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daegall · 2 years

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Tell me everything.

↳ Best friends are supposed to tell each other everything, but Donghyuck isn't all that sure if he can tell you about his feelings. (He obviously also doesn't know that you have a big fat crush on him too)

pairing: best friend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst, best friends to lovers!AU

warnings: um parties, mentions of alcohol, reader and hyuck are so fucking oblivious, bro idk i dont rmember writing this fic im so sorry

word count: 8.8k words

a/n: oh my fucking god the rollercoaster this fic has been to me. i swear to god i have never ever been so blocked EVER im sos ososososoooo sorry this is SO overdue man i feel so guilty and at the same time i feel so disappointed in this fic but its ok ^^ i'll just grow out of it in the future and look back and laugh (with tears </3)

anw BIG HUGE thank you to the godess of editing herself, @jenotapes ! thank you so so sooo much aisha for the beautiful header, i cannot express how much i love it and how thankful i am, it's so gorgeous it's liek theonly good thing about this whole thing HAHA

The first real friend you've ever had, you have to say, is your mother, but really that's another situation.

Other than her, you'd have to say it would be Hung Renjun, someone you've known since middle school. You were inseparable during middle school, and sure you had a few crushes on him, but it's a lot different now.

You grew apart, but it doesn't seem like any of you minded it that much.

Your best friend after that, would be Lee Donghyuck. Someone you met through Renjun.

It was during Renjun's cousin's wedding where you met him. (You were only invited because this certain cousin used to be like a sister to you when you were younger. You like to remember all the tea parties you had together.)

But man, would you like to thank, and scold, both Renjun and his cousin for inviting you. Because of them, you found Donghyuck.

It was quite a unique way to find your best friend.

"You've got some moves!"

You turn around at the unexpected, and unfamiliar voice, alarmed at a (very cute) stranger with a light smile on his lips. Your lips go from a gape of surprise, to a bright smile that slips a laugh, "Thank you!"

"Do you have a phone number too?"

Yes, he had tried asking you out. Not only did you end up giving up your number, but you did go hang out a while after that.

You most certainly did (and still do) have the biggest crush on him, finding him so very charming and cute and, well, your type.

But for some apparent reason, he never asked if you wanted to actually date. You're not sure if he forgot, or he thinks you weren't interested or something, but he just didn't. You suspect he didn't have any more interest anymore. Not that you minded, (now. You minded a lot back then.) but it's getting a lot harder to keep in with every day that you get closer to Donghyuck.

It's gotten to the point where you don't even want to think of him, fearing that it would show and your whole friendship would be ruined.

Instead, you bake, as you always did when you had something particular on your mind.

Chocolate chip cookies, you had decided about 20 minutes ago, the soft and chewy ones that Donghyuck like—

"Holy shit," you whisper to yourself, voice hushed with realization. "did I just make Lee Donghyuck's favorite fucking snack without realizing?!"

Yeah, your crush on him has gotten a lot worse. You suspect this happened when he took you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner when he noticed your dull state last week. He even paid for all the food!

You decide to let all your thoughts go as you close the oven with your fist batch of cookies, the rustiness of the screws more than enough to distract you. Gosh, nobody in your dorm building takes care of the poor thing. You remember when Yoo Jimin and Kim Minjeong attempted to roast a whole turkey but it came out way undercooked because the oven broke down within 30 minutes.

Just as you thought your mind was Lee Donghyuck-free, the door to the kitchen opens, and in comes all your thoughts once again, as your best friend enters.

"Hey there," he greets.

"Hi,"

"What are you doing?"

You shrug, turning around as you continue mixing the cookie dough. "I don't know, what does it seem like I'm doing?"

A chuckle slips from Donghyuck's lips as he approaches you, choosing to take a seat on the counter, next to the cooling rack. "Cookies?"

You only him in approval, placing the bowl back down on the counter.

To Donghyuck, your baking is one of the best he knows. First, would be his mother, of course, but you’re close to beating her, especially with the cake you baked for Renjun’s birthday a few months ago. He particularly likes your baking when you two are awake at midnight, and instead of using the oven, you choose to use the microwave, to make simple 2 minute microwave cookies or brownies. They’re the best for midnight snacks to have while writing an essay, or having an existential crisis together.

A moment later, Donghyuck finds you rummaging through the many drawers to find something. Once you finally find it, you go straight back to the dough, before you stick the object in, and scoop it back out.

In front of Donghyuck, is a teaspoon, scooped with your cookie dough. He mumbles a few words of gratitude, before taking the spoon from you and shoving it in his mouth.

While Jaemin and Jeno are your favorite taste testers, (due to their immaculate opinions of how much salt and/or sugar you put into your recipes) Donghyuck always somehow finds his way to become number one. Maybe it’s because you like to hear the compliments from him. (or your big fat crush on him. Both, most likely.)

"Oh, yum! This is really good," Donghyuck smacks his lips, savouring each second of the taste melting on his tongue, and gets a small sense of... nostalgia.

"Hey, did you put some—"

"—cinnamon? Yes I did, I remember you telling me how your mom would do it, so I decided to try it myself too. Good to know you like it,"

It was a simple mention during a debate of if cupcakes or cookies were better, but the very random fact stuck to the back of your mind whenever you thought of baking. You’ve been meaning to make some, but never had the time to until now. (Though, you do have a few assignments begging to be finished as you bake.)

While Donghyuck is so very thankful, and delighted, he's a tiny bit worried. He knows you only bake when you have a mind full of things you don't want it to be filled with. This happened when you flunked that one assignment and you baked a whole birthday cake to get your mind off it.

"Are you okay?"

You're surprised at Donghyuck's words, instantly halting your actions to turn to him with shock written in every part of your face. "Huh?"

"I mean," Donghyuck passes you the spoon back, wiping your hand when he sees its got some flour stuck to it, "you're baking. Cookies. A lot of them. You only bake when you're thinking a lot, what's up? I'm your best friend, tell me everything!"

And that is exactly what you've been thinking about. How attentive he is, how caring and kind he is. Gosh he almost makes you go crazy just by doing things like this to you, you might just tell him what's wrong to have him stop completely.

"Nothing," you breathe out, going back to check on the cookies in the oven, "just bored, I guess."

Donghyuck doesn't buy a single bit of it, and you know he doesn't. So instead, you decide to lie a little, hoping he wouldn't catch it.

"I was so busy yesterday, I guess I just wanted to relax. Decided to make some cookies for you."

At this, Donghyuck can't help but chuckle. Cookies? For him? "Just for me?"

Oh shit, did you say that? Silently, you panic, unconsciously shifting away from Donghyuck to hide your growing nose scrunch of embarrassment. "Uhh, f-for us...?" You hope he lets it go, you hope with your entire soul that he lets it go and accepts your stupid and poorly made excused for once.

Alas, he is Lee Donghyuck, your best friend who will never let you live down a single thing if you make a mistake. (You always question why you even like him.) There was a time you accidentally switched the names of two of your upperclassmen. The most embarrassing 2 weeks of your life when he would remind you every other day.

Donghyuck's head throws back with laughter, gripping the edge of the counter for balance. He's always looked so cute while laughing, and you don't miss the way your heart stutters. And neither does Donghyuck. His own heart feels like it's soaring, jumping all around his body, swirling and spinning all because of you. "Oh my god, you're so cute!"

Oh my god, he's driving you crazy.

To shut him up, you grab a cookie from the cooling rack, before shoving it in his mouth, flicking at his forehead. "Shut up or these cookies are going to Chenle."

Donghyuck nods, though laughing and chewing, winking and blowing a kiss at you. Once again, he feels his heart somersault when you reach over to wipe the few crumbs at the corner of his lips.

ii.

Lee Donghyuck never liked business management. Sure, it’s where he realized that the person he hit on at Renjun’s cousin’s party sat 2 rows in front of him, and yeah, Professor Lee is his favorite teacher, and sure, he sometimes likes the lessons–okay, maybe he just hates it today.

Or maybe today is complete shit to him. Yes, he hates today. None of your nagging during breakfast, or even lunch, due to your sudden cold you got overnight. He’s had to go through classes without you, only get one cup of coffee, and he didn’t even get one text from you. What’s up with that?

He feels completely relieved to be going back to his beloved room, expecting to do nothing but sleep for the rest of the day, and maybe watch some of his favorite reality shows. He just… he really needs to rest.

You know what he would kill for right now? Your cookies. The ones you made the other day for him, the ones you added cinnamon to and made him feel all warm inside. In his opinion, those are the best cookies he’s ever eaten. But he won’t tell his mom.

Yeah, one of those would not be bad for this shitty, shitty day. Or maybe you yourself, there to accompany him and cheer him up, but you’ve got a sickness, and need to rest. Him feeling down in the dumps is a lot less important than your health.

But apparently, that’s not exactly your own priorities.

Donghyuck doesn’t expect to see you here, when he swings open his dorm door, but there you are, with a mask on and a duster in hand. You seem to be cleaning out the bookshelf by the window, the one Donghyuck installed with you just for the aesthetics.

Why are you dusting it? Heck, why are you even here?!

“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here? You need to rest right this second!”

You were just about to say something, to explain why you’re in his room in the first place, but your best friend beats you to it, rushing up to you, before he grabs gently at your arms. You drop the duster in your hand at this, gaping at the way Donghyuck tugs you to his bed.

It’s like every time you’re about to say something, anything, Donghyuck interrupts you with an action, pressing his hand to your forehead. “God, you’re still burning up. Have you taken your meds yet?”

FInally, you’re able to speak, as Donghyuck shuts up to hear you. Instead of words, a light laugh slips through your lips, as you shake your head in disbelief. “No, yeah, I took them right before coming here.” Donghyuck doesn’t say anything, but you can already practically feel the curiosity radiating off him, the frustration he’s about to spew out into words.

