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bxngchxn · 3 years

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Elevated || h.js

pairing: jisung x female!reader

wc: 2.85k

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, college!skz

warnings: explicit content, fingering (f recieving)

description: stuck in an elevator with the cute boy from science class? you’re curious as to how the situation will escalate.

a/n: i am so sorry i said i’d post this last night and i never did but i am here to make it up to you (also some other works coming soon! keep a look out)

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this is a work of fiction and not meant for anyone under the age of 18

You really hate Mondays.

They’re always the longest, and for some reason things happen to go incredibly wrong on the first day of the week. Always.

Waking up and realizing you only have 10 minutes to get dressed and get to class, running across campus seems to be the only option if you want to make it there on time. The professor is strict, and won’t let you in even if you’re only a minute late to class.

You ignore the weird looks you get from students as you sprint across campus, just wanting to make sure today doesn’t get any worse.

The door to your classroom is already shut, and you know that if you try to walk in now, you’re going to be yelled at by the professor and kicked out anyway. It’s not a surprise to you, with the morning you’ve had, you kind of expected things to continue downhill.

Now having some extra time to kill, you head to the school cafe for a cup of (desperately needed) coffee, and then the library for some extra studying for your anatomy class that you’re going to walk into within the next hour and a half. It was your hardest class, and easily the most stressful one as well.

Luckily, your study session went uninterrupted and with no hiccups. Looking at your watch and realizing you need to get moving, you stand up from your spot at the library table only for a student walking by to knock into you, spilling your remaining coffee on your shirt. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask in your head, telling the girl who ran into you that it was fine, and that you’re okay once she started apologizing profusely. Of course, now not only are you running late again, but you have a giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Are you alright?” You hear someone chuckle next to you, and you look to your left and see Han Jisung, looking at you with concern but also a slight bit of humor in his eyes.

You’ve spoken to him a few times, the two of you sharing your anatomy class. He’s cute, you think, with his bright smile and energetic attitude. You also had a few mutual friends, Seungmin and Changbin, so you had heard more about him than you’ve actually spoken to him.

“Yeah, Jisung, I’m just fine. Thank you for asking,” you quip back, and he arches an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

“Seems like someone rolled out the wrong side of the bed today,” he says, and it makes you pout. “What makes you say that?” you say while looking away from him grumpily. “No reason, just saw you sprinting through campus out the window this morning, plus you’re like..covered in coffee” he says nonchalantly, and it makes you want to smack him. You both need to get to class though, and the thought makes you groan. “Ugh there’s no way I’ll be able to get to my apartment and change in time..” you say to yourself, looking down at the giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Here,” Jisung says, and you look up to see him taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. “Jisung I can’t, it’s really okay I’ll just change after class,” you tell him. He shakes his head, and shoves the hoodie into your hands. “I don’t want you to have to sit through class like that,” he says. You slip the hoodie on over your shirt, relishing in the scent of his cologne and how it makes your head spin just a little bit.

Not wanting the coffee to stain the inside of Jisung’s hoodie, you quickly maneuver your arms inside the oversized piece of clothing, and take your shirt off while making sure Jisung’s hoodie still covers you. Pulling your coffee stained shirt out from the neck hole of the hoodie, you look at Jisung who is staring at you with wide eyes. Before you can laugh at his state of shock, Jisung speaks up. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late!” He says, making his way towards the library exit.

You have no other choice but to follow him because he’s right, class is going to start and you’re not even in the science building. He notices you lingering behind and grabs your hand, leaving you completely shocked as he decides to take off once he steps foot outside, with you in tow. You try to keep up with him, stumbling over your feet while yelling at him to slow down, although it seems like he isn’t going to.

You make it inside the science building and book it up the stairs, praying that you’re not late. Seems as this time, luck is on your side. You and Jisung make it inside the classroom not thirty seconds before the professor does. The two of you exchange victory smiles, still catching your breath while the professor starts the lecture.

You tried to stay focused, but your eyes continued to wander towards Jisung every now and again. He managed to sit right where the sun was shining through the windows, and to put it quite frankly, his beauty was distracting. His tan skin seemed to be glowing, and he would bite his lip in concentration every now and again as he copied the notes from the board. Something about the way his lips looked made you want them against your own, and you were taken aback by your thoughts. You hadn’t even had a real conversation with him until two hours ago, and now you were thinking about kissing him? What is this feeling?

Your eyes move from focusing on his lips to his hands, watching the way they move as he takes notes. You can’t help but imagine what those hands would feel like on your body. His hoodie was warm enough, but you were sure his hands were something else.

You hear Jisung laugh quietly, and your eyes shoot up from their current focus to realize that Jisung had caught you staring at his hands. Your cheeks flush a bright red, and you turn your head back to the front of the classroom, hoping he’ll ignore it later.

“Well, thank god my classes are done for the day,” you say once you realize Jisung is waiting for you after lecture is over. Your cheeks are still a little pink, and you’re just waiting for the boy to make a joke about your obvious staring. Jisung laughs, too, and the sound makes you feel a little lighter. “Yeah I know right? Especially since the weather is getting cooler and I seem to have lost a hoodie,” he quips, and you playfully smack him on the arm. The playful smirk on his face sets something off inside of you, but you try and ignore it as much as possible.

“I told you I didn’t need it!” you say, and he shakes his head. “It’s alright, you don’t need to worry about it,” He insists, but it still doesn’t sit right with you. “No, no I feel bad. Here, come to my place really quick? I’ll change out of this and throw my shirt in the wash so you can have this back,” you ask him. “Well, I think I have some time...” he says playfully. You roll your eyes and lead him in the direction of your apartment building.

On the walk to your apartment, you get to talk to Jisung more than you ever have before.You definitely regret not getting to know him sooner. The stories you’ve heard about him definitely don’t do him justice, either. He’s really quick witted-- able to make you laugh harder than you’ve laughed in awhile. Pair that with his soft brown eyes and his bright smile, he’s basically a knock out.

Once you reach your building, Jisung opens the door for you and it just adds to the tiny feelings you could sense growing in your stomach for this boy. You walk up to the elevator and press the call button, and the presence of Jisung behind you waiting for the elevator makes the hairs on your neck stand up. He was really, really close to you, and you could feel his warmth radiating off of him. Not to mention you were still wearing his hoodie, the smell of his cologne fogging your senses.

The doors open, and you step inside first, turning around to press the button to head to the 9th floor. Jisung follows, standing next to you and leaning against the rail behind him. It’s quiet, but comfortable.

That is, until you hear a weird noise coming from the elevator.

You look up at Jisung to see if he heard it too, and the way his grip tightens on the bar behind him doesn’t go unnoticed by you. The elevator shakes, slightly, and out of reflex you move to grab onto Jisung. His arm goes around your waist, pushing you to him while keeping a hand on the bar holding him steady. Just like you thought, the elevator shakes more strongly and then comes to a stop. The lights go off for a moment, but the backup lights come on almost immediately, bathing the small space in a soft, dull light.

You let go of the breath you were holding once you’re sure the elevator isn’t going to plummet 7 stories. Jisung feels you relax in his hold, and moves away slightly to look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you for the second time today, except this time his voice is very clearly concerned. “Yes, I’m fine. What happened? How are we gonna get out of here?” You say, checking your phone and realizing you don’t have any cell service.

Jisung steps away from you, letting his arm fall from your waist. You miss the feeling of protection, but watch him anyway as he makes his way over to the elevator door. Taking a look through the gap, you hear Jisung mutter some curses under his breath. “Looks like we’re stuck between floors, which is why your phone isn’t working,” he says, trying to further inspect the situation.

“So what do we do then? Sit here and wait for someone to come save us?” You ask, eyes wide. He shrugs, and turns back to the door. “Hey! Can anyone hear us? We’re trapped in the elevator!” He shouts, and it’s quiet for a moment before a stranger’s voice is heard from a few feet above you.

“We heard the rattling of the elevator! We’ve called maintenance and fire, but they said it’s going to be about 20 minutes until they can get here. We hope you’re okay!” The voice says. Jisung nods his head and yells a thank you to the stranger before making his way back towards you in the small elevator.

You’re happy to know that help is on the way, but what if something happens before they get there? What if the elevator -does- decide to fall before they can get there? You don’t want to live out your final moments in your college apartment’s elevator.

You start to freak out a little bit, and Jisung can sense it. “We’re gonna be okay, you know that right? Help is on the way,” he says, and moves to take a seat on the floor. You join him, hoping it will calm your nerves even just a little. “Yeah, I just hate elevators..” you say, and he doesn’t answer you. You want to say the quiet is calming, but you can’t help the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach. You start picking at the carpet of the elevator out of nervousness, and Jisung takes notice.

He scoots a little closer to you and grabs your hand, the size difference of his hands compared to yours is almost baffling. You feel that blush rise up again, reminded of what happened in class earlier. Jisung is playing with your fingers absentmindedly, both of his hands grabbing at them and lightly pulling them in different directions, the pad of his thumbs smoothing over the back of your palm. You can’t look at him, too embarrassed for getting worked up at the gesture.

It seems like God is out to get you today, because Jisung laughs that teasing laugh of his again, and this time a finger under your chin brings your head up to make eye contact with him.

“Y’know, I was going to let it go earlier, but now I don’t think I can..You seem to be pretty fascinated with my hands, huh baby doll?” He asks confidently, and the tone of his voice makes you want to jump down the elevator shaft out of shyness. The new pet name brings those same feelings back to your stomach, and you’re at a loss for words. Jisung takes notice of this, and his smile turns from playful to something a little more serious.

‘Awe now why are you getting shy? You sure weren’t when you were checking me out in lecture earlier,” Jisung says, his tone condescending as he moves closer to you. “I promise, Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I mean, not unless you want me to,” he whispers. He’s not even an inch away from your face, and now you can’t seem to break eye contact with him. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck. “If you don’t want this, you need to tell me..” he insists, but you don’t even need to think twice. “I want it. I want you.” you say quietly, and that’s enough for him to close the distance and pull you on top of him.

Being seated on Han Jisung’s lap is nothing short of an out of body experience. His lips are soft against yours, nipping at your bottom lip and asking for entrance which you gladly grant him. The kiss is fast and passionate and full of tongues but neither of you seem to care. You can’t think of anything except that you were right; the feeling of his hands roaming your body is better than you could’ve imagined. By now your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling slightly every now and again and listening to the beautiful sounds of Jisung groaning against your lips.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he says, his fingers trailing to the button of your jeans. You busy yourself with moving your hands underneath his tshirt, his skin warm and soft under your fingers. You can feel the ridges of abs that you didn’t know existed, and as Jisung is whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you whine at the sensation of his fingers that have found their way into your underwear.

“You look so pretty like this for me,” Jisung continues, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in slow circles as you whine at him. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control myself the moment you slipped this damn hoodie on. You look so small, baby.”

You’re sure that you’re going crazy the more that Jisung talks to you. In order to preserve even the tiniest bit of your sanity, you connect your lips to his once more. You hear him chuckle into the kiss, Jisung sensing your urgency as you grind down onto his fingers with a newfound energy.

“You really like my hands that much, huh? Gonna get off just on my fingers baby?” He asks once again, this time inserting a finger into your core. You moan at the new sensation, but Jisung isn’t having it. “Words, baby. Tell me how you’re feeling,” He orders, and something about his tone sends you up a wall. “S-so good Jisung.. I.. fuck,” you breathe out.

Jisung snaps back to reality for a moment and remembers: You’re on a time crunch. Maintenance could get the elevator back up and running at any moment. He adds another finger inside of you and quickens his pace at the same time. The speed has you reeling, the knot in your stomach tight but not quite ready to snap.

“I need you to cum for me baby, someone could walk in any minute. We don’t need anyone else seeing how much of a slut you are for my fingers alone, now do we? Or would you like that?” He asks, and the idea has you clenching around him. Jisung senses this, and laughs. “Something to keep in mind for another time,” he says to himself. You bury that comment at the back of your mind, focusing on the pleasure that’s rising in your core.

Once Jisung starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the combination of that and his fingers inside you has you arching your back. To Jisung, you are the most ethereal being on the planet right now; the soft light of the elevator highlighting your features, making you look oh so beautiful and almost unreal as your orgasm washes over you.

Jisung helps you ride out your high, your hips slowly coming to a stop as you begin to catch your breath. “Th-thank you, Jisung..” you say quietly, moving your hair out of your face. “Trust me, baby doll. The pleasure was all mine,” he chimes, and a small laugh leaves your lips as you finally gain your composure once again.

The two of you stay sitting like that for a few minutes, basking in the glow of this new found relationship until you hear voices a few feet above you again. “Hello? Are you alright in there? This is the fire department, we’re going to get you out of there, don’t worry.” The faint voice says. You both sigh in relief, Jisung’s arms falling around your waist once again.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator doors to be opened, and you’re both pulled up by the firemen who came to your rescue.

Once safe and sound, it doesn’t take long for you to pull Jisung into your apartment to make up for something very, very important, either.

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eternally-writing · 3 years

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chain reaction 02 | jjk

genre: fluff and angst

rating: PG

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: college!au , enemies to lovers, series

word count: 4.6k

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: A semester with your mortal enemy, Jeon Jungkook, as your lab partner was bound to be an experience to remember.

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When you had imagined what Jeon Jungkook’s apartment would look like, you had definitely thought it would look something like an evil lair (except messy, because Jungkook definitely struck you as the messy type).

However, upon stepping into his surprisingly well-finished apartment, you found the exact opposite case. Before this, you had planned to make a ton of jokes based on whatever you would find in Jungkook’s apartment. And the truth was, you still could.

Jeon Jungkook was an absolute neat freak. You watched the way he subtly shuddered as a fleck of dirt from your shoes travelled off of his doormat and you took note of how his kitchen counter was so clean you could probably eat directly off of it (which was especially rare from someone in college). If he had a roommate, there was no trace of him right now, as the apartment pretty much looked like a showhome.

“I didn’t know you were such a clean freak, Jeon,” you said with a smirk.

For the first time, you saw Jeon Jungkook look the slightest bit timid.

“I like to keep things tidy, I guess,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.

He gestured for you to enter his quaint but somehow spacious living room as he sped to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water (he may not like you, but he’d be damned by his mother if she found out he let a guest into his place without giving them a beverage).

You had a very clear game plan when it came to entering Jeon Jungkook’s apartment: Enter. Talk about the project (and nothing else). Grab the chemistry notes from the class you missed on Monday. Leave.

It definitely seemed like an easy peasy 4 step plan - except that all seemed to flow out the window once you saw the photo Jungkook kept on his coffee table. From what you could decipher, it looked like a high school aged Jungkook in a music studio, right in front of the mic, with some of his friends around him. You had never seen Jungkook smile as big as he was in that picture, and it even managed to pull at your heartstrings.

Before you could open your mouth to ask about it, Jungkook had already come over to you and slammed the picture to be face down on the table, leaving smiley high school Jungkook out of sight.

“An invitation into my apartment isn’t an invitation into my private life, Y/N. Don’t get it twisted.” he said coldly, dropping the glass of water hashly onto a coaster by the picture frame.

To be fair, you kind of deserved that (and looking into Jungkook’s personal life definitely wasn’t part of your 4 step plan to seeing him today), but he didn’t have to be that mean. As a peace offering you moved as far away from the photo frame as you could.

“Let’s just get this over with, Jeon. I have a pilates class in an hour on the other side of campus.”

Now Jungkook couldn't pass up that opportunity to make a joke.

“Pilates, mmm.” He let out an overexaggerated moan to make his point.

“ Think you can slip my number to the hot girls there Y/N,” said Jungkook with a smirk.

“In your dreams Jeon. You’re lucky if any girls will still want your number if you fail organic chemistry, which is what you’re going to do if we don’t work on this project.”

“I think you’re forgetting Y/N.” he said as he bent down, bringing his lips to your ear - “if I go down I’m taking you with me sunshine”.

Ignoring how his close proximity to you was making your heart race (it was probably due to anger, right??), you jumped away from him and pulled out your macbook.

“Our group contract is due tomorrow so let’s just finish that up and then I’ll be out of your hair okay?” you said with an air of desperation and potentially sexual frustration.

For the most part, you and Jungkook worked in silence besides the occasional sound of you typing or clearing your throat. Looking at the live google doc in front of you and the progress you both were making, you were starting to think that working with Jungkook might not be the worst thing in the world.

Jeon Jungkook and Y/N L/N : CHEM 251 LAB PRESENTATION CONTRACT

Topic - Green Chemistry

1. Answer all communication from your partner (emails, messages) within 24 hours

2. Complete all portions of assignments at least 1 day before it is due.

3. Any changes to your availability should be communicated to your partner.

4. Y/N will handle the background literature and introduction of the presentation.

5. Jungkook will look for future applications of Green Chemistry and direct applications of course material in the field of Green Chemistry.

6. Don’t fall in love with your partner.

As soon as you saw Jungkook type the last point on the document, you glared at him beside you on the couch.

“Seriously Jeon? I forgot you have the mindset of a 13 year old boy,” you muttered as he looked at you cockily.

You took a deep breath as your internal monologue started to run:

Okay, Y/N. you’re not here to let Jeon Jungkook mess with you. 3 strikes and you’re out of here - there’s no reason to need to keep up with his bullshit (especially since at least the first part of your project was over).

Jungkook had then had to add more rules to your group contract.

7. Y/N will give out Jungkook’s number to any hot girl at her pilates class.

You groaned and hastily deleted off the document.

That was strike 1 for Jungkook. 3 strikes and he’s out.

Jungkook was still relentless in his attacks.

“Seriously though Y/N, do you really not think I’m attractive at all? You really don’t want a piece of this?,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows and gestured to his body all too suggestively.

“Cut it out Jeon, I’m not dealing with your shit today,” you hissed, your eyes shooting metaphorical lasers into Jungkook.

Strike 2: He’s getting close.

“C’mon Y/N, what’s the chance that you’ll ever be able to bag someone as hot as me. I mean, look at me and look at you!”

Strike 3: you were DONE with Jeon Jungkook today.

Not even stopping to put on your shoes fully, you took one last glance back at him before you walked out the door.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.”

The glass of water he got you sat untouched on his coffee table, drops of water spilling onto the photo frame beside it due to his apartment shaking from you slamming his door.

Mirroring the new droplets on his coffee table, you found tears starting to drop across your face as well.

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Even though you loved your chemistry lecture, you’re not sure why chemistry labs had such a bad vibe to you. The most obvious explanation for this would be having Jeon Jungkook as a lab partner (especially after your last meeting, the situation speaks for itself). But what could be is probably at least part of the reason is because of what happened in your first year 8AM chem lab. After getting through a grueling 3 hour titration (that you messed up and got no results for in the end), you walked back to your dorm to find your (now ex) boyfriend Jimin in bed with your roommate, Soomi.

Needless to stay you left that day with one less friend, no boyfriend (and you had also gotten 16/30 on that lab… yikes), so chemistry labs did leave a little bit of a bad taste in your mouth.

It had been months since that incident, but even after getting a new lease and cutting any ties you remotely had to Jimin, you still carried the insecurity that Jimin instilled in you by cheating on you with someone who you thought of as a sister.

You had yet to run into Jimin against post-breakup, and had managed to successfully avoid him, until now.

“Y/N?”

You knew that voice all too well. Turning around, you were met with the sight of your ex, Jimin. As if that wasn’t bad enough, as you looked him over you noticed your old roommate, Soomi, hanging off of his arm. You had no clue that they were still together (you had lost all contact with anyone remotely related to Jimin), and somehow seeing them together hurt you even more.

Jimin looked even prettier than you had last remembered him; his prince-like hair shone in the afternoon sun, his charming smile seemed even brighter. Knowing Jimin was still with Soomi made you feel that he didn’t even feel a pang of regret for cheating on you, like he didn’t need to take some time by himself to reflect (like you definitely did) or stop to grieve your relationship. From your point of view, it seemed like you never even mattered to Jimin.

You suddenly felt self conscious of everything under the judgmental gazes of Jimin and Soomi. Those baby hairs that you didn’t bother to pin down with a bobby pin this morning now felt like they were sticking straight out of your head and the pimple that was poking through your concealer on your forehead suddenly felt like a volcano. In your mind, compared to Soomi, you looked like a hot mess.

Your brain was on autopilot for all the small-talk you made with the two of them, and you didn’t snap out of your trance until you heard these words from Jimin.

“I only wish the best for you Y/N”

You internally scoffed at this statement. Who the fuck was Park Jimin to say that he “wishes the best for you”. You took months to get over him and the hurtful words he said to you. Every mean comment and snarky comparisons he made to you felt like it was tattooed onto your skin and stuck with you forever. But now he was standing in front of you like nothing was wrong?

In a different world, you probably would’ve slapped Jimin across the face. But instead you rose above like your mom taught you to.

“You as well Jimin.” you said courtly with a nod, trying to stop the tears that were pricking at your eyes from escaping your tear ducts.

After receiving a small nod from Jimin as a response, you turned around as if you had somewhere to be (in reality, you didn’t have class for another 2 hours).

Getting as far away from Jimin was all you could think about at the moment, and you moved as far as your legs could take you in whatever direction you thought would take you out of your college’s quad, even as the tears falling from your eyes blurred your vision.

You didn’t know how to feel. You had imagined what seeing Jimin for the first time after the break up would look like; maybe he would grovel at his knees and beg to have you back (it’s not that you wanted to date him again or that you had feelings for him, but it would feel nice to feel wanted), maybe you would just throw a drink in his face and walk away like a bad bitch, maybe you could’ve flashed a new boyfriend in front of his face.

All of a sudden your phone started to ring. Your first fear (and somewhat hope) was that it would be Jimin calling you, but little did you know that it was something so much worse.

Incoming Call: Jeon Boy

“as if this day couldn’t get any worse,” you thought to yourself as you pressed decline. You had yet to talk to Jungkook since that day at his apartment (you didn’t even call to congratulate him on his

Incoming Call: Jeon Boy

You groaned and hit the decline but at the speed of lightning again.

Incoming Call: Jeon Boy

Seriously, could this guy not take a hint? You were tempted to turn your phone off all together, but settled for hitting the decline button again.

Incoming Call: Jeon Boy

You realized that for whatever reason, Jungkook was not giving up, so you either had to answer him or listen to your ringtone of “Love Killa” by Monday X play every 10 seconds. Praying that your voice wouldn’t betray you, you took a deep (albeit shaky) breath and tried your best to wipe your tears before clicking “answer”.

“Look Jeon, I’m - uh - sorry but I really can’t do this right now okay? I’ll call you later.” you choked out, your voice obviously wavering as you tried to be as professional as possible.

Before you could press the “end call button” you heard Jungkook’s concerned voice through the speakers.

“Y/N, wait, you don’t sound too good. Are you okay?”

Ah yes, “are you okay” - probably the most loaded question a person could ever ask.

You probably could’ve kept it together if he had asked any other question, but his “are you ok” truly pulled at your heartstrings.

You felt your chest tightening but you tried your best to help the feeling subside. You had yet to show weakness about how Jimin had affected you to anyone, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start with Jeon Jungkook. Clutching at your chest and taking a few deep breaths in an effort to calm your racing heart, you continued on.

“Is that genuine concern I’m hearing from you Jeon? Be careful, you’re losing your bad boy persona,” you said as you tried to make a joke to distract him.

“Y/N, no. I’m serious. are. you. okay.”

You couldn’t handle it anymore. Sobs broke free from your chest and you heaved into the phone, your whimpers and whines striking Jungkook on the other side of the phone.

“I, I can’t- I just-“

The words barely broke through your sobs. Your chest was tightening and you could barely hear Jungkook through the ringing in your ears.

“Y/N where are you, I’m coming’” said Jungkook. You could hear the jingling of his car keys and the rustling of him putting on shoes.

As if mother nature felt your pain, the rain started pouring down on you at the same time.

You barely got out any more words to Jungkook, but he didn’t hang up on you. He just kept whispering comforting phrases, trying to calm you down from afar as you could hear his car engine roaring in the background (in another world, you definitely would’ve yelled at him for using his phone while driving). You barely even registered that Jungkook was there at all. Every memory of you and Jimin seemed to reopen like a fresh wound, and you couldn’t feel anything except the pain. All you could do was sit on a random curb by the edge of campus, your wails probably reaching the sorority houses nearby.

You felt broken. The sound of the thunder overhead mixed with your cries as the rain pelted you, soaking your thin sweatshirt. You don’t know how much time passed there. In your head, it felt like time was frozen, while for Jungkook it felt like he was wasting hours zooming through campus (he truly was zooming - a month later he found out that he had accumulated 3 speeding tickets trying to find you, but he would never tell you that).

“Oh, sunshine,” he murmured, voice laced with pity and concern as he pulled over his car on the curb in front of you.

You and Jungkook hadn’t even said a word to each other since the feud at his apartment, and you had absolutely zero clue how he even managed to figure out where you were through your jumbled phone call. But all you knew is that right now you needed him. You needed someone to give you a bit of comfort, and Jungkook was somehow here to do that for you. Despite everything between you twom you couldn’t hide the feeling of relief that ran through your body as you looked up and saw Jungkook in front of you.

Coming to your side, Jungkook crouched beside you.

“Jungkook”, you wept as he pulled you into his chest. It was probably one of the first times you had actually addressed him by his first name, which came as a surprise to him.

Holding you closer, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel protective over you. He couldn’t help but hurt with you as he saw your fragile figure shaking in his arms.

“You’re gonna be okay now Y/N, okay? I’m here. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, on a dirty curbside off campus, you weren’t Jeon boy and little miss sunshine, mortal enemies and chemistry lab partners. Instead, you were just Jeon Jungkook and Y/N., and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment.

--♡--

To your surprise (and the surprise of anyone else who knows you), you and Jungkook had not been stepping on each other’s toes as much. What had started out as extreme, extreme dislike had turned into a mild dislike (maybe even a very slight enjoyment of his presence, although you weren't about to admit that anytime soon). And of course, you both refuse to acknowledge the “Jimin incident” that had occurred a week ago and you both refuse to believe that it may have had something to do with you and Jungkook not hating each other. Your emails stopped being signed off with “do your part Jeon, or else” and instead now usually started with “Hey Jeon!” and “Thanks, Y/N”

That brought you here, in your apartment on a Friday night, eating old pizza in an old sweatshirt, no bra, and some comfy shorts that had definitely been through the wash one too many times. Researching for your chemistry project, you chuckled at how much of a londer you would look to an outsider. Sending off the articles you found on Green Chemistry to Jungkook, you closed out the email with some casual pleasantries and then turned to continue rewatching episodes of your favourite kdrama. You definitely weren’t expecting a response from Jungkook until Monday. You were sure that someone like him was at a frat party (was he even in a frat? You had no idea). Either way, Jungkook probably was lounging around in some party house with like 6 girls on his arms, while you were doing quite the opposite.

Surprisingly, Jungkook was actually doing quite a similar thing to you. Instead of watching kdramas, he was watching Iron Man (for what was probably the 50th time), and was huddled under a makeship blanket fort like a child and scrolling through reddit. Don’t be mistaken though, Jeon Jungkook was definitely a partier, but he also knew when he needed to give his head (and liver) a break.

He saw his phone chime with a gmail notification. He took a brief scroll through the articles you had sent over to him (those were definitely work for another day since there was no way he could digest academic jargon without at least 3 cups of coffee in him), but he was pleasantly surprised with what you had come up with.

At the same time, the Facebook tab he had open on his Macbook also lit up.

It’s Y/N L/N’s birthday today! Leave a message on her wall to celebrate!

Jungkook’s jaw dropped.

It was your birthday and you were sending him chemistry research papers?? Jungkook chuckled because he could already think of 1000 bad jokes to make fun of you, but he also felt some other feeling that he couldn’t quite place.

Jungkook’s mother had always taught him that it was important to celebrate birthdays, and that is was bad luck that it was He wasn’t sure if it was just a farce that his mother had come up with to make sure that he still attended those family-wide facetime birthday celebrations once he went to college, but either way, he still believed it to some extent.

He had no clue why he was doing this, or how he even got here, but somehow Jungkook found himself in sweatpants and a hoodie in front of your apartment door at 10pm on a Friday night, cake in tow in one hand, his other hand out ready to knock on your door.

On the other side of the door, you were equally astonished. It almost felt like you were seeing a hallucination, as if your email to Jungkook had somehow summoned him to your door. You couldn’t help but rub your eyes in disbelief, just to make sure he was actually there.

“Jungkook?”

Bashful Jungkook seemed to make an appearance again as he tapped his feet in anxiety. And before he could stop himself, words were already tumbling from his mouth”

“Happy birthday?” he said as a question , posing it as if he didn’t know whether facebook was just playing a prank on him (which he honestly didn’t know). “Can I come in?”

You didn’t even really know how to process this situation, but all you could mutter was a “uh, thank you?” in a similar inquirable tone and gesture for him to step into your apartment. If Jeon Jungkook showed up at your door at 10pm on a Friday night, he probably deserved to be heard out.

“You can make yourself comfortable on the couch. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company otherwise I would have cleaned up a bit.” You were sure that Jungkook’s neat freak brain was probably frying itself into overdrive based on the empty now-empty pizza box sitting on your coffee table and stray utensils and crumbs on your kitchen counter. You felt a little embarrassed that he had to see this.

Mirroring Jungkook’s hospitality last time you were at his place, you brought him a glass of water and hoped that this evening would go a LOT better than the last time you and Jungkook were alone together in an apartment.

Jungkook’s cake was still held in his hands. It was a little cake from the 24/7 cafe on campus; he could only find one that said “happy” with little sunflowers and smiles, so hopefully the “birthday” part of it was implied.

“I, um, I brought cake - for you. I mean your birthday.”

You sat down across from him.

“Oh you didn’t have to Jungkook, uh that’s really nice but you didn’t have to do that,” you said as you leaned further away from the cake, as if it was an item that scared you. “I’m not big on birthdays anyways, just usually me chilling in my apartment!”

However, Jungkook was not planning on taking no as an answer. He tried his best to plead with you, but was still getting nowhere.

“you… you have to do it for my mom!” he said as he thrust the cake even closer to your face.

You tilted your head in confusion at his statement.

“I mean uh-, my mom says that it’s bad luck if you don’t blow out candles on cake on your birthday and that if you don’t do it then you won’t live to your next birthday. And um- i know we’re not friends Y/N but I’d rather see you alive next year”.

