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0cta9on · 2 months

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Hey there! How about this for a short. If you don't mind, how about a short with either Stayc's Sumin or Nmixx's Jiwoo where OC picks her up after a very tiring rehearsal and they do a picnic on top of a hill after and then OC proposes? Thank you!

Took a couple creative liberties with this one, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

The sound of your pounding heart echoes your ears and you have to remind yourself to focus on your breathing. As you sit in the parking lot of the JYP building, you couldn’t help but worry about everything that you had planned for today. If things went well, then this day would be the start of the rest of your life.

With one final breath, you grab the box of donuts sitting in your passenger seat and make your way towards the elevators. Thanks to a special ID card that your girlfriend gave you, making it past the front desk is a piece of cake, although with how often you visit her you wouldn’t be surprised if they recognized your face at this point. The elevator ride takes a little while since the dance rooms are on the higher parts of the building, so you use the extra time to calm yourself down. You wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise you had waiting for your girlfriend.

Finally, the elevator doors open to your floor and you quickly make your way towards Nmixx’s dance room, sharing brief greetings with staff and other JYP idols that you pass by. You take a quick peek through the door to see all of them sitting on the ground, resting after a presumably tough day of practicing for their next comeback. Amongst the girls, your eyes are immediately attracted to her - the love of your life, Kim Jiwoo.

You and Jiwoo first met when the both of you were trainees under JYP. Due to the small difference in age, the both of you got along well, always hanging around each other when you weren’t practicing and supporting each other when the other was struggling. Over the years, your bond grew closer and certain feelings had arisen within you, feelings that you were forced to suppress if you wanted to keep being a trainee. But despite all the risks, you confessed to her anyway, and to your surprise, she said yes - not even a week later, you were kicked from JYP (for different reasons).

Thankfully, JYP saw no issues with your relationship as long as it didn’t affect her training, so you were able to keep in touch with her despite not being a trainee yourself anymore. The two of you would send little love letters to each other that her members and even some of the staff would help pass along, and if you were lucky, Jiwoo would run off to the Han River with you for a little picnic date, eating convenience store snacks and cuddling under the night sky.

Once she debuted as a member of Nmixx, things only got easier from there. You could text and call each other everyday now that she had access to her personal phone, and thanks to the lucrative career change you took after your idol dreams fell through, you were able to attend everyone of her events, always purchasing the highest level ticket in order to see her closely for a few seconds. While you obviously had to keep your relationship a secret from her fans for the sake of her reputation, the excitement the two of you got from seeing each other was blatantly obvious, granting you a small viral moment on social media where you were dubbed as “Jiwoo’s Lucky Fanboy”.

Taking one final deep breath, you open the door and enter the dance room. The girls notice your presence and greet you with varying levels of exhaustion from their practice, but Jiwoo immediately jumps to her feet, almost tackling you with the eagerness of a puppy.

“Oppa~!” She screams into your ear before peppering your face with kisses.

“Jiwoo, careful of the donuts!” You warn her, trying to keep the box of donuts from getting crushed. Jiwoo stops momentarily, but her eyes never leave you as you place the boxes on a nearby counter. “I figured you guys would be tired from practicing for your comeback, so I thought I’d stop by and give you guys some snacks for energy.”

“Aw, thank you, that’s so sweet of you,” Lily says as she and the rest of the girls each grab a piece. Jiwoo, on the other hand, completely ignores the donuts, opting to jump into your arms instead.

“I missed you,” she pouts before wrapping her arms around your neck and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. You hear her members teasing the two of you in the background, but you didn’t care. You would gladly take on the jeers of a million- no, a billion people if it meant getting to taste her soft lips everyday. Your hands instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her as close to you as you can.

“I missed you too, baby,” you whisper, resting your forehead against hers. Despite the respite that Jiwoo gives you when you’re around her, your heart still pounds with anxiety as you remember what you planned to do later. “U-um, d-do you, uh…”

She giggles at your nervous stuttering. “What are you so flustered for, did I make your heart flutter?” Jiwoo teases, playfully nudging your shoulder. A soft chuckle escapes your lips, slightly calming your nerves.

“Do you wanna go to the Han River for a little date? It’s been awhile since we last went,” you ask, trying to keep your heart rate under control. This isn’t even the most difficult question you’ll have to ask tonight.

Jiwoo looks towards her members, gauging their reactions. “Go ahead, but don’t be out too late,” Haewon says, jokingly glaring at the both of you. Laughing, you take Jiwoo’s hand in yours and dash out of the room, an overwhelming feeling of excitement and anxiety welling within your chest.

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While driving to the Han River, Jiwoo falls asleep, exhausted from practicing for an entire day. You hate to wake her up, especially when she’s snoring cutely like a sleeping puppy, but it’s a small price to pay in order to make sure your plan turns out successfully.

“Baby, wake up. We’re here,” you whisper, gently nudging her shoulder. She eventually comes to, her hair a little messy and her eyes struggling to stay open. You plant a small peck on her lips, hoping it’ll give her enough energy to wake up. “You are so cute, Jiwoo.”

“I know,” she says jokingly before stretching her limbs. You quickly grab the picnic basket and blanket that you hid in the trunk and help her out of the car. “Wah, oppa, did you plan for this?”

“Of course I did, baby,” you say, chuckling at her excitement. “You mean a lot to me and I want you to know that.” Jiwoo smiles brightly, her cheeks flashing a bright red as she clings to your arm. You take her to a small hill that perfectly overlooks the glimmering waters of the river and the lights of the city shining in the distance. A live jazz band plays in the background, coincidentally setting the mood for what you are about to do. Everything is set up perfectly - now all you have to do is take that leap.

After unfurling the picnic blanket, the two of you sit down next to each other, melting into each others’ warmth. Jiwoo opens up the basket and gasps loudly at the sight of all her favorite snacks and candies that you had prepared. “Thank you so much, oppa!” She nearly tackles you to the ground with her embrace, placing a kiss on every inch of your face. “Practice has been so hard lately with our comeback date coming so soon. This means a lot,” she says before giving you one final kiss on the lips.

“Anything for you, Jiwoo. I love you.” She giggles at your confession, hiding her face in her hands. Your heart almost bursts out of your chest from how cute she is. You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to do it now. “Here, let me take a picture of you facing the river,” you say, doing your best to appear calm.

Jiwoo turns her back to you, flashing a peace sign with her hand as you pull out your phone. However, instead of setting it to picture mode, you start recording a video. With one final breath, you fish out your surprise from your pocket - a tiny little box that contains all your love for her.

“O-okay, now turn around,” you tell her, your voice threatening to choke from the sudden plethora of emotions swarming in your chest. Time seems to slow down as she turns to you, her expression from happiness to confusion to shock in the fraction of a second. In your hand is none other than a wedding ring, specifically chosen for the girl you love the most.

