#i started to run so this is lowkey me just projecting but shh

[scorchedmazes]

ok but think about it,, minho ran three years in the maze.

meaning he had a first day of running. a first week. a first month. a first year.

so,, imagine:

he runs the inner sections first. then gradually, he runs the outer sections. mostly alone at first, until alby decides they need partners.

each day his legs becoming more tired. more sore.

he hides it. he hides the pains in his sides as he runs. he hides the pain that shoots up and down his legs from overuse. he hides the fact that his lungs feel like they could explode if he runs anymore.

he hides all of that bc he’s the fastest runner,, which eventually leads to him being named keeper.

none of the gladers know that he spends the rest of his day/night massaging his legs and stretching. none of them notice how his face twitches in pain when he sits down or stands up after sitting for too long. none of them see how hard it is for him to hide his pain not only physically but mentally as well.

[bloomingjungwon]

please write a heeseung college!au !!!! ♡♡

college!au heeseung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thank you for requesting! sorry if this is so long, i kind of got carried away and i was kind of inspired by one of my favorite blogger's writing style

major: cinematography (don't ask why, i can just imagine him being so into making motion pictures)

he'd probably minor in like north american or woman studies tbh

i can see him as a really quiet, doesn't involve himself in too many things, kind of student

doesn't really speak up when it isn't needed

but if it's a topic he's really familiar with, you can't shut him up

definitley the type of student to sit in the very front even if the classroom has like a billion seats left open

i also see him as the type to never be in the library, he usually just studies out on the grass or in a very underrated cafe.

lives off of coffee to the point his roomate!jake tells him he smells like coffee 25/8

you know how gym freaks take a shot of like protein powder before their workout? yeah that's him but with ground up coffee beans if he is in a rush and doesn't want to wait for his coffee to brew.

it's kinda funny, you don't know heeseung, and he doesn't know you. but you pass each other almost everyday because you also go to the same cafe as him.

like youre always leaving as he enters and like????

hello how r u not noticing such an amazing human being

but dont worry, ya'll meet some day

you're walking across your campus and the bulletin board catches your attention

amongst all the papers screaming "tutor needed" or "join our club", theres a flier SMACK DAB in the middle

"class do20 presents mini films at flint theatre this friday!"

and like, that peaks your interests

because you've always appreciated people's works

but you're kinda just standing in the middle of the walkway and staring at it , you don't realize someone standing next to you

"are you going to go and watch?"

you nearly jumped out of your skin cause like, who tf just talks to someone without getting their attention first

heeseung does

and now he's just staring at you waiting for an answer

"uh,, yeah seems kind of interesting. why? are you?"

"i have no choice to. i'm a part of it, i just haven't started on my film yet."

.... homie, the show is on friday and it's currently tuesday

silence

no words or expressions are exchanged and you're just staring awkwardly at each other

but in reality, you two are just silently admiring each other's features

"do you want to be a part of my film?"

your blank expression turned into a "wtf" kind of expression

"you want me, a complete stranger, to be a part of your film?"

he proceeds to tell you that it'll be a lot easier for him to work with a stranger since he'd most likely not mess around

because this boy needs to get his assignment done asap

and you kind of hesitate but then you're like "well, fuck it. sure"

and then he smiles. and holy

this guy has one of the most captivating smiles ever and you literally feel your heart stop for a small second

"let's get started today, if that's okay with you?" he suggests

and you agree and tell him you have one more class, but he can meet you at a cafe you're usually at

and now it's his turn for his heart to skip a beat because he's talking to an attractive person who just willingly agreed to help him on his project AND goes to the same underrated cafe???

but before he can say anything.. you're already walking away

and now he's just standing there dumb and love struck

but yeah heeseung is already at the cafe thirty min early while he waits for you, camera out facing the door, waiting for you to enter

catches you on film as you walk inside and he kinda just watches you in awe as you're scanning the room to find where he is

you give him a small smile and wave and in that moment, heeseung knew what title he was giving his film

you take your seat and you're like "so, what would you like me to do?"

and heeseung just asks you to do whatever you would usually do at the cafe

and you're like oh sweet. that's easy.

so you ask him what kind of coffee he wants and when he tells you, you stand up to leave and order coffee

he films everything

from you standing in line awkwardly, you picking at your nails, scrolling through your phone, ordering... literally everything

you come back holding both cups (which of course he films too)

"i usually just do my homework while i'm here, but i don't have a lot today"

"that's fine. you can just do it, and if it's okay, i can ask you questions to get to know you better."

