#soobin jock au

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─── ⋆ HE WAS A JOCK, AND SHE DID BALLET

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Jake sim was a loser. Frat boy persona and charismatic antics aside, the moment Jake was alone with a girl he would freeze. Which explains his track record of having only slept with one girl all throughout college. That was until, you came in: Decelis' top ballerina and prized possession. Following a drunken one night stand and some (shitty) advice from his friends, Jake hopes you could help him out.

pairing ── jake x female reader

genre ── strangers to lovers, fwb (no smut tho!), college au, obvious x oblivious, denied feelings, veryyy lengthy fic

wc ── 16.6k

featuring ── jay, heeseung and sunghoon of enhypen, kazuha and yunjin of lesserafim, yuna and ryujin of itzy, seunghan of riize, soobin of txt, karina and winter of aespa, jisung and hyunjin of stray kids

warnings ── mentions of sex and hooking up, implied sex, suggestive at some parts, cursing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of family issues, yn is kinda mean and bitchy (i tried to base her off of jo yi seo so!), mentions of crying and breaking down, mentions of blood and periods, kms jokes used, mentions of food, mentions of kissing, use of the word whore once i think, jake and yn arguing a lot

DISCLAIMERS! i'm not trying to sexualize jake nor any other idols, this is a work of fiction

Beep beep beep!

Groggily you startled open rubbing your eyes trying to locate where the hell that blaring alarm sound was coming from. Finally finding the small slim black clock atop the nightstand you muttered a string of curses below your breath, slamming your hand down on it putting a stop to the shrieking rings. You immediately closed your eyes and attempted to lull yourself back to sleep pulling your black comforter over your head, arm grabbing for the pillow beneath you then- wait, you don’t own black comforters? 

Neither did you own a black alarm clock (not to be rude but who the hell even owned alarm clocks in this day and age?). Slowly you realised, you didn’t own any of this…fuck. 

Looking around trying to collect your thoughts you scanned the room to try and get a clue of which dude your drunken self managed to have a one-night stand with this time. Noticing a sleek leather wallet on the nightstand next to the alarm clock, you immediately grabbed it trying to see if there was a student ID, driver's licence, hell anything. Imagine your surprise when the first thing you saw was none other than a Decelis student ID laminated and shining with the name Jake Sim printed on it. Oh shit.

You muttered strings of curses under your breath, did you seriously have a one-night stand with Jake Sim? The proclaimed loser of the Decelis Soccer Frat? The same dude who had the reputation of trying (and failing) to let alone hold a proper conversation with the girl's gymnastic team? That Jake Sim? You scoffed under your breath, god you couldn’t believe this. Fuck you seriously needed to get a hold of your drinking problem. 

“Oh, you’re up” oh great. You were too busy trying to figure out how you got yourself into this problem that you failed to notice that said problem was standing there leaning against the bathroom door frame right in front of you. 

Whipping your head up you were greeted with the sight of Jake Sim, toothbrush in mouth, dishevelled mess, awkwardly smiling right at you. “Uh, Hi Jake.” you looked around awkwardly trying not to stare at him since he was practically half naked “Could you um, put on a shirt?” 

“Yeah, you’re kinda wearing it though…” 

You glanced down to see that you were indeed wearing his shirt, the large oversized plain black tee was so big it hung over you like a dress. 

“Right.” you said in an exasperated sigh walking past Jake into the bathroom with your clothes in hand to change

“Uh do you want breakfast? Tylenol? Are you hungover?” He was only met with the door shut in his face. 

“Yeah uh” you called out, muffled and in between grunts trying to change into your clothes as fast as possible, “No, not really! I kinda, you know, have to get back to my dorm.” 

“Oh yeah totally,” Jake replied awkwardly fuck how do you even talk to someone you just had a one-night stand with? Jesus, how did Heeseung do this shit. “Here.” you said opening the door to hand him his shirt. 

“Ah, thanks” Jake said quietly as he draped the shirt over his body. He stood there still brushing his teeth as he watched you pack your things up, shooting your head back to ask “Are the other guys still here?” 

“Nah, they all left to practise earlier” he replied watching you let out a slightly relieved sigh as you stood in front of his mirror tying your hair into a loose ponytail and touching up your makeup slightly “So…” he attempted to start before being cut off by you.

“Yeah um, thanks for whatever last night was Jake. Can’t really remember most of it, I’m sure it was good,” briskly lacing up your shoes you mentally cursed yourself for deciding to wear docs last night, “but maybe let’s not bring this up like, ever.” Finishing off with a tight knot and immediately pouncing up to only be met with Jake’s lost eyes and mouth slightly agape.

“Anyways! I really need to get going now so I’ll see you around ‘kay?” You walked backwards until your hand reached the door handle and turned it. The moment you stepped out you practically ran down the steps, cheeks and ears red, still muttering curses quietly, and regretting all the decisions you made last night. 

And there Jake Sim stood, hopeless as ever, watching the second woman he’d ever had a one-night stand with leave running. Fun. 

Not to be full of yourself but you kinda had a reputation in Decelis, top ballerina, rich mother, the whole shebang. 

And well Jake on the other hand,

Me 

I think I just slept with Jake Sim

Kazuha Nakamura

EXCUSE ME 

Me

Yeah hahaha.. LISTEN I WAS DRUNK IDEK WHY I DID IT

Kazuha Nakamura 

SOCCER PLAYER JAKE SIM? THE FRAT BOY JAKE SIM? THE APPOINTED LOSER OF DECELIS SOCCER TEAM? ARE WE THINKING ABOUT THE SAME JAKE SIM HERE.

Me 

STOP YES THAT JAKE SIM. I KNOW i’m gonna kms 

Kazuha Nakamura 

Okay but was it good at least?

You paused, well it was good, but you shook your head remembering who you were talking about here. I mean it’s not like you and Jake were complete strangers, you went to high school with him, so yeah you knew Jake. But imagine the whiplash you got entering college realising you now attended the same school as Jake Sim the scrawny physics nerd, except now he was Jake Sim, star soccer player who grew up and gained some charisma. However, all you could see was teenage prepubescent Jake who used to rant about Einstein’s law of relativity. 

Yeah, not happening, you thought to yourself closing your phone as you headed into practise desperately hoping to drown out your memories of this morning with endless classical music and exercises. 

Jake however, was still sprawled out on his bed even though it had been hours since you left. Face buried into one of his hands while the other scrolled through your Instagram profile, occasionally letting out annoyed sighs before groaning into his hand. How the hell did he even manage to screw this up.

“Jake, get up. I’m starting to actually feel bad for you” Jay let out at the sight of his friend curled up in agony, watching him with a mixture of sympathy and disappointment painted on his face.

“Dude you don’t get it, she RAN.” Jake cried out loudly sinking even deeper into his bed 

“Okay, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Maybe she just was startled, and like seriously you couldn’t have been that horri-”

“The one-night stand isn't the problem, the problem is that it was YN!” 

From what Jake could remember you, L/N Y/N, were basically untouchable in high school. I mean head of the dance club, straight A student, and not to mention you were one of the prettier girls that attended school with him; you were practically on a pedestal. The one chance he had to interact with you when he was 1. Not drunk 2. Not surrounded by his friends giving him an extra boost of confidence, he blew it. 

“Okay, so it was YN? So what man, I think you’re overthinking this” Sunghoon chimed in from the back 

“Hey I mean, I think you’re judging the situation way too early dude. If I were you I would see this as an opportunity!” Heeseung declared as he pranced into Jake's room

Briefly looking up from his phone, Jake shot Heeseung a judgemental glare before asking with a scoff “Okay well, since you’re the self-proclaimed expert here, mind letting me in on what you mean by ‘opportunity’”

“Okay listen,” Heeseung said while sitting on the edge of Jake’s bed “Here's what you’re gonna do: you’re gonna go up to her, start small talk, then you’re gonna ask her if you guys wanna do something casual-”

“Are you seriously suggesting I ask a girl to be friends with benefits after she RAN out on me” Jake screeched throwing his pillow at Heeseung (who thankfully caught it) 

“Hey let me finish!” He replied tucking the pillow under his arms “Yeah ask for something casual, and if she was so embarrassed and humiliated as you claim she’d reject you outright, but if not you get a casual fling with a cool girl. What’s not to love?” 

“Maybe the part where this whole thing is stupid, ” Jake grumbled, adjusting himself to sit upright to face Heeseung “, and why would I listen to you exactly?”

“Because a) as you said I am the expert,” Heeseung said before tossing the pillow under his arms back at Jake “and b) you genuinely need to gain some experience talking to girls. And this gives: you said experience, no strings attached!”

Jake leaned back on his headboard sighing to look up at the ceiling. God this was stupid, Heeseung seriously just wanted to make a fool out of him. How much experience did Jake seriously need, couldn’t he do that without this whole thing? I mean he had plenty of other girls to talk to right? Well…wrong. I mean, you couldn’t be that embarrassed, could you? What other chances did he have, hell this was the second person he’d ever slept with since entering college (an astounding fact even to Jake). Was it worth a shot? 

“Fine.” Jake replied with a sigh. Fuck he was really doing this.

Closing the door behind you, your hands fiddled through your bag trying to find your pastel pink airpods, ready to blast music in your ears after a long chemistry exam. Putting them on, finger hovering over the play button, you were suddenly interrupted by a small tap on your shoulder. Turning around to see the one person you were trying to avoid all week, Jake fucking Sim.

“Oh Jake, I didn’t know you took chem?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t, well last year I didn’t…but I had to bump up my GPA a bit so I thought chem would be easy enough. But it’s,” Jake replied looking up and recalling the questions of that harrowing exam he just took “Yeah it’s ass.”

You let out a slight chuckle, well he’s funny at least. “Yeah, that test was not my best work…”  

Jake grinned at your comment, speeding up a bit to match your pace. “Hey wanna go grab some coffee?” His words laced with nervousness “I’ll pay! Well, I was the one who suggested it so I really should be paying, shouldn’t I… Anyway, my treat.”

And that’s how you found yourself seated across from Jake sipping an iced americano, legs crossed, looking around awkwardly, in dead silence. 

Jake had tried to start some small talk but was met with nothing but concise and quick answers from you. Fuck you Lee Heeseung, he mentally cursed. “So..” he awkwardly started “How was your weekend?” 

“I think you know how my weekend went Jake” you said in between sips 

“Oh, right.” Jake said remembering how it was just this Sunday when you booked it out of his apartment. “Uh about that-”

He could barely finish his sentence before you rushed to reply “I thought we weren’t going to bring that up”

“Yeah but-” 

“Listen, Jake” you let out with a sigh, placing your drink down on the table in front of you “You’re like, a nice guy and all. But I just really really can’t do relationships right now, like I’ve got a lot going on with ballet- seriously my mom is on my fucking ass about recitals…”

You realised you were rambling and looked down after briefly pausing “Anyway, you’re seriously great. I’m just not looking for anything serious right now an-”

“Me neither” Jake cut in nonchalantly while nodding diplomatically and taking a sip of his drink

“Yeah, an- wait what?”

“I mean, I’m not looking for anything at the moment either. That night was nice, I had fun” Jake explained while fiddling with the paper wrapper of his straw “And if you haven’t noticed I kinda don’t have a lot going on with me right now” 

You took a moment to register what he just said before deadpanning “Are you trying to use me for sex.” 

“What no!” Jake exclaimed a bit louder than he realised, making a few heads turn “Um, no I’m not. Seriously. I’m not a douche, I’m just…I don’t know how to really- talk. To women at least… I was hoping, well I was told, having casual hookups would fix that. Like, exposure therapy, I guess?” 

This man seriously did not just describe hooking up with you as exposure therapy. 

“You can totally decline! I was just suggesting it because a friend told me to, oh wait fuck you didn’t want anyone to know. Sorry, Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon know…I seriously didn’t mean to tell them it just slipped out and- yeah sorry. Uh well, Heeseung suggested it so…” Jake rambled on with his hand absently reaching for the nape of his neck, only to be met with your blank expression, mouth slightly agape, and iced americano in hand. God your face was practically a human adaptation of the Windows error screen. 

“Ummm” you trailed off playing around with the straw in your drink. Well nobody’s ever asked you to be friends with benefits, so your brain was admittedly still buffering. “Don’t you think it’s a little…weird? I mean we’ve known each other since high school, like granted we didn’t talk but- yeah you know? And like I’ve just, never done this before. Like ever.” 

“I mean I haven’t either,” Jake paused to put down his drink “Worth a shot though right?” 

Jesus Christ were you seriously going to be friends with benefits with the physics nerd? You mentally weighed out the pros and cons of his little proposal. It wasn’t like the last time was bad or anything, you just couldn't shake off the image of sixteen-year-old him at the back of the physics classroom playing with the Newton’s cradle while your teacher lectured on about waves. Recalling this you looked up at Jake sitting in front of you right now, he still had the same face but his features matured, his body was more built (probably all the training) and you couldn’t deny that even with him nervously picking at his fingernails…he definitely did grow up well. 

“I’ll-” you said with a slight sigh “I’ll get back to you on it Jake.”

“You’ll get back to him on it?! What is this a corporate meeting?” Your roommate Zuha said in between handfuls of chips.

Eyes shifting to the side to snap a dirty glare at her, you sighed in frustration before joining her atop your lofted bed. Kazuha and you were complete opposites: she was arguably way more bold than you and had an impressive list of friends spanning across the three different universities that neighboured Decelis. To be honest meeting her when you were six at ballet lessons might have been the sole reason you were able to get through university with a thankfully active social life. Truly you didn’t think your bond over Ever After High dolls would take you so far; but there you were in your second year of university, lounged across your mattress while she berated you for your lacking conversational skills.

“Hey! I was trying to be polite for your information,” you defended whilst burying your head into your pillows 

“I mean why not?” Zuha asked with indifference 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because we went to high school together, he was and still is a huge dork, and he’s Jake Sim. Yeah just a thought.” you snapped back while digging your hands deeper into Kazuha’s bag of chips

“Well to me those all sound like pros.” she had reached in to grab a fistful of chips before munching on them between sentences, “Plus what’s the big deal, you hooked up once why can’t you do it again” she asked, tugging away the bag from you as it reached near emptiness. 

God you wished it was that easy. You sometimes envied how little she thought of things. 

“Yeah, I guess…” your hands reach for the ends of your hair, twisting them around your fingertips. “Okay but how do I even get back to him on it?” 

“Yeah well your first mistake was responding with that, but like just text him? We’re not living in the fucking 19th century, sms exists.”

“Yeah okay, am I just supposed to send ‘Hi Jake! So after much consideration, I am now getting back to you on it! And yes I would totally love casually fucking you xoxo yn!!’” you replied sarcastically 

“Okay, you know that’s not what I mean. If you’ve got the general premise down, just send it. Not like you’re opposed to it so…” Zuha said handing you your phone with her Calbee chip dust-covered fingers. 

Taking the phone and wiping the grime off, you opened your chat with Jake. Typing and retyping over and over again trying to form the perfect message your finger hovered over the send button while you battled your internal warfare. 

Too immersed in the constant back and forth fogging your mind you failed to stop Zuha from taking the phone from your grasp and sending the message for you.

“KAZUHA NAKAMURA. UNSEND THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW” you frantically cried out ripping the phone from her hands, you scrambled for the unsend button but were disappointingly greeted with a notification at the top of your screen. 

Jake Sim (Hookup)

Cool! So this Friday?

What the hell did you just get yourself into

Sure enough, Friday came and you found yourself stretched across Jake Sim’s bed dressed in one of his oversized shirts. God, you didn’t think you would be here again. Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram while Jake pulled a grey hoodie over his body before adjusting himself next to you, subtly inviting you to lay your head on his shoulder. (Obviously, you didn’t get the hint)

Putting down your phone to the side, your hands reached to fidget with the seams of his sleeves. 

“Do you-” you were cut off by the embarrassingly loud rumble of your stomach.

“Oh, are you hungry?” Jake glanced down, eyes widened and head slightly cocked to the left. 

“Um, kinda..” you responded, god wasn’t he supposed to be the awkward one. 

“Do you want some ramen?” He said propping himself a bit more before mentally cussing at himself realising the implication of his words “I mean, not in like- that way. Well I guess kinda in that way, we did just-”

“Ramen sounds great!” you quickly cut in before he could finish his sentence, ripping the comforters off your bodies already heading towards the door. 

To your surprise, Jake Sim was a pretty good cook. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration considering it was just Chapaguri and steak, but hell was that one good bowl of Chapaguri. Spooning the noodles into your mouth, Jake placed a cut of steak onto your plate. Weird. That was, thoughtful. Probably a force of habit you reasoned to yourself. 

“So um can I ask,” you paused to wipe your mouth “Am I seriously the only other girl you’ve slept with, or is you sleeping with only 1 person before me just a rumour?”

Jake’s arm stretched towards the nape of his neck while the other placed another piece of steak onto your plate before answering. “Uh, I mean in college, yeah. I haven’t had much luck seeing too many people. Kinda the reason you’re here” 

“Well I guess that’s not too surprising” 

“Oh yeah?” Jake asked tauntingly leaning back into his chair “What’s that supposed to mean hm?”

“I’m just saying I’m not surprised that the dude who spent his free periods researching Quantum mechanics can’t pull.” you teased back with a sly smile 

“Uh-huh,” he replied putting another piece of food onto your plate “Well I’ll have you know I managed to hook up with at least like- 2 people in high school” 

“Yeah and I don’t do ballet.” you came back snarkily 

“Hey! I can even list them for you if you don’t believe me.” Jake chuckled slightly while adjusting the collar of his hoodie

“Yeah, and I bet it was real hard remembering that list of 2 people” Laughing in response Jake reached for a can of coke before opening it and placing it in front of you.

Again, weird. As you got talking you realised Jake Sim maybe wasn’t as awkward or dorkish as everyone claimed him to be. Okay well partly your fault for believing assumptions and jumping to conclusions, but after the initial nerves wore down he was pretty chill. Which led you to wonder, “Hey why don’t you talk to girls? I mean you’re pretty much a natural at this.” 

“Oh.” Jake replied a bit flattered, “Well, I don’t think I’m a natural, like when I tried to talk with Minyoung after we hooked up it was a mess.” hands now fiddling with the skin at his fingertips, “I guess with you it’s sorta, comfortable?” 

Your actions came to an instant halt, comfortable? You shook it off thinking it was because you guys knew each other beforehand, yeah definitely that. 

“So you did manage to get with one of the gymnastic girls.” you said trying to divert the topic

“Well not really, she kinda ghosted me after that..” Jake answered looking down at the marble countertop

“Why?” 

“Well as you said, I can’t really pull” you giggled in response while still forking down mouthfuls of chapaguri 

“Hey, don’t laugh with your mouth full.” Jake scolded before taking his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, an action you once again brushed off to be a force of habit. Still, you couldn’t deny, if you actually did like Jake in that way you would’ve folded instantly.

He smiled slightly and ruffled your hair before taking your empty bowl and beginning to wash it, weird.

Hooking up with Jake became more natural and common as time went on, it somewhat integrated itself into your routine:

Hook up, go eat, then go about your separate ways. 

Over time you got to know Jake more and more, past his initially dorky interests you learned a few things about him: 

He was a huge dog lover - similarly to you - and had a golden retriever named Layla 

He was surprisingly funny, if he got comfortable with you at least 

Despite being awkward as fuck, he was way more extroverted than you. He just needed to be around one of his friends for that to shine through.

He wasn’t called a star soccer player for nothing, you’d initially never expected scraggly little Jake Sim to win so many medals and trophies in high school. No wonder he got in with a scholarship.

It wasn’t like Jake told you these things outwardly, but you never failed to catch onto how his eyes had a slight glimmer within them when describing his ‘best friend’ who you later found out to be his childhood pet. Or how whenever there was a short silence between you two he took it as an opportunity to crack a small joke. And you knew on a surface level that Jake was a pretty friendly guy, but you just never realised how long his social battery truly lasted; that man had a motor mouth. The soccer thing however was something you always had a slight clue about, in high school most of his lunch breaks and evenings after school would be spent in the field with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon. Back then you assumed he didn’t have anything better to do, so the numerous medals that spanned across the walls of his room were a bit of a shock to you. 

But it’s not like you cared about Jake like that, you were just…observant. 

Jake was nice, it was fun being his friend but you didn’t go out of your way to try and hang out with Jake in real life. Really, it’s not like you guys were close like that. Neither of you bothered to try and cross that boundary, that was until today at least.

“Hey.” Jake said, smiling as he sat down in front of you. Your eyes faltered from their usual unbothered gaze, your pupils dilating a bit in shock. Hell, there are around 200 other seats in the athlete’s dining hall, yet he had to sit in front of you.

Maybe your pastel pink Lululemon jacket was the drawing point, probably so bright it made you the first person he noticed making him sit with you out of convenience, at least you would like to tell yourself that. “Oh, hi Jake. Uh- don’t you have practice? I mean usually I never see you at the dining hall when I come to eat” You slowly realised how stalker-ish that sounded “not like. I’m tracking your schedule or anything like that. don’t get the wrong idea”

Jake let out a breathy laugh in hopes of breaking the awkward tension surrounding the table (he remained unsuccessful) “Yeah, uh practice got cancelled. So I’m here earlier than expected.”

“Cool cool” you let out nonchalantly. And there you were back to square one, the same awkward tension overwhelming the atmosphere. God how could you be this awkward with a guy you basically had a bi-weekly fuck schedule with. “So uh, you going to Soobin’s party this weekend? the whole soccer team is gonna be there, including me” he said the last part in almost a whisper.

“Oh uh, I haven’t really thought about it. Kazuha is going, so I’ll probably go with” You replied still staring down at your measly plate of japchae, barely touched. “Uh I think I should go study-” you frantically said in an exasperated sigh in hopes to remove herself from any more unwanted conversation starters you would have to pull out of her ass.

“But you haven’t even touched your food?” Jake said clearly not getting the hint. But also he was genuinely worried, I mean yeah typically soccer players and ballerinas' diets are obviously different with their portion sizes, but he still took health very seriously. “I’m not that hungry anyway.” you said slowly getting up to leave

“Wait, do you do this often? skip meals?” Jake asked, his eyes glazed over with a concerned expression, one you hadn’t seen before.

“Oh I mean, most times it's not intentional, I get busy with practice”

“Hold on” Jake muttered before getting up and heading outside. Leaving you haphazardly standing up holding your plate of food. You sat down again poking at the unfinished scraps of carrots, “This man cannot take a hint” you muttered. 

Jake then returned pocky and Pocari sweat in hand. “Uh here, it’s good for electrolytes” he said while handing you the bottle “Oh and, eat this after practice or something, you need carbs and sugar”. Slightly taken aback you slowly took both items in hand, a slight warmth forming in the pits of your stomach. “oh you didn’t really have to-”

“I wanted to.” Jake replied cutting you off, suddenly embarrassed at his boldness he absently reached to the nape of his neck (a habit you noticed he did when he was flustered) “Uh anyways, I’ve gotta go to office hours now. But try not to skip meals, it’s not that good for you, you’re an athlete so..” he trailed off mumbling the last bits to himself, all while looking down to the floor. The weird tension in the air was still there but, somehow it was a little more bearable, well for you at least. “Thanks, uh I’ll pay you back-”

“Don’t bother!” he scrambled to say shooting his head up, pushing your approaching hand back. Fuck that reply was way too quick. “Uh, it’s on me! Don’t worry about it really.” slowly backing away he failed to notice how his legs seemed to trample over each other almost knocking himself down. He (thankfully) regained his balance “Bye YN!”

Blinking in what you think is a mixture of disbelief, amusement, and confusion you managed to mutter out a small “Thank you”

Safe to say that interaction left you both pretty embarrassed.

Most times you went to Jake's house it usually ended in lighthearted conversations over a plate of food. However, some nights were just spent as the two of you lay in his bed looking up at his ceiling talking about everything and anything; these were the nights you found yourself enjoying the most. Tonight luckily happened to be one of them. 

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Jake said before settling down next to you “Have you seriously never had a friend with benefits before?” 

“Hm? Why do you ask?” you said before moving to lay between Jake’s legs, head resting upon his thigh. 

“Ah you know, Just curious” He replied looking down at you with a slight smile. Did his eyes always look that pretty?

“No actually, I wasn’t really one for keeping a casual relationship with one person for a long time. I got bored too quickly, not that I’m bored of you. I did have a lot of hookups though, those were a bit more fun” you replied; a small smile formed across your face while recalling nostalgic high school memories. 

“That’s interesting…” you noticed a slight hesitation lingering in his words. 

“Why d’you sound so confused huh” Gently nudging his thigh you laughed. 

