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nonidol!lee hyunjae x f!reader

6.7k words (my hand slipped, sorry), fluff, angst, low-key e2l, ex friends 2 implied lovers?, low-key rich kid au, swearing, drinking and drunk talks/crying, a shitty situation, a bitchy ex gf, uhh very low-key hurt/comfort?, lots of mentions of pizza and soft drinks, THE PLOT IS SO RUSHED IM SORRY I CRAMMED.

a/n: requests now closed! whew,,, what a doozy 😭 im sorry if it feels rushed bc it low-key really was such a rushed and ambitious plot on my part. to the anon who requested it, ik it's not exactly what u asked for and im sorry ><

The pizzeria was like your second home. Maybe it was your home, but you weren't sure if calling a pizza place your home was the best word. It acted as your bubble away from academic responsibilities, family obligations, and anything else you wanted to forget. For the past three years of your college career, you made this place your comfort spot, while also picking up some spare change.

Your friend and co-worker Dae bumped her hip with yours as she passed by you with her hands full of empty plastic cups to refill. "Your group of banshees just walked in," she mused, slipping past you to the fountain drink machine on the bar counter.

Your head perked up and watched the front door on the other side of the room open to let a wave of your friends in. Dae liked to joke that your friend group consisted of a bunch of "banshees" from how loud they could be. You couldn't blame her at all; it was hilariously accurate. On a bad night, the group's volume could reach levels of a nightmare baby being birthed from the Devil's anus.

"Yn-ie!" Chanhee and Jacob waved to you as the group of five made their way through the tight spaces between tables.

"Hey, guys," you greeted them. "You're so lucky a group just left." You nodded toward the circular table in the back corner where your friends often made their home. It was big enough to seat seven—ten, if you squished—but it was almost always for you and your friends.

The pizzeria's owner and your boss, Mr. Moretti, usually didn't mind your friends occupying the space. You were pretty sure he was glad your friends were hiding themselves away in the back. (Not because of the merriment, just because of the noise. Some customers just wanted pizza and a quiet night, and you could respect that.)

"Waitress! Waitress!" Changmin screeched, waving one of his hands around like a lunatic.

You came up to the table with an unimpressed look on your face, and Kevin wrestled his neighbor back into this seat. "Okay, so Changmin doesn't get to eat tonight," you drawled and braced your hands on the backs of Sunwoo and Chanhee's chairs.

"I was just wondering how long it takes for someone to get service around here," Changmin jested. He feigned one of those pompous brushes of his hair, mocking one of the rich pricks who had come in here last month thinking that the RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE sign didn't apply to him. Changmin broke into a lopsided grin at your arched brows. "What? I think I'm funny."

Your eyes widened in a silent 'Can you believe this guy?'

"He's sugar high because someone let him get to the cupcakes," Kevin directed his flat gaze to his counterpart, Jacob.

Jacob's hands lifted in innocence. "What? No one was eating them, and he said he was hungry."

"Okay, drinks, folks!" You clapped to regain their attention. You did, after all, have other customers. "What're we feeling tonight?"

A chorus of drink orders flew up into the air—coke, iced water, Sprite, lemonade—and you nodded, stepping away to grab them those very beverages. Your friends had all been here enough times to know exactly what was on the menu, so while you stepped away briefly for their drinks, they could deliberate and get back to you as soon as you returned.

Like a well oiled machine, you delivered them their drinks, and Kevin doled out the lineup for tonight.

"You know, I was thinking of painting my nails black," Kevin said as he finished off the order. He held his hand out in front of him, inspecting the state of his bare nails.

Sunwoo straightened in his seat. "We should do it together, hyung!—I mean… you could probably paint my nails. I dunno if you should trust me with one of those thin ass brushes."

"You're right," Chanhee chimed in, "we shouldn't."

You snickered to yourself as you left your friends to their own devices and pinned their order sheet to one of the clips hanging in the kitchen window. There was a set of plates set out on the window sill, the bill reading for table three, and you picked it up to take over to them. Dae appeared next to you, tightening her ponytail, and grabbed the dishes for table four right beside it.

With both your hands full, you departed to deliver your respective orders.

As you set the dishes off food down onto table three, you heard the telltale swish of the door opening, and night air flooded into the room. On instinct, you straightened with a smile to greet them. "Hi! Welcome—" your voice died on your throat, and when his eyes locked with yours, you stuttered, "—in. For how many?"

Lee Hyunjae brushed a hand through his blond hair, his other arm wrapped around the shoulders of a girl who was unfortunately familiar to you. A couple of the guys with him, you recognized, too, but he was the one who had made you trip over your words.

One of them with jet black hair and kind, feline-like eyes, lifted four of his fingers in a wordless signal.

You nodded, lips set in a firm line, and gestured to the open four-seater at table eight.

You tucked your empty tray beneath your arm, mentally thanking anyone who was listening that his party was seated in Dae's section and not yours. Thank god for odd numbers.

Dae was swift to chirp out her usual cheeriness to the newcomers, and you scurried back over to the register to cash a table's check. As you did so, your eyes flitted up toward Hyunjae's table. He glanced over at you periodically, looking away whenever you were already looking at him.

What the hell was he doing here? You wanted to yell, scream. Out of all the places, out of all the nights, out of all the times… how long had it been since you last saw him, you wondered to yourself as you let the bitterness seep into your bones and meld with the marrow. It was a feeling you knew all too well.

You strode over to table seven to set their check down on the edge of the table. Everything in the pizzeria was so close together; it was near impossible not to catch the words being exchanged at table eight.

"—don't understand why you chose this dump, Hyunjae." That was the girl, the one who's face made you want to throw something at it. Her name was Kyla, and the last time you saw her in person, she had just become Hyunjae's girlfriend.

Sometimes you questioned how they even managed to stay together so long, but then again, people like them deserved each other.

"Eric just wanted pizza, babe," drawled the blond, his arm casually draped over the back of her chair.

The two others seated at the table consisted of the man with jet black hair, and another with a medium-toned brown hair peeking out of a gray hoodie. The latter said, "You guys'll love this place! Their breadsticks are literally the fluffiest things in the world."

A smile curled onto your face at that comment. Now that you thought about it, you'd seen him around before.

You slid over to table one and began stacking the dirty dishes left behind by customers who had gone. Table eight's conversation continued.

"Is it normal to be able to see grease in the air?" Kyla gagged, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She soaked in the close quarters of the restaurant with little appreciation.

The other third wheel at table eight, the one with black hair, lifted his eyebrows. "It's cozy in here, Kyla."

"Yeah, just give it a chance," Hyunjae chimed in.

You brushed past their table to grab table seven's check and hustle it back over to the register. You met Dae at the counter, her hands once again full with cups that needed filling.

