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like we were eighteen || kdy

Pairing: Doyoung x fem!reader (ft. a whole bunch of SM artists)

Synopsis: Upon your best friend’s insistence, you attend prom for a second time. Much to your surprise, you enjoy it more than either of you were expecting because of a certain someone you wished you met sooner.

Alternatively: A surprisingly unforgettable night that made Kim Doyoung feel like he was eighteen again: Unsure, giddy, and nervous because of a mere crush. Maybe he’ll listen to Yuta for once and slide into your DM’s

Genre: Fluff, crack, the slightest bit of angst, best friend!Seulgi, (almost) complete loser!Doyoung, law firm intern!Doyoung, former tennis player!reader, references Adele's When We Were Young

Warnings: Implied alcohol use, profanity, unedited(!!!)

WC: ~5.4k (HELP-)

A/N: This is like the SM Halloween Party, but SM is a high school, LSM is the retired principal, and this is a cheap (second) prom-themed reunion.

TBH, I'm kind of nervous about releasing this. It doesn't feel like my best work especially in the sense that this "drabble" was never intended to be this long 💀 My fingers just typed and then we ended up here 😅 Some way, some how, the way I write the designated member ends up some version of a Renjun I have in my head that I end up projecting onto everyone else 😭 That said, I'm working on better portraying each member of NCT (I'm still new to this!) so please bare with me :') I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

You wouldn’t have been here, unless your best friend, Seulgi, hadn’t dragged you out.

Contrary to the beliefs of most people, high school was not the best four years of your life (thankfully). You didn’t have an amazing, close-knit group of friends that helped solve a murder mystery of a girl you remotely knew. You didn’t have a band that you’d rock with every afternoon. There was no cliche, fake-dating, bad-boy-pursues-”good”-girl (were you even?) escapade with the captain of the basketball team, Jung Jaehyun. You didn’t have some sort of self-actualization where you discovered your purpose in this world and the meaning of life when you graduated.

You were a “floater” – someone with a friend from this group, a friend from that group. You ate lunch in the library by yourself just trying to catch up on the next history reading or finishing the geometry homework – sometimes, Seulgi would join if she wasn’t busy with the volleyball team. You had a fair amount of crushes, but nothing that moved beyond the stage of “admiring from afar.” Besides, the only boy worthy of your time, Choi Minho, had graduated by the time you were a second year student.

(He didn’t even know your name.)

High school by quickly, but slowly. The four years passed by in a flash: one minute you were a freshman with oily skin rushing through the halls with a map of the school in your hands and the when you blinked, you were suddenly in the auditorium draped in a black graduation gown with an pink tassle bouncing off your face everytime you got up from your chair. Nonetheless, the days were long. Seven, fifty-minute classes filled up your 7AM to 3PM. You’d remember sitting in Mr. Kwon’s physics class just counting the number of ticks of the minute hand as it neared the 12PM bell for lunch. Your lungs burned for air during the mile run in gym class – four rounds around the track felt like an eternity despite the teacher calling out a time of eight minutes. The nights at home never seemed to end when you had a literature essay due the next day.

That said, you think you could say most people could relate to that experience. Despite the “real” and “true” experiences of teens, Hollywood wanted to share with the world, high school was bland and unmemorable. Despite the fact, most, if not all, of your graduating class was back in the humid and cramped school gym tonight.

Perhaps there were the few individuals who did have that close knit of friends who they wanted to reunite with.

Or perhaps, it was merely for the purpose of satisfying one’s curiosity of what happened to everyone.

Did Jaehyun end up in the NBA like everyone thought he would?

Did the high school sweethearts, Sooyoung and Hyoseob, get married like everyone voted in the yearbook?

Did Dong Sicheng become a doctor like your teachers predicted?

That’s why Seulgi came.

The theme of the reunion was to recreate prom: “a starry night.”

Standing at the front entrance taking it all end, despite the ten years that have passed, not much had changed about the place. The floors were still scuffed and scratched, if not more, the wax leaving the tan hardwood exposed to further damage underneath. The net of the basketball hoop that used to have a giant hole in it was finally ripped off. The bleachers that had been pulled out were still painted the dull blue.

The decorations that tried to hide it all were tacky at best. The lights were turned off, the gym only being lit by the several feet of fairy lights that lined the walls and the lit pathways to the larger “dance floor” that was surrounded by balloons. There was a yellow, cardboard crescent moon that hung from the metal beams in the back. A table of refreshments with a royal blue drape stood off to the side. There was a photo wall just outside the east exit – then again, it was just a white curtain with some fake cherry blossoms from the fabric store and a few cheap oversized sunglasses and crowns. Though you didn’t particularly enjoy it, the makeshift bar that overtook where the concession stand used to be seemed to be the best attraction tonight – rumors had Jungwoo, who now owned some fancy brewery in uptown, had graciously volunteered to provide alcohol.

It was laughable – honestly. You had hoped how tacky some of these decorations were, the “starry night” theme was an intentional decision.

A shot at satire.

“Okay!” you heard Seulgi’s heels click against the floor behind you, coming back from the bathroom. She came up to your side and linked arms. “Sorry for making you wait – there was a line.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, putting on your best fake smile for her.

Frankly, just standing at the entrance and taking all of this in only reminded you how much you didn’t miss high school.

Seulgi could tell from the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. She tugged you closer and reassured you, “It’ll be good, I promise.”

You only shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and started leading you inside. The rhythmic snare of the electronic house music grew louder, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. Eyes passed over the two of you as you entered, a few waves being thrown your way because people knew Seulgi. People were huddled away in groups, bouts of laughter bubbling above the music.

Seulgi leaned closer to you and whispered. “Cheer up a little? You never know who you’ll meet again.”

. . . .

“The invitation said ‘dress to impress’, which usually means semi-formal or formal,” Taeyong explained. He scanned Doyoung’s outfit: distressed dark-washed jeans paired with a white t-shirt and his favorite worn black leather jacket thrown over it. Taeyong pressed his lips together in an effort to keep himself from laughing out loud at his friend’s outfit. “Unless,” he cleared his throat, “That’s how you dress to impress.”

“For the last time, please! I thought it was a casual get-together!” Doyoung retorted. “I missed the memo about this being a formal event.”

“C’mon, Doyoung,” Yuta snorted. He shoved his hand into the pocket of his slacks, tipping his drink towards the other man, “The theme was a “starry night prom” – what in the world made you think it’d be casual? You’re about to finish law school. I thought you were smarter than that.”