"yeah that's okay with me. i can multitask well. i think."

that earns you a chuckle from him

he angles the camera at the end of the end of the table, focusing on you

and ya'll just do homework together and learn new things about each other

like how you eat pizza with a fork and knife because you refuse to get your hands dirty

which heeseung reacts with "do you need professional help?"

but homie blurts out he lives and breathes off of ramen noodles and his roomate!jake has to restock for him every two days

and you're like.... "you're the one who needs professional help."

and for a couple hours

you guys are just goofing around and talking to each other as if you've known each other for years

homework done, three cups of coffee later, heeseung's camera runs out of battery so he calls it a day

chooses the next location to film

a dog park

so the next day, classes done, you meet him at the dog park, and even brought your dog

films you throwing tennis balls, petting dogs, and even you getting chased by a dog

laughs throughout the whole filming process but then internally regrets it because he notices it could probably be heard in the video

breaks it to you that he has enough content for his project

and lowkey youre kind of sad because you've had fun being around him the past two days but you keep it to yourself

"i'm glad i could help. i can't wait to see it heeseung."

loves the way you say his name and now he's sad too because he doesn't really have an excuse to hang out with you more

so ya'll part ways after saying bye

but it's not some dramatic "i'm never going to see them again"

cause ya'll run into each other again at the cafe the next day

and it's kind of unspoken but ya'll just silently agree to sit down with each other and work on homework

you, reading out of your textbook, and him working diligently on his laptop (shh he's editing his film)

and you kind of steal glances his way and he's just smiling to himself as he works

and that's because he loves the way his film is coming along, and he loves seeing you

because in that moment, you both realize you have feelings for each other

but once again it's unspoken cause you're both scaredy cats

you call it a day and say bye and him back

you guys don't see each other until the night of the film show

and you're like okay i'll tell him i have feelings for him after the show

little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you

but he's up in the film booth sweating his ass off because he knows you're somewhere in the crowd

and all of a sudden he doesn't want to be there

"what if they don't like me in that way?" "what if they take my video the wrong way?"

internally and externally panics

but before he can grab his cd and break it, the lights turn off and oh shit the show is starting

tbh, the films from the other students were quite interesting and you were enjoying each one

but this uncomfortable feeling was forming in the pit of your stomach

were you anxious? nervous?

idk but you were anticipating heeseung's film

and finally on the screen appeared heeseung's picture and biography

you didn't even notice the smile growing on your face

you thought to yourself, what did he even name his film?

"love through my eyes"

....love??

does heeseung have feelings for me too? or did they switch up someone's film with his??

but nope, there was no switch up

you watched yourself on the screen, from you smiling at him at the first moments in the cafe, to you laughing at his eating habits, and to you being chased by the dog, audibly hearing heeseung's giggles

but you thought it was over until there were more clips of the both of you in the cafe

however, they weren't from the first meeting. the clothes you both were wearing were different

wait, isn't this from two days ago? he filmed us that day?

from a hidden angle, the camera caught you two stealing glances at each other when the other wasn't paying attention.

you looked at him with stars in your eyes, and when you went back to your textbook, he stole glances at you as if your were his entire universe

speechless, the film ended, and with his film being last, the show ended and the lights turned back on

you didn't even applaud, for you ran out of the building immediatley, looking for heeseung

and there he is at the entrance of the theatre just staring at his feet

looks up when you hear him running up to him

"so... the film" he starts

but you don't let him finish because you pull him by the shirt and kiss him

and he's shocked because what the fuck they're kising me?!?!

but relaxes and kisses you back

and yeah, that's how your relationship starts

and expect him to film you at random times

would probably treasure "love through my eyes" and play it as a surprise at your guys' wedding in the future

im crying

[basicallywhiterice]

moonlight (xu minghao)

Genre: Fluff, one scene with angst, college!au, graduation!au, established relationship, moving in together

Summary: Your relationship with Minghao, told through phone calls

Word count: 2k

Warnings: One cuss word I think

a/n: This is lowkey the foil to sunny but the plots are completely unrelated. Happy Minghao day y’all

D-17.

You wake up to a phone call from Minghao.

“Good morning!” he chirps. You respond with a noncommittal grunt. “Aw, baby. Rise and shine!”

“Five more minutes,” you yawn, turning over in your bed.

“C’mon, chop-chop. Get your exams over with! Get that bread, get that head, then leave.”

You still want to go back to sleep, but Minghao’s ridiculousness makes you open your eyes. “You want me to get that head? When you’re a hundred miles away?” Static. “That’s what I thought,” you grin, closing your eyes as another yawn escapes your mouth.

“Hey hey hey, don’t fall asleep on me again. You got this. Turn your camera on!”

“Why?”