A grunt left her lips. "Table eight," she began.

"Yeah," you agreed. "Sheesh."

Her head turned to you over her shoulder. "You know 'em?"

"Unfortunately." You pursed your lips. "It's been awhile," you amended. "I only know the couple at the table—enough to say, good luck, girl."

Dae made a face, but she pulled her shoulders back to solidify her posture. You always admired her work ethic and her customer service skills. As fellow waitresses during many a dinner rush hour, you both had to deal with your own handfuls of difficult people. At this point, it wasn't difficult to sniff them out from a mile away. There were some days you just wanted them to yell at you and get it over with.

Just as Dae left to go drop off drinks, your friends' order hit the window sill. You tucked the finished bill for table seven into your apron pocket and grabbed the trays to set on the table for your friends.

"You look like you're about to gnaw my fingers off, Jacob," you teased with a twinge of nervousness.

The man grinned at you, with teeth. "I'm hungry."

"Valid." You backed away from the table, and the carnage began.

You laughed, ducking your head, as you left your friends to their feast. You arrived at table seven and wished them a good night—

"Do you not have cherry coke? Isn't that, like, a universal fountain drink?"

You glanced over to see Dae's mouth twitch just slightly, but gave nothing else away. "No, we only have regular Coke and Diet Coke; I said that earlier, miss."

Kyla stared at her as if she'd just gotten her puppy revoked. "But they both taste like ass."

"You can have a fruit punch instead," Dae offered.

"But I don't want fruit punch."

You saw that the other two boys at the table fidgeted nervously. They were making eyes at Hyunjae, urging him to do something.

He seemed to lift his gaze to yours at that exact moment and you wondered what he saw in them. Something shifted in him, a silent acceptance of surrender.

The next thing you knew, he was leaning into the conversation. "Ky, you can just get a water or something and then we'll go get a drink after this. How does that sound?"

She threw a look over at him. "I really just want a cherry coke, Hyunjae. If I have to be forced to eat at this place, then the least you could do is get me a cherry coke."

Okay, that was enough.

"Is there a problem here?" You asked, sidling up beside Dae. You saw her loosen up out of the corner of your eye.

Kyla opened her mouth to retort something, but she halted abruptly. Her head cocked to the side, eyes narrowing, like she was trying to figure something out. You knew the moment she recognized you. A slow smile curled onto her mouth. "Oh my god… Yn Ln. Mommy and daddy kick you out or something? Why are you working at this dump?"

You were certain your eye started twitching.

Hyunjae grappled her shoulder. "Kyla."

"This is gold," she chirped. "Wow, I didn't think anything good could come of this dinner, but—" she sneered, "wow. You look awful."

"Takes one to know one," you said with venom dripping from your words. "We have a right to refuse service, ma'am, so if you don't quit badgering my friend and me, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She didn't seem to catch your drift. "No. Get me. A cherry coke."

You suppressed every urge to fuck this girl up. To Dae, you murmured, "Can you cover my tables?"

"For sure, girl," she said, giving you a reassuring clasp on the shoulder. "Should I call Moretti?"

"No, I think we should be fine—"

"Wait until I tell everyone I know about how absolute ass this place is," Kyla ripped you back out into reality. She had her phone out now, and Eric, the guy in the hoodie, was reaching across the table to stop her.

You weren't allowed to touch her, you reminded yourself. You could do this with just words. No matter how much it killed you to not sucker punch her stupid, pearly whites in. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," you told her through gritted teeth. "Either you buckle down with your regular Coca-Cola, or you get out."

"How about—no."

All breath dissipated from your lungs when you felt the carbonated liquid dumped in your face, the blocks of ice just missing your eyes. The entire establishment seemed to freeze with you.

You scoffed, slowly wiping the soda from your eyes and shaking out your arms. You couldn't seem to form coherent speech.

"What the fuck is going on here?" You recognized Kevin's hardened voice behind you, his hand squeezing your shoulder to tell you he was here.

As Kyla and Kevin dueled it out, you found Hyunjae's eyes again. To his credit, he seemed horrified and apologetic, his mouth parted in shock. But then again, he didn't have much credit anymore in your book.

Your hands fisted. You wanted to yell at him to get out. It had been a decent evening, a good evening, before he and his like came in and threw a drink in your face.

You didn't want to address the burning bitterness that coursed beneath all the annoyance and anger—out of everything, why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he try harder to help you? Why was he with her when he could be with y—nevermind. That didn't matter.

Even now, your back still ached from when he'd last left it stabbed.

"Are you okay, Yn-ie?"

You realized that Hyunjae and his party had gone now, and the shop patrons were slowly going back to whatever they had been doing before. Chanhee appeared before you with a couple napkins from the dispenser on the table, and Dae rushed over with a massive roll of paper towels. Your other friends had flocked over, too, to help clean up and also attend to customers while you pulled your shit together.

You gave a nod, finding your voice to tell them so. Your gaze casted briefly toward the front door where you knew he wouldn't ever be stepping back into.

You told yourself that was a good thing.

It was late when you finally pushed out of the back doors of the pizzeria building. Your car was parked out back with many of the other employee cars; it was just a lot more convenient and a lot less traffic. It had been a couple days since the fiasco with Kyla and Hyunjae, and you hadn't heard or seen him once since then.

That was a good thing. It was supposed to be a good thing. After all, why would he suddenly reappear in your life now? What purpose or what significance did that have?

You were going to try and forget about him again. Your life was plenty good without him, and yet…

"Yn."

Speak of the Devil. You swore under your breath as you nearly tripped over the curb. His voice was haunting, as was his presence, his whole silhouette. You'd once found a home with all those things—with him.

You and he stopped beside your car. "What are you doing here?" You asked him.

Hyunjae had his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. "I, uhm," he began, "I wanted to say sorry."

"Sorry?" You parroted. The word was sticky in your mouth and it clung to all the wrong crevices.

"Yeah, for the other night." He clasped the back of his neck. "I… I broke up with her, by the way."

Your eyes widened at his words. He broke up with Kyla? A part of you wanted to pump the sky and jump up and down—finally. Fucking finally! But there was another part of you, the rational one, who yanked you back to Earth and smacked you in the head to think about it. Three years of dating that girl, and just now he decided to break up with her? What was the tipping point? There was no way he didn't know she acted like a spoiled brat all the time.

What was so good about her anyway? You thought you had understood at the time—she had more money, more connections. Her parents were old money rich, not entrepreneurs like yours. It was stupid to think that was the reason, and you couldn't afford to go down that rabbit hole of methodology again.

"So?"

Your singular word seemed to slap him in the face. "So? I—" Frustration flickered across his face for a split second. Now he knew how you felt.

