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COPYCCINO — 41: think twice

synopsis: soobin has been talking to who he thought was his unrequited crush on messages, only to find out through a visit to their coffee shop that it was in fact not them. not only does he meet the real y/n, he runs into their friend yeonjun, an ex friend of his who he has some unresolved issues with. as soobin and the real y/n are getting to know each other, yeonjun and soobin are working through their misunderstandings, as well as trying to figure out who the catfish was.

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a/n: written (6.7k) + smau. profanity, this is so long 😭 but the moment has officially come y’all i’m sorry </3

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after tipping the uber guy, the group of friends pace themselves to make it to their hotel room. it was already a couple minutes past six, but they figured soobin and his friends would be running behind as well, considering their event finished right at the dot. each and every one of them had feelings they couldn’t quite disclose.

kai still has lingering emotions from his interaction with his potential fling from earlier. he’s ready to see soobin again, the friendship that has formed between them is already strong. his heart gets warm just thinking about the possibility of everyone becoming friends. he’s shy, but still enjoys to meet new people. he could only feel the same way for soobin and yeonjun.

taehyun is looking forward to finally getting some food in his stomach, considering it had been a while since he last ate. the whole night he’s looked at this place’s reviews, and he already knows what he wants to order. he’ll definitely be taking advantage of the fanciness of the restaurant.

although he doesn’t want to admit it, beomgyu awaits to interact with taehyun again. he thought they wouldn’t get along as they have their differences, but it’s those opposite traits that intrigues him to get to know him more. he’s also gushing over seeing kai again, but those two had no problem getting along the first time.

sieun is just ready to live her new york life lavishly, as she’s already planned out her future within these two days. a nice job that she thinks she’ll enjoy, an environment she’s not familiar with but can get used to. she still has her doubts, not wanting to leave her friends behind or school for that matter, but she’ll choose to listen to those concerns later.

y/n just wants to wrap their arms around their boyfriend, hoping that they could finally beat kai to sitting next to him. it’s crazy that kai managed to predict y/n’s feelings, though they’re still stubborn to admit that he did. in all actuality, it makes sense that this happened. soobin is perfect for y/n, and y/n is perfect for him. there’s a slight part of them that’s nervous for soobin and yeonjun to meet, but their optimism outranks that feeling. they know they’ll be the best of friends. how could they not?

soobin absolutely adores y/n. frankly he’s surprised with himself that he’s managed to like someone this quickly after his recent predicament. but he’s a nervous train wreck. he’s met everyone else except one person, and it’s the person that seems to be the closest with y/n. he was under the impression that kai was y/n’s closest friend, and there’s no doubt about that, but from what he’s gathered it seems like yeonjun and y/n have a special bond that can’t be replaced. he just wants to make a good impression.

the same thing can be said for yeonjun. y/n seems to really like this guy, hell, they’re already together. he also feels bad that he’s messed up y/n’s chances before, even if he didn’t mean to. his deepest fear, however, is that this boy will manage to take y/n away from him just like what’s happened in the past. he doesn’t want to lose another person which he deems as special to him ever again.

one commonality between them all is that they just want to have a good night and become friends.

“hyuka, if you don’t look up from that damn phone i swear i’ll break it into pieces.” y/n cautions the boy who’s nearly about to bump into someone rushing out of the hotel. they seem to be in a hurry, their suitcases barely holding onto their hands. kai didn’t notice, of course.

the callout has kai jolt in his place, tucking the device right back into his pocket before he enters the elevator with the others. he sees that taehyun has been holding the door open and gives an apologetic nod.

“are you talking to that girl already?” taehyun jokes, pressing the buttons that lead to their floor. it’s just the four in the elevator, each of them grateful that they don’t have to squish themselves to make room for others.

“she was just talking to me about how she flew in today!” kai realizes his reply sounds defensive, his tone going an octave higher. he clears throat back to its original state before adding, “she’s also visiting from somewhere.”

taehyun chuckles to himself, tilting his head in disbelief, ready to deal with another one of his friends falling in love. he leans onto the wall and takes in the current situation. kai standing in the middle facing the front with a closed smile, y/n grinning at their phone, to only he can assume they’re talking to soobin. although in the midst of all this, one person catches his attention.

“what’s up with you?” taehyun asks out loud, motioning his head towards yeonjun when everyone else looks at him. yeonjun feels called out, repositioning himself so that he wasn’t leaning his head against the wall anymore. instead he slants against the railing and lightly brings his head back. he slowly shuts his eyes as a way to not come to terms with the potential outcome nagging at his brain.

“what if he doesn’t like me.”

taehyun feels himself roll his eyes behind his head, not taking yeonjun too seriously. kai can’t help but burst into laughter, finding this amusing as well. besides y/n, kai is the one who knows soobin the best between them, so he finds it quite funny that yeonjun is still worrying about it. they all know deep down inside that everyone loves yeonjun.

y/n snaps back into reality after they realize that soobin is the topic of discussion. they lock their phone and put it in their back pocket, crossing their arms once they’re free. “you’re still worrying about this?”

yeonjun’s eyes widen back open as his lips begin to pout, attempting to add some reasoning to make him sound more validated. “i mean- what if he doesn’t think i’m cool? everyone i’ve met thinks i’m cool.” the trio give him a look of disgust, wondering when the elevator will finally stop at their destination before they have to deal with any more of yeonjun’s nonsense.

“you’ve all met him and i haven’t,” yeonjun adds under his breath more seriously. the group senses the shift in tone and regains their attention span back onto the solemn boy. “i know he means a lot to you y/n so i don’t want to mess this up like i have before,” he admits truthfully. yeonjun finds the courage to make eye contact with y/n, who has a soft expression on their face.

y/n continues to stare at their friend, their mouth slightly agape with a small smile cornering their lips. it’s not that they find yeonjun’s concerns unbelievable. they find it heartwarming that he even has those concerns to begin with. yeonjun has messed up y/n’s chances at love before, yes. even if it was unintentional or yeonjun was just being unserious, they still found it to be frustrating. the fact that he’s taking it more seriously now doesn’t go unappreciated. if he’s considering their feelings now, so should they.

“jun,” y/n starts, shifting their feet forward to stand straight. “he’s going to like you. i’ve talked to him about you, and he already likes you. the only way you’d mess it up is if you said something stupid about me, which i hope you do not.”

yeonjun snorts while shifting his head in reason. can’t deny he hasn’t done that before. in all honesty, his worries don’t exactly come from wanting to be liked. they stem from something deeper, but now isn’t the time to have that conversation. instead, he feels reassured for what the moment is right now and nods in satisfaction.

“so you’ve talked to him about me?” is the only thing he asks, nudging y/n’s arm with a stupid grin on his face, leading y/n to regret what they just said. with a mix of some eye rolls and scoffs, the elevator finally holts at their desired floor. yeonjun and taehyun leave some room for kai and y/n to leave first.

“okay, does anyone need anything from their room? jun i know you said you’d be rooming with taehyun.” y/n calls out to the group, reaching for the keys in their bag. they look back as their hand feels around for the keys, expectant of any answers. yeonjun and taehyun give each other a quick glance in confirmation before shaking their heads.

y/n finally gets a hold of the jumbled item as they begin to jiggle them into the doorknob. they’re locked in place, but before they can open the door they look back to face kai who had been giving an unsure expression to their earlier question.

“i know you want to wear those jeans you got. go get them,” y/n says bluntly with a sigh, knowing their friend too well. they motion towards kai’s room as he gives a quick thumbs up before sprinting to his room. y/n chuckles softly as they open the door, letting taehyun and yeonjun in. it wasn’t taehyun’s first time being in y/n’s hotel room, but it sure was yeonjun’s. and he was speechless.

maybe he’s been used to living in smaller rooms all his life, his current dorm being one of them, but this suite could be as luxurious as a mansion would. the furniture was tidy and spotless, the TV took up a good amount of space. the open windows showcasing the beautiful night scenery that was the shimmery buildings of new york. he doesn’t even want to imagine how y/n’s bedroom looks like. that’ll make him look like he’s living off two cents.

“close your mouth, you’ll have flies,” a voice interrupts his thoughts. yeonjun sees taehyun glaring at him, almost like a mother would to get their child to have some manners. yeonjun feels self conscious and shuts his mouth tight, feeling the need to reach for any drool that could have possibly escaped. luckily he’s not that embarrassing. he paces around the living room for a moment, his nerves and astonishment mixing together to create a brand new feeling of anxiousness. yeonjun looks at his two friends, taehyun who is snacking on a granola bar to feed his stomach at least a little bit before they leave, and y/n who is sending soobin one last message after he reminds them that he’s close by.

oh he’s starting to lose it.

“where’s the bathroom?” yeonjun blurts out. he and taehyun make eye contact, noticing the boy’s eyebrows furrow together.

y/n knew yeonjun was anxious, but this much? him meeting soobin would only last a couple seconds before they get aquatinted with each other and become comfortable. you would think he was meeting the queen.

“you need to use the bathroom now?” y/n asks, emphasizing the ridiculousness that was the time he chose to. “they’re coming here in two minutes.”

“i know! i just need to pee, it’ll be quick i promise,” yeonjun tries to compromise, feeling himself jittering in his place. partially due to his nervousness but also his growing bladder. he should not have drank a grand icee in the afternoon. y/n gives in and points towards the restroom, yeonjun not missing the chance to hurry himself in there.

with kai in his own hotel room changing into a new outfit, and yeonjun nearly having a breakdown in the bathroom, y/n’s patience is being tested very willfully at this moment. they face taehyun with a look of helplessness, expecting him to come up with something as well.

“don’t worry, i’m good.” can always count on him to be reasonable.

as if yeonjun’s feelings began to transfer onto them, y/n feels the nervousness begin to take over a little too soon. their best friend meeting their boyfriend. soobin is the most kindest and down to earth person they’ve ever come to known. he’s the kind of person to like anyone, even if they have their flaws. he sees the best in people and it’s something they admire, despite the fact that it’s led him into some unwanted situations. yeonjun is the kind of person to be liked by anyone. he has an affectious personality that grows on people. he’s quite literally the definition of cool, someone anyone would want to be friends with.

these two combined together, what could go wrong?

the sound of the door being knocked on brings them back to reality. all of a sudden those growing nerves were replaced with anticipation. along with the excitement that was getting to reunite with their boyfriend.

y/n can’t help but let out a squeal, earning some judgement from taehyun but he lets it slide. frankly, he’s been over the moon seeing y/n be so happy over someone. he genuinely wants to see them like this at all times.

they head on over with quick feet and open the door as soon as they get there. they’re greeted with soobin first, beomgyu and sieun on each of his side. soobin walks into the doorframe with open arms, y/n fitting into his embrace like a glove. they exchange some ‘miss you’s’ before they come together for a kiss, earning some gags from beomgyu and taehyun.

“you guys are so gross.” beomgyu comments while pushing past them to make his way inside, giving the two lovebirds their time. sieun can’t help but just shake their head in disbelief, still with a soft smile on her lips.

everyone makes themselves at home for the time being. beomgyu helps himself to the fridge in hopes to find something to quench his thirst. sieun and taehyun sit on the chairs behind the aisle counter. soobin and y/n head over to the center of the living room, y/n clinging onto soobin’s side, soobin wrapping one arm around their shoulder as y/n wraps theirs around his stomach. y/n’s head rests peacefully on his upper right chest, being able to hear his heartbeat. it’s slow, but still has enough rhythm to show that he still feels comfort with their touch.

“are we all ready to go?” soobin speaks up after making himself cozy.

“uh- no, hyuka is changing in his room and jun is using the bathroom,” y/n updates. soobin looks around and finally notices that kai and jun aren’t in the room, his mouth closing to an ‘o’ while nodding his head understandingly.

“where were we going?” beomgyu asks again, despite sieun informing him not too long ago. it appears he really meant it when he said he tunes his friends out sometimes. this earns a chuckle from taehyun.

“we all agreed on italian right?” y/n confirms, receiving some head nods and a realization ‘oh’ from beomgyu. “i don’t know if you guys want to get dessert there too or if we should order bingsu instead.”

“we could order bingsu,” soobin offers softly while rubbing on y/n’s arm. everyone else agrees as well, considering restaurant desserts are usually a hit or miss. not to mention pricey as hell.

at this point the group remains in their positions, waiting for the next thing. y/n wonders what’s taking kai so long. how good does he want to look? that or his pants got caught in the zipper again which has happened before. they’re about to question yeonjun’s time management until they hear the sound of the toilet flushing, followed along with the faucet running.

“i’m a little nervous,” soobin whispers into y/n’s ear so only they could hear. it still manages to send goosebumps down their entire body and their feet could fold any minute now. soobin’s lower register mixed with the volume of his voice will always be unbearably attractive. but now is not the time to run loose.

the other three are managing to make conversation so it doesn’t look too odd that the two are in their own little world. the door closing down the hall indicates that yeonjun has finished his business, which leads y/n to leave soobin’s grasp and hold his two hands together, facing him front. “relax, you two will get along.”

soobin smiles more assuringly when he feels y/n give him a kiss on the hands. y/n turns around to face yeonjun’s direction and sees that he’s making his way towards the living room. they get ready to introduce him.

“and the long awaited guest has arrived!” y/n announces, bringing everyone’s attention onto them. beomgyu being his nosy self peeks around the counter to see yeonjun first, and oddly smirks at the view. he chuckles thinking that no one could be more handsome than him. “that’s beomgyu and sieun over there.”

y/n steps away from soobin so that they’re more off to the right, leaving enough space for him and yeonjun to stand in front of each other. soobin glances at y/n once they do this until he brings his gaze towards the man that just walked in. yeonjun stands in the center, looking at sieun and beomgyu first. he nods casually with a friendly smile and then finally peers to the guy right in front of him. y/n sees that they’re both making eye contact and takes this time to speak.

“jun, this is soobin. soobin, this is jun.”

opposite of what they had expected, the room goes silent. the pin of a needle dropping could almost be heard. the two boys aren’t saying anything. maybe y/n missed something? a simple ‘hey’ or a head nod. were they more painfully shy than they thought? that can’t be, y/n’s looking at them both. there’s an expression on each of their faces that they can’t quite figure out.

feeling the need to make conversation again, y/n continues to add. “i don’t know what’s taking hyuka so long but we can all leave and knock on his door or something.”

more silence.

it’s weird, they almost want to laugh. it’s too quiet. was it wrong for them to assume that these two would be making conversation by now? yeonjun would be bombarding soobin with a ton of questions, some more irrelevant than others. none of that is happening. y/n looks over at the other side and sees the trio still in their places. they seem just as clueless as they are. as if a switch just went off, everything starts to unfold.

“what is this, some kind of sick joke?” y/n whips their head around to face yeonjun. he’s staring towards soobin. hard. y/n knows yeonjun has a certain gaze when he’s interacting with someone he doesn’t like. it’s cold, can make a person shudder. his eyes are still on soobin’s, squinting scrutinizingly. the tongue hanging off the corner of his mouth upwards, almost like he wants to laugh. what is there to laugh about?

“a what?” y/n timidly repeats. for all they know, it appears that they already don’t like each other. that should be their worst fear, as they were hoping that they'd get along. but they haven’t even spoken to one another. if yeonjun hated soobin, it could only be from his looks. they knew yeonjun was confident in himself, but he wasn’t narcissistic.

“what the hell are you doing here, bastard?” yeonjun asks with gritted teeth. he steps closer towards soobin, to which he backs away. yeonjun was about to invade all of his personal space until he stops himself. he attempts to gather his thoughts, accept the situation for what it was. but it’s too unbearable.

y/n takes note of the cursing and holts the two with their hand out in front. “hey now- do you guys know each other?” their eyes search through yeonjun’s before they move onto soobin’s. yeonjun continues to stare harshly at soobin.

“this is the ex-friend i told you about.”

a quieter voice speaks up not too long after.

“and this is the one i told you about.”

y/n feels their heart sink two stories down. they look at the trio for some confirmation. taehyun with fully wide eyes, sieun appearing apologetic, they could’ve sworn they heard beomgyu curse under his breath.

what the fuck.

“this…was,” y/n tries to process what they just heard. they back away a couple steps, looking at the floor before glancing at soobin momentarily. “this is your ex-friend?”

yeonjun has not looked at y/n once throughout this. he even ignores their question, as if that wasn’t the obvious already. instead, he starts to gang up on soobin with everything he’s been holding in.

“what the hell is your problem?” yeonjun raises his voice which causes everyone to jitter, even soobin himself is surprised. what once was a semi amused expression is now replaced with full anger on yeonjun’s face. “you messed up my life once and now you want to do it again?”

almost like it was an instinct, soobin tries to be reasonable with his defense. “i didn’t ruin your life yeonjun.” his tone comes across tired, like this isn’t the first time he’s had to tell yeonjun this. they haven’t seen each other for years, but it’s like they picked right back up from where they left off.

“you most certainly did,” yeonjun chokes out a frustrated laugh. “what, you weren’t satisfied taking my girlfriend away from me that you decide to go for my best friend too?”

soobin squints judgmentally while shaking his head in aggravation. “that’s not what happened. none of that happened.”

y/n tries to find a place to intervene, but it almost feels wrong. they’re both upset, anything they could say might come off wrong.