“Nothing nothing! I just, you know, didn’t really expect that from you. I don’t know in high school you were kinda- perfect? Like the captain of the dance team, student council secretary, and straight-A student; not to mention you were practically already on the road to Decelis with a scholarship. I didn’t really expect you to…”

“What, be a whore?” you butted in jokingly 

Jake’s hand reached out to run through your hair, grinning softly before responding “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

Chuckling in response your hands reached to fiddle with the ends of your hair. “Kidding, I get what you mean though. I - well my mom - tried hard to keep up the good girl act. But I was a teenager with the whole house to myself and a huge lack of self-discipline so…yeah”

“Was your mom never really there or…” Jake asked looping your hair around his fingers, shit was that too invasive?

Thankfully you responded whilst twiddling with the hem of your (well his) t-shirt. “Uh, no not really, I guess. Well, she was there, but just always working” Jesus why were you telling him this shit, not like you wanted to it was all just kinda- spilling out. “I mean I don’t hold it against her, it’s literally the reason I got to do ballet and attend this school in the first place”

“But?” Jake asked expectantly. Fuck why was he asking you this shit? Did he seriously think trauma dumping would fill the void of intimacy you two shared? 

“No I mean there isn’t really a but- well there kinda is. I don't know, it gets kinda lonely…only child and all. But I know she did it all for my own good, she knows what's best for me” the last part coming out a bit strained, “I just was kinda on my own for a while I guess… that’s probably why she signed me up for ballet classes when I was younger”

“Oh, she was the one who signed you up?”

“Yeah, she was, actually!” voice slightly perking up as you recalled fond memories of six year old you lacing up your first ballet flats, “When I was younger I loved dancing so ballet kinda came naturally to me I guess, but yeah ballet was really fun” 

“Was?” Jake inquired curiously, his head tilting down to meet his glossy eyes with yours. 

“Oh well, I guess it is still kinda fun- but like as I got better at it there seemed to be more expectations from people. It gets kinda stressful you know” you replied with a slight chuckle, hands picking at the skin on your fingers. “It’s partly my fault for not wanting to practise so much anymore, but sometimes it's hard not to notice every little mistake I make when dancing.”

“Well,” Jake began before taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together “, I think you’re doing just fine. Trust me I’ve never seen a better dancer than you, like you’re seriously amazing”

You giggled slightly while staring at his hand intertwined with yours. Funny, you didn’t think he’d notice that.

“You sure you’re not lying about the whole bitchless thing? Because this,” you said while gesturing to his hand holding yours “, totally not bitchless behaviour” 

“Hey, I never said I was bitchless! Just no girlfriend you know.” Jake laughed nervously , becoming all too aware of his actions. He slowly lets go of your hand. A slight blush formed across his face before he cleared his throat to ask “So what about you, no boyfriend?” 

“Well, I did have one or two. But as I said, I get bored easily” you answered, still twiddling the hem of your shirt “I dumped both of them, not like there was anything wrong with the relationship- I just kinda have this bad habit of running from things when I notice something just slightly goes wrong. Yeah, it’s stupid really I don’t know why I do it.” Trailing off you slowly became aware that you were crossing the imaginary line you established between you and Jake. Wait, what the fuck were you saying? Why were you telling him this? You didn’t tell anyone this shit. No way Jake Sim, the dude who you were casually hooking up with, was going to be the first person you let in on your issues. Nah, not happening. 

“Um anyway! Maybe I should get going now, you have practice anyways.” you sighed, frantically getting up and grabbing your clothes. 

“Oh uh, yeah sure…” Jake said slightly startled, his hand reaching for the back of his neck and scratching it while he tried to look the other way as you changed in front of him (not like his head was in between your thighs a few seconds ago)

He walked you out to the doorway of his apartment, keeping a somewhat awkward distance between you guys as he waved while watching you walk out. 

“Bye!” he called out delayed, giving you a slight jump. 

“Oh, bye!” you said awkwardly facing him, immediately turning back around to  speed walk down the hallway.

For some reason even though you had already left he couldn’t get rid of this slight buzz in his stomach, his heart racing ever so slightly while he felt his cheeks heat up. Fuck I’m an idiot, Jake sighed to himself.

“What do you think? Too much?” you asked Kazuha whilst standing in front of her to show off your outfit. You were trying to dress out of your comfort zone by switching up your usual white tank and low-waisted jeans combo to a black tube top paired with a leather miniskirt. 

“You look the same YN.” your roommate replied stoically “And what are you so nervous for anyways? What, is it because Jake is picking you up?” she added between snickers. 

“What no!” you rushed to respond “And might I remind you that the only reason he’s picking me up is because you ditched on me last minute.” 

“Heyyy, I told you I was sorry! But Yunjin won’t be in Korea for much longer and I promised to have a sleepover with her before she leaves!” Kazuha whined in a pout “Promise, next time I get invited to a party you’re number 1 on my waitlist. I swear” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one on that waitlist right now.” you muttered before reaching for your phone after noticing a notification popping up on your screen. 

Jake Sim (Hookup)

Hey I’m waiting outside btw! Also, I brought a jacket just in case you were cold but I realised you might bring your own so uh

Jake Sim (Hookup)

don’t bring a jacket lmao

You smiled to yourself slightly after reading that, to which your roommate seemed to catch.

“Oh lover boy here already hm?” she teased in a playful tone. “Ew god don’t call him that.” you deadpanned before heading out the door. 

Now in all honesty you were perfectly fine with going to the party yourself, Soobin’s apartment happened to be a 15-minute walk away from campus and it’s not like the area was relatively unsafe. However, Jake insisted that he pick you up and drop you off, saying something along the lines of it weighing down on his conscience. You can’t say you weren’t thankful to see him jacket in hand and waiting for you in front of the doors to your dorm after you were unpleasantly greeted by the bitter wind blowing in your face. Totally just grateful for the jacket, no other reason. 

The walk there was filled with the usual lighthearted jokes and updates on your days, nothing new. You grew to truly enjoy these moments with just you and him, it somewhat felt like it was just the two of you and time stopped. It was nice, you never had someone to listen to you the way he did. However, the peaceful moment shared between you two vanished the minute you stepped into Soobin’s apartment. For a while you forgot that Jake Sim, though being called a dork by half the campus, was still a frat boy and admittedly pretty popular. So imagine the whiplash you got when he was immediately dragged away by Jay, Yuna, and Soobin before he could even say goodbye to you. Not like you cared though, you had plenty of other friends.

A couple of hours had passed and the ‘other friends’ in question seemed to disappear one by one as the night went on. Which is how you winded up in Soobin’s living room on the couch, beer in hand whilst scrolling through TikTok. That was before you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up you were met with Lee Heeseung standing in front of you, head cocked slightly to the side. 

“Hey YN, mind if I sit?” he didn’t really wait for your response before plopping himself right next to you.

“Oh, hey Heeseung” you muttered, eyes not leaving your phone. You had talked to Heeseung a couple of times before when you went to meet up with Jake, but you wouldn’t really consider yourself besties with the guy who was the sole reason Jake had even offered to hook up with you. 

“What’s up, are you bored? I assume you didn’t come here to scroll TikTok alone.” He joked with a quick chuckle. 

“Yeah well I would leave but Jake insisted on taking me back home so it feels kinda rude to leave without him. And he’s obviously very,” you shot your head up to glare at the sight of Jake chatting it up with Jay, Yuna, and Ryujin. What happened to the whole ‘bad at talking to girls’ thing now huh? You scoffed before completing your sentence with a grimace “Preoccupied.”

Heeseung seemed to catch onto your change of tone as the next thing he said was, “Don’t worry Jake’s normally just chatty like this when he’s got one of us around, he really really can’t talk to girls otherwise. Well, obviously not you though, actually he can’t shut up about you.” 

Your head perked up at Heeseung's comment “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, the guy can’t stop talking about you even when you’re gone. Like telling us about how cool your recitals looked, your favourite foods, what you guys did that day, hell he brings you into practically anything it’s kinda annoying. ‘Oh YN loves that drink’ ‘Oh can you buy one for YN too?’ ‘Hey, this is YN’s favourite song!’ ‘Hey don’t touch that, it's for YN’” Heeseung said in a mocking tone, his hands coming up to mimic small puppets pretending to be Jake.

“Really? You’re probably exaggerating, me and Jake aren’t even that close.” you commented

“Trust me YN, you don’t live with that guy. I feel like I’m even in on your whole friends-with-benefits situation by how much I know about you. Seriously I think he's obsessed-” 

“What’cha guys talking about!” you were too engrossed in your conversation you hadn’t noticed that Jake had left Jay and his friends to come join you. 

You shot a glare at him before tilting your head down at your drink “Oh you know, just keeping myself entertained” you replied before whipping your head up “Since you were obviously, pretty busy.”

Before Jake could defend himself, Soobin drunkenly called out from the kitchen “Hey guys! Who wants to play spin the bottle!” his words slurred as he held up an empty beer can. 

Great, drunk college students and spin the bottle, what could go wrong? 

Hesitantly you and Jake made your way to the circle formed on the floor sitting across from each other while everyone else gathered in.

“Okay, so the rules are: you kiss or you drink. Three shots worth of soju may I mention! Who wants to go first?” Soobin asked gesturing to the bottle

“Oooh me me me!” Yuna replied eagerly before placing the bottle down and spinning it, landing on Jisung. One after the other everyone took turns spinning the bottle whilst the rest of the crowd let out shouts and claps of encouragement. You frankly thought this whole thing was stupid. I mean, spin the bottle? What was this a cheesy highschool movie? The bottle eventually reached Karina, she took it in hand and spun it vigorously.

Karina, god how could you even begin to describe Karina? Yoo Karina was top of her class in rhythmic gymnastics, led the student body org, and not to mention was absolutely drop. dead. gorgeous. You concluded in your mind that anyone who got to kiss that woman would be the luckiest person on earth, but that was before the bottle landed on Jake. 

“Well pucker up loser” Karina said before moving towards Jake to grab his face and press her lips onto his. You tried to cheer and clap with the rest of the group but you couldn’t ignore the dreadful feeling of your heart dropping to the floor. Pulling away from Karina, you couldn’t brush off how Jake’s eyes immediately came into contact with yours causing your pupils to dilate slightly before you shot your head down to the ground. 

Why the hell did you even care this much, wake up YN! It’s Jake, so he kissed another girl, who cares? You guys aren’t even exclusive, pull yourself together! You quickly shook off the awful feeling in the pit of your stomach and joined in with the others chanting “Spin, spin, spin!” as Jake whirled the bottle around with a quick flick of the wrist.

The bottle seemed to spin in slow motion before coming to a reaching its delayed halt and pointing directly at you. Oh fuck. 

You braced yourself for the awkward aftermath of the kiss you were bound to face later tonight, god how were you even supposed to face Jake after this? I mean yeah you guys had sex, but you would argue kissing is far more intimate. Your gaze lingered on jake and you watched how his eyes widened in anticipation, his hand again reaching to the nape of his neck absently while the other grabbed the red solo cup and-

Wait what, Jake was taking the drink?

Let it be known that Jake Sim had an infamous reputation of never drinking at parties, for a while people thought he was heavily religious; until it was revealed by sunghoon that in highschool Jake was unexpectedly a huge party animal and no one could possibly keep him away from a beer. Getting into college, he apparently tried to drop the heavy drinking and decided to take his athlete career more seriously. If you were to take Jake's drink at a party you would find either 1 of 3 things: coke zero, a mixture of random fruit juices from a punch bowl that 80% of the party did not touch, or kombucha (surprising to say the least). Yet there he was, drinking about 3 shots worth of soju all in one go. All to avoid kissing you. great.

A pit formed in your stomach as the loud chants seemed to die down, somehow this made you feel like the world's biggest loser. Was kissing you that bad? Hell he was in between your thighs half the time but he would rather drink than kiss you? Why didn’t he kiss you? Why did you want him to kiss you?

Jake let out a slight groan after downing the drink whole, the circle erupted into laughs and whoas but he could only focus on the one person who hadn’t said anything, the one person who was staring straight at him in what Jake could only assume was a mixture of disbelief and anger. Fuck, this totally did not go to plan. Why was she mad? I mean you didn’t say you were mad, but the look in your eyes somewhat gave it away. Jake thought the last thing you wanted to do was kiss him, I mean this whole time you would preach about how you guys were strictly casual and how you wanted nothing to do with him romantically. Jake thought he would save you the trouble, and partly save himself from the prolonged silences on the walk back to your dorm. It’s not like he didn’t benefit from this too I mean, Jake totally could go without kissing you. It’s not like it was a piece of intimacy your “relationship” lacked, not like it was the one thing he’d been longing for. Yep, totally not. 

You broke the gaze abruptly when you soon realised how long you’d been staring. Fuck did he notice? He definitely did. Your eyes now fixated on the floor while he stared off awkwardly to the side.

“Your turn YN!” Yuna cheerfully said handing her the bottle, her breath reeked of alcohol it was making you dizzy.

“Uh I think I’ll skip, I’ve had enough drinks for tonight” you replied, accompanied by a nervous chuckle. God, why was the room suddenly spinning? “As a matter of fact,” you quickly got up from your position slowly moving away from the circle, “I think I need to use the bathroom, I’ll sit out this round, you guys can continue though”

“Okay!” Yuna responded, obviously she was too wasted to notice the hesitation lingering in your voice.

You quickly stole a glance at the group behind, more so at the man you were sitting across from a minute ago. Lo and behold, Jake was laughing hazily and chanting encouragements with the others as Ryujin and Hyunjin messily made out. His eyes had a shine which was all too familiar to you, his grin was one you recognised countless times before, and to your dismay: he was completely unaffected by the whole situation.

Great, so he couldn’t give less of a fuck. You thought to yourself. Normally this would be a relief to you, I mean you said yourself you wanted something casual, but if that was the case why did you feel so embarrassingly hollow and empty inside?

You groggily stumbled away from the corner of the room and headed over to the kitchen, maybe a drink would drown out the noises of them chanting “Kiss kiss kiss” Pft, what are they grade schoolers? You snatched a red solo cup and started pouring whatever alcohol was closest in reach, vodka, tequila, soju, beer, you did not give a fuck. You downed the drink whole, slightly gasping for air as you polished it off. Grabbing for another bottle, your hands seemed to meet another. Looking up to see who had a shared interest in… absolut vodka? God you hated that shit, but well right now it seemed tolerable, however you were greeted by the disappointing sight of none other than: Seunghan.

God what was Seunghan doing here, he didn’t even fucking go here. To give some context, Seunghan happened to be your last boyfriend; a senior you used to date who at the time was a huge ego boost to you since you were a year younger. But you inevitably broke up with him before he left for university, even though you promised you would try and make things work long distance. Hell who were you kidding, staying with a highschool senior as a college freshman? Who would want to do that? The last excuse you could spit back at his pathetic face while ending things was “You aren’t even a good fuck” safe to say that bruised his ego a bit.

“Hey YN” he looked at you with an expression you can only make out as: egoistic. You wanted to smack that smug grin off his face, but you weren’t really the one with the upper hand here. I mean who wouldn’t smirk at the sight of their highschool ex absolutely fucking hammered at a college party.

“Hi” you replied coldly, his grip on the alcohol bottle slightly loosened, which you took as an opportunity to snatch out of his hand and pour yourself another drink (probably double of what you were originally planning to pour)

“So,” He paused for a second waiting for you to finish drinking “How's it going, what are you doing here?”

“I kinda go here.” you said in between sips “and shouldn’t I be asking you that, you don’t even go to Decelis.”

“Well someone’s hostile” he let out a chuckle, face still smug “Ah yeah, my friend Soobin, actually invited me. Swim team captain, ring a bell?”

“That's nice Seunghan” your face obviously painted that you didn’t really think so. You started to slowly make your way to the bathroom, not knowing how much longer you could stand being in the same proximity of this asshole.

“Is that it?” Seunghan called out expectantly. What the hell did this man want jesus. You could feel your anger just about boiling over, that and the 4 cups of alcohol in your system just about tipped you over the edge”

“What the hell do you want, Seunghan? An apology? You see me after what 2 years and expect to coax an apology out of me? Yeah not happening. I don’t even know what you’re doing here because clearly last time I checked you didn’t go to Decelis. So yeah, I don’t really know what you want from me but if it's an apology or something, sorry to disappoint.”

“Woah woah, calm down there” Seunghan said, arms up seeming to gesture he meant no harm, the smirk on his face displayed otherwise.

You were ready to spit out another insult at him, maybe add a punch into the mixture, until a pair of hands gently grabbed your shoulder. You whipped your head backwards to see Jake smiling awkwardly at Seunghan and scratching the back of his head nervously. “Sorry about that, she's kinda drunk right now so I think we’ll get going!”

You want to retort back that you aren't, but before doing so Seunghan cuts you off “who are you again.” 

Instead of the smug grin that adorned his face earlier, a weirdly serious expression was now plastered across him. Weird. Was he trying to assert dominance or something? You giggled to yourself a bit at the idea, slowly looking up at Jake to see what his response was. Maybe they would have a standoff, battle it out like in the movies. Instead a grin was still shining on his face, except something was off. His gaze looked harsher, juxtaposing the warm smile on the lower half of his face. Something behind his eyes signalled that he wasn’t going to take any bullshit, funny you thought. You weren't used to seeing this side of Jake, it was an amusing sight to say the least.

“Jake her,” he hesitated for a second “boyfriend. But I don’t think that matters really, I've gotta get YN home now” He quickly grabbed your wrist to lead you away and out the door, seemingly a bit too quick that it had you stumbling over your steps, or maybe that was the alcohol talking.

“Woww, look at that you can actually stick up for yourself! You know that was kinda funny, what were you trying to assert dominance or something? Thanks for saying you were my boyfriend though, god I don’t think he would be able to leave me alone otherwise” you said in between chuckles whilst shutting the door behind you, but jake remained silent. Weird, was he just drunk too? 

It’s not like you weren't used to the silence, hell it’s what took up most of your conversations (well lack of conversation more like). You remained quiet until the both of you got back to your dorm, you were weirdly too intimidated to say anything. Not intimidated by him, god no. More so the situation, you’d been used to the awkward silence, the post sex silences, the comfortable silences, but this was a different silence, one you weren’t really sure how to react towards. Once in your dorm, Jake finally said something to break the tension.

“Who was that guy?” he asked, gaze averted down to the floor and hand absently reaching for the nape of his neck, there he goes again you think. ”Seunghan,” you said while pulling over your tube top to change into an oversized shirt, which you realised was one you stole from Jake a while back “, just some ass I dated in highschool, doesn’t really matter.”

Jake's gaze was still stuck on the dorm carpet, his hand now picking at his cuticles. “Was he bothering you? I mean I couldn’t really tell but you looked uncomfortable, so like…yeah I don’t know”

You chuckled, cute you think. Wait fuck did you really just find what he did cute. Did you just fucking giggle. A flustered blush seems to form across your face whilst thinking of your actions. Get a grip YN it’s jake fucking sim, hes an awkward mess, an awkward mess you’re casually fucking. You can’t be doing this.

“Uh, I mean kinda. I was going to punch him so you probably saved me the collateral. Thanks though, it was nice” you said, tucking away your boots still facing away from him; embarrassed at the thought of you being the least bit flustered over his actions.

“Ah…” Jake trailed off. Fuck what was he meant to say now, well he knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask if it was weird that he called himself her boyfriend, but you didn’t seem to care so it would be weird if he brought it up now. I mean, not like he cared. a little white lie to save you some trouble, no biggie.

“Are you down to..” you asked nonchalantly, turning your head around to face him. He adorned his typical lost expression, god he was really clueless.

“You know, fuck.” you assumed it was the alcohol in your system talking, you were clearly very tipsy, that plus your pent up frustration from tonight was the perfect mixture for a good hookup. Or maybe you were just plain old horny, probably the case you thought to yourself. Definitely wasn’t the way Jake's hair was a perfect fluffy mess, or how his face seemed to have a slight glow to it (probably the drinks), or his eyes that were weirdly more iridescent than usual, yeah totally not that.

Jake's eyes widened a bit, taken aback by the request but definitely not surprised. “YN you’re drunk,” he said with a sigh, grabbing your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of your mattress, “I'd love to but, maybe next time?” he said with a gentle grin, his dimples slightly poking out.

fuck was he leaving already? Before he could go any further you quickly grabbed his wrist. Jake, startled, looked back at you like a deer in headlights. Only to be met with an equally as shocked gaze, shit all this alcohol was making your body move before you could even think.

“Uh, can you just…” you wince a bit at the thought of what would come out next, “stay. Just until I fall asleep, I feel kinda…lonely?” The end came out in a mumble as your eyes laid fixated on the floor. A blush formed across Jake's face, but he quickly snapped himself out of whatever haze he was in. She’s drunk jake. It doesn't mean anything.

He plastered on the gentle grin that adorned his face earlier, smiling at her with endearment. “Alright, uhm just scoot over a bit”

Moving awkwardly to the side to make room for Jake on the bed he shortly joined you, adjusting himself next to you moving your head to atop his arm while the other pulled you in closer allowing him to rest his chin on top of your hair. Everything about this moment felt much too intimate to be shared between two people who were just casually fucking. You could feel your heartbeat slightly quicken and your breath hitching in your throat. However as time passed on you began to feel yourself slowly relax into Jake’s touch, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of his hand combing through your hair whilst the other reached to trace circles along the small of your back. His warmth next to you felt all too natural, like this was meant to be. Like you weren’t just two strangers who decided to hook up, like you two were everything and more.

“Sometimes I wish this was real” you sighed out, clearly letting the liquor in your system do the talking

“Don’t know how hammered you got but you’re definitely not dreaming right now YN.” Jake said in a low chuckle. Fuck you could listen to his laugh for ages. 

“Not this, I mean us.” 

“Oh.” Jake could feel his body go stiff as heat rushed up to his cheeks. He knew you were drunk, but some part of him hoped this was sober you. 

“You’re too sweet for me sometimes you know? Makes me wish you weren’t my friend and my boyfriend instead, then again don’t think I’m ready for that either. Well sometimes you make me feel like I’m ready, I don’t know, it's weird. Being with you feels so…natural? Like I’ve known you since we were kids- I guess we kinda have known each other for a while, makes me regret not talking to you enough in highschool. You were always pretty cute despite being a dork” rambling on you nuzzled your head closer to his chest. Fuck Jake was practically begging you couldn’t hear the intense racing of his heart. 

“How much did you drink YN?” he stuttered out

“Oh you know, just enough to make me forget everything about that party. Stupid Seunghan ruined my night. You know when you called yourself my boyfriend, yeah I really liked that, some part of me hoped you meant it. I guess I like you a little more than I expected, super stupid right…” you said trailing off as you fell further into your slumber; words slurred as a mixture of drunkenness and exhaustion took over your body.

“You like me?” Jake asked stunned, after garnering no response he tilted his head down slightly to face you. Your face looked so peaceful sleeping he didn’t have the heart to wake you up. How cute, he thought to himself.

“Goodnight YN.” he whispered before pulling you closer to him and dozing off himself. 

As the sun rose, beams of light made its way through the curtains to shine brightly on your face rudely waking you up. You slowly opened your heavy eyelids before stretching out your arms, only to be met with the shocking sight of Jake passed out next to you. 

Jolting up immediately, you had to do a double take to make sure you weren’t seeing things. Unfortunately this wasn’t a dream and you really did wake up next to Jake Sim, this being the second time you’ve done this with no recollection of what happened the night before. Frantically you tried to recall all the events that happened after Seunghan approached you; slowly but surely everything from last night rushed back to you in an instant, including your drunken confession to Jake. 

Fuck fuck fuck FUCK. What the hell was your issue? Why would you say all that? Jesus you seriously needed to stop drinking, you always ended up in Jake’s bed hungover. God could he have remembered anything that happened last night, he couldn't have right? He was probably drunk too, fuck you hoped he was drunk. 

“YN, you’re up already?” Jake said as his hand groggily rubbed his eyes, the other reaching over to your wrist. 

“Oh uh yeah!” you replied, face flushed with embarrassment before you quickly snapped your hand away from his touch “Hey this is weird but did I happen to say anything weird last night, I was like really drunk.” You winced expecting him to answer with a harsh reminder of your drunken words but instead he only uttered a small “Nope, not anything out of the ordinary”

Sighing in relief you let out a small thank god before getting up to go get dressed, Jake shortly following you like a lost puppy. Still yawning out and half asleep he groaned out a small “Hey, what time is it, by the way?” 

“Oh um,” you quickly grabbed your phone to check “9:30.”

Jakes seemed to immediately wake up, shouting “Oh fuck, I’m late!” He quickly grabbed his belongings before rushing out the door, before haphazardly rushing back in quickly to tell you “Uhm if you need Tylenol let me know I’ll go pick it up for you, bye YN gotta go!” 

Despite being in a rush, Jake was always so attentive towards you, something you were always grateful for; another habit you grew to love about him. 

“He's so sweet” you whispered under your breath to yourself before snapping your head up to face yourself in the mirror. Splashing water on yourself you pointed at your reflection before reminding yourself how badly this would end if you kept going on with this little crush. 

You do not like Jake Sim. You will not like Jake Sim. 