You couldn't wait for him to say anything; you had so much to say to him. "Listen Jaehyun," you said plainly. "I don't know what you want from me. You broke up with your girlfriend? Good for you. You're sorry for the other night? Okay. I don't know if you expect me to grovel and praise you for owning up for once—"

"Okay, what?" He cut in. "First of all, I don't expect you to grovel or praise me or whatever. Second, what do you mean 'owning up for once?'"

"I mean it exactly like I said it." You clenched the strap of your bag in your hand. Crazy how your car was literally right next to you, but you couldn't get into it. Your feet were glued to the street, and a part of you wanted to know how this ended. "The last time I saw you, Kyla laughed in my face, and you encouraged her. You dropped me like our years of friendship meant jack shit to you. I don't know what you're trying to pull, Jaehyun, and I don't wanna know."

Hyunjae leaned his head back, eyes closed for a second. "Yn, it's so much more complicated than that."

You stuck your tongue in your cheek. "That's such bullshit, and you know it. You don't get to come back and tell me this." There was a shakiness in your voice now, and you knew you had to get going or risk yelling. "That's just not fair."

"I know it's not fair."

"Good."

"Fine," he bit out. "I don't even know why I'm here."

Your hand found purchase on the driver's side door. Say something. Give me a reason to stay. "Maybe your sense of guilt has finally returned and your brain wanted to make amends."

He rolled his eyes, and it felt like a stab in your chest. "I'm going to leave now."

"Thank god." The words tasted sour in your mouth and you realized that he hadn't given you a reason to stay; in fact, it had been the exact opposite.

You both went your separate ways again. When you clambered into your car and watched him walk away through your rear view, it dawned on you that the entire conversation had been one massive circle. You wanted to hear him out—of course, you did.

You used to know him, after all. You used to know him so well. And perhaps that was why you hadn't just now.

"We need to talk."

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you nearly fell out of your chair. You tugged your earbuds out of your ear to give whoever this was a piece of your—

You frowned. "Oh. It's you."

Hyunjae frowned back at you. He was wearing a jean jacket today, hair styled presentably. He didn't have to look so good in this lighting, but you supposed even the sun liked to favor him. "Yes, it's me. Can you get up so we can—" He nodded out toward the library window beside you, "—talk?"

"So you want us to jump out the window?"

"You are so annoying."

Your smile was saccharine. "Not as annoying as you."

It had currently been around fifteen hours since he showed up at the back alley to confront you with that sorry apology. You'd woken up this morning less mad and more sad… smad. Sure, you were smad. It seemed that a night of sleep hadn't deterred your ex-best friend from talking to you, and you couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.

"You don't even go to this school," you told him in a pathetic attempt to wave him away without actually waving him away.

"This is a public campus, Yn." He pulled out the seat across from you before you could protest. "I don't have to go to this school."

You scowled. The organ in your chest was beating awfully fast—you really hoped you weren't about to get in a screaming match with him here of all places. "What do you want, Hyunjae? You can't just show up everywhere I go unannounced."

"I don't do that."

"I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me, actually."

"Will you just—"

"Heya, Yn." Relief flooded through you at the sight of Changmin and Sunwoo walking up to your table. The former narrowed his eyes behind his dark-framed glasses. "Everything okay?"

You flipped your notebook closed and swiftly packed all of your items up. "Yeah, perfectly," you said. Hyunjae didn't follow as you stood up. "Bye, Hyunjae."

As you walked toward the library exit, Changmin and Sunwoo converged on either side of you. "What was that all about?" Sunwoo asked, his head peering behind you at the boy who was no doubt still sitting at the table. "Why is he here?"

You shook your head and pushed out onto the university grounds, propping the door open for your friends trailing behind. "Dude, I have no idea. He dropped by on my way out of work last night—"

"He what?"

"It wasn't even a productive conversation," you told them. You didn't know where you were going, but you turned around to face them as you walked backward along the path. Maybe you shouldn't have just left him there. "I don't even know how he knew I was at the library."

Changmin's mouth quirked downward. "Isn't this like… kind of creepy? What's with him anyway?"

"Yeah, Yn, how do you know him?" Sunwoo chimed in.

You sighed, face scrunching up as you thought about where to begin. Swiveling back to front, your friends clung onto you—both physically and to your words. "Our parents loathe each other, because they're business rivals, but Hyunjae and I went to the same schools when we were kids and we became friends."

It had been the two of you against the world—best petty friends. That first time his parents had driven him over to your house for a play date, the looks on both yours and his parents had been priceless. It'd been a wonder that they'd let you continue with the play date. From that point on, however, you both became friends for life, all despite the odds.

At least, that was how it had been.

Three years ago, just before both of you were going to begin your college careers, he had pretended that everything between the two of you was nothing more than dumpster fire. He ended up with Kyla, he became a jerk, and you'd spiraled. Had it been something you'd done? Had it been you? Did his parents open his eyes to your families' petty rivalry and get him to turn on you? That was what it had seemed like.

You'd survived, somehow. You had friends now—good friends, nice friends, un-petty friends. (But Hyunjae had been that person for you, too, once upon a time.)

You found yourself in your apartment at six in the evening the next day, staring at a half-drunk glass of wine and a crossword on your coffee table. You'd snatched up one of the newspapers in the lobby to busy yourself with in an attempt to take your mind off thrown cups of coke, bitchy ex girlfriends, and bitter ex friends.

It hadn't worked yet.

A knock on your front door drew your focus away, and you dragged yourself up from the couch to see who it was. Something panged in your chest at the face on the other side of the peephole.

You ripped the door open. "Do you want a restraining order?"

Hyunjae stood on the other side looking a little less put together than yesterday, but still more put together than you. "Yn, can we please just talk?"

"How do you even know where I live?" You asked him, not moving from the threshold, and thus, leaving him no room to come in.

"I literally helped you move in three years ago," he said, blinking. Oh. "Now, can I please come in?"

At least he was saying please, you reasoned with yourself. Begrudgingly, you let him in.

His shoulders seemed to deflate as he slipped inside, and he left his shoes on the show rack by the front door. Once you'd replaced all the locks, you swept past him to your kitchen area. "Want a drink?"

"Uhm, sure. Yeah, thanks."

You came back to the couch with another glass and poured him some of the red.

The two of you sat on the couch beside each other with a comfortable amount of space in the middle. He picked up his glass and chugged the entire thing, while you finished off your own glass and reached for the bottle. It felt so strange to be in his space again—or at least, for him to be in your space again. You didn't know if the jittery kick in your heart was from nervousness, excitement, or both.

What more did he have to say to you?

When you topped your glass off again, Hyunjae refilled his own.