Doyoung let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his dark locks, undoing the hold of some of the gel. A strand fell across his eyes as he hung his head forward. Sometimes, he wondered how and why he became friends with these two in the first place.

“Whatever,” Doyoung grumbled, “I’m already here – I’m not just going to drive an hour back to the city just to change. We’ll just . . . be normal, try to enjoy ourselves. We’re all adults now anyways, no one gives a damn.”

Yuta raised his hands up by his face in surrender. “Okay, okay, fine.”

“Thank you,” Doyoung huffed, pulling at the hem of his jacket. He flexed his back, opting to settle onto the corner of the bottom bleacher. He busied himself with his SmartWatch, crinkling his brows and swiping at the screen, pretending there was some interesting message on there or something.

(Or something.)

Truth be told, Doyoung didn’t want to come to this stupid reunion in the first place. It’s why he didn’t pay attention to the invitation when he got it in the mail. It’s why he tossed it in the recycling the day after. He didn’t hate high school for he met some of his best friends here.

Genuinely, he had a good time.

Doyoung liked to think he was a fairly average student. Someone who didn’t quite stand out amidst the crowd. He played basketball, but never a star player. He did well enough to get on the honor roll in school, but wasn’t one of the valedictorians. He had a group of friends who were fairly well known among his peers, but never one that people paid attention to like Yuta or Jaehyun.

And he liked it that way.

As they graduated and entered college, then professional school and/or the workforce, Doyoung realized how much he enjoyed leading a quiet life and keeping to himself. He gets enough drama from hearing about Yuta’s monthly flings or the nepotism at Taeyong’s office.

Though the past certainly wasn’t remarkable or perfect, he didn’t like to dwell in it, including high school. He was forward minded – working hard on his law degree and dabbled lightheartedly in various hobbies: photography, painting, singing on the rare occasions he could go out.

Doyoung simply . . . didn’t care enough to want to come to this reunion.

His Achilles heel, however, will always be his two best friends, Taeyong and Yuta, who did want to come to their second starry night prom.

Yuta had his own intentions of reigniting old flames, though Taeyong merely wanted to drink and to meet up with his old basketball team. The latter was happily engaged after all.

Doyoung was merely manipulated and dragged along. Though it was nice to see some people again, he had better things to do at home. His mind was just racing with all the tasks and documents he could be reviewing and completing. Alternatively, if he was feeling lazy and just wanted to have fun, there were movies to watch and places to see.

His ideal Friday night was certainly not being trapped in the claustrophobic gym for second prom on-a-budget.

(He found it strange, however. Most of his classmates were working adults now, right? Shouldn’t they have had more money to afford something more extravagant? And hire a real DJ instead of Johnny?)

Feedback poured through the speakers followed by the sound of two pats. The beat of the previous song started to fade and the said DJ’s voice followed.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” Johnny started, “I think it’s time we slow it down,” He flicked a few buttons on his soundboard to switch out the track, letting a softer melody start to grow. The air filled with the sound of piano keys, soft guitar chords plucking in the background.

“Grab yourself your partner who none of us has ever met and you met them after high school,” a round of chuckles spread throughout the gym, “Or perhaps someone who you never had the guts to tell them you liked them when we were in high school?”

Everybody loves the things you do. From the way you talk, to the way you move.

“We’re throwing it back to our angst days – Adele, ‘When We Were Young.’”

Johnny backed away from the might and twisted a knob slowly to turn up the volume of the somber song. Couples, hand-in-hand, started breaking off from larger groups or descended down the bleacher stairs to join the dance floor. There were a few who Doyoung recognized, mildly surprised that some high school sweethearts do indeed last (Jaehyun and Emmy not being one of them – not to anyone’s surprise).

“Damn,” Taeyong nodded approvingly. A grin spread across his face. “Johnny coming through with the nostalgia.”

He was quick to excuse himself to find his fiance afterwards, leaving Doyoung alone with Yuta.

“You gonna ask anyone to dance?” Yuta asked, though his attention wasn’t on his friend. His eyes scanned through the sidelines, looking for a lonely sole to prey on.

“Nah,” Doyoung sighed, “I don’t think so.”

Yuta’s eyes landed on someone on the other side of the dance floor, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand swung over, holding his drink in front of Doyoung’s face, signaling for his friend to hold it.

“Well, if you excuse me then, I think I’m gonna shoot my shot,” Yuta tilted his chin up.

“Who are you talking about?” Doyoung asked, squinting into the crowd. He pulled the plastic cup filled with pink liquid from his friend’s hand.

“Hina,” Yuta looked down at his friend.

Doyoung zeroed in on the black-haired beauty in the navy blue slip mini dress. He snickered – some things just don’t change and that included Yuta’s type.

“You sure she isn’t married yet, man?” Doyoung asked.

“I don’t see a ring on her finger.”

“You can’t see shit from here.”

Yuta shot him a playful wink, already starting to walk backwards. “Pray for me that she’s not then?”

“No, gross,” Doyoung chortled. “Good luck though!”

As Yuta disappeared into the crowd, Doyoung let his eyes wander to see who was left. By no means he did expect everyone to be dancing, but he always found it interesting who remained during these more soft and romantic moments.

If he could, he would’ve gone home already, but he was DD for his friends tonight, and people watching wasn’t the worst thing.

It could be the most fun actually at a party like this.

His eyes didn’t linger for long, however, as they landed on you, sitting a few feet away with your legs crossed. You were hard to miss – the white dress you wore stood out in the dark. squinting , he could make out a bored expression on your face, something that Doyoung thought he probably looked like too.

He knew you and you knew him.

But that was the extent of your relationship. He remembers you from the few classes you shared throughout and he heard of you peripherally through Taeyong who was friends with Seulgi. A friend of a friend of a friend is the closest he was to you. Nonetheless, you weren't hard to miss – Doyoung remembered you always sat in the front, even if there weren't assigned seats. If your face wasn’t familiar, the back of your head certainly was.

Did he even bother to say hi in that case?

However, it seemed like you had the answer for him already.

“Doyoung, right?” you called. You were standing a few feet away from him with your hands clasped together in front of you. “Kim Doyoung?”

He peered up at you, blinking owlishly as he paused to process the current situation.

“R-right. Right!” Doyoung chuckled, trying to save himself. “Kim Doyoung – that’s me.”

