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The words you said

OKAY after being inactive I am back. This was so rushed, one day im gonna rewrite this and make it WAY better

-BASED OFF OF A TRUE STORY-

It was a free day at school. The teachers didn’t assign any work and allowed the students to do whatever they wanted. You were in science class, sitting next to Heeseung, a close friend of yours. You always sat there. Lately, there had been some turmoil in your relationship with Heeseung, making things a bit awkward. While a movie played in the background, you focused on studying, minding your own business.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Heeseung move a seat over. Weird. He shifted to sit in front of your best friend, Sunoo, who was also a friend of his. They started talking. You kept studying until you heard Heeseung say, “I think she’s kind of annoying.” Your ears perked up at that, and you started listening to their conversation more intently. Heeseung continued, saying things like, “I find her voice annoying” and “I just don’t like her face.”

You wondered who they were talking about until you heard Sunoo ask, “So why do you keep talking to her?”

That’s when it hit you—they were talking about you. Hearing Heeseung, someone you had known for so long, say something like that felt like a knife to the chest. You pretended not to hear, even as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

For the rest of the day, you avoided Heeseung. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes after hearing those words. But, as usual, Heeseung still tried to talk to you like nothing had happened.

Later, you approached Sunoo and asked, even though you already knew the answer, “Were you guys talking about me?”

He hesitated before saying, “Yeah.”

You laughed it off, knowing that crying about it would only make it hurt more. But when you got home, you couldn’t hold it in any longer—you cried for the rest of the day. It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t like you that hurt the most; it was the fact that he had felt this way for so long yet still acted like your best friend.

After that, something in you changed. You threw yourself into schoolwork, cutting Heeseung off completely. Every attempt he made to talk to you was shut down coldly.

“Hey, after school, do you want to call and study together?”

“No. I’m busy.”

“Hey, do you want to go to the movies with me and Jake later? It’s the one you’ve always talked about.”

“No. I have something else to do.”

“Hey—”

He didn’t even get a chance to finish before you were already walking down the hall toward your next class. Heeseung wondered why you were acting this way, but he didn’t know what you knew.

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“(Name)!” Heeseung called out, trying to catch up with you, but like before, you ignored him. Eventually, he managed to close the distance. “(Name), why have you been ignoring me lately? I don’t understand.”

He didn’t understand? You didn’t understand. The frustration, the hurt, the betrayal—it all boiled over.

“You’re confused!?” you snapped, turning to face him. “Heeseung, I heard the conversation you had with Sunoo. And it hurt—really bad. And the fact that you’re trying to be close to me again like nothing happened…” You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “How could you say those things about me and still act like my friend?”

Heeseung’s face paled. “(Name), I didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean what? To get caught?” You scoffed. “You know what, it doesn’t even matter anymore. I don’t care. Just—just leave me alone.”

With that, you turned away, walking off without looking back, leaving Heeseung standing there, speechless.

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Kind of contemplating if i should write something sad or happy next?

IDK

[woniefactory]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Two short stories in one day, Had to write this one because I knew I would forget

Notes: Came up with this after talking to a friend

Word count: 665

ENJOYYYYY

Like any other day, Jake was out for his usual noon walk, trying to clear his head. Work had been stressful, life even more so, and these walks through the city were his only real escape. Hands in his pockets, he strolled absentmindedly, barely paying attention to the bustling streets around him.

That was his first mistake.

A sudden impact jolted him back to reality. Someone had bumped into him—hard. Jake stumbled slightly, watching as the man, dressed in all black, muttered a quick apology before disappearing into the crowd. It was only when Jake glanced down that he noticed something lying at his feet.

A purse?

Frowning, he bent down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. Before he could process what had just happened, a sharp voice cut through the noise of the city. "That's him, officer! He stole my purse!" Jake barely had time to register the accusation before he was tackled from behind. A knee pressed into his back, and cold metal snapped around his wrists. "Wait—what? I didn’t—"

"You have the right to remain silent," an officer said, ignoring his protests as they hauled him to his feet. "Anything you say or do can be used against you in court." “Court?! I didn’t steal anything!" Jake’s voice rose in disbelief, but his words fell on deaf ears. "Please remain quiet, sir," the officer instructed, pushing him toward the police car.