“I came here to clean your room,” You say, brushing Donghyuck’s hands off your arms, only to take them in yours softly. Instantly, his thumbs run over your knuckles carefully. You can’t deny the way your heart swirls with love. “since my dusty ass room is what gave me my morning cold.” Suddenly, you grow a bit conscious of how ridiculous you might seem to him, getting up to clean up your best friend’s room.

“Didn’t want you to get one, or something.” You can’t look Donghyuck in the eye, afraid that it would be the last thing to set you off into a hot, shy mess.

But unbeknownst to you, Donghyuck looks at you so gently, so lovingly and softly. He’s so very thankful for you, in so many ways. Just being in your presence has him instantly calming down, and forgetting about every single bad thing he’s had come across him today. Just the thought of you caring so much for him has him forgiving every single thing that’s ever hurt him in his life.

As if looking Donghyuck in the eye wasn’t enough to make you go crazy, Donghyuck’s hands suddenly slide up your arms, his fingertips brushing against your skin, before he wraps his arms around your shoulders, securing you tightly to him.

You feel, and practically memorize every time Donghyuck’s skin comes in contact with yours, touching, brushing, leaving trails of goosebumps. The best kind.

You feel so many things when Donghyuck hugs you. You feel shocked, and surprised, and at the same time so flustered. But those aren’t the strangers feelings in you. Others being worry, and dread.

This hug isn’t the typical ones that Donghyuck usually gives you. It’s tighter, tenser, he’s not giggling, and neither are you. Another thing that makes you feel awfully concerned about this hug, is the fact that Donghyuck has stuffed his head in your neck, and is breathing awfully heavily. It takes you one moment, then two, before you feel the tears and hear the sobs.

Instantly, your arms wrap around him instantly, tucking him closer to you, before you feel tears spring to your eyes as well. You don’t say anything, despite having so many questions, and Donghyuck is so very thankful for that. Sometimes asking for a reason and wanting to understand someone fully isn’t the best, in his opinion, but you don’t even have to ask to understand him. You’ve never had to. Just with an expression on his face, you can tell instantly what he’s feeling.

“One day without me and you’re already struggling, what would you do without me?”

Oh, how Donghyuck feels so safe around you. He pulls away from your shoulder, slightly grimacing at the sight of a damp spt, before a laugh chokes through his sniffling. “Nothing, so you better stick to me for the rest of our lives, alright?”

You do nothing but nod, and chuckle, before you start to wipe away Donghyuck’s tears with the sleeves of your sweater. Not the best choice for wiping someone’s eyes, but that doesn’t really matter right now. Donghyuck needs you, and you’ll be there for him.

“You wanna talk about it?” You mumble softly, brushing his hair from his face. Your best friend finds his heart swelling and thumping erratically with so much love at the look on your face. He’s always liked it when you take care of him. You don’t judge him, not at all. His needs are what you focus on, and it feels good to finally be loved for once.

“Can I?” He whispers in reply, falling into the warmth of your hands. His own grip at your wrists, holding them up to his face.

You smile, and it tells him everything. You’re not going anywhere until he feels better, no matter how long, or how hard the task will be. “Tell me everything.”

And that’s exactly what Donghyuck does. He tells you of how his morning was thoroughly mundane and how he seemed to have struggled to stay awake during class, and how Professor Lee even told him off for dozing off. He tells you each detail, every word and action, and you practically feel like you’re in the scene with how he describes it.

One thing he leaves out, however, is every feeling he’s felt. How could he? He’s sure to blurt out how incredibly safe he feels with you, how worried he was because of your cold, how all he could think about today was just you. Not to mention, how he really believes he cares for you, way more than a best friend should.

Just your presence, the sight of you, it makes him feel somehow inside. Like having a warm picnic late in the afternoon, the warm rays of the sunshine feeling oh so relaxing.

Like watching one of your favorite chick flicks or romantic movies with you after his breakdown, but not even paying attention to the movie because of the way you look so immersed and mesmerized with it has him himself in a daze. That one spark in your eye you always have when you’re so interested, the smile on your lips when you sigh with delight, the way your hands curl around Donghyuck’s wrist to bring you closer.

Donghyuck loves these moments. Donghyuck loves you.

iii.

Alright, Donghyuck does not love you. At least, he doesn’t think he does.

Not in these moments, when you bug him constantly when you very much know he needs to be focusing and finishing his essay.

But hey, in your defence, he’s got 2 weeks to finish it, and it’s not like he doesn’t have everything planned out for it. He’s been ready, much to your surprise. And as much as you are proud of him, you’re not so proud when he’s chosen to use the time where you two usually go to the grocery store near campus to do some assignment.

And it’s not like he doesn’t bug you every time you’re doing literally anything other than hanging out with him. There was a time you had to tutor Jung Sungchan (who will always remain your favorite student) but Donghyuck was around the corner, whispering (not so) quietly at you about how you should totally ditch math and accompany him wherever.

“Please, Y/n,” Donghyuck finally says after attempting to ignore you for 20 straight minutes. His hands are holding at yours, shaking them with the most desperate expression you’ve ever seen on Lee Donghyuck. “I’m begging you to just let me work. 30 minutes. Then we can go get frozen yoghurt from the dining hall, how’s that?”

You really can’t help but snort, and he can’t help but feel all his frustration flutter away just at the sight of your smile. Strange, he’s been feeling things. “What happened to the Donghyuck I knew last week? When I was sick? That made me swear not to leave each other because you couldn’t even last a day without me?”

“My god, Y/n!” Donghyuck exclaims, and at that moment, his fingers intertwine with yours. Great, let’s play a round of ‘how many times can your best friend make you feel things a best friend shouldn’t’ shall we?

“Yes, my love,” There goes one. God do you hate (read: love) when Donghyuck calls you that.

Donghyuck breathes out, trying to suppress a laugh. (it fails.) “I know I said that, and I still don’t take it back! I really mean it, I really do,” That’s two!

“But please, just let me finish this, and then we can go grab a snack, yeah?” Okay, that wasn’t that bad.

“My treat.” And that’s three.

This comment has you shutting up with a small smile, a swirling sensation of excitement stirring in you. This is the only indication your best friend needs to know you’ve agreed to his terms.

And finally, some peace and quiet. At least, that’s what Donghyuck thought.

“What’s your favorite color?” Donghyuck sighs when you start up after promising him you wouldn’t. He glances at you only momentarily, across from him with your arms tightly wrapped around the pillow Jeong Jaehyun left accidentally when he moved out. You have a small, almost mischievous smirk on your lips, as you lightly nudge at your best friend’s knee with your foot.

“I dunno,” he mumbles out, going back to his work, “never thought of it.”

And then he’s back to typing and ignoring you. Oh, how boring this was. It’s not all that fair, in your opinion, how Donghyuck is ignoring you when every time you’ve wanted to work he’s coming over with Chenle’s dog and a bunch of your favorite movies.

“Okay then, what’s your favorite thing to do?”

“Right now?” Donghyuck murmurs, and can’t help the jumping of his heart or curl at his lips when you crawl closer to him to bump your head against his side. “It would be working on this essay.”

“You’re so boring!”

Donghyuck simply dismisses your words, though you can see the slight smirk at the corner of his lips. He’s amused, and though he claims he wants to finish his essay, you know he very much does not mind your presence with him.

“Fine,” You huff out, “I guess I’ll just go and bother Jaemin or something.”

At this, Donghyuck perks up, eyes wide as he watches you roll off the couch next to him. His hand instinctively reaches out to grab at your wrist before you could leave, tugging you back to stumble back next to him on the couch.

Just as you expected.

“Oh? What’s this? The person who has been completely ignoring me is suddenly giving me so much attention?”

“Uh–” Donghyuck stumbles over his words, racking his brain to find a witty enough response to keep you here with him. Alas, as much as he tries, as hard as he searches, his mind becomes completely blank. It’s been happening lately, actually. Whenever he stares into your eyes, he’s struggling to find all the stupid witty comments, his heart feels like it’s being tugged at, it’s so strange.

“God, okay fine! Yeah, I want you here, but please, just don’t ask me stupid shit, okay?” Donghyuck proceeds to pat the space next to him, his gaze turning shy as he looks away bashfully. “Just–just accompany me, please.”

And surprisingly, you comply, for here you are, next to him, staring at his screen. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands playing with the pillows in your arms. You’re bored, but you can suck it up, just for Donghyuck, you suppose.

A sudden thought pops up in your mind, amd before you can stop yourself, you’re blurting it out.

“What do you want for your birthday?”

You notice how Donghyuck’s fingers completely stop typing, his work put on hold. “What?”

“I mean,” You start, your voice growing quieter, “your birthday’s coming up soon, right?”

All the other years you’ve celebrated it, it was always you throwing a big surprise party for him. It was always your gift for him. But since this year Jeno and Jaemin promised they would do it for him this year, it would mean you’re gonna have to get him a present too.

Donghyuck’s never heard this question, and strangely, he doesn’t really like it coming from you. He doesn’t want to demand things like he does with his other friends (read: Rich kid Chenle). He knows that whatever it is, he��s gonna love it.

“Your love?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at the response you receive, before you fly away from his shoulder to throw him a confused look.

Donghyuck’s face is… incredibly cute. He has a teasing smile, cheeks pulled up with his eyes bright. His chuckles are soft, though they resonate repetitively in your ears, and you can’t help but start chuckling as well.

“Oh really?”

When Donghyuck shrugs with a nod, you can finally come up with an equally witty response. “You better not complain if my gift is a kiss.”

To be honest, Donghyuck doesn’t mind. In fact, he kind of–holy shit Lee Donghyuck wants to kiss you!

iv.

Hyuck 🐻: Hey [22:10] Hey [22:10] Hey [22:11]

You: What [22:11]

Hyuck 🐻: Can we call [22:12]

You: Why [22:12]

Hyuck 🐻: Need help with an assignment [22:12]

You: Okay fine yeah sure [22:13]

Only you did anything but an assignment Donghyuck was struggling on. You went on a video call, he showed you a bit of the equations, and then you don't remember anything about any assignment after that.