“So I can see your beautiful face,” he sing-songs. A grin spreads across your face almost involuntarily—after three years of dating Minghao, simple statements like these never fail to make you happy. It’s because of how genuine he is, you think. He means it from the bottom of his heart. “Plus, you’ll have a harder time falling asleep again.”

“If you insist.” You sit up, turn your camera on, and prop your phone up on your blankets. Minghao pops up on screen a few moments later. “Hey.”

The call freezes for a second, displaying a pixelated jumble of his smiling face, before it resumes to show him blowing a kiss at you. “Hey.”

You blow one back, feeling the sleepiness leave your body. “Mm. Last day of exams. Can’t wait to get this shit over with.”

“That’s the spirit!” His grin is contagious, and you can’t help but break into a smile yourself.

“Thank you for cheering me up, Minghao. You just helped me start my day right.” Minghao’s the more laid-back person in your relationship, but he has no problem being your personal hypeman. He’s good at it, too—he never fails to brighten your day.

“Thank you for overcoming your sleepiness for me, baby.”

“Mhm, just for you. I think I’m gonna take a quick shower before I finish my exams.”

“Can I join?”

“Minghao!” You burst out laughing. Minghao grins.

“Hey, at least you’re fully awake now, right?”

“Oh my god, you dork. Anyways, what are you doing today?”

He explains some of his new designs and marvels at the amount of creative freedom his upcoming project has. Before you know it, it’s 8:28 and Minghao has to leave to catch the metro. You say your goodbyes like normal.

“I love you, Minghao.”

“I love you, y/n.”

You pause before you hit the ‘end call’ button. “I’ll see you soon.”

D-13.

Sometimes, you wonder if suffering through two years of graduate school was worth it.

Then, you remember the job offer you landed a few months ago, and the long hours seem like a small price to pay. Getting a job in New York City is no small task, and your learning through your graduate program certainly helped.

Plus, listening to Minghao get excited about how you’re finally moving in makes the process sound more than worth it, no matter how long it took.

“—so I asked my boss for the afternoon off to pick you up, and she said yes! And I was super happy, and she was super happy that I was happy, you know? She also suggested getting flowers—do you want flowers? I told her you don’t like flowers because they’re impractical, but I can get you a bouquet if you want, if you’ve changed your mind. Or I could get a flowerpot for our apartment. Or do you want a succulent for our apartment? They’re cute—”

“Minghao, calm down. Take a deep breath.” You wait until you hear his exaggerated huffing and puffing, and you smile. Minghao talks a mile a minute when he gets excited, but you love it. “Great. I’d love to get a plant for our apartment. I’m bringing my cactus with me, so we could draw cute faces on the flowerpots and have them be friends.”

“Didn’t you already draw something on your cactus’ pot, though?”

“Yeah, but there’s plenty of space to add on. Wait, let me show you.” You stand, padding toward your window and throwing open the curtains. Outside, the faint streaks of sunset paint the sky, illuminated by the fading glow of daylight. You grab your cactus from the window sill and walk back to your desk, holding it up to your phone.

“Oh, I like all the doodles,” Minghao remarks as you turn your plant this way and that. When you show him the back, where you’ve painted a crescent moon, his eyes soften. “You painted a moon on there.”

When Minghao graduated and left for New York, he promised that he’d always be there for you in spirit. After all, he had said, when you could look up to the same moon he saw, it was almost like he was there with you. “Whenever it’s cloudy at night or when there’s a new moon and I can’t see the moon, I just look at this instead,” you admit, running your finger over the paint.

“God, I’m so in love with you.”

“I know,” you smile softly, looking back up at your phone screen. “That’s exactly how I feel about you.”

“I know.”

Minghao stays on the phone with you for ten more minutes before he hangs up to go grocery shopping.

“I’ll see you soon, Minghao,” you say before you end the call.

Outside, the moon hasn’t risen yet, the sky an inky black. Tonight, though, you don’t need to watch the moon to deal with missing Minghao. Tonight, you sit back, content with waiting thirteen more days to see him.

D-10.

“I’m always so worried that this might be the last time I see my friends,” you whisper into the silence. It’s nearing midnight, but your mind is racing. You just got back from a long dinner with your friends and classmates, which was a fun affair, but now existential dread is creeping up on you.

“I felt the same way when I first graduated,” Minghao admits. You’re Facetiming him again, but your phone lays flat on your bed as you shuffle around, trying to drink in all the details of your room before you have to leave. “I still worry that I’ll never see some of them again. But they’re always one text away, and I make time to see everyone important to me.”

“Yeah. True.” You sigh. “Still, though. I’m gonna miss everyone. I miss you too, you know, even though I’ll be in New York soon.”

