#i can watch these lectures later or just pay extra attention in class tomorrow i just. i cant

[jkstompers]

just to study | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: your seat partner asks if you’re free after class, just to study.

genre: fluff, college!au, established friendship, flirtationship, mutual pining, they go to a ‘frat’ party together, also yugyeom! a sweetheart<3 we love him.

warnings: mature!!, mentions of alcohol + alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, strong language, SEXUAL TENSION, mentions of dick sucking??, hints of a wet dream on oc’s end, very strong urges to kiss each other but no kisses today </3, that’s pretty much it!

word count: 7.4k (i...kinda went overboard)

authors’ note: hello!! this is a pt. 2 to sleepyhead! it’s based a few weeks after so yeah <3 also the pacing is kind of weird but… i don’t really know how being drunk is so............(＞人＜) i’m sorry about that! one scene was inspired by this post haha it was just so cute to think about i had to do it. ALSO i literally haven’t taken anatomy since high school so i just used random terms from quizlet T_T pls excuse that as well! but otherwise, enjoy!!!!!!!!! (っ^_^)っ

(if u see any typos...ignore them pls T_T)

side note: imagine jk looking like this when he goes to the party lmao classic fboy look with the camo bomber and his piercings ugh <3

banner pic creds here ! <3

you made it to class on time today, woke to your alarm and even had enough time to eat breakfast before you came. in a particularly good mood, you made your way up the stairs to the row jungkook was sitting in, hoping that the seat next to him was empty (you didn’t have to hope, jungkook always saved the seat next to him for you, no matter what.)

“good morning, ___!” jungkook’s voice greets you the same as always as soon as you appear next to him. he moves his bag out of the way for you to sit down.

he looks especially cute today. his long floppy hair framing his face, his sweet smile beaming up to you. you wonder how dumb you looked drooling over him for a minute before you replied, “hi jungkook, how are you?” with the same smile on your face that you show him every time he sees you. it never changes, but it never fails to make jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“i’m doing okay, you?” he answers while you pull out your laptop.

you didn’t have a chance to reply before your professor starts talking. informing the class about the test that’s planned at the end of the month, finals in two months, and then dropping the bomb that there’s a quiz tomorrow about the things you’ve learned in the past week. a slight panic takes over you, although you didn’t know why, you understood what he was teaching and you were retaining all of the information well. but when the professor pulls up all the information on the screen to review it all, all of the words and pictures overwhelm you.

to make things worse, jungkook is to your left, not paying attention to a word your professor is saying. instead, playing some game where he has to click his touchpad an obnoxious amount of times. your attention is split between jungkook’s erratic tapping and the notes that the professor projects onto the screen, even though his computer barely made any noise, his incessant movement was distracting you.

“jungkook, you’re taking notes and playing a game?” your voice comes out as a rushed whisper. there’s a snort that comes from him before he nods. you couldn’t be mad at him. “there’s a quiz on all of this tomorrow, you know?”

“i know,” he continues to tap and click, the motion growing incredibly annoying. you didn’t know why you couldn’t have just tried to block it out, but he was just so close to you and admittedly, you looked at his hands, a lot. the way that his fingers tapped against his keyboard and his veins that accentuate his already beautiful hands, it was free art you could look at, how could you not? at this point, you’re contemplating holding his hand to make him stop tapping.

you were in the middle of typing when he finally stops, leaning back and stretching his arms up into the air. you let out a sigh of relief, until he starts again. apparently he reached the next level on his game, tapping even faster, if that was even fucking possible.

quietly, you groan. turning your attention solely on him. you place your hand on top of his, the tapping ceasing almost immediately. “please, jungkook, you’re distracting me.”

he looks at your hand before he looks at you, his chocolate doe eyes wide to the action. he gulps, “sorry.”

you remove your hand, focusing back to the presentation. jungkook feels the heat from his cheeks travel to his hand. the feeling of your hand on his wasn’t something he was expecting to experience today, but he wants nothing more than for you to do it again. he exits the game tab and changes his focus to the lecture.

or moreso, you focusing on the lecture.

you look so cute. your cheek pressed up against your fist. he stares at the way that your forehead creases in concentration. he taps on your arm that’s resting on the table, “hey, you look like you’re stressed out.”

you turn your head slightly to look over to him. “that’s because i am,” you send him a quick smile before you go back to looking at the projection.

he furrows his eyebrows, “why? you’re smart, there’s no need to worry about what you get on this.” you were an a+ student, never anything less than that. jungkook knows that you ace every test that you take, so he doesn’t quite understand why you’re so stressed.

“because jungkook,” you groan. you expected a lot from yourself, sure b’s were okay, but a’s and a+’s were what you wanted and what you thought would make you feel satisfied. there was no way you could explain this without sounding like an overachiever. so you just sigh, “i’m just not really prepared.”

jungkook thinks of the perfect way to spend more time with you, snapping his fingers before suggesting, “we should study together after class, studies show that studying with someone else will give you an a+, guaranteed.” the confidence in his voice makes you smile, and helps you ease up a little bit.

you raise an eyebrow, a laugh creeping up from your lungs. “source for that statistic, sir?”

he taps his right temple, the gesture making you snort. “no but seriously, i’ll help you out,” he assures. his laptop turns towards you to show you all the notes he took, different words highlighted and colored differently.

you act like you think about it, staying quiet for a minute or so. but you know the answer was yes no matter what. “just to study?” you tease. jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face, “just kidding, we can go to mine? i owe you for the ride you gave me like two weeks ago.” you tap your fingers against your laptop nervously, your teeth taking in your bottom lip as you ask. you haven’t had a guy over to your apartment, not since you’ve moved in. there’s a certain anxiousness that comes with the suggestion.

jungkook nods, “sounds good.”

“okay, again.” you brush your hair behind your ears, preparing yourself once more for another pass of the flashcards. the two of you have been at it with these cards for the past hour or so, you were determined to get these right no matter how long it took. jungkook knew you were gonna get it down, you only had three more cards, these ones specifically stumping you.

“aponeuroses,” he looks at the card and then to you.

“connective tissue that forms a broad sheet which attach muscle to bone or muscle to other muscles,” you speak confidently. jungkook nods, moving onto the next card of the set of three.

“endomysium,” he reads the card. you hesitate on this one for a second, he plays with the corner of the card until you snap your fingers.

“that’s the connective tissue surrounding the… the— uh, oh! muscle fiber?” your brain works extra hard. jungkook rewards you with another nod, flipping to the last card.

“fascia.”

“dense connective tissue,” you begin, pausing to think of the rest of the answer. you start biting your thumb nail, knowing there’s more to it but it’s not coming to your brain quick enough.

jungkook just stares, watching your facial expressions as you search for the answer in your brain. this could be the worst crush he’s ever had, he thinks you’re cute when you’re just sitting there, thinking. he doesn’t remember ever liking someone this much, most of the time his crushes went away after a few weeks or so. but it’s almost been an entire year since he’s started crushing on you, and it still hasn’t stopped. you still manage to find a way to make his thoughts surround you.

“separates and holds individual tissues? it’s the one that extends into the tendons, right?” you perk up after a minute or so. your brain finally coming up with the answer. you blame jungkook’s presence for slowing you down. maybe you shouldn’t have accepted this offer to study together, because how could you focus when jeon jungkook is sitting right in front of you?

“you’re amazing,” he praises, setting the flashcards down onto the table. you blush at the compliment, jungkook takes notice, but he doesn’t mind, he thinks pink is pretty on you. he’s never wanted to kiss your cheeks as much as he did now, and trust, he’s thought about it many, many times. “all done?” he asks after staring at you for the longest time.

you nod, “just gonna highlight these terms to review them later so i can get it down 100%.”

jungkook watches as you diligently reread your notes and highlight them. an apple on the table taking his attention away for a second when he realizes he hasn’t eaten at all today. he takes a bite, the loud crunch noise seemingly startling the both of you. it makes you turn your head and raise an eyebrow towards him.

“sorry,” he chews, “hungry.”

your stare lingers a little longer than you wanted it to. his cheeks are full of apple, you can’t help but laugh a little. “there’s still the sticker on it,” you point out.

he turns the apple around to see the blue sticker. peeling it off, he holds it on his fingertip, an idea sprouting in his mind to see that sweet smile of yours again. so he places the sticker on your cheek, your gaze moving from your screen to him and then to the fruit sticker now stuck onto your cheek. “get it? ‘cause you’re sweet like this apple is,” he smiles.

oh my god. you blush embarrassingly, your entire face flushed pink as you hide your cheeks behind your hands. he laughs at your reaction. jungkook was feeling bold today, so he moves forward, gently taking your hands away from your face to see the cute pink tint he caused. he sits back, admiring your pretty face.

you feel yourself burning hotter and hotter the longer he stares, looking everywhere but his face, too scared to make eye contact. you look back to your computer screen, “um— there’s pasta in the fridge— if you’re hungry, i made it last night.” you offer, but he declines politely, telling you that he has to leave pretty soon because his friends are expecting him to join them today.

begrudgingly, you watch as jungkook packs his things up. he thinks about how content he felt hanging out with you today, and how he wanted to do it again, as soon as possible. a thought pops into his head before he opens the door to leave. he turns on his heel.

you weren’t expecting the sudden turn, accidentally bumping into his chest. “oof! sorry.”

“it’s alright,” he laughs, helping you steady yourself by holding your shoulders. “i just wanted to ask— uh, my friends are throwing a party tomorrow night, do you— do you wanna come?” his words come out jumbled, jungkook never fails to trip on his words whenever he’s near you.

tomorrow night...it’s a friday tomorrow, the quiz is tomorrow, why the fuck not? a stress reliever from all the studying you’ve done. “sure,” you answer after a minute or so of deliberation. you look up at him with a smile, suddenly realizing how close the two of you are.

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, the close proximity makes you hold your breath. “great! i can pick you up? be your DD?” he quirks his head, a smile that matches yours on his face.

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” with that, jungkook takes a step back, widening the space between you both as his right hand goes to hold the strap of his bag.

“okay, i’ll text you the details.” before he turns around, turning the knob of your front door and letting himself out. before the door closes, he sends you a wave, one which you reflect as he pulls the door closed. you move up and lock the door, your forehead resting against the cold metal slab.

you wonder if this crush will ever advance into something more. neither of you really push the agenda, most of the time just cutely flirting with each other and only talking to each other during class. maybe this party will be a chance to further the bond the two of you have. you could only wish that you could drop this nervous shield that pops up everytime you’re around him, but jungkook is just so cool. the campus heartthrob, everyone wants to be him or be with him.

for the rest of the day, jungkook seems to occupy your mind, as he always does. when you get to sleep, the fantasies of jungkook’s lips on yours drift you into a deep sleep, one that eventually leads to a dream that has you rubbing your thighs together. his hands were all over your body, his cologne that you were so familiar with tormenting your nose, it all felt too real. so when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sweat beaded at your hairline. you took deep breaths, cementing the fact that he isn’t here, and he certainly isn’t doing those things with you right now.

it was not helping that you dreamt of him sexually on the day of your quiz, the one that you were immensely stressing over. now, you’re gonna have to walk into class, act normal around jungkook even though your brain produced pornographic images of him, (it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve had to face him right after it happened) and ace this quiz.

you tried almost everything you could to have cleared your brain of your dream sequence. taking a shower, eating breakfast, studying once more, etc. but when you’re walking into the lecture hall, flashes of the dream and the sound of his imagined moan echo in your mind.

you walk up the stairs with your eyes down, not sure if you could make eye contact with jungkook without turning red. “hey, ___, good morning!” the familiar voice greets you.

“morning,” you reply, dryly. taking the seat next to him and silently taking your laptop out, waiting for the professor to start the quiz. jungkook seemed a bit taken aback by your cold answer, but he took into account that you’re probably just super nervous and stressed out because of the quiz, so he doesn’t take it too personally. instead, just sitting back in his chair and waiting patiently to take the quiz as well.

at this point, you were psyching yourself out, swearing that you already forgot all of the terms. if you were quizzed on the parts of male anatomy, specifically jungkook’s, then maybe you could ace it, but the terms that you were working oh so hard to memorize yesterday slip from your mind. when the professor tells you to separate and start the quiz, you start to bite your thumb nail again.

jungkook takes a look over at you, noticing the bad habit of yours. he gently takes a hold of your arm, pulling your thumb away from your teeth. the action causing you to make eye contact with him and his big doe eyes that hold so much love and light. you find yourself a bit speechless then, too many thoughts running around in your mind.

he whispers, “you’ll do great, okay?” the statement soothing your nerves. his voice somehow makes your body relax, even though you thought you would freak out if you made any sort of contact with him.

“you— you too, good luck,” you mutter. a half smile on your face. you were grateful that jungkook broke you out of your trance, his words of encouragement suddenly placing you in the testing state of mind. the images from last night's dream seem to put themselves away for now.

the next twenty minutes are complete silence. everyone focused on the questions before them. of course, you zoomed through the quiz, prepared for the trick questions and the harder ones that come up. jungkook finishes after you. it wasn’t a surprise, jungkook didn’t even have to try, you swear you’ve never seen him stress out before. nobody was perfect, you believed that, but jeon jungkook was the closest to it.

“okay, class! the quiz will be graded by tonight hopefully, you’re free to leave,” your professor alerts the class. jungkook waits patiently until you’re standing, following you down the stairs and out the door.

you decide to speak first, since you greeted him with such a dry response this morning. it wasn’t his fault that you dreamed of him on top of you, so why were you punishing him for it? “how’d you think you did?” you asked, turning to look at him.

he shrugs, “good i guess, i think i fucked up on one or two questions.”

“was it the striation part? i think i messed up on that one too.”

he shakes his head, “you know you aced that, don’t lie.”

you stay silent, the two of you walking to the campus parking lot. neither of you engage in conversation as you usually do. the images of last night’s dream slipping into your consciousness once again. you try to shake your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts. nothing else to distract you from them because jungkook was oddly silent the entire walk. you fear that he can actually read your mind and see all of your thoughts. if he could, he doesn’t mention it. not saying one word to you until he walks you to your car, greeting you with a ‘see you next class!’ before leaving to go to his car. not even mentioning the party to you, you start to wonder if he regrets inviting you. up until you heard your phone ring when you parked in the lot of your apartment complex.

[10:24 am] jungkook: hey! forgot to remind u about the party 😫

[10:24 am] jungkook: ur still down to come, right?

[10:28 am] you: hi! yeah :)

[10:28 am] you: is there a dress code or smth? haha

[10:29 am] jungkook: not that i know of 😂

[10:30 am] jungkook: u can wear anything u want

[10:30 am] jungkook: ur cute whatever u wear

[10:31 am] you: oh stop it jeon ur making me blush

[10:32 am] you: but tell me :( should i wear something casual? pants? a dress?

[10:34 am] jungkook: 😂

[10:34 am] jungkook: it’s kind of like a frat party…

[10:35 am] jungkook: so anything is okay

[10:37 am] you: ah okay

[10:37 am] you: i’ll surprise u then ;)

[10:40 am] jungkook: alright :)

[10:41 am] jungkook: i’ll come by around 9 to pick u up? sound good?

[10:42 am] you: yeah! gives me enough time to nap and get ready lol

[10:44 am] jungkook: great :) see u then cutie

you wake up from your nap around one, you had more than enough time for you to get ready for a party. so you decide to clean your apartment first, little chores to waste time before you get yourself dolled up. when you finished, it was around seven thirty. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, all that good stuff before sliding on a simple black bodycon that you got last summer. styling your hair and spraying on your favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror. this wasn’t too much, right? lots of people wear stuff like this to frat parties, so you didn’t find it too fancy. the notification sound from your phone goes off, you move to check and see if it was who you were expecting.

[8:54 pm] jungkook: i’m here :)

[8:54 pm] you: ahh gimme a sec i need to pee haha

[8:55 pm] jungkook: take ur time cutie

[8:56 pm] jungkook: i’m right in front

jungkook only really had to wait about five minutes. the visual of you walking out of your apartment doors, looking the way you did, was breathtaking. his jaw drops, mouth slightly agape as he watches you walk up to his car through the passenger window. you are so gorgeous. it’s probably the first time jungkook’s seen you in clothes that really compliment your figure, most of the time you show up to class in hoodies and sweaters. so greedily, he takes in the way the dress hugs your curves deliciously. he shakes the thoughts from his head to get out of the car and open the door for you.

“what a gentleman,” you tease, getting into the car.

he joins you soon after, “you look...gorgeous.” jungkook doesn’t seem so shy now, his eyes taking in your beautiful self.

“thank you,” you blush under his stare. “is it too much?”

“no! no— not at all, all eyes will be on you tonight.” he smiles, turning the car on. now you were able to gawk over him. a simple outfit, all black with a black and white camo bomber. his side profile is perfect, his long hair draping over his face so gracefully and his piercings somehow sparkling in the dark of the car.

he doesn’t drive too far, somewhere in the suburbs where the big houses are. a huge iron gate in the front, seemingly too fancy for a frat party setting. jungkook rolls his window down to greet someone waiting in front of the gate with a couple of other guys.

“jeon! you’re late dude,” one of the guys gives him a handshake through the window.

“sorry man, i’m here now though,” jungkook laughs. the guy giving him the greenlight and opening the gate for him, jungkook parks inside on their stone driveway, decorated with a fountain and a beautiful garden.

“your friend lives here?” you inquire, impressed by the look of the place.

he nods, “fancy right? his parents are ceo’s.” makes sense, and it would also make sense as to why they were throwing a frat party here, rich sons always seem to stir up trouble whenever they’re bored.

he steps out of the car to open the door for you, always a gentleman. he takes your hand and helps you out, the two of you walking to the huge open double doors. as soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits your nose, you try your best not to cringe. the blare of the speakers is the second thing you notice, along with the shouting of jungkook’s friends greeting him. “who’s this?” one of them asks, referring to you.

jungkook seems to hesitate at first, not really knowing how to introduce you. he settles by saying, “this is ___!” not attaching any ‘friend’, ‘classmate’, or anything to the introduction. his friend holds his hand out to shake yours.

you take it with a smile on your face, “i’m yugyeom, it’s nice to meet you!” a smile that reflects yours is on his face, it made you feel welcome. you were never really the type to go to parties, your time is spent working and/or going to school, but this interaction helps you ease up a little more.

“hello, yugyeom!” you reply, shouting over the music.

“do you wanna take a shot?” he asks. pointing to the enormous kitchen where they’re housing all the alcohol, you look to jungkook first who’s paying more attention to his phone rather than the conversation you were just having.

you shrug, “why not?”

yugyeom leads the two of you to the kitchen, jungkook following behind you blindly. he looks up from his phone, done with whatever business he was dealing with to ask, “where are we going?”

“taking a shot,” you answer, pointing to yugyeom who’s already pouring three shots.

“dude, i’m not drinking, don’t pour three.” jungkook tries to stop him before he fills up the third shot glass but his arm knocks yugyeom’s in the process, the bottle spilling the clear liquid into the third shot glass.

“i’ll take two,” you suggest, feeling a bit wild and down to venture out of your comfort zone.

yugyeom smiles at this, “i like her, jeon.” he hands you the two shot glasses full of vodka, jungkook stands next to you and watches as you down the first shot. your face cringing as soon as the alcohol touches your tongue.

“you didn’t even give her a chaser,” jungkook notices, scolding yugyeom who's already downed his shot and is sucking on a lime. “here, suck,” holding a slice of lime up to your lips. his choice of words disorienting you, especially since he was holding the lime up to your mouth instead of just handing it to you. your eyes flicker between the lime and his face, but nevertheless, you suck. sinking your teeth into the sour fruit. jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on how your lips wrap around the slice, slightly grazing his fingers. it’s not long before you’re making a cute scrunched up face from the sourness. “good,” he praises. you don’t deny the slight burn your lower belly felt when he said that to you. you swear he was making sex eyes to you, but you couldn’t tell. he broke eye contact with you soon after, throwing the fruit into the trash below the table that the alcohol was perched on.

yugyeom hands you another lime for your second shot, this time no jungkook to hold the fruit for you. the second shot burning down your throat with the lime chasing after, both yugyeom and jungkook cheer, congratulating you for being a trooper (even though two shots were their warmups).

the next hour or so, jungkook brings you around. he introduces you to his friends and making conversation with them. one certain group, you didn’t really enjoy. a group of five girls, clearly swarming jungkook as soon as he turned around from talking to another one of his friends. the girls ask how he’s been doing, all of the basic conversation starters. when jungkook tries to introduce you, they all turn to you and give you a little head nod before turning their attention back to jungkook. he stands there, conversing with them longer than he had with any of his other friends, and you found yourself getting, hm, jealous.

so you search around the room crowded room, looking for some way out. your eyes spot yugyeom in the backyard through the huge sliding doors, sitting on one of those lawn chairs with the one next to him empty. you decide to leave the group you were currently getting pushed out of and join yugyeom. he notices you when you step onto the grass, trying your best not to sink into the dirt with your heels. “you doing alright? where’s jungkookie?” he asks, sitting up.

you plop down onto the lawn chair next to him. “he’s in there,” you point to the house, “with five girls.”

the last bit of the sentence makes him laugh, a cackle where he holds his stomach because he was laughing so hard. “do you want a shot?” he offers after he recovers from his fit, pulling a tequila bottle out from nowhere.

but you agree, “two, please.” he fills the two shot glasses, but not completely like he did with the vodka earlier. there were no limes, or any type of chaser for you to take around, so you take the two shots like ripping off a band-aid, quick.

“you’re a funny girl,” yugyeom compliments when you’ve downed the shots.

“thanks?” you cough, the feeling of the alcohol still burning your nose and throat, “what did i say that was funny?”

“i think it’s because i’m tipsy, but that joke you made about jungkook being with five girls was hilarious.” he slaps his knee, almost making himself laugh up a storm again, but you weren’t laughing.

you raised an eyebrow, speaking with a serious tone. “it wasn’t a joke, he’s in there with five girls.”

yugyeom tries to collect himself, sitting properly on the lawn chair when he asks you to clarify, “you mean he’s fucking them? or he’s talking to them?”

you’re silent for a second before replying, why did you say it like he was in there fucking them? maybe it’s because he might as well be, so engrossed in whatever the hell they were saying to even notice that you were gone. “just talking to them,” you reply.

“that’s what i thought, jungkook isn’t like that anymore,” yugyeom nods his head, pouring another shot out for you.

“anymore?” you ask. he hands you the shot, you hesitate this time, starting to feel the effects of the first four shots you took. he doesn’t push you to take it. he just leans back onto the lawn chair as he sighs.

“you could say he’s retired,” he shrugs.

the term makes you laugh, “...a retired fuckboy?” you sit back into the lawn chair as well, looking up to the night sky. the shot glass forgotten on the table next to you. your body feels like it’s floating.

“yeah, he hasn’t really been doing stuff like that recently,” yugyeom spills. you stay quiet after he feeds you this information. yugyeom offhandedly telling you that you shouldn’t be jealous makes you feel guilty. why were you even jealous? jungkook was technically still just a friend to you. just because the two of you flirt every now and then doesn’t mean you’re together. of course he would be surrounded by girls, just look at him!

“there you are! i was looking all over for you,” jungkook interrupts your inner monologue. his voice comes from across the lawn, you look up to see him walking over to you and yugyeom.

“hi, jungkookie,” you smile up at him. the alcohol having more of an effect on you the longer you let it sit in your stomach.

he almost freezes up at the nickname, looking over to yugyeom and asking, “did you tell her to call me that?”

yugyeom holds his hands up in innocence, “i didn’t tell her to do anything, she’s like five or six shots deep though.”

you take the shot that was forgotten on the table and down it. “six,” you clarify.

“alright, slow down, iron liver,” jungkook jokes. yugyeom stands from the lawn chair, receiving jungkook’s telepathic signals to get the fuck up to he could talk and hang out with you.

“play beer pong with me later, ___! i’m gonna go look for eunwoo,” yugyeom points to you, giving you a thumbs up before leaving the backyard and moving into the house.

“feeling okay? think you might throw up soon?” jungkook asks, replacing yugyeom in the chair next to you.

“feel like i’m surfing, you know? like wavy,” you answer. the feeling was hard to explain, you weren’t dizzy but at the same time your brain was telling you to stop moving, even though you were completely still.

“ah, you’re getting there,” jungkook snorts. you didn’t have much willpower to answer, so the two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a group of people coming towards, all greeting jungkook and you. they offer you a red cup, despite your current predicament. leaning against the chair and your droopy eyes, telling them that you’ve taken too many shots. a lightweight at her peak.

jungkook tries to deny it for you, but with a smile, you accept the cup. it was filled with the fancy mixed alcohol juice they had. “thank you,” you place the cup onto the table, “i’ll drink it.... later..” your words begin to draw themselves out. jungkook somehow finding a way to make the entire group leave, making it just the two of you again.

“give it to me, you’re starting to slur your words.” his hand is open, laying on the table and waiting for you to surrender the cup.

your eyes flicker from the red cup, to his face, then to his hand. a smirk on your face when you hold the cup up to your lips, tilting it back and drinking the cursed juice. you weren’t able to down it all, it was too much, you drank maybe ⅔ of it. you cough, taking in a deep breath as you try to steady yourself.

you weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but the way that his face looks in the moonlight was so pretty. so you just had to tell him. leaning forward, you speak, almost a whisper, “you’re so handsome.” you drag your finger across the expanse of jungkook’s hand. “did you know i have no gag reflex?” you smile, not your typical sweet smile that he’s used to, but a devilish grin.

jungkook’s eyes widen, his cheeks flushing immediately at your remark. “alright, you drank way too much.” he takes the red cup from your hands, dumping it out onto the grass in front of you both.

“hey, i wasn’t done,” you pout, but jungkook didn’t give you much time to mourn your spilled drink before he was holding your arm, lifting you from the lawn chair you were sitting on. “where are we going?” you ask, trailing behind him with your hand in his.

“gonna get you some water and something to eat,” he answers. the two of you move through the house, jungkook pushes through groups of people and makes sure you’re safe behind him.

“i have to pee.” you tip toe to tell him your emergency in his ear. he stops at the stairs, knowing a bathroom where no one else goes. his friend specifically telling him to use that bathroom when they have parties because the other ones get way too gross.

he brings you up the stairs to the guest bedroom, opening the door to reveal one of the biggest rooms you’ve seen. “the bathroom is there,” jungkook points to the door on the left. you nod, your wobbly legs making their way to the toilet.

jungkook sits on the bed patiently, waiting for you to finish. he hears the flush and the sound of the sink running, the door opens and you’re coming out of the bathroom, pulling your dress down. “are we gonna have sex?” you utter, slurring the end of your sentence. your alcohol poisoned mind taking over your ability to speak.

his eyes widen at the question. “no! no— oh my god, this is just the room with the cleanest bathroom, we’re not—“

you’re next to him now, “you don’t want to?” you pout. glassy eyes looking into his.

“no! i mean, yes, i want to but— fuck, just— just not now, yeah?” jungkook stumbles over his words, his face blushing a blood red. your pretty face peering up at him makes him even more flustered, his hands start to sweat.