Jungkook tried to look as nonchalant and cool as possible, and when he realized his statement was a little too thoughtful he followed it up with a “i mean you could do whatever you want i don’t care it doesn’t matter to me”.

You were beginning to like this side of Jungkook, the one that was more thoughtful than he was a selfish, inconsiderate dude.

Taking the cake softly from his hands, you muttered a soft “thank you”. At this point Jungkook didn’t know whether you took it from his hands to throw it on the ground or actually use it for its intended purpose. As you leaned over to grab the lighter by your candles on your coffee table, Jungkook let out a breath of relief.

Throwing open the cake box, you lit the candle in the cake and stared patiently in front of it.

“Well Jungkook, I believe if I am going to be blowing out candles there should be singing too, no?” You joked with a silly smile on your face.

Knowing he had no way out of this (and to be honest, he secretly wanted to anyways), he began to sing.

You had never heard a more beautiful rendition of happy birthday in your life. Jungkook turned the most mundane song, one that you didn’t have many happy memories with, into a tune that made your heart start to swell with joy. You wished the song was longer, because as he stopped to sing you wanted nothing more than for him to keep going.

“Make a wish, Y/N” , he whispered.

You didn’t know what to wish for. There were a lot of things that needed to be fixed in the world, and lots of things that you needed too (like a new toothbrush, or the experience of true love). It seemed fitting that since you were only blowing out these candles because of Jungkook, you should at least dedicate the wish to him. So all you wished for was for you and Jungkook to get along just like you were in this moment.

You looked up at Jungkook from the cake, and from there all you could say was a sincere “thank you”.

The moment was all too sincere, and you and Jungkook could feel the atmosphere shift to one that was all too intimate and friendly for your relationship. As moving away from a hot flame, you both picked up your phones and mumbled excuses to move away from the situation.

Jungkook was the first to break the ice again.

“I don’t know how good this cake is going to be, the expiry date was at least a week and a half ago”

“Well Jeon Jungkook, if you brought an expired cake into my apartment, it feels like a right of passage that you have to try this cake with me.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from picking up a piece of cake on a fork and shoving it into his mouth. Immediately, his face scrounged up in disgust, and you could pretty much see him gag.

“That cream is… very creamy to stay the least,” he said as he thickly swallowed it down, grimacing the whole time.

His expression made you chuckle. There was something about the way his naturally fluffy hair seemed to move as he swayed like a piece of seaweed on your couch (a mannerism that you had picked up on quite quickly), that made you feel warm inside.

“Considering me sacrificing myself to this cake as a birthday present to you, Y/N”

The laugh that bubbled out of your chest almost made that gross cake worth it to Jungkook. And some words of sincerity slipped out before you could hold them in.

“Best birthday present ever, Jungkook, thank you.

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ethereal-bang · 3 years

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Minutes

Characters: Jisung x female reader

Words: 3,071

Type: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, college!au

Warnings: fingering in an elevator, heavy making out, explicit content

Description: stuck in an elevator with a boy from your science class, what else could possibly go wrong?

This is a work of fiction and not meant for anyone under the age of 18

You really hate Mondays.

They’re always the longest, and for some reason things happen to go incredibly wrong on the first day of the week. Always.

You ignore the weird looks you get from students as you sprint across campus, just wanting to make sure today doesn’t get any worse.

“Are you alright?” You hear someone chuckle next to you, and you look to your left and see Han Jisung, looking at you with concern but also a slight bit of humor in his eyes. You’ve spoken to him a few times, the two of you sharing your anatomy class. He’s cute, you think, with his bright smile and energetic attitude. You also had a few mutual friends, Seungmin and Changbin, so you had heard more about him than you’ve actually spoken to him.

“Yeah, Jisung, I’m just fine. Thank you for asking,” you quip back, and he arches an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

On the walk to your apartment, you get to talk to Jisung more than you ever have before. You definitely regret not getting to know him sooner. The stories you’ve heard about him definitely don’t do him justice, either. He’s really quick witted-- able to make you laugh harder than you’ve laughed in awhile. Pair that with his soft brown eyes and his bright smile, he’s basically a knock out.

That is, until you hear a weird noise coming from the elevator.

It seems like God is out to get you today, because Jisung laughs that teasing laugh of his again, and this time a finger under your chin brings your head up to make eye contact with him.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator doors to be opened, and you’re both pulled up by the firemen who came to your rescue.

Once safe and sound, it doesn’t take long for you to pull Jisung into your apartment to make up for something very, very important, either.

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ladymatt · 3 years

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First Lines Of Your Last 20 Fics!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Tagged by the witty and wonderful @lorenzobane ❤️ TY, sweetheart! All of the humble offerings below are about Malec (of course), and I make no apology for wanting to write endlessly about them! I’M IN LOVE WITH THEIR LOVE, OK?

1) Protect You Above All Else - (T, Supportive Husbands, 3 Times Plus 1)

Alec is just making sure he’s mixed Magnus’ martini to his very stringent specifications when the man himself, looking entirely too put together to be feeling the supposed exhaustion Izzy’s text just warned him about, makes an entrance that has Alec eye-rolling in the fondest of ways.

2) There’s Something Magical About Christmas! - (T, Family/HP Theme)

Surely it couldn’t be time to rise and face the day already, Magnus thinks, burrowing deeper into the furry warmth of his husband’s comfy chest, stubbornly refusing to let the light stealing through the curtains rob him of his contented bliss.

3) Service With A Sunshine Smile - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Grocery Store AU)

“Alec, are you even listening?” Izzy whines, spoiling the intense eye-fucking that’s simmering between him and the sharply-dressed employee on checkout one every time they pass.

4) A Lesson In Love - (G, Prompt Ficlet, University Lecturers AU)

The customary curses that seem to follow every one of Magnus’ futile trips to the dean’s office filter through the open door connecting their offices, and Alec buries an affectionate smile as he walks through it.

5) Hidden Truths - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Mystery AU)

With the evening fire crackling in the grate and the gramaphone playing jazz 45s, Alec feels transported to another time altogether as he mirrors the relaxed and recumbent form of his live-in landlord across the hearth in his armchair’s twin.

6) Fighting The Good Fight - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Angel/Demon AU)

Satisfaction warms the heart of the angel, Integrity, as he surveys the crowded youth club he runs in Brooklyn.

7) Whiskey Rocks And A Little White Lie - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Exes AU)

It had taken three of his closest friends’ stimulating company and six whiskey doubles to reach this fragile state of near-acceptance over his break-up with Alec, but no distraction amongst the bar’s lively clientele made his pulse so much as flutter, let alone thump with the force of a thousand drums the way Alec’s smile could.

8) Wake Up Call - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Roomates AU) *My Fave Intro*

Surfacing from a sleep that should’ve lasted at least another week, Magnus’ mouth feels like a tide of alcohol has left only sand in its wake and his head’s still swimming with regret over the senseless fight with his best friend that triggered his headlong dash into anything offering oblivion from Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

9) A Love That Knows No Bounds - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Malec As Dads AU)

Arriving late at the gallery hosting Clary and Maia’s joint exhibition of art and marine photography, Alec weaves his way through the crowd to make his apologies to the forgiving duo, congratulating them both on the evident success of the ‘Nature’s Canvas’ collection before locating the expected family and friends, three of which are nowhere to be seen.

10) Interest Detected - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Film Noir/Detective AU)

“So you’ll take the case?” said the snake in the suit, aka the torment of Alec’s otherwise perfect life.

11) All Hail, Alexander The Grrreat! - (M, Prompt Ficlet, Role-Play Sex AU)

His husband’s formidable powers of application when learning a new skill had always been a source of pride for Magnus, but when paired with Alec’s insatiable, hitherto untapped predilection for role-play sex, he bore witness to more showstopping performances than Menzel could ever give on Broadway!

12) Impossible Just Means Try Again - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Neighbours AU)

They have no right, Magnus thinks as bodies and boxes make their way into his late friend’s beloved home, every clumsy accident and cheery apology grating on his fractured nerves.

13) To Us, You’re Still Here - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Widower Alec AU)

“You hate it,” Magnus states with amused certainty.

14) A Worthy Prize - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Game Show AU)

Acute nerves at standing in the line-up for the nation’s most popular game show, The Inquizitor, has left Alec’s skin glazed with sweat and triggered a plethora of childhood tics that serve to make him look even more anxious than he feels.

15) Unbridled Panic - (G, Prompt Ficlet, Film Set AU)

“OK, I might have forgotten to tell you I’m very afraid of horses.”

16) For One Day Every Year - (M, Canon Verse/Christmas Two-Parter)

Their first Christmas together fast approaching, Magnus was indulging in all things yule-related with a level of excited enthusiasm that he couldn’t recall ever having experienced before.

17) Consumed With Love At Christmas - (E, Family Christmas Party)

Alec Lightwood loved his family and friends with his whole heart, he really did, and inviting all of them over for a Christmas edition of their usual games night had even been his idea, but watching the way his hot tease of a boyfriend was making virtual love to that tangerine from all the way over here at the other end of the couch made him wish they were trapped at the North Pole with no means of return for years to come because all Alec wanted, for Christmas and the next few hours at least, was Magnus’ hungry mouth on him.

18) Lightwood Came To Win! - (M, Halloween Party At Pandemonium AU)

Although blissfully unaware of how the revolving multi-coloured lights of the packed out venue rendered his silky white outfit virtually transparent (except for a few face-saving ruffles and the odd gigantic bobble), Alec Lightwood still felt like a giant fool.

19) Musical Monday - (M, Sharing New Experiences/Competitive Shits AU)

There’s very little that Alec won’t do to put a smile on his boyfriend’s beautiful face, but donning a loincloth the size of a handkerchief while playing a harp, is not one of them, no matter what is dangled in front of him as a reward.

20) Made All The Difference - (G, Introspective Alec/Idiots In Love)

In the short time that Alec had known Magnus, his whole life had changed in ways he could never have thought possible.

Patterns: I think the very obvious answer here is ‘my intros are lengthy’ - but in my defence, at least with the ficlets and their word limit, I was trying to set as much of the scene as possible! 😂

Tagging (should you want to): @unending-happiness @poemsfromthealley @sassyweethang @intangibel @sfjessii @lynne-monstr @sugarandspace @cuubism @bidnezz @brightasstars

#TagGames #FirstLinesOfYourLast20Fics #TY lorenzobane #Apologies for the long post #MyFanFics

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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TEMPO (racer reader x sehun, nct, exo) #3

Hi you made it this far...

read the previous chapters here 1 / 2

Meanwhile..

“Yes Kai! It’s a big win tonight. Come on let’s party. Drinks are on Kai tonight!” Baekhyun cheers loudly when Kai returns to them with the money.

“Easy game tonight?” Lay speaks up.

Kai ponders for a moment “It’s a rough game.. I’m surprised by the 127 racer. It’s a girl right? I saw her small body .. I must say she’s a tough one. Though I managed to kick her and made her lost her balance. She fell right before the finish line.”

“Not really a gentleman are you?” Chanyeol teases him. “Anyways it’s a competition. Someone’s bound to win and someone’s bound to lose. Tonight the spotlight is yours! Shall we party?”

Kai, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Lay, and the others made their way to the nearest bar to celebrate Kai’s first win in the new cage.

“I think I saw Sehun earlier.. he has changed! He goes to street racing now.. what is he doing..” Lay blurts out when they finished several bottles down.

“Oh right! You saw him too? I thought I was seeing things.” Kai abruptly sit up straight.

“Maybe it’s someone like Sehun. I don’t think this place is his style.” Baekhyun cuts the wild imaginations and the two men seem to agree they’re just seeing things.

Kai becomes the new star player after (y/n). Because (y/n) is in hiatus.. Kai actually dominates the track. Yuta does beat him in most of the races, but in other programs where Yuta did not sign up, Kai is the favorite player.

Apparently for Kai, the competitors here are too easy for him. He is looking for that one player. The mysterious girl he knocked off on his first race. He knows she’s not playing probably because of what he did, but Kai has never seen her properly. Let alone know her name or status here. Funny how deep in his heart he feels bad whenever he remembers the scene. Kai knows it’s coward for him to kick a girl opponent.. and most importantly she looks smaller than the other players.

After finishing his race, he walks to Kris who acts as his manager and asks “Hyung. Do you know where is the 127 girl that I beat on my first race here?”

“Oh that girl.. she’s on break. Her left hand is fractured.. she’s actually the ace player here before you come.”

“Whose team is she in?” Kai looks around the crowd.

“I’m pretty sure that young boys.. over there.. sharp gazes tight pants leather jackets.. pink and purple hair” Kris points to Taeyong and Jaehyun.

“Wait.. I know them..” Kai puts his vision to the small group. He knows the other two.. it’s Johnny and Yuta.

“Apparently the brunette boy is also their racer for the short track program. He beats you several time right?” Kris shifts his gaze to the small team too.

Kai nods “Yeah. Yuta is a tough racer. Where is their ace.. shouldn’t she come and watch?”

Kris shrugs his shoulder “I don’t know Kai.. anyways I see Sehun was with them on that day.”

Kai freezes in his place. So he and Lay were not seeing things. Sehun was there on that day. Hmm funny how the world makes them see each other again.

“I’m curious. What makes a boy like Sehun jumps into this muddy lifestyle.” Kai grins slyly.

That keeps on going on until one day.. (y/n) is back on track. Kai has his golden opportunity to talk with her and ask her some more about herself. She welcomes him nicely.. without realizing Kai is actually an enemy of Sehun.. the man she starts to grow fond with.

“You’re too young to be here.” Kai puts on his favorite boy mask. I mean he’s a homme fatale. Of course girls will get head over heels for him… and this cute racer in front of him catches his attention since day one.

“That’s what people will always say as their first impression. I’m seventeen. Legal to drive.” She proudly smirks.

Kai chuckles “Let’s make a deal.”

“What deal? I’m on for challenges.” She arrogantly folds her hand on her chest.

It’s been a while since someone dares to challenge and mess up with her.. people all stop challenging her when they know the real color of this cute girl. Plus Kai looks tempting and nice.

“We play fair and square tonight. If you win I’ll let you do what you want.. if I win.. you’ll do what I want you to do.” Kai raises his brow.

“Does that means you’re ready to be my personal butler? I really need one right now and you look perfect!” She puts on her cat eyes. Kai definitely curses in his heart when he melts at those eyes.

He sighs. Of course her bets will be something silly like this.. she’s seventeen after all. What do you expect Kai.

He sighs “Okay. And if I win.. you’ll do what I want. I’ll think about it later.”

“Don’t bother thinking. You’ll be my butler! For a whole month! Be prepared Kai.” She playfully pinches his cheek and walks away to Sehun. Kai’s eyes follow her and he smiles in secret when he sees Sehun.

Old friend he missed. Is there any way to annoy him again? Maybe by winning the race and force her to be his girl? Or just by losing and being her personal butler. That means Kai will have more time with her than Sehun did right? And with his skills he can make sure Sehun knows about it and gets jealous.

Kai laughs hysterically to himself and make his way to his team. He told them to bet low on him, tonight he has a plan. The whole team just follow his words. They know Kai is probably up for a silly business deals he made for fun.

The race starts, after a secret goodluck kiss from Sehun, (y/n) sits on her bike and glances at Kai. She growls her engine and winks when the MC queue the count down. The number hits one and they all push their gas to the limit.

Tonight marks the first return of the Ace Queen (y/n) and she lives to her name. The money tonight is a huge amount, people are excited seeing Kai and (y/n) in the race together once again.. the fact that she wins brings her over the moon, not because of the money, but the silly deal she made with Kai.

She quickly slips away when no one is watching and Kai sees her move, so he swiftly make his way too. The two meet again on the same quiet spot they talked earlier.

“Congratulations Ace! You really played nice today. I’m sad yet honored to lose before you.” Kai jokingly gets down on one of his knee and looks deep into her eyes.

She blushes from the intense stare. Kai is really attractive and cool. Different from Sehun who makes her feel comfortable, she feels a burning desire in her heart and turning stomach whenever Kai throws her that smoldering look.

“Okay Kai! You’re officially my butler for one month! Give me your number.”

“Eager are we? Smooth way to get my number.” Kai winks.

“Not that! I need your number to call you if I need anything.” Kai inputs his number to her phone and place it under the name Kai, “Perfect! Now get ready to answer my calls in random times. We should meet to make more agreements. I don’t want my butler to be lazy and a handful.”

Kai begins to regret his choice. If she’s only bossing over him, where’s the fun? But he’ll see how this go.

“Alright Kai oppa.. see you!” she waves her hand and jogs to her team.

Kai happily descends to his friends and acts like nothing happens.

(y/n) keeps the deal in secret. The whole world knows if Jaehyun heard this, he won’t allow his sister to have a butler like Kai. Come on people like Jaehyun knows how dangerous Kai and his populations are. So she keeps it low to herself.

(y/n) POV

I return to my small apartment alone. My friends live in another floor, but I have a small studio for myself. Maybe because I enjoy living alone with my mess. Oh yeah Jaehyun has been lecturing me about cleaning my room, but I’m a busy girl. I have no time to clean my mess. Morning until noon I study at school, then I have a lesson date with Sehun (since he treated me every time.. I cannot turn the offer down.. it’s a good way to save money) then at night I have to study for my tests and do my works just to make it in time to race the night and earn my money. Then I will go home, smoke a bit, and sleep my 6 hours sleep and wake up and repeat the cycle. Except some days I don’t race.

So having Kai as my butler.. means a free house cleaner, chef, and laundry man.

I welcome him on a peaceful Monday night. He shows up by 7 and we agree on our rules.

“No feelings attached… no complaining… no sleeping in my room… and no inappropriate acts.”

He easily agrees and I told him he will have to help me for my cleaning, laundry, and maybe cooking. But turns out he can’t cook, so I have to cook by myself to avoid food poisoning.

“(Y/n) I swear.. your room is super unlike you. How can a cute girl like you live in this dirty room?!” Kai is shocked when he needs to start cleaning.

I shrug my shoulder as I pick one stick of cigarette and lights it up “I’m busy.. and I have not enough time to clean up.”

Kai stops his activity of vacuuming when he sees me blows a smoke “You.. you even smoke!”

I Roll my eyes “Like you yourself don’t… come on Kai.. you’re not my boyfriend or my father.. don’t lecture me.”

“I mean.. I did not expect anything like this coming from you..” He continues vacuuming.

I grin “Nice. That means you will not try to win my heart. A good sign.. I can sleep peacefully without worrying you will take the chance to fuck me.”

Kai smirks “Be careful.. I never said I don’t like girls like that.. besides these things might have turned me on.”

I Hit his back “Cut it off. There’s more to do.”

After vacuuming the floors, he cleans up the cigarette buds while wondering “Do you really finish this much? It’s like two box worth of buds..”

“No.. my brother and his friends sometimes come here.. they smoke too.. plus my friends.. everyone leaves their buds here.. so don’t think I’m that maniac. I have to live a week with this one box.. my money is limited to number of races I won remember?”

Kai seems to get it now.. that I am living half independently. My parents are still funding my tuition fees and apartment rental costs, but for my exclusives I have to earn my own money.

“Why don’t you share a room with your brother? I heard he’s a tidy guy.” Kai actually knows Jaehyun and the others: they were once on the same dance group, but Kai left to focus on his racing more.

“Seriously.. they share a house for 4 people. I have no more space. And I am not living with those loud boys. I mean I also can’t live peacefully seeing Taeyong’s handsome face.. Yuta’s smile and Johnny’s attention. I’ll fail all my tests and make it awkward. “

Kai laughs at my tacky remarks. But deep inside his heart, Kai finds this small girl interesting and challenging.

They talk more and laugh about many different things. She told Kai that for the laundry, she has separated the piles of the private ones and the ones he can clean. She told him which basket he has to take for laundry, the soap and softener she likes, and Kai notes how adorable she is when she gets happy over small things : like the smell of her softener.

“Which floor is it again?”

“Fifth floor. Now go. I’ll cook us some ramyeon. I’m sure you’re hungry.. besides you did quite well.”

Kai finds her unique and adorable rather than annoying. He sees her as the living proof of younger sister he had always imagined. Cute but at the same time sassy and playful.

After an hour, he returns with a pile of clean and fresh laundry. She also finishes cooking the meal and welcomes Kai to sit across her.

“Thanks! I thought you’ll let me eat on the floor.”

she laughs “Aigo.. I’m not that mean. Let’s eat.”

They dig in and afterwards the clock shows it’s already 9.30. Kai knows the rule, he got to go home. That’s the manners. She offers him a cigarette and he accepts it. With that one lighted bar, Kai goes home with a warm heart and big smile.

ON the other hand, (y/n) is busy replying the texts Sehun sent but she did not reply before.

Chapter 4

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Sunday 13 April 1834: SH:7/ML/E/17/0019

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Fine morning F49 ½° at 8 50 about which hour breakfast – read yesterday’s papers till 11 1/4 then writing out journal – read the short prayers in 35 minutes to my aunt and Oddy at 11 55, and then sermon (or lecture) 3 Volume I Mr Knight in ¼ hour – at my desk at 1 ½ and finished writing our journal up to so far of today till 2 1/4 - Thomas brought a letter from Miss W-, 3 pages and 1st page crossed - Rather disappointed at my not going till Tuesday - if entirely on her account, will be ready by 2pm or before tomorrow - wants me to set off ½ hour earlier than the time proposed to see Dr Belcombe. Her cousin not come I have not felt quite comme il faut without either much liking or being able to explain to him how I very charitably want you to bear the burden of doing it for me. Doesn’t suppose she will be prevented returning with me but Dr B- may will to try change of medicine and if I am detained a day not to let them be anxious about us here – not to expect us later at latest than ten. Poor girl I fear how it is and when she complained of enlargement this day week and uncomfortableness in walking it was that something coming on which I have unfortunately given her and which π- gave me in 1822 and which she would only laugh to think I had given poor Miss W- as she did on my giving it to Isabella well this will indeed set me against π- I shall say nothing but never never go near her again indeed without this added bar between my faith to Miss W- would have been enough this punishment is come to qualify my happiness and I deserve it why had I anything to do with π- when another man’s wife she had been bane enough to me. Writing the above till 2 ¼ pm and from then to 5 40 wrote 3 pages and ends to M- and 2 pages to Miss W- - ‘Shibden Hall Sunday evening 13 April 1834. Your letter, my dearest Mary, of Monday made as deep an impression upon me as I am sure you must have thought it would. I have read it again and again, and quite believe that I shall not slip too soon, and too entirely from the remembrance of our whole regard I have held so long - why should I ? Our respective duties, those which you have incurred before me and without me, and those which I have incurred more recently but more advisedly, demand no new sacrifices on either part. Let each of us do all that remains in our power towards the happiness of each other and let the world only have it to say, that friendship must be true which bears so well the test of heaped-up years and changeful circumstances. Mary! Since the past can’t be recalled, let us both try to make the best we can of the future - we have had experience enough – it is our own fault if we do not profit by it – we make our own fortune, Predestinarianism is absurd. Are we responsible agents? (What Christian dares deny it?) Then we are free ones; afor God can’t be unjust. Let us not lose ourselves in subtleties and sophistries, there is one straight forward path of right and it is only in swerving from it, to this side or that, we become entangled. Cheer up Mary! The prospect is brighter than you think – we were both unhappy while we were both uncertain. Do you not remember telling me that the 3 most unhappy people you know, were those (you know to whom I allude) who had every earthly reason to be most otherwise? At least one of the 3, naturally contended and cheerful, could have given some reason for the extraordinary fact you mentioned. I saw, while yet it was afar off, the little curl upon the wave that betokened the coming storm. I warned you from the 1st, yet every eye saw better than your own. I have often told you, your blindness was unconceivable - the trouble came and the end of it could only be what it is - the little bark that held my hopes was wrecked. But sigh nor for me - the hand of Providence was by and I am safe – my only anxiety is for you. I have none for myself . Thank God! I know not that I have need of any - but I shall still watch over your happiness with more affectionate solicitude than you think – ‘the heart that has truly loved never forgets’ and you will always find me a friend, whose sincerity you may trust. Regret not the past. Be thankful, and be assured that heaven has ordered all things well. I hope you will find me a great and safe and lasting comfort. I am conscious of no feeling with which you on yours can find fault. I hope we shall all meet by and by and that the individual happiness of each will only add to the common stock. Mary! You may live to do a world of good to me and to us all. I will see you in the summer if I can, but I dare not count upon it for the state of my aunt’s health as well as other circumstances may put it out of my power. Announcement to M- respecting Miss W-

I can’t be quite so much under my own control, as formerly - my days of solitude are surely drawing to a close. I am going to York on Tuesday – at any rate we shall be at home on the latter day to a late dinner. My father, aunt and sister are so well satisfied that all Shibden disagreeableness are smoothed away as much as possible. Marian has really taken me by surprise I had certainly no right to calculate upon her being half so kindly accommodating. My father’s life seems more and more uncertain and my aunt’s state of extreme suffering can’t be supported forever. But she rallies extraordinary every now and then. I suppose your friends are not yet on the other side of water. Heaven prospers all you schemes of heart and happiness and mental improvement. I am glad Miss Cholmly is in your neighbourhood, it was very good of her to beg to be remembered to me. Do pray give my remembrance in return. I saw her to get advantage last summer and thought of her more than once afterwards. Her being an old friend of yours was nothing against her. I often thought, I should like to see Emma Strickland again - I did not see much of Mrs Milne in York, but thought her looking thin, and anxious. I suppose Hamlyn was off on Monday, and that Mrs Milne would return with Charlotte to Langton. But no more - my own mind is not perhaps less than yours astray from chit chat. God bless you my dearest Mary, you will find my regard affectionate and steady and especially yours. A. Lister.’

To Miss W- said grieved over having put off going till Tuesday - my first impulse was to go tomorrow, or, to do quite as I liked this evening, but after thinking about all the afternoon saw it would be better to keep to Tuesday now it had been fixed – she would understand all this on coming here or on seeing me. ‘But your account of yourself puzzles me. However not a word more just now’. Very impatient to see her - the time will seem an age – will see Dr Belcombe – he to be at Heworth Grange at one or 12 ½ - do not see what can prevent her returning with me ‘but we will be guided by Dr Belcombe. I can be patient, or wait, or do anything for your health’.......’I cannot tell what to think’.... ‘I shall not write much more. I am too impatient etc. I do not pretend to care nothing at all about you..... I should be off this evening if I did as I liked. Don’t go beyond the garden on Tuesday morning. Ever my dearest faithfully and affectionately yours. A. Lister’. Dinner at 6 – coffee in an hour – having Marian with me the whole time. From 7 5 to 7 ¾ wrote all but the first 4 lines of this page and sent off by Thomas my letter to ‘Miss Walker Heworth Grange York’ and my letter to ‘Mrs Lawton, Claremont House, Leamington, Warwickshire’. Musing over my letter till 8 ¾ then with my aunt till 10. Read papers – very fine day – F55° at 12 ¼ tonight

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wasalwaysagreatpickle · 3 years

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Sunday 13 April 1834

7 50/..

12 55/..

