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Birthday boy

Genre: Domestic fluff.

Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

Warnings: drunk Cheol, shirtless Cheol may count as a warning?.

- Yuin’s note: A short sweet drabble I did for Scoups birthday (I'ts still 8th of august in hometown so I'm not late). Anyways, happiest birthday to our amazing leader. I love you Cheoli (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

"You know, I don't mind if you wanna hang out with your friends, I really like them," you took a breath, "but I don’t like this!"

Seungcheol said nothing but his muffled laugh wasn’t helping, you were losing the little patience you had at that moment.

"Hey! Don't move."

But the more you struggled to towel dry his hair, the more complicated it became. His friends had planned a dinner for his birthday and it was supposed to be just a chill met…

It was past two in the morning and you had to jump out of bed when you received a curious call from Seungkwan asking you to open the door, and you greeted a smiling Cheol that could barely stand his feet.

Helping him shower had already been a nightmare and didn’t help that much, lucky you that at least he could put on his pajamas by himself (putting on simple pants wasn’t difficult after all). However, his hair was still soaked.

"Just stay still," you told him, gently rubbing the towel to dry his hair, "or we'll be here all night."

"I told you, I can sleep like this!” He complained, though he didn't get up from his seat. “You’re overreacting."

"You could get sick and we don't want that, not today," maybe that would help him come to his senses, “And, I'm almost done."

He didn't respond but you could hear a faint babble that sounded like a complaint; you decided to ignore it. A few minutes later the task was done.

"Good," you sighed with relief as you got out of bed, "Let’s brush it a little."

You went to the dresser for the brush and stood right in front of him, and before you could do anything, Cheol fell toward you, taking you by surprise when he rested his cheek against your belly.

"Let's go to sleep now," he murmured between laughs.

You clenched your fists, frustrated. "Just let me finish."

"I can do it tomorrow," he replied as he wrapped his arms around your torso with a strength you didn't expect.

"Seungcheol, please just..."

"Your belly is so comfortable," he said in a soft tone, "I think... I could fall asleep here."

"And you can," you said through gritted teeth, "just let me..."

"You have the cutest belly," you felt his arms tighten a little, "it's... the cutest..."

It was inevitable to smile like a fool at his sweet words, but you weren't going to give in so easily.

"Being a sweetie won't make me forget that you even drank from the sink."

Cheol shrugged, laughing awkwardly. "Still, I love you and your cute belly."

You sighed, and you kissed the top of his head. "Okay birthday boy, you win. Let's go to sleep," and to celebrate his victory, Seungcheol left a small kiss just below your chest, "Night, babe. There’s a lot to do tomorrow."

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it cuts you deeply, but you try to disguise it with a smile. you're just friends, and you know it.

you know it, so his arm around their shoulder shouldn't bother you that much. you know it, so the way he leans on them while he laughs shouldn't make you roll your eyes. you know it, so the way he strokes their skin shouldn't make you feel like throwing up.

it's sickening, actually. you should be happy for chan, but honestly every time he brings them a drink or how he stops everything he's doing just to pay attention to them makes you stomach flip, and not in a good way. you try to, but you can't shake the feeling that, damn, that should be you beside him.

chan is a great guy though, so he tries to tone it down. when he sees you staring, he reminds himself that while he has the right to be in love, he should also be mindful of your feelings. the night he rejected you he promised himself that he wouldn't hurt your feelings more than he was already hurting, and god knows he's a man of his word.

"do you want anything?", chan asks you as he gets up from his seat. he's yet again going to get his new lover a drink.

you look at his eyes and fuck, he seems so happy. he loves them, don't he? like, for real, he's fully in love, down bad for them. and you hate it because you should be happy for chan, that he found someone who looks after him and loves him equally, who's ready to be there for him at any time needed.

so you wanna tell him that, yes, you want him to be happy; that it hurts like hell and you're trying so, so hard not to listen to the little green monster called jealousy inside you right now, that you're doing your best to keep things as they are because you don't wanna lose him - not again -, and that you fully wish the best for him, because he deserves only the best things in the world, even if you're not one of them.

but you only smile - a sad smile, chan knows you through and through -, and sigh. "no, i'm good."

a/n: i think i'm better at writing angst, idk.