“K-Kim Jiwoo. You have made me really happy all these years. E-even after I was kicked out of JYP, y-you were always there to support m-me through everything.” Your voice gets caught in your throat and a single tear streams down your cheek, but you keep on going. You need her to hear everything you want to say. “I-I can’t imagine a world without you. A-and I want to spend the rest of m-my life with you. I love you so, so much, Jiwoo. Will you marry me?”

Jiwoo tries to fight the flood of tears threatening to escape from her eyes, but she ultimately fails, wrapping her arms around you in a deep embrace. She sobs into your shoulder, staining your sweater with her tears, but you didn’t care. You can just buy another one. With your fiance.

“So is that a yes?” You tease her, crying your own tears of happiness. She nods into your shoulder and it takes every fiber of your being not to scream from joy and cause a scene. Once she finally calms down, she removes her face from your shoulder, sniffling like a little puppy. You gently wipe the tears from her eyes before taking her hand and slipping the ring on her finger.

“It fits perfectly,” she says, her lip quivering as she fights back a sob.

“Oh~, my sweet Jiwoo.” You gently pull her head into a sweet kiss, melting into her soft lips as she melts into yours. This kiss would be the first of many, marking the beginning of your journey with her as “Husband and Wife.”

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kangshxrtie · 3 days

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REVENGE ROMANCE ༒ ZHOU XINYU

synopsis ༒ in which xinyu and y/n put put their past behind them to make their exes jealous pairing ༒ zhou xinyu x femreader . past kim nakyoung x femreader . status ༒ ongoing updates ༒ twice a week xinyn ༒ the opposition

1 . hard launch

2 . we're not friends

3 . campus celebs

4 . for the plot

5 . drama-ma-ma-ma

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wishuroses · 1 year

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dream blunt rotation

#🪷┆rina speaks 𓆦⁺‧˚#neteyam sully #neteyam #atwow neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow #ice spice #chuu #kim jiwoo #atwow x reader #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam edit

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mykoreanlove · 10 months

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I loved your angst Jackson scenarios, can you do one with BM from Kard where his partner wants to break up with him but he's trying to prevent it but fails? Could be because he cheated or wasn't giving enough attention to them

Pleeeeaase and thank you

hey anon, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories - that means the world to me :)

you are the first request I ever had (yeyyyy) so I hope you like the story I came up with.

all the love xo

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BAGGAGE

“Where does this train even go?”, he mumbled under his breath.

Head tilted; he was watching the worldly scenery vanish quickly in front of him. He found comfort in the rapid change outside as his thoughts were racing equally hasty. He hadn’t heard from you in weeks but still he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He composed the memories of you the same way he composed his songs.

First, he imagined your breathtaking visuals: your bright eyes, your cute nose and sensuous lips. Then, he added the sounds of your cute laughter and silent gasps. And lastly, he imagined you saying the most beautiful words: I love you, Matthew. I can’t picture my life without you, you’re all I need. Thinking of you like that always filled his heart with the utmost love. The warm fuzzy feeling spread through his whole body, leaving him happy and fulfilled. That tender feeling didn’t last long though, as the most recent memories clouded his mind too soon. What started out as the loveliest tune turned into the most caustic remix. Now he saw your tearful eyes and worried frowns, heard your desperate screams and spiteful words and listened to you breaking up with him. Those warm and fuzzy feelings turned icy, numbing his whole body.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, I miss her so much. What should I do?”, he muttered silently. Once again, he grabbed his phone and opened your chat. Your picture was still there. He felt the relief as he realized you had not deleted his number – maybe you missed him, too? Maybe you were looking at your phone and hoping for him to text you, too? Hyped up by his delusional fantasies he decided to text you.

Y/N… I miss you.

Eyes glued to his phone, not daring to even blink. His throat was dry, hands jittery and stomach tied into a knot. “She will answer, won’t she?” He gasped as he saw you typing. By now his heart was beating as fast as the train was going.

I miss you, too.

His eyes lit up as he processed those words.

You do?

Of course, I do. I think about you all the damn time.

Are you serious?

Yes. You wouldn’t believe how often I picked up my phone just to text you.

Yet you didn’t…

Yeah, I decided it was better not to.

Why?

I don’t know, I just felt like it wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel right? Texting me didn’t feel right?

He felt his blood boiling up again.

Yeah, to be honest I didn’t feel like you treated me well, so I backed off.

Oh, that’s funny of you to say. I felt the exact same way.

You did?

Yeah.. I really struggled those past few weeks.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Matthew.

Why did you though?

Do you want me to be honest?

He had to think about that for a while. Did he want your honesty? BM often thought about the possible downfalls of your relationship. Did he spend too much time on his music? Did he spend too much time in the gym? Did he not make you feel loved? Did he not please you sexually? Was there someone else? He ruminated on all those questions countless times and never found an answer. So maybe it was time to finally reveal the truth.

Yes please.

When I first met you, I was head over heels in love with you. I know this sounds cliché but it’s true. I never met someone like you before. You showed me parts of you that I adored so much, and you also showed me new sides of myself that I got to love as well. I loved spending time with you. We always had a great time, didn’t we? Kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, fucking you, talking about serious stuff with you – that all felt so comfortable. I knew that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when I met you but given the nature of all this, I changed my mind about it.

BM scoffed as he read the last sentence; the hurt of you dumping him still deeply ingrained in his heart.

You changed your mind about it? And yet you threw me away like I was garbage?

I can see why you would feel that way. But don’t you think you dumped me first?

NO?!

BM never had a heart attack, but this had to be it. What was that supposed to mean? “How the hell did I dump you first? I’ve been crying for weeks because you left me and now you have the guts to tell me I did that to myself?”, he was furious.

What the fuck do you mean?

Matthew.. Don‘t you think that you broke us up yourself?

Are you serious right now? No. No, I don‘t think that. At all. You abandoned me!!

You abandoned me long before I did. Has that ever occurred to you?

Well, enlighten me please, how did I do that, huh?

Weren’t you the one that decided that this relationship, this thing between us, could not work? Weren’t you the one that decided that it was doomed from the start? Weren’t you the one that declared that I was going to break your heart?

For a moment he forgot how to breathe. He stared at the screen, unable to answer, unable to process what was happening.

Weren’t you the one that got so much into your head and focused on your fears? Weren’t you the one that was dead set on me hurting you? Weren’t you the one distancing yourself because you were afraid?

Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

Weren’t you the one that was convinced that I wasn’t serious about you? Weren’t you the one thinking that I must be fucking dudes on the side and only be toying with you? Weren’t you so sure about me being an easy girl that simply fucks around? Did you honestly think I would not notice this?

