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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: confrontation, angst, highschool au, reader is named & afab

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➤ chapter 36 (back to chapters)

highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: FLUFF, comfort, incy-wincy angst, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Like that one S.E.S song, "Funny how all dreams come true..."

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You were peeking through your bedroom window, waiting for San to pull up at your front porch. Right when you saw his car from a distance, you began to head down to the living room. You felt happy, excited, anxious, and terrified at the same time. You knew San would be nothing but a sweetheart, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’ve been quite selfish, keeping your feelings and thoughts to yourself, all for your own sake.

You were just standing in front of the door, waiting for San to knock. You wanted to go out to greet him and hug him again, but the guilt in you was eating you up. 

“Knock-knock! This is San!” his voice sounded from the other sound of the door, soft, but loud enough to call for attention. 

You opened the door, a little slower than you had intended. It made the moment seem like it was straight out of a movie. The moment San saw you, he couldn’t help but reach out, laying both of his hands on your sides with the most gentle touch you’ve ever felt. He wanted to bring himself closer to you, to bury you in his embrace, but he was unsure of what you were feeling. 

“Come in, San.” you tell him, stepping aside so he could walk in.

You both settled on the couch, sitting next to each other with a few inches of distance. He observed you for a while, his eyes tracing the lines that make up your face, every curve and wrinkle. He could never get used to how perfect you are, to him, that’s all you are. Perfection, everywhere.

“San?” your soft voice pulled him out of his reverie.

He shook his head just slightly, sitting up and leaning closer to you. “Sab. Whatever you want to say to me, just say it. I’ll listen to you.” His voice was so gentle and careful, like he was afraid that you’d break if he said anything wrong.

You contemplated for a while, going back to all the things you’ve talked about to your friends, to Wooyoung. Then, you were finally able to speak. Your voice was faint at first, but after seeing nothing but concern in his expression, you were able to properly grasp on your thoughts. You told him about everything. Everything. From Ashe dming you on X, and all the events that led up to today. The anxiety bottled up inside of you that you thought would consume you whole disappeared in an instant once San brought himself closer, engulfing you with a warm embrace. 

He ran his fingers through your hair with such delicate motions, laying his head against yours. “I liked you for who you are, Sabrina. Not just your looks, not just the surface level things…” he pauses, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You understand me, you accept me like no one else does. You care about what I might feel about everything, and… and I love you for that.”

Your eyes were wide open from hearing his words, allowing for the tears you’ve been fighting back to fall freely. “You… love me?” you asked him in a faint whisper, feeling like you were stuck in a daydream.

“Yeah. I’ve told you that through message, haven’t I?” he chuckled softly, his fingers now leisurely toying with the strands of your hair. “I’m in love with you. It’s something I thought I’ve before, but with you, it feels so different —so right.” he chuckles again, moving his head, just enough to peek at your face. “It’s so hard to explain, and I know it doesn’t make sense now… but I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you.” 

It was like the whole world was on pause for the two of you as you met his eyes. You were both so entranced with each other. This feels right to me to —you answered him in your mind, and he must’ve read through you, because slowly, his head began moving, the proximity between your faces increasing by the second. It all felt like a dream, and you wanted it to feel real. And so, you closed the gap yourself, meeting his lips in a soft kiss. All you could focus on was each other, and it just felt so right and so real.

You both pulled away at the same time, looking into each other's eyes as if you could only see each other, blind to the rest of the world. 

“I love you too.” your soft murmur made San melt in the inside, and he’d pull you close, trapping you in his arms once more. 

Later on, you two would be in your room, on your bed. He knew he shouldn’t stay out too late, but he couldn’t help it. Everything that’s been said and done had him in shackles, and he didn’t want to escape at all. 

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: angst, comfort, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» I'm sorry, I'm listening to Joji rn.