Fine morning Fahrenheit 49 1/2˚ at 8 50/.. at which hour breakfast – read yesterday’s paper till 11 1/4 then writing out journal – Read the short prayers to my aunt and Oddy at 11 55/.., and then sermon (or lecture) 3 volume 1 Mr Knight in 1/4 hour –

At my desk at 1 1/2 and finished writing out journal up to so far of today till 2 1/4 – Thomas brought letter from Miss Walker – 3 pages and 1st page crossed – Rather disappointed at my not going till Tuesday – if entirely on her account, will be ready by 2 p.m. or before tomorrow – wants me to set off 1/2 hour earlier than the time proposed to see Dr Belcombe

Her cousin not come. I have not felt quite comme il faut without either much liking or being able to explain to him how I very charitably want you to bear the burden of doing it for me –

Does not suppose she will be prevented returning with me but Dr Belcombe may wish to try change of medicine and if I am detained a day not to let them be anxious about us here – not to expect us later, at latest, than ten –

Poor girl I fear how it is and when she complained of enlargement this day week and uncomfortableness in walking it was that something coming in which I have unfortunately given her and which [Pi- Mariana] gave me in 18 hundred and twenty two and which she would only laugh to think I had given poor Miss Walker, as she did on my giving it to Isabella. Well this will indeed set me against [Pi – Mariana] I shall say nothing but never never go near her again indeed without this added bar between my faith to Miss Walker would have been enough this punishment is come to qualify my happiness and I deserve it why had I anything to do with [Pi – Mariana] when another mans wife she has been bane enough to me –

Writing the above till 2 1/4 p.m. and from then to 5 40/.. wrote 3 pages and ends to Mariana and 2 pages to Miss Walker, ‘Shibden Hall, Sunday evening 13 April 1834. ‘Your letter my dearest Mary, of Monday made as deep an impression upon me as I am sure you must have thought it would – I have read it again and again, and quite believe that I shall not slip too soon, and too entirely from the remembrance of one whose regard I have held so long – why should I? Our respective duties, those which you have incurred before me and without me, and those which I have incurred more recently but more advisedly, demand no new sacrifices on either part – Let each of us do all that remains in our power towards the happiness of each other, and let the world only have it to say, that friendship must be true which bears so well the test of heaped-up years, and changeful circumstance –

Mary! Since the past cannot be recalled, let us both try to make the best we can of the future – we have had experience enough – it is our own fault if we do not profit by it – we make our own fortune – Predestinarianism is absurd – Are we responsible agents? (what Christian dares deny it?) then we are free ones; for god cannot be unjust – Let us not lose ourselves in subtleties and sophistries – there is one straight forward path of right; and it is only in swerving from it, to this side or that, we become entangled – cheer up, Mary – The prospect is brighter than you think – we were both unhappy while we were both uncertain – Do you not remember telling me, the 3 most unhappy people you knew, were those (you know to whom I allude) who had every earthly reason to be most otherwise? at least one of the 3, naturally contented and cheerful, could have given some reason for the extraordinary fact you mentioned –

I saw, while yet it was afar off, the little curl upon the wave that betokened the coming storm – I warned you from the 1st, yet every eye saw better than your own – I have often told you, your blindness was inconceivable – the trouble came; and the end of it could only be what it is – the little [basket] that held my hopes, was wrecked – But sigh not for me – The hand of Providence was by; and I am safe – my only anxiety is for you – I have none for myself – Thank God! I know not that I have need of any – but I shall still watch over your happiness with more affectionate solicitude than you think – ‘the heart that has truly loved never forgets’; and you will always find me a friend whose sincerity you may trust –

Regret not the past – Be thankful, and be assured that heaven has ordered all things well – I hope you will find me a great, and safe, and lasting comfort – I am conscious of no feeling with which you or yours can find fault – I hope we shall all meet by and by, and that the individual happiness of each will only add to the common stock – Mary! you may live to do a world of good to me, and to us all – I will see you in the summer if I can; but I dare not count upon it; for the state of my aunt’s health, as well as other circumstances may put it out of my power – I cannot be quite so much under my own control as formerly – my days of solitude are surely drawing to a close – I am going to York Tuesday – at any rate, we shall be at home on the latter day to a late dinner – my father, and aunt, and sister, are so well satisfied, that all Shibden disagreeables are smoothed away as much as possible – Marian has really taken me by surprise – I had certainly no right to calculate upon her being half so kindly accommodating – my father’s life seems more and more uncertain; and my aunt’s state extreme suffering cannot be supported forever – But she rallies extraordinarily every now and then –

I suppose your friends are not yet on the other side of the water – Heaven prosper all your schemes of heart, and happiness, and mental improvement! I am glad Miss Cholmley is in your neighbourhood – It was very good of her to beg to be remembered to me – Do pray give my remembrance in return – I saw her to great advantage last summer, and thought of her more than once afterwards – Her being an old friend of yours, was nothing against her – I often thought, I should like to see Emma Strickland again – I did not see much of Mrs Milne in York, but thought her looking thin, and anxious – I suppose Hamlyn was off on Monday, and that Mrs Milne would return with Charlotte to Langton – But no more – my own mind is not perhaps less than theirs astray from chit chat –

God bless you, my dearest Mary! You will find my regard affectionate and steady, and will still, I trust, live to acknowledge that, both for your happiness and my own, I have done right – Ever very especially yours AL’

To Miss Walker said I grieved over having put off going till Tuesday – my 1st impulse was to go tomorrow, or, to do quite as I liked this evening, but after thinking about all the afternoon, saw it would be better to keep to Tuesday now it had been fixed – she would understand all this on coming here, or on seeing me – ‘But your account of yourself puzzles me – However, not a word more just now’ – very impatient to see her – the time will seem an age – will see Dr Belcombe – he to be at Heworth Grange at one – or 12 1/2 – do not see what can prevent her returning with me ‘but we will be guided by Dr Belcombe – I can be patient, or wait, or do anything for your health’……’I cannot tell what to think’ … ‘I shall not write much more – I am too impatient etc. etc. etc. I do not pretend to care nothing at all about you….I should be off this evening if I did as I liked – Don’t go beyond the garden on Tuesday morning – Ever my dearest faithfully and affectionately yours AL’

Dinner at 6 and coffee in an hour having Marian with me all the while – from 7 5/.. to 7 3/4 wrote all but the 1st 4 lines of this page and sent off by Thomas my letter to ‘Miss Walker, Heworth Grange, York’ and my letter to ‘Mrs Lawton, Claremont House, Leamington, Warwickshire’

Musing over my letter till 8 3/4 – then with my aunt till 10 – read the paper, very fine day – Fahrenheit 55˚ at 12 1/4 tonight –

#anne lister #ann walker #mariana lawton #1834

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kwanisms · 5 years

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English is My Favorite Subject - 2

⤑ genre: smut, college au, enemies to lovers ⤑ pairing: Chan x Reader ⤑ warning: *ahem* smut, S I N, soft dom!Chan, rough sex, phone sex, sexting, slight degradation, mention of alcohol, foul language ⤑ summary: After taking the English tutoring position at your university, hell comes to you in the form of Lee Chan. He needs help passing his exams and tutoring is his only option. As your time with him passes, you come to realize he’s not the cocky and arrogant asshole you previously assumed. He’s even worse than you thought when he finds out he isn’t the only student you’re tutoring. ⤑ word count: 11.6k

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A/N: This isn’t nearly as long as the previous part, but it’s still long on its own. I didn’t expect the feedback on this series. You guys really seem to love it so I’m glad I can deliver with three long parts.I also just hit 1.5k as well!! Thank you guys so much for all the love and support you guys have shown me. When I started this blog, I really wasn’t expecting much but it took off and you guys are so supportive and wonderful! I hope you guys like this part and let me know what you think! ~K♡

Monday morning, you ran into Soonyoung near the coffee bar, Chan in tow. Soonyoung greeted you warmly with a kiss on the cheek while Chan didn’t bother acknowledging you. What the hell was his problem? “You look much better than you did Saturday,” Soonyoung said, smiling at you and you nodded in response. “Much better, yeah,” you replied as his hand found yours and he laced his fingers with yours.

“I got really worried when you left early that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. If you made it home safely, if you were feeling alright. I couldn’t even sleep that night i was so worried about you,” Soonyoung said, your cheeks flushing at his words. “You didn’t have to worry about me!” you said softly. Chan’s attention was caught and he looked at his friend curiously.

“What? You didn’t stay?” he asked looking at you. Soonyoung nodded. “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well so she went home early,” he said looking at Chan before turning to you. “I felt so bad because I was having a good time with you,” he added. You smiled, looking down at your intertwined hands. How was he so sweet? Chan cleared his throat and you looked up. “We should probably get going. Class,” he said.

Soonyoung nodded before turning to you and pressing a short kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. Chan narrowed his eyes but looked away quickly before Soonyoung could see. “I’ll see you later,” Soonyoung said, giving you a warm smile and a wink. You nodded, not trusting your voice to say anything. You watched as Soonyoung and Chan left but not before Chan glanced over his shoulder at you. His face was expressionless but his eyes were something more. Something you couldn’t quite pin.

After grabbing your usual coffee and muffin, you made your way toward your first lecture. You were 45 minutes in when your phone buzzed and you discretely checked it. It was a text from Chan.

[2018/10/14] L.Chan [09:47]: why did you leave the party early? You [09:47]: i wasn’t feeling well. I got nauseous and so Soonyoung took me to Jeongguk so he could take me home. L.Chan [09:48]: … so you and Soonyoung didn’t hook up? You [09:48]: not that it’s any of your business, but no. we were going to but I didn’t feel good. You [09:48]: why does it matter? L.Chan [09:49]: … it doesn’t. I was just confused, that’s all. See you Wednesday.

To say you were now confused would be an understatement. Why was he so interested in whether you and Soonyoung had sex? He had gotten his dick wet from Mina, or whatever her name was. Why was he so invested in what you were doing or who you were hooking up with? You shook your head, returning your attention to your professor, but determined to find out Wednesday what Chan’s deal was.

You texted Chan to meet at your building as the student center hadn’t remedied the problem. You found out that a pipe had burst, spraying water and other nasty things all over the room you had been using to tutor in. So you would now have to tutor in your building, but seeing as the common room was overcrowded with students, you decided to, unfortunately, have the sessions in your room.

Chan sent you a text telling you he had arrived so you went downstairs to let him in. He followed you to the elevator, looking around as he went. The ride up to your floor was silent and once the doors opened, you were met with loud yelling and boisterous laughing. Chan followed you past the common room where the entire floor was having a movie night.

Pillows, blankets, and beanbag chairs were strewn all over. Nearly everyone was in their pajamas and taking up almost every flat surface as the RA made his way over to the entertainment system, a DVD in hand. He was yelling at everyone to shut up because he was gonna start the movie now. You rolled your eyes and told Chan to follow you. At the end of the hall, far from the common room, was your room.

You opened the door, allowing Chan in before shutting the door behind you. Chan stood in the center of your room, looking around at all your decor. “This is…” he started and you panicked, wondering what he was going to say about the most intimate part of your life. “Cozy,” he finally said and you relaxed a bit before moving to sit on your bed. Chan dropped his bag on the floor and took a seat at the end of your bed. “Let’s get started,” you said picking up the workbook you had lying on your bed.

The first hour passed without incident but unfortunately, as he missed the last lesson, you had to make up for that. This was going to be almost a four hour long session. Chan didn’t complain, surprisingly, as you made him go over the same points again and again until you took the book from him and made him do it from memory. He passed and you handed the book back to him.

After the second hour, you told him to take a 5 minute break while you got into your storage cubby and pulled out two cups of instant noodles. A gift from your parents had been a hotplate so you could boil water in your room. You filled the kettle with some water and turned on the hotplate.

While you were waiting for the water to boil, Chan excused himself to use the restroom. He shut the door behind him and turned to face the sink. What the hell is your problem? He asked himself. Why are you so nervous? You’ve been alone with her plenty of times! He stared at his reflection before another voice in his head spoke. You’ve never been alone in her room before.

Chan shook his head and moved to do his business. After relieving himself, he washed his hands before something caught his attention. The door he somehow hadn’t noticed before. He stepped toward it cautiously and pushed it open slowly. Light from the bathroom filtered into your closet and before he could think twice, he turned on the light and stepped inside.

You had a lot of black and grey clothes, he noticed. Lots of joggers and sweats. One entire side of the walk in closet was hoodies, sweats, joggers, and tee shirts. The other side was full of dresses, pastel sweaters, skirts, blouses, and jeans. Against the wall opposite the door was a chest of drawers and without thinking again, he walked over and opened the top drawer, regretting it immediately.

The drawer was split in half by a divider. One one side were all your bras. Some very plain in nudes, whites, and blacks, but the rest were lacy designs in blacks, reds, pinks, and purples. Some looked to be awfully low cut. On the other side of the drawer were all your panties, folded neatly so they all stood up like little files. They too were sorted by very plain basic ones to the lacy ones in the same colors as your bras. Matching sets? Chan didn’t know how to process this information so he shut the drawer.

Had he been smart, he would have turned around and walked out, but he figured since he was already here, might as well continue. He opened the second drawer down and found what looked to be old shirts and shorts. Pajamas, he told himself before shutting that one and opening the next drawer.

Lots of athletic brands met his eye and he knew instantly this was your workout clothing. The bottom drawer had been divided into many sections and contained all of your socks. He had never seen so many socks before. They were all sorted by color. Lots of whites, grays, and blacks, but also plenty of pastels. Lots of soft colors.

He kicked the drawer shut with his foot and exited, pulling the door closed to the position he found it but not before turning the light off. He unlocked the door, and stepped out into your room. You had made ramen and were already eating yours. You pointed to the other cup on the desk with a pair of chopsticks next to it and a bottle of water. Chan thanked you and grabbed the snack you had prepared for him.

The two of you ate in silence before he spoke up. “So… Soonyoung,” he said looking up cautiously at you as you slurped your noodles. “You must really like him?” he asked and you stopped to finish your food. “I do,” you admitted. Chan said nothing, thinking his next words carefully as to not make you mad. He heard your phone buzz and you picked it up to look at it.

A smile crossed your face as you read the text you had just gotten.

[2019/10/16] Soonyoung [19:03]: hey gorgeous, how about we go out tomorrow night? I still owe you that date and I’d like to cash in that raincheck you gave me (: You [19:04]: you got it, handsome. When and where? Soonyoung [19:05]: i’ll pick you up say… 7:30 tomorrow? I know a really good place not far from campus You [19:05]: it’s a date (: Soonyoung [19:05]: perfect 😍

Chan noticed the smile on your face and his heart sank. He knew who that was. He cleared his throat and caught your attention. “Is that Jeon?” he asked nonchalantly and you shook your head. “No, it’s Soonyoung,” you replied and his heart sank even further. Tell her the truth! He lowered the cup of noodles watching as your fingers tapped across your screen. He opened his mouth, hesitating. I can’t tell her.

He resumed eating as you set your phone down, a huge grin still plastered on your face. Instead of responding the way he wanted to, he scoffed and you looked up from your noodles. “What?” you asked and Chan looked up, suddenly aware that he had not been silent. “Nothing. It’s just…” he trailed off.

You waited, watching him with raised brows. “It’s just what?” you asked and Chan looked up, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s just Soonyoung isn’t as great as you think he is,” he said shrugging. “It’s cute that you think so highly of him, but there’s a reason he’s still single,” Chan said before taking another bite of noodles. You rolled your eyes. “Maybe he’s single because he chooses to be?” you suggested.

Chan shook his head. “Or maybe because he’s a terrible boyfriend?” he retorted and you narrowed your eyes at him. “I’ll learn for myself, thanks,” you said before downing the rest of the broth in your cup. Chan chuckled lowly. He didn’t mean for it to sound so cynical. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way. He didn’t want you to snap at him. “What is so damn funny?” you hissed.

“Your crush. It’s so admirable that you have so much faith in someone you don’t even know. I’m Soonyoung’s best friend. I think I know him better than you do. But by all means, keep pursuing him. You’re only going to end up getting hurt,” he said and you stood up. You swooped down and picked up his bag before shoving it into his arms. Chan looked up at you. Shit.

He could tell his words had affected you. Damn it, he did it again. He had said too much and hurt you again. “Get out,” you said in a calm, even tone. Chan hesitated. Were you really kicking him out? When you didn’t relent he sighed and stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading for the door.

“I’ll see you Sunday at the library where your lessons will be from now on,” you said as he stepped out into the hall. “(Y/N),” Chan began turning towards you but you didn’t let him get another word out before you slammed the door in his face and left him standing in the hall alone. When am I going to learn to keep my mouth shut? Chan thought as he headed for the elevator to see himself out.

The next day after your classes, you headed back to your room to shower and start getting ready for your date with Soonyoung that evening. Chan on the other hand was relaxing in his common room, dreading when Soonyoung would ask for his opinion on what he was wearing when he heard Seokmin, Jihoon, and Soonyoung talking as they came back from a late lecture.

“I still can’t believe you got her to agree to go on a date with you. I thought she was smarter than that, seeing as your reputation is all over the school,” Seokmin said from around the corner. Chan shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep on the couch he had been lazing on. “It’s her crush. She likes you too much that she can’t see or even listen to anyone talking sense into her,” Jihoon’s voice said. He sounded disappointed but Chan couldn’t tell if that was disappointment with Soonyoung or you.

“You’re taking her to that cafe, right? The little one you took what’s her name to?” Seokmin asked, their voices drawing closer. “Yeah. Dinner first and then maybe if I order some wine, it might loosen her up a bit. If I can get her to open up some, I should be able to bring her back to my room,” Chan heard Soonyoung say and he wrinkled his nose. He didn’t want his hands on or anywhere near you.

“I’m really hoping she says yes. I really wanted to fuck her at the party but I decided that letting her leave would paint me as a good guy and maybe the next time around, she’d be more willing to open her legs,” Soonyoung’s voice said as they rounded the corner. They didn’t seem to notice Chan on the couch, pretending to be asleep as they continued walking down the hall before going into their respective rooms. Chan’s eyes snapped open and he fumbled to pull his phone out. He had to stop you.

Your phone buzzed on the desk and you ran to check it, expecting a text from Soonyoung but instead you were greeted by a text from Chan.

[2019/10/17] L.Chan [19:24]: I’ve never asked you for anything, have I? You [19:24]: ...not really, no? You [19:24]: why? L.Chan [19:25]: please, do not go out with Soonyoung. You [19:25]: why are you so insistent on telling me what to do? L.Chan [19:26]: please! I’m telling you, no I’m begging you, don’t go out with him. L.Chan [19:26]: I overheard him just now talking to Jihoon and Seokmin about trying to get in you in bed L.Chan [19:26]: that’s literally all he wants! You [19:27]: Jesus Christ, Chan!! Knock it off already! You [19:27]: I like Soonyoung. I get that you don’t like me and that he’s your best friend but the world doesn’t revolve around you, Lee Chan so stay out of my business!!

Chan stared at the words ‘you don't like me’ in your text. That couldn't be further from the truth. He did like you. At least he thought he did. He cared enough about you to stop you from getting hurt, that had to mean something, right? He typed quickly across the keyboard on his screen to reply.

L.Chan [19:28]: (Y/N)!! Please!! Listen to me! I’m trying to save you the trouble! L.Chan [19:28]: Soonyoung just wants to get in your pants! Don’t let him. L.Chan [19:29]: He’s just going to drop you after he sleeps with you! He’s done it plenty of girls before! I know he looks nice and sounds nice but he’s really not a nice guy! Trust me, I’m his best friend!

You scoffed and turned off the notifications to his messages. I’m not gonna let him ruin my night. You returned to your closet, opting for a cute black dress that hit just above your knees. You pulled on your cardigan, hoping it would be enough for the night. Your makeup and hair done, you headed back to grab your phone and your small wristlet wallet. Soonyoung had texted you.

Soonyoung [19:30]: I’m outside (: You [19:30]: I’m on my way down!

Soonyoung had already left and no doubt already picked you up by now. Chan sat in his room playing video games on his desktop. He couldn’t focus on the raid he was currently on with his friends. He kept checking the clock and his phone. He hoped you would come to your senses and see that Soonyoung was only trying to get in your pants. He wanted you to be better than that. He needed you to be better than that.

An hour passed and he kept checking his phone, expecting a call or text from you any second though he didn’t know why. If something went wrong, she would call Jeon, Kim or Park long before she would call me. He shook his head, trying to get any images of Soonyoung taking advantage of you out of his head.

It wasn’t his business, like you said earlier. It didn’t concern him If that was true, why couldn’t he stop worrying about you? Why couldn’t he focus on anything else? He groaned, telling his friends he had to go. His head just wasn’t in the game. He was just bringing the team down.

Another 30 minutes passed while he waited, listening for his phone to vibrate and when it finally did, he jumped forward in his seat, snatching the device off the surface of his desk. He opened it and was greeted by a text from you.

(Y/N) [21:03]: S.O.S

Chan jumped to his feet, grabbing his jacket and car keys before he slipped on his shoes and rushed out down the hall, passing Jihoon and Seokmin who sat in the common room playing Xbox. He pressed the little green button next to your name and held his phone to his ear as he pressed the button for the elevator. You answered after 4 rings with a very shaky “h-hello?” Chan was relieved you answered him.

“Where are you?” he asked as the doors to the lift open and he got on, pressing the button for the lobby. The elevator started to move before you answered. “I’m at t-the restaurant. I-I think Soonyoung l-left,” you said in between hiccups. Oh no, he thought. Were you crying? What the hell happened? If Soonyoung did anything, Chan was going to kick his ass.

“Calm down (Y/N), I’m on my way. What restaurant are you at?” he asked as the doors opened to the lobby and he hurried outside, not bothering to put his jacket on. “The-” you said but stopped. Chan’s heart skipped a beat, thinking something had happened to you. “(Y/N)?! Are you there?” he asked and you took a shaky breath. “The same one you took me too,” you said in a small voice. Chan closed his eyes and sighed. That asshole.

Outside it had started raining. He hurried down the steps to the parking lot and ran to his car. “Don’t leave. Are you inside still?” he asked as he ran. “I’m in the bathroom,” you said and Chan thanked whatever deity was watching overhead. “Stay there. I’ll be there soon!” he said and you thanked him as your voice cracked before hanging up.

Once inside, he flung his jacket into the passenger seat and started the car. He took the familiar route to the cafe, pulling into a space he looked around and didn’t see Soonyoung’s car. He cut the engine and hurried inside, grabbing his jacket last minute. Once inside he pulled out his phone and dialed your number again.

You answered it. “C-Chan?” you whispered. “I’m here, (Y/N). Soonyoung isn’t here. Come out and I’ll take you home,” he said and you hung up. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked up in time to see you emerge from the bathroom. You made your way over to him.

You had definitely been crying. Your dress was also wet, meaning you had been outside recently. Chan took his jacket and put it around your shoulders. “Come on,” he said softly and led you outside where he did his best to shield you from the rain.

He led you to the car, opening the passenger for you and letting you into the car. Shutting the door before he ran around to the driver’s side, Chan got in and started the ignition, the engine purring. He pulled out of his parking space and made his way back toward your dorm.

He didn’t pry, but he threw glances at you, noticing the way tears slid down your cheeks and he felt his a tug at his heart in his chest, as if your pain squeezed it. Without thinking, he reached over and took your hand in his, lacing your fingers. You didn’t recoil from his touch or ask what he was doing. Instead you embraced it, seemingly finding comfort in his gesture.

The ride back was silent except for the patter of rain on the roof of the car. At a stoplight, Chan looked over. In that moment, you were quite possibly the most breathtakingly beautiful girl, bathed in the bright red from the light in front of you. Your tears had seemed to stop flowing at this point but on occasion, your shoulders lifted as you sniffled. Chan wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were stunning.

It wasn’t until Chan pulled into your building’s parking lot and cut the engine that you spoke.

“You were right,” your small voice said, cutting the silence like a hot knife. Chan looked over at you. You were staring out the windshield. He didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he rubbed your knuckles soothingly with the pad of his thumb while you searched for the words to say. How he wished he hadn't been right. He would have given anything to be wrong, to save you from this.

“Aren’t you going to say something smug?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Chan shook his head. “No,” he said hoarsely before clearing his throat. “I’m not. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I knew it would happen, which is why I tried to stop you from going,” he said, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips.

He looked around the car before continuing, “but I’m not that much of an asshole, despite what you think of me.” You turned to face him, your eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“I wish I listened to you,” you said and Chan shook his head. “You should have, I won’t sugar coat that, but at least things stopped before it went too far,” he said and you nodded. “I’m not going to ask what happened,” Chan said, looking down at your hands intertwined. “But if you want to tell me when you’re ready, I’ll listen,” he added and a small smile graced your lips. Finally.

“Thank you,” you whispered and Chan nodded, giving you a small encouraging smile. “Let’s get you back,” he said nodding toward your building. He got out, jogging around to your side to help you out and shield you again from the rain as he led you up the steps to the door.

You punched in the code and Chan followed you up to your door. When he was satisfied you had made it back safely, Chan turned to leave but your hand around his wrist stopped him in his tracks. He turned toward you. You looked up at him and in a shaky voice asked him, “w-will you stay with me?” If seeing you crying in the car earlier hadn’t broken his heart, the quiver in your voice and the look you gave him now completely shattered him. He turned and nodded.

You unlocked the door and let him in after you before shutting it and locking it. You excused yourself to your bathroom to change. Chan sat in the chair at your desk and waited. He pulled out his phone to check if he had any missed texts and saw that Jihoon had messaged him. It was a brief messaged asking where he was and telling him Soonyoung was mad. Chan shot a text back that he was hanging out with a friend, telling Jihoon he would be back in the morning.

In your bathroom, you removed your makeup with a wipe before washing your face and looking in the mirror. Before stripping your makeup, you had looked like hell. You turned away from the mirror and walked into your closet to change into your favorite shorts and hoodie. You hung your dress over the shower rod and stepped out into the room where Chan was waiting.

He perked up as you walked past, tucking his phone away as you sat on your bed. “I think I just want to sleep,” you said and he nodded. “Okay, lay down. I’ll be right here,” said and you nodded, laying back on the bed and pulling the covers over you. Chan pulled his phone out and sent a text back to Jihoon.

Woozi [21:54]: Is (Y/N) okay? Soonyoung is in his room, so he won’t read this over my shoulder. Chan [21:54]: she cried a lot after I picked her up. She hasn’t said anything but I’m staying with her. She asked me to stay Woozi [21:55]: she likes you Chan. Chan [21:55]: idk if that’s true Woozi [21:55]: come on. Why else would she ask you to stay the night with her? She could have easily asked Jeongguk or Taehyung or Jimin. Why ask you when she has three best friends?

Chan stared at his phone, uncertain how to respond. Jihoon was right. You could have called any one of your best friends. Why him? His thoughts were interrupted by your voice calling to him through the darkness. He put his phone down on the desk and looked up at your form under the blankets. “Yes?” he asked softly and you stirred, presumably to roll over and look at him.

“I don’t know how to ask this,” you whispered in the dark. “But will you lay with me?” you asked and Chan’s heart hammered against his ribcage, his breath sputtering and nearly causing him to choke. He took a calming breath and stood up, leaving his phone behind. He stopped by the edge of the bed and looked down at you wrapped in the blankets. “Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to overstep the boundaries.

When you nodded he kicked his shoes off and removed his sweater, leaving him in a tee shirt before he climbed into the bed next to you as you scooted over, leaving him ample room. He laid down beside you and immediately, you rolled into him, pressing your body into his, feeling the warmth from his body transferring to yours and blanketing you.

Chan’s body tensed when you pressed against him and after a couple moments, he relaxed, his hand resting on your waist. He didn’t realize how tired he was and must have passed out soon after because he woke up to a partially lit room as the sun slowly made its ascent in the sky. He looked down at you, his arms wrapped around your blanketed burrito form, face barely peeking out at him as you slept.

He had never seen something so cute in his life. Chan lay there, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders as you slept peacefully. He brushed a lock of hair out of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. He smiled against your skin before he heard the blaring of your alarm going off. He reached over to press the snooze button quickly and looked at the numbers that told him that it was 6:15 in the morning. He rolled back over, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against his chest.

A small murmur left your lips as you woke up and Chan cursed the alarm for rousing you. He watched as you woke up slowly, eyelashes fluttering before your eyes opened and you looked up at him sleepily. “Good morning,” he said in a deep voice and you broke into a sleepy smile that made his heart melt. Damn, I'm screwed.

“Morning,” you said with a content sigh. Chan tightened his hold on you, pulling you against his chest again and burying his face in your hair. “What are you doing?” you laughed, muffled by his chest. “Just let me stay like this a little longer,” he replied. You said nothing, instead allowing him to hold you against him, relishing the warmth his body provided, despite being wrapped in a blanket.

The longer you stay wrapped up in linens and his arms, the later you would be to your first class so you cleared your throat before asking him, “you, uh, gonna let me go to class anytime soon?” and he chuckled, the deep sound coming from somewhere in his chest. “No,” he bemused and you wiggled around so you could look up at his face. He smiled at you sending your heart into a panic as you tried to control your breathing. Chan hadn’t been this close to you since he tried to kiss you.

That time you hadn’t wanted it. This time however, you found yourself more and more enamored by his lips. Before you could process what you were about to do, your lips brushed against his and as if waiting for this the whole time, Chan pulled you in, deepening the kiss as his lips moved against yours. Why hadn’t I done this sooner? You wondered. His lips were softer than you had imagined.

After a few moments, Chan pulled back and flashed you a stupid grin. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted softly and your cheeks flushed at his words. You knew that. You knew he wanted to kiss you. Hell, he tried to before. What you didn’t tell him was that you wanted to kiss him all night. A thank you for coming to get you and perhaps something more.

You pressed your lips to his once more, a quick peck before you started moving. “As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day and kiss you,” you started as you sat up. “We have classes in an hour,” you finished trying to climb over him. Chan grabbed your waist, holding you in place over him so you were straddling his hips. “Screw class, stay here with me. Who cares if we stay in bed all day?” he asked and you leaned over him, your lips inches from his. “Because,” you whispered teasing him with another kiss. “You’re failing English,” you whispered against his lips.

Chan groaned as you grabbed his hands and removed them, allowing you to get up. “Come on,” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position. He laughed before jerking you towards him and wrapping his arms around you. “Come here,” he said kissing your cheek and then your neck. You giggled at the sensation, the night before but a distant memory to you now.

You wriggled out of his grasp and headed for the bathroom. “You need to go back to your room and get ready for class,” you reminded him before closing yourself in the bathroom. “I don’t want to!” he said sliding off the bed and grabbing his phone to check it. He had thirteen texts and 5 missed calls. All from Jihoon. He opened his messages quickly and read, his eyes scanning the screen.

Woozi [22:47]: Soonyoung keeps asking who you’re with. What should I tell him? Woozi [22:59]: please tell me you aren’t asleep Woozi [23:14]: shit. You have to be asleep. You wouldn’t purposely avoid my messages. Woozi [23:26]: Soonyoung is MAD. Woozi [23:32]: did you tell him you were with (Y/N)?? He seems to think you’re with her Woozi [23:41]: yeah. He knows. Idk how but he knows. Woozi [23:47]: god please see these messages Woozi [23:49]: he’s trying to call (Y/N). tell her to block his number. Woozi [23:51]: he left a really nasty voicemail. Woozi [23:54]: and he called back to apologize to her voicemail box. Woozi [00:01]: you better just be asleep and not fucking (Y/N) or i stg i’m gonna kick ur ass Woozi [00:23]: Soonyoung finally passed out but we’re scarred for life now Woozi [00:41]: if you care about (Y/N) protect her from him.

Chan was about to respond when he heard shouting from the bathroom. It sounded like it was coming from your phone. You cut the sound quickly. “(Y/N)?” Chan called and you opened the bathroom door, dressed in sweats and your hoodie. “Soonyoung called me last night…” you said softly. Chan nodded. “Jihoon warned me. Said he left you a voicemail,” he said and you nodded. “He called me some choice words and then left a follow up voicemail, apologizing.” Chan took your hand in his as you approached.

“Ignore him. He’s not worth it. He’s just mad. He’ll get over it and move on in a week or so. That’s how he works. Just ignore him now,” Chan said moving his hands to take your face gently between them and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. You nodded and sighed. “You should get going,” you said softly and he shook his head. “Nope. I live here now,” he joked and you prodded his shoulder.

“My RA would have a heart attack,” you laughed. Chan joining in before he groaned and let go of your face to put his shoes on and grab his sweater. “I’ll see you later,” he said taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressed a couple kisses to your knuckles before he unlocked the door and stepped out into the hall. You waved to him before he disappeared down the hall.

Chan made his way down to the lobby before heading out to his car. He was elated. He’d never felt like this before. He’d been with girls before, sure, but none had made him this happy just with a few kisses. He was really screwed. He got into his car, throwing his sweater into the passenger seat and started the car, pulling out of the space and heading back toward his dorm.

Back in your room, you were staring out the window, fingers brushing your lips. The same lips that had been kissing Chan just moments earlier. Your heart thumped as you remembered the feeling of his lips against yours and your cheeks turned pink. He wasn’t even in the room but he still had an effect on you. Mustering up your self control, you took a few calming breaths before grabbing your bag and heading out for class.

As usual, you stopped by the student center, intent on ordering your usual coffee and muffin from Namjoon. When he saw the smile on your face he immediately leaned over the counter. “Spill,” he said and you looked at him confused. “What?” you asked and he shot you a sly grin. “I’ve never seen you this happy before. Clearly something has happened, so, spill!” he said and you shook your head. “I don’t want to jinx it!” you said.

