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Talking to the Moon - Kyungsoo

Heir!Kyungsoo x Reader, ft. Best Friend!Sehun; fluff, angst, arranged marriage, run-away heir

“Can you do me a favor?” Suddenly, the favor that was Do Kyungsoo, young CEO, became too much. As much as he was an annoying brat who barged into your life to be “normal,” you loved him.

Word Count; 9k+

Warnings; angst, fake death, implied smut

Song; Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars

Your phone started ringing, the familiar ringtone song filling the empty room. Tell me when you’re tired of living repe—

“Hey Sehun!” you gushed, blushing already. Sehun was everything a man should be, he was even a bodyguard. He had connections everywhere, you’d fallen head over heels. Whenever you were around he broke his harsh professional appearance, when you needed comfort he was the first to call. You assumed it was him just being a good friend, and honestly, that was probably the case. Either way, you found him irresistible.

“Can you do me a huge favor? I’ll be over later to tell you what it is… Just this once,” he sounded desperate; you didn’t know what the favor was but honestly you’d do it if it was him asking, “Hello? I swear I’m not asking you to murder anyone, just - I’ll tell you later.”

“Anything for you Oh Sehun, no favor is too big!” Sehun laughed and hummed in response, which made your heart do flips. “Love you.” You were met with silence and the painful sound which meant he’s hung up. Hurt, embarrassed, and nervous you took a nap on your couch to just rest before Sehun would be over. Maybe it was an excuse to come over. What if that’s why he was being so secretive? Did he like you back? The possibilities, and the ‘x’ rated thoughts, made you ecstatic. Suddenly, you just couldn’t sleep and stared at your ceiling, cheeks burning hot and eyes hooded.

“Y/N, open up!” You jumped at the sudden noise but ran to get the door. You went to greet Sehun when you saw there was not one, but two men standing outside your door. This was not part of your ‘x’ rated thoughts. Ignoring the other man for a second you hugged Sehun, taking in his familiar scent. He smiled and pushed the relatively short guy in front of him. “Is this your favor? I didn’t think you would be into that kind of thing,” you teased, meeting eyes with - know what? You’d just ask his name instead of calling him ‘the other man.’

“This is Do Kyungsoo, he’s my favor. Well, he’s a runaway from home and would like to bunk here for fall and winter. I know it’s a bit weighty, but… he’s never lived a normal life,” Sehun bit his lip, “this cannot leave this household, but he’s the son of a very famous CEO.” You gulped, you didn’t expect this. Who would have? Having the son of a CEO, Do Kyungsoo, in front of you and your lifelong crush asking, no, begging you to take him in. It made your skin crawl, but no matter what you’d accept. If Sehun knew him, he had to be a good person. You nodded and shook Kyungsoo’s hand, then Sehun rushed to leave.

“So, you’re rich, huh? Did you run away to live like an average person? It’s not that interesting,” you raised an eyebrow, “or did you request to stay with a girl… perv.” Kyungsoo scrunched up his face and changed into your spare house shoes, reserved for Sehun. He didn’t bother to close the door; you figured it was because he hadn’t touched a door handle once in his life.

“Sooooo, is there anything you’d like to eat?”

“I’m craving some steak and maybe some lobster. Would you happen to know any places serving Petit Gâteau?” You tilted your head in extreme confusion, he was listing off food items you were pretty sure just glorified ice cream.

“Petite… Got who?” Kyungsoo laughed and shook his head. “I-I have ramen noodles - can your palate stand that? Or is everything you eat over sixty dollars,” you teased, running to the kitchen and filling your stained and scratched up pot, and no matter how hard you scrubbed there was a sticker caught on the side.

“Ramen! Ah, I can eat that… I know a wonderful ramen place, and it’s affordable!”

“Affordable for you - or affordable for me. I don’t feel like going out so you’ll have to suffer through freeze-dried noodles and powder flavoring,” you winked at him and started to make the ramen. His eyes were focused on you the entire time, which was a bit creepy but you assumed he’d never met someone who wore Cookie Monster sweatpants and a shirt three sizes too big. Hell, he was still dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his brown hair gently swept back to reveal his doe-like eyes which seemed to catch every move you made.

“Ow’ Fuck! Fuck!” you screamed as the pot boiled over. You’d been so focused on the stranger in your house you forgot that water is a very dangerous substance. Kyungsoo rushed over and threw the pot in the sink. He then took your bright red fingers and ran them under cold water, making sure not to be too harsh. The human contact you’d been longing for made your heart pound and you barely worried about your hand anymore.

“Where’s your medical kit?” You pointed to the bathroom. You heard him rummaging around, then he walked back with the clear box with faded sharpie MED KIT. He opened it and found almost empty Neosporin, oddly shaped bandages, medical tape, and samples of gauze cut into squares. You cleared your throat and Kyungsoo went to work, putting the clear ointment on your fingers and then wrapped them in cloth, securing it with medical tape.

“How can you be so clumsy?” he sighed, checking your hand for any other injury. You frowned and looked at your hand, delicately being held in his.

“Thank you,” you smiled before taking your hand away, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Obviously,” Kyungsoo scoffed before returning to his resting position, the phone constantly in his face. Plan B, something that just requires a microwave. Bagel Bites. They were yummy, and probably wouldn’t injure you! Win-Win. You unwrapped the bite-size pizzas and stuck them into the Heat Machine for two minutes, taking that time to squeeze next to Kyungsoo.

“So, Kyungsoo, tell me why you ran away.”

“Is that any of your business?”

“Unless you’d like to stay at a motel, it is.”

“Fine, being the son of a CEO means my life is set up for me, how cliche right? I have a fiancé but I can’t stand her, I’m only to marry her for a company bond. So, to live my last six months as a free man, I left.” You felt bad for him, while it would be wonderful to sit in the lap of luxury, having your entire life pre-decided seemed to be the con to drive any sane person away.

“Ah, I see… sorry for prying. Though it may not be much, I want to take care of you the best I can, so, I hope you enjoy your last six months,” you smiled and went to get the bagel bites, furiously blowing on them before you sat next to Kyungsoo. His eyes remained focused on the game he was playing, only causing you to snatch his phone.

“What are those?” Kyungsoo’s eyes went wide in disgust. You rolled your own and shoved one in his mouth. He chewed on it for a minute before furrowing his brows. You prayed he liked it. “Well, it’s not horrible. But… the thought of microwave food is extremely… odd.” You giggled and gave Kyungsoo another, and another, and another, until he started taking them himself.

“See? They’re g— you ate them all! You egghead!” You pouted. He laughed and raised an eyebrow, a cocky smirk on his face.

“There’s still one in my mouth, do you want it?” You knew what he meant and violently shook your head, the thought of kissing anyone but Sehun made your nervous system go into fight or flight. Kyungsoo laughed and finished eating before wiping his face with a shiny handkerchief.

“It’s getting a little late and I have a job, so, I’m going to bed. Do you need pajamas?”

“Ah, yeah… my luggage won’t be here until tomorrow,” he sheepishly smiled. You nodded and went to your room, which was neatly arranged seeing as you were too busy to even dirty it. You dug through your wardrobe and pulled out sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You folded them and handed them to Kyungsoo, asking him to change in the bathroom.

“Where should I sleep?”

“The couch.”

“A— The— The couch? It’s freezing out here, can’t you at least let me stay in a room?” Kyungsoo whined, showing off his spoiled side. A sigh left your lips and you beckoned him to follow you. With a loud click, the lights in your room went on. He looked around, noticing the various posters on the wall, mismatch pillows, family photos, and notebooks neatly lined up on an old desk. Kyungsoo watched as you pulled out a comforter and a thick red blanket, laying them down on the floor. You tossed one of the pillows off your bed and grinned. You knew this would be hell for him.

“Torture, this is torture,” he mumbled, walking off to change. You stuck your tongue out. What a spoiled kid, probably used to staying in the finest feather top beds, silky sheets gracing his delicate skin that you just couldn’t get out of your head. Maybe he even had manicures to preserve the softness and comfort of his hands. You grinned to yourself before leaping into bed, a loud spring! echoing from it. When Kyungsoo came back he found you curled up, scrolling through your phone.

“I think casual attire suits you more than those suits,” you commented, peeking from the blinding light of your phone screen, “do you mind flicking the lights off?” He complied, turning off the lights. You heard a quiet tumble and then a thump. Kyungsoo groaned before laying down on his makeshift bed.

“Let me sleep up there.”

“No.”

“I can’t sleep like this.”

“Well, I can’t sleep with a strange man in my bed.”

“I wouldn’t do anything to you, I’d have to be severely drunk to even consider. Maybe you’d look cute in the eyes of an alcoholic.” You giggled, liking his sense of humor. Often, you gently bullied your friends just to tease them and see their comebacks. This would be no different.

“You’d have to travel to France to get the champagne first, by then I’ll be a model.”

“Let me sleep in your bed!”

“Fine!” You scooted over and huddled against the wall before you felt the warm body next to you. The presence made you uncomfortable but, it was better than having an already grumpy boy be even grumpier. You turned on the sleeping music, the lowest volume possible. Kyungsoo hummed, his breathing becoming more gentle and his face turning peaceful. He looked nice like that, quiet and unbothered. You stared at him for a while, taking in his features, before drifting off.