You gave him a small wave. “I . . . um, I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m–”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he finished for you. “From freshman geography, sophomore history and literature, and senior year chemistry, calculus, and PE.” He peered up at you, the right corner of his lip curling up into a friendly smile. “Of course, I remember you.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, letting your chin dip into your chest. “I just wasn’t sure since we didn’t talk much.”

Doyoung nodded. “That’s understandable.”

Unbeknownst to you, your own face was reflecting a similar bashful smile.

Doyoung waited patiently, half-expecting you to leave. Again, you didn’t run in the same circles – maybe you were only greeting him out of courtesy.

Yet, there was something about you tonight that made him wish you’d stay a minute longer.

Just long enough so he could figure out what this feeling was.

A beat passed between the two of you, only Adele’s voice filling the distance between the two of you. The song was already drawing to a close, the instrumentals coming down and her voice flipping down into a softer note.

“How are you?” you finally asked, feigning confidence to hide the shake in your voice.

You could have just left after saying ‘hello’ – heck, you were planning on it.

It was just like a movie.

“Good,” Doyoung replied.

It was just like a song.

Doyoung might not have known it at the time, but you also felt the same: anxious and eager to pull away to clear your nerves, but not quite ready to leave. You wanted to linger a little longer and you hoped he would let you.

When we were young.

“Um . . .” you shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, “This is gonna sound ridiculous, but do you want to . . .” you pointed your thumb back at Jungwoo’s makeshift bar. “Maybe grab a drink?”

“I would really like that.”

Maybe Seulgi was right.

You never knew who you were going to meet again.

. . . .

30 minutes earlier

“You should go talk to him!” Seulgi had urged you. She jostled your arm urgently.

“Doyoung?” you frowned. “I don’t even know if he remembers me.”

“Why wouldn’t he? And who wouldn’t?” Seulgi replied.

You shook your head, pulling your best friend off your arm. “Why do you even want me to?”

She gave you an incredulous look, scoffing a little. “Weren’t you just complaining yesterday about not liking anyone from the city and you were going to live with me forever and die alone?”

“I was in a mood,” you defended.

“He’s cute and I think you’d look good together,” she smiled innocently.

“Seulgi,” you deadpanned.

“Hey,” she pointed at you, “You never know where it would go – plus, he’s nice.”

“That’s so . . . bare minimum.”

“I know him peripherally – the few times I hung out with Taeyong and we had projects together,” Seulgi explained, “He is actually nice-nice and he works hard. Non-problematic and drama-free like you like them.”

“People change,” you shot back.

“Look,” Seulgi rolled her eyes. She was tired of this game of seesaw with you. “If you don’t try at least a little bit – no one’s going magically fall into your lap. Even if I just know him a little bit, I get good vibes from him.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If it doesn’t work out tonight, you never have to see him again and I won’t drag you to the next one.”

. . . .

Doyoung didn’t turn out half bad.

Okay . . .

He was great.

Wonderful – almost.

(You had to cut yourself a little bit of pride.)

After getting over the awkward hump of getting reacquainted with one another, you surprisingly felt comfortable around him. He was easy to talk to – good at holding a conversation. Rather than rambling about himself, he followed up on your comments with questions asking you to elaborate. If you didn’t want to delve too deep, he’d understand and start on another topic.

You had learned that the both of you had both moved to the city – or it seemed most of your friend group had. He lived on his own on the north end, while you stayed on the westside with Seulgi. Though he refused the idea as a kid, he ended up spending the majority of the last eight years of his life buried in law school like his mother wanted. He was finishing up his last year, interning at an international law firm. He was grateful for Taeyong and Yuta who had stayed by himself throughout it all, bringing the sparks of spontaneity and fun that made for good stories to balance out the rigorous coursework.

You liked him. He was down-to-earth and there was a calming presence about him. Unintentionally, he was funny too, you found it endearing. He was clumsy - tripped over his own feet and leading you in the wrong direction to the science hallways to show you where his old locker was when it was on the other side of the school.

Ironically, he made you feel giddy - it's like the butterflies you got in middle school when your crushed said 'hello' to you for the first time. Usually an unpleasant and nerve-wracking feeling, however, you . . . kind of liked it?

You could decide that much now.

Doyoung and you stood next to each other on the side, overseeing the blue and white tennis courts. The two of you, not much of the drinker nor dancer, had opted to wander around the school and talk instead, the conversation spanning anywhere from your lives now to memories associated with each stop. It was as if your feet had communicated and led you both out here. As bland as high school was, the courts held a special spot in your memories.

The early spring night was still chilly. The soft breeze raised goosebumps along your bare shoulder and rustled through your hair. The sky was clear, but a strange shade of deep purple and navy blue. A few stars were speckled across the sky and the real moon shone like a light at the end of a tunnel from afar – it wasn’t anything special per se, but it was pretty, unlike the tacky one inside.

“Do you still play?” Doyoung asked, turning to you. He caught how your arms were crossed over your body, rubbing away the bumps on your arm.

You shook your head. “Tennis requires two people and no one else around me really likes to play. I stopped somewhere in college.”

Silence, then a beat.

“I’ll be your partner if you want to play again,” Doyoung said casually.

That caught you off-guard.

“Oh,” you said softly, “Um . . . thanks – I’ll think about it.”

“No seriously,” Doyoung insisted. “I like trying out different sports – I might not be as good as you, but someone’s better than no one right?”

Was he . . . flirting with you? If you remembered right, Doyoung didn’t play sports really – that was more Yuta’s thing. It was a strange offer.

You turned to look at him to see if something suggested otherwise.

He looked unfazed by his own words – like he didn’t know that what he just said made your heart jump a little. His face was serious, not even the slightest hint of that nervous smile dancing on his lips when you first said ‘hello.’

He probably didn't realize it, so you pretended to brush off the excitement and opted for a more equally neutral reply.

“I’ll consider it,” was all you replied.

“I mean it.”

Yeah . . . he didn't. The insistence wasn't playful, but rather earnest - it wasn't creepy whatsoever though. It was . . . endearing. You held back your laughter and cleared your throat.

“I don’t doubt it.”

As you turned away, another breeze blew by, causing you to shiver.

Doyoung made a brisk ‘tsk’ and began shrugging off his jacket. Before you could protest, the garment was already hanging around your shoulders. The ghost of his body heat wrapped around your body, the goosebumps disappearing and warming you immediately.

“Don’t try giving it back,” Doyoung said before you could protest.

“Aren’t you cold though?” you asked, clutching onto the collar.

