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[minho-hoho]

Shush

☾ GENRE ➝ yandere, mafia

☾ PAIRING ➝ yan!mafioso!yeonjun × gn!reader

☾ WARNING ➝ yandere themes, mafia related themes, violence, blood, murder, etc...

☾ REQUESTED ➝ no

☾ WC ➝ 0.8k

☾ NOTE ➝ uhh i actually wrote this and a quite lengthy taehyun one shot but it got deleted so sksksks i just lost hope and stopped coming to tumblr for a while srryyy

MASTERLIST

you were shaking under the covers of your bed, as if the almost constant state of fear you were living in wasn't enough, yeonjun had to do his business in your house. the screams and threats were freezing your blood, you were terrified that anyone would get hurt, and that you, would get killed because of what you considered yeonjun's reckless behaviour. for someone who claimed to only want the best for you, and only acted with your best interest in mind, he sure was being dangerous towards your safety. the only thing you could do was wait patiently, praying that whatever thing he was doing, was ending soon.

you heard a scream of intense pain followed by a loud thud. the voice didn't belong to yeonjun, but you didn't know if that reassured you any better. did he kill someone in your house? you wanted to get up and check up on him, and what happened, but the thought of the possibility of seeing a dead body laying on your living room's floor was frightening.

you carefully tiptoed to your bedroom's door, and tried to listen to any sounds that might come out of the living room. for a few seconds, only a dead silence fell on your ears. the silence stopped as a string of curses left yeonjun's mouth.

quietly, you slightly opened the door, enough for your voice to be heard.

“yeonjun..?” you called out his name, your voice quivering a little.

his eyes immediately darted your way, looking at your figure peeking through the door. not knowing what to say, he stared you, his dark gaze piercing your skull.

“what happened, is everything okay?” you asked, a bit reluctant, not being able to decipher his emotions.

yeonjun sighed, looking at the corpse laying next to his foot.

“this is what happens when you decide to go outside and disobey.” he walked towards your door.

it was true, you went outside and went out with some friends when you were forbidden to do so, as yeonjun was scared that the wrong people would get you and him, and hurt you. you regretted ever going out with someone heavily involved in the mafia world, in every step you took, you were reminded of the risk that and of the chances that you'd get harmed by anyone in the opposing mafia to yeonjun's. and on top of that, you added his obsessive and overly protective behaviour towards you, you deeply regretted ever agreeing to go out with him, your mental not being able to take any of yeonjun any more.

but even if what you did was objectively dangerous and stupid, did that mean that he had to kill someone? at this point, you didn't know whether he did it to protect you, because of his borderline psychotic and obsessive behaviour or because he simply enjoyed witnessing the death of over human beings.

“because of what you did, people now know about you, and i need to kill even more people for you.” he was now in front of you, towering over you, maintaining a chilling eye contact with you.

“no matter how much i warned you, you still went against my directions. do i need to threaten you? to show you the corpses of the people i've killed? because i can, and i will if that's what you need.” shivers ran through your body, you knew that by working in a mafia he had to do some shady stuff that potentially involved ending some people's lives. but you never thought he'd kill some people because of you. especially if it could have been avoided.

a wave of guilt washed over you as you felt at fault for the death of many. your shoulders dropped, and tears started to well up in your eyes. yeonjun's eyes were piercing through you in the silence. you looked down to your feet, remorse still eating you, you took a shaky breath before muttering low excuses, your voice unstable.

unbeknownst to you, yeonjun was smirking. his efforts were paying off, he had successfully manipulated you into feeling culpability for things you didn't even control. he was now sure you'd never leave his side, which was his ultimate goal, it was all he dreamt of.

he sighed, before taking you in his arms, startling you a little. “it's okay, just, don't do it again, okay? let's not spill more blood than needed. be careful, and as long as you follow my orders to the letter, you'll be safe and happy.” his shirt was now wet by your tears, you nodded, determined to not make any more mistakes.

yeonjun grinned, he kissed the top of your head. you sobbed in his chest, as he softly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you back into a happier state.

he finally achieved his most important mission, and he was more than overjoyed inside.

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[woosluv]

studio — hongjoong

!MINORS DNI!

— pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader

— rating / genre: 18+ / smut, fluff, established relationship

— warnings: penetrative sex (vanilla), pet names (hj calls reader pretty and baby), grinding, teasing, hickeys, not a warning but this is the softest sex ever? 😭

— word count: 1.3k

— summary: you find yourself craving hongjoong when you wake up, desire pent up after he's been locked away in his studio for so long.

— note: this is my first smut so uh yeah lol. i've never really written smut before (and you can tell, i'm so awkward with my words here😭) so this might be a bit bad

[ start ]

You had awoken from your slumber and turned over in bed, groaning when you felt the cold mattress beside you. Hongjoong still hadn’t come to bed yet and it was – you lift your head to check the time – 2:45 am. You sigh deeply as you throw the comforter back and swing your legs over the mattress to step onto the cold floor.

You can see the blue light from his computer shining under the door, further confirming your thoughts that your boyfriend was still working in his studio. You opened the door and watched with a pout as Hongjoong bobbed his head a bit to the beat he had been working on since earlier that day. 

You’re still groggy with sleep when you make your way towards him and wrap your arms around his chest from behind. Your presence causes him to move his headphones off his head and look up at you with soft eyes. “Hi baby. What are you doing up?” You can’t help the pout that falls on your lips as you look down at him. “It’s late, you should come to bed.” Hongjoong nods as his fingers go back to moving things around on the track. “I’ll be there in a minute. I need to finish this before I forget what I wanted to do.” You sigh as you hear your boyfriend’s words. That had meant he actually wasn’t going to bed any time soon and he’d only crawl into bed when the sun was finally coming up and it was time for you to get up. 

Getting more and more sleepy by the minute but not wanting to leave, you decide to just crawl into Hongjoong’s lap and make yourself comfortable there. As you climb onto his lap you feel Hongjoong wrap a protective arm around your waist to make sure you don’t fall. After finally settling down with your head on his shoulder, Hongjoong gets back to work, listening to the demo before going back and changing things. He did this over and over again and it was starting to get on your nerves causing you to shift a bit in his lap.

You felt Hongjoong’s arm tighten around your waist. “Don’t do that.” You only huff, not even fully awake at this point, and nuzzle your face further into his neck. A couple minutes later you’re adjusting yourself again, and this time you’re very aware of the thick print of his half hard dick rubbing against your clothed core. “Baby, I said stop.” But he does nothing more to really stop you as you begin leaving little kisses on his neck as you trail your hands down his chest and stick them under the band of his sweatpants. “Baby, what did I just say?” 

You could only let out whines. “Mm, it’ll be fast Joongie.” But Hongjoong doesn’t like quick sex. He loves to take his time and enjoy every moment with you. So he took off his headphones and sat back to let you pull his sweats down. Your pulse quickens at the sight and at the thought that he wasn’t wearing underwear, almost like he was waiting for you to some and stick your hands in his pants.

“Joongie.” You let out the prettiest whine as Hongjoong grabs your hips and guides your clothed core back and forth over his dick. You could feel the wetness growing and soaking through the panties you were wearing as Hongjoong grinds your hips down onto his own. Hongjoong was kissing down your neck and breathing in your scent, peach from your shampoo mixed with a little bit of sweat, admiring how you felt on top of him with only his shirt and a pair of panties on.

“So pretty baby.” He couldn't help but murmur the praise in your ear, voice gravelly with lust as he moved his hips a bit to rub against you more. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him now. So you reached down to hold Hongjoong’s cock and guide it towards the soaked patch of your panties. He groaned in your ear at the feeling of both your hand around his length and the arousal seeping through your panties. “And so needy. What’s got my baby so needy tonight?”

You’re not in control of your actions or what you say anymore. You’re really too far gone, dazed from just waking up and the way he’s making you feel. “Just miss you.” You pout a little more before leaning your forehead forward to meet Hongjoong’s. But Hongjoong loves the way you’re whining for him and how you look, so dazed and fucked out and he hasn’t even touched you. So he reached down and pulled your panties aside, far too lazy and way too impatient to actually remove them, and ran a light finger up your slit, feeling how wet you were just from grinding on him. You hummed at the feeling, pushing down to try to get more from him, but to no avail.

But you’re more than pleasantly surprised when Hongjoong lifts your hips and rubs his dick against you to slick himself up a bit. “I can tell.” His voice is almost teasing as he slips his tip in, holding your hips so you can’t completely sink down onto him. You whine and nudge his nose with yours. The feeling of him being in you but not completely was frustrating, leaving more to be desired. Especially since you knew just how well he filled you up. “Please Joongie. Need you.” 

He reached up to peck your nose so softly. “Since you asked so nicely.” And he slowly pulls your hips down. He feels so nice and big stretching your warm walls. The pace is achingly slow as he controls your hips. A sigh leaves your lips as you take the last of him in. Hongjoong is still holding your hips down, teasingly rolling you against him. He can���t help it. Not when you look so pretty sitting on him, breaths shaky and eyes clenched close with the desire to bounce on him.

You lean forward to catch Hongjoong’s lips in a desperate kiss, whines vibrating in your throat as you went to lift your hips from his own. Much to your satisfaction, he guided your hips to bounce on his length. “Mm, Joong.” You let soft moans out at the feeling of Hongjoong reaching so deep and hitting you perfectly in your spot every time. 

The feeling of Hongjoong’s hands moving up your waist and moving to trace up your spine left goosebumps all over your body, sensation growing with the feeling of his cool breath hitting your neck as he thrusted up into you every time he brought you back down onto him. Hongjoong groaned low into your neck as you clenched around him. He could feel that you were getting close to your high at the feeling of your thighs quivering and the way you leaned forward into him to dig your face into his shoulder.

“Joongie, s-so close.” He moved his head to suck pretty little bruises on your jaw and under your ear as he coaxed you into your orgasm. “Wait for me, pretty. I’m close too.” Hongjoong grunted as he pulled you down into his thrusts, sloppy the closer both of you got to finishing. You whined out as Hongjoong repeatedly hit your sensitive spot. “It’s okay baby. You can cum now.” As he pulled your hips down onto his one last time, you both finish. Hongjoong tightened his arms around your waist as he felt your hole clenching around him, forehead resting on your chest where he could hear your heart beating. 

All that could be heard were both of your pants, breaths heavy from the orgasm you shared. You were both calming your breaths, feeling each other's heartbeats as sweat glistened on your bodies underneath the soft lights that glowed behind the monitors. “Let’s go to sleep, yeah?” Hongjoong’s soft breaths tickled your neck as he spoke. You hummed in response as you tightened your arms around his neck. “Please, I’m sleepy.” Hongjoong could only chuckle lovingly at the tone of your voice, already knowing you had the cutest pout on your lips.

[ end ]

taglist: @wooyoung-a @dogsongy

[tohokuu]

phantom regret - choi san

tumblr is based off of reblogs, not likes. please reblog my work.

warnings : public sex. fingering. degradation. dumbification. marking. one use of daddy. one mention of weed.

wc : literally i’m half asleep idk

a/n : i keep listening to dawn fm

something about san shoving you in a bathroom stall while you’re at the club. hiking your little mini dress up because he couldn’t stand you getting so fucking close to wooyoung and yunho.

“princess, seems like you don’t know who you belong to.” while he’s snaking his fingers around your throat and pulling your panties aside but oh !

no panties ? what a fuckin whore you turned out to be !

theres a glint in san’s eyes when he feels no panties. his hand getting tighter around your throat as he presses against you. his dick rubbing against your thigh.

“it’s like you were planning on fucking someone other than me tonight.”

your eyes teared up. “n-no, sannie. swear it was an accide-“

but poor you :( making stupid mistakes even now.

“an accident ? baby, im pretty sure i don’t accidentally forget to wear boxers on my way to work.”

you didn’t even have a chance to respond before he plunged two fingers inside you. they curled perfectly to rub against the spot inside you. your knees felt like jelly and if it weren’t for san holding onto you, you would’ve fell right to the floor.

your tongue long lolled out and eyes went cross. truly looking stupid for your sannie. his blonde hair was painted pink and purple under the club bathroom lights. sweat ran down his brow and glitter coated the lids of his eyes. he looked ethereal even when he was beyond pissed at you.

“so fucked out already ? just over my fingers.” he babbled on and on about how you were so stupid for him. you tuned everything out, just listening to best friends playing in the distance, his heavy breathing, and the embarrassing squelch between your legs.

his thumb rubbed your clit furiously as he bent down to mark you. red splotches blooming like spider lilies on your neck and shoulder. your eyes rolled back as your orgasm got closer.

“s-sannie.. ‘m so fuckin’ close, baby.” you moaned, squeezing his shoulders a little tighter. “are you, baby ? i can fuckin feel it.” he responded back.

your orgasm got closer and closer, beginning to feel like you were going to be hit by a wave of euphoria. your hips shook in his hold, eyes rolling back and nails digging further into his shoulders.

“san ! san, th- think ‘m gonna cum.” you cried out. his circles got faster, rubbing over your clit as he was determined to make you as fucked out as he wanted. you couldn’t shake ass for yunho and then act like an innocent baby in front of him.

“yeah, cum for me. cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

just as he asked, you came all over his fingers. you wet even the insides of your dress and the edges of his cuff. your eyes rolled back until all you saw was white, a high hitting you better than any weed you and san smoked together.

you left crescents on his shoulders, hips shaking uncontrollably as he continued to rub you through your orgasm.

“aw, you came so much.” he giggled. “slut.” he spat right after, putting his fingers inside your own mouth, making you taste your essence.

you licked it all up like a good girl, knowing he’d be mad if you didn’t. “what a cute doll.” he told you. san kissed your cheek, pulling you into him as you hung limp from the orgasm, unable to act out any longer.

just what he intended to do.

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[halaboyz]

5:46 pm, seungyoun

gn! reader; fluff; no warnings but ocean; 382 words

a sigh of contentment, a shoulder to lean comfortably. the person you have loved deeply for years beside you, his hand intertwined with yours as tightly as how he's got you wrapped around his finger.

"tired?" seungyoun leans his head on yours for a second affectionately, chuckling. "no, just... happy." you answered, burrowing your head further in response to his affectionate move. seungyoun hums, a genuine, sincere smile on his face as he lets a few seconds of comfortable silence settle in, "...me too." he replies, and he doesn't expect another reply and just watches as the ocean eats the sun at the horizon as hues of purple, orange and red washes over the both of you.