The only thing you can recall talking about is literally anything other than it. Like Donghyuck's story of how his pinkie apparently stopped growing. (He's told you about 6 times already, but it's got to be your favorite story to hear.)

Nonetheless, you can't say you mind it. Donghyuck has been a bit distant lately, you're not sure why, but it's great to hear from him again.

Unbeknownst to you, Donghyuck is avoiding you just a little bit. Ever since the time on the couch where he quite wanted you to kiss him, he's not sure where his heart lies. In your palms, probably.

And he definitely feels like it is, especially when you start laughing at one of his stupid jokes through the screen. It's a tiny bit lagged, with your smile coming only a few seconds after your laughs, but it still shakes Donghyuck's heart. He can't even remember the joke.

He can't remember anything when he's with you, all he wants to remember is the curl of your lips, the sound of your laughter, the warmth you emit. Well, the warmth his laptop emits.

"Hey," Donghyuck starts. He picks on the bracelet you gave him last year, after you got it from some kiosk you found when you went on vacation with your family. It was the first real gift from you, and he cherishes it with all his heart.

"Didn't get to ask how your week was, how was it?"

Right, because he's been quite clearly ignoring you all week.

You visibly shift in Donghyuck's screen, going unseen for a moment, before you adjust your laptop on your lap. "It's been okay, got extra free time since Sungchan couldn't come to this week's meeting. Been sleeping a lot more."

"That's good," Donghyuck replies to your summary. It really is, because God knows how little sleep you get. Sometimes it's because of studying, or watching some movie just because you felt like it, or someone (read: Donghyuck) is occupying your time.

Your smile flashes on the screen, and it causes Donghyuck to smile himself, tugging his blankets closer to him.

"How about your week? What have you been doing to not call me every other hour?"

Let's see, thinking of you, staring at your contact photo for some reason, contemplating whether to call you or not, and, well, sleeping. And babbling about you to Lee Jeno.

"Not much, really."

His answer is definitely not what you expected, nor was it really what you wanted. You expected a whole rant, story time until the most ungodly hour of the morning, heck, even a witty little comment like how he's been thinking of you would be okay. (He would totally, but just scared if he would sound too serious because it's literally what he's been doing.)

And this clearly shows through your facial expressions, as your nose scrunches in dissatisfaction. "Really? Why didn't you call me then?"

Your words set a zoo that even Donghyuck has no idea of running around his body, sensations of happiness and giddiness ripple through his whole soul, and he has to physically hold back a grin.

"Why didn't you call me? Why does it always have to be me calling you?"

Donghyuck is lucky enough to come up with a natural and witty comment, a pout playing at his lips. They dangerously threaten to curl when you click your tongue, leaning in closer to your camera. "Fine," you mumble, "I'll call you next time."

Geez, and Donghyuck thought the zoo was enough for him. Now he has his heart shaking, bearing and clenching and buzzing with adoration for you. Holy shit... what was this feeling?

"Oh, by the way," these words once again capture all of your best friend's attention, it has him humming intently, unconsciously bringing his laptop closer to him.

"had this conversation with Chenle the other day," you explain the context, though you clearly know this was a lie. There was no conversation with Zhong Chenle, it was just a scheme.

"What's a random thing you have never had?"

Yes, a scheme to find him a birthday present.

"For example, I never had a gemstone before. Pebbles, rocks, sure. But like rubies and all that jazz? Never."

At first, Donghyuck was a little bit suspicious of your actions and words, but the moment you mention the gemstone and have you've never had it, his mind drifts off from the suspiciousness, instead racking his brain to find a thing.

It takes him a solid minute, one minute of a cute little thoughtful pout, one moment of his low focused humming, one minute of staring at his cute habits. God, perhaps you have it bad for Lee Donghyuck.

As you stare at him, you can't help but wonder what this certain object might be. Donghyuck's been gifted very random things by lots of people. There was a time he got a whole pack of chopsticks for Christmas. It was the craziest shit ever.

"Snowglobe."

You barely get to process his words, before you burst out laughing, very amused by his words. Though Donghyuck is confused, and shocked, he can't help but laugh along with you. He always found your laughter very contagious and enlightening.

"What?" He asks softly between chuckles, eyes glued to the screen, where you attempt to stop your laughter, but fail miserably.

"N-nothing," you snort, "that was just the last thing I expected."

And honestly, Donghyuck gets it. He gets it completely. Snowglobe, of all things, but it’s the truth, it really is.

Donghyuck leans in closer to his screen, if that is even possible, smiling fondly as you quiet down from your laughing fit. You have your face stuffed into a pillow, eyes shut as you try to regain and steady your breath. “It is pretty random, isn’t it?”

Your best friend can’t help but think you look… so precious. How many people in the world get to make you smile this much, how many people can get you to laugh as hard? For some reason, he can’t help but feel almost so special to get to have you in his life. To have you listen to his god awful jokes and to have you accompany him in a call. God, how did he even manage to get you to bake his favorite cookies?

And suddenly, when he glances at you, closing the window to his (finished and submitted) essay, you look way too good for a best friend. Grinning down at your laptop as your favorite part of your comfort movie plays, when have you ever looked so good before?

Considering the fact that Donghyuck was okay with you kissing you just a few days ago, and how you seem absolutely ethereal to him, he’s pretty concerned. What is going on? Why is he feeling this way towards you, after months of being so close, why has he only noticed now?

When Donghyuck softly smiles at the sight of you already mouthing along to your favorite dialogue of the whole movie, he realized that not only is he okay with you kissing him, he wants you to kiss him.

It’s been weeks since you’ve actually hung out properly with Lee Donghyuck, and after all this time spent without him, you realize how painfully boring life could be without him and how incredibly boring Lee Jeno is.

You spent a couple of days with him, and you agree with everyone when they say Na Jaemin truly might be his soulmate, because you don’t know how he can deal with such boringness. (Oh my god has Lee Donghyuck been influencing you too much?!)

Strangely, Jeno and Jaemin have been avoiding you too, but you know why. Even if they didn’t tell you, you know it’s because they would accidentally slip up and tell you their plans for Donghyuck’s birthday party and you would go scurrying off and telling him.

False, they are, because Donghyuck doesn’t…. want to talk to you. At least, that’s what you think, and that’s what you fear. What have you done wrong? What went wrong? The last time you spoke was… about 2 and a half weeks ago, when you had gone over to drop off one of his sweaters he left in your dorm.

He was quite awkward, to say the least. Fidgeting, nervous mumbling, he didn’t even hug you once, he was surely fishy. Ever since then, it’s only been texts, no meet ups or calls. Just texts. And you were initiating and continuing them all by yourself.

A pit of fear lies within you at the thought of you doing something to have Donghyuck stray away from you. Anxiety courses through your veins at the thought of him telling you that you should stop talking or something.

Nobody knows how you feel about him. Fear and love, or whatever you feel for him, nobody knows.

Nobody but Mark Lee. That guy’s great at getting you to spill your beans. Just an ‘Are you sure?’ and you’re going on and on about how confused you feel, how scared and how much you adore Donghyuck.

Thankfully, unlike Jisung or Chenle (or both together), he doesn’t have certain days where he’s making fun or not, he’s always 100% considerate. You’re surprised he doesn’t have a significant other yet, he really deserves one.

And here you are, once again, in front of him, but instead of the library, or his dormitory lounge room, you find yourselves in front of a lake Mark had found recently. You might bring Donghyuck here someday.

“Damn, really? I thought this was gonna be our spot, but I guess you always have to show Donghyuck everything.”

“Well sorry, Mark,” You murmur, as you attempt to skip a rock. It bounces 4 times. “I’m sorry I have a big fat huge crush on my own best friend.”

Mark whistles at your 4 skips, nudging your arm with an impressed smirk. “You say he’s ignoring you?”

“Yeah.” You don’t want to be reminded of the fact. Mark can tell, but you do have to face it either way.

“I know these words might be said like, a thousand times to a thousand people, but it’s really what you should do. Give him some time, maybe he’s going through something–”

“–Mark if he’s going through something he would tell me, he always does! He calls me, usually right before he’s going to sleep, and when I hear his sigh I know. I would know instantly. And I’d be over at his in less than 6 minutes, and he would scold me for wasting my breath for him, and I would always counter how he would do the same thing, because he would!”

Mark isn’t exactly surprised to see you’ve finally cracked. Neither did he expect it, but he knew it would be possible. He lets you rant, he wants you to rant. Get all of it out, until it’s all gone.

“And the thing is, I don’t even fucking know if he would at this point.” You groan and grimace at the tears starting to bead at the corner of your eyes, throwing another rock at the lake. “Did I do something?”

“Y/n,” Mark calls out softly. You almost forget you have company, but with Mark’s hand on your shoulder, moving you in front of him, you know you can trust this company. “even if Hyuck did feel that way, he wouldn’t lead you on, you know he wouldn’t.”

He was right, Donghyuck always called out the bad people in his life and didn’t even hesitate to turn them away. It’s a trait you love about him, he warned you about one of your exes, and instead of scolding you, like he usually does, he went to have a full on conversation with him and full on punched him.

“But if he was leading you on, you’d be okay. He might mean a lot to you now, and in the near future, but there will be people there for you.” Mark has now wrapped you in his arms, patting comfortingly. He mumbles softly, as if he knew the perfect tone to make someone calm down. He does have the perfect tone to calm someone down.

“That’s not gonna happen, though. He loves you way too much to do that.”

Mark Lee is crazy good at comforting, he should probably do it as a job, or something.

“Yeah,” You laugh (with a quiet sniffle that follows), burying yourself in his embrace. You wipe at the small tears on your cheeks, laughing embarrassingly, but Mark assures there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. “God, you’re a really good listener,”

“I know.”

