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DONT DO THIS TO ME OMGNRKFJDJDJD EDGING ME FOR WHAT

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 28 waiting for you in west village

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warnings ⟢ profanity, angst, allusions to cheating, flawed characters, a lot of dialogue, maybe a little toxic.

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heeseung’s thoughts were riddled with a lot of questions, like: how did you find out about chaewon? what can he do to fix this?

but the one he was most focused on right now was, where are you going right now?

it did cross his mind how batshit crazy he must seem right now, following a girl’s location on his map just to talk – but then he ultimately concluded that what he’s doing right now is totally justifiable, because it’s “for the greater good.”

however, the more he thought about it while stuck in traffic, the more he asked himself, "is this really a good idea?”

well, it didn’t matter anymore because here he was, reversing into a parallel parking spot, in front of some fancy french restaurant named something he couldn’t pronounce.

all he could think of in this moment was, who the fuck are you meeting here in this fancy ass establishment?

heeseung tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, cautiously trying to peer through the windows of the restaurant for anyone who looked remotely like you.

it also wasn’t helping how increasingly uncomfortable he was getting in his seat; completely drenched in rainfall, his wet clothes clinging to his body weirdly, and not to mention that awful smell of mildew.

when he shifted his gear into park, he contemplated a lot for a while. like, what was he actually doing here right now?

this wasn’t some kind of romcom movie scene where the two of you could just talk things out and then you’d just magically run back into his arms.

but at the same time, he couldn’t just leave your last conversation at that.

he just has to try.

so he swallowed his pride and opened his car door.

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20 MINUTES AGO…

you felt bad that you were hysterically wailing in some poor cab driver’s backseat – he even turned down the volume of the radio for you, which made you feel even more embarrassed than you already were.

in the midst of your crying session, your phone lit up with a notification. it was from soobin.

soobin eta?

you less than 5, where r u?

soobin in the french restaurant on 7th

you ??? why the fuck r u there

soobin it started pouring and it was the first restaurant i saw? what’s wrong with this place?

you roll your eyes at the screen.

“i’ll get off here, thanks,” you call out to the driver.

you rummage through your bag to find a $10 bill and hand it to the poor guy.

the restaurant hadn’t changed in two years; the red brick exterior was still there, and they still kept the same flowers on the patio.

you remembered because you had spent over an hour searching for the best places to eat at for your first anniversary with soobin.

it was this small, traditional french brasserie – and as you stood in front of the entrance, you felt all these unresolved emotions hit you at once.

maybe this was a bad idea after all. maybe, you shouldn’t ask soobin how he knew about heeseung and chaewon. maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t go inside and talk to him.

but you were already here, so you opened the door.

you spot soobin sitting at a table, the same table – the one you sat at for an hour waiting for him desperately to come, that one february in 2023.

he looks up from his phone, and when the two of you make eye contact, you’re immediately met with a highly concerned face from him.

okay, so it might have slipped your mind that you were still drenched from the rain and that you looked like a mad woman right now, but it’s not like you were trying to look good in the first place.

besides, you weren’t even expecting soobin to meet you at a restaurant to talk, let alone the same restaurant that you got dumped in.

this was just going to be a quick, informative, sharing-information-with-the-class kind of meeting, right?

as you pull out the chair from across him, he analyzes your look: eyes red and puffy, mascara smudged, nose runny, hair wet and dishevelled – actually, everything was wet and dishevelled.

he couldn’t tell if you just had the best sex of your life, or if you just went through a mental health crisis, “wow, you look …”

you interrupt him, shooting him a dirty look, “i already know, you don’t have to tell me.”

his head cocked to the side in curiosity, “damn, what happened?”

“we aren’t here to talk about me, i asked you to meet because i want to know how you knew about heeseung and chaewon.”

soobin diverts his gaze from you, kissing his teeth at the mention of his name, “ah, yeah, i know. just wanted to make some small talk i guess.”

what a smug piece of shit, you thought.

this is what it was supposed to be like on your first anniversary. he was supposed to show up. you’re sitting here in the same place, at the same table, except two years have passed by now.

you’ve never felt more rage seeing him up close right now.

“let’s just skip all the formalities,” you were fuming at this point, “how did you know? and why were you so keen on warning me about him?”

to your surprise, he got straight to the point, “we’re both from boston, everyone knows everyone there,” he laid back in his seat, getting comfortable, “we had some mutual friends, you could say.”

you were on the edge of the chair, already desperate to ask for more, “when? when did you find this out? was it while we were still together?”

soobin opened his mouth to speak, but before anything could come out, the two of you were interrupted.

the waiter flashed a toothy smile, “could i get you two anything to drink?”

you politely decline, but soobin chooses a different route, “could we get two glasses of any pinot grigio?”

after jotting it down on a notepad, the waiter promptly leaves your table.

soobin winks at you, saying that dinner’s on him tonight – like it makes him the most extraordinary gentleman in the world.

you just look at him in disgust.

he begins, “looks like you had a rough night, i know you like to drink a glass of wine or two after those kinda days.”

it pissed you off when he said that. he still speaks to you like he knows you. like nothing had ever happened between you guys, like you were still together.

he has no right to act like this.

you try to talk when your waiter interrupts, again – this time, arriving with two glasses of wine, placing them neatly on each side of the table.

it’s just the two of you when soobin asks, “were you going to say something?”

you part your lips to speak, but become caught off guard when you hear a familiar voice yell from across the restaurant, “i don’t have a reservation, i’m just here to talk to someone!”

you whip your head behind you – is that heeseung fucking lee?

and to no surprise, it was, in fact, him.

he stood at the host stand, dripping wet, looking frustrated and disorderly.

in your peripheral vision, you can see soobin also staring at heeseung.

he can already connect the dots; you come in all wet from the rain, and now, so does he.

soobin thought, is this some kind of fucking romcom, and he’s just some supporting character?

you’re already standing up from your chair when you sigh, “hey, let me talk to him outside for a second, i’ll be right back. just stay here, okay?”

and with that, you’re rushing over to the underpaid hostess and a very argumentative heeseung.

when heesseung saw you walking up to him, his eyes widened in shock, “y/n,” he points at you to the hostess, “see, i told you i just needed to talk to someone – that someone is her.”

you roll your eyes and tug him outside the restaurant.

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it had stopped raining by now; all that filled the air was petrichor.

you paced around anxiously – you couldn’t let heeseung see soobin inside.

heeseung’s the first to break the ice, he spoke seriously, “i just couldn’t let you leave like that, i’m sorry.” he also added, “i followed your location on maps.”

you keep an amicable distance between the two of you, “just go home, heeseung.” your voice was still croaky, quiet, and almost shy.

