#he gave me one called fairy floss it was so cute

[warmthpdf]

i love having a love that makes me see my ability to be a whole person as myself :( he brought back my individuality just by endlessly wanting to know me

[cloudy-ocs]

— i’ll be yours

: yeonjun and mari decide to go on a double date with mia and changbin.

HI THIS IS A SPECIAL COLLAB POST, @okskz WILL BE DOING A POST ON HER BLOG 😌 HAPPY ONE YEAR OF FRIENDSHIP BRO :D

— masterlist

mari clasped mia’s hand tightly, dragging the shorter girl towards the entrance of the carnival. both yeonjun and changbin lagged behind the two, sulking as their girlfriends continued ignoring them.

“what do you wanna do first?” mari’s arm was now enclosed around mia’s forearm, walking beside her as she pointed to the various rides.

“honestly, i kinda wanna get food.”

“shouldn’t we do that after the rides?” mia shrugged, her own arm wrapping around mari’s, whilst the younger girl pointed out the cons to getting food first.

the two continued walking mindlessly around the carnival grounds, continuing their bickering as the boys trailed behind them.

“mari, can i have my girlfriend back?”

“oh wait, can i have mine too!”

the two girls looked back at them, shaking their heads vigorously before turning back to look before them.

“how about we get some food then? and go on less...thrilling rides.” changbin suggested, slipping between mari and mia, his hand wrapping around mia’s waist.

mari frowned at his actions, turning to look back at yeonjun who simply shrugged before catching up to the three in front of him.

he reached down to grab mari’s hand, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of her head. the four continued walking, looking at the different booths to see what they were serving.

“should we just go with hotdogs?” changbin suggested, turning back to look at the group.

“where’s the flavour, seo? we’re at a fair, why would we get hotdogs?” mia faked a gag, looking up at her boyfriend.

“it was just a suggestion.” he grumbled, lips forming into a pout. frown soon disappearing as mia leaned up to give him a quick kiss.

“what about those twisted potato’s on a stick?” yeonjun piped in, his unoccupied hand pointing towards a booth selling various hot food combinations.

“oh, i’ve never tried those before !” mari excitedly pulled yeonjun towards the booth, leaving both mia and changbin behind.

“that kid, i swear. she’s like a chihuahua.” mia smacked changbin’s arm at his comment, rolling her eyes as he laughed at his own joke.

“she’s just excited, don’t be mean. it’s not funny when you do it.”

“wh-”

“wanna go get crepes?”

—

the two couples regrouped after buying their food, finding an empty bench for them all to sit and eat their food on.

“honestly, i don’t know what i was expecting when i got this flavour. can you believe they don’t have chicken salt?” mari continued complaining about the lack of chicken salt, mumbling about how she should’ve brought some on her last trip from australia.

“baby, i’m pretty sure a lot of places don’t have chicken salt.”

“that’s so sad.”

“what’s chicken salt?” mia piped in, genuinely confused at what the couple in front of her were talking about.

mari gasped, offended by such a question. yeonjun groaned, knowing what was about to come. “mia, how do you not know what chicken salt is? do they not have it in america?”

mia shook her head, “is it like, chicken flavouring?”

yeonjun threw his head back as mari continued her rant about chicken salt and the lack of it around the world.

changbin stared between the three of them, eyes switching from person to person as he slowly ate his crepe.

“wait so what’s chicken salt?”

—

“do you wanna get some cotton candy?” mari leaned up to give yeonjun a kiss on the cheek, smiling at the small blush that formed on his face as she did so.

“yeah sure!” the two headed off towards one of the confectionary stations, talking about future double dates with the other couple.

said couple was now standing in front of a carnival game, eyeing the prizes to see if it was really worth the $5.

“that french bulldog plushie is so cute !” mia pointed towards a large plushie, strung up along the top of the tent.

“you like that one?” when mia nodded, changbin pulled out his wallet, handing a five dollar note to the vendor. he turned to mia, lips quirked you in a smirk.

“watch this, galindo.” he threw a ball at the cups that were neatly stacked on top of each other. awkwardly laughing when he missed the first time.

“i’m watching.”

“that was just a practice throw, now watch this.” though he missed again. mia snorted at his failed attempts, clapping after he had finally managed to knock one down.

“here let me try.” she gave another note to the vendor, thanking him after he had given her the three balls she needed to throw.

changbin crosses his arms over his chest, watching as his girlfriend threw the ball. he wasn’t really expecting her to actually do better than him, so when she won a large prize, he was quite shocked.

“sorry, what was it you said before? watch this? yeah that’s what i thought.” she gave him the plushie, holding his hand as he complained about how the game was rigged.

“i bet i could win you something.”

“yeah? well i bet i could win you more than what you could win me.”

“is that a challenge?”

—

“it’s been so long since i’ve had fairy floss, it has a really nostalgic feeling to it.” the two were walking back to the meet up location. a bag of fairy floss in yeonjun’s right hand, his left wrapped around mari’s shoulder as she held another 3 bags.

“me too, i think the last time i had it was when i tried making it.”

“you made cotton candy?”

“yeah, it didn’t work out. tasted pretty good though!”

yeonjun laughed, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to her temple. the two arrived at the spot, looking around for the other couple.

“do you think they’re still looking around?” mari turned to face yeonjun, furrowing her brows in confusion as she noticed him trying to stifle his laughter.

“i think they’re done looking around for the day.” he pointed at the couple, bursting into laughter after seeing changbin face plant, hand flying to cover his laughs.

mari turned around to see what he was laughing at, almost dropping the cotton candy when she began laughing.

the shorter couple were buried in plushies ranging from various different sizes. mia’s hands seemed to be more full than changbin’s, the older boy cheering in victory.

“where are they gonna put those when we go on the ferris wheel?”

“i don’t know, baby. i really don’t.”

—

the night was coming to an end, and what better way to end a double date at the fair than by riding the ferris wheel during the fireworks show.

the four of them had decided to ride in pairs, of course wanting to end the date with their partners. mari and yeonjun had hopped in first, giggling as they watched changbin throw some of the plushies into their carriage.

everything was going well. the night breeze was cooling, softly blowing into the carriage , the stars were glimmering in the dark sky and the lights from the rest of the fair shone brightly.

until mari realised how far up they were, and how the carriage was swaying slightly whenever they moved. yeonjun has been staring out of the bars, smiling excitedly at the view until he felt mari slap his thigh. his smile dropped as he turned around to see mari’s widened eyes.

he turned his body in a rush , further shaking the carriage, and thus scaring mari more. “baby, what’s wrong?”

