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zoyaofthegardvn · 2 years

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love love lovED your zoya fic and now i can't stop thinking about zoya and reader's first time they say i love you to each other (somehow i'm imagining an almost fwb to lovers and theyre both surprised they've fallen in love)

What Are We?

Can be seen as a prequel to A Mission Gone Wrong! In which reader and Zoya are sorta kinda friends with benefits, until they catch feelings...

A/N: Love this idea! I totally have to write something for it, thanks so much for giving me the inspo to flesh out that fic, anon, and thanks for the sweet words! :)

CW: Mentions of smut! Angst to fluff!

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After pulling your shirt back over your head, you glance towards Zoya, asleep in her bed. You two had hooked up, again, as you had been all year. Many years before that had been spent being friends, until the lust-filled gazes finally led to something.

As far as you were aware, Zoya hadn't been sleeping with anyone since you two began your... thing. And you certainly hadn't either, Zoya had ruined anyone else for you.

And that's why you had to put an end to these hookups.

Typically, you two would fuck in one of your rooms, and you'd stay the night, cuddling, talking, the other only sneaking off in the early morning. Maybe you'd have a quickie in some hallway closet, just to spend the rest of the day together, training or going over paperwork.

But recently, you'd been encouraging the sex to occur in Zoya's bedroom only, so that you could sneak out the second she fell asleep. You were sure she had noticed the change, but she hadn't brought it up.

She probably doesn't care, maybe she even prefers it this way, you assumed. Ignoring the pang to your heart.

You had caught feelings for Zoya, which was likely the biggest no-no rule when it came to friends with benefits. And really, you had feelings for Zoya before your intimate relationship started. It's why you slept with her in the first place.

But now... now you're in love with Zoya, and not being able to truly have her... it hurts. The phenomenal sex had always been enough to counteract the heartache, until it wasn't anymore.

Zoya isn't the relationship type. She's had many partners, and none of them were official relationships. You had no reason to believe you would be any different. And so, in order to look out for yourself, and to preserve the friendship with Zoya that you cherished, you had to stop.

Tonight is the last time, you swear, as you gently close her door behind you, kefta draped over your arm. Your room isn't far, just a few doors down, as you two had requested in the early days of your friendship, when you were given permanent places in the Palace after proving yourselves as formidable Grisha.

You hoped things wouldn't become too awkward, and you dreaded the day Zoya found a new partner to be intimate with. As your friend, you'd support her, and as the woman in love with her, you'd be crushed.

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The next morning, you woke to knocking at your door. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and wincing at the cold hard floor against your feet, you make your way to open it for your early visitor.

It's Zoya. She clocks the surprise on your face, and gives you a confused glare. Truly, you hadn't expected to see her until you made your way to the yard for training. You stare at her for a few seconds, mouth open, thinking of something to say, before she beats you to it.

"I figured we'd get breakfast before training, we didn't eat last night?" Zoya asks, clearly a bit offended by your reaction.

You drop your eyes and realize that she's already dressed and ready for the day. Unsurprising, Zoya is always on time, always ready. It catches you off guard, though, still in your robe and slippers.

"O-oh uhh, yes?" Zoya quirks at eyebrow at the question in your tone. "I mean yes, yeah of course," you add, not trying to be rude. "Just let me get dressed, I'll meet you there?"

"Sure.." Zoya trails off, even more confused by the second. Typically, you'd invite her in whenever she'd show up at your door. If you weren't required to wear a uniform for the day, she'd pick you out an outfit. She'd lounge on your bed while you worked at your desk. She'd paint her toenails while you took a bath. She'd read a book while you dozed on your couch. Zoya is your best friend, and obviously, she's noted a change in your friendship, before she noticed anything different with your sexual relationship.

You close the door in her face, and you hear her slowly walk down the hall. Resting your head against the door, you sigh, and rub your face with your hands. Still drowsy with sleep, you pull yourself together and get dressed for the day.

Breakfast isn't typically very busy, as training begins early and most prefer to sleep in. But it's true that you're starving. You and Zoya had gotten back to the Palace late the evening before, dinner had ended, and the both of you were two occupied with one another to go about finding your own food. Immediately, Zoya had fallen asleep after, and you went back to your room to do the same.

You take the seat next to Zoya, who is nearly finished with her plate. Your stomach growls, and Zoya snickers at the sound, handing you en empty plate for you to gather your food. You elbow her side, muttering, "shut up," as you fill your plate.

"So," you say, willing to start the conversation after that awkward first interaction of the day. "What's your plan for training, today?"

As a Tidemaker, you and Zoya often worked together, as Squallers and Tidemakers made a powerful pair. Zoya was more harsh with the Grisha during training, so you preferred to know what she wanted before you laid out your own plans.

She turns to look at you, placing a forkful of eggs into her mouth. She shrugs, swallows, and you see a smile tug at her lips. "Well, Y/N, I think your Tidemakers have grown a bit sloppy," you fake gasp at her insult, "so I thought we'd put them head to head today? See who comes out on top?"

You sigh, roll your eyes, and shoot her a grin. "They are not sloppy! It was your Squaller that caused them to lose control of that spiral, you know," you tease her, knowing Zoya was a bit bitter that your epic experiment with wind and water had ended in disaster, with everyone dripping wet and cold.

She snorts, shaking her head. "Please, as if," and she takes a deep sip of her coffee.

Usually, you and Zoya would disagree on training, at least a little bit. But today, you don't mind the suggestion. "I suppose that's a good idea, we've trained them to work together, but never how to fight an opponent with those skillsets," and the mood turns a bit sour, the fact that rogue Grisha exist looming over the both of you. You don't regret saying it, though. It bothers Zoya more than anyone, and she has to be able to face it.

Zoya clears her throat, and nods. "Yes, yeah... exactly."

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Training gets off to a rough start. You two had taken your Grisha far into a field, where a large pond was located, so that you had plenty of room to work and not interfere with the other group's training. Most of the Grisha grumbled at the plan, having no real desire to engage in a battle so early in the morning. But, Zoya snapped at them, and they shut up quite quickly.

The next two hours were spent with you and Zoya coaxing your teams, how to note weak spots in an opponent, how to target them, how to catch even a skilled fighter by surprise. Both teams fought valiantly, but in the end, your Tidemakers won.

You beamed, and gloated, patting your Grisha on the back. You praised Zoya's team too, because they fought hard, and Zoya has been too tough on them, scolding them for their loss.

As everyone began the long trek back to the Palace, you hung back to walk alongside Zoya, distanced from the larger group.

"Enjoy your win, it won't happen again," Zoya mumbled, and you laughed at her pout.

"Just admit, Zoya, my Tidemakers aren't the sloppy ones!" You sing-songed.

"If it was just you and I, I would've won,' Zoya said, under her breath, but you still caught it.

Instantly, your mood faded. "Well, Zoya, not everyone can be one of the most powerful Grisha alive, I didn't think this was really about that," you spat, hurrying your pace. "But excuse me if I misunderstood!" you called over your shoulder, ignoring Zoya's calls of your name.

Perhaps you overreacted, but you were so sick and tired of Zoya's obsession with being the best, at everything. You wanted to enjoy your win, though it wasn't really yours, it belonged to your Grisha. But you were proud of them, and you were proud of the training you'd given them that clearly paid off. You had hoped Zoya would let you have at least that. You understood that Zoya wasn't trying to be mean, that she had traumas and insecurities she struggled with, but still. You deserved more respect. And maybe, though you wouldn't admit it, you wanted Zoya to admire you the way you did her.

You stomped the rest of the walk back to the Palace, even getting ahead of the Grisha in your furious haste. All you wanted was a warm bath, a snack, and maybe even a nap. You had a meeting to attend in the early evening, but that was about it. You had plenty of time to destress and cool down from your anger.

Workers, Grisha, friends, all chose to not speak to you as you entered the palace, clearly sensing you were upset. You appreciated it, really not in the mood to talk anymore. And this... surprised you. You had endured some of the harshest, meanest comments from trainers and mentors as you grew up and into your powers. So why was Zoya's comment bothering you so badly? The more you thought about it, the more upset you got. And then, tears are welling in your eyes, and you're bursting into your bedroom before they fall.

You know that it's not just what Zoya said that's brought the tears, it's the realization that Zoya will never love you the way you love her. She'll never respect you as a Grisha the way you so badly crave. She'll never view you as her equal.

You wipe at your wet cheeks as you draw your bath, taking deep breaths to soothe the sadness in your gut. Your clothes drop to the floor, and you nearly moan when the hot water touches your skin.

And, because you deserved it, you pull the bubbles to your chest that you had poured into the bath as it ran. You place a washcloth against the edge of the tub, and rest your head against it as a pillow. You enjoy a quiet few moments before a knock at your bedroom door startles you.

It's muffled, as you're locked away in the bathroom, but it catches you off guard. Again, there's a knock, but you remain silent.

If they really need me, they'll yell. You settle back against the tub, closing your eyes.

As if on cue, Zoya calls your name.

"Y/N? I know you're in there," she yells, and you roll your eyes. Honestly, you hadn't expected her to follow you. You didn't think she cared that much. You expected to see her later this evening, after you had both calmed down, and move on. Clearly, Zoya had other plans.

And then, you hear your door unlock and swing open. You curse under your breath. You had forgotten that Zoya had the spare key to your room. You weren't comfortable with hiding it somewhere should someone else find it, and so Zoya was the natural choice. She'd never used it before, and you had never lost your key and needed to retrieve the spare.

The door closes and locks behind her, and then she's strutting towards the bathroom door, swinging it open. You don't even glance at her. "Leave Zoya, I don't want to talk."

"Well I do," she says, grabbing a stool and sitting next to the tub.

"Come to talk about how much better you are than me? How much stronger? As if I need the reminder," you spit, raising your head to level a glare at her. You wouldn't be this angry if she weren't here to take it. You rarely fight with her, usually opting to keep quiet. But paired with the realization that you're in love with her, her attitude has hurt you worse than ever before. The woman you love, thinking you're weak.

Zoya sighs, frustrated, shaking her head. "No, Y/N. Damnit, I'm sorry, okay?"

You scoff. "I came here to take a bath and relax. I want to forget about it."

"Well, I don't!" she exclaims. "Can you just let me apologize, please?"

It's obvious that she won't give in. You roll your eyes, close them, then rest your head back on the lip of the tub. You wave your hand, as a dismissal, but Zoya takes it as a 'go on.'

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. You know I never apologize," and yes, that's true, rarely does Zoya say she's sorry. "I get too jealous, I'm too quick to anger, I know that. You don't deserve it."

She pauses, but you don't answer, you don't move.

She sighs, and starts again. "I don't think I'm better than you, I never have."

And you laugh, though it's humorless. "Yes, you have, Zoya."

She groans. "Okay, yeah, back when I was a lot meaner than I am now and I thought I was better than everyone..." her voice trails off, "but never you, not anymore," she finishes. Her tone is tender, her voice gone quiet.

Your stomach flutters, but you don't react, not willing to show her how her words affect you.

"Y/N, I'm serious. I don't think I'm better than you. You're the strongest person I know, and not just in Grisha power. You're an excellent teacher, and the Grisha are lucky to have you. They need you more than they need me, so please don't beat yourself up because I said something rude in frustration. I'm sorry, Y/N."

And you really do believe her. Zoya can't fake anything, not an emotion, a sentiment, an opinion. She sounds genuinely sincere and sorry.

You sigh, and lift your head again to look at her. "Thank you, Zoya, I appreciate it."

She smiles. "Am I forgiven?"

You nod, and you drop your eyes from her gaze. "Yes, yes, you're forgiven... but, I really do just want to be alone right now."

You don't even have to look at her to know that her smile drops, it's evident in her voice. "Oh, okay... yeah, of course. I'll see you later, though? At dinner?"

Now, you smile at her, it's small and not true. "Yeah, I'll be at dinner."

And with that, Zoya gets up and leaves. She doesn't look back at you as she closes the bathroom door, and you hear her lock your bedroom back up before you're sinking deeper into the tub, hoping that finally, you'll get to relax.

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After the bath, a bit of paperwork, a nap, and your meeting, it's time for anyone in the Palace choosing a kitchen dinner to gather in the dining hall. You purposefully go late, not wanting it to be too crowded, and you don't fail to notice how Zoya did not come to your room for the two of you to go together, as she typically would.

Though it makes you a bit sad, you are the one that sent her away earlier, and you are the one that wants to nip your intimate relationship in the bud before you get too hurt.

You slip out of your room, lock the door, and make your way to the dining hall. You nod pleasantly at those that you see along the way, but you don't engage in conversation. You wonder if Zoya is even still there, perhaps she decided not to wait for you.

But, you instantly spot her blue kefta when you walk in, her curly black hair. It's impossible to not notice her, when she's all you can think about.

And she notices you, too. Like she'd been watching the entrance, waiting for you to arrive. She smiles, and you make your way over, taking the seat next to her.

"Hey," you greet her, grabbing a plate and filling it.

"Are you feeling better?" She asks. When you give her a confused glance, she says, "I know you're stressed, beyond our... fight," she says quietly, like she doesn't even want to mention that you two had an argument, "and I'm... I'm worried. Are you alright?"

And again, your chest pangs at the sincerity. The concern. You thought she hadn't noticed you pulling away, thought she didn't care. But clearly, she has.

You smile at her, and nod, shoveling a scoop of rice into your mouth. "Yeah, I'm fine," you say, mouth full of food.

She nods, but doesn't look convinced.

Dinner continues in amicable silence, occasionally interrupted by comments from one of you, about training the next day, missions coming up, general Palace gossip.

You're nearly done with your plate when you feel Zoya's hand on your thigh. You jump a bit, and look at her quickly. She smirks, and shrugs. You give her an awkward smile, and place your hand atop hers, stopping it from moving any higher but not removing her touch.

You both finish your food, and Zoya pulls you up by your arm the second she knows you're done.

She pulls you out into the hallway, as you repeatedly ask what she's doing. She looks over her shoulder, smiling, beautiful and happy, and shushes you playfully.

When you spot where she's taking you, you grow nervous. She's headed straight for a particular closet that you two have... had several dalliances in over the past year.

She opens the door, pulls you in, checks that no one was looking, and then shuts the door behind her.

Instantly, she's pushing you up against the wall, hands on your waist. She leans into your face, lips hovering above your own. She smirks. "Let me make you feel better," and then she's kissing you.