“oh, so my girlfriend breaking up with me because she had other feelings that were reciprocated and then seeing you hug her after school didn’t happen?” yeonjun starts to spiral with his words, none of which make sense to anyone in this room besides soobin. he’s not too pleased either.

“she lied to you! i’ve been trying to tell you that’s not-”

“my eyes don’t fucking deceive me soobin!” yeonjun cuts him off, a flick of his hands in the air complimenting his outrage. these two must have been through this before since soobin flinched after the gesture, assuming he thought those hands were going to strike any part of his body. to be fair, everyone thought that.

“when i confronted you about this you barely tried to defend yourself,” yeonjun adds a little more quietly, far from timid though.

“because i’m not good with confrontation yeonjun,” soobin exasperates, a soft voice crack hints right through his throat. “you know this.”

yeonjun begins to sporadically shake his head, hurt shining through his single eyelids.

“no, i don’t know you.”

soobin blinks back in response, one could see him swallow back his tears. prior to all this, he and yeonjun were best friends. joined by the hip. the way all of that was thrown out the window due to a misconvenience, one of which he can’t even properly explain, is depressing. it hurts.

“everyone in my life liked you soobin,” yeonjun starts in a cold manner. “my parents, our classmates, hell, even our babysitter.”

“…i found someone that just liked me. she had feelings for me!” yeonjun puts more emphasis while pointing his hand towards his chest. “and you just had to step in and take that away from me too.”

“i’m telling you i didn’t like-”

“bullshit!”

y/n is starting to connect the dots in their head. yeonjun’s ex-friend, the one who liked his girlfriend and took her away behind his back. soobin’s ex-friend, the one who didn’t bother to hear his side of the story. there’s two sides that they’re trying to figure out. they heard both of them.

“okay,” y/n attempts to speak after letting them go back and forth. as if a lightbulb blinks in yeonjun’s head, his attention goes from soobin onto them.

“and you!” he starts to roll out his thoughts off his tongue. “were you keeping this from me on purpose?”

it’s y/n’s turn to feel accused. they begin to feel tears brimming into their eyes as they vigorously shake their head. “i didn’t even know-”

“you did know!” yeonjun cuts out all bullshit anytime he hears it. his patience level has had it up to here, and he can’t afford to listen to a bunch of lies. “you knew what this asshole has done to me in the past and you still went for it.”

“that’s not-”

“is that why you were so secretive?” yeonjun begins to interrogate with a stoneful pair of eyes. “why you persisted to hold off me meeting him, why you barely showed pictures with his full face?”

“i did-”

“those blurry ass pictures don’t count y/n!”

y/n thinks of the only reasonable thing that could be said. “i wasn’t doing all that because you never even told me his name,” they reply a bit forcefully. “let alone what he looked like, how was i supposed to know?”

yeonjun clicks his tongue as he smiles while shaking his head in distrust. “i have told you his name, his full name in fact.”

“i’m telling you, you never have.”

“i have! it’s not my fault you have a memory of a goldfish and choose what you listen to despite it not taking you anywhere in life,” yeonjun spits hatefully, earning an inaudible gasp from y/n.

“yeonjun,” taehyun starts to butt in with a careful manner. they can have their disagreement, or whatever this is, but insulting is where he draws the line.

before this mess can ensure further, the front door bursts open with a lively spirit. kai with a full body change in clothes, ready to take on new york. he walks in with a full energetic demeanor and does a grand entrance.

“sorry about that, you won’t believe what happened with the zipper on these pants.” kai explains in disbelief, some amusement in his voice.

only now is not the time for funny stories.

“did you know about this?” yeonjun begins to question kai the moment he walks in. kai’s thrown off guard, not expecting any confrontation to be the thing he witnesses. he takes in the scene as he notices soobin and yeonjun standing face to face and grins at the fact.

“oh! you finally met soobin,” kai points out, y/n wincing with both their eyes once he does so. yeonjun curses out loud while pacing furiously. it’s at this point that kai senses something is wrong and feels some sort of regret.

“of course you fucking did,” yeonjun retorts. “because everyone knows except for yeonjun! i shouldn’t be surprised that little suck up is in on this too.”

kai can only assume he’s referring to him, which hurts him slightly. “what do you mean?”

at this point, yeonjun might as well say everything he’s thinking. all the things he’s been holding for who knows how long.

“you know, you’re not so different from soobin here,” his tone sounds almost a bit cheerful at first, which temporarily misleads everyone. except for taehyun, knowing where yeonjun was going from this. “you both like to take people away from me, maybe that’s why you guys get along so well apparently.”

soobin scoffs in disbelief as he sits on the couch’s leg, taking a physical break from all of this. he doesn’t even want to try anymore. kai on the other hand, is just as curious.

“everything was fine when it was just y/n, taehyun, and me,” yeonjun begins. “then you came along, started working with y/n, and now you’re all of a sudden their best friend. you took my spot.”

taehyun shakes his head, not being able to believe that yeonjun is actually going there. although, this is the first time y/n is hearing this, let alone kai.

“you two do everything together now. they tell you everything now,” yeonjun lets out a heavy laugh with his next sentence. “hell, i even thought you two liked each other at one point due to that exact fact.”

kai feels the need to apologize somehow, even though none of this is his fault. soobin is mindlessly staring at the floor, wanting this to be over with already. sieun and beomgyu were thoroughly entertained at the start, but now they just feel bad. taehyun’s already trying to figure out how he can save all of this. y/n just wishes none of this ever happened.

“can we just-”

“i knew something was going on,” yeonjun says more to himself. what he says next is more towards everyone. “you all were acting too suspicious. hanging out together without me, making up excuses, so much so that you booked the wrong flight for me.” kai wants to disprove that, but yeonjun’s already going off the rails.

“maybe people are right, everyone you know does stab you in the back,” yeonjun concludes with a sneer. he doesn’t miss the chance to look everyone in the eyes individually, including beomgyu and sieun. they quite frankly have nothing to do with this, but he might as well.

“that’s not true.” y/n counter argues. yeonjun can say all he wants, but he’s not going to start thinking irrationally. his friends care and love for him.

yeonjun rolls his eyes while smiling. “oh it’s especially true with you. we’ve been friends the longest. i thought i found my person but i guess you’re just like everyone else too.”

y/n furrows their eyebrows as their tears begin to form more harshly, barely able to blink them back. they reach out for yeonjun’s hand, which they succeed momentarily. “you don’t mean that-” and they feel their hand being swatted away.

“i tell you i miss you. ‘i’ll talk to you more, we’ll hang out more,’” he mimics in y/n’s voice. of course it’s exaggerated, but there’s far more worse things to worry about. “and instead you continue to hang out with backstabber you call as a boyfriend, a suck up, and someone who doesn’t even let me call him by his nickname.”

they each feel the comments that were intended for them, even having taehyun question his actions. yeonjun’s voice is hoarse, tired of all of this himself. he barely has the strength to keep this up.

“so yes, i do mean it.”

y/n shakes their head, still not believing this is what he’s concluding to. they can still save this. “jun-”

“don’t call me that.”

everyone in the room can feel tension. they’ve each been snapped at, put in their place. yeonjun makes eye contact with everyone, with each person he sets his gaze a little longer. kai, soobin, especially with y/n. it remains like this for a while, yeonjun being able to see y/n’s fully crying. he’d normally care, but he’s too overwhelmed with his own feelings to even notice. he considers what to say next. should he go for something hateful, or something petty? he decides for a little bit of both. he gives one last look at everyone before he glances at y/n and soobin at the same, saying his last bit.

“i hope you’re happy together.”

with that, he swiftly walks out of the room, his scent following him around. the last thing heard was the slam of the front door, nearly making the artwork on the walls fall into their place. the room is quiet, but it’s not a comfortable silence. the intensity has never been as high as it is now. each of them is scared to make a move.

taehyun slowly gets up from his seat, having everyone place their eyes on him. he stands in his place awkwardly, figuring out what to do. y/n looks at him with a little bit of hope, feeling taehyun’s empathy from a foot away. he grabs his jacket and follow’s yeonjun’s footsteps, leaving the room as well. the door shutting tight was a bit softer, a difference from yeonjun’s previously. kai takes this time to leave as well, finding the air inside too suffocating. the door closing gets more normal from here. beomgyu and sieun glance towards soobin, sending a signal wondering what they should do. as if soobin received it, he gestures towards the door with his head asking them both to leave as well. beomgyu’s a bit hesitant, but sieun persists him to do as instructed and guides him out of the room. the door closes softly, assuming sieun was the one to do so.

now it’s just soobin and y/n. the two who faced the most from all this.

there’s a momentary silence, each of them processing what just happened, trying to gather their thoughts into one. soobin is still leaning on the couch’s leg, barely moved from his previous position. y/n has only stood throughout all this and can feel their legs starting to give out. partially from standing all this time, but mostly due to the numbing sensation they feel. they haven’t even realized that they've been crying until they feel a fresh tear stroke down their damp cheeks, feeling the coldness sting after the previous tears have already dried. they instinctively rush to swipe their tears away, but it’s no use.

soobin gets up from the couch which brings y/n to reposition themselves and bring their arms to a fold. despite the beginning of this confrontation being mostly at him, towards the end it strove away from him, giving him time to think about what he’s feeling. compose his thoughts, trying to at least be the rational one here. it’s no doubt that he still feels hurt himself too.

he makes his way over to y/n, giving him some space of his own. the two lock eyes, y/n wondering who should speak first. soobin’s pupils search through y/n’s, as if he’s trying to figure something out. it makes y/n quite fearful, unexpecting of what he’ll say next. him inhaling some air indicates to them that he’ll be making the move first.

“jun as in yeonjun?”

y/n’s expecting more to come out, but that’s all soobin is asking. the air feels colder all of a sudden, bringing them to stroke their folded arms for warmth. they circle their eyes around their room attempting to find an answer to his question. soobin still won’t say anything else.

“i call him jun-”

“and you couldn’t care to mention that jun was short for yeonjun?” soobin asks. his voice is quite tired as well, but it sounds broken. like all of his world just shattered into tiny sharp pieces.

“i didn’t think of it, it’s become a habit at this point.” is all y/n can say, shrugging defensively. their voice is as quiet as a mouse’s. they feel that small too.

soobin considers his next words. this is y/n he’s talking to, not yeonjun. he wants to be more careful, after all, this is his partner. the one he likes.

“i’ve told you about him before y/n-”

“okay and you didn’t tell me his fucking name either!” y/n interrupts aggravatingly. soobin may be considering his words, but y/n’s had it of people accusing them of things they did not mean. even if it’s soobin.

after all, his tone can only match what he’s given. he’s tired too.

“you can put two and two together, you’re a smart person,” soobin suggests with irritation. “how can you go this whole time without one suspicion?”

y/n scoffs, not believing that all of this is being thrown at them only. “like you didn’t? how about you put together than jun was for yeonjun? you’re not an idiot either.”

soobin eats up what he’s given. maybe yeonjun and y/n do have one thing in common. the fact that they’re too stubborn to realize anything.

“i told you how i feel about people lying to me,” he reminds. y/n sees that he’s referring to yun and let’s their guard down a little bit. “i’ve dealt with it enough. people spewing their lies at me, or just lying to me directly. i don’t like it y/n. i don’t like that he’s upset with me for your actions.”

y/n widens their eyes at the last statement and forgets about the respectful demeanor they were trying to go for. this can’t all be on them.

“i didn’t mean to lie to anyone!” they shout out. only one can wonder if the neighbors can still hear. or if they heard anything at all. signs lead to most definitely. “and i’m sorry that whole yun thing happened to you but you can’t keep pinning that on me just because she used my pictures.”

soobin’s never seen this side of y/n before. he knows this conversation all too well. “i’m not pinning this on you.”

“yeah, well it sounds like you are,” y/n concludes. their crossed arms are high up, looking like it’s in defense. they try to relax but they’re too frustrated.

soobin raises his eyebrows while biting his lip, surprised to where this has gone. “maybe he’s right, you’re not who you say you are.”

“do you hear yourself?” y/n questions in disbelief. they see that soobin has returned their posture that is crossing his arms and can only assume he’s just as upset.

“i didn’t want to end up in another mess but here we are!” soobin flails his arms in conclusion. “they always seem to follow me around.”

y/n swallows some air and brings their lips together before they can continue. “can you just listen to me-”

“i don’t want to hear it anymore, yun!”

more heart dropping to the floor.

he did not just go there.

y/n chokes out a silent sob, unbelieving of what soobin has just said. soobin seems to realize his mistake too, and slightly widens his eyes while swallowing. he’s told them that he knows they and yun are different people. they’re not the same. ‘i like you, not yun.’ all of that reassuring seems to be thrown out the window at this point with just one sentence.

soobin looks as if he’s trying to think of a saving grace, immediately feeling apologetic for his mistake. but he just doesn’t know what to say. y/n, on the other hand, has plenty. it’s little, but gets the message across.

“fuck you.”

soobin shuts his eyes closed in denial while y/n sneers at him in disgust. nothing is going to be fixed here. soobin slowly opens his eyes once again and chokes in attempt to figure out what to say next. all he can do is shake his head in disappointment, as he finds a way out through the door. the sound is not as loud, but it’s forced.

and with that, y/n is left alone. soobin’s last words ringing in their head in several directions.

they’re about to have a full meltdown, ready to bring themselves on the floor with tears, until they hear the door open once more. they’re convinced it’s soobin, and they’re even ready to apologize despite just cursing him out.

it’s kai.

he awkwardly makes his way inside, still not getting over the words he was hit with as well. he gazes at y/n, a crying mess, before heading towards the couch. he reaches for his jacket on the seat while he looks their direction.

“i forgot this,” is all he can say. he’s ready to leave after retrieving his jacket when he feels a hand tug on his sleeve. he’s met with y/n’s pleading eyes, reeking in desperation.

“hyuka,” they choke out. “i didn’t want any of this to happen.”

not like they’re used to, kai can only look at y/n emotionless. like he doesn’t feel for them anymore. “and i didn’t want to lie, y/n.”

they furrow their eyebrows until they realize that he’s telling them the same thing. “i didn’t lie!”

“yes, you did,” kai says matter of factly, his impatience being heard. “you made me lie too.”

y/n’s hold remains on kai until he shakes them off softly, shaking his head in disappointment. that’s the last thing y/n sees before he makes his way out of the room, the last door shut of the night.

it’s just y/n. a sobbing wreck. unlike the last time, kai was there for y/n when they were overwhelmed with emotions. he was there to hug them, wipe their tears away.

now, they’re alone to do that themselves.

...

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artbybai · 17 days

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Do Bulma and Vegeta know about Baiya's crush on the kaioshin of their universe? And how "stupid"(or no) would this girl act around Shin during her crush phase before it passed? Your girl watches Goku grab the god of the universe like a little chihuahua dog, has she ever done the same?

Omggggg this is the funniest thing ever

Gosh… If I think abt it, honestly, I imagined that Baiya would’ve mostly been around Shin in the Sacred Lands during her training/studies under him and Kibito (let’s roll with it for now since I still need to bang out the how and why lol) so Vegeta & Bulma probably wouldn’t really be aware of what their interactions/Baiya’s attitude towards Shin would be like.

I think, at first, Baiya would be at least a bit nervous when she meets Shin and Kibito (bc holy shit, the Kai, and the SUPREME Kai, at that!) She’d likely default to her usual (attempted) diplomatic persona that Vegeta’s tried to train her for, as a Princess.

As Baiya eventually spends more time around Shin, I think he’d mention something along the lines of, “You don’t have to hold yourself back to appeal to me, as either a student… Or a friend. I can hear your thoughts, anyways, so there’s little use in denying them.” Baiya slowly gets more comfortable around him, seeking his counsel for even minor things, involving him more in her personal life (and… Learning to think a little quieter, lol.)

Of course… This eventually leads to Baiya getting her lil crush on Shin.

He’s got poise and tact, eloquent, traditional… Honestly, Shin could very much pass for a Prince himself! Along with his gentler approach to encouraging Baiya to reach her full potential, and to embrace her flaws and work with them instead of around them, she’d absolutely develop a strong attachment to him.

They’d have teatime in the Grand Temple Gardens. They’d stroll the grounds side by side, with Shin proudly showing her off to the other Kai as yet another of his various mentees, their arms linked together. Shin would teach her Kai history and language, their traditions, invite her to join him in various ceremonies or rituals… Inviting her into his world, literally and figuratively. That’d be pretty important to Baiya, who’s felt like a bit of an outsider since her creation, despite her loving family and friends.

Baiya would teleport to the Sacred Lands, happily running to join Shin in his study for their next week of training and studying together, joking and gossiping together, with Baiya informing Shin in return about life on Earth as a mortal…

And, maybe this would lead to Shin occasionally visiting Earth more often than most other Kai ever had before.

The first time Shin pays a visit to the Capsule Corporation household, I believe Bulma would treat him like most any other guest, or how she’d behave around Whis. Vegeta may not pay him as much attention at first, but he’d be respectful as he would be towards any of the gods. Then… Shin and Baiya greet each other with a hug, and she grabs his hand as they run upstairs together, and they dash out the door moments later with Shin dressed as “incognito” as he possibly can be for a day out and about in West City.

