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kusmos · 8 months

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₊ 🖇 . ﾟ﹟ ✶ ◌ ✺ ── ❪ 𝟕𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❫ !

˚˳° 🔗 ｡* 𝐂𝑯𝐈𝑺𝐔𝑵 ˚˳° 🔗 ｡*ﾟ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , dam chisun (담치순) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , chisun . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 , february 3, 2001 (21) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰 , aquaries . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 , seoul, south korea . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korean . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korean . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 , 167 cm . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , karina (aespa) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , glennis grace (soloist) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , heejin (loona) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , heejin (loona) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , karina (aespa) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 , korean (100%), english (73%), japanese (60%), mandarin (42%) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 , go up entertainment . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 , 7th sense . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 , leader, main vocalist, fotg . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ vocal ─ 10/10

ﾟ﹟ rap ─ 2/10

ﾟ﹟ dance ─ 7/10

ﾟ﹟ stage presence ─ 7/10

ﾟ﹟ songwriting ─ 9/10

ﾟ﹟ producing ─ 2/10

ﾟ﹟ variety show ─ 8/10

ﾟ﹟ choreography ─ 6/10

ﾟ﹟ public speaking ─ 9/10

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , she’s a charismatic and engaging individual who effortlessly captivates any audience with her exceptional public speaking skills. her natural humor and quick wit make her the life of the party, while her receptive nature allows her to connect deeply with others. besides her talents in public speaking, she's also an avid reader and a skilled problem solver, making her a well-rounded and fascinating person to be around.

˒ ⨳. 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ chisun has an uncanny ability to remember the lyrics of every song she's ever heard.

ﾟ﹟ despite being terrified of heights, she once went skydiving to conquer her fear.

ﾟ﹟ chisun’s favourite hobby is gardening.

˚˳° 🔗 ｡* 𝐉𝑰𝐍𝑵𝐘 ˚˳° 🔗 ｡*ﾟ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , liang jiayi (梁嘉怡 ) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , jinny . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 , may 11, 2004 (20) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰 , taurus . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 , shenzhen, china . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 , chinese . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korea-china . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 , 172 cm . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , xiaoting (kepler) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , yena (soloist) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , yeeun (soloist) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , jisung (nct) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , xiaoting (kepler) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 , mandarin (100%), korean (85%), japanese (70%), english (70%) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 , go up entertainment . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 , 7th sense . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 , main dancer, lead rapper . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ vocal ─ 2/10

ﾟ﹟ rap ─ 9/10

ﾟ﹟ dance ─ 10/10

ﾟ﹟ stage presence ─ 10/10

ﾟ﹟ songwriting ─ 1/10

ﾟ﹟ producing ─ 1/10

ﾟ﹟ variety show ─ 6/10

ﾟ﹟ choreography ─ 9/10

ﾟ﹟ public speaking ─ 7/10

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , jiayi is a thoughtful and introspective individual with a calm and composed demeanor. Her innate curiosity drives her to explore new ideas and cultures, and her attentive nature makes her an excellent listener and friend. jiayi’s artistic flair shines through in her love for her job, and her determination to continuously learn and grow makes her an inspiring presence to those around her.

˒ ⨳. 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ jiayi’s guilty pleasure is binge-watching classic 90s sitcoms on lazy weekends.

ﾟ﹟ her secret talent is doing spot-on impressions of famous movie characters.

ﾟ﹟ she’s known among her friends for creating hilarious and imaginative halloween costumes every year.

˚˳° 🔗 ｡* 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝑰𝐍𝒀𝐎𝑼𝐍𝑮 ˚˳° 🔗 ｡*ﾟ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , kim minyoung (김민영) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , maira . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 , june 4, 2001 (23) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰 , gemini . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 , seoul, south korea . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korean . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korean . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 , 166 cm . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , nana (actress) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , chloe bailey (soloist) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , ten (nct) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , ten (nct) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , sunmi (soloist) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 , korean (100%), english (69%), mandarin (64%), japanese (50%) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 , go up entertainment . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 , 7th sense . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 , main dancer, lead vocalist . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ vocal ─ 8/10

ﾟ﹟ rap ─ 4/10

ﾟ﹟ dance ─ 10/10

ﾟ﹟ stage presence ─ 9/10

ﾟ﹟ songwriting ─ 3/10

ﾟ﹟ producing ─ 1/10

ﾟ﹟ variety show ─ 5/10

ﾟ﹟ choreography ─ 9/10

ﾟ﹟ public speaking ─ 7/10

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , minyoung is a vibrant and optimistic soul, radiating positivity wherever she goes. her boundless energy and enthusiasm for life are infectious, and she effortlessly brings people together with her friendly and approachable nature. a natural problem solver, minyoung’s analytical thinking and determination empower her to tackle challenges head-on. with a passion for the outdoors and a heart full of compassion, she's a true joy to have as a friend.

˒ ⨳. 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ she’s an avid collector of vintage postcards and loves scouring flea markets for unique finds.

ﾟ﹟ minyoung’s go-to karaoke song is "breakin’ dishes" by rihanna.

ﾟ﹟ she is a true night owl and does her best work during the late hours.

˚˳° 🔗 ｡* 𝐄𝑴𝐈𝑲𝐎 ˚˳° 🔗 ｡*ﾟ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , harada emiko (原田美) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 , emiko . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 , march 27, 2004 (19) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰 , aries . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 , tokyo, japan . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korean . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , korean . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 , 165 cm . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , kazuha (le sserrafim) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , bae (nmixx) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , yubin (soloist) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , ryujin (itzy) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 , kazuha (le sserafim) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 , japanese (100%), korean (78%), english (57%), mandarin (40%) . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 , go up entertainment . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 , 7th sense . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 , main rapper, vocalist, maknae . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

˒ ⨳. 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ vocal ─ 6/10

ﾟ﹟ rap ─ 10/10

ﾟ﹟ dance ─ 7/10

ﾟ﹟ stage presence ─ 8/10

ﾟ﹟ songwriting ─ 9/10

ﾟ﹟ producing ─ 2/10

ﾟ﹟ variety show ─ 8/10

ﾟ﹟ choreography ─ 6/10

ﾟ﹟ public speaking ─ 5/10

˒ ⨳. 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 , emiko is a quiet and introspective individual with a deep and artistic soul. her creativity knows no bounds, as she pours her emotions into her music and writing. despite her reserved nature, emiko’s close friends appreciate her unwavering loyalty and kind-heartedness. she finds solace in nature, often spending her time outdoors, and her ability to see beauty in the smallest details makes her a truly unique and cherished presence in their lives.