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Next chapter

Genre: fluff.

Pairing: Dokyeom x reader.

Warnings: none.

“Min… Hey, Seokmin,” your whispered his name, but it wasn’t enough, so you gently patted his shoulder. “Wake up, Min.”

He let out a slight groan as he was in a very deep sleep, and you woke him up. But then Seokmin remembered where he was and what you both were supposed to be doing, so he quickly sat up, his face showing something very close to concern.

“I’m sorry,” he replied with a yawn, rubbing his eyes, “how long have I been asleep?”

“Half a chapter, maybe?” you pressed your lips together to bite back a smile. You weren’t upset, actually, it was quite the opposite: His sleepy face was so adorable that it made your heart skip a beat, it was impossible to be mad at such a pretty man.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, this time in a lower and sleepier voice, “I’m so exhausted...”

“There’s no need to rush, we can watch the series tomorrow.”

You were going to place the remote on the small table next to the sofa, but Seokmin held your hand, preventing your movement. “Put on the next chapter, please.”

You shrugged with a hint of guilt, but you gave in to his insistence and turned the TV back on.

“Fine, but you won’t understand anything,” you chuckled quietly while searching the catalog of the series.

“Don’t worry about me, just… put on the next episode.”

Saying this, he rested his head on your lap and left a small kiss on your thigh. You let out a small laugh, and your hand instinctively settled on his hair, running your fingers through his strands and taking a moment to appreciate the moment.

If there was something better than relaxing and sitting down to watch a series after a long, busy day, it was being with your favorite person while sharing an ordinary and pleasant moment. These mundane things are the ones that make your chest burn in love for him.

And that happiness was the reason you forgive every single time he falls asleep when watching something together; after all, this wasn’t the first time and surely it wouldn’t be the last either.

“Maybe, just maybe…” your voice sounded a bit teasing, “if you sat somewhere else, you could watch the whole episode.”

“It's okay sweetie, also,” he rested his hand on your thigh, “I’m very comfortable here, I’m not going to move.”

A playful smile appeared on your face as you gently pinched one of his cheeks, and you heard a sigh of joy escape his lips. He was going to fall asleep again, but it would be a crime to deny him that bliss.

“One more chapter and then we’ll go to sleep, okay?”

“Yeah... Just one more…”

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Birthday boy

Genre: Domestic fluff.

Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

Warnings: drunk Cheol, shirtless Cheol may count as a warning?.

- Yuin’s note: A short sweet drabble I did for Scoups birthday (I'ts still 8th of august in hometown so I'm not late). Anyways, happiest birthday to our amazing leader. I love you Cheoli (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

"You know, I don't mind if you wanna hang out with your friends, I really like them," you took a breath, "but I don’t like this!"

Seungcheol said nothing but his muffled laugh wasn’t helping, you were losing the little patience you had at that moment.

"Hey! Don't move."

But the more you struggled to towel dry his hair, the more complicated it became. His friends had planned a dinner for his birthday and it was supposed to be just a chill met…

It was past two in the morning and you had to jump out of bed when you received a curious call from Seungkwan asking you to open the door, and you greeted a smiling Cheol that could barely stand his feet.

Helping him shower had already been a nightmare and didn’t help that much, lucky you that at least he could put on his pajamas by himself (putting on simple pants wasn’t difficult after all). However, his hair was still soaked.

"Just stay still," you told him, gently rubbing the towel to dry his hair, "or we'll be here all night."

"I told you, I can sleep like this!” He complained, though he didn't get up from his seat. “You’re overreacting."

"You could get sick and we don't want that, not today," maybe that would help him come to his senses, “And, I'm almost done."

He didn't respond but you could hear a faint babble that sounded like a complaint; you decided to ignore it. A few minutes later the task was done.

"Good," you sighed with relief as you got out of bed, "Let’s brush it a little."

You went to the dresser for the brush and stood right in front of him, and before you could do anything, Cheol fell toward you, taking you by surprise when he rested his cheek against your belly.

"Let's go to sleep now," he murmured between laughs.