"then will you marry me?" you suddenly ask, not budging on your place as if you just asked one of the normal questions people ask people on a daily. "...what?" seungyoun asks softly, praying to the gods you won't take it offensively, shifting on his seat to look at you. he repeats the question, blinking rapidly as fast as his heartbeat goes. he was going crazy for you and this was the time he knew it was impossible to hide it. "i asked you if you want to marry me," you chuckle. hands instantly going for his cheek to caress. "i'm happy, you're happy, we've been living together for years, shit we even have a bank together– will you marry me, cho seungyoun?"

"i..." you weren't a second scared when seungyoun doesn't answer, you knew him all too well to doubt his feelings, you just wait patiently, not urging him to answer quickly in case it burdens him further. "i would." he whispers, and then the smile he had was back– wider. "i would– i will– i do," he laughs wholeheartedly, throwing his head back. "in all of the universes– i would." he nods, and a tear falls unexpectedly from his shining eyes, making you tear up too. "let's get married."

and it was that moment, where it was just the both of you in a land full of people, in front of an ocean full of species known and unknown, under the rising moon and the falling sun, where you just knew that you just needed each other to feel alive– to be alive.

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[woobly]

ANOTHER CHAPTER . . . 황인탁 !

PAIRING. non idol! intak x gn reader GENRE. fluff, high school au, established relationship au WARNINGS. use of petnames (love) WORD COUNT. 1.1k words

𓂋˚˖ A/N. wrote this a few hours before and after my own graduation lmao i found out intak also graduated a few months ago so i just had to do this one

“I NOW DECLARE YOU, GRADUATES!”

You grabbed the tassel hanging loosely right beside your face and moved it to the left side of your cap. The entire hall was then filled with roaring applause, an acknowledgement of all the hard work you've put into the past few years of high school.

You looked to your right, and within the small space between two other graduating students, you saw that your parents were already smiling and waving towards you. A taller figure standing beside them moved a little closer to them so that they were also in your line of sight.

Your boyfriend Intak had finally arrived to see you graduate, and you were more than ecstatic to see his proud smile.

Once the ceremony ended and all the students and guests had exited the venue, it was time for the photo ops.

On one side, a group of hired photographers were taking the mandatory family pictures at a booth that had previously been set up. Others were either taking pictures with the DSLR cameras their fathers brought with them or with their own cellphones. Those walking around were probably frantically looking for their friends to take pictures with.

After you had your pictures taken with your parents, you asked them to wait for you in their car so that they wouldn't tire themselves out waiting. You then made sure you took photos of you and your friends, holding on to your resolve of not leaving until your camera roll was full of people who got you through the past years of a hell ride and the people you also love. Of course, that included Intak, who also happily volunteered to be your photographer for the day.

All goodbyes and photos said and done, only a couple of people were left in the lobby; you and Intak included.

“Sooo, how does being an alumni feel?” He teased as you both take a seat on the bench just outside the school gates where he used to wait for you.

You sighed in response, relishing in the post-graduation rush. “Honestly, I refuse to believe this is all real. It all feels too .. sudden. Like two weeks ago, I was cramming for exams with everyone else, and now you’re saying I won’t be able to see them again in uniform tomorrow? I know I’ll still see them when we hang out, but things will just be a little different, you know?” Again, you sigh, but this time in slight frustration. You then looked up into his eyes that were apparently already looking at you the entire time. You took one of his hands before you continue. “But really, I’m just glad you’re here. You’re kinda like a reminder that things don’t really have to change,”

“Of course, I’d be here. I wouldn’t miss it for the world—not when I’ve seen how much work you’ve put into that shiny medal of yours,” He noted, pointing towards the somewhat-heavy object hanging around your neck.

“And yet, I missed your graduation,” You pouted, and Intak had to physically stop himself from pinching your cheeks and kissing you right then and there.

“But I didn’t even get to attend it myself, so you really didn’t miss anything,” With the hand that you had been holding, he started rubbing the back of yours gently.

“Still. I think it’s an essential high school experience,”

“If you’re that upset about me missing my own grad, then that’s all I really need,” He giggled, and that familiar warm smile appeared once again. You had seen it a gazillion times before, but it never failed to make you feel all fuzzy and cozy inside.

Then, an idea suddenly crossed your mind, and you didn’t hesitate to jump on it. With your hands still joined, you quickly pulled him back inside the hall, and pushed him to stand right in front of the stairs leading to the stage, but not before checking if the place was empty. You placed your diploma in his hands, your medal around his neck, and your cap on his head.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching you graduate!”

You jogged towards the front of the stage as you fished your phone from your purse and started recording. You lightly giggled as you noticed your boyfriend’s confusion even through the screen.

“Hwang Intak! Honor Awardee!”

“But I’m not an honor student,”

“Well you are now!”

Intak chuckled and decided to play along with you. He walked up the stairs and to the center of the stage with grace. However, instead of bowing normally like how the others did earlier, he exaggeratedly bowed like a prince, raising his hand up and placing it on his stomach as he leaned forward and moved his foot backwards.

You giggled at his antics and watched as he left the stage and walked towards you with a slight skip in his step, feeling pride and elation swell across your chest.

“Thank you, love. You really didn't have to do that,” He took your free hand and interlocked his fingers in yours. You sigh as you slowly left the ceremony hall.

“It’s not the same, but–”

“Y/N. You’ve done more than enough,”

“No, but you still deserved the opportunity to go up there and be recognized. It’s just a shame I’m the only person here to witness it,”

“It doesn’t matter if the whole world doesn’t recognize my efforts; as long as you do.”

You lightly punched his arm to cover up your flushed face before you took his hand once again and slowly made your way towards the double doors.

“Congrats, Mr. Hwang!” You both turned in the direction of the voice in shock; you could've sworn everyone had already left. “You too, Y/N. Good luck with college and…”

One of your favorite teachers who was a fresh college graduate and a new teacher at your school pointed teasingly at your intertwined hands. You had told her about Intak a few times after she teased you frequently about how “glowing” you always looked; she was definitely rooting for the both of you in a not-so-subtle way.

“Ah, thank you Ms. Lim! We’ll do our best.” After saying your goodbyes, you pulled Intak towards the door with a slouched back as if you were still trying to hide. He could only let you drag him along as he chuckled at your behavior and how things had turned out.

Graduating from high school only comes once in a lifetime. This definitely wasn’t how he imagined his own graduation would go, but he’s more than content with closing this chapter in your lives and moving on to the next with no one else but you.

© woobly, 2022. all rights reserved.

[starlighthan]

SHOWSTOPPER — PART ONE.

pairings: non-idol!minho and gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, angst, enemies/academic rivals to lovers, fake dating au, university au

warnings: a kiss without consent, curse words, physical harassment, mentions of murder and violence, and minho being confusing ! :’D

word count: 11k words (WOW that’s a lot, and that’s just the first part help)

synopsis: minho really wanted to get his ex back by fake dating you, but why were you an obstacle in this plan of his?

tag list: @awooghan @hwangsify @cosmic-railwayxo​

song inspos: 121u - day6, valentine - 5 seconds of summer, everything has changed - taylor swift & ed sheeran, best song - young k

note: i have returned... with a long cliché and cheesy fic, for the first time!!! this is an entry for @hiraya-m’s movie night! this fic is inspired by the movie, she’s dating the gangster, so expect a lot of parts similar to some scenes in the film! this has a ton of time skips (which i think are somehow essential for the fic lol), and this is my first time writing a long fic, so this could be fast-paced or something :’D bear with me in this fic pls i’m not sure if some of you all are fine with cliché content, i really tried to mirror the vibe of the movie at some point! i was thinking of posting this after the WHOLE fic is done but the 11k’s been sitting here for 6+ months (which is why the writing’s kinda shit plz), so here you go!

© starlighthan - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

Lately, everything felt so unreal. And what did you do for the whole day? Pretend that the relationship you got yourself was nothing. 

It’s working. 

You feel the quick rush of the wind on your face. “Were you not kidding when you texted me? Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” Dahyun ran to you to bombard you with questions about a piece of particular news you just shared with her. You let the word spread before telling your friends about it after they heard such an unexpected update about you.

“Keep it quiet. I’ll tell you all about it if you keep your voice down,” you quickly covered the mouth of the girl in front of you. After that rough move, you dragged her to the seat beside you and fixed her messy hair. 

“There you go,” you tried to smile. Dahyun looks… not that bad. “Alright, I’m not! We’re just doing this for his ex. And it’s been just a few days, Dahyun! I don’t want everybody to know right away.”

Dahyun snorted, moving her head away from you. Her assumptions were correct. There was no way that you’d date Lee Minho. You’re “out of his league”, and you two are secretly enemies.

Not only does he tease you every second, but almost every class is also a competition. You’ll never forget how he was petty over the fact that he got a perfect score in the machine project first just because he scheduled his demo earlier than you. You could’ve rejoiced since the two of you were the only ones who got a perfect score in your class, but no. Minho decided to use his bragging rights because of that demo appointment unnecessarily. You were too nervous to demo right after the deadline; that was it!

When you stepped into the computer lab earlier this morning, you immediately heard your classmates close to Minho talking about your relationship. They’re right, though. Who would date a new person just a few days after he and his ex broke up? You’re right. It’s Minho—he gave out that kind of vibe.

Sighing and shaking your head, you cross your arms. “You need time to process and laugh over that, Kim? He’s an annoying ass. Who would fall for him?” You know that anybody would. That dude’s not only smart but also attractive: a consistent dean’s lister,  a volleyball varsity player, and a nice guy. You’re the only person he’s not friendly to.

“Anybody would. Minho is a pretty cool guy,” someone joined in your conversation. That was the only answer, as expected. 

Chaeyoung gets a chair from your other side and places it in front of you and Dahyun. “I heard it, by the way, _____. Dahyun told me. Minho choosing you just to get his ex back totally makes sense. You hate him, and he hates you. Hell, even his ex hates you! That woman would take him back in a flash if she sees you with him.”

You recall the last encounter you had before confirming the relationship. You snort, “The funny thing is that that was not how he approached me and told me his problem.”

“Both of you avoid each other like the plague. Yeah, Minho would never ask you to fake date him all of a sudden—” Dahyun cut her off by hitting her arm. Chaeyoung groans, holding her arm tight. “Just tell us!”

I’m really sorry.

Is this the person who accidentally bumped you yesterday? You had to go home with a coffee stain on your white shirt. It might be him because you have no idea who he was, and you’re sure you don’t have his number.

I still love you.

“You just received a message, right? Why is that person flooding you right when you’re in class?” Yeji moves her seat closer to you, peeking at the phone in your hands. “You gotta hurry, though. You know our professor wants some peace in group activities.”

I miss you so much.

Who even is this?

In case you lost my number, it’s 09*********.

“_____, do you mind turning your phone off, even just for an hour?”

I know that you’re really happy with him, but I want to see you.

Shit, your professor’s glaring at you. Yeji takes your phone and does the work. “Just power off!”

Unconsciously scratching your head, you apologize, “I’m so sorry, Ma’am. That was a lot of spam messages.”

“Learn how to mute your phone next time.” You nodded right away and said yes. Oh, you’re so done. You’re the teacher’s pet in this class; you might’ve lost it because of these messages.

What’s weird is that it goes on even the next few days after. You still receive messages. While in the canteen, you lightly monitor the phone in front of you as you work on assignments. The truth is, you’re looking after every message and call made by this person. Even if you muted this number, you wonder if they will stop soon.

“I don’t understand that. What the hell is that?”

“That’s called math, you dumbass!”

“Sorry! I’m not in a computer-related degree like _____!”

“So am I, Chaeyoung!”

Grunting, you go back to flipping the notes in your notebook. You are already not in the mood to look at the messages and calls from your phone right now. The deadline for this assignment is less than an hour, and you’re unfortunately procrastinating.

The phone rings loudly, mixing with the noise made by your surroundings. The stoves from every stall sizzle very loud, the laughs students can’t hold in, and utensils and plates are clacking here and there. It was too overwhelming until you just wanted to get out of here. But you have got to eat, you still have two more classes later, and you’ll have no time to eat.

As your phone's ringing ends, it returns just a minute later. This cycle has repeatedly happened for the past twenty minutes, and you don’t give a damn about it now. 

You quickly look at the surrounding people. The table at the center of the room was Minho and his friends. Felix and Chan are members of the volleyball varsity. From what you know, they’re the only close friends Minho has in computer science. His other friends, like Seungmin, Changbin, and Jisung, are taking different degrees, and you are coincidentally friends with them too. That’s all because of Yeji.

Minho, Chan, and Felix are the popular ones. Being a varsity team member equals a big following from the student population. The yearly championships are like a tradition; everybody attends that every year. So, as expected, they’ll sincerely support their alma mater’s team.

You admit that they’re very skilled players. Minho’s the best at serving, Felix can receive the ball right away with his speed, and Chan can block so well because of how high he can jump. In conclusion, the team’s weak without them.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked at your side immediately. “Are you aware that you’ve been staring at Minho and his friends? And Minho’s looking back at you? With a phone in his hand?”

Widening your eyes, you pretend to be working on your assignment again. Hopefully, none of them will bother you. More like you hope Minho will not bother you. Chan and Felix are not menacing, like Minho. 

You’re getting out of here. You ate your meal anyway, and all you have left is your assignment. Just go to the library as if nothing happened, and you can avoid Lee Minho for the rest of the day.

Packing up your things, you tell your friends that you’re leaving. “What? _____, don’t leave us here!”

“Dahyun, I feel embarrassed. I don’t want him to come here and make fun of me. He’s going to be egoistic all over again. I’ll just go to the library so nobody can ruin my day.”

As you quickly get out of the canteen and walk down the hallways, you feel a pull on your arm. “What are you doing—”

“Are you seriously playing with me right now?

Minho gets to scroll down your call history and all the messages he sent. Breathing loudly through his nose and clenching his teeth, he asks you another question, cornering you between the lockers and the wall. “Are you playing with me right now so I could look stupid?”

Unable to form a coherent answer, you try to speak whatever you can say, which is nothing. “Uh, well, you know, I really—”

His soft lips cut you off, leaving you widening your eyes for the nth time today.

“He kissed you?” 

“Don’t tell me that’s real.”

You thrash around in your seat. “Let me continue!”

Still confused over the sudden turn of events, all you did was move your arms around in your place. Unfortunately, you can’t even take a step or stand tall because Minho still caged you in his arms. 

His head moves to ask you near your ear, “Where is she?”