And you kiss her back, though you know you shouldn't. Your mind is roaring at you, your heart clenching.

She moans into the kiss, and your tongues begin to dance, tasting one another. This is familiar, this is fun, this is simple and easy. Except it's not. Not anymore. Not for you, at least.

Her hands slip behind you, cupping your ass, rubbing your back, your ribs. One hand slips between your thighs, and that's what makes you gasp, what makes you pull away.

Zoya would never, ever, make you uncomfortable. So she pulls back. She looks at you, hurt and confused. "What's wrong?"

You start breathing hard, terrified to have this conversation. You stutter and stammer. "I-I... I'm sorry.. I..."

Her brows furrow, and she takes in your panicked state. "Y/N, what's happening?"

You begin pulling at your kefta, straightening it. You refuse to look at her. You pace the closet briefly, wringing your hands. "I-I'm sorry, Zoya, I j-just... I can't.. we.. we have to.. stop," Zoya doesn't flinch. She just stares. "This.. it has to end.. I-I'm sorry," you rush out, then you flee the room like a coward.

You don't hear the door open behind you, meaning, Zoya is not following you. She's not chasing you for answers. She knows what you meant.

You rush towards your bedroom before the tears can fall.

The minutes the door is shut, you burst into a sob, dropping to the floor. The hurt on her face... the one thing you never wanted was to lose her friendship. And it seems like that's exactly what you've done.

---

You sleep restlessly, tossing, turning, crying, even. You had immediately undressed, once you picked yourself up off the floor, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed.

The pillow is tear-stained, blankets crumpled around you. Your head pounds from the stress, and your heart feels like its been cleaved in two. You have work with Zoya in the morning, the two of you are set to leave for field work in just a few weeks, she's the only person you sit with at meals. In your panic, you had completely changed how you'll have to function for the rest of your long life.

You wondered if Zoya was just as upset as you. If she mourned your friendship the second you fled. Or, if she'd already found someone else to share her bed with. It was a bitter thought, and you felt bad for it.

And then, your doorknob jiggles. You sit straight up in bed, furiously wiping your eyes. Your stomach sinks in dread, wondering who could be breaking into your room in the middle of the night?

It looks and sounds like someone's struggling with the knob, like they aren't sure how to work one. You'd laugh, if you weren't scared.

You pull the covers off, climb out of bed, and before you can grab a weapon, a flimsy butter knife you'd sliced some fruits with earlier, the door finally unlatches and swings open.

You gasp, and go to charge at the intruder, when you realize the stumbling figure is Zoya. For the second time in the span of a day, she's let herself into your room.

You stare, dumbfounded, as she clumsily slams the door behind her, and locks it.

"What are you doing...?" You ask, trailing off in utter confusion. You set the knife down and cross your arms.

She turns to you, her face full of rage and hurt.

"Coming to see who you're fuck-" she breaks off in a hiccup, "f-fucking tonight."

It dawns on you. "You're drunk," you spit, rolling your eyes, ignoring her hateful comment.

She rolls her eyes right back, far more dramatically. "Astute observation."

"Damnit, Zoya! Why are you doing this to me today?" You're seething, pissed off that she interrupted the sleep you weren't getting, that she's making your heart pound simply by being in the same room, that she has you worried for her, because she doesn't typically drink, especially when she's supposed to be up so early in the morning.

"To you?" she rages, hiccuping again before she takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly have I done to you? Have I stopped talking to you?" she takes another step. "Have I stopped looking you in the saints damned eyes?" another step. "Have I stopped hanging out with you?" her voice cracks, and again, she steps closer.

You back up until you hit your dresser, and your lower lip trembles as she drills into you.

"Have I started fucking you, then leaving right after, like nothing happened?" she spits. Now, she's right in front of you, finger pointed, accusatory.

She takes one more step, until she's in your face. In the dim light, you can see the tears in her beautiful blue eyes. "I haven't done shit to you," she whispers, and the tears fall. "I-I apologized, for earlier, and then you act like you're disgusted by me."

She stares at you, but you say nothing. Her hand lowers, she stands up straighter. "So, I came to see who my replacement is." Her tone is matter-of-fact, like the only possible way you could leave her would be if you had found someone new.

"Z-Zoya..." you cry, a bit ashamed now that she'd pointed out how you'd been treating her. In an effort to protect your own heart, you'd been hurting her. You hadn't realized.

"Zoya," you start again, taking a deep breath. 'I-It's not like that," she cuts you off with a bitter laugh.

"I know exactly what it's like," she whispers.

"I never, e-ever, wanted to hurt you, Zoya," you cry, reaching to grab her arm. She jerks out of your reach, she stumbles at the movement, then straightens herself back out.

Her rejection stings. "I... it's... it's complicated, Zoya, but I am so sorry," you try and reach for her again, and this time, she lets you. You grab her arms, and realize she reeks of Kvas. "Let me put you to bed, you're drunk."

She shakes her head, a frown on her face. "So you can leave in the middle of the night?" she scoffs. "I'm not that drunk, anyway."

You sigh, heart heavy. "You're my best friend, Zoya, hurting you... that was never my intent. But I can't.... I can't talk about it."

She pulls out of your grasp, sits on the bed. She hangs her head, and the room is silent for a moment. She wipes her face with her hands.

"Tell me, don't talk to me like I'm stupid, stop running around in circles," she says, and you grimace.

"I have never thought you were stupid," you tell her, frustrated that every thing is going so, so wrong.

She looks up at you, her face miserable. "Then fucking tell me. What did I do to deserve this?" her voice fades to a whisper, and she starts to cry again. Silent tears, you wonder if she even knows she's crying.

"I can't," you whimper, sitting next to her.

"Can't, or won't?"

And that breaks you.

"You'll hate me, Zoya, we'll never be friends again," you whisper into the dim room, the tension winding around the both of you like a restraint.

"I would never," she hiccups again, and if the situation weren't so dire, you'd laugh at the timing. "I'd never hate you," and her tone leaves little room for argument.

You don't respond, eyes on your hands, picking at your nails. She stops your movements, placing her hand on yours. It reminds you of all those times she scolded you for the habit, telling you your fingers would hurt if you kept at it. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, but it never comes to fruition, the weight of losing Zoya for good too heavy for any other feelings.

Zoya fills the silence. "I... if I leave, and you don't tell me what's going on... what I did... we won't come back from it."

At the threat, your resolve crumbles. You sob. "Damnit, Zoya, why are you making me do this?" you look at her, your face devastated in anger and heartbreak.

Zoya doesn't respond. Doesn't answer, doesn't stop you. She just stares, eyes glazed over with both alcohol and tears. Her cheeks are flushed and stained with dried tears. She makes no move to wipe them, too afraid to break the spell.

Your heart is pounding, hands clammy and shaking.

"Zoya.. I-I am... I'm fucking in love with you," you gasp, and squeeze your eyes shut, unable to see the physical rejection you're sure she's going to put you through.

Yet, her hand doesn't move. She doesn't stop touching you.

She takes a sharp inhale, and it's the only other sound in the room other than your quiet crying.

"I-I'm sorry, Zoya. I-I didn't want to ruin anything, so I-I just never said anything," you take a few heaving breaths before continuing, "and I s-still ruined it a-all, didn't I?"

You cry, and cry, struggling to breathe. Never, not once, have you felt such visceral heartbreak and pain. You wonder if you'll survive it.

"I know I wasn't," you sniffle, "wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, but I did, I can't help it, and I-"

And then, you're being cut off by Zoya's hands grabbing your face, her lips landing on your own.

You're so surprised for a moment, you don't even move, your eyes wide. And then, you kiss her back. Eyes fluttering closed, your lips move with hers in a tender, slow kiss. Your heart flutters, the pain gently ebbing away.

She pulls back and looks at you. "You're in love with me?"

You nod. She kisses you again, quick and soft. You stare at her, stunned.

"You love me, and you didn't tell me?" she says, a bit hurt, though she sounds relieved. She's cupping your face, and one of her thumbs starts stroking your cheekbone.

"H-how was I supposed to?"

Zoya shakes her head in disbelief. "I..." she stops, like she's gathering her thoughts. "All of this... all of this, because you're in love with me."

You feel embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Zoya."

Her eyes widen. "Don't be sorry, you fool," and your brows furrow in confusion. She kisses you again, then mumbles against your lips, "I love you, too."

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A/N: This ended up being longer than I intended, oops! I also went the angst to fluff route, hope that's okay!

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happy-tori-friends · 2 months

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Prompt: burying their face into the other's chest/shoulder when they get embarrassed or shy. Free choice! Do whatever you want :>

when r u gonna follow me on this blog (/J - you do not have 2 follow the sideblog if u do not want!!!!)

HAHAHA I FINALLY GET TO DO NUTTY X LIFTY! i posted a confession a lil while ago about a silly probably ooc thing w nutty and giving his s/o candy to taste the sugar on their lips and mentioned maybe i'd do something with it for prompts. guess what time it is.

3 lifty povs in a row? what has the world come to? gasp!!! ...i just like lifty ok. also. hes trans here. still haven't decided bc i have scenarios of them as kids and ive always imagined them as boys there. unless they transitioned really young bc jewel would want them to be happy and shady would be like 'fuck yeah sons!' what do we think chat.

Dating Nutty was… a bit different than Lifty originally expected. Nutty was very affectionate and very shameless, like he'd thought, but he was also a lot more inclined to share his sweets than Lifty originally anticipated. Maybe a bit too eager, because Lifty never went home hungry after spending time with him. Sometimes, he even had to tell him that it was too much.

It wasn't a bad thing - he was underweight to begin with, and his clothes were big on him too. It was just a little… odd, to him. Odd enough that he decided he would ask.

“Nutsy?” Lifty asked quietly - the other had come up with that nickname despite knowing the connotations. “I've got a question for you.” The two were sitting on the lime green haired man's couch, Nutty alternating between giving Lifty a chocolate and eating one himself.

“What's up?” Nutty asked, tilting his head, before kissing him unprompted. His tongue swirled around the shorter's mouth, and when pulled away, he laughed that goofy laugh of his.

Lifty buried his burning red face into the other's shoulder, shuddering slightly. He always kissed with tongue, always swirled it around every inch of his mouth, as if he were tasting it. It wasn't bad - not at all - but even though the other loved kissing, it always caught him off guard.

Taking in a breath, he removed his face from the other's shoulder. “It's just… I dunno… I didn't expect you to share your candy with me at all, but… you're really generous with me.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “Is it just because we're dating or…?”

Nutty paused, putting a chocolate on his own tongue, before kissing him once again, passing it into Lifty's mouth and deepening the kiss. Golden eyes fluttered shut and Lifty moaned slightly when Nutty withdrew his tongue and nibbled on his lip.

“Kinda-Maybe-Sorta? See, I like kissing you,” Nutty hummed, pulling the other onto his lap and squeezing him tight. He had a larger body type, more meat on his bones compared to Lifty, who had started the relationship as underweight and probably was still underweight. “And I like to taste the sugar on your lips and in your mouth. So, if I keep feeding you candy, you taste like sugar and I want to do it more and more! Ahahaha!” There was another bout of his laughter, and he jittered, jostling the smaller male on his lap. It didn't help that Lifty's face was burning again and he was turning to bury his face in his shoulder again.

“Plus, it gives you a little more to love, and you're healthier ‘cause of it,” Nutty wheezed out after his laughing fit.

Lifty pulled his head up for just a second. “I'm not sure if eating all of this candy and dessert when I'm with you is healthy…” he mumbled, before rehiding his face as Nutty's hands slid under his shirt, groping at everything he could, even unzipping his binder to have access to his chest. Lifty let out a squeak, and then a whine. “What are you doin’?’

“Loving you!” Nutty chirped, kissing his neck as his hands roamed.

Lifty failed to stifle a moan, breathing in. “Mmn… Too much for now, can you stop? Maybe later.”

“Aww,” Nutty whined, but ceased. He at least respected boundaries when explicitly informed or told to stop. “Lemme help you with this.”

He sighed softly as the other clumsily zipped the binder back up. ”Thanks, Nutsy…” he murmured, nuzzling his shoulder rather than hiding his face in it. “I love you.”

“Love ya too, Liftsy!” Nutty grinned, shoving a chocolate into his mouth as soon as Lifty looked up, before stealing his lips in another kiss.

Being with Nutty made Lifty's heart race, and the other easily embarrassed him. But it was worth it for such a sugary sweet taste of romance, and one he hoped he'd never stop getting to sample.

#tori talks #asks #lifty 💰#nutty 🍭#sweet treats 🍭💰#prompt fill

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drowned-debris · 2 years

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@dotflowweek Day 4: School Uniform Effect, School, Repeatedly Going Over Thoughts

He should’ve been here two hours ago.

Two hours.

She expected him to be late —he always is— but not by this much. It feels like a jab at her, like one of those half-serious insults he’s so fond of. Mocking her for taking him at his word.

All things considered, she should probably leave. If Smile is gonna be a no-show, there’s no reason for her to waste her time sitting in this classroom any longer. She risks getting trapped in the school when the gates are locked.

…But then again, she doesn’t really have anywhere better to be.

Half the reason she even agreed to meet with him was out of boredom. Hanging out around town with a guy she mostly hates still beats going back to where she’s staying. For the millionth time, she laments her complete ineptitude at making friends; maybe if she talked to her classmates more, she’d have a companion with whom conversations didn’t feel like battles.

Unfortunately, she’s stuck with the smuggest, most arrogant bastard on the planet. It’s just like him to leave her hanging like this; their time together thus far has been an elaborate dance of one-upping each other. He’s probably going to show up tomorrow and laugh at her for being so gullible, for waiting two whole hours for him to arrive. Then he’ll mockingly ask if she’s in love with him, to which she’ll respond by telling him he wishes, and then they’ll kiss to shut each other up. It usually goes something like that, anyway.

What if something happened to him?

The thought comes out of nowhere, shocking Sabitsuki. Her nails stop scraping against the desk— she didn’t even notice they were doing so until now.

Just what on Earth even provoked that thought? He’s proven he can handle himself. Smile knows this town just as well as she does; the idea of him being caught off guard in a bad place is ridiculous.

You can’t say that for sure.

“Urgh!”

Sabitsuki slams her fist hard onto the table she’s sitting on. She wishes she could deny it, but… there’s always a chance. Her eyes dart to a clock in the corner— the incessant ticking only fuels her unease.