“I know. I miss you every day.”

You fall back onto your bed, grabbing your phone and holding it above your face. “I don’t… I don’t want to suffer through missing my friends while knowing that we probably won’t live in the same city again, you know? Missing you is slightly more bearable because I know we’ll end up in the same place, but there’s no guarantee for everyone else.”

“Yeah, and it sucks. But you’ll still be in touch with them, and you’ll make new friends.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

In the middle of the night, after you hang up and you’re all alone, you gaze up at the moon for strength.

D-5.

After walking across the stage and throwing your graduation cap in the air, you’re finally free from school. You don’t have much time to talk to Minghao—your day is packed with ceremonies and parties—but he’s just as excited as you are.

“Two years and I’m done!” you half-shout over the chattering in the background.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Show me your graduation cap!”

You pluck it off your head and hold it in front of you with one hand, rotating it this way and that like a steering wheel. “It’s about the same as the undergraduate cap. I did get this hood, though. It almost feels like a cape.”

“You could be a superhero that has caffeine for blood, or something, and your kryptonite could be history tests.”

“God, don’t remind me of those. I’m free now, remember?”

You talk for a few more minutes before your friends remind you of the graduation party at 4 pm, and you have to hang up to get ready. Before you hang up, Minghao bombards you with reminders of how proud he is, before you finally have to go.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says.

D-1.

“Really? You’re still doing last-minute packing?” Minghao asks as you throw some shoes into your suitcase.

“Shh, I blame you for distracting me with late-night calls.”

“You find me to be distracting?”

You roll your eyes, ducking down to grab your folded towels and plop them on your bed. “Mhm, always have. Don’t get cocky, though.”

He’s smirking when you look back to the phone screen.

“Minghao! I just said not to get cocky.”

“C’mon, let me have this moment.”

You sigh dramatically, glancing around your nearly-empty room and making a mental checklist of things to pack in the morning. “You’ll get to the airport at 2 tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. Terminal C, right?”

“Right. Can’t wait to C you then.” He groans, and you can’t help but prolong the joke. “Get it? C you?”

“I feel so bad for your roommates. I bet you tortured them with constant bad puns during exam season.”

“No comment.”

At 8:21, your roommate Jieqiong starts the last movie night you’ll share together, and you bid Minghao goodbye. Still, you find comfort in the fact that this is the last goodnight you’ll send over Facetime for a long time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Minghao,” you say, blowing him a kiss.

“See you tomorrow.”

D-Day.

“I just got done picking up my suitcases,” you say, slipping an earbud into your right ear as you drop your phone in your pocket. As you grab the handles of your luggage, you scan the baggage claim area for an exit and start walking toward the sliding doors at the end of the row of conveyors.

“Awesome, I just saw some people walk out,” Minghao says. “I’m here waiting.”

Suddenly, you feel very small as the gravity of the situation weighs on you. Minghao is behind those doors, waiting. You’re about to start a new life together, staying in the same city for the first time in two years. “What if I can’t find you?” you all but whisper, halting your footsteps.

“Then we’ll just keep looking for each other. Take your time, baby.”

“I—yeah, okay.” You will your legs to move again. “Will you stay on the call with me?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” A comfortable silence falls as you pass the exit checkpoint, stepping out of the sliding doors to the pickup area. “Okay, I just walked outside and—”

And then your gaze falls on a certain young man wearing a top in your favorite shade of light blue. What catches your attention is the poster he’s holding, with ‘my moon’ written on it in loopy handwriting and a cartoon moon doodled next to it.

Your face nearly splits open from how wide your smile is.

“I see you.”

Day 1.

You wake up with your face pressed into Minghao’s chest.

“Good morning,” you whisper. “Are you awake?”

Minghao groans. “Five more minutes,” he mutters. “What time is it?”

You glance around the room until you find his clock on his bedside table. “9:45. We have lots of time before we have to meet my parents for lunch.”

“Mm. Good.” He wraps an arm around your waist. “I’m glad you’re here, sleepyhead.”

You scoot closer. “You’re the one asking for more sleep, mister.”

“You’re the one who’s warm and soft and cuddly. I love you, y/n.”

Closing your eyes, you nuzzle your head into his chest and relax into his embrace. “I love you, Minghao.”

[min-youngis]

Run! - m.l

gif not mine

~ Pairing : Mark Lee x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Humour, Lowkey Crack

~ Summary/Excerpt : “What?” you whisper, suddenly noticing how close he is. You can feel his breath fanning across your nose. “Can we start hanging out at your place again?” he asks, ruining the unintentional moment. “Why?” you enquire, shaking off his effect, eyebrow raised as you keep half your attention focused on what’s happening in the adjacent room and the other half on the conversation.

