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tbzhours · 1 year

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come to me

hyunjae x you, enemies to lovers au, college au, fluff, smut

[summary] hyunjae may be the (annoying) key to your heart [warning] smut [words] 2.7k [a/n] i don’t think this is much of an etl but i still hope you all like this! ♡

Watching the clock, you stumbled through the kitchen with your backpack on as the last resort, getting the warm toast in the toaster before heading out of the door. Your hair was a mess but you didn’t want to miss today’s class and get a tarty mark. You were ready to fail another class because you couldn’t get up early enough.

With the toast hanging in your mouth after you closed your door, you heard Hyunjae, your next door dormie, walking out of his apartment room at the same time too. He looked like he just got out of bed, like the usual, when you both stared at each other for a second, hands still on your own door knobs.

There wasn’t a chance to let him beat you as you both scrambled down the hall, shoulders bumping into each other through your paced walk. You took out the toast from your lips and held onto it when you suggested, “Hey, why don’t you take the stairs today?”

“Ha, nice try. The elevator fits more than one but if I get there first, bye bye.” He waved at you while your race was still on.

You huffed, “I’m gonna get there first, don’t you dare.”

“Try me.” Hyunjae took your toast from your hand and took a big bite before your eyes widened. He handed it back and smiled before he saw the elevator door opening.

You took it back and ran into the door with him, getting stuck on the edges. You gave him a glare and pushed him on his side to give yourself room to go through before he whined in pain, covering his mouth or the food would fall out.

“Tried, and I won.” You smiled in victory, taking another bite from your toast.

“Not really.” He chuckled and clicked on the main floor button. He made a face at you, shaking his head along. “Because I’m already in here.”

You squinted another glare and crossed your arms as the door closed. He was definitely more annoying than last semester. It took you days of seeing him on your apartment floor a few weeks ago before you realized he was the TA in one of your old classes. He was so strict and such a smartass that seeing him in his regular lazy outfits made you wanna clown him, but that wouldn’t work because he would just clown you back and you would lose. Again. Luckily, you didn’t have any classes with him except with the fact that he’s now your next-door mate, and everyday, it would cross your mind of the damn chances.

The elevator door finally opened and Hyunjae stuck out his tongue at you before walking out first. You almost threw a punch but held it back. You hoped you wouldn’t meet him here again when you come back later.

That evening after your busy day, you were at ease, a relieved smile squirming through your face when you reached your floor. There was no one in sight as you hopped through the hall, hands in your pockets as you hummed a happy tone.

Once you reached your door, you realized you didn’t grab your keys before you left that morning. You hit your head before you sent a text to Jacob, the residential coordinator of the building, before sighing with your head against your door. You whispered and shook your head, “The perks of living alone.”

Minutes later, you heard the elevator door open. You jotted your head up and turned it toward the sound but you had a disgusted look when you saw Hyunjae. His laugh echoed through the hall as you turned back to your door, setting your head there again with your eyes closed. You wished he would just ignore you but you knew he wouldn’t.

“Got locked out again?” He questioned, a lofty smirk painted across his face as he grabbed his keys out from his pocket.

“Get lost.” You demanded, soft-toned though filled with irk. It only made him chuckle with his lips closed. You barely heard it, other than the shuffling breaths from his nose.

“If you’d like, you can come over until Jacob gets here.” He offered but you sent a threatening squint.

Right then, Jacob reached your floor and called out your name, giving you and Hyunjae a wave. You smiled in relief and gave him a wave back. You looked at Hyunjae once more before sticking out your tongue. He shook his head with a tiny smile before he opened his door and left the scene.

Days went by without seeing Hyunjae much. You only recalled seeing him in the library, studying prettily with his coffee and hearing him through your door when he left his place or when he came back. The only weird thing was that he was the first thing in your mind when you woke up this morning. You got up earlier than usual and fixed yourself a good breakfast before you leaned onto the kitchen counter with a cereal bowl in your hands.

A good thought of his determined face when walking out of your rooms made you laugh. Right before you took a spoonful, you slipped out a ”Sure, he’s pretty cute-”

You stopped chewing, realizing what you just said, and you knew how much this meant to you when it shouldn’t. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t comprehend what your words were telling you. You got up and took a million bites of your breakfast before you set the bowl in the sink.

“I don’t like him, I don’t like him.” You repeated to yourself when you gathered your things and left your place. You were whispering them as you walked through the hall, pacing up just like when you did with Hyunjae almost every day.