Days passed and after that night it was safe to say things got pretty awkward between you and Jake. You were in desperate hopes of avoiding him any chance you got, that of course was a lost cause as you guys still were hooking up every other week. However, you made it your mission to not interact with him outside of his apartment, not in classes, not in the gym, not at parties, nowhere. This seemed to be your brain's deluded way of trying to help you get over your crush on him. 

Jake on the other hand had a sense of why you were avoiding him, the whole drunken confession probably didn’t sit right with you. Jake didn’t really want to push it and force his way into your life if you weren’t comfortable, even though he desperately missed the days you spent every second together like best friends, he knew he wasn’t in a position to be complaining. But as time went on your missing presence began to eat away at Jake’s mind, he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Which is how he ended up rushing to move seats over to sit next to you when you entered the chemistry classroom. 

“Hey YN.”

“Oh, Jake hi…”

“You ready for today’s presentation?” he asked after noticing you diligently reading over your flashcards.

“Oh god no, I’m cooked.” you replied with a nervous laugh. 

“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll do great, you always do.” Jake reassured with a warm smile. How did he always manage to say the right things? 

You flashed him a quick smile before whispering “Thank you.”

Sure enough a few minutes later you found yourself in front of the three hundred students in that lecture room trying not to stumble over your words as you presented about Electrochemistry. Everything was going fine at first, not to toot your own horn but you were pretty much guaranteed an easy A for this project. That was all until it came crumbling down. You stopped dead in your tracks as you felt a familiar warm feeling gathering between your thighs. Fuck, did you just get your period? 

“And u-uh, as I was saying…” you tried to continue the presentation and ignore the fact that your period was looming over you like the grim reaper, threatening to drip down your legs and publicly embarrass yourself in front of the whole class. 

The easy A you were so sure about now seemed out of reach as a lump formed in your throat while you stuttered with tears threatening to spill over your eyes. Quickly finishing up your half assed paragraph on Faraday’s law you bolted out the classroom the moment you were excused back to your seat. 

Rushing down the hall into the bathroom to clean yourself up, you were frustratingly met with the sight of blood stained jeans. Trying to pull down your shirt to hastily cover up the stain was no use, god out of all days to not bring an extra pad. Why did it have to be today? 

Sighing in agony you decided it would be a good idea to just head home instead of returning to class, hell you’d embarrassed yourself enough after that how could you even walk back into the lecture hall after that mess? 

Leaving the backroom with your head down and hand searching your bag hoping a spare pad would manage to appear out of thin air, you failed to notice Jake standing right in front of you (well that was until you bumped into him).

“YN, you okay?” his eyes graced with concern, oh so he’s still attentive as ever it seems. “Was it your presentation? I thought it was great-”

“I got my period.” you blurt out in a rush at the same time, eyes still stuck on the ground as you didn’t have the guts to face him right now “and like, yeah it's a mess so…I kinda just want to get home and change.” you finished with a frustrated sigh. 

“Ah I see” Jake replied before looking down to notice the dark patch on your jeans. 

Before you could go any further he wordlessly stripped off his hoodie before wrapping it around your waist. No words were spoken between you two but the tension arguably spoke much louder than words ever could. 

“I’ll come get it back later okay? Don’t worry about it” he said before knotting it a final time around your waist to secure it in place. 

“Oh, thank you Jake…” you mumbled 

“Hey YN.” he started, making you finally whip your head up to meet his eyes. His face detailed with hesitation, mouth slightly agape, eyes glossed over with doubt and hand again reaching for the nape of his neck nervously, “um, sorry it’s nothing actually- just uh, don’t be a stranger you know?” he continued with a slight shrug. So he did notice you distancing yourself. 

“Oh,” you stuttered, not really sure of what to reply with “alright…”

And with that you made your way back to the dorm, uncertainty lingering in the air around you following its way back to your dorm. Sprawling across your mattress you stared up at the ceiling lost in thought. This wasn’t going to end well. 

“YN you keep doing this!” your dance teacher snapped before banging a ruler on the metal bar in front of her. You flinched slightly as the loud bang rang through your ears before going to pause the music. 

“How many times do I have to remind you?” she let out in an exasperated sigh, fingers reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose, “your legs aren’t straight and your feet aren’t pointed either! These are basic things even beginners could get, I expect more from you! What would your mother think, hm? She invested all this money in you just for you to fall short of your abilities. You’re my top student, you cannot be performing like this when the recital is just a few months away! Pull yourself together before I choose another person to take your place, lesson dismissed.” she bellowed out before storming out the classroom. Leaving you collapsed on the ground, face flushed with disappointment as you stared at your dishevelled reflection in the mirror. 

Fuck she was right, what were you doing? You should be better than this, why weren’t you improving? God your mom spent so much time and money on this and you were just letting her down, you couldn’t do anything right. You were becoming a bigger failure than you realised and you didn’t know how to stop it. How were you meant to be the perfect ballerina when you didn’t even know how to be the perfect daughter? You knew you were better than this but why couldn’t you live up to it. Why did you keep messing up?

Slowly tears began pouring out your eyes before the practice room was practically engulfed in your sobs. You however stopped your crying when you noticed the door crack open. 

“YN?” Jake murmured out with a worried look painted across his face, “what happened, what’s wrong?” he asked while rushing over to your side. 

“Oh Jake, god please don’t look I’m a mess right now” quickly you tried to wipe your tears and nervously laugh before Jake stopped you and took your hands in his. 

“YN, honestly I couldn’t care less about how you look right now. What’s wrong? Why are you crying hm?” His face had the same serious gaze from the party when he confronted Seunghan, “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

Hearing that you finally broke down sobbing as he pulled you in closer to his chest, hand running through your hair while whispering small words of comfort. “Jake I can’t do this anymore, I keep messing up in everything I do! I don’t know why I can’t just be the person everyone wants me to be, I’m a failure.” you cried out between sobs.

“Hey hey don’t say that, look at me.” he gently took your face in his hands before tilting it up to meet his gaze, “Okay so maybe you’re not the person everyone wants you to be, and hey maybe you aren’t perfect-”

“Not helping.” you deadpanned 

“Yeah well, I wasn’t done. Point is you’re not that but, you're YN. You’re exactly who you need to be right now, and you’re doing your best. Maybe that isn’t perfect but hey nobody’s perfect, you just keep such high standards for yourself you can never get a chance to breathe. It’s okay to make a few mistakes here and there, we all do, we’re only human. If it means anything, in my eyes you’re doing everything right. You’re perfect, okay YN?” 

This only made you sob harder into his chest. Jake wasn’t complaining though, he only brought you closer and tightened his grip around you. Hands still running through your hair to lull you back into a relaxed state. 

After finally calming down you wiped the remnants of tears on your face before loosening yourself from Jake’s embrace. Awkwardly laughing before asking “Uhm, why did you come here in the first place again?”

“Oh right that. I needed to get my hoodie back and Zuha said you’d be here, didn’t really expect to see you crying all alone though” he commented with a quick chuckle 

“Oh shit yeah,” you said before reaching over to your bag to try and find his hoodie, Jake however grabbed your wrist to stop you, “Never mind that okay YN? You had a pretty rough day, let’s just get you back to your dorm alright?” 

“But your hoodie-”

“And up we go!” he exclaimed before lifting you up by the arms and pushing you to get out of that practice room. 

The walk back to your dorm was filled with Jake endlessly checking up on you, asking “Are you sure you’re okay” every five minutes. You reassured him time after time that you seriously were fine before finally losing patience and snapping “Jake Sim. If you don’t stop, I will actually not be okay.” 

“Okay okay! Just checking!” he said before whipping his arms up to feign in defeat. 

Reaching your dorm, you awkwardly stood at the doorway waiting for Jake to leave and bid you goodbye but instead he just sorta awkwardly stood there staring at you.

“Yes?”

“Oh um just- call me? If you ever need someone to talk to, you know?”

“Thanks Jake, but I’m not really looking to make my friend my pseudo therapist right now.” you joked. 

“I know I know, just reminding you. You’ve got me, ‘kay?” Jesus, you could never get over how warm his smile made you feel. 

“Alright, thanks Jake” You sighed out before slowly closing your door. After shutting it you immediately dropped to the floor, head buried into your knees. You hated this. You hated how without fail, no matter how long you avoided him, Jake Sim always managed to make butterflies spawn in your stomach and your heart to beat out of your chest. He always knew the right things to say and how to make you feel like the world stopped and purely revolved around the two of you. You hated how badly you’ve fallen for Jake Sim.

To give some preface, the only times Jake and you had kissed were: 

The first time you’d two ever hooked up when you were drunk out of your mind and too blacked out to remember a thing

The second time you’d hooked up; which technically wasn’t even a kiss because you stopped him as his lips ghosted over yours, almost connecting. You argued that it would be weird for you two to kiss since you only agreed on hooking up with each other, which you added did not involve kissing. 

You two mutually agreed that your relationship would involve no kissing between the two of you. This however did not stop the fact that Jake refusing to kiss you at the party bugged you more than it should have, leading you to blurt out on a random Wednesday afternoon: 

“You didn’t kiss me.”

Jake stopped midway through unbuckling his belt. “What?”

“I mean, at Soobin’s party, you didn’t do it” your eyes glued down to the bed sheets while your hands came up to fiddle with the ends of your hair “I mean you kissed Karina, why not me?”

“I mean…I can kiss you now if you want?”

“Yeah but then you’d only be kissing me because I asked you to do it.” you grunted out in annoyance “But when you were told to kiss me in front of others you didn’t, but you could kiss Karina so easily”

“I thought you didn’t want me to kiss you?” Jake countered, his tone becoming more argumentative. 

“When did I ever say that?” you tried to say nonchalantly, but instead your words spat out like an accusation. Fuck what were you doing? 

“Yeah okay well, kissing her meant nothing” Jake said in a bit of an exasperated sigh, his brows slightly furrowing together. Well Jake knew it wasn’t just that, but hell who was he to bring that up right now

“Yeah well, we’ve been fucking for 6 months, not like that means anything” For some reason this stung a bit for Jake, god he hated that it did.

“YN why does it matter.” he retorted back, the question coming out sharper than he intended

“Technically I’m saying it doesn't.” you let out a slightly stifled breathy laugh in an attempt to break the tension, obviously it doesn’t work “What do you not want to kiss me or something?”

No. God no it was the complete opposite. That was practically the only thing he’d thought about for the past month. But Jake couldn’t admit this now, first off to save him from looking like some desperate loser, and second: you just went on to elaborate on how kissing him meant virtually nothing to you. That them kissing was nothing. Jesus, how could he tell you only now that to him, it was something.

The silence filling the room meant one of the two things you concluded: Jake was either mustering up the courage to give you the best kiss of your life or he did not want to be anywhere near your lips. You opted for the latter.

“I’ll take that as a no.”, you swiftly got up from your previous straddled position to grab your designated ‘walk of shame’ hoodie and collect your things. Clearly, this wasn’t going anywhere. “It's fine Jake really. Just forget I ever asked. It was stupid, and uh, I’ve got practice so I think i’ll get going” you said absently while touching up your makeup

Jake hastily buckled his jeans back up and pulled his grey crewneck over his head. But you were practically out the door before he could finish. “Wait, YN…” he called out stumbling behind you trying to catch up

“Jake, seriously just drop it. It was stupid okay. And I’ve actually got a lot of stretching to do today, so I’ve gotta get going.” You attempted to make the end sound cheery and like you totally didn’t have a lump forming in the depth of your throat. To your dismay, emotions ended up getting the better of you and the words left your tongue stung with bitterness.

“YN I’m sor-” he attempted to stutter out, but you were obviously not hearing him through. “Bye Jake.” 

God, she couldn’t even look at me when leaving.

“Bye.” Jake let out defeatedly, only to be met with the slam of a door in his face.

“fuck…” you both thought.

“YN come on you’ve been cooped up in the dorm for weeks! Let’s go out tonight, I doubt Jake will even be at the party. Besides you were on my ass about not going with you last time, now the invitation is practically handed to you on a silver platter and you don’t even accept it?!” Zuha said as she rolled next to your curled up body that laid like a corpse on your bed. She was right though, you spent the next few weeks skipping all your classes and only going out to eat and go to practice that the colour from your face was practically drained. You looked like a total zombie to put it lightly. 

“Yeah I won’t, I’m not in the mood to go out tonight” 

“You’re never in the mood! Come on, what good is it to stay stuck in your room pitying yourself while bingeing K-dramas? That’s never gonna help you get over it, a couple of drinks is what you need!” you partly blamed Kazuha for your excessive drinking, she always managed to help you get out of a heartbreak by getting you blackout drunk. 

“Ugh Zuha, who's even going to be at this party anyways? Isn’t it the same old people?” you argued before pulling the covers over your head in hopes it would magically make you disappear from sight. 

“No actually it’s not, a couple of people from SM are hosting. You know, the uni Minjeong goes to? I heard SM parties are like, next level. And besides you can meet some new people, don’t you think that’s the perfect way to help you get over this loser?”

“Hey, he isn’t a loser!”, you quickly argued, springing up from your previously snuggled position, “just like- yeah anyways not the point. I guess, maybe…it would help?”

Before you could even finish your thought Zuha immediately pulled you up and sprung into action. “Okay, perfect. Here, wear this.” she said before tossing pieces of clothing at your face. 

Holding them up you weren’t even sure if she gave you a proper shirt, it was way more revealing than you were used to. “Did you cut this shirt up or something?”

“No, I didn’t you prude. And besides, don't you wanna look cute? Those SM guys won’t know what’s hit them. Trust me.” she said while absently applying lip gloss. 

Hesitantly you wiggled into the outfit before checking yourself out in the mirror. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t even convince yourself that you felt confident. Maybe some makeup would help. Propping yourself on the bathroom counter you began to cake on layers of foundation, blush, and eyeshadow. Finishing it off with a muted pink lip. 

This is good, you’re fine! You’re going to have fun tonight. You muttered under your breath, repeating it like a mantra. God you hoped you could have fun tonight. 

Entering the apartment you were immediately hit with a wave of loud music blaring through your ears, god you couldn’t even hear what Zuha was saying right next to you. She was right, SM parties are next level. You could see a couple people gathered round a table playing beer pong, seeing Minjeong and a few other familiar faces. You decided to join them, and despite being the worst one there you had to admit it was really fun. Now that a few drinks were in your system you seemed to loosen up, completely forgetting about the worries that had plagued your mind this morning. You grabbed a drink and made your way over to the kitchen where you spotted Zuha and Heeseung talking. Hold on, Heeseung? If he’s here then… 

You scanned the apartment, eyes wandering to the living room where numerous people seemed to be chatting away enthusiastically. Moving further into the area your eyes darted across each face trying to spot your target, and that was when you saw him. There he was, red solo cup in hand, looking directly at you. 

Shit, you were gonna kill Zuha, what was Jake doing here? You scrambled to try and get away from him after making eye contact, but before you could slip away you felt a hand grab your wrist. God damn it. 

“YN, can we talk?” Jake begged with pleading eyes, fuck you’d never seen him this desperate, “please.” 

You nodded your head slightly before he dragged you to an empty room.

“Okay you said you wanted to talk, so talk.” you demanded, still slightly buzzed. Your confidence fueled with alcohol and sheer pettiness

“Listen,” Jake said before pausing to collect his thoughts, “I’m sorry for, well yeah all of it. I shouldn’t have kissed Karina that night, it’s just we aren’t exclusive or anything so I figured-” 

“Yeah we weren’t, but honestly Jake I couldn’t give less of a fuck” a bold-faced lie. Jake scoffed, he was trying to patch things up and you were seriously giving him this attitude? 

“Yeah sure sounds like it” 

“Yeah I don’t, I just think it’s messed up that you don’t kiss me and then proceed to call yourself my boyfriend” 

“Please, that was because Seunghan was bothering you! What was I supposed to do just let a creep keep harassing you? Do you even remember what happened that night YN?” 

“No and as I said I couldn’t give a fuck” 

“Well, I do. You can’t just tell me you like me and pretend it was nothing” fuck so he did remember

“Okay well,” You stuttered out, anger simmering within you “I was drunk. I wasn’t in my right mind that night, so yeah it was nothing. Why does it even matter if I like you or not, you said from the start that what we had was casual.” 

God were you serious right now? Jake could feel his heart hurt a little and his previously confident stance faltering, “Yeah well we obviously haven’t been acting very ‘casual’ as of late.” 

“Why does that even fucking matter Jake, I don’t know why you care so much!” 

“Obviously because I fucking caught feelings!” Jake’s mouth seemed to work faster than his mind. Shit did he seriously just admit that. 

Everything stopped, and your gaze softened for a split second. What. He likes me? He likes me. Fuck, why would you even say all that shit in the first place? You couldn’t even sustain a casual relationship how the fuck were you meant to maintain a real one? This is stupid.

“This is stupid.” you blurt out finally “I can’t handle a relationship right now Jake, hell I couldn’t even handle a casual one. No way we could ever be a real thing.” 

“I thought you liked me.” Jake muttered

“So what if I do Jake? Look at us right now, I can’t even confess to you without running away from it. I’m not good for you Jake. I wouldn’t be able to make us work and-”

“Are you not even willing to try!?” Jake interrupted, tears slowly brimming in his eyes. Fuck, you couldn’t bear seeing him cry.

“Not if I’ll just hurt you in the process!” you shouted meeting his glossy eyes with your own “I’m sorry Jake.” And with that, you stormed past him out the room, out the door, down the stairs, and booked it back to your dorm.

Much like the first time you met, Jake Sim stood there watching you run out on him, again. Fuck.

Ice cream, americanos, and 2521.

This was how you would spend your days now that you and Jake were officially over. Well it’s not like you didn’t hangout with your other friends as well, you tried really, but even with them you couldn’t get rid of the sickeningly hollow feeling that brewed in the pit of your stomach. You felt much more content alone in your dorm room accompanied by Nam Joo Hyuk and Kim Tae Ri. Or maybe you were just trying to ignore the empty feeling in your chest for as long as you could before heading to sleep. Whether it be escapism or satisfaction, you’d become accustomed to your new little routine. That was until one fateful Saturday afternoon. 

You begrudgingly got up from your comfortable position after hearing a couple of knocks on your dorm room door. Hair a mess and wearing a 2 week old set of pyjamas, you honestly couldn’t care less who was at your door. Expecting to see Kazuha you unlocked it without thinking too much, however you were only greeted with Park Jongseong staring straight at you. 

“Oh Jay! Hey,” you exclaimed suddenly, becoming all too aware of your unkempt appearance. “What are you doing here? Were you looking for Kazuha or something because she just left for practice an-”

“Actually I’m here for you.” Jay cut in, “Could I come in?” his lips pressed together in a thin line and his hands were tucked away in his pockets.

“Oh, um” taken aback slightly by the question you stumbled over your words as he watched you expectantly “...yeah yeah sure, it’s sorta a mess though.” you admitted before moving aside to let him in. 

“So, what’s up?” you exhaled before returning to your position leaning back on your headboard

“Have you um, talked to Jake at all recently?” 

And there it was. Fuck you knew he would ask about Jake. “No, actually.” “Ah yeah, I figured.” his eyes still awkwardly scanning the room “He’s been kinda out of it too, not really going to out with us anymo-”

“If you’re just here to tell me about how badly I hurt him, you can save it.”

“Wait wait no I wasn’t! Just, okay- hear me out” he reasoned before grabbing a chair to sit in front of you 

“I know you guys had that whole argument before. And I don’t blame you, I probably would've been pissed too. But as I said, Jake is an absolute mess. And in no way am I here to make you feel bad for him, or anything! Just like- YN I’ll be straight with you. Jake has never liked a girl this much. Like, ever.”

Feeling your heartbeat flutter more ever so slightly, you glanced up to make eye contact with Jay. “Ah…”

“Yeah and, considering the fact I had to basically nurse him through his first breakup in highschool where he claimed his life was over. I think I’m a pretty reliable source right now. Point is, Jake was like head over heels over you. Still is. Despite being really tired from practice he would always try and run to the convenience store to stock up on your favourite foods. And even before you guys started this whole thing, the day you ran out of his dorm room, I swear that man was an inconsolable mess. Every moment not spent with you, he spent with us talking about how much fun he had with you.” he paused briefly to let you soak in all the things he had just admitted

“And I know I don’t know you as well as he does, nor am I close with you like, at all. But from the look in your eyes you had whenever you were with him, I think you liked him a lot too. And just saying, I don’t think Jake is totally opposed to the idea of you guys dating even after that whole incident at the party. He’s still willing to try…” he trailed off before getting up from his previously sat position, “He’s playing in tonight’s game so, think about it?” he concluded with a slight shrug

Quite honestly you were at a loss for words here, I mean you knew Jake liked you but you didn’t truly know the extent of it. You were obviously still scared about meeting Jake again but a small part of you had hope he was still as forgiving as Jay claimed.

“Thanks Jay, I’ll see.”

This was a bad idea. 

You couldn’t believe Jay Park had convinced you to dress up all pretty just to sit through an insufferable game of soccer where you had no idea what was going on. Well, he didn’t really tell you to do all that, but you reasoned to yourself passing the blame would probably make you feel better about the fact that this was how you were spending your Saturday night. 

Legs crossed over each other and eyes shooting across the field, you couldn’t really make out anything that was happening. Despite going to a university for sports you sadly had no interest in anything that involved throwing, kicking, or hitting balls around a large empty space. 

You were internally debating whether any of this was worth it in the first place, the game was almost over there was so there was really no harm in leaving now anyways. That was until your eyes locked with an awfully familiar face. There he was, clad in a navy blue jersey, sweat making his skin glisten and a few strands of hair stick to his forehead, running across the field chasing after the ball. And just like that, you felt like you fell for Jake Sim all over again. 

You could deny that even if you had no interest in the sport, Jake made it look infinitely exhilarating. Suddenly drawn in you found yourself at the edge of your seat the entirety of the last half of the game, cheering and clapping whenever Decelis scored a point. It was the final few minutes and Decelis and SM were neck and neck, both scoring a total of 10 points each. 

The ball spiralled across the field before landing in front of Jake. Steps fueled with determination he dribbled the ball further and further across the court with speed and intensity you’ve never witnessed before. Fire blazing with every step he took, he skillfully planted his foot on the ball before striking it in the opposing team's goal post. 

“And a score from Jake Sim! Ladies and gentlemen with only 20 seconds remaining of the game we may have our winners!” The commentator's voice echoed across the stadium, the crowd erupting into shouts and cheers. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the referee finally blew the whistle to announce the end of the second half, crowning Decelis the official winners of this match. The team rushed towards Jake before engulfing him in hugs and showering him with compliments. Jake let out a wide grin in response, his smile beaming brightly across the field. You missed seeing that side of him.

Making your way down the stadium steps, you rushed over to the field in hopes to catch him before his team swept him away. Unfortunately, around 20 other people seemed to have the same idea as you. Being drowned out by the crowd gathered around Jake Sim you somewhat lost hope in any chances of you speaking to him tonight. It’s fine, right? You had plenty of other chances to talk to Jake. However, whether it be fate working in mysterious ways or the glint of your silver hair clip, Jake's eyes caught sight of someone tucked away behind the crowd. 

Recognising you instantly, his heart began to palpitate ever so quickly and the confidence he adorned earlier vanished in an instant. Not wanting to ignore the other people surrounding him he mouthed a quick “Wait” before politely finishing up his conversation with the rest of his team. 

Pushing slightly through the slowly diminishing crowd Jake made his way towards you and tried to ignore the way his hands instantly became clammy while his heart was beating out his chest. Mustering every bit of courage he had left of him he let out a strained “Hey YN.”

“Hi Jake,” you started awkwardly, “Could we um, talk for a bit?”

“Yeah sure but-” he reached to the nape of his neck beginning to look around, “maybe not here? We could go back to my apartment if you want, the guys are going to the afterparty and I’m not really interested.”

“Oh uh,” your heart jumped a bit at his sudden request but after calming yourself down you responded, “yeah, sure. That sounds good.”

The walk back to his place was admittedly one of your more awkward ones, silence filling the atmosphere as you two were both obviously too scared to start any conversation before reaching his apartment. Said silence remained as you made your way into his building, following him around while your eyes layed fixed to the floor. 

Clearing his throat as he shut the door, he decided he should be the one to break the awkward tension between you two. “You wanted to talk to me about something?” 

“Oh right. Um about the other night, I’m really sorry I just…” all the lines you had practised earlier in the shower now had completely slipped your mind, leaving you to run short of things to say, standing there after an uncomfortably long pause. 

“YN it’s fine, I totally understand you not wanting anything between us anymore I get it really-”

“NO THAT’S NOT IT!” hands reaching up in front of your chest before you noticed how disastrously frantic you sounded, “What I was going to say was-” you started before letting out a deep breath. God you really had to get a hold of your nerves.