The angry beeping of your alarm woke you up. You groaned and went to sit up, but your movement was restricted by Kyungsoo’s arm resting on your torso. You sighed and turned off your alarm, trying your best not to wake him before you’d have to take off.

“Don’t leave… I can’t stand being alone,” he mumbled, but his mumble was leaning towards a whine. You huffed, he had a lot of money… maybe he could pay for his stay at your home. Wouldn’t that be a sugar daddy thing to do? But, he can’t stand to be alone, and you’d have to go to work every morning. Your head was spinning with options before you heard Kyungsoo stir.

“I’ll pay for things so you don’t have to work,”

“How about you get a job? I can ask my—“

“People will recognize me, that’s too big of a risk…” Kyungsoo hunched over, running his hands through his morning hair. God, he really was attractive. Maybe too much so. He already had a deep voice that could capture hearts but his raspy morning voice melted yours. “Just let me have this. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I—“ Sehun’s face ran through your thoughts, you promised to take care of Kyungsoo and show him your life, and you’d hate for him to report to Sehun saying you were the worst host. “I guess, but— Ugh!” You smacked the back of his head and dialed your boss, explaining that you were in charge of ‘your little cousin’ for the next six months because his mom was sick. After agreeing you wouldn’t be paid but could come back with a secure job, you politely said goodbye.

“Why did you hit me?!” Kyungsoo held onto the back of his head, he was screaming drama queen, “I’m not your little cousin either!”

“You make me frustrated!” you yelled, “How do I explain I’m taking care of a grown man for six months without him thinking I just want to run off with my boyfriend?” You wobbled your way out of the room before you started brawling with him. The stove made a loud ticking noise before lighting up, and you made sure to keep an eye on the eggs as you cooked them. A replay of yesterday’s event would be scarring - literally and figuratively.

“Eggs?”

“Oh you can’t have any, that would be cannibalism,” you chuckled at your own joke, hunching over to see his reaction. Only, there was none.

“I don’t get it.”

“Because you’re an egghead— like… forget it. It’s not funny if you explain it.” Kyungsoo shrugged and went to use the bathroom, the popping of eggs waking you from the trance laughing had put you in. They were just cooking, not on fire. Not on fire. Phew! You set them on a plate and went to make Kyungsoo’s, shouting to ask what his favorite kinds were.

“Literally— you’re the worst. I don’t have quail eggs, I have eggs from a very questionable origin and that’s it.”

“Then scrambled.” You raised your arms in the sweet victory of getting a normal response out of the guy and went to making scrambled eggs. By the time Kyungsoo was out of the bathroom, he’d changed into a suit again.

“I… don’t know how to tie a tie,” Kyungsoo blushed, holding out a patterned tie. You turned off the stove and made your way in his direction. Though it took a bit of thinking, you recalled how you used to tie Sehun’s ties when he was in a hurry.

Kyungsoo watched you, your hands moving around his neck made him get goosebumps. How focused you were on tying it; for a minute he really thought he could fall for you. You patted his suit and stood back to look at the tie. You nodded to yourself and silently went to put Kyungsoo’s eggs on a plate. He ran his hands down the tie, perfecting the look.

“Do you have any casual clothes? Maybe we should stop at the mall and get you some before you luggage arrives.” You handed the plate to him, a fork resting on the side. Kyungsoo sighed, wondering how he’d disguise himself, as he ate his eggs. You watched with eager eyes, any excuse to go to the mall would be a valid one.

“Do you have a mask I can use?” You nodded and ran to get a dust mask for him. Maybe a hat would help, too; you grabbed an old baseball cap and handed both to Kyungsoo. He immediately put them on, trying to rush out the door.

“Hey! I still have to get ready!”

“Oh, I forgot about that part,’ Kyungsoo laughed, sitting down on your couch. His leg bounced as he waited for you. Getting out of the house to do his own thing without worry would be a breath of fresh air. Maybe, just maybe, he’d get to eat street food, try on one-size-fits-all clothes, but above all he was excited to spend the day with someone that didn’t have a clue about his background. Though he’d never admit it, the whole escaping for six months made him anxious, what if he got caught, or you got in trouble; if he caused drama in your presumably boring life Kyungsoo would never forgive himself.

“Alright, let’s get going!” You adorned an oversized sweater and mom jeans, your clunky boots made you an inch taller. You grabbed your bag and had to drag Kyungsoo, who had frozen, out of your apartment. He detached his arm from yours and followed you to your car. It was a gift from your friend, who had gotten a new car and didn’t want to bother selling the old one. You held the passenger door open for Kyungsoo, gently closing it behind him. If the door slammed it would be stuck open and that was a hassle. You tapped the wheel as the hum of the engine began, then took off towards the mall.

“Tell me Soo, what makes you hate your fiancé?” Kyungsoo groaned and stared at you, contemplating if he should tell you. He barely knew you, but, he could tell you were nice. Maybe a little feisty, clumsy, and messy. You took him in even though you knew nothing about him, cooked for him, and even took leave from your job just so he wouldn’t be alone. Still, Kyungsoo was drifting on the edge if some details would be too personal.

“Well, she’s unloyal. Countless times I’ve seen her hanging around men, and women, practically sucking their face. She’s annoying, always pestering me for money, do this, do that… I have to say I love her but the words are so empty, it hurts to say them,” Kyungsoo leaned his head back, “I’d love to genuinely love someone rather than being an object to bond companies.” You went silent. You didn’t dare say you understood, you couldn’t possibly.

“I’m… sorry. Sounds exhausting. I hope you can find someone you love, you don’t always have to follow the path chosen for you. That’s why there're manmade trails in the middle of the forest.” You smiled, singing along quietly to the radio. It was the latest pop hits but not singing along was impossible. When your favorite song came on you couldn’t resist singing along and bobbing your head with the beat. Kyungsoo stared at you like you were a chicken with its head cut off. You glanced at him with a huge smile on your face, hoping he would sing along just like you.

“Oops, looks like we’re here.” You turned into the parking lot and found the farthest spot possible just to annoy Kyungsoo. He silently got out of the car and waited for you to catch up with him. While on the way to the mall you began to talk with Kyungsoo about his hobbies, if he had social media, and if he was close with Sehun. All of his answers came back very vague, and all of them being no, even the one about hobbies.

“Alright… hah… okay, let’s stop in M&H first,” you cheaply smiled before calling for Kyungsoo to follow you. He caught you playing in the tiles, avoiding walking on the cracks. He started to snort at the way you were walking and you quickly stopped.

“What was that?” he chuckled, trying to replicate the movement.

“I-I was, uhm, I had something stuck in my shoe,” you lied, your face turning red. Kyungsoo shook his head and started skipping along the tiles, missing any of the cracks. Relieved that he, too, was a child at heart you continued your waddle to M&H. When you entered the almost unbelievably big clothing store the scent of new shoes, perfume, and for some reason cinnamon pretzels hit you. Kyungsoo kept his head low, trying to avoid eyes with anyone.

“What is your style?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged, scanning over the clothes.

“Fine, I’ll choose for you!” You sped over to a clothing rack full of colorful t-shirts, printed with contrasting logos, and sweatshirts that smelled almost like paint. You took a mustard yellow sweatshirt off of the rack, holding it up to Kyungsoo’s chest. His eyes averted from your gaze before you decided it didn’t suit him very well. He stood there as you held shirts up to him, picking out the very few you deemed worthy. Out of the maybe fifty shirts you tried, you decided on a navy blue sweater, black sweatshirt with embroidery going down the sleeves that said ‘thru the night’, a simple white t-shirt, and a very cute striped sweater. He picked out some things that caught his eye, all of them being black.

“Don’t you need some color?” you complained, looking at the garments he held in his arms. He shook his head, this is what he liked but could never wear. It was either suits and dress shirts or polos and awkwardly fitting shorts. You huffed and moved onto jeans. You frantically ran to grab the last pair of distressed blue jeans, insisting they’d look perfect on him. The holes around the knees, loose threads, and spots of white made your heart jump just at the thought of such a huge transformation. He hesitated to accept them but to humor you, he took them. He picked out the rest of the pants, not wanting you to pick out something else outrageous.

“Everything in here looks so nice,” you whispered, hands behind your back. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, a sigh escaped his lips.

“If you want something just say, don’t beat around the bush. Do you want me to play stylist, too?” A smirk spread across his face, one that you’d never seen before. It wasn’t snarky, but… almost sinister.

“I— Go for it,” you stumbled over your own words, feeling your chest swell at what he’d pick out. In the back of your mind you prayed, pleaded, begged he wasn’t going to force you to try on bodycon dresses and anything remotely in that area. Apparently, whoever you were sending those thoughts to was on the other line because Kyungsoo immediately pulled down the shortest skirt he could find, a cropped sweatshirt, and a silky side-slit dress. You groaned and took them from him. Surprisingly, they were all in your size.

“How did you know my size?”

“I’m good at guessing those things, pick out some other things while we’re at it. However, for every item you pick out you have to get one of mine, too.”

“I’m never going to wear these. If the wind blows once I may as well just walk out of the house pantless.” Kyungsoo snickered but insisted you try them on. Once you finished picking out some actual fall clothes you raced him to the dressing room. When your hand felt the fabric of the dress, geez, the satisfying feel of the fabric sent your secret binge-watching ‘100 Oddly Satisfying Videos Compilation’ side into heaven. You imagined having the smooth fabric over your body and quickly tried it on. It was cold on your skin, draping down in the neckline. The slit cooley revealed your left leg which gave you a weird sense of confidence.