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💽 ; ATEEZ as author's favorite songs

( ATEEZ × gn!reader )

contains: fluffy-fluff, angst, cursing, (slightly) obsessive behavior, drinking and smoking (very brief), one itsy-bitsy suggestive joke

a/n: this was not based off of the members' personalities whatsoever, I just kinda shuffled my playlist and wrote these short stories and assigned them to whichever member I felt like assigning it to.

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Hongjoong [ Will He — Joji ]

There’s been a phenomenon with Hongjoong’s songs. Fans have been noticing some sort of storyline, but it’s continuous throughout every release.  “Will he play you those songs… just the way that I did?” —you received a three-minutes and twenty-two seconds voicemail from a number left unnamed in your heart and mind, and named Hongjoong in your contacts. It was the first night of winter, marks the first year ever since the day you’ve said goodbye to the long hours of yearning for someone who seemed to love the idea of spending his time in his shitty studio and earning to get it fixed to fit the luxury of his dreams, more than he’d ever love you. And now he’s got those luxuries, but those were not the core of his dreams after all. The gist of his dreams now saw him as a stranger, covering their ears whenever they heard his songs, clearing that nickname he had on their contacts that meant something deeper than the Pacific. 

You knocked thirteen times —thirteen times and he was the one scowling once the door was opened. He had expected you to wait, to sit on the couch, make love to him after a long day of work, but he never knew that an hour after opening that door, he’d be all alone in his studio.  “Let’s break up.” was the last thing he expected to hear from his loving, caring, and warm-hearted lover.  “Y/n…” but what was he supposed to say? To do?  It was only then that he’d realize how much of a fuck-up he’d been in your relationship. A dozen missed calls, messages left on delivered for more than twenty-four hours. Who wouldn’t get tired of him and his unwavering passion for music. “You listen to your own music more than you listen to me.” the tinge of red that colored the inside of your eyes and the tears that threatened to fall at any moment were enough to break him. “Y/n… I love you… I-I’m sorry—” “And you love your music too, don’t you? Why don’t you ask it to be your girlfriend then?” 

It’s been a year, and surely, you still heard his songs everywhere. And that three-minute long voicemail was his new song, and it was all about you. Again. Your new significant other was not oblivious of this, and Hongjoong was not oblivious of them either. Somehow, he’s managed to find out you were involved with someone new. It was a good thing and a bad thing all at once. Maybe it was a sign, a driving force for him to finally forget about you, or it could be the beginning of the end, smoking and drinking away as he authored songs about you, and this person who stole you from him. 

I don’t love you anymore, Joong.  He didn’t know what hurt him more. The fact that you’ve repeated those same words a hundred times for a year now, or your use of the nickname only you would call him when you were still together. Well at least it’s only through text —was the most light-hearted thought he had about your reply to his three-minute voicemail. But that didn’t answer his question, did it. Will he, Y/n? Will he?

Seonghwa [ Falling Behind — Laufey ]

Seonghwa felt stupid for stalling so much, thinking of the most cliché solutions to the burning fire in his heart. It’s your fault —is the first thing that comes to mind whenever he sees you, whenever his insides are set to flames from the mere sound of your voice. And now, he's finally gonna tell you. He knew where you lived, how could he not when he was the one who sold that house to you? 