You clenched your fists, frustrated. "Just let me finish."

"I can do it tomorrow," he replied as he wrapped his arms around your torso with a strength you didn't expect.

"Seungcheol, please just..."

"Your belly is so comfortable," he said in a soft tone, "I think... I could fall asleep here."

"And you can," you said through gritted teeth, "just let me..."

"You have the cutest belly," you felt his arms tighten a little, "it's... the cutest..."

It was inevitable to smile like a fool at his sweet words, but you weren't going to give in so easily.

"Being a sweetie won't make me forget that you even drank from the sink."

Cheol shrugged, laughing awkwardly. "Still, I love you and your cute belly."

You sighed, and you kissed the top of his head. "Okay birthday boy, you win. Let's go to sleep," and to celebrate his victory, Seungcheol left a small kiss just below your chest, "Night, babe. There’s a lot to do tomorrow."

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I’m completely normal about him

I definitely didn’t write that even if my name is on it

This totally isn’t about him in glasses

I swear I’m normal

I’m sane about Lee Jihoon

I PROMISE YOU IM NORMAL

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im just in love with those cd thingies they match with all my aesthetics tf

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beomgyu for @starchaptertogether & @xeunghan

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Seatmates

Genre: hurt/comfort.

Pairing: (college crush) Wonwoo x female reader.

Warnings: (not so) subtle mention of leave this astral plane, crying, basically Wonwoo being your serotonin boost.

- Yuin’s note: This is a fragment of another story that may never see the light of day and I don't think it's suitable for everyone (It was born when I was fully depressed, I leave the rest to your imagination)

The golden hour had just passed and in its place, heavy shadows began to rise, slowly creeping like dark monsters. If you didn’t hurry, you might run into one or two problems on your way home. But that was just what you didn’t want to do — go home.

The soccer field was empty as everyone had already left, you were the only one left sitting on a bench, your hands resting in your lap as if they weighed a ton, and you sighed, thinking how pitiful they looked. When was the last time you paid attention to them?

At that moment, you heard someone’s footsteps approaching and when you looked up, you found yourself facing a pair of glasses and a faint smile.

“So here you were,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all over campus.”

You blinked several times, a little oblivious to his kind words. “You… were looking for me?”

Wonwoo nodded. “Of course, we’re seatmates on the bus!”

Something clicked in the deepest part of your mind. Was he waiting for you? Did he really want to go with you so much that he came to find you? Or was he just so used to your presence?

“The last bus will arrive soon,” Wonwoo continued, “let’s go.”

You didn’t answer right away. You thought about it for a moment, your gaze raising just enough, and with a pleading tone, a question barely escaped from your lips: “Wonwoo, could you stay with me for a moment?”

His face suddenly turned serious as he sat down next to you, not adding a single word. Both of you remained silent for a moment, and then you spoke.

“Do you remember…” you hesitated a little, “do you remember that day, when we took the bus together for the first time? You told me that… if I wanted to cry, you’d lend me your shoulder…”

“Yes, I remember,” he replied firmly.

Wonwoo realized the weight of his words when your head gently leaned against his shoulder. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep himself steady, even though his chest was burning and his mind was a mess. 

You seemed so fragile at that moment and Wonwoo told himself that he should be strong… Just for you.

“Wonu,” you murmured, and he answered very softly to his name, “have you ever dreamed of disappearing?”

The question fell on him like a bucket of cold water. “…Disappearing?” he repeated.

“Yesterday I had a dream. I was a bird living in a big tree that was dying, so I had to fly away. After waking up, I started crying…” and after a moment of hesitant silence, you added, “because I wanted to disappear too.”

The last ray of sun in the distance was fading, and Wonwoo did nothing but watch it in deep silence. Then, his attention was stolen by a faint sob, which soon turned into a broken cry…

Wonwoo felt a sharp pain on his chest as he sat motionless, all he could do was rest his head against yours, as a weak phrase escaped his lips.

“I’m here,” he placed his hand over yours. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Soon the inconsolable crying gave away, little by little, to a deep silence, interrupted only by the soft song of some insect.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to the summer sky, starry and clear, it was such a beautiful piece of art. You lowered your gaze and you found Wonwoo’s hand holding yours. How come you didn’t notice before? It was cold, but also very comfortable, as if it had been made to fit each other.