By now it was hard to read the messages, tears completely clouding his vision. “I never said that to her, what the fuck. It’s… it’s like she saw right through me. She saw what I was thinking about her, about us. How is that possible? How did she grasp my fears like that?”

Y/N

I-

Matthew, I wanted to love you. I wanted to stay by your side and build this beautiful connection I thought we shared. But you painted me as the bad guy. You made me into this menace that only used you for sex. You saw me as someone taking advantage of you and that irked me. I got so disgusted by you, that’s why I left. It felt unfair – you took my beautiful love and turned it into something so ugly. What does that say about you?

BM wiped away his tears, pulling his black beanie further down. Shame was flooding his whole body now. He asked for honesty, and he got it, all of this was true. What kind of person was he? Why the fuck did he always assume the worst? Why was he always sabotaging love? Deep down he knew why but he never had the courage to share his dark fears with others. Would it have been different if he had shared it with you? He started typing his reply to you, being totally honest and transparent for a change.

Y/N, you are right. About everything. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you like that. I don’t know why I can’t stop doing that. I guess I’m just fucked up. I made horrible experiences in the past and got hurt, badly. I know I shouldn’t compare you to the girls I dated back then, honestly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as they wouldn’t stand a chance. But the hurt they ingrained in me still lingers and that’s why I did that. I was afraid that you would break my heart. I was afraid that you would turn out like they did. I was afraid that this was too good to be true. And by fearing all that I created a monster. Out of myself and out of you. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Deep down I know how wonderful you are – that’s the reason I fell in love with you. My fear made me see things that were not there and by doing that I pushed you away. I get that now. I guess you're right – I did abandon you first, even if it was only in my mind. But somehow you caught on to that and now you’re-

BM’s breath got stuck in his lungs as he noticed your picture disappearing. He didn’t have the chance to finish his side of the story as you finished it for him. “Gone”, was the last word he muttered before he deleted his whole paragraph and put away his phone. He stared out of the window again, lost in thought, wondering if he could ever change.

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Hey!! Can I ask for a scenario with LOONA's Chuuves (Chuu + Yves), where they are arguing on who you're favorite member LOONA member is and trying to give you gifts (bribe you) to choose them, but then you end up choosing someone else (because you can't choose between your girlfriends/want to mess with them a bit)? 💕

Chuu x Yves x Reader

I like.. Choerry

"Come on Y/N just tell Chuu I'm your favorite, you're just being cruel at this point."

Chuu looked at you angrily waiting for your answer, her cheeks all red because of how she keeps holding her breath out of anger, which to be honest is really cute.

"I won't choose, end of discussion."

You turned your back at them and walked towards the other girls, annoyed by this never ending argument. They followed you and sat on both of your sides, trapping you.

"You don't have to, you already did at some point, it's only natural."

Yves continued, she was unusally persistent today, Chuu probably told her she was your favorite.

You looked at the concerned girl suspisciously.

"You started this didn't you ?"

Your girlfriend looked at you innocently.

"I only said the truth."

"Which would be ?"

"That I'm your favorite out of the twelve of us because I'm the cutest."

The statement was obviously paired with a cute face, everything to make you agree. But you knew better than to get into your girlfriends' arguments.

"I never said that."

You wouldn't give them the possibility to put that on you, if they wanted to fight it'll be between the two of them.

You took your fork and were about to put it in your mouth when Yves cut you off.

"So I'm your favorite ! I knew it !"

You sighed, you weren't going to be able to eat at peace it seems.

"I didn't say that either."

"Oh come on you have to choose !"

You rolled your eyes.

"Okay Choerry is my favorite."

They were about to continue harassing you for an answer but stopped.

"Wait what ?"

"I like Choerry, now can I eat ?"

They both looked at each other while the other girls were laughing at their antics.

"You can't just say Choerry like that."

"Why not ?"

"She ain't cuter than me..." "..and she ain't sexier than me..."

Both were questioning their whole lives.

"Am I not sexy enough ?.." Yves was clearly in the middle of a mental breakdown.

"Olivia Hye I am cute, right ?"

"No."

You choke at her response even though it was expected.

Choerry obviously arrived at this moment and received terrifying stares from both of your girlfriends.

"What did I do again ?"

"Are you trying to steal our girlfriend ?"

"What ?! No, why ?"

"Y/N said you're her favourite, tell us your secret."

You took the knife out of Sooyoung's hands and put it down on the table far away from her reach.

"Oh thanks Y/N."

"You're welcome."

You chuckled at how she was blushing well until you felt two pairs of eyes digging holes in both your sides.

"Okay girls, that's enough I love you both very much, I don't have any favorite."

They both crossed their arms.

"Oh you do, we all heard it."

Man you were in deep trouble, you spend the rest of the day trying to make up with your girlfriends.

You knew you shouldn't have answered.

Hey, finally posting your request. Hope you like it. Have a good day/night 😘 -Ael

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heesdreamer · 2 years

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pairing : lee heeseung x reader

summary : 5 times series (5 times heeseung called you)

word count : 6,273

genre : friends to lovers, fluff, angst (?), strangers to lovers, lovers to strangers etc

warnings : reader has mental health issues and insecurity issues regarding this!

You were sat, staring daggers at your phone.

Confusion was coursing through you, head slightly cocked as you watched it ring, then falling back to reveal your home screen when it went to voicemail.

You stared at a photo of you and your best friend, Sunoo, clicking your phone off and turning back towards the lecture you were attending.

You hadn’t had a call from an unknown number in a long time, having pretty sufficient scam blockers and not being social enough for your number to be passed around.

Still, you pushed it into the back of your mind for now. You hadn’t been religiously attending classes, falling behind because of actual work and just honestly, being exhausted at the end of the day.

You felt a nudge against your ankle and glanced to your right to see said person who just filled your screen.

Sunoo and you had been friends in all of high school, forming a tight and exclusive bond between you. It had always been weird to other people, your conflicting personalities really evident.

Take now, for example. Sunoo was sitting high in his chair, hair perfectly polished and perfectly vibrant, pink at the moment. You probably looked like a random grim reaper off the street compared to him.

Still, you cared for him deeply. It had become your sworn mission through the younger years to protect him and make sure nobody dimmed his shine.

And he definitely still shined.

He interrupted your train of thought with another stiff kick, earning an eyebrow raise from you.

“Pay attention.” He mouthed and pointed towards the board infront of you. You held up your hand, signing an ‘ok’.

You attempted for half a second before another distraction flowed through you, this time a justified one.

Your phone was lighting up again, buzzing against your thighs and for a second you thought it was another mysterious call.

When it only buzzed for a moment, curiosity won, and you picked it up to see what the text message was saying.