˒ ⨳. 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 . ֺ𖥔 ˑ

ﾟ﹟ her idea of a perfect weekend involves a cozy blanket, a good book, and a bottomless cup of pepsi.

ﾟ﹟ emiko’s phone gallery is filled with snapshots of breathtaking sunsets that she sees everyday.

ﾟ﹟ she’s a master at creating personalized playlists for different moods and occasions.

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vanillelace · 2 years

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Stole Your Car.

⟡ ⠀warnings : swearing

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⟡ ⠀pairings : park jisung x female reader, kind of some snippets of haechan x female reader

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⟡ ⠀genres : fluff, a bit of comedy if possible, and a few sad moments, not many though. some of it is based on ‘stole your car’ by charlotte lawrence.

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⟡ ⠀theme : college!au, ft. dance major!park jisung, music major!reader, friends to lovers!au.

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⟡ ⠀word count : 8,543 words!!

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⟡ ⠀synopsis : your ex broke up with you, and boy, it wasn’t pretty. you decide to take revenge on him by stealing his CAR. turns out, you get caught by park jisung, a shy at first ambivert. being kind at the moment, he assists you, but then blackmails you into tutoring him in his least favorite subject, english. what happens when you start going from acquaintances to friends to lovers? FEATURES OTHER MEMBERS OF NCT — WAYV, 127, DREAM + MORE GROUPS & IDOLS!

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⟡ ⠀playlist (i.e. what i listened to whilst writing this) : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6U8EP7w2Xef4bYFuHwpZos?si=nOig1UfYT12M2dYQGPhrAQ

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⟡ ⠀a small note : the header used isn’t mine, and i couldn’t find the credits </3 i’ve tried to make the college theme as good as possible since i do not go to college right now. also the beginning seems a bit ten and haechan fixated but i swear it isn’t, i just want a backstory lol. have fun reading!

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⟡ ⠀taglist : @aehyei @moonsclover <3

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→﹒look at what you started, now you can't blame this on me . . .

YOU knew it. eventually this day would come.

the day you would end up broken.

broken because of YOUR BOYFRIEND’S CUTENESS!

WHY WAS HE SO CUTE IT HURT?

you could go on and on, rambling about your boyfriend, ten lee. he was the most sought after boy in your college, Eros University.

now, your college name was not, in fact, named after the greek god of love. oh, no, no, no, the founder wanted to name it after asteroid 433. as wikipedia states, “asteroid 433, discovered in 1898, which comes at times nearer to the earth than any celestial body except the moon.” you would be the most taunted students if you went to a uni named after love. it’s a shuddering thought.

back to your boyfriend. he was thai, but he changed his name from chittaphon leechaiyapornkul to ten lee, which, as he said, “was easier to pronounce and more minimalistic”. he had this really pretty grey-black hair, mainly a VERY dark shade of grey, which just made you want to run your hands through it. he had pretty and bright, dancing phoenix eyes in a shade of hazel, and thin, pink lips. he had multiple piercings along his ear, thereby increasing his attractiveness. you never knew when he had the guts to ask you out, but he did, and now, you had been dating for 7 months.

at some point, you knew the relationship wasn’t going well, but you kept moving anyway. you loved him, he loved you, that’s all that matters, right?

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you shook yourself awake from your dream when you heard the doorbell of your dorm ring. you opened it, the gap small enough for you to peep out and see who disturbed your thoughts. you had an assignment given by your music teacher, and eventually one or the other way you ended up thinking about ten.

a voice rang out behind the door in an opera-like voice, shaking you, once again, from your thoughts. you instantly recognized the voice. “HYUCK!” you yelled, happy to see your best friend. “wait a second, i’ll unlock my door,” you muttered, frustrated with your doorknob. it kept getting stuck, and you were sooner or later going to complain to the head of dorms.

you just needed the guts to do it.

“Y/N!” lee donghyuck, known on campus as haechan, yelled back. “stop flexing your vocals on me, we all know you’re the top of our batch, so shut the fuck up.”

donghyuck clutched a hand over where his heart would be, and dramatically began, “hey! that hurts. i’m not flexing, just proving i deserve the role at top,” and sat down on a barstool chair in your kitchen-slash-dining area, pretending to faint of agony that you didn’t believe in his modesty. “not flexing MY FOOT. you should’ve taken drama, that would’ve made it easier for me to move up one place to the first rank. and you would’ve excelled anyway.”

“ding, ding, ding! guess who gave an extremely accurate answer.” you rolled your eyes at his words, and walked over to the kitchen counter to make him his usual favorite — mixed fruit jam and CHEESE. “i still don’t get how you like this shit.” you said, and haechan grinned. “what? in my defence, i’m weird too.”

“can’t argue with that.” you told him, and he punched you playfully. you guys had been best friends before coming to Eros, and met in high school. you shared a love for music and a hatred for science, so you got along pretty well. you teased and insulted each other, but you also had each other’s backs.

he was handsome, to say the least. full, crimson lips, round eyes, short, caramel hair, and a baby face. he had his own group of friends, but still he loved your company as you did his. he was famous in the school and knew it.

you handed him his sandwich, and grabbed a m&m’s chocolate bar from the big box of chocolates your parents sent you from where they were traveling. according to their recent letter, it was uae — united arab emirates. after you went off to university, they decided to visit a list of places they had seen with you before, in what you believed to be an attempt to reminisce what had been before you decided to pursue your dreams of being a singer-songwriter, but they said that it was because they “wanted to see what they missed the last time”.

to be honest to yourself, you hoped they were lying about it, and that you were right. you missed them, but you knew that if you wanted to do what you really wanna, you had to make sacrifices.

at least you were lucky enough to have a friend, a best friend at that.