“i forgot the whole point of a ferris wheel was that it was a big spinning wheel that goes slowly and stops at the top for like a minute and now we’re slowly making our way to the top and i’m scared of heights.”

“you’re- you’re scared of heights, but you wanted to ride the ferris wheel?”

“i wanted to see the pretty lights, but now the only lights i’ll see are the ones calling for me after i die.” she wrapped her arms around yeonjun’s arm, pressing herself into him as the wheel stopped again.

“you’re not going to die, mar.”

“this isn’t an amusement park, yeonjun. they don’t do regular checks on these things. i watched a youtube video once, very informative, never going to trust a fair or carnival or whatever this thing is ever again.”

“i can assure you, we’re very safe.” he removed her arms from his, instead pulling her in to his side, her head resting on his chest as he rubbed her arm.

“MIA STOP IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!” the two looked at each other, trying to stop their laughter as changbin and mia began bickering. “WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO FALL, MIA STOP.”

“not my problem!”

“ITLL BE YOUR PROBLEM IF WE DO BREAK IT.” mia shrugged, continuing her antics. the carriage continued swaying as changbin tried holding mia still, groaning when she began laughing. “you’re actually going to kill me.”

mari and yeonjun watched the carriage bellow them, where their friends were currently swaying in, watching in amusement as changbin yelled out for her to stop moving.

“see, if they can do that, we’ll be fine.” yeonjun smoked down at mari, smile brightening as he watched her face light up.

the fireworks began as they reached the top, the breeze was at its peak, leaving a calming feeling on the two as they watched the event in excitement. yeonjun looked down at mari, who smiled brightly as more fireworks were set off. the light from the fair reflecting in her eyes.

yeonjun cupped mari’s jaw, turning her head to face him. she obliged, though very confused, until she felt his lips on hers.

the kiss was a soft one, only lasting a few seconds before they broke apart, a small smile on both of their faces as they pulled apart.

“today was a really good day.” mari smiled up at him, turning back to face the fireworks show which had still been going off during their short kiss.

“it really was, but maybe next time we should spend more time with the others.”

“yeah, but i’m sure they were fine on their own.” yeonjun nodded at mari’s words, moving to pull her closer, wrapping his arms around her.

“MIA PLEASE, WE’RE AT THE TOP DON’T START THIS AGAIN.”

[baeshijima]

@semiluvr + @dumbass-lev i finally managed to do it—

satophiejima + matsuseida + levkunimui headcanons: summer festival

okay

so

we’ve had ice cream date and we’ve had movie date

and now, we get the summer festival 🥰 

yes i changed it but i got the idea in my shower and i liked it—

soooo

we’re all dressed in our yukatas looking cute as heck as we all walk to where the festival is held

there’s chaos before we even get there—

satori continuously gushes about all the different foods to try (the chocolates—), annoying semi (”semi-semi~” “stop calling me that!”), and animatedly chats to wakatoshi and i about all the various games and all the prizes he’s gonna win me ahaaaaa

lev joins in

now there’s two energetic beanpoles bouncing at the thought of street food + winning us plushies—

kunimi is judging them so hard rn

wakatoshi ignores them in favour of locking pinkies with me

matsukawa is egging them on tbh

and us three?

we’re just chilling and excited for free food and plushies :D

now for the time we arrive!!!

we get some cotton candy/candy floss/fairy floss— whATEVER YOU CALL IT, candy apples, taiyaki, dango—

just some good ol street food, y’know 🥺

we walk around a bit as we eat and end up playing some of the games there!

satophiejima do senbonbiki (a game where you pull long pieces of strings attached to treats, not knowing whether you’ll get one or not)

underline of it is we all fail except for miracle boy wakatoshi who gets the treat

he gives it to me n i die

simple as that—

satori steals a bite off me tho,,,

matsuseida play shateki (a gun shooting game)

ahahaa,,, it actually didn’t turn out bad tbh

i mean, mattsun + semi wanted to show off but in a subtle way

basically, lydia got two big plushies by the end of it

levkunimui did the goldfish catching (a game where you catch goldfish in paper nets)

yeah,,, that was a mess, though kunimi managed to get a goldfish and gave it to mui in the little bag at the end 🥺 gkfdfkgj lev gets sulky so he takes them to get more food lmfao

okay but we all meet up and watch the firework display at the end

and just as the fireworks go off:

“i love you, sophie“

“i love you, lydia“

“i love you, mui“

✨b o o m✨

fgrkdgtrthg i had so much fun writing this 🥺 i think it came out rlly well and i’m proud of myself! 

*casually pats myself on the back*

i hope you enjoyed this 🥰

[gallivantingheart]

I’m Serious

Synopsis: A management intern starts at JYP and no one is immune to her sweet charms - especially Sungjin.

Pairing: Day6 Sungjin x fem!OC (Haneul/Reader*)

*I gave the character a name this time round just to test it and because at the time it was easier to write. It may change in future. HOWEVER, I have made sure that there are no defining descriptors to the character*

Genre: Fluff, a little humour

Word count: 3k

A/N: Hello! I’ve decided to try my hand at writing again. I haven’t really put up a fic like this before… I have a mini-series planned for the five boys based on songs from this past year, so I hope you like it - if you do, let me know so I can write more!

“I’m having an intern shadow me from now on. She’s going to be here for her studies and shouldn’t be trouble. Treat her the same you would me. Her job is essentially the same as mine, okay?” Their manager says from the kitchen.

The band is gathered round the poky table by the wall for breakfast. The light is busted, the sunlight barely making an appearance through the kitchen window. Elbows knock against one another as they all are trying their best to adhere to the dorm rule of no food outside the kitchen. Dowoon’s hair is a mess and Jae’s glasses are barely sitting straight upon his face. Exchanging looks, they all nod and murmur out drowsy agreements.

She shows up the next week at the studio, excited to say the least. A little peach coloured backpack sits low on her back along with ripped blue jeans. She bows to them all, her hands tucked behind her back and bouncing restlessly on her toes.