[unknown] : hey y/n, can you have sunoo give me a call after class?

You looked at it for a while, trying to find any familiarity in the words. But considering you only really held conversations with the boy mentioned in the text, you gave up quickly.

[y/n] : no

You shut your phone off and switched the tab so it wouldn’t disturb you anymore, turning back to the board in one last attempt to understand what the profesor was droning on about.

You were trailing behind Sunoo, his normal fast pace even more increased today as he practically ran through the hallways. He had explained something about a friend having borrowed… something… and he needed to retrieve it before your next class.

Realistically, you could’ve met him there, or simply gone back to your shared apartment, but you figured some fresh air would do you good.

It was becoming fall slowly, a light breeze prickling your skin. The air was shifting and you were excited for things to finally slow back down.

You stood a few feet behind him as he stopped at an outside table, a few familiar faces sitting around it. You tried to remember all their names, giving up when you saw a third stranger in the bunch.

Sunoo was chatting animatedly and you watched their faces for any sign of distain or annoyance. You were slightly settled by the fondness and familiarity in most of their eyes.

During your scan, you froze in your place, when you locked eyes with one of the people you didn’t recognize.

None of the others had seemed to notice your presence, but this one definitely did. He was stiff where he stood near a tree, eyes widened slightly like he saw something shocking.

You raised an eyebrow in his direction and his gaze darted away from you, bouncing in different directions before landing on Sunoo.

Sunoo definitely had caught the encounter and you imagined his expression somewhat mirrored yours. He glanced over his shoulder at you, waving you forward.

“Guys, I don’t know if you remember Y/N.” You internally groaned at his words, knowing you were probably going to have to make small talk.

Normally when Sunoo forcefully introduced you to people, you’d see an awkwardness wash over them. A sense of forced politeness but not really caring about your presence.

You were slightly surprised when a chime of warm greetings rose up from the group, smiles and half waves in your direction.

You smiled slightly, giving a wave to the girl who had raised her sweater adorned hand at you.

“Hi! I’ve actually heard a lot about you,” She chirped and you noted her voice was more pleasant than you thought it was be. “I’m Jiwoo.”

Sunoo quickly filled in any gaps, nudging you with his shoulder and giving you a quick introduction to the others sitting.

You recognized Jay, having conversed with him at parties you’d been dragged along to. He had told you he also was practically held hostage to attend and you made do, chatting in a corner.

Jake, Jungwon and Sunghoon were all unfamiliar to you and you wondered for a second if they were the ones doing the dragging.

“And that’s Heeseung.”

You had almost forgotten about the boy by the tree, multiple sets of eyes turned to look at him and he awkwardly gave a nod in your direction.

Sunoo thanked Jiwoo for returning his art notebook, which you now noticed he had been clutching to his chest for most of this interaction, and you turned to leave finally.

You spared a look over your shoulder just briefly as Sunoo interlocked your arms and dragged you away, again locking eyes with the boy by the tree.

You hated Saturday’s for a lot of reasons.

There was nothing to do first off. No class to bore yourself with, no privacy at cafes and libraries, and no Sunoo in the apartment.

Most weekends, if not all, he was out somewhere. He’d spend a good twenty minutes attempting to convince you to tag along, and then he’d be gone.

You were just sitting down from having cleaned the apartment (yes… that boring..) when your phone buzzed against the counter.

You picked it up quickly, paranoia always rising whenever your roommate was out by himself.

“Sunoo?” You questioned and when a voice didn’t respond for a beat, you pulled back your phone to check if the call was still connected. You realized it hadn’t been Sunoo who called, an unsaved number across your screen.

“Well… kinda.” The voice rasped and you pressed it to your ear again, sitting down against the stool. “He’s drunk, I thought I should call you.”

You didn’t recognize the voice but you were piecing together this was the same person who had tried to get ahold of him in class, a friend most likely.

“Alright, send me the address I’ll be on my way.”

You stumbled out of the Uber, giving a curt thank you and acknowledgement that you’d be right back before speed walking towards the house in the center of the neighborhood.

You didn’t need to confirm the numbers on the house, the music and people along the lawn doing it for you. You briefly noted that it was far too cold tonight to be this messy before realizing one of the people was your dear roommate.

You sighed and approached where he was laying in the grass, next to a figure in a hoodie.

“If you’re trying to take advantage of my drunk friend I’ll kill you right now.” You crossed your arms above the two bodies and you heard a giggle fall from Sunoo.

The second body sat up quickly, hands raised in defense and shaking his head. Due to the shaking, his hood fell loose on his shoulders and you realized it was the boy from before in the courtyard.

“I’m the one who called you.” He rushed out, standing up and dusting the grass off his jeans. “I’m not even drunk.”

“You’re Heeseung.” You said matter of factly and he froze slightly before nodding, avoiding your gaze.

“Why are you here if you’re not drinking?”

He glanced down the road before awkwardly raising a hand to touch the back of his neck. “It’s actually my house. Or my parents house, they’re gone for the week on a trip and my friends had been begging me to use it and-“

You were smirking slightly at his rambling, amused at the rush for excuse and he caught sight of your expression, trailing off and nodding.

You knelt down next to Sunoo’s head, smiling fondly when he reached up for you and laughed drunkenly again.

“I can help you carry him.” Heeseung’s voice was hesitant but soft, and for a moment you considered shutting him down. But you weighed your options and thought about the staircase leading to your apartment.

“You are going to leave your own party?” You laughed, standing again and bending to lift Sunoo. Heeseung joined you on the opposite side, stringing Sunoo’s arms around his neck.

“It’s Jay’s party.” He corrected, groaning slightly from the force of lifting Sunoo’s boneless body. “Not sure anyone would come to my party.”

“Is it a pity party?” You teased and he let out a breathy laugh but didn’t respond immediately. “Well if you ever do throw a party, I’ll come… just to collect my drunk friend but I’ll be there for sure.”

“Well thanks for the RSVP.” He leaned forward slightly to smile at you from across Sunoo and you felt yourself almost trip for a moment.

Thankfully you arrived at the Uber, who was radiating impatience. You didn’t say anything to Heeseung when he slid into the car, closing the door behind him.

After a long half an hour, attempting to drag Sunoo up your flight of stairs, you had finally gotten him into bed with a glass of water at his bedside.

You left his room, turning into the living room and pausing when you noticed Heeseung was still standing there.

“Sorry.” He rushed out, awkwardly shuffling on his feet. “Didn’t want to leave before you locked the doors… and what not.”

You nodded at him and walked with him towards your door, leaning against it when he passed through into the hallway. He glanced back at you for a second before making his way to leave, stopping when you talked again.

“Sorry for not answering your text.”