Namjoon groaned before asking if you wanted your usual. You shook your head and his jaw dropped. “What is this? Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?” he asked and you chuckled, ordering a blended caramel frappuccino and a lemon poppy seed muffin. “I felt like changing it up,” you said with a shrug as he punched in your order and gave you his discount again. You paid the amount and waited at the pickup counter.

You felt the presence of someone close to you and looked up. Jeongguk wrapped an arm around your shoulder and smiled at you. “What’s up with that stupid grin?” he asked and you scoffed, shaking his arm off. “Rude,” you said as Taehyung and Jimin slid up next to him. “Hey guys!” Namjoon said as he completed your coffee, giving you a swirl of caramel over the whipped topping and put your muffin in a bag. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk exchanged looks with Namjoon who shrugged.

“What is going on?” Taehyung asked and you looked up innocently. “What?” you asked. Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Something happened but she won’t tell me!” he said before turning to help the next customer. Jeongguk grabbed you by the arm and dragged you away from the counter, Jimin and Taehyung in tow.

“Tell me,” he said and you shook your head. “Not until I know things aren’t going to blow up in my face. Just trust me on this, okay?” you asked and Jeongguk groaned exaggeratedly. “Fine,” he said, pointing at you. “But if something goes wrong, I am the first to hear about it, got it?” he asked and you nodded. “Yes, sir,” you stated and he smiled. “Ooh, I like when you call me sir,” he chortled. “Makes me all tingly.”

You pushed past them and headed for your class before calling out “you’re GROSS!”

You were halfway through your class when Chan texted you.

L.Chan [08:41]: you want to skip next class and go makeout in my car? You scoffed and glanced around before sending a text back. You [08:41]: what are we? 16? L.Chan [08:42]: no. you still wanna? 😜 You [08:42]: no lol you can’t afford to skip class L.Chan [08:42]: ): L.Chan [08:43]: but i wanna kiss u

You had to stifle your laughter as you read his texts.

You [08:43]: how about later tonight? You [08:43]: we can order takeout, drink some wine, maybe watch a movie in my room? L.Chan [0844]: okay! (: I’ll make sure to keep my lips moistened for you 😙 You [08:44]: ew. Not if you’re gonna use that word 🤢 L.Chan [08:45]: ): okay. I won’t use that word. You [08:45]: good 😊 L.Chan [08:46]: ...I’ll make something else moist though 👀 You [08:46]: OKAY GOODBYE L.Chan [08:47]: 😉 L.Chan [08:47]: you know, you could always shut me up L.Chan [08:48]: ...by sitting on my face? 👅 You [08:48]: I take it back. Don’t come over tonight L.Chan [08:49]: ):

You giggled to yourself and tucked your phone away to focus on your lesson. You could hardly focus with the vibrating against your stomach in your hoodie pocket. You did your best to ignore it until class ended. Once you were free, you pulled your phone out as your classmates packed up and started leaving the room. Chan wouldn’t stop.

L.Chan [08:52]: come on bby ): L.Chan [08:56]: don’t ignore me!! L.Chan [09:03]: ur so mean ): L.Chan [09:15]: jesus how long is your class? L.Chan [09:17]: i miss u~

He got sappy so fast, you thought as you texted him.

You [09:20]: class just ended lol

Chan was quick to text back as you packed up.

L.Chan [09:20]: I’m free too (: L.Chan [09:21]: meet me outside the humanities building~

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless, when you headed out the door, you made your way over to the humanities building, entering the courtyard outside the building. The courtyard was a decent size, a large fountain in the center, the sidewalk circling it before pathways branched off in different directions.

For benches were placed around the path, facing the fountain. You looked around as you entered the courtyard, noticing that it was rather busy with students bustling around meeting friends and hurrying to their next classes before quickly locating Chan.

He sat on one of the bench, arms resting on the back as he looked the opposite direction. His dark chocolate colored hair blowing gently in the cool breeze. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with blue thin stripes, another pair of black skinny jeans and white Converse. That boy sure loves his tight pants, you thought, though you weren’t complaining.

He must have sensed your presence because he looked your way, a huge smile pulling the corners of his lips up. You returned the smile before moving to sit next to him and were surprised he didn’t shy away, instead opting to drape his arm over your shoulders and you felt your cheeks turn light pink at the contact.

Several people looked over, some murmuring to their friends while giving you a side glance. Your heart thudded in your chest and your cheeks turned pink as you felt a few pairs of eyes on you. God, why was everyone watching?

“Chan,” you murmured as he leaned in, his lips tickling your cheek. “People are watching,” you said and he took your chin in his hand, turning your head to look at him. “I don’t care who’s watching,” he said softly before kissing you. Your cheeks burned but you accepted his kiss without hesitation. When you parted, you felt as though all eyes were on you but in reality, no one was really watching. They passed by without a second glance. Chan smiled pulling you closer before looking up and his smile dropped.

You followed his line of sight where you saw Jihoon, Seungcheol, and -- “Soonyoung,” you whispered as he stared at you from across the courtyard. He was mad alright. If looks could kill. You looked away and felt Chan’s grip on your tighten protectively as he looked across the court at his best friend. He fucked up. Soonyoung was at fault, not Chan. It’s not like Soonyoung liked you like that. He made it plainly clear he was only interested in fucking you and Chan wanted more than that.

Soonyoung backed off, looking away from Chan’s glared and he turned and walked away, leaving Seungcheol and Jihoon behind. Jihoon looked from Soonyoung’s retreating back to Chan and gave a short nod of understanding, one that Chan returned. Jihoon and Seungcheol left the courtyard after Soonyoung. Chan sighed and looked at you as you looked down at the sidewalk. “He’s gone,” he whispered, leaning into you. You looked up and glanced around, visibly relaxing.

The two of you sat there for a few more minutes before you looked down at your watch and nearly jumped. “We’re gonna be late for class!” you said and Chan laughed as you got to your feet, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. “Come on!” you urged and he got up, following you as you led him away from the courtyard.

You stopped when he pulled you back into him. “My class is this way,” he said nodding in a different direction. “Oh,” you remembered and he leaning in, kissing you quickly. “I’ll see you later tonight. I’ll bring the food,” he said and you brightened up. “Okay!” you leaned in, kissing him again before hurrying away to get to your class on time. Chan smiled as he watched you retreat, thinking how lucky he was.

Upon entering his class he took his usual seat and waited for the professor to begin the lesson. He heard the thump of someone sitting down heavily beside him and looked up to see Soonyoung had taken the seat beside him. He did his best to avoid the look Soonyoung was giving him before finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He rounded on his best friend. “What?” he demanded.

Soonyoung tilted his head. “How is (Y/N) doing? You guys looked pretty cozy earlier.” Chan scoffed and looked away. “She’s just fine, no thanks to you,” Chan said and Soonyoung nodded looking down at the table. “I don’t know what she told you, Chan --” he began but Chan cut him off. “Nothing. She didn’t tell me anything. I told her to tell me when she was ready,” Chan interjected. Soonyoung looked taken aback. “She really said nothing?” he asked and Chan nodded, his eyes landing on the teacher as he entered the room.

“Well, if you see her later, tell her I’m sorry if I made her feel uncomfortable. That wasn’t my intention,” Soonyoung said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the professor began the lesson. Chan didn’t know what he did to upset you, but he didn’t think it was important relaying the message from Soonyoung. He did his best to focus on the lesson but all he could think about was, what had Soonyoung done?

You hadn’t expected to talk to Soonyoung again, let alone see him waiting outside of your dorm when you returned after your lessons later that night. Yet there he was, sitting on the steps leading up to your building. You tensed up when he noticed you and froze when he stood up. He walked down the remainder of the steps and stopped a few paces away, hands in his pockets. “Hey,” he said.

You eyed him suspiciously before responding. “...hi?” you uttered. You were being cautious, and rightfully so after last night. Soonyoung hesitated before he went on. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t want to hurt you. I must have misread the signals you were giving mean but I promise, I did not mean to hurt you.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“I see,” you stated, unsure how to respond. Soonyoung took a step forward and you backed away. “Can we talk?” he asked and you nodded. “Just,... don’t move too quickly,” you answered and he nodded.

Chan left his dorm after finishing his assignments for his classes Monday. He made his way to his car, getting in and heading to pick up the food he ordered. He drove, listening to music on his phone, drumming on the steering wheel as he made his way to the his favorite Chinese place. He had sent you the menu earlier in class and asked you to pick what you wanted.

Pulling to a stop at the light, he called out, “hey Siri.” His phone screen lit up as the Siri screen came on with the familiar “What can I help you with?” Chan smiled as he opened his mouth to tell Siri, “call (Y/N).” The screen lit up with color voice wave before the screen changed. “Calling (Y/N).” The phone started ringing.

The light changed and Chan continued down the road, making his way toward the restaurant. Your phone continued to ring before it went to voicemail. Chan thought that was odd but left a message all the same.

“Hey, I'm on my way to the restaurant to pick up our food, I wanted to know if you needed any extra sauce but I'll get some just in case. I'm also gonna stop by the liquor store and grab something but I don't know what you want. Send me a text. I'll see you soon,” he said before hanging up.

He pulled into the parking lot as the clouds moved in. Ugh, more rain? He wondered as he got out of the car and dashed for the door. Once inside he paid for the food, adding extra sauce and grabbing napkins and utensils. He also bought two sodas before heading back out to his car to find you had answered him in a text.

You [19:43]: I like wine and ciders but I'll drink whatever you buy (:

He smiled and shot back a response.

L.Chan [19:49]: Idk what wine goes with Chinese lol You [19:50]: malbec. Get a malbec L.Chan [19:51]: …how the hell do you know that?? 😂 You [19:51]: I have my ways 😊 L.Chan [19:52]:

L.Chan [19:52]: wizard You [19:53]: 🧙‍♂️🔮

Chan smiled, laughing lightly as he placed his phone back in the holder on his dashboard. He started the car and pulled out of the parking space and headed for the nearby liquor store. He parked the car and ran into the store. It was a small store with aisles in the middle, an open cooler with shelves full of all different kinds of beer. The very back of the store was a huge walk-in cooler.

Once inside he started looking around when the store owner who had been previously sweeping stopped at the end of the aisle he was in. She was a short woman with her brown wavy hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. “Do you need any help?” she asked with a smile. Chan smiled and nodded at the wine selection.

“I’m trying to find something to pair with Chinese takeout, I was told to get Malbec?” he questioned as she came over and smiled. “What dishes?” she asked looking up at him. “Beef and broccoli,” Chan said with a grimace and she smiled wider. “Come on,” she mused nodding toward the walk-in. Chan followed her into the fridge, the cold air hitting him, a shiver working down his spine.

“If you’re eating takeout, you’re definitely going to want something cold,” she said reaching up and grabbing a bottle from the top of the rack. She turned and handed it to him. “Here. That should go with your beef and broccoli well,” she said with a wink. Chan smiled, taking the cold glass from her. “Anything else?” she asked and Chan shook his head. “Nope, this is all I needed,” he said.

“Alright,” the shopkeeper said. “I’ll ring you up.” Chan followed her out of the walk-in and to the cash register. “Can I see your ID?” she asked and he pulled it out of his wallet, handing it over. She checked it out and handed it back before ringing up the wine. “Your total is $32.48,” she said and Chan pulled out the change. He handed it over and she cashed him out before putting the wine in a paper bag.

Chan thanked her and headed for the door. Outside, it had started to rain. Chan got into his car, setting the wine next to the food and started the car before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road heading for your dorm. He pulled into the parking lot where he cut the engine and looked up to see you standing on the stairs talking to -- “Soonyoung?” he whispered when he recognized his best friend.

He watched as you nodded and smiled. Soonyoung waved and started back down the stairs. You gave him a small wave as he jogged toward his car and got in. Chan grabbed the food and wine and got out only when Soonyoung pulled out of the parking lot. Chan headed up toward the door where you were waiting under the awning with a wide smile.

He reached the step and you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. “Everything alright?” he asked and you nodded. “Yeah. Soonyoung came by to apologize and we agreed to stay friends,” you replied and Chan nodded, relieved that Soonyoung hadn’t managed to toy with your emotions again. You turned to put the code in and opened the door. Chan followed you as the pair of you headed for the elevator, thunder rumbling in the distance.

Once the lift arrived, you lead Chan down the hall to your door and opened it, letting him in behind you. You shut the door and hopped on your bed as Chan set the food on the desk. “Did you want to watch a movie or something while we eat?” you asked and Chan nodded, as he untied the takeout bag. You slid off the bed and turned on your desktop, letting it boot up before logging in while Chan pulled out the to-go containers. “Do you have any glasses?” he asked turning to you.

You looked up from your computer as he pulled the wine out of the bag to show you. You pointed to a small storage cupboard and he opened it, pulling out a package of red solo cups. “These?” he asked to which you nodded, signing into your account and pulling up Netflix. Chan pulled two cups out of the package and opened the wine, thankful it was a screw on cap instead of a cork.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked and looked up at him. “I don’t mind. You pick,” he said as he poured wine into both cups. He turned to you as you were putting on a movie. “How do you feel about scary movies?” you asked, taking the cup he was holding out. He smiled, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip of the wine. It wasn’t what he expected but it was surprisingly smooth.

Chan turned to you and handed you one of the togo containers as you got up on the bed. You accepted it and settled into position making sure all the pillows were pushed up against the wall. Chan grabbed his own food and turned to you. “Do you need any sauces?” he asked and you shook your head. Chan got on the bed, scooting back until he was sitting beside you and once you were both comfortable, you dug into your food while the movie you picked started.

Halfway into the movie, you finished eating and set your to-go container to the side, preferring to lean against Chan, your eyes glued to the screen. Chan had set his container to the side and had one arm wrapped around your shoulders. He squeezed you gently, whispering, “you done eating?” You looked up at him and nodded. Chan moved, sliding off the bed and grabbing the to-go containers and setting them on your desk. “Do you want anymore?” he asked holding up the now half empty wine bottle.

You shook your head, stretching and he downed the rest of his glass before taking up his previous spot next to you. Once he was back on the bed, you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him closer, the alcohol in your system making you bolder. Chan laughed, pulling you onto his lap and hugged you closer, kissing the top of your head. “Are you sleepy?” he asked and you shook your head. “No,” you replied in a muffled voice.

Chan smiled, turning his head to look at the computer screen. Your shirt had ridden up a little and you sighed at the feeling of Chan’s fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles into your exposed hip. He must have noticed cause he asked if you were okay. Instead of answering him with your words, you answered him with a kiss, one he was surprised by but accepted gladly.

Your hand moved from around his waist and up to his chest as one of his hands cupped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Chan’s lips parted, your own following suit and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your stomach flipped as you tasted the wine on his tongue. You moved, without breaking the kiss, to straddle him, snaking your arms around his neck. His hand on your back held you close as the two of you fought for dominance with Chan winning rather easily.

Your hips moved of their own accord, rolling against his slowly. Chan moaned, the sound muffled by your lips against his. You smirked, grinding down on him again, the friction felt amazing against your growing arousal. You could feel the affect you had on Chan in the bulge in his pants pressing hard against your core and growing harder and harder the more you grinded on him.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he groaned when you pulled back for air. His head fell back against the wall while you moved against him, soft whimpers leaving your lips mixed with your pants. Chan grabbed your hips, stilling your movements. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me, woman,” he whispered, enjoying the way your lips worked down his neck, stopping at his shoulder as you tried to move your hips again.

“Stop. Moving,” Chan said trying not to laugh. “Please,” you whined. “I need you,” you said and with that, Chan pushed you back on the mattress, hovering over you before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “Do you want me that badly?” he asked and you nodded, biting your bottom lip. His hips moved, pressing his erection into your core, earning a moan from you.

“You want this?” he whispered against your ear and you moaned again. “Yes,” you breathed. Chan pulled away, pulling his hoodie off before reaching for the ties on your sweatpants. “These need to come off,” he whispered as he reached around to lift your hips and slide them down your thighs. He tossed your pants off to the side before moving between your thighs to kiss you again.

Your hands tangled in his soft hair as he moved his lips down, kissing to the collar of your shirt. And this too,” he said pulling you up so he could remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. You blushed but you were sure if it was because you were exposed or intoxicated. Chan resumed his ministrations, kissing down your chest. He stopped to look up at you before he smiled. You whined, running your fingers through his hair urging him to continue.

Chan went on, kissing down your stomach before stopping near the waistband of your panties. He took the fabric between his teeth and pulled back slightly before letting go, the elastic snapping softly against your skin, a soft cry leaving your lips. Chan moved back up, his hand sliding up the outside of your hip, stopping at your waist while his lips moved against your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You gasped, arching into him as his hand moved from your hip and ghosted over your breast stopping to cradle your neck. “God you’re so much more beautiful in person,” he breathed against your skin. His hand moved from your neck, sliding down your body before pressing his fingers against your heat, your arousal seeping through the think material of your panties. A whimper escaped your lips.

Chan moved, slipping his hand into the waistband of your panties. He hesitated before asking, “can I?” You nodded, biting into your lower lip as his hand slid further until his finger pressed past your folds finding your clit easily. You gasped, grabbing his wrist with one hand while he circled the sensitive nub slowly. “God,” he groaned. “I love how wet you get for me.” You moaned at his words, whimpering when he slowly pushed a finger inside you. He smiled against your neck. “You like that?” he asked.

You hummed in response as he moved his hand, sliding the digit in and out of you at a painstakingly slow pace. “Stop teasing me,” you whined, bucking your hips slightly. Chan chuckled, speeding up as you grew wetter and wetter. You moaned in his ear as he added a second finger, enjoying the feeling of being deliciously stretched. “Can I take these off?” Chan inquired of your panties and you nodded.

He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and cleaning your juices off of them. He groaned, his cock twitching in his pants. He reached down and pulled your panties down your legs, smearing your wetness down the inside of your thigh. Once he discarded the thin material, he pushed your thighs apart and laid down, settling between your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked but he only smiled, placing a few kisses on the insides of your thighs. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh, sucking a fresh mark in your skin on each side before kissing your sex. He ran his tongue up your folds, pushing your legs apart further, giving him better access. His tongue found your clit and slowly began circling it, toying with you.

“Don’t tease me,” you panted, your fingers knotting in his hair as you held him in place. He smiled against your sex before speeding up, flicking his tongue against your clit. You whimpered loudly as you felt your orgasm building. Chan wrapped his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it softly. With one hand in his hair and the other gripping your sheets, your hips bucked and Chan moved his hands to hold you down as he continued his onslaught.

Just as your orgasm approached, he stopped, pulling away and you whined, your body reeling from the stolen climax. Chan smiled, kissing your thighs again. “What’s wrong, baby?” he cooed and you groaned trying to buck your hips but he held them firmly in place. “Please,” you begged and Chan chuckle, his hot breath fanning over you. “Please what baby? Use your words,” he repeated.

“I need your tongue, please, please,” you whimpered wiggling your hips. “My tongue?” Chan asked. “Where do you need my tongue baby?” he asked. You wiggled your hips again, hoping he would get the message. “Hmm?” he hummed. “Please,” you whined. Chan gave your sex another kitten lick.

“Is that what you want?” he asked. “You want my tongue all over your pretty pussy?” he asked and you nodded quickly. “Yes!” you breathed. “Say it,” Chan answered. You whined when he flattened his tongue, licking a wide strip slowly up. “I want your tongue all over my pretty pussy,” you whimpered.

Pleased with your answer, Chan continued his torture, alternating between licks and sucking until you were shaking as your orgasm built up a second time. Again, Chan pulled away allowing your release to ebb away. You whined louder as he moved away from between your thighs and sat up. “Where do you keep your condoms?” Chan asked and you pointed at the bathroom. “Top left drawer,” you panted.

He hopped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom, pulling open the drawer you said and he found the pack of condoms. He grabbed on and returned to you on the bed after pulling off his shirt and pushing his pants down his thighs along with his underwear, allowing them to pool at his ankles. He stepped out of the material and got back on the bed.

He leaned over, kissing up your stomach and stopping at your chest. “Sit up for a second,” he murmured against your skin and you did as he asked, sitting up. Chan reached around behind you and undid the clasps of your bra, sliding the straps down your arms and pulling it off before throwing it somewhere in the darkness. His hand reached up, cupping your breast.

“Damn it, baby. How are you so fucking hot?” he asked kissing your shoulder. He gently pushed you back on the bed, kneeling between your thighs as he tore open the silver packet. “Wait,” you muttered trying to sit up. “I should reciprocate,” you said but he pushed you back with a chuckle.

“As much as I would love to have those pretty lips around my cock, I’m plenty hard without it. I really just need to be inside you, (Y/N),” he said as he rolled the condom onto his length. Your tongue peeked out to wet your lips as he lined himself with your slit, teasing you through your folds. “Chan,” you whimpered.

He chuckled, pushing himself into you, hissing as he slid easily into your wet heat. He stopped, whether allowing you time to adjust or just focusing on the feeling of you slowly engulfing his cock, welcoming it into your warmth. He continued, pushed deeper into you, the sting of being stretch causing your lips to part in a silent cry until he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside you. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

You forced yourself to relax around him before he moved. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. “God you feel amazing,” he said in a deep voice. “Fuck,” you choked out as the sting was replaced with a dull ache instead now. “Please,” you begged again. “Please move,” you whimpered. Chan pulled back again slowly, this time snapping his hips into yours. A gasp ripped from your throat as he gained momentum, holding your hips as he thrust into you, hitting deep .

“Ah~” you moaned, gripping the sheets beneath you. Chan moved his hands, resting them on either side of your head as he leaned over, thrusting faster into you. “F-fuck,” he stammered. “You f-feel so fucking good, baby.” One of your hands moved, gripping his wrist as he pounded harder into you. “Chan,” you breathed and he hummed in response. “Harder,” you pleaded. Chan sat up, his hands moving to your hips as he slammed harder into you, earning a cry from you.

He stopped, looking down at you. “Are you okay?” he asked and you groaned, “yes, don’t stop, you idiot,” and he laughed, resuming his previous speed. “Ah, fuck!” you cried out, grabbing his wrist again. “You like that?” Chan asked and you nodded, whimpering as he pounded into you mercilessly. “Ah! There, right there,” you breathed when he hit your sweet spot.

“Yeah?” Chan asked breathlessly, continuing to hit the same spot with every thrust. “Yes!” you moaned, your voice bouncing off the walls. Chan reached forward, covering your mouth. “Do you want to wake the whole floor, baby?” he asked amused as he continued to fuck you, your incessant moaning muffled by his hand. “Goddamn,” he said thrusting into you. “Here,” he added pulling out of you and turning your over. He put a pillow under your hips before pushing into you again.

Chan pulled you back into him, his hips hitting your ass and his cock reaching a spot deep inside you. “Ah!” you let out a high pitched cry when you felt the palm of his hand hit your right asscheek. He ran his hand soothingly over the spot before leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back as he continued to thrust into you. “Ah~! Fuck, Chan!” you whimpered into the sheets. One of his arms wrapped around your upper chest, his thrusts growing more erratic as his high approached him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he panted in your ear. “I’m close too, you breathed as you felt the coil in your lower abdomen tightened, tension building in your body as you grew hotter and hotter with every thrust. Chan groaned, sinking his teeth in your shoulder, sending you over the edge as you came around him with a cry of his name. Chan continued, thrusting into to you chasing his own high, which came moments later as your walls convulsed around him and he came, releasing into the condom with a deep groan, muffled by your shoulder.

His hips faltered, coming to a stop still buried inside you. He kissed the bite mark he left on your shoulder, whispering an apology to the sensitive skin. After a few moments, he pulled out of you, rolling off onto his back, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He looked over at you when you turned your head to face him. A lopsided grin graced his features.

“Told you I would take care of you,” he said in a low voice. You rolled your eyes and rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. Chan rolled off the bed, removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the waste bin by your desk. He stooped to grab his boxers, stepping into and sliding them on before he made his way to the bathroom. You watched him as he moved around in the bathroom before hearing the sound of running water.

A few moments later, he returned with a warm wet washcloth and started wiping you clean. Your body shuddered when he ran the cloth over your swollen sex. His eyes snapped to your face as he pulled back. “You okay, baby?” he asked and you nodded. Chan continued, wiping off your cum off your inner thighs. When he was certain he cleaned you thoroughly, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper and walked into the bathroom, passing into your closet to fetch you a clean pair of underwear.

When he returned, he helped you slip your panties on, before pulling you up into a sitting position. Chan reached down, grabbing his shirt from the floor. He pulled his shirt on you and laid you back down, getting under the covers beside you.

“Go to sleep baby,” he whispered, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You fell asleep quickly, light snores filling the room as the movie had already ended, the computer going to sleep due to inactivity. Not long after you passed out, Chan followed suit.

P.S: *Jeongguk voice* FINALLYYYY~!!! I knew some of you were probaby waiting for this so I hope I delivered. I will try to have the final installment up Friday or Saturday! As always, thank you guys so much for reading and leave any feedback you deem necessary! ~K♡

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Redemancy

(n.) The act of loving in return.

Theme: CoffeeShop!au, EnemiestoLovers!au

Pairing: Kihyun x Naomi (OC)

Side Wonwoo x Naomi

Word count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, angst.

A/N: This is my first (but not really first) post on this blog! I hope you like it. Also, we speak British English here so you might find spellings to be different. I have no intentions of portraying any idol harshly. I love Jennie and Wonwoo.

Naomi didn’t realise college would be as stressful as it seemed. To top it off, for some unknown reason, drama would ensue where she walked. Did she ask for that? Not once in her life. But would she be free from drama and only have academic stress? Nope.

(She wasn’t too concerned about her top and she wanted to throw it away because it was old but she never found a solid reason to do so. She wanted to thank the stranger for helping her in their own way. What she was upset about was the spilt coffee. She needed caffeine to function and she could only afford so much in a day.)

Just as she looked up to see one of the most handsome men she could’ve ever spotted in her life and apologise, she stopped short because of the words that fell from his mouth.

“Watch where you’re going.”

Watch where I’m going?

“Excuse me? You were the one who knocked into me?”

“Whatever.”

And with that, the guy went off. He didn’t even have the audacity to apologise. Sighing, she took out the extra hoodie she always had in her bag and changed just a few minutes before her lecture hoping that she wouldn’t have to see Mr. Arrogant ever again for the remainder of the day. What would be the odds that he would be having the same lecture as hers? Odds were not in her favour. Mr Arrogant was in the same lecture as hers and the only seat available for her to sit was next to him. Cursing her fate, she walked and seated herself at the only available location.

“Please don’t go around knocking things off my table too.”

She wanted to give him a fitting reply but before she could, the professor walked in.

And that was how her rivalry with Yoo Kihyun began.

Junior year was about to end and there were hardly any changes to her routine. But the few changes that did happen, somehow, seemed to change her life. Some nights in Toronto were so clear, they made Naomi want to just curl up inside a blanket and enjoy the trail of those gaseous balls moving around in space. For some reason, they always made her wonder why she was where she was. They always made her wonder why she destined to be here, at this very moment with two of her best friends and genuinely have fun. Naomi, a biology student, was friends with Min Yoongi, a music student and Park Jimin, a dancer. She didn’t know what she did to be deserve those two dorks as her best friends, but she definitely must have saved a whole country in her past life. She did not know what made her place them so timely in her life. It was as if the stars had made them a part of her life. While the positives remained and she maintained to be ever so thankful for them, she didn’t want to believe she had to have Yoo Kihyun crash into her that eventful morning of freshman year. It was as if the stars willed for him to be a part of her life, regardless of the fact that he wasn’t in her class anymore but the barista that worked in the café she loved so much.

And as much as she loved Yoongi, she never could bug him with how Kihyun treated her. He always tried to make them get along and Naomi had even obliged once, but Kihyun seemed to not budge from his hatred for her so she gave up.

But fate definitely had something lined up for them; something neither of them were expecting.

It was a fine Saturday and Naomi wanted to take break. Mid-semester breaks were a blessing because all she did was relax after having multiple breakdowns due to exams. It was a task to maintain her rank in class and she wanted to keep it reserved for her, another thing that ticked Kihyun off. She made her way to her haven (read: café) and made her way to the counter. Kihyun was taking orders yet again but nothing and no one could have spoiled her mood. For some unknown reason though, Kihyun didn’t talk rudely with her. In fact, he spoke with a very even tone that surprised her but she didn’t show it. As she stood off to the side, waiting so she could take her order and sit peacefully while reading her book, her mind wandered. She didn’t realise a customer had stepped up and when she did, she saw a beautiful woman talking to Kihyun and for the first time, she saw Kihyun talk to someone else but her rudely.

“Jennie, leave if you aren’t here as a customer. I don’t want to create a scene here.”

Jennie? THE Jennie?

“Kihyun, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was only with Wonwoo to make you jealous because you wouldn’t pay attention to me. I am sorry!”

“You could’ve asked for my attention in other ways, you needn’t have to cheat on me with someone else. Especially not with my friend.”

She cheated on Kihyun? No wonder he was in a bad mood. The girl, Jennie, however wouldn’t stop. She constantly kept talking and trying to get on his good side.

Now, Naomi isn’t the kind to intervene in other’s business, but within the span of the last 5 minutes, Jennie had managed to tick off her as well.

“Could you please take this conversation somewhere else? Because you aren’t just bothering him, you’re bothering other customers as well.”

And she turned away with that to find her coffee served.

“Thanks, Jooheonie”, she said with a smile.

He smiled back with those cute dimples of his popping up and walked back inside but not without giving Jennie the stink eye. Naomi turned very carefully because her coffee was hot, but what she didn’t realise that Jennie wanted to be a bitch and knock into Naomi and spilling the hot coffee onto her in the process.

Naomi let out a wail of cry in pain while Jennie just looked at her in the meanest possible manner and said, “keep your thoughts to yourself and you won’t get hurt the next time.”

Naomi had tears spilling from her eyes as she looked at Jennie. Why would someone do that?

“This is why I broke up with you. You just have to be a bitch, don’t you?” Kihyun said somewhere near Naomi just as she felt his arm wrap around her.

Without casting Jennie a second glance he said to Naomi, “let’s get you treated, come on.”

With that Naomi and Kihyun walked into the back room of the café, not bothering with themselves with how Jennie was looking scandalised.

As the two of them walked in, Naomi felt the pain reduce slightly since not a lot of the coffee had spilled on her. Jooheon on the other hand was freaking out.