“And advice giver.”

“I know that too,”

You pick up one more rock, turn to the lake, before you toss it. “I think I’m gonna confess. I don’t want this to fester into something really bad.”

Mark nods, joining you in rock skipping. His rock bounces 5 times. “Alright, but if he says anything bad I’m beating the shit out of him.”

You laugh at his comment. Mark Lee is like the brother you always wanted.

vi.

It’s June sixth, Donghyuck’s birthday.

You had texted him a quick birthday text this morning, strike at midnight, like you promised. You haven’t texted him since then, only staring at the ‘thanks y/n <3’ he had sent you about 20 minutes after you sent the text.

At first, you were pretty surprised to see that he was up that late, and then the worry came and started getting you just a little anxious, before you brushed it off, concluding that he was only just playing some more video games with Lee Jeno on his birthday.

And then after that, nothing. No texts, no calls, no nothing. It makes you a little sad, but you’re way too scared to do anything about it. You plan to confess to Donghyuck. Today, at his birthday party Jaemin and Jeno are hosting.

It’s only about an hour and a half away, but you have no plans on getting ready for it. Not at all. For now, you have his wrapped gift in your hands as you stare at your ceiling and practice your confession in your head.

You were always good at memorizing things, speeches, formulas, anything. It was a little thing you enjoyed.

But now, trying to clear your head and recite the confession you plan to tell him, you can’t recall a single word. Just the thought of it going to your best friend, who has been ignoring you for god knows how long, it’s got your heart hammering in your chest and your hands shaking, your nervousness spiking.

You check the clock. 40 minutes until the party.

You’ve got to get your shit together.

Before you know it, you’ve found yourself at the party, Jeno and Jaemin both embracing you at the same time.

“A little late, but nothing too bad! Good to see you again, Y/n!” Jaemin mumbles, before planting a playful kiss on your cheek. You fake a grimace, wiping it off your skin. Jeno only giggles at the situation, before ruffling your hair and nudging his head inside. “You’ll be able to find Hyuck somewhere in there. Can’t be that hard, he’s the birthday boy!”

His words are meant to mean well, nothing with generous intent, but it makes you nervous. Just in a matter of time, you’re about to spill all the beans about all your feelings towards your best friend who probably doesn’t even want to be your best friend anymore. (He wants to be so much more, but you don’t know that.)

The party is busy, busier than you thought, with many people from your classes and some other people they brought, probably for free food and a chance of finding love. Or maybe Jaemin and Jeno are just immensely popular.

All these people, and yet no sign of Donghyuck yet.

His gift is tight in your grip, your fingers bouncing and tapping against it quickly.

The first few people you bump into are your close friends, Huang Renjun and Mark Lee, and you don’t miss the hopeful glint in Mark’s eyes. You shake your head quickly with a slight frown, which tells him everything he needs to know.

Next, are Chene and Jisung, who seem… strange. They’re giggling, which is normal, but they keep nudging at each other and they had started… poking and screeching at you when you asked where Donghyuck was. You had no choice but to check if they were tipsy, or something, only to find their drinks were just mixtures of a bunch of sodas. Gross.

About 25 minutes have passed, no sign of Donghyuck. How are you supposed to give him your gift? (read: how are you supposed to tell him you’re head over heels in love with him?) Is he seriously ignoring you in his own birthday party too?

You’re getting agitated, almost anxious as the time passes.

You run up to Jeno, when you spot him near you. “Hey, have you seen Hyuck around?” You yell over the loud music.

His face twists, and the smile on his face is wiped off and replaced with a slight frown. “You haven’t seen him at all tonight?”

You shake your head.

“That’s weird, he would have been the most excited to see you,”

You excuse yourself, the moment you feel a stir in your stomach. You had a slice of cake, and some apple juice, and you don’t think your stomach is agreeing to the combination. Or the thought of Donghyuck completely ignoring you.

It’s not too long of a walk to the bathroom, after all you could make your way through Donghyuck’s place with your eyes closed. Not a good idea right now, you could bump into that guy with 5 plates of birthday cake.

You finally make your way into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind you. Instantly, the music is blurred out, and you close your eyes with a sigh when you feel your nerves calm down just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

They double in amount, however, when you realize that none other than Donghyuck is in the bathroom himself, sitting at the corner by the corner.

You both stare at each other, wide eyes of surprise, clearly unsuspecting of finding one another in the bathroom.

“Hyuck? What the fuck are you doing in the bathroom?”

“Uhhh,” Donghyuck desperately racks his head back and forth for a reason, any kind of reason. “Taking a shit?”

No, he was not taking a shit. Obviously.

You feel a whole whirlwind of emotions hit you suddenly, it strikes at your chest, your heart, before it tingles and moves to your fingers, where you squeeze Donghyucl's birthday present, before it moves onto your feet, as you take one step.

That's as far as it goes, however, and you stop very awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom. There's no point in stopping now, he's right here, you both have nowhere to go, and really it's now or never.

You take another step, and another, and before you know it, you're kneeling and plopping down next to Donghyuck.

It's awkward, at least you think it is. You don't dare look at your best friend, afraid that the moment you do, you'djust blurt out how much you love him.

Donghyuck, however, feels nothing but longing towards you. He longs for you, after weeks of ignoring you. But he doesn't let himself, it's his fault, he should deal with the consequences himself.

"Um—happy birthday!" You blurt out, and stick out your hand with the birthday present in it. It alarms Donghyuck, only for a moment, before he reaches out to it with a grin. You missed his smile.

Instantly, Donghyuck has an urge to unwrap it, to see what it is and treasure it with his whole being, to thank you and hug you and finally just be normal with you once again.

And so he rips open the wrapping paper, finding a snow globe sitting in his palm now. Donghyuck's heart follows each and every artificial snowflake floating about in the glass, swelling and swirling at the gift.

You're nervous for Donghyuck's reaction, seeing him gape at the globe with such wide eyes. Did he not like it? Was it too much? Maybe he wanted to get a snow globe himself.

But, it's nothing short of perfect to him. It's got a polar bear in it, with a santa hat and a christmas tree only half its size, there's nothing in it he could ever point out as a flaw.

"Thank you," Donghyuck finallu breathes out, "fuck, this is perfect—thank you so much, Y/n, really."

"I, uh, wanted to put a picture of us, but I didn't know how to do it so I bought a normal one instead" For the second time that night, Donghyuck's heart goes into a frenzy, just at the sight of your smile of pure happiness and eyes of relief. It pains him to think you could doubt yourself over something as silly as a present. You shouldn't ever worry about what you do to him, he's going to love you no matter what.

The atmosphere lifts a little but after that, as you both shyly smile at the situation.

However, it's not a clear sky just yet. There are grey clouds in the way, grey clouds you can't simply ignore.

And at those clouds, you ought to curse at. You haven't brought an umbrella, or a raincoat, even if you knew it was gonna rain. Here you are, sitting in the shade, knowing that if you step out, it'll start pouring.

But at that, you say fuck it! May it be a drizzle worth of rain, a hailstorm, heck a blizzard couldn't stop you.

"Hey, Hyuck?" You take a step out of the shade.

He simply hums back, gaze never leaving the snow globe.

You take a deep breathe, feeling the first droplet of rain on your skin. "Did… did I do anything?"

And when Donghyuck whips around at you with a shocked expression, you feel the winds of confusion kicking in, growing stronger as he rapidly shakes his head and denies it quickly. "What? No, it's just a snow globe,"

"No, no," You can't help but chuckle at his panicked tone, leaning your hand on your palm. "Not that. Just in general, you know?"

In comes heavier rain, feeling so weighted against your skin. It's cold, harsh, and wet, but you know it's going to be worse.

"If I'm doi g anything wrong, please don't keep it in, please tell me," Your words do more than just surprise Donghyuck, a stinging guilt pains him. Is this what you've been thinking about the whole time he's been gone?

"If I'm making you uncomfortable in any way, tell me. If I did something, tell me my mistake." Your voice is laced with more than hurt, or guilt, it has fear, desperation, and Donghyuck wants to punch himself because of all this.

You can't bring yourself to look at Donghyuck, just merely talking to him about the things you've been worried about is already a whole hurricane for you ti deal with, to fight. "If I'm lacking in any way, tell me what I'm lacking. Just please, tell me, Hyuck. You're one of the most important people in my life and I don't want to hurt you or make you feel bad in any way—"

“—Shut up and look at me!"

You hadn't even noticed Donghyuck calling out to you, not until he's grasped your hands in his, inteetwinign your fingers together.

"God, Y/n, I'm sorry. I made you think the exact opposite. I…" Donghyuck's sentence trails off, and before he knows it, he feels himself choking up once again. Just at the sight of you, so desperate, sorry for nothing, feeling bad, he can't get himself to say anything.

Despite that, he tries, shifting on the floor to face you, "Remember when we met? Two years ago, at Renjun's birthday party? Remember what I first said to you?"

It takes you a moment, but you do remember, how could you ever forget?

'You got some moves! Do you have a phone number too?'

Just by the look on your face, Donghyuck knows you remember. "I still stand by my words."

"...I got good dance moves?"

"Wha—No! After that,"

"...I have a phone number?"

"Oh my fucking god, no. I mean what I meant in general. Like—I was hitting on you," Realization rushed in you, and it hits you like a truck once the words roll off Donghyuck's tongue and register in your brain. Lee Donghyuck was hitting on you.

Donghyuck's heartbeat beats in his ears, terrifyingly loud, and his insides twist in fear and anticipation as he mumbles, "I... I fucking love you, Y/n. I love you so much it hurts, and it terrifies me."