Once you got to the elevator, staring straight at your door after going through the doorway, Hyunjae suddenly came out of his room, looking like the usual mess he was. You had already stopped chanting but once he saw you and started to run toward you, you repeated the words as you tapped on the close button so he wouldn’t make it.

Your heart didn’t feel at ease still, when Hyunjae screamed your name in defeat as the door closed.

Even later when you came back first, waiting by the main floor elevator, you didn’t expect Hyunjae to stand next to you when you got lost in your crushing thoughts.

You jumped, holding your chest when he stood there, glaring at you because he wasn’t going to fight you this time. You fixed yourself and glared back before facing the elevator door, noticing your shared reflection.

“I’m gonna beat you next time.” Hyunjae whispered loud enough just for you to hear before you glared at him through the door.

When the door opened, you both walked in without fighting and stood in silence. Your hand was holding onto the strap of your backpack and it brushed against when it came down. The quietness got awkward as both of your eyes widened. Your face blushed with your fingers curling into your palm while he held in his breath. You peeked at the floor number and wondered why it was so slow. It didn’t beat your racing heart as you cursed in your mind.

Once the door opened up on your floor, you ran off first, whispering to yourself in a chant again, “I don’t like this feeling. Please make it stop.”

Hyunjae was still standing in the elevator, his hand holding his heart before hitting it, wondering why it wouldn’t stop.

Nights later, Hyunjae came up to his room and found you standing in front of your room, a deja vu to him because your head was on the door. You slowly turned to his direction when you heard his keys jingling.

Upon seeing his face, your cheeks bloomed. You remembered seeing him in the same cafe you were studying in today, realizing how awkward interacting with him was then, other than his sneaky tongue two days ago. His laugh was admirable as you saw him smiling with his groups of friends but you quickly looked away, denying that the sunlight behind him was blinding you and not him. He didn’t catch you staring but little did you know, there had been a soft touch from his lips when he looked at you.

It almost seemed desperate, wanting to see Hyunjae close just to kick his ass again but you held back, inhaling to perhaps start a conversation but he beated you.

“Last chance to come into my apartment room.”

You lost as he let you in. You followed him, eyes gazing through the room that mirrored yours. You looked back at him when he offered some snacks, leading you to the kitchen. You quickly complied and leaned your back against a counter. When he turned away, you couldn’t help to stare at him and as if he could tell, you looked away again and crossed your arms awkwardly.

You cleared your throat, “Don't think I’m staying long.”

Hyunjae smirked. It wasn’t cocky but somehow it ticked you off. He shrugged and set some snacks on the counter next to you. “Just until Jacob gets back. I heard he’s taking care of some deep secret business.”

You scoffed at his sneaky voice and thanked him quietly for the snacks when you opened a bag. Hyunjae did the same, watching how quiet you had gotten. He cleared his throat too, to lure the awkward air away and leaned onto the counter beside you.

“Anyway, you live alone?” He asked and flashed a smile.

“Yeah. You too?”

“No. I have a roommate but he’s barely here. I only see him on the weekend.”

“Weird.” You commented, not knowing what to ask next. It’s even weirder that you just realize it now.

Hyunjae smiled at your single word and turned forward. There was something tingling in his heart but he couldn’t pick it out.

“I think it’s time for me to ask Jacob for another spare key.” You sighed.

"Why? You might lose it again anyway.” He bickered, his voice in a tease. You glared at him but he continued to bother you with that smile. The second you looked away from him, he suddenly softened his tone. "I mean, you can crash at my place if it ever happens again.”

“What? Are you asking me to sleep over?” You stared at him in disbelief. He was more annoying than before but deep down, you could tell, he was sincere, for once that was. For a second, you knew what he meant but you weren't so sure too. You hated implied requests, despite the gush of warmth running through your touching arms but all of a sudden, you felt like you wanted him. Being this close, your stomach had already lit a bubble needing to be filled.

The evening didn’t seem so cold when Hyunjae heard your laugh afterwards. It's not weird at all, having such a normal conversation with you because you both would always bicker at each other. He's thinking too much that you shook your head, discarding the question when you turned around.

"Anyway, where are your cups? I need a drink." You opened a cabinet above you as Hyunjae smiled.

He got up and walked around you to open the cabinet next to you. He grabbed a cup and handed it to you. "Here you go."