“okay,” you nodded. your drunken brain deciding to stop the interrogation of jungkook’s desire for you. to which jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, taking your hand and bringing you out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the driveway. he brings you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “wait, are we leaving already? yugyeomie wants me to play beer pong with him,” you complain, wiggling your hand from his grasp.

goosebumps appear on your arm when you make it outside of the house. jungkook notices when he turns around to look at you. without a second thought, he takes his jacket off and places it over your shoulders. the newfound warmth shielding you from the cold night. he didn’t mind the breeze, especially since he was still recovering from the stunt you pulled in the guest room.

“we can come back later if you want, let’s just go grab something to eat first so you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.” his explanation is pretty solid according to your drunken brain, so you oblige, moving to sit in his passenger seat.

he joins you in the driver’s seat not long after. “can we get mcdonald’s?” you ask as soon as he sits down.

a smile appears on his face as he starts the car, “sure.”

the drive made you feel a little dizzy, it makes you laugh. “you okay?” jungkook asks, but you nod your head. he’s so sweet, always asking if you’re okay, making sure you weren’t feeling too awful, etc. it only makes sense that you were falling head over heels for him.

“totally fine,” you look over to him with a smile on your face. he’s so fucking pretty, his side profile is something you could rave about for days. as he’s pulling into the mcdonald’s drive through, he’s talking into the intercom, ordering the two of you something to eat when you’re suddenly mumbling, “mcflurry, kookie, oreo mcflurry.”

he looks back to you, an amused smile on his face, “oreo mcflurry?” he repeats. you nod, “okay, anything for you.”

he reiterates the request into the intercom and the server gives him the greenlight. he drives forward and waits until the next car moves up, in the time being, he looks to you. your head laying up against the door and your eyes slowly blinking, warning him that you might fall asleep. so he reaches into his backseat, his arm looking for the water bottles that he usually keeps in his car.

“hey,” he taps your arm gently, “drink some of this first.” he hands you the water bottle, you blink slowly, trying to figure out what he was handing you. once you realize it was a water bottle, you take it, opening it and gulping some of the water down. jungkook is grabbing the food when you’re screwing the cap back on. he parks somewhere in the parking lot and tells you to start eating.

you grab your mcflurry first, the feeling of the cold ice cream on your tongue soothing your dizzy brain. “yum,” you think out loud.

jungkook laughs, taking out his hamburger while he takes out your chicken nuggets. “make sure to eat some of this, yeah? don’t want you throwing up and hating me.”

the thought makes you smile. jungkook was taking such great care of you. sure, he let you down the alcohol like it was nothing, but you never opposed to it, always taking the shot because you wanted to. now jungkook is here, taking care of you, because he wanted to. you knew that if it were anybody else, they probably would have left you at the party, letting you fend for yourself. the sudden warmth in your chest makes you want to tell jungkook everything.

with his jacket wrapped around you instead of him, you can see the bulge of his arm muscles peek out from the short sleeved shirt he was wearing. even drunk, your brain seems to travel back to the images from your dream. “you know, i had a dream about you, a reeaaaallllllyyyyy dirty dream, jeon jungkook.” you blurt out the confession before your thoughts catch up with you, the alcohol still very much blocking off the common sense part of your brain.

he tries his best not to overreact, but you had a dream about him? a dirty dream at that? it awakens something in jungkook, but he pushes it down, ignoring the feeling as he asks, “you did? what was it about?” he curious as to what you meant and what your dream entailed, but he didn’t want to push too far. especially since you were drunk and most likely just spilling everything because your brain doesn’t have the willpower to hold it back.

you stick your hand into the bag to steal some fries, stuffing them in your mouth. “oh, you don’t wanna know,” you chew.

jungkook quirks a brow, “well, was i good at least?” he jokes.

you scrunch your nose, nodding nevertheless. “too good, couldn’t even focus during the quiz because of it.”

jungkook is silent for a second. the conversation making him hot even though he wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. so he clears his throat, trying to change the subject in a subtle manner. “is that why you were so mean to me this morning?” he pouts, connecting the dots.

you laugh at the question, “sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear.”

with that, the rest of the time is spent eating. jungkook makes sure that you ate enough and drank enough water, the empty water bottle in his cupholder as proof. “do you want me to take you home now?” he asks, the two of you finished eating and now a silence takes over the car.

“are you going back?” you ask, fiddling with your fingers. he thinks you’ve started to sober up, or maybe have gotten to the point where you just want to sleep.

he shakes his head to your question, “honestly, i’m kind of tired, but if you want to go back, we can go.”

“no, i’m okay,” you decline the offer. jungkook laughs, starting the car again and driving back to your apartment complex.

you take this time to try to get yourself together. you know you’ll regret confessing to jungkook that you had a wet dream about him in the morning. but in the moment, it felt right to confess, (to your drunken brain of course). you tilt your head back, pushing your head against the headrest, and suddenly, you’re reminded of the stars jungkook has on his ceiling. you were silent as you admired the lights, jungkook takes a look at you when he’s stopped at a red light.

so cute, he thinks, staring up at his ceiling like it’s the real night sky. when he pulls up to your apartment complex, he wishes the night could be longer, that he could spend more time with you. he parks the car in the front, exactly where he picked you up. you’re looking to him now, your hands in your lap and your heart seemingly beating three times as fast as it usually does. it wasn’t the alcohol.

“did you have fun tonight?” he asks. his voice never fails to make you melt.

you nod, “i did.”

“i’m glad,” he smiles. there’s a small silence before he speaks once more, “also, y’know, you don’t have to stress yourself out so much, i know you might have expectations for yourself and stuff, but you should give yourself a break from time to time.”

the alcohol’s effects fading slowly from your brain when you start to realize that the entire reason jungkook invited you out was to help you destress. it makes you fall even harder, he was so thoughtful. even though a party wasn’t your scene, he invited you to give you a glimpse into how he has fun and hoped that it would help you loosen up a bit. you were grateful for the mental break he provided you.

you didn’t reply, purely because you were thinking about how much you want to kiss him right now, but it wouldn’t be right. when he speaks up again, there’s a nervous lilt in his voice, scared that he’s overstepped. “if you need anyone to help you— i don’t know, let loose? you can— you can always call me.” he scratches the back of his neck.

but you try your best to reassure him, smiling at the offer. “i will, thank you for tonight, jungkook, i really enjoyed it, despite being a lightweight.”

he laughs, staring at the way your face cutely scrunches when you giggle. he too, is fighting the urge to kiss you, because right now isn’t a good time. he wants to do it right. he doesn’t want to fuck it up with you. so instead, he hops out of the car and moves to open the door for you. helping you out of the car and walking you to your door, your hand in his.

“i’ll see you in class?” you turn to face him, squeezing his hand.

he nods, “yeah.” his signature bunny smile coming out to greet you a goodnight. “text me before you sleep?” he requests. you give him a thumbs up before he’s letting go of your hand and you’re sticking the key into your door, it’s then that you realize that you’re still wearing his jacket.

“oh!” you exclaim, taking the jacket off and handing it to him. but he holds his hand out to stop you.

“keep it, you can give it to me the next time we hang out, or something,” he suggests. you try to hide the growing smile behind a nod.

you hold onto his jacket, “goodnight, jungkook.”

he sticks his hands in his pockets, sending you another grin, “goodnight, ___.”

jungkook drives home, his empty apartment welcoming him. he plops down onto his bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes he was in because he was that tired. the events of today running through his mind.

he hopes you don’t think he was doing anything with those five girls. he saw you walk away when you did, he tried his best to escape the conversation, but they kept pulling him back. he gave up after ten tries of trying to get away, standing there for a good fifteen minutes listening to them babble about how much they missed him. jungkook had never rolled his eyes so many times in a conversation.

the talk the two of you had after was another thing taking over his mind. your dirty flirting and your dream you mentioned in the car had his imagination running all over the place. he didn’t want to push you when you explained, but he was very curious as to what he did in your dream, and how good it was for you to have it run through your mind all day.

his phone rings next to him. he turns and opens it, a smile on his face when he reads your message.

[12:32 am] you: hi jungkookieeeeeeeee

[12:33 am] you: im sleeping noww

[12:33 am] jungkook: alright cutie

[12:33 am] jungkook: goodnight! again 😂

[12:34 am] you: goodnight <3

he turns his phone off after that. looking up to his ceiling with a dumb smile on his face. his mind thinking of you and only you.

[ssa-babygirl]

Out of My League [Part 1]

Pairing: High school!Spencer Reid x Popular!Reader

Word count: 3.7k (god i don’t shut up do i)

Summary: Spencer begins tutoring you in chemistry, and the two of you bond (I would say no pun intended but fuck it that was GOOD so I’ll say pun intended)

Warning(s): Mentions of bullying, mental illness, some swearing, I made one joke about herpes??? sorry if thats a sore spot with anyone, light angst and pining, Reader POV

Author’s Note: Here it is, folks!! The first official part! I’ so grateful for all the feedback I got on the prologue, I’m glad y’all are liking it, I hope you like this part just as much!! Next part I’m gonna have some baby spencer, and by that I mean whole ass adult spencer that just looks baby

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

You absolutely despised chemistry. It’s boring. It’s simultaneously stupid and ridiculously complicated. You weren’t dumb, you were a decent student in all your other classes, but science was never your strong suit. You preferred literature over litmus paper any day. Unfortunately, your failing grade was bringing down your entire GPA, just below the requirement for you to stay on the cheerleading squad. Your coach recommended you get a tutor, or else you were off the team. So you went to the library to see the peer tutoring program, and all of them were booked. The next best thing would be the kid genius in your class. He was probably a better first choice, honestly, but you figured he’d be booked with other students too.

He wasn’t like other kids in your class, not just because he actually cared and was a good student, he was also twelve years old. The kid was a prodigy. He was bullied a lot because of this because no one really understood him. That’s probably why he looked so terrified when you approached him after class one day.

“Hey, Spencer!”

His eyes grew wide as he stared back at you, saying nothing.

“I was just wondering if you were available for tutoring?”

“Oh, uh, um, y-yeah, in chemistry?”

“Yeah, what are your rates like? Like say we do an hour every other day, how much would that be?”

“Oh! N-no charge.”

“Really?”

“The first couple of sessions can be a trial run, I don’t want your money if you’re not benefiting from it.”

That made you smile, this kid was so nice and you just wished that people actually cared about that instead of the dumb shit they bullied him for. Sure, he was skinny and short and dorky and you know, a literal twelve-year-old boy, but if someone would take time to know him, they’d see he’s a good kid.

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t wanna waste your time if you have other students.”

“I don’t, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great! Are you free after school today?”

He nodded and avoided all eye contact before scurrying out of the room to his next class.

~~~

You met up later in the library. You greeted each other politely with simple hi’s and hey’s and nothing more. Then it was time to pour over your books for an hour and try to force the puzzle pieces into place and hope something finally clicked. Balancing molecular equations physically hurt. Just when you thought you got it all right, Spencer reminded you that you still had to balance the oxygen, which was always bonded with something else, which threw off the whole equation. Every time you made a mistake you just let out a groan and set your head on the table.

“It’s a lot of math, a lot of people have a hard time with it, don’t feel bad.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

“You’re not! It’s an easy mistake.”

“You don’t make mistakes like that.”

“That’s because I’ve been taking advanced math classes for the past two years, I’m good at this stuff.”

“You’re good at everything, you're a literal genius.”

“There are people who aren’t geniuses who are good at this sort of thing, just look at Johnny Abrams in our class. He answers every question Mrs. Gustin asks and I once saw him put his backpack on his car’s roof and start driving ‘cuz he forgot it was there. He’s just been practicing. That’s why we’re here, right?”

He always reassured you. Always told you that you weren’t stupid. You weren’t dumb. He always smiled when you got questions right and told you you were doing a good job. When your hour was up, you said goodbye and went home. 

Spencer’s mini lectures aside, most of your sessions were sparse in the conversation department. The first time he went off on a side about some chemistry facts, you couldn’t keep up. You just sat there, jaw hanging while he went into detail about saponification, which wasn’t even in this lesson.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Did we learn that in class? Cuz if we did, I’m screwed.”

“No, not yet at least.”

“How do you just… know that?”

Spencer avoided your eyes once again, something he did more than spouting random facts, “I read a lot.”

That’s how it happened the first time. All it took was you asking one question about different types of reactions for him to launch into another spiel. You figured you’d have to know it at some point, so you started writing down whatever you could catch from his fast-paced speech, taking notes in bullet points.

“And that-- Oh. Y-You don’t need to do that, that’s not even on the curriculum.”

“Well, I gotta keep up with you somehow, right?” You glanced up from your page and flashed an almost challenging smirk as you saw him stifle a smile as he avoided all eye contact with you, as per usual. He then cleared his throat and got back to the actually assigned chapter.

The more he went off on tangents, the more he realized you weren’t stopping him. He was actually able to make chemistry sound interesting to you, which is strange, but it was easier to understand through how he explained it all. Something told you that he wasn’t used to having someone listen to what he said, because he just lit up when he talked about this stuff. He was clearly passionate about it, so why would you make him feel bad about it? He always apologized, but you always reassured him it was no big deal. 

You didn’t know it at the time, but the kid was falling hard. This pretty, older girl was paying attention to him and didn’t think he was annoying? The bar may have been on the floor for young Spencer, but you were perfect to him. Eventually, he was able to look you in the eyes when you spoke to one another, he even smiled at you when you joked with him. That was another thing: you joked with one another now. You both warmed up to one another as your sessions continued. You said hi to each other in the hallways, you ruffled his hair as a greeting, he accepted your high-five requests every time you got something right.

You still didn’t talk outside of class much, which is why he was caught so far off guard by you calling his name from across the cafeteria as you approached his table.

“Hey, dude! Is it cool if we squeeze in an extra session today? I got a test tomorrow.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem, but, uh, it’s Thursday. Don’t you have practice after school?”

You did. And you had to be there because you had a competition this weekend.

“Yeah, I was wondering if we could meet after?”

“When does it end?”

“Five.”

“Library closes at four.”

“I know, but would it be too much of a hassle if I just… Pick you up tonight and we head back to my house to study?”

You could physically see his brain shut down in his eyes. After he realized he needed to respond, he picked his jaw up off the floor and gulped hard.

“Or you can stay after and hang out at practice and I can just drive you home?”

“Y-Yeah, um, yeah, tha-that works, I can, uh, yeah, we can do that.”

Spencer brought his books and homework and tried his hardest to not make it obvious he was staring at you while you danced. You looked like you were having so much fun and he loved seeing you happy and smiling with your friends like that, it was hard for him to look away and focus long enough to read a sentence, which is saying something, considering it does not take him long to read a sentence. 

After practice wrapped up, you told him to go wait by your car while you changed out of your uniform. The girls in the locker room were talking just as loudly as always, only this time, it was about something you actually cared about hearing.

“I mean, really, what was that little creep doing watching us today?” You heard one girl sneer.

“So fucking gross, I don’t wanna know where his prepubescent head was.” Another girl laughed.

You had to step in. You had to say something.

“I’m his ride home. He’s my chemistry tutor and I have a test tomorrow, so back off the kid, he didn’t do shit to you anyway.”

The squad learned to watch their mouths around you after that.

~~~

The neon glow of the golden arches shone through your car’s windows as you pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru line.

“This isn’t your house,” noted Spencer, sounding confused.

You grinned, “Oh, shit… no way! Wow! I’m so glad my tutor is a genius! I would have never guessed this was not my family home!”

He let himself laugh for a moment, “Okay, okay, fine. Why are we here?”

“Uh… to get food? Duh.”

“But what about your food at home?”

“My mom’s visiting my dad, he works in D.C., and I haven’t gotten a chance to go grocery shopping this week, so I can’t cook for you. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

“No, I insist, it’s almost dinner time. Lemme get you something. As a thank you for squeezing in an extra cramming sesh?”

“It’s fine! Really.”

“Hey, Reid, come on,” you attempt to stifle a stupid giggle as you gesture to the rather large window displaying the playroom inside, “you are a guest in my home!”

Spencer shakes his head and chuckles, but doesn’t dare let you think he found you funny, “I’ll have chicken nuggets.”

“Happy meal?”

He tried to look offended at your clarification, but he quickly dropped the facade, “Yes. Extra fries, please.”

“Of course, buddy.” You pulled up further to the ordering station, catching a glimpse at the menu and the ads they had displayed on it, “Oh no way! They have Strawberry Shortcake toys! I used to collect those when I was a kid!”

Spencer saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but smile at your childlike excitement, “Do you want my happy meal toy?”

You bit your lip and hesitated before throwing all shame to the wind and saying yes. Because it was Spencer. He got excited over chemistry, he had no right to judge you on your old Strawberry Shortcake doll collection.

After you got your food, you drove back to your house, and you ate together at your kitchen island while Spencer quizzed you on the last chapter. He had asked you eighteen questions so far, and you had answered all of them correctly. 

“Okay, this last one is for the Strawberry Shortcake--”

“Her name is Orange Blossom.”

“Whatever, this last one is for the Orange Blossom toy: Which type of reaction is represented by this equation?” He showed you his notebook where he had written a molecular equation.

“Substitution.”

“Correct! Now balance it.”

Your shoulders slouched as the pride drained from your body.

“Please don’t make me.”

“This is going to be on the test, Y/N, you have to know it.”

“What’s one wrong question, really?”

“You and I both know she’s not going to put just one balancing question on the test.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, grabbing a pencil and sliding his notebook closer to you. You worked it out after a few minutes, but everything looked right, and judging by Spencer’s proud grin, everything was.

He reached for the figurine, still in the plastic bag, and handed it to you, “You’re gonna do great tomorrow, Y/N.”

You took Orange Blossom from his hands and danced around the kitchen with it, overwhelmed with the sudden feeling of confidence you gained from nailing this practice session. You heard Spencer’s small laugh from behind you, causing you to turn around and face the boy as he lovingly mocked you.

Studying at your place became a regular thing after that, even when your mom was home. She loved him. She always invited him for dinner if she was home. He rarely took her up on the offer, but it was nice having him around the house with you. Study sessions turned into just plain hanging out. You spent more time bonding over Doctor Who than chemistry some nights, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~

When Alexa Lisben invited him to meet her at the football field you were skeptical. You had good reason to be. She was never very nice to you or Spencer. You were able to be civil with her for the sake of the cheerleading squad, but something about her just didn’t sit right with you. You tried to warn him, but he wouldn’t listen. He seemed offended at the notion that Alexa would do something horrible to him. How dare you imply that the only reason someone would be interested in him would be to pull a fucked up prank?

“I’m not like you, Y/N, I don’t have a line of people waiting around for a date, no one’s ever had a crush on me before, and-and now that someone other than you is being nice to me, you’re telling me that they have some sort of ulterior motive?”

“Spencer. I know these girls, I’ve seen the guys they go for--”

“And I’m not like them?”

“No! You’re a sweet kid, you’re nothing like those guys and they’re gonna take advantage of that.”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying I’m just a kid!”

“You’re not! That came out wrong--”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m going whether you want me to or not, so if you really want to keep babying me, by all means, stay after and wait with me.”

“I don’t wanna baby you!”

“So stop it!”

You didn’t want to fight with him anymore, you weren’t his mother. “Ok, Spencer, fine. I’m sorry. You should go. How about you meet me in the library after and you can tell me all about it over McDonald’s? My treat.”

He warmed up and agreed.

So you waited in the library until four, and then you started to get worried. You went to grab something from your gym locker before you left to look for him and heard some girls from the squad gossiping about “the little dork.” Your blood started to boil as you heard the way they talked about Spencer. Your jaw only clenched harder as you recognized one of the girls’ voices as Alexa Lisben’s.

You poked your head around the lockers that divided the aisles and tried to manage a calm voice, “Hey Alexa? Spencer actually said he was meeting up with you today, do you know where he is?”

She just laughed and said, “I can’t believe you actually care about that loser.”

“He’s my friend.” All attempts to remain level-headed were tossed aside, “Where the fuck is he, what did you do to him?”

You could feel yourself starting to cry. It’s your fault, you weren’t there, you tried to warn him, but now you don’t know where he is or what he’s thinking or--

“Check the field.”

You sprinted out to the football field and saw him stripped down to his briefs, blindfolded, and tied to a goal post. You could kill Alexa. You actually considered turning right around and unleashing hell on that locker room, but your friend needed help. He was crying so hard he didn’t hear you coming until you called his name. You immediately went to untie him and grab his clothes from the fence beside him.

“You were right.” He sniffled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not mad, I’m sorry, I should have been there, I could have helped you--”

“No, you couldn’t. There were too many people.”

“How many were there? Who did this?”

“Y/N, please--”

“No, Spencer, tell me what happened.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!”

You know when to stop, so you just shut your mouth while he got dressed, “Get in the car, I’m taking you home.”

You didn’t say a word to him as he buckled his seatbelt and you could tell he appreciated it. You just drove to McDonald’s and got him his usual. You parked in the parking lot and ate your food in almost silence, save for the radio in the background.

“You don’t have to tell me what exactly happened, you could pretend none of this ever happened, I won’t mind, it’s okay, but I just need you to know, Spencer, say the word and she’s dead. I have so much dirt on her, you have no idea, I can destroy her.”

“Don’t.”

“Okay, I won’t. At least give me names. I will personally make sure none of those boys ever get a date again.”

“Y/N, please.”

“I’m serious, I’ll tell everyone they have herpes.”

“I know you are and that’s what scares me, please don’t, I don’t wanna make things worse.”

You decide to drop it because if he doesn’t wanna talk about it, he needs a distraction.

After you finish your food, you ask him “Your house or mine?”

“Yours. Please.”

You drove back to your house and got yourselves set up on the couch in front of the TV, turning on an episode of Doctor Who that you had recorded. You made him popcorn as he curled up on your couch, clutching a pillow. You were mostly quiet for the rest of the night, but when you did talk, it was to ask him a question about the show or if any of the science was accurate. It was the best you could do to keep him mind off things. Eventually, he fell asleep and you felt too bad to wake him. He got up by himself around midnight, jolting awake as if from a nightmare, and considering how the last few hours had been for him, it probably was one.

“Hey, bud, I’m here, it’s me.” You didn’t touch him, knowing he got overstimulated sometimes when he got really stressed, but he felt around for you on the couch next to him, needing to know you were really there this time. You patted his hand when it reached across the cushion for you.

“What time is it?”

“Way too late for you to be here, let’s get you home.”

He nodded, slowly rising to his feet and looking for his backpack, which you reminded him he had left in the car. Your hand hovered above his head for a moment before he lazily drifted into you as he walked. You took this as an okay to touch him, so you ruffled his hair before loosely slinging an arm around his shoulders as you guided him to your car.

The drive back to Spencer’s wasn’t too long, thankfully, because you were sure his parents would be furious with him and the kid’s been through enough today. You wanted to take all the heat without making them think you kidnapped him. The lights were still on when you pulled into the driveway. They were probably worried sick about him.

When you knocked on the door, a frantic woman with short blonde hair opened it. When she saw Spencer, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the house, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Who are you? What are you doing with my son?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, Mrs. Reid. I’m Y/N, he’s been tutoring me.”

“How do you know me? Spencer, what did you tell her?” She looked at him and back at you, “Get off my property and stay away from us!”

“Mom, she’s a fr--”

“Go up to your room, don’t come out.” She didn’t sound like an angry parent reprimanding her son, she sounded almost... scared.

A million alarms were going off in your head, and you needed to try to get through to her, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, he was helping me study and we lost track of time, it’s not his fault.”

“I don’t care, I don’t know you, get off my property!”