Coincidentally, you and Kyungsoo both stepped out of the dressing room at the same time. He was clad in the ripped jeans you’d picked and the black sweatshirt. He looked like that guy on Instagram everyone, everyone, wanted to be. Sculpted face, a nice body, a cute but intimidating sense of style, and of course, he was just cool. His steely gaze was always burning, and when his gaze finally fell sleepy or soft you could finally relax.

“You look… good,” he sputtered, trying to avoid your chest. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

“You look dumb with your eyes flying around like that, just look at me!”

“I just don’t want to be disrespectful to a lady,” Kyungsoo’s voice cracked, his face flushed. Now was the time to tease him. You slowly got closer to him. You forced him to look at you by cupping his cheeks, millimeters away from touching. To your shock, he pulled you closer. You squirmed from his embrace, eyes wide.

“Psh, you’re so easy to fool!” Kyungsoo started cracking up, “Do you think I see you as a lady? I barely see you as a woman! Maybe a wench at best.” You stared at him, blood boiling. Your knuckles went white and you stormed back into the dressing room, peeling the dress off and slipping into your prior clothes. You furiously hung the rest of the untouched items on the return rack and left the store. A wench? Maybe you were being especially sensitive, stuff like this didn’t usually get to you, but to a person who barely knew you… wench. That word repeating in your head. You had to leave, running to the nearest bathroom and crying.

“Y/N, girl, what’s wrong with you? Wench is just a word, and he was just teasing— right?” You gave yourself a talking to in the mirror and rubbed your eyes, walking out of the bathroom confidently. It was just the tone of his voice, the snobbish side lingered no matter how sweet he was at times. A spoiled brat. Not only did he run away; he ran away to a stranger’s house expecting them to quit their job, provide good food, and manage the household. You swept your hand through your hair, finally making it back to the M&H. Kyungsoo was talking to a worker who pointed to the entrance, right at you. Kyungsoo quickly ran up to you.

“If I’d had known you’re so sensitive—“

“Don’t you know when to shut up? Pay for your clothes and let’s leave,” you ordered, foot tapping as you waited for his arrival again. He held two bags and silently walked alongside you.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to - ah how do you say it - banter? All of it is fake, and I didn’t mean to, you know… I’m sorry,” he bowed and you flicked his head. He smiled, knowing that meant you accepted his apology.

“Do you still want to leave?” Kyungsoo poked you, getting you riled up. It was satisfying to see you get mad. Like an annoying younger sibling.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“They’re having a sale at the music store.” Your eyes widened and you took off, Kyungsoo struggling to keep up with the heavy bags slapping his legs every few leaps. You swung into the music store, taking down vintage tunes that always calmed you down. They had just the right amount of softness, and god, people’s voices sounded magnificent. Before Kyungsoo could even step into the store you were done, having picked up a coloring book, too. He was panting and holding onto his knees for stability.

“Let’s go,” you ran your finger under his chin, his eyes met yours. You quickly looked away and helped him out with the bags. “These weigh a ton! What did you get?”

“Well, I saw some cute things on the way out I thought you’d like. I didn’t want you to be upset… they reminded me of you and how you decorated your room. Sorry if that’s weird or anything, I couldn’t help it.” You laid your free hand on his back, running it in circles.

“Calm down buddy, you talk too fast sometimes.”

“I’m stressed right now, women are stressful, no, not women, you’re stressful!”

“I know.”

You got home, exhausted after the day. You flopped onto the couch, head leaning back on the cheap faux leather. Kyungsoo sat next to you, eyes fixed on the TV. Despite getting out early you’d come back way late. He decided to treat you to ice cream, then ate some street food he so desperately missed, finally you talked some to get to know each other. You had a lot of weird things in common, how you slept, if you preferred t-shirts or sweaters, your favorite temperature of latte, and if off-brand was better (you disagreed on that one, insisting off-brand chocolate cereal was superior to anything else.)

The noise of the TV became quieter. You could barely keep your eyes open no matter how hard you tried. You slouched onto Kyungsoo’s lap. Your breathing had become shallow and it took a bit for him to register you fell asleep. Kyungsoo studied your figure. He wanted to feel your skin, run his finger over your peaceful lips, play with your hair. He carefully brushed his fingers through your hair, lulling you into an ever deeper sleep. Kyungsoo stopped, realizing that maybe that was too intimate. You murmured something along the lines of ‘Kyungsoo-ie, it feels n…’ He smiled and continued petting you, almost like you were a cat finally resting after knocking everything off the shelves.

“Goodnight,” he switched the TV off and carefully put his arm under your knees, another under your arms. He stood, steadying himself with the new weight he held. Kyungsoo set you down on the side of the bed, tucking you in before slipping next to you. When you weren’t pestering him you looked so cute, tempting him to— no, he couldn’t admit it. No way.

Almost as sleep didn’t catch up with him, he observed you for maybe too long. When he saw you twitch in your sleep he slammed his head into the pillow in frustration.

“Sehun, I need to… I love you,” you mumbled, words not forming full sentences. Kyungsoo’s heart skipped a beat when you said I love you despite it not being towards him. He closed his eyes, finally drifting off. “Sehun… Why… spoiled.”

“Sehun… why—“ you shot awake, beginning to cry. The blurry memories of your dream (ahem, nightmare) began to engulf your head. Your eyes drifted to Kyungsoo fast asleep, meaning you had to keep quiet. This was a recurring dream that sounded and felt like a love song written by someone you loved but wasn’t written about you. Tears rolled down over the bridge of your nose onto the pillow sheet, your throat was caught up with chokes that took all of your power to contain. God, that fucking dream. Sehun, the one you longed for, your heart couldn’t say no to him; If he asked you to go to war for him, you would. Your mind was clouded with love, infatuation. When he would touch you in the dream, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, threatening to kiss you finally, he’d run away into the arms of a faceless woman, a woman that wasn’t you. That was your worst nightmare; he’d run into someone else’s arms. Faint whispers came from Kyungsoo, who was now leaning over to face you.

“A-Are you okay?” he whispered. You wiped your eyes and nodded. You looked around quickly, realizing you weren’t on the couch.

“Did you bring me in here?”

“Yeah. I didn’t do anything weird, I swear,” he laid down to face you, eyes connected with yours.

“I trust that. You’re nicer than you look, Egghead,” you smiled, eyes fluttering closed. Kyungsoo sighed as he watched more tears drip down your face. Then, with no warning, he pulled you into him. You gasped and rested your head against his chest. The comfortable warmth of his body let your tears stop finally, which meant Kyungsoo could sleep in peace.

“Thank god,” he groaned and fell asleep again.

Two months had passed, and Kyungsoo was bearable. You joked back and forth, went fun places together. Your favorite was the lantern festival you attended together. You held a custom lantern which adorned poorly-drawn cherry blossoms and other flowers. Kyungsoo then overtook the project, drawing something you couldn’t see before he lit it up and sent it off.

“What the hell!?”

“Hmm? Did you want to send it off?”

“Well duh!” you groaned and took another lantern, facing away from him to redraw everything. Before his greasy hands could touch it you lit it, watching it float up and away. That night was peaceful, every lantern represented a wish, which you wrote on the lantern itself. You’d wished for love, something that was draining from your heart. No longer did it jump when you spoke to Sehun, it only jumped when Kyungsoo scared you in the morning with a horse mask he’d found in your closet, or when you’d curl up on the couch and could feel Kyungsoo at the other end, eyes closed and listening to whatever was playing on the TV.

“What did you wish for?” Your breath hitched, maybe that wasn’t a good question. You didn’t want to tell him yours so why ask his? Why was his answer suddenly so scary?

“Well…” Kyungsoo’s arms snaked around your waist and he rested his head on your shoulder, “it won’t come true if I say it, will it?” You mumbled, trying to find a feisty answer. But, you just couldn’t. The feeling of his breath on your neck paralyzed you, the feeling of his gentle arms around your waist made your heart pound.

“I-I… g-guess not,” you stuttered. You found yourself sinking into his embrace, this was bad.

You didn’t mean it, you told yourself, when you sent off your lantern you didn’t really mean it. You didn’t want love, not now, not in his arms. You didn’t want the hopeless longing for someone you literally couldn’t have. You constantly reminded yourself he was engaged, that he would be married in four months, he’d be standing at an altar on national TV, reciting empty vows to a woman who had everything. Money, looks, fame, and Kyungsoo.

That’s what happened in two months, and suddenly this favor was too heavy.

Kyungsoo was scrolling on his phone, which he’d had to switch out twice in the past month to avoid government tracking.

“Want to watch a movie?” you pulled him to face you. He set his phone down and thought for a moment.

“What kind of movie,” Kyungsoo smirked. Without a break, you slapped his arm. He “winced” and fake cries left his mouth. You slapped him again and he regained his composure.

“There’s this movie on Netflix, it’s called Descendants of the Sun. I heard it’s amazing, and the main roles got married in real life!” your voice began to bubble with excitement, to which Kyungsoo smiled, “Seriously… I thought that only happened in movies or books! I guess spending so much time together, hmm, anyways. Haul your ass to the couch and I’ll turn the movie on.”