With a groan, she pushes herself off of the desk. Sabitsuki feels like she’s gonna start going crazy if she spends another second just sitting here. Surely she can at least go check around the school?

Shakily, she steps out of the classroom and creeps over to the rooftop staircase. She has no idea whether anyone who works at the school knows about the two of them staying late so often— but she’d rather not risk it, so she takes her time heading upwards.

She arrives at the roof, and the cold night air rushes out to greet her. It’s refreshing, good for clearing the head. It’s not even six o’ clock yet, but the moon is making steady progress into the sky. She’ll never get used to winter.

Taking a few steps towards the railing, she bends carefully over it and surveys the area below. No signs of movement within the school grounds. The lights of the town outside the gates glow resolutely, like knights in shining armour riding out to combat the darkness. It’s funny— the night makes this shithole look almost beautiful.

“Not that I don’t like what I see, but that looks sorta unsafe.”

She stands up straight and swivels around instantly at the sound of a familiar voice. It’s him: Mr. Human Garbage himself. Before she even knows it, she’s marching towards him, her steps making heavy footfalls across the grey floor. Smile is standing next to the doorway that leads back inside the school; she grabs the sides of his brown jacket and pins him against the wall.

“YOU!” Sabitsuki yells. All intention of staying quiet vanished the moment he appeared. “Where the HELL were you!?”

“Just taking care of something. Why? Can’t live without me?”

She’d never admit this, but she’s grateful that he’s okay with her shouting; she feels so goddamn angry these days, and he gives her somewhere to let it out.

“Taking care of something for two fucking hours?”

He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “So clingy. If you must know, my sis hurt her leg and I went to help her out.”

Sabitsuki sighs and lets go of him. She knows how much he cares for his sister— it’s one of the few things she likes about him.

Stepping back a little, she speaks, more calmly this time. “...Fine. Just try to be quicker next time! I thought something had happened to you!”

He gasps in mock surprise. “What’s this? Sabitsuki is worried about me? My fair lady Sabitsuki is worried?” He pretends to swoon. “Oh my, I think I might faint!”

She scowls. “Oh, shut the fuck up. I didn’t even want to think about it! The thought just wouldn’t leave my head, is all. Jesus.”

Smile shrugs nonchalantly, then leans forward toward her. “Well, if you need a distraction…” he grabs at the tie of her uniform and pulls hard, bringing her face mere millimetres away from his. He offers up his trademark grin. A complete loser wearing a winning smile. “...I think I have an idea.” Before he even stops speaking, he’s already closing the gap.

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

#.flow #dotflowweek23 #mostly written because the image of smile pulling sabi in by her tie to kiss her would not leave my mind until i wrote it #i have not written a ship fic in a While jesus #.flowtp #im the first person to post flowtp on tumblr in like a year

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bees-tornado · 1 year

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hello stranger! I will ask you some questions! 6, 9, 26, 32!

thank you for the numbers stranger I owe you my life

6. Which route is your favorite?

I’m very biased towards Verdant Wind, largely because it’s my first route, but also because Claude is there + the way it explores and uncovers the game’s lore + it has the best final battle IMO. I really really like Azure Moon’s story though so it’s a close second.

9. What is your favorite scene in the game (can be in the main story or a support convo)?

Okay because this question is sort of open-ended I’m gonna do main story AND support convo.

As for animated cutscenes, I have two favorites. One would have to be the VW final fight, I won’t describe what I like about it in great detail because there’s a certain someone I know who will probably be reading this and still needs to finish VW cough cough, but it’s just a really cool sequence and I just think Claude really gets to shine in it. Two would have to be the Blue Lions’ Flame Emperor reveal because. Yeah. Uh. Wow. That was really something. The laugh? The shot of the spear flying by Edelgard? The way it really showed Dimitri’s monstrous strength for the first time? Very good. I had been looking forward to seeing how Dimitri cracks in that route and it did not disappoint when I finally got there.

As for supports, I’m not sure if I can pick just one, but a moment that really stayed with me was a Sylvain line from his B Support with Annette:

“There's just one thing I want you to remember. Guys like me who hate hard work and sorta get by on our wits? It all falls apart eventually. I'm smart enough to know that. So I respect people like you. I mean it.”

It’s a line that really personally resonated with me, and that was probably around the time I realized how much I liked Sylvain as a character.

Some of my other favorite support chains include Bernadetta/Sylvain and Bernadetta/Yuri, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen some of these supports that I’m sure I’m forgetting a few.

(Okay, I’m gonna try to reel myself in with all the text from this point on, because if I don’t I’ll never finish answering this ask lmao)

26. Who is your overall favorite character?

I love both Bernadetta and Sylvain very much but if I had to choose my overall favorite (looks nervously at merchandise on wall/shelf/etc.), I would have to go with Bernie. She was actually the first student character besides the house leaders that I knew about before the game came out and I knew I would have to recruit her.

I’m not sure how well I can put it into words unless I write a whole essay about it (that might be its own post one day), but I see a lot of both my gf and myself in her, and there are a lot of things about her character that are just really charming.

She caught me a little off guard early in the game because she had a lot more going on than I expected, but just like Sylvain, I think there was one moment when Bernadetta really captured my heart, that being when she showed up at the graveyard in Chapter 10. Not only was she (iirc) the only person to explicitly leave flowers for Jeralt, but she left her room and went all the way across campus during exploration hours for the first time to do it. She has several moments like this, where she goes above and beyond on her own volition despite her anxiety. I dunno, I just think she’s neat.

32. What is your favorite post-timeskip character design or outfit?

I love so many of the post-timeskip character designs, but there are two characters in particular that really blew me away when I saw them for the first time after the timeskip.

First of all is Bernadetta, they just made her soooo pretty for no good reason. I love her hair, her bow, her earrings, her pauldrons, her outfit, her color scheme, and how they kept her silly little bicycle shorts. Rip to the hoodie, but she has this sort of yellow cloak-like piece with the clasp that sort of gives off the same vibe.

Second is Lorenz, they took away his haha funny academy haircut and made him downright majestic. I also love how the rose is incorporated into his armor.

Anyways THAT’S IT! I’M DONE

#thank you again for the ask #sorry this took such a long time it’s because it took me a long time #you can tell I’ve been writing this bit by bit over the course of like a week because my writing style changes so much lmao #fe3h spoilers #my asks

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fagexe · 1 year

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Just finished my first benadryl subreddit listen through and I got to be honest I'm kind of disappointed. The song is very _clean_ but it kind of goes around everywhere and doesn't feel _focused_. You know the thing all the guys have been saying in interviews where they each recognize when it's time to step back for the good of the song? I don't feel like they did that here. For example, I like the section around 1:25 where it simplifies, but as soon as the second guitar comes in at 1:45 it just totally loses me and feels kinda cluttered and unintentional again. And then 2:05 through tucker's solo and into the guitar part with anthony sounds good, but then they complicate it again with too much, It feels like no one was told no. I'm going to give it another proper listen through tonight, but so far it doesn't compare to their first single or anything on past lives for that matter. I'm sad about it cause I was really excited:/ I know bands shift and grow between albums and I even expected that (would have been surprised if they didn't come into their own a little bit more on the second album) but I don't know, it sounds off to me. Still holding out hope for the full album:) gotta give it a proper chance

p.s. It sorta reminds me of a “hip” song that would be made as a psa to play in schools to convince the kids to have self-confidence or not bully each other or something.

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Okay second listen through!

I fuck with the chorus way more than I did the first time through and i'm more ok with the opening. It all just sounds so 80s in a way I didn't expect and really caught me off guard. I will say I still think they're doing too much at points and I don't like anthony's lyrics at the beginning, they're just so cheesy psa. Going to leave it overnight and let it marinate :)

#you must felix your heart

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ratheread · 1 year

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Here's my entire sokeefe on-shot I'll post it to a03 soon.(I'm still trying to get my account sorted)

Sophie wasn't ready it just sorta happened. She also hadn't expected it either. It was midnight, Sophie had been tossing, and turning all night, no number of Silvany dreams could ease her restlessness. She was considering going to sleep out under Calla's pancakes tree. But then she heard her imparter ringing. Who was calling her this late? She wondered. Her heart started to beat faster, and her breath was caught in her throat once she saw the name Keefe flashing on the tiny screen."What do you want?" Sophie asked once Keefes picture popped up on the tiny screen. "And hello to you too, Foster." Keefe replied. Sophie just rolled her eyes. "Come out to Pancakes Tree." He said after a moment. "Why?" Sophie asked Keefe. "It's a surprise, Foster. Where would the fun be if I told you through this little screen." He said, smirking. "And don't go all pouty on mw either." Keefe told her. "I'm not. I'll be down in a few." She said. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his picture clicked off. She grabbed her cape and put it on, but she kept wondering why he wanted to talk to her so late at night. As she went to walk out her overprotective body guard, Sandor stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Where are you going?" He asked her. "On a walk." She told him,"This late at night? And I could have sworen I just heard another voice coming from your room a second ago." He said. Why was he being so difficult? Sophie asked herself. "Fine Keefe wanted to speak to me put under the pancakes tree." She told him after a moment. " I'm coming then." He told her." I wasn't trying to sneak out." She told him. He finally let her go even though he was trailing after her. As Sophie neared the tree, she saw him and felt butterflys erupt in her stomach. The soft moonlight was just bright enough to make out his features. His hair was sprinkled with petals. "What's up, Foster? Miss me." Keefe said, smirking. She just rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the new wave of butterflies that had just erupted in her stomach. "What did you want to tell me?" Sophie asked Keefe, looking up at him. "Ermm...." He trailed off although she thought she saw him blushing. He took a deep breath. "Sophie..." he started "I've liked you for a really long time but never told you because you liked fitz and I finally got that courage also if I didn't do it soon Ro was going to unleash some of her worse amoebas in me. It's fine if you dont like me back. " He bluted, turning beet red and avoiding Sophie's eyes. Sophie felt her face go nuclear. Sophie felt this was the perfect moment to tell him. "Oh, Keefe..." she said softly. He didn't look at her. "Keefe." Keefe finally looked back at Sophie. "I've liked you for a while too, but I've been so busy with everything and..." She finally told him. That let a whole new wave of butterflys erupt. Letting her voice trail off. "Is it okay...." He said but mumbled the rest of the sentence. "Is it okay if... I kiss you." She tried to say something, but the words were lost in her throat. So she just nodded instead. It was nothing like she had ever felt she could feel his lips against hers. It was over all to soon.

Tumblr has a block limit so there's another post on this fic

#kotlc fanfic #kotlc keefe #kotlc sophie #keefe sencen #sokeefe #sophie foster #Kotlc #Fanfic #My fanfic #keeper of the lost cities

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palajae · 2 years

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tomorrow, again | three.

PAIRING ▸ school president! jungwon x reader x outcast! niki

GENRE ▸ high school! au, love triangle!, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.5k

SUMMARY ▸ if you were told that two complete polar opposite guys from your school were eventually going to be fighting over you, you would have laughed it off. that is, until it really happens- but certainly not under the conditions you expect.

AKA jungwon is the peak definition of your school’s itboy and niki is just… there (if and when he actually shows up to school).

NOTES ▸ events/memories in the past are italicized. mentions of violence/like one fight lol?

masterlist. | previous. | given ending. | taken ending.

3 — LIGHTS SHINING.

contrary to your expectations, you think the school has mostly adjusted to seeing you with jungwon more, including your friends. you figure it was the amount of denying rumors and clearing up misunderstandings you had to do in order to get everyone off your back. it actually wasn’t your intention to walk along side him in the halls, but when you made eye contact with him and you couldn’t help but waving, jungwon made his way over.

“hey, pres.” he shoots you a nearly offended look and you can’t hide your smile.

“pres? since when did you call me that?

you nudge his side as you continue walking, “since never. would you rather me call you won again?”

“because i’m still your number one? he chokes out before muttering a “sorry,” and you burst out laughing. jungwon was still jungwon, and that fact alone comforted you more than words could convey.

peering at him, for one selfish moment, and taking all he’s accomplished, worked hard for to achieve, you can say with ease that you’re so proud. you’re so proud of the jungwon today, in the past, and certainly in the future.

perhaps that’s why walking and talking alongside him felt natural now, just like the old times. like those years apart had no more affect on you. but they were still there, and they still happened.

when you finally stop laughing, you say, “don’t you have class coming up?”

jungwon nods, but he scratches the back of his head suddenly, “yeah, but i had something to ask you…”

you notice immediately, tilting your head as you study this different version of jungwon. “i thought you were the confident and mighty jungwon in front of me, what happened?”

he coughs into his arm before looking at you sheepishly. “what is it?”

“that was just because you made me so nervous, so i kinda maybe sorta panicked and put on an act?”

“oh.”

you want to question why exactly he felt that way, but it never comes out your mouth. he takes a deep breath before looking at you, “anyways y/n, i was-“

and then his eyes fall on something behind you, so you turn before pausing in the middle of the hall. the sight of niki caught you off guard. the way his eyes flicker in recognition seeing you and jungwon together makes you feel almost… guilty.

his gaze lands on you two for a split second before he looks straight ahead, continuing to walk without stopping. you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

looking at jungwon, you watch him follow niki’s figure down the hall, fists clenched.

he doesn’t look exactly pleased, but not displeased either. jungwon breaks out of it, almost glowering.

“i don’t understand why you’re talking to him,” he mutters and you feel the tiniest amount of anger bloom in your stomach.

“and? i bet he could say the exact same thing about you,” you snap before relaxing slightly, your next words sounding more confused, hurt even. “what happened between you guys? why won’t you tell me anything?”

you already know niki has never talked about the situation or even acknowledged jungwon’s presence, but jungwon was different.

“what happened that made you two like this? where you act like strangers- refuse to even look at each other?” you plead but jungwon shakes his head.

a hand reaches out to land on his shoulder. “jungwon, please. i know you’re better than that,” you soften.

you saw when people brought up niki in front of jungwon during that time everyone thought you were cheating on him with niki (the thought is still so ridiculous you have to laugh) and he would tense before shrugging it off and quickly moving onto the next topic.

you could tell how hard he was trying to seem unaffected. you could see through it all.

he takes your hand off his shoulder and you ignore the twinge of hurt you feel. “sorry, i gotta go, y/n. see you later.” his voice is uncharacteristically quiet.

you stand in the hallway, unmoving.