Bulma and Vegeta look to each other, slack-jawed. Bulma would probably laugh it off as “puppy-love”, something sweet and innocent but destined not to last. Meanwhile Vegeta’s white as a sheet and can hardly believe his eyes. “She’s flirting with a god. My sweet pea dressed up a God of Creation like a legally-distinct Ken doll, to go out for whatever the hell “boba” is. How.” I have a feeling Vegeta would feel a mix of pride and mild fear.

Baiya would go so stupid for Shin at first asdfghjkl

AND she’d jokingly hoist him up and carry him around sometimes (…if Shin lets her. I kinda imagine that Kai can simply choose to be Immovable Objects™️ when it comes to mortals weaker than them, so… Technically, that’d mean that Shin would play along with it to an extent)

I imagine Baiya to be a “harmless prankster” type; bubbly and sweet with a dash of mischief. A playful older sister that’s still figuring out how the world works and how she fits into it, essentially. She’d enjoy teasing Shin, talking him into silly ideas, maybe even flopping onto her bed after a visit, hugging her plushies and kicking her feet excitedly, etc. So basically, Typical Girly Stuff™️.

Eventually, I imagine that Shin would recognize that Baiya’s caught feelings for him, and as much as he might even be flattered at her affection, he probably would let her down as gently as possible, or encourage her to pursue other potential suitors. Mortal suitors. Suitors that she might get to grow old with, even as a Saiyan, and have a “proper life” with… As much as it could pain Shin to admit. Baiya knows it, too, though.

Baiya & Shin would still absolutely be on excellent terms afterwards, and she’d continue to seek his advice and company. Tbh, this is the one friendship I think she’d build that rarely ever would have actual rough patches or strains between them… :)

Thanks for asking & thanks for listening/reading my ramble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Made my day to gush abt them asdfghjkl

#artbybai #dragon ball #oc baiya #saiyan oc #kaioshin #supreme kai #shin #oc x canon #headcanon #rambles #thanks for the ask!#q and a #answered

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nixytea · 2 years

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[☂︎] — study date w/ jungwon

synopsis: a study date with jungwon at the library, enough said. pre-relationship where you’re still testing out the waters. (w/c: 937)

“i can’t do this.”

“oh yes you can.”

“no, no jungwon. i physically, mentally, emotionally cannot do this. not today, my friend.”

jungwon stares at you, the deadpan look he gives you enough to send a chill through your bones. “i’m here for a reason, y/n. want to remind me again?”

you mumble out a sulky reply, but jungwon is not satisfied by that. “say it louder.”

“fine. we’re here because i can’t memorise atomic structure for the life of me.”

“that’s right, now look at the question again. come on, you’re not even past page three, and there’s like, twenty of these.” he covers a line at the top of the page with his hand. “explain, in terms of atomic structure, why metals can conduct electricity.”

you stare at the notes in front of you for one beat. two beats. “i…because, um. i don’t know?” you scratch your head, sheepishly looking back up at him. immediately you wish you didn’t, because the barely-concealed mixture of horror and disappointment on his face takes a chunk off your soul with each second you look at it.

how did you land yourself here, in a freezing public library, with your friend-turned-crush seated opposite you? well, it’s simple. you are usually a hardworking student who absorbs material quickly, but somehow the concept of atoms just…escapes you. for goodness’ sake, your dream job has nothing to do with chemistry. and just your luck, yang jungwon has volunteered to tutor you on this subject, while you coach him in math (his trigonometric graphs look like lumpy molehills if you have to be honest).

well, it’s not really your fault, is it? how are you supposed to memorise the structure of graphite when the object of your affection is right across you? with his long fingers flying across the keyboard, cute features scrunched up in concentration, there is absolutely no way you are getting in anything chemistry-related.

he seems to notice this too, as he sighs, shaking his head fondly. “if you can focus for the next hour, i’ll buy you bubble tea after this.”

you instantly perk up. “the hot one? with extra milk?”

his disgust is apparent, but he swallows it back down anyway, a convincing smile surfacing. “sure, but you have to get this chapter down.”

no problem.” with renewed energy, you pick up your pen and begin to copy down the line a few times on rough paper. the prospect of free boba after a gruelling study session hypes you up. if there’s one thing in life that motivates you, it’s hot bubble tea.

unbeknownst to you, jungwon is a little distracted too. entranced by your adorable passion for boba tea, as well as the sudden intensity you have towards your least favourite chemistry topic, he can’t help himself. what is he supposed to do, not watch you be the most lovable human in his eyes?

you glance up from your notes, and he immediately turns away, dimples cheeks dusted a light pink as he realises he’s been caught. “what’re you doing?”

his blush deepens at your question, biting his lips as he tries to hold back his nervous smile. “nothing, just wondering how i could get confessed to by someone like you.”

ah. you and jungwon had been deskmates since the beginning of the year. bonded by the shared frustration over your studies, especially the complexities of the concept of orbitals, a friendship was formed quickly. over time, the feelings between you had blossomed into something a little…different. it had taken months before your friend’s persuasion to just tell him had an effect. less than a week prior to today’s meeting, you’d asked him to go to the rooftop, where you’d made known your feelings for him. and because yang jungwon is a sensible boy who owns more braincells than the average person, he all but collapsed at your confession.

you’d agreed to take things slowly, more than content to wait for jungwon’s confident reply. until then, you and him would still hang out. like today.

jungwon shuts his eyes, a wistful glint in his eyes as he gazes at you so tenderly you feel as if you might cry on the spot. “let’s talk about it later, over our bubble tea. i’ve kept you waiting long enough.” you’d be blind to not notice that jungwon does return your feelings, but you still want to hear it from him properly.

“okay,” you muse. a light pierces through the overcast sky, and you peer out the window. the glass panels serve as a divider between you and the rapidly falling drops of rain. coupled with the quietness of the library, the effect of the atmosphere has you relaxing slightly. jungwon’s fluffy jacket around your shoulders has never felt cosier. boring as studying may be, you want to stay in this moment forever, basking in the feeling of a pause button that allows you to enjoy the presence of your companion.

jungwon taps your wrist gently. “looks like it’s raining. there isn’t a sheltered walkway between the mall and the library. why don’t we stay a little longer till it gets lighter?” there’s an unmistakable double meaning in his words, and his uncertain expression reflects it tenfold.

you return his smile with one of your own, a silent agreement exchanged between the two of you without you even having to say a word. and so you carry on, the soothing scratch of your pens and the steady tapping of the drizzle outside filling the comfortable silence. with your favourite person by your side, you couldn’t wish for anything more.

a/n: inspired by my japanese listening comprehension in class, as well as that pic of won above :DD it’s cute and i’m whipped for rainy days, no explanation required right? as we all know real life relationships need more than just an “i like u and u like me”, and there’s a sense of responsibility and commitment that has to be there. i just felt like jungwon would be someone who emphasises the importance of taking things slowly before entering a relationship and making things official. so yes, in other words this is my interpretation of how to get urself an s/o in the form of a self-indulgent fic. enjoy!

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restlessmaknae · 1 year

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of taekwondo & confessions [k.y.h]

Annoying or not, your mom asks you to take your little sister to her taekwondo classes, but you don't expect to see your once middle school crush being the practice teacher there.

➳ Characters: taekwondo practice teacher!Yohan x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: childhood sweethearts to lovers, fluff, comedy

➳ Words: 3.7k

➳ Warning: -

➳ WEi taglist: @dat-town, @effulgentfireflies, @hyu-won, @littlestartonightsposts, @ishuayou

It wasn't even a bad day. In fact, it was a pretty good day, your boss even praised you for your work that day, so you couldn't say that you had a strike of unlucky things happening to you. However, when you bumped into Kim Yohan out of all people at your little sister's taekwondo academy, you were definitely in for a surprise.

Not that his presence at a taekwondo academy should have surprised you. After all, his father was a taekwondo master and he had been doing taekwondo professionally when you had last seen him. It was the fact that he was the one teaching your little sister as a practice teacher under a senior instructor’s supervision that surprised you. Oh, and of course the fact that you never expected to see your middle school crush again after he had gone to a different school, and your silly little broken heart had convinced you that you would never find true love after the boy you had confessed to had not only said nothing in return, but he had also left your school altogether. Back then, you had no phone, no social media account, so he had gone without a trace.

There was no doubt that it was him though. He had the same boba eyes, the same bunny smile and the same pitch-black hair that you had always imagined ruffling like those main leads in your favourite young adult books that you had loved back then. You had imagined Yohan in the love interest's place so many times, and you remembered that aching feeling of wanting your love life to turn out like the ones in those books all too well.

Alas, you had been young and naive and foolish and...

"Hi!" Yohan greeted you with a wide albeit surprised smile. Well, at least he didn't expect to see you here either.

"Hi!" You responded slowly, still taking in the sight of the boy who had grown into such a handsome young man. Not that you hadn't considered him handsome back then because you had. It's just that his features were even more defined now, his shoulders even broader and he was even taller than he used to be. Though you had last seen him around a decade ago, it shouldn’t have been surprising.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Me neither," you reciprocated his semi-nervous laughter with a smile as you tried to keep it cool. After all, he must have forgotten all about your confession, right? It had been so many years ago, he must not have even taken you seriously if he hadn't replied back then (not that he had a chance because you had practically run away from him after your confession, too embarrassed to bear his gaze).

Just like that, silence enveloped you, and you knew that Yohan had never been good at awkward situations, so you tried to keep it casual.

"I came to pick up my little sister, Yeji. She attends a class here. Your class, it seems," you explained, referring to the fact that you had seen your sister come out of the exact same practice room he had come out of.

Yohan's mouth formed a surprised O in return, but then, he was back to his usual coy self as he mentioned:

"It's not my class as per se. I'm still just a practice teacher."

"Everyone has to start somewhere, right?" You joked, trying to ease the slight awkwardness in the air, but you weren't sure that you saying such a thing was helping at all. God, you two were full-grown adults now, him already practising to be a teacher and you doing an internship, you should have known how to communicate better. Maybe it was just that the surprise hadn't worn off. Yeah, that should be it.

"How about you? Are you at uni or already working?" Yohan inquired after clearing his throat, and it was such a Yohan thing to do. He had always cleared his throat like that before giving presentations or being asked to solve a task by the board. It was such a silly thing to suddenly remember, but what could you do? You had been once head over heels for this boy.

"Oh, I finished uni during spring. I'm now doing an internship. I'm a sales intern for a fashion company."

"Sounds exciting."

"Yeah, it is," you responded with a smile, then to fill the silence, you told him about what tasks you had and what products were sold at the company and how you were working part-time, so you could pick up your little sister from now on because your mother now had a schedule change due to a colleague going on maternity leave. Not that he asked about half of it, but you knew that your little sister needed an awful lot of time to get ready, so even though kids were leaving the changing rooms one by one, you weren't surprised that you didn't see your sister coming out anytime soon.

In return, you asked about Yohan, and how he had ended up here and how long he would stay here and such, and he responded casually. These weren't such difficult questions though, but you were glad that the initial awkwardness wasn't lingering anymore.

Finally, your little sister showed up, her face still quite red, but her smile was as wide as it could be. Especially when she saw that you were talking to her teacher.

"Did you ask him how I was doing?" Yeji chirped, reaching out to hold your hand - something she always did when you were around others. She was extra clingy around strangers.

"No. We were catching up."

"Catching up?" She looked at you with wide eyes, then at Yohan. To that, you explained that you had been middle school classmates, and since she went to the same middle school as you did, she found it extremely fascinating that her taekwondo teacher went to the same school as she did.

"Anyways, let's not keep up your teacher any longer," you announced firmly when silence settled over the three of you. As expected, Yeji complained a bit, but eventually, she let her teacher go his way and you two also went your way which meant home in your case.

It didn't take long for your little sister to gossip about the fascinating revelation that her new practice teacher was your middle school classmate. To make matters worse, your mother knew exactly who Kim Yohan was, and she couldn't keep it quiet either.

"Wasn't he the boy you liked so much back then?" She exclaimed beamingly as if she had received great news, and you felt like falling head first into your bowl of pasta.

"You liked my teacher?" Yeji immediately shrieked excitedly, and it took some serious minutes to explain to her that it was a long time ago, you didn't like him anymore, and that he wasn't her teacher back then, so it didn't sound that weird.

Ever since then, you tried your very best not to run into Yohan when you went to pick her up or when you did, Yeji couldn't be around or ask anything regarding your middle school crush. Miraculously, it worked for some time, but once you had an urgent matter at work, so you couldn't leave on time, and you were almost half an hour late than you usually arrived. You basically ran from the underground station to the academy because Yeji didn't have a phone, so you couldn't tell her that you were on your way, and you were afraid that she would be panicking when she didn't see you after coming out of the changing rooms.

The sight that welcomed you was totally different though. Yeji and Yohan were sitting on the chairs opposite the reception desk, and they were playing cham cham cham. You let out a long, relieved sigh upon hearing your little sister's laughter, and your heart did a silly little somersault when Yohan's bunny smile was on full display while playing with her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry that I was late. Something came up at the company, and I had to stay a bit longer," you explained in one-go when you walked up to them, but instead of being angry, your little sister seemed more understanding.

"It's okay. Mom didn't always arrive on time either," she just shrugged, and god, you thanked the gods for having a sister like her in that moment. This gratefulness didn't stay with you for long though. "We were playing some games with your crush while waiting."

Oh. My. God. How did she... Why... How could... No. This wasn't happening. Nope.

"I've told you not to call him that," you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to act natural with a smile in Yohan's direction, but he definitely did hear you two talking, and if it was possible, he was even more flabbergasted than you were.

"Why not? You've said you told him-"

"Come on, that was a long time ago. Right, Yohan?" You glanced in the boy's direction quite frantically. You felt like it would have been better if the ground had opened up beneath you. You really just wanted to evaporate.

"Right, it was. You didn't even let me respond," he brought it up, almost sulkily, but you swore that you were on the verge of making an even bigger fool out of yourself and tell him that he was still handsome, and you found it cute that he was teaching kids, and he was seemingly good with your little sister too and that was adorable...

And so on and so forth, so you needed to leave.

"Anyways, we have to go now. I promised mom I would get groceries before going home, so we need to do that too," you clapped your hands to announce it and grabbed your sister's gym bag from the floor, throwing it over your shoulder.

Thankfully, your sister perked up at the mention of grocery shopping - which meant free food sometimes due to the promotional samples -, so she gave in easily. This way, you could bid your goodbye to Yohan as soon as possible, and you could leave before wanting to admit something that you just couldn't.

Yohan was kind enough not to bring up your awkward middle school confession, so your conversations could actually be about things that didn't cause awkwardness. He was still very much the introverted boy you had known him to be, but he could get really chatty when it was about a topic he was interested in or stories with his friends that he was trying to tell with big hand gestures and voice intonations. It didn't help your silly little heart though, in fact, you felt like you just fell deeper and deeper with no way out. Once your sister took an extra long time changing after practice, you could also see Yohan in a non-uniform outfit because he had already changed into his usual clothes before your sister came out, and oh boy, he did grow broader and stronger. He also knew how to dress himself, so the tight black jeans, simple white tee, leather jacket combo didn't help your heart at all.

Though you didn't meet outside of the taekwondo academy because why would you? You also had around 15-30 minutes twice a week to talk, so it's not like you talked a lot, though with him, you felt like you could listen to him all the time, so it wouldn't be enough anyway. He might have given you his number (in case you were late to pick up your sister, so at least he would know about it even if your sister didn't have a phone), but you didn't start messaging each other too intensively.

The first time you met each other outside of the taekwondo academy was at a taekwondo competition. It was your sister's first competition, so she was super nervous, but she got encouragement from both of her teachers and you as well. Her fellow taekwondo team members supported her as well, but she eventually lost before the semi-finals, and instead of staying out on the field, she didn't come up to you to the stand during break, so you got worried.

You walked down the corridors, and walked into the changing room where you had previously put down her stuff. However, she wasn't there. You were almost about to call Yohan, hoping that he looked at his phone during the breaks, when you caught sight of the said boy crouched down to be at eye-level with your sister and hugging her while she was crying.

"It's okay. I've lost in competitions too, it's inevitable. Next time you'll be even better. Almost making it into the semi-finals is already a great achievement," you heard Yohan say to her, patting her back reassuringly while Yeji was still constantly sobbing. Hearing her cry broke your heart a little, but the boy's reassurance warmed it a bit, too.

"Yohan is right," you said as you halted beside their duo, and gently patted your sister's shoulder to gain her attention. You reached a pack of tissues out to her, and she took it, immediately using up two to blow her nose and wipe away her tears. "It was your first competition. You did so well. Now you know what you can expect, and you'll smash it next time."

"And maybe even become a teacher like me one day," Yohan added with a light-hearted smile as he stood up straight.

"Really? Can I do that after losing here?" Yeji stopped crying to ask that question and blinked up at her giant of a teacher with bright, shining eyes. He nodded and told her just how many times he had lost in the past until she felt better and eventually went to the bathroom to wash her face.

"Thanks for being beside here. I thought she disappeared, but I'm glad that wasn't the case," you turned to Yohan after your sister got out of hearing range, and displayed a grateful smile.

"Don't mention it,” the boy shrugged casually, but you were truly grateful for his assistance, so you kept thanking him until he was called by the taekwondo master to get ready for the end of the break. He directed an apologetic smile at you, but you told him that he should go, you would fetch up your little sister afterwards.