“Geez, alright,” Kyungsoo waited for you on the couch. He found the movie on Netflix waiting for you to come back. Secretly, you were sifting through the goods he got you and M&H. You almost shouted when you found the baby pink hair clips, multicolored hair ties, and the remnants of a packet of face masks. You quietly sat on the couch, shocking him for a second. You told him to start the movie then pulled him to sit between your legs, head propped on your stomach.

“What are you going to do to me?” he whispered. You placed your finger to his lips and took out the face mask, spreading the cold paste on his face. Kyungsoo shivered but didn’t stop you. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as you did all sorts of things, tying his hair into ten little ponytails, then holding the remaining bits back with hairpins. He only snapped back into reality when your camera flash went off on his sleepy face. You took a ton of shots before he panicked and hit the phone with his head.

“Wow, I love my new screensaver!” you giggled. Kyungsoo pulled your phone down. You paused as his eyes lingered on your current home screen. It was you at the lantern festival with him, holding up a peace sign and he held up a heart. Your faces were flush because of the cold and the warm light made the picture come out perfect. You clicked your phone off and set it on your lap.

“Weird, we unintentionally matched screensavers,” Kyungsoo spoke, not with his usual tone but softer, almost like he was nervous. “Oh, and you have nothing on me. I have tons of pictures of you sleeping in the strangest positions,” he chortled and wiped the face mask off with tissues. Your heart wanted to talk but your completely rational brain forbade it to.

“The movie is already over?” you groaned, not getting to really watch it.

“You were too busy making me look like Casper’s ugly cousin.” You laughed and pushed his body off of you. You stretched your legs which had fallen asleep under the weight of Kyungsoo. You stomped them a few times to get rid of the pins and needles before shuffling off to get ready to sleep. Silence lingered the rest of the night as you waited for Kyungsoo to come lay next to you. It seemed like centuries before he finally came in. You didn’t feel him immediately though, rather you felt his hand run along your cheek. Did he think you were asleep?

“Sehun warned me I was biting off more than I could chew,” Kyungsoo sighed, “I think he was right.” Finally, your heart took gear. It knew not to be obvious. It took the knowledge you mumbled in your sleep and began to throw out incomplete sentences before deciding on the perfect one.

“I wished… love,” you mumbled.

“Me too, but I wonder if maybe it was in vain,” Kyungsoo whispered, “because I think I already had it.” Gentle snoring followed soon after, making you drift off. No longer were your nightmares about Sehun, your nightmares were you perched in front of your TV, blanket wrapped around you, watching the news. Your heartbeat would pick up when the live footage came on, when Kyungsoo was looking into the eyes of a beautiful woman just like he would in four months, reciting beautiful vows out of his plump lips. The crowd would cheer, the hearts of women who were strangers to him would shatter, and yours would disintegrate when they kissed. You could never escape it, you never woke up crying, you were stuck watching.

“Hey, wake up,” you hit Kyungsoo with a pillow and he jolted awake. You smiled, cheeks flushed from sleeping so long. You kept pestering him until he finally woke up to steal the pillow away. Since you were weaponless you poked his nose and squished his cheeks. You yelled when he pushed you off the bed, thump! Despite being in immense pain you laughed, loving moments like these. The moments when he would be fed up and play-fought with you. When you saw the shine in Kyungsoo’s eyes you knew he enjoyed them, too.

“I have a place I want to take you tomorrow,” Kyungsoo didn’t ask permission, he just said it like it was already a fact. This sparked your interest, you’d been the one initiating outings. Since this was trust-fund kid you expected nothing less than spectacular. Maybe he’d take you to a fancy dinner, or rent a helicopter to fly around Seoul, perhaps he’d even guide you around the city to show you all of the places his family owned.

“Where to?”

“There’s a masquerade ball,” he hummed, “and I thought it could be… our last outing,” Kyungsoo choked. Your eyes widened and your heart began thumping. Kyungsoo avoided eye contact with you.

You told yourself you were joking when you wished you hadn’t taken Kyungsoo in. Just like love, you didn’t want it but you needed it. You needed him.

You kept your face straight, void of any emotion. You didn’t want to worry him any further. Still, insane emotions trailed through your body that felt like molten lava, like someone had shoved trash into your body and expected you to digest it. “Last outing?”

“I didn’t want to tell you, but, Sehun requested that I return home. Panic has been raging through the company.”

“Sehun? Sehun? Why does he ruin everything?” you screamed, breaking into a sobbing mess after everything bubbled up in your chest, “Don’t leave.” Kyungsoo’s hand fell on your back, rubbing small circles. You wiped your tears and grabbed your phone. Fury was controlling your fingers when you texted Sehun.

What the fuck Oh Sehun?

Y/N we can’t talk about this. He’ll be off your chest and back in his rightful place.

His fiancé needs him.

No.

You don’t understand Sehun. I need him. I selfishly need him. I need to hear his breathing next to me in bed, his warm touch when we watch movies, the crackling of bacon when he makes breakfast. I need that.

This isn’t up to you.

I know that!

Sehun, you’re evil.

I love him.

You what?

I fucking love him. His dumb smile and snarky remarks, they make my heart pound.

I’m sorry, but, distance yourself until I can get him out safely.

I’m sorry.

Don’t make him leave.

I’m sorry.

It was coming true. Your nightmare. And just as before, you couldn’t escape, only watch. There was no waking up. You clicked your phone off and threw it against the wall.

“Y/N, calm down, please. I don’t want to go, I’ll stop burdening you. I understand I’m an asshole and you being this welcoming to me has been amazing,” Kyungsoo’s voice cracked suddenly, “I was able to live because of you.”

You didn’t say anything back, you couldn’t, you just went to shower. You shuffled around the rest of the morning, sighing every few seconds. Kyungsoo was so perplexed by your mood, he’d never seen you look like the life was sucked out of you. When he heard the front door slam shut and the door lock he became concerned, more than he should have been.

You ran around the city, your system was full of odd mixtures of alcohol and you needed to see Sehun. You stumbled into his apartment building and stomped up to his flat.

“O-Oh Sehun, open up…” you slurred, “right now.” Sehun opened the door and looked at you. The mess you were. His phone was up to his ear, held by his shoulder.

“Oh Sehun, you life ruiner,” you grabbed onto his door frame and pushed into his place, slumping onto the couch. You couldn’t make out the mumbled of the phone but once he hung up you started spewing nonsense that Sehun couldn’t be bothered to make out.

“Sehun, help me forget.” Tears rolled down your cheeks, pooling at the bottom of your chin. “I’m so dumb,” you moaned, punching a throw pillow. “Sehun! Answer me, help me forget!” When he stayed silent you waddled to him and grabbed his locks. His eyes widened when you violently kissed him, biting his bottom lip. There was no passion, just anger.

“Y/N, what are you,” you silenced him with a sudden hand on his crotch which was undeniably warm and beginning to harden. He pushed you off and threw you over his shoulder. Like a child who didn’t get the toy they wanted, you whined and wailed, tears falling onto the carpeting of the hallway. The alcohol was fading and the painful reminder that tomorrow would be your last night with Kyungsoo, until your next life, came back. Sehun shuddered when you stopped hitting him, just beginning to sob. He pushed the door of the complex open and set you on a bench outside.

With not an ounce of energy left you slumped over, sobbing uncontrollably. Fool, that’s what you were, a fucking fool. You needed to call Kyungsoo, tell him to pick you up. But your phone wasn’t there. You froze, remembering you threw it at your wall.

“C-Call Egghead,” you choked, “Sorry, Kyungsoo.” Sehun laughed and his phone began to ring. Everything became gurgling in your ears, the loud cars flying past, people talking in the night, the phone call, even your own heartbeat was distorted.

In fifteen minutes, which were full of futile attempts to calm you down, Kyungsoo arrived. The first thing he did was hand you your phone. You went to your messages and saw new texts from Sehun, only, they were open. And it certainly wasn’t you who opened them. Your heart sank, he knew, he knew how stupid you were.

“Home… take me home,” you stood up. Kyungsoo grabbed your waist to balance you. He was silent as he called a taxi. The ride was silent, too. The walk to your flat, silence. It was finally broken as soon the door shut by a loud gasp. Kyungsoo’s lips slammed into yours, his hands ran through your hair. You were melting, his kiss giving you the touch you needed from him.

“Kyung—“

“I’m so sorry,” he pecked your lips over and over, “I didn’t know it would be like this.” He bit his lower lip, close to drawing blood. You couldn’t move, almost as if he’d threw an invisible rope around you and tied you in place. “I shouldn’t say this, but, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said instantly, eyes diverting from his.

“God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” Kyungsoo’s voice was cracking, wavering, his lips were quivering. You’d never seen him like this, the talkative boy you knew, the one who threw insults your way, the one who threatened to stab you if you didn’t stop nagging him to cook. The Kyungsoo who organized your room, helped your pick out figurines and sat down to read with you as you flipped the pages.

The Kyungsoo you loved, was leaving.

“I promise I’ll see you again, no matter what. I don’t even want to go to that ball, I want to be with you that night, we can get drunk, get tattoos, dance like lunatics, sing karaoke,” he choked, his grip on you tightening.

“That’d be great.”

“Get some rest,” he picked you up and took you to your bed. You laid there waiting for him to “fluff” the pillows by hitting you with them, and straightening the blanket by making it do a wave. That never came, he just laid next to you and held you. Kyungsoo held you like the world was ending, like he was trying to protect you from the dangers of tomorrow.