You don’t answer his question and push him off. The more you pushed him, the more he kept you in his arms. You do not know how weird this feels. He does not have any idea what personal space is. You try to complain louder; all he does is cover your mouth. You want to scream at his face, but you end up sounding muffled to him.

“Answer me, _____. And I’ll let you go,” he slowly moves his hand from your mouth.

“Do you mind telling me who’s that she first?”

Rolling his eyes, he finally steps away from you just a little. “My ex, Ara, of course. Who else would I mention?”

“I don’t know, a classmate or something? But yeah, Ara passed by earlier. She’s gone now.”

Heaven finally hearing your prayers, Minho lets go of you and steps away. You clear your throat. “Thank you. It was suffocating there in the corner.”

You thought he was going to leave you there already. You thought you could go to the library in peace after encountering the worst situation in mind. The worst of the worst came to you at this moment. 

“From now on, we’re in a relationship—”

You step forward and raise your hand. “Who says we can be in a relationship?”

Minho tilts his head and smiles. “Why don’t you let me finish first before you react? We will do this to make Ara jealous and get her back. We’ll just pretend.”

This teasing asshole strikes again. You shake your head. “Why me? You could’ve picked someone better.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’re the perfect fit. Remember this?” He shows you your phone in his hands. “You played me. Getting into this fake relationship is your way of paying me back.”

Minho hands you back your phone in your hands. Before leaving, he greets you with his classic smirk, making your blood boil. “See you around, love!”

“Chaeyoung, please tell me that _____ is hallucinating.”

Groaning, you shook her shoulders. “It’s real, Dahyun! He even introduced himself to my family earlier this morning already.”

Chaeyoung snickers. “This whole fake relationship sounds like torture.”

Your relationship barely started, and it’s not what you wanted. Even if some part of you liked this so you could see annoying Ara’s face, you know there will be regrets in involving yourself. Not only were students gossiping about you, but Minho’s friends also started teasing you. Felix is a sweetheart, but he had the guts to bug you about your relationship in your last class. Before you left the canteen alone, you found Jisung and Changbin asking you how your fling with Minho was, and you just pushed them away. You wanted none of this.

You take a bite of your sandwich. “Yeah, it is. I hope I get to see Ara pissed off at me so she can take Minho back, and I’ll be over with this deal.”

“Praying that Minho doesn’t treat you like shit, as usual. Maybe a teeny-tiny nicer than he normally is with you,” Dahyun steals the sandwich in your hands and takes a bite. “He is your boyfriend, after all. He must treat you well.”

“You have a distorted view of a couple. This relationship is not a one-sided thing. I, unfortunately, have to be friendly with Minho too, which is irritating.” You get your sandwich back, take a bite, and return it to Dahyun. “It’s all yours.”

You’ll have your next class in less than 30 minutes. Coming to class last minute is stressful sometimes, considering that you’ll do not know how long you can arrive at your classroom. There will be a crowd of students in the halls, especially when classes start again, like what will happen later.

“I’ll go now. The building’s two blocks from here,” you grab your bag and recheck your two friends. “I’ll be fine with him, don’t worry! Don’t give me those sad faces!” You pat both of their heads and push back your chair to the table. “I’ll be fine. I’m used to that.”

Walking past many people in the hallways, you felt more space around you as… Minho’s friends surrounded you? Your first few days with him were not like this.

“What are you guys doing here? Aren’t some of you supposed to be in the other building?” You looked around, seeing all of them walking near you.

Chan was the first to speak. “Honestly, we have no place to speak about this, _____.”

The one and only Lee Minho greeted you, who walked quickly to your side. “From now on, you’re not going to class alone.” 

Not sure if he was joking, but you spoke your mind. “I can do this on my own, and I don’t need you guys joining me here.”

Before you argue more about it, Minho hands you a t-shirt. “Wear this.”

You look at your outfit for the day. “Does this shirt look that bad to you?”

Minho doesn’t answer your question, so you bombard him with more questions to get him on his nerves and say something. “Don’t I look nice? Isn’t this decent enough for me to stand beside you? Does this not fit your standards?”

Minho presses his lips and asks. “Do you want me to put that shirt on you?”

His friends around you stopped and let out some oohs. You sighed. You knew this was a bad idea.

“Change,” Minho moves his head toward the comfort room, “I’ll be waiting.”

You came out with a t-shirt with a large heart in the center. It has additional details like stitches, making the heart look like it was sewn. This shirt, in particular, is not your style, but this would suffice. “Do I look better now?”

Minho takes off his sweater and reveals a matching shirt. Oh, so that’s what he’s aiming for today. Couple t-shirts, cute, I guess? Impressed enough, you smiled at him. He smiles and gives you his hand, silently asking you to hold it with yours.

Walking around, hands tied still, with his friends, you saw Ara and her friend walking towards you. Now, this made more sense. The couple t-shirts were your first stunt to make Ara jealous.

“Didn’t work, Minho. It looks like Ara’s not affected by it,” you hear Seungmin behind you.

“That’s fine. It’s still the first,” Minho stops, leaving the rest of the group to stop. “I’ll leave it here. I’ll take them somewhere. You guys can do your own thing now.”

“Good luck, bro,” Jisung says, offering Minho a fistbump. He looks at you and whispers, “You can do it. He’s tolerable enough without us too.”

“I heard that!” Minho attempts to pinch Jisung. Hearing a loud screech from Jisung, you step away from the small scene. Jisung was pulled by Changbin, dragging him away from both of you.

Once Jisung is out of the picture, Minho faces you. He doesn’t have any idea where to take you since he only thought of the couple t-shirts to show it off to his ex. A part of him feels bad about dragging you into this short stunt.

“I know where to take you.”

In the sports building, obviously. You both bought some taho on the way, though. More like, Minho paid for both of your taho, which was surprising.

“You know how to play table tennis?” He asks as he drags you to a room.

“Nope, I hope you wouldn’t judge,” you tell him, trying to grip the paddle properly.

Minho was going to comment about it, but he stopped himself right away and understood you. “All good. That’s fine with me. I can teach you.”

It felt like your eyes were sparkling out of wonder. You immediately look at Minho and ask, “Really? You’re willing to?”

He genuinely smiles at you and answers, “Yeah, I’m willing. No worries, I think you’ll get the hang of this right away.”

“Which is easier, table tennis or volleyball?” You hand him the paddle in your hand. “You’re pretty good with anything at this point.”

Minho felt his body tense on the spot. That was the first time you said something nice to him. He’s used to bickering with you. Were you serious about this too? It seemed like you were being nice to him for real this time.

He knows you’re a good person. This whole enemy and competitor thing happened between you, resulting in you excluding him from your people-to-be-nice-with list. He has seen you with other people, and you’re usually like how you behaved just a while ago. 

He’s glad enough that you could let your guard down around him for once. Maybe he’ll treasure this even if it was too early. He knows you’ll be back to arguing soon.

“Uh, it depends, really. I’m more used to volleyball, though. I just play table tennis for fun since I hang around here in the sports building quite a lot,” he awkwardly gets the paddle from your hand. With a scratch on his head, he reminds himself of his manners. “Thanks, though. I’m not an expert at everything. I just like trying out new things.”

“We must be the same, then!” You hold the ball, playing it with your hand. “You know, I grew up people saying I’m smart at everything,” you look at him.

Minho agrees. He notices that you’re brilliant about a lot of things. You’re a dean’s lister like him. Sometimes, he thinks you’re one of the best out there. He just doesn’t confess about that. “You in computer science say a lot about that. You’re intelligent.”

You laugh, memories flooding back in your head when you hear Minho mention your degree. “Did you know how stupid I felt when I failed my first programming course? Maybe I blame my professor for that. But when I discovered I got a failing grade, I asked myself for days if computer science was for me.”

Snorting, you shake your head. “As expected, I had to take it the next semester, and there we go! I did very well! I passed, and I enjoyed programming. And yeah, I got the same score as you on our machine project in discrete mathematics.” You hand him the ball. You felt a little better that you brought that out now. Your friends never understood how hard it was for you since they’re not in the same degree as you.

“I realized I’ll do great if I have to work my ass off twice as much as I usually do. It sucks, but it’s fulfilling to know that I’m doing fine.” You look at Minho. “I’m still surprised that I’m still a part of the dean’s list. The last time I heard, I almost slipped off the list.”

“I’m not good at consoling, _____, but I know you’re doing great, whether you fail, pass, or get on the list.” You hear Minho mutter your name, “I know it was hard for you. You said all of it. But I hope you don’t use it to bring yourself down.”

Minho gently places the paddle on the table and gets the ball from your palm. He faces you, leaning on his side on the table. “You’re outstanding. Don’t think that you’re not that good compared to me. I also went through a lot to get into that volleyball team. All of us really have to deal with rough shit before getting up there.”

You chuckle. “You’re right, sorry. I made it sound like it’s all about me—”

“No worries, I totally get you anyway,” he pats your back and smirks. “I know it feels nice to dump your problems sometimes.”

Gasping, you lightly push him. You get to hear his laugh. “I did not intend to dump all of it, Lee! I said I’m sorry already!”

You see Minho change his behavior, returning to his usual, insufferable self. He blinks multiple times, fixes his shirt, gets the paddle again, and playfully waves it on your face. “Shall we?”

You nod. Minho nods back and walks to your back. He gets your hand from behind and helps you grip the paddle properly. “You can hold the paddle like that. Don’t hold it like you’re going to murder somebody.”

“Does it look like I can murder you with this paddle, Minho?” You look at him, raising your eyebrows.

He grips your hand tightly, making you groan. “Yes, I know you can, which is why I’m teaching you the right way how to hold it.”

Minho’s aware of the presence of Ara in the room. It was why his demeanor changed right away. “She’s there again, by the way. Let’s look decent for a bit.”

“Yes, sir, on it.” You look at your hand with the paddle. It feels weird because it’s your first time playing this sport. Minho lets go of you confusingly and walks away.

Minho returns to your side with the other paddle and a ball. As Minho explains how to serve the ball, you focus on Ara. You hope that she’ll see this whole thing. 

“Are you even listening?”

You look back at him, his face filled with annoyance, “Yes—well, no. Ara saw us!” You see Ara and her friends leaving suddenly, “And now, she’s gone. Why is she leaving right away every time we're together?”

He sighs. “She might’ve seen how dramatic you are every time you’re with me. It’s great.”

Before you get to defend yourself, you see Minho leaving you as well. “Dang, Minho’s right. It must be a me problem.” You get your things and chase Minho. “Don’t leave me, Lee! What the hell? You brought me here, and you’re just going to get out of here on your own?”

You tried to find Minho, but he’s really gone. Slowly walking through the tiny sidewalk, you attempt to see if Minho’s still nearby. And as expected, he’s nowhere to be seen. 

Mindlessly walking, you plug in your earphones and listen to music on your way home. The music was a great way to make your life less boring. Your life has been full of adventures; the music made it more entertaining. Who knew getting a fake boyfriend was a part of your story, anyway? It could’ve been more. You get to enjoy your non-curricular activities, like being in organizations. Unfortunately, you temporarily abandoned your book club for this relationship. You could’ve recommended books to first-year students! You could’ve exchanged books with your friends and read them overnight!

You move the papers and folders under your arm to check the time on your phone, 7:05 PM. Great, you’ll have less time to review for your exams later. You could’ve gotten a tricycle ride to get home quicker, but the terminal’s a few minutes from where you are. Groaning, you carelessly walk and grumble over your cravings for pancit canton—the chilimansi one, to be specific.

The louder you talked to yourself about how desperate you were to get home and get things done, the more people behind you knew what to do.

You shrieked at the sudden noise coming from your back. Everything was so fast; you didn’t know a bunch of those mean and nasty students honked their car and almost ran it over you intentionally, dropping all of your things out of shock.

Several kids shouted from the car, “Sorry!” And all of them laughed. If only they were out of the vehicle, you could’ve charged them and punched all of their faces. That would be no regret, even if you were never the type to fight people. They deserve it for being assholes.

Bending down, you try to chase for the papers, lightly flying above the road. They almost crashed a human being and drove recklessly. Why are there no police officers here?

“Didn’t those people skip GMRC or homeroom classes when they were young?”

You have no idea who that was, but you agree. That must be a stranger passing by, not caring about what happened to you. “Yeah, they probably skipped. Not surprised, though. There’ll always be people like them.”

You heard some sounds nearby while picking up all of your notes. Unexpectedly, you see a person getting your papers on the sidewalk across from you. Was this guy the one who just talked to you?

“You’re right. But that doesn’t mean you’ll let them roam around like that. Here you go.” The person hands you the rest of the papers you couldn’t catch earlier. After thanking him. He introduces himself to you, “I’m Hyunjin.”

You have never heard his name yet. You’re acquainted with many students because of connections, but you probably haven’t met this one. It’s not wrong to meet a new person. Meeting a new friend after an unexpected accident like this was funny enough to think that you must be friends with Hyunjin. “Hey, Hyunjin. I’m _____. Nice to meet you in this way,” you chuckled.

He’s a transferee, perhaps?

He grins, “Oh, no worries. I have nothing to do, and I’m also on my way home, anyway. Is your place nearby?”

When Hyunjin saw your mouth fall open and rock your feet in place, he knew you still had a long way to go. “Want to grab some dinner first? Let’s eat pares, my treat.”

None of you know that those students who sped past you were watching nearby. Unfortunately, they have a plan against you.

Are you really up for volleyball class this early? No.

This sport shouldn’t sound complicated since you’ve played this before in high school. Frankly, you’re not the worst player out there. You could be very useful for an actual volleyball team, according to several varsity team members who were your classmates.

Have you told your boyfriend who excels in this specific sport? No.

You’re nothing compared to him in volleyball, you just know. If you mention this to him, he might ask you to play with him on the spot, and you know it’ll end up in the loser treating the winner. That’s how he competes with his teammates in training, according to Felix. You don’t want to go home physically exhausted and suffering financially.

Well, you’re a little rusty in volleyball since it has been years since you properly played this. So, you might need extra warm-ups and practices for this friend.

Setting the ball for a few rounds now, you wouldn’t say you’re that bad for starters. You’re underestimating yourself. This progress is pretty good for someone who’s a newbie or needs a refresher. Okay, maybe, you can brag about this to Minho a little bit.

It was fun and all, until someone threw the ball in a different direction—directly on your head. Why is existing more challenging now when you got Minho with you? Peace is non-existent in your fate.

“How ambitious of you!”