"At first, I just thought friends would be enough. But then we became best friends, which I thought would be better, but god was I wrong. Realizing your feelings for your best friend is crazy, because you're scared of every little thing they do! When you asked me what I wanted for my birthday, you... I just really wanted to kiss you right then and there. When you gave me a hug when I had a bad day, I was so afraid that I would accidentally blurt out the words 'I love you', and when you started looking at me differently, longingly, I realized that I had been ignoring you without realizing. And I feel like an absolute bitch about it. I'm so sorry, for everything. For making you feel terrible just because I was being a fool, for neglecting you, and being an asshole and... and for my feelings. I understand if you feel weirded out, or disgusted, or anything, really. I'm just sorry."

The storm you once thought you'd try fighting away is now drying away, replaced by nothing but the sun after the storm, absolute gid and relief waving over you at his words.

Donghyuck looks so fucking ethereal right now, blushing shyly as he stares at the snow globe you gifted him, and as much as he feels embarassed, there's nothing in him telling him to stop holding your hands. He's holding them so dearly, running the pads of his thumb over your skin, his touch warm and comforting.

"Hyuck," You mumble softly. He doesn't look up. "I think I love you too, Hyuck."

In an instant, Donghyuck's head whips up to stare at you, blinking repeatedly and mouth gaping continuously at you.

"Wait—fuck, wait really?!"

You laugh at Donghyuck's shocked expression, leaning forward to bump your forehead against his shoulder.

"Wait—no—Y/n don't play with me. You love me?!"

"Yes, Donghyuck!"

"Fuck, wait, you said you think you love me. Do you love me or not?"

"Oh my god, I love you! I love you, okay? I don't think your feelings are weird, I think it's dope,"

Donghyuck still continues to gape at you, with what seems like the whole galaxy in his eyes, staring at you as if you were his sun and moon and stars and every beautiful thing out there.

Donghyuck gently shurgs you off his shoulder, before he automatically finds his hands on your skin, caressing your face ever so dearly. The look in his eyes do not change, nor do they falter, desperately staring into yours.

"Are you sure you love me?"

You lean forward to bump your forehead against his, "One hundred percent. You sure you love me?"

Donghyuck shifts to brush your noses together, and you can practically feel his grin against yours. "One hundred percent,"

With that, Donghyuck's lips lock with yours, so softly you feel almost lightheaded. His hands on your face still trace their ways through each inch to your jaw and neck, memorizing each part of you. Donghyuck's lips feel soft, taste of birthday cake you can only assume is from when he blew the candle earlier.

Each peck, each push and pull of your lips feel almost like a dream, but the small smiles and occasional laughs bring you back to reality.

When you pull away, Donghyuck instantly brings you into his arms, planting kisses on every free spot he can find on your cheeks

"When did you realize you love me?"

You hum at the question, "Few months ago."

"All those weeks I've wasted… pining over something I already had?!"

"I quite like it, it adds to the yearning, don't you think?"

Donghyuck only huffs, bringing you closer to him.

"Oh right, speaking of all those weeks we've wasted, care to fill me in on those weeks?"

"What should I tell you?" Donghyuck mumbles, pulling your fingers between his. He reaches down to press a kiss to each of your knuckles.

"Tell me everything?"

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Regrettably Attached | JJ Maybank

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Pogues x Reader

Summary: After years of being away in Outerbanks, you reunited with the Pogues. But that one boy isn’t happy about it.

Warning: Angst, Angst, Angst

A/N: This is my first time writing ff soo please be easy on me😭 anw, your feedback is highly appreciated!

Outerbanks, Paradise on Earth.

You exhaled in your car window when you read the sign.

“It feels good to be back.” You whisper to yourself. You smiled when your favorite song is playing in the radio.

It’s been three years since you got into obx. You look into your car window as you starting to reminisce the moment you had with this small island. You missed the sea, you missed the air, you missed the château, you missed the pogues, you missed everything. And for everything, you mean that one particular boy who still got your heart beat faster than usual.

After 20 minutes of driving, you park your car into the château. You wanted to surprise the pogues, so you walked in the house quietly.

When you’re at the house, you heard John B. singing wholeheartedly to Michael Jackson’s Rock With You while cooking something in the kitchen. When he was a little child, you’re tired of hearing his love of Michael Jackson. You smile at that thought.

When he reached for the chorus, you sing with him .

“I wanna rock with you (all night)

Dance you into day (sunlight)

I wanna rock with you (all night)

We're gonna rock the night away (rock, right)” When he realized that he’s not the only one who’s singing, he turned to his back. His eyes widen when he saw you at his house.

“No. Freaking. Way.” He said while smiling.

“Yes. Freaking. Way.” You smiled at him. You both run from each others arms.

“Hey there, Routledge.” You said while hugging him.

“Hey there, Lil’ Routledge.” He hugged you tightly. You jokingly pinched his arm. He knows that you hate that nickname.

“Okay, you might want to let go of me now. You’re squeezing me real bad.” You said while struggling to get away with his hug. He laughed and then he gets away with you. He goes to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

“What are you doing here? We haven’t heard from you for three years. We thought you forgot about us.” He said while preparing the table. You go to the refrigerator and grab a soda.

“Well, flash news for ya, my mother died and your uncle which is my father, have an affair and decided to leave us while mom is suffering from lung cancer.” Your heart ached at that thought. You smiled at him to indirectly told him that you’re okay.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” John B takes the chair for you to sit on the table.

“Not your fault. By the way, where’s Big John?” You asked him.

“Well, flash news for you too, my dad is missing. 6 months already but he still hasn’t showed up. They declared him dead, but I don’t know, I have a feeling that he’s out there, you know.”

“Oh my God. Well, I believe in you. Anyway, I’m in trouble now, ‘cause he’s my guardian, and he wasn’t here, so i guess we’re alone here.” You started to eat the toasted bread that he cooked.

“You meant you and I are in trouble. My dad is missing, my uncle whose supposed to be my guardian while dad isn’t around is MIA, and the bride of Frankenstein threatening me to foster care.”

“Story of our life.” You quoted.

“I miss you, really.” John B. said while looking at you. You and John B. started catching up with each other’s life.

“By the way, Where are the others?” You asked John B.

“They go out fishing. They’ll be back soon.” As soon as you heard a boat pulling over at the château, you and John B. got out of the house to see who’s coming on the house.

“Speak of the devil.” John B. said while you’re nervously walked through the gate. You shake your hands, trying to calm your beating heart. You smiled when you saw Pope walking over.

“No shit, Y/N is that you?” Pope hugged you. You realized that he grow taller than before and his voice matured.

“Well, hello to you too. I missed you Popie. How’s Heyward?” You asked him.

“Same old, same old.” He messed up with your hair. You pushed his arms away and smiled at him.

“John B., is he still nerd as always?” You asked John B.

“Don’t be too hard on him. He’s on the math team.” He replied sarcastically. You and John B. laughed while Pope is glaring angrily at John B.

From afar, you saw the boy you’ve been dying to see. He is wearing a shirt that has holes on some area, an old army short, and his blonde hair carefully blown by the wind still amazes you.

“I told you, Pope, I’m good at fishing—” He stopped when he looked at you direction. Those blue eyes that you are longing for is cold as an ice. His aura changed from being cocky to cold.

“Hey.” You smiled at him even when you’re nervously shaking.

“Why are you here?” He said while looking at you showing no emotions

“Dude.”

“JJ.”

That words cut deeper than a knife. You didn’t expect him to say that. You expected him to run from you, to hug you, and to say that he misses you.

You heard a voice of a girl in JJ’s back asked you.

“Guys, can you help me out of here? These ungrateful jerks didn’t help me from lifting this fish- Oh hey, who are you?” You didn’t even try to look at her.

“Kie, this isn’t a good timing. We need to get in the house the other way. Let them talk first.” Pope helps her on the fish. John B. followed them while you’re trying to fight the staring contest you and JJ are doing right now.

“Why are you here?” He repeated the question.

“I’m back. I’m back from the Pogue life. Hey, w-where’s my hug? You didn’t miss me?” You tried to sound cheerful but you failed.

“We don’t need you here.” He said coldly and walk away.

“JJ please—” You grab his hands and he refused.

“I can’t stand you anymore.”

“If you just listen to me—” You’re trying to talk to him calmly but he always stoping you from the middle. You get it. He doesn’t want to heat your explanation anymore even if you try a million times.

“What’s the point, huh?” He shouted at you. He’s not the softie JJ that you know. The JJ you know would never shout at you like that. Even, if you’re scared, you tried to talk to him.

“Well, at least you will hear my explanation and you’re not going to be mad at me anymore!”

“You know what, I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. You have no idea how it hurts. Besides, you’re the one who always leaves so you don’t know the feeling, right?”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay! Please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know I hurt you that bad. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye to you. I’m really sorry, please forgive me.” You said while trying not to cry. You hurt him real bad and you didn’t even realize it. It’s your fault that he’s acting like that towards you.

“Save you sorry, Y/N. I still hate you the most.”

“But why?” You feeling the tears coming down in your eyes but you chose to ignore it.

“I hate you because you always do that to me! You’ll be here, i’ll get attached, then you’ll leave. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being abandoned by you. So please, do me a favor and leave Outerbanks for good.” He said coldy and walking away from you while you’re standing there with a tears in your eyes, and a broken heart.

(who wants a part 2?)

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank series #obx imagine #obx #jj obx #obx jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #pogues x reader

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hey-kae · 2 years

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Red Payback

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female Reader

Request: If it’s not too much to ask could I perhaps put another thought into your head to maybe make a part three if you felt inspired/had the time? 👉👈 where this time the reader puts on the suit and wears some lingerie underneath to surprise Charles, maybe after a race win or just at home like how Charles surprised her? If not, thank you for continuing to put out such great content :)

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), fingering, begging, unprotected sex, orgasm denial.

Sidenote: Literally had to isolate myself from everything race related after the race so i wouldn’t get upset bcs of that shitshow and i could continue writing this. Anw, fuck ferrari strategists but congrats to Carlos! (If you spot any mistakes, ignore them cause i will probably correct them later. Rn I just need sleep🥲)

Part 1: 20 minutes to spare

Part 2: A Gift From the Ferrari Gods

A few days later, the race suit was cleaned and neatly folded on the chair in you and Charles’ bedroom.