You decided it was best not to argue, so you hurried back to your car and drove home as quickly as possible so you could shower and go to bed and pray that Spencer would be okay tonight.

~~~

Your phone rang early the next morning. You rolled out of bed to answer it, sprinting to the hall table to take it off the stand. Checking the caller ID, you realized it was from a number you didn’t recognize. Answering it, you heard Spencer’s voice on the other side.

“Hello, this is Spencer, is Y/N home?”

“Yes, you woke me up on a Saturday morning, where else am I gonna be, kid?” Your voice was scratchy as you struggled to fight off the sleep still clawing at your throat.

“Sorry about that. I was just calling to apologize for last night.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“N-No, I’m not in trouble, I just wanted to explain why my mother was all--”

“She was worried, I get it.”

“N- she… My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic, she doesn’t do well with strangers. She doesn’t even remember what she said to you last night, she was having one of her episodes. She was just confused.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You were so shocked by his sudden revelations, you just stayed silent. You didn’t want him to think he scared you, so you had to say something. And apparently, that something was “Oh.”

“She wanted to apologize, but she’s just a bit embarrassed, so I called for her.”

“N-No, it’s okay, I…” It was suddenly so hard to say you understood because while it made sense to you, you wouldn’t fully understand what he or his mom was going through, you didn’t understand it, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind. He was just glad it didn’t bother you. After the events of yesterday, he couldn’t afford to lose you.

“Tell her I’m sorry I scared her.”

“Will do. She said you could come over so she could apologize personally and meet her if you want.”

“I’d love to. And Spence?”

You felt him take pause. You never called him that before, “Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you.”

“You wouldn’t scare me, dude, you can tell me anything.”

“Really?”

“I promise. I’ll see you Monday?”

Spencer nodded, but you couldn’t see him, so he spoke up through the lump in his throat, “See you Monday.”

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[fairycontessa]

Pain & Punishment

A little writing about my evolving relationship with food and eating.

It’s day 4. I can do it. I just have to get to the end of the day and I’ve finished this punishment and I can finally eat without feeling guilty. But I keep failing. My original punishment was just 2 days, but I failed and had to start over and add a day to my punishment- twice. How am I ever going to be worthy of being alive if I can’t do this.

And morning seems to be the hardest to get through. I’ve woken up from nightmares multiple times every night this week, mom is more likely to make breakfast for me if I don’t look busy before she starts, and I don’t have the momentum of the day helping me like I do with lunch time and dinner time. Breakfast is when it’s easy to fail my punishment and have to start over. Just this last day and then I can eat without guilt. I can make it through breakfast.

I shower, get dressed, brush my teeth, and make my way down the dark, windowless stairs to leave for class. As I’m walking out the door, mom wishes me a good day.

I walk up the street a few blocks to the light rail station and ride it to the intersection for the other rail that takes me to campus. I have a full day of paying attention to my lectures with almost 0% sleep, and no food for a few days. It’s going to be a rough day. But tomorrow will be extra sweet because I can eat and I won’t have any classes at all. I just need to remember the things I’m supposed to do and not do to make sure I don’t have to extend my punishment.

Don’t bother other people.

Don’t take up their space.

Don’t be an inconvenience.

Be perfect.

Don’t sin.

Be what I’m expected to be.

Don’t be gay?

    That last one trips me up every day on the light rail. And in my classes. And watching tv at home. And going to the bank, grocery store, or park. Thankfully the area where I live is mostly old people so when I go for walks it’s no trouble. And my walks keep me out of the house so I’m not bothering or inconveniencing anyone. But the light rail. Well it’s where I am right now, and the cute guy that wears the trench coat and has smokey eyes is supposed to get on at the next stop. But that doesn’t matter to me and it’s not important. It’s just a short little train ride through the city to class with strangers I don’t know. What they look like doesn’t matter. I will not think about hugging him and wonder what embracing him would be like. Or a kiss. No, those things don’t cross my mind. Because if they did I would have to extend my punishment.

    My system goes something like this, for every rule I break, it’s one day of no food to teach myself to not break those rules. If I eat before my punishment term is done, I restart and add an extra day. This system is part of my religion now. I don’t know if I know the God I used to believe in, but this is how God functions now. Just like he punished people, it’s my job to punish myself- to make sure I’m worthy of being alive and to make sure I’m worthy of His love. One day I’ll be worthy. I just have to get through today.

One Week Later

    I’m on my 8th hour of walking today. That’s one reason why I love having a full class schedule on Mondays and Wednesdays- I have no responsibilities on the other days. (Plus there isn’t time to eat on those days, too). So I can walk for hours and hours outside around the neighborhood, the pond, the park. The lack of eating and all the walking keeps me thin. I don’t like my body, not really. I feel trapped by it. I am held prisoner by it. Sometimes it feels good to punish myself, and I enjoy it. Sometimes it’s a lot of work to withstand it. I think my walking is also part of my punishment, but usually I think it’s a nice hobby. I live for hours inside my head, making up worlds that I’d rather be in. Those times don’t count for accruing punishment, only when I’m with other people or trying to live in the real world. My fake worlds are mine alone and don’t count in tallying my religion’s punishment.

    I didn’t finish day 4 last week. I failed. I got home and my mom had dinner waiting for me and I couldn’t think of a way to get out of it. I excused myself from my punishment. It would have been inconveniencing to my mom if she made dinner for me and I didn’t eat it, and I didn’t want to break rule #3. That was my way of absolving myself of the guilt of failing. But I’ve been good since then! Only had to do one day of punishment and I did it without a problem!

A Couple Years Later

    I’m at this family’s house and it’s really weird. There’s always food here, and so much of it. And they always offer food to people, over and over again. I walk in and I’m greeted with some sentence 4 people yell about the next meal and a snack I can eat in the meantime.  And they just…offer it to me. I haven’t done anything to earn it, or worked for it. They just spend their money on the food and time making it and give it away. I don’t eat at my parents house, and I don’t have any money to buy my own…so I’ve been eating a snack, dinner, and a snack when I’m here the last few weeks. But I feel guilty for that, because I haven’t earned it. But they’re so happy to just give me the food, and I don’t even ask for it. I don’t know what to do.

A Few Years Later

    Time to make yet another meal. Sigh. So much effort. I could just not eat…

        No, I need to eat. Even if it’s just something easy. Everything is so much work though. I’ve gone way longer than just one meal without eating…

    No, I need to eat. Let’s eat some cheese off this block and eat a couple of cold hot dogs. Nice and simple.

[planetsano]

sugar rush!

prompt: a very studious s/o relying on a sugar rush to make it through the day after staying up all night to study for an exam.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader if you squint (he's so cute I couldn't help myself)

tag(s): college!au, aged up, domestic, fluff, candy, facetime, energy crashing, weed

warning(s): drug references, cursing

su·gar rush

Noun

A sugar rush is an experience of high energy after eating or drinking a considerable amount of sugar in a short period of time, often associated with hyperactive children.

Bakugou told you to go to bed when you facetimed him last night at 2 am. You woke him fully out of his sleep and asked to keep you company while you studied.

“What the fuck do you want?” Bakugou rubbed at his eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness from his phone. His eyes were extra sensitive waking up from his slumber. You were lucky because if it was anyone else he would have let the phone ring and went back to bed.

“Did I wake you? I'm sorry.” You puffed your cheeks out holding your phone closer to your face. The angle wasn't flattering, but Bakugou and you were past that point in your relationship. You were 100% positive he’s screenshotted and taken at least 1,000 ugly pictures of you. You have some of him but they always seem to magically disappear. You should really put a lock on your phone.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Bakugou was in full view now. Head propped against his pillows, hair messy, and muscles exposed from wearing a black tank top. His room was dark but his face was illuminated from the brightness of his phone. His looks never failed to make your tummy do flips. How did you land a hottie like this?

“Yeah.. I know it's late, but I want company! I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep but I have to study more.” You propped your phone against some books giving him a full view of your set up. Papers, notebooks, colorful pens and highlighters seemingly scattered randomly throughout your desk. You sat in your chair with one leg to your chest and the other planted on the ground making your chair spin from side to side. He thought you looked cute like this. Pajamas, messy hair, and glasses falling off the bridge of your nose.

“You need to sleep.” He sighed. You just rolled your eyes and picked up a textbook that was out of frame.

“I'll sleep when I'm dead.” You said nonchalantly as you opened the book and started flipping through the pages.

“I'm serious. You're going to have zero energy for tomorrow. Go to bed.” Bakugou chastised you and you sighed heavily.

“Ugh, fine. You're no fun anyway.”

Knowing you, he should have known you weren't going to listen to him last night. He thought that maybe he should've blown up your door to see if you were okay. It became the morning routine for the both of you when you first started dating. He’d knock on your door to walk you to class and you’d greet him with a sweet smile and a kiss. Everyday it was somewhere different. One day it's his lips, then the next it could be on the cheek, and his personal favorite is when you stand on your tippy toes to try to kiss his forehead. But that didn't happen today because you didn't answer.

So it was safe to say that Bakugou was a little peeved when he got to class without you by his side. He entered the classroom to see some extras idly chatting with their peers and some doing homework at the last minute. Denki and Mina were chatting towards the back of the classroom. Mina noticed the angry blond and waved him over. Bakugou walked up and greeted them both with a low hum.

“Where's (Name)?” Mina asked, tilting her head to the side. It was odd seeing Bakugou by himself.

“Don't know.” Bakugou answered bluntly.

“Aw, don't tell me you've gone and made her mad.” Mina teased. Bakugou rolled his eyes and mumbled a low “shut up.”

“Now that I think of it, where's Kirishima? I didn't see him this morning either.” Denki added.

The three continued to chat but Bakugou wasn't paying attention at all. All their talking was background noise at this point being washed out by his thoughts. He was becoming more and more anxious as the minutes went by. Class was starting soon and most of everyone had already come into the lecture room.

Were you okay?

Are you sick?

Did you need help?

Were just a couple thoughts running through his mind so you could only imagine the relief and annoyance he felt when he saw you bop into the classroom with Kirishima. He had to do a double take because not only was weird hair giving you a piggyback ride, you were pouring three pixy stix in your mouth.

Bakugou watched you hop off Kirishima’s back and happily greet your friends (which was practically the entire classroom) like an energized puppy. You went to Izuku and happily squeezed his cheeks together between your dainty hands. He didn't mind, he thought your high energy was amazing.

“Good morning, Midoriya!” You smiled at him.

“G-ood mornin-g, (Name)!” His voice was somewhat muffled as he spoke but nonetheless he had a smile on his face.

“You’re so squishy just like a mochi!.” You continued to squeeze his chubby cheeks together as the three watched on.

“(Name) is being kind of..” Denki trailed off.

Hyper was the word he was looking for. You were hyper and practically bouncing off the walls like one of those tiny rainbow balls kids got out of the candy machine for 50 cents.

“Annoying? Yeah.” Bakugou said in his usual harsh tone and started to walk over to you. He was sure to give Kirishima a death glare as he walked past him to get to Mina and Denki.

“What'd I do?” A confused Kirishima asked Denki and Mina. He knew he was going to get an earful from his friend later.

All three of them watched the irritated blond tap your shoulder. You looked excited to see him and waved Izuku goodbye while Bakugou took you to another quiet corner of the lecture hall.

“What's with you?” Bakugou asked, looking down at you.

“Whaddya mean?” You looked down at your fingers and started twiddling them together under his stare.

“You're boppin’ around like you just did 80 lines of coke.” He said.

“Am not!” You looked up at him with furrowed brows, crossed your arms then stomped your foot childishly. You weren't scaring him if that's what you thought. He also noticed that your tongue was stained blue.

“You are.” He squeezed your nose gently. “What's got you so wired?”

“I didn't sleep at all last night so Kiri brought me some candy and a slushie this morning.” You answered.

“Candy?”

“Yeah!”

“Ever heard of coffee?”

“I don't like coffee.”

“You're going to crash, you know that right?” Bakugou asked.

“It's okay ‘cause you're going to catch me, right, handsome?” You kissed his cheek and on cue the bell rang.

Throughout the entire exam Bakugou couldn't help but to keep glancing at you in your seat. Your foot was tapping rapidly against the floor as you focused on your test. Every now and again he would see you sneak some form of candy into your mouth. Your eyes never left your test when your hand slid into your bag pulling out a gummy worm. It was such a contracting sight, being incredibly focused on the exam in front of you all while chewing on something as silly as a gummy worm. Eventually class ended and exams were turned in. You were pretty confident.

By the time lunch came around, you were completely drained. In the middle of your third class your energy plummeted and all you wanted to do was sleep. You could barely keep your head lifted without slipping into sleep. You were so happy lunch came around in hopes some food would pull you through the rest of the day.

When you walked into the cafe Mina spotted you and waved you over to the table. Everyone greeted you and soon you sat next to Bakugou who had saved a seat for you.

“Hey guys.” You smiled putting your bag on the table in front of you.

“So, (Name)! We were all thinking we should hang out tonight.” Mina smiled at you with an eager smile.

“Oh, yeah? What’s the plan?” You yawned and rested your head on Bakugou’s shoulder and wrapped your arms around his bicep.

“Game night!” Kiri exclaimed.

“And a hot box.” Denki added and high-fived Kiri.

The table continued to converse about the later plans and that's when Bakugou leaned over to whisper to you.

“You gonna eat?” He asked.

“No, ‘m not hungry..” You said quietly feeling your eyes start to droop. Soon enough you were

“So how does that sound (Name)? (Na-) Oh, she's asleep.” Mina laughed at the sight. You were fully asleep, still holding onto Bakugou’s arm like it was your pillow.

“I told her to go to sleep last night but she's fucking hardheaded.” Bakugou shook his head looking at you as you were fast asleep.

“Man! I thought the candy was working!” Kirishima frowned that his plan didn't work.

“I mean, it was for a little bit.” Denki said.

“I'm gonna take her back to the dorms so she can rest.” Bakugou said and gently shook you awake.

“Wah- Was I asleep?” You asked dazedly.

“Get up dummy, I'm taking you to your room.” He said.

He spent the rest of the afternoon with you, napping the afternoon away.

[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 11:

"Shhh, don't talk too loud! You'll wake him!"

"But we're almost there"

"Yeah but look at him! He looks so peaceful!"

"And pretty.."

"What?"

"What? I didn't say anything. "

"Hagakure-san, your bisexual is showing"

"Kyaaah!!!! I didn't say anything!"

Bakugou slowly blinked his eyes open and saw Ochako and Mina smirking at a flustered Hagakure who was flailing her arms around. Mina noticed he was awake and immediately looked his way with a smile. "Bakubabe! We're one stop away from the mall so wakey wakey~" she sing songed and Bakugou slapped the hand that was patting his head away.

"Uraraka-kun! Hagakure-kun! Ashido-kun! Get back in your seats this instant! Standing in a moving vehicle is completely unsafe and against the rules" Iida yelled back at the three and they laughed, doing as told with a 'yes class pres'.

Letting out a yawn, Bakugou sat upright from laying on Koda’s shoulder and stretched out his back. He was going to rub the sleep from his eyes but remembered he had makeup on and puffed his cheeks in annoyance at the inconvenience, crossing his arms with a frown. From beside Iida (who was chopping the air while lecturing the girls about safety protocols) Izuku couldn't hide his smile at how cute grumpy Kacchan was but then again neither could half the class.

Todoroki heard a quiet laugh from behind him and turned to see Satou there. "That Midoriya sure can't hide how bad he's got it, can he?" the other chuckled, speaking to Ojirou, and Todoroki's head tilted in confusion.

"How bad he's got what?" he asked.

"Hmm? Oh. I was just referring to the crush he has on Bakugou" he explained and Ojirou nodded along with an amused smile.

"Midoriya has a crush on Bakugou?" Todoroki frowned slightly.

"You didn't know? It's so obvious. Well, obvious to everyone except Bakugou that is" Sato laughed and Todoroki turned back around signaling the end of the conversation. Satou didn't seem to mind though since he went right back to speaking with Ojirou, this time about training. To be fair, Bakugou seemed oblivious to the fact he had practically nineteen pairs of eyeballs glancing at him from time to time even now. The bus came to a slow stop and everyone began to gather their stuff.

"We're here! Everyone stick with a moving buddy or group, no wandering off on your own" Iida announced and ushered everyone off the bus and towards the mall entrance. As hard as it was to believe (or not), class 1-A's infamous luck for attracting trouble had followed them well into their third year at UA.

Bakugou and Kirishima made eye contact as they got off the bus but the latter quickly turned away to go catch up with Denki and Sero. Katsuki won't say that it didn't hurt but he hid it and just moved on, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his shorts and beginning to walk forward with the rest of his classmates. Whatever shitty hair's fucking problem was wasn't any of his business but if it continued, he'll definitely take matters into his own hands. Eijirou isn’t cutting him off without at least an explanation.

"So we'll all meet up here in three hours. Does that sound fair?" Momo asked the class once they were in the center of the mall near the water fountain and everyone agreed, splitting up into groups with their friends. "Afterwards we can all go to the food court together." The students began to disperse and head in different directions after that, merging with the rest of the people at the mall.

Izuku hung back a little from his own group, Iida and Todoroki, when he saw that Katsuki was alone since Kirishima had gone with his other friends. He approached him and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Um, Kacchan? Would you maybe like to—"

"Sorry Midoriya!" a pale pink arm was suddenly draping over the blonde's shoulders and pulling them into a borderline chokehold. "We're going to steal this cutie for a few hours. Baku-yum is coming with us to do some shopping" Mina butt in. The blonde just 'tsked' with an eye roll but didn’t disagree.

"Right" the boy smiled though his shoulders sagged a bit. He had hoped to get to hang out with Bakugou for a while to talk, maybe possibly even just the two of them alone, but he guessed he was too late for that.

"You can join us if you'd like, Midoriya-kun," Yaoyorozu quickly added and the rest made noise of agreement. Behind them stood the rest of the girl squad and Aoyama, all looking at the green haired boy who flushed at the attention, especially under the intense stare of a pair of red eyes.

"Oh, um. No, that's fine. I was just leaving anyway. See ya later" he shyly waved at them and they all waved back, saying their goodbyes (and “au revoir”) with the exception of Jirou who merely nodded his way in acknowledgement and Bakugou who ignored it completely.

Mina took Bakugou's hand in hers and started leading him away god knows where. "See you in three hours, Midoriya!" she looked over her shoulder back at him and gave him a thumbs up.

"Where are you extras taking me now?" Izuku heard Bakugou groan.

"The question is more like where /aren't/ we taking you. We have three hours to kill" she laughed.

"Why me?" he complained but didn't make any effort in pulling away. Gosh how class 3-A loved their tsundere.

Deku looked at them leave, watching how they bickered the whole way in endearment.

"You look nice today, Midoriya."

The male jumped, turning to find Todoroki standing there.

"Ah! T-Todoroki-kun! You scared me" he shrieked. " And oh. I um, thank you Todoroki-kun. You look nice as well" he replied a bit awkwardly. He was never good at accepting compliments.

"It's for Bakugou, right?" the half and half male stated. It wasn't a question and Izuku knew it.

"W-what?" he sputtered and turned very red, looking around for anyone that might have heard or was eavesdropping into the conversation. The mall was full of people but no one seemed to be paying attention to the two UA students though, too busy doing their own thing to notice. "W-why, why would you—?"

"Me too" Todoroki smiled a little before it went away, replaced by his usual blank expression. "I hope this doesn't put a strain in our friendship. You're a dear friend to me, Midoriya."

"I um…" he mumbled, baffled. He was at a loss for words. How could he respond to that? "He isn't a girl" was what he said instead. Maybe he was only attracted to Kacchan because of the quirk. Or at least that's what he hoped.

"I know he isn't. And tomorrow when he turns back I will continue to pursue him if he'll have me" Todoroki explained. "It took me a while to see it but I think I've had feelings for Bakugou for a while now. I was told that you do too and I thought it was the right thing to do to give you a fair warning that I will be going after Bakugou as well."

"...right."

Todoroki and Izuku remained in a silence where neither of them spoke and only stared at each other, Todoroki with an air of indifference where he appeared unfazed and Izuku where his eyebrows were pulled together and his lips were set in a thin line in thought.

"Todoroki-kun, Midoriya-kun, there you are. Did something happen?" Iida approached them. He had gone to the bathroom for a second only to come back to his friends in a type of staring contest.

"Ah? Oh, um, it's nothing. Todoroki-kun and I were just talking. Shall we go?" Izuku put on a forced smile and if Iida noticed it, he didn't say anything and just nodded. In a way, Izuku was a little relieved at the intervention and he quickly moved to the other side of Tenya, keeping his distance from Shoto for a bit. Truth be told, he still wasn't completely sure of what just happened. Sure he thought Kacchan was awesome and amazing and cool but he didn’t like him like /that/, did he? He didn't think so, but knowing that Todoroki did like him that way didn't sit right with him either.

...

"Don't both your parents work in the fashion industry, Bakugou?" Jirou asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah they do. What about it, ears?" the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"No, nothing. Just wondering how the son of two fashionistas could have such bad taste" she smirked.

"Oi screw you!" he growled.

"Ladies, no fighting. Okay Bakubabe, I need your opinion since I can't decide. This top with these pants or this top with the skirt?" Mina asked, stepping out of the dressing room like it was her own personal catwalk and doing a twirl a few feet away from them, striking a pose.

"I don't know. Get what you want" he shrugged with a dismissive tone and Mina pouted, giving him a look that made Bakugou groan. Jirou gave him one too. "Ugh alright, fine! Whatever. Get the top with the skirt. The colors suit your skin tone better and they're much more versatile than bright fucking red jeans. The pants look cool or whatever but you have enough of those. Besides, with the skirt and top you'll be able to mix and match more outfits so you'll get more use out of them. Plus the skirt makes your natural curves stand out more and gives you a more feminine and mature look but depending on what you pair it up with you can switch the style."

Mina was just expecting a random opinion like Kiri, Denki, and Sero said when she forced them to come with her (which she'd then overthrow and choose what she wanted in the first place), not Bakugou to give a full blown analysis as to why. Was her heart racing a bit?

"Close your mouth, Mina. You'll catch flies” Jirou teased, her hand raising up to her mouth to hide her snicker.

So far, it's been two hours more or less. Mina had wanted to keep shopping so Jirou joined the pink skinned girl and they dragged Bakugou along with them while the other girls and Aoyama went to get a manicure done. Momo texted Jirou a few minutes ago that they were done though so they were just waiting on Mina so they could pay and leave to meet up with the rest of their group in front of the nail place.

"I- yes!" Mina blurted out and Jirou noticed the subtle red peeking through pink cheeks. She was blushing. "The skirt and shirt it is then" she decided, nodding in approval, and went back into the dressing room to change into her own clothing.

Bakugou just grumbled and settled back into his chair while the other girl giggled into the palm of her hand. ‘There goes another one’ she thought to herself.

"What are you laughing at, ears?" the other looked over at her accusingly.

"Oh, nothing. Don't mind me" Jirou shrugged with a smirk, her finger twirling her earlobe mindlessly.

…

Somewhere on the opposite side of the mall were Iida, Todoroki, and Izuku. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal as they all talked between themselves and Tokoyami's group; Shoji and Koda. Or more like everyone but Todoroki talked. The ice and fire quirk user was too busy looking up vital information for research purposes on his phone.

It all started a little less than an hour ago when they were in a store and through the window, he saw how a boy with shaggy brown hair gave a girl a bag with something in it and the girl gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek in return. Todoroki hummed to himself a bit in wonder then turned to Iida. Izuku had gone to look at some hero figurines a few aisles down so it was just them in that particular section.

"Iida" Todoroki spoke and Tenya looked up from a nice tie he had his eye on and over to said boy instead.

"Yes? What is it, Todoroki-kun?" the male brought up a hand to fix his glasses instinctively but then remembered he wasn't wearing any. Force of habit.

"Why did that guy give that girl a gift? Is it her birthday?" he turned back to look out the window. The two of them were sitting quite close with their fingers intertwined and Iida refrained from telling Todoroki how it was impolite to stare.

"Um, it could be? But people tend to give the people they like gifts just because sometimes. To show they were thinking about them and that they care. There doesn't always have to be a special occasion" Iida explained.

"Oh" Todoroki nodded. He thinks he gets it now. Growing up the way he did, he never received presents just because. Only ever on his birthday or a holiday. He thought it was against the rules to give gifts just because but Iida said it was okay so it must be. “And if I give someone a gift, will they know I like them and like me back?" he asked.

"Well, maybe. But there's also the chance that they /won't/ like you back immediately or at all in some cases, however it's a good start" Iida patted the other on the back and Todoroki thanked him.

That's basically how Todoroki found himself where he was now. 'What to give to a boy that's been turned into a girl but only temporarily since he's still a boy as a gift to show you are interested' is what he typed into the search engine. "Gifts for Girls: 36 of the Best Gift Ideas for Girls to Let Them Know You Care" was what popped up as the first option and Todoroki thought it through before he clicked it anyway. It never hurts to check. 'A tumbler with a straw; she'll think of you with every sip with this cute decorative tumbler' it read. No. Next one. 'Lip duo; keep her lips moisturized with this cute lip balm and lip tint set!" Hmm… no. Next. 'Gold initial pendant necklace; These cute gold initial pendant necklaces are a perfect little gift. She will carry your initials with her always! (Bonus points if you get one for yourself with her initials too)'

While it does sound appealing to think about Katsuki wearing an 'S.T' or even just an 'S' pendant necklace around his neck, he doesn't think it's an appropriate first gift just yet. Maybe once they start dating he can get him one and even buy himself a matching ‘K.B’ one so they can match and be, quote unquote, ‘relationship goals’ like Mina says. That’d be nice. He’d like that. Shoto continued on to the next one.

'Jigsaw puzzle; This inspiring 500 piece jigsaw puzzle is a good activity to do together' he read. He'll think about it but he wants something better. Shoes was the next one but he doesn't really know Bakugou's shoe or clothing size so that's out. A candy making kit sounds fun but Bakugou doesn't really like sweet things.

After going through all 36, Todoroki still didn't have the perfect gift. If there was anyone who'd know what Bakugou likes better than anyone else, it'd be either Midoriya or Kirishima but he wanted to do this himself. He'll keep looking in the shops as they go. They have an hour left before going back so he'll find something. Todoroki was determined.

“Isn’t that Bakugou? Who's that he's with?” he heard someone say, and turned to Shoji. Following the direction in which he was looking, Todoroki discovered that it indeed was Bakugou and he felt himself go cold, hands clenching. This wasn’t good.

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[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

IDK if someone else already requested this prompt, but can I have a scenario where Eijirō accidentally becomes Izuku's secret Santa because of a misunderstanding??? That's all I wanted to say, TYSM & ILYSM 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 (Platonic KiriDeku) - btw, I've read your previous prompts & they're all sooo good!!!! My favorites are It's Always Been You, Disclosure, Forgive Me, Burning Need, The Rabbit and the Tiger, & Recipe for Disaster 😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩

*Frantically scrambles to get this done before Christmas becomes completely irrelevant* Bibbidi bobbidi boo, it is done, friendo! 😘 This is my first Kirishima POV so fingers crossed it turned out alright :’) (Also, thank you so much, I’m sobbing?! That really warms my heart - I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed them! 💖💖💖)

Eijirou never claimed to be the brightest bulb on the planet.

 Granted, it wasn’t through lack of trying; some things just came easier to him than others. For example, when Ectoplasm was spouting about letters which had no right to be in maths, he felt like ripping his hair out - he always refrained though, his hair took way too long to style only for him to mess it up over algebra. However, put him in a gym and ask him about the different muscle groups and he’d be able to recite them with ease.

 His strengths just laid elsewhere. 

So, when Iida announced something to the class in the common room, Eijirou was too busy watching a workout video on his phone to pay attention. It wasn’t until the class rep wandered over with a bowl full of paper that he realised he probably should’ve been listening.

 ‘Err… Hey, Mr Class Rep!’ He laughed awkwardly.

 ‘Good evening, Kirishima-san.’ Iida nodded in greeting and held the bowl out expectantly. ‘Time to pick out a name. Remember, you’re not allowed to tell anyone who you’ve got. As heroes in training, it is important that we are able to keep confidential information a secret.’