A real estate agent who was a hopeless romantic. He was nearing thirty-five, thirty-two and has yet to find the love of his life. Surely he’d be fine till he reaches thirty-eight, but the sad truth of it all started dawning on him. One night at the bar ago, he was having the night of his life with his friends, all within his age-group, and all with lovers. But not him. He was free to mingle, free to ask whichever person caught his attention, “How old are you?” “Twenty-two.” “Oh, me? I’m twenty-five.” “Twenty-seven.” —there were varying answers, and the people above twenty-seven? They weren’t single.  He heard his most desired answer outside the bar, a week later, at the house his boss wanted him to get rid of. “I’m thirty-two.” but you were his client, and he had to keep things professional and not react like a hormonal teenage boy, because you were single too. He admired how well-kept you were, and envied how much better you were at handling being single. He was with you throughout the whole process of purchasing the house, and when you saw the guy you liked on a date and cried at the backyard with a bottle of wine. It was the last day of the transaction. Seonghwa was supposed to ask you out too since he figured he might not have any more excuses to see you after the transaction. But when he saw you with dried streaks of tears and that wine that tastes like shelf dust to him, all he could do was sit next to you and have you in his arms as you told him about that ‘asshole’. Now he’s in front of your doorstep, and with the ring of the doorbell, you showed up. But he hated that that ‘asshole’ had to show up too. He wanted to punch him, to ask you why that jerk had his arm around your waist. But you looked so happy. It’s only been two weeks since he’s tasted that shelf dust wine, and you already have this guy in your house. “He apologized, and it was his sister after all.” yeah, no shit.  He hated that you had to invite him to your backyard to come eat barbeque with them. Barbeque? And what else, that musty wine? —yet, he was now seated at the table with you and your fiancé. And he thought it couldn’t get any worse. He looked up at the sky for a moment, and he chuckled to himself. You and that asshole were like the sun and the sky, and he was the clouds, all kept to himself.  When the asshole went off into the house to get whatever Seonghwa didn’t care about, you told him, “I never expected for it to come to this… so fast.”  Now he chuckled at you, but he kept his eyes on the sky. “I was feeling hopeless. These days it just seems like… everybody’s falling in love, you know?” “Yeah.” he laughed, finally looking at you. But you would never be able to tell if it was real. “And I’m falling behind.”

Yunho [ Valentine — Laufey ]

Strong, independent, and full of wisdom. Such an admiring sight, even more so for Yunho. You were an admiring sight. When the holidays came rolling around, he was back home, and this girl from the law school he attended had been the cup of tea in conversations with his parents and his younger brother who wanted nothing more than for him to shut up. But he was just a man, and he wondered what it was like to be with you beyond your shared classes and the mock case trials.  Finally, you had room to breathe, holidays were over and you were finally away from the jarring jabs of your nosy relatives, “testing” your “lawyer skills”, or capabilities rather. Not like law school was entirely pleasant, you still had Jeong Yunho to deal with. But at least he wasn’t a complete stick up your ass, unlike your relatives. Jeong Yunho was annoyingly witty, but at the same time reliable. Your daily bickering set your blood to simmer everytime, but it was the highlight of his day, you could tell. But that’s just him, he’s like that to everybody. And he was your friend, one of the very few you had.  Well, that was until, “Will you be my valentine?” —God, how you hated the month of love. It was torturously beautiful to see the couples making out in the most open spaces possible, the daunting public display of affection, or sometimes sharing an innocent hug or crying or laughing at each other’s faces. You never understood the function of it all for humanity, fortunately —or unfortunately— for you, Yunho was there to teach you. “Me? You want me, of all people?” he laughed at your face, but it was the way he asked for your hand and bowed his head that led you to smack him.  “I’m serious!” but I don’t know how… “I just want you… as my valentine. That’s all I ask.” You tried to argue again, but somehow this was a case you couldn’t win. On the evening of Valentine's Day, you sat on a bench next to him, holding a bouquet of your favorite porch flowers, and a teddy bear. Cliché —you thought, but you were smiling and blushing like an idiot the whole day after he touched your hands to help you aim at the shooting booth, and when his lips almost touched your cheek in the photo booth, and when he bought you one of those color-coded bracelets that had corresponding meanings —he got you red, “Wait, why red?” “Huh?” he asked you back, but he heard your question. It was loud and clear in his mind, like the beats of his heart.  “Why red? Red means—” “I love you —fuck,” you were visibly shocked by the revelation —and the way he cursed under his breath. “I’m in love with you, Y/n.” Fuck, what do I say? “Um… thanks?” He was a bit hurt with that, but he knew that behind all that intellect was a lack of sense when it came to love. “You’re welcome.” his voice had gone quiet, and his smile was unlike the playful ones you’ve always gotten. Well, shit. You were suddenly realizing how much he meant to you, and how you were always secretly waiting for him to “torment” you everyday. “I think… I love you too.” And for sure, the day ended with him saying, “I can’t believe I get to call you mine.” and all you did was blink, and for the first time ever, you had a Valentine.