“What I wanted to say was, well what I’ve been planning to say- is that I was wrong. And I’m sorry for saying all that shit that night, I was scared shitless if I’m gonna be honest. Also admittedly, really buzzed. That obviously doesn’t really make up for it, but, yeah. Anyways– I’m getting side tracked.” you mumbled before shaking your head to snap yourself back into it.

“I told you before, but I have a very big problem with running away from anything that doesn’t have a solid 100% success rate. And relationships kinda are a big part of that? I think I’m seriously out of my mind for saying this, and hell all of this seems incredibly crazy to me. But I just…have to get it out. I’m willing to bet on, maybe not a 100% percent success rate for you Jake. I don’t care if it’s 10, 20, 30 or in the negatives. I’m willing to take that risk for you Jake.”

One beat passed, then two, then another. You stood there in agony waiting for Jake to respond with anything. A yes, a no, a laugh in your face, god you just wanted him to speak. 

“Please say something” you winced. 

“Sorry I’m just- I just- well I’ve never really had anyone ask me out before? So, I kinda am at a loss for words right now, you know?” Jake paused to look up at your hopelessly distraught image, “You are asking me out… right?”

“Yes…I think so and I’ve truthfully never done this either.” you replied sheepishly, eyes still stuck on the hardwood flooring. 

“Well YN,” his hand reached for your chin to lift your head upwards so you were eye level with him, “I would love to go out with you.” he said with a gentle smile. The same smile that had you weak in the knees everytime. 

“Oh thank fuck.” you sighed out in relief. Jake couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of all tension leaving your body. He moved his body closer to you to corner you against the kitchen countertop before moving in to whisper, “Can I do this now?”

“Do what?”

“This.” and with that he slowly closed the distance between you two to press his lips gently on top of yours before his hand reached over to cup the back of your head. It took a moment for you to register what he was fully doing, but as if he had full control over your body you melted into the kiss like butter. Lips moving feverishly against his, your hands reached over to grab his arm and pull him even closer towards you. There was barely breathing room between the two of you, your bodies moving perfectly in sync. Sighing into the kiss as his mouth parted against yours; you swore you weren’t religious but if this was what heaven felt like, you were willing to rethink your choices. 

Slowly parting from him, his lips seemed to still chase after yours as if it was attached to your mouth with a string. You let out a small giggle, redirecting your gaze at his eyes. They were glistening with a warmth you’d seen countless times before, except this time you truly knew it was meant for you. You moved your arms over to loop around his neck whilst cocking your head to the side in amusement. 

“Guess people can’t call you a loser now?” 

“You know damn well I never was,” he chuckled out, tone still low and hushed, “C’mere” he exhaled before kissing you again with even more passion and intensity than before. You smiled into the kiss allowing him to manipulate your body like butter. 

Who knew the physics nerd had it in him huh?

thoughts frm yuya 💭 hai everyone! omg this is finally out 😭 i think i grinded this fic out in like a week so i do apologize if it's bad 🙏 anyways i hope you guys enjoy it since it's my first really long fic ^^ i said this before but i'll prob go on a short hiatus since i've got my finals coming up, maybe coming back by the end of may or middle of june? nonetheless I will still try and be active on here, just no posting or new works, but i might try to queue some works up so TT hope you guys enjoyed the fic >< feedback and reblogs appreciated !

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ema’s fic rec’s ₊˚⏃⊹!

i decided to make a lil’ masterlist of fics i thoroughly enjoyed for you guys to also read and support these amazing authors <3 make sure to give them lots of feedback and love; do not be a silent reader T-T! also, there will be no social media aus or smut in any fics below. have fun!!

★ = ALL TIME FAVORITE !!

ENHYPEN !

⚠︎ yang jungwon:

http-do-you-luv-me? ★!!! (16k, jock won, e2l, f, a)

i have reread this masterpiece countless times and it’s p much my comfort fic T-T i could rant about it forever, even if u dont read enha/longfics just read RNNN, all time fav fs <3

for any price ★ (9.4k, assassin won, f, a)

saw assassin and clicked immediately jshsjs, very unique and exciting!! plus yeonjun is featured.. *stares*

in your dreams ★ (10k, dreamwatcher? won, e2l, f, a)

you cannot find any other fic like this one, very creative idea and has a bit of everything !!

love that blooms (demigod au, f)

chasin’ your pretty thoughts (22k, mindreader won, f, a)

lost cause (8.5k, classmate won, f, a)

would you be so kind? (3.7k, classmate won, f)

crepuscule (11.5k, vampire won, f, a)

closer (4.7k, ravenclaw won, f, a)

war tactics and kisses (demigod au, f)

attention, please! (9k, jock won, f, a)

⚠︎ lee heeseung:

always been you (16.5k, badboy/bestfriend hee, f)

my camp counselor is kinda hot (demigod au, f)

attention, please! (8k, jock hee, f, a)

⚠︎ park jay:

study lessons (12.3k, jock jay, f, a)

⚠︎ sim jake:

none for now <\3

⚠︎ park sunghoon:

the 7th sense (10.3k, dragon hoon, f, a)

marriage discount (2k, fake dating, f)

reasons to date (2.8k, classmate/friend hoon, f)

enchanted (3k+ ongoing series, prince hoon, f)

⚠︎ kim sunoo:

none for now <\3

⚠︎ nishimura riki:

sixteen eighty-five ★! (6k, e2l jock/newsclub riki, f, a)

another all time fav, everything about it is just what i enjoy in a fic and i could reread it over and over <33 niki is so mean but then so nice it’s just auhsjs aww

dear bus-noona ★ (0.8k, stranger riki, f)

i barely read short drabbles, but this was absolutely adorable and had me laughing and smiling even with just 800 words <3

kitty got your tongue (14.6k, assassin riki, f, a)

sucks to be you, sleepyhead (demigod au, e2l f)

all i want for christmas is you (5.4k, e2l, fake dating, f)

attention, please! (10.8k, jock riki, e2l, f, a)

lucky charm (2.6k, classmate riki, e2l, f)

behind the net! (9.8k, jock riki, team manager reader, e2l, f, a, plugging my own fic cuz why not)

⚠︎ ot7:

silenced ★! (20k+, zombie apocalypse series)

i just love apocalypse aus so when i found this i KNEW i’d love it <3 the boys are all so loveable and unique in their own ways and mc is so chill but also a badass <3 very high recommend!!!!

TXT !

⚠︎ choi yeonjun:

steal my heart (19.6k, royal + arranged marriage au, f, a)

i said “why won’t you forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)

mr. vice president (7.3k, frenemies/academic rival yeonjun, f, a)

⚠︎ choi soobin:

actions have consequences (4k, lifeguard au, f, a)

⚠︎ choi beomgyu:

the prince and the jackal ★!! (11.8k natureprince gyu, f)

AAH ANOTHER ALL TIME FAV, i could talk about it forever, but it’s just so unique and close to my heart and the bantering is so cute, idc if u dont read txt read rn it’s amazing <3

the only exception ★ (12.4k, stranger gyu, f)

this fic is just so warm and homely? it made me smile lots T-T

i said “why won’t you “forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)

favor (4k+ twoshot, classmate gyu, f, a)

⚠︎ kang taehyun:

none yet <\3

⚠︎ huening kai:

none yet <\3

EXTRA ! (i don’t read bts anymore, but i wanted to include these since they’re still favs of mine!)

so you wanna be the best ★ (8.1k, POKEMON TRAINER JUNGKOOK! f)

I GREW UP WITH POKEMON, DIGIMON ALL THAT. so when i saw this??? i genuinely screamed this. one is vv close to my heart <3

lifeguard ★ (12.6k, lifeguard jungkook, f)

this fic will get you to giggle at least once, istg one of the funniest fics i’ve read it is HILARIOUS i’m not over jk putting sunscreen on mcs back and her thinking it was tae the whole time T-T

thank you for reading!! again, make sure to give the authors lots of love :D

#ema’s recs #enhypen #txt #bts #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fic recs #txt imagines #txt fic recs #bts fic recs #enhypen x reader #txt x reader #bts x female reader #kpop fic recs

[soobie-boobie]

my pretty boy - c.s.b.

- written by padfoot ♡ (3.6k words)

warnings: subvirgin!soobin x dom!reader, slight fluff, reader is afab, handjob, brief mentions of hentai, soobin is titty drunk, praising, unprotected sex (practice safe sex ya'll), reader lowkey had corruption kink, unestablished relationship, college au

synopsis: soobin, the shy, quiet, anime kid who never seems to make an impression suddenly catches his crush Y/n, the popular girl's attention.

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Choi Soobin, infamous for being the shy, quiet, anime kid at the back of the classroom who's always observing instead of speaking, and something he has observed quite a lot recently is Y/ln Y/n.

He would be lying if he said he didn't find Y/n pretty, I mean who wouldn't find her attractive? Anyone with eyes would know that Y/ln Y/n was very beautiful, hence her being one of the most popular girls in uni.

Every guy wanted her, but only a few she actually found worthy of her time. She typically went for guys like Kang Taehyun and nothing less.

Kang Taehyun was your typical college jock who was extremely attractive and popular amongst all the college girls. He could get anyone he wanted and he chose to go for Y/n.

Great. He chose to go for Soobin's crush since his freshman year of high school, just splendid.

He was convinced he had absolutely no chance to be with Y/n with guys like Taehyun as his competition. He knew he lacked compared to him and he had learned to accept it, but that doesn't mean it hurt any less.

There he was, sitting in his usual spot all the way in the back of the class, seeing the same scene unfold in front of him for the hundredth time by now, Taehyun whispering something in your ear that makes you erupt in a fit of giggles. Soobin rolled his eyes in annoyance and went back to typing in his computer, silently hoping that one day that could be him making you laugh.

What Soobin didn't know was how badly you also wanted him. How you wanted to see his pretty fucked out face, and him begging you to touch him. His eyes glisten with desire and pure lust as you proceed to ruin him, oh how it drove you crazy to think of him like that. His sensitive body squirming under your touch, you were absolutely down bad for Choi Soobin and he was down bad for you.

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(time skip: next day)

You were making your way to class as usual, but this time, you were 20 minutes early, determined to finally mutter a word to the awkward cutie whose place belonged at the back of the room.

Just as you expected, there he was, sitting at the very back looking very interested in something on his laptop. You made your way to the seat next to him, sitting down quietly. At first, he didn't notice your presence in the empty classroom with his eyes too busy glued to the computer screen. You weren't happy with the way this was going so you took matters into your own hands and leaned closer to Soobin's body.

"Hey, what are you watching?" You asked, startling the boy. He turned to look at the person responsible for startling him like that and he was met with the most unexpected, yet beautiful surprise ever, you.

It took him a second to come up with an answer having you right in front of him. You made it difficult for him to concentrate when his eyes wanted so desperately to look down at your low-cut shirt, which was revealing the sexiest cleavage he has ever seen.

"Uh- nothing... just a new anime I started watching," said Soobin, shyly looking away from your prominent gaze. You scooted your desk closer to his, making Soobin feel even more shy now that you were so close to him.

"Oh cool! Can I see?" You asked with a sweet smile causing Soobin's heart to melt on the spot. He nodded and nervously fumbled with the computer, accidentally scrolling to another window with a video of what seemed to be hentai.

The male character had his dick positioned in between the girl's massive boobs, thrusting into them with force while the girl kitten licks the guy's tip.

Soobin felt his heart fly out of his ass at what just happened, he quickly closed his computer shut and prayed to the lord you somehow miraculously didn't see. Unfortunately for him, you saw everything.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" he said, with cheeks burning red.

“Hey! It’s ok, it’s totally normal! Trust me I’ve seen worse.” You said, trying to ease the poor boy's embarrassment.

Sadly it wasn’t working as Soobin had never wanted more than to die at that very moment.

This wasn’t the way his first conversation with his crush was supposed to go! Fuck why did he have to ruin everything like always?!

You found it cute how he got so shy so easily, but you kind of wished he at least looked at you once. 

You smiled, fond of the boy’s adorable timidity, and reached your hand up to cup his soft face, placing your fingers under his chin and gently turning him to face you. Soobin felt his heart race at the feeling of your touch on his skin, immediately feeling the skin of his cheeks burning. 

“Hey, look at me. It’s fine, I’m not weirded out or anything, actually… It was kind of hot,” You admitted, letting go of his face and sitting back on your chair with a cheeky grin. Soobin’s eyes widened and his pretty pink lips parted in bewilderment. Did you really just say that?! What did that even mean?! Questions bombarded Soobin’s brain as you both held eye contact for far too long.

“Hey, Y/n! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you! What are you doing here so early?” asked none other than Soobin’s incredibly attractive roommate, Kang Taehyun. You tore your eyes away from the boy’s gaze to face Taehyun, which made Soobin feel immediate jealousy flood his body.

“Oh hey, Tae! Nothing, I just had some free time and decided to get here earlier than usual,” you replied. Soobin felt himself cringe at the pet name that came out of your mouth, envious of the boy in front of him.

You reached over to grab your bag and leave to go sit at your usual desk on the other side of the classroom, you briefly turned back over your shoulder at the cute boy sending him a subtle quick wink, making his stomach erupt in nervous butterflies. He quickly looked down at his shoes, feeling his cheeks heat up instantly. 

Oh, how you had him in a chokehold.

 -

Soobin stepped out of the shower, shaking some of the droplets of water out of his freshly clean black hair that almost covered his eyes completely. He took his time putting on his clothing, starting with his lower body and working his way up to his upper body.

He opened the bathroom door and was met with the surprise that his roommate had left, causing Soobin to have all the dorm to himself. He excitedly prepared his laptop and got himself comfortable to continue watching the anime he had started a few days ago.

Just as he got comfortable, he heard a soft knock coming from his dorm door. He groaned, not wanting to get up to open the door for his roommate who probably locked himself out again. He slowly got up and made his way to the door, reaching out for the knob to twist it open.

“Taehyun, I told you the key is under the ma-” 

Soobin words were caught in his throat as his eyes met with your beautiful ones, what were you doing here? You were standing there smiling up at him looking beautiful as always, he could only wonder why you came to his dorm, maybe you came to see him?

“Oh- Hey! Is Taehyun here?” you asked sweetly. Soobin felt his heart shatter with your question. Of course, you were here to see his stupidly attractive roommate who happened to also be into you. Why would you ever come to visit him, that’s dumb.

“Uh- no. He’s probably at the gym or something,” Soobin replied sadly, looking down towards his feet. Your smile widened, earning a confused stare from Soobin.

“Good,” You simply said before grabbing the boy by his shirt and placing a light kiss on his lips. It took a while for Soobin to fully comprehend what happened, but when he did his cheeks flushed a bright pink shade, popping out more due to his pale skin. You grinned sweetly up at him before turning around to make your way back to your dorm.

Soobin refused to let you go. He refused to let you vanish into a faint useless memory of you, he couldn’t just let the love of this life leave like that. This was his moment to prove to you that he can be everything you wanted, that he is completely yours.

“Wait!” pleaded Soobin, gripping your arm to hold you back. “Stay… please,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper. Hearing his words made your heart clench inside your chest, “I won’t go, not until you tell me to” you replied, cupping his soft cheek delicately. Soobin closed his eyes, trying to remember this moment forever. Part of him couldn’t believe this could be true, you standing here telling him these beautiful words, it was all too overwhelmingly precious to him. He had dreamed and hoped for you to notice him one day, and it seems like someone heard his desperate pleas, and he will forever be thankful.

You admired the boy in front of you, his porcelain white skin, his pretty heart-shaped lips that had a natural pink flush to them, his shiny brown eyes that could most likely hold the whole galaxy in them, his soft black locks, and that smile... oh how you loved his smile. Everything about him was so fucking perfect to you. 

You loved him.

You knew you did.

Your heart called for him and if you have learned anything from anyone it's to always follow your heart and right now… you’re heart leads you to Choi Soobin. You always knew he was the one for you ever since you first saw him in your first-year chemistry class during high school, you were enthralled by the boy's natural beauty and shy nature that led you to have a massive crush on him.

While looking into his eyes you were determined to make him yours for the night, and hopefully, if you played your cards correctly, maybe even forever. The mere thought of that had you already very excited.

"Y/n" whispered Soobin in a breathy voice.

Oh, how your name sounded so pretty coming from his perfect pouty lips. It was something you just wanted to listen to over and over again like a cd on a broken radio.

"Yes, Soobin?" you replied in the same faint whisper, stroking his soft cheek gently while looking him in the eyes.

"Kiss me," he answered desperately, his shiny eyes glistening with desire as he breathed out those two short words that made your knees weak at the mere thought of kissing his plush pink lips.

You wasted no time giving him what he wanted as you softly touched his lips, connecting you once again. You placed Soobin's arms around your waist as you went up to messily tangle your hands in his soft black locks. The feeling of his soft lips combined with the taste of him quickly became addicting, like tasting a drug you knew was highly intoxicating.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but escalated into a passionate and fiery make-out as Soobin pulled you into his dorm room, shutting the door with his foot. He moved you towards his bed, setting you down in a position where you were straddling him. Before this could escalate any further you parted your lips from his, making Soobin whine.

"Are you sure you want this?" you asked the boy, knowing he was still a virgin.

Soobin frantically nodded his head, but that didn't cut it for you. You needed to hear him say it.

"Soobin, I need you to use your words, love," you whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and making the blood rush straight to his growing arousal.

"Fuck, I do. Please y/n, I want you to fuck me," Soobin whined back, desperately wanting you to be the one who ruins him completely.

Hearing him whimper and beg you to fuck him felt surreal to you. He looked so pretty when he was desperate for your touch, and you can tell it won't take you long until you came undone for him.

You wrapped your arms around Soobin's shoulders, pulling him into a sloppy, hot kiss. You directed your kisses down his jawline and neck, sucking softly on his silky skin. Soobin gasped at the feeling of your warm lips on his sensitive skin, making him throw his head back when you started sucking reddish marks on his neck. Something about being marked by you drove Soobin crazy, the idea of waking up tomorrow to your love bites sprinkled across his neck made him really hard for you.

It turned you on how sensitive Soobin was to your touch, squirming and whimpering at every movement you made. You made sure your movements were skillfully thought of, wanting his first time to go perfectly.

“Tell me what you want me to do, love,” you asked, slightly gliding your tongue from his neck, up until his ear, earning a soft moan from him.

“I want you to touch me please… it hurts too much,” replied Soobin with his eyes closed and breathing uneasily. You thought he couldn’t look better pouting his pretty lips as he begs to be touched. You contained yourself from wanting to tease him more, remembering that you’re his first ever experience.

It gave you a sense of pride knowing that he chose you to be the one to ruin his innocence, it made your ego skyrocket as no one else has ever had the chance to see precious little Soobin in this state but you, and you were determined to keep it that way no matter what.

“As you wish, pretty boy. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me m’kay?” You asked in a sultry manner, reassuring him that it’s okay to speak up if anything makes him feel uncomfortable.

“M’kay” answered Soobin, wearing a faint smile that made your heart melt into a puddle. You reciprocated his smile, and went back to nibbling gently on his neck and jaw. You slowly trailed your hand from his shoulders, down to his lower abdomen, then finally to the place where he needed it the most.

Soobin’s breath hitched in his throat, god he was so sensitive. You started moving you’re hand slowly against his clothed crotch, causing Soobin to gasp and throw his head back with a soft groan that went directly to you’re dripping arousal.

“Oh fuck y/n! oh god it feels so good.” he moaned out euphorically, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

As you continued going slowly, you felt Soobin’s hips start grinding against your hand, prompting you to go faster. Soobin was convinced he was in heaven by now, this was way better than anything his hand could every do.

You moved from kissing his neck to kissing his lips. The way he moaned and whimpered into your mouth had you sure you’d cum untouched at any moment. You felt his hips twitch and his breathing getting more and more uneasy. He became a whimpering mess, moaning your name over and over again in a high pitched tone.

“You’re doing so well for me, my pretty boy. Moaning my name so fucking pretty.” you praised, making him whine at your approval.

“Ah shit, y/n m’ close,” said Soobin, closing his eyes shut and his mouth gaping open as he felt his rapid orgasm approaching. You felt bad for doing so but you halted your movement on his crotch, making Soobin’s eyes snap open.

“Wha-?” he asked, trying to recover from the immense pleasure he just experienced.

You swiftly took your shirt and jeans off, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. Soobin’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the gorgeous sight before him.

"Trust me, this will feel much better," you replied confidently, making Soobin even more smitten by you.

In all the many fantasies he’s ever had about you, none of them even came close to giving you justice for what you really looked like.

You looked otherworldly.

He was convinced there was no one out there who looked sexier than the woman standing right in front of him.

Soobin undid his pajama pants and boxers and slid them off impatiently. He was far too excited to finally have his moment and spend it with none other than the love of his life.

You were taken aback by Soobin's actual size, contrasting with his shy, quiet self, his size said otherwise. He was so big, and you weren't gonna lie, it was pretty intimidating... but so hot.

He looked far more gorgeous than you ever imagined. His pale skin flushed in pretty pink splotches, his hair slightly messy, his slender softly-toned body, and his lips all red and swollen. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, and the best part was... he was all yours.

You slid off your underwear, tossing it away carelessly and going down to straddle him again. You could tell that Soobin was nervous, so you placed a sweet kiss on his forehead, smiling down into his eyes.

"Babe, relax for me." You said, gently stroking his cheek. Soobin smiled at your cute gesture and you could tell his nerves calmed down a bit.

"I'm gonna go down, okay?" You asked beforehand. He mumbled back a quiet "m'kay" before you placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered your body, earning a loud gasp from Soobin.

"Oh my god, fuck!" He moaned out in a breathy voice while throwing his head back, making your knees weak.

Soobin felt in heaven, you were so wet and warm it made it very difficult for him to stand not cumming on the spot by simply just that.

When he thought it couldn't get better, you started moving up and down on his dick, making his eyes roll to the back of his head in pure ecstasy.

"Ah fuck y/n, god I love you so fucking much," He managed to whimper out before his mouth fell agape and his mind went fuzzy from the immense pleasure.

You moaned out in response, his words adding to your euphoric state. His dick hitting all the right spots, plus his beautiful whimpers made your body and mind feel on cloud nine.

"Fuck Soobin, you feel so good. You're doing so good for me," you moaned out, making the boy blush in embarrassment. He then reached a hand towards your back and easily undid your bra, sliding it off of you to then throw it somewhere carelessly in the room.

He grabbed one of your boobs and started fondling it while placing the other in his mouth, making circular motions with his tongue. You arched your back and threw your head back at the sensation. You looked down to see Soobin's shiny doe eyes staring up at you while nuzzling up in your breasts, making you let out a throaty groan. He looked way too pretty in between your tits, you wished he could stay like that forever.

One of your movements caused Soobin to audibly moan, sending vibrations to your tit which made you let out a cry of pleasure.

"Fuck y/n, I'm really close, holy shit," He whimpered out in a high-pitched tone. You felt his hips start to stutter and his whimpering got much louder, he threw his head back with eyes tightly shut, his mouth fell open and his breathing got more and more irregular.

Soobin felt his mind reach places he didn't even know were possible. the way you were fucking him made him feel like he was so close to heaven. This was exactly how wonderful he had imagined his first time to be, and he's glad he went through it all with you.

His mind started clouding up with the feeling of his intense orgasm, he felt his skin erupt in goosebumps and his whole body flood with immense pleasure.

You felt him cum inside you, filling you up completely just as you'd always fantasized about, making it trigger your own orgasm. You reached down to meet Soobin in a sloppy kiss while you came on him, causing Soobin to shudder.

After riding out both of your intense highs, you both collapsed on the bed, Soobin immediately engulfing you in a tight hug nuzzling his head on the crevice of your neck.

"I mean what I said y'know," whispered Soobin, lifting his head out of your neck and looking into your eyes adoringly, "That I love you." You smiled at the boy and ran your hand through his damp hair.

"I do too, my pretty boy," You replied, making Soobin blush madly at your cute pet name for him. "So, how was your first time?" You asked with a shit-eating grin.

"It was incredible, we need to do that more often," said Soobin with wide eyes and an innocent smile, making you fall in love with him all over again.

"I'm glad... and don't worry, I have a lot in store for you, love," You said with a cheeky wink.

"Can't wait!" replied Soobin, nuzzling himself back into your neck, leaving sweet little kisses on it.

"Goodnight my angel," was the last thing you whispered before you both fell into a deep slumber in each other's embrace.

-

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#kpop smut #tomorrow by together imagine #txt moa #soobin #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #moa

[hannie-dul-set]

— arranged by: member (eldest to youngest) | date (latest to oldest) | type (full-length to drabbles to blurbs) i don’t recommend reading my older works because they’re terrible. still putting them on here for the sake of bookkeeping | last updated: 23.12.18.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. GENERAL WARNINGS. too much swearing, references to/jokes about sex but i will not write smut, an awful amount of secondhand embarrassment, all of the boys are pathetic (check each chapter for specific warnings). WORD COUNT. (currently) 22k.