“i can’t,” he confesses.

you shrug, confused, “why?”

“because i–”

“is everything okay, y/n?”

both you and heeseung turned your head to the door where soobin stood; his stance was cocky, he looked at the two of you like he owned the place.

you told soobin to stay inside, but now here he is – why doesn’t anyone listen to you?

heeseung looks at you like he just caught you in the act, “are you here with him?”

you stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“yeah man, she’s here with me,” soobin answers for you.

heeseung gets in soobin’s face, “i wasn’t talking to you.”

all you could do was stare at them, frozen in place.

soobin’s eyes quickly flicker from heeseung to you. you know that look in his eye, he was about to do something stupid.

still maintaining eye contact with you, soobin provokes, “see, i told you this guy is bad news,” he glares back at heeseung now, “look at him, trying to pick a fight right now for no reason.”

in a blink of an eye, heeseung had soobin up against the wall, his fist balled up in the collar of his shirt.

you gasp, but soobin’s just laughing like he knew heeseung would do this.

under his hold, soobin taunted, “man, you’re just so predictable.”

heeseung turned his gaze to you, his voice filled with disappointment, “don’t tell me you’re getting back together with this guy.”

after a beat, you manage to spew out, “that’s none of your concern.”

you look away, but you can hear soobin’s laughter growing.

heeseung shoved him against the brick wall harder, “wipe that fucking grin off your face, did you tell her?”

all you hear is silence now – what is heeseung talking about?

when you look up, soobin’s face is blank, “what the hell are you talking about?” he asks.

it was heeseung’s turn to laugh now, “you know what.”

what the fuck do heeseung and soobin know that you don’t?

“no, i don’t know, enlighten me,” soobin deadpanned.

heeseung smirked, “i’ll be glad to.” in a swift motion, his fist flew into soobin’s face, knocking him straight to the ground.

“holy shit,” you push heeseung away from soobin, “what are you doing right now?”

he doesn’t answer you, he just watches soobin cup his face in agony when he tells him, “you tell her or i do, your choice.”

confused isn’t even the right word to describe how you’re feeling right now, “tell me what? tell me what?”

you were frustrated and still, nobody said a word to you – leaving you in the dark.

soobin pulled himself off from the ground.

you turned to face him, hoping he’d be the one to tell you, “tell me what, soobin?”

silence.

you look at heeseung, “what is it?”

silence.

“fine, since no one wants to tell me i’m fucking leaving,” you start walking, only making it a few feet away from them when someone grabs your hand.

“let me take you home.”

when you turn around, there’s only one other person outside of the restaurant now.

it was just heeseung, and soobin was nowhere to be seen.

you fling his hand away from yours, “just go heeseung.”

he insisted, “please.”

“why won’t you just let me walk away?”

“isn’t it obvious?” he exhaled, “it’s because i love you.”

“what?”

“i love you.”

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☆ GREENLIGHT - 06 negative iq…negative dollars

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At The AEPhi House…

the aephi living room was wrecked after the weekend — iced latte cups sweating on the coffee table, a pair of heels kicked under the couch, and a faint bassline from upstairs rattling through the ceiling. you sat cross-legged on the rug, scrolling through your phone, while the girls lounged in their usual corners.

ningning suddenly burst out laughing.

“sigep’s actually done for. afterglow just fined them three hundred dollars.”

winter glanced up from her laptop. “it’s september. how do you blow your budget this fast?”

“beomgyu.” ningning said simply. “remember him walking out with duct tape at the gas station? he stuck a pickle to the dj booth. venue didn’t think it was funny.”

you blinked. “wait. that’s… actually insane.”

“and it gets better” ningning added, holding up her phone. “someone snapped pictures. greek twitter’s running with it. there’s literally a whole thread of ‘pickle boy’ memes.”

yunjin groaned, burying her face in a pillow. “no way. they’re never living that down.”

ningning smirked. “frat boys. negative iq, negative dollars, and now negative dignity.”

chaewon just shook her head with a small sigh. “as sweetheart, i shouldn’t laugh at this… but it is kind of tragic.”

from the couch, wonyoung sat up just enough to sigh. “and let me guess — we’re the ones who have to fix it.”

“babysitting duty, as always.” yunjin muttered, voice muffled into the pillow.

as if right on cue, the door opened. karina walked in, planner under her arm, already looking annoyed.

“correct. meeting at sigep. because this was a collab, we’re just as screwed — and apparently it’s on us to make it look halfway legit.”

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At The SigEp House…

the sigep house smelled faintly of stale beer and cologne, its common room buzzing with overlapping voices. the guys were already crammed around the long table by the time you and the girls walked in.

“look who finally showed up.” beomgyu grinned, spinning a pen between his fingers.

“don’t start.” karina shot back, slamming her planner onto the table. “we’re here to make this thing look halfway legit, not listen to you whine.”

heeseung leaned back in his chair.

“relax. we’re all friends here… kind of. — now take a seat. we’ve got a budget crisis to fix before we’re blacklisted from every venue in town.”

you slid into a seat between ningning and chaewon, dropping your tote by your feet.

out of the corner of your eye, the door creaked again — jake walked in late, hair damp, wearing a light blue hoodie.

wait a second.

you froze. it was the same hoodie you’d seen draped in the room that morning after the party. the one you swore belonged to sunghoon.

flashes of that night begin to flicker in your head — the sticky floor, muffled music bleeding through the walls, someone’s hand steadying your waist as you stumbled toward a bed.

then it hit you, you hadn’t woken up in sunghoon’s bed. you’d woken up in jake’s.

heat crept up your face, as you forced your eyes back to karina’s planner, praying your face didn’t give you away.

tuning out everyone’s voices, all you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding in your chest.

across the table, jake caught your glance. he didn’t say a word, but his silence spoke volumes.

heeseung cleared his throat, dragging everyone’s attention back. “so. we need ideas. something fast, something that’ll actually make money.”

“bake sale?” wonyoung offered flatly.

beomgyu groaned. “yeah, because cupcakes are gonna fix a $300 fine.”

yunjin leaned back, arms crossed. “you guys are the ones who duct-taped produce to a dj booth. don’t complain now.”

sunoo piped up from the end. “to be fair, it was kind of iconic.”

“iconically stupid,” yunjin muttered.

chaewon followed up smoothly. “what she means is, the pickle thing is already out there. pictures are all over gwt. we might as well turn it into a selling point. bad press is still press.”