“I will kill her. I swear to god. How dare she hurt Noona!? Hyung why didn’t you kick her out before things went out of hand? Why did you even get with that bi-”

“Jooheon” Naomi said in a small voice. “Can you please get me some salt, water and tissues so I can clean up?”

“I’m such an idiot. Of course, I’ll be right back Noona.”

“There you go. Take my hoodie. I’ll leave so you can change”, Kihyun said handing over his hoodie.

With a small smile and a nod Naomi took the hoodie and saw Kihyun make his way out, closing the door. Why do I have to go through all of this? That was the only thought running in her head as she changed.

After she was done cleaning up, Kihyun walked in with a bag to put in her now coffee stained clothes.

“You know”, she said jokingly to Kihyun so as to diffuse the tension between them, which seemed to consume the room whole. “I have to start associating you with spilled coffee.”

Kihyun on the other hand looked nowhere near less burdened. A very quiet yet loud apology left his mouth and Naomi looked at him in shock.

“It isn’t your-“

“It is my fault. Had I kicked her out, none of this would’ve happened. I’m so sorry. Not just for today. And thank you for calling her out.”

“It’s not a problem Kihyun. You looked uncomfortable. And I really was getting annoyed. I’ll return this to you this Monday in class, okay?”

He smiled very softly at that.

“Yeah, take your time.”

And with that, they parted ways.

After that incident in the café, things seemed to have evened out between Kihyun and Naomi which was a little out of the ordinary for Naomi. She had kind of gotten used to Kihyun’s jabs, almost immune, if you will. It was weird to see him talk normally to her. It was also weird to Yoongi and Jimin. So when she told Yoongi about the incident, he was this close to going and bashing Jennie while Jimin was concerned and upset with Naomi for not having informed what happened a week ago. Naomi had to calm Yoongi down and she could swear she saw his expression change into a knowing one for just one second before it went back to normal. She didn’t ask him about it though because she assumed that it was all in her head.

Funnily enough, she didn’t have too many run-ins with Kihyun either. They hardly saw each other and for some strange reason, she found herself worrying over the guy. He was cheated on and she knew what it felt like.

She hadn’t gotten hold of him to return his hoodie which meant that it was always in her bag now and unconsciously she ended up using it a rare few times, almost wearing it before she realised what she was doing.

The day that she’d see Kihyun came soon enough, the following day after seeing Yoongi and Jimin, in fact. It was pure happenstance that she came across him. She didn’t expect to see him where she did because people hardly ever visited the park Naomi loved so much, for it was so quiet. She hesitated, not sure if she should talk to him. He looked like he wanted to be alone but then she decided that it was better that she returned his hoodie now. Who knew if she’d see him around again as he seemed to be MIA enough.

“Kihyun? I have been looking for you over a week now! Here’s your hoodie” she said holding out the hoodie over to him.

What she didn’t expect though was for Kihyun to look as tired and drained as he did and she felt something she couldn’t identify in her chest.

“Oh god, Kihyun. Have you rested or eaten these past few days? What happened?”

His voice too hoarse when he responded with a, “Never been better.”

“You haven’t lost your sarcasm, huh. Well, I should get going.”

Just as she turned around after placing the hoodie on his bag that lay beside him, she heard a small, “Stay. Please. I don’t think I can handle my thoughts anymore.”

Naomi didn’t know what to do. On one hand, she didn’t want to stay. Why should she when all the guy ever did was hate her and throw harsh words her way? But on the other hand, she couldn’t refuse. For it wasn’t like her to let someone be alone when they explicitly say the need her. This was also why she found herself sitting next to him and her actions gained her a small smile as thank you.

“Since you have too many thoughts plaguing your head, why don’t you talk about them?”

“No offense, but I don’t think you’d understand how I’m feeling now.”

She chuckled at that. How typical of Yoo Kihyun to assume she wouldn’t know how he felt. He looked at her with a look that said what is wrong with you but she only proceeded to shake her head and scoff.

“You know how I’ve never responded to whatever you threw my way these past years? It wasn’t because I didn’t know how to. It was because I know how much words hurt and how actions speak louder than words. You think a person won’t be offended when you say that? You’re so horribly assuming of people that you think you’re the only one that undergoes pain. We all do. You’re not someone the world revolves around, Kihyun.”

A sudden silence fell upon them as she said those words and they hit him like a truck. She allowed him to fall underneath them and think of the words he said every time he spoke. And soon enough, she saw guilt cloud his expression.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

“You’re right; you shouldn’t have done what you did all these years. Better late than never.”

“So umm do you umm have you…?”

“Have I been cheated on? Yes. And he was my first true love. Unfortunately, I wasn’t his. I don’t think he ever felt that way for anyone. I was just another notch on his belt, I suppose. I was lucky enough to not have slept with him. But the feelings were still there. The pain is still there but somehow, I moved on.”

“Do you mind if I asked who the guy was?”

“You’d be surprised. The very man Jennie cheated on you with, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“So he’s been making people miserable since forever?”

“Kind of, yes. The worst part wasn’t that he destroyed what I knew of love; the worst part was that he was a great friend of mine. I lost a friend and a lover all at once. Unfortunately, I didn’t know of his tendencies to lead people on and break their heart.”

“Wow. What a small world, huh? Who knew that they’d cheat on us the way did?”

“I think it’s just a way of theirs to tell us that they’re done with us, albeit a little too harsh. Whatever excuses they come up with almost seem patronising at the moment we find out.”

“Were you as awfully calm when you found out as you are now? Because if I were in Wonwoo’s shoes, I’d be running to the other end of the world.”

Naomi laughed a sad laugh at that.

“I just went numb. I shut people out for so long, I somehow made it easy for Wonwoo to ignore me. But then again, I made it difficult for everyone else in my life. I lost so many people because of one useless and unworthy act by a person I truly loved, it wasn’t even funny.”

“Then how did you and Yoongi become friends? Because he doesn’t trust human kind either.”

She smiled at that. It had been difficult for both of them to get used to each other, her more than him. But she was so glad that Yoongi and Jimin both took the effort to wade their way through her barriers and find a place for them in her heart.

“Yoongi is persistent” was all she said.

And that began their nightly routine of venting. It was not something anyone knew. None of Kihyun’s or Naomi’s friends knew about their late night rendezvous at the park. Night after night they’d meet at the same spot and vent about their past and how their day was. Kihyun seemed to improve and slowly pull out of the darkness he had fallen into. His love for Jennie had somehow poisoned him and she was all he could think about for a while. The nights that he spent with Naomi, though, changed that.

In that time frame, he’d also taken a break from the coffee shop. As he started becoming better, he re-joined the café and that’s when both their friends got to know that there was something more to Kihyun and Naomi’s relation than what they knew. There was something closer to friendship. They still bickered and sassed each other but it wasn’t like before.

What also made Naomi happy was that on some days, she’d get the infamous Kihyun smile which she found adorable. His cheeks would push up and his eyes would almost disappear as a result and that never failed to make her giggle. When Jooheon saw them talking in a friendly manner, he almost dropped a customer’s order. He couldn’t believe his eyes or ears when he saw them conversing.

Yoongi and Jimin were surprised too. Later that day, the two of them cornered her and asked her what was happening. She wanted to tell them about the nightly routine but she felt as if she’d jinx what Kihyun and she had. What she did tell them about, though, was the first night. Jimin seemed convinced but Yoongi, the ever perceptive human, was not. Naomi knew he knew that she was keeping something form them but he didn’t push her to talk about it. He was well aware that he could ask either of them later on. But Yoongi seemed happy whenever he saw his two friends get along as well as they did and it seemed as if there wasn’t a lot that could change their relationship.

Change is inevitable. Change is somehow the only constant the world knows. Change was also what made humanity mortal. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

Just as night changed to day, so did the dynamics between Naomi and Kihyun. Somewhere along the line, they changed their points of view about each other. From strangers to enemies to acquaintances to friends, it really was a roller-coaster ride for the two of them and everyone around them. Naomi was happy that this kind of positive change happened in her life. Somehow, Kihyun had wedged his way into her life and while she was hesitant, she slowly allowed him in.

It scared her though. It scared her that she let him in so soon while it took her so much longer with Yoongi and Jimin. Wonwoo had to struggle a lot too to become her friend. But for some strange reason, it didn’t take Kihyun long.

And she knew it was because every time she’d see him smile, she’d feel content. She always wanted to hear him talk. She never was the kind to give thought to what people vented out to her. She’d lend an ear to listen but she never thought over people’s problems except for Jimin and Yoongi and now Kihyun. She realised she didn’t look at Kihyun the way she looked at Yoongi or Jimin. It was different, what she felt for Kihyun and she knew she was in trouble.

Because why would Kihyun like her the way she did, right? Why would he look at her and want to be with her? She was just one of the stars in his night sky; a dim, softly glowing star that remained small in front of the ones glowing brightly. There were a million women who could like him better and do him better than she ever could.

Little she did know that Kihyun had had enough of the harsh brightness. He wanted her warmth and gentleness and no one else’s and Naomi was about to find this out in ways she couldn’t have imagined.

It was a regular Friday for Naomi. She was done early with her classes and she made her way to her favourite place next to the library; the café. She knew Kihyun wouldn’t be there and that kind of dulled the idea and charm of the place, but Jooheon would be there and that made her happy enough. So it would be lie if she said if she wasn’t surprised to see someone else at the counter that wasn’t Jooheon or Kihyun.

The guy was handsome. She could see that as soon as she walked in and his smile shined so bright, she had to pause for a second.

“Noona!” a loud voice called out and suddenly her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning.

“Jooheon stop! I’m getting dizzy, you goof.”

“Sorry! I just got excited” he said with a giggle. “Noona meet Hoseok hyung! He likes to be called Wonho though. Hyung, this is Naomi Noona!”

“Hi! You’re Jooheon and Kihyun’s friend, aren’t you? It’s nice to meet you” he said with a smile and a gentle look in his eyes that made her soft.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wonho” Naomi said before she proceeded to place her order.

“Noona! I’m hosting a party along with my hyungs. Please come! Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are coming too!”

“Jooheon, you know how I feel about parties, right?”

“Hey, if it makes you feel better, I’m going to be sober. I’m the designated driver for the night so we can hang out” Wonho said. “If you say no, he will become pouty and give you those puppy eyes and you don’t want that.”

Naomi laughed and gave in when Jooheon immediately gave her the infamous puppy eyes on cue.

As she received her order, she said, “I guess I’ll see you guys in the evening then.”

Jooheon smiled but Wonho gave her a wink and said, “I’ll be waiting!”

Evening came soon enough and for some absolutely unknown reason, Naomi was stressing over what to wear. Well, she knew the reason but she just didn’t want to admit. She had Yoongi and Jimin come over to her place as she whined about being confused.

“Naomi, really, you just have to choose a pair of clothes to wear. Why. Are. You. Stressing.”

“I wish you knew the pain of not knowing what to wear, Yoongi. You just have to throw on a pair of jeans and shirt and you’re done. You’d look good even if you wore a trash bag.”

“Okay Noona, let me help, yeah?” Jimin asked and she vigorously nodded yes.

As Jimin proceeded to look through, she sat beside Yoongi only to have him look at her with a smirk.

“What?”

“You’re fretting because Kihyun is going to be there.”

She didn’t want to blush but she did and that was a dead giveaway about her feelings for him which, of course, Yoongi picked on.

“You both are so pathetic, it’s tiring.”

“I’m sorry? Pathetic?”

“You’re both whipped for each other but what do you do? Keep it to yourselves and make everyone miserable.”

“Yoongi. Seriously. You think Kihyun likes me like I like him?”

“Naomi, I don’t think. I know.”

“Why would you-?”

“Noona! Why haven’t you ever worn this!?” Jimin popped up with a black sequin dress with a sweet heart neckline. Naomi had absolutely forgotten about it.

“This will go great with these wedges!” he said, pointing at the shoes he held in his right hand.

“Thanks Chim! You’re the best, unlike some people” with a look at Yoongi who just chuckled.

“I missed something, didn’t I?”

The party was raging by the time Yoongi, Jimin and Naomi arrived at Jooheon’s place.

“I don’t think I’m going to last too long you guys.”

“Naomi, shut up. Enjoy, will you? This isn’t my scene but it’s for Jooheon.”

Sighing she made her way into the loud place and made her way straight to the kitchen along with the two boys. Jooheon spotted them almost immediately and went over to hug the three of them, thanking them for coming for which Yoongi flicked his forehead.

Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around to see Wonho standing behind her.

“Hey” she said with a smile.

“Hi! You look stunning, Naomi.”

Naomi felt happy but she didn’t feel anything else. Nonetheless, she thanked him. Yoongi and Jimin came to give Wonho a hug and started talking to him. With nothing to do, Naomi’s eyes wandered and unconsciously, she found herself looking for the red haired boy that had her heart.

“Looking for Kihyunnie hyung, noona?” Jooheon said with a very knowing smile.

Naomi couldn’t respond with a solid response because she knew she was caught. Before she could say anything though, Wonho intervened and asked Naomi, “Shall we dance together?”

Naomi, to say the least, was surprised. She wanted to go look for Kihyun and spend her night with him because all they would do was judge people together and laugh at the lame background stories they’d make up about strangers.

(They did this day in and day out and especially when Kihyun was free during his shift or got off work at the café. The best times were when the two of them would laugh so much, their laughs would become silent and they would become unable to continue the story.)

Reluctantly, she said yes to Wonho for one dance. The smile that he awarded was too cute and it made her giggle.

“Enjoy Noona” Jooheon said with a teasing smile.

Wonho was a complete gentleman. He made sure people weren’t crashing into her as they were dancing and also made her laugh. Naomi seemed to forget her surroundings for a while and completely let loose. One song turned into two and two turned into four. What she didn’t realise was Kihyun’s longing gaze on her.

“You should tell her man” Yoongi told him.

“And spoil the fun she’s having? She seems so happy and carefree with Wonho, I don’t want to spoil it for them.”

“You’re not spoiling anything. If you don’t tell her though, you will spoil what you have.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Besides, Jooheon mentioned she was looking for you. If she wasn’t interested, would she be looking for you?”

Ever since they started spending time though, he realised just how amazing she was. He also realised why Yoongi was her friends with her. She radiated beauty, if you knew her well enough. She was open minded, intelligent, adorable and beautiful inside out. Sure she wasn’t the prettiest woman he’d met, but her intelligence was unparalleled. She didn’t have the usual boring opinions that he had heard from other girls who had only one objective in mind and that was to impress him. She was the type to listen to every word you said and genuinely try and understand your troubles. She was genuine warmth that anyone would love to have in their lives. She was the kind to get excited over cats and dogs roaming about. Even as he stared at her dancing and enjoying herself, he couldn’t help but smile. He never did objectify anyone, he never was the type of guy to do that. But god damn did she look hot in that dress. But her smile took the cake in his eyes. She was beautiful.

Kihyun had missed out on that beauty. He had missed out for two years when he could’ve had it all two years before. But now that he did have it, he didn’t want to take her for granted. He wanted to make sure she knew how he felt about her, whether or not she felt the same. He wanted her to know just how wonderful she was. And he made his way to her when he saw them stop dancing for a moment.

It was time he came clean to her.

Naomi saw Wonho look behind her which made her turn around only to see Kihyun. Her heart, which was racing from all the dancing, suddenly calmed down. She smiled from ear to ear as she tackled him in a hug.

“You’re here!” she said in his ears for it was too loud.

“Yes I am”, he said pulling back with that oh so beautiful smile on his face. He leaned in again and said to her, “I needed to talk to you about something. Want to go out? Please?”

She looked at him worried. No one had ever felt right after they heard the words ‘we need to talk’. A frown etched on her face and yet she said yes. She held up a finger and asked Kihyun to wait as she turned around to apologise and thank Wonho.

“You don’t have to apologise, Naomi. I had fun tonight” he said with a hug.

“I did too”, she said and smiled.

She then held the hand Kihyun had held out for her and safely made her way out of the loud party with him, hoping that it was nothing too serious.

“Is everything okay, Hyunnie?”

“Naomi I need you to listen to everything I have to say, okay? Please just wait for me to finish and then say what you have to. Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“I am so stupid, you know”, he said with a chuckle. “So completely stupid because I missed out on the most wonderful person I have ever had the fortune to meet. It was such a happenstance that day when I crashed into you back in freshman year. I wanted to apologise but I was late and I took out my worry on you. It was only when I walked off did I realise what I had done. I wanted to beat myself up so bad. And then you had to be in the same class as me in freshman year. Hell, I was regretting taking biology, not because of you. But you made me feel something ever since I saw you and I couldn’t understand what it was. What transpired between us made me think it was hate. Two years of me being utterly and terribly confused and so assuming of how I felt stopped me from being your friend.

“And then the incident at the café happened and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thoughts that I mentioned that were troubling me? They never were about Jennie. What Jennie did didn’t affect me as much as it should have. The only thing I could think about was why you would do what you did, especially after I gave you so much shit in those couple years.

“And then the first night at the park happened. And, my goodness, were you so strong that day. You were like fire itself and I realised I was captivated by you. And every day that followed was a surprise for me. You are an enigma, Naomi and somehow I can’t seem to get enough of you. I don’t think I ever can get enough.

“At first I thought maybe I was obsessed. But as the days passed, I realised that it was all you. You being yourself is so god damn attractive, it makes me feel like I’m nothing.

“I am so aware of how you deserve so much better than someone who used to talk you down. You deserve someone that can treat you right. But I can’t help the way I feel. I like you, Naomi. I like you so much, it’s crazy. I won’t call it love, not so soon, but I definitely like you enough to know that I want to spend my life with you.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to force yourself. I promise you that absolutely nothing will come in the way of our friendship.”

Naomi was stunned. She had tears welling up in her eyes. She had not heard anyone talk about her the way Kihyun had and she wanted to cry so hard but she held it in because she wanted him to know that she may not be as good as he was at words, but she loved him just as much.

“What if I don’t want that? What if I want more? Kihyun, you don’t know how happy I am right now. I like you too. I like you a lot more than I should and do you know how much that scares me? Do you know how afraid I am that I’ll have my heart broken again? But the part of me that absolutely adores you wants nothing to do with those thoughts. All it wants is you and to be with you and call you mine.”

“Naomi, are you sure?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

She didn’t know any other way to respond so she just tip-toed and pressed a chaste soft kiss on his lips.

“Is that an answer enough?”

He gave her the biggest smile and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and whispered, “thank you, baby.”

And then they kissed and Naomi had never felt happier and safer than she did at that very instance.

Epilogue.

The years that followed the day that Kihyun made his confession were amazing to the two of them.

They took their time in confessing their love for each other. It was ironic how it came spilling out from Kihyun when he realised he was almost about to lose Naomi after a major fight. Neither of them remember the reason but they went on and on and Naomi finally broke which made Kihyun stop. He quickly came to his senses and apologised for even raising his voice at her. He was the reason she was crying and he had to do something. He didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t matter to him and that was the first time he confessed his love for her. And Naomi, as if it was a reflex, responded back with the same. They didn’t leave each other’s side that night.

The first time he made love to her was on the evening of their fifth anniversary when he asked her to stay with him for the rest of their lives. It was raw, passionate and so blissful, neither of them wanted to stop.

The first and the last time they made promises to each other was at the altar the following year. By the time the both of them had spoken their vows, there wasn’t a single dry eye in the room.

The first time they both cried in happiness was two years later when the both of them held their little baby girl who had the prettiest eyes they had ever laid eyes on.

At the end of it all, Naomi had only said this to Kihyun, “Thank you for loving me the way I have loved you and the way I will always love you.”

Kihyun only sealed that promise with a gentle but soft kiss.

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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 15

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4 ; Chap 5 ; Chap 6 ; Chap 7 ; Chap 8 ; Chap 9 ; Chap 10 ; Chap 11 ; Chap 12 ; Chap 13 ; Chap 14

Masterlist : here

AN : Hi ! How are you? In this chapter, you go on a date with Jake. Well it’s not really a date... Unless... The end is near friends, few more chapters now and I’ll wrap it up! I’m LATE on my chapters, because I’m starting to grow tired, I have lots of other fic ideas that I want to write and it requires EXTRA patience for me to not rush this ending. Let’s say, 2 to 5 more chapters! Enjoy and thanks for the love and support! Feel free to share your thoughts or message me, I’m always happy to make friends!

Chapitre 15 : What's on your mind ?

My New Year's resolution about getting over my crush on Jake was a total fiasco so far. Our kiss kept replaying on my mind, at all times. The soft touch of his delicate lips against mine, the caress of his hair on my cheeks, his calloused fingertips slithering down my neck... The butterflies were unstoppable now, and my face was so used to redden that people just assumed it was my new skintone. Jake and I didn't cross paths since that night. Didn't text either. Only a few days had passed since Josh's party though, so it wasn't like we were avoiding each other. Although it became clear on Monday that what should've just been a little smooch between friends had made us really awkward around each other.

Since the Mina Situation now belonged in the past, Josh and Mandy were doing everything in their power to bring Jake and I closer. And of course sitting together during lectures was now an obvious move. Not the most discreet one, if I may had, given that Josh had sent his brother packing when he asked two weeks ago. Jake now looked positively lost, but couldn't refuse, so Mandy and I took a seat between the Kiszkas, already witnessing the menacing glare the teacher was giving us, probably not surprised in the slightest by the peculiar sandwich the lot of us formed in front of her. Mandy and Josh were playing Draw and Guess, purposefully leaving me and Jake out of it probably so we could talk. And if in the past month I had fantasies about the exact moment where I'll be sitting next to him, now that I was, all the pros and cons were slowing surfacing the ocean of my mind, like a beautiful blue sea at first glance who'd turn out to be full of plastic garbage. His mere presence was making me giddy and jittery. His smell of pine, incense and soap filled my lungs, his knee kept brushing mine, and I couldn't look at his face like I used to, just his hand making the pen dance on his sheet. I hadn't noticed I was vigorously tapping mine on the table until his warm hand covered mine, making the motion stop. Slowly, we exchanged a glance.

- Sorry, I murmured.

Jake's eyes seemed to observe mine a moment before going South and settling on my lips. Quickly, as if realizing what he was doing, the boy turned away, withdrawing his hand and resting his cheek on his other one.

- S'alright...

During the two hours, he looked rather bummed, there was no way to phrase it differently. His face showed a mix of thoughtful and troubled, and I was by now used to him being mentally elsewhere but at some point a ball of paper had landed on his forehead and Josh had to call him four times to get it back before he finally shook out of it. Man, I was starting to get concerned. Maybe he wasn't as over his breakup as he had pretended to be... I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty. It had not been a good idea to kiss each other under the mistletoe, Jake had personal stuff to sort out, and the same went for me. We both should've known better but the moment had been perfect... We'd been laughing, exchanging gifts, slowly dancing under the dim light... Anybody could've felt the romantic tension, and I was certain we both saw it in each other's gaze that night. Nothing mattered but us and this moment. But at what price, I thought bitterly. We couldn't undo the kiss we shared even with significant efforts, and I had no wish to do so. Now that I had a taste of his lips, I was becoming greedy. Like every other human in existence, my instincts were screaming they wanted more. Of that, of everything that was him. Like Janet in the Rocky Horror, I wanted him to touch me. Thoughts I shouldn't have about a friend, but the voice that took over my conscience since that night kept telling me nothing was new. I always had romantic feelings and fantasies about Jake. And while sometimes it bugged me to be a dishonnest friend, most of the time I told myself my mind was my own property, free of any laws except mine. But me arboring those kind of feelings towards Jake didn't mean I had the right to be a shitty friend either. So when we reached the end of the week and Jake's mood didn't improve at all, I took the matter into my own hands.

« Are you free this weekend ? »

Pacing in the kitchen, tugging at my thumb's fingernail with my teeth, my eyes wouldn't leave my phone, waiting for the moment it'll finally buzz. Mandy came into the kitchen to pour herself a coffee.

- Oh, don't tell me !, she exclaimed with false excitement. Rehearsing for The Shining ? You'd be a great Jack Torrance.

- Fuck you dude I'm stressed out !

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips, but seeing as I was serious, Mandy paused, delicately putting her mug on the kitchen table.

- Oh my God. You asked him out.

- It's not a date-

- Bullshit, dude, you finally asked Jake on a date, I can't believe it.

- Jesus Christ..., I muttered under my breath.

Hand on my face, pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to remain calm. She wouldn't believe me and she was already sitting and babbling about how it took me so long but I finally made the first move and so on...

- I usually ask someone on a date like, three days after we met, my roommie explained while sipping her coffee.

- 3 DAYS but you don't even know them !

- But if you wait longer you're in the friendzone, doll.

It was my time to take a seat. That never crossed my mind before. Why had I never consider it ? Am I dumb ? Will he start calling me bro and fist bump me on the shoulder ? Oh no.

- Do you think I'm in the friendzone ?, I hurriedly whispered.

Mandy loudly snorted into her mug, splashing some coffee on her cheeks.

- After that kiss ? No way.

- What do you m-

That was the exact moment my phone chose to vibrate, making the wood table tremble under it, and myself drop the subject to grab it. It was Jake. Mandy saw it in my eyes and couldn't hide her smile. But now that his name was appearing on the screen, I suddenly got scared of rejection. I knew he wouldn't be harsh nor rude with me, probably saying something like « Sorry I have something to do. Next time ? », sending me packing in the nicest way possible. But when being rejected, even like that, I couldn't help thinking it was just the tip of the iceberg and people weren't being honest with me. Maybe they were lying, they didn't want to hang out with me. You never know. And if this text was about not being able to go out then... I'd never know either.

- For God's sake would you stop overthinking and read the damn text.

« I'm free right now, what do you have in mind ? »

Jake always had that way with words that made my cheeks instantly color. Either he was being cheeky, or I was the dirty minded one. As I was typing an answer, I remembered what Mandy had told me the other day, and tapped the backspace key. Be bold.

« Not telling you. Bring a coat and your wallet, we're going to town. »

I had a precise idea of where I wanted to take him, convinced it will improve his mood or at least make him think about something else.

The grey sky devoid of all sunshine was just a big cloud hovering above our heads, giving the streets a gloomy vibe. Not exactly what I had planned for my first « date » with Jake, but at least he was here with me. When he texted me he was downstairs, I saw him through the window standing in front of the door, cigarette in hand, looking at his phone with the other, waiting for a reply. A sheepish smile spread on my face as I took my phone out of my pocket. It was amusing to watch his reaction to my message, all smiles and chuckles as he was texting me to hurry up before he starts freezing to death.

- C'mon, said Jake while we were sitting in the cab. At least give me a clue.

- Well, let me see... No.

Jake let his back dramatically fall on the leather seat, raising his hands in disbelief.

- If we're going shopping then you should've ask Josh to join us because-

- No !, I panicked when I thought I saw his hand reach his phone. No, just us today. You said you missed spending time together.

My voice was a whisper while I kept my eyes on the streets we were passing by, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. The window's reflection, however, betrayed me, showing me Jake's figure nod slightly, as if he understood. He wouldn't have to wait much longer anyway because the cab was pulling over already, telling me the course's price. Jake's impatient self didn't let me any chance to react however, paying for us and getting out of the car in an instant, while I sat there with my wallet in hand asking myself what had just happened. The moment I stepped out the freezing air hugging me tightly made me regret not bringing gloves, or a scarf, or even a beanie. I wanted to punch myself for being an airhead but I sucked it in because we couldn't go back now, and complaining was out of the question. This day was about Jake, not me. Letting my sleeves cover my hands as much as they could, we started walking, the long haired boy by my side becoming more and more confused as time passed.

- Oh now I know, he said as the first cabins were in sight.

As we slowly approached, fragrances emanating the small Christmas market in front of us came caressing our nostrils, filling our lungs with savoury scents such as cinnamon and sugar. A few people were there, whether with their significant other or their family, all looking as joyous as the merchants.

- It's probably not as big as it is in your hometown, but it's still decent.

Jake called my name, making me stop on my tracks to turn my head at him.

- It's perfect, he reassured me.

We shared a smile, entering the miniature city were wooden cabins were neatly aligned next to each other and facing themselves, selling anything from homemade winter food to handcrafted toys and jewelry. Even if Christmas was over already, the market was a bit of an event for passerbys, whether they were inhabitants or foreign tourists. It looked charming, didn't seem like it cost the city a lot, and it made profit, so win-win situation in every way, which was the reason why they kept it going for a little bit longer than needed. And I understood why when I saw Jake's face, completely in awe with every thing he noticed, even though he was the one who was used to it. It was a cute sight, he kept calling my name every once in a while to excitedly show me home decoration he never saw before, or miniature handcrafted guitar replicas resting in their tiny stands, telling me which one was Hendrix's and which one was Clapton's. For the whole time since we got here, Jake genuinely looked like nothing was on his mind except fun. A wave of relief came through me, making me sigh in happiness. We were together, just the two of us, having a blast, and he wasn't thinking about his breakup. So far, things were going so well. Except for the (not so much) insignificant memories of our kiss that kept flashing on the blank screen of my mind like subliminal images. It was like a movie was playing in my head, only as background noise, while the other parts of my brain kept doing their work, barely noticing it. Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did. This was the absolute worst time for acting all awkward. If Jake realized I was, he will put one and one together and he'll be the uneasy one. I needed a distraction. And I just found the perfect one.

- Hey, Jake, I called without looking, what do you think ?

Raising his head from the rings stand he was focusing on, the boy briefly searched me through the small groups of people, coming closer and glancing in the direction I was looking.

- Have you ever done it before ?, he said without glancing away.

- Have you ?

We turned to face each other, exchanging a challenging look.

- Come on ! Try to reach my hand at least !

- I'm trying !

Shaky on his feet, Jake stubbornly kept on gripping the hem of the wooden hoop delimiting the track. So it turned out it was his first time ice skating after all. Who would have thought ? The boy was the one telling Mandy and I his hometown was basically a giant Christmas market but he apparently never learned how to ice skate. And it was hilarious to watch. Now I wasn't a professionnal myself so I initially planned on not making fun of him but for once he looked so ridiculous I couldn't help it. Jake was usually that guy who knew how to do absolutely anything, and in addition to it, excelled on it. There was no way I was going to let this golden opportunity pass. While I was waiting for him leaning on the wooden barrier, his handsome self was taking baby steps, bending over so much he was almost completely folded in half, pulling himself with the help of the barrier to move forward.

- You look constipated.

- Just wait until I get there and I'll kick your ass !

- Yeah, I'll come back in a week or so to check on you.