Yeosang [ sweetener — Ariana Grande ]

The life of an unemployed, depressed, disoriented, and lonely — not completely, because today you were sitting in your best friend’s, on grand opening day.  “No, no. I’m not here to borrow money. I already owe you a lot.” you tell your best friend as you sip on the coffee she gave you for free. “I’m here for emotional support.” She snorted, it was all light-hearted fun, but you could’ve broken her nose, if it weren’t for the face-wrinkling bitterness of the coffee she gave you. “And your therapist?” she asks before laughing at the way your face turned sour from the taste of the coffee. “I can’t even afford one.” you hissed at the unpleasant attack on your taste buds, to which your best friend responded to by calling over one of the baristas. “Yeosang, can you give my girl some sweetener for her coffee?” when the barista went to your table and smiled at the both of you, you felt like you didn’t need any more sweetener.  And of course your best friend laughed and teased you for being attracted to one of her employees, not like you could care. After a while of considering therapy, you’d seek it, but it’d be at your best friend’s café. The baristas assumed you were always there because you were close with the owner, while that was true, there was another reason.  “Extra sweetener, as usual?” It’s been a month, and the sugar packets you got from Yeosang helped you more than your old therapist’s notes.  He was noticing you too, and so far, you’ve been his favorite reason to not skip work, all while he’s been a reason for you to do better and actually find a job. Luckily for you, your best friend lost one of her cashier’s. You were up for the job. Coincidence or not, both parties were thankful that your shifts aligned with each other. You were definitely not losing your job anytime soon.  However, dealing with various “breeds” of customers is never easy. You have the daily “Where”, “What”, and “Why”s from customers who can’t be tamed with talk. One day it became too much, and you came wandering at the back of the establishment with a lit cigarette in between your middle and index fingers. Your shift mate caught up to you, of course. He saw every customer interaction, and the way the genuinity of your smile faded gradually as the day progressed. “Coffee?” you jolted from where you stood, because you swore you were sneaky enough to not get noticed with your pack of smoke on your way to the back. “I thought you were quitting smoking.” He held out a small cup of coffee. He had always known you needed extra sugar, so all you did was sip. “I’m trying.” but then the coffee was bitter, as bitter as the first coffee you’ve ever had in that café. “It’s bitter.” Your eyes stayed on the cup for a short while before facing him, you were just gonna ask if he had already added sweetener, and if he hadn’t you’d just ask him for it. He didn’t add any, and for a reason. He’d give you that sweetener though, just not in the way you’d expect. The sweetener was pure sugar, ecstasy, and in the form of his lips. A kiss. It lasted for a while, and it’s been almost an hour since the end of your shift. “Is this your way of getting me to quit smoking altogether?” you were breathless from his kiss. And he was too, but somehow he managed to laugh and tell you, “You don’t like bitter things but you love to smoke.” Not anymore. Because he’s here now. And he’ll bring the bitter taste to a halt. “You’re my favorite sweetener, you know that?” and that night, you were smoking something else.

(a/n: this kinda suck LOL. sorry for the last bit for yeosang's i'm in a silly goofy mood — also i'm so in love with him wtf???? and yeah, i'm a seonghwa biased lmaooo)

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hypothesis || smau — c.s, j.wy

➤ chapter 34 (back to chapters)

highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, fluff, angst, pining, lying (spot it), highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Angel?

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, fluff, angst, lying (don't be compulsive liars babes), highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Flowers over friendship.