“There are less people to piss off there."

OR

Your boyfriend has an oftentimes shocking presence of mind that's very beneficial to you.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 2,499 (nice!)

~ Warnings : uhh some suggestiveness, some kissing

~ A/N : mark lee has come for me and i am very confused bc suddenly, i'm seeing him in a way i've never seen him before, i just wanna hold his hand.

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“Y/N, no.”

“Y/N, yes.”

“Y/N, maybe?” Jisung meekly asks from his place in between the two of you glaring at each other from either end of the couch.

“Shut up,” you both say simultaneously. He retreats immediately, leaning behind and letting you snap back to doing what you were doing earlier. When Taeyong stuck him there in the hope that his presence might abate the standoff, he hadn’t foreseen the poor child being passingly bullied.

“I won’t do it,” Mark says again, obstinate, lips set in a determined line. “We could get in trouble.”

“I’ll ask Haechan and then you’ll get in even more trouble,” you confidently reply, gratified by the gasp you get from Jisung next to you and vaguely rueful that you had snapped at him earlier.

Mark looks like he’s struggling with himself, fists clenched on his lap as his dark eyes don’t leave yours, fight slowly leaving them in recognition of a lost challenge.

“Fine, but only if Jisung comes along.”

Both of you ignore the boy in question squawking out an alarmed, “What?” as he shoots forward, only to be pushed back by you and Mark leaning forward, identical scowls on your faces; yours annoyed and vaguely impressed at his condition and his cocky about managing to cause this minor inconvenience to your, in his opinion, delinquency.

You wonder if you can scare him into agreeing to your terms by glaring hard enough, but you know that he’s probably immune to it by now.

“Fine,” you bite out, cursing his stupid, glinting eyes and the stupid, satisfied upturn quirk of his lips that annoyingly soften the blow of your defeat. “But Haechan is on look out.”

Jisung moans lowly in misery, head cupped in his hands. Mark makes a big show of patting his shoulder in reassurance, accusingly looking at you as if to say ‘See what you’ve gone and done to him.’ There’s a small crack in the façade, as his lips pinch together in an effort to keep from twitching in amusement at the sheer gravity of the situation and how seriously you’re all taking this, and it’s all you can do to not call off the project and drag him to his room and just make out.

He knows. Of course, he knows. And now you’re both playing a different game, a more dangerous game of Who’s Going To Cave First as the staring turns more intense, Mark’s hand subconsciously stilling on Jisung's shoulder and your arms tightening in their crossed position.

“Backing out? Wanna go do something else instead?” Mark asks, voice low and leaving no room for doubt about the something else he’s referring to. It’s a daring move, one which he wouldn’t have attempted if any of the older members were in the room.

The tiny hitch in your breath is masked by Jisung, who hasn’t quite picked up on what’s going on, whining with suppressed hope, “Yes, please go do something else. This is a very, very bad idea.”

Before you can reply (in the negative, because you aren’t a coward and you will not be side-tracked by Mark’s whore-ish propositions even if he’s looking at you like you’re the camera lens and he’s in the middle of a spicier kind of photoshoot), a curious, excited voice comes from behind the couch, making all three of you snap your necks in its direction to look at the new entrant.

“What’s a very, very bad idea?” Haechan asks, gleeful expression on his face that distantly reminds you of the purple, smiling devil emoji.

No turning back now.

You don’t bother with any preliminaries. When there’s mischief involved, Haechan doesn’t need any convincing. Just an audience and somebody to antagonise.

“Doyoung's white chocolate,” you whisper-shout so nobody in the kitchen can hear, breath slowing down and brain moving focus to the extraction mission at hand.

Haechan’s eyes gleam in anticipation as he asks unhesitatingly, “What’s the plan?”

Satisfied, you get up from the couch, signalling the new entrant to take your place as you contentedly say, “This is why you’re my favourite.”

Mark scoffs and you shoot him a wink, standing in front and facing the boys. Haechan looks feverish in his excitement, Mark looks partly betrayed and partly amused, and Jisung just looks like he’s regretting every decision in his life that’s led him here.

“Jisung, you’re our first line of defence. You need to lure Taeyong and Jaehyun out of the kitchen and then go make sure Doyoung doesn’t leave his room.”

He whines is consternation and mumbles to himself faintly, “I just came here for food.”

You move on. “Haechan, you’re on look out.”

“I don’t think you’re fully utilising my potential.”