Once Yeji was done in the bathroom and felt better, you two went back to the stand to watch the rest of the competition. Even though your little sister was a bit under the weather when her opponent made it to the final, she seemed supportive of her team members nevertheless, and she almost went back to her usual, bubbly self by the end of the event. You waited for her to change and get her stuff, and as usual, she was almost the last one to leave. That just meant that you managed to bump into Yohan on the way out.

You and Yeji were about to have some lunch, and your little sister was so pumped up about telling her teacher that she would have her favourite kimchi stew that she somehow ended up inviting Yohan as well. As expected, the boy tried to turn down the offer, but the grumbling of his stomach and Yeji’s puppy eyes convinced him to join you. Your sister couldn’t have been happier.

You couldn’t deny that you were happy as well. It was fun talking to the boy like this, and you had a fun time watching the boy’s facial expressions change when your little sister asked him very random questions such as his favourite childhood snacks, if he had ever seen Santa or if he had ever farted during a competition. That last one, though, was embarrassing even for you, so you tried to avert the topic to something more pleasant.

You three had different meals, and Yeji always tried others’ food if it didn’t involve something she absolutely despised, so she had some from your lunch and from Yohan’s lunch as well. Then, insisting that his meat was really good, Yohan even wrapped a piece of meat, rice and garlic in a perilla leaf and reached it out to you. You looked at him for a few seconds, confused, but ended up reaching for it while thanking him for the gesture. He gave you a gentle, almost proud smile in return, and there it was again: that warmth that ran through your body seeing his smile, feeling like you had just ran a marathon, but it wasn’t enough to tire you out, you were just so pumped up.

“Why didn’t you put it into her mouth? They always do that in dramas,” Yeji chirped in obliviously, and you almost choked imagining the scene of Yohan putting the perilla wrap into your mouth like couples would do. Yohan had the same reaction, but he tried to mask it with a few well-timed coughs.

“It’s because we are not a couple. It’s a thing that couples do, so it would be weird if we did so,” you explained to your little sister who seemed to be pondering for a few seconds before asking the very simple yet very complicated ‘why’. You blanched at the boldness of hers, your eyes growing twice their size, and your throat going dry. You reached for your glass of water and took a few sips of it, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t hurt Yohan's feelings either, but it wouldn’t give away your feelings either.

However, taking your silence as if you couldn’t understand her question, Yeji continued with her honest, child-like curiosity.

“Do you really not like each other anymore?”

“It’s not that. It’s compli-”

“Then, do you still like him, no?”

“I mean…” You protested fervently, your embarrassment growing by the second. Sure, kids were honest, and they didn’t hold themselves back, but they also didn’t know the complexity of human emotions and how people didn’t always like each other back. You were sure that the movies and dramas she watched weren’t about unrequited love either.

You were about to go into a long-ass monologue about how reality could be different from what she saw in the media, but Yohan spoke up after clearing his throat.

“I like her. I always did,” he admitted coolly, but the way he was picking on his food with his chopsticks without looking into your eyes gave away his nervousness.

You practically froze in place, unable to move or speak because you just couldn’t believe that he had confessed that he liked you, and he had always done so. It was what you had been imagining all those years ago while rolling on your bed and listening to heartwarming pop songs about first loves, it was what you had been imagining when you had picked up the courage to confess to him on the last day of grade 7, and it was what you had been imagining ever since, and now that it was out, you were unable to form coherent words.

“But… like… why didn’t you tell me before?” You mumbled, still puzzled, when you managed to pull yourself together enough to speak up. Yohan’s eyes darted between different parts of the restaurant before landing on yours, and his gaze made it impossible to look away. There was just so much in his eyes, a whole galaxy if you wanted to be corny, that you felt like you would never be able to have enough of looking into his orbs.

“It’s not like you let me tell you back then. You practically ran away!”

“Because you were frozen, and didn’t say a thing. So I figured you don’t like me and ran away to save both of us from further embarrassment.”

“I was frozen like you now. I couldn’t believe that someone like you would like me back,” Yohan insisted, and this almost sulky side of him was so adorable, so similar to his younger days that you almost felt like hugging him to your chest when he was already way taller than you. Gosh, you really did think that he said nothing because he didn’t like you whereas he was just surprised. You had to process that information and his pouty lips and his twinkling eyes and…

“Are you going to kiss now?” Yeji blurted out, too excited for her own good, but both you and Yohan answered with a vehement no before locking gazes again and bursting into laughter. You almost forgot about your little sister being there beside you because you were so into your own little world, but how could you forget about her presence and enthusiasm towards you and your crush on Yohan?

“We can try later though,” the boy mentioned with a teasing tone, and you held up your chopsticks warningly, but the boy’s giggles made you let go of any (theatrical) annoyance you held towards him.

Now that was out of the way, the rest of the lunch was fun and almost peaceful, but you would have never thought that his confession would happen at a restaurant on the way home from your sister’s first taekwondo competition, over perilla leaf wraps and bowls of steaming noodles. You wouldn’t have had it any other way though. It was so like you and Yohan, and it was just perfect.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading the story! It means a lot to me.❤️

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Have a lovely day/night!

#wei #yohan #kim yohan #wei scenarios #wei imagines #wei x reader #wei x you #wei fluff #yohan scenarios #yohan imagines #yohan x reader #yohan x you #yohan fluff

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maybege · 2 years

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this has been rattling around my brain and finally knocked loose. Being a first time calmer with a crush on Boba and being nervous bc of his reputation of being insatiable. He doesn't exactly realize at first why you're scared, but when he does he's so soft and so gentle, promising that you can safeword out at any time or even just ask him to cool it and he will, no anger or shame. You get a lot less fearful hearing that

Oh yes 🥺 You’re so so worried and insecure because this is the alpha you want to impress because you’ve been pining for him for so long but his reputation is so extreme, in a way, that you’re scared and convinced you’ll just disappoint him.

But Boba is not stupid and he’s already so attuned you (an omega he’s been eyeing for a while) that he immediately asks you what’s wrong. And you just blurt out all your worries and it secretly breaks his heart because he wants you to enjoy yourself, not fear that you may not be enough. So he sits you down for a deep talk about boundaries and safe words and things he’d like to try out, giving you the option to leave right then but also assure you that you always have the power to Say No. And it calms you down so much that you’re finally able to look forward to be his calmer (and the things he’ll do to you 👀)

#may answers #boba fett x reader #alpha!boba vibes

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sunboki · 4 months

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You and Han Jisung are the ultimate best friends. While he’s busy nerding away, you’re filling him in on the latest and greatest drama. That’s until he brings up crushes. And I mean, what’re you supposed to say when he asks you that? It’s not like Jisung’s your crush… right?

📓 » Han Jisung x f. reader

GENRE┊non idol au, friends to lovers, (kinda) enemies to lovers, two idiots being oblivious, fake relationship au, highschool au, angst, fluff, slowburn

WORD COUNT┊5.1k words

PLAYLIST

WARNINGS┊profanity, lack of communication, childish pettiness, stupidity at insane levels

AUG’S NOTES┊valentine’s day with ji :(( take this as my tribute to hurting my own feelings with this fic 😭

THE BOYFRIEND STATUS TAGLIST — CLOSED

The first night of your downfall all started in mid-January.

All was well and had been going well, until it wasn’t.

You’ve known Han Jisung since second grade, starting with having to apologize for knocking over his castle and him proceeding to cry even louder in the sandbox, snotty in his red and white striped shirt.

You swear that shirt is still in his closet.

And when he was wimping away in a corner, you were the one that got him out of his shell. To this day you’re convinced you’re the first person to ever witness the true Han Jisung, who starts slapping things when he laughs really hard, who gets overly competitive during board games, who keeps hundreds of mind-blowing tracks he’s produced to himself, and who (you wouldn’t admit it) has one of the prettiest smiles in the world.

Freshman year of high school you met Jisung again in your Geography class.

Initially, it took you a moment to recognize his face, having changed quite a bit over the years. And certainly not a bad kind of change. Although, his nerdy personality was all the assurance you needed to figure out it was him, apart from that he switched to contacts, grew his hair out more, and looked, y’know, “older.”

Older as in: what happened to you? ..Why are you so attractive?

But you won’t get too far into that.

Through the years he tutored you. Jisung had a knack for studying since day one, and despite occasionally looking like he could pass as a dropout (usually the week before finals), no one else could maintain better grades than him.

So, on a night both you and Jisung were slouched over your desk, procrastinating school work by rating people at school from most to least kissable, he turns to you, face halfway illuminated by your lamp.

“Do you like anyone?” Your boba-eyed friend asks while you aimlessly scroll through your camera roll in search of the photo you’d been talking about, mumbling a quiet “of course” in response.

Jisung makes an unconvinced noise and clasps his hands together, leaning forward.

“No like, like like anybody.”

Finally escaping your ‘rating people’s kissing-capabilities’ headspace and now entering into your ‘is this the question i think it is?’ one, you wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans.

It’s a strange question, not a Jisung-question, and you find yourself growing increasingly nervous the longer he stares at you.

You’ve never even thought about it really, so why are you so sweaty? Why does your heart feel as if it may just beat out of your chest, why is your mouth so dry?

Questions.

Clearing your throat and secretly praying it didn’t give away your piling anxiety, you feign a roll of your eyes, tapping your fingernail on the cool desk.

God, why are you so nervous?

“Um, nobody, why?” You retort, ignoring the scrutinizing squint of his eyes watching you.

It’s never like this. You’re the one that teases, gets him all shy, stumbling over his words. So now you suddenly feel like Jerry and he’s Tom.

Abnormal.

“C’mon, there has to be someone you think is cute,” He whines, and before you can stop it one word smacks you upside the head.

You.

“It’s Minho!” You shout, hurried and barely audible as if trying to tune out your inner panic.

Han looks stunned.

Han as in best friend, not crush. Right.

What were you thinking?

“..Min.. Minho?” He phrases slowly, evidently surprised.

Being completely honest, you’re just as surprised as he is. Minho is attractive, sure, but never in your life did you consider him like that.

Oh how you wished you could erase all of this from ever happening.

It doesn’t make sense. Because it’s not like you’re into Jisung. Or are you?

Nope. Nuh-uh. You were just caught off guard and unprepared. Not to mention it was an unexpected question, that’s all.

Fuck.

You like Jisung. There’s no point of lying to yourself anymore. From the start of seeing him again, those “friendly” gestures weren’t friendly anymore, they were intentional, pursuing. Walking from class to class together, constantly checking your texts, meeting his eyes only to smile like fools.

“Yep. Minho. That’s the guy,” Cutting each sentence shorter than the last, you nod fervently, avoiding his gaze.

Both soaking in utterly hellish silence, the tension was likely seeping through the cracks in your door at this rate.

He really shouldn’t have ever brought this up, and you shouldn’t have said Minho. So on the bright side, at least you’re both at fault here in the grand scheme of things.

“..Alright then.” He shrugs and goes back to writing down notes, ignoring how the room feels a hundred degrees hotter and that every inch of your soul is drenched in a cold sweat, plagued with the situation you landed yourself in.

What has gotten into you?

Why Minho was the first name you said couldn’t be explained, and, with your amazing fortune, Minho happened to be Jisung’s friend in their shared engineering program.

Any name. You could’ve said any name.

Great.

“Psst!” You hiss, lingering behind the door, waiting for your victim to finally finish his day-long conversation with Mr. Hong.

Said victim (a.k.a Minho) delivering a venomous glare from the corner of his eye, you gesture for him to come nearer (much to his obvious dislike) once the coast had cleared. Thankfully, the classroom was a distance from Jisung’s, providing ample time to strike your plan before they joined sixth period together.

A plan that had been devised throughout the many hours you spent sleeplessly investigating your ceiling last night.

“I need your help.”

Wait for it. Here comes the questions.

“Is this about Jisung?”

Before you can open your mouth, he cuts you off.

“You got in trouble again, didn’t you?”

You sigh.

“I-“

“Are you pregnant?”

“SHUT— up.” Grabbing a strong hold onto your one opportunity to speak, you clamber both him and yourself into the nearest seat, dreading this experience the longer Minho stares daggers into your soul.

The idea is a stretch, but if the boy in front of you cooperates, at least a few bases might get covered.

“Minho, I need your help with Jisung.”

Anticipatory eyebrows (looking freaky similar to a cat) urge you further.

“Alright, first things first,” You huff, fishing in your bag prior to sliding the notebook in front of him. His eyes widen, breathing an esteemed “wow” upon reading each line.

“Rules For Our Fake Relationship”, The title reads in messy sharpie marker. A silly, first-grade clique idea, although, if wielded correctly, could very easily quell your.. “problem” for a bit while you brainstormed the next step.

Problem being, how can I make sure, at all costs, my best friend doesn’t know I’m in love with him?

“You really thought this one through, huh.”

“I do what I have to.” Cracking your knuckles and stretching your neck, you ignore Minho’s judgemental eyeball and begin setting down some basic rules.

#1 Under no circumstances should we ever kiss.

He seems to whole-heartedly agree on that one, pretty much gagging at the thought.

#2 No one but us is allowed to know this is fake.

The rest is history, so by the time you’ve reached twenty and he adds a “No acting lovey-dovey around me” rule, you realize you might as well make this a “Rules For Worst Enemies” list instead.

But just as you hand him the pen, awaiting his signature with an eager gaze, he deflates, popping the cap back on much to your displeasure.

“Before I sign my life away to your Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, you have to promise me something.”

“..Okay.”

Please don’t say your credit card, please don’t say your credit card please don’t say your credit ca-

“No matter how long this,” he gestures to your page-full of rules, “lasts, you have to find a way to explain yourself to him before Valentine’s Day, deal?”

Valentine’s day gives you a full two weeks to keep up your act, and as much as you want to deny and tell him that would technically break Rule #2, you doubt he’ll agree any other way. It’s Minho for goodness sake, you could throw a brick at his head and he’d wake up in the hospital the next day still remembering to feed his cats.

You’ll make an excuse.. or something like that.

Fine.

“Deal.”

Finally signing the bottom of the notebook paper, the bell rings for your next class to begin and your hand has already started to cramp horribly, a telltale sign your job here is done.

Stashing the illegitimate document in your bag and parting in opposite directions, your movements halt when Minho shouts your name, his flannel-clad form sporting a mildly smug grin.

“Hey! Don’t fall in love with me, okay?” He yells, and you make a disgusted face before both erupting into laughter.

After a rather ungrateful attempt of explaining your tardiness to English class, you drop your backpack down beside your desk, notifications buzzing with texts Jisung sent earlier today asking about where you want to sit for lunch tomorrow and your weekly tutoring sessions amongst other things.

A frown tugged at your lips.

You shouldn’t have lied, really really shouldn't have. So deep inside you hope; pray this’ll be your solution.

Fuck.

Jisung likes you.

Scratch that, he’s liked you. Liked you ever since fifth grade, when he skinned his knee wrecking his favorite captain america bicycle and you patched him up with multiple superhero bandaids.

So when he finds out it’s Minho you’re interested in, Lee Minho who in a billion years he didn’t expect you to be interested in, he’s astonished.

Because it’s not every day your best friend who you’ve been harboring the fattest crush on tells you she’s interested in another guy, especially not your other good friend, so he feels entitled to feeling a tad bit upset.

It’s not your fault and he knows it. You don’t know he likes you because he’s too much of a coward to say anything, do anything.

But somehow, in some majestic, all-knowing way, he wishes you had said his name instead.

Whether it was Summer Camp in middle school or all those times he’d sat behind you in Algebra just to talk to you, it was inevitable. Because before either of you knew it, he was falling in love, and apparently you were falling in love too; with someone else.

“Alright, and? Are you gonna tell me, y’know, why you like her?”

Awaiting the dismissal bell, he folded, desperately needing some kind of assurance. First person he usually went to was you, but that wasn’t possible now, since it’s not like he could simply run up to you and shout out his feelings, could he?

Duh, of course he could. Which is another reason why he won’t, and why he doubts he ever will.

Hell, merely talking to you on the phone whenever Minho passes by amounts to a mini heart-attack.

Instead, Seo Changbin stepped in, and in the midst of a barely occupied cafe, Han Jisung found himself spilling his guts. Spilling his guts as in: venting and brainwashing himself into thinking he could win you over.

“I mean, everything.”

His friend makes a hopeless sort of sound, head resting on his hand.

“She’s like…” Han forks a bit of the cheesecake, Changbin’s expression spurring his cynical seat-mate to continue.

“Cheesecake.”

The level-headed of the two chokes on his drink.

“..Cheese– Cheesecake?”

Han affirmatively nods. “And I love Cheesecake.”

Changbin rises from the table with a frantic Jisung in tow, pleading for his friend to hear him out.

“Look! Look wait, Changbin please-“

He swore the man’s eye twitched.

Although, they’ve known each other for four years, and he was quick thinking up a solution.

“I’ll work out with you for a month.”

He’s never seen a man sit himself down faster.

And as a result, their two hours of utterly senseless talk turned into short-lived (yet greatly appreciated) relief, filled with bits and pieces of advice granted by the matchmaker (Seo Changbin) himself. Plus, he made a good point in advocating you weren’t going out with Minho yet, right? Meaning, despite the possibility being sparse, he had a 1% on his side.