His laugh got the last of his energy and he let himself fall on the ice, defeated, throwing his arms in the air in surrender. I understood it was my cue to go help him out. With wobbly legs, I slid his way, trying to keep my balance because overwise Jake would make a show of poking fun at me for falling too. Having made sure my position was bringing me enough support, I offered Jake my hand to help him on his feet. And boy it wasn't an easy task. We almost tripped over, one of his legs was sliding away on the ice, and the guitarist was heavier than it seemed, but we got it eventually. Not confident in the slightest, Jake got my hand firmly in his, letting me lead the way, eyes going from my face to his feet, looking somewhat proud he was at least going somewhere. His undying enthusiasm was so endearing, it never failed to make me smile. Wanting to make the most of this experience, I turned on my heels to face him, taking his other hand in mine, skating backwards, a little faster now. Even though his legs were still stiff, the firm grasp he had on my fingers relaxed a bit, and he was standing almost straight now, trusting me to pull him around the track. The few people around weren't bothered by us at all wading around, circling us and not paying attention, which helped putting us at ease.

- Alright I'll let you slide alone now, try to come to me.

Reluctantly, Jake let go of my fingers, trying to find a stability by himself, while I stayed at a safe distance to prevent him from falling against the hard surface. The boy wiggled a bit but eventually found his balance, slowly skating my way with an arm reaching to me, a proud and boyish smile on his face. However, impatient to get here, he caught my hand too fast and too abruptly, pulling me close to him, making our bodies collide into one another, legs tangling and sliding awkwardly together as we both tried to stay on our feet, grabbing onto one another. We paused, making sure we weren't slipping anymore, and Jake was the first to let out a sigh.

- Man I didn't realize it was so hard. You alright doll ?

His warm breath caressed my cheek, and his rough voice my ears. It's only when I raised my head to look at him that I noticed how close we were. My hands were still tightly holding his coat around the shoulders, while his arms had wrapped themselves on the small of my back, keeping me safe in his embrace. Just a look at his warm brown eyes and his blushed cheeks and I already forgot what was the question. I just studied his flushed face, from his cute beauty mark to his plump lips... There was no mistake that he caught me doing it, but instead of speaking up to lighten the mood, Jake stood still, the only moving thing his eyes, observing me through dark eyelashes, leisurely settling his gaze on my lips... And in this moment more than any other, I really wanted to kiss him. To hell with being friends, to hell with everything, my only wish was to feel his lips against mine once again. Jake didn't let me the time to give it much more thought however, because one of his hands left my back to reach my face, making me instinctively close my eyes.

Gently, his clothed digits brushed my hair, then the tip of my nose.

- There was a snowflake..., Jake muttered.

Feeling bashful that my naive self betrayed my thoughts, I glanced at him through my eyelashes, biting the inside of my cheek. That's when I saw it. A tiny, tiny snowflake, carefully landing on one of Jake's brown locks. We raised our heads, witnessing the first snow of the year after a long and dry Winter, smiles adorning our rosy visages. The boy took my hand, leading the way the best he could.

- Come, let's resume our tour before the snow starts settling.

Walking around with my arms crossed over my chest in order to keep me warm didn't go unnoticed by Jake, who started being concerned about me before I even got to answer his question. And not only did he rubbed my sides in order to provide heat, he also removed his beanie to put it on my head, shoving it up to my eyebrows and making sure it covered my ears. It felt good, being pampered like this. I must've looked so small, face all red from the cold with Jake stroking my back. He even had the idea to get us hot chocolate, which was the best we had all day. We quietly sat on a bench, watching the snow fall, blowing on our hot beverage to cool it down. The moment the carton cup got in contact with my numb hands, all my body woke up, heat circulating everywhere inside. There was nothing like hot chocolate in Winter, it was so comforting. And having this moment shared with Jake made everything better. Stealing a glance, I observed his lean frame quietly sipping on his drink, before he noticed me and lifted his head, eyebrows raised with a quizzical look on his face, chocolate mustache all over his upper lip. That made me snicker, while the idiot still pretended he didn't know what was going on.

- Why are you laughing ? Is snow that funny ? Do you know how people will have to work hard to shovel the roads tomorrow ?

- Stop it, I breathed between loud chuckles.

- Stop what ?

With the only purpose of making me laugh some more, he got closer, big proud smile on his lips, shoving his new mustache to my face.

- Oh my god Jake wipe your mouth, I can't-

- Is there something on my face ?

Gulping down some of my hot beverage, it was my time looking silly, abruptly turning to him for dramatic effect, already feeling the chocolate on my upper lip drip lower. Now it was Jake who was calling my name, while we cackled like two idiots. A couple of old folks passed us by, seemingly amused by our childish behaviour, like everytime we were together.

- It looks so gross, he commented.

- How dare you talk about my mustache like that, sir.

- Your « mustache » is smeared all over the place, doll.

That made us come to the agreement that it was time for both our respective mustaches to go. And like a child, I didn't have a say in Jake's decision to wipe my mouth himself. We continued our tour, feeling warmer and more energetic now, pointing at everything and closely examining each Christmas light or clothes we found in our way. Sellers were all in a genuinely good mood, happiness communicating from one another, proudly offering us a taste of their food, or explaining how they carved wooden sculptures and what paint they used. Some of them even called us, asking if we wanted to come have a look at their stand and we obliged, even without buying anything, just to have a small chat with the men and women standing in their cabins wrapped in big comfy sweaters, sticking to the heater.

- Hello there !, one of them called, Looking for anything in particular ? I have beautiful scarves for your girlfriend.

Oh, I figured it might happen. It wasn't the first time, nor wouldn't be the last that someone had or will mistake a friend and I for a couple. So of course, the rule applied to Jake too. And given the romantic feelings I arbored for him, some people must have felt it. Things like these showed. It wasn't something one could explain, it was just... in the air. In the soft gestures, the smiles, and the languid looks. Not wanting to make Jake feel embarrassed, I tried to clear the misunderstanding.

- We're not-

- Do you have this one in purple ?

Much to my surprise, the boy didn't care at all. Or most likely he didn't even seem to catch it. He just went nearer to the stand, perfectly unperturbated by the fact that the man believed we were an item. As my sheepiness was reaching another level, I shyly took a step forward to stand next to Jake, trying to focus on his next purchase without asking myself if we both looked like a real, credible couple. The seller who had took a step back to look at the model Jake had asked returned with the scarf, handing it to him to feel the material, adressing me a polite smile while he took off his wallet to pay. We had just said our goodbyes and wished him a nice day when Jake wrapped my neck with a soft, fluffy purple scarf, tying it at the front to make sure I stayed warm.

- Remember when I told you I'll find a way to repay you for the flyers ? I hope this'll do.

My hands took his, preventing him from whatever he was doing with the scarf.

- Jake I... This is too much, I didn't invite you to buy me things. To be honest it was supposed to make you feel better, but...

Stuttering, trying to find a way to express what I wanted to do and fumbling with my words, they finally died on my throat, leaving me in front of a very confused Jake, brows furrowed. I let out a small sigh through my nose, now fearing to have fucked up somewhere without exactly knowing where. Is he upset ? And if so, why, he looked depressed, I wanted to help, and he was smiling all day so why be upset ? Or was there something I missed ?

- To make me feel better ?, he parroted.

Much to my relief, he didn't sound mad, just genuinely confused about the whole situation, like my mind was a code he was trying to crack. Still not knowing how to formulate my thoughts without him taking it the wrong way (for some reason, you never know), I stayed silent, until he spoke up.

- About Mina ? Listen doll, if this is about that, I'm not sad. I was, but as I told you, I'm over it already. Maybe it sounds fast, I don't know, I had a lot of time to think about it, and I'm good. Honesrly.

What ?

- You are ?

- Yeah, he chuckled. Why ? What went through your head ?

Oh no, it was so embarrassing. I could hear all the little persons making my brain work screaming and setting everything on fire, giving in to panic, letting me in my awkward mode to face Jake.

- You uhm... You looked elsewhere, so I figured...

Surprisingly, it was Jake's turn to look perfectly uncomfortable, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink than they already were, refusing to meet me in the eye, shifting awkwardly on his feet. The long haired boy cleared his throat.

- Yeah, there's something on my mind actually, but it's... a pleasant something. Don't worry about it. I appreciate your concern, anyway. Thanks. It was a really good idea.

The change of topic was sudden but effective, his bright smile too, and even if I noticed, I didn't push the matter. What was going on in his mind wasn't any of my business. Glad that we cleared that misunderstanding, we continued walking, taking our time to leave the Christmas market to call an Uber to ride us home. It was quiet, only the sound of our feet mashing the snow accompanied us, yet it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, it was a comfortable silence, the one when you just enjoy the other's company, and where no words were needed. My red and shaky fingers kept grabbing the hem of my sleeves to cover them, which Jake managed to notice. Without saying anything, he took my hand.

- You must be freezing, he muttered. Here, let's share.

Before I knew what was going on, Jake had removed one of his gloves for me to borrow, and warmth instantly tickled my skin.

- Give me your other hand.

Raising an arm to him, the boy took it in his bare one, carefully putting them deep into his jacket pocket, sheltering them from the cold air. We stayed close to one another like that, resuming our walking, fingers tangled into his pocket, hidden from the outside world like they were in their own little hideway. My thumping heart accelerating my pulse must've resonating through my fingers, but I didn't dare to move an inch, relishing each second our skin touched like it was the last one.

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 years

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Fall

Pairing: None at the moment, eventual College!Bucky x Reader Word Count: 1960 Summary: Reader is introduced to the friend group Warnings: The pining has begun A/N: This is the second chapter of Boys Like you. Masterlist Here / Series Masterlist Taglist: @frenchzodiacgirl @johnnynunzio @all-art-is-useless @necromaniackat @sunflwerstark

Early morning alarms, blankets too warm to leave, a tinge of regret at the choice for a 9am class. Rustling of unorganized clothes, quick application of mascara and a hint of gloss, a cup of coffee in one hand and bag thrown over the other shoulder. Scurrying feet of people excited to start their first week of college, sluggish walk of those ready to get the year over with.

A bubble of anticipation as more chairs scraped against the floor, a need for the caffeinated drink that was almost gone, an observing gaze taking in every person. Mixed group of kids, some obviously freshman, a few looking like they were seniors probably needing another elective to graduate. A few cliqued together groups already forming: a few cheerleaders sitting together in the back, the group of nerds front and center, an oddly pretty blonde football player sitting to the right of the middle with presumably friends starting to sit around him.

They were intriguing more than anything as they filed in. The blonde sported a Letterman jacket that had “ "Captain” Rogers" on it, a girl with fiery red hair wearing all black, from the boots to her leather jacket plopping into the seat next to him, hand moving to ruffle his hair. Next was a tall man with a sharp stubbled jawline that exuded warmth, oddly followed by your dormmate Wanda, a gorgeous dark skinned girl that had flowing dark brown locks that curled naturally and perfectly and seemed like the type to keep to herself.

Finally was a boy who was far too handsome for his own good, bright blue eyes that were easily noticeable across the room, long dark brown hair pulled back into a low bun. A pair of grey sweatpants that hugged his thighs perfectly, a plain white t shirt, and his letterman jacket that read “Barnes”. His brooding demeanor quickly diminished when he saw him friends, breaking into a breathtaking grin, sitting behind the blonde.

Half a mind to go over there, the opportunity was ceased as the professor walked in, introducing himself as Dr.Strange and welcoming everyone to “A Walk Through World’s History”. An eccentric but strict and respectable man, one you easily found yourself respecting and wanting to please and impress.

Class went on smoothly, syllabus handed out, class introductions where thankfully anxiety didn’t get the best of you. The brunette introduced himself as “James, but everyone calls me Bucky”, and it was already decided that Wanda would be getting questioned about her friend. It was hard not to steal glances of him, but it was the first day of class and falling heads over heels for someone like him was not the best idea. It was difficult however with the teeth pulling redundancy of how first days went. It would be easier next class to not get distracted, there would be something to focus on, hopefully.

Classes melted together in their repetitive nature; “Hi. I’m your professor. Who are you? Alright next. Okay, so now for the syllabus.” A sigh of relief as the last class of Mondays was over and a hint of annoyance when the whole week ended up just as repetitive. It was expected, every first week of school is the worst to get through, easier to watch paint dry than to sit in a chair for hours being told and retold and lectured on policies and procedures of the college and classroom.

Friday held a beautiful forecast, the sun setting a warmth in the air as clouds danced across the sky, a slight breeze that made being outside all the more welcoming. Perfect weather to explore the campus or grab a blanket and watch movies until the dark of night. But that’s not what Wanda had planned.

A night earlier in the week spent rearranging the room, beds on either side of the room with both dresser at the foot of one and both desks at the end of the other. The two of you had set up a television and a few game systems which you assumed was for the two of you to relax. Except Wanda was more social than she seemed.

Nothing wrong with having friends over, but nothing could have prepared you for the group of kids that walked in as all the weeks homework was sprawled out on the bed and laptop open to some YouTube video, various snack wrappers littered on the mess as well. A slight feel of embarrassment as the group of Wanda’s friends from Dr.Strange’s class walked in.

Each and everyone one greeted Wanda before finding various places to sit in the slightly too small space. Quickly moving to clean up, a move too fast had you bumping into someone, looking up to see the brunette from class, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Got everything, doll?” He asked, not letting you answer before helping you clean your bed off as his friends started catching up on what happened over the brief few hours they didn’t see each other.

He ignored your insisting that you had it, throwing trash away and stacking you papers neatly on your desk. “I’m Bucky by the way,” he smiled.

“Oh, uh, I’m (Y/N). Here sit, sorry Wanda kinda sprung it on me last minute that she invited you all over.” A mumbled apology as you fixed yourself on the bed, covering yourself up and grabbing your phone.

“Its all good really. You hungry?” He asked pulling his phone out.

“I uh- kinda? I can always eat.”

Bucky turned to look at his friends, “You assholes want pizza?” A chorus of agreements as his bright blue eyes turned to look at you. “What kind, doll?”

A night that ended up being more fun than anticipated. Anxiety fueled decisions kept any bad mistakes from being made. But with every passing moment an ache to be a little closer to Bucky would persist.

Throughout the night you grew to learn a little about everyone. Steve was the quarterback of the football team and a sweet little Christian boy who was a junior, along with the rest of his friends. They knew Wanda because of Sam, who played soccer with Wanda’s twin Pietro, and may also be the person Wanda had a crush on but that was something not yet confirmed. The pretty redhead was Natasha, a child of Russian immigrant parents who grew up on the rougher side of town and had a mean exterior, but was a softie at heart.

Then Bucky. Real name James, but he adopted the name Bucky, a shortened version of his middle name. He was a junior, majoring in pre-law with a minor in business. He could speak fluent Romanian and Russian. And was a ladies man.

It was obvious really, but something about the confirmation made a tinge of pain fill your chest. He was so sweet and gentlemanly, a kind and courteous nature with an almost mysterious smile making every girl wonder what he could be hiding. It would be so easy to fall for him.

A silent promise to yourself as they all left, you wouldn’t become another notch in his belt. Despite the dazzling smile he gave you, and the warm hug, the thanks for letting them intrude, the slide of his (and the rest of the groups) number into your palm with a lingering touch. You wouldn’t be his next prey. Your mother warned you of boys like him.

The sound of way too earlier alarms for a Saturday morning, the smell of coffee brewing, the warmth of the sun creeping in through the blinds, a groan as you turned to your dorm mate who was already wide awake on reading a book.

“Good Morning!” She chirped at you, eyes never leaving her book.

“Why’re you up so early?” Another groan as you say up, stretching the last bit of sleep from your muscles.

“Well, me and the rest of the group decided that every Saturday morning we’d all have breakfast together. And per someone’s request who I am not allowed to say, I was to wake you up and see if you wanted to join us.” Wanda finished her sentence as she sat her book down on her night stand. “Care to join the living for a quick breakfast before all of them head to practice?”

A soft sigh as you grabbed your phone, checking the time to read 7:30 am. “How long do I have?”

“We’re meeting them at 8:30, figured I’d give you enough time to shower if you wanted.”

A soft nod as you stood. “Sure, but,” a playful glare sent her way, “Next time, I’ll hide your phone charger so I can sleep in.”

A soft melody of a giggle, “Noted. Now go get ready.”

A warm shower that wasn’t quite long enough, a quick application of mascara and lip gloss, a warm fuzzy light blue sweater and a pair of black high waisted jeans, worn out converse - perfect way to start the morning of an all too chilly summer Saturday. Wanda led the way as the two of you chatted, it was becoming easier to call her your friend. Sure she was from a more wealthy family, and could sometimes be a pain, but she was down to earth and genuine with every word.

It had only been a week and she was already pushing you to be out of your shell. A passing comment you thought that went unnoticed about hoping to find more than one friend this semester and she had already introduced you to a whole group. A good hearted, strong souled girl you couldn’t help but admire.

Walking into the food hall, the groups of varsity jacketed boys was quick to find, heading in their direction. This time Wanda’s brother was there as well as a smaller boy. Standing off to the side awkwardly you watched as Wanda tousled her brothers hair, standing behind him for a moment before hugging him while he sat. “Is the white hair helping you get any like you hoped?” She teased, earning a laugh from everyone in the group.

A prayer that Wanda would acknowledge your existence again was cut off by a warm hand on your shoulder, turning your attention you saw Bucky, smiling warmly. “Hey, (Y/N/N),” he hummed softly. “Since Wanda is preoccupied - Hey, Pete,” the smaller boy look up from his plate of food, smiling softly, “That’s Peter, hes the kicker for the football team. And the boy with silver hair is Peitro, Wanda’s twin brother who you will very quickly come to learn it 7 minutes and 42 seconds younger than her. She pulls it a lot. Hes on the soccer team, not sure what position though.”

The warm smile never left his lips as he pulled his hand away. “Go grab your food, you can sit next to me when you get back.”

A breakfast that quickly reminded you of breakfast at home, laughter and grumbled groans of tiredness, too much food and a warmth that just embodied happiness. Jokes and smiles, everyone stealing off of each others plates.

The insistent nagging in your ear to remind you not to glance of Bucky too often, the flutter of your heart you tried to ignore whenever his leg would briefly touch yours. A slight blush when he was so kind as to even take your plate and clean up your mess without even asking.

As the group begin to leave, Steve came up to you, a soft welcoming smile on his face. “You don’t have to be a stranger in class now, mkay?” His voice has a slight tease to it. “You’re one of us now. And don’t let Barnes scare you off.”

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Charming Instruction

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: You were just an average, everyday college student desperately trying to graduate. Only one more year stood between you and that celebratory walk. However, due to an oversight by your adviser, it seemed that the one class you never wanted to take was required to take that walk. It wasn’t the subject matter that made you uncomfortable. It was the teacher. Your heart sped up every time you saw him and you didn’t want that distraction in your life, attractive or not. With meeting him now an inevitability, you swore that you would keep your hormones in check. But after your first day of class, a series of hi jinks and weird situations lead you to discovering the secret of your professor and why he seemed to bombard your every thought.

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Your heart was still racing when you closed the door to your apartment. Raising your hand to your chest, you felt the drum beat keep a steady pace that was well above its normal rhythm.

He’d almost kissed you. He’d almost kissed you.

That had to be what he was doing, right? With the closed eyes and forehead touch? And, oh, god, did you want him to kiss you. How many times had your imagination fluttered in that direction when you weren’t keeping it in check?

Gemma and Cam were lounging on the couch watching some drama on the television and hadn’t caught on to your presence until now. The former tilted her head at you, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, jumping up from her spot and walking over to you. Out of instinct, she reached out and placed the back of her hand against your cheek. “Why are you so warm? Are you getting sick?”

You shook your head adamantly. “No, I’m fine.”

Taking a step back, Gemma smirked. “Okay, I know we silently agreed to not bring it up anymore, but did something happen with Junie?”

“O-oh, n-no, I, um, I just – no, you see-” Coherency apparently was a skill that had now left you entirely. An efficient enough lie couldn’t be conjured up and you were stuck as a stuttering mess.

Cam was giggling into her mug over on the cough, smartly pressing her lips together and keeping her comments to herself. You threw her a glare, but stayed quiet, knowing that whatever biting remark you could come up with would just come out choppy and useless.

“Did he kiss you?” Gemma asked excitedly.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you shook your head. “No. But he almost did.”

Your admission cause Cam to accidentally swallow her drink down the wrong pipe, throwing her into a coughing fit. When she was finally able to breathe again, she screeched, “What do you mean he ‘almost did’?”

You started fidgeting with your fingernails, absentmindedly digging out the nonexistent dirt from underneath them. “Well, he was leaning in, but then a couple walking their dog came by, so he pulled back.”

Gemma and Cam gave you identical dumbfounded looks. It was actually quite comical, but you were able to hold back the chuckle building in your throat.

“So, basically, what you’re saying is that he didn’t want to be seen kissing you? Like he was embarrassed?” Cam inferred with a particularly curtly tone. She even slammed her mug down on the side table for emphasis.

You wanted to argue that that wasn’t the case. At least, you were pretty sure that wasn’t the case. They didn’t know that “Junie” was actually your professor and if he’d been seen kissing a student by the wrong person, he’d be in boiling hot water. And even if you were brave enough to confess that little secret to Gemma and Cam, you couldn’t be entirely sure how they’d take it. Cam might smirk at the sneakiness and forbidden aspects of it all, but you could only guess how Gemma would take it. You’d didn’t think she’d exactly be jumping up and down with excitement.

“I don’t think he was embarrassed,” you said meekly. “I think it was just the surprise at the couple’s presence. We were at the park and there wasn’t anyone else there at first.”

“Hm,” Cam pursed her lips, giving you the feeling that she didn’t entirely believe it. “Okay.” She narrowed her eyes at you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just a little flustered, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Gemma patted your head gently. “Okay. Just let us know if you need us to kick his butt.”

That truly managed to make you laugh. While you could see Cam really trying to throw a punch at Junmyeon’s face, you couldn’t imagine for a second the gentle Gemma trying anything to physically harm him. She’d probably instead start lecturing him on the possible psychological damage his actions could have caused you. That was much more her style.

“Thank you,” you smiled at your friends. “But I’m okay. I promise. He’s not going to do anything.”

You actually believed that last sentence. What happened back at the park was probably just a fluke, brought on by the heavy subject the two of you were engaged in. Junmyeon probably didn’t actually want to kiss you because he liked you in that way. He had a mate to find, remember? It was easy to get caught up in the moment. That couple was actually your saving grace, keeping the two of you from doing something you would regret. Yes, that was it.

At least, that’s what you would keep telling yourself.

Junmyeon was anticipating seeing you in class today. He wanted to see you again. He wanted to see if he could get you to agree to meet up with him, maybe take you for a run in his wolf form. You’d turned him down last time, but maybe he could persuade you.

Just a little bit of alone time, that’s all he was asking for. A place where you wouldn’t be interrupted, where he wouldn’t be scared of being seen by the wrong person. A place where he could build up the courage to try and kiss you again.

Maybe his plans were getting too elaborate.

He was sure he was getting close to being able to tell you everything. Hearing the way your heart was beating as he leaned in last night was a beautiful melody that he would never get tired of listening to for the rest of his life. And you would have let him kiss your lips. That was the strike that lit up his little match of hope after you’d been pulling away from him.

There was a lightness in Junmyeon’s steps as he headed towards the classroom. Sure, he was an idiot, but wasn’t everyone a fool in love?

Yeah, he could definitely say he was falling in love you. He felt elated when he could make you smile. He loved watching that sparkle in your eye when you were mesmerized by his family’s artifacts. The way you would clam up when you were flustered or the way you could read into the cultural significance of the fairytales he was lecturing on. You paid attention and listened to him on a level that he wasn’t used to. He wanted to get to know every single facet of who you were and fall deeper in.

You were already there when Junmyeon walked into the classroom. He nearly exploded when he saw that you were back in your front row seat, materials out and ready to start the period. No one else was around you and the other students that were scattered among the room were too busy talking to each other or scrolling through their phones to pay too much attention.

As calmly as he could, he walked up to you, earning your curious gaze when he reached the long, curved table where you sat.

“Can I see you after class?” he whispered. When you nodded, he simply smiled before walking back to his desk.

He was practically bouncing with anticipation throughout the whole lecture. It was a stupid thing to be excited about, but he couldn’t help it. Part of him always expected to be rejected whenever he asked you about staying back or meeting up with him. But you never told him no once he was finally able to ask. You would avoid him at times, not giving him the chance to say one word, but hopefully those times were behind him.

As class came to an end, you continued to just sit there in your seat as all the other students filed out. Junmyeon busied himself at his desk, pretending to go over lecture notes and piling up the quizzes he’d collected at the beginning of the hour.

“You wanted to see me?”

With his back still to you, Junmyeon smiled widely. Your voice was quiet and unsure and he couldn’t help but find it adorable. Turning around after he was able to get his face under control, he started, “I was, um-” he cleared his throat. Smooth, Junmyeon. “I was just wondering if you had any plans Friday afternoon.”

You frowned guiltily. “Well, yeah, actually I do. Midterms are next week, so I’ll be spending the weekend studying. I have a big test on Monday.”

Junmyeon deflated. He’d completely forgotten about that crucial part of the semester, second only to finals. “Oh, right. Hm.” Racking is brain, he tried to come up with some sort of solution. The next meeting outside of the classroom would have to be on your terms. “May I see your phone?”

“M-my phone?” you stammered.

He chuckled. “Yes. The cellular device you used to talk and text.”

By the look on your face, you didn’t entirely appreciate his comment, but you fished your phone out from your back pocket, unlocking it before handing it over. Junmyeon quickly added in his contact information before giving it back to you.

“There,” he sighed. “Now if you find yourself a little bored or needing a break from studying, you can get ahold of me. I’ll be free all weekend, if you change your mind.”

Your eyes were wide, filled with innocent surprise. “Okay…. I’ll, um, let you know. I should head to my next class now.”

“Of course.” Junmyeon watched as you hurriedly ran up the steps, tripping only once as you dashed away. The chuckle bubbling up in his chest couldn’t be held back anymore as he piled the papers scattered on the desk together and left the lecture hall.

Since he didn’t have another class until later in the afternoon, he headed back to his office to get started on grading the ever growing pile of quizzes that he’d been putting off. It took him a good hour and a half to get through the multiple classes’ worth of grading and plug the results into the school’s site. His eyes were beginning to glaze over and he was already looking forward to when he could head home.

Knock, knock, knock.

Junmyeon perked up at the sound. Did you, perhaps, change your mind to come see him?

“Come in,” he called out, hurrying to clear out the papers from his desk.

But it wasn’t you that slowly walked through the door.

It was Soomi.

Standing up from his desk, Junmyeon rushed over to the door, glancing up and down the hallway to make sure it was empty from any nosy gossipers before closing the door and turning back around.

“Soomi, I told you-”

She put up a hand to stop him. “I’m not here for that. I’m here on business.”

“Business?” Junmyeon frowned. He walked back to his desk, sitting down taking off his glasses. “What do you mean?”

Soomi didn’t sit down, opting instead to keep standing, arms folded across her stomach. She sighed. “Nia had a vision.”

Junmyeon couldn’t understand what was so important about those four little words. “Who’s Nia?”

“She’s my trainee,” Soomi explained. “She’s one of the few among the witches that can receive visions without casting a spell.”

“They just come to her?” Junmyeon didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

“Yes,” Soomi confirmed. “Poor thing still isn’t able to completely handle them when they come on nor be able to control them. We’re working with her on them, but it’s still touch and go.”

Junmyeon nodded sympathetically. “And what did Nia see?”

“Something is coming.” The way Soomi lowered her voice and stared at Junmyeon made the hair on his arms stand up.

“What’s coming?”

Soomi shook her head. “Nia couldn’t see. It all came in flashes, she said. She couldn’t get a clear grasp on what she was seeing. But there was strong emotion with it. Fear, terror, the need to protect. She collapsed after it was over, the vision was so forceful. Something is coming for the pack and you must be prepared.”

There wasn’t anything Junmyeon could really say. A vague notion didn’t give them a good foundation on how to proceed. Until there was more information, there was very little they could do to prepare.

“I appreciate the warning,” Junmyeon sighed. “I’ll talk to the boys. I’m sure it won’t be anything that we can’t handle. We did take out a pack of hybrids.”

Soomi kept her gaze down, licking her lips as if she were trying to get the words she was holding back to slip out. She rounded the desk, carefully hopping up to sit on the now cleared table top. Taking Junmyeon’s hand in both of hers, she stayed quiet.

Junmyeon wanted to pull away, to tell Soomi to please get off his desk, but the gentleman in him just couldn’t find a nice way to say it. He’d instead let you say your piece and leave.

“Junmyeon,” she whispered, “I know you've found your mate, but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you just go away. I don’t want anything happen to you.”

“I appreciate that, Soomi.” Out of politeness, he squeezed her hand, before starting to pull away, “But, I think-”

“Junmyeon- oh.”

Shit.

Why did it have to be you?

Why did you have to make stupid decisions? Let yourself hope on useless things?

It had seem at like a good idea at the time. Yes, Junmyeon had give you his number, but it felt a little silly to text or call when you could just… see him.

So, after your second class of the day, you headed off to the professor’s building, telling yourself that if he wasn’t there then you would text him. You were sure you could carve out the time to spend a little of Saturday afternoon with whatever he’d had in mind. At first, you’d thought that maybe you’d see if Saturday morning would work, but you knew that if you did block out the morning from him, you’d be too tempted to spend the entire day with him.

When you reached Junmyeon’s office, you hadn’t been thinking that he might not be alone. The sign outside his door didn’t indicate he was with another student so, like an idiot, you just opened the door. And your heart didn’t just sink.

It cracked into a million pieces you didn’t believe would ever be put back together again.

Soomi was sitting on Junmyeon’s desk, holding his hand while looking down at him with that look you knew all too well.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I should have knocked.”

Junmyeon jumped up from his seat. “No, (y/n), wait-”

You didn’t stick around to hear whatever explanation he’d felt the urge to give you. You didn’t need one. It was none of your business and you needed to get out of there before either of them saw you break.

Once out of the building, you didn’t stop running. Only when you reached the crosswalk off of school grounds were you finally forced to stop. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you wanted to just sprint out into the street to get to the other side, in case someone actually decided to come after you. The chances of that happening were slim to none, but you let the thought linger anyway.

Safe inside your apartment, you threw yourself down on your bed and let the tears flow free.

