had been hurting you internally. he was a breath of fresh air, different from the saltiness of the ocean, making room for a smile to finally grace your lips. when he noticed it, it gave jacob the confidence to keep going.

maybe it was the way he sang with all his heart or the way he looked at you with so much care, as if he truly meant every sweet lyric that the song produced. it had to be the way he looked so comfortable playing the guitar, the look of home and coziness. nothing else could explain the reason why your heartbeat slowed or how every problem dissolved in his voice.

you didn’t want the moment to end so as soon as he finished his first song, you enthusiastically clapped him on and requested for another one.

“you liked it that much?”

“anyone with ears would love you, jacob,” you gently punched his shoulder, “give yourself some credit. it- no, you. you were amazing.”

he could only look down at the sand, his cheeks illuminated by a bright, pink hue as his smile spread from ear to ear. you began chanting his name, begging for an encore for that unworldly experience he gave you minutes ago.

his smile slowly dropped as he glanced at the time on his phone, “my friends should be here any minute. i’m sorry uh-“

“(y/n).”

“right. i’m sorry (y/n), but i have to go.”

of course. everything had an expiration date.

“oh, don’t worry about it,” you shooed him away nonchalantly with your hands, “go! enjoy your evening.”

“i’m really, really sorry. i would’ve stayed longer, i swear, but-“

as if it was perfect (you’d call it unfortunate) timing, you heard a couple boys yell his name and wave their hands from a distance. he sighed, “-them.”

“seriously, it’s fine. thank you for the song, it really meant a lot to me.”

he stood up, dusting the sand off his shorts and hands before extending his hand to help you up. you reacted quickly, taking it reluctantly and awkwardly coughing to try and disguise your lack of hesitancy.

“i hope i meet you again. i’d love to sing you another love song.” without another word, he kissed the hand of yours he held and walked off to his friends. your mouth fell agape, unable to call out to him or frankly move for that matter.

as the sun warmed your back and the wind knotted your hair, it didn’t seem to feel like anything to you. instead, you raised your kissed hand and smiled idiotically as you replayed jacob’s motion in your head.

maybe it was too early to be in love.

or maybe, it was about time.

weeks had passed since you last met the cute boy at the beach and maybe, just maybe, you had been visiting the sandy shoreline every day since. you never changed spots and you just waited for your guitar boy to find you again. he had to have meant what he said, right? he had to come back.

as time went on though, you only found yourself alone at the beach. a usual game of tag was being played and you seemed to be horrible at catching your opponent. the seagulls that flew above you daily probably yelped in laughter as they watched you cling onto essentially nothing, hoping for jacob to charm you once more.

enough was enough.

he isn’t coming, you scolded yourself, you’re crazy to think he’d come back for you.

a cold demeanor surfaced as you screamed at the sea, “this world is full of lying, stupid, cheating, and annoying people! no one deserves to be led on like this! it’s the bare minimum for crying out loud. make my stupid feelings turn off!”

“hey, don’t hurt your own feelings.” you flipped around at the sound of the familiar voice, hoping it wasn’t true. when you made eye contact with jacob though, your reality came crushing down.

“shi-“

“ah-ah, no swearing. i didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you were kind of hard not to hear,” he scratched the back of his neck as he smiled at the ground before reconnecting his gaze with yours, “rough day?”

“oh, you know, there are just some people that really annoy me.” and i totally was not just screaming at a body of water over you.

“totally,” he nodded his head, “i’ll just pretend that it wasn’t all directed towards me.”

“how did you know?“

“kind of obvious with the way your hands are still clenched while talking to me.” he gestured to your fists, ones you didn’t even realize you were holding. he chuckled as you released the tension in your hands and slid them into the pockets of your hoodie.

“i’m sorry for making you wait. i’ve just been busy with life and i don’t get to come to the beach often. if i knew you were waiting for me like this, i swear i would’ve come sooner.”

could you really still be angry with him after that? if anything, you had just been acting like a child who had their favorite stuffed toy ripped away from them. it wasn’t the end of the world, especially because your long-awaited stranger finally came. “i was being silly, don’t apologize. love makes us do crazy things.”

that caught jacob off guard. “love?”

“i did not mean you,” you shook your head with a laugh as he relaxed his surprised features, “i just meant like, in general. at this point, anything can make my heart skip a beat.”