Doyoung hummed softly and shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not too bad.”

However, the way he was quick to wrap his hand around his waist at another whip of a wind suggested something different.

You chortled, slipping the jacket off your body to give it back to him.

“Nuh-uh,” Doyoung shoved it back into your chest. “Keep it – I’m fine.”

“But –”

“It’ll give me a reason to come back and talk to you at the end of the night,” he huffed. He turned around so you couldn’t see how his cheeks were burning bright pink.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself cringe at what he said. He’s not sure if he wanted to see your reaction right now either. Doyoung still struggled to read you after spending the past few hours with you.

“Let’s go back inside," he pressed on, "Um, I think I hear Taeyong calling for me.”

. . . .

As reluctant as the both of you were to come to this reunion, you both were as reluctant to leave. Your friends had dragged you here and were now struggling to drag you back home. Seulgi, Taeyong and his fiance, and Yuta leaned against the latter’s car, arms crossed over their chest, a bored expression settling onto their face as they watched you and Doyoung from afar.

“How much long do you think they’ll take?” Taeyong asked.

“Five minutes?” Seulgi offered, though she wasn’t so sure.

“Yah!” Yuta shouted from across the parking lot.

You and Doyoung looked over.

Yuta waved his arms wildly. “Just hurry up and kiss!” he tapped aggressively at his watch. “We don’t have all night!”

Doyoung sucked in a sharp breath, raising an arm in a punching motion.

“You know, I kind of regret encouraging her to talk to him,” Seulgi commented.

Taeyong and Yuta looked over at the girl. She could feel their critical, but shocked eyes on her.

“What?” she asked.

“Doyoung didn’t approach her first?” Yuta asked.

Seulgi shook her head. “No.”

“Wow,” Taeyong snorted, “And here I was, thinking he had game.”

. . . .

“Sorry,” Doyoung said, turning his attention back to you. “Yuta’s not very patient.”

“It’s okay,” you nodded, teetering on the heel of your feet. You clapped your hands together and looked up at him. “Um, I guess . . . this is it, then?”

He nodded slowly, though he could already feel the disappointment growing in his chest. “I guess.”

Did you not want to see him again after this?

Was this really going to be it for you and him?

Did he do something wrong to push you away?

“I . . . had a surprisingly good time,” you continued slowly. You peered at him through your lashes with wide eyes. “Thanks to you.”

A hand flew to the back of his neck, while he let out a nervous chuckle. Doyoung waved you off. “Please – it was nothing, just . . . trying to pass time and make the most of it,” he blinked owlishly a few times before realizing how wrong that sounded coming out of his mouth. “I mean, no, like, I had a good time too. I-I just . . . wasn’t trying to do anything special or hit on you, not like I was just using you or you were boring – nothing like that!”

“I know,” you chuckled. “I’ll . . . see you around?”

“Uh . . . yeah?” Doyoung offered, confused.

How? The two of you had lived in the same city for the past three years and hadn’t bumped into each other once.

You smiled softly and offered him a hand. Doyoung’s eyes flickered from it to your face and back again.

“It was nice seeing you again, Doyoung – and,” you tilted your head coyly to the side,”Actually talk to you. You’re not too bad.”

“Likewise,” he replied, grabbing onto your hand. He gave you a firm squeeze, but rather than letting go right away, he just . . . held on.

“Best of luck in your last year of school.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, offering you an awkward smile.

“Um,” you chuckled, tugging away your hand to no avail. “If you could . . . let go.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Doyoung shook his head and pulled away. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“Bye, Doyoung.”

And then you were gone.

Your heels clicked against the dark asphalt as you descended off the curb into the parking lot, making your way to a red Toyota Corolla that he presumed was either yours or Seulgi. He watched you eagerly, a part of him wishing you’d turn around and wave, spare him one last glance – even the slightest turn of your head.

Just anything that would indicate that maybe he was lingering on your mind like you were on his.

Much to his dismay, you only waved Seulgi over.

Just as you opened the door to the passenger side and were about to climb in, Doyoung took off in a run, bolting towards you.

“W-wait!” he cried, garnering the attention of not only his friends and you, but all the other guests in the parking lot too.

Doyoung didn’t like attention, but right now, he didn’t care. He just needed to talk to you

You paused, one foot in the car, one still out on the pavement.

He came to a halt a few feet away, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. You waited patiently, giving him a moment to even his breathing. Out of the corner of your eye, you could make out Seulgi eavesdropping on the confrontation. His friends were snickering from the distance – Yuta especially with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I, um,” Doyoung stood up tall. He lifted his gaze to look at you. “D-do you think, maybe, I could . . . we could see each other again?”

You didn’t reply right away. You were stoic and each second passed felt like a beat closer to doomsday. He knew the worst that could happen was that you said ‘no’ and he would never have to see you again. Nonetheless, he didn’t wish for such a thing and the disappointment would eat at him for the next few days.

The question of “what if” was a powerful one.

“I’m still looking for a partner for tennis, so I don’t see why not,” you finally replied. A soft, playful smile danced on your lips.

It was . . . very pretty. He wondered why he didn’t notice earlier.

Immediately, his demeanor brightened. A grin stretched across his face at your reply. His hands fumbled around as he tried to find his phone in one of his many pockets, slipping in and out of the front and back. He shoved them in slits of his leather jacket too and came up with nothing.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

Doyoung has never lost his phone before – why now?

“I, um,” he showed you his empty hands. “I don’t know where my phone went, but if I could, I would love to get your number somehow?”

You dipped your chin to your chest, a girlish chuckle falling from your lips at his clumsy demeanor.

“I don’t have a pen to write it on your palm,” you told him.

“Oh,” he said softly. Asking himself more than you, he muttered, “What will we do?”

“But um . . . you have Instagram, right?” you asked, a new idea forming.

You always seemed to be a step in front of him.

“Yeah,” Doyoung nodded, though still confused.

“Well, Kim Doyoung,” you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from grinning too widely, “This is me giving you permission to slip into my DMs.”

Doyoung thought he stopped breathing for a minute.

The flirt was so . . . blatant. Not that you couldn’t, but he wasn’t prepared for it nor was he expecting it from you.

“What’s your at?” Doyoung asked.

At that moment, you slipped into the passenger seat. You left the door open a crack and called out to him, “Ask Suh! He follows me on Instagram!”

The door slammed shut and Seulgi had already started backing out.

You were friends with Johnny?

. . . .

1 week, 2 days, 3 hours, and 12 minutes later

[k_dy]: Hey!