For the next several days, you just stayed there in bed. Not even the urgency of midterms could coax you out of your room and onto campus grounds. You only crawled out of bed when your roommates were gone to use the bathroom and grab snacks so you didn’t starve to death. Other than that, you simply lied there and stared at the wall, playing the scene of Junmyeon and Soomi over and over. Your phone rang several times, but you never answered it or even bothered to look to see who it was. You had a pretty good inkling and you didn’t feel like talking to him.

“(y/n)?”

It was Friday night and Cam and Gemma had more than caught on to the fact that something was wrong. Both of them tiptoed into your room and sat as carefully as they could on the bed.

“Hey,” Gemma greeted softly. You barely peeked out from under your covers. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

You shook your head, too ashamed that you were falling into the same pattern of hopelessness that you’d experienced your freshman year, only this was a hundred times worse. Back then, you saw the light at the end of the tunnel, you just had to pick yourself up and walk towards it. This time you felt like you were lost in a cold, dark cave with no idea which way led out.

“We’re going to go to a party,” Cam informed you as she rubbed your leg in a motherly fashion over the covers. “I think you should go with us. Maybe take your mind off of whatever happened?”

“I don’t think a party is the solution,” you grumbled.

“Not a solution,” Gemma chimed in. “Simply a momentary distraction. Why not show the world that you’re strong and don’t let temporary setbacks or people who aren’t important keep you from living your life?”

With a huff, you flipped the covers off of your top half, letting you stare at your friends. “I’m not a huge supporter of drinking away your problems.”

Cam shook her head, “That’s not-”

Flinging up into a sitting position, you stopped her, “But, this one time, I can give into to the idea and live a little like a college student for one night.”

The grins that grew on your roommate’s face were scary and almost made you change your mind, but you couldn’t go back out now. You’d tried the wallowing around in bed doing nothing and that didn’t really work to ease your pain. So why not try the other extreme? You’d already had your heart broken. What was the worst that could happen?

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #exo supernatural au #exo scenarios #exo series #junmyeon x reader #kim junmyeon #Suho #Charming Instruction #untamed wolf universe

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Girl your recent soulmate AU fic!! It was…Poetic Cinema. The hurt/comfort. The pining and smitten Jake. Amy’s “You were worth the wait.” Gosh everything about it was so beautiful. I love it a lot! If you don’t mind, would you write a fic of when they’re talking about soulmates? The line where Amy reminds Jake that he’s felt his soulmate since he was 7 intrigued me and I’d love to read how that convo went. Love your writing and can’t wait to read what you write next!

HIIIIIIIIIII THIS IS KINDA LATE BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT

anyways it got angstier than i meant it to?? also originally in my head there wasn’t really any one solid conversation where they talked this through - i kind of imagined it as amy slowly gathering information up over the years as jake peppers little comments into otherwise-unrelated conversations if that makes sense. i did always intend for amy to talk about this at some point in this canon - originally, jake only overheard her talking to terry and rosa about it, but i also really liked the angst potential of jake kind of skirting the subject with her and her coming out and saying this without realizing who exactly she’s talking to.

that’ll make more sense when you read it lmao

anyways the first part is set in the captain mcginley years, and the second part is like...their third or fourth date (bc i’m apparently incapable of leaving perfectly good angst as-is in this au)

His chest feels heated with the intensity of her frustration.

It’s been going on all morning - growing stronger by the hour - and if he weren’t so exhausted and hungover from his evening out with Rosa and Charles the night before, he might have the wherewithal to worry.

As it is, he contents himself with the fresh coffee wafting out of the paper cup in his hand and the knowledge that he’s only fifteen minutes late today instead of his standard thirty.

Amy’s voice reaches him the moment the elevator doors slide open, and he can’t help himself - he grimaces into his cup. Because he recognizes that tone: lofty, arrogant, know-it-all lecturer, at the absolute peak of her soap box in the break room. Her conviction is a burning ember glowing bright inside his chest; through the partially opened blinds he sees her standing near the vending machines, turned inward toward the table where Rosa and Terry are held captive, face scrunched just so the way it does when she’s in the midst of a debate.

Inwardly, he sighs.

Charles is waiting for him, hovering near his desk, gaze flitting between him and the break room with blatant nerves. “Hey,” he says, and though his tone is gentle, it grates against Jake’s head like nails to a chalkboard. “You hungover?”

“Yeah,” Jake grunts, letting his messenger’s bag fall from his shoulder and collapsing back into his seat in one movement. “What’s got her all riled up?”

“I don’t know, I just got here,” Charles settles in Jake’s guest chair and leans in, elbows planted on his knees, as if they’re sharing some big secret. “I think she’s talking about the nature of free will?”

“Wow,” Jake toggles his mouse until his computer screen lights up. “Sounds fascinating. Ya’ think closing that door will drown her out?”

“I doubt it. Jake,” Charles leans in closer and Jake pauses, fingers hovering over his keyboard. “I think it has to do with soulmates.”

He’s not certain - he has no way of being certain - but he’s pretty sure he manages to keep his composure despite the block of ice suddenly dropping into his gut. “Okay,” he says slowly - and blessedly, his voice remains steady. “Am I supposed to care about that?”

A look of bewilderment passes over Charles’ face, before indignation takes its place. “I know she’s your soulmate, Jake,” he hisses, leaning back as Jake jerks forward.

“Keep it down,” Jake hisses back, glancing over his shoulder at the break room. He can’t see her face but her voice is still carrying - and her emotions remain steady, not an ounce of shock among them. “How the hell do you know that?”

“You told me. Last night. After your fifth whiskey. Five-Drink-Jake is a chatterbox, I tell ya’ -”

“Does anyone else know? Rosa?”

“She was gone by then. Unless you told the cabbie on your way home, I’m the only one who knows.”

Jake huffs out a breath and drops his head, relief overwhelming for a moment, before snapping back to attention and leaning in closer. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“Jake -”

“I mean it, Boyle, no one can find out about this.”

“You have to -”

“I’m not ready for that yet, and it sounds like she isn’t, either.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the break room; Charles’ anguished gaze flits from his face to the door and back again. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

Charles stares for a moment, before his shoulders drop. “Y’know I’ve been looking for my soulmate for almost twenty years?” he says softly. “I’d give - I’d give anything to find them. And the minute I do find them...I don’t want to waste another second.”

He leans back in his seat - triumph filtering in through the earnestness - and Jake drops his gaze and bites out a sigh. “This is so not the time or place,” he mutters, “and I’m hungover as hell - I hate Drunk Jake.”

Charles snorts and prods his arm, forcing his chair to roll backwards. “Go,” he says, “Rosa and Terry just left, she’s alone in there.”

“Alright, alright,” Jake grumbles, hauling himself up to his feet and snatching his coffee cup off his desk before trotting off toward the break room.

She’s facing the vending machines when he steps inside, affording him a moment to just watch her shift her weight from foot to foot. The burning conviction he’d felt is still there, though less-pronounced now; she’s mostly consumed with deliberation, as if choosing what plastic-wrapped crap snack is the most healthy option for breakfast. She tilts her head to the right - likely trying to read the nutrition facts on the powdered donut packaging - and a lock of dark hair escaped from her pristine bun slips from behind her ear to lightly graze against the shoulder pad of her pantsuit jacket.

Oh, god, his soulmate wears pantsuits.

He turns his attention to the coffee table and clears his throat, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning in response to her genuine pulse of fear accompanying her quiet gasp. “I’d go for the jumbo honey bun,” he says as he measures out his cream. “Those are fresh. Vending machine dude just loaded ‘em in on Monday.”

“They’re also...half your recommended daily caloric intake,” she says; he allows himself to grin, now, because the amusement in her voice echoes ten times louder in his chest. “Honestly, it’s shocking that you’re such a high-functioning human being and not...constantly going into glucose-related shock.”

“Hey,” he turns his head and finds her staring at him, brows slightly furrowed, eyes lit. “You think I’m high-functioning?”

She rolls her eyes and turns back toward the vending machine, but he can still feel her struggling between amusement and exasperation. “I’d say you’re high-functioning for someone who puts his body through as much abuse as you do. High-functioning in general? That’s a whole different conversation.”

He laughs as he stirs his cream in - and a thrill crashes through him, one entirely unrelated to his own amusement. He glances over his shoulder to find her watching him, her grin somehow bright and half-hidden at once.

His heart skips a beat.

“So...I heard you in here talking to Terry and Rosa earlier.”

Her amusement fades fast; an odd mix of embarrassment and defensiveness take its place. “Yeah,” she says - and her voice is definitely guarded. “I just - uh, we were talking about soulmates. I guess I got a little loud.”

He leans back against the table, still stirring, watching her run her finger down the glass in an ill-fated attempt and seeming nonchalant. “I couldn’t hear what you were actually saying,” he says after a moment - and a minuscule pulse of relief bursts somewhere down in the pit of his belly. “I could just hear that you sounded kind of upset.”

He lets the statement hang, lets it ruminate in her mind. Dozens of emotions are flitting through his chest, so quickly it’s nearly dizzying; she braces a hand on the side of the vending machine and sighs, leaning forward until her forehead audibly clunks against the glass. “My brother...found his soulmate last night.”

Despite the fact that a distinct heaviness clings to both her words and his heart, he feels his brows rise toward his hairline instinctively. “Well that’s - that’s good, right? Isn’t...finding his soulmate a good thing?”

“In theory,” she grumbles; he winces in time with her own pulse of regret. “I mean, yeah, of course it is.” She turns slowly and leans backwards, until her shoulders press against the glass. “I just - it’s got me thinking, is all. He’s the fifth one of us to find his soulmate - it’s just me and two other brothers at this point.”

“And, what, you’re worried you’ll be the last one? Or that - that you’ll never find yours?”

“I’m just frustrated by the whole idea of soulmates in general.” she snaps. “I mean - think about it! Objectively speaking, the concept of two people who have never met before being, like, perfect for each other - or, or completing each other, being each other’s perfect half - whatever metaphor you wanna use! Objectively speaking, it’s completely screwed up! We want to believe that we as humans are afforded the right of basic free will, right? That our lives are anything we want them to be because we get to make our own decisions and choose our own paths, right? Well, if we don’t get to choose who we love - if some big cosmic entity just randomly pairs us all up, the idea of free will itself is a big sham! Who’s to say we don’t have soulmate jobs, or soulmate apartments, or soulmate clothes - who’s to say that any of our choices in life are our own?”

She’s breathing hard, the vending machine forgotten, and Jake’s struggling to remember how to form words. “I-I don’t - I don’t think it’s that deep, Santiago,” he manages to rasp. “It’s not like - it’s not like you’re losing some part of yourself when you find your soulmate. Look at Terry and Sharon. They just happened to meet at a random farmer’s market and they’ve been so happy ever since, but Terry never would have looked twice at her if he hadn’t felt her freak out when that guy stole her purse -”

“I just - I don’t want some random person I don’t know to come gallivanting into my life, thinking they’re entitled to some part of me, because someone else said so.” she interrupts, quieter than before. “I want someone to choose me because they want me. Not just because I’m their soulmate, and not because the universe made the decision for them. I want them to choose me, and I want to choose them, too.”

“Huh,” he hears himself breathe. “I’ve never actually thought about it that way.”

The tips of her ears flush pink as a wave of self-consciousness washes over him. “You just - assumed your soulmate would eventually find you and everything would be perfect?”

“No. I assumed I’d find my soulmate and everything would be perfect.”

Amy’s chin lifts a degree. “You’re receptive?”

He taps his chest. “Since I was seven years old.”

Her brows raise and her surprise is genuine. “Seven,” she repeats softly, and he nods. “That’s so young.” He pulls a long sip from his coffee, watching her process. “Must be a strong connection.”

He lowers his cup slowly, coffee swishing between his teeth before he swallows. He blinks, and behind his eyelids he sees the chalk-scribbled pavement, hears the distant shouts of a soccer game in progress, feels the ghost of her sheer panic squeezing his chest for the very first time. “I’d like to think so,” he admits as the memory fades, voice barely above a whisper.

She presses her lips together as she nods, before inhaling and plastering on a smile. “Let me know when you find them,” she says with a brightness he knows she does not feel.

“Oh, trust me,” he says as he pushes off the table, “you’ll be the first to know.”

“You sarcastic sunnovabitch.”

Jake blinks, frozen half-way through the motion of licking his ice cream cone. Amy’s staring at him like he’s just gone and grown a second head, her own ice cream dripping down her cone, dangerously close to her fingers. “I’m sorry,” he says once he’s recovered, “what did I do?”

“I just got it,” she says, smug and self-assured, and her conviction tickles in the space between his ribs. “I just understood your stupid little inside joke.”

“...’kay, wanna fill me in, then? ‘Cause I definitely don’t get it.”

“You once told me that I’d be the first to know when you found your soulmate.” He furrows his brow, before the memory comes flooding back all at once. “I thought you were just being your usual annoyingly sarcastic self, but you were messing with me, weren’t you?”

“I’m always messing with you, Santiago,” he nudges her side with his elbow and she huffs, playfully indignant. “But, yeah, I was definitely messing with you then.”

“Well that officially makes you a liar. J’accuse!”

He lets out an indignant squawk around his ice cream. “I never lied to you about us being soulmates!”

“Excuse me, but you most certainly did lie!”

“I need receipts or I’m not paying, lady.”

“You told me I’d be the first to know when you found your soulmate - otherwise known as me - but you admitted yourself on our first date that you told Charles first!”

“When I was drunk! My critical thinking skills were compromised! My judgement impaired! Sober Jake would never in a million years -”

“Dissociate and place blame all you want, Peralta, you lied and I caught you red-handed.”

It’s hard to maintain the facade of defense when her amusement and affection are just short of suffocating; after a moment of grappling, he breaks, a broad grin splitting across his face, which she immediately mirrors. “Fine,” he sighs - not an ounce of dejection anywhere in sight. “I’m sorry that I lied and said you’d be the first to know when I actually drunkenly told Charles first. How can I ever make it up to you?”

She pretends to mull it over - she pretends she can’t feel every last ounce of his affection rearing up like a tidal wave at the way the neon pawn shop lights glow against her skin - and then her bright, happy gaze fixates on his face. “You can take me back to my apartment and pretend to watch a movie while we make out on the couch instead.”

“If I have to.”

She lets out a laugh and snatches his hand, but before she can bound off town the street, he tugs her back with just enough force that she stumbles, right into his chest. He swallows her surprised gasp, humming at the mingling taste of his chocolate ice cream and her strawberry; there’s a distinct splat of her ice cream hitting the sidewalk as she lifts both arms up over his shoulders to curl around the back of his neck, curving his back just slightly to better reach her.

“Never gets old,” she whispers against his lips, fingers gently combing through his hair as they slowly break apart.

“You know what else never gets old?”

“Hm?”

“Die Hard.”

“We are not watching Die Hard. Absolutely not.”

“What if I’m the big spoon tonight?”

“Nope.”

“What if I’m the big spoon and I make pancakes in the morning?”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Big spoon, pancakes, and I’ll convince Rosa to sub in for you on that stakeout with Charles next week so you can go to that exhibit at the Met?”

“You really are my soulmate, aren’t you?”

#my b99 fics #brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago #i really don't know what this au is #also!! got a little bit into ethics there for a minute!!!#shout out to tgp for helping me sound like i know wtf i'm talking about #anyways love a good pining jake who doesn't know he's pining yet #and a lonely amy who refuses to acknowledge her loneliness by blustering in an attempt to prove a point #don't worry!! you'll both figure it out eventually #but here's to all the exquisite pain that comes before then #Anonymous

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super-johncity-blog · 5 years

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(n.) The act of loving in return. Theme: CoffeeShop!au, EnemiestoLovers!au Pairing: CollegeStudent!Kihyun x Naomi (OC) Side Wonwoo x Naomi Word count: 6.1k Genre: Fluff, angst and slightly suggestive content. (it’s just a couple lines)

A/N: I wrote this story for a friend of mine and I decided to release it on tumblr! It’s a work of fiction so please don’t come at me for portraying Jennie and Wonwoo as complete assholes

It all started in her freshman year when she entered the coffee shop that was in her campus. Classes were doing her bad and she regretted even opting for early morning classes. Why did she ever think she was going to do fine waking up at 7 in the morning and attending lectures from 8 till 11? She isn’t aware still but she had to deal with it. Morning classes meant needing coffee and needing coffee meant zombie walking and that was exactly what she was doing while somehow still being cautious. However, life had to mess with her and not have her be cautious enough that morning because one minute she’s fine and the next she has coffee spilt over her top. (She wasn’t too concerned about her top and she wanted to throw it away because it was old but she never found a solid reason to do so. She wanted to thank the stranger for helping her in their own way. What she was upset about was the spilt coffee. She needed caffeine to function and she could only afford so much in a day.) Just as she looked up to see one of the most handsome men she could’ve ever spotted in her life and apologise, she stopped short because of the words that fell from his mouth. “Watch where you’re going.”

Watch where I’m going? “Excuse me? You were the one who knocked into me?”

“Whatever.”

And with that, the guy went off. He didn’t even have the audacity to apologise. Sighing, she took out the extra hoodie she always had in her bag and changed just a few minutes before her lecture hoping that she wouldn’t have to see Mr Arrogant ever again for the remainder of the day. What would be the odds that he would be having the same lecture as hers? Odds were not in her favour. Mr Arrogant was in the same lecture as hers and the only seat available for her to sit was next to him. Cursing her fate, she walked and seated herself at the only available location.

“Please don’t go around knocking my things from my table too.”

She wanted to give him a fitting reply but before she even could, the professor walked in. And that was how her rivalry with Yoo Kihyun began.

Junior year was about to end and there were hardly any changes to her routine. But the few changes that did happen somehow seemed to change her life. Some nights in Toronto were so clear, they made Naomi want to just curl up inside a blanket and enjoy the trail of those gaseous balls moving around in space. For some reason, they always made her wonder why she was where she was. They always made her wonder why she destined to be here, at this very moment with two of her best friends and genuinely have fun. Naomi, a biology student, was friends with Min Yoongi, a music student, and Park Jimin, a dance major. She didn’t know what she did to be deserve those two dorks as her best friends, but she definitely must have saved a whole country in her past life. She did not know what made her place them so timely in her life. It was as if the stars had made them a part of her life. While the positives remained and she maintained to be ever so thankful for them, she didn’t want to believe she had to have Yoo Kihyun crash into her that eventful morning of freshman year. It was as if the stars willed for him to be a part of her life, regardless of the fact that he wasn’t in her class anymore but the barista that worked in the café she loved so much.

What hadn’t changed was how much he despised her. She never understood why but she never bothered herself with arguments. She didn’t want that complication nor had she signed up for it. Another reason was because Kihyun was Yoongi’s friend. When she initially found out, she wondered how the wonderful and soft hearted Min Yoongi was friends with the rude Yoo Kihyun. She later found out that Kihyun behaved that way only with her. She wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone, but she quite liked seeing him interact with others because he would grace them with that beautiful smile of his and she wondered why she never got those. And as much as she loved Yoongi, she never could bug him with how Kihyun treated her. He always tried to make them get along and Naomi had even obliged once but Kihyun seemed to not budge from his hatred for her so she gave up. But fate definitely had something lined up for them; something neither of them were expecting.

It was a fine Saturday and Naomi wanted to take break. Mid-semester breaks were a blessing because all she did was relax. It was a task to maintain her rank in class and she wanted to keep it reserved for her, another thing that ticked Kihyun off. She made her way to her haven (read: café) and made her way to the counter. Kihyun was taking orders yet again but nothing and no one could have spoiled her mood. For some unknown reason though, Kihyun didn’t talk rudely with her. In fact, he spoke with a very even tone that surprised her but she didn’t show it. As she stood off to the side, waiting so she could take her order and sit peacefully while reading her book, her mind wandered. She didn’t realise a customer had stepped up and when she did, she saw a beautiful woman talking to Kihyun and for the first time, she saw Kihyun talk to someone else but her rudely.

“Jennie, leave if you aren’t here as a customer. I don’t want to create a scene here.”

“But Kihyun, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was only with Wonwoo to make you jealous because you wouldn’t pay attention to me. I am sorry!”

“You could’ve asked for my attention in other ways, you needn’t have to cheat on me with someone else. Especially not with my friend.”

She cheated on Kihyun? No wonder he was in a bad mood. The girl, Jennie, however wouldn’t stop. She constantly kept talking and trying to get on his good side.

Now, Naomi isn’t the kind to intervene in other’s business, but within the span of the last 5 minutes, Jennie had managed to tick off her as well.

“Could you please take this conversation somewhere else? Because you aren’t just bothering him, you’re bothering other customers as well.”

And she turned away with that to find her coffee served.

“Thanks, Jooheonie”, she said with a smile.

He smiled back with those cute dimples of his popping up and walked back inside but not without giving Jennie the stink eye. Naomi turned very carefully because her coffee was hot but what she didn’t realise that Jennie wanted to be a bitch and knock into Naomi and spilling the hot coffee onto her in the process. Naomi let out a wail of cry in pain while Jennie just looked at her in the meanest possible manner and said, “keep your thoughts to yourself and you won’t get hurt the next time.”

Naomi had tears spilling from her eyes as she looked at Jennie. Why would someone do that?

“This is why I broke up with you. You just have to be a bitch, don’t you?” Kihyun said somewhere near Naomi just as she felt his arm wrap around her.

Without casting Jennie a second glance he said to Naomi, “let’s get you treated, come on.”

With that Naomi and Kihyun walked into the back room of the café, not bothering with themselves with how Jennie was looking scandalised.

As the two of them walked in, Naomi felt the pain reduce slightly. Jooheon on the other hand was freaking out.

“I will kill her. I swear to god. How dare she hurt Noona!? Hyung why didn’t you kick her out before things went out of hand? Why did you even get with that bi-”

“Jooheon” Naomi said in a small voice. “Can you please get me some salt so I can clean up?”

“I’m such an idiot. Of course, I’ll be right back Noona.”

“There you go. Take my hoodie. I’ll leave so you can change”, Kihyun said handing over his hoodie.

After she was done cleaning up, Kihyun walked in with a bag to put in her now coffee stained clothes.

“You know”, she said jokingly to Kihyun so as to diffuse the tension between them. “I have to start associating you with spilt coffee.”

Kihyun on the other hand looked nowhere near less burdened. A very quiet yet loud apology left his mouth and Naomi looked at him in shock.

“It isn’t your-“

“It is my fault. Had I kicked her out, none of this would’ve happened. I’m so sorry. Not just for today. And thank you for calling her out.”

“It’s not a problem Kihyun. You looked uncomfortable. And I really was getting annoyed. I’ll return this to you this Monday in class, okay?”

He smiled very softly at that.

“Yeah, take your time.”

And with that, they parted ways.

After that incident in the café, things seemed to have evened out between Kihyun and Naomi, which was a little out of the ordinary for Naomi. She had kind of gotten used to Kihyun’s jabs, almost immune, if you will. It was weird to see him talk normally to her. It was also weird to Yoongi and Jimin. So when she told Yoongi about the incident, he was this close to going and bashing Jennie while Jimin was concerned and upset with Naomi for not having informed what happened a week ago. Naomi had to calm Yoongi and she could swear she saw his expression change into a knowing one for just one second before it went back to normal. She didn’t ask him about it though because she assumed that it was all in her head.

The day that she’d see Kihyun came soon enough, the following day after seeing Yoongi and Jimin, in fact. It was pure happenstance that she came across him. She didn’t expect to see him where she did because people hardly ever visited the park Naomi loved so much for it was so quiet. She hesitated, not sure if she should talk to him. He looked like he wanted to be alone but then she decided that it was better that she returned his hoodie now. Who knew if she’d see him around again as he seemed to be MIA enough.

“Kihyun? I have been looking for you over a week now! Here’s your hoodie” she said holding out the hoodie over to him.

What she didn’t expect though was for Kihyun to look as tired and drained as he looked and she felt something she couldn’t identify in her chest.

“Oh god, Kihyun. Have you rested or eaten these past few days? What happened?”

His voice too hoarse when he responded with a, “Never been better.”

“You haven’t lost your sarcasm, huh. Well, I should get going.”

Just as she turned around after placing the hoodie on his bag that lay beside him, she heard a small, “Stay. Please. I don’t think I can handle my thoughts anymore.”

“Since you have too many thoughts plaguing your head, why don’t you talk about them?”

“No offense, but I don’t think you’d understand how I’m feeling now.”

She chuckled at that. How typical of Yoo Kihyun to assume she wouldn’t know how he felt. He looked at her with a look that said what is wrong with you but she only proceeded to shake her head.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

“You’re right; you shouldn’t have done what you did all these years. Better late than never.”

“So umm do you umm have you…?”

“Do you mind if I asked who the guy was?”

“You’d be surprised. The very man Jennie cheated on you with, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“So he’s been making people miserable since forever?”

“Wow. What a small world, huh? Who knew that they’d cheat on us the way did?”

“I think it’s just a way of theirs to tell us that they’re done with us, albeit a little too harsh. Whatever excuses they come up with almost seem patronising at the moment we find out.”

“Were you as awfully calm when you found out as you are now? Because if I were in Wonwoo’s shoes, I’d be running to the other end of the world.”

Naomi laughed a sad laugh at that.

“Then how did you and Yoongi become friends? Because he doesn’t trust human kind either.”

“Yoongi is persistent” was all she said.

In that time frame, he’d also taken a break from the coffee shop. As he started becoming better, he re-joined the café and that’s when both their friends got to know that there was something more to Kihyun and Naomi’s relation than what they knew. There was something more friendship and less hate. They still bickered and sassed each other but it wasn’t like before.

Yoongi and Jimin were surprised too. Later in the day, the two of them cornered her and asked her what was happening. She wanted to tell them about the nightly routine but she felt as if she’d jinx what Kihyun and she had. What she did tell them about, though, was the first night. Jimin seemed convinced but Yoongi, the ever perceptive human, was not. Naomi knew he knew that she was keeping something form them but he didn’t push her to talk about it. He was well aware that he could ask either of them later on. But Yoongi seemed happy whenever he saw his two friends get along as well as they did and it seemed as if there wasn’t a lot that could change their relationship.

Change is inevitable. Change is somehow the only constant the world knows. Change was also what made humanity mortal. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

A part of her thought it was because of them venting about life to each other but the more rational part knew that it was because she was slowly falling for him. How ironic was it to have your logical side realise that you were falling for someone who’s hated you for years and then managed to befriend you? And she knew it was because every time she’d see him smile, she’d feel content. She always wanted to hear him talk. She never was the kind to give thought to what people vented out to her. She’d lend an ear to listen but she never thought over people’s problems except for Jimin and Yoongi and now Kihyun. She realised she didn’t look at Kihyun the way she looked at Yoongi or Jimin. It was different, what she felt for Kihyun and she knew she was in trouble. Because why would Kihyun like her the way she did, right? Why would he look at her and want to be with her? She was just one of the stars in his night sky; a dim, softly glowing star that remained small in front of the ones glowing brightly. There were a million women who could like him better and do him better than she ever could.

The guy was handsome. She could see that as soon as she walked in and his smile shined so bright, she had to pause for a second.

“Noona!” a loud voice called out and suddenly her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning.

“Jooheon stop! I’m getting dizzy, you goof.”

“Sorry! I just got excited” he said with a giggle. “Noona meet Hoseok hyung! He likes to be called Wonho though. Hyung, this is Naomi Noona!”

“Hi! You’re Jooheon and Kihyun’s friend, aren’t you? It’s nice to meet you” he said with a smile and a gentle look in his eyes that made her soft.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wonho” Naomi said before she proceeded to place her order.

“Noona! I’m hosting a party along with my hyungs next friday. Please come! Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are coming too!”

“Jooheon, you know how I feel about parties, right?”

Naomi laughed and gave in when Jooheon immediately gave her the infamous puppy eyes on cue.

As she received her order, she said, “I guess I’ll see you guys in the evening then.”

Jooheon smiled but Wonho gave her a wink and said, “I’ll be waiting!”

Friday evening came soon enough and for some absolutely unknown reason, Naomi was stressing over what to wear. Well, she knew the reason but she just didn’t want to admit. She had Yoongi and Jimin come over to her place as she whined about being confused.

“Naomi, really, you just have to choose a pair of clothes to wear. Why. Are. You. Stressing.”

“I wish you knew the pain of not knowing what to wear, Yoongi. You just have to throw on a pair of jeans and shirt and you’re done. You’d look good even if you wore a trash bag.”

“Okay Noona, let me help, yeah?” Jimin asked and she vigorously nodded yes. As Jimin proceeded to look through, she sat beside Yoongi only to have him look at her with a smirk.

“What?”

“You’re fretting because Kihyun is going to be there.”

She didn’t want to blush but she did and that was a dead giveaway about her feelings for him which, of course, Yoongi picked on.

“You both are so pathetic, it’s tiring.”

“I’m sorry? Pathetic?”

“You’re both whipped for each other but what do you do? Keep it to yourselves and make everyone miserable.”

“Yoongi. Seriously. You think Kihyun likes me like I like him?”

“Naomi, I don’t think. I know.”

“Why would you-?”

“Noona! Why haven’t you ever worn this!?” Jimin popped up with a black sequin dress with a sweet heart neckline. Naomi had absolutely forgotten about it.

“This will go great with these wedges!” he said, pointing at the shoes he held in his right hand.

“Thanks Chim! You’re the best, unlike some people” with a look at Yoongi who just chuckled.

“I missed something, didn’t I?”

The party was raging by the time Yoongi, Jimin and Naomi arrived at Jooheon’s place.

“I don’t think I’m going to last too long you guys.”

“Naomi, shut up. Enjoy, will you? This isn’t my scene but it’s Jooheon.”

Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around to see Wonho standing behind her.

“Hey” she said with a smile.

“Hi! You look stunning, Naomi.”

“Looking for Kihyunnie hyung, noona?” Jooheon said with a very knowing smile. Naomi couldn’t respond with a solid response because she knew she was caught. Before she could say anything though, Wonho intervened and asked Naomi, “Shall we dance together?”

Reluctantly, she said yes to Wonho for one dance. The smile that he awarded was too cute and it made her giggle.

“Enjoy noona” Jooheon said with a teasing smile.

“You should tell her, man” Yoongi told him.

“And spoil the fun she’s having? She seems so happy and carefree with Wonho hyung, I don’t want to spoil it for them.”