You smiled to yourself.

You lifted your face slightly and met Wonwoo’s gaze, who was looking at you with concern, maybe a little curious. It was the first time something like this had happened. Under the dim lights of the field's lanterns, you could see every part of his face, his deep eyes, his flushing cheekbones, and his lips… So close to yours.

The very thought made your whole body weak; closing the distance and sealing them with a small kiss seemed so easy. But then, you had a moment of clarity and something in your mind clicked.

“Wait!” you pushed him by the shoulder as you turned your face away, keeping distance with your arm fully stretched, “Don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo remained still. “…Like this?”

“Don’t look at me, I said!”

It had been a long time since you’d felt such embarrassment, and the fact that it was with him didn’t help. Things couldn’t get any worse. Suddenly, disappearing wasn’t just a vague dream but more like a dire necessity. Or so you thought.

You turned a little to look at Wonwoo, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, there was only a shy laugh.

“…What?” you protested in turn, “What’s so funny!?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Wonwoo tried to stay calm but he was too anxious to do so, “I was really worried about you, that’s all.”

You lowered your gaze a little, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I-I shouldn’t have made you go through… this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Wonwoo placed his hand on your shoulder, that gave you a bit of strength and you lifted your face to look at him. “I said that you can count on me, remember?”

The corner of your lips curved up a little in a weak smile.

“Crying doesn’t make you weak,” he continued, his voice confident, “though it’s a shame not to see your pretty smile…”

“You’re right…” The words stopped suddenly, your eyebrows curved slightly towards the center. “Wait, what did you say?”

Wonwoo couldn’t (or didn’t want to) process what he just said. He opened his mouth but, afraid of making things worse, closed it right away. Your curious gaze made all his confidence vanish, and he quickly removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Nothing!” he exclaimed, turning his face away, “And don’t look at me like that!”

Wonwoo turned back slowly, your face expressionless and oblivious to what was happening. You brought your hands to cover your mouth but a soft laugh still made its way through, and far from being upset, he felt relieved.

Wonwoo wished to turn back time and stop himself from saying such compromising words, but if that made you smile again, maybe it was okay. After all, nothing can compare to the smile of the prettiest girl in class.

It didn't take long for silence to return, comfortable and peaceful. No one dared say anything, as if time had stopped for a few minutes, just for the two of you. Finally, Wonwoo sighed, and his smiling face turned serious again.

“Y/n… I don’t know if it matters, but if you leave…” he subtly looked away, feeling a little intimidated, “If you leave, I’d miss you…”

“What does that…?”

“We’re classmates!” he interrupted, “We share the same desk, and… I like having you as my partner.”

Hearing those words felt comforting; in fact, it was the only thing you wanted to hear. They meant the world coming from the nice guy who sat next to you every day, sharing laughs and homework, making days less suffocating, even if it’s just a little.

Wonwoo turned as you remained silent, looking at the floor. Your face was still a little swollen from crying, but a small smile was drawn on your lips.

Wonwoo said nothing, but he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly, he stood up. “We missed the last bus,” he looked at his wristwatch, “we can catch a taxi downtown.”

“If there’s no other option,” you shrugged, “though it’s much more expensive.”

“Leave it to me,” Wonwoo winked at you, a quick jolt went through your heart, “although…”

“Although…?”

Wonwoo hesitated a little and after a long breath, he asked, “Do you want me to invite you to dinner?... I mean, it's late, you must be hungry… and… Do you want to go?”

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#287

Seokmin: Why are you on the floor?

Vernon: I lost something.

Seokmin: What?

Vernon: Balance.

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GOOD MORNING EVERYONE ☀️

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Mission: Love letter

Genre: fluff and pinch of humor.

Pairing: Jeonghan x female!reader.

Warnings: Firts person P.O.V, some cursing, Stayc's Sumin appears briefly just because.

- Yuin’s note: Let me get this straight. I wrote this long ago but didn't posted it bc I'm really insecure about it. However, here it is after all. I am cringe and I am free. Lowkey is a experimental fic, so let me know what you guys think.