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“Sup, Sab.” Wooyoung got up from your living room couch, walked up to you with his hand up, waiting for you to give him a high-five.

You, of course, gave it to him, like always. “Well, this was a surprise.”

He chuckled, and was thinking of ruffling your hair, but he didn’t do that because you probably spent time on it. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let’s get you to school, pretty.”

The two of you said your farewells to your mom who sent the pair of you off to the front door. Wooyoung had his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you off the front porch, and when you were off the gate, his hands were off of you too, just walking beside you on the way to the bus stop.

And of course, the trip to school was no silent journey. You were both babbling at each other with the occasional bickering. You two had some catching up to do. You were beginning to get used to sticking around San with Wooyoung just hovering around and eventually disappearing to be with Jia, and this was the first time in a while that you two were left alone. It was just like before, for you, at least. Wooyoung still can’t stand how you’re telling him stories about you and San’s little ventures. He joked and smiled at your stories, but deep down he wished he was the guy in them. But then, you were talking about your insecurities again, insecurities regarding your relationship with San — one that wasn’t even labeled yet. Wooyoung felt bad for you, wanting to just hug you and keep you to himself forever. It should’ve been that way — he thought to himself, but all he could do was lend a friendly hand on your shoulder.

Once at school, you were met with the thought of finding San and talking to him, being honest with him about everything. But it was hard. And oddly enough, San was nowhere to be found, and you were with Wooyoung most of the day. You two were laughing and messing around, and eventually he’d mention San because he was just as confused as you are with San’s absence. You’d brush it off saying San must be sick or handling family matters, and Wooyoung, well… he salvaged the opportunity, lulling your thoughts away from San. 

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, angst, pining, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Who's pining? I don't know, maybe both. *shrugs*

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contains: humor, heavy cursing, jealousy, angst, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Happy Birthday, Sabrina.

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Normally, your birthday would be the best day of the year, being spent with your family and your friends. Now, you’re thinking maybe it’d be better if your mother hadn’t convinced you to throw a bigger party. She argued it should be extra special since it was your “last birthday as a highschooler” —all your mom’s words, of course.

San had gone early in the morning, insisting that he’d help with the preparations. He showed up uninvited, not that anyone would complain. He was very much welcome in your home. 

Then when the party was only less than an hour away, he approached you from behind, arms wrapped around your smaller figure. He whispers, “Wooyoung messaged me. There’s something important you need to know.”

As a natural reaction, you brought your head to the side, just enough to see his face. “What did he say?”

San pauses for seconds one hand can count before telling you, “I’ll show you our messages.”

Your initial reaction was just playful speculation, you thought maybe this must be a part of some surprise scheme they planned out, and you still thought that while reading into it, well, not until you read Ashe’s name. Her, again? —was all you could think. And she was coming to your birthday party. 

“Hey, angel. Are you okay? I can tell Ashe to—”

“To leave? No, she went all the way here to enjoy a party.” you laughed a little to cover up the clouds of worries that built up in your head. “No, no it’s okay. She’s very nice, you know?”

San was, of course, confused. He knew you knew who Ashe was, he told you that himself, what he didn’t understand was why you’d come up and say that ‘she’s nice’. “You two talked?”

“Yeah. Just about random things. We’re so much alike, it turns out.” you gave him that faint little laugh again, and at that point San’s arms went loose around you, and you’d escape his grasp and sit on the couch, now on your phone. 

San was working the gears in his head. He has no idea what Ashe told you or what she was on about, but he was scared. He sat next to you on the couch, staring at you for God knows how long, but it was surely long enough for Ashe to show up at your doorstep. 

And God, she was even prettier in real life —ironic, because that’s exactly what she said when she first saw you. It was like your minds truly were one and the same. We’re so much alike, which must've been why San liked me.

“You know, it’s quite nice to have a friend that I relate to so much.” says Ashe who didn’t know how depressing your thoughts had become ever since she’s gotten to your house.