Automatically falling into a face of confusion, your search for the voice leads to a familiar face—that girl in the car a few nights ago.

Let’s be honest. Self-defense is your biggest weakness. You never taught yourself to fight for yourself in situations as immediately intense as this, since you always want no harm. If this was a verbal argument, maybe you still had the guts to fight back. But this involves physical damage.

Before you get to fend for yourself, the girl and the rest of the group throw all the volleyballs at you, leaving you a pained mess on the floor. This is you against a group. You immediately knew you’d lose in this battle. Not only were you thrown with actual objects, but they also threw unnecessary words at you.

“You’re such a gold digger!”

“You’re from nowhere! How did you get them?”

“Two-timer, are we getting a little flirty?”

When you knew this was about Minho and Hyunjin (who should be innocent in this case), you had to get out of here. You’re assuming their next move will harass you with their own hands based on how they move. Groaning, you get up and grab your bags from the bleachers.

One of them shouts, “Where do you think you’re going?”

You look behind and see the girl chase you until you leave the building. She stops before heading back inside. “Wake up, _____! You and Minho are not compatible!”

Same place, same people. The same road where nothing was by your side. The same street where you were so helpless. All you wanted was the life you had a week ago. How did you get into this torturous cycle of people getting jealous of bagging one of the biggest stars of the university?

That was pure evil. Why are they this mean towards you? Maybe all you want is to go back to your dorm, sulk and cry with some ice cream. Hopefully, the world will be better one tear at a time. 

Another honking sound surprised you, reminding you of last night's turn of events. Irritated by the sound, you asked nobody and continued walking, “Why do drivers like to surprise people with that?” 

The car behind you stops. “And that’s because I’m here to really surprise you with—wait, _____, are you crying?”

Minho gets out of the car and chases you to greet you with a hug. “What happened?”

Melting into his embrace, you hummed on his chest, sobbing more than before. This is officially your first time breaking down in front of him, and it’s all because of him. “Nothing really. Can you just take me to my dorm and—”

Minho smoothly rubs your back, “Don’t hide it from me. I know this is all pretend, but don’t be afraid to share it with me if you like. I’m all ears, _____.”

That might’ve made you cry even more. Why is he so nice again? You know he’ll switch back to his usual self later on. Are you falling for this trap? Are you sure he is genuinely willing to listen to your rant about jealous students? Will that be a sensible conversation with him?

“It will sound so petty, Minho. This is nothing I’m telling you—”

He gently holds your head, ensuring you keep eye contact with him. “_____, let’s be serious here. Is it petty if you’re a crying mess like this?” 

Shaking your head, you mumble no multiple times, bringing you back to tears. Minho brings you back to his arms, crossing them around you in the right fit, not too tight and not too loose. His scent was so comforting—lavender and baby powder. He smelled so pure and clean. “Do you still want to return to your dorm?” He asked you softly, hearing a small yes as an answer.

What are you doing to him? Barely two weeks into this fake relationship, and he’s willing enough to soften his heart already. He will stick with you, making sure that you did the stunts, and you got to treat each other as actual significant others. But wasn’t he like this with Ara, too? Didn’t he open up to her right away? Maybe he’ll just see what’s going to happen next. Give you both a few more weeks before facing the growing tingling feeling on his chest. You’re not that bad after all; indeed, you’re better than you seem. He’s up with making you his actual friend. He’s aware that he’s guarding his heart sometimes, knowing he grows attachments immediately. Maybe after a few more stunts, he’ll get Ara back and get to know you more.

Minho reaches for your hand on the side, pulling you to the car. “I should’ve stayed by your side on our last visit to the sports building. I’m really sorry.”

He didn’t break his promise of staying by your side until that night. Maybe it was because of the feeling that he couldn’t do the stunt with you properly, or he wasn’t in the right mind. When he left you in the sports building, he thought you were behind him all this time until when he got into his car. He even tried to find you in the building, going through the floor by floor, until you messaged you were back in your dorm already, stomach full. Out of pure concern, he was relieved that you were safe. He knows that both his and your parents will kill him if he loses you.

And now, he arrived slightly late. He could’ve prevented the still-unknown problem that left you gripping his shirt tightly and sobbing heavily on his shoulder. Better late than never, he thought. He knows how to deal with this. He lost Ara somewhere when they were together. Ara’s phone was dead, and Minho searched for her from night until the day. In the end, he got scolded by Ara’s father in front of their house. He doesn’t want that to happen to anybody again, and he hated he left someone—you—after that.

“It’s fine, Minho. You don’t have to apologize. I should have protected myself,” you told him, getting into the passenger seat of his car and buckling your seatbelt.

After Minho got into the car again and started the engine, he curiously asked, “What happened there? Who are they to make you cry a river like that?”

“Why did you cry?” Minho glances at you, steering the car. “I just want to know so I can help you somehow. I don’t want to see your puffy face cry that much.”

Sighing, you lean back in your seat. Do you really have to tell Minho now? You’d rather keep this one. You don’t want him teasing you all over again. “You have to ask me right now?”

“Yeah, well, if it’s fine with you,” he eyes the car's rear mirror, “because if you’re not ready to tell me, I can wait.”

You thank the heavens that he has patience within him. Maybe you can do it once you’re back in your dorm? Saying it here and now might be a little overwhelming, for you are still recovering from whatever happened earlier. If you recall all of it, you might burst into tears just to explain it to Minho for the nth time. 

When you arrive at your building, you bring Minho to your dorm room when you come to your building. No one’s in your place. Yeji probably hung out with some of her friends today. “Home, sweet home, I guess?”

On the left, a kitchen countertop matches the color of the walls, white. The bathroom’s already on the right, with a door open, displaying the simple sink and mirror. And further back to the dorm are your beds and study spaces. The room isn’t that cramped for everything you need, luckily. Your beds were on one side, and your tables and shelves were across them. 

The first thing you did after closing the door was drop your lumpiang togue on your table. Minho was compassionate enough once again to treat you to some food.

He scans the whole market for anything you can eat quickly. Glancing at you, he asks, “You like lumpiang togue?”

Did he just read your mind? How did he know your love for lumpiang togue?

“Yeah, I like them,” you softly answer, fiddling the sleeves of your white t-shirt, which you wore earlier this morning for volleyball class. You haven’t changed your attire, also still wearing your rubber shoes and navy jogging pants.

Minho sighs. “Great, that’s what I can afford for now. I left the rest of my money in my place.” He finds some bills in his pockets. He was planning to take you to his dorm since Seungmin visited his family. But the whole you-crying-on-the-streets happened, so he had a change of plan, making you feel better. Seriously, it’s not his strength, but he’s willing to try.

You hold his wrist, stopping him from reaching for any money, “I can pay. I have some money with me.” Minho stiffens, and you try to get your wallet from your backpack, mumbling, “You probably brought anything barely to buy here. I’ll just take it from here.”

He was persistent in treating you today. He had to do it. He wanted to do it. Shaking his head, he’s now the one who’ll reach for your wrist. “No, _____. I’ll pay. You can keep your money.”

Looking at his face, you feel hesitant to let this slide. You think it’s because of the lack of money in his pockets, and he’s really trying hard to be the perfect (fake) boyfriend he is. But the problem is that you only hear some clinking sound from his pockets, implying that he probably has mostly coins. And he might just fight you back if you don’t surrender. Maybe he’s really striving to treat you again.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, sure, go on. If you really want to, then. I’ll just do it the next time we eat outside.”

Perhaps Minho only heard the last few words. I’ll just do it the next time we eat outside. Are you implying that you guys will go out again for food? With this setup you have, Minho was not sure if there’ll be a next time for everything. It’s unclear to assume how long you will continue this. Even if it has been a week, Ara could take him back tomorrow or the other day.

This could be the last time you can eat together. Why did he feel a little heartbroken over this thought? Is it because he got to see more of your softer side? Is it because of this little friendship you were progressively growing that is still as small as a seed? Maybe he wasn’t ready to go back to the usual bickering both of you do. He genuinely enjoyed your fun and calmer side. In the first few days, you got to go around the campus hand in hand. It was initially awkward. Both of your hands were sweating. But he enjoyed your presence, regardless. You got to treat each other decently in classes, picking each other immediately as partners in some projects. Why is he overthinking about you too many times now? He’ll miss this. It’s been a week, and he might’ve not regretted picking you. It could’ve been worse if he had got someone senselessly crazy over him.

On your side, though, you’re taking this whole fake relationship lightly. Yes, you got to see an angelic Minho with a halo on his head rather than those red horns. You’ve seen his side of being intelligent and humble. From your time together working on some papers, you’ve seen how hardworking he is. Well, he is hardworking, but his tremendous pride overshadows it. Working with him wasn’t so bad. If you ever get to pick a partner after this fake relationship, you might genuinely pick him over some of your friends. You appreciated his taste on the first few dates you had. He wasn’t the fancy type, even if he looked like a person who thought highly of himself. Your time in the park wasn’t so bad. You enjoyed the messy conversation with some ice cream. You also enjoyed your time in the mall. He was the type to window shop than splurge. You were going to tease him about being broke, but he was letting his guard down for a few minutes, so you appreciated the small moment of peace between the two of you.

Nodding, he steps forward to buy on the stall in front of you.

Leaning your back on the table beside him, you ask, “Have anything to say about my place?” Deep inside, you know he will lightly tease you about your dorm. It’s been looking too dull, considering the only prominent color: white. You could visit some of your friend’s places, and their homes and rooms were full of color. You got to see Dahyun’s place, and her room’s walls painted a beautiful shade of sky blue. Chaeyoung’s dorm has an incredible combination of brown and black, giving her space a vintage vibe that suits her style. Some of your other classmates’ rooms had rooms in bright colors like pink, violet, or dandelion, which you admit are very pleasing colors. “Does it look too boring? I was trying to convince Yeji to change this whole place again. White’s not clicking with me anymore.”

Minho looked around once again. He displays an unreadable expression, which makes you feel uncertain. “I guess it is boring. I knew it.” Minho waves his hands. “No! I actually like it. It feels very peaceful,” he sighs. “I think it shows a lot about who you are.”

“So you’re telling me I’m boring?”

Groaning, he explains to you once again. “It’s a nice color for a dorm. It’s not boring. You’re very pure and sincere, like the color white. Even if we spat the most unnecessary words at each other, you’re pretty honest and genuine in what you say. I don’t mean this badly, but you’re sensitive. Sensitive in a way that you easily pull yourself into emotions, you feel quite a lot, from what I noticed. You’re not that numb, and I like it. White’s not that blank in my own eyes.”

That was… wonderful. Minho got a point once again. He’s not like you, who quickly rambles a lot. He makes sure he says everything with his actual intentions straightforwardly. You liked how he mentioned your bickering; it made you laugh for the first time in a while. It was nice to hear that from Minho for another time. “Thanks, maybe the color’s not so bad after all. I appreciate the words.”

“You’re getting shy, aren’t you?” You pulled out your handkerchief from your pocket and tossed it to his face. “Shut up! I don’t get those kinds of words a lot. Being sensitive is a bad thing for some, but I appreciate how you made it sound nice—something in your voice that told me in my head that it’s alright to feel things with so much impact,” you grin, “so, don’t be surprised that I’ll cry over something again in the next few days. We still have the articulation paper! We should get it done! I’ll cry for real if we procrastinate it!”

Minho laughs. “Want to start it tomorrow? After my training in the morning?” It took you a few seconds to answer him because… he laughed! That was a very genuine laugh, and it sounded so lovely. It suits him so much. If only you heard that every day, that’d be better than the fuss both of you make every time. When he scratches his head nervously, you answer, “I’m not that busy for the next few days, so I’m up for that! Maybe I can take you out for coffee if you’re into that?”

You have no idea how Minho loved the word coffee. He drinks coffee every day, almost like his water, so he might’ve been the happiest person ever when he heard that you’d treat his coffee. “I am in love with coffee, so you don’t have to ask, _____,” he smiles. “Great, now that we’ll have coffee tomorrow, I’m sure we’ll finish our paper just fine. Trust me.”

The next few days with Minho were relaxing, much to your surprise. You joined each other’s agendas, including Minho’s training sessions for the incoming volleyball championships. You opened up to him about what happened to you in the sports building, resulting in him getting outrageous on the spur of the moment.

Minho tries to ask calmly after taking a sip of his beloved coffee, “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” He knew you wanted to recover from what happened emotionally, but he didn’t think you had to recover from that, right? 

“I wanted to forget about it for a while, Minho. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my time feeling miserable because of your fans crossing the line,” you answer, taking a bite of Minho’s cheesecake.

Before getting another bite, Minho reaches for your hand, removing the fork. He points the utensil at you, “_____, you just said they crossed the line. Don’t you think you should’ve told me right away still, and we could’ve done something about it?”

“I’m too nice to report it to the office, Minho,” your other hand reaches for his. “I know it’s a problem, but I’m seriously going to let this go. I know I cried over it, but this is not the worst thing I cried over. Maybe knocking some sense to themselves will make them more realistic that you’re not going to pick them.”

Snorting, he laughs and leans back in his seat. “Did you think I’m going to pick them over you?” He was misinterpreting it! You didn’t mean it that way. “Hey! You wouldn’t pick them in general because of how they acted, right? They were violent. Do you want a significant other like that?”

You pulled your hands away from him and stood from your seat. “You—” He cuts you off by holding your hands again, rushing over to the seat beside you, and gently pushing you back on your chair. “Get off of me! You’re twisting my words again!” All he did in response was laugh and hold you loosely. At least he didn’t grip your hands that tight.

“I get you. I get you. Don’t worry! I’m teasing you with good intentions!” He continues to laugh and move his things near you, returning to your side. “Sorry, really, but I understood what you meant. I would rather not have somebody who attacks people with volleyballs.”

Speaking of volleyballs, he remembered one of the things you said while you recalled the whole incident to him. “You said you were setting the volleyball? Didn’t you guys just start learning volleyball? How could you set the ball on your own properly without anybody monitoring? You could’ve squished your head with the volleyball—”

You shushed him, whispering a secret you thought you’d keep from him. “I know how volleyball works, okay? Unlike my other classmates who had no idea how to receive a volleyball, I’ve done it before. But it doesn’t mean I am a professional at it!”

He’d seen you stick your face with books and papers. But you… as an athlete? That’s something new. He never saw you as a type to engage with sports. “And you said I was good at many things, huh? You can also play volleyball! Why don’t you try out for the team too? I know you’ll do great there too!”