🎵 Now playing: Blush - Wooah

“Just tell him how you feel, it’s not that complicated.” 

Yes, it sounded simple, but only when he said it.

After all, it wasn’t about Joshua or his complicated feelings; it was about me, being unable to express my feelings and breathing at the same time. No wonder why. 

Even though he was just a human like me, he was Yoon Jeonghan, a.k.a. the crush of basically half the campus, a.k.a everyone’s favorite, including me. Handsome, smart, cool and with a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts.

My elbows were propped on the table as my chin was resting in my hands, maybe that would somehow help me think (spoiler: it didn’t). I had already finished my slice of carrot cake and the huge red tea I had ordered, maybe out of anxiety or because it was almost dinner time and I skipped lunch. Joshua, on the other hand, was taking his time to savor his snack.

“I wish it were that easy,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I tried once and we know what happened.”

“Ah, yes,” Joshua covered his mouth as he laughed, even though he knew how mad I get about that story, “I’m sorry, but honestly… It was hilarious.”

“Josh!”

“Just try not to trip on your way to the bathroom... Again.”

“You’re a jerk, and you know it,” I said, still pointing an accusing finger at him, but he kept stifling his laughter. “Bro be serious!”

“Alright,” Joshua cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat, giving a more serious appearance with his serene face. “How long have we been friends?”

“Since…Middle school?”

“Very good! Middle school. Tell me, in these… Ten-like years of friendship, have I ever lied to you?”

I snorted. We both knew the answer to that question.

“In serious situations,” Joshua added.

“…Never.”

“Then,” he leaned forward a bit over the table to get closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine in a way that it was almost scary, “Why don’t you believe me when I tell you it’s not that complicated?”

I swallowed hard. How could I argue? He sounded very convincing, still, I refused to agree with him.

“It’s not that easy,” I stammered, “I already messed up once, and now it could be twice... Or three...”

“This time it won’t be at a party, full of people… And definitely no alcohol.”

“I thought it would help me be more extroverted!”

“To be an alcoholic, maybe.”

Talking to Joshua didn’t seem to be helping as much as I thought, and I was starting to lose my patience. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask for his advice, even if he and Jeonghan were roommates.

Joshua took a breath and gently wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. “Thanks, I haven’t laughed that much in a long time,” he said. With that, he cleared his throat and adopted his serious posture again. “Listen, Y/N, if you’re so worried about that, why don’t you write it down?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Like a love letter?”

“Yeah. If your problem is speaking, then write it.”

“Josh, I’m not in high school” I was disgusted with the idea and it showed. “What would Hannie think if I gave him a letter to confess?”

“You know what I think?” Joshua raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You think it is indeed a good idea, but you don't wanna do it because you’re scared”.

I was ready to fight him when my phone started ringing. My roommate’s name showed on the screen. She told me how she had left her keys inside the room and was locked out; I could barely understand due to her nervous explanation. I had to leave Joshua to go help her, however, at this point I guess it was a relief.

As I hung up the phone, I noticed he was looking at his phone screen with a wide, satisfied smile on his face, and it was somehow chilling.

“Done!~” he put his phone aside and took a sip of his drink.

“…What’s done?” I asked, fearing his answer.

“Tomorrow you’ll have breakfast with Jeonghan,” Joshua clapped softly, which seemed more like blatant mockery than a celebration, then emphasized his next sentence with the sasiest voice he ever made: “He’ll be waiting for you at nine, at our usual spot. So I recommend you start thinking about your outfit; on your date.”

“Joshua Hong, what the hell did you do?!”

He took another sip of his drink, unmoved; it was his song of victory. I had no more excuses. No words could express how upset I felt, but at that point I couldn't back down without feeling guilty. I was cornered.

Joshua looked at his wristwatch and made a fake expression of astonishment, “You’re late and Sumin is waiting for you.”

I gave him one last blank stare and quickly grabbed my backpack, before leaving I left some bills on the table.

“Next time I’ll let you starve.”

He laughed mockingly. “Oh, don’t forget to wear a cute blush too!”