“is that so?” he smirked, his oh-so-sweet eyes sparkling with mischief. something about his innocent smile completely distracted you from the sudden loss of distance between you two as he stepped forward. “then, can i kiss your forehead?”

“w-why?” you stuttered, gulping in nervousness. for the second time meeting this boy, this was at the bottom of the list of ‘things you thought would happen when you met cute guitar boy again.’

“you just look like you could use a little love.”

your stomach flipped at his response, your heart definitely beating fast enough to win you a race. after you barely managed to let out a nod, he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to the promised area. he didn’t rush things but rather, he let his lips linger there to spread their warmth. his eyes fluttered shut as you didn’t complain, breathing in your scent and admiring your presence. not wanting to push you further though, he slowly backed away and swiped his thumb over where his kiss had just been left. “i’m sorry, again. i’ll be better.”

“why are you talking like you’re my ex or something? it’s okay, i promise you just made up for everything.”

he raised an eyebrow, “hm, then, in return for that kiss, do i get something in return?”

“did you have something in mind?“

“maybe, i could have your phone number? that way, you don’t have to be alone or think i forgot about you,” he opened his cellphone and turned it towards you, “if it’s okay.”

that was more than okay. “sure!”

and, with that, your beach boy was no longer just a stranger. he didn’t leave you like the first time - in fact, he stayed long after the sunset and well over the time the stars began to twinkle up above. the two of you talked about your favorite colors, random facts, life - the whole spectrum. everything felt comfortable with him and silence was no longer something that needed to be filled.

it was naturally replaced with smiles and memories.

mornings and evenings never differed, shutting those pesky seagulls up as you found yourself falling once more. it was a feeling you tried to fight and avoid as the last thing you wanted to do was break your own heart. and yet, there you were, holding hands with a man you met a month ago, as you strolled the ocean’s shore in the early hours of the morning.

it was a morning you could no longer pretend was ‘normal.’

“what’s your favorite part of the morning?” you asked, snuggling closer to him as the wind practically encouraged you to.

“you.”

“try again before i shove you into the ocean.”

“violent, are we today?” he bumped his hip against yours, “if i go down, you’re coming with me.”

“speaking of going ‘down,’” you stopped in your tracks, unable to meet his eyes and smiled at the ocean instead, “i think i’m ‘down’ bad for someone.”

“oh?” you could hear his pain through that single syllable and for someone as quick-witted as jacob, it surprised you that he too could be quite dense. that, or, he was playing dumb. there was a chance that he didn’t feel the way you did and while that scared you, the flip side excited you. what if he was the one?

“yeah. i met him recently and he’s amazing. head-to-toe kind of perfect. he also smells great.”

“so, smelling good automatically makes a guy good? you seriously have to raise your standards.” he huffed.

“so, you think i shouldn’t confess to him?” you raised an eyebrow at him, curious to hear his advice about himself.

“if you love him, you love him. i can’t change your heart. i just hope you sincerely mean it.”

“why wouldn’t i?”

“life is like the ocean in front of us. it comes to the shore with seashells, little hermit crabs, salt - everything. it brings the unexpected and we’re supposed to cherish what we can before it’s taken away from us. sometimes, we can mistake rocks as pearls and focus our attention onto the wrong things,” jacob was tracing the sand with his bare feet now, not knowing why he was even helping you. heck, he should be taking his own advice. “no one is ever ready to fall in love, okay? but, once you do, you can’t get out. there is no exit. it becomes a strong tide you can’t escape.”

“you’re scaring me…maybe i shouldn’t tell my crush anything.”

his eyes shot up as he frantically waved his hands, “thats not what i meant at all! i just want to make sure that at the end of the day, you’re choosing what’s best for you. no one else will. you don’t always have to be brave because others tell you to. you’re only human and deserve to be loved in all the best ways.”

you attempted to distract him from the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes at his touching words as you joked, “did it hurt when you fell from the sky?”

of course though, jacob didn’t buy it and pulled down his sleeves to dry your small tears. once sufficient, he wrapped your arms around him and pulled you close. “no, but it hurts me to see you cry. if this crush of yours even makes you shed a tear, you better tell me asap. they’ll be the one to cry even harder, i promise.”