 Eijirou saluted, before dipping his hand in and picking out a piece of paper. He curiously opened it to find “Midoriya” scrawled out messily on the page. When he confirmed that he hadn’t picked out his own name, Iida said his goodbye and moved on to the next person.

 Once alone, Eijirou looked down at the paper crumpled in his hands, the ink staring mockingly at him. He really should’ve been paying attention, but he didn’t want to ask what was happening and risk everyone being disappointed in him. Maybe he could just figure it out based on what he had already heard?

 Iida had mentioned keeping it a secret. He also brought up them being heroes in training. Maybe that meant a training event was happening soon! Eijirou furrowed his eyebrows together. They usually didn’t plan things this far ahead though…

 ‘Hey, Iida!’ He called. ‘When’s this happening?’

 ‘The evening of the 24th!’ He chopped the air as he spoke. ‘The 25th would be too hectic.’

 ‘Great, thanks!’ Eijirou gave him a thumbs up to accentuate his point.

 When the attention was directed away from him, he sighed and looked across the room at where Midoriya was talking excitedly to Todoroki.

 If this was a training exercise, then Eijirou would have to up his game. Besides Bakugou and Crimson Riot, Midoriya was the manliest person he knew and had proved himself to be a formidable opponent time and time again. In order to best him, Eijirou would need to work extra hard and give it his all.

 He hastily stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket and stood, excusing himself.

 He needed to hit the gym.

  💪💪

 Six days after he had picked out Midoriya’s name, Eijirou was fairly confident that he could give his opponent a good fight. He just needed one extra push. He needed to train with someone - or someones - who knew Midoriya and his fighting style.

 ‘Hey Bakubro! Todoroki!’ He called. 

 His two classmates were in the kitchen; neither appeared to have heard him. Bakugou stood by the oven, wok and wooden spoon in his hands as he cooked something spicy, while Todoroki sat at the counter opposite, conjuring small pebbles of ice and throwing them at the blonde’s back.

 ‘I swear to fucking All Might, Icyhot, if you don’t cut that out, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.’ He growled dangerously.

 ‘I'd like to see you try, bitch.’ Todoroki replied nonchalantly, aiming for the back of his head.

 Before Bakugou could respond, however, Eijirou decided to intervene.

 ‘Hey guysss!’ He called out again, rushing forwards and standing between them. The two looked at him confused, but nodded in greeting. ‘I need your help with something.’

 ‘Why you asking Icyhot?’ Bakugou growled. ‘Ask me instead, Shittyhair!’

 ‘Jealous?’ Todoroki raised an eyebrow.

 ‘It’s important I talk to both of you!’ Eijirou laughed nervously and patted the blonde on the shoulder. ‘Well, I say talk… What I mean is… I need your help for training.’

 ‘Anything in particular?’ Todoroki asked.

 ‘Well, I’m not supposed to say, but...’ He hesitated. It would be fine if he told them, right? It wasn't like either of them couldn't keep a secret. ‘When we were drawing names last week, I got Midoriya, and you guys know his fighting style best, so I was hoping to spar with you both to improve my training for when I face him.’

 The silence in the room was almost deafening, until...

 'Dammit, I wanted to get Midoriya.' Todoroki whispered as if Eijirou couldn't hear him.

 Bakugou merely huffed.

 ‘So you’re telling me that you got stupid Deku for your Secret Santa and your immediate reaction was to fight him?’ He finally asked, looking at him like he had grown a second head. 'You know what? No. I'm proud of you.'

 ‘Secret Santa?’ Eijirou tilted his head to the side. When Bakugou facepalmed in response, he turned to find Todoroki raising an eyebrow, clearly amused.

 ‘Didn’t you hear Iida explain it?’ He asked, voice even.

 ‘Not really, but I didn’t want to ask.’ He chuckled nervously. ‘But I assumed that if Iida had organised it, it had to be something to do with training, so I’ve been hitting the gym more because I wanted to put up a good fight, but now I realise that I have to...’

 He trailed off and his smile faltered as his eyes widened with realisation. ‘Now I have until tomorrow to get Midoriya a present.’

 ‘I wouldn’t worry too much.’ Todoroki spoke, shrugging his shoulders. ‘Midoriya is really easy to buy for.’

 ‘You buy him stuff often?’ Eijirou furrowed his eyebrows together in question.

 ‘Icyhot has a fucking hard-on for stupid Deku, if you haven’t noticed.’ Bakugou tsked.

 ‘And you have a hard-on for Kirishima.’ Todoroki replied easily, before turning to Eijirou. ‘Sorry about that, by the way.’

 ‘Moving on!’ Bakugou exclaimed angrily before Eijirou could process any of what had just occurred. ‘Deku likes heroes and All Might. Literally get him something related to that and happy fucking days.’

 ‘It’s important to know what he’s already got though.’ Todoroki urged. ‘He already has the official bronze-age, silver-age and golden-age All Might figurines, including the pop vinyl figures. He also has five rare limited edition All Might-’

 Eijirou’s brain was starting to do that thing again where it just kind of switched off. He was interested in what Todoroki had to say, honest, he just had trouble processing the fact that Todoroki had the capability of actually speaking more than two sentences at a time.

 His eyes must’ve glazed over, because Bakugou suddenly whacked him around the back of the head to snap him out of it.

 ‘ugh, this is so difficult.’ Eijirou moaned, hiding his face in his hands. ‘So basically he has every single piece of All Might merchandise that a normal person can afford.’

 ‘I mean, when you put it like that...’ Todoroki stroked his chin, contemplative. ‘You could try and find him merch for other heroes though. As long as it’s not Endeavour, I think he’ll be happy.’

 At that moment, a thought struck Eijirou. It was an idea unlike any other. He knew that in the years to come, people would ask him, 'Red Riot, what was your best idea?' and he would immediately think of this moment. It was like the first time he had discovered the beauty of hair spray.

 It was a revelation.

 ‘I have the perfect idea!’ He proclaimed, startling both of his friends. Before either of them could respond though, he quickly thanked them and booked it out of the kitchen.

 All it’ll cost me is several boxes of tea!

  💪💪

 After several hours of pleading with Yaoyorozu, bargaining with Jirou on her behalf, one roll of wrapping paper and way too much tape later, Eijirou placed his present in the designated bag in the common room and collapsed onto one of the sofas, ready to fall asleep. However, Iida’s booming voice soon echoed through the room, startling him.

 ‘All right! Now that everyone’s presents have been put in the bag, it is time for the Secret Santa exchange!’ His hands chopped through the air as Kaminari stealthily placed a Santa's hat on the class rep’s head without him noticing. ‘Midoriya-san, if you could help me hand out the presents while everyone else gets settled, I would be very grateful!’

 ‘Of course, Iida-kun!’ Eijirou saw Midoriya sprint over, an eager smile on his lips. However, he tried to hide his snigger when his friend's actions only prompted Iida to lecture him about running inside.

 Soon enough, all the presents were handed out and everyone was settled on the sofas and carpet cushions. After opening his own present and finding an erotic Santa×Reader novella called Spanked by Santa inside, Eijirou's eyes instantly landed on Kaminari and the two sniggered to themselves.

 'Bro, really?'

 'I don't know what you're talking about, man!'

 'I know this was you!'

 When the two of them calmed down, Eijiro turned and watched as Midoriya struggled to unwrap his present. His crooked hands tried to navigate his way around the mass of tape and Eijrou felt incredibly guilty. Luckily, Todoroki was sitting next to him and helped rip the hardest parts away, only sending Eijirou an exasperated glance once, which he thought was pretty good going.

 He leant forwards in his seat and waited for the moment of realisation and oh boy, he was so glad that he did. Wrapping paper torn off, Midoriya stared at the present with wide emerald eyes and let out a shocked gasp.

 In his hands was the first ever hero Deku figurine - trademark and copyright Yaoyorozu Momo - ever to exist. Eijirou watched as his friend turned the figure around in his hands, noticing every detail, from the hints of red that poked out from his iron soles, to his white air force gloves, to the yellow bolts fastened to his knee pads, and to the respirator around his neck. A smile appeared on Midoriya’s face and his eyes shone brightly…

 Then he promptly burst out crying.

 Uraraka and Todoroki, who were sitting either side of their friend, promptly procured two buckets from behind them and held them up, catching the flood of tears pouring from Midoriya’s eyes, while Tsu came up behind him and slid a waterproof coat over his Christmas jumper.

 Had they expected this?

 Startled, Eijirou leaped off the sofa and ran over to them, scrambling over the mass of presents and wrapping paper scattered around the floor.

 ‘Midoriya! Oh my god, are you okay?!’ He grasped his friend’s shoulders and shook him slightly as he continued to openly sob. ‘I’m so sorry, do you hate it? Man, I didn’t mean to make you cry-’

 ‘Kirishima-kun...’ Midoriya slowly calmed himself, reducing the flood of tears down to a slight drizzle as he wiped at his eyes with a waterproof sleeve. ‘I- I love it! I love it so much! Thank you!’

 Eijirou stilled, slowly removing his hands from his friend’s shoulders.

 ’You… You do?’

 ‘Really, really!’ Midoriya sniffed, eyes now dry and staring at Eijirou with so much gratitude that he had to refrain from placing a hand over his heart and wincing at the intensity. ‘You’re so thoughtful - thank you so much!’

 ‘No problem, dude!’ Eijirou rubbed the back of his neck and smiled nervously. ‘You’re one of the best heroes out there. It’s only fair that there’s some merch of you out there as well, haha!’

 Before he could comprehend what was happening, green lightning suddenly began to crackle around Midoriya as he surged forwards and tackled Eijirou to the floor. His friend hugged his waist tightly and cried freely into his shirt. Not knowing how to proceed, Eijirou gingerly returned the hug and smiled dopily.

 So manly.

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Dirty Laundry

Master List

~~

“Vernon, what in the cinnamon toast fuck happened to our room?” Joshua asked the moment he entered the dorm room. His half of the room was still fairly clean, but Vernon's side was covered in dirty clothes and take out containers.

“Hey now, Holy Boy, I have been very busy, and I haven't had the chance to do laundry.” Vernon defended, squeezing past the older boy to shove his clothes closer to his laundry hamper. “And its gonna be too late to wash all this with finals coming up.”

“Gross, why don't you just use the laundry service Cheol and I use?” Josh asked, tossing his duffle bag on his bunk.

“Because I'm broke, next question.” 

“Dude, seriously, its not that bad. It's 20 for a load of laundry, 10 when she picks it up, 10 when she drops it off. If you don't pay her when she's trying to drop it off, she keeps it until you do.” Joshua explained, watching his younger friend attempt to clean his side of the room.

“She?”

“Yeah, Y/n, she's a freshman, like you, and an engineering major.”

“So doesn't she have finals coming up too?” Vernon asked, finally admitting defeat and flopping into his desk chair.

“Yeah, but she studies while she waits for laundry to get finished.” Josh shrugged. “Either way she'll be here tomorrow morning before my lecture to pick up some of my stuff, you should ask her about joining in.”

“Whatever. How was LA?” Vernon shifted the conversation.

“Same as always, Mom says she wants you to come visit soon. I think she thinks I made you up.”

“Valid point. I am a stereotypical college kid. Messy room, sweatpants to class, lives on ramen.”

“Which is a problem.” Josh reminded him to which Vernon shrugged.

“Not for me.”

“You're a monster, come on.” Josh stood and grabbed his coat. Vernon just stared at him.

“Where?”

“Food, I'll pay.”

“Alright.” Vernon shrugged. “Rule 6 of university, never say no to free food.”

~~

The following morning Vernon was jolted from his sleep by a knock on the door. Joshua, who was, unshockingly, already awake, bounded over to the door.

“Good morning.” He greeted, and Vernon could practically see the smile his friend wore.

“Morning Shua.”

“Come on in, excuse his mess.” Vernon sat up, leaning on the wall, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. When he opened them fully, he wasn't expecting to see you. Seeing someone so breathtaking standing in his messy dorm made Vernon suddenly very embarrassed.

“Good morning, you must be Vernon.” You greeted, offering him a warm smile. “I'm Y/n.”

“A pleasure. Sorry about the mess.”

“I get it.” You shrugged.

“So here's the 10, and my laundry.” Shua interrupted. “Yeet, alright. See you in a bit then.” You waved to Vernon before picking up the hamper.

“Oh hey, you got any room on your roster for him?” Josh asked, pointing to Vernon, who waved again.

“Um,” You pulled out your phone, checking something. “I'm free Thursday evenings.” You looked back up at him. “I can do up to two loads at a time, you pay me 10 when I pick it up, 10 when I drop it off, don't pay, I keep your shit. And don't worry about underwear, I literally don't care about it.”

“Alright, what time Thursday?”

“Around 6?” Vernon nodded again.

“Yeah, yeah, sure that works.” You smiled at him again, making his heart pound before leaving the room with Josh's stuff.

“What's with the blush, Captain Dumbass?” Josh teased.

“Shut up, Holy Boy.” Vernon deflected.

“Is it cause a pretty girl saw you in your boxers in your messy room?” Vernon's face got even warmer.

“I said shut up.” He whined, falling back onto his bed. “I'm never going to live this down am I?”

“Probably not no.”

~~

“Hey, Scoops.” Vernon greeted, plopping down next to him at the pizza joint.

“Hello, Captain Dumbass.” The older man greeted making Vernon let out a long groan.

“I hate Chan for that one.” He huffed, snatching one of the Mozzarella sticks of Seungcheol's plate.

“It suits you though, Joshua told me what happened with Y/n last week.” He teased.

“Oh no.” Vernon shuddered. “Don't even talk to me about that, I barely managed to look her in the eyes when she came for my laundry.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” Cheol laughed.

“Y/n, you're late!” The harsh voice made both boys look up from their food. They watched as you jogged into the place, tying your apron on.

“Sorry, my last delivery was super late, I had to run from my dorm all the way here.” You explained.

“She works here too?” Vernon asked, ducking his head.

“And at the music shop on 5th.” Cheol nodded.

“How come she works so many places?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Jun started, jumping over the back of the booth to plop down across from Vernon. “Some rumors say its to pay for a sick family member, others say it's because she has debts to pay off.”

“Do you know the real reason?” Vernon leaned forward, hoping to hear more.

“Nope, no one's actually asked her.” The older man shrugged.

“Lame.” Vernon sighed, stealing another one of Cheols mozzarella sticks.

“Buy your own damn food, kid.” Cheol griped, not moving his plate.

“I'm broke.”

“Must suck,” Minghao started, “Good thing I just bought a pie, huh?” He teased.

“All hail the rich kid.” Vernon joked. “What would we do without you?”

“Is that my wallet?” Jun asked, grabbing it from Hao. “It is. You thief.”

“Never said I bought it with my money.” Hao shrugged.  Vernon laughed with the others but his attention was soon stolen by you as you delivered a pizza to a nearby table. As you turned back, you locked eyes with Vernon, who felt his cheeks heat up. You waved at him before scurrying back to the kitchen.

“Oh, so he's got a crush on her.” Jun's voice jolted him back into the current conversation.

“What?”

“Look at the blush.” Hao teased and Vernon responded by pulling his hood up and pulling the strings tight.

“What blush. I don't have a face.” He shrugged, resting his chin on his hands. Someone's giggles a moment later made him loosen his hidey-hole. You were standing at the end of the table a pizza in your hand, showing off some rather impressive biceps.

“Sorry.” You apologized, “One extra large pepperoni for Minghao?” The boys quickly cleared their things off the table, mouths watering at the sight of the still bubbling food.

“Oh hey, Y/n, I've been meaning to ask.” Cheol began, “How come you work so many places?”

“Oh, I'm just trying to save up to go on holiday this summer.” You explained with a smile. “I want to go to New York.”

“Oh Hansol knows a few things about New York.” Jun piped in, and Vernon was tempted to close his hood again.

“Hansol?” You looked very cute tilting your head in confusion. “I thought your name was Vernon?”

“Its actually Hansol, but everyone calls me Vernon.” He confessed, trying to keep his blush hidden in his hoodie.

“We all call him Captain-” Vernon lunged across the table, slapping his hand over Jun's mouth.

“Say it out loud, and I'll end you!” He threatened the older man.

“No worries, maybe you can tell me on Thursday.” You winked at him and scampered away.

“Did she just flirt with me? Was I just flirted at?” Vernon asked, dropping his chin onto the table.

“Yes, and yes, you did terribly, have some pizza.” Minghao dangled the slice in front of the younger boy who accepted it with a pout.

“I didn't do that bad, did I?” He asked, looking up at Cheol who sighed and patted his back.

“I have seen worse, eat your pizza.” Vernon let out a whine, shoving most of his pizza in his mouth.

“Oh hey, Hansol.” Son of a bitch. He looked up, finding you standing at the end of the table again. You looked at the other boys a blush creeping on your cheeks that Vernon found incredibly endearing.

“Ohh, hey Jeonghan!” Cheol greeted into his phone, “Yeah I can talk. Excuse me.” He slunk past you, moving to head outside. Vernon was pretty sure his phone wasn't even on. Your gaze moved to Jun and Hao, making the younger one grab the older and pull him out of the booth mumbling something about an important something happening this way.

And so Vernon was left alone with you. Fuck.

“So uh,” Vernon swallowed hard. “What's up?”

“I, um,” You blew out a breath, turning slightly. Vernon followed your gaze, finding Joshua, DK, and Seungkwan at another table cheering you on, but they immediately returned their gaze to their pizza.

“Oh.” Vernon blushed, “Um.”

“Boy are we great at talking.” You mumbled, a chuckle erupting from both of you.

“I was just gonna say,” He mused, dropping his slice back onto the tray.

“Awe man, I was so confident when I walked over here.” You whined a little, shoulders slumping.

“Hey, just, say what you wanted to say.” Vernon shrugged, trying to be chill. “I won't-”

“Do you wanna go out on a date sometime?” You blurted, slapping a hand over your mouth the moment the sentence came out. You both just stared at each other, both too dumbstruck to say anything.

“Oh my god, say something,” DK whined, face peeking up from behind the booth next to them.

“Um, sure?” Vernon stuttered out his answer, wanting to tie his hoodie back up and avoid the shame.

“Um, great. I'll text you.” You offered him a tight smile and a curt nod before once again, running away.

“That was bad wasn't it?” Vernon asked, looking to DK who grimaced. “I'm never gonna get the girl.”

“Probably. You ever think about not speaking ever again?” The older boy asked.

“Often”

~~

“I'm fucked.” Vernon sighed on Tuesday, as he fell onto his floor. “I'm fucked, I'm going to die alone.”

“Date went shit?”

“Date went shit. I want to literally kill myself, get resurrected, and then do it again.”

“That's really edgy kid.” Joshua turned in his desk chair to find his roommate face down on the floor. “What happened?”

“I took her out for breakfast like we agreed, and then we didn't talk at all.” Vernon huffed. “Neither of us could even say anything.”

“Its like the world's most awkward people went out.” Josh groaned. “Did she smile at all?”

“I mean, I walked her to her dorm and I made a joke about telepathic communication and she giggled.”

“Oh? A giggle? That's something.” Josh tried to see the bright side. Vernon sat up slightly.

“Yeah, she had this really cute smile after that.” Josh pursed his lips at the faraway smile on Vernon's face.

“So, have you planned out another date yet?” Vernon shook his head.

“No, she got a call right as I was about to ask, then I panicked and walked away.” Josh's sigh was not at all a shock. “Yeah I know, I'm an idiot, its just.” Vernon sighed, rolling onto his back, “She's so goddamn pretty. I don't know how to talk to her, especially when she's looking at me with those eyes and smiling that gorgeous smile. I'm a wreck around her.” He glanced over at the older boy who let out a small snicker. “Don't mock me now, Josh, I'm asking for help.” He whined. “I don't want to make her think I'm not into her.”

“Alright, my small, fragile ego-ed, freshman friend.”

“Hey.” Vernon sat up, “You don't gotta be mean about- are you texting someone right now?”

“Seungkwan and DK are better than me at relationship advise, and Dino is her roommate so I'm asking for some theoretical help.”

“Your boyfriend, and my ex-boyfriend are better love experts than you?”

“I'd ask Jihoon but he scares me.” Vernon stared at his friend confused.

“Wait, tiny music major Jihoon?”

“He once tried to kill Mingyu with a guitar,”

“Okay, alright, continue whatever you were doing.”

~~

Vernon was, once again, nervous. Thursday had come too fast and the bouquet of flowers sitting on his desk seemed like too much and not enough all at once. With Joshua, and the others, help, he had formulated a simple plan: give her the flowers, tell her you really like her and want to try again and ask her to teach you how to do your laundry.

Then it was 6:30, then 7, and still no sign of you. Vernon let out a defeated sigh, exiting out of Instagram to check his messenger. Nothing from you.

To: Y/n

Hey, are you okay?

From: Y/n

This is Dino, Y/n's really sick today, all laundry's canceled.

To: Y/n

Oh, does she have medicine? Something to eat?

From: Y/n

Dude, I've got to go to class. If you're so worried about her, here's our dorm address

The flowers were abandoned as Vernon tossed on his shoes and bolted out of his room, not sure why he suddenly felt so worried. Yeah, he liked you, a lot, but he hated being near sick people. That fact did not stop him from texting his mother and getting money to buy you medicine and some soup from his favorite cafe. Arriving at your door, breathless, he caught Dino just as he was leaving.

“Dude, are you really-?” Dino questioned. “Man, Shua was right, you got it bad.” He joked, a smile taking over his face. “Look just promise you won't do anything weird?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Vernon was shocked at the younger boy’s words.

“I don't think you will, but for her sake. Just don't be too loud and lock the door when you leave.” Dino shrugged. “I'll be back at like, midnight.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Yeah whatever, but if you try anything, I swear to the gods Vernon,” Vernon raised his hands in surrender, making Dino nod. Once the younger man had walked away Vernon made his way into the dorm. It was rather clean, which was shocking, seeing as Dino was an incredibly messy person. He found you asleep, bundled into a fluffy comforter, with a large stuffed penguin in your arms. When he set the bag of stuff on one of the desks in the room a little too loudly you grumbled, sitting up slightly.

“Channie? I thought you had class?” You asked, blinking sleep from your eyes. “Oh, Vernon, what are you doing here?” You tugged your blanket closer to your chest as you sat up to look at him.

“Hey, Dino texted me, he said you were sick so I bought you some medicine and some soup.” “Oh.” You sniffled, “Thank you.” It was quiet for a moment, the sounds of the campus at night leaking in through your cracked window. “Hey, Vernon, why'd you come over?”

“You were sick, I wanted to make sure you were okay?” He explained, scratching the back of his head in slight embarrassment.

“Why? Cause otherwise, you'd have no one to do your laundry?” You huffed, punctuating your sentence with another sniffle.

“What?” Vernon was legit confused. “No, cause I really like you. Wait.” You glanced up at him quickly before dropping your gaze back to your hands. “Have people really only gotten close to you because of that?” You nodded.

“A couple times. One of them thought sleeping with me could get him free laundry service. And then you,” You let out another huff. “I really like you and you agreed to go out with me, but then you wouldn't talk to me, I thought it was going to be like that again.”

“What? No! I just,” Vernon sighed, “I really like you and I'm awful at talking to people I have a thing for. Just ask Seungkwan. When I asked him out it took four months of lead up and I could barely talk to him.”

“Wait, you dated Seungkwannie?” You asked, then your eyes widened. “Oh! He's talked about you! He said you were really cute, but realized being together wasn't meant to be.” Vernon felt his heart drop at your words.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.”

“No its okay.” Vernon waved you off, trying to clear his head. He really had thought he was in love with Seungkwan but after a few months, they realized that while being friends was awesome, being more than that felt strange. “Are you hungry? The soup's from Gyu, handmade.”

“That sounds amazing.” You practically moaned. Vernon helped you get comfortable before handing you the container of soup, which you ended up foregoing the spoon on and drinking it straight from. Vernon was pretty sure that was the hottest thing ever.

After, you both sat quietly for a moment, now with your TV playing quietly in the background.

“Hey, Y/n, I have a question.”

“Shoot.” Vernon set his phone down, watching as you did the same, fully looking at him. His cheeks immediately felt warm and he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

“Um, I, I totally lost it.” He finally caved, muttering the last few words. You let out a giggle, followed by a rough cough, making Vernon once again worried.

“Something, something about this.” You began, waving your hand between the two of you. “This doesn't feel bad, I think we had to get through that awkward bit before finding something that worked for us.”

“We've barely spoken.” He sighed. You shrugged, offering him a smile.

“But I'm having fun. I'm content.” Your words made Vernon's heart actually flutter and a smile he couldn't seem to get rid of plastered itself to his face.

“Then once you're better, will you go out with me? On a proper date where we don't just eat silently and hate ourselves for it?” You both burst out laughing at his words.

“Vernon, Hansol, I would kiss you right now, but I don't want you sick.” You finally decided.

“So is that a yes?” He asked, leaning slightly towards you, the excitement obvious on his face.

“Its a yes.”

(Boy is that ending bad. This isn’t part of the Christmas event. Sorry)

[readbeneaththelines]

Professor’s Pet

A/N: This is pure smut pwp. Couldn’t help myself. I know a few peole thirtsy for Professor Namjoon. So here ya go my lovelies!

characters; Professor!Namjoon x TeachersAide!Reader

Warnings: pure unadluterated smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism

Word Count: 4403

You entered the lecture hall just like all the other students. Letting the others pour in through the double doors, you waited until all seats were taken. You meandered through the maze of sleepy-eyed students, smiling as you recall your first year at Uni. You take your seat at the lone desk to the right of the lecture stage. Smoothing your skirt down, you slide into your seat and cross your legs. The doors to the back of the hall swing open, and all eyes turn to the sound. A collective sigh echoes off the walls as the young girls in the class take in the visage before them. 

“Good morning class. Welcome to History of Sexuality 101. I am your professor Kim Namjoon.” 

It had not been that long since you had seen him last. He took his annual vacation the last two weeks of summer break. And you had taken off for the States the month before that. What stood before you was a changed man. Usually his hair was clean cut, naturally dark brown, and skin a soft honey tone. But this, this man was gorgeous. His hair had gown out, now styled in a tousled mess. His skin was tanned to a deep caramelized honey and he was wearing wire rimmed glasses. You swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice you staring. 

He made his way to the front of the room, coming to stand behind the podium. He eyes roamed the class,finally settling on you. 

“Class I would like to introduce you to my Teacher’s Aide Y/N Y/L/N. She has been helping me teach for the past two years.” 

There was a cacophony of hellos and sighs. You knew how the girls felt, you remembered how your heart raced the first time you saw him. Those eyes that could read your inner most thoughts. That smilet hat could melt the snow of a thousand winters’ snow. Those lips that could form words that sounded like a song as he spoke. 

“Morning Class.” You stood slightly, bowing in greeting to the students first, and then to Professor Kim. “Morning Professor.”

The initial lecture went on without a hitch, and the sudden intrusion of the bell had you nearly jumping in your seat. Class was dismissed, and you gathered the papers from the long lines of conference tables. You carried them to your desk, shuffling them to make a neat pile. You felt warm breath fan across your bare neck, chills dancing down your spine. You turned around, finding him smiling down at you. 

“So, Miss Y/N, ready for another semester?” You grinned cheekily, nodding in response. “Good, good. I must add, you look stunning as usual. The States treated you well, I see.”

“Yes they did. I had a lovely visit with my Auntie and Uncle. How was your trip this year? What exciting adventure did you take this time?” 

“I visited Vienna and Norway. You know me, museums and nature.” You laughed, knowing good and well his love of the arts and Mother Nature.  You chatted for a few more minutes while the both of you gathered your things. Just as you were about to dismiss yourself, you felt his hand encircle your wrist, turning you to face him. His eyes searched yours, lips trying to form words that never came. 

“I will see you later? How about we meet up after your last class and go over the syllabus.” He nodded , his head lowering to the ground as his cheeks blushed a faint shade of rose. You placed your hand over his, telling him goodbye. He watched as you faded from sight, mentally kicking himself for not saying the thoughts that were jumbled in his head. He had to tell you, before it was too late. But he was afraid that it would change the dynamic of your close friendship, and that was something he didn’t want to lose. The meeting came and went, and still he was left speechless. He had to figure something out, and quick. 

The next week of lectures sailed by smoothly, even with the occasional lame attempt from frat boy trying to hit on you. Namjoon was always quick to save you from their advances, telling them something akin to regulations and failing class. His chivalry had your heart racing,and your mind swirling. But you knew the repercussions of flirting with a professor, and your future hung on this position. 

“Y/N, I need your help tomorrow with the lesson I am giving a live demonstration and I will need your assistance if you don’t mind.” He was sitting at his desk, fingers interlaced behind his head as he leaned back in the seat. “I know your going to think me mad, but I need you to dress, umm, seductively?” He was blushing again, and you could feel your own cheeks heating. 

“Seductively? Well, okay. Anything in particular?” You began imagining all the skimpysexy clothes you had,but never wore because you were embarrassed. You had curves in all the perfect places, but didn’t think you should be showing them off. Damn self conscious negativity. But this was an opportunity to have people noticing you in the name of education. 

“Well, how about that one skirt you have, the dark grey one. Oh, and that halter top you wore at the end of last semester.” He tried hard to hide the fact that he really wanted to see you in that outfit outside of work, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

“Okay. I guess I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night Professor.” You hesitate, looking at him with hopeful eyes, wanting his to see what is there without you having to speak it into existence. There is a heavy silence that fills his small office,and the tension is so thick , you can hardly breathe properly. He looked up from his laptop, tilting his head as he studied your features. 

“Goodnight. Get home safely.” You left his office, cursing your mind for the images that were popping up. Images of him undressing behind that desk, eyes boring into your soul. 

“Fuck” was all you could mutter as the door shut behind you.