PATIENCE, PATIENCE. cocky jock (who loses that cockiness around you) x reserved student librarian (who loses that cool because of him).

PAIRING. sim jaeyun x reader. GENRE. humor, fluff. WARNINGS. swearing, making out, secondhand embarrassment, a good amount of public indecency. WORD COUNT. 1.5k.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH CEO PARK? sunghoon as your boss who’s a little weird, a little too in love, and who doesn’t understand the concept of workplace boundaries.

PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader. GENRE. ceo! sunghoon and secretary! reader, humor, romance. WARNINGS. swearing, sunghoon being a weirdo, a misplaced marriage proposal. WORD COUNT. 1.3k.

YOU(R SHOELACES ARE PRETTY). park sunghoon is a rizzless loser pass it on.

PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader. GENRE. fluff, meet cute. WARNINGS. swearing, secondhand embarrassment because sunghoon doesn’t know how to to talk to cute people. WORD COUNT. 706.

CITRUS IN THE MORNING. sunghoon doesn’t believe you’re his and in his arms.

PAIRING. park sunghoon x reader. GENRE. fluff, lovestruck! sunghoon. WARNINGS. kissing. WORD COUNT. 403.

[mutual pining! au] [dark academia! aesthetic]

ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS. there’s not enough words in the dictionary to describe how jungwon feels about you.

PAIRING. yang jungwon x reader. GENRE. fluff, comfort, videocall with wonie who’s out on tour. WARNINGS. none. WORD COUNT. 441.

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST. © hannie-dul-set.

#masterlist

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ txt masterlist

━━ CHOI YEONJUN

yeonjun gets caught watching trainee!reader dance (gn reader; idol au)

he proposes (gn reader)

taking care of drunk yeonjun (male reader)

confessing after prom (male reader; high school au)

confessing to yeonjun (male reader)

exes to lovers (male reader)

studying with jock!yeonjun (gn reader; uni au)

━━ CHOI SOOBIN

soobin confesses after winning an award (gn reader; 6th member au)

comforting him when he's upset (gn reader; 6th membera u)

confessing to soobin (male reader; university au)

going on a late night walk with soobin (gn reader)

━━ CHOI BEOMGYU

taking care of beomgyu after he gets sick (gn reader; 6th member au)

playing with his hair (male reader)

ditching class to go on a date (male reader; high school au)

mornings with him (gn reader)

comforting sick!beomgyu when he misses a performance (gn reader)

━━ KANG TAEHYUN

proposing to him (gn reader)

he confesses (male reader; 6th member au)

mornings with taehyun (gn reader)

━━ HUENING KAI

kai falling asleep on you during a movie (gn reader)

friends to lovers (male reader; non idol au)

txt teasing kai about his crush (gn reader)

flustering him (gn reader)

playing with his hair (gn reader)

he falls in love with a tourist (male reader)

meeting your brother for the first time (male reader)

playing with his hair (gn reader)

giving him flowers (gn reader)

━━ HYUNG LINE (yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu)

they get sick (gn reader)

━━ MAKNAE LINE (taehyun, huening kai)

to be added <3

━━ ALL

comforting their s/o (gn reader)

surprising them at their concert (male reader; idol au)

comforting them after a bad day (male reader)

they get sick (gn reader; school au)

reminiscing on falling in love with you (male reader)

surprising them during the hybe caterers game (male reader)

babying their maknae bf (male reader; 6th member au)

babying txt (male reader; 6th member au)

celebrating with them (gn reader)

their bf wearing another member's clothes (male reader)

kisses with txt (gn reader)

domesticity with txt (gn reader)

petnames txt calls you (gn reader)

pulling txt into kisses (gn reader)

━━ PREFERENCES

taller or shorter bf (male reader)

━━ HEADCANONS

your first date (gn reader)

SERIES

[high school au] confessing to yeonjun (male reader) (completed) part 01 / part 02

#xiao.txt #txt x reader #txt x male reader

[staytiny-angel]

This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race - SKZTXTEEZ College AU

Coffee's For Closers - Hyunjin/Felix/OC - Coffee Shop AU. Hyunjin is heartbroken when he finds out the owners of the cute cafe he hangs out at are together, much to his surprise theirs room in their hearts and relationship for him too

It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish - Matz: Fashion Major Hongjoong/Video Game Design Major Seonghwa. Seongjoong get together when HJ was searching desperately for a model for his project and he sees nerdy but absolutely gorgeous Seonghwa in the school esports center when he was looking for his friend Yunho. (Yes there's a Yungi fic in here somewhere)

Champagne for my Real Friends, Real Pain for my Sham Friends - Jongsang: Emo Yeosang and Jock/Popular Jongho. Yeosang is a loner content with his small group of friends and his childhood friend Wooyoung, until his friend Hongjoong's new Boyfriend is being bullied by a bunch of frat brothers and the Frat's Tresurer Jongho comes to their rescue.

Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year - Woosan: Cheerleader Wooyoung/Baseball Team Captain San. After Wooyoung best friend and San's younger brother get together Wooyoung is spending more time then ever with the handsome Baseball Captain. What Woo doesn't know is that San has spent the last six months pining after the gorgeous cheerleader

I'm Not Okay, I Promise - Yungi: Oblivious Mingi/We've been Together Forever Yunho. Mingi is the last person to realize Yunho is in love with him aka Topaz get TIRED and set Mingi up on a blind date (the date is Yunho)

The Sharpest Lives - Minsung: Dance Major Minho/Underground Rapper and Music Production Major Jisung - For Minsung's story in the Emoverse...Jisung is unaware that he's in a love triangle with himself. Jisung is in love with Minho but Minho is infatuated with a rapper named J.One, (Minho does not know J.One is actually Jisung)

The (After)life of the Party - SeungIN (AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES/FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS) Seungmin and Jeongin have been FWB since Freshman year but are not *together* They are the absolute last ones to realize they've caught feelings for each other

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light em Up) - BinChan - Chan thinks Binnie is still in love with his Ex, Hyunjin, Binnie thinks Chan doesn't see he as more then a friend.

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - Yeonbin - Culinary Student Soobin/Cheer Captain Yeonjun

#skz fanfic #shai writes #SKZTXTEEZ AU #tomorrow x together #ateez #Ateez fanfic #txt fanfic

[huenation]

works in progress <3

updated: 231013

⭐️ soobin

you just transferred to this uni and he’s very popular and stands out for being tall quiet smart & HANDSOME and you’d have never talked to him first since you don’t understand the hype LOL until you get paired up for the semester project — genre: fluffy slice of life non idol au — current word count: 538 — requested! — type: one shot

⭐️ yeonjun

very popular jock yeonjun takes a chance on you (a nobody) bc of forced proximity for a class project and you’re constantly wondering whether you should let yourself get comfortable or keep your guard up (themes of locker room talk, stereotyping, anxiety, identity, insecurities, friendship, possible feelings?) — genre: fluff and angst college au — current word count: 241 — type: one shot

⭐️ beomgyu

you and bf!bg both have horrible no good very bad days the day that you’re supposed to have a big date (six month anniversary as a matter of fact…) and it ends with you in each other’s arms, singing together, limbs tangled, full of loveeee — genre: fluffy slice of life non idol au — current word count: 21 — requested! — type: one shot

my liberation notes inspired ; you and bg are childhood friends who reunite when his parents drop him off at your house to help with farming and you’re just so lonely and you can’t pursue your own career to stay helping your parents with the farm and you guess beomgyu will be enough to quell the loneliness (he agrees) — genre: soft angst comfort slice of life farmer au lol — current word count: 303 — type: one shot

⭐️ taehyun

having just transferred to this uni (maybe this should be a series LOL) you’re struggling but reach out to get tutored by your classmate th who is known for being cold and mean and doesn’t really have friends (you’re the complete opposite) — genre: fluff but lots of angst hehe — current word count: 0 but lots of momentum to start momentarily — type: one shot

⭐️ txt ; ot5

you stealing their clothes in a cute way not a >:) way — genre: fluffy — current word count: 3 bullet points in on sb LOL — requested! — type: reaction (kinda long)

date night gone wrong where you both end up on hold with a bath bomb company for two hours and trying to clean your stained bath tub and bodies — genre: pure silly fluff — current word count: 2 bullet points — type: reaction

#i have a lot more in my notes app … >:) #IF ONLY YOU KNEW HOW MANY TAEHYUN IDEAS I HAVE #feel free to ask about any of these hehe

[btxtreads]

perfectly perfect | choi soobin (2)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ↳ word count: 1.6k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin​ 💖)

“So, this is the proposed menu for the cafe,” Y/N commented, passing a sheet of paper over to Namjoon. “I just need your signature right here, Mr. Kim, and we can go bring that over to the finance for the class fund and head over to the grocery store to buy the needed items,”

Namjoon hummed as he studied the text.

Beside Y/N sat Soobin, squirming and fidgeting in his seat as he kept taking quick glances at Namjoon’s desk clock.

The teacher took a quick glance at the boy as he moved to sign the provided sheets. 

“Is something wrong, Mr. Choi?”

Soobin jumped in his seat in alarm.

“Oh, um,”

Y/N turned to Soobin with a glare, making the boy huff before shooting a smile at Namjoon.

“Is there really no other way to get that extra credit, sir?” Soobin asked, scratching his neck. “I really need to prioritize the volleyball team’s festival fundraiser,”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N sighed. “but you guys are already rich with donations from Beomgyu’s dad. What else could you possibly need the money for?”

Soobin narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“Well, if you must know,” Soobin replied. “the money isn’t enough to buy first-class flight tickets to finals for all of us,”

Y/N only blinked at him before turning back to Namjoon with a grumble.

“I swear to god, his brain is just one giant deflated volleyball,” Y/N mumbled.

Soobin made a move to reply when Namjoon cut him off.

“Well, in response to your earlier question, Mr. Choi,” Namjoon replied, amusement in his tone as he set his pen and glasses down. “No, this is the only way.”

“Guess you’re stuck with me, volleyball prince,” Y/N smirked smugly.

Soobin glared at the girl, making her chuckle under her breath.

“The prince has got claws, that’s nice to know,”

“Y/N, be nice,” Namjoon chastised before standing. “Well, if that’s all, then you can go ahead and file that at the finance. I’ve got a meeting with other class advisers.

“Right, for the festival,” Y/N sighed, taking the papers back and running through them. “Hey, Volleyball Prince, come on,”

“Stop calling me that,” Soobin sighed, running a hand through his hair and standing up to follow the girl out of the faculty.

As soon as they walked out, Soobin shot a quick smile at a group of girls huddling by the office.

The group swooned and squealed as they went past, making Y/N roll her eyes.

No conversation happened between Soobin and Y/N from then, the only noises being the shuffling of papers and squeals from schoolmates on the receiving end of Soobin’s smiles.

In replacement of the stack of papers in Y/N’s hands, she now had a stack of bills from the class fund.

“Okay, I think this is enough to last us for the whole festival day,” Y/N hummed, nodding.

“Right,”

“Okay,” Y/N said, stuffing the money in her bag. “The big grocery store is about 5 minutes away by car, let’s call an uber.”

Soobin’s head snapped over to her. 

“Wait, uber? We’re shopping now?”

Y/N blinked. “Yes. The fair is literally in two days. Ice is the only thing we’re buying on the same day.”

“Wait,” Soobin sighed before shooting Y/N his award-winning smile. “Y/N, I would really love to help you today but, I’ve got volleyball practice in 10 minutes and—“

Y/N rolled her eyes and whirled around, hand grasping Soobin’s blazer and pulling him down to her height.

Soobin’s eyes widened as he found himself face-to-face with the president’s glaring eyes.

“Listen to me, buddy,” Y/N started. “I get it that volleyball is important to you, but do not blow this for me,”

Soobin opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N only shook her head.

“No, zip it,” Y/N hissed. “You might not like this, but you got this job. Either you do it, or you don’t get your precious credits to get your precious scholarship to play your precious volleyball,”

Y/N released the boy, who slowly inched back to his regular height.

“This is the only way to get those credits,” Y/N crossed her arms. “Decide now,”

“But—” Soobin started, glancing over at the doors to the volleyball court.

So close.

He sighed, pulling his phone out with a frown.

“I’ll call the uber,”

Soobin, for the giant athlete that he was, is very childlish.

Y/N found this out when she heard him play with their grocery cart.

The boy, when bored, slumped over the grocery cart and proceeded to make silent woosh noises like he thought she wouldn’t hear.

Y/N cleared her throat as she heard him mutter “woosh” from under his breath again.

Cracking a small smile, she turned to see the boy fumble back to a stand.

“Which brand do you think seems better?” Y/N hummed, holding two bottles of whipped cream.

“Does it matter?” Soobin snorted, taking the cans. “It’s whipped cream,”

“Yes, it matters,” Y/N rolled her eyes, taking the cans away from him. “Changing the creams can change the quality of the food,”

“It’s still food,” Soobin replies before plopping himself on the cart in front of Y/N, going back to making silent woosh noises.

“You are a child,” Y/N sighed, patting Soobin’s head.

The said boy froze, glancing up to raise an eyebrow at the girl.

“Did you just pet me?”

“Like I would a five year-old.” Y/N smirked, setting five cans of whipped cream down on the cart. “Why?”

Soobin gasped, straightening up and bending forward to poke at her sides.

“Where’s your ticklish spot, where?” Soobin chuckled over to Y/N as she bent every which way in his hands to avoid him.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Y/N laughed. “Yield, yield!”

“No,” Soobin laughed. 

“Stop!” Y/N whined, laughing as Soobin cackled.

“Okay, okay,” Soobin snorted, his hands laying still on her waist as he stood behind Y/N.  

At a first glance, they seemed the domestic, happy teenage couple you see everyday.

His chin was planted on her shoulder, his black hair falling in his eyes.

Her hair was swept to the side, with her hand placed delicately on his with a giggle.

Soobin hummed as he gazed at the shelf of cans in front of them.

“By the way, I think the blue brand’s better cream,”

“Blue brand?”

“What?” Soobin shrugged. “I call it that way,”

“Why did you take a photo of them? Is it because they’re so cute?” A voice sounded. “I remember when me and your father used to be like that,”

“Mom, no, that’s Choi Soobin,” another voice whispered. “That’s one of the most famous guys in our school, he’s a volleyball player. He’s dating the president? I’m sending this to my friends,”

At this, Soobin looked down at his hands and slowly backed away from Y/N. 

“Sorry,” He smiled at Y/N who only shrugged. 

“It’s fine,” Y/N waved him off. “It’s your fangirls you need to worry about,”

Soobin shook his head and leaned on the shelf as he watched Y/N switch the whipped cream cans in the cart for the ones he said he preferred, a small smile painting on his features.

When she turned to look at him, he quickly turned to another direction.

“Yeah, of course,” Soobin muttered. “but, everyone likes me anyways, it’s fine,”

“Never knew the volleyball prince could be so arrogant,” Y/N sing-songed as she continued down the aisle.

“Will you stop calling me that?” Soobin frowned.

“What, your title?” Y/N asked, her hands running over a selection of tea boxes. “Everyone at school calls you that,”

“Not to my face,”

“Well, that’s because they care about what you think about them,” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t care what you think about me, so I’m less careful about it,”

Soobin sighed.

“I’m just,” Soobin started as Y/N read the descriptions for the tea boxes in her hands. “I don’t wanna be the volleyball prince,”

“But you are,”

“And it’s so much pressure,” Soobin sighed. “I don’t wanna be the all-star athlete, you know? I just wanna be a high-school kid,”

Y/N frowned, raising her head as she looked at him.

Her eyes locked with him.

“But you are,”

He sputtered in his place.

Before he could reply, his ringtone blasted out of nowhere.

“I think somebody’s calling you,” Y/N smiled, turning back around to continue selecting tea flavors.

Soobin sighed and winced at the caller ID. Yeonjunie.

“Hello?”

“Soobin, what the hell?” Yeonjun seethed, making Soobin flinch. “Why did I just find a photo of you with the class president at the grocery store instead of practice?”

Soobin shot Y/N an apologetic glance, making her shake her head in amusement and tune Yeonjun and Soobin’s conversation out.

As she proceeded to pick groceries, Soobin followed her on his phone on one hand and the cart in another—his apologetic tone entering her ears.

“It’s for the fair, hyung,” Soobin rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’ll be there. Fine. I love you too, hyung,”

Y/N laughed as Soobin glared at the girl.

“Guys, stop. Fine, I love you too, Hueningkai,” Soobin groaned. “Stop it. Shut up, Beomgyu. I’m hanging up,”

Soobin sighed, as he pocketed his phone.

Y/N’s smugly faced Soobin.

“I love you, hyung.” Y/N teased. “What’s the penalty for missing practice?”

“Shut up,” Soobin huffed, pushing Y/N’s face away as he walked past.  “Nothing, I never miss it anyways, and this is for extra credit so it still counts as academics. I got an out,”

“Okay, but your hands are so big it covers my entire face,” Y/N commented. “A fact I do not need to know,”

“What coffee grounds are we getting, Y/N?” Soobin laughed, making Y/N shrug. 

Soobin picked up a coffee bean from the display and a lemon from another, raising a surprised eyebrow as he turned to Y/N with a gasp. “Hey, have you ever wondered what coffees with fruits taste like?”

Y/N has never laughed as much as she did that day.

Soobin and Y/N walked side-by-side, plastic bags in one hand and iced coffee cups in another.

Y/N takes a sip as they take a sharp left, entering the residential area of the town.

“Well, I’m heading this way,” Y/N hummed, gesturing over to a curb. “See you tomorrow?”

“No,” Soobin shook his head, adjusting his grip on the plastic bags at his side. “It’s almost sun-down. I’ll go with you to your house,”

“No, it’s okay,”

“I insist,” Soobin shrugged, making Y/N relent.

The two continued their way.

Y/N marvelled at the tall boy, who snorted when he saw small kids running around with one boy screaming it’s a prank! at his friends.

“For the school’s white prince,” Y/N started, “You sure don’t act so perfect,”

Soobin rolled his eyes. 

“What are you talking about again?” Soobin huffed. “Stop calling me prince, and I am perfect,”

“Perfectly arrogant,” Y/N scoffed.

“Perfectly perfect,” Soobin corrected with a grin, taking another sip of his coffee. “Nah, I just don’t feel pressured to be Choi Soobin with you,”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’m just Soobin, you know?” He shrugged again. “Hey, what’s the concept we’re going for the cafe again?”

“Hm?” Y/N asked. “Oh, none. Just a regular cafe,”

Soobin narrowed his eyes. “What about a monster cafe? Ana’s in drama, right? She can do scary makeup!”

“It’s Hana,” Y/N snorted. “And no. Besides, she’s busy with the drama club fundraiser,”

“Boo,” Soobin said before zoning out.

At this, Y/N observed—doing what she does best. Study.

She studied Choi Soobin for all that he is—the volleyball prince, the school heartthrob and the regular teenager he wanted to be.

Soobin was endearing. 

He smiled and giggled a lot. He was very affectionate and liked sweet things like cookies and ice cream. He zones out a lot, likes pranks, and loves his friends and volleyball.

But this wasn’t the Soobin in school. 

No, the Soobin in school smiles a lot—but at no particular person. He accepts gifts of chocolates and beverages from girls, but always gives it away to his team members and never ate or consumed one himself. He never engaged in any conversation that wasn’t about volleyball or academics unless you’re someone from the volleyball team. He was smart and charming—but he never tries to one-up anyone (that would be Yeonjun). He’s just… there. 

Pretty and tall. 

The Soobin in school was dull, a shell, a prince in the spotlight—Y/N preferred this Soobin more.

If only he stayed like this all the time.

Soobin slurped his coffee before gasping.

“What do you say about monster hats?” 

Y/N laughed. “No, let’s just stay as a regular cafe,”

“Not even a maid cafe?” Soobin pouted, making Y/N roll her eyes.

“Perv,”

“Hey!” Soobin gasped. “No, I’m not!”

At times like this, Y/N could see why Soobin was the school’s perfect boy. But not for the same reasons that others seem to think.

Y/N sees a different Soobin than his fangirls do—but she’d be dead before she tells anyone that.

“Ah, this is me,” Y/N said, stopping by a small house. “This way,”

Soobin followed her by the porch, setting the bags down with a smile.

“Do you want to come in?” Y/N hummed, fumbling for her keys.

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “I’ve got to get home anyways, there’s volleyball practice tomorrow before festival set-up starts,”

“So early?” 

“It’s nationals,” Soobin shrugged, feeling eyes on him. “Gotta shape up,”

He turned to see an old lady from the next house.

“Don’t mind her, that’s our neighbor,” Y/N waved off. “Hey, gran!”

“Y/N, dear!” The woman greeted from her spot. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Uh,” Y/N blinked, turning to Soobin.

“He’s very handsome. I always knew you’d get a good-looking boy,” the lady commented, making Soobin and Y/N burn red. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Soobin,” He squeaked out, making Y/N shake her head.

“Gran, I think your son is calling you from inside,” Y/N coughed making the old woman gasp.

“Right, of course,” the woman gasped, trudging back inside her house. “Yes, Taehyung. I’m coming, darling!”

Soobin cleared his throat as Y/N laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry about that,”

“It’s nothing,” Soobin said, shaking his head as he followed Y/N into her house, helping her move the groceries to her kitchen. 

“Do you want some water or soda or anything before you go?”

“Water’s great,” He smiled, throwing his finished coffee cup into the trash.

He took a seat on the stools by the kitchen counter as Y/N moved inside the kitchen.

She set a tall glass of cold water in front of him with a small smile.

“Hey,” she started as she leaned across him. “I’m sorry,”

“Hm?” Soobin asked, thumbing the glass. “What about?”

“I was too harsh on you,” Y/N muttered, moving to sit next to him. “About the festival, I mean, then making you miss the practice.

“Ah, that’s fine,” Soobin shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I never miss practice, and Yeonjun was still there, anyways,”

“Still, I know it sucks when you get forced to do something you don’t want to,” Y/N said.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Soobin reassured. “I was the one who asked for the credits, anyways.”

Y/N hummed, propping her head on her chin and looking up at Soobin as he took a sip from his glass.

“Hey, Soobin,”

“Hm?”

“Can you promise me something?”

“Sure,”

“Please be there for me, tomorrow,” Y/N muttered.

Soobin turned his head, locking gazes with her.

He copied her, leaning his head on his hands and propping his elbow on the counter with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“The festival. Please, I really need this,” Y/N begged, straightening up and looking down.

Shyly, she took his hand. 

“Please?”

Soobin smiled at her, making her blush and fluster.

“Well, I’m not sure if I have the time,” Soobin started, making Y/N burn redder and pull her hand away.

“But,” Soobin started, his hand reaching back to grasp Y/N’s with a soft smile. “I’ll make time,”

Y/N smiled as Soobin stood up.

“I should go,”

“Okay,”

Soobin picked up his bag and walked towards the door, Y/N following him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Y/N asked, smiling as Soobin shot him a wink and finger guns.

“Definitely,” He chuckled before turning and running away.

Y/N shook her head in amusement.

Yeah, she can see why people liked him that much.

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[odxrilove]

☆ TXT AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL

genre: highschool!au

warnings: none.

a/n: queued.

☆ YEONJUN

the “it” boy at school, no one can deny that. leads the dance club, being the main reason why they get 1st place at dance competitions. girls want him but he’s not focused on that, probably thinks they only talk to him because they are interested in his band because yes, yeonjun is in a band. cares a lot about his grades and often helps other students with homework and such. he’s the hallway crush of so many people. the type to joke around with his friends in the hallways and lean against the lockers like a real jock. although he is said to be the most handsome guy at school, he’s known for being super loyal to his friends and nice to everyone he meets.

☆ SOOBIN

the principal probably called him to his office one day to compliment his determination in getting good grades. has a cartoon lunchbox and was made fun for it until anime started to get more popular. wears his glasses all the time and they always get so dirty that he has a handkerchief in his pocket to clean them with. stays at the library a lot and the old woman at the desk loves him because he always puts the books back on their shelves silently. probably bumps a lot into other people and has to constantly pick up his papers from the floor because he often forgets his binder or notebooks at home. rumor was that the cheerleading captain used to have a crush on him.

☆ BEOMGYU

he’s the guy everyone has a love-hate relationship with. probably the one to start random food fights every three months or so. people call him weird because he used to have an emo phase during his second year of highschool. someone made a shrine for him in one of the empty lockers because he showed up one day with a black hairband and longer hair after a holiday. he’s the kid who jokes around in hope to get attention because he feels misunderstood and unloved by his entourage. he played the electric guitar in his free time until yeonjun found out and invited him to join his band. now, he seems much happier than before with his new close friend group and he gets less in trouble.

☆ TAEHYUN

he arrives super late at school every day but manages to arrive on time in class because he skates through the hallways, which he gets scolded occasionally for. usually in the middle row because he has bad eyesight but doesn’t want to get caught sleeping. he does actually care for his grades but spends a lot of time exploring the city at night so he’s always tired and thus, even more quiet. came back after summer break with freshly dyed hair and was ranked second on the “pretty boys” list. more appreciated than he thinks he is and was surprised when people defended him after he got falsely accused of cheating on an exam. a meme of his shocked face went around school when the physics teacher put a table on fire.