“riki!” you call out, waving to him with jungwon by your side. he seems shocked at the sight of you guys.

“what are you doing here?”

niki notes the closeness between you and jungwon as you stand there and wave towards him, but he doesn’t say anything. jungwon grins, “we had an idea to go visit you since it’s been so long since you came to school.”

you nod in agreement, “we missed you, riki! now, won is the one who steals all my food.”

you give him a playful glare and jungwon simple shrugs, although the smile is still present on his face. riki laughs, but it feels a bit forced and you look at him in concern, “you good?”

he easily plays it off while looking at ground, “the dancing academy is really strict sometimes…”

you shake your head with a displeased look.

“don’t worry. we’ll come over and sneak you your favorite snacks whenever you want, alright?”

riki stops, looking up at you.

“oh, and don’t forget to get lots of sleep and drink lots of water. don’t overwork yourself!”

jungwon nods in agreement as riki looks away bashfully under your concerned gaze.

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after that day, the urge to confront niki grew immensely but you had a feeling it would go worse than how it did with jungwon.

because soon after, niki stole your earbuds one day and wouldn’t give them back, no matter how hard you tried. you follow him out of the classroom, groaning. it’s unfair how much he grew in the shortest amount of time, and probably still is growing.

“please, niki. i need them for my next class!”

niki snorts before giving you a smug grin. he offers the earbuds, dangling from his raised arm.

“sure, if you can reach it.”

“then i give up,” you cross your arms, practically pouting and niki lets out a genuine laugh at the sight of you. at that moment, it hits you- seeing him laugh so brightly, the joking glint in his eyes.

that’s the true nishimura riki.

you can only watch niki in half-awe and half-amusement before his smile fades, looking at you with confusion. before you can say anything, a strong grip wraps around your wrist. taken aback, you splutter as jungwon intervenes and basically drags you toward him and further away from niki.

he all but glares at niki, and you stare with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “sorry, but i need to talk to y/n. alone.”

the guy doesn’t even sound close to sorry. a hint of surprise shows on niki’s face before it fades and he spares you one last look before storming off.

you ignore the shocked passerbys, choosing to glare at jungwon instead.

“what are you doing? i know you have beef with niki but there was no need-“

he cuts you off by leading you to a more secluded area. the anger is evident in his actions- you’re pretty sure if you were in a cartoon, steam would have been pouring out of his ears by now.

“that favor. i never got to ask you for it,” his voice is blunt and straight to the point.

“okay?” you raise an eyebrow, “what is it?”

he claps his hands together, suddenly looking nervous. “i want you to attend my end of the year speech- the one next week.”

huh?

your nose crinkles and the corner of his mouth twitches at the sight. “but everyone in the school has to, so i’m gonna be there anyways-”

he shakes his head firmly, “i know, but i want you to sit in the front row.”

you open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off, “please. i need you there. please do it for me- the favor.”

your heart begins to thump unconsciously when he looks at you.

“okay, fine.”

you shush riki again, the two of you waiting in anticipation. the lights are off and you try your best to stay as still as possible.

“if you stay quiet then our plan won’t be ruined.”

riki sticks his tongue out at you and you roll your eyes at his childishness before a small smile appears on your face. as the air fills with silence, you glance at him.

“are you doing okay? it’s not been too hard for you at the academy, right?”

riki shakes his head, shy. “no. it’s been pretty fun. but not as fun with you and jungwon,” he quips and you stifle a laugh in order to stay quiet.

“and here i thought you were getting tired of us-“

riki hears a sound from outside and suddenly puts a hand over your mouth as your eyes widen.

“shh. i think he’s coming.”

realizing the compromised position you were currently in, your body grows warm from embarrassment. it doesn’t help when riki gives you a playful smile, “do you think jungwon will be really surprised?”

you hum, while glancing down at the cake in your lap. “i hope so. he said he didn’t want anything for his birthday but we both know that’s a lie…”

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the day planned for jungwon to give his end of the year speech as the executive president, you’re completely distracted. you spend the first half of the day in a daze, counting down the minutes until everyone is called down to the auditorium. a part of you desperately wants to know why jungwon asked for that particular favor.

even at lunch, you’re picking at your food and everyone knew lunch was your favorite period. it’s the only part of the day that you seemed truly happy.

“are you okay?” yuna eyes you curiously. you nod while patting down your pockets. you were that distracted you had no clue where your phone was.

“oh shoot, i think i left my phone in history.”

the class is empty, obviously because you expected everyone to be at lunch. but pretty soon you realize that it’s not.

a dark figure sleeping in one of the desks at the back.

of course, you think while pinching your nose bridge, of course he chose this class to sleep in.

you force yourself to find your phone and quietly leave, but curiosity gets the best of you and you silently approach niki.

you can’t take your eyes off his features. it’s strange, how innocent and childlike he looks in his sleep. it’s still the same face, those same eyes that once gleamed while holding the entire galaxy in them. you can only hope there’s still the same niki inside.

sometimes, you felt so disconnected from him because he was on such a different path from the rest of you guys. you were so proud of him and his talent- and you still are. without knowing it, you were rooting for him the entire time.

you don’t know how he’s still able to attend his dance academy and train for hours on end and still show up at school. you especially admired his mentality- for continuing on when it must’ve been really hard and when others said the most random crap behind his back.

you slip into the seat next to him, laying sideways on your arm to get comfortable and face him. if you thought you were tired as a high school student, you think he must be so exhausted from all his dancing and still he managed to get partially good grades at school.

you’re jealous of his talent, his hard work, his determination.

you’re not sure how long you watch him for, so you don’t realize when your eyes begin to flutter shut and you drift off. soon after, niki wakes up, having developed his own internal alarm to get up before the next period starts.

he’s startled to see you next to him, sleeping with a bit of drool. he laughs silently to himself, taking off his black jacket and putting it over your sleeping body.

niki wonders how you’ve been all this time, concerned at how dark your eye bags are.

he’s always watched you in school through the years- at least, the days that he came.

sitting at the back of the class had its perks.

it was the perfect view over everyone in the classroom- and that meant he could watch over you without you knowing.

niki gives himself one last glance at you before he leaves the class.

unknowingly, you wake up a few minutes later, shifting when you realize you’re alone and there’s a strange fabric over you.

who placed a black jacket on you?

you stiffen, could it be…?

you don’t want to assume, but it smells too much like niki and his house for you to think otherwise. you neatly fold it up and get ready for your next class.

when it’s time to go to the auditorium, you brace yourself and give your friends a lame excuse to leave for a front seat, albeit reluctantly. thankfully, they don’t question anything and let you go with a look that screams “you better explain later.”

you don’t like drawing attention to yourself and yet here you are sitting in the front row, all because of your (formerly failing) english grade.

the session precedes normally, and you clap when necessary- although the applause surrounding you is a little louder when the principal introduces the president himself, yang jungwon.

he walks up, and for the first time, you think he seems a little nervous in front of the whole school. his introduction goes smoothly and you try your hardest to ignore the swooning girls in the seats around and behind you.

suddenly you feel self-conscious, sitting in the front where most girls just wanted an “up close and personal” look at jungwon.

his eyes wander around the room and you wonder if he’s looking for- for you.

“i know this year has been a long one for all of us,” he pauses before his gaze lands on you for the first time and his eyes widen the tiniest amount. he looks away while continuing, replaced by a confident gaze as he speaks.

yet you still feel his eyes return to you every once in a while.

the crowd goes wild (as wild as a school meeting could get) when jungwon finishes, and you clap warily.

everyone moves slowly back to class, and you follow the crowd, somewhat disappointed in a way.

yeah, sure, jungwon’s speech was great (as you expected) but that was it? he used his favor for that? and he wasn’t even going to talk to you after?

well, you were wrong about the last bit. walking down the empty hallway to return to english class, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and turn around to see an embarrassed? looking jungwon.

“i didn’t expect you to actually sit in the front…”

you nod meekly, “yeah well, you asked.”

“uh, how was- i mean- was my speech alright?”

you almost laugh out loud. “what happened to the ever so popular jungwon?” you ask for the second time, smirking.

he seems almost flustered, kicking the floor with one foot, “i told you before that was a bluff…”

you laugh before nodding, “it was good. but,” jungwon glances at you, taking a step closer and you pause at the motion.

you hate your brain for thinking it but, if he took literally one more step… your face would collide into his body.

you try to collect yourself before jungwon‘s face hardens. puzzled, you turn around to see niki.

and he looked pissed.

you don’t get a single word as he grabs your arm and pulls you away from jungwon harshly. shocked, jungwon watches with a clenched jaw as you protest helplessly, actions futile as niki is stronger and drags you away before jungwon can do anything else.

when he takes you into an empty classroom, plenty far away from jungwon, you rip your hand away and stare at him- equally upset.

“what is wrong with you? the both of you guys? do you not have any sort of common courtesy, even for each other?”

he’s breathing heavily, eyes glaring as you stare, equally as ferocious, back at him. “so now you’re not going to answer? what gives you the right to be angry? why are you even ang-“

you freeze when you feel a quick yet rough (and not to mention warm) sensation press against your lips.

your body is frozen. did niki just-

did niki just kiss you?

a second, then two, then three pass as the only sound in the room is both of your heavy breaths mixing in the air. then niki abruptly stalks pass you, opening and then slamming the classroom door shut behind him. you’re left very stunned and unable to comprehend anything.

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you ignore all texts and calls, especially the ones from jungwon. he must be upset and confused as to why you left without a single word but you didn’t know what to say, what to do.

you don’t know why that night, you stay up replaying that one moment in your head- why you can’t focus at all in school the next day.

why did niki kiss you? why did he look so upset at you and jungwon?

what happened?

niki is nowhere to be found that morning, and you feel grateful for at least that because you wouldn’t know what to do if he was.

ryujin and wonyoung try their best to cheer you up but they had no clue what was going on, and you had no intention on telling them.

it’s obvious to even jungwon when he notices you ignore his wave in the hallway, looking like a zombie.

“what’s wrong y/n?” he sounds too concerned, and your head snaps up to him.

“huh? sorry, what did you say?” jungwon puts his two hands on your shoulders and you still can’t find it in you to react as you probably would’ve on a normal day.

“i said,” he stares with those dark orbs of his, “what’s going on? you’re obviously not okay.”

you shake your head and he sighs. “was it because of what i asked you to do yesterday? or those girls that kept bothering you?”

you’re quick to say no, but jungwon seems so invested that you give up. he shakes his head, tapping his foot on the ground, “i told rina that i rejected her three times already, i don’t get why she’s still bothering you.”

that causes a small smile to appear on your face, and jungwon brightens up at that. “three times,” you snort and he laughs, happy to see you looking a little better.

you know what he’s doing, what he constantly did to make you cheer up. he always knew and you always appreciated it. “thanks, won. i needed that.”

jungwon really was the breath of fresh air you needed some days and you hope he knows it. he looks around before leaning in to whisper in your ear, and you shiver at the sensation, “don’t tell anyone this but maeumi fell in the toilet yesterday.”

a loud cackle escapes you and jungwon looks a little too proud at the reaction he caused. you think you’re legit about to cry of laughter but it quickly fades when you spot a certain person enter through the front doors of the school building.

and jungwon catches it too.

he sees how fast your pretty smile leaves your face and he follows your line of sight to exactly who he secretly suspected. he frowns, unable to just stay there as you fall silent again.

jungwon starts off, and you watch, puzzled as he walks in the same very direction you were avoiding.

niki also stiffens the moment he saw you with jungwon, and he can only stand there as said person approaches him.

“what did you do to y/n?” there’s an hidden emotion in jungwon’s voice, his body.

niki scoffs, “why do you care? are you two dating?”

“why does it matter to you?” jungwon shoots back. “you’re obviously making them uncomfortable.”

niki can’t stand it anymore, so he turns away but jungwon won’t let him. he grabs niki’s shoulder to stop him and finally niki shoves him away.

you have no clue who was on who after that but-

after years of friendship, turned to fighting and yelling, to shooting the other hateful glares in the hall, to pretending the other didn’t even exist-

you’re utterly frozen when you see niki punch jungwon, a mess of limbs entangling as they wrestle on the ground. a grunt of pain that escapes from one of the boys in the midst of chaos knocks some sense into you.

you rush over, grabbing onto any kind of fabric you can manage and eventually help jungwon off niki, pushing him away.

you finally break.

“are you crazy?!” this is the most furious you’ve ever been at niki, at either of them.

“are you trying to get expelled? from a school you barely even attend?” the fire in your eyes leaves both guys speechless.

“and you!” you whip to jungwon, “is this what a president would do to a fellow student? seriously, staring a fight? this isn’t something you do jungwon,” your voice cracks, echoing through the hallway.

“not you either, niki,” your eyes turn glassy as you look away, “i know this isn’t you two. i... i can’t do it anymore,”

and you take your leave, wiping a stray tear just as the rest of the students come upon the commotion.

you proudly display the three candy necklaces you made in class, while riki complains off to the side.

“it’s your fault you ate all your candy,” you state sternly and jungwon snickers. still, you put one around your neck while offering one out to jungwon and the other to riki.

“here,” you smile at both of them. you’re too distracted fiddling with your own necklace to see the matching shy expression on both their faces.

you look at them expectantly. “how is it?”

jungwon is the first to react, humbly thanking you. then riki asks, “but why’d you make one for all of us?”

both boys look at you inquisitively, riki somehow already sucking on your gifted necklace. you smile, “because we’re friends. aren’t we?”

they pause before nodding at the same time.

“of course. we’ll always be friends.”