Rain pelted the campus upon his exit, the boy clambering his hood over his head, stepping a mere foot into the watery terrain for a text to vibrate his phone.

Usually he’d ignore it, but that was before he saw the number.

You.

Han stopped dead in his tracks, hoodie slipping off his head in the process—standing there, assailing droplets drenching his form, device clutched in a numb grasp.

Guess the relief wasn’t the only thing short-lived.

Y/N : You’ll never guess what happened Ji!! Minho asked me out!

Something about Jisung is different recently. You’re not sure if it’s an effect of your (fake) relationship, but he’s just.. different.

Distant.

Perhaps you should’ve expected it. This is the first time you’ve ever been in a relationship while being friends with Jisung, and the entire point of this after all is to keep your mushy feelings hidden.

But his entire “cold” persona was starting to get under your skin.

Yesterday he’d completely ditched you to talk to Chan, a fellow producer in the same class as Jisung which, might you add, never happened.

In fact, there was a time that your best friend had gotten so immersed in a conversation he slammed right into a pole. He still has a scar on his nose from it.

More so, a few months ago, leaning against the sink in his dorm the day after midterms when you’d be stressing and obsessing over precalculus, he reached up, cupped your cheek in a hand and rubbed his thumb along your skin.

..And you tumbled head first into those silly feelings the “he’s just a friend” Y/n had locked away and thrown out the key to.

Little did you know Jisung had a spare key all along.

“Eyelash,” He had said, but in your pounding eardrums the comment sounded more like a whisper, an invitation.

That night you lay in bed, trying incessantly to fall asleep to no avail, because every time you close your eyes the scene ran on replay, except in your fairytale he had leaned forward and kissed you—

A car alarm going off outside your window knocks your daydream awry, ushering you to give up on peaceful slumber after the three-hour trial period.

So why were you upset? You wanted this; you wanted to stay as friends out of the fear he didn’t feel the same—even more so that your friendship would dissipate along with it.

Easy.

It didn’t feel fair. You felt like, even though Jisung didn’t have any romantic intentions with you, you were technically (unintentionally) assigning his position as the third wheel without so much as a single vote.

And it didn’t feel fair, because a possibility remained.

A possibility that could mean Jisung liked you, and if that were the case, your efforts, not to mention your mind, would officially drift itself into a never ending orbit.

Albeit amongst your mental warfare, school ran right on schedule, blind to the infinitely deep shithole you had dug (and wished to bury) yourself in.

Thursday’s schedule consisted of a main topic.

Senior prom.

According to your firsthand accounts, prom in high school is either the best or the worst school event in the history of events.

The popular girls stick to tiny maxi dresses with overly tall heels and massive hoop earrings—granted, you don’t blame them for the dress, they’ve got snatched bodies, but sometimes (most of the time) the glitz and glam is a lot on the eyes.

Jocks will show up in cargo’s or dress pants thinking they’re the shit while their attire doesn’t even cut it when you look at their weekly exchange of a girlfriend, but hey, that’s high school.

If you were talking about yourself, you’d say prom was, well, prom. Not horrible, not amazing either.

Freshman year you spent way too much time rewatching “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before” and filling your nights treating the approaching occasion like a sacred holiday. Sophomore year you began to lose interest, and as for Junior year, you nearly forgot it existed.

The more you thought about it though, Jisung would honestly rock a pair of heels.

Anyway, that’s besides the point.

Senior year, this year, there was a change in your rotation. Change, as in, big change. A what-about-Jisung-while-Minho’s-in-the-picture change.

It’s not like you were genuinely dating Minho, yet your wack job of a situation kept you from telling your best friend (crush) who is deliberately avoiding you at the moment, the truth.

Never in your life did you think you’d string yourself into something like this. That Han Jisung, that snotty-nosed boy, would be a constant reason for your incessant headaches, occupying every expanse of your mind on a continuous loop.

And by chance, fate of some kind, you finally run into the runaway culprit, tagging along with Changbin after the lunch break he normally spent with you.

Oh how the tables have turned.

So when the boy expertly dodges your first attempt to communicate, you don’t let him go, unwilling to let another unread message slip past without sparing a word.

“Jisung- wait.”

He turns to you, lips drawn in that straight line that always forms when he’s nervous.

Hundreds of possible questions you could ask in this moment, minimal time.

“Are you.. going to the prom?”

What kind of question is that you dumbass.

Fixating you with an equally incredulous stare, he tips his head slightly, a mocking, humorless chuckle following.

“Um, yeah?”

What. The. Fuck.

Maybe it’s the way he phrased his words, his cocky attitude when responding that irked your nerves. Regarding you like you’re three years old.

And maybe that’s your flaw, feeling like you’re supposed to be the one sending him beet red instead, used to that comforting casualness, your comforting casualness.

Together.

You wrinkle your nose, ripping your hand from his sleeve like you were stung.

Jisung seemed to feel it too, although only you could tell.

“Oh.. okay. I’m going with Minho, my- boyfriend, so don't worry about me!”

Aw shit, now you’re just embarrassing yourself. Shut up and leave, girl.

Jesus, why do you feel like crying?

You’d never sprinted off faster, long abandoning sympathizing with the now jerk-face Jisung and certainly trying to abandon the two days separating prom’s date and the three from Valentines, otherwise, your explanation deadline.

Talk about pressure.

Nonetheless, shopping for something couple-clique was hell. After never anticipating you’d be shopping for two in the first place, simply finding a flattering color proved itself challenging.

Minho was ungodly picky, and you refused to wear what this lunatic deemed prom-worthy. Also, simultaneously trying your hardest to welcome whatever prom season was (an occasion that felt disgustingly uncomfortable) and staying awake to tirelessly plan on how you would behave seeing Han there left no room for relaxing.

Oh, and telling him everything before Valentines too, adding another sleepless night to your February calendar.

Insomnia much?

“Yah! The tie is what makes us look like a couple!” You groan, pressing the dark green bow tie to his shirt while his grabby hands attempt at prying you off.

February 12th arrived dangerously fast, to the point you managed to snag a somewhat-similar tie and dress shade at the last minute, a tie of which you were straining to attach to Minho while standing in an adjacent room to the packed auditorium.

He childishly whines, complaining that it’s too much before all of a sudden the door springs open, figure standing frozen in the entrance.

A figure none other than Jisung.

Best part? Your hands are pressed to Minho’s chest, stuck in a rather compromising position now that you mention it.

“Oh— sorry, um,” He steps back, frantically closing the door in his wake.

This is what you wanted though, isn’t it? Payback for how rude he’d been, for him to believe you were dating Minho, that you weren’t remotely interested in him.

Regardless, it feels like betrayal.

Your companion’s mildly concerned look speaks your mind.

In the midst of your mental tormenting session however, Minho slammed his hip into the side of the door while leaving, gritting out a hushed curse.

“Want me to kiss it for you?” You automatically tease, puckering up your lips in an attempt to block out the voice in your head calling you heartless.

Well, it’s not like Jisung likes you. The only feelings you’re hurting here are yours.

“I. Would. Rather. Die.” He retaliates, nose scrunched while nursing the wound.

‘What a sweetheart’ you want to call back, but the weight on your chest seals your lips shut, and with a nervous nod you stiffly head toward the opening hall.

Something to blame. Right about now, you need something to blame that would at least provide some breathing room considering the blasting of a bass shaking the floor and just how many people are crammed in here.

Everything feels too tight, too much. Minho’s got a loose hold on your hand to keep up the act, but for who? You can’t spot Jisung anywhere.

The fake boyfriend to your side caught on relatively early, sending you a troubled expression you mirror back.

An hour in and there was no enjoying yourself, no laughing and slipping drinks somebody stole from their parents, no dancing around or sending the same compliment to seventy girls on repeat.

Han wasn’t here even after he had told you (asshole-like) he’d come. The entire reason you went these lengths.

Amidst your frustration, you spot a man in the crowd.

Aha.

Chan.

I’m not looking for Jisung I’m not looking for Jisung I’m not looking for Jisung—

“Where’s Jisung?”

You’re kidding.

Chan narrows his eyes, giving your wavering, obviously upset frame a once over.

“Jisung? He dropped off something for Felix. Didn’t he tell you he wasn’t coming?”

Again, you’re kidding.

What a liar.

And maybe you shouldn't have yourself get so mad. Jisung didn’t even know the half of it, nonetheless how far you’ve gone to secure his suspicions were out of your hair.

But you did go that far, and to think he didn’t show up after all left your tribulations useless.

Calm down, the sensible Y/n would scold.

This wasn’t the sensible Y/n.

Racing from the auditorium to the neighboring apartment complex a block or so away, you utilize the extra key he’d given to you, bursting through the door while ripping off your gloves and kicking off your mud-stained heels along the way.

Han spins around, clad in regular clothes—somewhat regular clothes apart from how incredible he looks—with his biceps straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt, glasses adorning his face, plate of leftovers in hand.

He’s been working out recently, or maybe the majority of the Jisung you’d seen wore hoodies and baggy tees.

You’ll thank whoever got him to the gym later. Presently, number one is Jisung. You and Minho can be dealt with afterward.

“Look, I know you really don’t want to hear this right now, but Minho and I broke up and—“

The words sound like vomit on your tongue, especially from the look Jisung gives you in return.

Fake, It’s all fake. Yet, it feels so real. Yes, you’re still mad, but it’s Jisung, and who are you to deny you still aren’t into him.

You don’t have to be sensible to know that.

“So?”

So? He asks. This Jisung asks, not the one who would’ve, at the drop of a hat, asked if you were alright, asked if you needed anything like a friend does. This is cocky Jisung, jerk-face Jisung.

You’re spoiled with the old Jisung, were spoiled.

But this isn’t him, this is somebody else.

Your frustration levels might breach out of your ears at this rate.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He scoffs, carding a hand through soft strands of hair. “I’m not Minho. I’m not someone you can drag along just for the fun of it, alright?”

Who are you?

Wildly, you wrack your brain for any plausible explanation.

“What- What do you mean drag you along? I would never—”

“Then why?!” He cries, slamming the plate against the table hard enough you notice a crack wedged on the side.

Breaking point.

Come to think of it, this is the first time you’ve ever heard Jisung yell.

What felt to be months and months on end of this lying and stifling came out to this, huh.

Screw it.

“Because! Because I like you, no, I love you Jisung, I love you so fucking much it kills me! Minho and I were fake! I set up all this bullshit just because I was scared of what we have disappearing, can’t you understand that?!”

He’s seething; fat, crocodile tears dotting his waterline. And you stand there pathetically, waiting to hear it, hear something.

“Turn around.”

Huh?

He raises his eyebrows expectantly, and you slowly do as told, awkwardly shuffling around till your back faces him.

His fingers sift across your back, chills spreading along your skin.

“You’ve been uncomfortable all night, haven’t you? Why didn’t you tell Min— Tell me?” He grumbles, unzipping the back of your dress and simultaneously allowing much needed air to re-enter your lungs.

You don’t need to respond for him to know, another of the many things you’ve fallen for when it comes to Jisung.

Although, another reason added to that list would be his arms wrapping around your waist, cozying to your back. And another when you shift around, your own arms slipping to his neck, savoring a hug you hadn’t realized how horribly you missed.

“Can you go back to being just Y/n and not Minho’s fake girlfriend?” He mutters, head buried in your neck.

“Yeah yeah.” You respond, voice wavering the longer you stay pressed in his embrace.

Jisung pulls back slightly, studying your face.

“Can I…” He begins trailing off, eyes suddenly laser-focused on your face.

A roaring pit of deja vu swallows you whole.

His thumb does that, that thing again. That careful caress on your cheek, that close proximity.

“Eyelash.”

Everything feels like it’s on loop.

Only difference is when he begins to lean forward, and you swear it’s your imagination when he pulls the glasses off his face, lips barely ghosting over yours.

“Can I kiss you, please?” His tone slightly breathless, you don’t have to say a word by the way you’re looking at him for Jisung to take initiative.

Yet, his feather-light peck to your forehead catches you off guard, preparing to laugh before a careful hand slips to hold your neck, maneuvering your face into a kiss you’re certain you’ll remember.

Jisung, whom, quite frankly, squealed every time the two main characters confessed their love to each other, who was emotional and fragile, was kissing you.

He kisses you, just like that stupid fantasy.

It’s messy, inexperienced, but it’s Jisung. That’s enough.

And then, even worse for your sanity, his hands slip beneath your thighs to pick you up—an action that wouldn’t have been this detrimental if he hadn’t gained so much muscle recently—but it does.

Basically breathing him in, you’re slow to separate, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, sending chills down your spine.

Your nerves are on fire.

If anything, the world could burn and you’re certain you wouldn’t even notice, not when Jisung had you caged between his arms on the bar stool, positively enamored with every slight huff and gasp of air, the squeezing grip you had on his arms.

Ignorant to the point you forgot about his gym-partner (likely responsible for helping Jisung grow muscle, you’d thank him later for that) otherwise roommate who wouldn’t appreciate his best friend hogging in the kitchen.

Luckily, it only took the clattering of keys lodging into the doorknob to pull you two off of each other, scrambling to grab clothing while you raced to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

Mere seconds after your hasty escape does the man, the myth, and the legend walk in, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Jisung awkwardly grins, leaning back on the island as if you hadn’t just been sitting there, all pretty and perfect.

Han had always thought Changbin would be some type of dog in his past life—maybe a Rottweiler. And by the way he seemed to practically smell something was up, he was certain of it.

“Did I.. walk in on something?”

Nearly slipping half-way through his reply, Jisung (non)chalantly wiped a bout of sweat from his hairline.

“Nope! Just uh.. organizing?”

He would get weeks of shit if anyone caught on, nonetheless his roommate.

Instead of interrogating him further, Changbin grunted, bending down to pick up what the younger thought to be a piece of trash, only for one of your heels to be pinched between his fingertips, expression reading: “Seriously? Organizing?”

Color draining from his face, Jisung humorlessly chuckled, likely sweating enough to fill the Atlantic ocean.

“Did I ever tell you about my secret life as a drag queen?”

Hastily snatching the shoe away at the older boy’s face palm, his face flushing ten thousand degrees upon the cuff to the shoulder he received.

“Y/n?” His friend called loudly, met with your pitiful “here…” from the bathroom and a smug giggle from an amused gym-rat.

Yeah. Shit for weeks.

“Do you think Minho’s a good kisser?” Jisung piques, sprawled out on the couch with a bag of potato chips in hand.

The first official night of your relationship with Han started in mid-February. Tonight, you planned a movie date.

You, almost suffocating from how fast you inhaled, threw a not-so-kind slipper at him, the boy screaming avidly in response.

Through a fake relationship, pettiness, and a sad attempt at making-out, in a sense, you did explain yourself.

Hah. Suck it Minho.

“Hey! I’m just asking!”

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cuteteacakes · 2 years

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Caleb spent a sleepless night and not a whisper. No call from Agent Summers, and definitely no call from Anders... The more time went on, the more Caleb’s mind went down dark scenarios. Anders tied to a chair and beaten for information. Anders being tortured. Anders being killed. Why didn’t someone at least call to reassure him? Anything was better than this silence. This not-knowing. This what-if-I-never-get-to-see-Anders-again.

Playing games with Max the next day only worked for so long before Caleb’s mood dropped considerably. Even Max noticed in the middle of their stream.

“Hey, Caleb? You wanna talk off stream?” Max asked once he noticed that far-away look on Caleb’s face. He lost Fall Guys back at the first stage so he had nothing better to do than to cheer Max on. But he stopped after a minute.

Caleb startled back to his senses. “Huh? O-oh, yeah, actually I do.. if that’s okay, I mean...”

“Yeah, no problem. We’re taking a quick break, guys, don’t go anywhere!” Max put his BRB screen up on his stream and took his headphones off. “I knew there was something eating at you, but I didn’t want to pry..” he said.

Caleb felt tears suddenly fill his eyes and threaten to fall. “Am I that transparent?” he asked his twin. “I guess I should catch you up, huh? I met this guy...”

“Boy trouble? Do I need to beat someone up??”

“No, no, nothing like that. He’s actually really sweet, a-and we haven’t actually... I mean, we’re not dating or anything. I don’t even know what he thinks of me..”

Max tapped his chin in thought. “So you’re crushing on this guy and can’t tell if he likes you back?”

“He works for a government agency that tracks kidnapping rings-”

“REALLY??” Max grabbed Caleb’s shoulders. “Is this the guy that saved you when you almost got kidnapped??? Calebbbbb-” Max pulled Caleb into a hug. “Do you know how much I freaked out when I heard about that?? You can’t do this to me, man, I’ll have a premature death!”

Caleb grunted and patted Max’s shoulder, making the other let go. “He is, and I’ve been seeing him more lately. He.. he even made us lunch the other day..~”

Max’s eyes widened. “Oh??”

The tears began bubbling up again. “But he went to take down the head of the kidnapping ring that tried to get me, and I haven’t heard a word from him for two days! I’m so worried that he’s dead, Max! What if he is??” Caleb threw his arms around Max and sobbed, leaving the other equal parts upset, sympathetic, and confused. He awkwardly returned the hug.

“But you said he does this sort of thing, right? Maybe sometimes it takes him weeks to-”

“Weeks??? Caleb began sobbing harder. “I can’t wait weeks, Max! This man has my heart! I can’t worry about him for weeks, I’ll die!!”