[k_dy]: I found my phone 🙂

[k_dy]: It fell out of my pocket in between the cracks of Yuta’s car 💀

[k_dy]: Sliding into you DM’s liked you asked:)))))

[k_dy]: hehehe

[k_dy]: oh wait um –

[k_dy]: 127-07-1218

[k_dy]: call me ;)

[k_dy]: pls 🙏

Yuta snorted at the string of messages and looked up at his friend sitting across the wooden table. Doyoung was stiff, sitting tall in his seat at the cafe. The Iced Americano in front of him had hardly been touched. Doyoung had asked Yuta to meet up to go over his messages – he was worried he messed up because he messaged you this morning with no response. Yuta didn’t have the best dating history, so it was hard to call him an ‘expert’, but he definitely knew how to flirt and play these games a lot better than Doyoung.

“Well?” Doyoung asked, nervously.

“Dude, you are so lame,” Yuta cackled. "Who puts that many parentheses for a smiley face?"

"Well what I was supposed to do?"

"I'll help you come up with something more . . . concise and slick," Yuta wrinkled his nose in dismay at his friend. "Before she sees all of these, you need to unsend-"

Seen.

Yuta's jaw fell slack.

"What?" Doyoung asked. "What? Did she reply?

He reached for his phone and new blue message flashed across the top of his screen.

[unknown number]: I think I’m gonna hold off on calling you first lol.

[unknown number]: But I’ll text first ;)

[unknown number]: This is Y/N. Glad you found your phone <3

(Frankly, you didn’t think he was ever going to slide into your DMs.)

#doyoung x reader #doyoung fluff #doyoung scenarios #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 fluff #doyoung #kim doyoung

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mangoposts · 3 months

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being in college had its pros and cons. one of those cons being that you always had a shit ton of homework. you were currently at your desk doing your homework. your boyfriend chris shortly walked through the door.

"hey chris"

"hellooo ma whatcha' doing"

"just my homework i hate this shit"

"well whenever your done ill be waiting on your bed for cuddles"

"okay baby" you say with a slight giggle at the end due to his eagerness for affection.

you continue the work for 30 minutes

"you almost done ma?"

"yea, i just have to finish up my essay and i should be fine."

that "essay" ended up taking up another hour. chris walks over hugging you from behind, kissing the top of your head, you sigh contently.

"why don't you take a break baby?" chris suggests

"i can't this essay is due at 12 tonight and i have only 2 paragraphs"

"please, i could really go for some y/n cuddles." you sigh knowing that in 5 minutes you will be snuggled up next to chris on your bed. chris lets out a quiet "finally" before enveloping you into a bear hug kissing you all of your face, he pulls away and walks you over to your bed.

"i missed you so much today." chris says with love in his voice

"i missed you too baby and i'm sorry i was too caught up on my work"

"its okay my love" chris reassures

you eventually order takeout and fall asleep tangled up in eachothers arms.

(this ending is shit but wtv)

You’re gonna feed all my mutuals 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍 How cutesyyyyyyyy

#🥭

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princedevitt · 2 months

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Hi. So I’m just starting to get into AEW and oh my word, please give me the deets on Orange Cassidy. I’ve been watching YouTube videos of his matches all day.

He’s got me hooked.

Welcome!! It’s never too late to get OC fever!

He’s my favourite wrestler on AEW! I think his first international reign cemented him as a top star. To me & others tor sure already knew this but i saw a shift in people’s opinions of him toward the end of his reign. I love that for him! He was defending that championship OFTEN! People thought he was just this lazy guy who wrestles and puts his hands in his pockets. There’s also the element of mind games to it and he can go all out if he needs to! Especially when it came to the international championship… you could not pry the gold out of his hands if he can help it! Poor thing. His second reign just finished I know he’s so tired! 😭

As you can tell he is fun to watch!!! No one should ever deny the amazing wrestler he is. Sometimes he moves like a sloth then other times he’s fast like a cat. 🤣 Mind you the moves he manages to pull off with his hands in his pockets are no joke.

Also this isn’t relevant but it is to me. Notice how many times he reaches over to fix his hair. It’s like he has a spidey sense for it. ✨🤣

I would love to know what matches you’ve seen so far! Some of my favourites are;

Oc vs PAC Revolution 2020

OC vs Ospreay Forbidden Door 2022

OC vs Garcia vs ZSJ vs shibata forbidden door 2033

I think any of his matches toward the end of his first reign were really fun to watch. I remember being at the edge of my seat because any time he can lose the title! He looks physically beaten up and we all know he is exhausted. But he keeps accepting challenges! And he is fighting for his life.

His match against Swerve comes to mind. One against D Garcia where Danny is WORKING our poor man’s back. The one against Penta. Watch this promo at the end. 😭 There’s definitely more. I am listing what comes to mind quickly because I have to quit procrastinating an essay due tonight.

Feel free to message me so we can chat about this tired and incredible blondie. I love talking about him!

There’s definitely tons more to say. 🫡

#thank you for reaching out!#💌#long post #i wrote this without my glasses so i am sorry for any typos!

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the-winds-of-destiny-xxx · 4 months

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uni

still haven't finished my essay. Gonna try staying up until 12.00am. Hoping I at least hit 1,000 words by then. Classes resume next friday. Not sure if i'm ready 😭😭 but it is what it is. Gonna be interesting to see what the dynamic is like between everyone given how things were the last time we saw each-other vs now. As i mentioned last time T has some v problematic views according to some of my course friends so that's gonna be different as well. I usually look at him with heart eyes (not that he notices) and things will probably be different now. I usually sit at the front (and in front of him) but conversation is probs gonna be less. We didn't talk much over the holiday anyway (probs like twice) so it would've been like that regardless. I still kinda wanna fuck him tho (he's hot it's not my fault).

work

fucked myself over and booked shifts for monday and tuesday because I remembered the due date for the essay wrong. Depending on how much I get done tonight I may ask to swap my shifts for other days or just say I can't make it.

gym/health

wanted to go gym today but did not have the time. It usually takes me 40 mins to walk there and 40 mins to walk back plus like 1-2 hours spent actually working out and if I'd done that I would've been fucked. So hoping I get to go more next week.