“Oh you did answer.” He joked, referring to the way you had shut him down so quickly. You felt yourself laugh, rocking slightly on your feet and he held a hand up to wave goodnight.

[unknown] : is he feeling okay?

[y/n] : are you? do you also feel strangely like you entered a body building competition in your sleep?

[tree boy] : oh… so that’s why i am suddenly absolutely shredded… and definitely sore

“Oh my god.” A loud voice from behind you made you jump out of your seat, spinning to see Sunoo standing in the entrance of the kitchen. “Are you laughing at your phone right now?”

“How are you that loud with that hangover.” You ignored his question, turning off your phone and placing it face down on the counter.

“Who are you texting?” He inquired, stepping towards you slightly. “And how did I get home?”

You once again ignored his first line of questioning.

“I had to come get you, thank you for that by the way.” You took a sip of your coffee and looked away from him. “And your friend helped you.”

He gasped slightly, sitting on the stool next to you and gripping your shoulders.

“Which friend.” He rushed out. “Is it Jake? Or Sunghoon? Oh my god it’s Jay, isn’t it, I should’ve known after that party.”

You raised an eyebrow at his rambling, waiting for him to finish with his excitement at the idea of you having social interaction. You debated for a moment not telling him, but then it would seem like it was something. When it was absolutely, nothing.

“Actually, it was-“ You were interrupted by your phone buzzing against the marble counter and Sunoo quickly leaned over, lifting it up and gasping in your direction before answering the call.

“Heeseung.” He cooed, raising his eyebrows at you, twirling an imaginary hair. “What a coincidence this is.”

You watched him with an unbothered expression, waiting for him to finish his theatrics and hand you back your phone.

He eventually grew tired of your lack of reactions, mumbling a see you later into the phone and handing it back, getting up and leaving back towards his bedroom.

“Hi.” You said softly, voice low incase he had decided to eavesdrop. Then you felt a wave of embarrassment, feeling like a schoolgirl talking to a boy for the first time.

“Hey.” Heeseung breathed and you felt your lips turn up slightly. “Sorry for calling you so suddenly, I just wanted to see if you wanted… I don’t know if like… feel free to say no but-“

“Heeseung.” You interrupted his rambling, a small chuckle in your tone.

“Yeah.” He laughed and you imagined he was shaking his head. “We are all going to breakfast and I was just curious if you were free?”

You paused slightly, heart sinking. Realistically, the thought of hanging out with nice people and having a good meal, sounded great. But you felt that familiar sense of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

A snapping noise drew your attention to the hallway, and you felt a wave of relief at the sight of Sunoo, nodding enthusiastically and giving you a thumbs up.

“That’d be really nice.“

It was not really nice.

Sunoo’s presence was doing what it could to soothe you, but you are undeniably just bad with people and making conversation. You watched them all flow into different topics and stories, shared memories, and felt envious you couldn’t speak so naturally.

You felt a nudge in your ribs and glanced to your left to see Heeseung. He looked slightly embarrassed, you imagined at the close proximity.

“Are you okay?” His voice was just low enough for you to hear and you nodded just a bit, glancing at the others.

You didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable at your weird mood. Heeseung frowned slightly.

“Y/N, didn’t you ask for scrambled eggs.” He was saying suddenly and you looked at him in confusion, back down at your plate.

“No I hate-“ You started but he cut you off.

“Here let’s go take this up to the counter, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind fixing it really quick.”

You were staring at him with a lost expression, you definitely did not order scrambled eggs, and your plate was half finished.

“Yeah, you should definitely make sure you get what you really want.” Sunoo was speaking now, wiggling his eyebrows and you turned your confusion onto him, knowing he also knew your egg preference.

Heeseung grabbed your plate, sliding out of the booth and you followed behind him, searching for an explanation.

When you got to the counter he placed another order of the same eggs on your plate, turning to you and laughing at the look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask if you were okay without everyone hearing.”

You softened slightly at his reasoning. You glanced back at the table to see them all watching you, turning their heads quickly when you looked.

“I’m fine.” You nodded and he raised an eyebrow. “I just have a hard time around people, I don’t know it’s stupid.”

He shook his head and furrowed his brows, you were scanning his face as he talked.

“If you’re stupid then so am I. That’s why I’m never at the parties.” He explained and you were comforted knowing he had a bit of understanding towards the feeling you couldn’t shake. “It’s good you’re trying.“

You shrugged and looked away from him, embarrassed at the random vulnerability towards someone you didn’t even know that well.

“You can just listen.” He continued on, stopping to thank the lady who brought a fresh plate of eggs. “They won’t mind.”

You didn’t say anything else, walking back to the table together and smiling at him when he let you slide in first.

If anyone noticed you had brought back the same eggs, they didn’t mention it.

You weren’t much of a sleeper.

Maybe the reasoning behind your monotoned speaking and habit for falling behind people. It was rare you got more than a few hours, if you managed to sleep at all.

It was four in the morning now and you were laying in bed. Your head was swimming with thoughts of earlier today and the things Heeseung said to you about trying.

You felt mortified now that you had even admitted something like that to him, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity with the boy. Comfortable around him despite not having many friends.

Sunoo had spent the afternoon after breakfast teasing you for the ‘blush’ on your face when you talked to him, but you were trying really hard to not consider that option.

You couldn’t have a crush right now.

You didn’t necessarily have any good reasoning for why you couldn’t, but it just didn’t feel right to bring someone in when you weren’t sure if they could stay.

Almost on cue, your phone vibrated against your stomach. You took a deep breath in before you checked it, having an idea of who it was.

[tree boy] : are you awake?

[tree boy] : ah probably not right…. ignore this in the morning haha

[y/n] : should i still ignore it even if i am awake

[tree boy] : oh hi

[tree boy] : i just wanted to say sorry if i made you uncomfortable earlier… im not sure if they bought my egg excuse

[y/n] : yeah.. i have a hunch they didn’t

[y/n] : you didn’t though. sorry if i made YOU uncomfortable telling you my flaws at 10 in the morning

[tree boy] : it’s not a flaw

[tree boy] : and i like talking with you… even if we aren’t actually talking

You thought for a moment, closing your eyes shut tight.

[y/n] : do you want to talk?

You waited for a few minutes, anxiety making you feel like you could get sick any second. You wondered if he was laughing at you or maybe showing his friends your pathetic attempt at getting closer to him.

Your destructive train of thought stopped when you felt your phone vibrate again, you picked up the call.

It was silent for a few seconds.

“Hi.” He breathed.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” He laughed softly and cleared his throat. “Sorry I needed to take a second to.. get ready.”

“What did that entail?” Your tone was teasing and you hoped he picked up on it.