Slumping on your seat, you shudder. Minho’s convincing you with something good now, and it doesn’t fit your plans well. “Never saw myself dedicating my life to sports. Even if I say I’m not that bad, I don’t have any plan to spend a lot of time training.”

“I bet you can serve the ball very well like me. Your hand’s so heavy every time you push my head away—okay, I’ll stop!” Minho playfully glares at you. You did push his head away again. Laughing, you tell him, “Stop being so cocky, MVP! We all know you’re good with the sport!” Minho gasps, placing his hand on his chest. “Is _____ really acknowledging my skill in volleyball? That’s such an honor!” He repeatedly bows to you, “Thank you very much, _____. I value your kind words!”

Chuckling, you stop him from bowing, holding onto his built body, “Yeah, whatever, Lee. I just watched you train earlier this morning. You were pretty good.”

And now, you’re back to where it all began, the sports building. You’re facing the same people who had the guts to hurt you. The news of this group expressing their jealousy through volleyballs didn’t go well for Minho’s friends. They had them kneeling on the ground. A crowd surrounded you, implying that many knew about what happened. 

Minho is beside you, snaking his arm around yours. “Do you have anything to say to _____?”

Minho and his friends set this whole thing up? Did they plan this right after you told him what happened?

“None of you are answering,” Changbin shouts, “Say something!” Jisung joins, playing with a volleyball in his hand and giving another to Changbin, “Quickly! Say sorry!”

Oh, these guys are taking it seriously. You did not know this duo could be louder than they could have ever been, and it scares you a little. They’ve been happy and fun most of the time. Their faces scream terror.

The group mumbled sorry a few times, making Minho puzzled at how quiet and short they apologized. “Doesn’t sound sincere to me, right, boys?” His friends agreed, telling the kneeled they should apologize genuinely. 

Changbin and Jisung handed the volleyballs to Minho and passed them to you. “Nobody should hurt the person I love.”

Some of the boys, specifically Chan, Felix, and Jeongin, squealed loudly, getting the attention of Ara nearby. Ara, unfortunately, heard all of it since all the boys’ voices were echoing in the room. She steps into the crowd and watches the whole scene. You, on the other hand, tried to control your feelings. If Minho said that on a typical day, you’d push his head away like you always do. He said this in front of people, many people. You can’t screw the stunt up.

“Hit them on the face, _____!”

“Go _____!”

And they were all chanting your name. Did you want revenge? No. Do you feel these people should learn their lesson by publicly embarrassing them? No. Do they deserve to get harmed the same way as you did? No. You were truly too nice to treat them like this. Even if you were like royalty to Minho and his friends, you’d rather stay back and let things flow like how they’re supposed to. It already happened, and you’d rather keep things that way. You’re sure you don’t want them to go home with bruises. Shaming them wasn’t the way to go for you.

The group assumed you would hit them, so they covered their heads with their arms and whimpered. Minho’s friends still chanted your name to support the payback until you dropped the volleyballs from your hands. Smiling, you didn’t give in and got out of the room by pulling Minho away to the entrance of the building. Minho holds your hand after closing the door for you. 

He stops you from walking down the building’s steps. “You really are too nice for this, _____. I wanted to do something in return for what happened to you.”

Lightly removing his hand from your arms, you roll your eyes. “You mean to bring them back there with volleyballs again for vengeance? Of course not, Minho. It’s so wrong to hit them.” Proceeding with your short trip to his car, Minho follows you behind, not noticing your rolling eyes. “Yeah, keep that bad boy facade. That doesn’t work for me. We’re in a relationship in this deal. If I’m not tolerating violence, then so are you. Let them go, yeah?”

You completely forgot that Minho has the intimidating side that everybody fears. Nobody knows about it except those who’ve seen him retaliate. With those large hands and muscled arms, you knew he could throw a big punch. You’ve seen it. And you know he’s willing to do it if he needs it. Frankly, his throwing punches might be a little attractive to you—whoops.

“Yes, I’ll stop! I’ll stop for you!” Minho raises both arms to his sides, giving in to your request. He knows you mean well, and maybe he needs a little of a change. For the past few days, he hasn’t told you about this yet, but he felt guilty over his teasing of you and all the little competition he started between you two. He began to truly appreciate you, acknowledging that he now considers you his friend, not this weird enemy-slash-competitor like you were before. When his friends asked about you, he was comfortable enough to mention you without cringing by simply thinking about you as he did back then. Minho cared for your thoughts and feelings, only occasionally inserting the teasing when he felt he needed it, which is still all the time, minus the intention of making you push his head away. He doesn’t want to get headaches anymore.

You stay still, the tips of your fingers on his car’s door handle. Will Minho truly stop for you? Well, he has been honest with you for the whole time in this deal. Maybe he felt how uncertain you were about what you could’ve done to the group earlier? If yes, thank the heavens he did; you seriously didn’t want to hurt anybody. “Alright, then. Let’s just go somewhere else.”

“How about the seaside near the mall in the other city?” You blinked after he delicately pulled your hand once again from the door handle. All the touches that happened ruined you, making you feel butterflies every time. The hand-holding, too, was making you flustered every time now. Is it because you brought down the walls against each other now? Were you getting too comfortable about his affections? He might’ve done this to others without making them flustered. 

Minho rose his brows at how unresponsive you were to his touch. He assumed you didn’t get that much sleep before fetching you earlier this morning. After all, you volunteered to proofread your paper before emailing it to your professor. Both of you were on a video call the whole night. Minho was sweet enough to watch you proofread the articulation paper as impressive as you two made. Waving his hand in front of your face, he expressed his confusion about your lack of action. “You good? Did you get to sleep well last night? You were staring at the ground.”

Shaking your head, you answer him right after you get out of your trance. “Yes, I’m fine. Yeah, maybe. I still got the sleep, but it wasn’t the best, to be honest.” You finally got into the car after Minho opened the door for you.

You yell through the window as Minho goes to the driver’s seat. “The seaside’s an excellent choice, by the way!” Minho smiles, satisfied with the idea he just made. He thought of taking you there for some fresh air after a lot of stress and work over the last few days. Dedicatedly working with you day and night made Minho realize how far you’re willing to go just to pass. No, you’re not doing everything just to pass; you wholeheartedly wanted to excel, and that’s what he liked about you. He remembers how you will not let his outline for the paper slide.

“Minho, we have to make this paper detailed. Based on your outline, our paper’s going to be vague. We wouldn’t be able to dig deep into our topic.” You underlined some parts in the outline he attempted to create. “If we have the chance to explain further, then take it. Let’s not take this lightly. The paper is a part of our major requirements for the class.”

Minho didn’t care about this class much since his degree’s technicalities weren’t there. There was no math and programming, so he cared little about his work. Not until you became his partner for this paper. Did he guess he’ll take this more seriously now that you’re with him? 

He mumbled under his breath. “Felix wasn’t kidding when you take every requirement seriously.” You glance up at him, raising your eyebrow. “Felix told you? We were group mates in another class.”

Nodding, he peeks at the pad of paper you were writing on. He meekly answers, “Felix told me you were the leader, and he thought the position fits you. He told me you were ‘artistic’-ish since you always have many ideas in your head.”

“Seems like Felix dropped many things about me to you.” You chuckle. “Was that why you knew much about me before we got into this fake relationship?” 

Since Felix is a good friend, you didn’t expect him to talk about you to Minho. Although, you didn’t expect that he’ll get into detail like that since both of you bond together during classes only. “You got to use them against me.” You mumbled, playfully rolling your eyes. “Thanks for all of the teasing, by the way. I still remember how you embarrassed me about how I messed up my report to my prof last year.”

Minho was going to apologize already since it was the right timing, but you cut him off showing what you wrote on his face. Not the right timing. “Here! I made the outline you made more specific! What do you think? Do you think our paper could be good with this flow?” He grabbed the paper and distanced it from him a little, squinting his eyes.

The outline you made was jaw-dropping for him. He was astounded by how comprehensive your outline was. He wasn’t in the right mind to create a good articulation paper right now with this hell of a topic, so it amazed him how you could plan the critical points necessary for the paper. “You do not know how good this is, _____. This is great!”

In Minho’s head, he declares that you’re one of the most intelligent group mates he has ever encountered. And he found you interesting at that moment—how was your mind this brilliant? Papers like this take him days. It’s not his field of interest, so it consumes a lot of his time. “I don’t even do outlines. This one’s thorough and very impressive. You even pointed out things here that I never thought of!” He uses his ballpen to show them to you, laughing out of wonder. “This is not even the paper, yet you’re surprising me for real.”

“Great! We’ll be on the road for a long time, so buckle up! We’re going to have a nice time!” Minho bashfully grins. That was so adorable. You cannot help but poke his cheek for that. There was something about the glint in his eyes and the bottomless energy spewing out of him. This is a different Minho, a very joyful one, to be exact. When you notice Minho’s ears turn red, you giggle, reaching for his cheek again to pinch. “Your ears are so red! So adorable!”

Minho scratches his head and moves it away, you out of his sight. His hand climbs up to his face, feeling the heat on his face. Smiling, he tries to keep the tension down. “Shut up. I’m just a little excited.” Laughing, you lightly push his shoulder. “And it’s adorable, Minho. I don’t see you get excited quite a lot.”

Grumbling, he pushes your head away, similar to what you usually do to him. With shouts of protest coming from your mouth, he shouts back nonsense to tease your way of resisting. “Why don’t you take a nap first, _____? We have around an hour to go before we arrive at the seaside. If traffic persists, maybe another hour stuck on the road.”

You surrender by slumping your shoulders. “That wouldn’t be so bad, I guess.” Minho smirks and slowly pushes your head to the window. “You spent the whole night worrying about our paper. Take a nap, please. Take this as a little favor from me.” Minho waves his hand up and down as a sign to close your eyes. You whine. “I’m doing a favor right now. Ask me one at a time,” you move around on your seat, getting comfortable, “but I might take that little one. I’ll sleep for a bit.” 

He waits for you to settle down and close your eyes before turning the engine on and starting the trip. When he hears your tiny snores, he unknowingly pats your head, letting out a satisfied sigh from his lips. Minho’s absolutely glad that you gave yourself time to rest. You're unstoppable—he learned something new about your work ethic over the past few days. While working on your paper and other requirements, Minho saw you sit endlessly, writing, typing, reading, and doing everything you could have done to complete the demands. Including no sleep, you barely let your eyes close completely like you always do until Minho ensures you get enough rest. Minho couldn’t believe that you were still so lively despite your normality of barely sleeping. Pretty much like Chan, he thinks. He thought only Chan was capable of doing that.

He takes this as an exchange for your acceptance of this deal he made with you. He thought that helping you in your routine while staying by his side to have you as his boyfriend was a great way to get the chemistry needed for a couple and that heart of yours (to be your friend, obviously). And so far, his plan is working. You’ve been getting comfortable with him, and he’s happy to see you no longer see him as this horrendous human being who’ll ruin your week every time. Plus, his group chat with his friends is flooding his notifications that Ara saw the occasion earlier in the sports building.

jisung: seungmin said ara was staring at both of you earlier!

jisung: it should be working!!!!

felix: i got to see it! she has the usual sad face lol

chan: are you sure you saw her face…?

changbin: you were too busy squealing over minho and _____

felix: JHSFDADJ STOP YOU TWO???

seungmin: LMAOOO felix, you probably forgot that they’re not a real couple, right?

felix: WELL, they *are* a real couple right now so…

felix: and they’re getting along very well!!! have you seen them the other day?

chan: oh, when you guys were talking about the next machine project?

felix: YEAH, the three of us were initially discussing it until they argued what type of loops they were going to use in the program lol

seungmin: so that’s how you define “they’re getting along very well” then?

minho: for the record, it was a peaceful argument, kim seungmin.

seungmin: oh HE’S ALIVE

minho: and we’re not cheating btw, i know talking about the project to others is not allowed lmao we’re just talking about which loop truly fits the mechanics

minho: _____ kept on pushing the exit-controlled loop, but i pointed them out the program should check the conditions first before starting the loop

seungmin: and i barely understand what he’s talking about again

minho: turns out, i misinterpreted the mechanics, and their point really made sense

seungmin: thanks for the tmi bro

felix: WAIT REALLY? i used an entry-controlled loop all this time :’>

felix: so i have to change tons of things in the source code then… DAMMIT

chan: hi minho, where did _____ take you?

minho: we’re leaving

minho: taking them somewhere

minho: and i’m not going to tell any of you where we’re going because i’m going to drive already

minho: goodbye!

jeongin: I JUST CAME BACK FROM MY CLASS

jeongin: MINHO DON’T LEAVE US HANGING HERE

changbin: minho be gatekeeping _____ now what is this

jisung: can anybody run and follow minho’s car?

[levantea]

I don’t want us to be just friends | h.hj

Pairing: best friend!hyunjin x best friend!y/n

Genre: fluff, very slight angst, happy ending

Rating: PG13

Warning: none (not proofread yet, just a fic that i want to pen down my inspiration)

Word Count: will update later

Synopsis:

“That kiss was never an accident between us”

“If you don’t want to be best friends with me, we can always change another method to interact”

[Tonight]

What the hell just happened?

Repeatedly touching your lips, you just couldn’t get that unerasable scene off your mind.

Your best friend just kissed you.

Yea, kissed you.

It was just a dare to begin with but, why does it feel so different from what it was supposed to mean? The way he approached you slowly with a faint smile stretched his lips, he hovered over you as he leaned down, gently grazing your redden cheeks which you were unsure it was caused by the light alcohol you consumed or the close proximity of his face right infront of you.

The way his fingers gently grazing over the outline of your face, eyes burning with passion and desire for you somehow makes you weak in your stomach and your knees. You were already feeling hazy from the alcohol but then, you just felt like the whole world shutted outside the 2 of you, your eyes only contain him. Your heart told you otherwise that he may mean more than just best friends to you.

No, it can’t be, we have already been best friends for 10 years, how can we possibly go beyond the boundary-

And his soft, plump lips came right intact with yours. It felt wrong but right at the same time, the way how his lips perfectly molded with yours like 2 missing puzzle pieces found their way back with each other. You were only expecting a light one but definitely not how he licked your lips, asking for permission to go deeper and explore your inner mouth that was scented with the strawberry sweet he gave you before the gathering, as always.

He moaned softly against your lips, signifying how he hasn’t get enough of you. Out of shyness, you gently pushed him away as he left in indignant, pout was obvious enough for the rest of your friends to witness. The urge to dig the ground right below your feet was vigorous and you decided to leave prior, giving yourself some air time to digest what you have gone through for the past 10 mins.