“heeeeeellllooooooooooooooo??”

haechan’s voice snapped you out of your messed up feelings. “sorry, i zoned out a bit. want a bit of my chocolate?” you offered haechan, who promptly broke a piece out of yours. he laughed, the sound a beautiful melody to your ears. you smiled, the right side of your lips turning upwards, as they always did when you genuinely smiled.

you spent the rest of the evening talking about the most recent gossip and scandals of uni, and waved as he left.

ah, how you enjoyed his company.

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you lived in your dorm room alone, since you had opted for a room for a single person. you liked what you had done with the place. it had a coat of paint in the shade of beige, and looked vintage, yet cozy. everyone knew you to be a natural at decorating and styling. everyone was jealous about your sense of style, and always asked you for tips on their own rooms and aesthetics.

you began on your night routine for your skin, carefully washing your face. once the 30 minutes long drill was complete, you threw yourself on your bed, a gorgeous shade of peacock blue. opening your phone, you went through your messages. ten had sent you a text 15 minutes ago, asking if you were free at the moment.

you immediately responded, because he had punctuated his sentence correctly. as far as you knew, ten NEVER EVER did that.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Ten 😸🤍

Hi Y/n, are you free right now?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀yes, i am. what’s up?

So.. I want to break up.

you looked up, staring blankly at your wall, where a framed picture of you and ten rested. you sighed, and knew that this was it.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Ten 😸🤍

Hi Y/n, are you free right now?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀yes, i am. what’s up?

So.. I want to break up.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ok

That’s.. it?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀yea

Wait, fr?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀mhm

What the fuck is up?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀this wouldve happened anyway whats the point

Can we stay friends?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ok

No, seriously, are you okay?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Yes

Since when are you this dry?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀since the breakup, duh u dumbass

I’m…

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀i doubt a friendship will work out but sure let’s be besties‼️

ok gn y/n

you changed the contact name from Ten 😸🤍 to Ten 💀

you played your playlist on spotify, tears running on your face, leaving wet streaks behind. no. you wouldn’t cry. you knew this would happen, then why did it hurt so much?

you blindly dialed haechan’s number, and he picked up immediately.

“hello? y/n?”

you sobbed in reply, and he exhaled on the other end of the call.

“i’m on my way, i’ll get you some popcorn, tissues, some more chocolates, the sad shirt, and a movie.”

he disconnected the call, and you smiled through your tears. he always knew you, and you had never been more happier to call him your best friend.

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haechan sighed. no matter how strong you pretended to be, he saw through it, because he liked you, like, REALLY liked you, but you could never take a hint. he got his hopes up, but they crashed down around him. he grabbed the things he promised from the store on campus, and the sad shirt. he ran over to your dorm, ringing the bell. he watched footsteps come closer underneath the door, where a small amount of light showed the shadow of your small, fur-slippers covered feet. he patiently waited for you to unlock your door, staring at you when you did.

you always looked pretty, and this time wasn’t an exception. your brown curls with honey blonde highlights looked even messier than usual. although your face was streaked with dried tears, your usual pink cheeks remained. haechan grimaced at your pained state, and walked in, closing the door behind him.

“thanks, hyuck. what movie did you bring?” you asked, managing a watery smile at him. his grimace increased, if it were possible. “welllllll… i brought my laptop, so we can watch netflix? some series for teenagers that’s sure to make you cringe? or i don’t know, laugh..?” he replied, and you smiled. “alexa and katie!”

he laughed, opening netflix on his laptop, offering you the chocolates and sad shirt that he brought over simultaneously. alexa and katie had always been your favorite. haechan left you with the laptop, going to the kitchen to pop some popcorn. slipping the sad shirt over your head, you grabbed a few of the tissues, rubbing your face til the dried lines of tears were cleaned up, and sat in thought.

“haechan, what if i stole his car?”

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“NOW WAIT A DAMN MINUTE— WHAT? WHOSE CAR? WHAT’S GOING ON??”

haechan screamed in fear, running into the living room with oven mittens on, and a cooker full of just-popped popcorn. “can we like, explain what happened before we do something we regret?” haechan spoke, as though he was explaining how 1+1=2 to a cranky 3 year old.

you knew it made 3 though — 1+1=3. no one could change your mind on THAT.

“well, ten broke up with me over text,” you began, and haechan’s eyes began to light up. ‘NO. SHE WAS BROKEN UP WITH, YOU DON’T FEEL HAPPY, YOU FEEL SAD. YOU DUMBASS.’ he mused to himself, and you continued, “so now maybe i should steal his car. you see, i was listening to this one song by charlotte lawrence, and the lyrics GOT to me. you know?”

haechan blinked at you several times. “okay. firstly. you don’t get inspired by songs. you listen to them, and then enjoy it.” “even if it’s ‘dreams come true’??” “yes.” he replied, and continued. “next. THAT FUCKING DICKWAD BROKE UP WITH YOU OVER TEXT?” you started snickering.

“DICKWAD? SERIOUSLY, HYUCK?”

you doubled up with laughter, giggling til donghyuck was sure you had completely lost it. “MY POINT,” he began again, “IS THAT YOU ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO STEAL ANYONE’S CAR, EVEN IF THAT COMPLETE PIECE OF SHIT BROKE UP WITH YOU OVER THE FUCKING PHONE.”

“hey! don’t insult him, he may be a jerk, but he was a nice jerk anyway.” you scolded him, and hyuck rolled his eyes again. “i- did you not comprehend the subject of my numerous sentences?” “stop acting like you’re a scholar in english, we all know you barely scrape through. and yes, i did, but i choose to ignore them. i feel RECKLESS. it’s like the breakup has granted me FREEDOM, you know? i can do whatever the fuck i want without having to think about what ten will think. he was nice, but i was getting stressed out about his reputation. we shall see who had the real post-breakup makeover.”

“THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A POST-BREAKUP MAKEOVER THOU-“

you held up a hand, and he rolled his eyes. “I MADE IT UP, OKAY? back to the point, we shall go out and steal his car NOW.”

he ran a hand through his hair, then realized he was still wearing his oven mitts. his frustration slowly turned into surprise, and his face followed the same transition. you bit back a laugh, looking at his horrified state as he noticed he still held a hand over the cooker filled with buttery popcorn, whose scent was tantalizing.