“Dear Jeonghan, I hope this letter finds you well…” No, it sounded too formal.

“Hey Hannie, how are you? I hope I’m not being inopportune…” No, it sounded too fake; I don’t talk like that.

I didn’t even know how to start. Just thinking about Jeonghan reading this letter made my mind a complete mess; I felt like my chest was going to explode. I didn’t know a confession could be so problematic. Even worse, it was already past ten at night: I was running out of time and hadn’t even written the first line.

What could I do?

Then, my roommate’s voice burst into my room, pulling me (for the better) out of the hole it was in my head.

“I’m buying some snacks, do you want me to bring you anything?” she asked.

“Yes, please, and…” I paused and shrugged a little in my chair, “Sumin, can I ask you for help with something?”

She nodded several times, expectating.

“I need to write… a love letter” I took a deep breath, “And I don’t know how…”

“Ah! Finally!” she interrupted, way too happy. “You’re finally going to confess to Jeonghan!”

I remained silent and expressionless, but the blush on my cheeks could be seen from across the city.

“Yeah… I need help writing the letter.”

“I’ve never written a letter, not that type,” Sumin crossed her arms, her thoughtful gaze wandering around the room. “Shouldn’t you just write what you feel?”

Damn it, Joshua said the same thing. I felt that it wasn’t enough. Maybe she understood from my devastated expression that it wasn’t helping.

“Oh!” She looked at me, smiling. “Tell me, what do you like most about Jeonghan?”

Where to even begin? It wasn’t just his pleasant voice, or the elegance he radiated with his mere presence. Jeonghan was much more than a flawless hair and an enviable sense of style. 

It was about the way he always found me, even in a room full of people, and made me feel part of something. In how his bright smile can comfort me after a tough day. In the comfortable moments of silence that could last minutes or hours. And I could go on talking about him for hours without stopping…

“That’s so sweet!” Sumin exclaimed. “You must write it!”

Were those just my thoughts, or did I actually say it? Damn it. 

I sighed, distrustfully. “Don’t you think it’s a bit… cheesy?”

“But, you are cheesy!” Sumin laughed as I wondered if she really thinks before speaking. “And we all love you like that. Everything will be fine.”

Sumin’s words gave me a little encouragement, so I took a deep breath and resolved to write no matter what. I thanked her and went back to my computer; I’d have time later to transfer it to a more presentable physical sheet.

“I’m getting your snack now,” and before leaving, Sumin turned around to add: “Oh, and don’t forget to put on some nice blush tomorrow.”

“You’re the second person who tells me that today… Don’t you have anything else you want to share?”

Sumin smiled awkwardly and that said a lot, but I had no time to argue about her involvement in the mission: love letter. For now, there was a lot of work to do. I was resolved to confess to Jeonghan, and now no one could stop me.

It was almost nine in the morning and I had been waiting for ten minutes at our spot, a small fountain on the boulevard two blocks from my building. A thousand scenarios were running through my head all night long. I felt a tension I had never experienced, and my restless hands playing with a lock of hair was perhaps the smallest of my problems.

However, all of them vanished for a moment when I saw him approaching in the distance. Jeonghan was coming towards me, and I could only stare, admiring him: his angelic face, his gorgeous hair, the beautiful outfit he had chosen… Could somebody like me meet his standards?

His voice brought me back to reality, and I was aware again of my numb body. I tried to disguise the nerves attacking me, but I was never good at pretending, not in front of him.

“Y/N! Good morning,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t worry,” I stammered, “it was my fault, I arrived too early.”

“Is something wrong? You sound a little down,” he stepped closer, looking straight into my eyes. “Are you feeling well?”

I took a step back and cleared my throat.

“Of course! Couldn’t be better,” of course not, but he didn't have to know. “Should we go?”

We walked for a few minutes in complete silence. I thought of many ways to start a conversation, and all of them were discarded before they left my mouth; no idea seemed good enough. 

On the other hand he was too quiet, more than he usually is, and a terrifying thought struck me. Maybe he didn’t want to be there? Could Jeonghan be doing this just because Joshua asked him? I sighed and immediately felt his hand resting on my shoulder, making me jump slightly.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course…” I tried not to sound distracted. “…What you said.” But I was convinced I sounded like an idiot.