"What do you want from me, Hyunjae?" You asked him for what felt like the hundredth time within the past week. You didn't have the heart to look at him now, the alcohol making your brain buzz and your chest heavy.

He nursed his glass, elbows braced on his knees. "I'm sorry," he said, clearing his throat when his voice came out rough. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. "You're probably so fucking tired of me, but I just… I knew I had to make things right."

You tugged your legs onto the couch and tucked them under you. "Why? Because you broke up with your girlfriend for throwing soda in my face?" For a moment, the thought amused you. Out of all the things to break up with Kyla for—out of all the things—it'd been over Coca-Cola.

Hyunjae swallowed down his wine. "No, that's not—that's not why I wanted to break up with her. I mean, part of it, of course. She'd disrespected you and your friend and the workplace."

His words and their sincerity drew your eyes to him on your left. His head hung, but you could see the glazed look in his eyes, dulling out those pretty, mahogany irises of his. He looked like your Hyunjae for once, not the one who had appeared in the doorway of the pizzeria with his arm around a girl who didn't appreciate him or anyone.

"And I'm sorry for that," he continued. "I'm sorry I didn't do more to prevent that from happening."

You stared down into the dark stillness of your wine glass. "Well, it wasn't exactly your fault," you said quietly.

You heard him huff, "Yeah, sure." He lifted the glass up to his lips again, and you did the same.

"The little altercation was recorded and posted online," Hyunjae suddenly said. "And when my parents saw, they pretty much backed out of the partnership between our company and Kyla's parents'. They didn't let me break up with her before because of the contract or whatever, but after that PR nightmare, they pretty much cut ties for me."

He took another swig, and you found yourself really looking at him this time.

"I was and have been an asshole to you, Yn," he said. "And it's no excuse, but it was… I was just trying to make it easier for both of us."

The wine was penetrating your defenses. Or maybe that was his story. But either way, the stinging in the corners of your eyes led to a watering of your vision, and everything was getting blurry. The lights, him, your whole view of the situation. His parents hadn't turned him, but shackled him instead.

"I thought," you began, lifting a hand up to wipe your eyes dry, "you hated me."

Hyunjae raised his head, shaking it, then hanging it again. He drank. "I couldn't hate you. I tried—I tried to make it easier to see you differently, but… Yn, you were my best friend." His voice broke at the end and he swallowed. "I thought about you so much these past few years, and it was so hard to get through it without you."

Your heart was sinking fast into your stomach and you could feel it hammer against your bones. You'd thought about him too much, as much as you loathed to admit. The man who you felt had simply thrown you away… how pathetic was it that you couldn't stop caring? But now, the lens was widening. Maybe your feelings weren't so unique.

Both you and Hyunjae moved at the same time, arms raising to drain your glasses of the last bits of wine.

You told yourself it was the wine that was making you want to cry, but when you and Hyunjae looked at each other, his eyes were lined with silver. He sniffled, setting his glass on the coffee table. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lip when emotion made him screw his face up and turn away from you.

You put your glass next to his and clambered over the sofa to wrap your arms around him. He turned his face into your chest and sobbed, the sound coaxing a crest of emotion out of you, too, and you held him and rocked him through the oncoming waves.

It was the wine, you thought. God it was the wine. It had to be the wine.

But your best friend was here in your arms, where he belonged, you liked to think. He was home.

You curled your hand over the back of his head, your cheeks damp. "'m sorry they forced you into that relationship," you rasped. The bitterness was sweeping back in a different color. "I wish I knew."

He sniffled. "They threatened to do something to your parents' company. I couldn't—I couldn't let you and them get involved."

The confession stabbed through you. You had no idea what his parents had told him, and made him do, for the sake of business. You had no idea how unhappy he was, and god—you wished you'd known. Maybe things wouldn't have come to such hurt.

Hyunjae pulled himself away from you and wiped his eyes. "I think after all that shit, I'm a little fucked up."

The both of you shared a watery laugh, the space that had originally been left between you, nonexistent.

You cupped the sides of his face. "You made it though, and you've been so strong, Jae."

His bottom lip trembled. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Yeah, I forgive you." How could you not? And it was the wine—you swore it was the wine—that had you leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his hairline. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into you, his hand reaching up to cover your hand with his own.

"I like you a whole lot better than her," he murmured.

"I'd hope so," you mused, patting his cheek. "You deserve to have someone so much better than her."

He gulped, eyes searching your face. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Your heartbeat stuttered when he leaned forward slightly. You could smell the wine on his breath as it fanned over your skin. It felt as if the world slowed in that moment—the lights were dimmer, his eyelids low, lips shiny and plush.

And then he blinked, energy and alarm and… something else in his expression. He pulled out of your hold and his ears turned bright red. "I should go."

Your lips parted. "Wait—"

He practically leapt off the couch and banged his knee against the wall as he hobbled into his shoes. "Damn—I—" he opened the front door, pausing over the threshold. You didn't know why he was leaving; you wanted him to stay. Why, why, why was he leaving? "I, uhm, I've overstayed my welcome."

The door rattled as he closed it behind him, as if to tell you to not follow him out. You were left on the couch alone again, two empty glasses of wine, feeling stripped.

What the hell was that?

"And he just… left?"

You nodded, sweeping the apron around your waist over the hook in the back room of the pizzeria. It was late when yours and Dae's shift ended, as per usual. The shop was pretty much closed, leaving the two of you and two of the cooks who usually closed up the establishment when you both left.

For the entirety of your shift, you had been turning over yesterday's events over and over again. "I don't know what I did wrong, y'know? Maybe I crossed a boundary or something? I dunno."

Worry gnawed at your stomach as you recalled what happened to Dae. You both stepped out of the back of the building to head to your respective cars. It was dark out, as it usually was, with a few street lights along the road that you and Dae stuck to while walking.

As you approached your car, you noticed Hyunjae standing beside it with his hands tucked in his pockets and his head turned toward you. Rather than the sourness you'd felt for him at the beginning of the week, the feeling twisting in your chest was sweeter, but bitter still.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Dae said to you softly with a gentle nudge of your arm. She walked ahead of you and passed by your car to get to hers, leaving you to confront the man plaguing your every thought for the past week.

You swallowed as you made your way over to the driver's side door where he was standing. "Hey."

Hyunjae gave a slight bob of his head. "Hey."

"Did I do something wrong yesterday?" You asked him, earnestly, searching his face for any hint as to why he had left so abruptly.

"No, it wasn't your fault—it definitely wasn't your fault," he told you. He sucked in a breath, carding a hand through his hair. "I had an epiphany of sorts."

"An epiphany?" You furrowed your brows.