“okay, okay.” yunjin sighed. “what about a car wash?”

riki raised a brow. “at nyu? where are we even finding cars to wash?”

jungwon didn’t miss a beat. “yeah, unless you wanna scrub down yellow cabs.”

the table cracked up, killing the idea before it even landed.

sunghoon, lounging with his usual smirk, cut in. “what about something more fun — like a kissing booth?”

the room went still for a beat. then beomgyu whistled. “now that would sell.”

winter raised a brow. “predictable. but… not the worst idea.”

jay leaned forward before anyone could settle. “or a dunk tank. imagine one of us up there — people would line up just to knock us in.”

half the room nodded, already picturing it. beomgyu muttered, “i’d pay to dunk sunghoon.”

“nah, put heeseung up there.” riki grinned.

heeseung shook his head immediately. “no chance. presidents don’t get dunked.”

jungwon shrugged. “worth a shot.”

your eyes flicked to jake for just a moment — only to find him already watching you. his jaw tightened slightly, like he was thinking the same thing you were but refusing to say it out loud.

and across the table, sunghoon noticed. his grin widened, leaning forward like he’d just connected the dots.

“actually, yeah. a kissing booth. bet people would line up if you were in it.” his eyes slid toward you, tone deliberately sharp.

heat crept up your neck. “keep dreaming.”

he didn’t back off, smirk tugging wider. “what? you were bold enough at the first rager of the year.”

your chest tightened, the implication landing square. he still thought you believed the two of you hooked up — and now he was twisting it just to watch you squirm.

jake shifted in his seat, silent, but the tension hanging in the room was sharp enough to cut through.

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An Hour Later…

the meeting finally wrapped, the room landing on the kissing booth idea with half the group looking smug and the other half looking like they’d just lost a bet. it was the only plan no one could really argue against, so that was that.

chairs scraped back, voices overlapped, and everyone started spilling out into the hall. you shoved your notebook into your tote, fingers fumbling with the strap. you were halfway to the door when sunghoon stepped in front of you, hands in his pockets like he had all the time in the world.

“what?” you asked flatly, trying to sidestep.

his grin told you he’d been waiting for this. “just saying — kissing booth’s about to make us a fortune. especially if you’re in it.”

you exhaled sharply, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder. “you’re exhausting.”

sunghoon tilted his head, eyes glinting. “c’mon, don’t play dumb. you’ve got the rep. guys would line up around the block for a shot.”

your chest tightened, but you kept your face neutral. “yeah, well, not happening.”

sunghoon tilted his head, lowering his voice just enough to make it sting. “shame. you seemed pretty fearless at the party. my room, my bed… ring a bell?”

the words hit harder than you wanted them to. your fingers tightened around your tote strap. you opened your mouth, ready to snap back—

but then you realized he wasn’t just looking at you.

he was looking past you.

you followed his gaze over your shoulder — and froze.

jake was still at the table, slouched back in his chair, hoodie draped over him like he’d just thrown it on without thinking. his expression was unreadable, jaw tight, eyes fixed squarely on you and sunghoon.

your throat went dry, but before you could say anything, sunghoon smirked wider.

“guess we’ll see just how bold you really are at that booth.” he murmured, cupping your chin.

he studies you for a beat, clearly enjoying how tightly you were gripping your tote. then, with a chuckle, he finally let go.

on his way out, he clapped jake on the shoulder as he passed around the table, throwing you one last smirk before disappearing into the hall.

the door shut behind him, the muffled noise of everyone else fading. silence pressed in, heavy and unrelenting.

that’s when you realized — jake hadn’t moved.

slouched in his chair, hoodie hanging loose, elbow propped against the armrest. but his eyes were locked on you, sharp and unblinking, like he’d caught every word sunghoon had just thrown your way.

your chest tightened, heat crawling up your neck. you fumbled for something — anything — to break the silence. “what?” you muttered, trying for flat, but your voice caught on the edges.

jake leaned forward, gaze never moving off you. the pause dragged, heavy enough to make your stomach twist.

“my hoodie.” he said finally.

your breath hitched.

his eyes flicked down — just for a beat — before locking back on yours. not a question. just a fact. one that made your pulse trip over itself.

you force a scoff, words slipping out sharper than you wanted, “don’t flatter yourself.”

he didn’t push. didn’t smirk. didn’t say a thing.

he just leaned back again, arms loose, gaze still pinned on you — like he was perfectly fine letting you stand there and squirm.

and the worst part? he didn’t need to say another word.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES | extra extra extra read for more insight

- ngl as i was writing this i could literally picture it happening… tension is crazy

- sigep’s treasurer being the reason why their budget is blown is the joke of it all

- THE SIGEP HOUSE SMELLING LIKE BEER AND AXE BODY SPRAY… immersive experience tbh

- tell me why the tote bag detail feels important… like girl’s grip on that tote is doing overtime

- imagine being in a room where everyone’s yelling about fundraisers and ur biggest problem is the guy across the table staring at u and is the one you unknowingly hooked up with

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☆ GREENLIGHT - 05 this is why we can’t have nice things

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AUTHOR’S NOTES | extra extra extra read for more insight

- lowkey filler chapter but 😛

- heeseung gave beomgyu a “this is why you’re an idiot” lecture for an hour straight after his nap

- beomgyu is now banned from using reddit (jay put a child lock on the app that only him and heeseung have the password to)

- rumours say that when the pickle was discovered, there was a bite taken out of it

- payment to afterglow involved emptying the frat’s party fund, jungwon’s spare change jar, two of sunoo’s dairy queen gift cards, and the money they made off selling beomgyu’s labubu collection

- riki keeps asking beomgyu how it felt to be “caught in 4 pixels.”

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☆ GREENLIGHT - 04 …who are you?

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the line outside afterglow curled halfway down the block, a slow-moving snake of students in glitter, heels, and jackets far too thin for the weather. every time the door opened, a burst of bass echoed out into the street.

“do we really have to wait in this?” yunjin groaned, pulling her coat tighter.

“we’re not waiting” karina said without missing a beat, already leading the way past the bouncer with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. her confidence was the kind that didn’t need explanation — the rope dropped without a word.

“vip life” wonyoung sing-songed, falling into step behind her in a silver slip dress that caught every bit of light. she slowed just long enough to tilt her phone, checking her reflection and snapping a mirror selfie in the neon glow of the entryway.

you followed with the rest of the group, the bass growing stronger the deeper you moved inside. the air was thick — fog machine haze laced with perfume, liquor, and the faint sweetness of whatever fruity shots were making the rounds.

“god, it’s like a sauna” yunjin muttered, fanning herself with one hand.

karina glanced back, unbothered. “it’s called atmosphere. learn to love it.”