It would’ve been nice if the last day with him wasn’t a blur. You’d gotten wasted, insanely wasted. You faintly remembered karaoke, Kyungsoo’s heavenly voice ringing through the bar. He sang with so much passion, straight to you. He never once looked away.

You went on a shopping spree, buying useless things like giant stuffed animals, a huge Bluetooth speaker, a blanket twice the size of your bed, and tons of candy that stood half eaten on your coffee table.

You remembered the bus, the rain hitting the windows before you yelled stop, jumping off with Kyungsoo. You splashed through the rain with him, his heart shape smile never failed to make you happy. His eyes shining in the dimly lit streets made your soul easy.

The rest? It only came to you in the morning in the form of a burning on your leg, puke, and bright red marks on your neck. When you glanced at your leg it was a lantern with cherry blossoms and the word love. The sight made you tear up before you wished Kyungsoo farewell.

“Don’t go,” you pleaded. Kyungsoo held you and the way he pressed you to his chest muffled your sobs. He was crying, too, on the inside. He was cursing his entire life, he cursed fate for showing you to him just to toy with him. He hated fate for letting him hold your hand and feel your lips on his. He hated fate for letting you get hurt by him.

“I wish I didn’t have to,” Kyungsoo choked up, a tear running down his cheek. He pulled you away, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. You weakly smiled and shuffled in your pocket, holding out a gold pin shaped like a flower. It was from your youth and now he owned it. Kyungsoo hesitated before taking it and running, running down the stairs. That night was sleepless, your heart couldn’t sleep, your brain wasn’t even working. You were just a shell moving around, kicking the edges of tables and cursing into the air. You’d run out of tears, out of words.

Then, not more than a week later, it was D-Day. You sat in front of your TV, curled up in the blanket you’d bought together, munching on candy. Live feed showed Kyungsoo at the altar, something shiny clipped to his shirt. When the camera finally panned closer your heart stopped.

The pin.

Your pin.

You turned off the TV and slipped on shoes, begging to leave that wretched place to get air, to escape the suffocating fire that was becoming your apartment. Your bed still smelled like him, his sweatshirt was still draped over your chair. You almost put it on but you just couldn’t.

The air hit your face and it felt wonderful, it was hugging your skin. You stared into the distance before shutting your eyes. You stayed like that, feeling the sun on your skin before it became night.

The moon was high above and you sat talking to it, begging someone could hear you. You sat there all night, talking to no one.

Kyungsoo was awake, too, leaning on the balcony of his five-star hotel. He stared at the moon, silence was spread over the city. It was odd, Seoul was full of feisty people who never slept; tonight it didn’t dare speak, not even a peep. The only thing that caught his attention was a scream, a loud painful scream.

“Are you listening? Can you hear me?” you wailed, crying harder than ever before. You didn’t care about looking like a fool, you didn’t care if the whole country could hear you, every emotion poured out of you at once. “Why do you only give me things I can’t have?! Fuck!” Kyungsoo heard your familiar voice but didn’t dare to call back.

There had been a lot of questions, he just answered he went on a vacation to celebrate his bachelor status one last time. It was all good fun, he made of stories of crazy strippers, drunken nights, a faux smile plastered on his face.

It’d been two years. You got a new job at a small diner. People came and went, some stopped to watch the news. Even you tuned in when you were on your break. The people who came in were nice, mostly older women. Their wrinkled smiles revealed their youth and if they stayed long enough you’d exchange stories. There was a lady who always came in at the end of your shift just to talk.

She was the only one you told about Kyungsoo. She told you anything was possible, everything would work out. You tried to believe her but honestly, you weren’t sure. Your heart still lingered on him no matter how hard you tried to pry its grubby grasp from his memory. You moved, you ditched anything that reminded you of him. Sehun let you use his spare room. In the two years that passed, he got engaged and eventually became distant. Now, your only friend was the sweet old lady with a sad smile.

October twenty-third your tuned into the news. It was just background noise, nothing special honestly. You sat with your hot chocolate and muffin, scrolling on twitter mindlessly.

“BREAKING! Young CEO Do Kyungsoo found dead, reports have left to be confirmed. There have been no statements from his family.” You shook your head, thinking it must’ve been misheard.

“Update, there has been no body discovered but evidence leads to—“ You couldn’t bear to hear the rest. You locked the diner early and sobbed, heart stomped on and thrown around in the back of a FedEx truck. You hit your hand on the table in agony.

They found you the next morning, passed out, nails bloody and your eyes puffy. Your co-worker had to shake you awake and ask you if you were alright. You didn’t reply but ran home, ran past your current apartment building and to your old residence. You banged on the door and a stranger was startled but let you in. You searched high and low until you found the sweatshirt that he left bundled up under the wardrobe, which they kept in the same place. You held onto it for dear life and cried, his familiar scent comforting you.

You bowed and left, shrieking when you walked into the hall and saw a dead man walking. Rumors everywhere said he’d left without a trace and his body was indeed found in a river. Whispers went around that he tied himself to a rock and let the current take over.

“K-Kyungsoo,” you muttered before running into his arms. He spun you around and dragged you to a very generic car. “You faked your death? What were you thinking you Egghead!?”

“I was thinking about you. Sehun helped me out, his fiancé is a master of special effects and created a dummy to fool the police just long enough for us to escape.”

“Escape?”

“There’s no time to explain, but I hope you don’t mind living in the hills of France with me,” Kyungsoo grinned a tired but excited grin. You squeezed his hand.

Do Kyungsoo, or, Do Kristien as he now went by, ran away with you to France. He took up a new identity but never changed, not once. He bought a pretty house in the country with a perfect view of the landscape and the sunset. Sehun kept in touch through burner phones, updating you that you missed his wedding. You informed him that he’d missed yours as well, and you assured him it was twice as grand as his.

To make a living in your new home you helped craft lanterns to sell, each with different words. You offered workshops for children and would set up events every month to watch the lanterns light up the scenic sky. Kyungsoo’s hand would be firmly around your waist and you could always feel the metal of his ring on your side.

Love. That’s one of the lanterns that drifted away. They didn’t lie, and that person’s wish would come true soon.

Everything worked out, and you always woke up to the crackling of bacon, a warm body next to you in the morning that breathed softly, and a pair of arms that would always wrap around you while you were watching movies. His snarky remarks never stopped, and you never wanted them to.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

A/N: This hasn’t been fully proof-read by me, so I apologize for any mistakes I missed. I also have extremely bad eyesight, so there may be some completely misspelled words... sorry. I hope you enjoy the fic though!

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BASICALLY 101 comments/thoughts/things on Produce 101 S2E2

So we are BACK TOPOFTHEMORNINGTOYALADDIES AND WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF p101 live commentary

1. The kids are watching the last ep

2. The first vote results, Bae Jinyoung first, Wang Minhyuk last. Poor kid. Stop naming kids Minhyuk theres 6 of them on the field already it’s like Michael in America lol

3. Back to the evaluations

4. Woojin goes up, Daniel is like ’He’s rly cute I hugged him already’ tbh everyone call him cute lol

5. Does JB Baby, what a classic lol. Got a B and praised for his pronunciation

6. Aaahahahah lmao he asked for water and has to choose between two judges. Chooses Cheetah and she looks blessed af

7. Kid has problems with opening stickers lol

8. YGk+ performance, everyone are shook about their legs

9. Their performance isn’t that good though, poor dudes. One D, other three F

10. Roll yet ANOTHER compilation of the hottest kids this season

11. Yongbin aka the dude with a nose bridge straighter and higher than my will to live

12. Dongsoo and Namhyung from S.How do an AMAZING self composed song, are cute and talented as fuck. Namhyung got an A and Dongsoo got a B. Cheetah loves them ME TOO ME TOO

13. Compilation of rappers, the overall comment on teachers is ‘Cheetah is cute omg but Dunmill is scary’

14. Editing: aw cheetah is cute now with longer hair

15. Cheetah: does the snoop dogg dance yno the smoke weed everyday one

16. ‘Boys are calmer’ no they are more desperate and scared of failure

17. Jung Jungji prepared a SHITTON for EXO Growl, a bajillion vids of it. But sadly I guess his nerves got to him, he didn’t do well aaaaaaaaaaaand got an F. Stop fucking laughing at him. Most of the audience is dancing along though such an iconic song

18. He looks dead inside but says “I’m glad because I made BoA laugh”

19. HOTSHOT HOTSHOT HOTSHOT SUNGWOON TAEHYUN SUNGWOON TAEHYUN

20. Do Block B Very Good, MURDER IT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE, AMAZING energy, everyone love it, first and only all company A rank

21. Who am I fooling I actually watched their performance like 4 times before this on youtube just because of how much I love it the energy is so good

22. Taehyun’s freestyle krump was on POINT tru kid monster right there. His expressions are soooooo good

23. Now the kids are writing their future wishes or something like that to a huge whiteboard

24. Kim Dongbin from kiwi ent looks sooooo nervous save that kid

25. He’s doing chewing gum and stopped in the middle for some x reason?

26. He stopped bc one of the judges pulled out his in-ear in a weird way and he thought that meant he needs to stop

27. HES CRYING OUT OF NERVES RESCUE THAT POOR KID OMG

28. Everyone are cheering for him to continue THIS IS SO SWEET AAAHHHHHH EVEN JINWOO MOVED HIS HANDS AND CLAPPED

29. And he finished his performance w a cute smile and………. got an F

30. ’My level should be lower than F. I’m grateful for F’