His cheeks had flushed slightly, and he couldn't exactly meet your eyes. "I thought it was just the alcohol clouding my judgment, and in combination with all the emotions, and I just—" he shook his head. "It's probably not important, but…"

You bumped your elbow with his. "Jae, you're here. It probably is important."

A small smile curled up onto his face. "Y'know," he began, finally lifting his head to look you in the eyes, "she would have agreed with me and brushed me off."

You knew who the "she" he was talking about was. You frowned. "She was never good enough for you, Hyunjae."

"I know." He sighed. "I just wanna be enough for you though now."

Surprise lit across your face, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach start to take flight. You couldn't think coherently with his words, and you were probably reading into it too much. The two of you had been away so long that you probably forgot how to read him; there was no doubt that something changed over the past three years, right?

When you failed to find a reply, he shifted slightly, his body facing straight toward you. "I've had a lot of time to think, and the whole time I was with her, I just kept comparing her to you." He stepped closer to you and his hand reached out to tentatively take your fingers with his. "She never measured up; maybe that made me even more bitter for ruining our friendship."

You met his eyes. There was that glimmer of the rich brown like what you'd seen last night. (Your Hyunjae was present and accounted for.) "What… what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I," he said, fully taking your hands with his, "would like to start over on a slightly different note. But if you don't feel the same, we can start wherever you're comfortable with."

It would be different, you realized. But it would be a good different, right?

You found your voice, curled your fingers around his in the space between you. "Okay."

His smile slowly widened, his eyes squinting into upturned crescent moons. "Okay?"

You nodded, returning the expression. "Let's start over on that different note."

The pizzeria was as alive as usual. It was warm, smelled like tomatoes and cheese and bread, and it was still your home away from home. You had just finished your break and were tying your apron back on when Dae bumped her hip against yours as she passed by with a tray of dirty dishes.

"Your banshees just got in," she said, before disappearing through the kitchen doors.

Your gaze went to the door where you found your five friends, and the additional three, who were filing in altogether. You made eye contact with one person in particular, his smile softening into something fond at the corners of his mouth. He lifted a hand in greeting, grabbing everyone else's attention as they said their hellos to you.

The eight of them made their way over to the round table in the back corner, piling into the chairs around it.

"Waitress! Waitress!" The hyena-like sound set off an alarm in your head and you came over to the table to give Changmin a stink eye. He grinned innocently. "Oh yay, it worked."

You gave him an unimpressed look. "You sound like a chihuahua."

"Joke's on you, I think chihuahuas are cute," he huffed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

You braced your hand on the back of Hyunjae's chair, the other one gently patting the top of his head. He acknowledged your greeting, his hand reaching up to cover yours on the chair back. "What's to drink, y'all?"

A chorus of beverages rang out, and you mentally counted the few repeats and the singles. You promised to be right back, and left to go grab them. As you went, you could hear your boys start up a lively debate about the multipurpose properties of the lemon. You wondered if that was what they had been bickering about on the car ride over here, and you heard Eric say something about lemons for cleaning; Juyeon just said lemonade; and Changmin said for inflicting "more pain." (No, you didn't want to know.)

When you returned to their table to pass out your drinks, you went around, leaving Hyunjae for last. You set his cup of coke in front of him and he passed you a smile.

"You're not gonna dump that on me, are you?" You asked, eyes narrowing playfully.

He grinned. "As long as you don't dump me, we're good."

Sunwoo made a face from across the table. "Yuck, get a room!"

Chanhee smacked him upside the head. "At least they have someone to be yucky with."

"This feels familiar somehow," Kevin pondered aloud. "Like déjà vu."

Jacob shrugged. "Maybe in another universe. I dunno, it seems like something we would have said to Sunwoo at some point."

"Hey!—"

You were halfway through a laugh when Hyunjae caught your attention, twisted around in his chair to smile up at you. "What's up?" You asked him.

His eyes, you could never get sick of his eyes. They glistened in the lighting here. "Nothing," he said swiftly, "I'm just… happy to be here." With you.

You understood, and you caught his hand on the back of the chair and gave him a little squeeze. "I'm happy you're here, too." It seemed that some things were just meant to come full circle.

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tangyangie · 2 years

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Hello can I request a short story of karma seeing reader at the old classroom of 3-E after 7 years (and that both of them having a crush on each other during their junior high) then they went inside and talked Abt the things they did back then and their memories (pls add sum sad parts) the classroom was filled with nostalgia then when it was time for the reader to go home karma stops them and told them Abt his feelings back then (basically a confession) then it's up to you

This idea has been stuck at my head for some time now

» a loving feeling →

character: karma

description: you and karma meet at the old campus after 7 years, and you both had a crush on each other during your time there. what do you talk about?

notes: EEEEE this is such a cute request!! sorry it's probably not great bc i've got a headache but i really enjoyed making this!!

also im pretty sure this is referencing the reunion too, but if it's not pls just tell me i'll totally make another!!

also thank you to the people for requesting!! i really enjoy making them even if i take a while to do it </3

"y/n!"

you hear a voice from behind you. turning around, you smile and run towards it.

"karma!!" you jump into his arms, as he laughs and spins you around while you muffle your giggling in his shoulder.

"it's been a while." you sigh, as he playfully set you down. he smiles at you. "yes, it has."

"come on, now. let's go see everyone else!" you exclaimed.

he sighs and shakes his head. "alright, alright."

you grab his hand and drag him along into the small building. there's a small party going on in one of the rooms, with food and drinks.

you see many of your old friends. some look a little different than before, such as nagisa, who finally cut his hair.

"guys!! hi!" you say, smiling as you stride into the room.

"hey, y/n! how's it going?" kataoka says.

you run over to your friends to catch up on everything that's happened for the past 7 years, as well as jesting them about their love lives.

"speaking of which, y/n, what about you?? did you finally find someone?" rio teases.

karma hears this, and instinctively listens closer.

you sigh theatrically, and place your hand upon your forehead while slightly leaning back.

"alas, i have not. i've been quite busy these past 7 years. i did so happen to ace my job interview, though!" you add in, slowly beginning to brag about the money you were getting.

rio chuckles. "well, at least we know you'll be fine even if you end up alone for the rest of your life!"

"hey!!" you laughed, gaping at her while dramatically holding your hand over your heart. "that hurts!" you frown.

"i doubt that." she teases, as you roll your eyes playfully and go get some refreshments.

rio walked over to karma, who had been listening intently the whole time. "you're not slick, karma. they totally saw you."

"hush, they did not!" he smirks.

"did too."

"did no—" rio interrupted him, shaking a finger in his face.

"anyways-- you should confess to them." she smiles.

"are you kidding? any feelings they might have had are definitely gone." he sighs.