“or at least love it until the free drinks run out” ningning added from somewhere behind you, her tone dry enough to draw a laugh from a couple of the girls.

you passed coat check without slowing. karina had her arm linked loosely with yours now, cutting through the wall of bodies like she’d done it a hundred times.

over by the far bar, heeseung was leaning casually against the counter, that unreadable smirk etched on his face.

“your section’s over there” he said, tipping his head toward the roped-off booths where a few sigep guys were already posted up. “first round’s on us.”

karina gave you a pointed look. “translation, drink like you mean it.”

the group split without discussion.

wonyoung and yunjin drifted toward the dj booth’s small platform, weaving between bodies like they’d done it before.

wonyoung hopped up like she’d been invited, pulling yunjin into a mock dance-off that immediately caught the attention of a few guys nearby.

karina angled back toward the bar with heeseung, leaning in close so they could talk over the music. the rest of the girls slid into the booth with a mix of sigep guys, voices rising over the pulsing beat.

from where you stood, you spotted sunoo already mid-performance — gesturing wildly, his face animated as he told some ridiculous story to two pi phis, making one of them nearly spill her drink from laughing.

you stayed near the bar, finding an open space where you could see most of the room. the bass thudded up through the floor, rattling the ice in your glass.

a tall guy you didn’t recognize edged into the spot next to you, his cologne cutting faintly through the foggy air.

“you here with aephi?” he asked, raising his voice over the music.

you nodded, polite smile in place. he dove into a story about his “insane” deadlift numbers and the new pre-workout he swore by.

you nodded at the right moments, but your eyes were already scanning the crowd — catching flashes of movement on the dance floor, the gleam of glassware under the lights, the blur of hands thrown in the air when the dj switched tracks.

that’s when the crowd shifted again, and someone stepped into the narrow space at your side.

“having fun?”

you turned to face the unfamiliar voice.

you’re met with a face you recognized, though the familiarity felt like it belonged to something you couldn’t quite name.

studying his face, and for a split second, your brain clicked — library guy.

but something else came with it. a pull in your gut, like you’d seen him somewhere more than once. not just passing by. somewhere closer. more intimate.

your lips curved into a smirk. “depends. you here to improve my night?”

his eyes skimmed over you, unhurried. “think i already am.”

you tilted your head, letting it read as a challenge. “always this confident?”

“only when i’m right.”

you laughed softly, sipping your drink. “you sound sure of yourself.”

he held your gaze. “i usually am.”

“jake.” he said then, like it should already mean something to you.

“jake.” you repeated, tasting the name before meeting his eyes again. that strange familiarity tugged sharper — enough that you almost asked where else you’d met — but you let it go.

he caught the flicker, the way your expression shifted before you masked it.

“i didn’t think i’d see you this soon” he said, leaning in just enough for his voice to cut through the bass. “after last night… you’re not the kind of person to forget.”

your fingers stilled around your cup. a flicker of something — heat, closeness, the rush of someone’s breath against your skin — shot through you before you could stop it.

it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the easy explanation your mind reached for — sunghoon.

you hesitated, almost ready to ask what exactly he meant, but sealed the thought away with a dry laugh. “guess sunghoon’s been busy, huh?”

his brow furrowed slightly. “…sunghoon?”

“yeah” you said lightly, swirling your drink. “word travels fast in your little frat bubble.”

before he could say anything else, you were already stepping back. “good to see you again, jake.”

as you turned, you caught sight of wonyoung at the platform, mid-dance, giving you a look that was half curious, half knowing. it lasted only a second before she spun away, hair fanning out under the lights.

your arm brushed his as you disappeared into the crowd, your vanilla perfume trailing behind.

from the booth, cheers erupted over some drinking game win, and jake stayed where he was, watching you vanish into the flashing lights, the crease between his brows deepening.

something about that exchange didn’t add up.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES | extra extra extra read for more insight

- YAYYY THEY FINALLY INTERACTED LOOK AT ME GUYS 🤩

- the girls pregamed in the bathroom at the gas station nearby, and bumped into beomgyu walking out with a suspiciously large pickle and duct tape

- riki looped jungwon and sunoo into handing out petitions for a frat dog

- sunghoon spilled his drink on yn again (may or may not have been on purpose)

- heeseung nearly got recruited into a salsa dancing competition he didn’t sign up for

- winter accidentally started a conga line that lasted way too long and blocked the bathroom entrance

- bartender still thinks “the frat dog petition” was a drink order

- heeseung ended up paying the entire tab by the end of the night due to the girls all “wandering” off

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LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 26 we need to talk, again.

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author's note: yeah this is a short one cause it’s the calm before the storm (chapter 27). also, i released gen z luv part 2 so if you’re wondering why sunghoon’s so into spongebob this chapter then you should read that! 😀

anyways, here’s the edit riki made (he doesn’t have any photos of lucky):

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later in the afternoon…

the café door swings open just as you’re stepping in.

great. just your luck. sunghoon.

black hoodie, iced americano in hand, standing dead in your way.

he tips his chin. “afternoon.”

“sunghoon.” you hitch your tote higher, already angling to go around him.

he shifts just enough to block you. “what’s the rush sweets?” his mouth is already twitching like he’s in on some joke.

“no rush” you say, flat. “just thought i’d save us both the trouble — whatever you think you got out of last night? congrats. we don’t need to talk about it.”

for a second, his brows pinch — confused, before his expression smooths over.

“wait. you think we—”

“don’t.” you bite out. quick, sharp, cutting him off before he can finish. “and tell your little frat group chat to go fuck themselves.”

that pulls a short laugh from him, like he can’t help it. “group chat, huh?”

“don’t play dumb.”

he takes a slow sip, shoulders loose now. “maybe i did. maybe i didn’t. guess you’ll never know.”

you roll your eyes and push past when he finally shifts aside.

“whatever you say, princess.” he calls after you, still grinning.

you don’t turn around, and you miss the way his smile lingers — “well…that makes things interesting.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES | extra extra extra read for more insight

- ok guys don’t get mad at me, jake and yn will interact soon… LET ME COOK I PROMISE IT GETS GOOD don’t give up on me just yet

- very slow burn sorry 🤍

- pls tell me you guys got the cbat rhythm joke…im not chronically online am i…

- jake is acting a bit too nonchalant rn…

- riki playing super instigator 🤓

- kinda dk what mixers are but apparently they’re parties disguised as social networking events…ehhh same thing??