Still, you gave her a smile, which was genuine enough for her to smile back, and in your mind it looked like one of those supervillain smiles. “Yeah, it’s very nice.” that sounded kinda forced, so you spoke again. “Hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, believe me.” her chuckled made you want to backflip to her face. “I’m having so much fun.”

She must’ve been, because you saw her talking to San at the corner later that day. San was facing away from you, but you could see Ashe smiling, and you could see her hand too, touching his shoulder like she’s playing with clay or something. 

All of that happened while Wooyoung was at the other corner —more accurately with the rest of the others— observing you. His eyes went from San and Ashe to you every two seconds, and eventually they would stay on you, just watching how dejected your expression had become. He knew there was something wrong, but he suspected it a while back, he just didn’t want to interfere or be nosy, anyways he didn’t want to be the cause of your relationship with San.

But now he feels guilty. Maybe he should’ve told Ashe to fuck off —which was what his impulse was telling him— or maybe some other nicer way to tell her to go away. But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he just let it happen. 

The day was about to end when Wooyoung asked if he could talk to you, and just you. Of course you agreed, you had no reason not to. You were smiling until you heard him say, “I’m sorry.”

His apology got you shaking your head. “No wait, why are you apologizing?”

“I’m the reason why Ashe got here. I’m sorry.” His repeated apology only glossed your eyes with a thin layer of water.

“Stop apologizing, Woo. It’s…” Wooyoung was visibly worried, stepping a little closer till he could tell you were about to break down. 

“It’s…?” His voice was so soft, and so patient that you managed to voice out a reply. 

“It’s hurting me that-that San’s ex is too similar to me and I hate it. I think… I think San only likes me because…” you didn’t have to finish your sentence, Wooyoung had already pulled you into his arms, gently stroking the small space of your back.

Wooyoung didn’t know for sure, but maybe it was true. After all, San’s liking towards you seemed so sudden to him, especially since San has always known that he liked you for quite some time now. Wooyoung didn’t know Ashe personally, they were never close like that, but he trusted you. 

Your back was turned away from the door when San came out from it and was stopped in his tracks at the sight of Wooyoung and the girl he’s fallen for in his arms. He kept his eyes on you, face painted with worry. He was gonna speak, but then he saw Wooyoung’s face. He didn’t look angry, but he was surely not happy to see San. Instead of making a scene, San left and closed the door, just enough for you to hear. 

You were about to pull away from Wooyoung and check the door, but then Wooyoung kept you in place. “Your mom just came in to check on you.” he whispered, smiling down at you. 

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» Wooyoung is back in the scene people, move your ass.

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A few days later…

Even with the attempts of distracting yourself away from the thoughts that arose in your mind a few days prior, it was just so hard when you kept seeing Ashe in your X feed after being mutual with her in the app. She was flawless almost, sometimes even posting about the little things like a new book purchase and her café order. You just couldn’t help but think how damn good her book choice was and how you have the same book in your wishlist and how the matcha latte and raspberry tart she posted was your favorite, and go-to order. 

You couldn’t get it off your head. Every time you talk to San, you can’t help but wonder if he talked the same way to Ashe, or if Ashe responded the same way you did. 

You wouldn’t notice it, but San observed some changes in your behavior. Somehow he sees you being a little less open nowadays, which was the complete opposite of what he was aiming for. When he’d ask you what the problem was, there was always an excuse for you to keep that info away from him. He was worried, but didn’t wanna push you either. 

Today, you sat with San in the library, waiting for Wooyoung to arrive. You guys were finally about to finish your thesis paper. 

“Excited for your birthday tomorrow?” you averted your eyes from your laptop screen and brought your attention to San.

A soft chuckle escaped your mouth when you saw San’s smiley face. “Yeah. I’m pretty excited. Mom’s really thrilled to have you guys.” 