You were thankful that Hyunjin didn’t chase after you as you fled, if not you would have blurt some random words that doesn’t filtered through your mind which may end up hurting him.

“Your party ended so early? Why are you here?” Your roommate questioned as she entered, frowning slightly when she saw you snuggling yourself under the sheets and clutching your 2 cheeks that resembles the colour of monkey’s butt.

“I made a mistake… no, we made a mistake…” your eyes squeezed shut as you kept replaying your best friend’s gaze and lips on you, causing your lips still lingering with his affectionate touch and minty scent in your mouth. “What mistake?”

And you explained to her the whole situation, groaning at how her mouth widened as your explanation gets further.

“Heol, you got kissed by the most famous boy in our whole instituition aka your best friend for a decade?! Did you save milky way in your past life?” She grabbed onto your wrists firmly, eyes glowing with sparkles as she stared at your still swollen lips from the kiss earlier.

“Stop staring! I don’t know how to face him anymore…” plopping back on your bed, you covered your eyes with your lower arm as you tried to eliminate that scene off your head, simultaneously thinking on how to face him in the 9am lesson tomorrow.

—

[Next morning]

The night felt endless for you.

Your giddiness has turned into headache as you were not able to fall asleep yesterday night, causing your attention span to be shorter than usual. You were dragging your feets and heavy eyelids into lecture hall.

You couldn’t careless about whoever is sitting beside you, just wanting to get this lesson over and done with. “Are you okay?”

This familiar voice…Hyunjin?

You turned to the right and saw the half-tied blonde ponytail man wearing a black sleeveless top, peeking slightly to observe your facial expression. You were about to reply but the moment you saw his pinkish lips slightly curled up, yesterday’s incident flushed back into your head. You rapidly nodded your head before turning to the other side, face crunching at how among the 100 seats you chose to sit beside him.

He probably noticed how uneasy you were, so he stopped probing further. It definitely hurts him as he saw how you tried to avoid him, but he also understood that yesterday’s dare caused this restraint in you.

Throughout the 3 hours lecture you barely spoke to him, only throwing some gazes to peek and see his reaction. Seems normal for now. You sighed at how you are being a weirdo now, but you are just unsure of how to approach him normally like before — popping by his side anytime, chatting casually and freely, occasional physical touches which can mean differently from now on.

You gave a valid excuse to leave first as you couldn’t stand sitting there any longer. You would rather spend time outside of school to get your brain working again instead of forcing yourself to stay by his side. Dropping by a cafe near your school, you bought a hot mocha for yourself to settle all your mixed emotions and planning how to resume this friendship.

Since you were so indulge in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice the sky gloomed and starting pouring. “What the hell, i didn’t bring my umbrella…” flipping through your tote bag, you letted out n times of sigh as you slouch against the chair.

“It’s now or never,” whispering to yourself, you packed everything into your water resistant bag and decided to run back home before the rain gets heavier. “Miss, do you need an umbrella?” The barista asked as you rejected kindly. “It’s fine, my school is just a few steps away, ill run back, thanks!”

Your turbo is always ready to bring you back to school but you were afraid of slipping since the paveway were spotted with mold. You swiftly raised your palms to cover your head, in hope to avoid the droplets seaping into your scalp which can cause migraine.

“Oh god-“ you letted out a gasp as you found your waist being grabbed by someone firmly and turning you 180 degrees horizontally, leaving you standing upon the step stone as you felt none of the droplets above your head anymore.

“Hyunjin?” You frowned at the sight of him. You glanced up and down quickly, internally praising how his daily outfits never failed to impress you. Small reflection penned in your head as you self consciously looked at your fit, how you never glow since young.

“Why are you here?” It was just a pure curious question that sounded like interrogation, mentally slapping yourself for the ill-mannered you portrayed today. He doesn’t deserve this, he sure doesn’t.

“It’s raining, can’t i come and fetch you?” His eyes burned with the familiar passion that you felt yesterday under the cold night. You were shivering initially, but your body started heating up again because of his 1 gaze.

You are probably hopeless.

“Are you done?!” Frustration started building because of your dilemma, hating how he can spill whatever he thinks and wants so easily while you had trouble sleeping the whole night because of him,

all because of him.

“If you don’t want to be best friends with me, we can always change another method to interact.”

Those doe eyes again, that determined tone again.

“Stop playing word games with me,” you patience has hit its limit and you were about to leave, but got pulled back by his grip again.

“Y/n,” it has been long since he called your actual name. He always go by the nicknames he specially crafted for you, unless in serious situations, like now, where he felt the need to be serious. You have been avoiding his love affections which made him thought that he needed to be more transparent and straightforward.

You placed your palm over your lips as you saw him leaning closer. You thought he would back off, but his words punched you right in your heart, “y/n, That kiss was never an accident between us.”

He swiftly lifted your hands off your lips, pulling you by your waist closer to him as he planted his lips against yours. Once again, that soft, plumpy texture come in contact with yours with a little much more force that before, just to prove that he is serious after all. He didn’t give you chance to retaliate as he circulate his toned arms around you, making you leaned against his chest as he delved deeper into you. You nervously grab onto his black sleeveless top with a quote of “hotter than your ex, better than your next”, resulted your brain frozen as he moved his lips against you.

The irresistable desire he has for you, is endless.

“Hyunjin…” you panted as he left your lips unwillingly, forehead still intact as he letted out a “hmm?” while staring at you. Your cheeks burned, your heart raced, your brain spinned and your ears deafened after what he did to you, and you are pretty sure he knows it. Rubbing soothing circles against your lower back, he tilted the umbrella closer to you, preventing you from further drenched despite his back being wet.

“Y/n, do you like me? Not as your best friend, but as a man,” he asked ever so softly as if you are a porcelein doll held and well taken care of since young, but also holding the fear that you may break, or his heart may break and this friendship will break any seconds ticking from now.

Do i like him?

Do i?

Squeezing your eyes shut, the only thing that pops in your mind is how happy you have felt around him, and the happiness that you never felt among other people. You couldn’t understand why both of you had been best friends for so long when in fact, he has fallen for you long ago, and probably yourself as well.

“Y/n, i will only be repeating one last time. If you don’t like me, i will make sure not to appear infront of you again,” you clearly heard his voice shake and his breath got heavier. It only happens when he is nervous, or insecure about something that matters to his life, and that’s you. The last time you heard was when he became aware you were hospitalised, and this is the second time.

And it is the last thing you want to hear on earth.

“Y/n, do you like me?” His confidence depleted. He thought the chance of him winning your heart was high, but the way you kept quiet for some time makes him feel dejected.

Do i like him y/n?

Do i really like him?

I think i like him.

Yes, i like him.

No wait, i love him.

“Y/n, pleas-“ You shutted him off by placing both of your palms beside his ears, pulling him in for a kiss. The only thing that you care of is him, holding onto you tightly and firmly as if holding his whole world as the rain continues to pour beyond the shared umbrella. What a romantic yet disastrous atmosphere as both of you are almost drenched.

Well, at least it helps you to realise you love him after all.

“Let’s change another method to interact, how about being a couple?”

Giving him a soft eskimo kiss, both of you chuckled under each other’s breath without letting each other go, mentally and physically.

“Of course my girlfriend, i love you for as long as i can remember and as far as the future takes.”

-> hi guys! Omg, it has been quite some time since i wrote a fic and there are a few things that im close to forgetting already, still finding my way back haha. I hope everyone has been doing fine. Just a little update from me, ive been busy with my school work and recently fell ill, was hospitalised and just discharged a few days back. Ive always been an avid hyunjin collector since late april? And ive been spending quite abit on merchs HELP! Nonetheless, ill still pop by when i feel inspired to write something and this is for today! Not proofread yet but just wanna share this story as i got inspired by a chinese drama thats recently aired :)

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[tbzloonar]

FIVE MEMORIES OF REALIZATION.

❛ i had one purpose, and the purpose was to realize that that incident was the greatest mistake i have ever made in my entire life. ❜

❥ summary: an angel has granted younghoon one more chance to save his friend, and to fix the worst mistake he has ever done in his entire life—which was completely accidental. ❥ pairing: kim younghoon x gn!reader (ft. kim hyunjin of loona!) ❥ warnings: brief mention of death & vague car accident & a description of drowning, lots of swearing in the first part my bad. not medically accurate, i am not a doctor! ❥ genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, soulmate au, life and death? ❥ word count: 3.3k (3,392 words) ❥ a/n: & here it is! finally back from my hiatus. i hope everyone enjoys this piece as much as i enjoyed writing it, i know maya has been waiting for this to drop as soon as i posted the teaser for it (hi maya hope u like this <33) also, apologies for the last part if it was kinda inaccurate (medically wise lol) already put it in the warning but this is what i was able to write with minimal research.

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YOUNGHOON WAS FUCKED FOR SURE.

He couldn't remember anything for shit, and oh the headache he was having right now was the worst. He couldn't even see anything, even though he had his eyes open, and could feel the movement of them opening and closing as he panicked, all he saw was a color darker than the black he knew. He couldn't feel his body on a surface, it's like he was floating.

He figured this was a dream of some sort, but was starting to panic even more as he faded into sleep. His body felt weak. And then, he finally drifted off.

Only a few seconds later, he jolted awake suddenly, trying to regain his breath while desperately practicing any type of breathing exercise that came to his mind. He felt like he was drowning for a full second, hopelessly trying to reach the shore above. But there was no shore in Younghoon’s case, in fact, he had no clue where the hell he was.

He was in a white room, like—completely white. Everything there was white, the bed he was laying on, the chairs around, the tables and—wait, who is that?

There walked in a woman, everything she wore was also white, she had beautiful long and curly brown hair, thick eyebrows with long eyelashes to compliment her look. Younghoon thought she looked beautiful, if he had to say so himself.

She then laughed, “why thank you.”

Younghoon’s eyes widened in shock, did he really say that out loud? He just embarrassed himself before proper introduction.

“No, you didn’t.” The woman responded. She walked into a part of the room that looked like the kitchen, not different to any of the other rooms as it was also white. She poured some water into her cup and used a spoon to mix the solution. “Tea?”

“Um,” Younghoon by now had already guessed that she could read his mind, so he tried his best to keep his thoughts silent. “No thanks.”

“Hm, shame.” She held her white up and walked towards Younghoon, sitting comfortably on the sofa in front of him. 

“Are you an Angel?” Younghoon asked bluntly, not knowing where his sudden confidence came from. He didn’t care though, he did almost die a few moments ago. At this point, he was gonna take any type of risk without rethinking the consequences that would take place.

“Well,” she responded while laughing, “you could say that I am sort of an angel I suppose.”

“So,” Younghoon awkwardly shifted on his bed, looking around the white room for a second inspection then finally settling his eyes on the woman in front of him once more. “I’m in heaven?”

“No, you’re not.” Before Younghoon could panic, she continued. “At least not yet.”

Obviously, that did not help with calming down Younghoon. “What the hell do you mean by not yet?”

“It is as simple as you hear it Mr. Kim,” she addresses him formally which makes the situation even more awkward, at least that’s what Younghoon thinks. But that doesn’t matter now, what matters is that he doesn't know where he is, hell he might even die in a few seconds, depending on what the lady in front of him decides to do. 

“Oh, but it’s not my decision to let you die or not,” she smiles with what seems to be an attempt at a comforting smile, yet it still didn’t help Younghoon feel any better. “Believe it or not, it is yours.”

“This has to be a dream of some sort,” Younghoon curls his body up and puts his head into his hands, “you have to be fucking with me.”

“Unfortunately I am not, I can assure you that this is very much real.” She sighs before placing her cup of tea on the small table in front of her, completely ignoring the fact that he had just swore in the presence of an angel, her. “The car accident that you’ve been in a few hours ago was caused by you, and since it was ruled as an accident, you have a chance to fix your mistake. Right here, right now.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following,” Younghoon shook his head, “I’m not even supposed to be here, I’m supposed to either die or come back alive, I don’t know! You’re the angel here.”

“Indeed I am,” she stood up and walked around the room, looking around, leaving Younghoon confused from behind her. She paused in her footsteps as she looked at a small painting of a water fountain. After some thought, she looked back at Younghoon with a sigh. “You’ve been brought back to me, so I could help you fix your mistake, and find your soulmate.”

“My soulmate is already dead.” Younghoon angrily spoke up at the mention of a soulmate, “I’ve given up already, can we let that go?”

“I’m afraid we cannot,” she smiled warmly and walked towards him, pointing her finger to his face. “I advise you to close your eyes Mr. Kim.”

Younghoon didn’t have time to react as a bright light engulfed and took over his vision completely.

FIRST MEMORY.

Younghoon slowly uncovered his eyes when he realized he couldn’t hear anything. He blinked a couple of times as he tried to regain his already gained vision. Rubbing his eyes with a sigh he quietly stood up and scanned the place around him, he looked like he was in a backroom of some sort–a storage room. There were boxes all around him, before he could even reach the boxes and uncover whatever laid under, a voice interrupted his actions.

That voice was yours.

His head whipped around for his eyes to slowly rest on your figure. You were holding two large boxes that looked quite heavy. He knew you tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious from the facial expression on your face that you were exhausted. You placed the box on the ground and gently laid your head on a stack of boxes that reached your height. You quickly regained your composure a few seconds later as a voice called your name.

There came out of the dark an older woman, who looked to be in her 70s, walking towards you with a limp in her walk and a small smile on her face. She held your face in her hands and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you so much for helping me out child,” she took your hand and faced your palm towards the direction of the ceiling, placing a couple of coins in your hand before closing it into a fist. 

“Mrs. Lee, I’m fine really, I just wanted to help—” you attempted to persuade her, but she shook her head with a smile.

“You were the only one who helped,” she replied with the smile still on her face, although it was slowly turning into a bittersweet one. “You’re not related to me in blood, unlike my children, yet you still wanted to help.”

Her small whisper broke Younghoon’s heart, he couldn’t understand how they wouldn’t help her with such simple tasks, leaving their mother all alone in her lonely place.

She removed her hand from yours and sighed, “you could wait with me until I close up, if you wish to stay for some tea with me. Although, you are of course free to leave as always.”

You nodded tiredly as a smile formed on your face, matching the one on Mrs. Lee’s face, “I’d love to have some tea with you.”