It was late afternoon, Charles had just come home from a meeting he had attended and the two of you were relaxing in bed, your head against his chest and his arms wrapped around you as he scrolled through his phone. You had been doing the same thing just a minute ago but you had gotten bored and tossed your phone away.

Your eyes were scanning the room for something interesting or anything to do until your eyes glued to the race suit, the bright red standing out between the soft colors that seemed to reign in the bedroom.

Your cheeks blushed as you started having flashbacks from the other day. In all honesty, your body was still recovering from that morning, the hickeys on your neck still drawing your attention every time you looked in the mirror.

“Is it even comfortable?” You asked out of nowhere.

Charles obviously didn’t understand what you were talking about.

“What is, mon amour?” He put his phone away and looked at you with curiosity.

You pointed towards the suit with a shy expression.

“I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna go drink some water in the kitchen and while I’m gone, try it yourself and see.” He brushed his hand through your hair, “But don’t take it off before i come back.”

You nodded and rolled off him, a slightly inappropriate thought already popping into your head.

As soon as Charles walked out of the bedroom, you leaped towards your underwear drawer, quickly grabbing the set you had bought a while ago and the suit and heading for for the master bathroom.

At a record speed, you stripped off everything you had on and changed into the new set of lingerie.

A bit over a week ago, you were shopping for some clothes when you stumbled upon a bra and thong set that just happened to be in an awfully specific shade of red.

It was something you previously couldn’t ever imagine wearing in front of anyone but somehow, with Charles you were totally comfortable with the idea. You were even excited to see his reaction.

You checked out the way you looked in the mirror, making sure everything looked okay before quickly pulling on the suit. Sure, it didn’t exactly fit properly, but the 16 on your thigh still made your heart flutter as you stepped out of the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror in the bedroom to get a better view of yourself.

“I think i get it now.” You looked in the direction of the voice and found Charles leaning against the doorframe with a cup of water in his hands.

“What?” You smiled, turning to face him.

“You look so fucking hot right now.” He complimented while leaving the cup on a nearby dresser and making his way to you, his hands immediately reaching for your body.

“I love seeing you in my suit, ma belle.” His fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head just enough so he had better access to your lips since he was already craving a taste of them.

His lips met yours in a lust-filled kiss, his tongue almost immediately battling yours, making it clearer where he was planning to take this.

His hands were all over your body, trailing down your back until he squeezed your ass as the kiss intensified, eliciting low groans from the both of you.

“Fuck, i need you.” Charles whined into your mouth before he picked you up and sat down on the bed with you straddling him, his lips never leaving yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, grazing the skin there as you slowly trailed your hands down to his chest and abs, down to the hem of his shirt, sliding them under the material and feeling his hot skin against your palms before breaking the kiss and pulling the shirt over his head.

“You want me, baby?” You coed into his ear, the idea of teasing him until he can’t bear it no more popping into your head.

“So bad.” He nodded, his words dripping in desperation as you felt him getting harder.

The faded hickey on his neck grabbed your attention, making you want to revive it. Your lips latched onto the spot, alternating between sucking and biting until you saw a mark there. You kissed the freshly formed love bite and pecked his lips, digging your fingers through his hair while grinding your hips against his clothed erection.

“Fuck, ne fais pas ça.” Don’t do this. Charles whined, the friction making him tilt back his head.

“Why? You seem to enjoy it.” You teased, littering open-mouthed kisses all over his exposed skin while making sure you continue moving against him. The movement was torture for you as well, making you unfathomably wet and leaving you struggling and trying so hard to hold back your own moans, letting Charles’ pleading whimpers be the only sound in the room. It sure wasn’t helpful that you loved that sound so much.

“S’il te plais, chérie.” Please, darling. His hands flew up and forcefully grabbed your waist, stopping your movements just as his eyes closed.

Your hands then grabbed his, moving them away from your body so you could move off his lap to stand in front of him.

“You know, it’s kinda hot in here.” You mischievously smiled and started to unzip the suit down to your waist, exposing the slightly see-through material of your skimpy bra.

“Oh fuck, what are you wearing?” Charles gaped, pulling you closer by the back of your thighs.

His hands slipped under the suit’s thick material, caressing the skin of your hips and moving slowly to slide up your back, up to your shoulders until he slipped your arms out of the sleeves, letting the suit fall to your hips. His eyes momentarily glued to your chest before they drifted back up to your face, his lips agape in awe.

“Toi… Tu vas me tuer.” You… You’re gonna kill me.

You dropped down to your knees in front of him, holding back a reply until your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his black sweatpants.

“I think that’d be a nice way to go.” You winked at him, a sly smile on your lips as you started to pull his pants and boxers off.

“Fuck.” He groaned while he helped you rid him of his clothes, revealing his already hard cock, eager for attention.

Smirking up at Charles, you leaned closer and planted a small kiss on his tip just as his eyes locked gaze with yours.

“Fucking hell.” He exhaled. You smiled up at him with innocence and brought your hand to his hard length, feathering your finger along his vein, watching Charles’ jaw clench because of your teasing. You finally wrapped your fingers around him, moving you hand up and down, earning yourself a moan as your thumb swiped at the pre-cum on his tip before bringing your finger up to your mouth to lick it, mirroring his actions from last time since you seemed to have the upper hand this time. To put it in simple words, you wanted to get your payback for the amount of begging you had to do that morning.

“Babe, please.” He pleaded, gulping as his hand gripped your shoulder in frustration.

“Un peu de patience, cheri.” A little bit of patience, darling. You smirked as you repeated his words from last time.

Charles’ expression showed that he suddenly understood what you had in mind.

“Oh, non. Tu n’vas pas- “ You’re not gonna- You interrupted his objection, the words seamlessly getting replaced by a throaty moan, his head tilting back as you took as much of him as possible into your mouth until you could feel him in your throat. You then hollowed your cheeks around him, squeezing his length as you slowly let him slide back out of your mouth, making sure your tongue traced every inch of his skin until his dick was completely out of your mouth.

When you looked up and saw him staring at you. You maintained eye contact and pushed your tongue out to lick the entirety of his length up to the tip.

“I love your cock.” You said to him, your statement making him groan.

“Fuck, don’t say shit like that.”

“May i ask why?” You rested your hands on his thighs, slowly drawing teasing patterns on there as you waited for a reply.

“Because, it makes me want to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He looked down at you in a way that almost made you go feral.

You felt yourself clench and get wetter as you took his words in. However, you still made sure to make your apparent reaction minimal, barely giving him a small “Hmm” that implied the suggestion was up for consideration before you took him back into your mouth, finally giving him what he wants.

You bobbed your head up and down, using your tongue to lick all the right places as his cock moved in and out of your mouth until there was spit dripping down your chin and Charles was a moaning mess. You took him as deep into your throat as you could, making your eyes tear up as you stopped yourself from gagging, even when he bucked his hips, pushing himself even deeper into your mouth.

You knew Charles and his cues too well, so it was pretty obvious when he was close to his orgasm. However, his hands suddenly tangling into your hair as his moans turned into whimpers of pleasure were more than enough for you to knew he was getting closer to his release. You moved your head back up until his dick fell out of your mouth. He immediately looked down at your smirking face, clearly taken back from the loss of contact.

“In your own words: beg for it, babe.” You taunted, moving your index finger to draw a line down his abs as he gaped at you in disbelief.

“T’es serieuse?” You’re serious? His asked, still sounding out of breath.

You smiled and nodded as you moved your hands down, giving his tip a couple of light taps with your finger, making his whole body jolt.

“Fuck, c’mon. I made you cum twice before asking you to beg.”

You shrugged then got closer again, giving him small, teasing licks.

“Y/n, i need to cum so bad.” He groaned.

“You know what to do.” You wrapped your hand around his dick, trying to get him to crack.

“Shit, please y/n.”

“Getting closer.”

“Babe, please. God, i need to cum in your mouth so bad. You’re killing me.”

“C’mon. Je sais bien que tu peux faire bien mieu que ça, chéri.” I know that you can do much better than that. You tried to recall all his tricks and use them against him.

“Fucking hell, i need you mouth wrapped around me again so fucking much. I just want to cum in your mouth. S’il te plais, je ne peux plus attendre. J’ai trop besoin de ça. S’il te plais, chérie.” Please, i can’t wait anymore. I really need that. Please, darling. The words spilled out of his mouth in utter desperation.

“There we go.” You smiled up at him and took his cock back into your mouth, resuming your motion from before just as you heard Charles let out the loudest moan you’ve heard from him.

This time, you continued sucking him until you felt him release him cum down your throat, his hand fisting your hair as he let go while whimpers uncontrollably spilled past his lips.

You pulled away from him and swallowed then wiped your mouth. While Charles was recovering, you got up, your knees aching from how long you were kneeling.

“Tu vas regretter cela, ma belle.” You’re gonna regret that, beautiful. Charles’ voice, still unsteady, taunted you.

“J’ai hâte de le regretter, chérie.” I can’t wait to regret it, darling. You smirked, fully aware of what you got yourself into.

“On verra.” We’ll see. Charles matched your expression as he got up and stood in front of you, forcefully pulling you to him so your chest was flush against his.

“Take it off.” He breathed into your ear, his hand tugging in the suit hanging onto your hips. His tone sent shivers down your spine.

Yeah, you had pissed him off pretty badly.

You quickly nodded and took a step back to slide the suit completely off your body until you were left in only your bra and thong set.

“You’re wearing red for me, babe?” He turned you around and pulled you into him, bringing your back to press against his chest, “That’s so fucking sexy, you know?” He kissed your neck as he moved his hand down your stomach down to cup your throbbing pussy. You subconsciously threw your head back, feeling it dig into his shoulder.