“Hello! I’m Lee Haneul. It’s nice to meet you all.” She says politely.

Her energy seems to overflow, brimming in her eyes and in her splitting smile. The manager is giving her an odd smirk from his perch by the wall. Sungjin stands up first to greet her with a small smile.

“I‘m Park Sungjin. Leader of Day6. I hope we work well.”

Haneul nods and drops another little bow, hair flipping about enthusiastically. The rest of the group is the same, Young K insisting on the name and Dowoon making a funny chuckle. Their manager ushers her out not long after, introductions over. She casts them a quick wave over her shoulder before clutching the peach straps of her bag and shutting the door. Wonpil smirks, going back to lean in his seat.

“Well, she’s energetic, isn’t she?”

Young K breaks out into laughter, violently flailing about and smacking his hand on his thigh. They could all feel the residual energy the young intern left in her wake, brightening the room - things certainly won’t be boring with Haneul about.

As per the position she was given, Haneul really became their little shadow. Always just in the background of conversation, jiggling her knees with that little bag by her side. She reminded Dowoon of an over eager puppy trying its best to be patient. But even then, she was always a laugh. A little uncoordinated at times, in awe of them. She’d smacked into a door frame once, listening to them work on a song - it wasn’t her fault that their talent brought out her inner rhythmic fangirl (She was studying music as a minor after all). Wonpil fell off his chair when he saw it while Sungjin and their manager rushed over to see if she was okay. Poor Haneul’s face was red for a bit in embarrassment, unable to look anyone in the eye as she made a note or two on her page.

But despite that, she could do her job, her level of energy perfect for whatever she took on. Buzzing about and sending to them to their various schedules planned - comeback was rapidly nearing and right now in their little slump they could use all the help they could get. That little bag of hers seemed to hold everything imaginable - guitar picks, bottles of water, band-aids, plastic spoons! - Always at the ready with whatever odd request they had. She and Sungjin conversed a lot, seeing as she was the manager’s gopher. Haneul was at least half a head shorter than him, always craning her head a little to look at him. While trying not to gush about a melody she had heard them tinker with a few days before, Haneul instead blurted out that it actually hurt her neck if she talked to Jae for too long. There was a sudden crack of laughter from Sungjin as he stooped over to laugh at her, startling Dowoon offbeat. She was smart, hardworking not to mention shamelessly cute - it was hard not to like Haneul. Even their manager smiled when she spoke to him.

Slowly, Sungjin began to pick up on her more. Making sure he could find her in a room. Ensuring he always said hello to her. He had been walking down one of the halls of the building for a meeting when he caught her figure bouncing on her toes and swearing dark and vicious under breath as she tried to reach for a file. Haneul paused in her sky blue top, peering about for something to climb on.

Stuffing his phone in his pocket he says, “are you alright?”

She jolts in fright, ducking her head as she turns on him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just getting something for…”

Smiling, Sungjin reaches up, pointing to the folder in question before plucking it off the shelf and depositing it in her waiting hands. She’s a little pink in the cheeks, looking down at it shyly.

“Was that the one?”

“Yeah. Thanks Sungjin.” She clears her throat and lifts her head to beam up at him.

They both head in the same direction, chatting idly about nothing in particular. She drops the file onto the desk and claims a seat in the corner of the room just as the meeting begins, words sprinting across the page of her notebook.

It’s but a week later and Sungjin and Jae are coerced into getting lunch for the group, deciding on a little place just down the road. Admittedly, Sungjin had gotten a little worried when Haneul didn’t show up that morning on their manager’s tail. Ordering the member’s food, they stand to the side to wait, peering about the steel and wood establishment.

“Sungjin? Jae?”

Both turned to find Haneul sitting in a corner, up to her ears in papers. They go over to meet her smile as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear littered with earrings, her earphones clutched in her other hand.

“Haneul, what are you doing here?” Sungjin blurts out, brows raised into his black fringe.

“Yeah, what’s all this?” Jae adds, stunned.

She sets her pen down, pushing aside some papers. “Oh, a mix of schoolwork and intern stuff. Your manager had me running about this morning so he gave me this so I could have a break.”

“You call this mountain of paperwork a break?” Jae protests, stood in scuffed sneakers, jeans and a baggy sweatshirt.

Haneul shrugs lazily, fairy floss pink nails fluttering in the air and Sungjin can’t help but hold the actions in his sight, food all but forgotten. He wondered how she managed to make such a regular action look sweet. “Pretty much. What about you? How come you’re here?” Her question is aimed at the both of them but her eyes stay on Sungjin, patiently glowing. His face feels warm and he resists the urge to pat his cheeks to check.

“Well Jae and I drew the short straws and have to buy the rest of the group lunch and we had more than one straw so two of us could buy food so there was more food. Me and Jae came here because we thought it was nice - and the food’s good. What do you think? About the food? Have you have it - here?” He babbled, eyes a little wide the more he talked.

He finally takes a moment, blinking blankly, his face definitely red now. Sungjin clears his throat awkwardly, ducking his head. Jae is trying with everything he has not to explode into hysterics right there. Who knew a girl could set their cool, calm leader into such a mess? Haneul giggles, her smile the same face-splitting one she greeted them with the first time they met.

“Yes, Sungjin I have had the food here before. I like the coffee too.” Her voice is warm and soft, something neither of the boys think they’ve heard before.

He nods. “Me too.”

It’s as if Jae doesn’t exist. Haneul has her body fully facing the husky vocalist, her arms folded across the table and her head tipped up. Meanwhile their leader looks a little dazed and stunned as they try their best to conversate smoothly as they always have. Their names are called and Sungjin reluctantly glances away.

“I guess that’s us. Will we see you this afternoon at all, Haneul?”

“For sure! B-bye Sungjin. Oh, and see you Jae.”

The taller of the two waves, practically dragging Sungjin away to the counter.

After a moment of thought, Sungjin lingers a little longer, much to the amusement of his hyung, picking up a vanilla chai latte. Ditching Jae outside, the vocalist dashes over to place it in front of Haneul. She catches the movement and lifts her head, the soft warm scent tickling her nose.

“Here. A pick me up. Keep working hard - I know you can do it.” He says, beaming.

