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introwalktheline · 2 years

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Bad day

↳ genre: strangers to lovers i think? im really bad at this omg

↳ pairing: neighbour!jake x reader (ft. seugi my beloved)

↳ summary: you had a pretty shitty day. unexpectedly, jake, your neighbour, came to the rescue.

↳ word count: 1515

↳ warnings: as always, bad/basic english and possible grammar mistakes; not proof-read

↳ A/N: hi there! i know im not that active on here, but i just wanted to say, i really appreciate each small interaction, and if you ever want me to write something, i'd gladly do that! i know im no special writer, im mediocre at best, so feedback is always welcome ^^ i hope you like this one-shot, please take care and remember to drink water and take your medicines <33

you still remember the day you first met. jake was coming home after a walk with layla while you were going out with martha, your dog. you still remember his astonished face, as you immediately caught up with the name's dog: after all, you had named yours after paul mccartneys' pet. of course you’d have connected the dots.

you never really showed interest in anyone besides fictional characters or celebrities who clearly didn’t even know you existed. you didn’t know anything about feelings, nor wanted you. you always thought that wasn’t for you. well, up until that moment. that first encounter was like a powerful spark, lighting a fuse you couldn’t control anymore. alas, after that small encounter and besides some small talk as you both waited for the elevator to come up, you didn't get any chance to befriend him. as much as it pained you, you two were merely acquaintances. for the most part, you LOVED being an introvert; this time, however, you yearned for a bit more self-esteem and spontaneity.

today was undoubtedly not your day. martha was acting weird, the elevator was out of order and your favorite plant had probably died, to your dismay. i mean, it was all your fault, it’s not like you took care of it. but to you, this was merely a sign of the day-to-be.

after a long day at work, you finally came back home to martha: to cheer her up, you opted for a walk in the park, and you immediately noticed how much her mood was lifted. that made your day. it may be weird for some people, but martha meant a lot to you and you shared a deep bond with her.

however, things quickly escalated when returning home, drenched from head to toe, since, of course, it was pouring, and you didn’t bring an umbrella with you, you realize, with horror plastered on your face, you left the keys inside the apartment.

you desperately knocked and called screamed like a crazy, drunk middle-aged lady your roommate's name, knowing well that seulgi had already departed to visit her family for the weekend. this feels almost surreal. this feels like one of those silly sitcoms you always laugh at. except this time, it’s not funny. you just want to go home, end this dreadful day. you were so mad at yourself, nervousness taking a toll on you after a hard day. sitting on the cold pavement, leaning against the door, a lonely tear presented itself on your face, and after that another, and another, tension growing thicker in the corridor. let’s be honest: it hasn’t been simply a bad day. it’s been a tough month. you barely recognize yourself and you don’t know who you are anymore. man, being in your twenties sucks. you’re supposed to have the best moments of your life, or so they say. yet, you spend your nights preparing for the nth exam, and you try your best to work in order to survive, which reminds you: you still have to pay the rent and you have no money left.

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice a bemused jake approaching you. well, not until he asked if you were okay. that’s probably what you liked the most about him: you didn’t know him that well, sure, but you knew he was a thoughtful person ever since you saw him help that grumpy grandma on the ground floor as she struggled with the groceries bags, carrying them for her and carefully listening to what she was narrating.

"y/n what are you doing there? is everything all right?"

if there was something you truly hated, that was asking for help. you were always the one giving it. you just….hated depending on someone.

"yeah no worries, i'm fine! how did the run go?" you asked, as you saw him in his usual attire.

"y/n, it's freezing out here. why don't you go inside?"

another thing you hate is not being able to lie. the moment you’d open your mouth, it’d be clear as day that you were, in fact, lying. and of course, the hesitance in your voice made your unintentional message ten times clearer.

"you locked yourself out, didn't you?" asked jake, smirking at you. he was SO cute, how could you be mad at him right now, even though he was making fun of you?

"guilty" was the only answer you were able to utter, your nervous laugh echoing in the hallway. why bother concealing the truth at this point. you were just tired.

"why don't you come over? and then we'll figure something out. how does that sound?"

in any other scenario, that would've been music to your ears: maybe you had finally caught up, maybe you had a teeny tiny crush on the handsome, sweet, kind, smart boy living next door. yes, you know, such a cliché. but deep down, you knew this was just courtesy. it's not like he did want you to be sitting on his sofa on a friday night, when he could take a shower, get ready and drink with his friends, or, if he had one, with his partner.