“You can stop everybody at the door with embarrassing stories about Mark,” you cajole, dangling your worm on a hook.

Haechan shushes Mark’s offended ‘Hey!’ with a wave of his hand as he scrutinises your unmoving frame, fingers stroking his non-existent goatee. “Do they have to be true?”

“Not at all,” you reply, pleasantly grinning in approval at the way his mind works. He nods in satisfaction and shoots a finger gun at Mark who’s in the middle of an eye roll, before leaning back languidly and stretching an arm along the top of the couch, beginning to mutter encouragement to a defeated and vaguely disbelieving looking Jisung.

You turn to your sullen boyfriend, petulant pout on his face as he sits with his arms crossed.

“Mark.”

He grunts shortly in reply. You’ll take it.

“You’re with me. We enter the kitchen when Jisung gives us the signal. I get the goods, you cover me in case anybody gets in.”

He seems relieved with his position, grudgingly nodding, probably realising that he can get away with pretending to just be in the wrong place at the wrong time if you guys get caught.

“What about the distribution?” Haechan asks, suddenly suspicious.

“Forty, twenty, twenty, twenty,” you reply, first pointing at yourself before running through the people on the couch.

Immediately, you’re assaulted by loud protests of ‘Absolutely not!’ and ‘I’m going through this shit for twenty percent?’

Your only ally is Jisung, who looks startled at the sudden noise and worriedly shoots a glance at the kitchen door to the left out of which the steady sound of conversation pauses momentarily before resuming once you pacify the clamour.

“God, okay, fine. A quarter each, are you happy now?” you hiss in annoyance.

They stand down, appeased. Haechan’s evil, gremlin smile is back as he stands up, rubbing his hands together in expectation. “Let’s get this party started.”

Mark and Jisung are significantly slower in their approach, and you try to infuse as much enthusiasm in your voice as you can when you tell Jisung to ‘Go, go, go.’

The rest of you tip-toe towards the kitchen, crouching behind the island counter right outside as Jisung shoots one last pleading look to the ceiling. On receiving no divine intervention, he sighs slowly and shakes his head a bit before squaring his shoulders and entering the kitchen.

You’re crouched in between Haechan and Mark, all of you slightly leaning towards the open door so you can hear what’s happening. Behind you, your boyfriend gently pinches at your waist and you turn around impatiently.

“What?” you whisper, suddenly noticing how close he is. You can feel his breath fanning across your nose.

“Can we start hanging out at your place again?” he asks, ruining the unintentional moment.

“Why?” you enquire, shaking off his effect, eyebrow raised as you keep half your attention focused on what’s happening in the adjacent room and the other half on the conversation.

“There are less people to piss off there,” he replies, looking pointedly at you as a loud laugh comes from the kitchen and you hear footsteps approaching. Jisung’s got a bright future ahead of him.

Before you can respond, Haechan’s hissing at you two to shut up and the next second, Jisung, Taeyong and Jaehyun are walking out, the latter two in dance clothes and Jisung wearing a strained sort of smile. The three of you bend down lower, quiet as mice until the youngest in your group shoots a thumbs up behind his back as they all leave the living room, after which you softly but urgently rise.

“Haechan, I’m counting on you,” you say in farewell as he takes his post a few feet from the door, Mark getting antsy next to you.

“Let’s get this chocolate,” he replies with a curt nod, shortly saluting before he leans against the wall, shooting surreptitious glances this way and that completely unnecessarily because there’s only one entrance to the living room and it’s dead ahead. But who are you to begrudge his proclivity for drama?

“Can we get this over with?” Mark sighs, resigned.

You enter the kitchen, eyes focused on the refrigerator. Silently, you walk towards it, signalling Mark to stand behind you as you slowly pull it open, muting the suction as well as you can.

“Why do we have to be so quie-"

“Shh,” you harshly whisper, interrupting his dumb question. In the living room, you hear Haechan cheerily say, “Hey, Jungwoo! You remember that time Mark farted in his sleep?”

You stop rummaging around long enough to turn and raise a single eyebrow at a scandalised Mark. “Tha- That isn’t true!” he sputters at your amused expression.

You only hum in response before turning back to the fridge. You spot the wrapper behind a bottle of water and pull it out as you softly grin. “Got it,” you mutter, making to close the fridge, chocolate cover in one hand.

Mark is fidgeting from side to side, waiting for you to finish up and you finally turn around with a victorious smile.

And then from outside, you hear footsteps approaching.

“Doyoung, you wanna watch that interview where Mark’s voice broke three times in a minute?”

“Maybe later. I’m gonna get some food first.”

Immediately, you both freeze.

“What do we do?” you mouth at Mark, panic evident in your eyes.