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your phone blows up that night, most messages from your friends in your group chat. you contemplate keeping everything a secret, like you have been keeping a lot of secrets for a while. for years, having to move on and pretending that’s everything okay.

but you’re sick of it.

besides, you know your friends would at least hear you out, no matter how long or crazy it sounded. you take a deep breath, ready to let it spill.

riki and jungwon were your best friends.

yeah, they were- past tense. they had been since the day you met riki in kindergarten and easily grew close to him. riki already knew jungwon even though he was a year older, and by extension you became friends with him too.

it was always you three, inseparable.

at least until junior high when riki got accepted into a dance academy. he always had that gifted talent, and you and jungwon were happy for him- his number one cheerleaders. but eventually riki’s training started taking up a good portion of his time, and he began missing more and more school for it.

you and jungwon both understood, but his absence was greatly felt. and it wasn’t okay until it was, because you still had jungwon to keep you company. or at least, you thought.

at some point, you noticed riki started acting strange around you and jungwon.

you figured it was because he was tired from his training, but you soon realized it was more than that.

even worse, jungwon then started drifting from you too. to the point that one day, it was evident something had happened between them.

both boys still sat with you at lunch, but refused to look at each other and talk to each other. you were so confused and upset when they didn’t answer your questions.

why were they pushing each other away- pushing you away?

only later that day did you hear the gossip.

riki and jungwon fought over some dumb rumors from the week earlier. you barely batted an eye at those because you already knew it was dumb, made up lies.

one rumor was that jungwon had a crush on someone. the other was even more shocking- that you were upset over jungwon having a crush on someone else.

no way they got in a fight over a silly thing like that?

but the fact that jungwon wouldn’t even talk to you and riki just yelled at you to go away made you feel helpless. no one was telling you anything and you felt stuck in the middle. you couldn’t go to one of them without the other misunderstanding.

over the next couple of weeks, jungwon would only look you in the eye for a second before looking away and riki didn’t even show up.

maybe they were expecting you to drift to one of them, taking their side against the other.

but you would never do that.

and so you felt your friendship crumbling in pieces as no one made any effort to do anything. you just ended up drifting apart without any answers on your behalf.

you hate how stubborn the three of you were (and still are). how riki refused to reach out to you and avoided any confrontation. how jungwon wouldn’t give you any answers, acting even more immature than riki at times.

how you thought things would fix themselves and everything would be okay again when it wasn’t, and it wouldn’t be for a long while.

soon enough jungwon went to high school, effectively sealing the distance between you two since you couldn’t see him everyday at school anymore. riki disappeared more each and every day, probably using his dance academy as a place of escape.

you were alone at school, forced to make new friends when you just wanted your riki and jungwon back. the fall out soon blew over and people moved on, forgetting the once trio of you, jungwon, and riki.

soon enough, you were all strangers to each other.

you learned riki became niki and started wearing all black clothes without a single smile on his face, when he used to be the brightest part of your day. add onto that everyone suddenly calling him a drug dealer for looking like that and skipping so much school when you knew he was just a boy chasing his dreams. all while jungwon was thriving with his new popularity and new friends while looking happier than ever, seemingly completely fine without you and never giving you or riki a single glance back.

and finally there was you, holding on and trying your best everyday.

you kept those haunted memories locked up in your past, accepting it as just things that happen in life. in other words, it became easier to pretend.

you accepted it was just life happening to you. you accepted it and moved on, until it all came crashing back.

and man did it hurt.

a/n ▸ i hope i dont break hearts eidjekjej but the ending is very soon and im v curious of who ppl think/want the reader to end up with ;)

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AgentSharon x ArtifacTthief! femreader where the reader is sorta like catwoman and steals artefacts from a muesem. For a while now, Sharon has been trying to catch her, but the reader is still a good fighter. Right now, she tries to dodge Sharon by innocently flirting, but becomes VERY flustered when sharon actually flirts back by whispering something dirty, causing sharon to get the upper hand and pin her to the ground and cuff her to take her back to shield. Just a lotta tension bc Sharon> ;)

Hell Of A Story

Requested Agent!Sharon x ArtifactThief!Reader

A/N: I don’t know if this is what you want but I hope you like it. Also request are open for SA and if you have an idea you’d like me to bring to life 😊 happy reading.

Words: 1010

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Flirting?, Fighting?, Suggestive Talk

Summary: Read the request box above

3rd Person POV

Sharon was that agent that never missed a single target. Everyone who knew her looked up to her in some way. She may not have been as high a statice as Agent Hill, Agent Barton, or anyone that high, but if anything could be said, it’s that she’s one of the best. So imagine everyone’s surprise when Y/N came around and destroyed her perfect record. To say Sharon was upset would be the understatement of the year.

The day Sharon met Y/N, she was caught totally off guard. Usually, the people she would butt heads with would either be strong but dumb or smart but weak. The strong but dumb she could handle, smart but weak, were a bit more tricky, but she knows how someone like that thinks. When it came to you, she thought you were smart but weak.

You had everything planned out, from your most minor step to your most significant act. So she was right to assume you’re smart because you are. Sharon just didn’t anticipate that you’d be strong as well. Any move Sharon tried to make Y/N had a counter for. Y/N always seemed to be one step ahead of her, and Sharon hated that. The seemingly best and worst part about this situation is that for her to get the promotion she’s been wanting, she has to catch Y/N.

Sharon thought she’d never get her until Y/N made a mistake. First, Y/N made it abundantly clear that she is attracted to women. She usually wouldn’t care about sexual preference, but Y/N has also made many flirty remarks toward her. So Sharon just wondered what would happen if she flirted right back.

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Sharon was currently watching for any and all information that may trace to where Y/N is currently. Going through even the smallest slip-ups. Sharon never got a single one, but that was expected with Y/N. She learned that the only time Y/N would slip up is when she wanted to be found.

The slip-ups would always be small so that nobody would notice. But, despite that, Y/N knew Sharon would know it was her. So when there was a ‘false alarm’ at a museum that just so happened to hold Ankh, a priceless Egyptian artifact. Sharon knew Y/N had a knack for stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts, so it wasn’t hard for her to put two and two together.

As soon as Sharon got her lead, she put together a team. Sharon explained that she wanted people at every possible exit on the way there. With everyone at the exits, she didn’t want anyone in the same room as her and Y/N when they would go head to head. Usually, even with all the repercussions she put in place, you would always manage to get away, so she was extra cautious.

When Sharon found Y/N, she was in a corner leaning against the wall with the Ankh in hand. Y/N takes what looks like a stopwatch out of her pocket and presses a button. “Six minutes and twenty-seven seconds. My goodness, Sharon, are you okay? That’s almost a full minute longer than last time.” Y/N says in a taunting voice with a smirk on her face.

Y/N puts the stopwatch and Ankh in her pocket and makes her way closer to Sharon. “Sorry about that. I wanted to look my best when I finally brought you in.” Y/N lets out an amused laugh. “Aww, that’s so cute. Do you actually think you’ll be able to bring me in? You must have something up your sleeve. Care to share.” Y/N started to move around Sharon.

“I could tell you, but what’s the fun in that?” Sharon keeps her eyes on Y/N as Y/N moves around the room. Y/N is the first to make a move throwing a punch at Sharon’s face. Sharon easily dodged and moved to the to catch Y/N’s hand, flipping her over her shoulder. Y/N kept her grip on Sharon’s hand and spun on her back so she was facing her. Y/N pulled her forward and kicked her in the stomach when she lost her footing and tumbled forward.

Y/N and Sharon flipped themselves back onto their feet and charged at each other. Sharon blocked a punch Y/N through and placed a foot behind Y/N’s causing her to stumble. Sharon put Y/N on her back and pinned her. “You know if you wanted me on my back for you I would have complied.” With a smirk Y/N pivots so she on her stomach and elbows Sharon in the face. Sharon is knocked to the side and her lip starts bleeding.

Y/N stands up as quick as she can and looks at Sharon with her head tilted. “But as much as I like being under you I could go with being on top from time to time.” Sharon wiped her head toward Y/N and sweep kicked her. Before Y/N landed on her back she did a backflip landing back on her feet. Sharon went for a kick to Y/N side. “If you ever want to end up in bed with me you’ll learn to stay on your knees.” Y/N was shocked and faltered for a second. But that second was long enough to give Sharon the upper hand.

Sharon grabbed her and flipped Y/N on her stomach bringing her hands together. Sharon put Y/N in cuffs. “See, much better when you’re beneath me.” When Sharon took a look at Y/N’s face it was bright red from blushing. “Don’t worry once you tell us everything we want to know, we can have as much fun as we want.” With a smirk Sharon brought Y/N to her feet and walked out of the museum. This is gonna be one hell of a story they tell their kids in the future.

#sharon carter x reader #sharon carter x y/n #sharon carter x you #sharon carter fluff #sharon carter #the falcon and the winter soldier #artifact theft

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Old Friend | 17|? | DEAN AMBROSE

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Hope you all enjoy this 😊 and I'm sorry for not posting regularly but I had so much going on. Gonna really make an effort to be active again for real this time

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Okay so first... sorry that it's taken so long! A lots been going on but I'm gonna try my hardest to be active like I used to...

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Hurrying out of the Anoaʻi house, I was at my car that sat in the drive way in no time. Tears continuing to make their way down my face.

I couldn't believe Joe, the man I had come to know and love as a big brother would do this to me.

Letting Colby know where I was, or had been staying.

And worse bringing him here.

After knowing what he had done almost a month ago.

Kissing his fellow WWE superstar, Becky Lynch at some concert they were at.

I mean if you're going to cheat at least do it behind closed doors when you know you're a famous figure and find are quick to pull out phones just to get a picture and post it to every social media platform imaginable, making the woman you're mentioning in interviews, taking around family and friends at events, posting on the same social media sites, the woman you're supposedly I'm love with, look like a goddamn fool.

"Fucking jerk..." I mumbled, through tears, picking up my phone to dial the number of the one person who I knew would at least side with me.

The one that wouldn't try to play peace maker.

Like don't get me wrong I know Joe had or has only good intentions but still...

Just send a quick text or something so I could've prepared myself to face the man who's calls and texts I've been ignoring.

Purposely.

"Jon..?" I chocked out, upon hearing the sound of the man on the other line pick up his phone.

"Y|N|N..?" I heard Jon ask, his voice already filled with worry. "What's wrong? It's nothing with the baby is it?" He continued, throwing a couple more questions at me.

I shook my head, momentarily forgetting I was on the phone and he couldn't see before answering with a sniff. "N-no," I finally stuttered out. "Colby just showed up here with Joe. And I wasn't ready to see him because it's so hard to see him and not picture him with his lips on the red headed bi-"

"Y|N," Jon said stopping me before I could get my curse word out. "Have you stopped to think that maybe Joe thought that he was doing the best thing for you and your relationship with..." Jon stopped for a second or two before letting out a, "him," that was filled with the disgust he's been feeling for Colby since we found out that Colby indeed did the very thing Jon had tried to warn me he would do.

Well no its actually the disgust he's had from the start of my relationship with Colby.

I'm pretty sure it went all the way back to when Renee introduced me to the father of my child.

I wasn't necessarily with him or in view of his face to see his reaction but judging by how he was when he saw Colby at my old house a week later, I'm positive it wasn't good.

I frowned, just now noticing my tears had finally stopped rolling down my face. "That's not what I was expecting to hear." I replied with a huff. "Well it kinda was," I shrugged. "Because we both know Joe and there is nothing but good intentions with that man, but still..."

"But still what?" My best guy friend Jon, questioned, and even though we were on the phone, I could sense he had that annoying, but sorta adorable smirk that showed his dimples just a bit, on his face finding it amusing that he'd caught me off guard with his words. "You thought I'd agree and jump at the opportunity to talk shit about them?"

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Not them, Jon." I mumbled feeling the need to remind him this call was only to bash one person.

The person that hurt me after promising me that was the very way he would never hurt me.

"Just him." I again spoke up, leaning back in the driver's seat of my car.

Jonathan sighed, "Trust me, with how I feel towards Colby for what he did to you, I also think it's time you talked to him so you can get out what you need and decide where it is you want to stand with your relationship with him." I heard say, unable to believe that I was talking to Jon.

My Jon.

Or is this my Jon?

I'm so confused...

"Where is my Jonathan?" I gasped, trying to fight the urge to laugh at my own dramatic outburst.

"Right here, Y|N." My friend replied, not bothering to hold in his chuckle before getting serious a few seconds later, throwing wisdom my way. "But you and him are having a baby, going to be parents, and as a soon to be dad myself, I think, well, know that if it was me and Renee in you and Colby's position I'd want someone to be a true friend to me and tell me where my girl was and that's what Joe understood as already being a dad."

My eyes widen, as I practically ignored all but one part of Jon's speech.

He's gonna be a dad?!

"You're gonna be a dad?" I squealed out, every bit of my sadness now washed completely away now.

Okay, so maybe not all of it, but still...

Hearing Jon's news definitely cheered me up.

"Renee's pregnant? How far along is she? Why didn't she tell me?" I wondered out loud to my friend, throwing question after question, after question at him. "Oh my gosh."

"Yeah, two months," Jon spoke up, happiness in his voice. "But don't call her or anything. We haven't told anyone yet, except family, and even though you're basically family to us, she thought it'd be best to wait until you weren't going through a rough patch with Colby before-"

I frowned, shaking my head. "You guys didn't have to keep that hidden for my sake. I could be sad for myself and happy for you and Renee at the same time." I giggled, adding a quick, "congratulations," to him before leaning back in the seat of my car, rubbing my growing bump that was starting to show through my clothes if they were fitted.

For a few more minutes me and Jon continued our talk, as I joked with him how me moving to another state seemed to be the one of the best things that could happen to their relationship as of late.

How our first borns are gonna be close in age, and grow up to be the best of friends.

I basically got so caught up in talking with Jon that I lost track of time and forgot why I was even sitting in my car in the first place.

I really needed this

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Colby stood up for like the forth or fifth time beginning to pace again.

It's been almost an hour and she still hasn't come back in

"I should go and see if she's okay." He spoke up, placing the beer he was swirling around in his hand, unable to enjoy it, down on the island in Joe and Galina's kitchen. "She may be in trouble or something." Colby added, exaggerating.

"I think she just doesn't want to see your cheating face." His friend, Galina said, her voice just a whisper but still loud enough for Colby and her husband Joe to hear.

"Seriously?" Colby asked, starting to get frustrated at not just Galina's words but the fact that his girl was avoiding him by staying out in her car. "Did you not hear anything I said when trying to tell you what actually went on with me and Becky?"

Joe's wife simply crossed her arms in a careless manner. "You did but it's still not a reason to do what you did." She replied, taking up for the mother of Colby's unborn child. "And you shouldn't have done that to her regardless of what the situation was."

As much as Colby hated having to defend himself to her, he, at the same time loved that she was willing to stand up for Y|N.

He found solace in the fact that the friends he'd known for over ten years, who were like family to him, was also like family for his better half.

And was ready to defend her when she wasn't around to defend herself.

"I know, and-" Just as Colby was about to respond a then silent Joe finally spoke up, muting both Colby and Galina for a moment.