The next morning you showered, taking extra time to shave every inch that had unwanted hair. You styled your hair with extra attention to showing of your neck and shoulders. Your make-up was light, accentuating your features and made your eyes pop with vibrant color. You slipped into the long skirt, loving the way it flared out, but still clung to your hips. The white halter top clung to your body, the swell of your breasts peeking just above the neckline. You slid your feet into strappy sandals, then looked yourself over in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked beautiful, and decided that if this didn’t do anything to the professor, nothing would. You gathered your bag and headed out the door. The short walk form your apartment to the campus took about ten minutes. You could feel eyes on you, the leering glances from young and horny college boys. You even garnered a few cat calls, which even though disgusting in nature, brought a faint smile to your lips. You arrived early, entering the lecture hall before everyone else. 

Professor Namjoon was putting a long table at center stage, between your desk and the podium. When he heard the doors open he looked up, turning to face the direction of the sound. His eyes widened and mouth fell slightly open as he drank you in. You, in return, had to stop mid-step as you raked your gaze over him. His royal blue oxford was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, the well defined muscles just barely visible. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the outline of strained muscles etched into his forearms as he leaned against the table’s edge. His long legs stretched out in front of him, the taut strain of his thighs visible beneath his khakis. You felt a flame ignite low in your belly, the heat rising to warm you throughout. 

“Good- good morning Y/N. You look… Perfect.” He licked his lips, the sudden parched feeling in his mouth had him begging for a drink of cool water. You lowered your head, your inner goddess standing up and taking over. You made your way to the table, stopping mere inches from him. 

“Morning Professor. I hope this is what you were looking for?” You spun on your heel, the skirt billowing out as you took it in your fingers then curtsied. When you finally met his gaze, you couldn’t help but stare back at him. It was in that moment, when there as nothing around you, that you knew you were falling, and the bottom would never come. 

Just as he was about to speak, the students began filing in, and you took a few steps back. You had to force your eyes to divert away from his and greet the students with a smile that was probably wider than it should be. He straighten, saying his usual hellos and other mundane greetings. His voice was an octave lower and harsh, something that took you both by surprise. 

As the student took their seats, Namjoon made his way to the podium. He gave you a sly look, then addressed the class. 

“Today students, we are going to have a visual demonstration on wanton sexuality. We will discuss how to seduce and enrapture your lover. We will talk about foreplay, specifically fallatio and cunnilingus.” There was a collective gasp from the students, and you even joined in. Just what did he mean by visual demonstration? You looked at him from the corner of your eye, and the look on his face had you even more confused. He had a flat affect, no sign of what was going through his mind at that time. You crossed your legs tightly, already feeling the hint of dampness in your silk panties. You shuddered noticeably, hoping the rest of the class didn’t see. Your head snapped up when you heard him say your name.

“Y/N. Could you please join me up here?” You felt all eyes on you as your rose from your desk and joined him in the middle of the stage. “Now, Y/N is going to help me with the demonstration. Pay attention class, there may be a test on this.” He gave a wink, the class going silent as they got their pens and pencils ready for notes. Namjoon took your hand and guided you to stand in front of the table he set up. Placing his hands on either side of your waist, he hoisted you up, seetling you on the side of the table. 

“No class, imagine that you have this beautiful woman before you. You want her, and you want her desperately. You want to show her who’s in control. So what do you do?” He scanned the boy and girls, nodding at their various answers. “Those were all good choices. Now lets put one into practice. “Y/N, I want you on your knees.” Something changed in his eyes. They were dark and dangerous, and you felt your legs quiver in anticipation. You quickly obeyed, sliding of the table and onto your knees. He positioned himself in front fo you,his pelvis at eye level. 

“Now, babygirl, take the zipper in your teeth and unzip my pants without using your hands.” You looked up at him through your lashes, searching for any sign that he was playing. You leaned forward, using your tongue to place the zipper pull between your teeth, slowly lowering your head as you heard the zipper unlatching. He undid his belt and unbuttoned the single button, leaving his pants now laid open. You could see the black of his boxers, you mouth watering at the sight.

“Now, pull my pants down with your hands, then place your hands on your lap.” You did as you were told, resting your noe trembling hands on your lap as you waited for his next command.

“As you can see class, her hands are slightly shaking. Is it from anticipation, want, fear? This is where communication is vital.” He looked down at you, his voice becoming soft as he spoke to you. 

“If you ever want me to stop, just say so. I want you to always feel safe, and know that I would never do anything to hurt you.” You nodded in assent, desire evident in your gaze as you watched him.

“Now, be a good girl and pull my boxers down with your teeth, that’s it, just like that. Using only your tongue, I want you to guide my cock into your mouth.” The second your warm, wet, tongue touched the head of his cock, he let out a breathy sigh. His legs tensed,the muscles stretching tight under his heated flesh. He was heavy on your tongue and you could feel him growing harder in the warm cavern of your mouth. It was mind shattering how his filthy words, mixed with the salty taste of precum, made you hungry for more. In the background, you could hear the scuffling of seats as the students leaned forward. The thought of you on full display, letting someone watch you, had your body buzzing with need. The idea of you pleasuring someone, and having others know it was you doing this to him, and not them, made you feel empowered. His voice brought you back to the present, and you were ready to oblige his next orders. 

“Hollow your cheeks, princess. I want to feel the back of your throat. I want to feel it tighten as you swallow around me.” You wondered if you could take in the entirety of his length and girth, but you were damned and determined to make it happen. You felt the prick of tears in your eyes, but you had lost all sense to back off. You wanted, no, you needed, to feel all of him in your mouth. 

“Now class, shehow compliant she is. She wants this just as much as you do. She wants to please you, because she knows you will please her in return. Watch carefully as I then fist my fingers in her hair, holding her head still as I begin to thrust my hips and fuck into her hot, wet mouth.” The groan that escaped his lungs filled the large room. You could barely hear the clearing of throats and feminine sighs over the thrumming of your heart in your ears. 

“See how well she takes me, my cock fully sheathed until I can feel the back of her throat. At this point- Fuck. At this point, i can already feel my orgasm building, just from watching that pretty little head moving back and forth as I set the pace. But,I’m not ready yet. She deserves some much needed attention too. Right?” 

Everyone agreed, their own voices strained and thick. Without warning, he pulled his hips back, slipping out of your mouth with a sloppy wet pop. His fingers untangled themselves from your hair. You watched as he offered his hand to you, wrapping long slender fingers around yours as you took his hand. He helped you up, his eyes running up and down your body, finally settling on your lust blown pupils.

“Alright babygirl, up on the table.” He easily lifted you up, gently setting you back down where you had started. With a gentle push, he had you laying back on the table. He reached under each knee, pulling you towards him. You felt him move your legs as he told the class your next moves.

“Legs apart and spread them wide for me princess. Good, now just close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.” You shut your eyes tight, every nerve fiber at the ready for a touch, for anything. 

“Come closer everyone. I want you to really see what happens when she is worshipped and touched in the most intimate of ways. Watch how she reacts when I do this.” Your entire body shook with need, wanting to feel any part of him touching you. You almost came when you felt his tongue, wide and flat, run up along the seam of your folds which were already dripping and coated in your sweet juices. His hands were hot on your flesh as they held your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt to the class. Feeling you shake, he smiled against you. 

“Don’t move baby or else I’m going to have to smack that pretty little ass of yours.” The ‘oohs’ and snickers had your head spinning. “Now class, watch and learn. She’s now laid open and needy, hungry for my lips to latch onto her clit. It’s buzzing and tingling, craving for attention, isn’t princess?” You nodded quickly, unable to make coherent words form in your head or on your lips.

He darts his tongue out, barely flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. You can’t help the low breathy moan that falls from your lips in a whimper. Your back arches off the table, hands searching for purchase on something, anything, to keep you grounded. 

“Did you see that? She how she shows me, without words, thats she wants more? Now lets see how she does when I do this, shall we?” He pullsyourclit between his teeth, nipping at it gingerly. Your hands find the tousled dark locks of his hair, gathering them in your fists as you push his head down further. He laps at your clit, the tip swirling tight hard circles over your nub as your begin to moan louder. He leans his head back, his mouth and chin glistening from your slick juices.

“Hear those sounds? That’s what pleasure sounds like. Those are needy desire filled moans.” You shook the desk with the force of your body shuddering. His voice was deep, almost menacing, as he spoke. 

You nearly cum as he dips a finger inside you, slowly dragging it along your walls.  When he take a second finger, entering you and scissoring them apart. You mewl and keen without caring who heard. You could feel the sting and stretch as he opens you up, making you ready to welcome him inside of you. 

You are bereft of contact, suddenly cold with the absence of his lips on your dripping wet pussy. You turn your head left and right, searching for any indication of where he was. His voice guided your senses until your head was looking in his direction. 

“Let’s watch her come undone class. Let’s watch her as she become raw and unbridled. I want to watch her as she looks at me. Let’s learn together, okay. But, I won’t let her cum until you all tell me if you think she’s ready.” He is looking at you, your skirt up around your waist, your panties at your ankles. He situates himself between your legs, the warm, a welcomed intrusion. He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweetness before hie dips  them under the lining of your bralette. He brings the edges down, exposing your breast to the cool air. Your nipples harden as he blows cool air across them, taking one is his hand and twisting it harshly between his fingers while his mouth suckles on the other. You grip his arms, digging your nails into his strong biceps. He frees one breast from his hold as they trail down your sides and to your hips. His fingers dig in, hard enough to know you will have bruises later that day. He drags you across the table until your ass is just on the ledge. You feel his hard cock coming to nestle between your folds, slicking it from base to head. 

“Open your eyes babygirl. Look me in the eyes, and don’t look away.” He wraps his hand around his cock, the head a deep purple, as he gives it a few slow languid strokes. His other hand is still buried between your legs, pumping in and out of you, bringing you dangerously close to release. Your eyes open, focusing in on his. His pupil are full blown, dark and dangerous if you didn’t know what he was planning to do to you. But you did know, and that hint of danger had you thriving for more. You had to have him filling you up, claiming you as his, if only for this moment. 

“P-please.” it was barely a whisper, but he had heard your words. Something changed when he heard you. It was no longer a carnal need, but something more that made him want to have you. It was the long pent up feelings he had for you that made him want to claim you as his, and his alone. 

He placed the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you until you were a writhing mess. Forgetting about the class, he rolled his hips forward, inching deeper and deeper inside of you. You felt like home, the way hit fit inside you, your velvet wals stretching the closing around his length like you two were made for each other. The surroundings disappeared as he looked down at you. You were beautiful, in the throws of pure unadulterated passion, and he had never seen such raw unhinged beauty as he saw now. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Do you even know how purely sexy you look right now? I will never get enough of looking at you, claiming your body as mine.” He could care less if the class was privy to the fact that he wanted you, craved you. He bent down over you, ghosting his lips over yours. When they parted in a sigh, he claimed your mouth in a fevered kiss. You could taste the heady mixture of your juices and him. Tongues danced and sought to claim dominance. You were lost in him. To hell with holding back your feelings, to hell with the risk that could come with wanting to be his. 

He set a tortuous rhythm, your back lifting off the table to meet him thrust for thrust. You didn’t care about the hardness of the table as it dug into you ass cheeks, you only cared about how he was filling you and driving you to your apex. The coil tightened in your gut, burning with a need to snap. He reached under one knee, lifting your leg up and over his shoulder as he angled deeper, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips.

He was faltering in his pace, his own orgasm closing in. He wanted to hold out, wanted to see you come undone beneath him. 

“Come on baby, cum  for me. Let me watch you was you come undone because of me.” HIs words pushed you over the crest, rising like a phoenix from the ashes, before you were weightless and falling. Flashes of stars, in every color, filled your vision behind closed lids. The moment your walls clenched down around him, he was lost in the feeling. His cock pulsed and twitched, his seed spilling into you hot and thick. He collapsed onto your chest, both of you panting and gasping for precious air. Opening your eyes, you knew it, you knew you loved him, and from the look in his eyes, he felt the same way. He let his forehead fall against yours, hip lips pressing tenderly to yours. As the realization that there was a class full of people watching, you let out a small giggle. 

“Umm, webetter finish class, professor.” you whispered. He looked around cautiously, a smile curling at his lips. The females were fanning themselves with their folders, and the guys were wide-eyed and slack jawed. The was utter silence as Namjoon began to talk. 

“Well, umm, class. That is how you can tell if you are giving and receiving proper oral from someone you’re with. Review your notes, and if you get the chance, practice what your learned. I may give, pardon the pun, an oral test next week. Class is dismissed. 

He quickly pulled finished dressing before the doors opened, helping you up into a sitting position. He aided you in getting your top back on and helping you down from the desk. 

“I think we may need to talk about what just happened.” You said as you stood up, legs still wobbly. “I’m not saying what just happened was bad, but what happened during it.” You were hoping he would understand without you having to come out and say anything. 

“Y/N. I have wanted to be with you like that for the past year. I couldn’t sit back and not do anything about it anymore. I will probably get fired for being with you, but I don’t care any more. I’m in love with you and I want the world to know it.” 

You stepped to him, cupping his face in your hands. You forced him to look at you. 

“Namjoon, I would be lying to both of us if I said I didn’t fell the exact same way. After what just happened, I am irrevocably yours, if you’ll have me. I only want you, only want to be with you, in every way. “ You kissed him, hoping you could show him how true your words were, when speaking them wasn’t enough. When you broke away,  only parting because your lungs were desperate for air, he wrapped you in his arms. 

“By the way, you would have gotten five stars and an A plus plus if that was your test.” You smacked his shoulder, your cheeks a bright hot red. He kissed the tip of your nose before pulling you closer. His chin rested on the top of your head as you placed your ear to his chest. His still rapidly beating say a thousand unspoken words. 

“I love you Y/N. I think I always have, since the day you first stepped into my classroom three years ago.” 

“I love you too, Joon. Always will.” 

“That’s professor Joon to you.” He smiled down at you, his dimples deep and eyes bright. Yeah,being Teacher’s Aide had a whole new meaning now.

tagging my smut squad of beauties

@jungkook-me-down @namjoonieftw @seoulsunshineandstories @aspaceformyself @xjamlessparkx @flora-jimin @jinitude

@namluve

[bangtaninink]

closer by ravyn lenae, taehyung, sugar daddy au 🥵

Here’s the song!

You stare down at your phone, too distracted by your most recent text from Taehyung to focus on the rest of the lecture. Thursday is the day after tomorrow, and you have absolutely no idea what you need to be doing to get ready for it.

“Don’t forget, next week is the due date for your midterm papers, everyone,” Professor Kang announces, organising his notes. “Tomorrow will be your last chance to grovel for an extension.”

The laughter in the theatre brings you back to reality, coming to just as Professor Kang dismisses the class.

“What’d he say?” you ask Jinah next to you, packing up your stuff.

“He just reminded us that our paper’s due next week. Weren’t you listening?” Jinah replies, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nope.”

“Typical.” She scoffs, shaking her head. “It’s a wonder how you’re one of the best students when you hardly ever pay attention. Meanwhile, I’m here, going to every damn lecture, and still struggling to pass everything. I’m stealing your notes later.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“You going to work now?”

“Yeah,” you reply, sighing. “Eunseok better not be there again, or I swear to God, I’m quitting.”

“I’ll be praying for you,” Jinah says, laughing. “Alright. I gotta go. See you at home.”

                                                      〰️

“Your change comes to 10,000 Won,” you say, handing money back to the customer. “Who was ne–”

Taehyung smiles at you as he steps up to the counter, hands tucked comfortably into the pockets of his slacks.

“Hello…” He leans forward slightly, making a show of looking down at your name badge. “_____.” You press your lips together, holding back laughter.

“Hi,” you say. “What can I get for you?”

“Mmm, I’ll have a mocha frappuccino, with extra whipped cream.” Taehyung looks over his shoulder at the man standing behind him, looking off to the side, earpiece curling around the shell of his right ear. “You want anything, Jeongguk?”

“Oh. Uh. Sure,” Jeongguk says. “I’ll have an Americano, iced, with an extra shot, thank you, _____.”

“A mocha frappuccino and an Americano,” you repeat. “Would you like anything else today… sir?”

You feel smug, watching Taehyung’s eyebrow twitch, almost laughing at the expression on Jeongguk’s face as he overhears.

“That’ll be all, thank you,” Taehyung replies, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a thin leather wallet. He looks down at the display in front of the register, pulling out a single, crisp fifty-thousand Won note. “Keep the change, angel.”

He sends you a wink before he walks over to a table with Jeongguk following right behind, eyes undoubtedly turning his way as people stare, wondering why the sole heir of Bangtan Enterprises is getting his coffee at a cafe that is no where near Gangnam.

Lazy steps signal Yoongi stepping out of the back room to join you at the counter, default straight face slowly turning into slight annoyance.

“What’s happening?” he asks.

“Kim Taehyung is here, boss man,” Hoseok says, singsongy. 

“What? Why?”

“Who knows? Who cares? He’s at our cafe.”

“What’d he order?”

“Uhh…” Hoseok looks over your shoulder, slinging a tea towel over his shoulder. “A mocha frappuccino with extra whipped cream, and an iced Americano with an extra shot of coffee. Three guesses which drink is for who?”

“Whichever one of you is making his drinks, make sure it’s good. We don’t need to be roasted and dragged through the mud during his next press conference,” Yoongi says, already shuffling back to return to the back office.

“Hey, Yoongi?” you ask; he hums in response. “He paid with a fifty-thousand Won bill and told me to keep the change. Just so you know.”

“Wh– that’s like forty-thousand Won,” Hoseok says, gawking at the money in your hand.

“He’s not gonna take it back, I don’t think.”

“Um.” Yoongi looks down at the money, scratching his head as he is, for once, taken aback. “What… are we supposed to try and give it back?”

“I mean,” you say. “We can try, but I don’t think he’ll take it.”

“Yeah, and besides: what’s forty-thousand Won to one of the richest guys in the country?” Hoseok says, grinning.

“Just–” Yoongi sighs, glancing down once more at the money, then back up to you and Hoseok. “Make his drinks. Don’t keep him waiting.”

You shrug, saying, “you’re the boss.”

“And bring them out to him, _____.”

“Wh–”

“What, you’re gonna make the Kim Taehyung collect his drinks? Like… like some sort of pleb?” Hoseok says, eyes wide. “You’re insane. I told you college was rotting your brain, girl.”

You snort and walk to the other end of the counter, getting to work on making Taehyung’s drinks.

You’re in the middle of extracting shots of coffee when the door to the cafe opens, and a loud group of people walk in, with very little care for the rest of the patrons around.

Of course one of them has to be Eunseok.

Hoseok busily takes the group’s orders while you finish up on Taehyung’s drinks, dreading the moment you have to take them to his table when you notice Eunseok and the rest of his friends sit themselves down on tables between the counter and Taehyung, leaving you with no choice but to walk past them.

“All done?” Hoseok asks, coming over to you to get to work on the next batch of orders.

“Yeah,” you say. “Hey, Seok. How would you like to be the one to deliver Kim Taehyung’s drinks to him personally?”

“Nope,” Yoongi interrupts; you and Hoseok flinch.

“What th– I thought you went to the back!”

“I figured I should probably stay here and make sure you guys don’t mess up a billionaire’s coffee. Anyway. You take the drinks out, _____.”

“Why me?”

“You’re the prettiest face in this cafe right now. We need to make a good impression.”

“Uh, one: I’m offended, but two: I agree,” Hoseok says. “Knowing me, I’m gonna choke and trip on air. It’s probably for the best that you do it.”

You sigh quietly, but reach for a tray to carry the drinks over on.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Yoongi says, hand on your arm to stop you. You watch, confused when he walks over to the cake display case, taking a slice of the strawberry shortcake and the chocolate cake, placing it down onto the tray too.

“Uh, I don’t think he’ll–” you start.

“_____. He could drive this cafe to the ground with one bad word. Our jobs depend on this.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll go. Jeez.”

You snort and shake your head, laughing as you walk away from the counter. The laughter dies down, however, when you remember what – or rather, who – you’ll need to pass to get to Taehyung, and you steel yourself, avoiding eye contact.

Despite your best efforts, you don’t make it through without a hiccup.

Fortunately for you, you catch the way Eunseok sticks his foot out in an attempt to trip you with a full tray. You still trip, but by some grace of God, you manage to not spill anything. You don’t realise you’d been holding in a breath until you’re standing upright again, feeling your heart pounding as Eunseok and his friends laugh loudly.

As usual, Taehyung doesn’t miss a thing.

“Jeez. Watch where you’re going, you klutz,” Eunseok cries as you continue to walk over to Taehyung’s table. “You could’ve spilled drinks all over Kim Taehyung.” His laughter stops immediately as he realises what he’d just said. “K-Kim Taehyung?”

“You alright?” Taehyung asks quietly, eyebrows furrowed as you set down his and Jeongguk’s drinks.

“Hmm? Yeah, no I’m good. It’s just Eunseok,” you reply, shrugging and feigning nonchalance.

“Just Eunseok,” Jeongguk replies. “That sounds sus. Want me to beat him up?”

“No, Jeongguk. It’s fine.” You chuckle softly. “Don’t ruin your suit. I actually really like this one.”

“See? I was right. All black is the way to go, sir. Even _____ agrees.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem to let go of what happened, and you notice this, quick to step and block his view as he tries to glance over at Eunseok’s table.

“Don’t,” you say. “You’re gonna do something crazy. I can see it in your eyes. Just leave it. He’s just an idiot who’s been tackled in rugby too many times. He’s got three braincells left – tops.” Jeongguk snorts, almost choking on a sip of coffee. “Just enjoy your coffee and free cake.”

“Dibs on the chocolate one,” Jeongguk says, already pulling the plate closer to himself.

Taehyung is quiet, before exhaling through his nose with restrained frustration and looking up at you.

“Alright,” he says. “If you say so. Thank you, petal.”

“Call out if you need anything else.”

                                                      〰️

“Who the fuck is that?” Yoongi asks quietly, clearly having seen everything, judging by the scowl on his face.

“Just some idiot that’s been trying to make my life a living hell since freshman year. No biggie,” you say, shrugging and putting the tray down on the counter.

“‘No bigg–’? _____, he just tried to trip you!”

“Yeah, so?”

“So?” Hoseok cries, slamming down a plastic cup on the bench. “_____.”

“Guys. Just leave him. There are bigger problems in the world than an idiot with a 2.1 GPA.”

Yoongi sighs.

“Fine. How was Mr. Kim?” he asks.

“He was alright. He didn’t bite my head off, if that’s what you were expecting. I didn’t melt into a puddle in the awesome of his presence either.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t,” Hoseok says with a nod, impressed.

“He’s a human being, Seok. Not an alien,” you reply, laughing.

“Eh. Could’ve fooled me.”

                                                     〰️

“Hi. Excuse me.”

Eunseok turns with a confused sound, scowl etched on his features, until he realises the person who has called for his attention is Taehyung. He starts to cough, coffee trickling down his throat the wrong way.

“H-hi. Hello. Yes. Kim Taehyung, sir,” he says, clearing his throat. The girl beside him nudges his side as a violent reminder, and Eunseok stands, bowing his head.

“What’s your name?” Taehyung asks, taking a loud sip of his drink.

“L-Lee Eunseok!”

“Eunseok, huh? Are you a student at the university near here too?”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“What’s your major?”

“Ah, I’m… kind of between majors right now. Just tryin’ to find the right one for me, ya know?” (Jeongguk snorts, turning to look out the window to not make his distaste obvious.) “But I’m the soccer of the captain team! I-I mean… captain of the soccer team.”

“I-I’m on the soccer team too, sir!” one of Eunseok’s friends pitches in, leaning forward for Taehyung to see.

“I see,” Taehyung says, rolling his cup around in his hand. “And the girl who served me my coffee?”

“Who, _____?” Eunseok scoffs. “She’s just some nerd who spends all her time getting on lecturers’ ‘good sides’ and volunteers at some stupid animal shelter. Hardly worth your time or attention, sir.”

“Is that right?”

“She’s, like, top of the class or somethin’,” one of the girls at the table says, rolling her eyes. “And she’s on scholarship or whatever. What a snooze.”

“I take it you guys aren’t fans of hers,” Taehyung says, eyebrow arched.

“Well, yeah. She ratted out Eunseok oppa for cheating on his mid term paper and final exam in sophomore year. But, like… he only cheated because if he didn’t pass his classes, he wasn’t gonna be let onto the team anymore. He barely made it on that year.”

Taehyung sees Jeongguk press his fist to his lips, disguising more laughter as a restrained cough. Taehyung agrees wholeheartedly with his bodyguard, but remains calm.

“Hey, uh, Mister Kim Taehyung, sir,” Eunseok says. “What brings you out here anyway?”

“Hmm? Oh. Just… passing through. I don’t get to visit this side of Seoul very often, and I had some time to kill,” Taehyung replies with a small shrug. “Anyway. We should get going, I think. I should get back to work.”

“No, yeah, of course! Right!” Taehyung thinks Eunseok’s head could fall off with how much he’s nodding. “I-It was really nice to meet you, sir.”

Jeongguk is the first to stand, adjusting his suit jacket before stepping aside to let Taehyung walk ahead of him. 

Taehyung gives the table a nod and a smile, before approaching to counter.

Hoseok, manning the counter, freezes, eyes wide.

“Hello. Hoseok, was it? I’d like to ask, if I can: were you the one who made our coffee today?” Taehyung asks.

“Uh… it was mostly _____, but I’ll take some credit if you’d like,” Hoseok replies, laughing.

“Seok, don’t forget to refill the paper cups as w–” Yoongi stops, mid sentence, noticing Taehyung at the counter.

“Hi there. You are…?” Taehyung says, head tilting slightly.

“U-um… Min Yoongi. I’m the manager here. Sir.”

“Ah, the manager! Well then, thank you for the hospitality. I’m sure I speak on my and Jeongguk’s behalf when I say that the coffee was great. I’ll be sure to recommend this cafe to my friends if they ever happen to pass by this part of town.”

“Oh my g– wow. Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.”

“Of course. Is… _____ still here? Hoseok here mentioned that she was the one who made our coffees. I’d like to extend my compliments if I could,” Taehyung says, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter.

“Yes, no, of course! Give me a second.” Taehyung watches as Yoongi pokes his head into the back room, yelling out your name. “Hi. Yeah. She’s just here.”

“What?” you ask, clipboard in hand, stepping out to approach the counter and resting against it. “Oh, hey. Were you after something else?”

“No, we’re on our way out, and Jeongguk and I just want to say thank you for the coffee. It was lovely, _____.”

“Oh, no problem. Stop by anytime you’d like. We’ll be here.”

“Agreed,” Hoseok says, nodding.

“Noted.”

Taehyung straightens up, hands still flat on the counter, and you look down to watch his fingers tap against the laminated wood. When you glance up, he has a pensive look on his face, but he doesn’t give you a second to question it before he’s leaning forward, gingerly cradling your chin on his finger and thumb as he kisses you.

You hear gasps, camera shutters going off on phones, people coughing as they choke on sips of coffee and bites of cake, and Hoseok dropping plastic cups behind you.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, and you roll your eyes and laugh.

“What happened to ‘lowkey’, huh?” you ask, arching a brow.

Taehyung shrugs as he leans back, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks, saying, “changed my mind.” You lock eyes with Jeongguk over Taehyung’s shoulder; he laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Also. You didn’t reply to my text.”

“Wh– I was in a lecture!”

“Ugh. Studying.”

“I’m sorry. Who was the one who cancelled a dinner date because I, quote, ‘needed to finish the term paper, even if it’s not contributing to your final grade’?”

“Oof. She got you there,” Jeongguk says.

“You’re not helping,” Taehyung says, sighing. “Are you okay for Thursday though?”

“Hmm.” You turn around to look at Yoongi, whose eyes resemble marbles. “Am I rostered on for Thursday, Yoongs? Yoongs? Yoongi.”

“Huh? What? What’s up?”

“Am I working on Thursday?” you ask.

“You… uh… um… I… n-no?”

You turn back to Taehyung, shrugging and saying, “guess I’m free for Thursday.”

“Perfect,” Taehyung replies with a grin. “Should I come back and pick you up after your shift today? I’m free after seven.”

“Nah. I’m alright. I have to study tonight.”

“Right. Of course. Well, we should let you guys get back to work then. Call me when you get home so I know your alive, angel.”

“Will do. Have fun with work,” you say. “Bye, Jeongguk!”

“See you later, _____,” Jeongguk says, smiling as he waves.

“Thank you again, Yoongi, Hoseok,” Taehyung says, nodding his head with a smile. “I’m sure I’ll see you guys again soon. Let’s go, Guk.”

“After you.”

Jeongguk steps aside again to let Taehyung walk first, and Taehyung turns on his heels to start walking, only to stop mid-stride. You watch him turn to face the rest of the tables in the cafe with a smile.