Max offered Caleb a tissue. “Do you know anyone he works with that can tell you what’s going on?”

Caleb dabbed his eyes with the tissue and then blew his nose into it. “Y-yeah, but they’re on high alert if Anders needs help...”

“Ooooh his name’s Anders? That sounds... spy-y.”

“I’m serious, Max!!” Caleb bopped his twin. “I’ve been so nervous it’s hard to go anywhere by myself again! I hate not knowing-!”

Max bopped Caleb right back. “That’s it. We’re getting boba. Right now.”

“What?”

Max put his headphones on and announced that his stream was ending early today. He had some very important business to take care of. “You ready?” he asked once he closed the game and OBS. “There’s this new boba place that also sells dango, I think you’ll like it.”

Caleb couldn’t get over how far Max would go to cheer him up. Of course, he’d totally do the same if Max needed it..

“Yeah, that sounds tasty..~”

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00katrinka00 · 1 year

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Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #38

Dear Diary, My parents are trying to find a copywrite lawyer so I can get the rights to the music Janie is trying to steal from me. I really hope we can beat her to it. This whole thing is making me nervous. -Violet

Mads had been feeling sick all morning, so even though she and Ethan weren't trying for a baby, she still decided to take a pregnancy test to rule that out. Mads was surprised to find that the result was positive.

"So, you know how we had agreed after Lacy joined the family that we'd drop the whole baby thing," Mads began to tell Ethan. "Yeah…" Ethan said a little confused. "Well looks like the watcher has other plans, because I'm pregnant!"

"That's amazing!" Ethan exclaimed. "It's going to be a handful, five kids under our roof, but I truly can't wait!" Mads told him excitedly. "We'll do this together," Ethan assured her.

That morning Violet worked a short morning shift with Owen at the boba shop. "Can you believe that" Violet angerly exclaimed. "My ex, trying to steal my music. How can she be so vile." "Is this conversation over yet?" Owen asked.

Leo and Nat stopped by that morning on their way to take Sawyer to the park. "Hey!" Leo exclaimed when he saw Owen. "Hey dude!" Owen waved. "Oh, my watcher, please, leave," Violet said embarrassed. "I hate how you two are becoming friends." "Get over it," Owen rolled his eyes.

After serving their drinks, Owen quickly pulled Leo aside, "dude, you have to ask Nat out. She's definitely into you," Owen told him. "I don't know," Leo said hesitantly. "Remember what we talked about the other day?" "Yeah, but…" "Just ask her out."

Nat was in the middle of telling Sawyer all about how much fun she was going to have at the park later that day when Leo sat down next to them. "Leo back!" Sawyer exclaimed. "Yay!"

As Violet's shift was about to wrap up, Lacy and Jenna stopped by to pick her up. "Ready for the pier!" Jenna exclaimed. "Oh, my watcher yes! Get me out of here!" Violet said excitedly. "Hey," Owen hesitantly said to Lacy. "Hi," she replied awkwardly.

While Sawyer had fun in the ball pit, Leo and Nat talked. "So, uh, how is your creative writing project going for school?" Leo asked. He was clearly nervous, Owen's words kept darting around in his head. "Fine I guess, I'm partnered with Janie, but she just told me to do it all."

"That's not right," Leo told her. "It's whatever," Nat said. "I mean this way I make sure it gets done right." "But then Janie takes partial credit for a project you were meant to work together on," Leo said. Nat just shrugged, "I'd get a better grade doing it alone anyways."

While Sawyer climbed through the tunnels, Leo decided to finally brave up. "So, I wanted to tell you something," Leo said slowly. "I guess, well, I've kind of always had a crush on you and was wondering if you'd want to go on a date sometime?" "Leo, I'd love that," Nat beamed.

"So, how was your date with Finn the other day?" Lacy asked excitedly. "It was so fun!" Jenna exclaimed. "We went to his house and watched a movie." "Which movie?" Violet asked. "I, uh," Jenna paused. "I don't remember." "Ew, gross," Violet cringed.

"We may have kissed a little," Jenna told them. "Or a lot…" "Gross," Violet muttered. "What's your problem?" Jenna asked. "I listened to you talk about Janie all the time when you were together." "I don't know…" Violet snapped. "Calm down you two," said Lacy.

"Didn't you date Noah Brooks Freshman year?" Jenna asked. "Yeah, but I never actually liked him," Violet said defensively. "Bullshit," Lacy said. "You were obsessed with him." "Was not," Violet said. "You totally were," Lacy teased.

"I think I only liked him because I thought that I had to," Violet admitted with a sigh. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jenna asked. "He was the most popular boy in school, and he was interested in me, so I guess I thought that I had to like him," Violet explained.

"I think I forced myself to have feelings for him, and then he just dumped me, and I realized how much of an ass he was," Violet continued. "Finally," Lacy said under her breath. "I even rolled the want to become enemies with him, too bad he's in college now."

"I guess I don't even think I like boys," Violet told them. "Oh, my watcher!" Lacy exclaimed. "As long as you're happy!" "What she said," Jenna agreed.

Later that night, Violet stopped to talk with her mother. "Have you heard anything from any of the lawyers you reached out to?" Violet asked. "Yes, actually," Mads told her. "We managed to set a meeting up." "That's amazing! Thanks for being so supportive with all of this!"

"Let's sit down, there's actually something I wanted to tell you," Mads told her daughter "Yeah, sure what is it?" "A few years ago before, well before the incident with Lacy your father and I had wanted to have another baby, after Rosie. We kind of dropped it after Lacy, but…"

"Well, I'm pregnant!" Mads exclaimed. "A complete surprise, but your father and I are excited, and we're happy Rosie will get a sibling closer to her age." "That's great, but" Violet paused. "Aren't you a little old?" "Go to your room."

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fairybinie · 2 years

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COPYCCINO — 15: welcome back

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a/n: written (3.3k) + smau. so sorry for the wait </3

…

this hadn’t been soobin’s first time seeing y/n, but why was he just as nervous?

it can’t be because y/n was still upset with him after what happened last time. that was water under the bridge already.

then why was he so insanely nervous?

a few weeks have gone by since he and y/n started to talk more, and he’s confident enough to say that there’s a friendship growing. he only hopes they could say the same thing.

the circumstances today mostly revolve around yun, but he does hope that he and y/n can hang out more at a time that isn’t detective work.

soobin locks his bike in its place, the same routine as the last time. he takes note at how the bike holders are still in their prime, no rusting of the metal or any graffiti all over it. one could say it was a breath of fresh air, as he’s used to locking his bike in places with some inappropriate drawings all over them.

before he can head inside he stops himself in front of the door and straightens out his clothes. he can see through the mirrors that it’s not too busy today, but not exactly a ghost town in there. he just genuinely hopes there’s nobody who was there to witness his outrage from the last time.

with some more courage, soobin manages to step inside and is immediately greeted with the cool air and warm scent. same decor as last time, although he didn’t expect much to change. he did notice that the chalkboard hanging near the register has a different message, and finds it endearing. he likes the homey atmosphere brew hour has to offer.

with a look at the time he sees that he’s right on time. he doesn’t see y/n sitting anywhere, so he figures he should at least order something while he waits.

soobin walks up to the register and ponders over what to order while looking at the menu right above. this was usually the time he wishes he knew more about things, some of these drinks are so foreign to his mind.

with his mind being occupied, he doesn’t even notice someone is ready to take his order.

“welcome back!”

soobin feels himself jolt in his place as he mentally mutters to himself to stop getting scared so easily. confusion soon takes over him as he realizes that it’s y/n behind the counter.

“hi,” he stammers out while spreading his palms on the marble tiles. “i thought you weren’t working today?”

“technically i’m not, i was just helping hyuka out for the morning shift since it’s more busy around that time.” y/n almost whispers, as if they didn’t want kai to hear.

“..don’t tell my boss.” y/n adds, referring to not working on the clock. soobin laughs softly to himself while gesturing a key lock to his lips, of course throwing the key away.

the two remain in their places, still locking eyes with one another with a small smile on their faces.

“hey so- oh it’s you!” kai comes out from what seems to be out of nowhere, pleased to see soobin again.

soobin readjusts himself from his position, this time fully standing and keeps his hands to his sides. “yeah i’m back.” he chuckles.

“so are you gonna take his order or-”

“no i think that’s it for me, don’t want to get in trouble,” y/n replies as they begin to take their apron off. “but i can watch you take his order.” they say with a sly smile, placing their apron behind the counter.

“right so what would you-” kai begins to ask before y/n softly nudges him on the arm, their eyebrows attempting to get some message across. kai seems to have gotten the message as he lets out an inaudible ‘oh.’

“welcome to brew hour! what can i get for you?” kai fixes himself, soobin noticing y/n give a nod in satisfaction. he can’t help but to bite his lip from smiling.

if he’s being honest, soobin wanted to get one of the more complex orders. something he’s never tried before. but seeing that it’s kai who’s taking his order, he’d feel bad if he let the newbie do that. so he sticks to something else.

“i’ll just get a hot chocolate.” soobin cooly orders, reaching for his wallet behind his pocket.

y/n almost beams in their spot, never not getting excited when someone orders their favorite drink. but it’s a different kind of feeling this time, and they wonder why.

“alright, one hot chocolate for here,” kai begins to repeat, not missing the opportunity to glance at y/n for reassurance, which they are. “that’s going to be three dollars and thirty seven cents.”

soobin sees that he only has a ten dollar bill, but he doesn’t mind using it. he slides the bill where kai can grab it, a look of surprise on the boy’s face.

“you can keep the change.”

kai begins to stutter out a bunch of thank you’s as he looks at y/n again for some sort of answer. they chuckle to themselves as they input the cash on the register and put the rest into the tip jar.

as if he didn’t have enough energy, kai definitely has more now. “your drink will be ready soon!”

soobin nods at kai as he heads over to the other side of the aisle, grabbing a couple napkins. when he heads back he sees that his drink has been prepared.

“i know you’re here for y/n but talk to me some other time when you get the chance.” kai slides the beverage to the other side, soobin almost gets thrown off guard when he notices the foam art relates to the anime they both loved. he smiles wide and returns a bright ‘thank you.’

“have a brewful day!”

soobin heads over to an empty table near the corner of the store and takes a sip of his drink. probably the best hot chocolate he’s ever had.

he takes a look over at the front and notices y/n is saying a few words to kai, who is holding his arms up in surrender with a mischievous grin on his face. he sees y/n begin to head over to the table and whips his head back facing his drink.

“sorry about that,” y/n apologizes as they scoot in their chair.

soobin reassures them with his hand as he faces to glance at kai in the back. “so.. does he know?”

y/n twiddles with the napkin in their hand. “yeah i told him.” soobin replies with a short nod and takes a sip of his drink.

“plus he was kinda there when,” y/n gestures to the boy in front of them as well as the whole shop. “you know.”

soobin can’t help but choke a little on his drink but manages to swallow correctly again. “again i’m so sorry-”

“hey, don’t be. we’re all good now,” y/n notices some whipped cream on soobin’s chin and attempts to hold back a smile. they hand him the napkin they were playing with and points around their chin to signal. a hint of pink is apparent on soobin’s cheeks.

“like i said, no cops were called!”

the pair share a laugh together as soobin folds up the napkin and places it in the corner of the table. there’s a temporary silence, not too awkward but not the most comfortable. they both know why they’re here anyway.

soobin begins to take out his phone from his pocket and holds it in his palms. y/n takes this as a sign that the actual conversation is about to start, and sits straight in their seat.

“so yun texted me yesterday.”

y/n doesn’t feel ready to give some sort of response, so they return a polite nod to indicate that soobin should continue. they know this is a sensitive topic and they want to make sure they’re handling it with care.

“they- i never thought- here just,” soobin attempts to find the words to explain what happened, but gives up when he can’t find anything. he holds out his phone with his texts ready for y/n to read themselves.

y/n is cautious, almost like they’re unsure if soobin is actually asking them to read his texts. they always felt it was an invasion of privacy. they take the phone from his hands and give it a little shake in the air, indirectly asking if it’s okay. the nod they get in return reassures them that it’s more than okay.

the more that they scroll through this conversation, the more y/n feels themselves getting outraged by what they’re reading. there’s no way that a person like this could exist. they stop scrolling when they realize that they’ve past the messages from yesterday, and return the device back to soobin.

“there’s no way this person has any conscious.”

soobin let’s out a breath in agreement. “i’m starting to realize that now.”

“i mean, do they really think there’s any justification here?” y/n begins to heat up. “not to mention they disregarded my feelings several times.”

“… and what’s with the attitude too? they get pissed off when you ask genuine questions and when you finally tell them that you don’t want anything to do with them that’s when they get petty and almost laugh at your decision?”

soobin eyes widen with every statement in agreement. he locks his phone and puts it in his back pocket, taking one more sip from his cup. he lets it swallow slowly as he thinks about what to say.

“they’re not who i thought they were.”

y/n calms down a little as they realize this is mostly soobin’s problem, not theirs. he’s the one who’s dealing with this the most, and they feel sad for him.

“are you okay?”

soobin fixes his gaze from the small menu in the corner back onto y/n, and he’s greeted with concerning eyes.

“not really,” he replies honestly. “but i will be. this is the best thing that i can do for myself.”

y/n’s lip twitches in a fond smile, genuinely proud for soobin’s decision. “i didn’t say this yet but i’m really proud of you for standing up for yourself. you really put them in their place.”

soobin gushingly chuckles at the compliment and shrugs a little. “it wasn’t just me i was standing up for.”

this time it’s y/n’s turn to chuckle. they soften their gaze after they realize that soobin really did fight for them too. “i appreciate you for that, thank you.”

the two exchange some looks of appreciation, and the moment lasts for a couple minutes. if they didn’t understand each other before, they most definitely did now.

“isn’t it 85 degrees?”

soobin tilts his head in confusion as he looks down at his drink, remembering he had told y/n that when they talked about it yesterday. he glances back at them to see an expecting pair of eyes.

“i wanted to try it.”

y/n can’t help but show all teeth with his answer. “you know, it’s especially good if you sprinkle a little bit of cinnamon on top.”

they reach for a small bag of cinnamon from the compartment device on the table and begin to work their magic. soobin’s intrigued the whole time.

“try it now.”

as they slide the drink back, soobin reaches for the cup midway, leaving the pair to brush fingertips. soobin doesn’t know if they felt it, but he sure did. he can’t deny that he didn’t like the feeling, it felt nice. when he realizes that they’re still locked together, he takes his hand off the mug and y/n finishes sliding the drink back to him.

“oh wow! this is actually so much better.” soobin’s eyes almost fall out from his socket, shocked by the pleasant taste on his tongue. he finishes the drink in seconds.

“it’s my favorite. though i must admit, it tastes even better during the winter.” y/n slyly teases. they feel joy watching the boy enjoy his drink, makes them feel proud for having him try it. even though they’ve had plenty of customers be satisfied by their barista skills. this time it’s just different.

“well, winter is only a couple weeks away.” soobin chimes. y/n ecstatically beams in response.

“so.. we go to the same school i hear.” y/n speaks up, hoping the shift in conversation wasn’t too awkward.

“oh yeah we do!” soobin exclaims. “i’m still surprised i’ve never seen you around.”

“what’s your major?” y/n asks.

“psychology,” soobin replies. “which is why i kinda suspected…this whole thing to happen.” he carefully adds.

y/n is confused for a moment but realizes what he’s referring to. they can’t help but give him a sympathetic look. poor boy.

“anyways, what’s yours?”

“photography,” y/n boasts. “well that explains it, we’re both on different sides of campus.”

soobin chuckles in agreement. “i thought you’d want to do something involving flowers.”

y/n laughs and shakes their head in compromise, not denying the assumption. “i get it. but still, i can take some pretty bomb pictures of flowers!”

soobin pouts his bottom lip out in thought, seeing how that could work too.

“you know…we should hang out some time,” y/n hesitantly offers, “during school i mean. or out of school.”

soobin feels himself sigh of relief hearing y/n say that, he’s been meaning to throw that offer on the table soon but couldn’t figure out how to ask without sounding too forward. “yeah that would be cool!”

“and i’m sure my friends would like you,” y/n adds and then peers their head over at kai at the register. “one of them already does.”

a deep snicker releases from soobin’s mouth hearing that. he really hopes to befriend kai soon, they seem to have more in common already.

“you have other friends too?”

“oh yeah! jun and terry, they’re my little squad,” y/n gushes. “or frap kiddos as i like to call them.”

“that’s cute,” soobin awes. he has one thought in his mind, but somehow can’t figure out what it is. he shakes it off. “they work here too?”

y/n scoffs and runs a hand through their hair, leaning back in their seat. “they might as well, they love acting like they work here.”

soobin chuckles at the fact. there’s still that lingering feeling settling within him, but still can’t figure out what it is.

“how about you, how are your friends?”

soobin looks back up at y/n, releasing him from his thoughts.

“oh, beomgyu and sieun. yeah they’re my friends,” soobin smiles a little just thinking about them. “they’re crazy but i love them.”

y/n nods in agreement. “yeah it’s the same for me too.”

“sieun is actually the one that wanted to work here!”

a gasp escapes from y/n’s mouth as they’re genuinely surprised by what they just heard. “wait actually? is she the friend you mentioned when you were here last time?” soobin responds with a light hum.