"I'll go see how she's doing." He said, picking up an unopened package of oreos. "She's probably pissed about what I did too, so I'll go apologize to Y|N|N and then maybe see if I can get her to come in and talk to you."

Colby nodded, before raising an eyebrow. "And you need oreos to do that?"

"Dude," Joe began, giving Colby a look. "Have you never heard of a peace offering?" He asked before walking out of the house, not waiting for a answer.

But just when he got outside, and laid eyes on Y|N's car, he could see the driver side door open, and her getting out.

"Damn, Y|N," he said with a groan of some sort. "I was just coming to lure you out with some oreos." He said, his face forming a childish pout.

He saw Y|N shake her head, giving him a playful hit on his arm after she reached him. "No milk?"

"I knew I forgot something," Joe replied, face palming himself. "I was so worried about coming out her to find you and apologize that I forgot the milk. Stupid, stupid me."

"Aw, you're not stupid..." Y|N replied, trying to keep from laughing. "An oreo peace offering is still good even without the milk." She added, holding out her hand to Joe. "Now gimmie."

Joe smiled, sighing in relief to himself as he placed a few cookies in Y|N's palm, grabbing a couple for himself before placing the package down on the hood of her car as they both leaned up against it. "So we're good?" He asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

"We were never not good, Joseph." Y|N smiled back, leaning over and swiping the package of oreos. "You don't need anymore of thes."

"Oh, and you do?" Joe, chuckled, getting a nod from Y|N.

"I'm pregnant so, yeah." She replied with a giggle.

Joe chuckled. "Pregnancy looks good on you." He replied, seeing Y|N try to hide the redness that was starting to show on her face, before saying a quick "thank you."

Both of them soon let a silence take over before Joe cleared his throat, gaining a side eye from Y|N.

"You didn't just come out here so we could share oreos did you?" She questioned, now looking down and playing with her fingers.

Joe shook his head. "I really came out to apologize for brin-"

"For bringing my ex boyfriend here..." She mumbled, causing Joe to stand up from the relaxed, leaned back position against the car he was previously in.

"Ex? You decided on breaking up?" He asked, feeling worse than before that he had brought Colby here.

Y|N shrugged, as he waited for her to say something. "No..." She trailed off, looking down to fumble with her nails. "I just wanted to see how it felt to call him that."

"And?" Joe pressed on.

"I hated it." Y|N said with a sigh. "Even after what he did, me not having any contact with him for almost a month, practically crying myself to sleep over him, and not seeing him..." She paused to bite her lip. "I still love him. And I hate that too."

Joe nodded, holding out his hand for Y|N to take it. "I get it, but he told me what happened between him and Becky and I think you should let him try and explain it to you so you can see things a bit clearer to make the right decision for you."

"And if I want to after, I can dump him?" He heard Y|N ask with a playful smirk on her face.

"Hell yeah." Joe immediately responded with a laugh, grabbing Y|N and pulling her in to a side hug as they both started to walk back to the house.

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Okay, Y|N it's time

Time to face the man you've been avoiding, that is...

"I'll take Galina with me to go pick up the kids from my mom's so you and him can have the house to yourselves." Joe whispered to me, seconds before we both walked into the house.

I nodded, swallowing hard.

Me and Colby was about to be alone together for the first time since he'd left for the live events and house shows he was scheduled for, that week, which was also a couple days before i had found out about him and Becky.

Ugh!

Why couldn't you have told me a few minutes ago that you was planning on leaving me alone with him, Joe? I mentally questioned him.

I would've literally begged him to stay.

The second me and Joe entered the house, both of our significant others, well Joe's significant other and the man who stepped all over my heart, came rushing out of the kitchen, my eyes immediately locking on Colby.

It was weird, no matter what I felt for him, and it wasn't anything good at the moment, I couldn't help but think of how much I had missed those beautiful brown eyes of his.

It's just, right now they looked like they held nothing but sadness.

They didn't shine as bright as they usually do.

Was that because of me?

Was he also broken over this whole thing?

"Hmm..?" I questioned, my words barely audible as I looked at Galina.

I had completely blocked out anything that was being said, as my attention was only focused on Colby.

"I said, don't let that idiot get you too upset." She repeated, shooting a glare at Colby.

Nodding my head, I tried to fight back a laugh, but failed as I replied with a quick, "yes ma'am," making Galina join in on the laughing as we gave each other a hug.

"I mean it though Y|N." She spoke up again, as we pulled away to leave out the door with her husband.

She is such a mama bear

"I'm pretty sure she hates me with a passion right now." I heard Colby say, once we were finally alone in the house.

You can't blame her

After noticing my silence, he began walking over to where I was standing, stopping by the couch and motioning for us to have a seat, which I eventually did after a few seconds.

"Okay, so um..." I heard him speak up again, scratching af the back of his head, like I've noticed he would always do when he was nervous to say something. "First off, Y|N," he paused and reluctantly reached out to grab my hand. "I'm sorry and I miss you Y|N|N."

I missed you too, Colby, I mentally confessed to him unable to bring myself to say the words out loud.

Not this second, at least.

Colby eventually let go of my hand and sighed, his head hanging low, before he brought it back up, looking at me once again. "I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did Y|N..." He said again as his words sorta trailed of, like he was trying to figure out what to say next and believe me when I say, I wish he didn't say what he eventually did.

"I just wish you had found out about me and Becky from me, and not from the internet."

Oh god

So it is something between him and her...

Is that why he hasn't called me babe or baby like he mostly always have done?

Is he about to confess his love for her to me?

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

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roniscloud · 3 years

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psh - love affair

park sunghoon [f. 8516 words] love affair

so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

maybe it’s just all in my head, so

don’t overthink, this is love

maybe it’s just a crush

baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?

genre + tropes : fluff. comedy. the slightest angst. childhoodbestfriends!au. enemiestolovers!au. college!au. fakedating!au.

warnings: fem reader. a little swearing. slightly suggestive themes, sorta. a few cliches. mentions of underage drinking. the american collegiate school calendar. does them geeking out over fantasy/sci-fi sagas need a warning? unknown mutual pining. they’re so helplessly clueless of their feelings. also appearances of the rest of enha plus txt.

i. prologue

if someone told you that you would reconnect with your childhood best friend—let alone date him, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. park sunghoon is bad news. well, at least to you he is. one of the infamous campus playboys, you can spot him around the quad flirting with a different girl practically every day.

but to you, he couldn’t have been anymore unlike the sunghoon you grew up with. you grew up with the sunghoon who couldn’t stand being around others, mind always focused on his own interests. you knew him as the little shy boy who would hide behind his mom whenever new people came around. the first person he opened up to was you. you can blame your mom for that. you can vaguely remember her words, something along the lines of mrs. park and i have been friends for longer than you have been alive. when we found out we were both expecting, we knew you two were destined to be besties.

she was right. everyone thought you were two peas in a pod. wherever one of you went, the other followed. always stuck together, like true partners in crime. your close bond stuck for years. if anyone needed you, you’d most likely be found in the seats of sunghoon’s ice skating practices and competitions, cheering him on and being obnoxiously loud. likewise, he always attended your showcases, spending hours complimenting your artwork.

but then the villain of everyone’s lifetime eventually appeared. puberty.

alas, your friendship did what anyone could predict of a couple of preteens entering high school. the usual “no matter what we’re gonna stick together!” leading to “sorry for blowing you off, got really busy,” to the imminent “what happened to us? we used to be so close,” and eventually the end of it all. senior year, the two of you attempted to leave on a good note. by that, you mean your parents made both of you apply to the same colleges to have a chance at sticking together. well, it worked, you got into the same university. funny how the universe does things.

back to present day, you’re now in your second year at hybe university. let’s just say, sunghoon isn’t the only one who went through a personality change. sunghoon traded his late night practices on the ice to one-night stands at frat parties. you, on the other hand, traded your once outgoing and fun-loving persona for a more… cold grunge meets artsy introvert. overall, let’s just say you both have reputations for not being the most approachable people. well at least you still have one thing in common.

ii. the cafe

the busy campus cafe was roaring with study groups filling every table. the aroma of fresh coffee and tea being brewed filling the air, creating a warm atmosphere—contrast to the cold winter weather just outside the walls. the college students scattered around, just like their minds scattered as they prepare for finals. not immune to the dreaded time of year, a group of four boys enter, immediately grabbing the attention of those already nestled inside.

a quick roll call of the four known by the student body as en-4, a combination of the dance crew name enhypen and the notorious f4. lee heeseung—the campus heartthrob, captain of the dance crew, center of the basketball team, and an unknown hopeless romantic. park jongseong, although everyone calls him jay—the resident bad boy and party animal, but those close to him know that he’s actually the responsible one. sim jaeyun, otherwise referred to as jake—the friendly and flirty frat boy who you can catch playing soccer in the quad almost every day. finally, park sunghoon—the handsome heartbreaker. he doesn’t need more of an introduction.

the four of them make their way to the counter, placing their orders. of course jake doesn’t miss his chance to sound extra sweet and send a quick wink to the barista, getting elbowed by heeseung in the process. after getting their drinks, they look around to see almost no where to sit. not a single table to fit all of them was available.

in one of the tucked away areas, sunghoon spots an empty seat at a smaller table. the only catch was there was someone sitting across from it, hunched forward over her laptop. he can’t see much of her figure but he immediately recognizes her features. it’s you. well, a more mature and grown up you, but he couldn’t forget that face for the life of him.

sunghoon’s feet drag himself across the crowded room, catching the attention from the neighboring groups he passed but sneaking away quiet enough to not alarm his own friends. the three are too caught up arguing about what to do. sunghoon can hear the faint voice of jay suggesting going somewhere else while the other two shoot him down as he walks further away. he makes his way all the way up to your side. you look up, scanning him, confused but unamused. “this seat taken?” the first words he said in a year and half to you. still not not giving him any emotion, you hesitantly shake your head once, immediately bringing your focus back to your essay.

ignoring him only works for so long, his gaze not leaving the top of your head. you can feel his stare piercing into you, finally meeting his eyes. “what’s your deal?” the irritation and bluntness in your tone is all too evident.

he shrugs and answers nonchalantly, “nothing, just go along with it.” his answer is hushed, almost as if he’s a bit embarrassed.

“what are you trying to pull here, park?”

“can i not just sit here and peacefully drink my latte? am i that disturbing to you?”

“considering that the second you started walking in this direction, everyone had their eyes on us, then yes, you are that disturbing.”

“they’re not looking at us.” he pauses before continuing with his rant, “they’re looking at you.”

“and why the hell do you think that is?”

“they’re all trying to figure out what could possibly be so interesting about you that i would choose this seat.” he says it like it’s the most obvious answer.

you scoff and turn to see the lingering stares of the others in the cafe. “well, if it isn’t the god park sunghoon being as humble as ever, gracing me with his presence and having mercy on a peasant like me.” the sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom.

he smiles warmly at your animosity and chuckles. “i’ve always loved your sense of humor.”

“funny cause i’ve always despised yours. i’m gonna ask one more time. what do you want, park?”

he only shrugs. hesitating before responding again, “i like it here. i like talking to you. it’s familiar… comfortable.” he sees your expression change subtly. it’s only for a second before you regain the prior look. he tries to read you. he caught you off guard and his pride brings a smirk to his face.

by now, he finally tunes back into the situation around him and can feel his phone going off in his jean pocket. he pulls out the phone to see dozens of notifications, quickly stealing a glance back up at you to see that you’re already back to typing away on the previously forgotten assignment. he laughs as he sees the boys blowing up their group chat asking what he was doing. he looks up, finding the three sitting at a cramped booth with shock and confusion written all over them.

“enjoying the attention?” your turn to break the silence. when he turns back to you, you continue, “you’re no stranger to it but you’ve always loved it.” he gives you a slow nod, turning the question back to you. you answer him, “you know that it’s not my forte.”

“and why is that? scared people will get to know the real you?”

“oh please, like you aren’t afraid of me exposing all the dirt i have on you. imagine the buzz i could create with all of your old baby pics.”

he jolts up from his relaxed position, eyebrows raised, and completely on edge, “you wouldn’t dare.”

you lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in your palm, and chuckle, “try me.” the words leaving your mouth quickly and a smile immediately replacing it.

“you’re finally smiling at me. good to know you still have emotions.” he gets you to laugh again. you spend the next 20 minutes catching up. looks like you two kept more in common than you thought. things run smoothly between the two of you, some of your old memories and inside jokes being brought up. “why didn’t this happen sooner?”

“what, us talking? i mean, you and i stopped running in the same crowd and school got the best of us. i will admit, though, freshman year sucked without you.”

he sighs when he hears your admission. “how about this? a proposition. i’m sure you’re aware that i don’t have the best reputation.”

you cut him off, “you can say that again.”

“haha, very funny,” he throws in another sarcastic comment. “you know you’re not exactly the most approachable either. hate to be the one to break it to you but you’re pretty intimidating.” he notices the expression on your face turned into one of annoyance at his last statement, “don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

you dismiss the slight jab, telling him to continue. what you don’t expect is the next four words to come out of his mouth. “go out with me.” he sees your face drop, “oh come on, stop looking at me like that.”

“so i see, a little bit of time without me and you go insane.”

“look, i don’t mean actually date me, i mean… pretend to.”

again, you stare at him like he grew another head. “you want me to fake-date you? what are we, in a k-drama now? sorry hoon, you’re attractive but i would’ve preferred hwang in-youp or song kang.”

now he’s a bit annoyed, answering cockily, “i am so much better looking than them.”

“you wish.”

his jaw drops for a few seconds and then he chuckles. “i’m serious, think about it. we go out and spend time with each other like old times. i don’t look like i’m so incapable of being in a committed relationship and you don’t look like such a loner. no offense.”

“offense taken… but i see your point.”

“see, look at you using that smart brain of yours. this would be no strings attached. just two friends helping each other out while simultaneously deceiving everyone else. i know how much you love tricking others.”

you sit quietly, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “deal.”

iii. bro code

a few days later, sunghoon sits in his shared apartment with the boys, slumped on the couch as they eat dinner. “why are you guys so against it? i thought you wanted to see me in a relationship and now that i’m in one, you guys don’t approve. make it make sense. i should be free to date whoever i want.”

“yeah dude,” pausing to take a bite of his burger, “we get that.” jay answers, seeing how defensive his friend is getting.

jake interejects, “we respect your choices, but like… her? of all the girls that are falling at your feet, you chose her? the one that has no interest in you at all? i know you’re powerful but i don’t get how you managed to pull that off.”