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should’ve seen this coming ngl…..kay you are SNEAKY

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 25 some things are better left unsaid

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your head is pounding. the kind of deep, echoing throb that makes you wish you could unzip your skull and let the pressure out.

you flutter your eyes open to a room you’ve never seen before — neat, annoyingly neat. bedside table clear except for a phone charger and a half-empty glass of water. floor clean enough to pass a sorority standards inspection.

the other side of the bed is empty, but the dent in the pillow and the twisted sheets say someone was there not too long ago.

it’s silent in that heavy, early-morning way — no creak of floorboards, no rustle of movement. the air feels still, like whoever belongs here has been gone for hours.

the only thing out of place is you, still tangled in sheets that smell faintly of laundry detergent and something warm you can’t name.

your eyes catch on a light blue hoodie draped over the back of the chair by the desk at the foot of the bed. you can’t quite place it, but something about it tugs at your memory.

your gaze drifts to the wall. framed photos. not just any photos — sigma phi epsilon executive portraits, the kind they hang up like they’re running the united nations instead of a frat house.

your eyes start to scan the faces, and there — middle, grey tie. sunghoon. your stomach drops, headache flaring like it’s mocking you.

what the actual fuck?

you groan, dragging your hands over your face. no way.

you don’t stick around long enough to piece together the rest. no confirming details, no second glance — just shoes in hand and an exit strategy.

you slip into the hall without so much as a squeak from the back door. the walk back to the sorority house feels like a walk of shame you didn’t sign up for.

by the time you’re halfway there, your phone’s already in your hand, opening the group chat.

AUTHOR’S NOTES | extra extra extra read for more insight

- so… are we all on team “yn x sunghoon finally cracked” or team “there’s NO way she’d go there” …place your bets now🤗

- yn was as halfway down the block before the door even swung shut behind her

- the way nobody in this story actually remembers how they got home is concerning 🫠

- sunghoon disappeared halfway through the night and came back with glitter on his face… don’t ask.

- there’s a photo of jay mid–beer pong shot that belongs in a museum btw

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☆ GREENLIGHT - 01 WHO DAT FINE SHYTTT

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your arms are full — a stack of freshly approved flyers balanced on top of a roll of tape, and a bag of suspiciously cheap balloons from the corner store digging into your forearm. one wrong step and you’re a tragic headline, “AEPhi VP dies in freak balloon stampede.”

“fuckass loser, i’m knocking his face into the fruit punch bowl” you muttered.

you were supposed to be gathering supplies with sunghoon, but he “had to take an important call” and somehow that translated to you hauling everything across campus alone.

typical.

you cut through the library because it’s faster… and because the campus printers in there actually work.

karina’s voice is still in your head, “posters up by tonight, no excuses” while sunghoon’s last text “budgeting is for broke people” makes you want to throw the balloons at his head.

the printer whirs, spitting out your posters one by one. you’re gathering them when movement catches your eye.

jay’s sitting at a table near the windows, jacket sliding off his shoulder as he laughs at something on his laptop.

you’ve never spoken to him, but his name floats around enough that you know he’s one of SigEp’s execs — the guy who shuts down parties when they cross a line and somehow still gets invited to the next one.

the guy across from him, though, is new. easy grin, broad-shouldered, leaning back in his chair relaxed in a way that makes it look like the whole library is his.

you study him enough to know he’s in SigEp, wearing their signature black and navy letter jacket, and his jawline seems like it was part of the recruitment criteria.

he glances up mid-laugh, catches your stare for just long enough to make your brain short-circuit, and — shit. fine shyt alert.

you quickly look away as you shove the stack of posters under your arm, adjusting the balloon bag before it slips again.

pushing through the doors, you quickly make your way back to the house.

“let’s get this party rolling”.

AUTHOR’S NOTES | extra extra extra for more insight

- if you don’t know why sunghoon and yn have a history in fighting, pls go back to SigEp’s profiles :D

- everyone wants them to fuck to get the sexual tension out (shit i’m not complaining i’d crack sunghoon any day for FREE)

- sunghoon actually wasn’t on an “important call”, he was sitting on the frat porch eating curly fries

- yns small moment with jake in the library had her head spiraling all the way home

- yns tote bag snapped halfway through the walk, so now there’s duct tape on the straps

- beomgyu walked past, saw yn struggling, and just said “damn” instead of helping

- sunghoon’s first text when yn got back was “soooo did u get cups too or nah”. she was 1 text away from murdering him 🤗

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LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 24 four-leaf clover

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the entire chapter includes flashbacks.

[word count: ~2k] pay attention to the dates!

BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, LATE SEPTEMBER 2021.

heeseung really hated it here.

truthfully, he was forced into going to university by his overbearing parents. he was given the choice of working under his father or getting a degree, and the latter immediately sounded like the better option at the time. so, off to boston university he went.

either way, whatever he chose, he knew his parents would be surveilling him.

his family disliked the idea of him attending university for fine arts. “it’s useless,” they said, “what would you do with that kind of degree when you graduate?”

yeah, he didn’t fucking know either. he didn’t even want to go to university after high school.

as stupid as it sounded to his parents, he wanted to work beyond a blank canvas. he wanted to give people meaning through tattoos.

he’d never gotten a tattoo before, but the idea of people permanently etching their bodies with ink intrigued him. it was like a commitment – a really big one at that. it didn’t matter if a tattoo was supposed to be significant or foolish; he thought everything had a meaning, right? and all that mattered to him was that he’d be the one giving someone else meaning – even if he didn’t have his own.

but nothing ever went according to his own plans in life.

so that’s how he ended up here, on campus, walking to his second lecture of the day, just downright miserable.

the soles of his shoes crushed every autumn leaf with direct force as he trudged towards his department building.

and of course, the universe decided to fuck him in the ass today.

a body slammed into him from behind at full force as he entered the art building, completely knocking him over and causing him to fall flat on the floor.

great, just fucking great.

when he got up and dusted himself off, he decided to look at the perpetrator of this heinous crime. it was just a girl, he didn’t know who she was, but he just stared at her. she was on her knees, picking up the things she had dropped.

heeseung could honestly really not care less, he was about to turn on his feet when her voice called out frantically, “shit! i’m really sorry. i should’ve been more careful.”

huh, this was weird – he almost felt bad for her? without thinking, he crouched down to help her pick up her stuff, “oh, it’s fine.”

when she looks up at him, he notices her eyes widen.

heeseung furrows an eyebrow at her reaction. does she know me?

she ducks her head down again, only reaching her hands out for her fallen items that were clutched in heeseung’s hands.

he passes her the rest of her items: a couple of pens, novels, and … tampons?

she finally looks up at him, “i’m really sorry again.”

he doesn’t know why, but he tried to be funny, “hi ‘really sorry again,’ i’m heeseung, heeseung lee.”

yeah, heeseung regretted opening his mouth the second those words flew out of his lips.

she deadpanned.

he let out in one breath while walking away, “okay, i have to get to class now, kind of late. okay, bye. sorry.”

heeseung only got a good three, four steps in before he heard her voice behind him giggle, “bye! i’m chaewon, chaewon kim, by the way.”

he didn’t know whether to stop in his tracks and talk to her some more or just walk to his lecture. he couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do in time, so his body just did this weird stutter.

heeseung ended up just nodding and murmured, “see you around chaewon,” and kept walking ahead.

heeseung did, in fact, see her around – it was just his luck that chaewon was actually walking to the same class, art history 101.

she arrived fairly late and with whatever kind of lucky strike he had going on at the moment, the only remaining seat left was the one right beside him.