“oh god i thought you were just joking,” y/n covers their mouth in attempt to be serious. “i don’t think i’ve spoken to her but i could surely get her a job.”

soobin raises his eyebrows quickly, remembering how desperate his friend was. “i’m sure she’d like that.”

y/n glances over at kai, who gestures his head towards the clock. they see that it’s already nearly 5, and wonder how it’s already gotten so late.

“hey, we have to go soon,” y/n twiddles their thumbs together. “we’re all going to the mall.”

soobin looks up at the same clock and realizes that the time has flown by sooner than he thought.

“you can come with us,” y/n offers but quickly adds, “if you want of course.”

although he appreciates the offer, soobin isn’t quite ready to interact with y/n’s friends. he’s just gotten used to them, not to mention kai, he’s afraid he’ll somehow mess things up. maybe some other time.

“that’s nice, but i’m afraid i have to start heading back soon anyway.” soobin politely declines as he begins to get up from his seat, to which y/n follows.

“that’s okay! i’ll walk you out.”

the two begin to leave the store, but before they can soobin doesn’t miss the opportunity to say goodbye to kai first. from his place he greets him one last time.

“best hot chocolate i’ve ever had!” when kai returns a thumbs up, soobin nods in satisfaction as he places his hand on the doorknob.

y/n is about to head out when they see that kai is still smirking at the pair, his eyebrows raising instantaneously. y/n raises their hand and begins to slice their neck in the air, kai getting the message and continues on with sweeping the floor.

when they look back they realize that soobin is holding the door out for him, and quickly rush back to go outside. they really hope he didn’t see that.

the two are greeted with the warm air yet again, although it’s started to settle down as it’s now later in the day. y/n starts to look around for soobin’s car when they realize that he’s unlocking his bike from the rack.

“you have a bike?”

soobin stops in between the process of untangling the lock and stares back at y/n.

“that depends, are you judging?”

y/n’s eyes widen as they begin to wave their hand to save themselves. “no no! i think it’s really cool, it’s a nice bike. must be nice to ride around.”

soobin slightly blushes, as he’s used to everyone in his life teasing him for owning a bike.

“maybe you could teach me sometime.”

realizing what they’ve just said, y/n can’t help but flinch in reaction, seeing how they probably just sounded so weird in this moment.

soobin’s taken aback, but he can’t deny that he’s not flustered. “you don’t know how to ride a bike?”

y/n focuses on soobin finally releasing his bike from the rack as he begins to settle into his position, ready to take off.

“i don’t, but that’s a story for another day.”

soobin feels bad for slightly laughing, but he finds it quite cute. he begins to start peddling off the shop location before he stops in his tracks.

“so um… we’ve only been talking on twitter but.. i just,” the boy mentally slaps himself for making this sound so awkward. especially when it doesn’t need to be.

“do you think i could get your number?” he feels the need to add more just so he doesn’t sound crazy. “i just think it might be easy to- you know, talk.”

y/n sees the effort he’s putting, and chuckles in response. “upgrade i see. yeah you can, give me your phone.”

soobin tilts his bike to rest on the edge of his heal as he reaches for his phone. he unlocks the screen and opens the contact app, handing the device back to y/n. he sees them start typing, and quickly return it back to him.

“it’s right there, just.. text me whenever you feel like it.” now it’s their turn to be awkward about this. to make up for it, they force a tight smile.

“i will,” soobin assures while picking up his bike in its ready position. he lets out a cough as he figures out how to say his goodbye.

“see you later, y/n.”

y/n can’t help but laugh a little by how formal his statement was, but returns the favor.

“see you later, soobin.”

they watch the boy as he heads off into the street, fascinated seeing the bike ride like that.

watching the road they can’t help but think about how if they texted those things instead, they’d add their emojis like they always do.

…

please do not translate, modify or repost on other platforms.

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heya dear! mind if i request something angst? thoma and diluc rejecting reader because they think reader deserve better then regret it when they saw reader try to hide her sadness infront of them and found them crying her heart out somewhere few hours later

♡ thoma & diluc rejecting you because they don't feel good enough would include...

: ̗̀➛ thoma:

➸ you and thoma have been friends for as long as you could remember. and you've had a crush on him for quite a while as well.

➸ but you've never told him because even though you were his best friend, he showed no romantic feelings or did anything remotely romantic to you. or others, for that matter.

➸ so you just harbored these feelings for him for years, never even giving so much as a hint that you like him.

➸ but thoma liked you too. loved you, actually. he's been in love with you ever since you helped him make his bento box when you were kids.

➸ something about you just made him feel so safe and so happy. you were the person he could tell everything to. which is why it was so painful to hide his intense feelings for you.

➸ so far only ayaka and ayato knew, and they never showed signs that thoma liked you either. thoma has begged them to never let you know, and they always keep their word.

➸ but there are definitely days when telling thoma how you feel seems right. you just never wanted to take that risk.

➸ until one day when he had a housekeeping class, and all his students were this one friend group of girls.

➸ "wow! thoma you're so strong! one of the handsomest teachers i've ever met." one of the girls said, while the others giggled behind her. thoma just smiled and continued teaching them.

➸ you were having tea with ayato, so you could overhear everything happening in that class.

➸ one of the girls started stroking his arm while he was teaching them how to probably use a duster, and he didn't...do anything. it bothered you, since he usually brushes girls off when he feels uncomfortable.

➸ but this time, he didn't. maybe it was a sign that he was starting to enter the stage of his life where he wanted love. where he wanted companionship.

➸ not that you had the right to be jealous anyway, it's not like you two were together.

➸ you asked ayato if he wanted to go for boba and he quickly agreed. all you wanted to do was stay as far as you could from thoma and his group of fangirls.

➸ when you arrived at the boba shop, ayato clearly noticed how much you were fidgeting and how sad your face looked.

➸ “y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked, growing more concerned. "ah, nothing. it's no big deal." you reply, putting on a smile to try and get him to believe your lie.

➸ he doesn't believe you, obviously. he's annoyingly observant, so he asks you again. "come on. what's wrong, y/n?"

➸ ayato was one of your dearest friends, so you thought it wouldn't be so bad to tell him. and it's not like he would say anything to thoma.

➸ "i may have been...a teensy bit jealous of all the attention thoma was getting from those girls." you say, wincing in embarrassment.

➸ ayato stays quiet for a moment, but eventually says, “i’ve always wanted you and thoma to end up together. it’s so…right.”

➸ you’re a bit taken aback, because ayato has never said anything like this before. but you listen to what he has to say.

➸ “you know that you love someone from how much it hurts to imagine them with someone else. i think you should tell him.” ayato says. your eyes widen, and you feel a little conflicted by this.

➸ “i-in love? where did you get that?” you ask, getting nervous. “i see it in your eyes and facial expressions. you love him.” ayato replies, placing his hand on yours.

➸ you nod, trusting ayato’s judgement fully. he was one of your most trusted friends, besides thoma of course.

➸ it was late in the night, and thoma was up late making some last minute touches to clean up the garden a bit more.

➸ you watched him for a bit, then he finally saw you.

➸ “oh, y/n! i haven’t seen you almost the entire day! i missed you.” he says, walking towards you. you smile, glad to see him again.

➸ you just stare at him, and he just stands awkwardly in front of you, not knowing what’s happening right now.

➸ eventually he waves his hand in front of you and you snap out of your train of thought, getting ready to actually tell him how you feel.

➸ “thoma, i need to tell you something.” you say, and thoma senses the shift in your tone. he walks closer and places his hands on your shoulders. “what’s wrong, y/n?”

➸ you take a deep breath, and say what you need to.

➸ “today when you were with those girls, it made me feel odd. it hurt. and i don’t want to feel that way anymore, i want to feel happy. with you.” you say, closing your eyes to feel more safe.

➸ “i…love you, thoma. not just as a friend, i’m head over heels for you.” you say, the end nearing to a whisper. thoma steps back, removing his hands from your arms.

➸ it’s painfully silent for a while, and thoma starts to take deep breaths.

➸ he knew deep down that he wanted you, too. but he just thought to himself that he couldn't possibly be good enough for someone like you.

➸ "i-i'm sorry y/n. i love you, but just not in the same way. i'm sorry." thoma says, clenching his fists as he tries to keep strong in the situation.

➸ you just nod, and exit the kamisato residence. for weeks on end you avidly avoided thoma, trying your best to stay away from places he would usually be at.

➸ thoma would try to talk to you, but you just dashed away whenever he tried. no words could describe the pain he was feeling. but he thought that he was nothing compared to you.

➸ after a while, you just stay in your house. cutting people off completely. not even attending training with gorou, or going out to eat.

➸ a few days went by and gorou stops by your house to make sure you're okay.

➸ he asks you why you've been gone, but you couldn't tell him the truth. so then offers to take you out for lunch to reboot your system, you agree.

➸ gorou was a dear friend of yours even if he was your leader and mentor. you went out for desserts and gorou bought your favorite treat, while he got the newest cake on the menu.

➸ you started to laugh and smile again, it was nice being with gorou. he always did make you smile.

➸ but while you two were so lost in conversation, you didn't even notice thoma standing just across the pastry shop with ayato. and what he was feeling inside was something he couldn't bare.

➸ it was like he was being eaten inside out. his heart slowly breaking as he gets closer and closer to complete emptiness.

➸ "you know, this isn't their fault." ayato says. "it's not their fault you didn't want to tell them." thoma just continues to stare at you and gorou, wishing he was in his place.

➸ "if i love them, i let them go." thoma says. "and...that's what i'll do."

: ̗̀➛ diluc:

➸ diluc was a quiet man. he kept to himself and rarely talked to other people just for the sake of talking to them.

➸ but he did enjoy talking with you.

➸ you were definitely annoying at first, but it's only because you weren't very good at your job as a beginner bartender.

➸ but eventually diluc warmed up to you, teaching you new drinks every night and helping you bartend when he had the time. he started to enjoy your company.

➸ the customers at angel's share loved you too, you were such an entertaining and kind bartender. you were part of the reason why the tavern was filled with crowds.

➸ and it was that bubbly, happy and outgoing personality that made diluc fall for you.

➸ he hasn't told anyone, because he doesn't quite know why he likes you. but every time he sees you he gets a warm feeling in his chest, and just starts to feel better.

➸ but he has no idea how you feel about it, let alone does he think he has a chance with you in the first place.

➸ but you liked him too. loved him, actually. he may seem cold but he has moments with you whenever you feel sad or anxious or insecure. good company for lunch as well.

➸ what he did that made you fall hard for him was when he planned a small birthday party for you. he even made a special wine just for you, which he only serves to you and for you.

➸ it was very dear to you because it brought back nostalgic memories from your hometown before you moved to mondstadt, and whenever you hung out diluc had one ready for you.

➸ but even with these feelings for him, and how nice he is to you, you don't know whether you should confess these feelings at all.

➸ jean and lisa, (the only people who know about your crush) keep telling you to go out and tell him. he acts very cold towards everyone else except you.

➸ of course that's a clear hint, but it could just be a sign of genuine friendship. i mean, the only friend he has is you. maybe he just doesn't wanna lose it.

➸ but jean and lisa pester you on and on ever since you've told them about your crush.

➸ one day you had enough and put your foot down. "alright, fine! i'll do it today. we have lunch plans." you said, huffing because of how annoyed you were at the two girls.

➸ the two cheered and were very excited for you and diluc to get together. well, you hoped it would end up that way.

➸ it was finally lunch time, and your heart was beating out of your chest.

➸ you had no idea how to even bring this up, so you decided to just be blunt with it. diluc preferred bluntness over small talk, anyway.

➸ "diluc, i have something i need to say." you say, and diluc looks up at you and stops eating. his full attention was on you, another thing you loved about him. so attentive.

➸ you take a deep breath and shout, "i really like you and hope we can become more than friends!" you keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see how diluc's expression could look right now.

➸ but on diluc's side, he was completely in shock. but his heart was beating a mile a minute. a faint blush covered his cheeks, but not too much that anyone could notice.

➸ when you finally opened your eyes, diluc was staring at you.

➸ "listen, y/n. i really love you...but-" once you heard that 'but' you knew that it was a hopeless situation. your eyes start to fill with tears and you run out of the restaurant, just wanting to sink into the floor.

➸ not only did you get your feelings of love rejected, you lost your best friend.

➸ days turned into weeks, and at first you wanted to act unaffected by it. you kept going to work at angel's share, but there was an obvious change.

➸ you and diluc barely talked, you just tried your best to distract yourself with the customers.

➸ as the weeks progressed, diluc stopped working nights at the tavern altogether. you were just alone, for many days and nights. not that you weren't okay with it, it was better than the crushing awkwardness between you and diluc.

➸ one night, you were heading home and you saw diluc out at good hunter's. he was eating alone, but then a woman came up to him.

➸ it was that flower girl, donna. she came up to him with a moon pie, and said something that you couldn't quite hear. diluc smiled at her, and invited her to eat with him.

➸ huh, guess you were just nothing to him. you thought horrible thoughts like this all the way back home, just thinking that he probably meant more to you than you did to him.

➸ when you finally got home, you cried your eyes out. for many reasons, you were just tired of acting okay. it wasn't okay, especially now.

➸ now that you were faced with the fact that diluc didn't really see you as anything special at all.

➸ but oh he did. he really did. the only reason he considered talking to donna that night was because she reminded him of you. but he eventually excused himself and rushed to your house.

➸ when he arrived, the door was left slightly open. you had forgotten to close it fully. he looked inside, and you were by the door. just crying and muttering to yourself.

➸ it took everything in him not to rush in and hug you, kiss you. but he knew that it would make everything worse if you ended up together.

➸ "i can't drag you down. i love you too much to ever give you such a fate."

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obeymefictionwriting · 3 years

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hello! may I suggest hc's about how the brothers would react to MC telling them they like another brother? :) I'm thinking about it more in a friendly way rather than in a angsty way, like "you're one of my best friends, so can I tell you something?.." and maybe wanting advice on if they should act on their crush, if they think the feelings are reciprocated.. :)

Thank you very much!<3

Ohh that's a cute request and I'm happy to finally be back!

Lucifer

He is the best when it comes to listening to you. He RADIATES comfort and attention.

Oh, you like Beel? That's really cute.

He never really doubted that one day, you'd fall for him.

"You know MC, he is probably the best out of us all. When he loves, it's always from the bottom of his heart".

When you leave his room, he'll send you a long text with all Beel's favorite coffee shops and foods so you can surprise him.

He might also hint Beel to be more attentive, especially around you.

Mammon

He LOVES gossiping so when you say "I need to talk to you about someone", he gets E X C I T E D

Maybe you'll tell him something about Lucifer that he will be able to sell. OR EVEN LORD DIAVOLO

"Huh? You fancy Belphie?"

He is somewhat surprised because he thought you'd pick Lucifer or Satan but he is also happy because he really believes Belphie deserves the world.

"Ya know, he has a thing for humans" *wink wink*

Being a good big brother, he'd go right to Belphie and tell him to never be rude or ignorant towards you. And that he deserves your love.

Levithan

He doesn't really like talking about feelings but he loves helping you out so you can tell him anything.

He was sipping on his boba tea when you told him you like Lucifer and naturally, he choked on his drink.

"Oh wow, I always knew you have great taste but wow".

"You know, I think he likes you too but he is too arrogant to admit it. Try taking initiative, he never experienced that".

Levi will be secretly 110% rooting for you because it's like an anime but IRL!

Satan

You two were shopping for books when you confessed your sympathy for his older brother...

"Are you serious, MC?"

"Out of us all... Mammon??"

I mean, he gets you. Mammon is handsome as hell, funny and protective.

But he is also such a....

Never mind. He looks at your glowing eyes and doesn't dare say a word about Mammon's bad traits.

Instead he sighs and says, "Maybe you'll text him and ask him to join us for dinner? Tell him I'm paying".

Asmodeus

Ultimate gay friend (there, I said it)

Of course, you told him the news while he was doing your hair.

"Ahhhh you like our Satan! How cute is that!"

In fact, Asmo really adores Satan and he adores you so he is so happy about you two becoming a couple!

"Want me to set a perfect date for you two? There is a new cat cafe that opened recently!"

Asmo will be 100% supportive and in case Satan ever decides to ignore you, he will turn his destructive mode on.

Beelzebub

Beel does not really understand complex emotions but he understands that you look different.

"MC, you are too excited. Did anything happen?"

"Oh... Levi, huh? Sudden but great! Levi deserves it".

"He never had a partner, you know... All of us did and he was kind of a loner. Oh wait, Mammon didn't have a relationship too. I forgot".

"MC, don't get offended if he does something wrong. I know he likes you a lot but is too nervous to admit it".

Belphegor

So, you woke him up to tell him something "important". It better be really important.

"You like Asmo, huh?"

"Hey, don't be insecure about it! No, even though he has tons of admirers, he doesn't love anybody except you".

Oops he gave away Asmo's secret.

"How do I know? I know what? I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Go and ask Asmo about it and then wake me up again ONLY after you talk to him".

When you leave, he will get back to sleep, smiling.