31. FNC Hwiseung comes out DOES SHINEE REPLAY GOT MY VOTE

32. JELLY HEESEOK DOES CHAINED UP ALSO GOT MY VOTE

33. Judges don’t like either and say both feel rushed… Hwiseung got a D and Heeseok got an F… damn

34. Starship Sewoon and Kwanghyun come in, everyone get hype. One of them hates dancing and individ. trainee Jaehwan went to the same school as Sewoon. They Maroon 5 Sugar, everyone loves it

35. Sewoon plays guitar and composes, everyone STILL loves it and for a very good reason

36. BoA: So do u wanna be an idol or a singer?

Sewoon: CEO

37. Starship gets a double B

38. RYTHM TA COVER, amazing vocals, acrobatics, taekwondo (is this the K-Tiger trainee?) basically just a compilation of the coolest kids this season

39. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Jang Moonbok clip again

40. He’s doing BTS Boy In Luv and…. It isn’t too good poor dude

41. Seriously Mnet’s son bc his singing isn’t good yet the only reactions they are showing from crowd are the most positive ones

42. He got an F

43. Brand New come up, roll clip of the absolute snake team San E and Jint ent company lol kids are cute tho

44. Do a song composed by Daehwi, choreo made by Woojin that sounds eerily like a GOT7 Hard Carry

45. Daehwi's vocals are good but his range isn’t too high rip. One of the kids did a bboy pose thing on one hand. Someone in the crowd dabbed

46. Daehwi and Woojin got an A, Youngmin and Donghyun got B’s

47. End of the evaluation, 7 A rank trainees, 17 B rank, 21 C rank, 25 D rank and 31 F rank. Last season there was like….. 20 something A rank holy shit

48. Revealing the high pitched as hell song and the difficult ass choreo

49. The best can go to M Countdown with it, A gets center and the ult center gets a solo part

50. The one who has an A rank is basically a god and the one who gets the center position is literally the definition of ’what’s a god to a non-believer’

51. They’re moving in now and get their ugly colour coded sweaters lol

52. F rank trying to cope ’I actually rly like gray clothes… Still want pink tho’

53. Why is korea so obsessed with ages lol

54. Sungwoon took like an air humidifier and candles and an electric mat and whatnot lmaoooo

55. Goblin parody ensue. Some trainee, Yoo Jinwon looks just like male Eun Tak (The female lead of goblin)

56. Group practice is soooooo unbalanced holy SHIT

57. The song is so high pitched they are all dying inside

58. JINWOO IS TALKING my dude…. In F rank…. Depressing

59. Daehwi is a sad boy bc the entire B team belted out the high notes like no joke

60. Two dance black holes make slow mo eye contact if im not incorrect its the Cube F rank and one of the YGk+ F ones with a haircut idk how to describe.. like… its black… sure is black

61. Within 10 minutes A rank fucking aces the dance as a whole, sure its not perfect but it looks GREAT

62. F is a… Mess sighs. At least that’s how they’re portrayed. In group shots at least half of the kids can do the dance just GREAT but sure obvs mnet isnt gonna show them

63. Daehwi has problems with the high notes poor lil kid

64. Namhyun, Sungwoo and Sungwoon have no problems hitting it though

65. I fucking hate this system because rappers need to excel in vocals too which is fucking unfair and they just humiliated BNM Woojin who cant reach the notes and the trainer is NO FUCKING HELP and doesn’t guide him or anything just looks at him judgingly just fuck off dude seriously

66. Sungwoo is just like Sejeong, got everyone shook during first evaluation, sings like an angel and CAN actually dance but has small problems while adapting to the choreo

67. Now to the D group training KAHI MY MOTHER

68. Baekho has problems concentrating to the dance and they only show him obviously thanks Mnet for nothing like he is not the type of person for p101 hes literally the furthest away from the p101 type why did pledis force them there Im so fucking angry dude

69. Another poor black hole cutie is Cube Guanlin ugh im so sad about him DON’T CRY

70. But others are helping him which makes me happy thank god for that

71. C group get compared to chicks and vitamin C lol

72. The C group vocal trainer is pretty af and everyone are in love including me

73. ‘Age is just a number’ BOI

74. Bae Jinyoung keeps looking at the ground SHY BOY but he also messed up his singing poor kiddo

75. B team has the same vocal coach as A and I think D has the same dude

76. Honestly I fucking hate that dude he’s so rude to rapper kids and doesn’t even help him and Mnet tries to play it off like ‘haha tsundere’ but no he’s just an asshole

77. One of the rappers does adlibs lol

78. But everyone else are just in pain I fucking hate this system so much

79. Woojin is a small baby but sings like gold

80. AND D TEAM HAS THE SAME ASSHOLE COACH

81. He picks out NU’EST right away ugh but MY DUDE REN DOES SO WELL

82. RBW GUNHEE MY B O I HOLY HELL SINGS SO WELL WHYS HE IN D even the coach said he did the best out of the grades he coaches ( A B and D)

83. That coach is so much nicer in D

84. I take everything back he just fucking destroyed my baby Hyungseob I’m so fucking done with everything

85. B team dance class que

86. Kang Daniel feels a bit full of himself but tbh he is literally perfect at everything and has the dance clean already

87. Kim Jaehwan has problems with dance this is like with Juna last season lol

88. JAEHWAN IS PRACTICING ALONE AS THE LAST ONE THERE POOR KID

89. The dorm clips, everyone are practicing

90. Aaaaaaaaand now they’re doing the reevaluation filming

91. B grade Kim Sangbin danced really well and even sang well even though hes a rapper and then dabbed lmao hope lost

92. MY LIL JUSTIN KIDDO IS UP but holy shit his singing is really bad I’m sad

93. Everyone are saying they are anticipating Minhyun to move up by a rank but his clip is awful I’m so fucking sad dude I don’t have any words to express my absolute misery he looks so beaten up and other trainees are trying to console him I’m so fucking sad

94. Now it’s Baekho’s turn, he doesn’t do too well either but it def isn’t THAT bad and mnet is just trying to make NU’EST look bad because they aren’t showing JR’s clip even though he was good enough to move up to B grade

95. The dude with the best singing voice, Gunhee, his singing voice broke rip

96. Moonbok’s clip wasn’t good and everyone are sad bc he practiced a lot

97. Kwon Hyunbin from YGk+ does really shit and I feel soooooooooooo sorry because he isn’t doing good and people aren’t vvoting for him either but it just won’t come out right and im SO SORRY FOR HIM AAAAAAAGHHHHHH and like YGk+ is a modelling company so he wont debut and then theres this kid Ha Minho who I like too and his rank is like what 94 rn hes gonna fucking die. I hate this show why is it so addicting

98. Calls to family ft. a lot of tears from everyone but Jisung’s sister has the same sense of humor as Jisung does its gr8 why isn’t he in top 11 vote for him jesus fuck

99. Judges are gonna watch the reevaluation things now time to Get Sad Bois

100. Daehwi and Samuel get praised and JAEHWAN MY LIL BOY FIXED HIS DANCE IM SO PROUD

101. Oh no now theyre gonna watch Minhyuns catastrophe clip I want to fucking die

102. Kahi said that Min gets pressured when competing with other people I’m so fucking sad my boy is so stable and talented if anyone wants good NU’EST lives just fucking hit me up he is sooooo high quality stop bullying him @mnet @pledis

103. Why do they only show bad clips I’m so sad and the trainers all laugh at them this just… it’s so ugly leave the kids alone they are under such immense pressure with such a difficult song and choreo

104. Finally they are showing the good trainees I’m so glad give them that ATTENTION and MY KID HYUNGSEOB IS THERE WITH A PEACE SIGN

105. And to end it now they’re getting the reevaluation grades and a bunch of kids are moving up I’m glad but they aren’t showing anyone’s new grades

And now, also good screencaps that didn’t make it into the top 9, some funny, some depressing, Also I’m ready to stab anyone who came up with the goddamn food and bathroom break ration they’re doing by rank like what is this u cant dance u cant eat?? well hello there stalin

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ronaldreghan · 7 years

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bruh

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

well that would be dani and i would be very confused. “why was i naked?” i would ask. i have no reason to be naked around dani. or anyone, for that matter.

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

well i found out he was a trump supporter (rip) so i deleted him from everything. i still feel gross and its been almost 6 months.

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

honestly depends on the drug. weed? i dont care. shrooms/lsd/acid? id be a little iffy, but i ultimately wouldnt care. heroin/cocaine/opiods? id immediately try to help them get help.

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

ya its 7 lol

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

sober (unfortunately)

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

no? i dont think so

7. What does your last received text say?

“i like that color”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

idk we made out for like twenty minutes because i was too chicken to say “hey you were fun for ten minutes but id really rather be with my friends”

9. Where was your last kiss at?

some shitty halloween rave

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

i dont have a sister lol

11. What do you drink in the morning?

water

12. Where did you sleep last night?

in my bed? where else am i gonna sleep? the dumpster behind my dorm? a clown car?

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

yeah. its constant work, but it shouldnt be annoying work, you know? its work thats hard but you enjoy doing it

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

ya i wouldnt spend so much money lol

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

YES GET ME OUT OF THERE AWAY FROM TRUMP BOY

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

rainy!!!