I've been eating better as well and as much as I love like fatty and sugary foods (especially when i'm stressed), I can't deny how good my body feels when I eat healthy and exercise.

dating

Deleted hinge and bumble (as said previously) and i refuse to turn back but i joined a dating app strictly for LGBTQ+ so we'll see how it goes. This community annoys me sometimes because almost everyone is poly and doesn't want anything serious like 😭😭 might as well just start entertaining K again atp.

mood

dizzy (lack of meds). actually feeling more emotionless than emotional like I usually do.

#nd

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hyuckmov · 2 months

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hey i missed you!!!! whatcha been up to these past few days??

hiii i miss u guys too😞🫂 actually so so much i miss being on here :( i have so many essays to write this term… i have 3 2k word essays due next week on the same day so i’ve been trying to do one every 3 days… its so sad but i mostly do work now and don’t rlly leave my campus 😭 although! tonight im going to support my friend who’s acting in a playyy and we r gna host afters with our friends and drink so im excited about that🙏🏻 hoping to get tipsy

#hope you’re doing well anon 🫂#thank u for checking in w meeee #asks #anon

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rhoddys · 9 months

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I just realized my final essay which was changed back to being due tomorrow is a 9-10 page essay 😭

And I’m being roped into a random family thing after I work early in the morning

Oh my gosh I gotta speedrun this before I sleep tonight wtf

#rod vibes

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rosenallies · 10 months

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At this point I’m a pro and procrastinating 🤭 Lmao

It’s actually not funny and getting to be a very serious problem😭 I have a weirdly long essay and some infographic thing due tonight and I have started neither. I don’t even know what they’re about…Can you all caps yell at me and tell me to stop being a lazy bitch and do my work pls 🙃

-🐰

I’m sorry bestie I can’t say shit rn I brought home a new bookshelf two days ago and it’s sitting empty in my bedroom bc I’ve been procrastinating decorating it and that’s something I actually really do enjoy doing 😭 if I yell at you that’s like the pot calling the kettle black.

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leejungchans · 2 years

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🔭 . HI SOL!! its like 1am here and i just finished up some uni work,, i usually dont do them this late and i was supposed to be free today cause my profs cancelled my 2 classes and i just finished most of the assignments they gave so i went out with friends to the mall but then when i got home i see a report, research paper and an essay due tomorrow lunch time 😭 like NAURRRR TODAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY FREE DAY! but what did i expect, my prof always assigns stuff when he cant teach his class so </3 ANYWAY, how’d ur day go or how’s ur day going lovely? <3

ps. this is my first message as an anon woohoo + i hope u dont mind if i call u lovely and stuff like that, just by habit,, if you’re uncomfy though, ill stop right away just say the word 💗

OMG our timezones are similar!!!! it’s like almost 2 here HWHSAJAJA but nooooooo your professor sounds so <//3 for randomly assigning more work on such short notice 😭😭😭 but i hope you had a good time with your friends at the mall!!! and good job for finishing the work!!!!! i’m proud of u 💗💗 my day’s been okay hehe ty for asking <333 mostly just resting a lot bc i have to do a summer course so i have to get up at 7:30 mon-fri 😭😭 which is why i’m catching up on sleep during the weekend bwhwhwhjw

i’m totally okay with most names like lovely so feel free to use them and i’ll let you know if there’s something i’m not as comfy with (but the common ones are completely fine hehe so dw) 💗💗 i hope you sleep well tonight muah muah!!

#🔭 anon #sol answers

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kkokopi · 3 years

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Hellooo, I hope you are okay 😊, i just read the "their crush catches them staring" and I loved so much.

May I request a (y/n) who is from another country and when she gets mad (not necessarily with them but it could be) she stars cursing and talking in another language? And them they just be like "wtf are you talking?"

I really like to see a Brazilian (y/n) with Shinichiro, Mikey and Chifuyu but you can change if you want, I really don't mind :)

Ps: I didn't find your rules so I hope me request is okay

Aaaa I really love the idea of this! I feel like the boys would get all shocked pikachu faces and look at y/n like she grew another head 😭😭 As a bilinggual I often find myself code switching to a different language especially in expressions and sounds of frustration or when my grandparents would tell me to repeat what I say in my native language because they say english is wayy too fast (I'm filo btw)

Hearing their s/o speak in their native language

includes: shinichiro, mikey, chifuyu

warnings: swearing

wordcount: 2115

NOTE: so this is the first time i'm ever doing sumthing that involves another language and I did a little research on the words I've decided to put but please feel free to correct me if I used some of the words in the wrong context or if the translation i've put on the word is wrong

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write this hope yall enjoy!

shinichiro

As a boyfriend he prolly already knows that you can speak a different language

but

that doesn't stop him from blinking back and getting surprised whenever he hears you though

cue the core memory he had when he heard you speaking to your grandma over the phone one time

it was all normal until it wasnt

from the start of the conversation on the phone, you had your grandma on speaker and he understood every bit of what yall were saying

at first, he thought he started disassociating when he thought he heard you start speaking gibberish

has a confused face and blinks back like 🙂

"i just understood what they were talking about a second ago and now 🙃🙃"

literally doesn't know what to do whenever you speak a different language like does he say anything or do you need a hug or a pat

so he just awkwardly stands there in hopes you'd explain whst just happened

It was one of those days where you were bombarded with hell works from uni. Having already pulled 3 all-nighters this week and still a massive pile of essays needed to be done and god let's not get started on your thesis paper. The only thing that had you fueled right now was the two bobas you had earlier and now an iced latte.

So much for the last month of your senior year

With squinted eyes you could see the clock read 11:09

Not knowing shinichiro had been behind you, who had been sitting by your shared kitchens table, watching for what felt like 10 minutes still somewhat drowsy having just woken up because he noticed you weren't in bed with him yet.

Uni really did take most of your time and he always did applaud you for being quite the model student but at the price of your health he wasn't just going to stand back while you overworked yourself to death

"I wonder if tonight's gonna be another all-nighter" you say aloud before opening up your laptop to start on those hellish essays.

'How many needed to be done again' you think as you count the ones that were nearly due on your laptop's sticky notes

(A/n: do people still use sticky notes as a reminders tab for hw or is it just me huhuhu)

one...

two...

three...