"Thanks." You quickly turned away so he wouldn't see your blush. He hummed as you could feel him staring as you poured the drink into your cup. You took a sip and set it down before slowly turning to meet his eyes. No, actually, your eyes were lingering at his lips that you had to ask him, "Can I kiss you?"

"W-what?" Hyunjae was taken back, not expecting that to come out of you. He laughed, "(Y/N), why would you-"

His eyes widened at your tight kiss. Your hands were lapsed on his shoulders for a good five seconds before you pulled back, lightly gasping for air. Right before you could apologize, he moved in and connected your lips together. His arms wrapped behind you to pull your body to his and his lips were moving in desperation, wanting you more than ever.

The session intensified as he pushed you against the counter, your cup tipping over as the drink spilled. It didn't take long before he pulled you up onto his hips with the help of the counter. Your legs tangled behind him when you felt your butt getting wet.

Hyunjae walked you over to his room, your every part still touching as the door closed. He fell over you on his bed before gazing at you in a sneaky smile.

"Tell me this is what I came over for." You whispered, catching your breath underneath him. Your arms were tangling over his shoulders as your hands ruffled his hair.

"You keep forgetting your damn keys." He argued, obviously playing around when he tilted his head.

"Fuck those keys. Just fuck me."

Hyunjae loved the sound of that. Your lips danced against each other as you both took your clothes off, giggles whispering through as he got back over you. He planted kisses all over your body. He could smell the juice that soaked through your pants where it left a sweet smell on your butt cheek. You giggled when he planted a wet kiss there. Quickly, he got up to put protection on when you sighed, taking a deep breath from your racing heart.

You gasped when he pulled you by the thighs, making you fall your head over his pillow. He hovered over you and kissed your lips with his moving jaws, sliding his bulge against your wetness below. You moaned softly and long, feeling weak against his mouth then he looked down and guided his dick into you, one deeper push at a time.

Your moans went over your head as your hands gripped on his bedsheets. You thought it was sexy of him to cover your lips with his where your moans sang together. His thrusts were slow but when he left your lips and held his hands on the head bed behind you, he went faster and deeper, shaking the bed as you grip behind his hips.

You were blazed up all over, buckering your hips for a better hit from him and you rolled them against his pound, causing him to groan. He leaned beside your ear, whispering as it shivered down your spine. "You're good at this."

"Should of done this sooner." You teased back before reaching up to kiss him.

Hyunjae continued to push into you as your lips glided down to his shoulder and neck, leaving marks as he held a hand at your butt cheek to maintain the glorious thrusts. You were going to come through but you cursed instead of telling him.

"Holy fuck." He didn't slow his pace and tried to thrust harder into you and repeatedly as he chased his high. He held onto your hips with both of his hands and his strings shot out, one at a time into you. He threw his head back as he was shaking. You were still rolling your hips as you moaned at the tipsy feeling in your stomach, letting him finish before he breathed hotly.

Hyunjae gazed at you as you lied there, a chuckle shared before he kissed your lips. This time, softly. He slipped out of you and rested beside you. He held onto your hand as you both were catching your breath the millionth time today.

“Do you want to study together sometimes?” He asked. It sounded like a date as you shook your head and got over him to fix his hair and plant a big smooch on his lips back at him.

The next time you met was at the same cafe and you already ordered some things before he arrived after his class ended. Hyunjae didn't know that he was going to take a bite of your favorite muffin when you tried to win it back. Maybe he did know when he really took a bite of it with that funny smile. "Oops.”

#the boyz imagines #the boyz #hyunjae #hyunjae imagine #tbz imagines #kpop imagines #the boyz scenarios #tbz scenarios #college au #enemies to lovers au #smut

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raiiny-bay · 3 months

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dressing up the boys again pt. 2

#i present: dhes & kel collegeAU edition #ngl this is one of my favorite AUs #it's basically monster boyz if the boys didn't become monsters & the apocalypse never happened #sooo i guess it's a spinoff of the apocalypseAU #mm this is getting complicated isn't it. it's ok. i have everything written down lol.#i do have multiple journals dedicated to these guys #but yea it's called the collegeAU bc the boys... meet in college... uh #kel genuinely hates dhes for the longest time in this AU bc he thinks dhes is super cocky & full of himself #which. to be fair. he is #more so than in the canon universe even #but dhes has the biggest crush on kel & flirts with him relentlessly & kelly just fuckin ignores him #bc he doesn't realize dhes is being serious lmao #eventually kel gives in & lets dhes take him on dates & such but #getting to that point is a journey ngl #rainyrambles

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boyzcatchingfire · 9 days

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Summer Basketball ~ *Lee Juyeon*

Summary: You're enjoying an evening stroll when you notice a couple boys from your university playing basketball. You can't help but watch...