“You’re not spoiling anything. If you don’t tell her though, you will spoil what you have.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Besides, Jooheon mentioned she was looking for you. If she wasn’t interested, would she be looking for you?”

That somehow encouraged Kihyun and he decided that it was now or never. The thing with Kihyun was that this wasn’t just a fleeting crush on Naomi. That first night at the park made him realise that he never had hated Naomi. He felt something he didn’t understand which he assumed as hate and acted on it. Ever since they started spending time though, he realised just how amazing she was. He also realised why Yoongi was her friends with her. She radiated beauty, if you knew her well enough. She was open minded, intelligent, adorable and beautiful inside out. Sure she wasn’t the prettiest woman he’d met, but her intelligence was unparalleled. She didn’t have the usual boring opinions that he had heard from other girls who had only objective in mind and that was to impress him. She was the type to listen to every word you said and genuinely try and understand your troubles. She was genuine warmth that anyone would love to have in their lives. She was the kind to get excited over cats and dogs roaming about. Even as he stared at her dancing and enjoying herself, he couldn’t help but smile. He never did objectify anyone, he never was the type of guy to do that. But god damn did she look hot in that dress. But her smile took the cake in his eyes. She was beautiful.

Naomi saw Wonho look behind her which made her turn around only to see Kihyun. Her heart which was racing from all the activity suddenly calmed down. She smiled from ear to ear as she tackled him in a hug.

“You’re here!” she said in his ears for it was too loud.

“Yes I am”, he said pulling back with that oh so beautiful smile on his face. He leaned in again and said to her, “I needed to talk to you about something. Want to go out? Please?”

“You don’t have to apologise, Naomi. I had fun tonight” he said with a hug.

“I did too”, she said and smiled.

She then held the hand Kihyun had held out for her and safely made her way out of the loud party with him hoping that it was nothing too serious.

“Is everything okay, Hyunnie?”

“Naomi I need you to listen to everything I have to say, okay? Please just wait for me to finish and then say what you have to. Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“I am so stupid, you know”, he said with a chuckle. “So completely stupid because I missed out on the most wonderful person I have ever had the fortune to meet. It was such a happenstance that day when I crashed into you back in freshman year. I wanted to apologise but I was late and I took out my worry on you. It was only when I walked off did I realise what I had done. I wanted to beat myself up so bad. And then you had to be in the same class as me in freshman year. Hell, I was regretting taking biology not because of you, but because of what I did. But you made me feel something ever since I saw you and I couldn’t understand what it was. What transpired between us made me think it was hate. Two years of me being utterly and terribly confused and so assuming of how I felt stopped me from being your friend.

“And then the incident at the café happened and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thoughts that I mentioned that were troubling me? They never were about Jennie. What Jennie did didn’t affect me as much as it should have. The only thing I could think about was why you would do what you did especially after I gave you so much shit in all those years.

“At first I thought maybe I was obsessed. But as the days passed, I realised that it was all you. You being yourself is so god damn attractive, it makes me feel like I’m nothing.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to force yourself. I promise you that absolutely nothing will come in the way of our friendship.”

“Naomi, are you sure?” He looked like couldn’t believe his ears.

She didn’t know any other way to respond so she just tip-toed and pressed a chaste soft kiss on his lips.

“Is that an answer enough?”

He gave her the biggest smile and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and whispered, “thank you, baby.”

And then they kissed and Naomi had never felt happier and safer than she did at that very instance.

Epilogue. The years that followed the day that Kihyun made his confession were amazing to the two of them.

They took their time in confessing their love for each other. It was ironic how it came spilling out from Kihyun when he realised he was almost about to lose Naomi after a major fight. Neither of them remember the reason but they went on and on and Naomi finally broke which made Kihyun stop short. He quickly came to his senses and apologised for even raising his voice at her. He was the reason she was crying and he had to do something. He didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t matter to him and that was the first time he confessed his love for her. And Naomi, as if it was a reflex, responded back with the same. They didn’t leave each other’s side that night.

The first and the last time they made promises to each other was at the altar the following year. By the time the both of them had spoken their vows, there wasn’t a single dry eye in the room.

The first time they both cried in happiness was two years later when the both of them held their little baby girl who had the prettiest eyes they had ever laid eyes on.

At the end of it all, Naomi had only said this to Kihyun, “Thank you for loving me the way I have loved you and the way I will always love you.”

Kihyun only sealed that promise with a gentle but soft kiss.

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Dreaming Like A Fool [Prof!Calum AU] Ch. 7

Chapter 7

“OH, GOD, YOU’RE back.”

Quinn scoffed at Evelyn’s less than enthusiastic greeting, stepping into the apartment. “Good morning to you, too,” she responded sarcastically, shutting the door behind her. She hadn’t yet looked at Evelyn as she asked, “What’re you doing up already?”

It was Monday morning and Quinn had just returned from being at her parents’ place for the weekend, which meant Evelyn hadn’t seen her since she left on Friday afternoon. All weekend Evelyn had been pacing around her empty apartment, feeling Bucky’s curious eyes on her as she impatiently waited for her best friend to return home. She so desperately wanted to tell Quinn what the hell she’d gotten into Friday night, but something as big as that wasn’t capable of being told over the phone or through text. So Evelyn had decided to wait until Quinn came back, which meant quietly yet anxiously fretting over what she did.

She didn’t regret sleeping with Calum. Somehow didn’t even find it strange to refer to him as Calum instead of Professor Hood. Was it crazy over her to think it just felt right? Was she in over her head? What the hell was going to happen now? These were all questions her head was dizzying herself with, not having the answer for any of them, and Evelyn desperately needed Quinn’s thoughts on them. She just didn’t know what the blonde’s reaction was going to be. Evelyn didn’t trust anyone else with this.

Before Evelyn could answer Quinn’s question, the latter finally looked up from where she was crouched down and petting Bucky, eyebrows rising at the sight of Evelyn. “Did you hook up with someone?” Quinn asked with an amused laugh, standing up. “Your neck’s a mess.”

Evelyn swallowed, tensing ever so slightly. “Yeah, um, I did.”

When she didn’t continue, Quinn raised her eyebrows expectantly as she dropped her duffel on the couch before making her way to the kitchen. Evelyn followed along quietly as Quinn filled herself a glass of water and prodded, “Well? You gonna tell me who?”

Just spit it out, Evelyn. As Quinn took a sip of water, Evelyn finally blurted after a heart pounding moment, “Professor Hood.”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the best of ideas to drop this bombshell on Quinn as she drank her water because suddenly she spluttered into the glass, choking as she yanked it away from her mouth and coughed wildly. Evelyn’s eyes widened, frozen as she watched Quinn try to catch her breathing, unsure what to do as her heart thudded in her chest. “You slept with who?” Quinn wheezed, still trying to recover from choking on her water, putting the glass down as her brown eyes, wide in shock, gazed at Evelyn.

She took a breath. “Pro—Calum.”

“Calum?” Quinn repeated. Evelyn thought if Quinn’s eyebrows could be any higher they’d be right off her face. Quinn shook her head, eyes still wide as she ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. “What—How the fuck did that happen?” she squeaked out. Her voice always got high pitched when she was freaking out.

With another breath, Evelyn explained how she saw him outside the restaurant she had dinner at with Jane and Anita, and how after her friends left she was walking over to him without another thought. In detail, Evelyn recounted how they talked about that stupid note, and how that conversation led to them kissing right there before they ended up in her car. Evelyn felt the smile tugging at her lips as she began picturing everything clear as day in her head once more, the familiar heat warming her cheeks delightfully.

She thought of Calum’s touch, how it sparked a fire wherever he grasped her, how his scent overwhelmed her senses, how their bare bodies spotted a thin layer of sweat while they were as tangled as they could be in the back seat of her car. It had been amazing, truly some of the best sex she’s ever had, and Evelyn already ached for more. The feel of his skin was etched into her skin and his taste her new craving.

“Holy shit, Lyn,” Quinn breathed out, still wide eyed as she leaned back against the counter in disbelief. “I mean, I know I joked about it but I didn’t think you’d actually sleep with him!”

“It just happened!” Evelyn exclaimed in defense, letting out a breathless yet nervous giggle. “I definitely didn’t plan on it! I mean, I was apologizing for the note and then he said something about wanting to act on it and then we just. . . Kissed.”

Quinn was gaping at her, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her best friend just slept with their professor. That the purple marks that were decorating her unfairly smooth skin were left by the man that lectured them twice a week on American Drama. She listened to Evelyn groan and sigh over how good looking Professor Hood was, how attracted she was to him, but Quinn didn’t think Evelyn would actually do something about it. In a way, she was strangely proud of her. But she was also freaking out because this was their professor!

“So. . . So what now?” Quinn asked, her mind too much of a flurry to ask anything else. “We have his class in a few hours. What—How’re things gonna be?”

“I’m not sure,” Evelyn bit her lower lip, looking a bit helpless. “I mean, after we were done he had to go back to the club because his friends were there. So he—” She smiled then, her cheeks warming as she thought of the aftermath of her and Calum finally catching their breaths and wits and knowing it was time to get up. “He kissed me after we got dressed and said he’d see me on Monday and that was it.”

There wasn’t anything special about that goodbye, but it was the smile he had worn when he said it. Soft and sweet and warm, different than the boyish smirks he sported.

“Wow,” Quinn breathed out with a shake of her head as she looked away at nothing in particular. “That’s. . . Wow.” Looking back at Evelyn, Quinn let out a disbelieving laugh as she commented, “You’re crazy.”

Evelyn picked at her nails, letting out a breath. “I know.” She was still trying to wrap her own head around all of this, yet she felt a sense of relief by telling Quinn. She’d been bristling to tell her all weekend and now that she knew, the reaction nothing short of what Evelyn expected, she felt some of the weight on her shoulders being lifted. True, sleeping with her professor was something Evelyn should keep to herself, but she couldn’t not tell Quinn. She told her best friend everything, and if Evelyn couldn’t tell Quinn about her shocking expositions, who the hell would she tell?

Evelyn glanced at the clock on the stove, which read 9:07. She had about three hours until she saw Calum again. First thing’s first. . . She had to do something about her neck.

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“Are you nervous?”

Evelyn glanced at Quinn, her body right just like Quinn expected, but Evelyn managed to keep her voice calm as she asked, “Why would I be nervous?”

Quinn’s expression turned bemused because they both knew if Evelyn was nervous—which she slightly was—it would be because Professor Hood was about to walk into the class any second. Or should she refer to him as Calum? She definitely was on a first name basis with him Friday night and now—

Evelyn wanted to bite her nails off. She was confused and excited and just felt thrillingly anxious. Too many emotions she didn’t know how to handle at once.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Quinn hummed before leaning over and whispering in a rush, “Maybe because you fucked our professor?”

Evelyn kicked her chair. “Shut up!” she hissed, glancing around wide eyed in case anyone heard.

Suddenly the sound of a door opening perked Evelyn’s ears, and she watched as Professor Hood—Calum? God, Evelyn didn’t know. It sounded respectful to call him professor in the class but doing so seemed so strange after what happened—walked into the classroom, the hint of his accent heard as he greeted, “Mornin’, everyone.”

As always, Evelyn’s eyes followed him towards the front of the class, but this time it felt different. This time, her eyes had seen what was under the black pants and dark red button down he currently wore, had felt it, and the fire was burning at the pit of her stomach once again as she sat up a bit straighter when a majority of the students greeted him back.

He set his bag down the podium, an easy smile on his face as he regarded the class while pulling out his laptop, and then his eyes found Evelyn’s. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was always observing him or if it was because she got an up close and personal look, but Evelyn noticed the subtle shift in his grin, how it went from a kind smile to the near devilish smirk she’d seen the other night. She pressed her lips together, feeling that tingle of excitement through her veins, though her slightly pouted lips formed a smirk of her own as she maintained eye contact.

Gone was her initial nervousness and wonder, replaced by thrill of staring him down knowingly. How could she not stare at him? He was so Goddamn handsome.

“You two are not subtle,” Quinn commented under her breath.

Evelyn broke her gaze from Calum, looking at her friend as rolled her eyes. “You only noticed because you know,” she whispered back. At least, she hoped that’s what it was.

Quinn waved her off, though the teasing smile was on her face as their professor took attendance. He was quick with it, only glancing up every few names to make sure he was being accurate, before right away launching into the lesson once he was done.

If Evelyn thought it was hard to keep herself from practically drooling over him before, it was near impossible to do so now. Not when she’s felt him the way she had Friday night, not when she’s tasted him. Evelyn had figured it’d be difficult to sit through his class, but she hadn’t expected for it to be this hard. Honestly, Evelyn didn’t think she’d last a whole hour and fifteen minutes of this.

She could feel his eyes on her every so often, catching him looking because she never looked away, but Calum was excellent at keeping his composure. He never once faltered from the lecture he was giving, his slightly accented, confident voice sounding throughout the class as he spoke and smiled. Evelyn wondered if what happened between them affected him the way it did her; if his heart picked up its pace whenever his gaze washed over her, if his lips tingled at the thought of kissing her again like hers did for him. There was a good, albeit disappointing chance, that Evelyn was more into this than Calum, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d never felt such a strong attraction to someone before, and call her a stereotypical college girl smitten with her professor, but she wanted this to keep going.

Was she being a fool in thinking so?

Little did she know, at the front of the classroom, Calum was having the same internal battle as her, though the way he was delivering his lecture and asking students questions, nobody would be aware he was trying to find answers for his own questions. His mind was on the girl sitting four rows back, her sharp blue eyes never once leaving him as he talked. The weight of her gaze was welcomed, sending a kind of thrill through Calum he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Calum hadn’t been able to help himself—his eyes had almost instantly shot to Evelyn’s neck, smirking when he saw that the marks he had left weren’t too visible. She had covered them up but Calum knew exactly where to look, knew exactly where his mouth had been. So he could make out the faint marks even at this distance. It reminded Calum of the first day of class, when he’d notice the similar markings on her that she’d been embarrassed about.

But then when Calum looked at her now, waiting for someone to answer the question he’d just asked, and quirked a knowing eyebrow at Evelyn as he let his gaze subtly lower a couple of inches, he saw her smirk. He saw the shift in her own gaze, saw the way she straightened in her seat before raising a hand to brush her long, black hair back over her shoulders, her neck on full display. Calum’s jaw tightened at the gesture, her expression telling him loud and clear that she was playing with him. Teasing him.

He felt his eyes narrow before schooling his expression, lifting his chin as he coolly called her out, “Evelyn.” Her eyes widened ever so slightly, not expecting her name to fall from his lips as he repeated his question, “How is Lena’s plant symbolic for the play?”

They were discussing a new play this week, A Raisin in the Sun, and while there were a few other hands up that were ready to answer his question, Calum found satisfaction in the taken aback expression that washed over Evelyn’s face when he called her name. He wasn’t putting her on the spot to seem like an asshole or embarrass her in front of her peers, but she was knowingly eyeing him with the same look she’d given him that night, subtly showing off the faint marks he had left while everyone else remained oblivious, as if he would ever forget the way her skin tasted.

But then his plan seemed to backfire, because in Evelyn spoke up in a confident voice, “Her plant represents her dreams, specifically of wanting to live in a bigger house.” Calum pressed the tip of his tongue to the back of his bottom teeth, forcing back a mildly incredulous smirk. She was quick to answer. “She takes care of it everyday and even though it doesn’t get enough sunshine, it still survives, which is symbolic to Lena’s dream and how even though it’s been put off for so long, it’s still something she keeps alive.”

To anyone else, the small smile on Evelyn’s face after she gave her well thought out answer could be seen as a student proud of her insight on the play and being able to voice it in class. But Calum caught the smugness that curled her lips, the spark in her bright eyes that told him she knew exactly what his intentions had been by calling her out and that she’d completely backfired it on him by giving a good answer.

Shit, she really was something, he couldn’t help but silently muse, feeling the familiar urge of wanting nothing more than to kiss her. Calum wasn’t sure if Evelyn knew it, but she effortlessly just intensified how attracted he felt towards her, and Calum had to force himself to nod and praise professionally, “Good insight,” before pushing himself to carry on the discussion.

He didn’t miss the way her smirk widened, and he most definitely didn’t fail to notice the way he could feel his blood rushing at the sight of her. Safe to say, Calum had to stand behind the podium for the rest of the lecture.

His grip on the structure tightened as he continued speaking. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?

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“I can’t believe you didn’t take a picture in a telephone booth,” Evelyn clicked her tongue, shooting her mother a disappointed look. “What was the point of going to London, then?”

Her mother, Valeria, rolled her eyes at her daughter’s comment. “We were only there for a weekend, honey,” she reminded after swallowing her bite of salmon. “We did plenty of other touristy things, don’t worry.”

Still, if it had been Evelyn in London, the first thing she would’ve done is a found one of those iconic red telephone booths and took a photo. “Did Eddie get to eat fish and chips?” Evelyn then asked, reaching for her glass of Sprite.

Her mom snorted amusedly. “Until his stomach was about to burst.”

Evelyn chuckled into her glass at the thought of her step-father, who considered fish and chips to be delicacy and had been so excited to finally eat some in London after visiting the city after so long. It had been a business trip more than anything else, but he took her mom to make a fun weekend out of it, which Evelyn thought was so sweet. Though, Evelyn felt like just two or three days in London wasn’t nearly as enough.

“Have you talked to your dad recently?” Valeria questioned, raising a curious eyebrow.

“Not since school started,” Evelyn snorted, leaning back in the wooden chair. It was Tuesday afternoon, her classes for the day done. She had to go to work soon, but her mom had come by so they met for lunch at a local casual restaurant. Evelyn hadn’t been home since classes started, so seeing her mother was always something she had time for. “I don’t even think he’s back from California yet.”

Contact with her dad wasn’t as continuous as it was with her mother. After they got divorced when Evelyn was fifteen, her dad moved to upstate New York, where he still lived with his wife, who was now expecting their second child together—which Evelyn thought was kind of funny, seeing as her dad already had two kids in their twenties and now he was a father of little ones. Her step-mom, Jodi, was a nice woman and Evelyn liked her, she also adored her six year old half-sister Ryan. But Evelyn and her dad didn’t talk nearly as much as they should. They just seemed to grow apart over the years, unlike her father and Emory’s relationship.

“Call him when he gets back,” her mom advised pointedly. “You know he’ll get mad if you don’t make an effort.”

Evelyn’s jaw slackened incredulously. “He should make an effort, too!”

Valeria waved a dismissive hand. “He’s a stubborn man, what do you expect?”

That made Evelyn roll her eyes with a scoff, lips parting to counter her statement when she saw the door of the restaurant on the other side open, a familiar face walking in. Evelyn’s eyebrows shot up, her words dying in her mouth as Calum walked in, talking to some guy walking behind him wearing glasses and a beanie, and Evelyn figured this was the third time she’s ran into him out of school out of nowhere. Her eyes followed him as he got seated right by the window on the opposite side, with him sitting against the window and his friend’s back to the rest of the restaurant.

Evelyn was actually proud of herself for not visibly reacting at the sight of Calum, dressed in black pants and shirt with a short sleeved red button down on top, despite the chilly September weather outside. Again, this was the third time she saw him dressed so casually, causing her heart to pick up its pace like it always did at the sight of him. God, how did he look good in everything?

She internally groaned, looking away before her mom noticed her intently staring at the man across the restaurant. How did they always end up in the same area? The town was pretty sizeable—Evelyn wasn’t sure what kind of game the universe was playing on them, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted it to stop. Any excuse she could have to see him outside of school and she would take it.

It was lucky that she was sitting at a seat that was facing Calum’s direction, her view of him clear over her mother’s shoulder, but Evelyn tried to keep her attention on the woman in front of her rather than the man in the distance. He hadn’t seen her yet, and Evelyn figured that was for the best; she wouldn’t be able to sit still under his gaze—God knows how she managed during class yesterday.

Just thinking about yesterday’s class had Evelyn suppressing a smirk, remembering how Calum had tried to catch her off guard but it hadn’t worked. She felt such a rush when she answered his question, saw the glint in his eyes and the way he was trying to hold back his own grin. They were playing a game in the middle of class and no one knew. Except Quinn, who had teased her about it after.

The rest of her lunch date with her mom passed by quickly, and soon enough her mom was paying the bill after they had dessert and they were getting up to leave. Evelyn took in a breath as they neared the door, her eyes drifting to where Calum sat, since he hadn’t seen her yet, and she smiled at her mom. “I have to go to the bathroom, but I’ll see you this weekend.”

Valeria smiled at her daughter, stopping right by the door, right by Calum’s table, but Evelyn didn’t dare look his way. Not even when she felt his gaze burning her skin all of a sudden, the feeling familiar from class. “Study hard,” Valeria advised warmly, making Evelyn chuckle as her mom pulled her in for a hug.

Her mom turned and walked out of the restaurant then, and without glancing to her left where she felt the weight of someone’s gaze on her, Evelyn went to the right and towards the small section that turned right into a hallway, hidden from the main part of the restaurant. Still, she couldn’t help but smirk as she walked, knowing he was looking at her, wondering if he would follow her.

Evelyn’s question was answered after she used the single stall bathroom and opened the door to step outside into the empty hall, which wasn’t actually empty because Calum was leaning against the wall directly opposite of the ladies’ room. Evelyn instantly stopped as the door shut behind her, hearing the hum of the restaurant as she gazed at the dark haired man standing with his arms crossed over his chest, his tattoos on full display that had Evelyn biting the inside of her cheek.

“Are you stalking me, Professor Hood?” Evelyn questioned, the amusement lighting up her voice and the smirk curling her lips as she referred to him by that particular name, watching as Calum cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. Shit, how her fingers itched to run through his curls.

Calum’s eyes met hers, dark and glinting under the spot of lights on the ceiling above, and Evelyn saw the way his full lips curled into a wolfish smirk of his own. “Thought I told you to call me Calum,” he mused, his upper half leaning forward a bit so his hand could grasp hers across the slightly narrow hallway, warming Evelyn’s skin as he pulled her towards him. She let him pull her, fighting the smile on her face that the contact brought, the fire igniting in her skin familiar and utterly welcome. “We’re definitely on a first name basis.”

Evelyn hummed, her smile breaking through as Calum pulled her close enough to press their fronts together, feeling a kind of relief rush through her body at the contact, as if she was finally relaxing after being unable to touch him since that night. His arms loosely wrapped around her hips, hands linking behind her lower back, while her hands lazily held the unbuttoned front of his red shirt.

She looked at him, blue eyes meeting brown up close after days, and felt her breath hitch in her throat. He was so handsome. It left her breathless. “Fine then,” Evelyn murmured, eyebrow quirking. “Are you stalking me, Calum?”

He chuckled, leaning back against the wall. This was definitely the second time they were caught in this position, him by the wall and her right there, and you wouldn’t hear any complaints from either of them. “Definitely,” he entertained her, accented voice smooth. Evelyn felt one of his hands come up, ring clad fingers brushing her long black hair behind her shoulder, just as she had teasingly done in class yesterday. Calum smirked when he saw the tendons in her neck tense slightly when his fingers brushed along her skin on the marks he had left, covered up by makeup. “Wanted to see if you were as efficient in covering up as you are in answering questions in class.”

At that, Evelyn let out an incredulous scoff as she leaned her upper half away from him a bit, shaking her head at him as the smirk on her face widened, especially when she felt his hands return to the small of her back. “You really thought you were gonna catch me off guard with that, didn’t you?” she inquired smugly, her statement—which she already knew was true—only being proven further so when Calum rolled his eyes. “Sorry, Professor Hood, but I’m too good a student for you to pull a fast one on me.”

When and how she went from being shaken to being comfortable with how teasingly his professional title spilled from her lips. Both Evelyn and Calum knew that now that every time she called him Professor Hood, there would be nothing but a teasing connotation behind it. The way he had to take in a breath through his nose was proof enough of that.

Calum pursed his lips, a mixture of amused and aroused, as he noticed the mischievous glint in her blue eyes. The same look he’d seen Friday night, right before getting willfully dragged to her car and finally acting on what had been pressing on him for a while. Calum reached up once more, this time his fingers grasping Evelyn’s chin as he leaned closer, the distance between them already minimal as he muttered, “You’re not as good as you think you are.”

He was lying through his teeth, of course, and both of them knew that.

It was one time and it was in the back of a car, but Evelyn was easily the best Calum’s ever had.

Evelyn smirked, her hands fisting the front of his shirt before she pressed her hips into his, catching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat at the friction and feeling her own heart lurch at the delicious contact. The way his grip on her chin tightened slightly and his hand pressed more against her back was inviting, prompting Evelyn to lean her face closer, her gaze dropping to his lips as she brushed her own over them, feeling the familiar tingle spark as she murmured, “I beg to differ.”

Any self restraint Calum may have had in that moment vanished at the way Evelyn teased him with her lips and words, closing the minimal distance between them as he captured her lips in a kiss he was practically aching for since Friday. Calum felt his entire body respond when Evelyn instantly returned the kiss, wondering if she wanted the distance between them to be gone just as badly as he did as his tongue met hers only moments later, tasting something deliciously chocolatey in her mouth as his hands found her ass. He easily let them slide into the back pockets of her jeans, lazily squeezing her through the denim as Evelyn moaned softly, appreciatively against him. Fuck, Calum wanted to hear her do that again. More. Louder.

He wasn’t sure what was going on, didn’t know how he lost himself in her so quickly and effortlessly the other night, or why after just one time he couldn’t wait to have her again. There was something about Evelyn, something about the blue eyed beauty with the stunning smile and quick responses that drew Calum towards her faster than anyone before. It was dizzying and kind of frightening, but Calum didn’t want to question it. For once, he just wanted to lose himself in someone before worrying himself over with reality.

He’s always been too cautious over the consequences over a relationship, always worked himself up too much over them. But with Evelyn it seemed almost effortless. He saw her, he was attracted to her, found out she felt the same way, and then they did something about it. And while their circumstances were difficult and warranted pause—what with her being his student—Calum couldn’t find it in himself to push what he felt away.

Truthfully, Calum would never jeopardize his career if it was just based on physical attraction. He knew the consequences if the wrong people found out that he slept with a student, and that’s never been an issue for him before. But then came Evelyn and everything he knew was being tossed out the window.

Who was this girl and how did she manage to so easily, without even trying, make Calum get rid of most of his rational thought?

“Have dinner with me,” Calum found himself breathing against her lips, the thought behind the idea not even fully forming in his head before the words were spilling. Evelyn pulled back a bit, staring up at him with bright eyes clouded slightly and pink lips parted in surprise once his words registered. Calum pressed his hands against her lower back to keep her in place, catching his breath and thinking, Fuck everything else before adding, “Please.”

Evelyn definitely hadn’t been expecting request as she took in soft lips and the look in his eyes, one that told her he was completely aware of what he was asking her and that he genuinely meant it. Her heart had picked up its pace once more, the excitement thrilling it because if Calum wanted to have dinner with her, didn’t that mean he possibly wanted more out of this? That this wasn’t just a one time hook up in her car plus a secret make out session in some restaurant? Evelyn would be lying if she said if her throat hadn’t dried at his unexpected words, her surprise showing in the way her grip on his shirt loosened a bit.

“Really?” she asked, just to double check, giving him an out. After all, hooking up once was a big enough deal—going on an actual date with the man who is also one of her professor was another step in the wrong direction. Or, at least, it would be wrong for anyone at the university finding out.

“Yeah,” Calum nodded, a lone curl brushing across his forehead as he instantly gave his head a single shake to push it away. Calum kept her close, hands still in the pockets of her pants, allowing Evelyn to feel the warmth his touch spread. He also smelled fresh and like a rain forest, the scent ridiculously inviting. His smile returned to his face, lazy and boyish, making him appear younger—not that Evelyn thought he was that much older than her. He looked young in his own right. “My place. I’ll cook.”

Evelyn had to keep herself from inhaling sharply at that. Calum cooking for her? Her stomach twisting excitedly just at the mere thought, biting her lower lip though she was smiling through it. “Okay,” she easily agreed—as if she would oppose to it if Calum hadn’t. “When do you wanna do this?”

“Friday night?” Calum suggested with a raise of his eyebrow.

Her smile transformed into a small pout, Calum’s gaze instantly flickering to her lips as he stopped himself from kissing them again. “I can’t. I’m visiting my parents and I leave Friday afternoon.”

Calum hummed in acknowledgment before asking, “Thursday night?” after checking through his calendar, realizing he had nothing that would hinder these plans.

He hoped he didn’t sound too eager, but couldn’t help but feel his tone wasn’t unlike that of a middle schooler asking out his crush. But Calum wanted to ask her before he lost the nerve, before he let all rational thought come crashing back into his mind to remind him that this was a bad idea. That he shouldn’t be risking his entire academic fucking career on a girl he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes and hands off.

But, shit, if Calum wasn’t constantly lured in by Evelyn’s eyes and smile, by the way she always had an answer ready for him in class whenever he unexpectedly called on her, or just by her in general. Calum had never been drawn to someone so dramatically, so quickly, so out of the blue. Not doing something about it seemed almost like a crime, and sleeping with her once didn’t seem enough. He felt the urge to want more, and so forgetting for a moment what their professional relationship was, Calum found the courage to ask her on a date. The fact that she was agreeing only served to make him not want to change his mind.

“I can do Thursday night,” Evelyn answered with a grin, checking her own schedule in her head. Thank God she was free.

When Evelyn smiled, Calum pressed a soft, sucking kiss to her lips before saying, “Give me your phone, doll.”

The small term of endearment sent a shiver down Evelyn’s spine as she retrieved the device from her purse, instantly recalling when he called her that when he was fucking her into the backseat of her car. God, how badly she wanted to do that again. She bit the inside of her lower lip once she unlocked her phone and handed it to him, watching as he pulled one hand out of her pocket to type in his name and number, sending himself a text before handing the phone back.

Once Evelyn put it away, her gaze shifted back to the man she was pressed against, knowing that she had to leave to go to work but not wanting to. She reached up and placed a hand at the back of his neck, pulling him towards her and pressing another kiss to his lips, neither of them getting enough of each other’s lips against their own, humming appreciatively against his mouth before murmuring, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Calum gave her ass one last cheeky squeeze, earning a quiet giggle from her as his grin widened once they pulled away. Evelyn stepped back as his hand fell out of her pocket, shooting him an amused smirk as he offered up a ring clad, two finger salute, much like he had caught her attention with that night. “Can’t wait, doll.”

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