"so what happened exactly?" asked the boy as he let you come in, genuine concern in his voice, looking at you with his big, doe eyes.

and you explained it all, from the moment you woke up and saw martha, to the moment he saw you on the ground, helpless. you were scared, to be honest. had he not rescued you, you would’ve probably panicked by now. after all, where were you supposed to spend the weekend? you had no friends, you had moved out of town for your studies... you would’ve probably had to spend money to rent a room somewhere, and you barely had some bucks to buy some food. not to mention that damned rent. again, you’d never ask seulgi to help you with it, being way too stubborn and proud.

"why don't you sleep here? i can rest on the sofa, no worries. besides, layla would love to have martha as a companion too." you swore you could see a blush creeping on his cheeks, but that was probably your delusional ass. how could mister-perfect-smile, a blessed-by-god boy, blush in front of an introverted couch potato like yourself?

flustered and dumbfounded, you didn't know what to do. it's not like you would complain if you could spend some time with him, right? it was so easy to be around your neighbour, you almost felt at home. it felt natural.

"i really didn't want to intrude though, im so sorry for being such a pain in the ass"

"intrude? oh please, y/n, what are you talking about? it's a pleasure to spend the evening with you. i won’t take no as an answer, so let's prepare something to eat! i don’t know about you, but i’m starving"

you weren't, in fact, the best cook out there. still, you tried your best, wanting to repay jake for his niceness.

"jake, where's the colander?" you asked the young man, who was busy setting the table in his living room.

"oh, it's above the plates in the cupboard!"

you weren't exactly the tallest girl alive. mounting on a chair, not wanting, again, to ask for help, you tried your best to reach the highest shelf of the cupboard, which resulted in you slightly losing balance, already expecting to end up with your face sprawled on the floor. luckily for you, jake was more observant and attentive than you gave him credit for. he was fast enough to save you from a future facial transplant, catching you bridal style.

“careful there. we don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours, don’t we?” he mused, his laugh making you lose conscience for a moment.

to say you were speechless would be the least. was he…flirting? with you? in this economy? in this universe? THE jake sim? this was probably happening in your dreams. yet, you were so close to jake’s face, you could feel his breath fanning over your face: if it was a dream, it was a quite vivid one. time suddenly stopped; you were fully lost in his eyes, perceiving only the beating of your heart, a loud, deafening music: you were scared even jake could hear it. you forced yourself to snap out of it: what the hell were you thinking?

"ah thank you so much, it looks like i also owe you my life now" you replied nonchalantly, trying to lose the tension a bit; except, jake didn't budge and kept looking at your now pale, disoriented visage.

"you know, y/n, for such a smart person, you're pretty oblivious and dumb when it comes to feelings. now, shall we eat?” wait a minute. what? WHAT? you didn't even have the time to answer: he was already in the living room,sitting at the table, waiting for you to bring the food. still a bit shaken up, you served the food and sat in front of the boy. needless to say, you had a great time with jake. not to mention, you were actually able to flirt back. you! the shy, introvert one. it’s been a tough day, that was out of the question at this point. though you had a feeling, bad luck had finally come to an end for you. maybe you should lock yourself out more often!

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introwalktheline · 2 years

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hihi ^^ i just wanted to drop in to say that ur jay fic is so cute <3 also welcome to engeneblr !!

aaaa that's so sweet of you :(( tysm it really means a lot to me <33

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introwalktheline · 2 years

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caught ya!

↳ genre: enemies to lovers ig? idk

↳ summary: you and sunghoon hated each other’s guts, or so it seemed. until you got caught by an unwelcomed guest

↳ word count: around 1230

↳ warnings: again, bad/basic english and possible grammar mistakes; swearing; heated scene (it's not completely nsfw but please do not approach if uncomfortable anyways)

you and sunghoon hated each other’s guts. blood would boil in your veins whenever he’d start to speak; your remarks were as venomous as a wild snake attacking its prey.