Pairing: Lee Juyeon X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 772

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: I wrote this when it was 80 degrees out and was dreaming about summer. Which is weird because I don't like summer.

It started as a walk around the beach. It was a beautiful night and you didn't want to spend the evening cooped up in your apartment. Besides, you've been studying your ass off for mid-terms, and the beach was only a short walk away from where you lived. As you slipped out of your apartment, you thought you would walk a couple miles and then return home to get ready for bed. Through all of your planning of your spontaneous walk, you weren't anticipating taking a detour on your way home.

But as you walked along the beach past the boardwalk, you heard a group of boys yelling to each other. Craning your neck to get a better look, you realized that you knew them, as they went to the same university you were currently attending. A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched them play basketball on the court next to the beach. The group of boys in question were the rowdy type, as they were always pulling pranks or doing something active around campus. It was no surprise to find them outside playing around.

You couldn't help but pause in your walk as you watched them play. You had to admit, they were pretty good. There weren't many missed shots and when there was, it was because the other team was really good at defending. You were much of a basketball fan to begin with but you found yourself drawn to their playing, instead of the walk that was your original plan for being outside.

You didn't know how long you were standing there watching when all of a sudden one of the boys noticed you and waved you over. At first, you played dumb and looked around before you pointed to yourself. He laughed and nodded before he waved once again for you to come over. Though you were cautious about approaching them, you didn't feel like you were in any danger as you got closer. If anything, you couldn't help but feel more intrigued as to why he wanted to speak to you.

Through the fence, he gave you a bright smile. "Hey, are you enjoying the game?"

You blushed and nodded. "Yeah. You guys are really good."

He chuckles. "Thanks, although don't tell Eric. He's already got a massive ego. I'm Juyeon by the way."

Nodding, you reply with your own introduction before adding, "Well, it was nice to meet you but I really should get going."

"Oh." You were surprised when his smile dropped. "Do you have to go so soon? I mean, I know this is kind of a cheesy thing to say, but when I noticed you watching it felt like I was playing better. At least stay till the end of the game. I want to rub this victory in my friends' faces."

A giggle almost tumbled out of you, but you held it back to give him a small smile. "I think I can stay for one game. Just as long as I don't have to play."

He shook his head. "You won't have to, I promise. Although, do you mind if I introduce you to my friends? Some of them don't take too kindly to outsiders."

"Oh, if I'm going to be an imposition-"

"No!" Juyeon almost shouted, his eyes wide and frantic. "No, I mean, please stay. It would mean a lot if you would stay."

His words and his actions tipped you off to the possibility he might have an ulterior motive. Crossing your arms over your chest, you give him a small smirk. "Is it because I helped you play better or because of some other reason?"

His cheeks erupted in pink at your words and he began to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ah, well, you see, the thing is, I, um, ah hell." He shook his head. "Look, I've seen you around campus a lot and just, well, you've caught my eye. I was hoping, since I noticed you watching, I could maybe convince you to stay so I could learn more about you. But saying this all out loud... I know I sound creepy but I'm not trying to be, I swear!"

This time, you do let your giggle out. "I'd be lying if I said you hadn't caught my eye as well. Yeah, I'll stay. Just for you."

With the biggest grin ever, he grasped the fence separating the two of you. "Thank you. That means a lot."

"You're very welcome." You blush as you add, "And I hope I live up to your expectations."

"Believe me, you already have."

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slicesofapple · 1 year

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Armin hadn’t had even an inkling of a suspicion.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zero.

And he would have continued in this state of blissful ignorance had he not chosen to steal quietly into Eren’s room early that Saturday morning in search of Eren’s car keys. He had to make a run to the hardware store, and Eren was the only one in their group (in their dorm) with a car (a rusty old heap but it ran).

He was just going to grab the keys off Eren’s desk and return them before Eren even got out of bed (it was common knowledge that Eren slept like the dead), when he froze, barely stifling the gasp ballooning in his throat.

Eren was there, of course, and there was nothing surprising about that. He was sprawled out under the same fleece blankets he had had as far back as Armin could remember, the ones he had brought with him every year to college.