“i feel like you could’ve consulted us about it first. bro code, man.” heeseung says as he shrugs his shoulders and sips on his soda.

“that’s kinda why i like her, because she isn’t all over me like the others. she’s cute and fun to hang out with. just give her a chance. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? we go out and it doesn’t work. no harm in trying….”

that seems to do the trick as the boys lay off from the topic, going back to their own dinners and watching the latest episode of the penthouse.

later that night, sunghoon leaves their dorm to meet up with you. you agreed earlier that if you needed to meet up and talk that you’d go to the art department. perks of being an art major allows you a studio to spend your time in, secluded from the outside world. in this case, you and sunghoon don’t have to worry about nosy roommates.

when he arrives, he makes sure to take the back entrance like you mentioned. he makes his way through the deserted halls, glancing at each room he passes, and taking note of the various pieces framed along the corridor walls. he gets to the end of the building, finding a studio decorated with your name on the door. he silently enters. you don’t notice him at first with your back against the entrance and the music playing too loud through your airpods, focused on molding the clay on the pottery wheel. he grabs an empty stool, propping it beside you and taking a seat. he takes off one of your airpods, putting it in his own ear.

you finally turn your head towards him, “how long ago did you get here?”

“just now. how long were you waiting?”

you sit up, facing his direction. “i had a couple of classes today and came here to finish some stuff, been here for… what time is it?”

“um… almost 11.”

“then like four hours.”

“you’ve been working on that for four hours? what even is it, and when did you start doing pottery?” he points at the unfinished ceramic.

“not just that. i had some paintings that i needed to finish for my portfolio and those are in a separate room to dry. this,” you refer to the clay, “is just something i’m working on for fun. i got into it cause one of my profs suggested i try another medium.”

he nods along while you explain. “you can keep working on it while we talk.”

you hum in confirmation and turn back to the wheel, rewetting your wands. “so how do we make this believable? seems like people already know. word spreads quick when it comes to you.”

“we just need to act like a couple. so hanging out, going on dates, posting each other here and there, and being affectionate.”

“wow you finally found an excuse to kiss me,” you laugh as you joke with him, him following suit. “sounds reasonable, not much different from how we were as kids, just now we have to call them dates.”

“shouldn’t cause too many problems. just don’t fall in love with me, babe.”

you smile at the new nickname, “likewise, hoon.” you continue throwing the clay, molding it to your desired shape. you hyperfocus on the sculpture, tuning out the boy sitting next to you as he watches—he catches on that you still have the habit of pouting whenever you work on your art. you hunch forward, letting some of your hair fall in front of your face. too caught up, you don’t notice that sunghoon left his seat to stand behind you. he takes your locks and ties it into a messy ponytail. you snap out of your tunnel vision to ask, “why do you just have a hair tie handy?”

“i always had to carry some around for you because you always lost them. i never grew out of it, i guess.” he grins warmly, “do you remember how many times you had complained when you would get paint in your hair and i would have to clean it up for you?”

“how could i forget?” the night ends with more laughs and reminiscing on your childhood. time really does fly faster than you think.

iv. rated pg

the bell rings as you and sunghoon enter the convenience store. you two are discussing the movie you two just watched as you walk through the aisles.

you split up agreeing to meet back at the register. you make your way to the drinks in the back while sunghoon goes to get snacks. you grab an iced jasmine tea for yourself and an iced vanilla latte for hoon. sunghoon yells over the stands as he browses, “hey, what should i caption for my insta post?”

you respond loudly, “i don’t know, something related to movies.”

sunghoon looks at the picture on his phone: a photo of you two snuggled up in the theater, most of your face hidden in his hoodie. he types in quickly “rated pg for park’s girl <3”, hits post, and goes back to browsing. he goes to grab bento boxes, honey butter chips, candy jellies, and practically everything his eyes landed on.

when you make it to the cashier, you see sunghoon with his arms full. “you good there, park?”

a muffled “yup” is heard behind all the food.

you look around, walking away when you find what you needed. going closer to him, “why didn’t you just grab a basket?” you start to take some things from his arms, lightening his load.

“i… uh… didn’t think of it.” he pauses in between, an embarrassed expression adorning his face. you giggle as you take everything to be rung up, missing how his ears turned red. you catch the worker’s name on his tag, jungwon. before you can take out your wallet to pay, sunghoon’s already entering his card into the machine. you whip your head around, ready to tell him off. “nope, do not look at me like that.” you roll your eyes at him as you grab the bag with what you just bought.

“oh come on… you can’t seriously be mad at me.” no response from you. “really? the silent treatment?” he scoffs jokingly when you cross your arms against your chest. he comes closer to bend down and wrap his arms around your waist. “it’s snacks. it’s not that big of a deal.”

you release yourself from his grasp and walk out of the store, still faking being mad. you mumble, “whatever,” under your beath but still loud enough for him to hear.

he bids jungwon a quick “have a nice night”, not missing him calling the two of you a cute couple. sunghoon meets up with you outside, already sitting on the curb of the parking lot.

v. pretty boy

the start of a new semester. en-4 are sitting out on the grass of the quad. surrounding them are various groups of students, typical for the buzzing campus on a crisp spring day.

“you need to cook the noodles first. end of discussion.” jake says sternly. he and heeseung are in a heated argument over the proper order of cooking ramen.

heeseung defends himself, “you are so wrong. you make the broth first to build the flavor.”

jay brings his attention up from his phone, “neither of you should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen.”

out of nowhere, a loud car horn is heard, drawing the attention of every student in the area. sunghoon looks up to find you leaning against the passenger door of your car and yelling, “hey, pretty boy! get in.” he chuckles at both the label and how bossy you sound, turning to his friends to grab his things. the three of them are stunned at him.

jake breaks first, “wait, what?”

heeseung lets go of his argument with the australian, “dude, are you seriously leaving?”

sunghoon only nods as he walks away, not letting them ask any more questions. he notices all the watching eyes and decides why not put on a show? he shouts out to you, “thought i was picking you up later, babe.” he makes sure to emphasize the nickname as his infamous smirk tells you exactly what his intentions are.

“lecture ended early, love. prof had some emergency. thought why not surprise you…” you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he reaches you and let him lay a quick peck on your cheek. “now come on, i’m taking you out on a date so either hop in or lose your chance. your choice but i don’t have that much patience so hurry up.”

“yes, ma’am,” he leans in closer and guides his hands lower from your waist. “but i’m driving,” he says as he sneakily takes your keys from your back pocket,

“you sly fox.” he laughs at the new nickname as he opens the door, letting you sit down before closing it. he makes his way around the hood, noting that all attention is still on you two. he meets eyes with his friends again, the three looking much like the faces he saw in the cafe almost six weeks ago. as he buckles in and starts the car, you rest your hand on top of his on the gear shift. he raises his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile. “by the way, why’s your friend looking at me like that?”

he looks back up to face the boys, “which one?”

“jay. since we started doing this, he keeps looking at me weird—like weirder than the others.”

he tilts his head to the side when he realizes that jay is indeed looking in your direction, but his eyes are focused solely on you. “jay is… how should i put this? you know what i’ll tell you later. for now, tell me where to?”

vi. jukebox

the hazy red glow of the neon lights and checkered tiled floors welcomed you as you led sunghoon into the local diner. this place was a staple in your childhood, your go-to hangout spot with the aforementioned boy when you were still in your youth.

“i will say, this is a nice surprise.”

you look up to sunghoon as he sits across from you in the vinyl booth seat, “i knew you would love it.” you laugh with each other as you get situated, seeing a young but tall—why is he so tall? he looks like he’s only a teenager—server coming towards your table.

“hey, i’m niki and i’ll be taking care of you guys today,” the giant says cheerfully. “anything i can start you guys with?”

sunghoon looks up at the boy to take your order swiftly, “two strawberry milkshakes, please.” you watch as niki nods and walks back to the counter.

“well, well, well, park… you remembered?” you question teasingly with a cocked eyebrow.

“you’ve always had a sweet tooth. no wonder you loved me so much,” his turn to turn up the typical park sunghoon charm.

you scrunch your face in annoyance, “you should become a comedian.”

“i will never get tired of your sarcasm. it really just… keeps me going.” his way of joking back. “stay here. i’ll be right back,” he says quickly as he looks behind you and gets out of his seat.

you wait patiently for him, assuming he’s just going to the restroom. unbeknownst to you, sunghoon is making his way to the jukebox on the other side of the restaurant. he flips through the song list, finally finding the one he wants. he quickly puts in the coins and sets it in the queue. as he turns to go back to you, he sees an engraving on the side. he runs his fingers along it as he inspects the writing. property of sunghoon and y/n. he thinks back to your last day of eighth grade when you two etched the label onto the wood. he joyfully walks back to your table, ready to let you know about the memory. he sits next to you now, resting his arm behind you and around your back,

“what took you so long, park?”

right as he’s about to explain, niki comes to your table, “two strawberry milkshakes. anything else i can get you two?”

you turn your head quickly to the boy sitting next to you, seeing his eyes are already focused on yours. “um… no, i, uh, think we’re good.” you stumble and stutter a bit. you watch him as he nods his head and walks away. regaining your composure, you ask sunghoon again, “so what did take you so long?”

once again, he gets interrupted. the sound of “purpose” by justin bieber playing over the speakers makes him stop. he gives you a second to register the song, “that’s why.”

you tilt your head down and look at him quizzically, “really? this is why?” you reach to your drink, sipping on the straw as you wait for his answer.

he mirrors your movement, nodding his head in confirmation. he too drinks from the tall glass, contrary to your use of a straw, he opts to drink straight from the rim. he pulls the milkshake away, leaving some on his upper lip.

you burst into quiet laughter, turning your gaze away to not spit out your own shake.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “what’s so funny?”

you turn back to him, “you got a little something there, park.” you wipe away the liquid from his face with your thumb, popping into your own mouth to clean it up.”there, all good now.”

sunghoon freezes in his spot, trying to comprehend what just happened. it’s quick but he feels something. trying to shake off the foreign feeling, he turns to face forward again. he feels you lean into him, head resting on his chest. a small grin appears on his face, humming along to the justin bieber tune still playing.

“i missed hearing you sing.”

sunghoon looks down at the crown of your head, “really? you used to always tease me about it, though.”

you shake your head with a light laugh, “i never meant it. whenever you sang, it always calmed me. i used to think… if you didn’t pursue skating, you could’ve been a singer.”

“and then what? i would bring you around on tour everywhere and sneak you in backstage?”

“that could’ve been fun.” you now laugh louder than before, him along with you.

there it is again. sunghoon’s not sure what it is, trying to suppress the odd emotion. he sits there, cuddling up to you in the booth, finishing the strawberry milkshakes, just hoping you can’t hear the way his heart starts to beat faster.

sitting at the bar, snacking on fries, and trying to not be seen by you two are heeseung, jay, and jake. they ask themselves would they really be considered sunghoon’s friends if they didn’t follow them and stake out their date.

vii. nerds

sunghoon picked you up from the art department today. he showed up about ten minutes too early, and he got permission from your instructor to monitor your class from the back. he waited outside the door while you cleaned up, earning a few prying looks from your peers as they exited. as you drove back to his place, you agreed to have a movie marathon.

opening the door to his dorm, you say “we are watching star wars. luke, leia, and han solo are a way better trio than three child magicians.”

sunghoon defends his choice, “first of all, they’re wizards. second, i’m offended. harry, ron, and hermione use magic with their wands. all star wars has is weird weapons and robots.”

“they’re literally in space and excuse you, but does something called—oh, i don’t know—the force ring any bells? they’re jedis, duh.” you rolls your eyes, making your annoyance clear.

sunghoon stops in the hall, “harry potter has spells and potions.”

“star wars has chewbacca.” you stand next to him with your arms crossed.

definitively and matter-of-factly, sunghoon says, “quidditch.”

“you can’t seriously believe quidditch is praiseworthy?” you look at him crazily.

“you two are such nerds.”

you both freeze, turning to see the rest of en-4 sitting in the living room. in the midst of your argument, you both failed to notice the others were home. you realize that jay was the one to stop you two. you also realize it’s the dreaded time for the best friends to finally meet the “girlfriend”. sunghoon seems to realize it as well, reaching to intertwine your hands to both sell the act to his roomates and to calm you down.

he leads you into the living room, meeting eyes with the boys. “so… guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you! i’m jake. sunghoon here has been holding out on us. i mean, come on, it’s been like two months and he still hasn’t introduced you to us.” the australian continues on with his energetic and positive ramble, asking you questions about your relationship.

heeseung butts in to tell jake to slow down. “i’m heeseung. jake’s right though, you two started dating before winter break and we’re barely meeting you now. sunghoon is always hanging out with you and telling us everything about it. honestly, all i can tell you is to run while you still can.” the others all laugh at his antics.

sunghoon scoffs, “hey, i’m not that bad.”

you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. you can hear jake spitting out more questions like rapid fire to sunghoon as you walk away. you reach into the fridge, fishing out a water bottle.

behind you, jay enters quietly. “you two are cute together.”

you flinch at his voice, “geez, dude. almost gave me a heart attack.”

he chuckles under his breath and leans against the counter, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. i met sunghoon at freshman orientation and we immediately became friends, but i’ve never seen him like this.”

“really hoping you mean that in a good way.”

“don’t worry, it is. you know… he only has a soft spot for you. the three of us are his best friends but he only ever smiles like that with you.” he sways his head back and forth as he rambles, taking a pause between his words. “stay with him. it’ll be good for everyone.”

you smile at his approval, “you wanna know something? he actually said you would be the hardest to win over. he said something about you being super protective over your friends… yet, at the same time you trust their judgement. he told me that when he and i got together, he wasn’t scared to tell you but more worried as to if you would like me.”

he smiles with you now, “that all he said about me?” he asks while raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“he also mentioned that you’re a good cook.”

viii. proud

a professor of yours is holding their annual spring showcase for contemporary art. every year, a handful of students are chosen to join and display their art amongst other renowned artists. you happen to be one of the few, a top contender chosen for your abilities.

you’ve invited your friends, including en-4 to come by the studio and see your work—albeit a bit nervous for their reactions. you stand on watch by your section, greeting the patrons and waiting for the boys to arrive.

thankfully, they show up within the first hour of the gallery opening. they each show up looking professional and chic, sporting all-black fits—most likely at the hands of jay. sunghoon immediately finding you and leading the way for the rest. you welcome them in, explaining your collection, the concentration being “vulnerability.” the works are a mix of several mediums, majority being oil paint, each displaying a closeup of various people. the paintings show their bare faces, imperfections and blemishes with nothing to hide.

the night continues with more and more passing by, complimenting your collection. by the time the exhibition ends, you and sunghoon are the only ones left in the studio. he’s stayed in the same spot, eyeing one piece incredibly closely. throughout the entire showcase, he had kept going back to the one canvas. you join his side, linking your arm with his. “this one is my favorite,” you hear him say.

you look up to meet his eyes, “why this one?”