Before he knew it, he was shoved into the backseat, the door slamming shut behind him. The city lights blurred as the car sped away, leaving Jake sitting in stunned silence. This was not how he planned to spend his Saturday.

"You have one phone call. Use it wisely," the officer said as he walked away, leaving Jake in a cold, dimly lit holding cell. Jake sighed, rubbing his face before dialing the only person he knew could help.

The phone rang.

You were sleeping peacefully, wrapped in the warmth of your blankets. It was only one in the afternoon, but after staying up all night finishing an assignment, you needed this sleep.

Unfortunately, your phone had other plans.

The loud, obnoxious ringing jolted you awake. Groaning, you grabbed your phone without even glancing at the caller ID. “What,” you mumbled irritably. "Hey, Y/N."

Jake.

You sighed, already regretting answering. "Jake, you know I was up all night, and now you're interrupting my sleep. This better be impor—" "I need your help." Your irritation faded instantly. His voice sounded serious—almost desperate.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself rushing to the police station, completely unprepared for whatever ridiculous mess your boyfriend had managed to get himself into this time.

The last thing you ever expected to be doing on a Saturday afternoon was bailing someone out of jail. Yet, here you were, standing at the front desk of the police station, filling out stacks of paperwork while debating whether or not you should kill Jake after this.

You didn’t exactly have the money for bail, but you knew someone who did—your father. Calling him wasn’t ideal, but you’d deal with that problem later. After what felt like forever, you finally saw Jake being escorted out of the holding area. “Y/N!” he called out the moment he saw you. “I can explain.” You crossed your arms. “Hurry and explain.”

 So, he did.

By the time he finished recounting his ridiculous story—how he was wrongfully accused, tackled, and thrown into a police car—you couldn't help it. The situation was so absurd, so typically Jake, that you burst out laughing. Jake grinned. "You're always saying I'm at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Because you are," you shot back, shaking your head. "That’s why I should always be with you," he said with a smirk, draping an arm over your shoulder. "Whatever, boy." You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. Together, the two of you walked away from the police station, finally free.

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Promise me

Ship : Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings : NONE, Sunghoon does get aggressive

Notes: Written of a true story, just Sunghoon isn't in it and I make it cuter (well i tried to make it cuter)

Word count: 419 (I hope you enjoy

It wasn’t unusual for Sunghoon to get mad—he had a short temper. But today was different. The moment he sat down across from you, murder flashed in his eyes. Before lunch, the two of you had been in different classes, so you had no idea what had happened.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, confused. Sunghoon immediately launched into a rant, fuming about some guy in his class who had said something about his family and home. Long story short, before he could do anything about it, his friends had already held him back.

As Sunghoon continued his tirade, loud laughter erupted across the cafeteria. Both of you instinctively turned toward the source of the noise. There he was—the guy from his class—laughing with his friends, pointing in Sunghoon’s direction like it was all a joke.

You didn’t know who he was, but Sunghoon sure did. Before you could react, he was already halfway across the cafeteria. And before anyone could stop him, the guy was on the ground, Sunghoon on top of him, fists flying.

Chaos ensued. People yelled, chairs screeched against the floor, and teachers rushed in to break up the fight. When they finally pulled Sunghoon off, his gaze flickered to you. His anger hadn't faded, but there was something else in his eyes—something you knew meant you had to talk to him.

Without hesitation, you walked with him to the nurse’s office, talking quietly about random things, trying to lighten the mood. When you arrived, you helped him sit on the bed while the nurse cleaned his wounds.

Once she left, you took her place in front of him. "Sunghoon... did you really have to fight him?" He sighed. "I was already irritated, and—" Before he could start another rant, you silenced him by wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened for a moment, caught off guard. Gently running your fingers through his hair, you whispered, “I don’t like seeing you like this… It’s not fun watching you get hurt.”

Sunghoon opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, knowing another excuse would only make things worse. You pulled away and held out your pinky. “Promise me—no more fights.” He hesitated. “But—” “Promise me, Sunghoon.” You pushed your pinky toward him insistently. With a defeated sigh, he finally linked his pinky with yours. “Fine. I promise.” A triumphant smile spread across your face. “Good. I better not see you in another fight.” “…Okay,” he muttered. But you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time.

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Fragments of Us

tw: NONE, well crying ig.