She takes the large paper cup from his grasp, their fingers glancing each other - hers smooth and ink-stained, his gentle and calloused from the strings of his instrument. Inhaling the scent of it, her shoulders were uncoiling already. How did he know her coffee order anyway? Haneul smiles gratefully and instantly makes the impending teasing worth it.

“Thanks. I will.” Her cheeks are rosy.

He waves goodbye, jogging out to meet a smirking Jae. Ever observant though, Sungjin catches it, sending him a look or two through raised eyebrows and squinted eyes.

“What?”

“Oh, you have it bad for her.”

He neither confirms nor denies it, but the smile on his face says enough.

Many a sleepless night is spent staring at the bottom of Wonpil’s bunk, thinking about a churning mix of comeback worries and a certain energetic intern. Other than their leader being a little more agreeable and a tiny bit less stressed, Haneul’s presence has brought about a new song. A summery, upbeat track with a mix of Sungjin’s thoughts and Wonpil and Young K’s observations. Just like the song, it only seems to get worse - for the both of them - as time goes by. Soon her words are vibrating, stumbling all over the place as she bounces on the spot. When she’s in the room - which is all the time - he only seems to have eyes for her, blatant for all to see. At least until she looks his way to do the same. The more he talks with Haneul, the more he babbles, earning more soft smiles and endearing laughter.

While waiting outside one evening - she for the bus and they for their car - Haneul dances over to a corner to answer a video call. From what Young K can gather, tilting his head up to peer at the screen, it seems to be her sister asking if she’ll be home in time for dinner. They look very similar, apart from her sister’s high cheekbones and longer hair.

“I’m making soup.” Says her sister briskly.

Haneul pouts, putting Wonpil’s aegyo to shame. “But unnie! Can’t we have takeout? What about that new chicken place round the corner - we got a coupon the other day!”

“Oh no. Don’t you pout at me - it’s not cute and neither are you. It’s not happening. I think I have the recipe right this time!”

The young woman whines in her long caramel cardigan and white top, lip-stain pink and shining under the streetlight. Her lip juts out in a deeper pout, brows crinkling together. By now, Sungjin and a few others have tuned into the conversation, his heart turning into a mush at his feet.

“Unnie, please! Please, I’ll love you forever and do the dishes. We’ll even watch that drama I don’t like. I just really want chicken tonight.”

Her puppy dog eyes seem to do the trick because there is a heavy sigh as the woman on the screen rolls her eyes. Haneul is grinning like she knows she’s won.“Hmm…fine. But you better - you know I’m a few weeks behind.” Her older sister is gruff.

Haneul squeals, doing a little dance. “Oh, yes! Thank you - I’ll see you when I get home!”

“Yeah, alright. I’ll order now. See you soon.”

The young intern waves happily at her phone. “Bye!”

By now Sungjin’s detached smirk has crumbled to a warm smile, head tilted as he watches do her happy dance again. 

Wonpil peers around with a slow, promising smile.

“Hyung, can we get chicken too?” He asks tentatively.

“No.”

They blink and suddenly, it’s comeback time. Everyone is thankful to have someone as energetic and capable as her at their disposal. Helpfully showing up on their doorstep once in awhile, probably to drag their manager and a fellow member out. Other days it’s to remind them what’s planned for the day or take a load off. Sometimes she scurries about, planner tucked under her arm as she jumps into her poky little car, tugging a member by the ear to a recording - Jae has gotten one too many lifts from her to ASC as of late. Sungjin appreciates the extra set of eyes and ears, especially when it comes to the younger two. Eventually it’s the day of their EP dropping and a day later their first comeback stage of this album.

Haneul sits on a chair by the window in their change room, swinging her legs idly. Her converse squeak against the flooring and she smirks as they play a trick on Wonpil (again). She and Sungjin make eye contact and beam at one another as he slips the pianists’ phone behind his back to Dowoon. Just before they leave to set up she leaps up, skidding in front of him. With her pen wedged in her hair, she reaches up to fix the way his jacket sits over his shirt, tugging gently on the collar. It had been disrupted in the cat and mouse chase that ensued after Wonpil found his phone.“There you go. Go do what you do best.” She says.

Jae shoots a grin over his shoulder. “What, aren’t you gonna wish us luck, Haneul?”

Her eyes don’t leave Sungjin’s stable orbs. “You don’t need it.”

He smiles. “Thanks. See you after.” She nods and waves as they make their way down the hall to the stage.

It’s getting critical how oblivious Haneul seems to Sungjin’s hints. Even Dowoon is done, ready to smack his head into the hi-hat repeatedly. Jae has multiple contingency plans set up, should nothing happen by the end of the month. One involves ice-cream and a neon green vest. Maybe some roller blades. Another with Wonpil on Dowoon’s drum set in a Danny Zuko costume and Momo at the ready. (Don’t. Ask.)

“Hyung, you’re going to have to actually spell it out for her if you want to get anywhere. You know her internship ends in a month.” Young K says around a pen wedged between his teeth. A mix of music sheets and business notes sits scattered around the bassist, an organised mess.

Sungjin shoots him a sharp look, pausing his polishing of the table. He had been hoping the work would distract him from the intern enough to work out what to do next. He didn’t really expect Young K to be so straightforward about it all.

“Since when have you given dating advice?”

The younger member shrugs. “It’s sort of an obvious step right about now.”

Sungjin only grumbles under his breath before turning back to the matter at hand - violently cleaning.

Haneul has admittedly taken up a habit of studying in the practice room when not in use. She liked the smell of the instruments, the lack of loneliness the objects gave her as they sat around her. It was as if they still held the notes of the music the band played in their structures, humming in the silence. The quiet isn’t suffocating like her university’s library nor her sister’s trot music blaring from the apartment speakers. Sungjin just needs a moment away to try and think of some lyrics or melodies, his fingers itching for a pen or his strings. He’s startled when he finds her under the artificial lights of the practice room, her textbooks scattered about, her pencil case resting on Dowoon’s snare and business textbook propped open using the guitar stands.

“Sorry, S-Sungjin. I can leave if you need me to.” She mumbles.

He waves his hand at her. “No, stay. The company would be nice.”