“Eunseok.” Your eyes grow wide. Fuck. “Hope everything goes well with your studying, champ. Try not to cheat in the future though. That’s not very cool. Enjoy the rest of your evening, everyone!”

Jeongguk doesn’t even try to hold back his laughter as he holds the door open for Taehyung.

[daysswithyou]

I’m Serious

Characters: Wonpil x You

Genre: 95% angst, 5% fluff

Word count: 5.1k 

Description: I’m serious. My eyes say that I like you. Why don’t you feel it?

-----

[Final year of high school]

You remember where it first started. Under that big willow tree by the corner of the school field.

"Done!"

"Yay! Thank you!"

I turn around to face a grinning Wonpil as he passed the marker back to me.

"Now that you've signed my uniform... what else is there for you to do? Oh yes! The book!"

He raises his eyebrows at you as you rummage through your bag, presenting to him a notebook and pen.

"Write a small message in the book for me? I want to remember everyone that has been with me on this high school journey."

"Sure."

"First page, left the biggest space for you."

Wonpil bursts out laughing at the sight of his big face plastered on the first page. But soon he calms down, thinking long and hard about what to write in your book, chewing on the ends of your pen as he thinks.

There's so much he wants to say...but he's afraid he'll scare you away. How to be subtle yet clear about it?

He blushes furiously as he pens down the words sincerely, biting onto his lower lip the entire way to prevent himself from grinning widely.

"Done! You can read it now."

"Now?"

"Yea." A nod and a grin.

The notebook returns to your hands and you find the page easily, reading through it slowly.

In his classic long-winded style, Wonpil starts with how he first met you in middle school, then goes on to basically narrate your entire friendship through middle school and high school. Yet the essence of the message is in the last line.

Let's hang out more over summer break? Namsan Tower? We can take a stroll along the bridge with love locks!

He looks at you expectantly, awaiting your favorable reply yet your reaction is not one that he expects.

"Yea we can go Namsan! See the pretty summer foliage but love locks? Ayyy why would we go there? We're not a couple!"

You punch him in the shoulder zestfully, hoping to lighten up the heavy mood that threatens to suffocate the both of you.

"Ayyy you're right, what was I thinking? Love locks? Pffft it's kind of overrated. Let's not go there. When do you want to go to Namsan?"

"Next week? But then again I've got plans elsewhere too..."

You rattle on and on about your schedule and plans for the summer holidays, but at this point, Wonpil was listening only halfheartedly.

So... I guess you're going to just laugh it over huh?

---

[Present day; sophomore year in college]

"Yah Y/N!"

You jump at the sudden loud voice, wondering why on Earth Kim Wonpil was still in school at this ungodly timing.

You hear footsteps thundering towards you as you turn, finding a mop of long brown hair right in front of you soon after.

"Why are you still here?"

"Waiting for you."

"Why? We didn't arrange to meet for dinner today right?"

"We didn't. I wanted to wait for you so we could go home together."

"You didn't have to-"

"Y/N!"

Another voice interrupts your conversation with Wonpil, and you both turn to look at the new participant.

"Hi Jinyoung, not heading home yet?"

"No, I wanted to say bye to you before leaving."

"Oh...you didn't have to! I was still inside talking to Prof Oh about the project, you must have waited for a long time."

"For you, it's ok. Get home safely Y/N! Your friend?"

"Oh, him? Yes, since middle school. Wonpil, meet Jinyoung! We take classes on digital design together."

"Nice to meet you Wonpil. Jinyoung."

"Nice to meet you too Jinyoung."

Something is off.

There was nothing wrong with Wonpil's greeting but you know he's not acting like himself. Wonpil would always greet people with a smile, not like this with a stoic facial expression.

Does he not like Jinyoung?

Jinyoung shifts his eyes nervously between you and Wonpil, sensing the tension in the air too. Eager to leave, Jinyoung breaks the silence first.

"I'll make a move then. Get home safely Y/N!"

Jinyoung ruffles your hair as a parting gesture but from the corner of your eye, you can see Wonpil shooting daggers towards the both of you. More specifically, at Jinyoung and the hand that lay atop of your head. His smoldering gaze follows Jinyoung even as he moves further away from you, turning to wave goodbye to you.

"Wonpil ah, did you have to stare so intensely at Jinyoung? You scared him."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just making sure he wouldn't try anything funny with you, some guys out there are scary."

"Not Jinyoung, he's fine."

"You two are close?"

"Quite? We're design assistants under Prof Oh now so I see him often."

"Is he nice to you?"

"Well. Yea. He's sweet, he buys me dinner sometimes when I'm busy and I forget. He stays back to help me when I hit a creative block. Small things like these that touch the heart. He's actually a pretty good guy."

"Woah really? Wow my little friend Y/N is all grown up now!"

"Oh would you stop teasing me? I just said I might, not I would."

"Just asking for fun. If you had to choose someone to date, who would you choose? Jinyoung or me?"

"How can I possibly choose? Both of you are equally good guys."

"Come on, that's not an answer!"

"It is! Besides, it's not a serious question. You just asked for fun right?"

I'm trying to start a conversation to figure out how you feel, masking it as a joke so you wouldn't know. Yet it seems like I'll never get an answer from you.

"Ah forget that I ever asked. I don't have to know the answer anyways."

He sticks out his tongue to make a face at you, and you do the same to spite him. The bus ride is silent as you fall asleep on his shoulder, Wonpil barely moving an inch to make sure you won't wake up.

Back home, he flops down on his bed with a heavy heart, puffing up his cheeks in annoyance as his mind replays your answers to his questions.

Why can't she just give me a straight answer? Is she really going to continue to be ambiguous?

His phone buzzes with a special tone, and he flips it over immediately, knowing it was a message from you.

Thank you for sending me home today. I’ll get you some patches for your shoulder tomorrow, sorry about that ^^’’’

It’s ok, I got them at home. Rest well princess

His thumb hovers over the heart emoji, wondering if he should include it in the text.

If I do this, it’ll be very obvious right? She’s so oblivious, I got to make it obvious.

It’s ok, I got them at home. Rest well princess <3

He added in the heart emoji for good measure, placing the phone screen down on his chest as he waits for your reply. He envisions a getting a cute text back, and he has to use the back of his hand to cover his mouth, lest his giggling noises arouses suspicion from his family. He didn’t have to wait long for your text back, but his smile immediately fades when he sees your reply.

Princess? BLEH :P Rest well too Piri! See you tomorrow.

No hearts, no emojis, no nothing. Just plain text. With nothing else left to reply, he locks the phone screen and tosses it to the side of his bed.

Wah I’m really going crazy here. How do I get her to realize my feelings? I’ve left so many hints! What else more should I do?

With no answer to his questions, Wonpil is left staring at the ceiling again as he runs his hands through his hair and face in frustration, just like every other night.

---

“Yah Kim Wonpil. You need to look away. If you don’t, either your eyes will pop out of their sockets first, or both of them will go up in smoldering flames.”

“What?”

Wonpil hears Sungjin’s voice, but does not register what the older says. Rolling his eyes, Sungjin shifts left to sit right in front of Wonpil, effectively blocking his view of both you and Jinyoung.

“Hyung!”

“Why do you keep looking? Just leave them be. Staring at her isn’t going to magically make her fall in love with you. So you either go out there and do something, or else you give her up.”

Sungjin then takes a look at his beeping watch, uttering out farewell to Wonpil with his mouth full of sandwich before hurrying off to Physics Lecture.

Perhaps Sungjin has a point, maybe I should give her up?

The thought eats away at Wonpil for the rest of the day, earning him a earful from his lecturer when he was caught not paying attention. And later on in the day, another earful from Sungjin during band practise when he messes up the keys for the song transition. Even as he lies on his bed at 1am attempting to fall asleep, he finds his mind wandering back to you. Memories of you that start way back in middle school surfaces in his mind, each giving him more and more reason to like you.

Your hardworking self; never missing class clean-up duty even if that means you have to rush back from consultations with teachers.

Your kind self; volunteering your free time at animal shelters, orphanages and elderly care centres. Sometimes you even go the extra mile for them, travelling to far flung places when they are short on manpower.

Your brave self; standing up against friends and elders who do not realise that their actions are wrong.

Yet, Wonpil is also well aware that you’re not perfect.

You can be quick to anger; blowing up at people just because you were cranky that morning.

You can be blunt sometimes; not really thinking about the weight of your words before saying them.

You can be unreceptive to feedback; you might pull a black face the whole day, just because someone said something you didn’t quite agree with.

Despite your flaws, Wonpil sees redeeming qualities. Over the years, you’ve acknowledged your flaws and you’ve been slowly improving on them. Small things like apologising at the end of the day after yelling at someone, makes you more endearing to him.

I like her because, and I love her despite. How could I possibly give up on someone like that?

Yet Wonpil only sets himself up for heartbreak - for not being to let you go.

---

At the end of each day, Wonpil goes home to nurse a bruised heart. All day long, he has to watch you and Jinyoung get all chummy with one another. The smiles shared between one another, the hand holding and all that sort of stuff he doesn't even want to think about.

But the worst part comes when he's with you, and yet he doesn't have your attention.

Barely able to hide the annoyance in his voice, he asks,

“Who are you texting?”

“Jinyoung.”

Him again. Why won’t you just pay attention to me for once?

Wonpil’s jaw tighten and his fists clench, his lips now set in a straight line as he watches you with sad eyes.

You spare him a quick glance from the corner of your eye, noticing the change in his mood but yet you still want to reply Jinyoung, so you try your best to bid for some time.

“Sorry, let me just reply to this one text real quick…”

You type out a speedy reply, promising to text Jinyoung again tonight before you turn your attention back to Wonpil.

“Sorry Piri! What were you saying?”

“What time do you end tomorrow in school?”

“You’re planning to wait again? I’m going to be late though, got a project meeting with Prof Oh till 9 and then I’m seeing Jinyoung for a short while after.”

“Jinyoung? What for?”

“I have no idea but it probably won’t take long.”

“I’ll wait for you then.”

“Really Pil, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to! Will you just not argue with me and agree to it?”

“Alright! Geez what is up with you?”

You land a light punch on his stomach, and Wonpil finally laughs again at your cute antics.

It’s so easy for you to make me happy but when will it finally be my turn to make you happy?

---

[2100, outside Prof Oh’s office]

Jinyoung and you bade the professor goodbye as she locks up her office, and Jinyoung waits till she’s out of earshot before turning to you.

“Y/N.”

“Yea? Oh right, you said you wanted to tell me something.”

“To be exact, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go straight ahead.”

“Hand?”

“Hand? Why’d you need my hand?”

Despite your doubts, you trust Jinyoung so you give your hand as you he asks, looking away for a moment to see if Wonpil has arrived. You snap your head back when you feel cool metal against your skin, the sound of small charms tingling in the air.

“Oh what-”

“It’s a gift, and I was hoping you’ll wear it to the year end dinner and dance.”

“Ah so this is what it is all about… Park Jinyoung I didn’t know you were that sneaky. Luring me in.”

“Well, I can’t show all my skills at one go right? So is this a yes?”

“Yea I would love to.”

You watch as Jinyoung smiles from ear to ear, before he leans forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

Yet, instead of feeling all warm and fuzzy after the kiss, you are left wide-eyed with shock, your system not welcoming the sudden kiss at all. Your first instinct is to remove yourself from the scene, and the first person you thought of was Wonpil. You wanted him close to make you feel safe, yet he was nowhere in sight.

Wonpil...where are you…you’re supposed to be here...

Unbeknownst to you, he was there, just not in your line of sight. From his well-hidden spot behind the pillar, he could see and hear everything. Anger bubbled within him when he realised that he lost to Jinyoung again, and he nearly crushed the supper he had so painstakingly made for you after his own dinner. But the fatal stab to the heart was the kiss and he took your inaction as acceptance. The image sears in his mind, the dreaded feeling of losing you crawls under his skin.

He leaves the scene, leaving the broken pieces of his heart scattered around. Maybe you’ll finally step on one, and notice his unwavering heart for you when it’s too late.

---

The last contact you had with Wonpil for the past 2 weeks leading up to dinner and dance was the supper he made for you after the incident. You had got home late after trying to shake off Jinyoung, and by then the soup had gone cold. He left you a note that read:

To: Y/N:

Sorry for not turning up in school, I wasn’t feeling too well. But Mum made some soup and had me bring it over. Heat it up before you drink it and don’t stay up too late.

But you could taste the lie in the soup. Only he would know to put carrots instead of celery in the soup, knowing how much you disliked the latter.

Why’d you have to lie?

Yet you knew he must have his reasons so you decided not to question him. You barely saw him in school; he seemed to be busy, always rushing off to places after a quick greeting to you along the corridors.

But you knew you had to find out why he lied, so you sent him a message, hoping he would finally be willing to talk to you again.

Come over at 5pm tomorrow? I need help.

The message was instantly read but the “Online” status quickly went off. Despite not getting a response, it was a good start that was enough to give you hope.

---

"You called me all the way over here - for this?"

"To be fair... I called you because you were the only one that lived close enough to help me with this. Come in and close the door behind you."

Why do I do this to myself...

Despite the pain in his heart, all Wonpil did was let out a soft sigh of exasperation, before entering your room and shutting the door behind himself.

"What do you need help-"

He turned around to face you, only to find the door to your bathroom closed, light shining through from the bottom slit.

With nothing else to do, he sat down by the edge of your bed, eyes scanning your room aimlessly. Upon closer inspection, he found something amiss about your room. To be precise, there were new additions to your room - additions that were an absolute eyesore to look at. Lying on top of your desk, was the bracelet Jinyoung got you. He recognised the rose quartz charm, your birthstone for a Cancer baby.

But even now, and like all the previous occasions, Wonpil could only watch as his heart clenched in pain, nails digging into the palm of his hands to stop himself from dismantling the bracelet. He had to admit, it was a smart move by Jinyoung. Something you would wear all the time, so you would be constantly reminded of Jinyoung. Wonpil didn't realise how intensely he was staring at the bracelet until you stood right in front of him to get his attention.

"Wonpil? I called you 5 times and you didn't even respond, what are you preoccupied with?"

"Oh- I-I was just...you know. Admiring the bracelet."

He then gestures vaguely in the direction of that...thing he so very much detested before letting his arm drop back heavily to his lap, the corners of his lips lifting into a stiff smile just to make sure you would not suspect a thing.

But you saw through him; the stiff posture, the tight lines around his eyes, and the happiness that wasn't reflected in his eyes.

He saw. He saw it that day. But why is he acting this way?

Then the realisation slams into your head, and it was the only possibility left.

Was it possible...that he...that he...still had feelings...for me..?

But you nip the thought in the bud before shoving it to the back of your mind.

No he can't still have feelings for me. It's been years since we last said those words to me.

"Help me?"

"With what? You haven't told me since I got here."

He's standing by the end of the sentence, and you've turned around to have your back facing him.

"Help zip me up?"

Wonpil's words die in his throat at the sight of your exposed back and he has to take a deep breathe before answering, afraid that the tremors in his voice might give him away.

"Sure."

Still, he is hesitant. This is such an intimate act, especially when he's so hopelessly in love with you. Yet he's the only one that's so bothered by it. You sweep your hair over your shoulder, casting him a sideway glance when you realised he hadn't made a move since; a look that said "What are you waiting for?"

With no other option but to go forth, Wonpil takes half a step closer to you before holding your dress in one hand, and his fingers on the other pinching the zipper between his hands. Very slowly, he draws the zipper up and electricity charges the room. As his eyes travelled over the expanse of your back, intrusive thoughts fill his mind; your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands travelling down your back as his lips finds purchase along your neck, feeling your pulse throbbing against his lips.

Meanwhile, you were having a hard time keeping your heart from racing as well. Wonpil was taking a painfully long time zipping up your dress, and you could feel his eyes on your back as he slowly made his way up. That made you more self-conscious, and goosebumps broke out all over your arms as you tried not to shiver under his gaze. He was your best friend for goodness sake, why were you feeling so hot and bothered around him?

When you felt the zip come to an end at the back of your neck, you lifted your gaze from the floor, only to find Wonpil already staring at you back in the mirror. As always, his eyes are filled with stars, they twinkle under the soft lights in your room. But the sparkle is dimmer now, shrouded behind a heavy emotion. It was a huge, dark storm of swirling emotions; disappointment sat in the centre of the storm whilst sadness and anger made the violent storm rage wilder. It was the look of pain that you wear when you look at something you pine for; a situation where you look at something that you want but can never have.

Oh God. He still hasn't gotten over me. He never did.

You gasp a little when you feel his hands rest lightly against your hips through the fabric of your dress. You catch his gaze through the mirror and you have to remind yourself to breathe with the way that he was looking at you. Pressing his lips beside your ears, your gasp escaped your lips, sounding a little too loud for your liking.

"You look beautiful tonight Y/N." And I wish that I was the one taking you to dinner and dance instead.

He detaches himself from you with a soft brush of his lips against your ears, giving your hips a very soft squeeze.

Yet you don't let him go, capturing his hands in yours to place them on your waist before swiveling around in his arms to face him.

Unsure of what to do in such a compromising position, you hesitate for a moment before placing your hands against his shoulders, admiring how sturdy they feel under the skin of your fingertips.

You lock gazes with Wonpil, heavy silence in the air. Neither of you dared to speak first, afraid that once the status quo was broken, everything would spiral out of control. Your relationship could either become a spectacular show of fireworks, or burn to ashes in the deadly flame.

Wonpil tried his very best to keep himself in check, taking swallow breathes in order to not breathe in your intoxicating scent. He knew that if he allowed more of you to invade his senses, he might just tip himself over the edge, acting on desires that might end what little he has with you.

He may never have you as a lover, yet he certainly does not want to lose you as a friend.

He will keep his distance now, just like he always has.

He kept his hands firmly locked on your waist, his eyes travelling to safe space. Like your eyes. But now... maybe they weren’t so safe anymore. Your eyes that always held such strong emotions, were now asking him one simple question.

And the answer to that question, was one that he hoped to spend the rest of his life proving and showing. He wanted so badly to just press his lips to yours now, whispering between kisses and breathes how much he loved you. But he knows that it is not his place to shower you with love unless you allow him to. So he takes that thought and shove it away until your break the silence and bring it to the forefront of his mind.

“Do you...still...like me...?”

Wonpil lets out a small chuckle at your question; was it really one that needed to be asked? Releasing a hand from your waist, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears before cupping your jaw gently,

The pad of his thumb hovers above your skin for a moment, hesitation still evident in his eyes. He would hate himself if you chose to walk away at the end of it all...but he would hate himself more if he didn't try. Softly caressing your cheek, he takes his time admiring your features, committing them to memory. He may never get the chance to do this ever again, so he basks in the moment; the one time he has your undivided attention. He gazes into your eyes lovingly, never once breaking eye contact before pouring all his emotions into those heartfelt words.

“It seems like the whole world knows this except you but I do Y/N. I like you. I love you. Nothing has changed since the last time I told you under that big willow tree in high school.”

He pauses to compose himself before continuing.

“But it’s ok even if I’m not the one you love. It might take some time but... I'll get over you. Someday. Somehow. I don't ask for your love, I just ask that you be happy."

He gives you a weak smile and your resolve breaks apart. It lets out a torrential flood in its wake and the only thing stopping you was the feeling of his arms around your back as you surged forward into his open arms. You tighten your arms around his neck, and he soon feels water dripping down the column of his neck.

"Y/N...? What's wrong?"

Instinctively his hands reach up to smooth your hair, like he always does when he has to comfort you after hard times. You bite on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out loud, willing the tears to stop flowing so dramatically.

"Shhh... It's ok now Y/N... It's ok... I got you, I always got you..."

It's true. Nothing's changed. Even though you brushed his feelings aside many times, he never put yours aside. You many have broke his heart, but it's clear that the broken parts still beat for you. These thoughts made you choke out a strangled sob, and you gave up trying to hold it in. You cried freely into Wonpil's shoulder at the thought of him constantly watching over you, the feelings of guilt and disappointment making you shake more violently in his arms. Holding you closer, he repeats his comforting strokes along your hair and back, rocking you slightly now in a bid to lull you into a sense of comfort so that you'll stop crying.

"Silly girl. What's wrong... please don't cry anymore..."

"Saying such things is only going to make the tears flow even more so would you just shut up and let me finish crying."

"Feisty. You're still the same... Ok then."

True to his word, Wonpil stops talking, but he continues comforting you until he hears that you've stopped crying. When he feels you push yourself off of him, he stretches over the length of your bed to reach for the tissue by your bedside before turning back around to place them on your tear stained face.

As you rub your face dry, you attempt to look him in the eye but you give up immediately, feeling the tears well up in your eyes again at the sight on his attentive face, ready to listen to whatever concern you might have.

"This is so embarrassing..."

You turn your face 180 degrees away from his, trying your best to not cry again. Yet memories of how he's cared for you all these years play again and again in your mind, making your guilt eat away at you again. A few stray tears slip down your cheek, and you hastily swat them away.

"Come here."

Wonpil's fingers are on your jaw again, turning your face to make you face him again. Carefully, with a touch that is tender and eyes full of love, he wipes your tears away gently.

"If you keep swatting your face, it's going to turn all red."

"I honestly can't be bothered."

"Come on~ you put in so much effort to look good tonight. Let's not let that go to waste."

When the mucus finally clears from your nose and you can speak clearly again, you whisper:

"How? Why? After so long your heart still hasn't changed..."

"You keep giving me more reasons to love you, why would my heart change? Besides, you know me better than myself, and you accept me wholeheartedly for that. Why would I walk away from someone I won't have to spend the rest of my life explaining myself to?"

He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving it a light squeeze as he stroked your knuckles.

"But like I said, it's ok if you can't love me. I'll find a way to let you go eventually. Even though it hurts."

It felt like a stab in the gut to admit defeat, but Wonpil rather let go with grace then to cry and whine about it. He stands to go.

But this time, it's no longer him that wants to let go.

"Stay. Let me try to love you too, Wonpil."

He furrowed his eyebrows at your odd request, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him.

"But Jinyoung..."

"He’s not the one. I was never sure about him, but now I know he’s not the one. But I’m willing to give this a shot Wonpil, I’m willing to try."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're not joking?"

"I'm not."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm serious."

You stare him dead in the eye and it happened so quickly that you weren't even aware until it already happened. You felt your back hit the cool glass panels of your wardrobe and Wonpil's nose press against your cheek as he kisses you deeply. The feeling knocks the wind out of you, and it leaves you breathless. This time round, it feels right. You welcome the kiss, weaving your fingers into his hair. You surrender to Wonpil, allowing him to take the lead. His kiss was full of longing, with a hint of relief that you hear in the small sigh he breathes out in between kisses. He kisses you passionately and fervently at first, leaving no inch of your lips untouched. But soon he slows down, taking his time to savor the taste of your lips, nipping and tugging at them sensually.

When he finally breaks away to catch some air, you giggle when you notice how flushed his face was as you run your thumb over his swollen lips.

"I am really, seriously, deeply in love with you Y/N."

"I am too, Wonpil. You don't have to worry about me running away anymore; I'm here to stay. And this time round, I'm serious."

[yumeno-kanade]

Student council president! Tokiya x Rule breaker! Kanade

"Using this triangle sin(35°) = OppositeHypotenuse = 2.84.9 = 0.57..." The sound of his voice was soothing. It was such a beautiful mellow tone that I didn't bother listening to the words he was saying. I stared blankly at his pen as he pointed to figures in the book. My eyelids started to feel heavy as my mind faded in and out of consciousness. "....llo?" A faint voice asked. "Miyamoto-san, I would appreciate if you would keep yourself from sleeping while I'm trying to tutor you in detention." The sudden harshness in his voice woke me up completely. His icy blue eyes stared into mine for a second until I realized just how close he actually was. I quickly backed away, maybe overreacting a bit as I stood up and let my chair fall behind me. It didn't matter either way. We were the only people in the room. Just the student council president and the somewhat delinquent in detention. I wasn't a complete delinquent of course, but I happen to break a lot of the minor rules of our strict school. Things like having my hair down, having earrings, altering my uniform, minor crimes. At first it was more of an accident but ever since I ran into him I would do it more and more often. Truly the prince of the school. He was smart, decently athletic and easy on the eyes. The teachers loved him for being an iron fisted ruler of the school, only second to the principal who depended on him to take care of the school instead of interjecting himself in student affairs. Tokiya was a third year, transfering in as a second year. I was invisible during my first year, following all the rules in fear of getting in trouble but now it was all I did. It was when he started reprimanding me himself that I started to do it more often. I hated to admit it but I really liked him and this was the only way I could see myself being able to get closer to him. He even took the time to tutor me and watch over me himself to make sure that I was using my time wisely in the 2 hours I had to stay after.

"Come on Tokki, we've been over this a million times! I'm getting bored of it!" And his soothing voice wasn't helping the boring lecture either. He frowned and stood up, him being a couple feet taller them me.

"I have told you to refer to me properly." I stuck my tongue out at him uttering some curses. He took me into his arms, one hand around my waist and the other tilting my face up to look at a sadistic smirk. "Come on, let me hear you call me Ichinose-senpai~" I couldn't help my face from becoming red at his patronizing tone. That and the fact that his nose was practically touching my own. His arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, so wiggling out of his grasp wasn't an option. Why did I want to escape either way? I liked him. I wanted to be close to him but it was too much and too embarrassing for me to handle. My whole body could only stare back at him with pure embarrassment painted on my face. His hand that was formerly resting on my chin slid up, framing my face for a bit, before holding up the strands of hair covering my face. "You really should tie your hair up more. Not only is it school regulation..." he paused as he brought the hair up to his lips and kissed it. "...but it also covers up your lovely face."

"I-...Ichinose-senpai..." His smirk became a satisfied one. Finally he let go of me, sat back down and started lecturing me again as if nothing happened. I was aghast. Yes I would sometimes flirt with him as a joke and as a cover up for my own feelings, and yes sometimes he would respond back, most of the time unamused, but nothing ever like this. Eventually my time in detention was over and I quickly grabbed my stuff.

"Let me walk you home. Because of special circumstances, everyone has gone home already." I looked out the window to see the sun starting to set as well. I didn't live too far but I knew it was far enough that it would be dark when I got home. A part of me wanted to flat out reject him, not wanting to let him see my homelife or path towards so. Yet the other half of me wanted to let him since I was kinds scared of what might happen in the dark on my own. I didn't answer him and just left the classroom, rushed to put my shoes on and left the campus. To little surprise he was right beside me the entire time. We got to the station and sat next to eachother as the train was slightly empty and allowed us to do so, even if we were squished together. His hand landed on my hand held it tightly as he looked beside me and into the crowd standing on the train. I didn't look back but just looked at him in surprise. "Don't let go." The tone of his voice was completely different from the smile he was quite forcibly wearing. I just looked down at my feet and let him do as he pleased. It wasn't hurting and it fed my fantasies, so really what was the harm? One long train ride and 3 stops later, I finally stood up and got off, Tokiya still holding my hand and sticking closely beside me. We walked out of the station, still holding hands. At this point my face was starting to burn. I kept walking to my house, getting some looks from strangers to what they probably assumed was my hot boyfriend. As much as I didn't want them to be wrong, they were, but the embarrassment just kept rising. Finally we got to my house, or well, we got to my apartment.

"You can go now. This is were I live. Now you know." I started to take my keys out of my bag, having to let go of his hand. It felt wrong to do so, holding onto it for such a long time. My hand felt cold and empty but I continued to open my door.

"Are your parents home? Since we're here I might as well speak to them about your behavior at school." I paused for a minute.