"i don't think so," rio starts. "i think they're still into you."

karma grumbles something under his breath, looking away, and rio sighs playfully. "just give it some thought. if you decide you need help, i'll totally be your wingwoman!" she winks.

he just chuckles, and said, "sure, then. let's give them a shot."

»»»

about an hour had passed, and you decided you wanted to walk around the old campus. 7 years is a while, you wanted to see if anything had changed.

obviously, you invited karma to join you.

"come on, it'll be fun!"

he laughed and replied, "maybe i can throw myself off the cliff again!"

"karma!!" you shriek, doubling over in laughter. "that's not funny!"

"you're showing it very well." he says, giving you a thumbs up.

you grab his hand as you run around and observe all around the campus. it seems that most of the scenery has stayed the same.

you both recall funny memories, your old study areas, the place where you held your trainings, and more.

but of course, the most abundant being in your memories was korosensei.

"i still think about him, a lot." you say, brushing your hand against the ground as you sat down.

"..so do i." karma sighed, lowering down next to you. you both talk about him and remember all the memories. even though he was dead, he continued to have a happy place in your memories.

karma wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you continued to reminisce.

"he's the reason i was able to get this far in the first place. i owe him everything." you smile.

you both basked in the silence as you were overwhelmed by the nostalgia.

"hey, y/n, there's something i—"

"guys, come here! we've got cake!!" nagisa shouted from the campus.

"ooh, cake!!" you exclaimed, easily pulled away from the silence.

karma laughed and helped you up. you both walked back to the classroom, hand in hand.

after you had both gotten your cake slices, you went to go converse some more.

"so, how'd it go, loverboy?" rio smiles.

"didn't happen." he sighed.

"what?!" rio gawked at him. "after all my help??"

karma laughed. "what help??" he whispered. "you gave me a cookie and then kicked me in the deep end."

"i thought you already knew how to swim." she shrugged.

"can i have a snorkel?" he joked.

»»»

after a few more hours and activities, everyone had decided it was time to leave. you wanted to help clean up, so you decided to stay back and send everyone off.

little did you know, that karma had also decided to hang around.

"need some help?" he teased, seeing you struggle to get every single plate at once.

"would be nice," you smiled. he easily took the stack and carried them to the trash bin while you got a few paper towels to clean the tables. karma helped everywhere else.

after the cleaning, you swore the classroom looked cleaner than when you came.

"nice job, karma!! it looks great in here." you say proudly, with your hands on your hips. "we.. should probably get going now. i know you're pretty busy."

"sure, let's go." he smiles, scooping you up as you giggle.

he carries you to the front, while you groan, and tell him you forgot your things. he sets you down, and you run back inside as he leans against a tree while waiting for you.

his thoughts were running through his head. could they have noticed how nervous i've been today?? i've barely made any jokes at all.

i definitely need to tell them. right now.

you arrive again, ready to leave the school. "alright, karma. see you around!" you smile and begin to walk off.

although a little apprehensive, he stops you.

"wait, y/n." he says, with a smile on his face. "there was something i wanted to tell you earlier." he says.

"yeah, what's up?" you smirked.

slightly stuttering and breaking his usually chill persona, he started to speak.

"i.. i don't know if anyone told you this, but, i used to have a big crush on you. like, huge." he started.

you faced him, and crossed your arms and smiled. "really? i never noticed. tell me more." you teased him lightly.

he put his hands in his pockets. "so... you knew?" he said, feeling a little defeated.

"please, you were a junior high student. as slick as you thought you were, you were a little dumb." you joke.

"that's not very nice," he rolls his eyes dramatically. you laugh and take a few steps closer to him.

gently taking hold of his hands, you look into his eyes. "i knew the whole time. but, there's something i don't know now."

"if that happens to be a certain question, i think you might be in luck." he says.

"it seems you already know." you whisper, leaning a little closer.

"yes, y/n. i still very much like you." he sighs.

you tried to hide your excitement, but karma couldn't help but notice the sparkle in your eyes.

"then... would you mind if i--" you begin to say, but karma interrupted you.

karma gently brings you in and gives you a kiss.

you sigh softly into the kiss, relieved that he reciprocated your feelings. that have indeed been actively increasing over the years.

you slowly pull away. "maybe we'll be seeing each other more often than we think." you whisper.

"i'd like that a lot, i think." karma whispers back.

you walk back with him, hand in hand, with your minds more at peace than they've ever been in the past 7 years.

notes: ahh this is so cute i love it </3 i live for these kinds of confessions they're so heartwarming!!

anyways i'm really sorry it took so long!! i was really busy this week and had a lot of stuff i needed to do for school!!

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cupidjyu · 2 years

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he's hopeless!

juyeon x reader

genre: nerdy-shy-loser juyeon, coffeeshop!au, attempt at humor (im not funny), fluff, teasing, flirting, hyunric cameos, juyeon is SUCH a loser notes: i absolutely suck at writing kids so im sorry i couldn't implement that in the ending TT, i hope you enjoy this it was very fun to write!!! <333333333 also pls ignore any typos because i make very embarrassing ones word count: 3.1k

having a bad day was the least desired thing on your bucket list, yet it seemed to have happened multiple times this week. at this point, you were losing hope in ever obtaining happiness.

“you’re being dramatic,” hyunjae, your coworker, would say. “you literally just spilled a drop of coffee.”

working at a small coffee shop, you were bound to have bad days. though you enjoyed your job, it could be a bit frustrating. first, you had to deal with an extremely rude customer. she was a middle-aged lady who yelled at you simply for getting her name wrong. you had clenched your jaw dealing with her. then, you spilled a whole cup of mocha and the towels had run out so you had to run across the whole place, just to clean up the mess, leaving you breathless.

“i mean,” you grumbled. “all i do is do my job. i want to have a normal day, is that so much to ask for?” you complained to hyunjae, angrily wiping at the counters as he stared at you with amusement. “this isn’t funny, jae.”

“i never said it wa-”

you were both interrupted by the sound of the bell, signaling a new customer. you didn’t bother to look up, but you felt your coworker nudge you by the shoulder.

“isn’t that your favorite regular?” he jerked his head to where there was a tall man approaching the counter. your eyes brightened and you practically threw the towel at hyunjae, making him scramble to catch it.

“maybe,” you smirked slightly. “my day just got ten times better.”

“good luck with that,” hyunjae jested as he left into the kitchen.

juyeon smiled at the sight of you as he walked over in a sort of awkward manner.

“hi,” he said, his voice deep yet usually quiet and calm. you loved the sound of it.