Both individuals get to work, Sungjin toying around with notes and beats in his his head as she swiftly types out her study at JYP. The consistent tap-tap of her keyboard is just enough to fill the room, soothing the both of them. After a short wait, he steels himself and turns on the moves. Asks if she needs help with the music side or his opinion, asks her what the thinks of his work. Sungjin all but curls himself around her from across the table, not wanting to scare or put her off.

Sungjin rolls his eyes across from her. The gentle prodding has done nothing! She was a smart woman, studying music and business for goodness sake - didn’t that require some kind of ability to read between the lines? Haneul catches his frustrated expression and frowns, her hand sliding part the way across the table with the intention of reaching his own calloused grasp.

“Sungjin, is there something the matter?”

He heaves a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Her work sits forgotten between them as he performs one last ditch attempt to consider the situation. He had nothing left to lose if he told her straight. May as well go all in. He stares straight at her, caging her in with his gaze. She blinks, startled with the intensity but doesn’t move back. The guitarist meets her halfway, wrapping his hand around hers tightly.

“Haneul. I really like you. I’ve been trying to tell you for ages - you just don’t seem to have been catching my signals.”

The members sit crowded around the slit of glass in the door, cringing collectively. Young K shakes out his hair from his stooped position, getting it in Dowoon’s mouth.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I would have said it, but okay.” Jae shrugs.

Haneul stares for a long moment with her mouth ajar, speechless. Her pen slips from her grasp, sprinting a messy line across his work. Sungjin can’t seem to look at her now his feelings are out in the open.

“Y-you don’t have to say anything. But, I had to tell you.” He mumbles beginning to draw his hand away. “Just, forget I said anything. Let’s finish -”

“No!”

Sungjin’s eyes fly open, falling back on her. His brows are shot up, buried in his fringe. Her little hand shoots out to grip is rough fingers, eyes wide. She has shot to her feet, her frame leant over the table to catch him. She’s on the tiptoes of her sneakers, her heavy breaths washing over him. Haneul’s cheeks are just as red, if not more so than Sungjin’s.

“No, wait. I-I like you too. I just…I didn’t know how to tell you. You make me nervous.” Haneul murmurs, ducking her head shyly.

“Really?” He says bewildered, fringe ruffled.

She nods. “Mmm.”

A smile creeps its way across his features, creasing his eyes warmly and rounding his cheeks. On the other side of the door, the group heaves a sigh of relief with Jae roughly collapsing on Wonpil who cried and whined in protest. Sungjin tentatively shuffles around the table to sit closer to her, adjusting their grip to hold hands properly. The pair sit like that for the rest of the afternoon, hearts warm, working in peace.

I’m serious

My eyes say that I like you

Why don’t you feel it?

My face is so obvious

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school’s out, let’s go get some ice cream; peter parker

request: part 2 to my heart flutters when i see you!

word count: 2,848

warnings: idk cute dumb teens. i didn’t edit this?

a/n: thank you guys for liking part 1 enough to want a part 2!! listened to this while writing. disclaimer, the store mentioned here isn’t a real store. also, i used some virginia woolf quotes here. they will be bolded. love you!! <3

tags: @kaliforniacoastalteens (if you wanna be tagged in future fics, just ask <3)

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Summer was burning out and while that never necessarily meant the end of crime, autumn seemed to be slowing down the criminals in Queens. Not that Peter wanted people to do bad things and break the law, but it was awfully boring (not to mention it’d be incredibly hard to impress Mr. Stark when there was nothing to impress him with). He’s nearly forgotten all of his hobbies while he was busy being Spider-man. He wasn’t quite sure what to do after school one day when he noticed that for about a week now, the only thing he’s done as Spider-man was occasionally direct lost people to their destination. And maybe it wasn’t just criminals that slowed in autumn; the entire city moved with a lag and Peter hasn’t seen a single jogger for the last two weeks. There was at first something peaceful about it but his head was always racing so something that should be considered a blessing was now the source of aching boredom for him. He really needed to do something new.

The first week of October became painfully still when Ned was pulled away to visit some relatives in another state for a while. He didn’t have any other friends that were as close to him as Ned, no one else shared every interest of his, and on the way to Biology one day he considered putting on his suit and swinging around the city just so he was doing something.

You glance at Peter as he walks into the classroom and you notice how disinterested he looks– it’s a look you haven’t seen on him for at least a year now. That boy’s eyes always shone, even in the dark they twinkled. There’s something up when that innocent light fades.

“Peter!” You called out and he meets your gaze. “C’mere.”

He shuffles over to you and sits next to you. “Uh, hey, Y/N.”

“How’re you feeling?” You offer a smile that he doesn’t return.

“Fine,” he answers, and then he’s gone again; he moves robotically as he pulls out his textbook while his mind is far away from this school and this city. You sigh, deciding to leave him be for now. You know better than to handle his gentleness with pushiness.

The class moves slowly, as Peter expected. You spent most of your time remembering that one time you told Peter that Michelle overheard him and he had gone red within a second and started apologizing over and over. You had told him that you really appreciated that he thought that and that it made you happy. Now, you wish you had said something smarter. Wittier. Better. Something that didn’t sound as obvious as “It means a lot coming from you.”

You clicked your pen. It’s over and done with. You shouldn’t worry about it. And then you smile to yourself because it feels a lot better to stop stressing over things you can’t change.

The final school bell rings for the day and you gather your things and shove them in your backpack. You fish you wallet out and check how much cash you have. Forty dollars should be enough.

“Peter?” You stand up next to him. He seems to snap out of whatever world he was in.

“Yeah?” He quickly starts to slide his belongings into his bag.

“Let’s go get ice cream.” You grin at him.

“W-What?” He looked up at you.

“Ice cream, you and me,” you say, grabbing his hand and tugging at him.

“Wait, why?” He stumbles as he stands up, nearly knocking his chair over. “Y/N!”

You pull him out of the classroom and head for the exit. “School’s out, let’s go get some ice cream. You need something fun.”

Peter sputters a bit more before quieting and simply letting you lead him off campus. You don’t let go of his hand, even when you enter the sluggish streets of Queens’ autumn. He dared to close his fingers around your hand and glanced up to find a giddy smile on your face. It took him a moment, but soon he shared that smile, glad to be doing something other than wondering what to do.

You led him to a street he rarely ever visited as Spider-man and has never been to as Peter. The street was far too quiet for a city street and it gave him some odd feeling of being foreign, stronger than when he was in Berlin. He pulled his hand away from yours nervously and you looked at him questioningly (and disappointedly).