“it’s okay, you can laugh.” he said in annoyance, and you giggled like a 6 year old who just got an ice cream. he smiled at your happiness, satisfied to be the cause of it.

damn, was he whipped.

“fine, we’ll steal a car tonight. but first, please, just please, let’s watch alexa and katie with the popcorn i spent a lot of time making?” he pleaded, and you grinned, nodding.

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after watching two episodes of alexa and katie as promised, you unhesitatingly jumped up to get ready. haechan unwillingly left your room to get ready in his own dorm. you put on a black full-sleeved turtleneck along with black trackpants, and black sports shoes.

okay, maybe you were being overdramatic, but it’s FINE.

you met haechan at his dorm, where he too had matched with you. you blinked at each other, and then laughed at the same time. “can’t believe we’re matching AGAIN.” he said, still clutching the stitch that occurred due to laughter. you beamed, and beckoned to him to follow.

you walked to the parking lot, where you saw ten’s love of his life.

the most beautiful jeep you had ever seen in your life.

you smirked at haechan, whose eyes widened. “look, wait- Y/N!” he raised his voice a bit, and you shushed him, stopping in your tracks. “what?” “we should think about this, you could go to fucking jail.” “…your point?” “jail, you dumbass, JAIL.” he said, irritated by your casual behavior. you rolled your eyes, and you continued moving ahead, haechan right beside you, each trying to prove their point.

“FUCK-“

three voices rang through the night, and those three knew — they had screwed up.

big time.

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footsteps could be heard, coming ever closer. nursing your injured ankle, you pulled the other two, one being haechan, and one being an unknown human.

“wait, i can convince them about what you idiots were doing. just don’t be so sketchy.” the stranger whispered as lights flashed on the three of you, throwing some brightness on the person’s face, whom you recognized to be a friend of haechan’s.

park jisung.

“JISUNG? HAECHAN? Y/N? what the actual fuck is going on?” a classmate of yours, also a part of haechan’s group of buddies, na jaemin, enquired, an eyebrow raised.

“i was walking, but then ran into these two blind idiots. i swear to god, if i’ve broken something, i will be eliminating someone.” jisung said angrily, and your eyes widened. damn, this guy’s good.

“oh. well. you guys should get back. luckily it was me who found you and not any of the seniors. they’d have you guys grounded or some immature shit.” jaemin muttered, and smiled apologetically. “sorry for being so panicky, i was just worried, i heard a sound of pain. you guys alright?” he asked, and you three winced, and nodded. “alright, good night. i’m off to my dorm.”

jaemin waved, and you smiled back, waving. immediately after he was out of sight, jisung turned to face you and haechan.

“care to explain what you had been doing?”

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after a sip of hot chocolate, you began explaining everything to jisung, who haechan assured could be trusted. jisung was a wonderful audience, reacting to your dramatic retelling with all the right responses, gasping in the right places, rolling his eyes in the right places, wiping pretend tears from his eyes too. after you explained why he found you and donghyuck attempting to steal a car, jisung calmly placed his mug aside.

with a straight face, he asked, “well, nice story. beautiful, really. the rollercoaster of emotions i just went on,” — he clutched a hand to his heart — “painful. anyways, i’d like something in return for my silence. what are you willing to sacrifice?”

you blinked at haechan accusingly.

“BITCH? YOU SAID HE CAN BE TRUSTED —“ you began, picking up your own half-filled mug of steaming hot chocolate, fully intending to throw it at his face. alarmed, he ducked, and jisung just sipped air.

you then proceeded to scream at haechan, who raised his hands protectively in front of his face. “I’M TOO YOUNG TO LOSE MY ATTRACTIVENESS!” he yelled at you, and jisung began grinning ear to ear. this had been the best k-drama he had ever seen, and HE was a part of their group of pals, nct dream.

“FUCK YOUR ATTRACTIVENESS, BITCH, YOU BETRAAAAAAYED ME, AND I KNOW YOU’LL NEVER FEEL SORRYYYYYYYY…”

“STOP BRINGING MUSIC INTO THIS.. I NEVER SAID HE WOULDN’T OFFER A FEE OR SOMETHING.”

you both turned to jisung, and he pointed to himself. “why are you looking at me like i’m an imposter or some shit?” he muttered, backing away. you turned to haechan, just as he turned to you.

“GET HIM!” you shouted in chorus.

“STOP BEING SO IMMATURE! MY FEE IS THAT Y/N TUTORS ME IN ENGLISH!” jisung yelled, just as you both jumped at him, only to begin tickling him. “STOP THAT HURTS HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA-“ jisung began crying with laughter, and you and haechan retreated to stare at him.

“so.. you were this dramatic to get me to tutor you?” you asked in a deadly undertone. jisung’s eyes grew slowly wider in fear, and haechan put a hand over his mouth, a pure act of drama. you grimly smiled, and said, “STOP GETTING SO SCARED, I’M NOT THE ONE WHO SPEAKS FLUENT DRAMA.”

jisung gave you a true look of ‘i’m-about-to-commit-a-crime’ and rolled his eyes. “do you agree, or not?”

you and donghyuck began discussing in whispers, as though you were planning something fatal. “we’re hyping this up for no reason, aren’t we?” hyuck asked you, and you nodded. “we need some advantages since it’s our secret and my fault we ended up here, besides it’s just a tutorship, what could go wrong?”

oh, a lot could go wrong.

but we don’t talk about that.

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your classes began at 9 AM. since you lived on-campus, you had a variety of on-campus dining options. however, you always grabbed a coffee with haechan’s friends, who called themselves nct 127, at the café, where haechan, and mark, one of the members of nct 127, worked after college.

your usual schedule was café at 8:30 AM, where you’d meet 127 squad, class from 9 AM to 12:45 PM, after which you had your lunch at the restaurant at Eros, classes again from 1:15 PM to 3 PM, and then homework from 3:30 PM to 5 PM. however, what with your tutoring, you had to move around your homework schedule. so you ended up holding the tutorials at 3:30 to 4:30 PM, and homework from 5 to 6:30 PM, leaving a bit of time for your dinner.

life just got a hundred times more confusing.