“because… it’s you.” you takes your arm out and moves to stand behind you, now wrapping himself around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he holds your hands in his, “i am so proud of you. times like this, i am proud to call you my best friend.” he turns his head, kissing you once on your jaw, and then pulling slightly back to kiss you again on the cheek.

you turn around, hugging him closer with your arms around his shoulders, “thank you.” you hold each other for a few minutes. when you pull away, you lock eyes. you feel your heart beating against your chest and your breathing getting faster. you snap back to reality when you feel sunghoon’s lips on yours. you’re not sure why you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back or why he grabs onto your waist while backing you into the wall. he continues placing pecks on the corner of you lips, creating a trail down to your neck. when you let out a sigh and say his name, he stops. there he stands, a few feet in front of you, awkward and unsure of what to do next.

he breaks the silence, “it’s late. i should drive you back home.” he watches as you slowly nod your head. the drive back to your apartment was dead silent. you tried to occupy yourself by looking out the window.

when he drops you off, he bids you a quick goodnight. “um… text me when you get back home.” sunghoon just looks forward, muttering “ok” before leaving.

in the elevator, you look at your reflection on the metal doors. you make your way inside your place and take a seat on your bed. your mind is too busy reliving the moments with sunghoon before. you try to comprehend what you should do but find yourself too tired, instead falling asleep and missing his text.

ix. spring break

it’s currently the middle of april and the boys have made you an honorary member of en-4. you and sunghoon have been pretending to be a couple and successfully tricking everyone for the last four months.

everyone has the week off for spring break. jay, being the generous guy he is, rented out a cabin in the mountains for the now five members of your friend group. you all rode in one car on the way up, and you totally didn’t fall asleep in the middle seat while cuddling into sunghoon’s side.

you all decide to settle into your rooms once you arrive. “so there are four rooms, two downstairs and two upstairs.” jay pauses, looking towards you and sunghoon, “i assume that you’ll be fine sharing one.”

you immediately answer, “yeah, for sure.” you look to see sunghoon avoiding your gaze, sensing knowing looks from the others. sunghoon and you already guessed that they would make the two of you share a room and truthfully, neither of you minded. growing up together meant a lot of sleepovers and sharing beds so this was no problem.

he continues on, “great, you guys can take the master bedroom on the second floor cause it has the most space. i’ll take the room next to you, heeseung and jake can take the two down here.”

everyone agrees and sets off to their assigned rooms. you and sunghoon drop your bags onto the mattress, starting to unpack. the interior is spacious, the tall glass sliding doors allow lots of natural light to come in. the room itself is cozy, king size bed with matching bedside tables, and a big fluffy area rug. you’re too distracted to notice that sunghoon has gone outside to the balcony. he leans against the railing, taking in the scenic views and the breeze, basking in the setting rust-colored sun. when you finally realize that he’s not next to you anymore, you silently make you way onto the balcony, wrapping your arms around sunghoon from behind.

he tenses up at the sudden contact, relaxing when he realizes it’s you. there it is again, his heart is acting up like at the diner. he’s noticed it more often—the way that whenever he sees you, his heart beats differently. this weird feeling in his chest, this warmth that only shows up around you. he gets lost in his thoughts, envisioning what could become of your situation.

“what’s got you so lost?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. he turns around to face you, “uh… nothing, just thinking.”

just when you want to question him further and talk about what happened at the showcase, a knock is heard on the door. sunghoon walks away, going to open the door. both of you can feel the awkward tension when he leaves his spot.

“hey, we’re kinda hungry so we’re gonna order some food and watch a movie downstairs,” jake informs you two when the door opens. “feel free to come down and join whenever.”

“yeah, we’ll be down in a bit,” sunghoon tells him as heeseung nods before leaving you two alone again. you both finish getting settled before heading downstairs. you gather around the couch as ponyo plays on the tv and you reach for a tray of sushi.

the night continues, the moon sitting high amongst the stars. after the movie, dinner, and some drinking games, everyone retires to their respective rooms. you plop yourself onto the bed, tired after the day’s activities. you hear sunghoon getting something from his bag along with the rustling of some plastic. you crane your head up to see him approaching you. he sits on the edge of the bed, now with fluffy headbands and face masks in hand.

you scoot back a bit, “nope. no way you are getting me to do that.”

he laughs lightly at your antics, “oh come on… let me take care of you, at least just for tonight. please.” he gives you a pleading look with pursed lips, dragging out the “please” to show how desperate he is.

that was the deciding point that led to a spa night. you both changed into comfier clothes, you borrowed one of his hoodies and sweatpants. sunghoon got settled in closer to you and you reached for his wrist to grab one of the elastic bands. you adjusted your position to sit on your knees, reaching up to tie his hair back. he, on the other hand, took one of the headbands to bring your hair back and away from your face.

by the time midnight rolled around, you two were snuggled under the comforter with face masks, surrounded by junk food, and on the fourth episode of some random netflix show. as the night continues, a wave of sleep starts to overtake both of you. you help each other take off the masks and clean up, getting distracted every few minutes because one of you would start messing around. the boys had stopped by to say goodnight, catching you two in the middle of a mild pillow fight. after sending them off, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your shared embrace. heeseung had snuck in at one point and stole a few quick pictures to tease you two with.

the dawn breaking through the sheer curtains causes you to stir in bed. you turn to see the alarm clock on the nightstand say 6:02. untangling yourself from sunghoon’s grasp, you sneak outside. you climb up to sit on the rooftop, feeling the cool chill of the dewy morning. the time alone gives you a sense of serenity.

meanwhile, sunghoon moves under the covers, confused why he can’t feel you. his eyes open and he doesn’t find a trace of you in the room. worried, he gets up and quietly searches the house, making sure to not wake the others. he goes into the backyard, seeing a shadow on the ground with an unusual shape. he looks up to find you perched on the roof, facing the opposite direction. he eventually climbs up to sit next to you. he hesitates before getting closer and putting his arm around you. you sigh as you lean into him. there you both stay, watching the sun come over the horizon in a comfortable silence.

x. disaster averted

the following week, you all return to campus. needless to say, the break was well used—the days at the cabin mostly being spent at the lake or around the campfire. another day spent hanging out at en-4’s dorm after classes. sunghoon went out to pick up food for everyone. you are in his room, trying to cram for an upcoming test and failing miserably because the other three are all playing fifa way too loud.

while the boys are playing, the doorbell rings. jay gets up to check who it is, seeing a young girl and immediately recognizing her. he lets in yeji, sunghoon’s little sister. she casually joins the boys around the tv, catching up on whatever has been happening in their lives. sunghoon arrives back home within twenty minutes.

“i’m back with the food,” he shouts out loud enough for everyone to hear including you behind his closed bedroom door. he places the plastic bags on the table, looking up to see another face. “yeji? what are you doing here?”

she gets up to greet her brother, giving him a hug, “it’s my spring break and i wanted to stop by.” sunghoon then realizes that his family doesn’t know about him becoming friends with you again or about your current situation. he drags her into the kitchen hurriedly, “ok so here’s the thing… you remember y/n?”

“of course! she’s like my big sister.”

his breath gets caught in his throat for a second, “yeah, don’t call her that. anyways, her and i are friends again,” he sees yeji’s eyes widen with excitement and continues with his explanation before she can cut him off, “and she’s my girlfriend.”

“what?!”

sunghoon panics and covers her mouth with his palm, “fake girlfriend!” he rushes out the whisper. “the guys don’t know that our relationship isn’t real and i’d like to keep it that way. they don’t even know that we were friends beforehand. yeji, i’m begging you to go along with it. please do this for me.” he clasps his hands together in front of him with a pleading expression.

the young girl crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to think about it, “hmm… fine.”

sunghoon blurts out a chant of “thank you’s” not knowing that his sister only agreed cause she always thought that you and sunghoon would’ve been a good couple. he tells her to help the others set the table while he goes to you. he quickly explains what’s happening and you’re just excited that you get to see yeji again. you both leave his room and you make your own way to the living room, spotting the other girl and exchanging glances.

yeji stops what she’s doing to turn and face you, “who’s this?”

you answer back casually, “y/n. i’m a friend of the boys, and you are?”

“yeji, sunghoon’s younger sister.” she says it proudly, bringing a grin to the aforementioned boy.

“oh, you’re yeji? hoon was right… you are pretty.”

she tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, questioning you “why would he tell you about me?”

jake chimes in like it’s second nature, “i mean, why wouldn’t he tell his girlfriend about his sister?” he states like it’s so obvious. “they’ve been together since december.”

“girlfriend?” she takes a step back in false shock, “since december? why didn’t i know about this?”

“what? i don’t seem like your brother’s type?”

“it’s not that. i’m just surprised he managed to get and keep a girlfriend. you’re like, way out of his league and he’s a loser.” one thing to know about yeji is that as much as she loves him, she will never miss a chance to tease her brother.

with a scoff, you finally hear sunghoon join in beside you, “not gonna lie, that one hurt a little.”

“i’m so telling mom,” she says with a mischievous smirk.

you laugh at sunghoon’s shocked face and smile at the younger park, “i like you, i think we’ll get along just fine.”

“i like you, too.” she looks at sunghoon, “keep her.”

everyone laughs at the interaction as they settle in to eat. sunghoon sits to your right while yeji sits on your left, wondering how his two favorite girls learned to be such good actresses.

xi. returning the favor

fast forward another month, the end of the semester means the dreaded finals week again. sunghoon has been, for lack of a better word, slacking on some of his classes and is now juggling to prepare for exams and revisions. couple that with yeji telling his mom about your “relationship” and her nonstop questions, all of this stress has been piled on. this all amounting to him getting sick.

now, sunghoon being sunghoon means that he pushed everyone away and hasn’t told you about his condition. luckily for him, you’ve been cooped up in your studio trying to finish your portfolio and also prepare for your exams. unluckily for him, the boys have gotten worried and heeseung called you.

which brings us to the present, sunghoon stuck in bed with a fever, congestion, and neglected notes. a knock on his door does nothing to help his headache but seeing your face meekly peek in makes him relax. “what are you doing here?” he asks hoarsely.

“did you really think i wouldn’t find out?”

he avoids your glare, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

“honestly i’m not upset that you’re sick, but that i had to hear it from your roommates.” you come closer to him, clearing out the scattered papers and textbooks from atop his bed. you sit on the edge, taking out some medicine and cooling packs that you picked up from the convenience store.

“you really don’t have to do this,” he twiddles his fingers in embarrassment.

you tie back his hair and place one of the packs on his forehead, “you’ve always been the one taking care of me, so i might as well return the favor.”

you busy yourself with getting the cough medicine ready and sunghoon takes an actual look at you. he notices that you’re wearing his old skating jacket, the same one he gave you at your high school graduation. he makes more room under the covers, allowing you to come closer and lay next to him. he drapes one arm over you and holds onto the end of the jacket sleeve, “i can’t believe you kept this.”

“we stopped hanging out and we weren’t in each other’s lives for a year and a half after being together basically since birth,” you pause, a little saddened thinking back. “this was the last thing i ever got from you. it’s all i had left.”

he brings you closer, neither of you caring if you got sick. “well… now you have me again. for good.”

xii. the party

the end of the school year has finally arrived. some seniors from the txt frat are hosting a big party to celebrate. of course, en-4 was invited—mostly thanks to heeseung being close with them. although you have made more friends and now have a more active social life, parties are still not your thing.

yet, much to your dismay, being friends with designated party people means that you’re getting bombarded with pleas to go regardless. sunghoon took the lead on convincing you, “please, i promise that it’ll be fun.” the boys join in, their voices overlapping. sunghoon practically tackles you onto your couch while pouting and furrowing his eyebrows in desperation.

“stop looking at me like that. i can’t think properly when you do that.”

right on cue, the boys start to tease you. jay clears his throat and jake makes kissing noises, meanwhile heeseung starts singing y/n and sunghoon sitting in a tree… while you just glare at them.

“if i say i’ll go, will you all leave me alone?”

they all shout “yes” in unison. which is how you ended up at the crowded frat house. although they had begged you to come, they practically abandon you and sunghoon when you get there. jake had yelled back to you that his friend sunoo from his econ class called them over for beer pong.

you and sunghoon find a big bean bag in the corner and stay there for a bit. he offers to get you both some drinks and leaves to the kitchen. you’re not sure how long he’s gone but you eventually get uncomfortable. you start wandering the house for some space to get some air. you find an empty room and make your way into the connected bathroom to wash your face. you take some deep breaths, then realizing that you didn’t tell sunghoon. as you’re about to step out, he enters the room.

“i figured you would want some space.”

“how’d you know where i was?”

he comes up closer to you, “in the sea of people, in this mess, in this frenzy… i will always find you. no matter what happens or who comes into my life, i always find my way back to you.”

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean, park?”

“i mean…” he stops to compose himself, “oh for fucks sake, i’m tired of this being pretend. i’m tired of being allowed to call you my girlfriend in public but not treat you like it in private. when i kissed you at the showcase, i had wanted to do that for so long, and i’ve been wanting to do even more.”

“sunghoon, look-”

“wait, i’m not done. what i’m trying to say is that i want you to be my girlfriend, for real this time—not as a joke, not as a trick. i want us to be together as an actual couple because i like you, a lot more than you could believe-”

you cut him off this time, kissing him like he did all those weeks ago. you kissed him in the way that you weren’t sure what words to say other than, “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

sunghoon shines with the biggest smile, picking you up and spinning around. when he lets you down, he incessantly leaves pecks all over your face. he holds you close, “now, how about we go enjoy the party?”

you nod and lead him hand in hand towards the door. you turn the nob, only to have the three remaining members of your friend group fall at your feet. heeseung landing on top, shouting out, “i fucking knew it!”

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