He looks at you, then at the damning packet in your hands and back up to your face before darting to the door. Any moment now, Doyoung is going to walk in, catch you in the act of stealing his beloved white chocolate and raise hell. An angry Doyoung is a scary Doyoung.

You’re still frozen in place, mind racing but reaching nowhere, when Mark gets this determined look on his face.

This had better be good.

In a single, long stride, he’s right in front of you, eyes blazing as he mumbles, “Let’s get this chocolate,” echoing Haechan’s words from earlier before he bends down and kisses you firmly, arms coming around your waist.

You squeak in surprise against his lips before you relax and your eyes flutter shut, hand holding the cover trapped safely out of sight between your bodies, your other arm coming up to rest on his shoulder.

It is, in fact, good. You’re vaguely impressed by his enterprise and his...er, methods.

Distantly, you hear Doyoung gag as he enters the room before he whines, “Guys, come on, not in the kitchen.”

Mark grins against your lips as you both pay no mind to his protests. If anything, it only spurs you further, him tightening his arms around your frame and you pressing closer.

And then, in the silence that follows, the loud sound of plastic crinkling emerges from somewhere near your abdomen.

For the second time in maybe as many minutes, you’re frozen in place, body stiff as Mark stills too.

He slowly, very slowly moves away a minuscule amount so as to not disturb the cover any further. “Do you think he left?” he mumbles, too scared to turn around and check.

Your eyes are still closed, preferring to believe that you’re both alone in the room, but the dangerously low voice that comes from somewhere near the entrance of the kitchen says otherwise.

“What was that?” Doyoung asks in a tone that suggests that he knows exactly what it was.

Of course, at that moment, Haechan enters, observes what’s going on and quickly says, “I tried to warn you. I just wanted to spare you the sight of Mark and Y/N sucking face.”

You peek over Mark’s shoulder, subtly shaking your head, trying to tell Haechan to shut up, fool. In the movement, the offending wrapper lets out another loud sound.

Your eyes snap to Doyoung. He looks like he’s forcing himself to be calm, taking slow, deep breaths but his eyes fixed on Mark’s back, like he’s trying to use X-ray vision.

“Is that my chocolate?” he asks threateningly softly. Haechan’s once cheerful expression morphs into one of abject worry and Mark’s breath hitches.

There’s only one thing to do then.

“RUN!”

At your yell, Mark jumps away from you, faking left before running right, Doyoung’s fingertips skimming the fabric of his hoodie. With an anguished yell, the aggrieved man turns his attention to you, eyes narrowed at the packet in your hands. Behind him, you see Haechan and Mark waving wildly above their heads, the former making monkey noises just to add some spice to the scene.

You wait until he advances a little closer, wait for him to finish his slow threat (“Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you,”), before lobbing the packet quickly over his head as you shout, “INCOMING!”

Both you and Doyoung watch with bated breath as the chocolates soar, arcing higher, going beyond his outstretched fingers, just out of Mark’s reach before landing neatly in the hands of a startled Jisung.

There’s silence for a long second. The boy looks confused, like he just caught the thing on instinct. His gaze slowly moves from the cover to everybody staring straight at him with varying degrees of desperation.

“Jisung,” Doyoung starts cautiously, gently moving forward so as to not startle him. “Why don’t you give me the chocolates?”

You follow suit, standing next to him. “Jisung,” you state, voice firm. “Twenty five percent.”

He scans each face standing in the row in front of him, from Mark to you to Doyoung to Haechan. His expression becomes sly, eyes narrowing, jaw set.

“You know what?” he begins, backing away but still keeping an eye from all of you. “I came here for food. And I’m going to leave with food.”

He holds up a commanding hand as all of you open your mouths, causing you all to abruptly shut them.

“Bye,” he says simply before rapidly walking backwards to the living room, chocolates dangling from his hands.

“What just happened?” Haechan asks, astonishment writ large on his face.

You’re grudgingly impressed and you’re about to say as much when you feel a gentle touch on your forearm. You turn to Mark only to see him looking warily at a slowly huffing Doyoung who bears a shocking resemblance to a volcano about to erupt.

Silence.

“RUN!”