San couldn’t help but chuckle as well, bringing his arm around your shoulder. “I’m thrilled to meet your family.”

San waited for you to say anything, or react more, but when he saw the faint smile on your face, his thoughts ran like a bullet train. And God knows what he was thinking, but it was for sure not about meeting your family.

“I wonder where Wooyoung is. He’s twenty minutes late.” your silent mumble pulled San out of his thoughts. 

“He’ll be here soon. I think he’s with Jia right now.” he responded. 

“Oh, yeah. Let me message him then.”

San couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that you and Wooyoung were back at being BFFs, and he watched you as you messaged Wooyoung. He was relieved that you were smiling the whole time as you messaged him, though, he was brought back to the bullet train of thoughts he was having earlier. And dang it, it was getting difficult for him to not think about the dozens of implications being reflected by your actions. He wished he could ride the train to your thoughts as well.

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later that day...

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➤ chapter 30-B (back to chapters)

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contains: humor, fluff, angst (just squint pls), comfort (attempt), stubborn reader (lol), highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Is it now, Sab?

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, insecurity, angst (kinda), suggestive jokes, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Well, that was a sad nut.

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, convo with ex-girlfriend, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» The resemblance is uncanny...

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➤ chapter 28 (back to chapters)

highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, angst, cursing, seonghwa being called a twink, (1) slightly suggestive joke, (1) self-exit joke, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» The Wooyoung Chronicles.

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, fluff, insecure mc, cursing, vulgar language (lol), highschool au, reader is named & afab

» Maybe you should where an evil eye Sabrina.

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➤ chapter 26 (back to chapters)

highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, fluff, ex problems, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» New character unlock, or new villain unlocked?

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Three weeks later...

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» So much gray, I feel so gray.

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The next day...

You have done a few rituals for the night so you could prepare yourself for whatever’s bound to come. You thought about everything Yuri had “revealed” to you —the info from her boyfriend— and pieced it together with the things Wooyoung has said and done. It made sense, but just because it did, doesn’t mean it would be true.

You’d meet him at another class you shared. He was his usual self with others, but not with you. He didn’t avoid you completely, you’d even make eye contact more than twice. It’s just that he was acting like his hobby wasn’t bothering you through text or that he didn’t give you a bunch of hello kitty accessories out of nowhere. Like he didn’t hold your hand so dearly after massaging it. 

It was so easy for him to walk past you to get out of the classroom, but you wouldn’t lose the chance for anything. With a firm grip on his shoulder, you made him stop in his tracks. “Wooyoung, can we talk?”

He could sense what you had called him for, and when he turned around, he could read it in your eyes. “What is it?”

“Yuri, she told me something that you had told Jongho —or your other friends. Woo, there’s really not much to puzzle out here since you’ve been avoiding me—”

“It’s not you.” you quietly gasped when he had cut you off. “It’s about the girl I like, isn’t it? cause if it is, it’s not you.”

Your face grew hot, and you could feel tears building up at the back of your eyes because of how mean he sounded in such a serious situation. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s the girl who confessed to me just a while back.” you could only nod at him, forcing a smile.

“That’s cool. Well, I’ll leave you alone now, sorry.”

“F-y-i, I’m not avoiding you. Just distancing myself since, you know, you and San have something going on. Would be rude to interrupt." then he turns around and walks away. 

Anyone in your place would think he didn’t give a fuck anymore, but his facade would fall once he was away from your sight. Your movements and speech were quite jittery, and by the look in your eyes, he felt guilty and selfish for talking to you that way. It was one truth and one lie, because it’s always been you, and he’s afraid it’ll only be you —but it wasn’t a lie when he said someone had confessed to him before, and it was someone he had to turn away from because of you. 

...

Three days later...

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highschool senior!san x highschool senior!reader x highschool senior!wooyoung

contains: humor, angst (ig), confessions, confrontations, highschool au, reader is named & afab

» This kind of thing happens, doesn't it?

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