as cliché as it may sound, while you were the typical diligent student, always topping your classes and working hard, he would often slack off, prioritizing the ice-skating rink and hanging out with his friends, not even once bothering to focus on school, homework and tests. you two were as different as day and night, as the sun and the moon; yet, it seemed quite the exact motive of your attraction towards the raven-haired boy. of course, you’d never admit it to anyone, not even to yourself, your pride obscuring your reason. little did you know, sunghoon felt the exact same way, too proud to voice his feelings, just like you.

it was quite ordinary to watch the two of you quarrel over the stupidest things in the hall of your school. being extremely short-tempered, even though rational enough to notice and control yourself most of the time, you’d somehow fall for his teasing remarks. and he secretly loved watching you get all worked up. you were so adorable: your face often turned red from turmoil, and your brows formed a cute frown. he just couldn’t stop.

you and sunghoon hated each other’s guts. the problem? you two shared the same group of friends. things would normally go rather smoothly; you both loved your friends way too much to cause unwelcomed troubles. hence, you tried your best to stay away from him when you guys hung out together.

finally happy to be free from homework and to spend the evening with your friends, you decided to watch a movie with them. while getting in line for the tickets, a smug comment from the person you were the least - or so you kept telling literally anyone all the time - interested in made you halt right away. you tried to remain calm, you truly did, as you didn’t want to ruin the night out.

“so you’re telling me they make movies out of classics? like…these little women? how boring would that be? are there actually people who enjoy those kinds of movies? that’s bullshit”

see, those sentences, as if out of deliberate malice, were not simply put out there for everyone else to hear. he wanted YOU to hear them. he knew how much you were fond of period dramas, and how you would easily walk into the trap; it was so easy to exasperate you at this point. the poor guy had become addicted to teasing you.

compressing your mouth, holding a silent combat with yourself, you simply could not manage to control yourself anymore. they say the eyes are the mirror of our soul; well, at that moment, your unflinching, ferocious stare was quite eloquent. it goes without saying, you haughtily answered him.

“why, don’t tell me you’re the type of person who actually enjoys watching…i don’t know, horror movies? please…the plot is stupid, it’s literally all about weird scenes and jumpscares. and i bet you even shit yourself while watching them.”

that's it. he didn’t see that coming. you were basically calling him a coward? hell no, he couldn't back down so easily.

“well, princess” sunghoon said while hovering way too close to your figure, “why don’t we put this to the test? we’ll watch a horror movie together, and see who’ll be the one shitting their own pants. you decide where and when. what do you think, love?”

if you said you weren’t turned on, you’d be a liar. you would never give in though; you quickly focused again on the matter, and accepted the challenge.

sunghoon joined you in your house the day after your little dispute. your parents were never really at home, and that night too, for they had an important business dinner to attend. at times, it felt lonely, being an only child. however, it was the perfect time to end it all with the guy, not having to answer unwanted questions nor wanting to give false hopes to your mother, who would shriek at the thought of you finally getting a boyfriend.

as was anticipated, the movie he picked was quite boring, not to mention the fact that you’ve never really been a scaredy cat. an hour into the movie, you snort loudly; of course this didn’t go unnoticed to your companion.

“what now”, asked sunghoon bitterly.

“how can you enjoy this kind of movie? seriously. they’re just plain, and boring, and don’t make any sense, and-”

“can you shut up? i don't care whether you like them or not, just keep quiet till the end. unless you’re too scared to keep watching it?” retorted the boy complacently.

and that you did, for a while. you kept quiet. nonetheless, sensing how vexed he had become, and being bored to death, you couldn’t lose the opportunity to make him even more exasperated.

“that’s literally trash. why would a kid enter that weird ass, dark door, it’s not what would normally happ-”

now. that you would’ve never seen it coming. sunghoon had roughly placed his lips on yours, his body acting quicker than his own mind.

you and sunghoon hated each other’s guts. if so, then why was that kiss so intoxicating? why did it feel so right? after a few seconds of disbelief, you reciprocated the kiss, allowing yourself to deepen it. at that moment, you didn’t care about the possible teasing that would’ve resulted from it. at that moment, the tension between you two vanished into the air, growing stiffer as the two of you transformed a simple kiss into a heated make-out session. hungry for sunghoon lips, you wrapped your hands around his neck, not letting go. his moans were pure music to your ears, and made something click into your brain. you interrupted your ministrations only to straddle on his lap; his hands reaching your hips, keeping you secure and in place. even in the unlit room, you could clearly see his hooded, dark, hungry eyes staring deeply into your soul, and that’s where it hit you: you and sunghoon didn’t actually hate each other’s guts.

you two were so different from one another, yet you’d just become one in a warm embrace.

too caught up in your actions, the arrival of sunoo, your best friend, whom of course you’d given the spare key to, was unnoticed. well, only for a few seconds.