“That’s great!” She exclaimed, very excited to talk with you later. “I will be working on the cashier, you rest here for a bit.”

With a small nod you replied, too tired to speak, watching her stand out of the storage room and walk off. As soon as you were sure that she was out of your eye sight, you collapsed. Younghoon attempted to catch you but ended up falling with you as he realized that his hand went right through you. His eyes studied your lips as they parted, trying to make the breathing process a bit easier for yourself. 

He looked back into your eyes that were staring at whatever was behind him, and slowly but shakingly tried to place your hand beside your cheek, caressing it softly and ignoring the times his hand went through you. 

Younghoon sighed as the place started to slowly fade, as well as everything in front of him.

SECOND MEMORY.

Younghoon’s eyes land on the students that walk around him, not paying attention to him. Of course, he isn’t surprised by that fact. He already has accepted that he is somehow invincible, stuck in his memories filled by you. Why you?

He questions where you are in the groups of students when a voice from behind him catches his attention. 

“I don’t think I will ever understand any homework that she assigns, I swear!”

You laugh at their comment and walk beside them, following their pace. “It’s not that bad really, maybe you just hate the professor.”

“Or maybe you’re just too good at this subject!” They exclaim at your reply of defense, “you’re like the top student in her class.”

“I guess I just understand everything that she says easily,” you shrugged your shoulders and paused your walking to face your friend, once you realized you reached their class. “Or maybe it’s because I grew up with my family’s obsession with this whole major, I guess.”

Your friend rolled their eyes at your explanation that they had already heard, from all the times that you have told them and your other friends of small bits of your childhood in nostalgic conversations. Before they could speak, you cut them off with a quick offer. “If you want, I could help you like always.”

“Oh my god yes!” Your friend accepts with a smile as they squish you with a tight yet friendly hug. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s no problem really,” you break the contact and look back at them with the same smile, “see you later?”

“I’ll see you after my class, thank you again!”

Younghoon watches the friend walks to their class with a tinge of jealousy in his eyes, he then looks back at you and raises his eyebrows when he sees you reading from your phone. He walks over to your side and reads the email that the teacher has sent, explaining the assignment. 

Now that you have— not one, but two assignments to work on for your class, you are definitely going to be busier than usual today. Younghoon wishes that he could help you, but knows he is incapable of doing anything currently.

He sighs sadly.

THIRD MEMORY.

Younghoon finds himself in a place full of crowded people yet again, though he’s not in his school’s campus, but a busy street. He is specifically in front of a random charity store. 

He feels himself slowly becoming disappointed when he notices everyone ignoring the store and going their way, realizing that the store had been empty for a while.

Just as he had been wishing, you finally walked by him. Your steps suddenly pause, as well as Younghoon who was planning to follow you and walk by your side. He watches you walk towards the shop with a worried look in your eyes, he could tell you were contemplating whether or not to get inside and donate.

With only a small amount of money in your wallet, you head into the store with an optimistic smile. Greeting the person behind the counter kindly and handing the money they had.

Younghoon watched you with a bitter smile on his face, finding it quite bittersweet. With each memory he learns more and more about your kind heart.

FOURTH MEMORY.

“Huh?” Younghoon whispers to himself as he scans the place around him, he finds the place familiar, as if he had been in it before. The brick walls of the alleyway cover him. 

“Aww, hello there,” you coo at the kittens and the mom that were excited at the smell of food, the cat food that you bought from the pet shop down the street. “Oh, aren’t you all so cute?”

He realizes from the familiar clothes that you wore, that this memory might have been made on the same day as the charity place memory.

Younghoon turned his attention from the walls onto you, who’s crouched down and petting the cats as they eat the food that you put down for them. He walks over and crouches down as well, the smile on his face blooms as he looks at your face. He wonders if he’s ever paid attention to these special facial features on your face before.  

His attention goes back to the cats in front of him. He attempts to pet them but his hands go through them obviously, yet he still pretends as if he’s petting them normally. The cat meows at him and he pauses in response, feeling surprised at the cat feeling his presence, if not even being touched by him.

He looks back at you and feels his cheek go warm as a pretty pink settles over his face. Younghoon definitely knows what his favorite memory is now.

FIFTH MEMORY.

“The flower shop, aye?” Hyunjin asks you. 

“Well, yeah I guess,” you giggle in reply, “Mrs. Lee needed some help and I offered to help around the store here and there. I also go there sometimes to just talk with her, she’s become a great friend.”

“That’s great to hear,” Younghoon snaps his head in horror as he looks at himself, sitting in his respective seat. Memory Younghoon flashes a smile while you shyly look away and back at Hyunjin, continuing the conversation.

He remembers this memory clearly, as he had been in that position before, sitting in a coffee shop with his friends, chatting about anything and everything. You were there too, which makes sense why he was viewing this memory.

Younghoon, though, was now even more confused than he was before, the lady in the white room never explained that this could be possible. But, he guesses that anything could be possible when some sort of angel is involved.

The conversation continues and eventually comes to an end, everybody packs up their stuff and leaves— including Memory Younghoon. Out of everybody, only you and Hyunjin stay.

“When are you going to tell him?”

You choke on your drink, and Younghoon raises his eyebrows in confusion, while looking back and forth at the two of you. “Tell who?” You ask and act clueless, as if you don’t know what she’s talking about.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Y/N,” she leaned in closer and crossed her arms. She whispers angrily, "when are you going to stop ignoring those dreams? I’ve been telling you that the only possible way to end the dreams might be just to tell him about them.”

“I don’t know,” you put your cup down and bite your lip anxiously, “I can’t just walk up to him randomly and be like ‘oh hey, I’m your soulmate, by the way,’ especially after—”

“Exactly!” Hyunjin cuts you off and leans back with a scoff, “that's exactly why he deserves to know. After Younghoon has told us that there's no chance that he has a soulmate, you could change that completely. His soulmate— is you.”

Younghoon stares at your face as you continue on talking, but your voice has been blocked out from his mind. The only thing he could focus on was you, and nothing else around him. He was in shock, he couldn’t form a sound and felt like everything surrounding him was going in slow motion. 

He snapped and was brought back to reality as soon as he noticed everything around him fade, his panic began to settle in as he ran towards you and tried catching your attention. He yelled and called out your name multiple times, but to no avail, no response was said from you.

Before the bright light engulfed his vision, he screamed at the top of his lungs and declared that his soulmate was you, Y/N L/N, all along. He wished in the couple of seconds that he had left that he would be given more time with you, not in memories, but in real time. 

Younghoon’s eyes open and he stares back at the white ceiling that greeted him, panic engulfs him as he begins to think that he failed, and was sent back to the angel and the white room that he awoke in before. 

He sits up with sudden energy, and then the pain finally takes in. He shouts in pain and holds his head in both hands, breathing quick as he tries to regain his vision and focus on the furniture that is placed in front of his bed. His screams and shouts catch the attention of nurses outside the room, and as the nurses surround him with quick moves, he is brought back to unconsciousness yet again.

He wakes up a few hours later, and the headache greets him as soon as he opens his eyes, he groans and sits up— slower than last time. Younghoon looks around the room and is surprised to see a nurse there too, organizing some things in the corner. 

“Excuse me?” Younghoon speaks up.

“Yes?” The nurse replies and turns around to face him, “do you need anything?”

“Oh no,” Younghoon shakes his head then clears his throat, “just, how long have I been here?”

“About two weeks,” the nurse replies with a warm and professional smile on his face.

“The two people that were with me that day, are they okay?” Younghoon asks with worry in his voice, hoping nothing that he didn’t want to happen comes out of the nurse’s mouth. 

“Yes, they are,” he responds with the same positive energy. “Fortunately, the accident injured one and almost killed the other, but they are alive, thankfully.”

“Oh,” Younghoon couldn’t explain how relieved he felt at that moment, “thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem.”

Later that day, after laying in his bed and doing nothing but eating, he is notified that he has a visitor. He looks at the door expecting some of his family members to walk in, but is surprised to see Hyunjin walk in with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi Younghoon,” Hyunjin places the bouquet beside him on the table and sits on the chair beside the bed. “Very good to see you alive and well.”

“Hyunjin,” he stares at her with his mouth open, unsure if he wants to tell her or not. Hyunjin tilts her head and waits for him to talk, and Younghoon talks. “I know that Y/N is my soulmate.”

Her jaw drops and the two of them sit in silence, with Hyunjin confused as ever at what she had just heard.

A week later, Younghoon had regained most control over his body, and was granted permission to visit his friends, and he knew exactly who he would visit first. He stared at the door of your room with contemplated thoughts, then finally pushed the door open and walked in. 

He closed the door behind him and looked at your surprised face, surprised that he would visit you at such a time. Before you could ask him how he was, he cuts you off with a small greeting.

“Hi soulmate,” with simple words that came from his mouth, all hell broke loose in your mind. 

Your jaw dropped at his words, similar to Hyunjin’s reaction from before, making him chuckle quietly. He watched as you looked at him with shock, stunned and dazed to the point where you couldn’t move, unable to think. You couldn’t process or think of a way of how he found out the truth. 

His smile stretched wider, Younghoon thinks to himself and decides that he had lied before, this is definitely his new favorite memory. However, he wonders. He wonders if this favorite memory would ever change, as he knows for a fact that both of your lives have now merged, creating a new future full of memories that include the both of you— together, as you two should be.

Memories that will definitely be more than five this time.

[koffeenet]

hello, sorry to bother you! hope you're well. I filled out a form to join your network on June 5th, and I haven't heard back from you… so I wondered if there was an issue with my application?

thank you, moon (beautifulchris)

hello there! this is kaira, the queue mod of the net! i'm not sure if it's my place to reply, but since the admins are no longer active, i thought i should step in for now :) this post should also serve as an explanation for what happened to the network so that members, affiliates, those who might have applied (and didn't hear back), and those who are planning to apply can be aware. please see the rest under the cut!!

as mentioned previously, both admins are no longer active (one has deactivated and the other is inactive). the last time i heard from either of them was in august 2022, so please bear with me as i don't have very good memory as well.

if i remember correctly, it happened very abruptly. one day, i just noticed that the net's discord server was no longer in my list of servers, so i messaged one of the admins about it. i never heard back from them, then days later they deactivated their discord account. i think i also messaged the other admin, but again, nothing. i wasn't sure what to do since i was only the queue mod, so i just stopped reblogging the members' posts since the admins were pretty much gone without notice and i didn't know if they were coming back. months passed and eventually, one of the admins also deactivated on tumblr.

basically long story short, the network is pretty much closed. i apologize to all the members and affiliates for ghosting (again, i was the queue mod and didn't think it was my place to post anything about the net) and i apologize to those who might have tried to apply since august 2022. i don't have access to the application form, so i didn't know who tried to apply and therefore couldn't have messaged them regarding the situation.

as the queue mod, i don't have any plans to continue the network since the admins have been inactive for 9 months, so i guess you could consider the network closed. the only reason i haven't logged out of the account is just in case the admins come back (and i just haven't gotten around to logging out). again, i apologize to everyone for not clearing the situation earlier. hope this helps! :)

[linonyang]

hi, this is riel aka @starlighthan!!! this will be my account for the meantime since my original account is probably shadowbanned, considering that my latest fic hasn’t appeared on tags yet and nobody has read it yet LMAO

this is my first blog, and i decided to just come back here again instead of totally abandoning it once again and make a whole new account.

i hope some will share this (and i also hope some of you still remember me /hj) 

tagging some of my mutuals and friends in my original writing account, just fyi :DDD @dlcjunz @starseungs @starlostseungmin @awooghan @cosmic-railwayxo @seo--changbin @wishingyouback @seung-scrittore @cherryhanji @hyucks-rose @cb97zone

same goes to the networks i’m a part of! @kflixnet @koffeenet @k-radio @districtninewriters @hiraya-m @whipped-kpop-creators @straykidsland

[minho-hoho]

Yandere!ENHYPEN's reaction to their S/O slapping them

genre... yandere! pairing... yandere!enhypen x gn!reader! warning... cursing, yandere themes and behaviour, violence, small caps intended etc...! wc...1.7k! note... yall, no month has ever been so hectic im so sorry, like ive been trying to deal with my feelings (not abt tumblr, for the first time ever im starting to like someone sooo) and i got sick (again, yes im sick every two weeks) bedridden, and still am but its okay. just idk now expect more fluff since im more in a lovey stage bc of that little someone :>!

MASTERLIST

이 희승 Lee Heeseung

it all started after a heated argument about you not being able to go out with some of your friends

you were starting to get really annoyed and angry at your boyfriend's over-the-counter possessiveness and protectiveness

you just wanted to go outside and enjoy yourself, without him for once

it was basically a yelling match and you were starting to get seriously frustrated by the situation

suddenly, you felt your body move by itself

and in a fit of rage, your hand flew to Heeseung's face

it didn't hit you immediately, you were so enraged you didn't notice the shock and disbelief on Heeseung's face

you were breathing heavily and tried to calm yourself down. to you, the world had stopped for minute, you clearly weren't aware of your surroundings

but Heeseung made sure to snap you back to reality with his livid voice

“what the fuck did you just do?”