Notes: My first small write, wrote this on an experience that happened a few hours ago LOVE YOU ALL

Word count : 977

ENJOY

Oh, how you hated her. You hated the way she smiled at him, the way he smiled at her, how they kissed, how they hugged, how their eyes lit up when they talked. You hated all of it. He was supposed to be yours, but all you were was just a title. “Best friend.” That’s what everyone knew you as to Jake. But you didn’t want that. You longed for the title of being his, for being the one he looked at like that. But it would never happen, because he was too in love with her to love you.

It all started when the late-night phone calls became shorter, then they were just tiny messages, and eventually, nothing at all. You knew you’d lost your best friend, and that’s when you realized how much you liked him. You thought it was just a small crush, something that would fade. But three months later, you still felt the same. If anything, you loved him even more. You didn’t want to. But you couldn’t help it. That’s just how you felt.

Then you lost it. Sitting there, your head down, tears streaming down your face, he asked, “What’s wrong?” His voice was full of concern. “Nothing,” you mumbled, trying to walk away, but his arm stopped you quickly. “You know you can tell me anything, I’m your best friend,” he said, and those words echoed in your mind. Best friend. That’s all you were. “Just don’t worry about it,” you said, walking away.

At lunch, they sat across from you—him and her. Being all cute and lovey-dovey. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t just sit there and watch him slip further away. Abruptly, you stood up. “I’m going home. I don’t feel well.” He wanted to stop you, but the words never came. He just stood there, confused.

The doorbell rang. You didn’t want to get up, but you forced yourself to. When you opened the door, there he was, standing in front of you. “Y/N, there’s something you’re not telling me. I can tell.”

“I’m fine, Jake. How many times do I have to tell you?” you responded, trying to hold it together.

“You’re not fine. I’m your best friend. I can tell when you’re not okay.”

Oh, how you hated those words. Best friend.

“Stop calling me your best friend. I’m not your best friend.”

“But you are—”

“No, I’m not. I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

“Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do. I hate being your friend. I hate you.”

He took a step toward you, but you pushed him away. He tried to grab you, but you jerked back. “Jake, let go of me.”

“Y/N, calm down,” he said, trying to reach for you.

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, pushing against his chest.

“Y/N, please, calm down,” he begged, his voice shaky, as he pulled you both to the floor. “I’m here. Just talk to me.”

For a moment, the anger and frustration overwhelmed you, but the pain in his voice made it all more confusing. Your heart was racing, your chest tight. You wanted to push him away, but you felt yourself crumbling inside. You were drowning in all of it—the jealousy, the hurt, the love you could never have. “Why?” you finally whispered, your voice cracking. “Why can’t you see me the way you see her? Why can’t I be the one you love  that way?”

He froze, his hands still holding you gently, but his face was full of confusion. “Y/N…” he started, his voice softer now, like he was trying to piece together the fragments of something he had never noticed. “I never meant to hurt you.” “You didn’t,” you said, trying to pull yourself together. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine for thinking it would ever be different. For thinking you’d ever want me like that.”

Jake lowered his head, his voice quieter now. “You mean everything to me, Y/N. You always have. I just... I never saw it that way. I never saw us like that.” He swallowed hard, as though the words didn’t come easy. “But I do care about you more than anyone. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose you.” The words hit you harder than you expected. They stung, but they also left a hollow ache inside. Best friend. That was all you’d ever be.

“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore, Jake,” you whispered again, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. “I can’t be. It’s tearing me apart.” There was a long silence between you two. He stayed on the floor, not moving, not speaking, as if he was waiting for the world to shift, for things to go back to how they were. But you knew they couldn’t. Not after everything. His voice broke the silence again, quiet but desperate. “Please… don’t shut me out. You’re everything to me, Y/N. Please.”

But you couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t promise him anything. Because the truth was, you didn’t know if you could ever be just his friend again. Not when your heart was so full of him, in a way it would never be full of anyone else. Not when you couldn’t stop imagining a life where he loved you the same way you loved him. You stood up, wiping your tears, trying to steady yourself. “I need time, Jake. I need to figure out what to do with all of this… with me.”

He didn’t try to stop you. He didn’t say anything else. But as you walked away, you could feel his eyes on you, and in that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The love you felt for him was suffocating, and you didn’t know if you could breathe again without it.