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BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, OCTOBER 2021.

a month had gone by, and heeseung still couldn’t shake off this looming feeling of hopelessness he felt all the time.

he took his prozac regularly, he saw a therapist weekly – but for some reason, he never felt like he was getting any “better.”

he did get a lot closer with chaewon though, the two ended up finding out they had mutual friends, so ultimately, they started seeing each other outside of school settings.

there was something so interesting about chaewon; she was full of confidence, optimism, and likeable. heeseung thought she was the complete opposite of him; he always felt inadequate, mundane, and trivial.

he liked being around her, he thought that she brought out the best in him – he always wanted to be around her because of that.

but he was too scared to ever say that aloud.

heeseung sat under a random tree on campus, his sketchbook perched on his lap, “i don’t fucking know what to draw for this assignment.”

he tapped his pencil against his paper vigorously.

“maybe take a walk?” chaewon suggested, “maybe an idea will come to you then.”

heeseung looked up from his sketchbook to see chaewon basking in the little sunlight left as she laid on a patch of green, “i’ve taken maybe 7 walks today, and nothing came to mind.”

out of frustration, he grabs a handful of grass, ripping it straight from the ground.

chaewon yelps, “hey! take care of mother nature, gosh.”

heeseung just smiles at her words, watching the garden balled in his fist fall back on the ground when he let go. he tries to shake off the residue off his hand when he spotted something so small, he had almost missed it: a four-leaf clover.

he thought to himself, wasn’t this kind of thing rare? wouldn’t finding one of these bring him, like, immense luck?

regardless of the fact that this was just a myth, he stuck it on a page and started doodling around it.

“alas,” he teased, “my submission for this drawing class.”

he turned the sketchbook toward chaewon. she had to shuffle closer to even see it considering how small it was: a simple four-leaf clover with a heart curled on its stem.

“wow, nice one picasso,” she joked.

“man, i can’t believe i found one of these,” heeseung whispered under his breath.

“what? a four-leaf clover?”

he nods, staring hard at the real-thing, “mhm.”

“i find those things all the time,” she brags, swiping imaginary dust off her shoulders.

he rolls his eyes, “what are you, some kind of lucky charm?”

“maybe,” she chuckles playfully, “i guess i just attract those clovers.”

“i’ve never been one to ever attract luck,” the four-leaf clover laid flat in heeseung’s palm now when he mumbled to himself, “huh, lucky me, i guess.”

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BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, DECEMBER 2021.

heeseung doesn’t remember when or how it happened, but by the first snow, he ended up in some kind of weird relationship with chaewon; he started sleeping over at her dorm to avoid going home, she stopped going home for the holidays to stay with him, and he confided in her more than he did his own therapist.

chaewon was lying on his chest when heeseung confessed, “i don’t think i’m happy with my life right now.”

she looked up, puzzled, “what do you mean,” she teases, “you’re not happy with me?”

“not like that, i don’t mean it like that. it’s just – i don’t know if this is what i’m supposed to be doing in life,” he frowned.

“well, what do you think you’re supposed to be doing with your life right now?”

heeseung mumbles, “i don’t know, i just want to be able to help give other’s meaning,” chaewon doesn’t talk, she just listens, “i never wanted to go to university. and i don’t want to draw on blank canvases anymore. i really wanted to be a tattoo artist – i still do. but i’m stuck, and i’m behind, and i don’t know what to do.”

she pauses for a moment, unsure for the first time of what to say to heeseung.

chaewon finally speaks up, “well, have you ever given anyone a tattoo?”

heeseung shakes his head.

“why don’t you tattoo me, then?” she proposes.

heeseung didn’t take her seriously, he thought she was just joking, so he laughed.

but she didn’t.

chaewon pulls his sketchbook from her bedside table, “i’m serious.”

“c’mon, i would probably suck, i’ve never used a tattoo gun before.”

“well, you can draw amazingly so, i don’t think you’ll have much trouble.”

she starts flipping through pages, stopping at a certain drawing, “what about this one? it seems simple enough, and it’s cute and small.”

she points at the four-leaf clover heeseung drew that day in october.

“i thought you weren’t really a fan of tattoos.”

she shrugged, “i mean, i could hide it on my neck, my hair would cover it.”

this was when heeseung first thought, maybe i still have time to change.

so later that month, he picked up a tattoo gun for the first time and permanently inked chaewon’s skin with the same drawing on paper; a four-leaf clover with a heart curled on its stem.

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BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, JANUARY 2022.

heeseung couldn’t stand it anymore. he was constantly unhappy and self-loathing. he felt like he was watching every opportunity he had slip through his fingers like water.

nothing ever changed about himself.

at some point, he even thought that he must be some kind of masochist – wallowing in pain, simply watching him throw his own life away.

he was sick of it, he thought, if i stay here any longer i’ll die. and i’ll die regretful that i wasted a life.

he needed to get away from everything he knew – start fresh in a new city, with new people, and new opportunities.

so he made a reckless decision – and for the first time in his life, he selfishly put himself first before others.

so, he bit the bullet and spontaneously took a train to new york city, leaving everything and everyone he knew behind.

he never looked back, not once.

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NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 2023.

heeseung decided to get tattooed for the first time the second he arrived in new york. to commemorate a new chapter of his life, he got the words “luck” and “fate” written across the knuckles of both of his hands.

after all, those were the two things that got him here.

he stumbled upon a random tattoo shop when he first got off the train, just said, “fuck it,” and went inside – it just so happened to be jay’s uncle’s store, and that’s where the pair met for the first time.

now a year has passed since heeseung left boston, and he thinks that he’s finally found meaning in his life.

he left everything behind, he ignored the constant calls and texts, he completely started anew.

by now, he almost looked unrecognizable, body covered throughout in new ink.

he was finally doing everything he wanted to do; he’d done his apprenticeship at jay’s uncle’s shop, and he’d even done a couple of jobs as well.

the sound of the entrance to park’s tattoo parlour chimed when heeseung walked in.

jay’s uncle’s fingers snapped, “ah, you just missed it!”

heeseung walked over to him, helping him put away the rest of the used equipment, “hm? missed what?”