“what coffee do you want, y/n?” mark asked you, and you jumped. “oh- errr… maybe… a vanilla and caramel latte?” mark looked at you as though you were the weirdest person he’d ever seen (which was, most probably, true) and enquired, concerned, “what? you sure?” you nodded, “very sure.” and went to sit at the 127’s table.

“hey y/n!” the fake youngest waved enthusiastically, moon taeil. “hii taeil! how are you?” “we’re all fine, are you though? i know about it.”

your eyes immediately grew to the size of plates, and you turned around to haechan, who shrugged. “i have no idea what they’re talking about,” he said. you fake smiled at him, and turned back to taeil, asking, “know about what?”

“the breakup, dumbo.”

oh.

OH.

“OH. yeah i’m fine, i already knew it would’ve happened anyway.” taeyong nodded approvingly, and smiled at you, the smile reaching his eyes. “that’s the super-strong y/n we know and love!” you grinned, and you 9 began chattering about everything and nothing until mark brought over your orders.

after slurping down the coffee, you reached the main building, a beautiful place, inspired by ancient greek architecture. yes, Eros didn’t use the idea of the greek god, but many people believed the founder was bluffing when they said they named it after an ASTEROID.

there were intricate engravings into the pillars that stood tall, and they were painted in different shades of elegant colors, with the etches outlined in bright, glittering gold paint. even though it had been months since you first saw them, they always instilled a feeling of awe in everyone who saw the prettiness of the place. shaking your head to remember what you come here for, you walked off in the direction of your first lecture that morning — maths, one of your best and favorite subjects.

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after a delicious lunch of rice with a side of stir-friend vegetables, and a chocolate lava cake washed down with a glass of grape juice, you were stuck in your last lecture of the day. science.

why did you take science? good question, something even you can’t answer yourself.

you rolled your eyes at the teacher, a 46 year old misery. no offense to her, but you, for one, were getting sick of her monotonous voice. you knew that if this went on for another 15 more minutes you’d be fast asleep. you couldn’t do that though, you had barely been passing science with a B+, if you fell asleep in class your teacher would NEVER let you get off the hook. she may as well give you a F and let you enjoy your last days at Eros Uni.

lost deep in thoughts, you didn’t realize that the old woman had been calling your name MANY times. “MS. Y/L/N! ARE YOU UNABLE TO HEAR, MY DEAR? OR MORE LIKELY DROOLING OVER BOYS. DETENTION. 3 TO 4. UNDERSTOOD?” you groaned audibly, and if it were possible, the teacher looked even madder. “yes, ma’am,” you hastily replied, before you could get in more trouble.

there goes your perfect schedule.

you followed the teacher after class to the detention room. this wasn’t your first time in this room, you had been caught writing down song lyrics, daydreaming, texting in class, and a lot of other stuff. and it was mainly the science lecturer who gave you detention, and you were, to be honest, getting tired of it.

after you had taken your seat, she said, “look, we both know you will end up sneaking in something to keep you from getting too bored. so save us the drama, and do what you want. as long as it’s appropriate, i’m fine with it. i’d give you an essay, but we’re bored of that too, so,”

you cringed at her words. is that what she really thought of you?

“nope, i’ll do the essay. what’s the topic?”

the teacher smiled — something you hadn’t seen till now. it mesmerized you, the way she suddenly transformed into someone 20 years younger.

“write an essay on your personality. no word limit, just express yourself.”

you grinned at her, getting out your pencil. essays were a piece of cake to you — this one shouldn’t be any tougher.

although you were the top in english, you found yourself genuinely thinking as you looked at the blank sheet of paper. you realized it was difficult to write about yourself on the spot. did you even know yourself, like you claimed to?

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after the invigorating discovery that you didn’t really know yourself, your science teacher had helped you out with what she saw you as. her answers surprised you. it wasn’t until you had finally reached your dorm after mending your relationship with your teacher that you realized it.

YOUR TUTORING SESSION. WITH JISUNG. suddenly realizing that it was 4:30 PM already, you hurriedly unlocked your dorm room.

you screamed.

jisung and haechan were standing in your kitchen, and screamed when they saw you.

the three of you screamed till you had the sense to stop. they weren’t burglars after all. they were JUST the two dunderheads jisung and haechan, who decided it was a good idea to enter your dormitory without letting you know about it first. you gave them a fake smile, grabbing the nearest broomstick. you ran after haechan, who kept screaming “extra keys for what” and “i didn’t know you weren’t here”, and began whacking him with the broomstick.

jisung began giggling, enjoying the scenes as always. “MOMMYY I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” haechan cried, and you rolled your eyes. “okay, fine, i’ll stop,” you said reluctantly, and placed the broomstick where it belonged. “anyways, i got detention, sorry, we can have the tuition now, i guess,” you muttered, throwing your backpack on the barstool, removing the homework you had gotten.

you groaned in annoyance. you had literal STACKS of homework to be done, not to mention dinner. haechan and jisung stared at your homework, and haechan grinned. “happy to not have taken science!” he cheered, and helped himself to a coke from your fridge, settling on a barstool across you. you sighed, knowing you brought this on yourself.

“i can help you with your science work, then we can do the tutoring. i don’t mind really, i just need to pass english to go ahead with my dancing,” jisung offered, and you looked at him as though he were an angel from heaven.

haechan didn’t like it one bit. “i’ll do your math homework!” haechan excitedly offered, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “you, excited, to do math? woah. consider my mind officially blown,” you told him, sarcasm dripping through your words. haechan’s determination to prove to you he waa equally helpful now reached the peak of his patience. “watch me,” he said, and began furiously reading through the homework. grabbing your math textbook, he proceeded to surprise both you and jisung by scribbling down multiple formulas.

you and jisung blinked at each other, and got down to work.

by the time it was 5, you three had finished off everything except the computer sciences homework. surprisingly, it was simple enough for you to finish in 15 minutes. once you set the pen down, you let out a breath of relief. “thank you guys, i’d have most definitely struggled if i hadn’t had your help, so thanks. now, as per our deal, let’s do this tuition!” you pumped your fist in the air, and the boys winced in second-hand embarrassment.