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

nope

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

jeans

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

wish i fuckin knew. probably not.

20. Does anyone like you?

no i dont think so.

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

nope

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

fuck no

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

the boy i last kissed

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

i already have one lmao

25. In the past week have you cried?

yeah i cried in the airport because i had to call my mom because i didnt have enough money for the uber home and i was freaking the fuck out

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

i dont know! but he was littleand cute and i love him

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

out of the shower

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

no all the football players i knew in high school were gross, and my current school doesnt have a football team

29. Do you think you’re old?

im not 20 yet so no

30. Do you like text messaging?

yes! i love texting! it makes it so easy to talk to my friends back home and also its so much easier to put things into writing

31. What type of day are you having?

eh, its ok. i met with my schools career service center and we talked about what i have to do to get my dream job, and also an actual job.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

yeah, but i cant do piercings.

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

WARM

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

my dad! even though he annoys me sometimes hes still my dad and i love him a lot

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

a fling. i dont have the time, money, or desire for an actual Relationship rn

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

id like to think simple, but i also know that my logic doesnt always make sense to other people, which can make me seem complicated so *shrug* idk

37. What song are you listening to?

im listening to the sabres/sharks broadcast sooooo

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

usually39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

dani, anishka, brooke40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

well he plays for the sabres and hes super cute and i love him hes softe. he doesnt know i exist because why would he but i lov him.41. When did you last receive a text message?

well since i wrote the beginning of this post i have received two (2) texts, the most recent of which was 3 minutes ago42. What is wrong with you right now?

I NEED MONEY. I HAVE $6 IN MY BANK ACCOUNT AND I HAVE $100 IN FRATERNITY DUES AT THE END OF THE MONTH.43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

dani is one of my best friends lol44. Does anyone disgust you?

myself, mostly. but like, ACTUAL disgust? anyone who is alt-right.45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

probably not46. Are you in a good mood right now?

relatively, yeah47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

my roommates48. What color shirt are you wearing?

its a black parade mcr shirt...................49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

yeah, that im poor lol50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

myself51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

yeah, i honestly hate him so much hahaha but yet were still facebook friends so

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

the buffalo sabres53. Do you like rain?

yes!!! i love rain so much!!! especially thunderstorms!!!! 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

no55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

all the time in high school. i knew they didnt like me back, so pair that with crippling shyness and nothing ever happened.56. Do you like to cuddle?

YES. CUDDLE ME.57. Are you shy?

GOD YES. i Cannot talk to new people. 58. Do you get along with girls?

i gotta. us women gotta stick together.59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

yeah dani and i dated for like almost 3 months lol 60. What do you carry with you at all times?

my phone. i always, always have my phone with me. 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

oh fuck yeah. i love ghosts gimme some ghost love. 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

eh. sure, lets say yeah. 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

nope, but i wanted one. and now i am Here, single, bitter. 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

OH MY GODDDDDD FOREHEAD KISSES KILL ME AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ALSO TEMPLE KISSES GOD I AM SO WEAK FOR THOSE65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

yeah, i surprised brooke and dani and they both screamed which was probably cute, but mostly made me warm inside.

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

uh 19/20, 18, and 16 (at the time)

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?

id do them myself lol i dont fucking care. 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?

...zebra?

69. Do you have any stickers on your car?

no but i want some70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?

lil wayne, i dont fuck my cousins.71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?

iphone bith!!!72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?

like two-ish weeks ago?73. Do you like diet soda?

yeah i like diet coke more than regular coke? idk it tastes better74. What color are the walls in your room?

here theyre an ugly beige, back home theyre sabres blue and gold (i was in seventh grade ok bye)75. Are you 16 or older?

ya im 19 now76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?

nope.77. Do you have a job?

not yet, but i applied for a ton! please send positive thoughts my way that i get one!!! 78. What are your initials?

MMR79. Did you ever have braces?

yeah, for two and a half years :/80. Are you from the south?

do i fuck my cousins?

81. What does your last status on facebook say?

my most recent activity was me sharing the article about harrison browne retiring, but my most recent original activity says “ED SHEERAN IS COMING TO BUFFALO THIS IS NOT A DRILL”82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?

nope. he re-followed me on twitter in november tho lol83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?

probably my mom, but it used to be the other way around.84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?

no but i wanted to so bad when i was younger!!!85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?

the lego batman movie lol86. Do you smoke?

nope. both of my parents smoked cigarettes and i dont fuck with that. as for weed (which i assume this is actually referring to), i smoked it once over the summer,but i dont really want to again? idk i just have no burning desire to get high.87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?

flip flops.88. Is your phone touch screen?

ya89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?

my hair is limp bitch90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?

yeah lol once i snuck out at 1 in the morning to go to noco and buy chocolate milk it was an Adventure91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?

pool. im not about to get some fucking parasite in my vagina, which would happen to me with my shitty luck.92. Have you ever made out in a car?

ye93. …Had sex in a car?

no, im a version94. Are you single or in a relationship?

single95. What were you doing last night at midnight?

what WAS i doing last night at midnight, thats actually a good question.96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?

uh new years. in person? fourth of july i think.97. Do you like the camera on your phone?

yeah. i mostly take my picture through snapchat so98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

I FUCKING WISH99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?

no but ive thrown up.............100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?

a few101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

bitch do i look like im stickin dicks in my hoo ha102. Name your favorite Kesha song:

her cover of true colors? iconic, show stopping, brilliant, amazing, never been done before103. Do you have any tan lines right now?

yes! its amazing bc that never happens104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?

FUCK. NO.

#mine #Anonymous

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pen-masta · 7 years

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Joy bounces on the sidewalk waiting for Castel. A pink envelope closed with a heart sticker, sprayed with just a little bit of some old perfume that she doesn’t wear anymore is tucked safely in her book bag. She bites her lip as she smiles, she’s so excited to slip this confidence booster in his locker--heaven knows he needs it. She hears a door close and turns to see Castel walking out of his house, her smile falls when she sees him. He looks awful.

His hair looks a little messier than normal as it peaks out from under his gray hood. Dressed in an old t-shirt, ripped jeans, old gray NASA hoodie, and dark sunglasses he walks with his hands tucked in his pockets; hunched over almost looking as though he is physically trying to shrink. She has a feeling the sunglasses are being used to hide his red eyes from a night of humiliated sobbing--her Cassie really needs this boost and fast!

When he walks up he forces a small smile as he greets her, “Hey J-bird.”

Her heart shatters at the brokenness in his voice.

“Morning Cassierole,” she smiles and slips her arm to hook around his. “Let’s go buddy.”

He nods as they walk down the street. She knows better than to ask how he is, after the night he has had she knows he is not going to open up about it. He’s purged and now he will never want to speak about it again...but she really wants to know.

“Sooooo...how’s everything?” She asks as they walk.

“Fine,” he says not looking at her.

She chews her bottom lip, “Cassie...I’m sorry about what happened yes--”

“Joy,” he cuts her off gruffly. “Please I...I don’t want to talk about it.”

She nods and looks down for a moment, “I know everything is not fine C-bear.”

He huffs and nods, “Yeah I know you know.”

She looks at him, “I just want you to know I’m here for you Cassie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks

Even behind the dark sunglasses she can see his eye roll, “Joy we’re friends...it’s kind of like a known fact we’re there for each other. You don’t need to say it.” He sighs and mutters, “Not like you have a choice.”

Joy stops dead halting both of them, “Excuse me?”

He looks at her and sighs, “Joy we’ve been friends since kindergarten, we’ve been friends for twelve years now and it’s just like...I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Are you trying to say I don’t have a choice in being your friend?” She asks breaking their linked arms.

He sighs, “Joy all I’m saying is after so many years of friendship it’s just... hard to imagine you leaving me...even after I’ve messed up so much.”

She blinks, “Cassie...do you think I want to leave you?”

He looks at her then down at the ground, “Well after everything that’s happened...I know I would ditch me.”

She sighs and shakes her head, “Cassie all that stuff isn’t your fault and in no way makes me want to not be friends with you.” She smiles a little, “So you embarrassed yourself a few times in front of people. So what?”

He looks up at her and she can see so much pain in his eyes--even behind the sunglasses. Her heart constricts.

“Cassie look you gotta forget about those guys at school. They’re just jerks alright?” She shrugs, “And all those girls are just meaningless tramps. Honestly I think they’re just stupid to treat you that way. You’re an amazing guy and--”

“Please don’t say that,” he sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Why not?” She asks shocked, “It’s true Cassie.”

“Is it though?” He asks with a slightly snarky undertone. “Joy you’ve been my friend for years, when stuff like this happens...it’s kind of your obligation to say stuff like that and make me feel better.”

Joy stares at him in shock, what happened to her Cassie? Is he really questioning her friendship?

“I...I don’t understand Cas.” She says confused.

“It’s the same with everyone else in my life,” he huffs and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Papa is obligated to say he’s proud of me on some level, Moman is obligated to say I’m her handsome young man. Mikey and Zack are obligated to say I’m their favorite little brother, my nieces and nephews are obligated to say I’m a cool uncle.” He rolls his eyes, “And I know everyone loves me and means well but...sometimes it just feel so forced. I can’t actually believe they really feel that way about me...and on some level you’re obligated to say nice things about me, and how can those girls not see how great I am and what not.” He glares at the ground, “And sometimes I think you’re kind of obligated to be my frien--Ouch!”