“you’ve never done a lower back tattoo before haven’t you? or is it still called a tramp stamp?”

heeseung shakes his head, “no, i haven’t actually – was it anything fancy?”

“not really, it was pretty simple, she just wanted ‘lucky you’ written on her lower back,” jay’s uncle replied.

heeseung laughs, “that’s a bit cheeky isn’t it?”

“what is?” he asked.

“the tattoo,” heeseung explained, “lucky you.”

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☆ GREENLIGHT - 00 PROLOGUE II

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- phewwww gotta hand it to them, i’d want heeseung as my president too🌚

- felix ended up flooding the frat house that night

- didn’t think about how heeseung didn’t hear about it so um… let’s pretend they told him but he just forgot ❤️

- beomgyu ended up sending invites to the entire school board within 10 minutes (they have no materials for the party whatsoever)

- the meeting heeseung missed was actually them designing his custom t shirts 🤗

- riki really wants a frat dog so he can use it to pick up girls

- yeonjun gets all the royalties made off of those heeseung shirts (he doesn’t even need it)

- yn thought she was hallucinating when she saw yeonjun hand out those t shirts like it was candy

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why must you hurt me like this 🫩🫩🫩

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 23 spring break in albany

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[word count: ~2.5k]

the morning before you left to albany, you stopped by heeseung’s shop at 11 am sharp.

before you left your apartment, he assured you that no one would else would be working at the time except for him. you ask him why, and he responded that he “wanted to have a moment.”

you walk into black heart ink, the familiar door chime sounding before you.

heeseung doesn’t have to look, he knows you like the back of his hand – he knew how punctual you always were, and he knew the wandering scent of your perfume.

you call out, “i’m here!”

heeseung turns to face you, proudly holding a wirebound sketchbook as if it were a trophy.

you tilt your head in confusion, “what’s that?”

he drops his arms, walking closer to you now, “remember when i told you i’d give you a tattoo?”

your cheeks immediately flushed. obviously you remember – in actuality, you’d rather forget about your entire first encounter with heeseung.

“yeah, i do.”

he sucked his teeth, “you know,” he dragged out, “ … the offer still stands.”

honestly, you didn’t even know if you wanted a tattoo. the night you met heeseung, you decided to try to get one in the spur of the moment – and well, you were also completely drunk. you always thought your first tattoo would also be your last, but you didn’t completely shy away from the idea of getting another one.

“i don’t really know,” you shrugged, “what would i even get?”

“c’mere lucky,” he gestures for you to stand beside him, sprawling out the sketchbook on the counters.

you lean on the counter, bringing the palms of your hands to your chin, examining the pages closely.

his fingers slide through the paper, “this was from my freshman year of university.”

your eyes widen with each page uncovered. you look at his drawings – some intricately drawn, some left simply. he stops at a certain page. you weren’t sure what he was looking at, but he turned to you, “i think this one’s calling your name, right?”

you hover over to see at what he’s pointing at. it’s small, nothing too fancy, it’s perfect; a four-leaf clover with a heart curled on its stem. you think it’s made for you, he thinks it too. he can’t remember when, or why he drew it back then, but he thought, this must be fate then, right?

“do you think so?” you questioned.

he chuckles lightly, “you know i do.”

you quickly scanned your body, “but, i don’t even know where i’d put it.”

heeseung stepped behind you, he drew all your hair in his hand and laid it over your shoulder.

he cupped the nape of your neck, “what about here?” he traced the design on your skin, “complements your existing tattoo well.”

you liked the placement, it wasn’t overtly obvious, and he was right – it would align well with “lucky you” down your spine.

“ … and i’d love seeing that on your back when you’re all bent over for me–”

“hey!” you exclaimed, swatting him out of his hold.

he looks down at you, a wide grin on his face, “hey, no pressure. it was just a thought.” his hands find a way to your waist, “i’ve never tattooed one of my drawings on anyone before. you’re special.”

your palms snaked up to his chest, “what am i?” you joked amusingly, “your muse or something? you draw portraits of me, and now you wanna draw on my skin like a blank canvas?”

“maybe,” he confessed, peppering light kisses on your neck.

you revelled in his touch, “you’re gonna make me late for my train, you know.”

he removed himself from you and held your face in his hands, “okay, okay,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, “you don’t have to do it.”

you knew that. you knew you didn’t have to. but it was him. it was heeseung – it was his drawing, a piece of him that would be etched onto you. and, for some crazy reason, you liked he thought of that; you’d proudly wear him like a tattoo.

“i want to.”

he smiles and this time, you kiss him. you trust him – you trust him completely.

you pull away, “alright, i have to go now.”

the two of you say your goodbyes; he tells you, “be safe, i’ll miss you.” you tell him, “i will, i’ll miss you too,” and you promptly made your way out.

heeseung watches you leave, not knowing that this’ll be the last time you walk away with your trust still in him.

.☘︎ ݁˖

when you were younger, at maybe 7 or 8 years old, you were convinced that you and chaewon had been born together, hand-in-hand, coming out of the uterus. from the second you became conscious, you could always turn your head in any direction, and she’d be there in some proximity.

she lived in the house beside yours. as toddlers, she went to the same daycare as you. when you two were 6, she went to the same elementary school as you. at 11, she attended the same middle school. in high school, she was always in the same classes as you. you and chaewon were inseparable – until you weren’t.

isn’t it only natural to grow out of an 18-year-old friendship? you’ve seen each other at every crucial, developmental life stage. you two were attached by the hip since forever – you guys were bound to grow apart at some point.

when it came to choosing your universities during senior year of high school, you and chaewon did something you two have never done before: choosing to be away from each other.

she left for boston, you went to new york.

but the distance never stopped you from being friends – well, friendly with each other. 18 years is a long time. sometimes, you think you guys still keep in contact because of how much shared history you have.

the move was different. you were completely alone in a new city, and so was she. you guys frequently called each other, still clinging onto familiarity. you remember, it was september 2021, and the autumn leaves had just started changing colours when you were on call with chaewon.

“hey! you’re cutting off, your signal sucks!” you heard her whine over the phone.

your freshman dorm room smelled like cheap nail polish and pungent acetone. the phone was propped up on your night lamp, as you painted your toes white, “did you hear me? i said i met a guy in my economics class. his name is soobin choi,” you waved your arms around all theatrically, “he has the dreamiest eyes, killer smile – and most importantly, he makes me laugh. like, a lot.”

she squeaked into the speaker, “no way! you scored already? i knew these NYU guys would love you.”

you giggled. you’ve never had a boyfriend before and you weren’t interested in a relationship in high school. this entire concept was foreign to you.