“oh my god, i totally knew it! i knew you two would be making out, i’m so telling the others” a smug settled in his visage. you hated to see that face, it meant trouble. this time wasn’t an exception.

“for god's sake sunoo, when did you come here? you scared the shit out of me” you answered, your cheeks getting redder and redder.

“well, well, well… i guess he won the bet then, didn’t he? you didn’t finish the movie”, continued the younger one, indicating the tv, still on.

“anyways, please don’t go further, we don’t want to babysit another child, we already have niki and it’s like having ten children".

“GET THE HELL OUT” you screamed at a satisfied sunoo, already on his way to tell everyone what he had just seen. you and sunghoon expected a long, embarrassing conversation with the others.

author's note: i wanted to thank everyone who read this, it means a lot to me! i'm not sure about what i'm doing, especially since i've never really used tumblr to post my writings,,, also if you have any requests i'm always here :((

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ἐπιφάνεια (epiphany: "manifestation, striking appearance")

↳ pairing: college student!jay x college student!y/n (ft. college student!heeseung)

↳ summary: you realize you harbor feelings for one of your roommates…with a little help from a (best) friend. NB: all three of them (heeseung, jay and y/n) are roommates! (omg they were roommates)

↳ word count: 1.441

↳ genre: fluff ig??? also best friend to lovers

↳ warnings: bad/basic english and possible grammar mistakes (pls don't be too harsh, english is not my native tongue aaa); swearing like,,, twice??? idk idk

“jeez y/n just tell him, already!”

You continuously replay the sentence in your head. Heeseung seemed pretty annoyed, peeved even. He never quite showed this kind of emotions, not towards you at the very least: you two always managed to agree on anything, even the stupidest things (and yes, you two would bicker for hours with Niki, his dongsaeng, about whether milk or cereals would go first only for Niki to sulk for the rest of the day, knowing he already lost the battle). The thing is: Heeseung knew you too damn well. If looks have language, even the stupidest person alive could have guessed how much affection you harbored for Jay. Yet, you would never confess your love, the boy was sure of it. To top it all, Heeseung is a great observer. Your feelings were to be found in the little things, in the acts of service: you’d always prepare coffee for him in the morning and leave him to “recover”, knowing well how much he hates to wake up early and be bothered first thing in the morning; you’d take out the trash at night when he's too focused on a uni project, even though it’s so cold outside that you feel it in your bones as you hurry back in your shared apartment. Heeseung would often catch you blushing at the sight of a bare-chested and unbothered Jay, or whenever the two asked you about your hypothetical crush.

You’ve never really been accustomed to display of affection: and yet, Heeseung could see through you. You’d almost gag over cringy movie scenes, yet you were a hopeless romantic; you’d hate to be all mushy with your friends, yet you’d give the world for them. Indeed, you were a living paradox. He just knew. He knew you had never been in a relationship and how scared you probably were to mess things up with your best friend. Not only that: he couldn’t help but notice how detached you’ve become lately, as if you’ve finally understood it all. Thus, as months kept going by, he couldn’t help but get more and more frustrated at your antics and at how oblivious jay would be. Especially since he seemed to conceal behind his teasing personality just the same amount of affection and care. It was as frustrating as watching a drama, except you two were his long-time friends who would never admit your feelings toward each other. Heeseung couldn’t hold it anymore; he came up with a plan, hoping to make a couple out of you at the end of that same day. The three of you, like any Wednesday, were having a movie night. The poor boy opted for a romantic movie -despite his hate for the genre - that fit your situation like a glove, hoping one of the two would finally make a move. However, you had no interest in watching the movie, your focus rather being on a certain person, sitting right beside you on the sofa, deeply immersed in your thoughts. In any case, luck seemed to be on the plotter’s side: Jay appeared to be stiffed and uneasy, quickly excusing himself to “go to the bathroom”.

“Y/n, you should go after him” suggested the hopeful boy.