“Ah, sorry,” Peter mumbled. “My-My hand’s getting sweaty.”

You playfully elbowed him, but didn’t take his hand again out of respect. “Mine, too.” You laugh gently. To your joy, Peter laughed a bit, too. Maybe he’s coming back.

“So, um, why’d you bring me here?” He asked as you crossed the empty street together, approaching a small but tidy sweets shop by the name of Fairy Floss.

“You look pretty down today,” you answered. “You’ve honestly looked awfully depressed lately, but today especially. I don’t know all the details– and don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to– but you should take better care of yourself.”

“Take care? I’m fine.” Peter went for the door but you beat him to it and let him in first. “And I’m not depressed.”

“Pete, I might not be as close to you as Ned is, but I know you better than you think I do.” You wish that was as deep as it sounded. You’ve just been around him long enough to notice the not-as-obvious about him. You wish you had gotten closer to him before the internship, it’s taken up most of his free time (although lately he hasn’t been as busy, which made you happy). “Something’s going on and I think it’s high time you think about yourself.”

Peter chokes something out and looks down, hands fiddling. You walk into the shop after him and tug him over to the counter. There’s an old woman behind the counter with a kind face and tired eyes. You smile gently at her.

“Hey, Milena,” you make sure to speak softly to her.

“Y/N, I haven’t seen you for a few weeks.” Her voice is gravelly and older than her body. “Have you finally brought me the Peter boy?”

You blush faintly, hoping she wouldn’t say anything about what you’ve said about him to her. You talk to her almost exclusively about Peter. “Yeah.”

Peter looked at you, clearly confused, but Milena beat you to it.

“Y/N tells me about you sometimes. You’re a lovely boy, Peter.” She staggers out of her chair and limps over to the counter. “What can I get for you, darling?”

“U-Uh…” Peter quickly looks up at the menu that was displayed behind Milena. “R-Rocky road ice cream?”

“And the usual for me, please. Both large cups.” You add, then bring Peter over to a table so that Milena can work. Once you sat down in front of Peter, you decided to try to talk to him.

“D’you want to tell me what’s going on with you?” You spoke barely above a whisper. “‘Cause I know you’re not feeing too great.”

“I, uh, I just–“ He shrugged. “I don’t know. I– yeah. I don’t know.”

You don’t know how to poke at him, so you just try to be careful. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” he says.

“How have you felt lately, then?”

“Um… bored, I guess?”

“Bored?”

“Yeah… yeah. Maybe stuck.”

“Ah.” You’ve felt like that before. Last summer break, you were feeling like that. So you did something about it. “Do something new.”

“What?”

“You need to do something new.” You sit back in your chair and smile at him.

“Like–Like what?” He stays in his hunched over position.

“I don’t know. Have you ever gone parasailing?”

“Parasailing?”

You laughed lightly. “It was pretty fun. Not as extreme as you’d think it is. But my point is, do something new. Actually, it doesn’t even have to be new. Do something you don’t do often.”

“But… What? I–I don’t really get, uh, what you’re getting at.” Peter played with the sleeves of his sweater, looking out of the shop’s window. There’s nothing moving outside.

“You said you felt bored and stuck. It’s been pretty dead around the city lately so sometimes you gotta go decide to do something yourself.” You shrug. “It worked for me last summer. Go live your best life.”
 “But I–“

Milena walked out from the back room with two cups of ice cream. “Kids?”

You stand up, but Peter’s already walking to the counter so you sit back down.

Peter smiles nervously at Milena, who seems to wear a permanent smile. “Uh, thanks, Miss.”

“You’re very welcome, Peter,” she croons. Then, she chuckles lightly and motions for Peter to lean toward her. When he does, she whispers in his ear, “I can see that look in your eyes when you look at Y/N. She shares it. Just in case you ever foolishly forget; she’s never not thinking of you.”

And then she leaves him with that whisper, limping her way to the back room. Peter is fairly sure she knows what she was talking about, but he didn’t want to believe it. Well, he did want to believe that Milena was saying that Y/N likes him back, but believing that would be dangerous if she were wrong about you. He hoped she wasn’t wrong. He hoped that whatever he chose to believe about that was the right choice.

“Isn’t she nice?” You ask Peter as he sits down with the ice cream, giving you your respectful cup. You pick up the spoon that came with it. “Milena is my mother’s friend. She’s an odd woman but that’s what’s so endearing about her.”

“Y–Yeah. She’s nice.” He mumbled and glanced out the window again. There was still nothing moving.

You opted to talk about something less serious while you ate with him, getting him to hold a conversation with you about a terrible gym teacher, a stupid Spanish project, an upsetting pop quiz in World History, and whatever else you two talked about. You saw a faint twinkle in his eyes and you grinned.

“I have an idea,” you say once you both have finished eating. “I know where to go.”

“What? Where?” Peter looked up at you.

“You’ll see. Can you throw this away for me, please? I need to go pay.” He nearly argued with you but then realized he didn’t bring any money, so he nodded and picked up your empty cups, going to throw them away as you walked over to the counter, pulling out your wallet.

Milena gives you a knowing look and mumbles to you, “She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. With Stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets.”

You frowned at her. “The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.” You set down a twenty dollar bill and shake your head when she reached to give you change.

“And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover,” she says, then waves you off. You sigh and roll your eyes, walking away from Milena and her encouragement. You know that Peter doesn't like you.

“So, where are we going?” Peter asks when you meet him at the door. This time, he opens it for you.

“You’ll see, Pete. It'll be fun.” You walk out and offer your hand, which he takes (you're relieved, if he didn't you would have left him right there out of embarrassment).

“Can you give me a hint?” He presses, walking with you away from the shop and away from the lifeless street. Finally, a car drove by, and Peter smiled a bit.

“Hmm,” you considered saying no, but you decided to humor him. “It's a dark place.”

“D–Dark?” He gives you a look, face a bit pink and you bite back a laugh.

“Yep, dark.” You winked playfully but he didn't pick up on the humor and instead blushed more.

“Oh,” he said simply, and you silently snorted at the possibilities of what he was thinking. The deep red of his cheeks were a good indicator as to what exactly he could be imagining.