“i love you, cobie.”

it seemed to be nothing but a passing statement to him as he simply nodded into your hair, returning the statement back to you. it was a meaningful phrase and yet, it held no value. maybe it was because you said it too often.

what a mistake that had been.

“jacob bae, if you don’t put on a shirt or something right now, i swear to you, i am not taking care of you when you get sick.” you poked at your friend’s bare chest as he stuck his tongue out at you. a rather eventful situation unfolded at the beach - it rained. it was a little more than a drizzle, but enough to make jacob rush you to the nearest place of shelter. you complained it was going to pass but he was stubborn - just as he was being right now as he refused to wear another piece of clothing.

“i’m fine. you need my towel more than i do.”

you threw the soft cotton onto his lap, purposefully making sure it hit his face first. he mumbled a ‘you never listen,’ as he ran his hair through the soft fibers and eventually draped it over his shoulders. you couldn’t help but notice some droplets that slid against his bare torso and exposed arms, in which jacob noticed as well.

“have an issue?” he teased, adjusting the towel so you were granted more access to the view.

laughter left you lips a second too late as you retorted, “you wish.”

“actually, i do i have a wish. just one.”

“and that is?”

“why don’t we slow-dance in the rain?”

“weren’t you the one complaining that i was going to get sick in the rain?” you scrunched up your features, imagining the cold water slicking against your skin.

“i’m a changed man, thank you very much,” he stood up, extending his hand like deja vu from your first meeting, “please?”

words failed you as his request was fulfilled. the moment your hand intertwined with his, he practically dragged you into the open. the rain iced against your warm skin, making you curse under your breath as jacob smiled brightly. he brought you both a bit far from the shoreline but close enough to see the waves more aggressively attack the shore. however, that seemed to be the least of your worries as your heart seemed to match the thunder above. only a rumble came that was enough to scare you.

whatever it was - this feeling growing inside of you - it was getting stronger.

as jacob held you by the waist, his forehead pressed against yours and he began to sing. it wasn’t just any song - it was your favorite song. you didn’t dare interrupt him but, you couldn’t believe he remembered it.

nights ago, while sharing playlists with one another, you melted to your friend’s side as your favorite tune started to play. it was a love song, one so sweet and precious to you. it made your heart soar and it was a fantasy to hear it next to the person who made you a complete fool, in all the best ways.

throughout the weeks you got to know jacob and helplessly fall in love with his angelic being, you felt as though he was too good to be true. he listened to your every rant and cheered you on at your highest of highs. and, just like he was doing right now, he sang to you so much. whether it be for a few seconds or minutes, it all passed the same to you. he was truly something else, with his lyrics rooting from something much deeper than syllables and rhymes. he had a passion behind his voice.

he had love.

the song came to an inevitable close and when he star-gazed into your eyes once more, he whispered, “so, have you fallen yet?”

“fallen?”

“you told me that if you listened to that song while slow-dancing with someone, you’d fall in love. so, my question is, have you fallen?”

jacob kept every little detail about you to himself and it made you blush uncontrollably. had he planned all this to go so smoothly?

“if you’re asking if i love you,” you exhaled deeply, “you caught me red-handed, your honor. i’m so in love.”

he seemed to be overcome with excitement and when he leaned in to give you a kiss, his face faltered as an expression of worry overcame him. “wait. what about your crush? the one you said who smelled good and was just so perfect to you? did things not work out?”

“considering the fact that he almost just kissed me, i don’t know,” you chuckled, “you tell me.”

“you…you loved me back then too?”

“ding-ding.” enough time had been wasted on words and to finally put your boy at ease, you pressed your lips against his, moving effortlessly like tulips. you felt him smile against you, reciprocating the energy with his own pair. the breathlessness he experienced was not because of the kiss but because of how breathtaking you were to him as a whole. when he first met you, you were beyond shattered and ready to give up on love.

he felt more than honored to be the one to mend your heart back together. sure, it wasn’t perfect, but you were still so loveable to him. he knew that from that day on, with you in his arms, he would continue to sing you every love song in existence. every sweet melody just had to grace your ears and he vowed that you would never feel lonely with him again.

sa kanya, ikaw lang ang nag iisang kundiman na kahit kailan, hindi niya makakalimutan. 🐚 to him, you were the only love song that he’d never, ever forget.

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