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 years

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Tsundere Teen Nanami x Chubby Reader

SFW and Smutty headcanons for a tsundere teen Nanami

A/N: heyyyyyyy these headcanons are inspired by this WONDERFUL ask! I made SFW and smutty headcanons for this and they are separated by a lil strawberry banner. I'm giving Nanami a specific age for this bc ik some ppl are uncomfortable with smut made about characters under 18, so i wanted to keep this ambiguous. If you want to headcanon him as his canon age (17), ok, but if you don't then you can headcanon him as 18/19! Yayyyy everybody wins sksksk also this isn't proof read so get ready for some mistakes sksksk

SFW section is gender neutral chubby reader, and the smutty section is fem chubby reader.

I made color coded quotes bc i'm extra so here's the key:

You, Nanami, Haibara, Gojo, Geto, Shoko

SFW Headcanons

OKAY SO

I imagine you're a jujutsu sorcerer student in the same year as Nanami

Yall obviously met during your first year and-

Holy shit did Nanami fall for you hard

Like the moment he saw you in your modest school uniform he felt his heart leap into his throat and he couldn't speak he could only grunt and nod and when he shook your hand he felt like he was dreaming bc jesus christ your hand is so fucking soft and tiny compared to his and he doesnt know wtf to do so he just gives a quick handshake and walks away

You're like ????? but whatever

He's shaking just from touching your hand and you're just confused but then you meet Haibara and hit it off :)

Nanami obvs doesn't realize he likes you so he really struggles dealing with these emotions for a while

Why do i get hot when i look at them? Why is my heart beating so fast? Why do i get so nervous around them?? Am I dying???

Just a big dumb baby who hides his fear with a cold exterior

Tbh you're his first real crush: yea, he's had some feelings for ppl here and there but with you it's more intense and he can't just shake it off like he could with others

So ya boi is strugglin quite a bit sksksk

Has no fucking clue how to approach you

Ends up being super cold and mean bc you and Haibara get along so well and are just so optimistic and happy go lucky all the time and he can't take it

Either scolds you or ignores you entirely bc being around you too long makes him queasy and he doesn't know how to deal with it

Pretty much comes off as an asshole

"We should go get boba after this."

"Yeah! We should get crepes too!"

"Stop playing around. This is a serious mission."

UGH fine whatever Nanami

You and Haibara are just two peas in a pod and Nanami feels like a third wheel when it's the three of you

He's fine with Haibara, but you?

You're just so... so...

UGH

You're so bubbly and chirpy and your chubby cheeks puff out when you get angry and plump up when you smile and when he gets close to you he can smell your sweet shampoo and sometimes when you run up to Haibara he can see your body jiggle with each step and your uniform does nothing to hide the curves and rolls of your body and he has no clue how to process any of this

Nanami is so confused and confides in Haibara with his feelings

"Oh! So you like Y/N?"

"W-What?! No I don't! That's ridiculous, why would you say that?!"

"Well whenever you look at Y/N you've got this dreamy look on your face and you seem really nervous around them and-"

"Th-That's not true! I'm not nervous around Y/N."

"Then why don't you try talking to them and-"

"UGH, nevermind, I'm going to bed."

He'll stomp off to bed all grumpy bc why the hell would his friend say that? What does he know? Haibara doesn't know how he feels so he's just making assumptions that aren't true

But then Nanami can't fall asleep and he's tossing and turning all night and he's so angry why tf can't he just fall asleep

And suddenly he's thinking about you and your sweet smile and your cute chubby cheeks and how they would probably be so soft in his hands and he can't help but wonder if your lips are just as soft-

Oh. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

No, that can't be right, he can't actually have feelings for you, that would be weird

...right?

This realization is terrifying to Nanami like he has a mini panic attack when he realizes he likes you

Ends accepting his feelings but what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

He's not as cold with you after that, but he's still standoffish and doesn't speak to you unless it's necessary

But he has been sneaking glances at you more often

It starts off small, looking over at you during class, watching you lean your face into your hands as you listen to the teacher

Seeing your cute cheeks pushed up and your lips jutted out makes him all hot and he has to look away a second later bc he just can't take it

During missions, he'll watch how your hands move with your weapon, your body curving to avoid curses and suddenly he's getting hit by said curses bc he was too distracted looking at you

He's becoming a mess and he hates it, he hates it, why can't he just be calm around you like with Haibara or his senpais, this is so fucking humiliating

During this whole time, you've been kinda weirded out by Nanami's behavior

Like you catch him looking at you before he quickly looks away and he doesn't really scold you like he used to and he's distant and it's weird

The only conclusion you can come to is that he's disgusted by your body which??? if he is then fuck him bc there is nothing wrong with you and if Nanami has a problem then he can deal with it on his own

Since he and Haibara are best friends and spend most of their time together, you're kind of left out bc you refuse to be around Nanami if he's gonna act like a dick and treat you this way

So what do you do? You go hang out with your senpais!

Gojo, Geto, and Shoko accept you with open arms because??? Jesus christ you are so fucking cute and sweet, you're like their big marshmallow and they adore you

You spend more and more time with them and start drifting away from Nanami and Haibara

Obviously you're still besties with Haibara! You just don't hang out when Nanami is around which is most of the time so you're with the upperclassman like all the time

And this pisses Nanami off

He tells himself that it doesn't bother him bc whatever, you're your own person and you can make your own choices

But he can't ignore the burning in his throat when you run to welcome back Gojo and Geto, giving them hugs and smiling brightly up at the two

He starts paying closer attention, trying to figure out what's so fucking great about the upperclassmen

Seriously, what do they do that's so great? Gojo was a flirt and Geto wasn't that impressive, so why did you get so excited whenever they showed up?

And they're so handsy with you too, like they own you, and it makes Nanami so mad

Gojo won't hesitate to slip his arms around your waist and hug you from behind. Geto often lays his head on your lap and lets you play with his hair while he closes his eyes and has this calm smile on his face. Hell, even Soko can be found squishing your cheeks and cooing about how soft and plump they are

He's never felt this way about anyone before

He wants nothing more then to push his upperclassmen aside and take you in his arms and hold you the way they do

He'd do anything to have you smile at him the way that you smile at those three and Haibara

He's a mess, always fuming when Gojo pops into the common room where you are and invites you to lunch or just drags you off somewhere else

He hates Gojo the most bc he spends the most time with you

Gojo is just so casual about hugging you and holding your hand and pinching your cheeks and squishy your upper arms and it just makes Nanami so MAD

One day he overhears your conversation

"What do you mean you've never been picked up??"

"I just haven't! I'm too big."

"What? That's bullshit, c'mere."

"Sato, wait-"

And suddenly Gojo is wrapping his arms around you and hoisting you over his shoulder, twirling you around in a circle

You're squealing and laughing as he holds onto your legs, twirling round and round as Nanami slows and watches the two of you having a ball

He's so furious with Gojo, but his stomach is fluttering when he sees how excited you are and when he sees your thighs squished against Gojo's arms-

He makes eye contact with Gojo, blushes and then runs off like he wasn't just watching his senpai practically flirt with you

He sees red when Gojo blows a raspberry on your cheek one day, practically kissing you as he blew against your skin and made you giggle so sweetly that Nanami could've died and gone to heaven

He's never wanted to punch somebody more in his entire life

He becomes even angrier when Gojo confronts him about it

"Hey Nanamin! How's it going?"

He won't respond, too angry to speak

"Ahh, are you mad about somethin? Is it because Y/N won't hang out with you?"

His blush makes Gojo laugh, and Nanami just gets angrier

"I have to go-"

"Waitwaitwait, hold on, I didn't come here to piss ya off!" His arm drapes over Nanami's shoulder and he leans in close. "The year 2 students are going on a trip to the beach tomorrow, and we were gonna invite the year 1 students too!"

"I'm not interested-"

"Haibara and Y/N already said they would go," Nanami freezes, body going stiff, "and Y/N's swimsuit is pretty cute..."

There's a long pause between the two.

"...fine."

"Alright! We leave at 8am!"

The beach is beautiful and Nanami is happy to be there, but he can't enjoy himself, not when you're splashing around in the water in the most adorable bathing suit he's ever seen

But, of course, you're splashing around with Gojo and laughing and playing in the water without a care in the world and he is seething under his beach umbrella

He wishes he had the guts to go out and play around with you, but you're showing so much skin and he can barely look at you let alone get close enough to you to splash you with water

Geto sees him sulking and goes to check on him

"Something wrong, Nanami?"

Nanami shrugs, stealing a glance at you, flushing at your bright smile before burying his face into his knees

Geto is a smart boy and catches on quick

"Ah... you've got a crush on them, right?"

"No, I don't."

C'mon Nanami we know you like Y/N just admit it and ask them out

"I see..." He sits down next to Nanami. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"C'mon, Nanami. It's kinda obvious that you like them."

"Please stop talking-"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Y/N is a nice person. Of all the people to fall for, they're the best."

Nanami glares at Geto from the corner of his eye, and his senpai notices it and smiles.

"You can hide your true feelings behind dirty looks as long as you want, Nanami-kun, but it'll never make you happy."

Geto leaves after that, and Nanami has a lot of thinking to do

He stays under his beach umbrella all day reading a book, stealing glances of you and blushing before going back to reading

It's a v frustrating day and it doesn't get better when Gojo suggests going out for ice cream

He drags everyone along to a local ice cream shop

You get a vanilla cone and lo and behold just a few minutes later it drips down onto your chest and you wipe it off casually and lick it off your fingers and Nanami turns so red that ppl get concerned

"Nanami-kun, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Did you get a sunburn?"

"N-no, it's nothing, I'm fine, just a little hot."

Gojo knows exactly whats up and decides to push Nanami's buttons more

"You're so messy, Y/N! You gotta be more careful~"

AND THEN GOJO WIPES UP A LITTLE BIT OF ICE CREAM LEFT ON YOUR CHEST AND LICKS IT OFF HIS FINGERS AND NANAMI WANTS TO FUCKING SCREAM

Nanami goes back to his room at the end of the day completely devastated, just so frustrated and upset and angry and distraught

He literally screams into his pillows and kicks at his bed like a fucking toddler

He just! Doesn't know how to handle his emotions! He's literally never felt this way before and it makes him so angry and he's so lost

What he does know is that he needs to grow some balls and tell you how he feels already because he can't stand seeing Gojo flirt with you 24/7

You're too soft and sweet for someone like Gojo, and Nanami just wants to hold you and protect you and-

Yeah, he needs to confess to you. If he doesn't, he's gonna give himself an aneurysm

SMUTTY

Nanami's feels guilty admitting this, but his thoughts for you have never been completely pure

He's always found you attractive, but obviously he didn't understand these feelings at first

He thought the boiling feeling in his gut when he heard you laughing with Haibara was anger, but he later realized that it was arousal

AND THAT WAS A WHOLE NOTHER CAN O' WORMS TO DEAL WITH

He tried to ignore his sexual feelings towards you at first bc it didn't feel appropriate but let's be honest he just didn't know how to handle these feelings towards you

The night he realizes that he likes you, he's finally able to acknowledge his sexual attraction towards you, and suddenly something in him snaps

He starts thinking about your body and how your uniform squishes into you

Your breasts and belly strain against your shirt, your hips and ass pressed firmly against the top of your skirt, your legs barely contained by the black tights that you wore

His face burns when he feels his cock start to throb, growing and aching in his pajamas

He's never had a problem with being sexually aroused before--in the past, if he was ever horny, it was usually just biological and wasn't caused by anything in particular

But now there was you

You with your pretty eyes and gorgeous hair and plump lips that look so soft and delicious and he can't help but imagine grabbing you, pulling your plush body to his and kissing you hard-

Shit.

He's not going to be able to sleep until he takes care of this, so he pushes down his pants and underwear, hissing as he grabs his cock

He tries to just focus on the feeling, to ignore the reason he has a hard on in the first place, but he can't stop his thoughts from drifting off towards you

He hates himself for it, but he starts thinking about your body in detail, imagining what you would look like naked

He imagines that your breasts have stretch marks littered all over them, spreading over your tummy and thighs

He wishes he could trace them, count how many there are, maybe he lick over them as he stares up at your pretty face

God, your face

You really were the prettiest person he had ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than for you to smile in his direction, your eyes sparkling as you skipped towards him for a hug when he gets back from a mission

He groans, moving his hand faster as he thinks about you undressing in front of him, shimmying out of your uniform and letting him see you clearly

He thinks about squeezing the pudgy bits of your body, kissing and biting them as he brings you closer to him

He's sure that you're a virgin, you're too pure not to be, and the thought of being the first to touch you makes him shudder

I imagine he's still a virgin at this point: he's just never gotten around to having sex because he's too busy

But he's suddenly grateful that he is a virgin because then he can imagine the two of you sharing your first time together, fumbling in the dark under your covers

He turns over in bed, moving onto his stomach so he can grind his cock into his bed, groaning into his pillow

It isn't enough, so Nanami pushes his pillow down to his hips and starts thrusting into it, eyes squeezing shut as he imagines that it's you under him instead, your body warm and soft beneath him

He's moaning softly and grunting as he pushes his head into the bed, wishing that he could be in your cunt instead, hearing you whimper and moan for him

The thought of your fucked out face--hooded eyes crossed slightly and filled with tears, mouth open wide as you cried out for him, his name spilling from your perfect lips--pushes him over the edge, cum spurting out over his sheets

He keeps grinding his hips into the pillow, whining softly as he mutters your name over and over, eventually falling to the bed and panting

He catches his breath and comes down from his high, groaning and immediately regretting getting off like that

His pillowcase, sheets, and pajamas are covered in cum and he's so aggravated and annoyed with himself

He takes everything off and goes back to bed, slightly uncomfortable with his different sleeping situation

He's even more nervous around you after that

He knows it's not possible, but he's sure that you know he jerked off to the thought of you and he is drowning in shame

Does he stop jerking off and thinking about you the entire time?

No, but he doesn't feel good about it sksksk

He starts masturbating more consistently, at least a couple times a week

He doesn't really want to, but every time he sees you he gets flushed and starts thinking dirty thoughts and he ultimately has to take care of his frustrations late at night

He'll either lie on his back and fuck up into his fist, imagining your pretty body bouncing on his cock, or he'll rut into a spare pillow he found, thinking about thrusting into your sweet cunt over and over as you cry beneath him

Seeing Gojo flirt with you just pisses him off and makes him more aggressive when he masturbates

He imagines fucking you harder, biting and sucking marks onto your skin so that Gojo would realize that you're taken and he had no right to touch you

He knows that you don't belong to him, but he can't help but feel possessive when he sees the upperclassmen touch you so casually

He hates when Gojo invites you all to the beach bc he knows that Gojo has something planned bc he always does

So when he sees you in that revealing two piece suit, splashing around in the water, your body bouncing every time the waves his you, he feels like he's been blessed

Part of the reason why he stayed seated the whole day was because he had a raging hard on for most of the time

The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like that and think he was a pervert

And then when you went for ice cream and some of it spilled onto your breasts?

He was sure he would cum just from the sight

His arousal faded when Gojo scooped up the last of the ice cream from your chest and licked it off his fingers

He was enraged, his instincts screaming at him to beat the shit out of his upperclassman for putting his hands on you like that

Nanami was glad that you thought it was an innocent action, but he knew what Gojo was doing and it pissed him off

He was pouty the whole way home, going to his room immediately while the others went to the common room

He slammed the door behind him, kicking the foot of his bed before flopping down onto it, groaning angrily into his pillow

His anger soon turned into arousal once he thought back on you in your skimpy bathing suit and the white cream that had fallen on your chest

Damn it

He's hard and so of course he starts jerking off to relieve some stress

He imagines you in front of him, on your knees, adorable doe eyes looking up at him innocently

He'd cup your soft cheeks, guiding you towards his cock

You may be innocent and naive, but you would understand what he wanted, parting your pretty plump lips and wrapping them around the head of his cock

He was groaning a bit louder, knowing that the rest of the students were hanging out in the common rooms. No one would be back here for hours, so he could relax a bit

Your mouth would be so hot around him, drool spilling past your lips as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock

You'd be so good for him, so sweet, so perfect, so wonderful-

The thought of cumming on your breasts sends him over the edge, your name spilling from his lips a bit louder than he intended

He'd slump to his bed, beyond frustrated that he couldn't just confess to you already, hating that he was such a wimp and couldn't-

A soft knock at his door made him jolt, sitting upright in bed

"Wh-Who is it?"

"Uh... it's me, Y/N..."

Nanami would freeze, unsure of what to do

He'd get up a moment later, cautiously walking to his door and opening it

Shit, you were still in your swimsuit, a see through shawl wrapped around you

"What is it?"

"Um, Sato said that you needed to see me... so i came by to see what you wanted."

God damn you, Gojo

"I don't need anything. He was mistaken."

You nodded slightly, fiddling with your fingers as you looked around.

"I... um, I-I heard you say my name..."

Shit

"I-I didn't-"

"Were you thinking about me while you jerked off?"

Nanami flushed, gripping the door handle tightly

"How did..."

"You've got cum on your chest."

He looks down at his chest, blushing when he sees that yes, there was a bit of cum that was strewn across his abdomen

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"I didn't think you liked me..."

Nanami's eyes flick towards you and his cock comes to life again

Your arms are squished together, making your breasts press against each other, and you thighs are rubbing up on one another

He isn't sure if he'll ever get another opportunity like this again

"Can... can I show you how much I like you?"

He swallows hard when you bite your lip, looking up at him

"...Sure."

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