“what? it's nowhere near as bad as anything you've done to me anyways” you retorted, still on your high

he threw a death glare your way, that you didn't even notice

“i think that someone here” he came closer to you and looked down at you “needs to be taught a lesson”

and just like that, you were dragged to a dreaded place, still seeing red

박 제이 Park Jay

to be honest, you didn't how did you get so far in an argument

you should have already been locked up, but yet you weren't, you were here, screaming your lungs out, tears rolling down your cheeks, trying to put some sense into your psychotic “boyfriend”

at this point, you couldn't even remember what you were originally arguing about, you were basically buying time before getting locked up

but the more you argued, the madder you got

you wanted Jay to get a taste of his own medicine so bad, even if it was just a little, even if the consequences could be almost deadly

you wanted to hit on his ego, to feel even tiny bit embarrassed to be treated in such a way

you were quite weak, but you took all the remaining strength in your body and gave him the biggest slap

the sound of your hand on his face resonated through the whole house, and what you felt like pmmthe whole universe

it felt good, but you now knew, that there was no buying time anymore

you were doomed, and you knew it too well, but you were at a point where you were just waiting for him to end you by inadvertence

Jay forcefully pushed you onto the ground and took a few seconds to take a look at you

he took your leg and dragged you across the floor and stairs to the basement not even taking a look at your suffering self

he couldn't care less, all he saw was rage and madness, he couldn't believe how bold you were and made sure to teach you and unforgettable lesson

심 제이크 Sim Jake

you didn't even remember the last time you argued with Jake

it was always pretty sweet with him, but only recently you started to take notice of the manipulation

you started to notice how the way he treated you was far from normal, and it was rapidly but carefully bulding in you anger and resentment towards Jake, who didn't really notice the subtle changes in your behaviour

it was after him begging for you two to not go out on a date that you lost it

you started screaming right at his face and pouring all the contents of your heart on him, insults after insults were thrown, taking him aback

but he still got the situation under control, he knew you very well, and this outbursts of yours was going to end in his favour

again, he used his best technique, manipulation. he tried, but despite his best efforts, you saw right through it

and you managed to get even more enraged, if that was even possible

you took angry steps towards Jake and waste a second to slap him harshly

a wave of anger came over Jake, but he knew better to act put of anger. the last thing he'd ever was to appear as the bad guy

he was going to use your act to victimise himself and make YOU the bad guy

and that's how he put you back into your place, and filled you with immeasurable guilt

박 성훈 Park Sunghoon

you usually always tip-toed when you were with Sunghoon, which was all the time

but being with such a person lead to built up frustration and anger, that you always made sure to never unleash onto him, knowing damn well that he wasn't going to spend a single second trying to understand you

but today was different, nothing seemed to go your way, everything seemed like it was trying to push your buttons further and Sunghoon was no exception

everything he did seemed to bug you more than usual, and today was not the day you were up to deal with his quite annoying teasing

you tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't want to listen driving you crazier

after another remark from him, your body started dmoving on its own and you slapped his face with all of your strength

your eyes widened before his did, and before he could even compute your bold act, apologies started spilling our of your mouth, tears already forming in your eyes

but to your surprise, Sunghoon just started laughing, his laugh getting crazier by the second, scaring you but nevertheless, you kept the apologies coming until they almost made no sense

“shut up” and you immediately did, he then grabbed your hair and dragged you too your room

“you've gotten so bold and mean and for what?” he shook his head “i've done nothing but be nice and you repay me like this?” he tugged at your hair harshly as you were struggling on the floor

“i guess i should have known better, you are a brat after all. i hope that what you'll be going be through today will be enough for you to finally understand.” he took a look at your pitiful figure “not like i mind pushing you anyways”

김 선우 Kim Sunoo

where did this rage even come from? maybe it was from being locked away from the world, trapped with someone you absolutely loathed. who knew, what mattered was the fact that Sunoo's clingy behaviour was greatly pissing you off

his recent jealousy was way more overbearing these days, and you couldn't stand him being attached to your hip after acting in such deranged ways.

hell, everything he did seemed to piss you off in some ways and you told him multiple times but you were met with a pouting Sunoo which irked you even more

but this time it was too much

your head was hurting and the lats thing you needed was Sunoo yelling at you for a reason you didn't even know, you assumed it was because of his jealousy

you argued back, todl him to shut up repeatedly but to no avail, it only angered him more

and that's when you did it

you slapped him, you could say goodbye to your head because he was now screaming his head off and you of course, received a slap back

all you could do was sob uncontrollably on the floor, begging for all the screaming to stop

양 정원 Yang Jungwon

the only reason an argument with Jungwon got so far, was only because he found it entertaining to see you so engaged as if you were going to change his mind, he found you quite adorable like that

but now he had enough of seeing you scream, he did prefer seeing you docile and calm, and he would be lying if he didn't want his peace and quiet

after some eye rolling, he told you off, having not listened to anything you've said, not really caring

“did you even listen to me at all?” you said angrily, Jungwon smirked

“of course not, why would i?” he laughed “now just shut up before i get angry”

you were boiling inside, you felt frustrated, could nothing get through his head? if words didn't, maybe actions would

and right then and there, you slapped him, not with much force, you just wanted to get your point across

but if he was feeling nice earlier, he sure wasn't now

he didn't plan on punishing you today, but now, to him at least, it was the only option left

“i tried being nice with you but i guess you didn't get the memo, hm?” without leaving you the chance to answer he grabbed your arm and brought his face close to yours

“i suppose violence is the only way you can understand who's in control”

西村 力 Nishimura Riki

you two were passionately arguing as always

spitting venom at each other, fighting your sides for your dear lives, too stubborn to stop and apologise

you didn't even remember why you were arguing, you were just arguing to argue, in your minds, there was no way you were going to lose this battle

red with rage, you couldn't help but get even angrier seeing Riki shooting daggers at you

it only drove you further in you indignation and furor

you knew how he pushed every single one of your buttons, and this was the last straw

insulting your loved ones, especially after taking you away from them, was just too much for you to bear

the second your processed his words your hand flew across the room to his face, leaving a huge mark on his cheek

“i guess this shuts you up, huh?” you said snarkily, still riding your high seeing Riki mouth wide opened

“okay i don't where the fuck did you get your confidence from, but know that i'm going to make you pay for this” now your eyes widened and gulped as you heard him speak

he pulled your hair to bring you closer to him before speaking in your ear

“i'm going to make sure you won't ever use these hands of yours in such ways”

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[woosluv]

choco ice cream — mingi

— pairing: mingi x gn!reader

— rating / genre: G / fluff, established relationship

— warnings: kissing, eating!!

— word count: 606

— summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to find mingi eating chocolate ice cream by himself.

— note: happy birthday to the loml!! i love mingi so much :(( i hope he has such a great day and receives lots of love! <3

— please reblog if you enjoyed this! tumblr is not like other social medias and runs off of reblogs and NOT likes :)

[ start ]

Mingi was sitting in the kitchen, dim light from the lamp in the hallway lighting up his features as he quietly spooned chocolate ice cream into his mouth. He was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice the soft padding of your feet against the wooden floors slowly waddling towards him.

“Mingi?” You gently placed your hand on his shoulder blade as you walked around the island he was sitting on. He jumped in his seat. “What are you doing up?” You take a second to look him over, your eyelids still heavy with sleep. “And why are you eating ice cream without me?” Mingi was still looking at you in shock, spoon halfway to his mouth with a dollop of ice cream.

Mingi redirected the spoon towards your mouth as he answered. “I had a big craving for ice cream when I woke up. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t wanna wake you.” You nod as he lands another spoon of ice cream in your mouth. You respond around the ice cream in your mouth. “Mingi, you can always wake me up at whatever time and ask me to join you for ice cream.” Mingi nods as he spoons a scoop of ice cream into his own mouth.

You take a moment to observe him as he goes back into the freezer to scoop some more ice cream for you two to share. His hair is still sticking up in small spiky tufts in all directions and flat on the left side of his head. You could still see little eye crusties hanging around his eyes and a little line of drool that had dried at the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way onto your face as you walked over to your tall boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his bare waist. You gently squeezed your arms around his body as you snuggled your cheek into his back. His cold hands found yours resting on his tummy and gave them a little squeeze before he turned around in your grasp and lifted you up onto the counter beside the ice cream.

There, he was able to comfortably nuzzle his face into your neck and hug you back with just as much love and warmth as you had given him. “I love you.” Mingi softly sighed into your neck as he squeezed his arms a little tighter around your waist. You smiled as you gently pulled Mingi’s head out your neck to look at him. Your hands softly cradled his cheeks as you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. It was one of the sweetest kisses you had ever shared. The taste of the rich chocolate on his lips only made it sweeter as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss just a little more. 

You slowly pulled away to rest your foreheads against each other’s, soft pants coming from both of your chocolate coated lips. “I love you too, Mingi.” You press a little kiss to the tip of his nose as you gently rub your thumbs over his cheeks. You had hoped he felt every ounce of love you had for him; from the gentle touches and the soft kisses to the sparkle in your eyes as you watched him and your words. You press another kiss to his lips, shorter than the last but just as sweet. “I love you.” You say the words one more time before your hands move to grab the cup of melted ice cream and shovel more of the sweet treat into both of your mouths.

[ end ]

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[tohokuu]

wicked games - park seonghwa

release date : coming soon

word count : 25k+

genre : short mlm (seongjoong), mentions of homophobia, horror, fantasy, gore, smut, angst, violence, character death, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of religious figures/fantasy au, angel/demon au, mentions of blood.

fic playlist - credit to my friend.

starring :

seonghwa as samael/lucifer

you as y/n

yeosang as michael

san as alastair

yunho as uriel

jongho as ezekiel

his back bled, and feathers lay everywhere; it was the most excruciating pain seonghwa had ever felt in his years as an archangel.

“take him away,” he said.

and that’s exactly what ruined the perfect balance that upheld heaven. his own brothers wrapped their arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, dragging him out of the silver city. his back dragged across the floor, painting the marble crimson. seonghwa slowly felt the moon-like essence leave him, his body was soon going to be nothing but fire.

seonghwa was in anger. tears spilled from his eyes at how he lost his father so easily. jongho and yeosang ripped any remaining pieces of the wings off, causing seonghwa to yelp in agony. his eyes glowed white as his brothers cried tears at his torment.

“brother, why would you go against him ?” they yelled. their white eyes blazed as they tore through seonghwa’s spine, dissecting the very fabric of the angel wings out of his back. he had lost the title of a celestial being. no longer was he god's favorite son: his right hand.

-

i’d like to see the moon with you.” he told hongjoong.

“is this your way of confessing your love to me?” the shorter male laughed.

seonghwa stupidly smiled, looking down at his feet, unable to offer an answer to the very cute young man in front of him.

“oh my god !” hongjoongs eyes widened in surprise, “it is !”

-

his expensive leather shoes came into vision and suddenly a fingertip beneath your chin lifted your face up. you swallowed. he was so much more breathtaking this close and if you stared any longer, you swear you’d pass out.

“why do you seem so nervous?” he asked. you shook your head, “ ‘m not, sir. it’s just a little hot in here.” you slapped yourself internally realizing how that sounded once you said it out loud.

his eyebrow rose. “really ? it’s like 67 degrees here. i didn’t think that was considered to be hot.” now that he said it, you realized that it was chilly in here and that his hand under your chin was so so fucking hot like he was running a fever of some sort.

-

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[halaboyz]

scene 3 : god i've seen what you did for others #!@?

'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍.

#!@ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 wherein it was one of those days for you, wanting to escape the endless eyes that watched you– and it just so happened that juyeon, one of seoul's most famous doctors, was on night shift that time.

PAIRING : EM doctor ! lee juyeon x actor ! reader (fem) GENRE : angst, fluff, suggestive, smau + narrations ; warnings included in every chapter A/N : trying my best to update regularly !

done schedule: scene 1 | scene 2. currently: scene 3. next schedule: scene 4

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[woobly]

PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS. track_009 — honey come put ur lips on mine

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𓂋˚˖ PAIRING. rival band lead guitarist! sunwoo x band rhythm guitarist! fem! reader 𓂋˚˖ GENRE. social media au with some written text, rivals to lovers, band au, college au, fluff, crack, angst 𓂋˚˖ A/N. when i said cliche plot .. this is what i meant ☠️ anyway i just finished my summer job so i have some more time to write now !! <3

𓂋˚˖ SYNOPSIS. competing against a rapidly rising all-male band from another school at an intercollegiate music festival doesn't really sound too bad on the surface. until you see their lead guitarist—the same boy who always made sure you knew who was the better guitarist between the two of you in high school.

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[starlighthan]

[13:39] lee felix

contains: angst, fluff, summer lovers trope, gender-neutral!reader’s pov

warning: none

word count: 0.6k words

note: hello i am back with a badly written and very cliche drabble :’D i listened to one direction’s summer love and i went straight to google docs to write something lmao and this is the baby... kinda embarrassing at some point but i’m still going to post this HAHA

another note: this is originally a skz ship drabble that i posted somewhere else, but i thought it’d fit in a different pairing... so here you go, a drabble with a gn!reader :DD

tag list: @plutominho​ @hwangsify​

© starlighthan - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

You were mine.

You and I danced under the bright sun, flawlessly moving around with the grass softly pointing at our feet. It was an understatement to say that it was one of the best moments I had with you. 

The comfort of your hands around my body was something I always craved, and I didn’t believe it was the last time I’d feel it. Your head on my shoulder was something I got used to from your nightly visits to my home. You always fell into a peaceful slumber on that same spot—you with me in the middle of the night felt like home.

The smell of sweet fruit surrounding your neck matches your personality: sweet, smooth, and gentle. I got used to associating every addicting seasonal fruit with you because of it. It was a curse to say that I’d be missing you way more than usual every time I’d see my family bring home fruits from the market.

The shining smile you always gave me resembled the sun above us. It gave me energy, waking me up from sleepiness and falling for the now-visible world’s charms, including you. Your happiness became my source of glee, and I will never doubt that you’re a living angel apparent to every single being with the mission of making this world a better place. You made my home a better place, and you became my home.

How unfortunate the thought of my head about losing you interrupted my stream of contentment. I always had a fun time feeling the satisfaction of being with you. I’m afraid that feeling wouldn’t be the same once you step into your parents’ car and move away, uncertain when you are coming back into my arms.

Cherishing this moment right now is both a painful and enjoyable process. I get to have you around me, surrounding me with your love. I get to think about you and question the possible ending of our relationship.

The question is, would there be an ending? I hope not.

“I’ll miss you very much,” you mumble against my skin, bringing goosebumps around my body. “I hope you’ll remember everything we had this summer.”

I bring my hand to your soft hair, gently caressing them. “Do you think I’d forget about this? I think this will be in my mind for the rest of my life.”

In the middle of a sunny day, I feel like storms are slowly coming with this conversation of ours. Everything has come to an end, and I slowly feel my heart falling into crumbles. 

“I’ll always remember this, Felix. I’ll always remember you.”

We may have no idea when fate will pull our strings and bring us back together, but I somehow have faith that that will happen someday in our life. Even if desperation and longing crash into me, I know this wouldn’t be the last one we’ll face each other. 

“I don’t know if this will be the last time we’ll see each other, but I hope you know I loved you,” he pulls his head back, standing straight from his feet, arms still encircled around me.

“And I will always love you, got that?”

Numerous summers may pass, and that illuminating glow of love will never die. Grey and ambiguous skies are hindrances to this summer love, but they will never stop us from this special connection we made for several months.

Summer will always be alive. Winter, autumn, or fall can come across, but those will never replace that unmatched euphoria of being in love with this warm, freckled boy in the humid air. 

You’ll be fine. We had it all, and we’ll have it all someday.

“Of course, I’m everlastingly yours.”

And you always will be mine.