“what?” you asked, pouting, and they cringed even more. “FINE. I GET IT, LET’S MOVE ON, haechan you can leave now, thanks for proving that you indeed are good at math, and that you are just lazy, and so won’t work hard enough on it.” you told him, and he looked at you blankly. “am i not allowed to be here? i swear, i won’t do anything. i’m gonna sit in your living room! okay bye!” he said in one breath, and ran at top speed to the couch.

you sighed, and turned to jisung. “fine, what do you have a problem in understanding?” “well, i don’t get vocabulary, mainly, like, i confuse homophones and homonyms, i misspell words, and i don’t find the right words either.”

and so your tutoring officially began, featuring haechan steaming with jealousy.

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eventually haechan gave up on sabotaging your tuitions, and he grew grumpy. every time you tried to talk to him about it, he always shook you off.

“just put us all out of our misery and admit it already. you like her.” jaehyun confronted haechan at the usual 127 meeting. “no i don’t.” haechan folded his arms. “you’re in denial.“ yuta offered, “i am not in denial!” haechan exclaimed.

“sure..” yuta narrowed his eyes, and doyoung rolled his eyes. “look. you like her? TELL HER. even an idiot can tell you like her, so we aren’t stupid,” he said, and haechan sighed. “jisung and her are getting all buddy-buddy, and i don’t like it.”

“so you’re willing to sacrifice y/n’s happiness for your own?” jungwoo questioned, in the midst of eating his favorite, super-hot, super-spicy bowl of noodles. everyone’s jaws dropped. since when did jungwoo begin to actually use the talent he had in making such deep, meaningful lines?

“what? don’t look so shocked to see i actually use my brain, alright?” he stated, exasperated. “anyways, think about it haechan,” johnny said, and haechan realized he had never actually thought about it that way. was he really hurting y/n by attempting to ruin her tuitions?

he loved seeing you happy, and he never wanted to be the cause of your unhappiness.

“i guess i’ll have to think of a way to show her my love for her,” he said.

‘or maybe i should just move on,’ he thought privately. no one would ever know, anyway.

and so he did. he got together with a girl, yoo jimin, known on campus as karina. she was popular, along with her group of friends, aespa. your friendship with them blossomed, and soon you were well-known all over campus, even more than you already were.

haechan still facepalmed internally every time you friendzoned him, but he couldn’t blame you anymore.

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meanwhile, things were going BRILLIANT with you and jisung, unpredictably. you weren’t friends yet, but were getting to know each other. you held your tuitions at the café, and you had never noticed how charming and cozy the café actually was.

the tempting aroma of fresh coffee was distracting, and so was the constant opening and closing of doors. the coffee was a welcome diversion nonetheless, after all, you were tutoring an attractive boy. the staff at the café constantly called out other students’ names every time their order was ready, causing your teaching to be interrupted. whispered conversations went on around you, ranging from the coffee to how you were hanging with so many of the most sought-after boys around university, and you rolled your eyes at the latter. to be honest, you had had enough of it, but it wasn’t like you could particularly tell them off for it. gossip is gossip after all.

nevertheless, jisung could tell the frequent whispers were getting on your last nerve. “hey, i know they annoy you, but we need to put up with it. i’m quite frankly tired of it too, i don’t want to be called “most sought-after” anyway. i’m so sorry that my association with you is leading to this gossip, y/n,” he told you, hugging you one especially tiring day, and you sighed, smiling exhaustedly. “well, jisung, i guess so. it’s not your fault you’re cute anyways,” “wait— did you just call me cute?” he smirked at you, breaking the hug, and you rolled your eyes. how cliché, the girl lets slip she finds the boy attractive.

“yes, i did, got a problem?” you replied, still reeling over the sudden hug. he laughed, and you had never noticed how deep his voice was. like damn, boy, you literally turned 19 some time ago—

these days, you had been noticing the littlest things about him. the way he looked down and gave a small smile every time you complimented him, how his hair kept bouncing every time he had a spring in his step and made you want to ruffle it, how he rolled his eyes and the sides of his lips turned down when he was annoyed, how he pouted when he was sad, how his eyes smiled when he genuinely was happy, and a lot more stuff you could probably write an essay about.

do you like him? yes, yes you did.

did he like you back? probably not, but what did it matter?

you liked him, so maybe one day you’d make a move.

maybe.

one day.

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you were scanning through three books at the same time when jisung found you, and he blinked. what were you doing with three, old, thick books?

light reading.

light reading to write a song.

light reading to write a song for your assignment.

you usually had a lot of creativity, but what with your struggle to teach (which, by the way, you would not have been able to do before the deal was made,) and to catch up with homework, you were struggling. jisung helped you as much as he could, but haechan had been avoiding you. that was a problem for another time, you decided.

it hurt, but it was fine, right?

anyway, jisung studied your figure, bent over the books, sipping coffee every two pages in the three books. one which he recognized to be a dictionary, one that looked strangely like one of the books from the harry potter series, and one which, again, seemed to be ANOTHER dictionary. now, he was no genius, but he for sure knew you didn’t require two dictionaries to do anything.

or was he just stupid?

yeah, he probably wasn’t, he concluded, you were just probably showing off or being yourself. he walked over to where you were seated, and thumped the table. when you didn’t show any signs of noticing, he decided to thump your back.

that, he later thought, was the moment he’d travel back in time and kick himself in the fucking face.

just as his hand hit your back, you took a huge gulp of coffee. the only bright side was that the books were safely out of the way. you spontaneously began choking on the super-hot coffee, and he panicked. he thwacked your back even more violently, and you held a hand up to stop him. “j-jisung, stOP.” you managed to speak, and he obeyed. after about 5 minutes of the whole library looking at you, not bothered to help, you finally calmed down.

“jisung, did you seriously have to do that? you could’ve just called my name,” you muttered through tears of pain and humiliation. “oh, sorry. didn’t think of that,” he replied guiltily. “it’s fine, i’ll just clean the table up, and get myself a glass of water.”

he waited patiently for you to get back, and once you had done all that you mentioned, he sat you down on the chair. “what were you even doing with those books?” “oh, me! i have a simply delightful project — write a song based on anything,” you replied, going back to the books. “look, just look around you. you’ll get the perfect idea, and if you know that idea well, you’ll get the right words too.” he suggested, and you looked at him in a whole new light.