It was a good while before you arrived to your destination, but it was worth the long walk. You stopped in front of an arcade, still holding Peter’s hand.

“An arcade?” He mumbled.

“There's something even better inside.” You open the door and walk in with him, leading him around the busy children and teenagers and a few adults and bring him to the back, where there was a line in front of a big door. Above it was the label Lazer Tag.

“And here we are!” You grinned.

“Woah. I haven't played laser tag since last year.” Peter looks up with a childish glint in his eyes, not as bright as usual but it was a good sign.

“I figured. You should come more often.” You pull him over into the line, joining the other waiting teens and children. “Isn't this better than doing whatever you were planning to do today?”

“Do you mean my plans to do nothing?” You both laugh, and Peter dares to believe what Milena told him because you looked far too beautiful when you laughed for him to not want to take a chance. So he started easy. “Hey, Y/N. That Milena lady from the shop likes Virginia Woolf, right?”

You froze. Milena, don't tell me you did it. “Y-Yeah. Why?”

“Um, nothing.” He didn't want to just say that she told him you liked him. She could still be wrong. “She just quoted something to me…”

“What did she say?” You successfully repressed the suspicious tone in your voice, but you still seemed a bit serious.

“Uh…” Peter’s heart raced as he thought of a non-romantic Virginia Woolf quote. “I-I’m sick to death of this particular self. I want another?”

“She hates that one.” You squinted, trying to figure out a reason Milena would say that to Peter. What was she trying to say?

Luckily for you, the line starts moving and you're soon occupied with putting on the heavy lazer tag vests and grabbing your guns. You stand to the side of the dark room with Peter, waiting for the others on your team to finish.

“Y/N?” His heart hasn't stopped racing.

“Yeah?”

“I-I lied. She didn't say that.” He admitted and rubbed his sweating palms together.

“What… What did she say?”

An employee told everyone to enter the lazer tag room and you again ceased the conversation, gathering in your team’s base. The only light came from the glowing decorations of the room and everyone’s vests. You still couldn't see very well, and neither could Peter. As the count down started from ten, you leaned over to Peter and whispered to him, “Peter, what did she say?”

“S-She…” He swallowed hard. “Just in case you ever foolishly forget; she's never not thinking of you.”

The count down ends and everyone files out of the base, but you pull Peter to a hidden corner of the room that you frequently used whenever you played here. Damn it, Milena. You both crouch down, pressing close together to try to hide from the opposing team that was no doubt wandering around close by.

“Look,” you whisper as someone started the music. Your eyes burned but you wouldn’t cry here. Not because of this. “I’m really sorry she said that to you. She- I… I’m sorry. It’s–It’s true, what she said about me, but I know that you don't like that. I’m sorry, Peter. You can forget about this.”

Oh my god, Peter screamed in his head. Oh my god, she likes me. She likes me back. His voice shook terribly as he recited one of the only Virginia Woolf quotes he knew well, “I-I would never re-write you. You are b-by far my most complete and greatest novel.”

You looked up at him in wonder. Did he really just say that? You nearly doubted your own sense of reality, but then you noticed something. Peter’s eyes shone bright, wide and childish and full of dreams. He was back. You slowly placed a hand on his face, still having trouble with the dark, and felt around for his lips with your thumb. His face was warm, he was probably blushing. You were, too.

Slowly, slowly, you leaned in. You leaned your forehead on his until you could feel his breath on your lips. He didn't pull back. So, you leaned forward, just a bit, and let your lips press to his.

“The sky stuck to them, the birds sang through them.” — Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

[deepwithinmybonesfic]

Deep Within My Bones Ch 11- Answer

AU. Viktor wins another gold at the Olympics, and attends the Paralympics as another duty as the King of Ice Skating. Having lost his inspiration and heart, Viktor did not expect to find love in what he sees as the perfect man. Yuuri, after losing his legs, lost his chance to compete on the same ice as his idol. When the world seems to fall into place, what else can be taken away from them? Ch 1-6 is Setup, start at Ch. 6 for the cute romance-y and drama

FYI- Canonically, Yuuri is blood type A. Apparently, Viktor's blood type is a mystery. Any profile has had his blood type as a ? This is interesting because Japan has a sort of astrology based around blood type. It is used for personality types, and compatibility with other people. from issendai.com: People with blood type A have a deep-rooted strength that helps them stay calm in a crisis when everyone else is panicking. However, they tend to avoid confrontation, and feel very uncomfortable around people. A types are shy and sometimes withdrawn. They seek harmony and are very polite, but all the same feel that they never really fit in with others. A types are very responsible. If there is a job to be done, they prefer to take care of it themselves. These people crave success and are perfectionists. They are also very creative, and the most artistic of all the blood types, most likely because of their sensitivity.

Shokupan is the most common type of Japanese bread, next to baguettes and all the buns and pastry kinds. It is a very sweet white bread that comes very square and thick-cut. It kind of sucks for savory sandwiches, but makes amazing breakfast toast http://www.dreamsofdashi.com/shokupan/