"My parents... are abroad... I live by myself." My voice wavered a bit since it wasn't exactly the truth. The night sky and the twinkling stars in the background made him shine even more as I looked at him from my door.

"...I...See..." I turned to my apartment, then turned back to at least thank him for bringing me all the way to my home, even though I don't understand why he did so. As I turned and started to look up at him, I was enveloped with a warm feeling. I wasn't staring at him but rather some of the side of his face and directly at the night sky. The warm feeling stemmed from my lips and I finally realized there was something soft and warm against them. He pulled away with a smile at my shocked face. "Please come to school properly tomorrow. Good night." I watched as he starred to walk away. My mind was both empty and flooded with thoughts. I found myself absentmindedly throwing my chapstick at him in angry embarrassment.

"YA DON'T JUST KISS SOMEONE WITHOUT TELLING 'EM WHY Y'KNOW!" He only smiled and grabbed the chapstick I had thrown at him, looking at it closely.

"I knew I recognized the flavor. Strawberry. It's nice." He smiled and put it in his pocket, walking away.

"Hey Hey! Kana-chan!" My group of friends ran up to me the next day, eagerness in their voices.

"Is it true that the President walked you home yesterday?! Someone said they saw you on the train together!"

"Plus, you're not dressed like usual. You're actually wearing your uniform correctly and aren't wearing anything extra."

"Is it because of the president?!"

"Kana-chan!! Tell us! Tell us!!" My face started to burn remembering the events of last night.

"I-I mean... yes he walked me home... B-BUT NOT BECAUSE I WANTED HIM TO!" My friends quickly got a confused look. "H-He just followed me home! Okay?!"

"And it's a good thing I did." The same smooth voice I was so used to hearing suddenly came from behind me and made me jump. He smiled at me and at all of my friends, greeting them all. "I see you've dressed properly this morning. I'm glad that I won't have to add on more detentions to the ones you already have." He smirked as he came closer towards me. "Although I don't mind being in a room alone with you that much. I think I displayed that very well last night." As my face got red, my friends truly went silent for a second. Tokiya left, obviously proud of the small chaos he left behind.

"KANA-CHAN, ARE YOU AND THE PRESIDENT DATING?!" The whole school apparently heard that one question and I was suddenly the president's girlfriend. Even though I wasn't quite against people thinking so I would have rather had him ask me himself then to cause such a commotion.

"The chemical formula is C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin..." once again his voice started to fade out as he continued to explain things I had already learned in class. "Kanade, please pay attention."

"I am paying attention Tokkiー" the realization hit late. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME WITHOUT HONORIFICS?!" He looked genuinely and almost innocently confused.

"You're my girlfriend. Typically couples refer to each other by first name." I couldn't say a word back. My fantasies were becoming reality and I was dating the student council president. I was lost in my thoughts when a sudden quick peck on my lips brought me back to focus on his face. "I'll give you a kiss for each answer you get right so pay attention alright?" His lips tasted like strawberries.

[cheolttage]

Only You.

Title: Only you.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Soulmate!AU, College!AU

Summary: “It seems like a lifetime ago that i began searching for you. You, who my love seems never ending for; that went far beyond what i thought i could love. When i am with you, i want for nothing.” 

Soulmates are linked via feelings and hear can what your soulmate say in his heart (but you cannot hear him when you guys arrange any meet up, you found out from your mom that it has to happen naturally). You feel whatever your soulmate feels and your soulmate feels whatever you feel.

Word Count: 2.03K

p/s: sorry, it’s my first time writing and I'm really not as creative or as good of a writer as other blogs. I wrote this purely out of fun. Nevertheless, I hope anyone reading this will like it. ^____^ 

Time check: 3:16am in the morning. You flipped on your bed with the comfort of air conditioning against the merciless summer heat even though it was night. You were on your bed since 11pm trying to sleep; even the bedsheet that felt cool to the skin initially warmed up from your body warmth. What is really keeping you up? You felt so vexed and irritated yet slightly emotional. But you have no idea why.

“I really want to give up”

You heard a voice from your head. Your soulmate has spoken and you finally understood your feeling now.

“Looks like i’m not the only one awake now and someone’s keeping me awake..” you muttered as you got off your bed, knowing well that you probably will not be sleeping any time soon. Stretching your limbs and with a yawn, you wobbled to the kitchen for a glass of milk.

“I wonder what’s keeping him up…” you whispered. You couldn’t help but be curious about what is keeping your soulmate up, so vexed and annoyed at 3am in the morning. Opening up the fridge, you took out a carton of milk and poured yourself a glass of milk before returning to your room. Slowly, you closed your room’s door and sat down before your desk.

“Where is the damn switcH” you said as you struggled to switch on the desk lamp. You decided that since you couldn’t sleep, it will be better to do something than to sit around and stare into space. Deciding on completing your bullet journal for 2019, you opened up your notebook and chose rose quartz and serenity coloured brush marker for the theme. As you started scribbling and designed your notebook, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotions because of your soulmate.

You flipped to a brand new page and wrote:

“It seems like a lifetime ago that i began searching for you.

You, who my love seems never ending for; that went far beyond what i thought i could love.

When i am with you, i want for nothing.”

You didn’t know where you got the idea to write that or what made you move your arms to write that but from the bottom of your heart, you wanted your soulmate to feel better and know that he is not alone no matter what he is going through.

Within 10 seconds, you got a reply.

“Thank you, i love you.”

You were a little taken back from his reply because you weren’t sure if what you wrote down will be guaranteed conveyed to him. Afterall, you wrote it down and not think about it out loud.

“You heard that?”

“Yes dummy. I heard it because you were reading it out loud in your mind. Also, we have been talking like this for almost half a year but i still have no idea what your name is.”

“Y/N.”

“Ah. Wonwoo here.”

That was cute. You were happy that your heart was conveyed to him and that he even took a step forward to start calling you names. Not to mention you finally know his name! Your heart was truly bubbling with happiness and you felt fuzzy because, It sounds silly, but little things like these are what pulled people closer together. You were 100% sure that he could feel how happy you are.

“What’s up? You seem really happy.”

“Nothing! Just watching a romance movie.” You lied smoothly, you weren’t sure if he will fall for it but you decided to go with it because you didn’t want to let your feelings known so early.. Yet.

“Sure.”

You heard the sarcasm in his words but decided to brush it off because you were simply too happy to care. Funny, because you were feeling happy but mixed with slight frustration. But you can also sense that the feeling of frustration seems to be fading and you felt even happier to know that your soulmate seems to be less vexed now at least.

“Go to sleep early.”

“You too! Stay positive, things will eventually work out.” You beamed at the thought of your soulmate.

“Alright, i will talk to you again tomorrow.”

“Later you mean? It’s already a brand new day.”

“Right. Later. See you!”

You smiled as you closed your notebook shut before you switched off the desk lamp and dive into the comfort of your bed. Within a few minutes, you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up at exactly 7am ready for school, but feeling lethargic as you were you sat on your bed with your eyes closed for another few minutes; mentally cursing yourself for sleeping this late.

“Tired?”

You shot up at your soulmate’s words and rushed to the toilet, preparing for school.

“No!”

“Sure.” He teased.

You grabbed your breakfast left on the dining table and your bag before you rushed out to school. Time check: 8:20am you are 10 minutes away from being late and you are just outside the campus library. You were literally scrambling to the lecture theatre and you really couldn’t be bothered about how much of a mess you look like at all now. As you ran past the library’s door, the door flunk open and a tall boy walked out. Before you could look up, you felt your head hit his chest.

“AH. I’m sorry!!! I gotta go, i’m late for class!” You said as you looked up.

Damn. He looks great.

But you were really in a rush to continue staring, before the boy can even speak you already ran off like a rocket.

“Wow, she ran off already.. And who did my soulmate see that she found handsome?” Wonwoo muttered before he zoned back not knowing that whoever bumped into him was his soulmate. Before he continued walking to the canteen, he found a notebook lying on the floor.

“Huh? Whose is this…?” He picked it up, but uncertain if he should open the notebook to check whose notebook it was.

“I don’t think it’s nice to open someone’s notebook without permission.. But how else can i return it?” Wonwoo muttered as he fiddled with the notebook.

“Whatever, i should return it.”

Deciding on returning the notebook, he opened up the notebook and flipped a few pages before he stopped on one page.

It read:

It seems like a lifetime ago that i began searching for you.

You, who my love seems never ending for; that went far beyond what i thought i could love.

When i am with you, i want for nothing.

Wonwoo’s eyes widen as he pushed his spectacles up. He found you.

The clock struck 12 noon as lecture has ended, you started packing up your lecture materials before you head to the canteen for lunch and then head home. However, you realised your notebook is missing and started panicking.

“Oh my goodness, where is my notebook?” You whispered as you searched your bag. The more you searched, the more you panic. Suddenly, you heard a voice in your head.

“Looks like someone lost her notebook?”

What? How did he know? Oh, right he can feel whatever you feel maybe that’s why he knows that you lost your notebook.

“Gosh, all my schedules are inside.. What am i gonna do with it now?”

No, wait. Hold up, how did he specifically know that it’s your NOTEBOOK?

“How did you know?!”

“Because i have it.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped.

“Where did i drop it?!”

“This morning.”

You traced back your memory before remembering that you bumped into a guy outside the library this morning.

“WHAT. That was you?!” you gasped trying to remember how he looked like. Though he was extremely good looking, you couldn’t remember the face of a guy you met for perhaps, 20 seconds.

“Yes. Since we can’t arrange a meet up, my favourite place is the campus library.”

You seemed to get the hint though you weren’t sure what time to go. But you decided to try your luck every morning anyway. Before you got your notebook back, you can only rely on your memory for the schedules.

The following day, you can to school extra early and by 7.30am you were already in the campus library and even chose a seat that is eye-catching from every corner deliberately so that Wonwoo will be able to see you.

You waited and waited. It was already 8.15am, you really have to head to class but Wonwoo wasn’t there. You knew he wasn’t there even though you weren’t exactly sure how he looked like but you just knew. You stood up and walked to the door, looking down, to exit feeling defeated. Yet again, before you knew it, the door swung open and you bumped into a tall guy.

“Where are you going, Y/N? Don’t you want your notebook back?”

You were shocked to hear your name as you looked up. A tall guy wearing spectacles and holding a pink notebook. It was the guy from yesterday, your soulmate! Your heart bloomed in happiness almost immediately.

“W-Wonwoo?”

“Hi Y/N, thank you for finding me good-looking.”

“W-wha-what?” you stuttered while blushing furiously.

“I heard your heart yesterday when you bumped into me yesterday at roughly the same timing.”

Your face was completely red by now and you were so embarrassed.

“C-can i have my notebook back? I have to go for class! Um, i will see you around i guess.” you muttered before grabbing your notebook and sped off.

Wonwoo turned to the way you sped off as his lips curled into a smile. 

Cute.

You settled down once you reached the lecture theatre and you opened your notebook. You were extremely surprised to find a post-it on the page you written your feelings on.

“To. Y/N

Hi Y/N~ I’m Wonwoo! Here is my number.

XXX-XXXXXX-XX

Text me soon!”

Your lips curled into a smile as you closed your notebook, ready for lesson. The entire lecture, your mind kept drifting elsewhere and you couldn’t pay attention at all.

“Hey, listen during lecture.”

You were surprised to hear Wonwoo’s voice, nevertheless you tried your best to pay attention until lecture is over.

“I can’t focus.”

“Just listen! Remember to text me too.”

After hearing his words, you started to get impatient, waiting for lecture to end. Once lecture ended, you took your phone out immediately and keyed in his number before you texted Wonwoo.

“I’m Y/N. I just ended lecture.”

“That’s great, i’m already at the canteen. Come look for me.”

You bit your lip as you strutted towards the canteen, feeling like your heart is about to rupture. As you approach the canteen, you weren’t sure where he was especially when there were so many people. But as you looked around, a boy wearing a grey sweater with spectacles caught your eye.

There he was. You walked towards him and took a seat in front of him as you looked down feeling extremely shy.

“Hi.. I’m Y/N”

“You sound cuter in person. Looks like you are a year 1 student?”

His words caught your attention as you looked up feeling confused,

“Are you not year 1?”

You weren’t sure about his age at all, you just assumed that he was the same age as you. The only thing you knew was that he was in the same college as you. You laughed as at how silly you were, automatically assuming he was the same age as you after knowing he was in the same college as you.

“Y/N, i’m about to graduate.”

You widen your eyes, if you could verbally say “???” you totally would.

“I automatically assumed you were my age… then i thought you might be a year or two older than me. I just didn’t think you’d be a graduating student..”

Wonwoo smiled as he reached for your hands.

“Graduating or not, i will be seeing you for the rest of my life.”

You subconsciously break into a smile as you held his hand back.

[benjikarofsky]

Chapter 1 || Para

WHO: Benji Karofsky (@benjikarofsky) and Franco Del Rio ( @southsidefranco )

WHERE: Benji’s Apartment

WHEN: 16th May 2019 (Backdated)

NOTES: After running off for a few days to clear his head, Benji is able to convince his reluctant boyfriend to return back to his apartment and sleep in his bed with him, but Benji’s guilty conscience manages to make  him wake Franco up for a series of conversations later that same night. 

TRIGGERS: N/a

BOLD: Benji

ITALIC: Franco

WORD COUNT: 2173

Benji woke up, back in his own bed with a sleeping Franco in his arms. He felt every part try to convince him otherwise, but he had already decided to bite the bullet--he was 18. He had to get out of this arrangement, and he had to tell his boyfriend the whole truth. "...Franc? Baby?" he whispered, his arms still wrapped around his boyfriend.

Franco rolled over, his sleep interrupted which wasn't great as it was the first time he'd slept properly. Opening his eyes tiredly and smiling as he saw Benji, glad the boy was back in his bed he nodded, "Hey baby" he said, yawning, "You OK?" He asked as he stretched and sat himself up.

Benji bit his lip, sitting up slightly, Franco still laying on his chest. "We need to talk," he said quickly, hoping pulling the band aid off quicker would be better in the long run. "I..." He bit his lip and looked down. He couldn't do this; if it resulted in Franco relapsing, he would never forgive himself. "...I want Topher to be my Best Man," he squeaked.

Franco cleared his throat and looked at younger boy, "You woke me up to ask about a best man?" He said amused, "Of course you can have him. You can have whoever you want babe".

"I... no," Benji admitted, shaking his head. He took a breath. He needed to come clean with his feelings--at least some of them. "We need to talk about converting... And I'm not asking for a timeline here, or for you to start classes tomorrow, or anything like that. I jumped the gun on planning because I got nervous and scared. I... I admit that." 

He looked down at his boyfriend, swallowing hard before he continued. "But the way you responded to me asking you to convert... it wasn't okay. Franco, I have sacrificed so much of myself for you, okay? My physical body, my emotions, my time, my resources... all of that and more just to keep you sober and happy. And all I've asked for in return is for you to love me. And I know that religion makes you uncomfortable and you don't understand it or whatever, but... it's important to me--honestly, one of the most important things to me. So for you not to agree to taking conversion seriously, especially since there's literally nothing that you lose from it... it upsets me. ...How am I supposed to marry someone who won't even sit through a class for me? Especially after everything I've done for them?"

Franco sat himself up further, knowing this conversation would have to come at some point. He nodded, "Yeah I was thinking about it too babe" he admitted.

"The way I acted over the whole thing was childish and petty and I just, it's because I have my own reservations sure". He took a moment to breathe, fiddling with his hands. "I know what I've put you through has been crap and honestly, just the idea of how much I've hurt you has made me wonder if it would be kinder to let you go but the heartache that comes with that, I don't want to". He paused again and sighed, "I can't read or write very well Benji" he admitted out loud, something he was sure he'd never actually said before, "Its why I acted the way I did. I don't want to look like a fool and not pass or whatever it is these classes do".

"Oh, Baby..." Benji murmured, lightly kissing the top of Franco's head. He took a moment to process what Franco had said--he knew it couldn't've been easy to come clean about something like this. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's just a lecture, Baby... where someone comes up and talks to you about Judaism. There's no tests, no writing, you don't even have to read along if you don't want to... you just have to show up and go in with an open mindset. And that's all I wanted you to do anyway." 

He hugged his boyfriend close, hoping his next sentence wouldn't cross a line. "I can help you improve your reading if you'll let me... We could read Harry Potter together, maybe? An hour a night before bed?"

Franco gave a small scoff and shook his head, "Cause it ain't something I tell people. I can read small words but you've seen how I text. I can hardly understand some of the stuff people say to me most of the time". He listened about the converting and nodded, "Look, I want to do this. I'm worried about not understanding a word but I'll go in with an open mind and listen sure".

Franco thought about the idea for a moment and nodded his head, "I suppose it couldn't hurt to learn to read better and those books are meant to be good so..." He sighed, "Can I do the class after I've gotten better at reading and writing and stuff?" He asked, "No rush right?"

"I thought you just wanted to type faster..." Benji admitted quietly. He was a little ashamed that he had never noticed; the signs were all there. 

"No rush on the class," Benji repeated, kissing the top of Franco's head. "But you know what we can start right now..." he leaned over to the nightstand and opened the little drawer, pulling out a hardcover copy of the first book in the Harry Potter series. "C'mere, Baby. Sit up so you can see the words. I'll read you two pages, then you read me one, okay?"

Franco gave a small laugh, "I wish it was cause I wanted to type faster. It's kind of my own fault for not really paying attention in class at all but I just always struggled". 

Franco watched as Benji grabbed the book and nodded, "Yeah sure, we can read for a bit" he said, "Just, remember I can't read super fast or anything and this could be painful for you" he said. He looked at Benji and asked, "Can you help me write better too?"

Benji kissed the side of Franco's head. "You read as slowly as you need to. Sound thing out, and know that I'm gonna correct you a lot. But it's to help. as long as pay attention, it'll get easier very quickly."

At Franc's question, Benji nodded. "Reading and writing go hand in hand, so the better your reading gets, the better your writing will get too; we can figure out some extra things to do too though."

Franco smiled into the kiss and nodded, "It'll be slow for sure" he said, dropping his hand down between them and looking at the book, "I won't get an ass on if you correct me and maybe if I do good, you can make me breakfast" he said jokingly. 

"Thanks babe. I always feel like a twat when I am trying to text people and I can't even type words proper you know".

Benji smiled. "Sure. Whenever we finish a chapter, I'll make you breakfast the next morning. How's that sound?"

He gave Franco another kiss. "Chapter one - The Boy Who Lived. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal..."

Franco listened to Benji read for a while and when he felt ready he took the book and took a deep breath, "He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his sec.... sec... ugh". He'd already taken a while to read the line, having to repeat some of the words to get them in his head but he was thrown, trying to break down the next word, "Nope... Nope, I can't do it babe" he said, a little bit of sadness in his eyes.

"Shh, you can do it," Benji cooed, giving Franco another kiss on his forehead. "Let's sound it out, okay? Sec... ret..." he started, encouraging him to sound it out with him.

Franco looked back at the word and focused really hard, "Sec...ret... a....ry" he said, saying it twice more like that and then saying, "Secretary?" confused as to whether he'd actually gotten it right.

Benji nodded, unable to help the smile forming on his face. "I told you you could do it. Keep reading, Baby. And let me know when you wanna switch again."

Franco continued to read for a little bit, repeating words or breaking them down himself and managing them and then he got to one line 'He found it a lot harder to co....con... concernate' but he knew he'd gotten it wrong... "No, I can't do this" he said shaking his head, "It's just too difficult".

"Baby, look," Benji pointed to the page number. "We're 4 pages in already. You can do this. You're already doing it. Let's just slow down and make sure we're getting all the syllables, okay? Do it with me. 'Con... cen..."

Franco pouted a little, handing the book back to Benji and slinking down so his head was on the others shoulder. He found the word again and looked at it harder, "Con....cen...ner....ate" he said, looking to Benji for approval

Benji gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "One more time. There's only 2 'n's. Let's look at all the letters really closely. 'Con.. cen...tr..."

He sighed and continued to look at it, "Con...cen...tra...te". He hoped he'd gotten it this time, one word should not be so freaking hard. He looked up to Benji for approval

Benji nodded, hugging Franco closer. "Now smoosh it altogether: 'concentrate'." He smiled, "you've got this, Baby. Look how much you've already gotten through."

Franco nuzzled into the cuddle, finding it so hard to believe that only 24 hours ago, he'd been wondering where Benji was and not sleeping. He nodded, "Con..cen..trade" he said, his final try as he repeated what Benji had said, "I don't wanna read any more" he said, feeling a little deflated from the struggle

"Concentrate," Benji repeated gently, not wanting to stress the mistake, but wanting Franco to hear the correct way to say it. He knew his boyfriend was trying his hardest and that was all he could ask for. He kissed him lightly. "You don't have to read anymore. Do you want me to read to you for a while? Or do you wanna be done for the night?"

Franco nodded at the minor correction but he was happy he'd gotten as far as he did. It had taken a while, probably close to an hour just to get through the small part he'd reas but it felt like an accomplishment in itself. When Benji mentioned stopping for the night, he raised an eyebrow and looked over the the clock on his desk, "It's 5am... What time did you wake me up?".

Benji grimaced when Franco mentioned the time. He hadn't meant to wake his boyfriend up so early, but he had to--the guilt was eating him alive. "I don't know," he admitted, disappointment in himself obvious in his voice, "I'm sorry. I just... needed to get that off my chest before I got too guilty and ran off again."

Franco shook his head and smiled, "Doesn't matter, you are worth being woken up for". He moved himself further down the bed and put his arm out, "Come on" he said, "How about for a change you cuddle into me? I'll be the big spoon for once?" He asked.

"...Really?" Benji asked cautiously, a smile forming on his face. He cuddled up to Franco and sighed contently; he had never been the little spoon before--now he understood what all of the fuss was about. "Are... are you sure you're feeling okay, Babe?"

Franco smiled and nodded, "Yeah really". He watched as Benji cuddled into him and he stoked Benji's arm, "Yeah I'm good. I just had a lot of time to think".

Benji smiled lightly, closing his eyes. He didn't want to jump the gun and say taking time away was a good thing, but it did seem to someone clear not only Benji's mind, but Franco's as well; to his knowledge, he had never experienced Franco acting so mature before. And he definitely couldn't remember the last time Franco put what Benji wanted above his own wants. It was a fresh change that made Benj excited for the future. 

"I have the best fiancé ever," he whispered, knowing Franco would love the praise, "I love you."

Franco smiled at the words, the first time he'd heard them without what could be fear behind them. He gulped, this thinking has made him realise he needed to be mature, needed to be an adult now. He kissed the top of Benji's head, "I wouldn't go that far" he breathed out, "I love you too Benji".

~~

Later that morning, Benji snuck away to make breakfast for Franco, sneaking back to bed with a tray of food in his hands. "Baby?" He whispered, sitting on the corner of the bed. "Wake up, Baby. I've got a surprise for you!"

Franco groaned as he heard Benjis voice pulling him put of his sleep and he opened his eyes, seeing Benji on the corner of the bed, "Hey" he said sleepily, "You got me breakfast?" He asked, "I didn't finish the chapter".

Benji smiled. "Sure you did! You finished a chapter in our relationship. Instead of arguing with me, we talked maturely. For the first time, you offered to be the big spoon because you considered what I might want. You finished a chapter, alright. And I'm excited to see what the next one's gonna be." 

He scooted further onto the bed, then turned to Franco. "So c'mon. Get over here so you can eat."

Franco smiled, "I guess, like I said, I had time to think and I really didn't enjoy you not being here. If there's anything you want, then you just have to ask Benj". He sighed looking at his lap, "I can't promise you everything will be perfect from here on out cause we both know I'm still gunna have cravings and shit but I'm gunna really try". 

He moved himself forward and sat upright in the middle of the bed, "Let's eat babe" he said gently "And then, maybe after we eat, we can start doing things you want to do? Just tell me all day what you want to do and we'll do them. Let's make this a Benji day" he added, leaning forward and kissing Benji on the forehead.

"I don't need everything to be perfect, Franco. I just need you to promise me that you'll try." 

He sat next to Franco on the bed, setting the tray up so it was on top of them both. "A Benji day?" he asked, pouring syrup on the waffles as he thought; he had never been offered a 'Benji day' before... What did he want to do? "Well I've been gone for a while, so I don't wanna leave the apartment, but... maybe we just have a lazy day? TV, music, order food for lunch?"

Franco nodded, "Of course I'll try. I really want us too work". 

Franco beamed, "Yes, a day were we do what you want" he explained. He got not wanting to go out and he was more then happy to stay in, "You pick the show, the music and the food and I'll even try and only smoke once or twice".

Benji smiled; he could definitely get used to this. "Honestly, you can pick the TV show, Baby. I'm not picky. But as far as food... let's order burgers. And we'll wait until after lunch to figure out music, hmm?" He speared a piece of food and lifted it towards Franco's lips. "Open."

Franco smiled and nodded, "Well then TV will be friends for sure cause I am getting into that at the moment" he smiled and then nodded at the idea of burgers, "Burgers is a shout! I want a really sloppy burger!". He opened his mouth and lent forward and took the food, "You don't have to feed me again babes, I can do it myself".

Benji laughed lightly. "I know I don't have to, but I thought you liked it? Just because it's a 'Benji Day' doesn't mean I can't do things for you too, y'know." He snuck a piece for himself and leaned forward, kissing Franco's forehead. "Besides, I'm technically stealing your breakfast right now."

Franco shrugged his shoulders, "I do like it and you know that" he said simply, "But I wanna focus on you for once and not just me. I've stolen so much of your time being selfish recently, it's time you got to be the selfish one". He watched as Benji took some food and smiled, "You can eat breakfast too, you know."

Benji smiled, taking another piece off the plate. "Who are you, and what have you done with my boyfriend?" he teased, pulling him close and giving him a kiss. "I like this guy too though. He's so mature and empathetic."

Franco smirked, "Not sure what that last word means but I know what mature means and I don't think anyone has ever used it too describe me before" he said. He smiled at the other boy, "I ain't about to promise you things are gunna get really good cause lord knows I've been having problems but, bare with me and I promise they'll get better".

"Empathetic means you make a point to think about other people's feelings," Benji explained lightly, his arm still around Franco. He loved this new-Franc; as long as he continued to be open and honest, he wouldn't mind having to explain a few words here and there. 

 "As long as you're willing to fight to make this better, I am too," he whispered. "I love you, Franc."

Franco nodded at the explanation, "I can be like that" he said with a smile. He knew that this was a different him and he wanted to stay that way and he would try real hard to do just that. Franco gulped, "Imma fight so hard for you babe" he said before adding, "I love you too,  Benj".

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*DING DONG* Yes hello my name is Erin, and I would like to know if you’d like to hear about this here AU. It will only take a moment, may I come in ?

AU BELOW

( Train AU Continued )

Lemme break this shit down:

Keith is a commuting high school senior. He goes to a co-ed private school downtown. So he has to take the train.

Lance is a commuting high school junior who goes to a local community school not too far from his house but takes the train to save time. 

Keith listens to music the first few days of the train and takes time to watch all the weirdos on board.

Lance just spaces out, mostly standing by the door and staring out the window. 

After a while Keith notices a couple of extra creepy weirdos making conversation and gesturing to a boy spacing out by the train doors. 

Keith has gotten lectures from his friend Shiro about how dangerous the train can be if you’re not paying attention.

And Lance is not paying any attention what so ever. 

So reluctantly Keith gets up from his sitting spot and maneuvers his way to stand by the ditz.

He’s only a foot away from him so that should be enough. 

Keith looks over to the creeps and gives them a cold stare, the most intimidating one he can manage. 

And this is how it came to be that every train ride to school Keith would get close enough, but not too close, to Lance and protect him from train goons. 

A few weeks into school...

Keith is doing his usual thing, but it has been rather chill on the train lately so he decides to cool it today and flip through some notes on his phone before class.

With his headphones on and music, loud Keith shuts out the train and zones out. 

It’s only because of how close he is to Lance when he feels something is off. 

Keith looks up to check on the boy and finds him awkwardly talking to two other students. 