“Look at you, so desperate for my touch.” He chuckled, lips still on your skin, the vibrations from his voice running down your body, igniting goosebumps all over and making your knees buckle.

You felt his hand slip into the front of your underwear, his fingers immediately finding your clit, his experienced touch setting your body on fire.

“Charles, fuck.”

“You’re moaning my name now?” He asked in amusement, “Attends juste cinq minutes et tu vas le crier, ma belle.” Just wait five minutes and you’re gonna be screaming it, beautiful.

No matter how much his words sounded like a threat, they still turned your whole body into jelly, leaving you feeling weak in Charles’ arms.

“On the bed, on your stomach.” He ordered.

Now, this was unusual for you and Charles since he always told you he loved seeing your face when he’s fucking you. The only times he took you from behind was when he was angry or trying to let out some frustration. You shivered at the thought as you took your position on the bed, watching as Charles retrieved his cup of water from earlier, downing the rest the drink.

“Begging made you thirsty?” You teased.

“You’re making it worse for yourself, babe.” Charles smiled with pure mischief as he stalked back towards you.

You felt the bed dip behind you as Charles climbed on it, his hands immediately gripping onto your legs and spreading them apart.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard while you’re wearing that red lingerie of yours so by the end of this, you’ll never see the color red in the same way ever again.” He explained like it was nothing while his hand was massaging your ass before he moved it lower and pushed the minimal material of your underwear to the side, fully exposing your soaked pussy to him.

“Fuck.” Charles breathed, running his finger between your fold, the slight friction making you pull your body forward. However, he was quick to pin you in your current position.

“Sucking my cock gets you this wet, babe?” He cockily asked, expecting no answer from you other than the small whimper he received.

“If you really love my dick that much, then have it all.” That was the last thing you heard from him before you felt him push into you, stretching you as you both groaned in pleasure. He moved so slowly, making you feel every inch of him while he watched his length disappear inside of you.

“Shit, Charles.” You moaned, feeling him bottom out inside of you, your walls squeezing his cock as hard as you could, clearly desperate to feel him so deep inside you.

He stilled for a mere second, taking a deep breath and grabbing your hips with bruising force, steadying your body before he began pounding into you, his pace increasing by the second, making the bed rock harder.

“Je l’adore quand tu es si désespéré, si impatiente. I can literally feel you squeezing me, ma belle.” I love it when you are you desperate, so impatient. He heard you moan in response, that sound being the only thing you had managed as you felt him stroke your deepest parts.

“Je crois bien que ton corps est fait pour moi,” I’m pretty sure your body was made for me, “because, fuck… you feel so fucking perfect around me.” He said, fully aware of the effect his praises had on you.

It doubled the amount of pleasure you were already feeling, helping your orgasm build up faster.

Taking you by surprise, Charles pulled your body up so your back was against his chest, his cock still deep inside of you. He pulled down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples. His hands instantly found your tits, his fingers playing with them as he continued thrusting into you.

“Fuck- Charles- Feels so good.” The moan that left your mouth as you attempted to adjust to the new angle and his soft assault in your nipples was so loud, it even shocked you for a second,

“Oh, it does?” It was a weird reply but you had no time to question since one of his hands migrated from your boobs down to your clit and started toying perfectly with the nub of nerves, nearly sending you into sensory overload.

“Charles.” You practically screeched.

You felt your orgasm nearing at an impressive speed, making your eyes shut and your mouth open while your hands helplessly clutched at nothing.

“I know you’re close.” Charles taunted, his tone lighting red sirens in your mind because it was obvious he was planning something.

Just as you were about to cum, he pulled out and let go off you, letting you fall back onto the bed, whimpering and squirming from his cruel move.

“What the fuck, Charles?” You complained, turning onto your back to face him, finding him smiling proudly.

“Tu n’aurais pas dû me faire supplier, cherie.” You shouldn’t have made me beg, darling. He smirked, pushing your legs back apart so he could fit between them.

“You wanna cum?” He asked and stroked your pussy.

“Please, Charles.” You squirmed, arching your body off the bed as he Charles continued the torturous movements of his fingers, his touch feeling so surreal against your already sensitive area. His thumb pressed against your clit, keeping still for a few seconds that had you anticipating his next move only for him to suddenly start moving it significantly fast just seconds later.

“Fuck, fuck…” you repeated, feeling him simultaneously push two fingers into you, making your whole body shudder.

He barely had to do anything more than that for you to feel an orgasm build up.

“Tu vas me dire quand tu es proche, d’accord?” You’re gonna tell me when you’re close, okay? Charles disguised the order as a question. You looked at him with dread, suddenly not wanting to tell him. Refusing to tell him, however, would’ve been useless: he knew your body too well.

So, seconds later, when you felt yourself right on the edge, you started to tell Charles but he had already pulled away, catching onto the state of your body without you even having to tell him anything about it.

A string of curse words left your mouth as desperation and rage filled your body.

“Charles, please. I’ll never do it again. I won’t ever make you beg again.” You said, knowing it was a lie.

“Completely sure of that, ma belle?”

You nodded.

“Alright then.”

Charles pulled your legs onto his shoulders and completely slammed into your tight pussy, groaning as he felt your warmth around his painfully hard dick. His eyes glued onto your exposed tits, you nipples so hard like they were begging for his attention.

“Fucking love your tits.” He breathed, reaching for them and pinching one of your nipple just hard enough that he felt you tighten around him.

He kept moving fast and rough, his skin slapping against yours with every thrust of his, filling the room with erotic sounds and whimpers and moans.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned, increasing his speed, fucking you so hard that you could already feel yourself getting sore.

It didn’t take much for your orgasm to start forming since your body was practically begging for it and Charles, having had to hold back his own release from your first position was right up there with you.

“Look at me when you cum.” Charles asked you in a pleading tone, his voice weak from the pleasure.

Seconds later, you felt tingling all over your body as your nails dug into your boyfriend’s bicep. You looked up at him, his eyes locking with yours as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving you whimpering Charles’ name over and over again.

Your orgasm triggered his and soon enough, he collapsed on top of you, his cum filling you up as he let go, releasing into you with a throaty moan.

He pulled out with a final whimper and allowed your legs to fall back onto the mattress before he relaxed his body on top of yours, your legs ending up on either sides of him.

After taking your time to recover, you looked down at him, his head resting on your chest, his eyes closed peacefully, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair stuck to his forehead. Your hand instinctively brushed back his brown locks and you leaned your head down to kiss his forehead, making his smile at the contact. He looked perfect in this state.

“You are too evil to be this beautiful, you know?” You joked, your fingers still brushing through his hair.

“Don’t make me beg and you’ll stay on my good side, mon amour.” He chuckled.

“I don’t know, this side of you gives me the best orgasms.”

“I’d fuck you nice and slow right now just to show you that every side of me can get you off just as good but I’m hungry and i want to cook us dinner myself since I’m home.” He kissed your collarbone.

“Oh dear God, help us.” You dramatically replied because it was a proven fact that Charles in the kitchen was a perfect and easy recipe for disaster.

“Hey!! Ma cuisine n'est pas si mauvaise!” My cooking’s not that bad. He got up defensively.

“Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night. I’ll come help you anyway.” You laughed, imitating his actions and getting up, planning to head to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

That was proven impossible when the second your feet met the ground, your legs got shaky, clearly still affected by Charles’ rough movements.

“Fuck, are you okay?” He immediately stood up and wrapped you in his arms to steady you. You immediately told him not to worry.

“Je suis vraiment désolé, mon amour. Est-ce que c’est douloureux?” I’m so sorry, my love. Is it painful? He kept asking and you assured him you were fine every time.

After that, he took such good care of you. He got a damp towel and cleaned you up before he grabbed one of his oversized shirts and dressed you in it, pulling the bedsheets on top of your body and telling you with a strict voice that you should stay in bed. Then, he disappeared into the kitchen and came back a while later with a tray of food that he had prepared. For once, he had actually made something that tasted edible.

At some point, it became funny how insistent he was that you don’t get out of bed, especially since a few hours later, your legs felt normal again but he still wouldn’t let you get up. Sure, your pussy still felt sore as fuck but it wasn’t affecting your movements. He still refused to let you move, not even to help him clean the kitchen after he cooked.

Instead, he put everything away himself then slipped into bed beside you, wrapping you in his arms all night long as the two of you talked in hushed voices until sleep overtook you both and you fell asleep wrapped up in each other arms.

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eliyafreeman · 9 months

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Hi! This is kinda random but I can't find anything online about selfshipping and I'm kind of struggling to fully understand what it is? If you don't mind, could I get a little explanation just so I can understand? If you don't want to, no pressure, feel free to just ignore this ask!

Hello there !! Ofc I will be glad to explain to those knowledge thirsty people :D

Selfshipping in a basic meaning is shipping yourself with a canon character. There are also Fictosexuals (i am fictosexual) and Fictoromantics, who are attracted to fictional characters but has no attraction to real people or partially do. It can happen from relationship trauma, fear, or you simply don't feel attracted to real people and/or don't feel safe around them when it comes to a romantic and/or sexual relationship.

But beware from Proshipping !! It means shipping yourself with a minor character or aging the characters up to be able to ship yourself with it, it is counts as pedophilia even if it's fictional.

I for example age myself up from 17 to 20 because my f/o (fictional other) is 27 so it is valid and okay aging yourself up but not the character if they're minors in canon. I will change it when I'll turn 18 when I am no longer a minor so it will be valid I hope.

Anw, hope this helps !! Have a great day <3

#selfshipping explained by freeman's wife !! :D 💗

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cythoughtsnmemories · 7 months

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11.10.23

Thank God I was wfh on Mon. Took meds and feeling drowsy. So I took a few short nap. MIL get helper to prepare lunch. A veg soup, potato with baked beans and onions egg. Hmm no meat? Although I'm okay w vegetarian. Hope is not like that for all lunch.