“Oh just… you know.. sitting up.” You could hear that he was smiling and you sat up slowly, instinctively mirroring his position.

“Are you realizing that I’m a total awkward mess yet?” He asked after you hadn’t responded, lost in thought. He was still joking but you felt like it was laced with something heavier.

“You mean when you stared at me like I was a ghost by that tree?”

“Oh wow.” He hissed like he was wounded, laughing afterwards at your slight diss. “You saw that?”

You hummed softly in confirmation and pulled your knees to your chest. You wondered what he was wearing and if it was hot or cold in his room. Or dorm? He has said the house was his parents but you weren’t sure if he actually lived there.

“What’re you wearing?” You immediately regretted asking, embarrassment flushing through you for speaking your mind so casually. “I just… want to picture it I don’t know sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry.” He said quickly and you could hear him shifting in his bed. “A hoodie and um some gym shorts.”

You nodded softly, even though he couldn’t see it and looked up towards the ceiling. You had always hated phone calls, the anxiety that came along with the intimacy. But for some reason, you just missed him.

“I feel like it’s weird to ask that to you.” You laughed into the phone as he spoke. “But can I ask why you’re up?”

You wished he had asked about what you were wearing instead, or literally anything other than that.

“I’m not big on sleeping.” Your tone was heavier now and you could almost hear the frown in his hum.

“Well since we both are awake.. did you want to be awake together?”

You had gotten ready faster than ever before, at one point nearly tripping and then freezing in your spot, remembering Sunoo was asleep.

You threw on some warmer clothes and brushed your hair out, judging yourself slightly for being so conscious on your looks.

By the time you had gotten finished and down the stairs, Heeseung was sending you a text that he was 5 minutes away.

You were confused when you saw him round the corner, on foot, but felt yourself softening at the sight of him. He had swapped out his shorts for sweatpants and he had a beanie covering his head.

You noted that you had grabbed the same colored hoodie, matching in black, and you reached up and tugged your ear warmers down onto your ears more.

He smiled when he saw you and stopped a few feet infront of you, slightly awkward.

“It’s really getting cold isn’t it?” His voice was low and you noted that he looked more intimidating when it was dark like this.

“I like the cold.” You grinned and turned on your heel, happy he understood and started to walk with you. “Did you walk here?”

You saw him nod from the corner of your eye, sniffing from the breezy air. “I live in the dorms.”

Your apartment was just off campus. You and Sunoo had wanted to live together and when you learned the dorms weren’t coed you applied for the college apartments instead. Heeseung had to have lived no more than a 10 minute walk from you.

“That’s convenient then.” You weren’t sure why you had said that but you felt more at ease when it caused him to laugh, swaying into you slightly.

You had taken a turn when you saw the park coming up, feeling him nudge your side with excitement when he noticed the swings.

You sat with one between you and while he kicked his legs a few times, you let yours remain still, only pushing against your toe on the ground so you swayed.

“I like the cold too.” He spoke softly, referring to earlier. You looked over at him to see him already watching you. “Things slow down.”

Your heart ached slightly, longing to oppose the fondness you felt watching him.

“Why’re you awake?” You asked him the same question you refused to answer earlier.

He shrugged and his swing slowed down. You watched him looked down at your hands for a second before standing, coming over to your swing. You were confused but didn’t protest, letting him.

He took your hands off the swing chains softly, hesitant like he was waiting for you to swat him away. For a second you wondered if he was going to pull you up, or hold your hands, but instead he pulls your sleeves over your fingers.

“The metal.” He said awkwardly, nodding towards it. He wrapped your covered hand back around the cold chain, going back to sit on the swing, this time opting for the one next to you.

You didn’t say anything, just watching him.

“I overthink.” He answered your question finally. “It gives me nightmares I think. Or maybe they aren’t related, I don’t know.”

He looked at you now. He seemed a bit sad, or lost in thought, but you realized you liked him like this too. Even this side of him made you feel like you were floating a bit.

“Well,” You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet. “You can call me next time then. Since we are neighbors and all.” You tried to lighten the mood slightly and he offered a short laugh.

“I remember I used to think you were scary.” He was quiet for a long time and then his words saddened you a bit. You were use to it, people writing you off as mean or intimidating because you didn’t talk much. But it felt a lot worse coming from him.

He seemed to notice your demeanor changing and he reached out to hook his finger under your sleeve.

“Hey,” He said softly. “Not like that. Sunoo just would talk about you all the time, like constantly but you never really seemed like you liked me much.”

You honestly hadn’t really noticed him before you realized. Only just now faintly recalling seeing him out at school events or seeing him in your living room with a few others once or twice. You also realized he hadn’t had to ask for your address, and he must’ve gotten your number from Sunoo at some point.

“I think it’s impossible to not like you.” You said lowly, hoping the wind would carry it away. He smiled at you but shook his head and swung your arm a bit. “I am just always up in my own head.”

You were saddened at this now, never really minding it before. You wondered how much you had been missing by being so stuck in your own misery all the time.

“And where are you now?”

You looked at him, studying the way his cheeks were red, from the cold or from the question. You liked the look in his eyes more than you’d ever admit, like he was daring you to accept him and accept this. You hated that he seemed to know your internal conflict but you loved the way you felt out in the cold with him.

You knew exactly where you were.

You absolutely couldn’t do it, you’ve decided and there was no room for changing your mind.

You couldn’t drag Heeseung into your mess and your mess followed you everywhere, it was inside your head and you just had to learn to live with it and manage it.

You weren’t stupid, you knew he liked you but what did he really even like? Did he like when you smiled at him or listened to him talk? Because you couldn’t be that all the time and you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You couldn’t disappoint him.

So you spent the rest of the fall ignoring him, or at least as much as you can with your mutual friends. You’d leave him hanging mid greeting by brushing past him and you’d avoid his searching eyes.

And then Jake’s birthday rolled around.

You spent an hour convincing Sunoo to let you stay back, not really understanding why you were invited in the first place.

You weren’t close with Jake and you had seen the daggers he’d been sending your way ever since you stopped talking to Heeseung.

But Sunoo insisted that the others would want you there, and him most of all. So you reluctantly agreed.

You strongly regretted it now, slightly worried you were about to get sick on Jake’s front porch. Sunoo was bouncing with excitement next to you and you tugged at your skirt with a scowl.

You opted for staring down at your feet, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere because you couldn’t control your facial expressions. You heard the door creak open and Sunoo chirp a greeting.

“Hey guys.” His voice was breathy and timid but your head shot up at the sound of Heeseung’s voice, demeanor softening at the sight of him.

He was wearing a knitted sweater and dark jeans, hands anxiously clasped in front of him. You thought he looked comfortable and you noted him also scanning your outfit. You met eyes for a second before he swiftly looked away and backed up to allow you two to enter.