“So, where do you wanna go?” he smiled, and I could tell he was a bit confused.

I quickly looked to the side and there was an empty bus stop, so I asked him if we could go talk for a moment. We sat down and I took a breath before speaking, clutching the small bag that was resting on my lap with both hands.

“Jeonghan,” I paused briefly before continuing, his eyes locked on me were somehow intimidating, “…there’s something I want to give you.”

And as I reached into my bag to pull out the letter, he placed his hand on top of mine.

“Wait,” he said firmly, “I want to tell you something first.” I felt almost as if my entire body had paralyzed.

He sat up straight in his chair and cleared his throat, a soft smile on his lips.

“We’ve been friends for a while, and we made a lot of happy memories,” he suddenly stopped speaking and swallowed. “You’re a valuable person to me and… I would like you to continue being… that special person for a long time.”

“Of course,” I said without hesitating.

“Really?”.

“Of course! After all, we’re friends.”

He fell silent, but then he covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. At that point, I wasn’t understanding a thing, and I think my face completely gave me away.

“Y/N, I’m trying to tell you… that I like you.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I’ve liked you for a while and…”

“That was my line!” I interrupted. Apparently, I spoke too loudly because he froze in his spot.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “—Excuse me?”

I pulled the letter from my bag and placed it in front of him. Jeonghan looked at it, blinking at me several times and his mouth fell. I just couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, my cheeks were burning so much that I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

And as if everything I was feeling in my stomach wasn’t enough, Jeonghan began to laugh in such a charming way …For a moment, I was convinced I wouldn't live to tell.

“Are you serious?” he asked, taking the letter and looking it over. Was he nervous? Was he uncomfortable enough and couldn’t speak? I don’t know.

I kept my gaze down, as if I were guilty of something, and after breathing slowly a couple of times, I gathered the courage to speak.

“I didn’t know how to express it… So I wrote you a letter.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me!” he exclaimed. I felt my heart skip a beat. “You put so much effort into it, and I just said it like that, now I feel bad.”

“No, it’s okay!” I nodded several times; he just smiled. “But… Is it true?”

“What thing?”

“That I… You like me that way?” I looked away. It felt really silly to ask, but I still couldn't believe what was happening.

I felt his hand cupping my jaw with a gentle touch, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was so kind it felt unreal.

“And why not?” his fingers played with a lock of my hair. “You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t fall for that adorable flushed face?”

Joshua’s words echoed in my head. Have these two talked about me in the past? And how much?

“Also,” he added, tucking my bangs behind my ear, “you’re attentive and with the purest heart I’ve ever seen. Just look at this cute letter!”

“You… You really think that about me?” I whispered, still incredulous.

“Since we met. So, tell me,” he cleared his throat. “Would you like to have a date with me?”

Jeonghan extended his hand to me, and I accepted it, nodding at his invitation. My hand rested against his, and he took it, as if it were made of glass, leaning in to place a small kiss on my knuckles. Then he made a movement with his head to tell me that we could leave, and so we continued on our way, fingers intertwined and taking our first step into this new chapter of our lives.

“By the way,” I said halfway, “please read the letter when you’re alone.”

“Why?” he asked playfully, “Too cheesy to handle?”

“That sounds very familiar,” I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. He looked at me like a culprit and smiled, trying to hide it. “Tell me, does anyone else know about this?”

“well, maybe I talked about one, or two things, with someone…” His wandering gaze spoke for itself.

“Hannie…”

“I didn’t say names… Or anything about a plan…”

“So there was a plan involved!” Embarrassing wasn’t enough. I felt like a complete idiot.

“I’ll be honest, nobody mentioned a letter, you really surprised me… And,” Jeonghan shrugged, “You’re a… little obvious.”

“... What do you mean by “a little”?!”

Jeonghan let out a poorly disguised chuckle and put his arm over my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

“We can discuss it later, it’s our first date, I’m starving, and I can’t wait for you to tell me all about theis letter…” 

“You can read it later!”

“No, tell me! Tell me now!”

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