An unamused chuckle left your lips then had your tongue kiss against your front teeth, "damn this is really gonna be the death of me" you mutter as you checking over the requirements needed for the first paper you chose to start on

Literary Critique on a Historical Account

Font: Arial

Font size: 11

Wordcount: 2000 words minimum

Running a hand through your hair," Foda-se essa merda" (fuck this shit) you say before you started drafting out what you want to put on your essay

Shinichiro who still stood behind you, who usually had no clue what you were saying whenever you spoke brazilian but this sure as hell gave "screw this" vibes

Letting out a chuckle he brings both his hands to your tense shoulders and kneads at them before kissing the top of your head, "it's cute when your mad and speak in your native language" he feels you squirm and whine in response to that sending him a small glare before looking back at your screen

"We'll do just that one essay tonight and let's get you to bed, the others aren't due for a couple more days anyway" he adds as he grabs a chair to sit next to you

bonus:

"So what'd ya say earlier?" shinichiro yawns sleepily his head down and cheeks squished by the kitchen table

"Fuck this shit"

"Figured," he laughs, "Damn my portugese really do be on point these days"

mikey

for mikey you're pretty sure you told him but he ends up forgetting so the first time he heard you swear in a dif language (which he doesnt know is a swear ) he was shookt

like eyes wide looking like a shocked pikachu

at first he starts to think he just didn't hear you properly or he wasn't paying attention or that you just mispronounced a word but then it happens again and again

thinks its sum sercret code you aren't telling him and he gets pouty over that

you tell him its cause you have a habit of code switching into languages when ur in a mood

feels betrayed you never told him but you remind him that yes you did tell him and he mustve forgot

asks you to teach him basic greetings and sum swearing

thinks some words are cute and fun to say so he uses them a lot and brags he knows how to speak in brazilian portugese

he goes "oh this?" "it's portugese, ya my s/o taught me" "cool right?"

Today was a saturday and you and mikey normally spend them alternating from each of your houses to chill and hangout but what turned into you two just hanging out chilling turned into a family reunion he wasn't expecting.

It started with a phone call from your mother, who had went on a trip abroad to visit your auntie and her other siblings since she and her family had grew up in Brazil and mikey only just found out about that fact a few moments he had learned you could speak the said language.

"Mama!" you beamed just as you picked up the call, mikey by the back goes oh and shouts, "Auntie (M/n)! Tell her I said hi!"

"Mikey says hi," you tell your mom who you put on speaker and says hello back. A ruckus could be heard on the background and a voice asking "quem e mikey?" (who's mikey) only for your mother to respond "o namorado da minha filha" (my daughter's boyfriend) to which sounds of gasps and excitement and some hushed whispers could be heard from the other line

You laugh, "was that Auntie?" the response only met with the person in question

"(Y/n) hello〜" you hear the voice of your aunt chime to which you do the same before loudly greeting, "Tia!" (Auntie)

Exchanges were made and Mikey hears you hum in response before saying, "Tudo bem," (everything's great) before glancing back at him with a smile to which he smiles back patiently waiting on you like a puppy and then you add, "E voce" (what about you?)

From there the conversation had stretched on from there and Mikey could feel himself disassociating with every foreign word as he looks around confused, he pouted cause all he wanted was a saturday to spend time with his s/o but then again he thinks when the last tike you had even talk to your aunt was that mustve been long too so he forces himself to patiently wait since he knew family really is priority

and seeing you so happy, carefree and speaking so naturally despite it a language that was foreign to him had him smiling, he cant deny the way that your happiness brings him happiness too

Soon you had sat on the bed back with mikey who had laid his head on your lap rubbing his head on your belly

"Tchau tia" you say while running a hand through your boyfriend's hair

"Tchau my lovely niece ," she replies back but not a second later

"Mikey kun tchau tchau, sorry you had to wait long" she adds making you laugh and mikey to perk up from his place on your lap

"s-sem problemas" (no problem) he says looking at you if he's said it right to which you happily nodded

your aunt was amazed and complimented his skills and for being so smart which boosted his ego quite the bit (you swear your aunt exaggerates too much)

As soon as the call ended mikey snuggled back into you "can we hangout now?" mikey asks with a pout, "felt left out a while back now take responsibility" you laughed at that and mikey sat up to your confusion.

"So tchau tchau means bye right?" mikey asks with a serious face to which you respond with a hum

"thought it ws adeus hmmmmmm i like tchau tchau better," he says before going back to his position on your lap

bonus:

After mikey met up with draken for a little lunch discussion and both had to leave mikey saw his opportunity.

"ken-chin tchau tchau!" he waved before driving off

draken who stood with a confused face muttered the words, "tchau tchau? the hell is that?"

chifuyu

thinks its really cool you could speak brazilian portugese or like a different language in general

loves it but once again this boy is in the clueless squad with shinichiro whenever he does hear you speak it

boy really be lost sometimes

and no he's not talking bout those one-liner phrases but those full on rants you have in the language

the boy would have to rely on your facial expressions and actions to see if what you were going on about is a good or bad thing though sumtimes he can't really tell anymore

first time he heard you speak said language he was wundering if he had heard you right or if you even were talking to him

you were muttering on about something and he hadn't quite the clue so he was just intently watching you while you murmur to yourself

to be honest he'd be more curious and intrigued than shocked when he finally pieced that you infact were speaking in a different language

one of your bonding moments include word of the day where he'd ask you what random objects you guys had in your language and stressing over pronounciation and intonations

You were pacing around your room with your phone in hand muttering in portugese, that was the state chifuyu found you in when he unexpectedly came over to hangout which had been approximately 15 minutes ago.

To anyone else, it might've been a weird sight but having known you and your quirky habits he had grown accustomed to it.

Though the first time he did see you pacing around the room muttering in a foreign language he thought you were performing some sort of ritual though he knew well enough now that it was a worrying habit you had. That whenever you were uncertain of something or if you stressed yourself over something too much then a switch would flip inside of you, your brazilian switch, because you thought more rationally whenever you were more in a comfortable state, a state which feels at home to you

So knowing you were worried about something but not knowing what that something was about sent chifuyu at unease. So the last 15 minutes he had spent waiting in confusion waiting for you to spill the beans whenever you were ready

"Se voce fizer isso," (if you do this) you started, "voce vai se foder..." (you might fuck it up/ get yourself in trouble)

After letting out a whine you lay back flat on your bed with on of your arms covering your eyes

"calmed down yet?" chifuyu asks and you shake your head no

"can you tell me why you're worried this time?" he pries a little

"i did a stupid" he hears you say

"A stupid?" he tries to see if you would start spilling, honestly a little curious what "stupid" you did to make you go so fussy about

"eu nem sei" (i dont even know)

"hey hey I won't be able to understand if you start code switching now"

"dont laugh" you pouted before looking him straight in the eye as you sat up

"why would i laugh"

"because!" the event seemed to have rushed back into your head as you whined and buried yourself in your pillows out of embarrassment.