☆ HUENING KAI

he’s just never alone, always accompanied by one of his friends. people envy his friendship because his friends wait for him after class and offer him their lunch desserts. makes a lot of bad jokes and is just generally awkward but he’s just so loveable that it’s cute. was probably the new student but was immediately “adopted” by the popular (nice) guys at school. throws little notes around class and gets caught at least three times a week but the notes are all little doodles, dad jokes or “which page are we on???”, so the teachers let him get away with it. people started coming earlier to school just because he hosted the morning announcements for a few months.

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[serafilms]

txt as your high school crushes !

↳ pairing — txt x gn!reader

↳ genre — headcanons, fluff, crack, gender neutral reader, non-idol!au, highschool!au

↳ warnings — none

yeonjun !

probably popular and sporty

the “unattainable” crush

exists in a completely different world to you so you just end up pining from afar

he still interacts with you in like tiny doses though

just enough to keep you simping

like once he picked up a pencil you dropped and smiled at you and you couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks

classic jock x nerd situation

except he's not a jerk and you’re not a loser lol

you go to every one of his games

“to sHOw sChOol SpIriT” 🤡🤡

honestly you just like seeing him in his uniform + glowing from sweat

mmmmmm

once every now and then he’ll see you before/after the games and say hi to you and you will literally just die inside

you’ve tried to convince yourself many times that he’s out of your league and you should give it up

but let’s be honest

that crush isn’t going anywhere

soobin !

it boy vibes

like everyone ever has a crush on him

and i mean everyone

he's so humble too, down to earth and sweet, not at all a jerk

says hi to everyone in school when he sees them

it makes you blush every time

he does a bunch of clubs too, volunteers, and probably tutors underclassmen

you are apart of some of those clubs too

which may or may not have happened because you know he was in them

you’re too nervous to actually make conversation with him though

and there’s no way you’re going to fake needing help or anything because you don’t want to take advantage of his sweet nature

and also he would probably see right through you

but still he will offer to help everyone with stuff anyway bc he’s so sweet

your hands brushed once when he took a box from you and you almost died

an actual sweetheart

boy next door things 🥰

beomgyu !

honestly idk why but i feel like beomgyu is the one most likely to be your friend already

friends to lovers vibes

like you always knew he was mad attractive but you never really saw it until recently

watching a guy pick his nose and eat it as a kid kind of takes away the romance

but then one day your friends all went to the beach together and you were sitting on the sand watching the sunset

and you just looked over and there he was

all glowing and beautiful as the breeze ruffled his hair around and his eyes were fixed on the horizon

he was so at peace

and you were hooked

you haven’t seen him the same since

he probably won’t notice anything different and will still keep treating you the same but suddenly you’re noticing everything about him

and all the little things he does for you suddenly seem like acts of romance to you

like if he opens a door for you to go through first

or if he takes your worksheet/quiz/test/homework to the front of classroom when it’s time to hand it in so you don’t have to get up

or like when he doesn’t object (too strongly) to you eating his fries

could it be that he likes you back? 👀👀

taehyun !

top student in the school

so smart and cool you can't help but admire him

i could also see a rivals to lovers thing but for the sake of keeping this short let's stick to simping

like he is actually so smart at everything and you’re in awe of him

he’s humble about it too

ice prince

always so calm and collected about everything he does

will help you with your homework if you ask nicely

it took all your strength to muster up courage to ask him to explain an assignment to you over text and you were not disappointed

he even offered to call you and explain it to do it in class but you panicked and refused

he still came up to you the next day to make sure though

you were dazed

and then the lesson after that !!!!! he sat next to you !!!!!

he was so cool about it too, he didn’t even say anything

he just sat in the seat that was usually unoccupied beside you and smiled at you before opening his notes

it is very difficult to focus with him right next to you and you hyperventilating

but at least taehyun can just help you catch up on whatever you miss 😌

hueningkai !

tbh kai is probably like the most likely to have a one sided enemies to lovers trope

like i could see a "guy falls in love before the girl" situation

bc he would be a damn little rascal

and at the start you just thought he was so annoying

but then one day you had a dream about him and suddenly he's the cutest boy in school

you blush every time you think about him

like yes his dolphin scream interrupts the class a lot of the time and he and his friends are always chatting about something

and yes he makes jokes in class that people will both laugh and roll their eyes at

but like despite all that you still have a fat crush on him

teachers and your friends may roll their eyes at his antics

but you find it endearing

the teacher eventually had to separate the group and puts him right next to you

you’re pleasantly surprised to find how hard he actually does work in class and how helpful and nice he is to you

now going to class is actually something to look forward to :)

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together imagines #txt imagines #yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun imagines #choi soobin imagines #choi soobin x reader #soobin #choi soobin #soobin x reader #soobin imagines #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu imagines #choi beomgyu x reader #taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun imagines #taehyun x reader #kang taehyun x reader #kang taehyun imagines

[do-ray-mi]

Food Chain pt.2(Park Jisung x m!reader)

Pairing: NCT Dream Jisung x male reader

Genre: Highschool Au, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends to lovers.

Warnings!!: this fic contains use of the F slur, bullying, toxic behavior and is not to be mimicked. Viewers Discretion is Advised.

Description: Karma comes even in the form of who you thought you could trust the most.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

He was one of the first to arrive in class, he took his seat at the back. The group of girls in the front were gossiping about something on their phones... but they looked confused, even almost mad or disgusted.

"Can't believe he's gay!!" One girl says out loud, grasping more of Y/n attention.

'Oh no, who is it now?' Y/n thought.

More students walked in, also talking about something while showing their phones to their friends.

Y/n was close to bringing out his own phone, only to realise that even if he did, he still has no idea what everyone is looking at.

One of the jocks in class turned to Y/n with a smug look, "yo twinkle toes, you're not the only queer here now!"

Y/n only gave him a scrunched up look, the jock walked over to him and gave him his phone. It was Chenle's post, it was a screenshot of some texts. He read the caption.

'Guess who's the school's new fag!' It read, reading the texts in the screenshot... his eyes grew wider.

Park Jisung, flirting with another man over text.

Y/n gave the phone back to the jock, he was slightly in a daze still trying process what he saw.

"He's finally getting his karma, this might be the best day in your life." The jock said giving Y/n a pat on the head before going back to his seat.

Y/n just sat there, "why does this make sense, yet also doesn't". He really didn't know what to make of this situation.

How did Chenle get that screenshot? Why did he post it? He thought those two were best friends...

Then it clicked... right, the Food Chain. Chenle saw the opportunity to overthrow Jisung and took it.

During class, the teacher had to kick out a few students cause all they were talking about was that post.

Once it was finished, he was trampled on by Kai and Soobin.

"Dude did you hear!?!?" Kai almost screeched.

"It's kinda hard not to... this is the first time I've seen something like this."

Soobin looked around, he noticed how everyone was looking for something... or someone.

"I don't think he's here today...", He spoke up, Kai and Y/n looked over at him in slight confusion l, "Jisung" he clarified.

"I wouldn't be surprised, he got completely humiliated." Beomgyu said walking towards them, alone.

You can clearly see how quickly Soobin and Kai tensed up at his presence.

"Can I... talk to you two? Please..." Beomgyu almost begged, his eyes glossed over, showing a mixture of emotions. Soobin glanced at Y/n, asking for his opinion through his eyes.

Y/n knew what was going to happen, he saw it coming from a mile away. "Go for it" he mouthed at him.

Not without a hint of hesitation, Soobin and Kai followed Beomgyu to a secluded corner of the hallway.

Y/n made his way to his locker to put away his bag. It might sound fucked, but he feels safer in school today knowing that everyone is distracted.

Of course, his kindness got the best of him and he couldn't help but wonder. "How is Jisung doing..?"

Lunch was interesting, Beomgyu was joining them now.

Apparently, Yeonjun and Taehyun kicked him out. Y/n didn't pry into the reasoning, but judging on how Beomgyu clutched the side of his stomach every so often...

... it was probably literal.

Y/n glanced over at Jisung's gang, the Dreamies they call themselves... which is ironic considering how much of a nightmare they are.

Chenle was glowing in the new attention he was getting. The only members he could see were uncomfortable were Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun.

Hm, interesting.

*

Things started taking a turn the next day, when Jisung arrived at school. He dressed a lot less flashy than usual, hoping to avoid people. Unfortunately, he couldn't change his height so he still stood out like a sore thumb.

The morning wasn't so bad for Jisung, he only got whispers, laughs and the occasional shoulder shove.

He got into his first class, where his... old friends were. As well as his number one victim, right now he can't help but feel intimidated by him too.

Jisung walked into the classroom after taking in a deep breath. Almost like a horror movie, all heads turned to stare at him simultaneously.

"Oh well look who decides to show up!!!" Chenle shouted out, his legs against the desk with his head held high in an air of arrogance. Laughs echoed in the room aswell as in his head.

Huh, so this is what it's like...

"Guess you owe a little someone an apology for being a hypocrite." The same Jock from yesterday voiced out, Jisung glanced at Y/n in the back of the classroom. He also noticed how the only available seat in the classroom, was right next to the boy.

Jisung sighed and made his way towards the desk and sat on the chair.

He looked down on the desk, the entire desk was big enough for two students and it was covered in sharpie.

Slurs, death threats, lewd drawings depicting stereotypical homosexual behavior, insults... you name it.

They were directed towards him now too.

All because Chenle decided to make a fake convo and post it. Now this is where he is...

#nct dream x male reader #nct jisung #nct jisung x male reader #nct x male reader #no beta we die like men

[capaimagines]

choi soobin - jock & nerd

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: bullying | WC: 1.0k

Request: a jock x nerd secret relationship high school au with soobin, pls? where u guys have a “secret relationship” but girls keep being delusional and try to bully you for “flirting” with soobin so y’all just announce that ur dating? tyty and i hope that his wasn’t to specific 🥺

You were used to the stares and whispers behind your back, though you shouldn't have been. Even the occasional hair pull or the funny nickname thrown your way. It had been happening since middle school. You were a nerd and you could admit that. While your high school classmates would party on weekends and hang out during weekdays, you would be holed up in your room. Usually either studying or watching your favorite anime.

Being alone was something you had grown used to. You didn’t enjoy it but the years of constant bullying and berating words had left you with little self-confidence and the fear of trying to strike up a conversation with others. Then Soobin came into your life.

He was your typical high school jock. He loved sports and goofing around with his friends but he was also one of those people that was nice to anyone until they gave him a reason not to be. You weren’t exceptionally close, but close enough to call him a friend. Sometimes you’d walk together to class and sometimes he’d invite you to eat lunch with him and his friends.

The more popular girls in your school didn’t seem to like that he was getting friendly with you. You started having to refuse lunches or walking with him to class in fear of being spotted and later retaliation. Soobin really didn’t think much of it, he just thought you were busy or that he was annoying you.

One day in the hallway, he saw a group of people crowded around some of the lockers. He couldn’t see what they were looking at but he didn’t have a good feeling in his gut. He walked towards the crowd, pushing his way to the front and his blood boiled at the sight in front of him.

There you were, on the ground and hiding your face while another girl poured a carton of milk all over you from above, “I thought I told you to back off, dweeb. You’re so smart but seem not to be able to comprehend regular words," She raised her hand, wanting to slap you but gasped a little as someone grabbed her wrist. 

“S-Soobin,” She stuttered out.

You dared to peek up and there Soobin was, standing in front of you, eyes glaring fire into the girl in front of him, “Back off. Go," His voice was hard and cold and that’s all it took for the crowd and girl to disappear quickly. You were pretty sure it was the first time Soobin had ever shown he was mad.

You stood up, feeling embarrassed as your eyes burned with tears. You bowed politely, thanking and went to turn and walk away to clean yourself up. Soobin grabbed your arm, concern laced on his face.  

“Let me help you," You nodded slowly, not really sure what to say.  

You weren’t quite sure why he wanted to help you but right now, you really didn’t think you’d be able to help yourself. He waltzed right into the girls bathroom, dragging you behind him. He didn’t care about the yelps from the girls that were in there and scurried away, giving him and you weird looks.  

“C’mon, up,” He pointed to the bathroom counter and you jumped up, refusing to meet his eyes. He cleaned you up as best as he could, running out to his locker and coming back with some sweatpants and a hoodie.

“I know it’s probably going to be too big, but just for the rest of the day. I don’t want you sitting in milky clothes," He smiled nervously at you and you thanked him with a bright smile as you went into the stall and quickly changed. It was big on you, but it was comfy and smelled like him.

“I’m sorry that’s been happening to you,” He said quietly as you combed your fingers through your hair. 

You shrugged, telling him you were used to it and that it was nothing new. That only seemed to make him more annoyed.  

“That doesn’t make it right or okay,” He murmured.

“I won’t let it happen again,” He said with determination and you only raised an eyebrow at him.  

“And how do you plan to do that?” You asked and he thought about it for a moment before snapping his fingers and brightly smiling at you. 

 “We’re going to be boyfriend and girlfriend!” You choked on your spit, ears and cheeks flaming red.  

“W-what?!” You choked out and you could see Soobin’s ears were just as red as yours.

“I-if you want too! I do think you’re cute and I do like you. I just thought I was annoying you and that’s why you weren’t talking to me as much. I would like to take you on a date.”

You couldn’t believe the words tumbling from his mouth. He was one of the most popular people in school and he had a crush on you?  

“Okay,” You said.

He looked at you with wide eyes and like he didn’t believe you just agreed to a date, “Okay?” You nodded with a shy smile and he jumped in excitement, pulling you into a hug. You giggled, hugging him back.  

“I’ll protect you, promise!” He said and you laughed again, believing him.

This type of thing only happens in fairytales you read; but you weren’t going to question it. Maybe it’d make a cool movie one day.

#txt #txt au #txt imagines #txt imagine #txt scenarios #txt oneshot #txt fluff #txt angst #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together angst #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #soobin #txt soobin #soobin x reader #soobin angst #soobin fluff #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #soobin oneshots #kpop #imagine #imagines #masterlist #kpop au

[txtdiaries]

Momentum - Chapter Two

SUMMARY |  You don’t know what to expect during your first ever date with the boy of your dreams, but as the night goes on and things start to fall into place almost effortlessly, you realize one thing and one thing only about Choi Soobin - he is perfect for you.

PAIRING | Soobin X Reader

CATEGORY | college au, crush, slow burn, sports, date night, etc.

WORD COUNT | 7.9k

WARNINGS | swearing, fluff galore

SONG REC | Two More Minutes - Jaymes Young

PLAYLIST | momentum playlist

Preview / Chapter One / Chapter Two

Your eyes scan the football field, searching for the only jersey with the number 8 etched into the back of it as your feet carry you across the damp turf. You notice the group of players huddled up a few yards away as you get closer, and you make sure to skew from the coach’s line of sight  - not wanting to draw attention to yourself in the process.

Regardless of it being almost seven at night, the sun still hasn’t fully set, and the sky is radiating a slightly darkened blue color. You take a moment to skim over the players again, eyes finally focusing on one specifically when they find the tallest boy amid the group.

Soobin is always easy to find. 

He’s adorning his black and white football uniform, paired with his cleats and black knee socks, and a checkered sweatband is wrapped around his wrist to finish off his practice attire. You take note of the way your chest squeezes once he grins at something another one of his teammates says, and quickly shake your head to somehow shake the feeling off. 

You notice how Soobin’s helmet dangles from in between his fingers as you get closer - having been taken off only moments before - and how his black hair is matted down; clinging against his forehead and neck. His glasses are nowhere to be seen, and seeing him without them sends butterflies erupting in your stomach. The number on his back - Soobin’s famous number - beams proudly under the fluorescent lights dotted around the edges of the field, and you take a second to mull over the nickname he’s carried since freshman year to now. The unforgettable nickname that’s been his, and only his, since the first game of the season, two years ago.

The golden infinity, he had been labeled, since Soobin is supposedly the best in everyone’s eyes, and always will be. You can’t exactly blame them for thinking so. Soobin is the best of the best - you just can’t help but wonder if he sees himself this way too.

You know better than to think so.

After a few moments of shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you clear your throat; causing a few eyes to look your way. You don’t actually know that many of the boys on the football team. You only recognize a cute boy named Hyunjin, who has Math with you, and another boy named Mark.

You’re familiar with Mark. Not only because he’s popular and the football team’s star quarterback, but because he hit on you in English class last week. You avoid his burning stare instantly

“Yo, infinity,” Mark interrupts the coach’s light speal about the game-plan review for next week and looks over toward Soobin. He snaps his head in Mark’s direction at the mention of his name and his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Your girlfriend is here.”

Your heart lurches in your chest after the words are said, and you watch as Soobin’s cheeks burn suddenly when Mark motions towards you. He quickly looks over with a light chuckle before his gaze lands on you. Your eyes widen as they flash over Mark before meeting Soobin’s again. He only grins at this.

You don’t actually know how Mark knows you’re there for Soobin, but you quickly gather that he had to have told some of his friends he had a date. Teammates or not, word spreads fast amongst jocks. Soobin is clearly no exception.

The coach finishes his speech and the players all break, half of them barely paying attention anyway as he tries to keep everyone’s energy up for the next game. Soobin shoves Mark’s shoulder amidst the chaos, and then moves quickly to grab his bag and walk over to your spot near the bench, a shy grin adorning his face as he does so. You fight to hold one back as well.

“Hey, sorry for having you come all the way here. Practice ran over.”

You shrug lightheartedly, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

His dimple carves it’s place into his cheek, and you feel yourself smile back at Soobin, heart rate accelerating. 

“Alright. We can head back to my dorm just so I can get out of these clothes and then we can head out, sound good?”

You nod as if you aren’t spiked with anxiety, because you’re really about to go to the Choi Soobin’s dorm room. You try not to overthink the situation, and then follow him off the field and onto the sidewalk, walking towards the student housing buildings quickly.

Soobin keeps you both occupied as you make your way east of the football field - asking you about your classes, how your day was going, and just about everything in between. You can sense his nerves as you two speak, but try to relax. After all, it is just Soobin. 

“My roommate shouldn’t be back yet, he had a test to study for.” Soobin explains once you two finally reach his dorm and stand in front of his room. He fishes a pair of keys from his black duffel bag and slides a small silver one into the lock, twisting lightly before pushing the door open. It’s one of the most mundane things ever - but it brings a blush to your cheeks. 

Get it together, you tell yourself. 

You walk in behind Soobin and watch as he carelessly tosses his items aside and onto the floor near his bed. You avert your eyes after he opens one of his dresser drawers, not wanting to seem nosy before your eyes start to wander around the room, studying it curiously.

Soobin’s roommate truly is nowhere to be seen, but his side of the room is so messy, you wouldn’t be surprised if he happened to be buried somewhere under all the laundry on the ground. His side of the room is far less organized, so you don’t pay much attention to it. 

Soobin’s half, on the other hand, is practically spotless. 

His bed is made, adorn with black bedsheets and matching pillows. He has a small bunny plushy propped up against one pillow, and you grin when you see it. Colorful throw pillows and even a small fluffy blanket are the only colorful items occupying the bed, making it look extremely comfortable along with welcoming. Your heart warms at Soobin’s possessions.

His laptop sits closed on his desk in the corner, and a pair of speakers sit on each side of it, turned off. Textbooks are lined up neatly on his long shelf just above, and his black backpack rests on the chair just next to it. Soobin doesn’t have a lot of space for his things, but from what you can see, everything on his side is just purely Soobin. From his bottled cologne resting on his shelf, or his glasses resting on the Algebra book laid open on his bed. Small details of him lie right in front of your eyes, and you take note of all of them.

The packet of unopened ramen noodles near his books, most likely for late night snacking. His pencil case shoved to the brim with different colored pens and highlighters for the hours he undoubtedly spends studying. Even the black journal you see peeking out from under his pillow, and the romance novel he strategically has shoved next to a science textbook on his desk, these small things hidden by others, almost as if he doesn’t want to be completely and fully exposed - even in his own bedroom. It all comes together perfectly.

You know right here and now - you really like Soobin. 

“I’m sorry it’s kinda messy.” Soobin speaks up as he pulls out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, leaning over to swipe his glasses of the book before looking down at you bashfully. 

You smile up at him, “You gotta stop apologizing so much. It’s not messy at all.” 

He chuckles lowly at this before shaking his head. 

“You can sit down if you want, I’ll just be a minute.”

You tuck some hair behind your ear and nod, moving to sit on his bed as he makes his way to the door again. Your stomach flips at the thought of being alone in Soobin’s room - almost like you shouldn’t be here at all. Like it’s his sacred place you shouldn’t have invaded in the first place. With your thoughts running and your eyes wandering again, Soobin steps out, closing the door behind him. 

Your phone buzzes instantly - almost as if it was waiting for him to leave. 

You pull it from your back pocket in confusion, eyes scanning over the text you see as soon as you do. 

HOW’S IT GOING? - Junie

The text sent in all caps stares back at you in all its glory, and you laugh at Yeonjun’s excitement. You thumb back a reply easily.

I’m literally in his dorm room right now - send help. 

You lock your screen and pocket the device again, fingers drumming against your knee in boredom. You don’t want to inspect every inch of the room, because that would be weird, so instead you stand and peer at Soobin’s book collection, trying to see if you have any of the same ones. 

You can’t remember if Soobin is a literature major or a communication major, and your memory flashes as you swiftly recall that he had switched from one to the other. The only reason you know this is because Yeonjun, ironically, had a mutual friend with Soobin, and they had seen him leaving the Advising Center one sunny day last semester. After his friend Beomgyu, Yeonjun had later filled you in on his name, saw him, they chatted for a bit with Yeonjun right there. Although he couldn’t remember any of the most pressing details - you were lucky, and a little shocked, to get any at all. Besides, Soobin was just a casual crush you had - a boy you blushed and hid from whenever you saw him crossing campus - it almost felt weird to be informed of these things when you didn’t really know him in the first place.

Until now. Now, you were getting there.

After your eyes scan over his Digital Communication book and his Human Relations book, you safely decide that he was in fact a COMM major. You can’t help as your mind starts to wander, filling with questions and wondering why he switched in the first place. Clearly he loved literature - that was obvious given his extensive collection of literary classics and, surprisingly, modern romance and sci-fi novels, stacked on his shelf. Maybe he had simply switched because it wasn’t for him. Or maybe he switched for an entirely different reason. You can only wonder. 

Soobin re-appears in no time, and you glance over as he walks in again, noticing how his hair is now styled and his outfit, changed. You smile at this before meeting his eyes.

“Ready?” He questions, a cute grin tugging at the corners of his lips. You nod swiftly and step forward, moving to walk out the doorway with him. 

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” You comment, noticing how Soobin’s shoulder brushes against yours as he reaches into his pocket for his keys again to lock the door, “You could be kidnapping me for all I know.”

Instead of giving you a clear answer, he chuckles and pulls you gently, excitedly by the wrist towards the exit, “Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?”

“You’re swinging too low!” You call to Soobin who stands behind a chain linked fence, baseball bat in hand and helmet on head, facing an automatic pitching machine.

Out of all the places Soobin could have taken you on a first date, he took you to a sports playground. And to make matters even better - he was losing.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a jock?” You tease, watching as Soobin swings aggressively again, missing the ball by a longshot. His shoulders shake with laughter at your comment before he yells back, fixing his stance again.

“I’m out of practice and you’re making me nervous!”

You nod even though he can’t see and tug your own helmet on, laughing at his final swing. Soobin ticks the ball and sends it flying to the left of him, travelling a few feet away before crashing into the fence. His eyes meet yours as you walk up to the gate entrance. 

“Well I could have done better than that.” You say.

Soobin laughs at you, and it warms something deep in the pit of your stomach, “I’ll school you at basketball later on, don’t worry. Just try getting a few swings in to warm up and then get ready to lose.”

He was overly enthusiastic when you two first arrived, hands covering your eyes so you wouldn’t peek and ruin the surprise. When he finally revealed the large sign outside reading Benny’s Sports Playground, he was grinning ear to ear. You should have known Soobin would take you to a place like this for your first date. It was perfect, and you were both eager to play some games.

First on the list was baseball, seeing as it was the first actual game to be seen as you both entered. It was secluded enough, through a small entrance and shielded by a chain fence linked around its perimeter. It was a good warm-up game, you and Soobin had both agreed on that. After baseball, though, it’s basketball. And after that, you don’t dare guess what Soobin has in mind.

“I won’t be the one losing.” You feign confidence, stepping onto the artificial field before making your way over.

“Okay,” He shrugs, voice raising a few octaves as he shrugs goofily, “Okay! Prove it then.” 