Anw, I'll have to go office everyday on both wks after Mon.

Helped out for Mental wellness day event for Co. Grateful my booth (scent making) was the first to go out of stock and I could go back to work ard 2pm. Only had sandwich and my bbt when I went back to my desk...luckily I had heavy breakfast. But my nose was blocked n runny. The air con is making it worst. I think I need to sweat it out. Supposed to gym but colleague suggested to push it to next day since not meeting ex colleague tmr.

Decided to return to d clinic I visited on Sat but sadly it was closed. Only found out when I was outside d clinic. Omg why d app didn't update d operating hours 😤

Went home to cook my salmon and head back to MIL hse. Planned to shower and shower before SIL n her hubby arrives. FIL was showering and I was told not to wet the toilet in d kitchen. Cannot shower lo. (Err then what's d use for toilet sandals?) Plan ruined. Told hubby I'll be quick but SIL came n FIL just out from shower. I wasn't even hungry but annoyed my plan keeps getting ruined. I need a plan n follow. Why can wait for SIL to come but cannot wait for me to shower?

Actually...think abt it. Must be sis got say sth to her parents (on behalf of her hubby), that's why then got d rule of cannot wet toilet when BIL comes over.

Went to do my laundry and MIL emphasise again cannot put underwear into washing machine. I didn't reply cos i just find d reason is ridiculous. She told me d day I moved in and cos its not my hse. LL use hand wash lo. Hubby was there and told her I used my hand to washed already. She doesn't believe me and still accused me that I already threw it in d washing machine since there's only 1 underwear in d toilet hanging. Pfft! Triggered. I just said wdym women is dirty, we r all same what. Next time (when my own hse is ready) I'll also not hand wash underwear. Does it even matter. She went in.

5.53am

I can't sleep back since 4.50ish after came back from pee. Alarm rang twice, I heard opening of door with a bunch of keys. Then arguing about the portable charger not charged. 45mins of chattering later, they went out. Here I'm wide awake...road starting to get busy. I tried to sleep back, but I can't...soon hubby's alarm will ring and by d time he left hse, I left 20 mins before my alarm ring.

Bet I should only blame myself for waking up at d wrong timing and not able to fall into deep sleep before 5.

I uds its different lifestyle. I won't say hubby will enjoy when it's his turn to move in my hse. But acknowledge and uds what are d inconvenient that it has caused me. It's definitely more inconvenient for me but all I get is getting said that I'm picky, I'm d problem. I mean that's what I felt when I told my hubby. He would just say till like it's nth and ignore. Cos he will nvr ask his parents to change anything for me. At least discuss?! I just have to deal w it, live w it.

The marriage book I passed to hubby to read it's not even halfway through, and it's been 5 mths? Idk how to to tell my hubby, he is going to stay w me for his rest of his life. I'm his wife, and he needs to help me, think for me. It's us and issue, not u and ur fam vs me (alone).

Idk what more issues will appear. 💔

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cookieshower · 1 year

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"berasa di gereja dibaptis" kt non kristen ajshdhshs

do NOT read this cringe i'm writing everything like a bedside diary before i forgot ✍️😭 bc tumblr has the best format for texts

anw westlife long storytime

in january i played my spotify playlist of 2000s pop and rnb,, brain went "haha i will draw silly usuk art... them as 90s/00s boybands, arthur as blue and alfred as bsb :) might watch the mv again just to see silly 00s fashion :)"

except i ended up clicking westlife mvs again n again 💀 bc they're My fav of the 00s boybands despite only knowing like 5 songs. i'm too young to remember much back then.

after looping the same few songs i wanted sth new so......... i clicked on their old and new (post break) mvs. fell down the rabbit hole 🧍🤸 and. idk what kinda coincidence is this... found out they're gonna tour here, in 3 provinces, and my city is included :). last quarter 2022 they've done 3 dates too. what's better is it's much cheaper than other cities bc it's a no-class 2 days festival with lots other musicians

here's the internal debate lol, i never went into a concert before 🧎. super loud music is v uncomfy to me ntm the potential of crowd pushing, im short and won't see a thing, can't drive, commuting at night scary, but what are the chances of Westlife™ doing a gig in my city and tickets are only $40???

i didn't plan to go, jst streamed dozens of their songs but with Longing.

D-2 concert, i saw tickets resale @ $20 from ppl who couldn't go, im 👁️👄👁️. so i texted my fav cousin if shes interested (thought she might like westlife... turns out she is a fan). she said "that's a short notice u r kinda crazy but let's go i will drive no worry".

fast forward day 1 went well the artists exceed my expectations 👌 but the struggle is at day 2 where westlife is hshsjss. long before their turn to play, we bought food and thought we still could get barricade,,, but no. the main stage is alrd crowded.

then the drama 👺 a group of girls basically harassed us verbally and by pushing bc we tried to chill n don't let them go in front of us. FINALLY before westlife turn, thank god idk where they went but we're just few meters away from barricade 🤘😔 except for some groups most of the crowd are chill. got near but still can't see them bc we're short. pain from tiptoeing 💀. also the small annoyance that only us who knew & sang the lyrics to their newer/less Hit songs but ppl who only knew 2 songs r at the front wkwkwk.

but it's ok bc westlife was GREATTTTT..... their vocals,, esp. mark high notes 👌🥲. Nostalgia power ndndjsks. they started with starlight and ended with you raise me up, total of like 14 songs?? and one short acoustic exclusive to this date. that's a Lot. just minus a few songs compared to the stadium date in previous city but 10 times cheaper. 🛐🛐

they're not That big worldwide but big in SEA... we rarely gets 'world tour' from most artists. locals joked they should rent house here by how often they come 😭 ofc they in turn said our support kept the band alive. im 🧍

bts could've done this bc SEA contributed a ton of stream and socmed engagement but ig hybe preferred quick western cash 💔 hybe kacang lupa kulit

untung pisan jadi pergi AAAAa. nepi ngahaja matching sweater ◼️🌈 + sapatu ◼️🌈 nu can kapaké. felt my english level went up lmaooo bc i understood everything and their accent pronouncing u like o 😁

ps can tumblr give a monthly quota of one post with multiple videos? 🤞

#tumblr compressed the vid quality 💔#westlife #this afternoon the neck and back of knee pain came back 💀#and after i bought tix to this i found Blue also will tour here lmao

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bird-dreaming · 1 year

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Dream archived from Discord, sent 05/20/2021 5:46 PM

I had the weirdest fucking dream.

Basically, it started out with me meeting like one of my brother's friends who was a huge minions fan (I don't think this person exists or whatever and I don't think my brother knows anyone who's a huge minions fan). Then, afterwards, my family decided to go out for the day and suddenly everyone was already prepared to go (just regular clothes, no masks or whatever).

My sister and I were in the front porch waiting to leave and I remember that she wanted rainy weather bc it was fucking hot. After a while, the sky clouded over and she was excited. And then the sky blackened. Our mother ushered us to go inside and close the doors as this thing happened as if a crazy event that she prepared for is finally happening.

I look outside before I close the door and what do I see? A red and black sky upon us while everyone hides in the house.

We try to figure out what was happening but we honestly have no idea. Everything shuts down for a while and we just stay in the living room and for some reason, we know that utilities are going to go out so we wouldn't have water. Luckily, all my family had water with them and things were fine.

Anw, remember the minions loving friend my brother had? I don't remember what the fuck she told me but I remember that my brother was so embarrassed and even frustrated with it.

Anw, after everything, I look outside and there wasn't a single cloud in the extremely blue sky, and we took it as a sign that there wouldn't be any more water raining down ever. I suddenly got the idea to get water for my brother for some reason so I went to him in the far end of the living room and he rejected my offer, still cringing at his friend. I then turn around and there was this camera crew who came to our front door and they were trying to cover whatever the fuck just happened.

They said that people in the provincial area were horrified to see a shit ton of beet root coming up on the sky and asked if we expected the beet root uprising. I wanted to ask the media about it, but my mother told me off from saying another word and she said that it was probably nothing.

Cut to me thinking that it was probably from a millennial since they're just weird like that. For some reason, I the switched to a POV of some random dude doing parkour over a mall elevator who said "Yeah, dude, it's probably a millennial. They're just weird like that, bro."

And then I woke up.

#dreams #2021 #05202021 #long post

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dacaapo · 3 years

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( you know I'm gonna bring the mother of all ships and park it right in your ask box for that aesthetics meme — darvin <3 )

aesthetics, objects, and moods / accepting

oxford ost / nfwmb forsythias in full bloom. cobbled streets and the sticky, sweet heat of july in oxford. flash storms and a blooming cemetery for cover. her mouth, biting into a peach; his mouth, kissing the juice that trails down from the fruit to her chin. old record players. cigarettes on balconies. tangled sheets that smell of him, smell of her. her laughter, when he crowds her in the hotel elevator. her melting sigh, when he takes her tired foot in his lap and presses his thumb to the center. an overfilled glass of red wine, shared. waking to the sound of birds singing and a page being turned in her hands. vin, please. / i’ve got you, cara. i’m here. old cathedrals and the glow of stained glass. a harrowing, thunderous ocean. blood down a drain and his tongue down her throat. loosened ties, unbuttoned collars. his hair in his eyes and her hands gentle when they card through the strands. his lips, learning the shape of the worst of her scars. hushed prayers. a fire smoldering, their skin aflame. sweet brown sugar. so tender, he can't tell if he's a healing wound or an aching bruise. flowers pressed between the pages of an old book: a surprise, for an unsuspecting soul to find. sunshine pooling like honey and gold in the dips of her collarbone as she sleeps. no goodbyes. please. let me give you what you need. (amore, cara. a mora is a blackberry. / do i taste of berries to you?)

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chaeryybomb · 3 years

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BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while.

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki

word count: 4.5k

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

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