No. The surprising (shocking) thing was the fact that there was an arm (a solid, muscular arm) lying across Eren’s very naked back, and Eren’s face was pressed into an elegant, muscular neck, his long hair falling untidily across a broad, masculine chest.

An arm, neck, and chest belonging to none other than... Jean Kirstein.

#erejean #jeanere #aot #eren jaeger #jean kirstein #soft boyz #college au #sleepy cuddles #give those boyz some softness please

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 2 years

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Bite (Juyeon x Reader)

Pairing: Lee Juyeon x gn!Reader

Requested?: No

Genre: College!au, Halloween party, 7 minutes in heaven

Trigger Warnings!!: it’s quite suggestive

Summary: At a Halloween party you get picked to play 7 minutes in heaven with the star of the football team.

Word Count: 516

A/N: I got this idea on a random Saturday evening so I wrote it down. Count it as part of my spooktober ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°). Hope you like it! -Admin J

"So next up is number 11! Juyeon come up here and pick!" Juyeon stumbled up the impromptu stage, almost losing the hat he was wearing.

Honestly, Juyeon hadn't been aware that he was expected to dress up in a costume for the Halloween party the football team was hosting after winning their latest game, so his last minute costume considered of a pink, glittery cowboy hat that he had probably gotten from one of the sorority girls and a plastic toy gun he had won at an arcade once.

Everyone focused on him as he took his time picking out an item out of the magician hat one of his teammates had offered for this game of seven minutes in heaven. No one and I mean absolutely NO ONE would miss the chance to be his partner for the game, obviously he was the star player of the football team. Your heart almost stopped when he pulled out the red crystal necklace that had previously adorned your neck. Not even seconds after the two of you were pushed into the small space of a broom closet. Juyeon was smiling at you shyly, his cheeks slightly reddened, probably from the alcohol.

"So uhm... Can I bite you?" "Sure." He shrugged. You had only been joking, making a reference to the fact that you were wearing a vampire costume, you had expected him to laugh about the bad joke, but the way he was so unaffected by it and the fact that you were playing seven minutes in heaven after all made you unable to back down.

However, being a decent human begin, even when tipsy, you decided to go for his lips first. As the two of you melted into the kiss, you felt his large hands find leverage at your hips. Your lips started to move lower, to the skin of his neck and collarbones, sucking and nibbling on it to leave a trail of little purple marks.

It was easy to tell Juyeon was enjoying himself by the noises that left his lips and to say you weren't enjoying yourself would be quite a lie.

Every once in a while he would pull you up again so your lips could meet, fueled by the sexual tension in the room and the alcohol both of you had consumed prior.

The doors opened again, way too early for your liking. What was worse was the kind of walk of shame that followed. All eyes on you, they were all aware you had just made out with Juyeon in the broom closet.

Your head was hanging low in embarrassment, all the confidence you had suddenly gone. "Well, seems like Y/N had quite a good time sucking Juyeon’s blood!" The football team captain announced loudly, patting his teammates back, making a similar reference to your costume as you had done.

"Oh, because you're a Vampire!" Juyeon's eyes suddenly widened in realization. You looked at him dumbfounded, was he just now realizing that? The whole time, was he just thinking you were some random creep asking to bite people?

#big fan of the the world is too fast for Juyeon trope #he's cute #the boyz #the boyz juyeon #the boyz x reader #the boyz juyeon x reader #the boyz oneshot #the boyz fanfic #the boyz scenario #the boyz college!au #the boyz imagine #the boyz kpop #kpop x reader #kpop #kpop college!au #admin j

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ericshoney · 2 months

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"Who are you drawing?" "Ngh- No one!" ~ Kevin Moon

The warm summer's day was what the students at Deobi college loved. Especially with how relaxed the tutors were as well, letting students have more time outside instead of being stuck inside the dull classrooms.

Kevin sat outside in the courtyard, his blank sketchbook in front of him and his pencil he was twirling between his fingers. He wasn't sure what to draw for his week's assignment. His mind blank. He didn't feel fully inspired by the regular landscape.

Kevin almost gave up, wondering if he should try somewhere else, until he heard a familiar giggle. That giggle belonged to you. Kevin smiled watching you walk alongside your friend, who obviously told you something funny, as you were giggling happily. He watched as you waved to them, before taking a seat on the grass, relaxing under a large oak tree with a book.

He smiled looking at your beautiful face. Kevin had a massive crush on you for the past three months, after meeting you at a party and discovering you were majoring in fashion, much like his friend Chanhee, who you were also close with.