“damn, jisung, thanks,” you told him, surprised, but thankful. “anyways, any reason in specific you were here?” you asked him, and he nodded, saying, “oh yeah, you know how haechan has been avoiding you? well, i think i have a reasonable explanation for that.” he told you, and you gestured him to go on.

“i suspect he likes you.”

you again spit out your coffee, which this time succeeded in burning your tongue. “fuck, i’ll go clean the table and get you some water,” jisung mumbled, running at full speed to do what he offered. meanwhile, you processed what he had just told you.

no way.

right?

‘well, i mean, he had dropped subtle hints, but i guess i dismissed them?’ you wondered, and asked jisung about it. “well, i’m sure he likes you. just talk to him, i’m sure you’ll have resolved everything soon!” he gave you a thumbs up, and you smiled at him.

“wanna be friends?” you asked him, and he nodded. “yep, let’s be friends, y/n y/l/n.”

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with jisung’s encouragement, you slowly built up courage to talk to haechan. it had been one week since the iconic conversation at the library, and you were currently standing outside haechan’s dorm. you knocked, waiting for donghyuck to open the door. you bounced on the balls of your feet, biting your lip in nervousness, when you heard the door open — finally.

“what do you wa- oh. hi, y/n.” he said, and you smiled. here goes nothing.

“look, do you have a crush on me?” you asked, and he looked at you weirdly. “i did, but it was time to move on, y/n,” he said wearily, “you didn’t like me back, so what was the point? don’t worry, i’m over it, i swear,” he added, and you grinned. “okay then, tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“i didn’t know what to tell you, y/n. i’m sorry.”

“well, you don’t need to. hang out soon?”

“OF COURSE, BITCH. no need to get sentimental, i’ll get ready right now. where to?” he asked, and you smiled smugly.

“meet me at the café, i’ll tell you more there.”

after haechan got there, you smiled innocently at him and said, “let’s go ice skating!”

he looked at you unfazed. “and what made you think i’d be super scared to go ICE skating?”

“because where i’m taking you is absolute hell.”

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by the time you reached the place you were describing, haechan was wailing like a baby, screaming at you to back off and not take him, that he would do anything you wished for except this.

it was none other than the rink owned by his parents.

“y/n, please, i will do whatever you tell me to, but please, PLEASE, NOT THIS PLACE, I WILL CRY.” he pleaded, and you smiled. “cry then. this is what you deserve for ignoring me for WEEKS.”

dragging him out of the car, you met up with some of your friends, known on-campus as wayv. “hey guys! help me with this moron,” you grunted, and they smirked at haechan. kun and yangyang lifted him up, whilst you went to meet up with haechan’s mom.

“hey, mrs. lee! you should have fun with your son!” you said, hugging her. she laughed, and walked off towards where her son and wayv were arguing about some nonsense, which you definitely didn’t want any part in.

sighing with relief at having your best friend back, you turned to your next problem. solving your feelings for jisung.

to speak of the devil, you saw jisung hanging out by the corner of the rink awkwardly. you smiled, looking at him ruffling his hair as though he was trying to look coolly bored. biting back a laugh, you skated your way to him. “spying on me, huh?” you laughed, and his eyes grew wide. “wh- what? no..” he said, cringing at himself.

“you don’t know how to skate, do you?” you asked him, and he nodded in reply. pulling him by the arms, you said, “then i take it upon myself to teach you.”

he opened his mouth to speak, and indecisively shut it, his awkwardness slowly turning into fear. “Y/N,” he began, but it was too late — you had already pushed him away from yourself, and his arms flailed in an attempt to maintain some composure.

it failed.

he flopped on to his back, and groaned in pain. you skated your way to him, and helped him up. he rolled his eyes at you in irritation and became determined to perfect this activity. you found joy in the way he was trying his best to learn by himself, but he was not faring well. your eyes narrowed at his terrible posture, and you put your arms on your waist, skidding to a stop before him.

after about 15 falls and 40 minutes of skating, jisung was beginning to get the hang of it. you watched him as he skated about the enormous rink, and smiled in self-contentment. you couldn’t take credit, but you at least rolled the dice to help jisung start learning ice-skating.

as you were humming contentedly to yourself, out of nowhere, jisung attacked you from behind with a hug. “thank you, y/n,” he murmured to you, and you went pink at the sudden contact. “uhm, you’re welcome!” you said, smiling at him, and continued, “wanna challenge me to a match of elegance?”

“sure!” he said confidently.

off you two went, and you spun around gracefully on the ice. you had been taught by none other than sunghoon, a true legend in your university when it came to ice-skating. he took classes for you and his friends, enhypen.

meanwhile, jisung managed a typical backflip, and landed on his feet perfectly. “what? don’t look so surprised, hey!” he grumbled, and you laughed, continuing to turn a beautiful pirouette. he rolled his eyes at you and continued struggling — that is, coming up — with different moves.

in the end, you won anyway. but it was worth it, jisung believed.

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your tutoring was going to end in a week, because tests were the next thing on your school schedule. the next and almost-final objective to pass. all the students in your uni were stressed out, and you were too. but you cheered yourself up, so that you were as relaxed as possible.

jisung, on the other hand, was more calmer than you expected him to be, especially in english. it was suspicious, but who were you to question it?

you, you decided, were y/n l/n. and you would most definitely question it.

when he arrived at your dorm for the tuition, you let him in, allowing him to settle himself comfortably on the couch. narrowing your eyes at him, you asked, “can i ask you two things?” “sure, but i hope the first question was a part of the two questions you are gonna ask me,” he said, drawing double quotation marks around ‘two questions’. you smiled, nodding, and continued, “why are you so relaxed about the tests? especially english?”

you watched as his eyebrows furrowed, and he put a finger to his head. “well, i figured the best way to battle stress would be to stay calm, right? plus, you’re the one who’s teaching me english. you, the legendary music, math, english student, y/n l/n.” he said, and your cheeks heated up. was that what everyone thought of you?

a legend?

“anyways, let’s begin.” you said, proceeding to explain the excerpt from Hamlet, by William Shakespeare, which, your english lecturer said, had a 90% possibility of being in your tests.

“hey y/n, do you know what’s william shakespeare in the past tense?” he asked, and you smirked, replying, “william shookspeare.” with a hundred percent confidence.