Viktor nearly jumped out of his skin the next morning. He had woken up in Yuuri’s bed, the stress and dread settling in as he woke up and remembered what had happened the night before. He went straight downstairs, Makkachin following him, her wet nose bumping the back of his legs as he walked. Yuri was downstairs, in Yuuri’s usual spot. Viktor’s stomach lurched—he had forgotten the surprise guest, and he had refused to stay back at Yuutopia when they had stopped by before the trip to Fukuoka. Any damage from before was probably worse, by now. Thank God for Mariko--- she sat across from Yurio, her place empty but for a cup of coffee. There was a stack of uno cards and the TV remote—they hadn’t been back for dinner at all last night, after all. “Good morning.” Mariko said idly as she flipped through an old looking magazine, before sliding it over to the blonde boy. “Here.” “You speak English?” Viktor sputtered. “A little,” Mari held up her fingers in a small pinch. “No… rosshia.” Yuri snickered. No wonder the magazine looked a little worn for the wear… Viktor was in it, with his long silver locks and a foot less of height. “Did you really bring magazines all this way?” Viktor peered over, before taking his place next to Yuri. “As if. These are your boyfriend’s. He needs a new name. I was here first.” “Technically, he was. He’s six years older than you.” Viktor almost felt like smiling again, even as Yuri rolled his eyes at him. Mari has escaped the conversation, coming back and handing him a mug of coffee. “Yurio ate breakfast. We… go to Fukuoka… ten o clock?” Mariko wiggled her hand side to side, unsure. Viktor grinned. This made things a lot easier—the gift of a nickname, just like he had becoming Vicchan and Makkachin turned into Makka-chan those months before. “Yurio will be easier than Yuratchka for them.” Viktor mused, staring at the old article from his junior years “Don’t worry. I won’t be in your way much longer.” Yuri said with a sour taste in his mouth. He almost took a little pleasure in the smile disappearing from Viktor lips. “You just got here. And I haven’t seen you in months.” “Whose fault is that?” Yuri instantly felt a little twinge of regret at the guilt that clouded over Viktor’s face. “Mine. But sometimes people make hard decisions. And I am happy with my decision.” “Yakov didn’t think you’d be taking this long.” “I honestly didn’t think I would either. My plans changed.” “You had a plan?” Yuri scoffed at him again, “You ran off to Japan to a guy you barely knew and you had a plan?” “I was going to ask him to come back to St. Petersburg” Viktor sighed “And?” “His family. I couldn’t do that. And they became my family too.” Yuri worried his bottom lip, staring down at the table. Silence stretched between them. “And… I’m sorry for leaving my skating family behind.” Viktor breathed out, closing his eyes. “Will you ever come back?” Viktor opened his eyes. “Of course—“ “Don’t lie.” “I…don’t know. I love Yuuri. If he has cancer… I can’t take him away from his family. Or leave him. I’m old enough to retire anyway.” The table shook and rattled with the force of Yuri’s punch. “Don’t you dare! I didn’t work this hard for all these years for you to give up before I get to skate against you!” Viktor couldn’t help but smile. Even with the constant anger and power from the little punk… it was nice to know that he was still considered a rival. Or someone to look up to at least. “I’ve missed you, my little Yuratchka..” -- Viktor knew Yuri had had enough of hospitals in his life already. Which was why, instead of joining them in the van for the drive to Fukuoka, Viktor stayed behind. He knew the way to Ice Castle by heart, and from there he could extrapolate to the main shopping street. He could entertain Yuri with the discount clothing store full of tacky prints, and there was always something new at the 100 yen store. Barring that, he could drag Yuri to the gaming center that had a fairy floss machine next to all the photo booths. Maybe it would keep him distracted too. The two Russians stood on the driveway after seeing the Katsuki’s off, the onsen closed for the day. Which wasn’t reassuring in the slightest. But he knew Yuuri would tell him. And Yuuri was coming home. If there was one good thing Viktor was good at, it was hiding from pain. “So, Yurio—what would you like to do first? We can—“ “I want to skate.” “Seriously? You’re skipping school and coming to Japan to skate?” Viktor laughed, but it died in his throat at the look Yuri gave him. “Okay. That wasn’t fair. We’ll skate, only for a few hours. Tell me before you get tired.” Viktor continued, heading back inside to get his bag. -- Although he was sure there was something in the fridge, it still felt wrong to go through someone else’s fridge while they weren’t home. Which is why Viktor stopped at a 7-11 conbini on the way home from Ice castle. He had forgotten that this was an experience of its own, and let Yuri explore the store on his own while he stared at the dessert case. He picked up the exact kind of pudding Yuuri had barely been able to stomach the night before, turning it over in his hands. He stared at the flower shaped bottom of the container, the caramel syrup settling to the side of the container. He added two more containers, one for each Yuri, before looking for something a little more substantial. “Yuri! Over here!” Viktor called, hoping Yuri would listen before he noticed the magazine corner was mainly meant for adults and definitely not for a pubescent foreigner. Yuri came over with a basket of his own, looking starry-eyed. “Viktor, they have soft serve in a freezer.” He held up a perfectly shaped ice cream cone that looked like it had just been pulled out of a machine. Viktor shuffled through Yuri’s basket, through the Pop Star potato chips, grimacing as he came across the ‘Coque d’Asse’ cookies and Yuri’s wheezy laughter at it. “At least get a sandwich.” Viktor was about to scold himself for sounding too much like a parent, before a rush of déjà vu washed over him. He had done this before, but Yuuri had been there. He had gone through all of the funny snacks, adding a few things with a little more protein and power to get them through training. And of course, Yuuri had been Yuuri. He hadn’t rolled his eyes or scolded Viktor. He brought him over to the cold case, past the packaged salads, to the row of beautifully- cut sandwiches wrapped in plastic wizardry. Each one was cut in a triangle, set side by side, and wrapped in such a way that pulling one tab would divide the package into two neat halves. Yuuri had shared his favorite, the fruit sandwich, layers of seasonal fruit and whipped cream, the soft and slightly sweet shokupan spread with condensed milk. Viktor had grown up never considering sandwich to be a sweet thing, but Yuuri had converted him. Viktor paid for all of it, even though Yuri was a reasonably well-traveler. It felt like passing the favor on, and he had a lot to make up to Yuratchka. Viktor’s stomach sank as the walked up the driveway of Yuutopia only to see the van back. He moved to check his phone, before the passenger door opened, and Hiroko jumped out, opening the back door. Mari slid out, meeting eyes with Viktor, before she took several steps back, her mother moving forward. Viktor first saw his hand, Yuuri letting his mother help him out of the car, although he had been capable of it for months before. He looked unsteady on his feet.. or was Viktor just over analyzing it? “Viktor?” He called out, and Viktor’s stomach plummeted. “Yuuri!” He dropped the bag he had from the konbini, running forward, to Yuuri. He thanked every god and God and goddess in the world, because Yuuri immediately melted into his free arms. “I’m sorry.” Viktor could feel Yuuri’s voice vibrate against his chest, but the words didn’t make any sense. What was there to be sorry for? Yuuri’s shoulders jerked, and Viktor’s shirt tightened as Yuuri’s fingers twisted the fabric and tightened into fist. Viktor’s stomach felt as if it filled with ice water. “What’s wrong, Yuuri?” Viktor breathed, barely able to force his lips into the words. He focused on holding Yuuri up, gently caressing the side of Yuuri’s face that wasn’t buried in his shirt.

“It’s cancer.” Yuuri looked up, his eyes full and spilling over with heavy tears.