"c'mon now (y/n)" chifuyu says as he tugs on you but you only hugged into your pillows tighter.

"I sent in the wrong assignment," you say and chifuyu stops his tugging and runs a hand through his hair and leans back on your bed

"it's not that ba- "I accidentally sent in my Iwaoi fanfic instead and I can't unsend because its locked in!" you exclaimed burying your head a muffled, "now my teacher is gonna know I ship them! and-and aaaaaaaaaa" your scream muffled by the pillow, "I can't anymore aaaaaaaaaaaa this Ruim pra caralho" (fucking bad)

Chifuyu couldn't take it anymore and a laugh escaped his lips as he pat down on his distraught s/o who only whined at him more and swore in her native tongue at how he was laughing at her.

I'm really sorry for having this kinda rushed but to all my bilingual and multilinggual babies out there a question for you! What triggers you into code switching or what triggers you to speak in your native language? Enjoyed? Leave a tip :)

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #tokrev #sano mikey manjiro #mikey headcanon #mikey #mikey fluff #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #mikey x reader #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu imagines #chifuyu matsuno

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peachbokkie · 3 years

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11:57pm ; maybe one day, i’ll fly next to you.

lately you’ve fallen behind in your school work since you haven’t been able to find the will to do it. felix gives you the motivation you need.

pairing: felix x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

wc: ~1k

a/n: this is my first time writing on here i was just bored & actually in need of motivation so,, if it’s bad pretend it isn’t ✋🏾😭

You sit on the floor of your living room, head buried in your hands, as you sigh for probably the 15th time that hour. Sitting up to stare at your computer screen, with tear streaks on your face, you wonder how you let yourself fall so far behind on your school work. It's 4pm and you have three papers to write by tonight.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, your phone starts to vibrate beside you.

Facetime Video: lixie <3

Drying off your face, you sigh and pick up the phone. “Hello?”

Felix, seemingly on a break at practice telling by the background and the way he was panting. “Annyeong baby- have you been crying?” He pouts with that stupidly cute pout that never fails to make you smile.

“Noo~ what are you up to?” You reply, trying to take the attention off of yourself.

“You look like you’ve been crying. I can tell, you know. You know you can talk to me, right? I'm always here for you.”

“It's nothing, really. Just stressed about school is all.” You start getting a bit choked up. “l just can’t do it anymore, I can’t.” And the tears are back. “I’m sorry, I hate when you see me cry, this is so embarrassing.” You toss the phone onto the couch.

“It’s not nothing, and it’s not embarrassing. Talk to me Y/n,” he pushed.

“What is there to talk about Felix? I’m failing my classes and it’s all my fault because I have no motivation to do any work! I waited ‘till the last minute and now I have 3 essays due tonight and I don’t even know what to write about. I’m stressed as fuck but it’s no ones fault but mine. There’s nothing to talk about.” By the end you’re breathing heavily, watching as Felix frowns. You didn’t mean to yell at him, being in your stressed state had you accidentally letting out your frustrations on him.

“Sorry Lix.”

“Don’t apologize baby. You’re trying your best and that’s all that-”

“I’m not trying, though. That’s the problem. I haven’t done any work for weeks.”

You hear someone in the practice room tell the boys it’s time to get back to practice, so you know you and Felix have to wrap up the call.

“I have to head back but I'll tell you what, how about I come over later? After practice? I’ll bring food and I can try to help with whatever you need, as best I can. How does that sound, hmm?” The offer is tempting, but you don’t want to make Felix come all the way to your apartment and help you do school work when he could be resting. You tell him as much but he wasn't having it.

“You’re not making me do anything, I wanna help. I’ll text you when I'm on the way. I love you~”

“Okay. Love you lix.”

….

At just about 8pm, you’ve managed to finish one paper when there's a knock on your door. Opening it slowly you reveal a beaming Felix bearing food in one hand.

“Hi,” you let out before Felix pulls you into his embrace, his lips pressing against your forehead.

“Hi,” he parrots. “Let me go set this down.” Felix slips off his shoes and walks past you to set the food on the kitchen counter, as you make your way back to the living room. Soon he makes his way towards you, being the cuddle bug he is, he squeezes between you and the couch, back hugging you while resting his chin on your shoulder. He inhaled deeply, feeling comfort with you in his embrace.

“Any progress?” he questions.

“I’ve only done one essay, it was 6 pages. I can’t do this.”

“You can do this, you’ve already done one without my help, I'm so proud of you Y/n. What's next?” he says while rubbing his hands along the sides of your arms.

“The next two are 3 and 4 pages long, that’s another 7 pages in 4 hours and I haven’t even thought of a topic.” Your shoulders slumped and you felt your eyes starting to water again. You look up at the ceiling, determined not to cry in front of Felix again.

“That’s okay, I’ll help you. That’s what I'm here for,” he replies, placing a soft kiss to the junction of your neck. “Let’s get some music going.”

….

After a very long and stressful four hours, with the help of Felix, you were finally able to finish your last two essays. At 11:57, to be exact. You felt like you’ve never felt a bigger weight be lifted off of your shoulders. The two of you had moved to your bed at some point, the floor having started to become uncomfortable after sitting for hours.

As one of Felix’s favorite songs, ‘O’ by Coldplay, which has also become one of your favorites, is playing softly in the background, you closed your laptop for the night, sighing to yourself quietly.

Felix grabs your hand, “You did it! I knew you could, I'm so so proud of you angel.” He praises as you fix your gaze on your entwined fingers.

“Only because you were here,” you look up with tired eyes. “Thank you Lix, really.” Felix cups your face with his free hand, placing soft kisses all over your face, sending you into a fit of giggles.

“That tickles,” you voice, and finally, he presses his lips against yours. It's soft, warm, and just long enough that he could inhale your breath. He pulls away and gives your nose a final peck.

“That was all you Y/n. You just needed a little support, and that’s okay.” He lies down beside you, flicking off the light on your bedside table.

As you lay back into Felix’s chest, you close your eyes, breathing in his scent. It’s calming. You hear him quietly start to sing along to the song, and you relish the moment.

“So fly on, ride through, maybe one day i’ll fly next to you,” are the last words you hear as you finally drift away to sleep.

a/n: okie i hope you all liked it ?? pls reblog/like if you did!! should i try to write other stuff too?? idk

masterlist - recent works - temp. prompt list

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