“you’re wrong,” he began, and continued, “wouldiwas shookspeared.”

“oh my god, jisung, no.”

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it was the day.

the beginning of your tests.

the first one was music, which you were sure you were gonna do well in. you had worked hard all year, and it paid off. next came science, and luckily you seemed to be prepared. you wrote and wrote, and decided you had done the paper justice. each assessment passed by, and finally came math.

you decided you weren’t gonna make your usual mistakes, and so thoroughly checked your paper four times. concluding you couldn’t possibly find more mistakes, you handed it in.

the examiner smiled at you, gesturing you to leave the hall. grabbing your bag, you sat at the café in-uni. it was time for your one week break, before the valentine’s dance, and before classes began again. waiting for the rest of your friends to arrive, you scrolled through your phone.

after about 10 to 15 minutes of waiting, you heard a loud noise. without looking up, you shifted to the side to let the whole of nct to get seats. jisung sat beside you, and you looked at him expectantly. “well?” you asked him, and he looked pensive. “sorry y/n.” he said, and your eyes broadened in disappointment. “but maybe i’ll come in the top 10 at least, for the english test,” he finished, laughing.

you hugged him impulsively, proud of your only student. he hugged you back, squishing you in his embrace. the rest of nct raised an eyebrow at you both, and you two raised your eyebrows at them back. “what?” you chorused, and laughed.

ordering coffees, you guys chatted about everything and nothing. one week of freedom, one week of peace.

or you hoped it’d be peaceful.

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you and jisung spent a lot of time together, touring around the university, going to amusement parks, horror houses, and a lot more. you wouldn’t call it dates, but even jisung had to admit sometimes, they felt like dates sometimes.

you and jisung were slowly falling in love with each other, but both didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had going. what if one rejected the other? would you still stay friends? those were the worries hoing on in both your heads.

slowly, the vacation passed. it was sunday, the day of the valentine’s dance. it was mandatory for all students, although you had no idea why. you guys all knew it was stupid to make it a compulsion. the teachers, on the other hand, said it would “level up your social skills” and “teach you how to make friends”. you called it bullshit.

however, you had no option, so why not eliminate the competition by dressing up ravishingly, you thought.

after getting ready, you looked at the mirror, satisfied. you had slipped on a sequined, sparkling wine-red dress that reached just below your knees, hugging your figure comfortably. to honor valentine’s day, you put on long, dangling earrings that showed cupid on one, and an arrow of love on the other. you put on your watch, and put on a bit of makeup, that is, red lipstick, and a choice of a smokey shade of eyeshadow.

pulling on your black pencil heels, you inhaled deeply, grabbing a bite of chocolate to calm yourself. you had no idea why you were this nervous, it wasn’t like you had a date.

right?

you heard a rap on your door, and you opened it. you were met with an awe-struck jisung, who stared at you up and down. “y/n.” he said, and it sounded more like a question than a statement. you grinned questioningly, and asked, “what are you doing here?” “i don’t know, haechan told me to meet him at your room… oh.” you turned your eyes up to the ceiling, facepalming yourself. of course, he’s shipping you two.

“well.. do you wanna come with me to the dance?” he asked, and you nodded, getting a bit shy. “sure, jisung. let’s go!” you said, grabbing your phone and dorm keys. he waited for you to lock your door, and making sure it was locked well, he guided you to his car. it was a dark green jeep, not unlike ten’s, but jisung’s was built for rough, bumpy roads.

as he started the vehicle, after opening the door for you, you looked at him closely. he was wearing a black suit, which unsurprisingly complimented his light brown — grayish hair. the jeep didn’t suit his outfit however.

the ride to the venue of the dance was filled with small talk, and you never realized how easy it was to talk around him. after parking his jeep, he helped you out of his car, opening the door for you. helping you get off, he locked his jeep, following you into the small hall that had been rented out for the dance.

you both headed straight for the food, you heading for the desserts, and him heading for the savory stuff. you didn’t want to dance, but he did. he didn’t want to dance with just anyone. he wanted to dance with you. he pouted at his thoughts, chewing broodingly on his mini-sandwich, because he knew you didn’t like dancing much. he didn’t want to seem selfish.

after 5 minutes of staring at you, looking zoned out, he decided to ask you to dance. he marched up to you meaningfully, and said, “y/n! dance with me!”

he meant it to come out tough, but it sounded more like a request. it worked, though, because you snapped out of your thoughts and hummed. “oh… sure, jisung.”

internally punching the air with joy, he took your hand, clapping at the dj to play a slow song. you put a hand on his shoulder, as he put his own on your waist, your other hand grasping his. slowly swaying to the music, you closed your eyes. you couldn’t have hoped for this in your dreams, but here you were, dancing with jisung with romantic music on.

“you know, i was nervous to ask you out on a date before.” he said suddenly, as though he had been in serious thought about it, “but.. do you maybe wanna go on a date?”

“yes, jisung, i’d LOVE it,” you replied, and you looked at him, his eyes sparkling. you two leaned in to kiss, your lips meeting in a soft touch. jisung smiled in the kiss, and you smiled back. you couldn’t have imagined this to happen at all. you felt like you could fly, you felt so light. his kiss felt like a pretty sunset, the rainbow that came just after the storm ended. it felt like that feeling you get when you go on rollercoasters, and you have that swooping feeling in your stomach. it reminded you of some of the most happiest memories you had, evoking sweet nostalgia in you. you reminded jisung of cotton candy. you were the wind to his sea. you were like the sun falling on his face, a blast of warmth from when the day began. he had the iconic shyness he rarely felt, making the moment a hundred times more remarkable.

finally breaking apart, you gripped his hands, your fingers twirling around his. “so.. when’s that date?” you asked him softly, and the rest of nct wolf-whistled around you. “well, i won’t take credit, but i KNEW this was going to happen!” ten said, and you rolled your eyes at him. you two were back to being friends, so that history was OVER, thankfully.

haechan smirked at you, throwing you a thumbs-up. you shook your head at him, smirking back. “how about tomorrow?” jisung asked you, and the sides of your lips turned up, “yes, jisung, i’ll look forward to it,” you said.

and that was how you got your happily ever after.

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