He jumps and holds the epicenter of the pain shooting up his arm. He looks at Joy to see her staring at him, her stern face is all scrunched up with anger. She let’s her hand drop to her side satisfied with his silence--okay maybe she didn’t need swat him so hard, but she couldn’t get a word in with him ranting on like that.

“Are you serious Castel?” She asks harshly, “You really think we just say those things because it’s some kind of obligation we have to you? For what? Just being in your life?” She sighs and her face softens, “Cassie you can’t let those jerks at school get to you. Just because they can’t see how great you are doesn't me you’re not...and it certainly doesn’t mean the things we say to you are only said because we feel like we have to or something.”

He stares at her and she sighs, “Cassie you really are all those things, I know it’s hard to not let those stupid people at school effect you but their words really have no value. They’re just being mean just to be mean, alright?” Her voice hardens and her eyes spark with fire, “And don’t you ever say I’m obligated to be your friend. Don’t you ever question our friendship ever again. Do you understand me Castel Cubs?”

He stares at her for a moment, the look in her eyes although terrifies him also let’s him see how serious she is. He knows she means what she says, she’s not just saying stuff to make him feel better...well she is but she really whole heatedly means what she says. There is no obligation with anyone in his life, especially not Joy--just his stupid brain trying to make him feel worse. Self-pity is not a good look for him.

He smiles a little and nods, “Alright, I understand.”

She nods and crosses her arms, “That’s right.”

He smiles and puts his hands in his pockets again, “I’m sorry Joy, just been really down lately. I know your friendship is real just me trying to make myself feel worse.”

Her face softens, “It’s ok Cassie I know it’s been a lot for you.” She gently caresses the spot on his arm where she hit him, “I’m sorry I hit you, I just didn’t know how else to get you to stop with all that gobbly gook.”

“It’s alright,” he shrugs, “I was spewing a lot of gook.” He smiles using her word.

She smiles and links her arm through his again, “Sometime I don’t like your big stinky dumb brain.”

“Me either,” he chuckles.

She smiles sweetly and pokes his side, “Things will get better Cassierole I promise.” She winks, “Stay positive.”

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It’s been such a long day of avoiding eye contact with his peers. He tries hard to ignore the snickering and the whispers around him, he’s been through this before he knew the humiliation and the jokes and laughter that would accompany today. But it still hurts. He’s lost all of dignity, he’s lost a lot. His friends from the robotics club didn’t even want him sitting with them at lunch today because they didn’t want to be seen with him...some friends! Not like anyone cool would pay any attention to them anyway but Chuck said they just didn’t want any unnecessary attention draw to them. Even his nerd friends didn’t want to be seen with Catch Less Cassie.

He can hear the faint conversations behind him about how he was covered it Matt Bakers lunch yesterday. How stupid he looked, how he had attempted to ask out yet another girl way out of his league and on and on. He sighs and tries to focus on his conversation with Joy this morning. Things will get better yeah they’ll get better once I’m out of this school, he thinks to himself. His eyes shift to the clock, Ten more minutes just ten more minutes and this day is over.

The bell rings and he’s the first out the door. As he walks briskly to his locker he can see people snickering and pointing at him and Catch Less Cassie floats through the air. Just make it to your locker, get your books and get out of here. He puts in his combination as more girls pass him mocking the events from yesterday causing his heart to shatter. I guess having a prom date is out the window, not that I had high hopes for that. And forget the graduation parties, I’ve made too big of a name for myself no one will want me there...unless I’m just there to be a joke. He sighs feeling utterly defeated, his quest was really turning against him. Beaten down, discouraged, and broken he opens his locker.

His eyes follow a pink envelope flutters to the ground. He stands there for a moment staring at the envelope before looking around. The hallway has almost cleared and there appears to be no one around. He looks back down at the envelope before carefully picking it up.

He’s hit with the faint scent of cinnamon; it’s spicy and sweet and he recognizes it...but he can’t pinpoint from where. There’s nothing written on the outside the only thing on it is a red heart sticker being used to tape the envelope shut. He stares at the envelope in his hands with a dubious expression. It came from his locker...but is it really for him? Maybe it’s some kind of joke?

“Hey dude!” Joy shouts jumping next to him.

He jerks and looks up at her as she giggles.

“Sorry C-bear didn’t mean to scare ya,” she smiles and sees the envelope. Play it cool Joy, she tells herself. “What’s that?”

He blinks and looks down at the envelope, “I don’t know. It just fell out of my locker.”

“Ooooo mystery letter!” Joy pipes happily and bounces on her toes, “Are you gonna open it?”

He scrunches his eyebrows together, “I don’t know. What if it’s a joke?”

Joy’s face softens, “Cassie why would it be a joke?”

He shrugs, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

She sighs and takes the envelope, “Cassie I don’t think it’s a joke.” She examines the paper in her hands, “It’s pink someone specifically picked this out Cassie. And it smells like someone’s perfume and it’s closed with a sticker.” She smiles, “Someone took time to do this, if it was a joke I think there would be less effort put into it you know?”

He contemplates her words before nodding, “Maybe.”

“I say you open it,” she says and hands the envelope back to him.

He takes it and puts it in his bag, “I’ll open it later, let’s just get out of here Jo-jo.”

Her smile shrinks a little, disappointed she won’t get to see his face when he opens it. But she manages to not make her disappointment obvious.

“Alrighty-roo!” She nods and looks at her watch. “Well the ‘rents wont be home for a while, wanna hang out and have some Friend Fun tonight?” She nudges his ribs, “I think someone could use it huh?”

He smiles and nods a little, “That’d be nice J-bird...but I think I’d like some more time to be alone. Just for today.”

Joy pouts deeply, “But Cassie.”

“Please let’s just take a rain check.” He glances at two girls that walk passed them snickering and pointing at him. He sighs and looks back at Joy, “I’m just not feeling up to it today Jo-jo.”

“What if we just did our work together?” Joy asks trying to persuaded him. “Please no one is gonna be home for a while and I really don’t want to be alone.”

He sighs watching her eyes grow wide and glassy as she pouts. He’s weak.

“Fine, fine. You win,” he sighs. “But just to do work alright? I really just want to have another low key night.”

“Consider it done Casanova,” Joy nods and takes his hand.

She smiles the whole way back to the house egar for Castel to open the envelope.

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“I don’t know Jo-jo,” he sighs staring at the envelope. “I just don’t see why someone would put this in my locker.”

“Well you’re never gonna know until you open it,” she says from the kitchen. “You can sit there and stare at it wondering, or you can open it and start to get some answers.”

Castel sighs and twirls the light paper around in his hands. She’s right, he knows she’s right...but he’s still unsure. Part of him wants to open it while the other part wants to forget it even exits--fearing it’s some cruel joke. But his curiosity weights out. Just gotta do it fast like ripping off a band-aid.

Carefully he pulls off the sticker and takes out the folded paper inside of the envelope. He opens it slowly and reads over the words quickly. Overall, the letter is short in length but very well decorated. A lacy boarder lines the edges of the paper with the words written in a frilly cursive font in the center of the page. From the colors and the scent of the perfume and the general look of the letter he’s guessing it was written by a girl--but why? He supposes it’s time to actually read the words.

Dear Castel,

I’ve been meaning to speak to you for some time now, but I can’t bring myself to face you. So I’ve decided to do the next best thing and write you a letter. I saw what happened in the cafeteria yesterday and I honestly have to say I’m disgusted with the way everyone treated you. I hate it when they do stuff like that to you, it pains me deeply to see you so hurt. It wounds me to see you down under a dark cloud, I miss seeing you smile during the school day. Your smile always brightens my day, especially when you’re laughing. Your teeth sparkle and shine and are just as luminous as your smile itself. You look so much cuter when you’re smiling! Maybe it’s weird but when I’m having a bad day I just wait until I see you pass by and your smile always lifts my spirits and warms me to the bone. Your smile is just so warm and kind and friendly and is an insight to your personality--and it’s what entranced me.

Castel I have watched you from afar for some time now, to afraid to speak to you but I can’t sit back in silence and watch these people degrade you any longer. I know Catch Less Cassie isn’t your favorite nickname but it reminds me that you are single and if you’re single then I have a chance! You’re such an amazing guy you’re smart, and funny, and quirky, and caring. Not to mention how built you are! I mean bow-WOW! Of course that’s just a bonus ;) what I’m trying to say is I would really love to get to know you better Castel and if you’re willing to let me you can contact me here.

[email protected]

I hope to hear from you soon Castel please don’t keep me waiting!

-Love

Your secret admirer

Castel stares at the paper feeling his face burning bright red all the way up his ears. Is this really real? Does he really have a secret admirer? Could someone really be in love with him? Wow! This is so crazy! And almost...unreal. He clears his throat and folds the letter up again. Before he gets his hopes up he needs to do some investigating, who knows maybe this really is just some cruel joke the jocks or cheerleaders are playing on him. He wouldn’t put it past them to pull a Carrie on him. No, he needs more information before he actually believes this.

“So what is it?” Joy asks as she skips back into the room with some cut up apples and bottles of water.

He smiles and stuffs the letter into his bag again, “Oh nothing really.”

“Can I see?” She asks sitting next to him on the couch.

“Later Jo-jo,” he says and takes a bottle of water. “Right now let’s get to work.”

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