You laugh at his tone, walking over to take the bat from him. Soobin pulls back gently as soon as you reach for it, lifting it back and up so it’s just out of reach, and smirks at you. You frown now and grab at it, pulling after your fingers wrap around the handle.

You realize, just then, that you two are acting like a couple. To a complete stranger, it could be interpreted as shameless flirting, and the thought alone almost makes you blush. Because Soobin is flirting, and you are actually letting him.

“Okay, okay, let’s see what you’ve got.” Soobin finally releases the bat after your shared moment, and steps back to lean against the fence enclosing the two of you a few feet away. You know he shouldn’t be the distance away that he is while you’re batting, but you don’t mention it. The workers took their break as soon as the two of you arrived anyway, not seeing the need to watch over two adults. You just hope they don’t arrive back anytime soon.

“You’re gonna regret making fun of me, watch.” You giggle, widening your stance before lifting the bat up, squaring your eyes on the machine a few yards away.

“Focus on the ball, not on me.” Soobin teases you back, but it makes your stomach flip anyway. You clear your throat after his words hang in the empty air, finally taking a deep breath before preparing to swing.

“I can do both.” You admit, far too quickly than you’d like, and you feel your cheeks heat up right after. You hear Soobin let out a laugh again before you laugh along, finally focusing the majority of your attention on the machine.

You only just let out a full breathe before the white ball is shooting out from the pitching square and flying rapidly towards you. You can feel yourself react a few seconds too late, and the ball goes rushing past you and clashes harshly into the fence just right of you as you swing, body spinning as you lose your footing from your uneven swing.

Soobin is right by your side now, trying to hold back his giggles as you stumble.

“Oh my- are you okay?” He beams, trying not to tease you.

“I’m fine.” You huff, shrugging his hands off your shoulders nonchalantly from where they touched your skin, feeling it tingle from where his fingers came in contact. You pretend not to notice. You feel a bit embarrassed.

“You gotta swing a little earlier,” Soobin encourages you, backing up swiftly before finding his spot against the fence again, “Focus on swinging as soon as it leaves the pitch so you’ll knock it as soon as it gets to you.”

You nod at his words, stabilizing your footing again before looking straight ahead again. You take another deep breath and grip the bat in your hands tightly, trying to do exactly as he told you. A beat passes and another ball is being shot towards you, causing your nerves to spike as soon as it gets closer.

You swing too soon.

You whine a bit as the fence behind you shakes, the force of the ball setting it out of balance as the sound echoes off it. Soobin is laughing now, finally moving back towards you before the next ball comes.

“Okay,” He starts, hands suddenly on your arms. Every nerve springs to attention where he touches, hyper aware of how he feels against you. You let out a soft sigh, hoping he can’t hear it.

“So you need to hold the bat up more.” He explains, fingers enclosing around yours as his front meets your back just slightly, helping you get your grip right. He gently taps your shoe with his, causing you to spread your stance again with a small, “Oh.” 

“Now that your stance is good, twist your body. Not a lot, just slightly for your force.”

Soobin twists with you to the right, helping you stop just where you need to.

You wonder, suddenly, if he’s done this before. Not the baseball part, because obviously he has, but the flirting part. Helping other girls with their stances and so on. It’s a good move - practically a classic. You wouldn’t be that surprised if he’s done it before.

Soobin’s voice suddenly starts shaking, just slightly and almost unnoticed by you as his body comes in contact with yours a bit more when he speaks again, almost taken over by his nerves. The previous thought disappears instantly. 

You realize now - he hasn’t.

“I- okay.” He says softly, “When the ball comes, wait until you know you’ll swing and hit it. You have to time it perfectly.” Soobin is patient with you, hands hesitating on yours longer than they need to before he steps back, taking all his warmth and scent with him. You miss him as soon as he steps away, before catching yourself. You remember that you need to focus.

“Okay.” You say, determined to hit the ball this time. You take another breath, your third ball is the final one, and you know you can’t miss now.

Mercilessly, the ball shoots from the machine with no time to spare, and you force yourself to wait - to time it and not swing too soon or too late. You force yourself to get it perfectly.

Crack!

The ball flies opposite from the direction it came. You’re barely able to focus on that though, because along with the metal in your hands sending a painful vibrating feeling through your hands from the force, your body still hasn’t registered that the ball is far gone. It still moves along with your arms, sending your feet out of balance again as you tip to the left as your balance falters.

The bat falls to the ground with a repeated clanking sound, but you barely notice. You notice Soobin’s presence again, only just a second too late as you trip over your footing, sending him down with you as your body throws his balance off as well.

“Oh shi-” 

You’re unable to finish your sentence as you both slip, knees burning underneath you as your bodies come in contact with the artificial flooring and then each other, Soobin’s body already taking more of the impact than yours.

You can still feel his hands gripping your hips when the world stills, pain shooting through your left side intently. 

It all happens so fast it’s almost impossible to know it even happened until it’s over, your body throbbing in pain as you realize what happened. Both your helmets lay next to the two of you, flipped upside down.

“Oh god.” Soobin suddenly groans from underneath you, taking a shaky breath.

“I’m so so-”

You finally meet his eyes, heart dropping at your current position.

Soobin is underneath you, eyes no longer covered by his glasses but closed tightly as his head rests against the floor, only inches from yours. Your bodies are pressed against eachother’s, limbs intertwined messily due to your fall.

You’re level when he finally opens his eyes, meeting yours.

All the words you had planned on saying are wiped from your mind when Soobin looks up at you.

“I...” You try again, finally realizing the intensity of all of this.

You see emotion flash in Soobin’s eyes when he realizes too - but he doesn’t move. His hands keep their place on your hips as you both breathe heavily, staring into the other’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Soobin says softly, even though it wasn’t his fault. Your eyebrows furrow as his soft breaths splay over your cheeks in light puffs. Soobin smells of mint, and your stomach flips at the softness of his tone.

“It was my fault.” You retort, aware of the feeling of his large body against yours. Every single cell in your body is screaming at the feeling, but you try and act unaffected. Soobin, on the other hand, doesn’t try as hard.

His eyes trail down from your eyes to your lips before moving back up, head tilting just slightly. It’s almost like Soobin is curious - just to see how you react to him like this. You feel the crackle of excitement and nerves find place in your stomach, and your cheeks heat up with a blush you know Soobin sees.

It’s all on him, you think. It’s his move.

After all, you aren’t bold enough to make the first move with Soobin. You think he knows this.

“Maybe we...” Soobin hesitates, eyes flashing with emotion, “Um- maybe we should move on from baseball. We both suck at it.”

And just like that, the moment is gone.

“Ah, yeah.” You cut through the silence, clearing your throat before your hands plant themselves on his shoulders, lifting yourself up and off of him. Soobin lets out a sigh as you move farther away, almost looking less nervous, and you pretend you don’t notice. Your knee burns at it comes in contact with the floor, but you ignore it and push up off it, regain your footing steadily again.

Your nerves die down, the feeling of hope stamped down in a cloud of smoke as Soobin stands up, brushing his hands on his jeans lightly before he leans to grab the bat abandoned a few feet away along with his, luckily, unharmed glasses. You know that the machine times out after three balls each so theres no need to worry about it going off again. The only worry in your mind is Soobin and how the two of you will interact after what just happened.

You don’t want to make it awkward, so you try your hardest not to.

“I hit it.” You speak up, hoping Soobin accepts the transition easily.

Relief floods your veins when he smiles over at you from the bat rack.

“I know, you hit it pretty hard too. You should try out for softball next season.”

Things slip back into their own rhythm as you two laugh, the moment gone but not forgotten as you meet back up near the exit and leave the batting cages after putting everything away, walking back into the main junction of the building to choose a new game. Your heart feels better when Soobin gives you his best smile, calming you down.

“So, basketball?” He asks, reaching in his back pocket for the small map provided when you two first came in displaying the location of every activity the company provides.

“Ooh, yes. I’m actually decent at basketball.” You nod, skipping slightly out of excitement as Soobin maneuvers you both around other people, holding onto your wrist gently again as he does so, not wanting to lose you in the process.

“We’ll see about that,” The corners of Soobin’s lips tilt up, “I was the captain of the basketball team last season.”

“You were also one of the best baseball players last season, but look what happened there,” You tease, reffering to him barely hitting the ball.

Soobin presses a hand to his chest to feign offense as you two finally step onto the joined court surrounded by slightly padded high walls and beams, and it makes you laugh. After a moment, you look around at your surroundings. Dozens of basketballs occupy each rack set up near the entrance, all in different colors, and the baskets are high on their beams on each side of the court. You aren’t that confident in your sport abilities, but you hope you are actually decent when it comes to this. You can only imagine how cocky Soobin will be if he wins. The thought itself makes you want to laugh again.

“So should we have a fair game, or just do free throws?” Soobin questions softly, already grabbing a bright green ball from the rack.

“You realize you’re like six fucking feet tall, right?” You ask Soobin incredulously. He snorts and then covers his mouth at your small outburst.

You laugh and continue, “We aren’t playing against each other. Let’s just see who gets to three points first and then go eat something?”

Your suggestion is met with a competitive Soobin speaking up suddenly.

“Okay, loser buys dinner.”

“This is a date, Soobin”

Soobin pouts at your words, and you have to hold back from smiling too wide.

“I mean if you want me to pay for dinner,” You backtrack, watching as Soobin retracts the idea immediately. 

“Okay, nevermind, loser has to do rockclimbing and climb to the very top.”

You think about this for a moment before agreeing. 

“Fine, loser rock climbs.”

Soobin is happy with this as he starts dribbling the ball excitedly, standing in place as he warms up a bit. You follow suit.

“How long have you played basketball for?” You ask him, not only wanting to know what you’re up against but also being curious about Soobin in general. The small talk up until now has been fairly basic, and you were ready to be a bit bold and ask Soobin some questions that have been on your mind.

“Around ten years.” He answers honestly, lifting the ball to spin it on one finger.

“Jesus, I played for one.” You say back, trying to do the same but failing miserably. Soobin blushes as he watches you scramble to grab the ball again, dimple showing.

“I’ll go easy on you, then.” He says. The words register deep in your stomach and you scoff at him, trying to appear normal. Soobin moves back to finally start the game, gesturing to the basket with his free hand.

“You can go first.” He says. You nod and bend your knees a bit, rolling your shoulders slightly to loosen up before raising the ball, preparing to shoot.

Soobin’s hand flashes in front of your view, acting like he is going to stop the ball before it even leaves your hands

“No cheating!” You laugh at him, moving farther away. 

Soobin laughs loudly and it echoes off the gym walls, making you shake your head. You take a deep breath and sush him, going again.

The ball soars through the air and slams noisily against the backboard after you throw it with all the strength you can muster, but instead of going through the hoop it knocks off the rim and meets the court again, bouncing towards you. You grab it easily as a groan leaves your lips.

“I’m scared of heights.” You say to Soobin, hoping this gives him the idea to go easy on you. He shakes his head and hides the permanent grin that has been on his lips all night.

“Better get over that fear real soon, sweetheart.” Soobin throws the ball towards the basket, and it falls in easily after he does so. Soobin yells out what sounds like a mix of ‘woah’ and ‘yeah’, and raises his arms in triumph, almost as if he didn’t even expect himself to make it, before you’re protesting and moving to shove his arms down jokingly.

“That’s not even fair!” You’re laughing, shoving him with your shoulder as he pokes his finger against your ribcage. Soobin runs forward to grab his ball after it bounces closer, jogging over to be by your side again once he grabs it.

“This is a fair game.” Soobin chuckles before quieting himself down again.

You’re focusing on aiming when Soobin speaks up again.

“So can I ask you a question?” His voice is slightly more serious, and you shoot before answering, actually making a basket. You cheer loudly for yourself and run to get the ball, beaming at Soobin before you reply, “Yeah, what is it?”

“How come you’ve never talked to me before, except for that night in the library?” He asks carefully, curiosity lacing his words. 

You ponder this as Soobin shoots, the ball bouncing off the backboard and across the hoop, not going in. He sweeps it into his hand as it bounces back easily, starting to dribble it again. You step back up to shoot, deciding to just be honest with him.

“Well, I obviously had seen you around and wanted to talk to you, but the situation never really called for it.”

“Until your friend left us alone together?” He asks with a knowing smile.

“Until my friend left us alone together.” You agree without meaning to, shaking your head and throwing the ball to the basket again. It bounces against the rim and miraculously goes in, earning an excited yell from you. When you look back at Soobin he’s already looking at you.

“What about you?” You ask him, “How come you never talked to me?”

Soobin blinks at you, tilting his head gently. 

“I didn’t think you’d like someone like me.” He answers without hesitation before blindly throwing his shot, the ball going nowhere near the basket as it bounces off in the distance, loud against the wooden gym floor.

You open your mouth to speak as your brows furrow in confusion, but no words come out.

Soobin just gives you a soft smile, eyes never leaving yours.

“Looks like you win.”

Your leg bounces up and down anxiously as you sit at a small table in the food court, phone in hands as you await Yeonjun’s reply to the text you previously sent.

You know Soobin will be back with the food the he promised any minute now, and you took the chance to text Yeonjun as soon as he left, your nerves getting the better of you as soon as you had been left alone.

CALL ME ASAP. 911. 

You’ll admit that your text is fairly on the dramatic side, but this was an emegency. You needed your best friend’s advice.

You jump in your seat slightly as soon as your phone vibrates and a selfie you took with Yeonjun appears on your screen, signifying his call. You slide your thumb over the answer button and press it to your ear quickly.

“Who’s ass do I have to kick?” Yeonjun says before even saying hello, calming your nerves immediately. 

“No, dude, it’s nothing like that.” You speak down the speaker, looking around cautiously for Soobin. Yeonjun listens as you go on after a moment. 

“We had a moment.” You explain, brushing some hair behind your ear with your finger slightly, “Like, a moment moment.”

“Well yeah,” Yeonjun says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “You two have insane chemistry. I’d be worried if you didn’t have a moment.”

You roll your eyes, “Junie, I’m serious.”

“So am I!” He goes on, “You two are soulmates after all, what more can I say?”

You groan and cover your face with your hands, “I just feel like I’m fucking it all up, especially because we almost kissed-”

“Woah, back the fuck up?” Yeonjun stops you, “You two almost kissed? Like, actually almost kissed?”

“What do you think a moment is, dumbass?” You ask him.

“Like a holding hands moment or a cute flirty moment, I didn’t think he would try fucking making out with you on date number one!”

“It wasn’t like he meant to- oh my god I can’t explain this right now. Problem is, what if I ruin it all?”

“You won’t. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

This shuts you up.

“In the library he couldn’t stop staring at you. And on campus when you think he isn’t looking at you because you’re too busy hiding? Yeah, he is.”

“So you didn’t think to tell me this, oh I don’t know, before I was a complete blubbering idiot in front of him?”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference, if anything it would have made you even worse in front of him.” You can hear your friend cackling.

Soobin rounds the corner a few feet away, food in hands, and your heart suddenly leaps up in your throat.

“Oh fuck, I gotta go, he’s coming back.”

“Wait, Y/N,-”

“Bye!” You snap, ending the call and shoving your phone back into your pocket, trying to look natural as Soobin finally reaches the table you’re at.

“So,” He says instead of a greeting, “They had these really cool drinks with food in these small trays in the lid? I’ve never seen it before and thought you’d like it. Anyway, I got us some. I think they’re chicken nuggets.” You make an impressed face as Soobin sets your meal in front of you, noticing that he got you one of each sauce since he didn’t know your favorite yet. You hold back a full blown smile as he settles into the seat across from you.

“Very cool, thank you.” You say, giving him a grateful smile. He smiles back and tears open his own sauce packet, starting to eat. You do the same.

“Is this the part of our date where we ask our deep questions?” Soobin asks around a mouthful of chicken, cheeks full. You take a sip of your drink before raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, is it?” Soobin scrunches his nose up at your reply before giggling, and you swear it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I think it’s gonna happen eventually. It may as well be now, since we have food here to comfort us if we make complete idiots out of ourselves.”

“You’re pretty confident in your idiocy.” You joke before taking a bite of your food, “But how do you know I’m the same?”

“You blush at a lot of the things I say.” Soobin answers, watching as your cheeks go red right after, “I know I’m able to make you nervous. And you’re like me, so when you get nervous you start rambling things out.”

You roll your eyes as if he’s wrong, but you know he’s spot on. 

“Yeah well your lisp gets worse when you’re nervous.” You say back, trying to one up him. His eyes widen in surprise at you.

“So does yours.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, “I barely have one anymore.”

“You have one, and it’s adorable.” He answers before dipping his head down to take another bite of his food, hiding from you. You want to compliment his back, but instead decide to change the subject.

“Okay okay, let’s get into these deep questions you had in mind. You start.”

“It was my idea.” Soobin pouts, making you whine playfully at him. You laugh and then speak again.

“Fine, I’ll start. Ummm...” You take second to think before a question pops into your head, “What’s your major and why?” 

Soobin perks up, “Not that deep but getting there. Was English but is now Communications. What’s yours?”

You were right about your assumption back in his dorm room and smile at his answer.

“Communications. Why’d you change from English?” You shoot back.

“Copycat,” He teases even though you had the major before him, “And I loved it, I just wanted a different type of job after awhile. I felt like English kind of restricted me to just one type of writing job, and I wanted to have a more creative career options in the future.”

You nod at his answer, agreeing completely. It seems you two were more alike than you thought.

“Okay your turn,” He says before taking another drink, awaiting your question. You make a face at him, “Uhhh no I already asked you.”

He shakes his head, “And I asked you your major.”

You glare, “You can’t bounce off my question and act like it’s yours too. Be creative, Soobin! Use those critical thinking skills of yours. Come on, wow me.” You’re teasing him, and he knows it. He’s shaking his head and chuckling as he thinks.

“Okay, fine. Tell me about one of your passions.”

You think about this for a second, eyes looking down at the table in thought before you answer, “Writing, probably. Reading doesn’t really count as a passion - it’s more of a hobby.”

Soobin looks pleased with your answer, nodding gently as you speak up again.

“Yours?”

“Nope, no bouncing off my question.” He says back smugly. You cover your face and laugh loudly, not even realizing your mistake.

“God, okay, tell me one of your hobbies.”

Soobin takes a drink and thinks about it for a few seconds.

“Maybe academics? I don’t know... I just... I like school,” He explains as he talks to you, “I just kind of do good because I’m a perfectionist. I have no choice there.” 

You nod, urgining him to continue. He adds to this quickly.

“My passion is dancing, I think.” He says this quietly, almost like he’s shy about it. You’re surprised at this.

“Dancing?” You ask, unsure if you actually heard him right.

He nods silently, a deep crimson powdering over his cheeks as he does. You’re surprised, but somehow, it totally makes sense. 

Soobin, although a jock, could be very unpredictable at times - and this was definitely one of those times. Dancing, you think. It’s impressive. 

“You didn’t strike me as a dancer.” You say honestly, “Considering you do sports most of the time.”

Soobin nods, “I’m not the only guy on the football team who does dance, which is really great and, like, super progressive, but I’m the only one who does it as a hobby and not seriously. I don’t know if I could do it seriously, or even professionally.”

The only other dancer on the team you know is Mark, but you don’t say anything. You keep on listening as he speaks, fully interested.

“I dance with my friend Beomgyu who’s, like, killer at it. We use the practice studio late at night when our classes are all done. He’s a dance major so he gets to practice whenever he wants which is really convenient for us.” 

You nod, “So how long have you been dancing?”

“Not long,” He answers honestly, “Maybe just over a year now. I don’t know, I’ve wanted to start for awhile but never did until just this year when I got the chance.”

“I think that’s really cool.” You smile at him finally, watching as his face lights up.

“Thank you, I try.”

You both talk for a little while longer, sharing dreams and hopes, and things you never thought you’d even tell eachother before finally finish your food and standing to throw away your trash. You can’t help but yawn a bit once you’re finally done, tiredness finally hitting you once you realize it’s well past 9 at night.

“Are you tired?” Soobin asks, hand suddenly running up and down your arm soothingly. You lean into him, nodding a bit, “It is getting late, but I still want to watch you do rock climbing.”

Soobin laughs, “I think it’s probably closed by now, but for one of our next dates we can come back and you can watch me break my leg while rock climbing.”

You ignore the way hope crawls up your body, knowing that Soobin wants a next time. You blush and nod softly, letting Soobin see that you’re fine with it before he leads you both to the exit, finally taking you back home.

The sky is clear as you both walk the short distance from Benny’s back to campus, and somehow, Soobin’s hand has entangled itself in yours as you two walk, gently rubbing circles on the outside of your palm as you two make small conversation. It feels so right - all of it. Your heart beats steadily in your chest as you walk through the cool night air with Soobin.

“-And that’s why I chose to move so far for college, I guess.” You finish what you were previously explaining, glancing over at a nodding Soobin.

“I think it’s brave that you moved so far away to achieve your goals. It’s admirable, really.” 

You laugh gently at this, appreciating his words.

“I feel like-” Soobin hesitates, “Well... I don’t know, I feel comfortable like this.” He speaks up, looking at you as you two walk. A slight breeze blows, sending your hair in front of your face gently.

Soobin doesn’t hesitate to reach up and brush the few strands behind your ear, lips tugging up at the corners after.

“Me too.” You agree softly, finally spotting your dorms a few yards away, “I’ll be honest, I was really nervous for tonight.”

Soobin laughs, almost not believing you.

“So was I, but you shouldn’t have been, it’s just me.”

“I know,” You nod as the two of you reach the dorm’s entrance, “I just couldn’t help it, I guess.”

Soobin nods a final time, showing he understands before stopping in front of you. Even though the two of you are done walking, his hand still holds yours lightly, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. You try to shake the feeling but can’t.

“So next time I’ll kick your butt at baseball.” Soobin jokes, eyes crinkling up cutely as you laugh. 

“Okay, we’ll see about that.” You hide your face behind one hand, trying to cover up as you laugh at him. You don’t notice Soobin moving until your other hand is being pulled down away from your face, and is entwined in his.

“You’re pretty when you laugh.” Soobin says softly, sending butterflies loose in your stomach.

“I-,” He corrects himself, “I mean you’re pretty all the time, not just when you laugh.”

You giggle, “You’re pretty too.”

Soobin’s cheeks redden, like he’s never been praised for his looks before, and then his grin drops a bit.

His eyes are back to flashing down your face, to your lips, and you feel the tension start to rise again; the same feelings from earlier hitting you in what can only be described as a whirlwind of emotion.

You tilt your head just slightly, watching him. You don’t know what he’ll do next - or if he’ll even do anything - but part of you hope he does.

“I...” You start but your word hangs in the air as soon as Soobin steps closer, one hand loosening from yours to move up and cradle your face gently. His fingers are soft on your skin as you gaze into his soft eyes, breathing erratic. 

“Is this... is this okay?” Soobin whispers, words almost lost in the nighttime breeze as he dips his head down, moving that much closer to you. His lips are inches from yours now, and your senses are heightened.

You just manage to nod before Soobin does the same, his other hand which is holding yours starting to shake. You glance down to make sure it’s not just you shaking, but your eyes flash back up when you realize it’s not.

You make it a rule to not kiss guys on the first date - but for the first time ever, you think it would be okay to break that rule. 

Soobin’s breath is gentle on your skin as he lets out a soft sigh, voice coming out a few octaves deeper when he speaks again.

“Can I- would it be okay if I did something I should have done earlier?”

You’re nodding before you realize you are, and it’s like the whole world around you stops as Soobin nods in affirmation before slowly leaning in.

You feel the way your breath catches in your throat as soon as Soobin’s mouth slots against yours, and his soft lips press lightly against slightly parted ones. The kiss is gentle, and you two hardly move the whole time, scared that if one person does, the spell will be broken and real life will come crashing down around the two of you. 

You feel yourself sigh when he momentarily pulls away, but his hand pulls you closer afterwards, surprising you by looping around your waist and bringing you firmly against him.

This kiss is better than the first.

Soobin’s hand is steady against your hip, and his thumb strokes your jaw lightly as he kisses you, teeth grazing your bottom lip as it deepens, evoking a deep sigh from you. You want to be closer to him - ironically, since you’re already as close as you can get - and you know he feels the same. His chest is rising and falling when you two finally detach, and his cheeks are pink. Soobin’s hands are still shaking.

You laugh lightly, unable to do anything else. Soobin does the same, both of you buzzing with nerves.

“I... okay.” He struggles for words, stepping back slightly, giving you space.

“Thank you... for tonight.” You clarify, moving to grab your keys from your jacket pocket. Soobin is already nodding.

“It’s no problem. Thank you for going.” You nod back, smiling again.

“I’ll call you, I promise.” Soobin adds, dimples appearing on both of his cheeks. Your heart warms at the sight.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You say, biting your lip as Soobin steps even farther away.

“Okay, I’ll see you, Y/N.” Soobin says sweetly, hands burying in his hoodie pockets before he walks backwards towards the sidewalk again.

“See you, Soobin.” You smile before finally going inside, heart pounding.