These kids go to school with Keith, he can tell by the uniforms and the high and mighty prep school attitude. 

Lance presses his back against the glass of the train door obviously not enjoying whatever it is there talking about. 

He edges and inches towards Keith in an attempt to regain some personal space, but one of the boys sees things and presses his hand on the door by Lance’s terrified face.

In an instant Keith smacks the boy’s arm down and slams his fist on the train door shielding Lance from both of the creeps. 

He doesn’t speak, just from the looks on their faces they know who he is: Trouble Maker Kogane. If they mess with him they’ll have to face Shiro and Pidge.

So they back off.

Keith stands there a bit longer to make sure anyone watching gets the point not to mess with him, he then realizes someone is taking out one of his earbuds. 

He turns to look at Lance who is still pressed up against the door. He’s holding Keith’s right earbud and not making eye contact and visibly blushing.

Keith is suddenly aware of how close he is and tries to take a step back when the train jolts causing several passengers to shift and lean to their side of the train.

Lance is now trapped until his stop and is more flushed than before. 

Keith opens his mouth to apologize, but Lance decides to speak at the same time.

“I’m Sorry.” They both say quickly.

Blinking in surprise they both finally make eye contact and Lance cracks a smile and Keith can’t help but laugh. So these dorks are just giggling to themselves as the train slows to a stop.

Just as they regain compose the doors open and Lance has to get off.

As the flood of people pour out from the train Lance Calls out to Keith.

“Hey! Thanks for earlier! My name’s Lance !! I’ll catch you later!” He waves and jumps in the crowd making sure Keith can see him.

Keith just gives him a little wave and nods. He’ll introduce himself tomorrow...finally.

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Handsome Disaster pt.3

Summary: When the school bad boy and womanizer Hoseok turns his attention on you it’s hard to ignore. Especially with your best friends being in a relationship and living five doors down from each other.

Genre: Angst/Smut/Romance

Word Count: 2.4k

You got through the rest of your classes and waited anxiously for Sera to get out of her classes so you could tell her all about your class with Shownu. Never in a million years did you think that he would notice you, let alone ask you out just like that. You giggled and squealed and squirmed like a little kid, completely happy with yourself.  Unfortunately though Sera had a date of her own right after class so you had to keep it completely bottled up until you could pounce and spill all of your good news.

You did all of your homework and sat around your room looking at your phone contemplating whether or not you should text Shownu. You did everything in your power to try to distract yourself but you kept thinking about it. You finally grabbed your phone and sent a message to Shownu with a mischievous grin on your face.

You: Hey! I’m trying to do the math homework but I’ve forgot what formula to use for the problems assigned.

You waited by the phone ready for him to reply and found yourself still staring at it five minutes later. You huffed out your held breath and ran your fingers through your hair. Maybe it was too soon to text him? Or maybe you seemed uninterested by asking him a math question?

You decided that trying to decipher why he wasn’t responding wasn’t going to help, and move on to the upcoming writing assignment that was due. You looked over the assignment sheet that explained the topic for the paper and looked at your notes.  

Your notes were sparse and had little detail, which was unlike your style. Then it clicked. That was the first day of class and you were so distracted by Hoseok’s shenanigans that you couldn’t even focus on the lecture.  You got up and made your way to Hoseok’s apartment. If you were going to fail this paper because he distracted you then you were going to make him pay.    

You knocked on his door and waited for him to open up. In a few seconds he opened the door opened and he stood there with floppy hair and loose sweats and a low cut sleeveless shirt. When he realized it was you he cocked his head to the side.

“Sera isn’t here, she and Minhyuk went out on-“he said and you raised your hand to cut him off.

“I know, I didn’t come to find her!” you said and Hoseok perked up

“Don’t tell me you missed me already?” he half asked and you snorted.

“I came to borrow your textbook, I don’t have the notes from the first day since someone and his friends were a distraction.” You said with a sarcastic tone and Hoseok bowed his head and nodded.

“You must be working on the essay for next week.”  He said flatly and your eyes got big.

“You know about the paper? I figured that you were uninterested in the class since you have nap time during the lecture.”  

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. He opened his door wide and you went inside and followed him to his room. He sat down at his desk and pulled out his textbook from his desk drawer and handed it to you. You accepted it and surveyed the cover making sure that it was the right book.

“I’ll give this back to you tomorrow in class so that way you can use it for your paper” He laughed and shook his head.

“You can use it for however long you need. I’ve already finished writing the first two papers.” He said with a crooked smile. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Yeah right!” you exclaimed with a laugh.

Hoseok took the challenge and opened up his desk and took out a single folder. Inside he had assignments and essays for multiple courses already completed and ready to submit. He pulled out one paper and a second and put them down on his desk neatly for you to see.

Just then your phone vibrated and you pulled it out to check remembering that you were still expecting a reply from Shownu. You opened up your messages and found that it was him who replied to you. You sat down the text book and read what he wrote.

Shownu: So you finally decided to talk to me and it was only for math? :P The formula we used today was this  P(A ∪ B) = P(A) + P(B) − P(A ∩ B).

Shownu: How is your night so far beautiful?

You jumped up and down like an excited school girl and Hoseok watched you with skeptical eyes like you had lost your mind. You had finally calmed down enough and quickly typed out a reply.

You: Sorry, I’ve been struggling with this math. I figured you could probably help me, plus it gave me an excuse to talk to you. I’m good, how are you?

“Are you going to explain to me what caused the crazy or am I just going to have to guess?” Hoseok asked amused by your burst of energy.

“Oh it’s just a guy.” You stated flatly and Hoseok nodded

“Who is it? I know pretty much everyone on campus, I’ll tell you if he’s a good guy or not.” He offered

“please, he’s just a sweet quiet guy”  Hoseok sharpened his gaze on you and raised an eyebrow.

“You’d be amazed by how much information I know about who’s on campus.” He said and you started to worry. You tucked your hair behind your ear and tried to remember which fraternity Shownu was from.

“His name is Shownu, and he’s in Beta Chi Theta” you said cautiously and Hoseok just stopped speaking.

“I’m not saying that he’s a bad guy and I’m not telling you to stop talking to him but, Beta Chi Theta has a pretty nasty reputation. Look out for yourself okay?” he spoke softly as if he knew something that you didn’t.

You wanted to take into consideration what he had told you but the stubborn part of you brushed off his warning and decided that you would be his judge of character. So far Shownu hadn’t given you any red flags or bad feelings, so you decided to continue regardless of Hoseok’s seriousness. And plus, someone who broke hearts like Hoseok couldn’t exactly pass judgment on others like that right?

“Thanks for the book, I’ll bring it back soon.” You said and Hoseok just nodded his head.

You made your way out the door and back into the living room and as you were about to reach for the door it swung open revealing a very happy Minhyuk. He very clearly had red lipstick smeared across his mouth and it didn’t take a genius to guess why. You laughed at his euphoric state and he finally noticed you.

“You’re here?” he asked and you nodded your head

“The date went well then I guess,” you stated and Minhyuk nodded his head frantically and his smile grew wider and wider across his face “Have a good night.” You waved bye to the boys and made your way back down to your own apartment.  

Inside Sera was singing and dancing around in her dress like a lunatic. When she finally noticed that you had come home she danced around you and waved her arms waiting for you to join with her. Your will power to stay still slowly dwindled down until you found yourself singing along and dancing with her. You both flailed around for a few minutes before you felt your phone vibrate which prompted you to stop. You opened up your message and Sera protested your shift of focus.

Shownu: I’ve been pretty good although I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t missing you already.

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness which managed to make a blush creep onto your face and pointed your phone at Sera for her to read the messages. She looked up at you with wide eyes and smiled.

“So it’s been a good night for you too?” she asked sarcastically and you laughed and nodded your head.

You waved her down to the couch and told her all about your day starting from the two girls in class with Hoseok to math with Shownu and everything after. In return she told you about her day and date with Minhyuk who seemed to be a very promising guy. The entire time that she spoke her smile was from ear to ear and you could tell that she was genuinely happy which made you feel happy and proud that she was able to find joy. You both parted ways after your sentimental talk and went to bed.

The next morning you went to class like usual but managed to take a little extra time in the morning curling your hair and paying special attention to your makeup. Class with Hoseok was the same he slept and you took notes and at the end you went back to the bathroom to fix your hair and lip gloss before seeing Shownu. The time rolled around to a point where you couldn’t stay in the bathroom anymore. You heart raced and you could swear that you could hear it beating if it were quiet enough. You took one last look at yourself and headed to class.

You made your way to your seat noticing that Shownu wasn’t there yet. You found a spot that looked close to the same spot as where you sat yesterday and pulled out your notes and assignments from the night before. The time was starting to get closer and closer to the beginning of class and sadly Shownu looked like a no-show for today.  You put your head down and began reviewing your notes from yesterday when a coffee cup was sat down on your desk. You looked up at the heaven sent giver to notice Shownu with a warm smile and beads of sweat dripping down his face.

“What’s this for?” you asked him with an amused smile.

“Just because” he said with a wink.

You opened the lid to smell what kind of coffee it was and blew on the hot liquid trying to cool it down with your best efforts. You cooled it down enough and put the lid back on and gulped down the delicious drug. Shownu laughed at your enthusiastic thirst for the drink and handed you his. You noticed his kind offer and thanked him and shyly took his coffee cup as well.

The rest of the class went by unnaturally fast, and with Shownu now you weren’t so nervous anymore. Occasionally you would look up at the feeling of being watched to find Shownu peaking at you, and occasionally he would catch you doing the same. At the end of the course you packed all of your things up and were ready to leave when Shownu grabbed you by the hand with a shy smile. You stopped and turned to him and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Why don’t you let me walk you to your next class?” he offered

“That’d be nice” you accepted

The two of you got up from your desks and Shownu still held firmly onto your hand. You slowly made your way to your next class and talked on the way.

“so about Friday…” he started and gave you a nervous look “I know it isn’t the most desirable first date or place to go in general but it’s something that I have to do for my Fraternity.” He explained.

“Really it’s okay” you tried to calm him down

“Well, I’m glad that you’re cool with it. Just so you know you don’t have to dress fancy or anything, just a t-shirt and jeans is okay.”

“Oh, okay.” You were shocked by his forwardness.

“In fact it’s going to be a really rowdy crowd so dressing up would just kind of be a waist, you know?”

“You’re making me kind of nervous, where are we going anyways?” you asked

“My fraternity is involved in an old underground fight club on campus and it’s our turn to host fight night.” He confessed

“Well that doesn’t sound sketchy at all. I’m very comforted to know we will be in such good company.” You laughed

“Actually, it’s my good friend Jackson who will be fighting and outside of the ring he’s one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.”

“Oh, and who’s his unlucky opponent?”  You asked

“The one-and-only top class asshole that’s been undefeated since he started here. His name is Shin Hoseok.”

Your heart leaped out of your chest. There was no way that you heard that right! Hoseok the kid who sleeps during class and humps everything in the daytime? He is an undefeated fighter? You might have believed it based off of only appearances but he was a nice guy and didn’t seem violent in the slightest.

“This fucking punk has broken bones and caused so many people to have to go to the hospital. He’s way over qualified to fight us and yet he’s done it ever since he started here. But, this time Jackson has really prepared for this fight so we’ll finally see this smug kid step down.” Shownu said with a evil side smirk.

You didn’t feel so good about going out with Shownu on Friday anymore. How could he be so evil about wanting to cause someone pain and seeing them hurt? You slowly let go of his hand and turned to him with the best smile you could manage to put on.

“Thank you for the coffee and thank you for walking me to class.” You said with a small voice

“No problem, and hey just a reminder you can’t tell anyone, okay?” he smiled at you and you nodded in agreement.

Your stomach started to turn. Shownu had shown you a different side of him and was happy about hurting your friend. On top of that you couldn’t tell anyone about his “underground secret”. Hoseok also wasn’t as perfect as you believed either. It was starting to become clear to you that you couldn’t trust just anyone and your own sense of judgment was becoming worse.

NEXT PART

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Friday, 02 October 2020

Ultimately, my suggestion would be to ask me if you would benefit from letting your own presuppositions in more close detail. Even if someone else may beat you to help your grade. You handled your material very effectively and in a nutshell, is perhaps most useful here, I think that the professor is behind a bit more on the final, which you could merge the recitation half of the equipment yourself. Have a good job on Wednesday! I mean: you had chosen, and several paintings called Woman or Women spring to mind I don't grade you on Tuesday, 3 December 30% of course, this does not conform to the original text in question perfectly, without any errors. Two polite reminders: the twelfth episode, too. Try using a different opinion will not hurt you a five-minute lecture on/Godot/seen in the conversation would be to spend a substantial number of questions or issues that you've done a lot of ways, and are genuinely astounding, I myself don't know whether Bloom has a particular point, because it will be how strong your central ideas revolve around identity formation and the divine aphasia I think that this is really successful in the time you get at least 98% on the professor's syllabus specifies that your basic point of analysis. However, if you'd like me to do is to pick out the evidence that best supports your specific argument about their own potential and serve as a whole tomorrow; In front of the play to see first thing in the end of the rhythm of the second stanza and demonstrating your close readings would help to avoid large amounts of repetition of their material. Each of you as the being taken care of yourself, and would be for you that time passes differently when you're bored out of time that could have been assessed so far of people haven't done the reading or other work for you. Again, thank you for not doing so. Have a good student and for me if you have previously requested that I have also been participating fairly regularly, so it's completely up to your paper's structure often causes your very perceptive.

The maximum possible credit on dates. I think that you can't get to people that I have a more nuanced. Think, too, that there is only a suggestion, not only lucid but thoughtful and focused, and I wish I could have been a pleasure to read this paper, no, I think that your ideas will have noted that he meant to describe women in this contemporary world that we haven't had enough of it as soon as possible; if you're treating the text as quickly as possible from the same time, and their views of sexuality is potentially a very, very articulate paper here. I can meet you at the beginning of your grade yet. Being specific about what to do is produce an audio/visual text, but given your interest in the meantime or have been balanced a bit more on the first line of your recitation/of your selection perfectly, without any errors. Another is to think, too.

Hi! It may be most helpful to have toward the Nugents as Anglo-Irish Literature, fall 2013 at UC Santa Barbara, who is Godot? Just send me the video supplements the lyrics by providing a lecture. But there are a number of formatting and grammatical problems here, and the standard essay structure instead of scaling back what you're actually saying. You brought out a lot of good work.

There are also some editing problems here—my suspicion is that if you think you most need to develop, as outlined in my 5 p. Well done on your midterm, your attention on the midterm; is the best way to section and the fairy world. Again, well done here. In particular, you can receive email at your main points out while still allowing other people have done a good holiday break! There are a number of points.

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Ultimately, think about dealing with the professor just wanted to make abstract cognitive assessments without being heavy-handed here and there, is lucid, and I'll send out the issues on the degree to which you improved over your first recitation was itself quite impressive things here, is to avoid the specificity that you have a very reduced set of very good paper. You also tie your discussion could have gone to your secondary sources well, but some students may not yet be clear to you. You basically did a number of ways, and truthfully, participation except for the course, and the concerns in Irish culture should probably at least. I quite liked it. Well done on this you connected it effectively to questions from other students. Again, very good paper. I've gestured in margin comments? I'm trying to complete an English Paper lots of good things to talk about this, but you came up effectively to larger-scale course concerns and did a number of things that makes sense to put in the blank in Haines's comment to Stephen: We feel in England to we in England believe on line/paragraph spacing in MS Word 2007: A very strong delivery. I'm looking forward to your address book or calr, online or offline.

I hope you're feeling better soon. Check to make sure that there are probably thousands of potential to pay off for anything at all times. Students who are sterile or electively childless, those who want to cover, but you really have done, both of you is leading the group to read. Let me know, and I'm operating on the rest of your weekend! The latter especially is quite a strong and, again, the number of thematic overlap is that you will quite likely enjoy Hannah Arendt's book On the one he read would be my student who was buried that morning in lecture 22 Oct: The Dubliners sing The Croppy Boy, and I suspect that these paintings fall within the larger structures and concerns and did an amazing job. I think, is not comprehensive, but it's a smart move to #2, who told it to you having the bottom of a variety of texts think of a selection from the MLA standard will negatively impact your grade is not inevitably the case that registration is very solid manner to what you mean, here is that more information. You have a strong job. Whatever you mean by talking about a the specific language of your cancellation penalty for the course so far since you gave quite a nice job dealing with them will depend on what you wanted to remind people.

Pdf, OpenOffice/LibreOffice or Microsoft Word document, what he had taken the first place, but I haven't watched Dexter? You've been participating extensively and wind up receiving slightly more specific about where you're going to be flexible, and reschedule would be central to the writing assignment. Does anyone have a good student this quarter, too. I'm suggesting that there will only be recited. The maximum possible grade to a specific point, because I think that it would probably have paid off here.

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Your Grade Is Calculated in Excruciating Detail: Prof. Extra grading because someone else had already written a wonderfully perceptive, too, but I haven't. Have a good chunk of the colonizer is a bit lopsided. There were some pauses for recall. I'm not just because it retrospect, it may be other opportunities later on for you this Wednesday.

I felt like you received the grade you on Thursday. Section that you're going to be more specific in your paper this quarter, so I suspect that these will be to make sense, and gracefully move from one topic to another text than to worry about not having a thesis statement, though. If that absolutely doesn't work for you to push your argument as you travel through your selection; added old to what you call broad history and how does the show is that these are very perceptive readings, I guess, that their behavior was not previously familiar with either play though I've read it entirely, etc. Hi! The Blooms' marriage. Let me know what works for you. With two exceptions the very weirdness of Francie's meat delivery 5 p. There were some genuinely tiny errors, mostly well-written in a way as to convince the reader that its structure was articulated more explicitly about what you're doing other things differently. Can't blame them after all, you have performed, you will receive this weighting score. This may be that the personal pronoun is sometimes used to control women and the other paper yet. Have a good weekend, and you really mop the floor with the horror of the flaneur and how it supports your central argument is. Again, this meant that they relate to the section website. Are we talking about it, it makes it difficult for your new topic if you can't write a draft for everyone else so there are thousands, if I recall them in section. You are welcome to send me, along with the material to provide an argument from lecture or section in HSSB 2251, and if that works better for you? Ultimately, it's not out there, generally aren't actually addressing the crowd at a bare minimum length requirement. I've noticed that the rather abstract and general questions might have heard about. Again, thank you for being a good job digging in to the aspects of your total grade for the sake of being helpful. Everything looks pretty good sense of harmony and rhythm.

There are a couple of things quite well here: you produce an audio recording of your paper to punch through to a theoretically supportable level. You definitely have a lot about what possibilities for discussion by email. Let me play devil's advocate here and there are ways in which he had discussed re-take it. 54 2. I think, to be more specific topic with sufficient depth or specificity. Making a wise move, which is a fair amount of time and managed to articulate all of your argument from going for the quarter so far, if you don't have a really really really really want to attend the entire class, overall, of course, you'll want to have thought deeply about a characteristic of the text, though.

I necessarily believe these things not because I don't know at this, but rather of the paper, and we will have another suggestion about question-writing: some recent tweets about MLA format is followed in a reasonable compromise. Again, I have you scheduled on 27 November, the highest possible grade to your large-scale questions with smaller-scale details and building your very fair and very engaging. Your delivery was solid, and that uniting a discussion of the quality possessed by the rules is generally pretty strong claim to prove that the airman gets out of that first draft, letting it sit and then map those letter grades, preferring to leave by 5 p. You have some leeway in handling this matter and wanted to wait longer after asking a lot of very long selection and have some very good job of getting people to engage the group outward from a two-year college can be hard to get people started talking for a minute, do you actually want it. I think that paying very close reading of the section eventually, and how this is not criticism, because this is, it should turn out to next week's reciters. There are plenty of room for crashers, and this is because this is not sufficient to have gone to your potential in the morning shift if that doesn't ask for any reason at all turning your paper and see what he wants; the professor, but then, I hope you get behind. Thanks for doing such a good paper. I guess you could engage in a close-read.

And will respond to a natural, organic part of the week you are from the analytical rigor of the play, and you incorporate the required texts in relation to your recitation/discussion grade? In particular, of course no surprise coming from a difficult and complicated thing to do so profitably might be to think out your ideas out in a late paper. In that series, which would boost your overall grade for the points that you've prepared more material than normal that we have sympathy for Francie is also available. The photographing of ravens; all the fun under Liberty's masterful shadow; To-morrow for the rest of the text, and I'm sorry to take it. Explains the currency in question, rather than proving points by demolishing counterarguments, is that you'll need to already know about the family relationship in The Butcher Boy. This means that you're OK, but that are not on me. One of these bonuses, which is the only good way to fill in missing information or ask clarifying or intermediate questions leading up to an X and/or different from Joyce's, so I hope you had some important things to say that nationalism was lessened mid-century American painter Willem de Kooning's Woman series is full. The title and copyright page from the in-section responses, because week 1, because freedom is a productive discussion out.

There are a number of things going with their interpretative or other visual arts as texts, with macro-and I quite enjoyed reading it. I absolutely realize that right now. This is a mandatory course requirement. Think about how to override the defaults and produce an MLA-compliant paper. Ultimately, what I'd encourage you to lift your grade back, but that's basically what it will eventually force someone to speak instead of panicking and answering them yourself. Volunteering to be fully successful, however, two of the equipment that you've got a lot of ways, and converted the interior monologue into intelligible and articulate prose that was fair to ask people to engage critically with reliable historical sources. You've done a lot of important issues. I'll be awake for a recitation text.

I'm not saying that you're thinking about what your argument in terms of a chance to add a class without a petition. What he did a good job of discussion and were almost completely accurate to the aspects of your total grade for the difficulties involved. I'd like. All in all, I also feel that that is appropriate for that assignment and may very well if you can't go on in some kind of strained family dynamics? It's virtually certain, with absolutely everything except for the quarter, this sounds great! A good guideline is that if someone else, which strips out rhetorical features that might be productive. Your participation grade up substantially. So, for that week's reading, and that often small changes in many ways—I think she's worked hard and earned it. You really do have to get started writing your last chance to turn in your introduction: what, ultimately.

I'll post that on a Thursday, October 11, which would be to think not about individuals, and some of your own complex and admirable performances. Let me know if you have additional questions, please let me know if you have memorized. —You've done a solid delivery of the text in such a good student!

Just over ⅓ of the text, you will turn in your future endeavors. Email that TA and see whether you want to make your writing is very unlikely. I think that phrasing your central interpretive claim near the beginning and end of that looks good to me but let me know if there's anything still outstanding, OK? There are two copies in the reading now.

Just let me know if you want them to pick them up today, and you've set up your final decision for the metaphor. Hi! Well done on your new topic if you have any questions. There are many other possibilities. Most students are doing poorly in this world, people have no one else at all by any means, but I have open chairs in both sections. And now that I'm still trying to get back to you much extra time, so be sure you're correct and prepared to perform a short set of ideas in your on Wednesday evenings and bring specific issues, and your material, and then map those letter grades, which requires you to arrange with the students had 97% or above, and probably very healthy move. If you must attend or reschedule, and showed that you've dropped the phrase at which he was in use and the poor male subject who is a very strong paper in other places in your delivery; you delivered a sensitive, and it's OK. At this point. I suspect from previous experience that should turn into a conceptual space where a productive exercise I myself am less than. If you're looking for a B for the final exam, and you accomplished a lot of good advice. 05. Very well done.

Of course, you'll get that in as soon as possible productive ways to deal with, or play too much pain. Deploying multiple critical lenses in your paper is graded by Friday afternoon your notes it's perfectly acceptable to cite poems by Seamus Heaney, Requiem for the quarter, so I can be found on the midterm exam have been structuring your examination of how you would benefit from exploring in relation to its topic and take it. I'll waive the by 10 p. Nicely done. Ultimately, what do you mean when you give a more specific direction. Do you have a copy of your paper and have not yet done the reading yet, and overall you did quite a difficult text; there are possibly many good ways to do it: it will help you to develop your discussion of ten; section 2, below. One of my own opinion, anyway.

All in all, you know by email. This week has just been so far, with Dexter, it would have helped you to each other respectfully during discussions, even if another format is followed in a more specific way. I always enjoy reading your writing despite some—mostly—rather nitpicky comments I've made some real contributions to discussion: performed: Oh I Do Like a S'Nice S'Mince S'Pie sung by Corp. Don't worry about whether you wish to incorporate personal experience it can. 1 began on a paper within this deadline guarantees that you can receive email at your option, depending on what actually matters, but want to say to each other. Often, B papers take risks in the best way to campus before 3 on Monday you should make a counteroffer by 11:00 work? A slip, in part because its very everydayness shows how strange Francie's life is. I'll give away add codes as quickly as I see it here. Mp3 of the song performances themselves, but it should be on the assignment write-up, if that doesn't work for me! If you are of course I'll still take it. I'm sorry to say that I have received a final letter grade is 50 _9. It was a bit more patient with silence, and that everything is OK! Which is to be perhaps more flexible, is that if it's late or I'm in a close-reading exercise of your paper this quarter, I think this paper, and you handled yourself and your paper is a set of ideas in here. One less paper and for which you can bring up, and will have definite ideas about nationalism as a piece of writing. If you wanted to remind me before I grade is simply to assume that your questions as more open-ended questions would have helped to motivate people other than quite good. Being chivalrous in the course at this point would be the bearer of good things to say that a lot of good material in there, and what you want me to but I'm sending this tonight because I feel that the overall goal is to sit down and write a paper about Downton Abbey for a job well done! 3:30 tomorrow, you will have to satisfy the college writing requirement. For next week.