“What? Why? He went to the bathroom I don’t-”

“Y/n, for the love of god, please go talk to him. He went to the left. He’s obviously in his room. And be sincere, no matter what happens. It’s time you two stop lying”.

Heeseung was right, as always. You find him in the bedroom the two boys shared, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, his frown signaling he was deep in thoughts. You hesitated for a moment: perhaps he wanted to be on his own. As much as you hated to admit it, you were scared: the two of you seemed to grow distant by the minute, and you were afraid to lose your best friend over nothing. Knocking twice on the already-opened door, you startle a bit the other.

“Jay, it’s me. Can I come in? Are you okay?” your voice cracked a bit in the meantime, scaring him.

“Uh yeah, sure, come in”.

“Jay, is everything okay? You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m always here for you, well, unless you murdered someone, that would be-”

“Y/n. Do you see me just as your best friend?” you could hear the hesitance and bashfulness in his voice.

You stayed on the edge of the bed for what seemed like an infinite amount of time, benumbed. What was the right answer? If he didn’t like you back, you’d probably feel awkward after admitting your feelings; if he did like you back, though, would you be a good companion? You weren’t sure of it; you preferred to keep things like they already were between you two. Heeseung’s words resound in your head. You know he’s right. You are aware. You know you should stop hiding like a coward. You know you wouldn’t lose Jay so easily, your bond being deeper than whatever this situation would prospect. “Fuck it”, you thought to yourself.

“What if I don’t, Jay? I think…I think I see you as more than just a best friend. I don’t feel this way about Heeseung, I know that. I just- I’m scared, okay? I hate to admit this, but I’m afraid to love. I’m afraid to lose you, somehow. I’ve never done….this. What if I’m not a good lover? What if you end up not standing me anymore? What if we part ways eventually? No, you’re way too important for me”.

As you were talking rambling, the other one couldn’t help but smirk. It was the first time you showed this side of you: the doubtful, afraid, weak side. On the contrary, you always showed strength and confidence to the others, yet here you were in front of him, voicing your worries and admitting your feelings, only for him to hear and to know.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Y/n…there’s no right or wrong when it comes to love. There is no formula nor a certain law to follow. Do you really think you wouldn’t be a good companion? You always make sure I drink enough water and not only those shitty energy drinks I can’t seem to cut off; you always put up with me while I throw a tantrum cause my outfit is not on point; you always buy corn and honey for me when it’s your turn to go grocery shopping; shit, I can’t even list all the things you do for me, it’d take me years to finish. What I mean to say is y/n, you already ARE the best companion I could ask for. Again, there are no right or wrong doings. Well….unless you kill me in the end”.

That’s the Jongseong you know. Of course, the last sentence made you smile like a fool. You felt nothing but giddiness in your heart. And that’s what matters. All your fears vanished like nothing: after all, he’s always been the light in the dark, the raft in the tempest, a cup of hot chocolate when it pours out there. There was no hint of doubt in Jay’s eyes, but only care and affection. You were sure now, the sudden realization hitting you. The moment of pure bliss made you eager and jaunty: you suddenly came closer to jay, yet lingering. Your movement startled him a bit.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” you murmur, to the point he wasn’t sure he heard you right. Seconds after, his lips were on yours: it was a soft, chaste, tender kiss. He hoped to convey everything he felt with that action: he dreamed about this way too many times, and now that it finally occurred, he wanted to make it right.

“Are you two kissing? There’s too much silence for you to be talking or…you know, doing something else”. Heeseung screamed from the living room, ruining the moment for the two of you. Clearly, that was your cue to leave the bedroom and reveal the poor fellow the news.

“Well? Are you two finally together?” he asked slily.

Your timid nod was enough to make him breathe a sigh of relief.

“Took you long enough. Now, PLEASE don’t make those disgusting things couples do in front of me, will you?” he answered with a disgusted face. However, you two wouldn’t have it. You threw yourselves on him, holding the defeated one in a long embrace.

“Don’t be such a meanie, we know you don’t mean it. Now, shall we go back to watch the movie?”

↳ author's note: if you read this, tysm!! I know it's not that good or original, but writing helps me cope with my life atm, so yeah. Constructive criticism is gladly accepted, I'd love to hear what you think about it, even though I highly doubt someone will actually read it. Still, I love doing this ^^

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