“oh!” you jolted up, “i just remembered, guess what? he’s from boston,” you hear her gasp on the other end, “ … do you think it’d be crazy to make you ask around campus and see if anyone there knows anything about him?”

you can’t hear it, but you know chaewon’s rolling her eyes into the back of her skull, “what’s crazier is that you know i’ll do it,” she laughs.

at this point, you start squealing, “ugh, you know i love you! thanks chae, i owe you,” you clear your throat and finish painting the last coat of polish, “anyways, what about you? have you met anyone yet?”

there’s a pause of silence on her side for a second, “hm, maybe.”

“stop being so fucking cryptic all the time, gross.”

she laughs, “no seriously, like there’s this guy, but i just see him around my department building. i haven’t talked to him yet.”

“what,” you blow on your nails, “is he also an art history major?”

chaewon’s line becomes jagged, but still decipherable, “dunno, guess i’ll just have to find out. we have some mutual friends, though.”

“so basically what i’m hearing right now is that we’re both getting lucky in freshman year,” you teased.

and you can hear the laughter through your speaker.

the two of you didn’t get off the phone for another two hours that day.

by the time the trees had turned all shades of red, orange, and yellow in october, you stopped hearing from chaewon. you weren’t really concerned, and you didn’t feel like you needed to be. this was normal – you’re in different schools, meeting different people, making different memories. you aren’t each other’s top priority right now.

and it stayed like this for the entirety of freshman year. for holidays, she’d stay in boston, you’d come home. at one point, you even thought she was purposely avoiding you. it wasn’t until the two of you came back home for the summer that you found out it was all a misunderstanding. but that wasn’t enough to keep you two from drifting away. you were still friends, but it was different now. the briefings stopped, calls were getting less frequent, and the texts would only ever be about your childhood or high school now.

even when you broke up with soobin, you never told her – she ended up finding out through your instagram (when you deleted all your pictures with him). you never really knew what she was up to anymore, and neither did she. but your new dynamic never bothered you guys. in fact, it was nice having a friend who didn’t live in your new city and knew the same people. you and chaewon never felt the need to indulge in each other’s personal lives and dramas anymore. it was like a relief.

so that’s why you liked seeing her whenever you came back to your hometown – it felt like breathing in fresh air.

3 new messages from “chaewon!” heyooo are u in albany yet front door is unlocked come to my room when u arrive

walking into chaewon’s room always felt like a time capsule; stuffed toys from when you guys were kids scattered around the area, textbooks from high school stacked on top of each other on shelves.

when you stepped inside, you saw chaewon sitting on her chair, carefully curling her locks.

“honey, i’m home!” you announced, hands flailing in the air.

chaewon looks up at you through her vanity mirror, “y/n!” she beamed, “how was the train here from new york city?”

you plop down on her bed, “exhausting,” you hear your phone go off.

2 new messages from “heeseung!” you arrive safely? lmk, don’t worry me lucky

you smile and unlock your phone to answer.

you yep, made it home in one piece u know u have my location for a reason

in the back, you can hear little grunts and curses under chaewon’s breath as she burns herself with the iron for the nth time.

you sit up, placing your phone in your back pocket, “what’re ya getting ready for, chae?”

finally, she puts down the hair tool and gleefully turns her head to you, “a tinder date, guess with whom – you’ll never believe it.”

“ugh, you know i hate guessing, just tell me.”

chaewon chirps, “do you remember daniel from high school?”

you stand up in shock, walking towards her, “no fucking way.”

“mhm,” her shoulder prancing, “can you come and help me curl my hair, i suck at it.”

you roll your eyes and grab the curling iron, “is that why you texted me to come over?”

she positions herself in the chair as if she were in a salon, “no, i missed you, of course!” you raise an eyebrow at her, “ … and you know how to use a curling iron.”

you just chuckle at her, grabbing her front strands first, “you don’t usually curl your hair, do you really like daniel that much?”

“y/n. he got hot after graduation. and i mean like super hot.”

“wait, show me a picture. what the fuck.”

chaewon hurriedly picks up her phone from the table, thumb tapping and scrolling frantically.

you move her shoulder-length hair away from the nape of her neck, and for a second, you almost miss it.

but how can you not miss it?

you saw the same four-leaf clover you had seen this morning. the stem of it curling into a heart. permanently inked on her skin.

it could’ve just been a common design but it was unmistakable. it looked exactly how it did on paper.

it was on the same place he traced on you earlier with his fingertips.

maybe if she had shown you her phone earlier, you wouldn’t have seen it.

but you did.

and you can’t change the fact that you’ve seen it.

chaewon shoves her phone in your face, “here, look!”

you don’t give a flying fuck about how hot daniel is now.

you tried to act normal, but instead a shaky voice escaped from your mouth, “hey chaewon? i never knew you had a tattoo.”

she instantly covers the back of her neck with the palm of her hand, almost out of shame, and whips her head towards you.

her eyes widen at you, “i forgot that it’s still there. isn’t it kind of out-of-character for me to have a tattoo?”

you don’t respond yet, she keeps talking, “i was really stupid back then. i got it on a whim because of a guy.”

you speak cautiously, “when did you get it?”

she grabs the iron from your hand, starting to curl her own hair in a rush, “freshman year of university. i don’t really wanna talk about it.”

your heart sank, and now it all makes sense.

it was her. she was her.

soobin warning you, chaewon randomly disappearing, heeseung leaving during his freshman year, him withdrawing information about his past.

he never mentioned where he used to live. you never got to ask him which university he went to, you didn’t have to anymore – it was boston. and you felt so stupid.

this uncomfortable feeling started bubbling in your stomach, your eyes welled up. you were played as a fool.

they were right. everyone who was warning you about him was right. how come you didn’t see this one coming? it was too good to be true.

your phone buzzes again, and you reach for your back pocket to glance at the notification.

1 new message from “heeseung!” need to hear it from you first

“need to hear it from you first?” what a fucking hypocrite.

you shove your phone back into your pocket.

whatever chaewon had been talking about for the past five minutes had just been going in through one ear and out the other.

she didn’t do anything wrong. she doesn’t even know. but you just don’t fucking care about what she has to say right now.

you watch chaewon stand up from her vanity, “okay, i gotta run. i’m already late,” she fills her purse with cosmetics, “thanks for helping me out today.”

she leaps in to give you a big embrace.

you chose to selfishly not hug her back.

you follow her out of the house.

chaewon drives away waving bye to you as you stand in front of your front door. and when she turns the corner, you run to the bathroom to throw up.

you’re nothing special to him. you never were.

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author's note: i am so sorry.

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