You shadowed Sunoo for most of the party, briefly engaging in small talk with Jiwoo, but for the most part you were stood in the corner people watching.

You felt the worse you’d ever had at a party but it honestly probably wasn’t much different than how you normally acted.

When you saw Jake moving through the small crowd, you were frozen solid, silently willing him to just go to someone else.

When he stopped infront of you, the expression on his face let you know he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You have to stop this.” He was slightly raising his voice over the music, leaning in to make sure his words didn’t pass you.

You looked at him confused.

“You’re killing him.” He didn’t clarify who he meant but of course, you knew. You resisted the urge to scan the room for him.

“He deserves better.” You felt the cliche nature of your words as you said them, but they rang true for you.

He scoffed and you felt like a child being scolded, shrinking in on yourself.

“You know, he’s had a thing for you since the first day here. And you didn’t even notice him until a few months ago.” He was looking down at you and you felt teary at the anger on his face. “Maybe you’re right and you don’t deserve him, but you’re not even going to try?”

He left you with that in the corner.

You thought back to what Heeseung had told you about being glad you were trying and you felt another wave of embarrassment wash over you.

You suddenly were hit with the fact you were stood in the middle of a birthday party, said birthday boy just having scolded you, surrounded by people you didn’t know, and in tears.

You felt the heat of them roll down your cheeks and you wiped them off quickly, pushing off the wall and rushing through the crowd outside.

You felt the cold immediately attach to your wet cheeks and you let out a sob, stopping in the middle of the street and looking around you.

You turned on your heel and started to walk, not really sure which direction you were heading.

You were overwhelmed completely and you felt so stupid for letting yourself ruin another good thing. You were always getting hurt trying to avoid potential hurt.

You thought of Heeseung and his red cheeks and how everything he said was a joke or something so soft and kind you felt like you couldn’t even grasp how he could come up with it.

You felt your phone buzzing where it was tucked into your waist band and you pulled it out, hands red and shaking from the cold.

“Hello?” You sniffed into the microphone.

“Y/N?” Sunoo sounded panicked and confused on the other line and you let another cry out at the sound of his voice. “Where did you go? I saw you leaving?”

“I just had to go.” You said, taking a deep wavering breath to try to calm yourself down. You didn’t want him to worry or leave the party. “I’m okay, I am just going to head home.”

He sounded hesitant and worried but he knew you were stubborn so he left you with a soft warning to be safe and a promise to be home soon.

You were honest in where you were heading, eventually realizing after walking for a while that you were nearing home already.

The thought of being alone in the apartment drove you to tears again so you opted for the park. Regretting it slightly with how much it made you miss Heeseung.

You sat on the swing, despite this, and swayed softly, sniffing and clutching the icy metal.

Your phone buzzing again caused you to groan and you answered it mindlessly.

“Sunoo, I’m home and okay. Please just have a good night.”

“I told you the metal is cold.” You stiffened and pulled your phone from your ear, looking down to see Heeseung’s contact. You glanced around and frowned when you didn’t see him.

“Why aren’t you at the party?” You spoke into the speaker, trying not to sound accusatory.

“It was a bit suffocating I think.” His voice was low but you picked up a tinge of anger, something you hadn’t associated with him before.

“I’m sorry.” You said slowly. “I tried to talk him out of me going.”

You felt awful your presence had ruined his night, and although the obviously anger he had for you was breaking you heart, you knew it was completely justified.

“What happened?” He sounded different now, breathier and more vulnerable. You vaguely considered he might be crying.

“I don’t know.” You sobbed again, still overwhelmed from the past hour. “The same thing that always does.”

You could see him now, sat leaned against the tree only about three car lengths away from you. His leg was angled and swaying back and forth, drawing your attention to him even in the dark.

“Could you come over here please?”

For a second, you thought he’d ignore you. Maybe he’d get up and leave and decide it wasn’t worth trying to get through to you.

But, of course, Heeseung wasn’t like you. He wasn’t afraid to try and you watched him stand slowly and make his way towards you.

You still had the phone to your ear when he reached you and you let out a breath when he reached down to take it from you, hanging up the call and placing it back in your lap.

He wasn’t sitting on the swing, standing infront of you just above the dip in the wood chips.

“What’re you doing here?” He finally broke the silence and your eyes darted around his sweater, avoiding his eyes.

“I just had to leave.” You repeated what you said to Sunoo.

“But what are you doing here.” He emphasized the last word, you knew he knew why and was just desperate to hear it.

You considered lying, saying it just happened to be on your way and you didn’t put much thought to it. But you glanced up for a moment to catch sight of his teary eyes, looking tired and drained.

“I missed you.” You forced out and he deflated a bit, sucking in a sharp breath and shaking his head. “I couldn’t do it to you Hee, I couldn’t.”

He was still shaking his head, taking a step back and raising a hand to point accusingly at you.

“Quit saying stuff like that.” He sounded more hurt than angry. “You could if you wanted, you didn’t even try.”

You knew he was right. The second it had become clear to you, that you liked him, you were already planning to pull away.

“What was I supposed to do?” You put force behind your words, needing him to understand why you made your choice. “Let you be heartbroken when I couldn’t be with you the way you wanted.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in your direction like what you were asking was absolutely ridiculous. His expression just fueled your emotions.

“When I can’t go hang out with your friends or tell you what’s wrong or even get out of bed to come see you.”

He cut you off by reaching down to grab your hands, similar to the first night you’d been here. This time he did pull you up, keeping a hold on your hands.

“We can deal with that when it comes.” He said softly but his voice was laced with longing and anger. “I like you, Y/N. I like you even knowing all those things.”

You wanted to pull away from him, started to, but stopping seeing how his eyes saddened at your attempt. He squeezed your hands softly in his and you nearly felt your knees buckle.

“Say something please.” He urged and you let out another cry, his eyes softening.

“I like you too Hee.” He smiled sadly and brought both of your hands up together to wipe your cheeks. “I am just scared.”

“All I want,” He started and he took a breath. “Is for you to try. Can you please do that for me?”

You nodded softly and he smiled again, wrapping you in a hug. You welcomed the embrace, squeezing him tightly. He was warm and comfortable despite the cold weather.

He pulled back and leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. You watched him while holding your breath, feeling less empty now that he was here.

“It’s cold.” You whispered, slightly embarrassed by the proximity. He nodded in acknowledgement and you started to pull away a bit, just enough for you two to go back home.

“One more thing.”

You turned to face him but before you could, he had grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into him.

Kissing Heeseung was the opposite of cold. You felt your cheeks flush, stomach lighting up with excitement, nerves, and longing all at once. If it wasn’t so cold out, you might’ve broken a sweat.