~

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Edie & Diego

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Edie: don't u like surprises? 😜 Diego: hard no Diego: get a car that goes so we can store the equipment before killing it I'd like that Edie: What about ones you can't hear, better or worse? cos I've got some fireworks that might be cool Edie: you don't like surprises but you wanna DIE Edie: boi i can't drive! Edie: I'll see if I can get someone to take us but if not, hitch ur wagon to my pushbike Edie: just like old times n'awwh Diego: I'll steer you do the pedals Diego: fireworks smell bad but I won't do fart jokes if you want the colours Edie: if we find a motor that runs Edie: know there's one that the O'Dwyer lads left under that dodgy underpass Edie: but I say we got only so long 'fore that's completely fucked/burned out Edie: time's a wasting boyo Diego: Can be ready day after tomorrow if you are Edie: not a cult classic but how you rate it? jake's usually a fittie but he's pretty dorky in that Diego: the special effects were bomb for the era Diego: I can give you the same commercial success with my skills Edie: dope 💎 Edie: i'll storyboard lowkey for u but i'm happy for it to be mostly in the moment real shit Edie: u can use editing magic after if ur so inclined lil dude Diego: send me the song Diego: I'll get a feel Edie: hoe u best hop on my soundcloud rn Edie: gimme them listens Edie: EDieM as you clearly forgot 😤 Edie: newest track on there Diego: I remembered how to sign it, giving you that promo to my friends, but yeah Diego: confusion Diego: you're you're name sign to me Edie: 🙌 ayo, jokes aside about being a musician with a load of deaf fans Edie: always amping that bass up so should be feeling it literal Diego: capitalise Diego: nobody else is Diego: take the silent disco concept and make it fresh Edie: 💸💸💸 Edie: i'm into it Edie: fuck the mainstream, making music for the kids at places like ur school n mine n all the other's who a lil fucked up Diego: Put that into your storyboard Edie: 😏 Edie: mightbebreakingintomyschool Edie: itseasyandriskfreedoneitbefore Edie: hey, d'ya reckon we could get our hands on some hearing aids and shit Edie: not about to suggest we break into your school, more to nick=not worth it Diego: Old people's home? Edie: yassss Edie: shame our grandparents are young as shit and we love 'em enough not to do it to 'em Edie: i'll give 'em a free performance, they'd LOVE that Diego: ma has my baby stuff kept cos she loves me real deeply Diego: won't be enough but its a start Edie: 🙄 lowkey a hoarder Edie: imma make billie n her go round all the antique shops, keep an eye out for those real old school ear trumpets Edie: that'd be sick Diego: my teacher has one of those! ill ask if we can borrow it Diego: he loves showing it around Edie: 👏 i've got a vision so hard now Edie: u can ask if any of ur friends wanna be in it but we'll have to do that 'round here Edie: look like pied piper paedo taking too many of yous away on a jolly Edie: esp. with a 🎥 in tow Edie: lord help me Diego: I'll do seamless cuts Diego: there's a girl that NEEDS to be in it Edie: I see how it is Edie: ur REAL muse Edie: better not be too cute, stealing my shine Edie: i'm the ⭐ remember Diego: Understood Diego: She's a good singer if you do need backup Diego: [Sends her soundcloud] Edie: oooooookuuurrr lil mama Edie: i see u Edie: if she's down then we can make it happen sure Edie: get you your boo thang 😍 Diego: I'll ask Diego: don't out me Edie: gon' get all shy? Edie: use your director swag Edie: just don't get #metoo wid it, Tarantino, alright? Diego: She's shy Diego: and with that voice Edie: or playing it Edie: best be chill then lil one Diego: You think she's faking coy? Edie: meh, might be too young to know how Edie: but that's what girls do Diego: do you? Edie: i'm not telling u all my signature moves! Edie: depends Edie: lots of lads don't like it if a girl is funnier, more mouthy and opinionated than they are, if that's what you're after, then sure Edie: some boys want that at the start, so they can 'tame' you and have that on their ego, so you end up pretending later Edie: but you'll get it as you grow Diego: Everyone's thinking too hard Diego: I just like her, she's nice and funny and talented Edie: you sweet sweet child Edie: don't ever grow up k Edie: once u hit 10, 11, you'll be a right dickhead Edie: always happens, the girls usually a bit before 'cos we're always ahead of yous Diego: Are not! Diego: and I'll be sick when I'm older you mean Edie: are so! Edie: we'll see Edie: not in my experience but prove me wrong Diego: I'll be the first Diego: Be ready Edie: 😂 believe it when i see it Edie: guess Junie isn't so bad but that's 'cos he's gay Edie: its different Diego: He's not? Edie: oh yeah shh Edie: keep that under your hat Edie: deal with that one later Diego: more importantly Diego: half the school want to be in this Diego: they're telling me Edie: ✋ hahaha yes brotha Edie: can do so much more with a full cast Edie: i'll make sure its fun, even if they can't come for the illegal bits Edie: love these kids, so hype 😂 Diego: im loving the song Diego: Feeling it Edie: forreal? 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