“hey, my favorite customer,” you smiled, leaning over the counter and tilting your head. “i missed you.”

he immediately blushed, his cheeks flushing red, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. he was wearing his usual sort of attire: a long, dark overcoat to accompany him in the cold weather and your favorite thing, which was the cutest thin-framed silver glasses, perched on his nose.

he was the epitome of your ideal type. the nerdy type, you liked to call it. you loved the awkward type of people who were kind, had glasses, tall, fluffy hair, and a pretty, cat-like face. your ideal type was juyeon.

“why weren't you here yesterday?” you asked, frowning slightly. you thought for a second and let out a dramatic gasp. “don’t tell me… you were sick!” his eyes widened and he immediately shook his head no but, you ignored him. “i would have tooken care of you, you know.”

he choked on air, blinking at you, “what? i’m sick!” he fumbled over his words. “i mean, i- i’m not sick. you don’t have to take care of me…” he mumbled, his ears red now. “i was actually… at a florist shop.”

“you sure?” you scrunched your nose at him, teasingly. but it was then that you noticed one arm which was always behind his back. you looked at him. “so what’re you holding?”

instead of answering, he just stood there frozen. you stared back at him with confusion. and then suddenly, a whole run-on sentence was being forced out of his mouth, his words fast and hard to comprehend.

“i was window shopping and i stopped at this florist shop and i got this rose since it reminded me of you so-” he was blushing even more, if that was possible, as he shoved it in your hands.

“oh-” you stuttered, trying to reply but he was already turning on his heels and hurrying out of the place. “juyeon!” but he was long gone. you peered at the rose in your hand. it was white and beautiful, shining in the afternoon light. you sighed, disappointed that you couldn’t thank him for it.

juyeon leaned against the wall, heart beating fast. he took a deep breath and pulled out his phone to text eric.

juyeon: i did it

eric: did you say anything after?

juyeon: …

eric: u ran away didnt u

juyeon: …….

eric: you’re hopeless

juyeon: i know

he set his head backward, slightly hitting his head against the brick wall, making him flinch. his heart was still thumping and it has been for a while. juyeon is, to put it simply, hopelessly in love with you. he thought that you were an angel when he first walked into that coffee shop and he couldn’t help but fall further when he met your kind, yet teasing personality. oh, juyeon was so in love with you.

he just hoped that anyone else won’t notice how bad he has it for you. he really hoped.

“he definitely likes you,” hyunjae stated, walking out of the kitchen. he must’ve been spying on the conversation this whole time. this was his sort of entertainment.

“i know,” you sighed, smiling as you twisted the rose between your fingers.

hyunjae looked at you, surprised. “wait, what? you know?”

you shrugged, “yeah, it’s kind of obvious, no?” you gently placed the rose down, making a mental note to bring it home and put it in a pretty vase.

“and you don’t do anything about it,” the taller man deadpanned, looking at you with interrogating eyes.

you groaned, peering out the windows in hopes that he would come back, “look, i’m figuring it out okay?”

the next day, for no particular reason, you decided to change up your outfit and hair, since where you worked didn’t require a certain uniform. you didn’t think too much of it. at most, it would be hyunjae’s annoying remark, “are you here to impress anyone?”

when juyeon walked in at the usual time, you noticed how wide his eyes were as he walked over to the counter to order.

“hey juyeon,” you waved, smiling sweetly. “want the usual? iced americano?”

he was frozen, again. his lips were parted but without speaking a single word.

“...juyeon?”

“hm?” he blinked. “yes, yes, sure. whatever you want-”

“this is your order,” you deadpanned, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“ah,” he laughed sheepishly, fumbling with his own fingers nervously. “right, you just… you look nice today.”

you paused, your hand floating in midair over the cash register. you started to feel your face get hot because frankly, he was never usually this bold.

“o-oh,” you smiled, cursing at yourself for stuttering. “thank you.”

“actually!” he blurted out, a bit too loud, making some customers turn their heads. he cringed and quieted down. “are you- are you… um- are you free this weeken-”

you were practically leaning over the counter, so excited to say yes to his offer of a date but then-

your phone rang with a text message. juyeon inhaled a sharp breath as he glanced at your lit-up phone nervously. you chose to ignore it and turned back to him, waiting expectedly for him to ask again.

but instead, he coughed awkwardly.

“you must be busy,” he pursed his lips, adjusting his glasses. “right, see you tomorrow!” and then he was running away again, just like before.

“wait!” you called out to him. people turned their heads again, making you duck your head in embarrassment. you frowned and looked at the text message. it was from hyunjae.

hyunjae: chocolate is on sale at this store. u want?

you slammed your phone down and cursed your beloved friend in your head. there goes your chance of going on a date with him.

you: i hate u

hyunjae: what the hell

eric: did you ask them?

juyeon sighed, shaking his head in defeat.

juyeon: i chickened out

eric: !!! 🤬🤬🤬🤬you really are hopeless

juyeon is hopeless, you concluded.

so, you decided to take matters into your own hands and actually do something about his horrible pining. you knew that if you didn’t, there would be absolutely no progress.

“he’s a loser,” hyunjae would tell you.

“a cute loser,” you would reply back.

the next day, in his coffee cup, you very neatly wrote your number along with a small, short message.

i’m not that oblivious ju, give me a call sometime <3

again, the tall and attractive man strolled in. this time, he wore once again, that same long overcoat that complemented his tall height.

“hey!” you greeted happily. “i got your order ready early.”

he looked at you surprised. you smiled, he really did look like an attentive cat.

“thank you,” he gently spoke. you always loved the way he spoke. it was soft and could make almost anyone relax just at the tone of it.

you were about to hand the cup to him before you quickly snatched it away. he let out a small bewildered noise as he looked at you with slight confusion.

“say juyeon…” you looked at him mischievously.

“hm?” he hummed, his voice wavering a bit at your intense eye contact.

“you like someone, don’t you?”

you could see all the color drain from his face. his face twitched with anxiousness as he struggled to keep eye contact with you. “me?”

“who else?” you giggled.

he was a nervous wreck, as he rapidly wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes. “liking anyone?” he adjusted his glasses again: a nervous quirk of his. “no- i- just… i uh- no i don’t.”

you smiled, “are you one hundred percent certain?” you handed him the cup without letting him answer. he gulped as he was about to turn around.

“juyeon.”

he whipped around.

“i’ll see you later?” you winked, making him flush red.

“tomorrow, right?” he asked. “since i’m a regular here.”

“no, no,” you shook your head. “perhaps… outside of this coffee shop for once?”

he blinked, not processing your words. but then it did after a few moments, his body going rigid.