You close the door behind you, and with your heart soaring and one of the brightest smiles ever adorning your face, you make your way to your bedroom, unable to hide the excitement you have for the next time you’ll be able to see him.

Because that’s what Soobin does - you suddenly realize.

He gets under people’s skin, and he brings light into them. 

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you finally enter your room, closing the door behind you.

Soobin had gotten in just a little bit tonight, and had started to let some of the light into you. And after everything that had happened -  you were letting him.

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perfectly perfect | choi soobin (extra#1)

the one where he gets jealous

➴ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ➴ Word Count: 1.2k ➴ Rating: G ➴ Genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, fluff, established relationship!au

a/n: this an extra part of my series Perfectly Perfect. It happens after everything. Please check it out, as well as the collaborative series ARCADIA ACADEMY, which Perfectly Perfect a part of. I just got so much feels from Popular Jock Soobin from the Drama MV i just had to.

“I think it would turn out better if we distribute these like—-“

“Like this, babe?”

“Perfect,” Y/N smiled, nodding satisfactorily. “and stop calling me babe. Do we even have enough brochures?”

“Seems like we don’t, I’ll go ask the office if they have more,”

“Cool,” Y/N hums as she sorted through the paperwork. “Thanks, Haechan,”

There was a noise of acknowledgement as Haechan waved his hand, disappearing around the corner.

Then, it was silent again—nothing but the sound of low murmurs and pages turning ever once in a while in the small library space.

She sighs as she leans back to rest her eyes, groaning.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Y/N cracked a smile, opening one eye to be met with sparkling brown eyes.

Y/N giggled as Soobin’s hands leaned on her chair, his figure leaning over her.

“Peachy,” Y/N hummed as Soobin leaned down, planting a quick kiss on her lips. “What are you doing here?”

“I was on my way to the court, but I saw you through the library window.” Soobin smiled, planting another kiss on her lips before sitting down next to her. “I thought you said you were going home early today?”

“I was, but Mr. Kim told me to sort these all out,” Y/N groaned, leaning on him as he cooed sympathetically. “I’m tired,”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Soobin hummed, wrapping his arms around the girl and laying a soft kiss on her head. “What exactly are these, though?”

Y/N’s face was buried in his sweater by this point, her voice muffled as she snuggled into his shoulder.

He took a brochure, gazing at the maroon detailing. Harvard University.

“College brochures,” Y/N said, hand reaching up to clutch on his sweater. “Had to sort it out for distribution for classes. I missed you,”

Soobin smiled, pressing his lips to her temple. “Yeah? You saw me two hours ago, though,”

“I still missed you,” Y/N complained, raising her head. “You weren’t in class, where were you?”

Soobin laughed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Yeonjun-hyung and I had to go on an interview for the press release for Nationals, remember?”

“Wait, that was today?”

Soobin laughed once more, nodding as he gazed over the small pout gracing his girlfriend’s features.

“You’re so cute,”

Y/N smiled, leaning forward and pinching his cheek.

“You’re cuter, Mr. Volleyball Prince.”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Soobin whined.

She only laughed back, pressing another kiss on his lips—revelling in the way his arms tightened around her waist.

“So,” Soobin pulled away, smiling. “How about you come with me to the court and watch me practice, and then I can take you to a small date afterwards and walk you home?”

“I’ll take you up on that date,” Y/N smiled, giggling as Soobin pressed another peck on her lips. “but I can’t watch you practice,”

“What, why?” Soobin pouted. “I promise someone won’t accidentally throw another ball your way, baby—“

“It’s not that, although that really hurt—I hope you didn’t accept that applicant because they cannot play at all,”

“Believe me, we didn’t.” Soobin snorted.

“Anyway, I’d love to watch you, baby. You know this,” Y/N smiled. “But we have to finish this today.”

At this Soobin raised an eyebrow,.

“We?”

“Babe, I’m back!”

Soobin flinched in surprise as Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation as a figure bounded over to them.

“Keep your voice down, you’re in a library,” Y/N chastised as Haechan set down a big box of brochures on the floor next to them. “and I told you to stop calling me babe,”

“and I told you to call me by my real name, but do you?”

“It just slips my mind,” Y/N defended as she straightened up, letting Soobin’s hands drop from her body.

“Then not calling you babe slips my mind, too,” Haechan laughed mischievously, nodding over at Soobin. “Hello, prince.”

“Hi," Soobin frowned, tilting his head.

Haechan nonchalantly plopped down on his chair, ignoring Soobin—whether purposely or not, Soobin couldn’t really tell— as he wiggled his eyebrows over at Y/N.

The girl only ignored him, reaching down and taking a couple of brochures in her hands and setting off to work.

“So, anyways, Y/N,” Haechan started. “what do you say after we sort all of this out, we go grab some—“

“Not interested.”

“Come on, babe!” Haechan groaned. “You’ll crack at some point.”

“No,”

“You will. I’m charming, I’m charming you.”

“No,” Y/N sighed, handing him a set of varied brochures. “Wrap this up, please.”

Soobin’s hand slowly inched around Y/N’s shoulders, eyes alarmed as Haechan shot his girlfriend a flying kiss—which was promptly ignored.

“So, baby,” Soobin started, clearing his throat as he shot a mischievous-looking Haechan an apprehensive look. “where do you want to go for our date later?”

Y/N hummed in thought, hands continuously stacking brochures.

“I don’t know. I’ve been craving some boba lately,” Y/N shrugged. “Not that hungry for actual food.”

“Okay, then. The best boba place later for my girlfriend,” Soobin nodded. “because my girlfriend wants boba. So I’ll take my girlfriend to drink some boba tea, on a date. With my girlfriend,”

Y/N looked up at him with a confused glance as his hands tightened around her shoulders.

“Uh, yes. Your girlfriend wants boba,” Y/N raised her eyebrow and pressed her palm on his forehead. “Are you sick?”

“So,” Haechan started, eyes amused and plotting as he smirked over at Soobin. “If you’re going on a date with Soobin today, does that mean you’ll go with me tomorrow—“

“No,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the same time as Soobin gasped and word-vomited.

“She’s mine, she’s my girlfriend! She’s dating me! Back off!”

Haechan burst out in hysterics, leaning back on his chair and almost falling back as Y/N smiled in amusement.

“Soobin, were you jealous?” Y/N asked, holding back her laughter at the quickly reddening face of the Volleyball Prince.

“What, no, I’m not,” He coughed, clearing his throat and turning his head away.

“Then why are you red?”

Haechan leaned his head on his hand, smirking as Soobin grew increasingly flustered.

“I’m not red—anyways, you seem cold so wear my jacket.” Soobin faked an awkward cough, ignoring his girlfriend’s amused smile as he took off his letterman. “And, I should go—you’re making me late for practice, you know.”

“Well, I didn’t tell you to stay, didn’t I?” Y/N teased, making Soobin’s eyes widen.

Haechan snorted.

“Hyung, stop being whipped and come on—we’re late!” Beomgyu said, sticking his head out of the doorway.

From below him, Kai’s head popped up.

“Hi noona! Will you be coming today?”

“Not today,” Y/N smiled as Soobin floundered on the spot.

She snorted, landing a small peck on his lips.

“Thank you for the jacket, baby. Now go to practice before Yeonjun has my head.”

“I’ll see you in two hours.” Soobin mumbled before stumbling out the door.

Haechan burst out in laughter as Y/N sat back down with a sigh, shrugging on Soobin’s jacket.

The big white block letters CHOI SOOBIN 12 in clear print on her back.

“With the way he keeps making you wear the jacket, I’m surprised he still thinks there’s someone in this school who doesn’t know you’re dating,” Haechan commented in amusement.

“It’s okay, I get cold sometimes,” Y/N shrugged, smiling as she fell back into fixing the brochures. “Besides, I like it when he calls me his.”

Haechan only snorted.

“You guys are weird.”

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perfectly perfect | choi soobin (1)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ↳ word count: 1.6k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy 

(please also read “Competition,” Arcadia Academy’s Yeonjun series by @soobindigo​ and “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin​ 💖)

High school festivals were, generally speaking, a big pain in the ass. Especially when you’re the one in charge of your class booth, and already had five classmates flake out on you in favor of another booth.

That was what led to a very frustrated Y/N arriving at the massive volleyball court in the middle of a very important volleyball match she could care less about, marching around the bleachers and looking for a certain blonde-haired girl.

“Hana,” Y/N called as she approached the girl adorned in Arcadia High paraphernalia and holding a hand-made Go Pumas! Go Soobin! banner. “I’ve been looking all over for you. We’re supposed to be fixing the booth right now. What are you doing here?”

The blonde-haired girl sheepishly turned to Y/N.

“Well?”

“I guess Mr. Namjoon forgot to tell you,” the girl sighed. “I bailed out. I have to fix the booth for the drama club. Sorry,”

There was a loud noise—Arcadia High’s team scored another point.

Y/N flinched as the crowd around her erupted in cheers.

She never understood the hype around sports, much less the athletes.

Around her, girls waved home-made banners around with different names and designs—she even saw someone raise up a Mollang doll at some point.

To Y/N some things are more important—for instance, fixing this booth for her college transcript to look spotless.

“Screw this,” Y/N sighed as she moved near the doorway, where there were less students.

She passed by a girl standing idly by the bleachers, making her mutter under her breath.

“Seriously, why won’t these fangirls stay in one place?” Y/N groaned as she passed by.

She phoned Mr. Kim, her eyes trained on the court and did their best to follow the ball despite her lack of knowledge on the game.

“Yes?”

“Sir, I—“ Y/N sighed as the horn sounded, another score going to the home team—Arcadia High.

She flinched at the loud screeches of the volleyball team’s fangirls.

On the court, a tall black-haired boy, the one and only Choi Soobin, sent the crowd a wide smile.

The screams got louder.

“Dear God,” Y/N groaned.

“Ms. L/N, are you at the regionals?” Mr. Kim asked, surprised. “I never knew you liked Volleyball,”

“I don’t, sir. I don’t even like sports,” Y/N replied, sighing. “but Hana does, and she just informed me she just quit the booth,”

“Oh yes, she informed me during homeroom,”

“Sir Namjoon,” Y/N ran a hand over her face. “I need a stable partner. She’s the fifth one who quit. Is there anyone you can give me that wouldn’t bail?”

“Let’s weigh our options,” Mr. Kim hummed in thought. “How about—Oh, Choi Soobin came to me earlier asking for extra credit. He needs it for his sports scholarship application for college,”

Y/N’s eyes widened, looking over at the court as Soobin flawlessly set the ball with a gigantic smile on his face.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Sir, I don’t think he’s the right fit,” Y/N declared. “He will not give his all to the project,”

“Ms. President, please be reminded that we are very short on time,” Mr. Kim replied curtly. “Besides, he’ll take it. He needs the credits,”

“Sir—“

“I have to go, Ms. President. I have a PTA in 5 minutes,” Mr. Kim interrupted. “Meet me at my office tomorrow with Mr. Choi,”

“Wha—Sir—“

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Y/N pulled her phone away, gaping as the line went dead.

The game was at its peak—seeing as the captain Choi Yeonjun was arguing with the referee on-court.

While the rest of the spectators from Arcadia High worried and fretted over the captain of the team, a girl amongst the rest of the volleyball team was cheering and laughing at the said boy. Weird.

“Choi Yeonjun, foul.” The speakers blurted out.

Yeonjun stomped his way out of the court and to the benches, muttering angrily to himself.

“This is gonna be a long game,” Y/N whined to herself, groaning as Soobin took the ball in his hands with a smile and served.

“Arcadia Pumas win 3:2 sets. Congratulations to our regional champions!”

Y/N groaned, standing up and dusting her skirt off and picking up her school blazer—which she shed off at some point in between the games.

She made her way down the bleachers and joined the crowd of giddy teenage girls trying to approach the volleyball team.

“Soobinie, congratulations!”

“Yeonjun, it’s okay! We still won!”

“Beomgyu, you looked so cool today!”

Y/N wanted to barf.

What was so special about the volleyball teams? They were just boys.

Sure, they were attractive and athletic and hot. They had the tendency to go shirtless sometimes when they were on a break during practice for some weird reason. They were nice to look at.

But they were just boys.

Y/N huffed as she pushed her way through the big crowd and made her way towards Soobin.

Choi Soobin—the volleyball prince and co-captain.

While his other co-captain, Yeonjun, had the reputation of being an arrogant, hot-headed asshole, Soobin was the complete opposite.

He goes around the school with a giant smile and talks softly, always accepting gifts and compliments with a gentle voice that pulls the girls in.

He was the boy every girl wanted—the smart, kind type of boyfriend you’d like your parents to meet.

He was princely, so princely that he was constantly surrounded by girls trying to get his attention—just like now.

“Soobin,” Y/N called as she reached the tall boy.

The said boy turned to her and smiled, tilting his head. His eyes narrowed into slits, seemingly smiling at her as well.

“Thank you,” Soobin chuckled, bowing his head slightly at her before turning his back on her to thank another girl.

“What?” Y/N blinked in confusing, shaking her head as she pulled on the back of his jersey. “Choi Soobin!”

He turned back to her and smiled again. Before she could talk, his back was in front of her once more.

Perhaps it was because he was so adamant on ignoring her that she finally snapped.

“Hey, Soobin,” Y/N hissed, pulling on his arm. “I’m talking to you!”

The girls stopped fawning over Soobin to glare at the girl who was so hell-bent on getting the volleyball prince’s attention.

Soobin turned back to her, his wide eyes blinking and a dumb-founded smile on his face. “Yes?”

“I was talking to you,”

“Oh,” the boy replied, smiling widely. “You were going to congratulate me, right? Thank you!”

“No,” Y/N groaned as the boy furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why is this nerd talking to Soobin?” She could hear the whispers going around. “I know, does she think he’ll date her when she looks like that?”

Y/N cleared her throat.

“Mr. Kim Namjoon sent me to get you for the extra-credit thing you asked him earlier.” Y/N said, glaring over at the girls who were gossiping off at the side.

Soobin’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth forming an ‘o’.

“Oh, yes. That,” Soobin nodded, smiling again at the crowd of girls. “Sorry, guys. I gotta take care of this,”

A chorus of “It’s okay, Soobinie,” and “Good luck, Soobin!” replied to him.

Y/N winced. Ew.

As the crowd dispersed, Soobin faced her again with another smile.

“So, what about the extra-credit?”

“You have to help me fix the booth for the summer festival,” Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair.

Soobin blinked.

“Oh,” he smiled again. “What was your name again?”

“Y/N,” She glared up at the boy. What was his business being so tall? “We’re classmates, I’m the class president!”

“Are we?”

“We’ve been classmates for four years!”

“Right,” Soobin chuckled. “Y/N. I’m sorry, but, uh, I can’t help you with that.”

Y/N chuckled too, frustrated beyond belief.

She gave him a smile.

“Right,” she grasped his wrist sweetly. “I don’t think you have a choice here, buddy,”

Soobin’s smile was wiped off his face.

“Wait, what—“

Before he could continue, Y/N pulled him out of the court.

“Woah, woah, wait!” Soobin said, pulling back as the doors closed behind him. “You are unusually strong for your size,”

Y/N turned back, glaring at the boy. “Are you calling me short?”

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “I mean sure? You’re not an athlete, I didn’t think you were this strong,”

“Just because I don’t play sports doesn’t mean I’m weak,” Y/N snorted to herself, turning back to him. “Come on, we have to go,”

“Where?”

“Fix the classroom for the festival?” Y/N replied in frustration. “Did you not hear me in there or is that brain of yours just a deflated volleyball?”

Soobin only smiled. “Right,”

“Let’s go,”

“See, class president, I can’t,” Soobin explained. “I’m the co-captain of the volleyball team so I have our fundraiser to take care of,”

“That’s great,” Y/N replied, raising her eyebrows. “Except I don’t care. I’m the class president, and the adviser said you do this or no credit,”

Soobin’s smile dropped, his eyes closed as he let out a frustrated sigh.

“Look. I’m packed. Just let me go,”

“No,”

Soobin crossed his arms. “I thought Lana was in-charge,”

“Hana,”

“Hana, yeah. Her.” Soobin nodded, a frown on his face.

Y/N was almost shocked—she didn’t know the volleyball prince could frown.

Nonetheless, she shook her head.

“She quit,”

Soobin’s eyes lightened up, smiling sweetly at the girl once more.

“Oh, can I quit?” He asked. “I’d love to help but I’m really packed,”

Y/N returned his enthusiastic smile.

“No,”

With another irritated smile, Y/N took his wrist and pulled him away again—Soobin whining behind her.

Of all the things she’s heard about him, Y/N never thought the volleyball prince could be so annoying.

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perfectly perfect | choi soobin (5)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ↳ word count: 1.5k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin​​ 💖)

a/n: i am a big fat liar and did this instead of my job so I guess here’s an update tonight. Go check the post after this for the teaser of my next fic juiceayo.

It was the day after the festival.

What was once hallways bustling with students and visitors playing game, eating food and having fun was now back to its dull state as a normal high school with classes and boring old teachers droning about the anatomy of a human being.

It was here that Y/N approached Soobin, in the middle of a busy hallway with students rushing around as classes start getting dismissed.

“Soobin,” Y/N cleared her throat, making him stop in his tracks.

In her hands was a crumpled brown paper bag.

Taehyun, who was under Soobin’s grasp at the time, ducked out of his hold—backing away with a sympathetic smile at the girl.

It was no secret—Soobin was notorious for rejecting girls, albeit politely.

Everyone in the hallway stopped, watching the incoming trainwreck.

“Oh, no, the president fell in love with Soobin? That’s unfortunate,” “I feel so bad for her,” “Soobin’s going to reject her, this is going to be so funny!”

“This is for you,”

A trainwreck that would never come.

For the first time ever, Soobin didn’t smile and bow.

Soobin didn’t shake his head and apologize for rejecting her confession.

Instead, he frowned and slowly took the bag.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking out the contents.

It was his hoodie, freshly washed and dried, along with a chocolate bun.

“The hoodie?” he dead-panned.

“And bread,” Y/N coughed. “You, uh, said you liked sweet stuff,”

Soobin narrowed his eyes at her, making her blush bright red.

“Well, thanks for letting me borrow your hoodie,” Y/N nodded, embarrassed enough. “Bye, then,”

She turned to leave before Soobin’s voice cut through the awkward silence.

“Hey, pres,”

“Yes?” She turned back, seeing Soobin sling the paper bag behind his shoulder.

Y/N stuck out her hands just in time to catch the hoodie Soobin threw her way.

“Wear it today,” He said.

At this, Y/N gaped.

Whispers started around them as Soobin nonchalantly opened the wrapping of the chocolate bun.

“What is happening?” “Isn’t that Soobin’s Arcadia Academy hoodie? Like with his jersey number and everything?” “Why is he eating the food? He never eats it himself, he just accepts it,” “Did she confess already?”

Y/N looked back at him.

“Uh,” She blinked as Soobin chewed.

“Hm?”

Taehyun was only at the side, his wide eyes dancing from his hyung to her and back in confusion.

“Why are you giving me this?” Y/N asked.

Soobin stopped, wracking his head for an excuse.

“Your—uh,” He stuttered, blushing red. “Because your jacket looks ugly,”

Y/N blinked.

“It’s the school blazer.”

“Exactly,” Soobin nodded, taking Taehyun closer to him. “Oh, look! Taehyun’s late for class, bye!”

He dragged Taehyun down the hall, the sea of students parting for him as Taehyun screamed after him.

“Class is over and we’re waiting for Hueningkai!”

From behind Y/N, a hand patted her back.

“Nice meeting you!”

It was Hueningkai, one of Soobin’s favorite volleyball juniors, shooting her a smile. he giggled, similar to how Soobin usually does. “Congrats, bye!”

He smiled one last time before bolting after his hyung and Taehyun.

“Soobin-hyung, the gym is this way!”

Y/N can only grin.

Choi Soobin—what a guy.

In the library, Y/N ran over multiple reviewers and notes as she revised for the upcoming college entrance exams.

She settled in her seat, Soobin’s hoodie practically swallowing her with how big it was on her figure.

Still, it was comfy, and even if she did take very good care to wash it carefully—it still smelled so much like him.

“Hey, the boy’s volleyball team is practicing right now, right?” “Yes, for nationals!” “Let’s watch. You know how Soobin’s face destresses me,” “You mean Beomgyu? Uh, he’s so hot,” “Yeonjun, actually. I like a guy who knows what he’s doing,” “They’re all hot, can we go now?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, head turning to the girls conversing as they exited the library.

So, they’re practicing for Nationals, huh?

Y/N shook her head and gathered her files.

“I should continue these at home,” She muttered her self, checking the time.

4:00 PM.

Shoving her papers in her backpack, she left the library—stopping short at the sight of Choi Soobin leaning on a tree trunk outside the building.

In his hands was a bottle of banana milk, which he was turning over with his hands.

He was muttering under his breath before he pushed himself off the tree and turned to leave.

“Soobin?” Y/N called, making him flinched and turn with eyes wide. “You look like a deer caught in headlights,”

“Ah, yeah,” He chuckled nervously.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, her hands slipping inside the pockets of his hoodie.

His eyes darted to her figure, smiling slightly at seeing the hoodie.

“Uh, I got this for you,” Soobin said, throwing the banana milk her way.

Y/N gasped as she caught it in her hands.

“Why?”

“Just felt like it,” Soobin shrugged as he reached the girl, giving her the straw. “Here you go,”

“Thanks,” she smiled, taking a sip of the drink. “I thought you had volleyball practice,”

“It’s just practice,” He shrugged as Y/N turned to walk away.

Y/N smiled as she heard him shuffle behind her, following her.

“So?”

“I can’t want practice today,”

“So,” Y/N turned to him as he fell into step with her. “What exactly do you want me to do with that?”

“I can’t practice today because I don’t have my hoodie with me,” He shrugged, muttering. “I get cold sometimes,”

Y/N stopped walking and looked down at the hoodie.

“You told me to wear it, and hoodies during practice?”

“Yes, I can’t function well without it,”

“I mean, you have like three of these, but okay,” Y/N shrugged, moving to take it off.

“Wait, no!” Soobin stopped, Y/N taking her hands away from the hoodie. “Don’t take it off,”

“Why?”

“You look cute,” Soobin muttered under his breath before speaking up. “I mean because it’s cold,”

“But you said you wanted it,”

“No, I said I can’t practice without it,”

“Well, you got to practice now, right?” Y/N asked, making Soobin grumble.

“But I gave you that,”

Y/N raised her eyebrows before shaking her head with a laugh.

“Okay,” she smiled. “What do you want me to do, then?”

“Nothing,” Soobin shrugged. “I just go where my hoodie goes,”

“Ah, okay, then.” Y/N nodded before taking his hand. “Where do you want it to go?”

Soobin blinked, smiling softly before intertwining their hands shyly.

“I don’t know,” He muttered. “Wherever you want to go,”

“Hm,” Y/N smiled, continuing to walk with Soobin’s hand gripping hers tightly. “What if I want to go home and study?”

Soobin scrunched his nose up.

“I mean, I was thinking the arcade,” He said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“You have volleyball practice, volleyball prince.”

Soobin scoffed, swinging their hands in protest.

“Hey, can’t a guy blow off some steam? Besides, I told you to stop calling me that!” He whined as Y/N laughed.

At this, Soobin continued.

“Anyways, I wanted to go back to that basketball machine, you know? I’m really good at basketball too. When we were there, there was this volleyball prize—it was a good volleyball brand—and I really want it, but it’s like 5,000 tickets and I want to get it but I have to go to the arcade and actually win the tickets to—“

Cutting off his rambling, Y/N reached up and stole a peck from his lips.

Soobin froze, looking down at the girl who started to giggle at him dumbfounded expression.

“Ha, look at you! You look stu—“

Soobin took his face in her hands, leaning down and crashing his lips on hers.

Y/N smiled, hands trailing up to cover his that was cupping her face.

The kiss was soft, gentle, shy—the kiss she was expecting, but yet it was so much better than she imagined.

His lips were soft and plush like pillows—or maybe clouds—and there was no awkard clashing of noses or teeth.

Just her and him, right there.

Y/N pulled away with a smile as Soobin started to giggle, pressing quick pecks to her lips, nose, cheeks, anywhere on her face.

“Hey, hey, stop!” Y/N laughed as Soobin smiled again, planting another kiss on her lips with his hands tight around her waist.

She pulled away once more, pulling his hands off of her waist and intertwining it with his.

“Okay, now follow your hoodie to the arcade,”

Soobin grinned.

“I’d follow it everywhere,” Soobin said before stopping. “But right now, let’s go to the arcade please, baby?”

“Baby?” Y/N laughed teasingly as Soobin placed another peck on her lips.

“I’m doing everything I can for you to say yes, I really want that ball.”

Y/N laughed as Soobin wrapped his arm around her waist, giving her another kiss before dragging her to the arcade.

Everything was perfectly perfect.

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