We he pulled away, still holding your cheeks, he looked embarrassed. He waited for your reaction, fear dancing in his eyes amidst the excitement and adoration.

You smiled softly at him and he let out the breath he was holding, pulling you close as you started to walk back, out of the cold.

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cupid -> schoolmate! kim jiwoo

-your favourite genre was always romance. you loved the books from a very particular bookshop. the owner’s granddaughter always disliked romance books. she liked seeing you in the bookstore though.

warnings: y/n being very obvious; mamamoo are b e t t i n g

genre: fluff!

notes: plot idea goes to @cfvgbhndun-new-blog 🫶 i don’t think i’ve actually seen someone write for jiwoo?

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jiwoo always thought it was kind of stupid of you. while she herself wasn’t a romance fan, she could easily recognise the titles you’ve been reading- all of them were sappy love stories. and you could live out your romance dream, if you’d ever take your nose out of the book and see her standing there.

she’s told this to her grandma. said woman laughed at jiwoo for eight minutes straight (she counted) and said she wouldn’t even be able to woman up and ask you out, even if you noticed her.

jiwoo also told this to kyujin, who should have her side as she’s the older one. the younger laughed almost as hard as the grandma. that was the moment jiwoo stopped coming to older and younger people for advice.

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“i bet you 5 bucks they’ll end up together.” the teacher said, slamming the money on the desk. the other three women in the room looked up at her weirded out.

“yongsun? did you forget your meds again?” one of them asked teasingly.

“yah! you’re almost the same age, byul!” yongsun whined at the younger woman, at which the trio bursted into giggles.

“we get it, unnie. but what were you saying? who are we betting on?” the youngest out of the bunch asked. yongsun rolled her eyes playfully and gestured the outside with her head.

there, on the hallway, they could see a pretty usual sigh. a couple kids running, someone carrying some lunch, and of course y/n l/n with her nose buried in a book. not far behind her, kim jiwoo was also following like a kicked puppy.

“oh, you mean the jiwo/n situation?” byul asked before laughing. “i don’t really think she’ll confess. l/n is too obvious and kim is very scared of rejection.”

“nah, don’t judge her like that! jiwoo is my top student, she’s very brave.” insisted yongsun.

“yeah, brave enough to listen to you banter about literature for hours!”

“shut up, wheein!”

“yongsun unnie, i add 5 bucks jiwoo will confess but l/n won’t recognise her.” the youngest added, putting her money on the desk.

“good one, hyejin. 5 bucks she just won’t confess.” wheein pat hyejin’s arm and added her money to the pile.

“y’all don’t have faith in them!”

“you have too much faith, yongsun. 5 bucks she’s gonna confess.”

“didn’t you say i have too much faith?”

“confessing isn’t the same thing as dating!”

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“so, how’s it going with that girl you told me about?”

“grandma!” jiwoo whined at her elder and stopped putting the books on the shelves.

“what? i’m just asking! you’ve been talking about this girl nonstop for the past couple weeks…” the girl glared at her grandma.

“that’s so not true!”

“you begged me to move the romance section closer to the counter so you could see her.” jiwoo tried to think of a comeback but the smirk on her grandma’s face made her quiet and pouty. “okay, jiwoo-ya. go open the shop.”

the girl sighed and did as she was asked. maybe she’d get to see you come into the shop today.

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you sat in your favourite bookshop. it was your favourite because of the cozy atmosphere, and how nice the owner was, and how many different romances you could get there.

it was hard to say actually why you liked romance so much. maybe you wanted to experience something like that in real life.

satisfied with a plot summary you just read on one of the books, you took it to the counter. the girl that stood there seemed awfully familiar, but it might have been because you visit the shop at least a couple times a month.

“hi, what can i help you with today?” the girl smiled sweetly at you.

“i wanted to buy this book.” you handed her the piece and started digging your bag for your wallet.

“sure, let me get that checked-“

“no no no- oh god, i am so sorry.” a mortified expression appeared on your face. “i think i forgot my wallet at home.”

“oh no, i am sorry to hear that. would you like me to-“

“agh, i’ve gotta look for it. thank you and i’m really sorry!” you ran out of the bookshop, missing the look on the girl’s face.

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“bet news!” yongsun ran inside the room panting. “jiwoo brought some romance book! she had it on her desk durning my lesson!”

the other three teachers looked at her sceptically.

“maybe she started reading romance?” the youngest suggested.

“no, that can’t be. jiwoo hates romance books.” yongsun nodded along to byul.

“but you know who loves romance?”

“l/n?” wheein scoffed quietly. her bet was practically lost.

“l/n! she’s gonna confess, i’m sure of it!”

“maybe l/n won’t recognise her…”

“hyejin don’t wish bad for people.”

“i wish for my money to come back!”

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kim jiwoo. you finally pieced the face to a name. before miss kim’s class, you saw her walking with the book you almost bought. on one hand, you were sad she bought it because now you couldn’t, but on the other, you could talk with her now! maybe she liked the same authors as you? she did work in a bookshop, she probably loved books as much as you.

just as you were packing your bag. the mentioned girl approached you. “hi, y/n!”

“oh, hello jiwoo.”

“you know my name?” she seemed really surprised, making you giggle.

“yeah, you’re just before me on the list.” your gaze fell to the book in her hands. for a second, you wondered why didn’t she put it in her bag, but carried in around like that. “you like romance too?”

“um, not necessarily. i don’t know if you remember but you wanted to buy that book but you forgot-“

“oh god that was so embarrassing.”

“so i bought it for you!” she smiled brightly and handed you the book.

“what?” you had to do a double take, looking at the girl in front of you, then at the book, and back at jiwoo.

“i figured you really wanted it and it gave me the chance to talk to you.”

“oh jiwoo, i can’t just- can i repay you somehow?”

“i know you don’t really know me, but i really like you. could you go out with me, and maybe it blooms into something more?”

the book fell from your hands. that seemed almost like a scene you read in a book. “sure.”

jiwoo let out the cutest giggle ever and you thought you’d melt on the spot.

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wheein and hyejin grumbled in dissatisfaction. both lost the bet, now it was a fight between yongsun and byul.

“she confessed but they hadn’t started dating!”

“they just went on their first date! i’m sure they will after this!”

“isn’t this weird we’re four teachers spying on two of our students?” wheein asked, sipping her coffee. the four of them were trying to blend in the coffee shop where l/n and kim were on their first date.

“shut up wheein!” said yongsun. she then glanced at the two lovebirds and squealed excitedly. “guys they kissed!”

“what?”

“pay up byul!”

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“are we going to talk about how our teachers are spying on us?”

“not really. would you like to go on a date on thursday too?”

“sure!”

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