“wait, what?” he squawked, his voice oddly high-pitched. but you had already left to prepare another order.

as he was walking out of the door, he went to take a sip of his drink. in the corner of his eye, he noticed some handwriting on the side of his cup in thick, black marker.

he read it.

and just like that, he was hopeless again. he dropped his coffee on the ground. but he didn’t care for that, as he fumbled for his phone. his hands were shaking too much, so he chose to call his friend instead of texting.

as soon as he picked up, juyeon rambled.

“eric, eric, eric, eric.”

“what?” eric whined. he must’ve been in the middle of something.

“i won the lottery,” juyeon spoke excitedly.

“wait, actually? how much money?”

juyeon didn’t bother to correct him.

“i got y/n’s number.”

a beep sounded through his phone. eric hung up.

sometime later on in the night, you were relaxing at home, watching some random show on the TV. the drama was just getting good but then, you suddenly got a call from an unknown number.

you didn’t usually pick up calls from unknown numbers but you had an inkling of who it was. so, taking the risk, you picked up the call, bringing the phone to your ear.

you chose not to talk first until you heard something.

“hello?” spoke a deep voice on the other line. you brightened, sitting up in bed. it was definitely a familiar voice.

…

“juyeon?”

immediately, a muffled scream sounded through your phone's speaker. you fell back onto the bed, kicking your legs with laughter. it took a while for juyeon to speak again as you could still hear him freaking out. you even heard a glass object fall to the ground, making you wince.

he took in a deep breath, “so, i saw your number on the ice cream–i mean—the coffee cup! and…”

“mmm?” you waited patiently.

“i thought that i’d give you a call because you’re really nice to me,” he rushed his words once again, his sentence almost incomprehensible.

“oh!” you smiled giddily to yourself. “of course.”

there was another scream.

when you were sure he was finally calm, you decided to rush things forward a bit. or actually, a lot.

“yes, juyeon,” you giggled. “i’d love to go out with you. make sure to text me the place and time.” without letting him give a reply, you hung up and laughed evilly to yourself.

meanwhile, juyeon simply stared at his phone. then, he let out an oddly pitched squeak as he threw his phone on the ground. then, he climbed into the sheets of his bed to kick his legs around, covering his blushing face with his large hands.

after a few more minutes of freaking out like an insane man, he jumped out of the bed, tripping over the blankets. he was almost about to land face-first on the ground if it weren’t for his hands catching them. he scrambled for his phone which he was very glad didn’t break after being thrown.

and no, he didn’t text the place and time just yet. instead, he called eric.

“whaaaat,” eric whined. “i’m in a game with sunwoo. can’t this wait?”

“we’re going on a date,” juyeon exclaimed, his heart thumping faster and faster.

“really?” juyeon could hear eric’s controller fall to the floor. “what? that’s amazing! where do you plan on going?”

“i know exactly,” juyeon replied with pride. “it’s at this beautiful restaurant.”

“that’s great, i wish you luck. just make sure that you dress wel- juyeon?”

juyeon was still rambling on and on, “...and our wedding! our wedding is going to be at-” the man was interrupted by yet another beeping noise.

eric hung up again.

sunwoo: where’d you go

eric let out a disappointed sigh, thumping his head on the keyboard, making it type a bunch of random letters.

eric: WLK@J#J$&%^

sunwoo: what

eric: juyeon’s such an odd guy i cant deal with him

sunwwo: why what happened

eric: love happened . hes already thinking bout marriage

you took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of your clothes with sweaty hands. you didn’t know why you felt so nervous all of a sudden. it was just juyeon, the guy who would come into the coffee shop with a bright smile each day. he’s the guy who would quirk his head when he was the slightest bit confused and he’s the guy who would blush adorably when you so much as complimented him. he’s the same guy who-

okay so maybe that’s why you were so nervous.

juyeon showed up right on time with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. he was dressed nicely, his hair actually styled, making him look so charming that you felt your legs go weak. he spotted you and smiled, giving a cute wave.

he handed you the flowers and even mumbled a quiet, “you look beautiful” so that only you could hear it. then, as the gentleman he was, he pulled out the chair for you to sit.

“these flowers also reminded me of you,” he explained with a sheepish smile.

you smiled softly, “thank you.”

the date went well. it went so well that you were sure that you would never have such an amazing one like this. you felt comfortable with juyeon and besides his shy personality, he was a very calming person to be with. though he still fumbled with his words cutely sometimes.

“can i try your glasses?” you leaned over the table with interest.

“oh?” he couldn’t help the smile growing on his lips. “sure.” he took them off, wiped the lens, and handed it to you. but instead of actually putting it on, you were frozen with disbelief as you peered at juyeon with a shocked face.

“y/n?”

“it’s crazy how you look good with or without glasses,” you gazed at him in awe.

he didn’t say anything, just blushed furiously as he shoved them in your hand.

“just… try it on already,” he muttered. and so you did.

“so?” you posed. “what do you think?”

“wow, you look great,” he said with a horribly obvious nonchalant tone of voice. you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. he was squinting, trying to look at you. ah. you mentally slapped yourself. he probably has bad eyesight.

“you can’t even see my face can you?”

“nope.”

after the date, you didn’t want to leave. you wanted to stay with him for the rest of the night, talking about whatever topic. but much to your dismay, the two of you were now stopped in front of your house.

he walked you to your front door as you clutched the flowers in your hand.

“this was so fun, ju,” you said with utter sincerity. you looked at him with a wide smile which he returned, his eyes soft on you.

“it was for me too,” he softly replied.

and then it was silent. with your heart thumping, something came over you as you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

his eyes widened and his mouth clamped shut to conceal the surprised sound escaping him. he gulped as he whipped his head to the side to avoid your teasing eyes.

“you…” he was at a loss for words as his ears turned red, this time not from the cold weather.

“bye, juyeon,” you giggled, pushing him playfully to turn around.

“w-wait,” he stammered. he swiftly turned around and leaned down. he paused just at your cheek before slowly pressing his lips to your skin. you couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling.

“see you tomorrow,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his waist. his arms came around you, holding you tightly.

as he was walking back, he paused to wave at you with a lovesick smile. you waved back with the exact same grin. and then you witnessed him trip on the sidewalk. you winced.

you: you’re right he is a loser

hyunjae: told you so

you: i love him

“hey,” you plopped next to him on the couch as you immediately went to rest your head against his chest.

“hi my love,” he naturally said.

“oh?” you turned to him with a sly smile. “pet names now?”

he smiled shyly, “what about it?”

“remember when you couldn’t even have a conversation with me back then?” you poked his cheek.

his glared with an adorable pout, “look that was way before…”

“are you saying you’re not shy anymore?” you teased.

“yes,” he confidently said. and without a word, you leaned in and pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss. when you pulled away, you could see his cheeks were tinted pink once again as his breath stuttered against your lips.

“liar.”

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