Just then, a sudden burst of inspiration hit Kevin and he was quickly sketching away. Nobody could stop him as he focused on the drawing. A wide smile on his face as he drew.

Every now and then, Kevin would glance up at you, admiring your beauty, before continuing his drawing, of you. Yes, you were his inspiration.

As Kevin was distracted with his drawing, he failed to notice Jacob walking over with his basketball tucked under his arm. Jacob saw his younger friend's head down, knowing he was focused, so he quietly approached, peaking over his shoulder to see the drawing, which made him smile.

"Who are you drawing?"

"Ngh- No one!"

Jacob laughed as he sat next to Kevin on the bench, noticing a faint pink tint to his cheeks. All of Kevin's closest friend's knew about his massive crush on you.

"Your drawing Y/n~" Jacob sang in a teasing tone.

"Shh." Kevin whispered, his blush deepening.

"Why don't you go show her?" Jacob suggested.

"No way! She might think I'm a freak." He replied.

"Or she'll think it's really cute." Jacob replied.

Kevin fell quiet. He played with the idea. One one hand he could come and show you, possible confess his feelings, but what if you think he's weird or laugh at him?

"Go show her!" Jacob pressed.

Kevin sighed and nodded, feeling his heart beat quicker. He grabbed his sketchbook and walked over to you slowly. You looked up once you felt a presence over you. When you looked up and saw Kevin, you smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach. Only Chanhee knew of your crush on him.

"Hi." You greeted softly.

"Hey." He replied.

"You okay?" You asked.

"I uh yeah! I wan...wanted to show you something....I drew." He stuttered.

"Oh, let's see!" You responded cheerfully, you always thought he was a talented artist.

Kevin smiled and let out a small laugh as he showed you the sketch of yourself. You recognised it instantly and smiled, your heart beating even faster.

"It's me!" You exclaimed.

"Ye...Yeah, but-but if you don't like it I can get rid of it!" He quickly responded.

"I love it!" You said, smiling at the delicate art work, making Kevin sigh in relief.

"I'm glad....your really pretty." He said, but then realised what he said, making his eyes widen.

"To draw! Your really pretty to draw!" He shouts, trying to cover up his confession.

You just giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Kevin smiled at the sound of your giggles again.

"I'm glad I'm pretty and pretty to draw." You replied.

"Yeah...It's for my week's assignment, but you can have it if you want." He offered.

"You keep it as it's an assignment, but how about Friday you come over to my dorm and you can draw me again?" You suggested, standing up next to the male.

"I...uh yeah! Sounds great!" Kevin exclaimed.

You smiled and planted a soft kiss on his left cheek, before leaving to head inside. Kevin couldn't believe it, he had a date with you!

Jacob came over, smiling proudly for his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I told you she wouldn't think you were weird." He said.

Kevin laughed and couldn't wait for Friday to roll around.

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wannabegwenstacy · 4 months

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Every time I write another entry for this the boyz scenario idea [see this post] it keeps getting longer...and longer...and longer...

I started with Jacob's and it's almost finished at 1k. I went Sangyeon's and his is currently 1.6k (just minus the suggestive/smut part). Then today I worked on changmin's and his is at 1.4k as just the preface for them meeting...i haven't even written anything else about their relationship yet 💀

it is also bulleted so it's not supposed to be an actual fic!

#eden's writing updates #eden's updates #the boyz as college aus

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mxrkies · 4 months

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Hidden Feelings

Synopsis of the story: Donghyuck and mark are each other's bestest of friends and nothing can really break the friendship.

I mean, give them a benefit of a doubt. A school writer and a basketball player being friends is ultimately weird but the chemistry is too strong to be friends (well, for donghyuck)

Unfortunately, mark likes Kim chaewon, the most popular sweet cheerleader a person could ever meet but will donghyuck keep writing their story?

Chapter Two: The wrong (correct) assumptions

Warning: renjun mentions kinks, and a little bit of swearing

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preview of chapter three: ❝𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥❞

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bearrymilk · 2 years

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Trouble | L. Hj

Hyunjae x Reader || College au || WC: 3.7k

When someone is known to be trouble, people would tend to stay away from them. But perhaps, that didn't apply to you.

Genre: slight angst, romance, slice of life

Warnings: suggestive, implied content, mentions of drinking

Notes: So...this might be a bit messy or all over the place, but this is something I wanted to write to de-stress from work...or maybe it's just a self-indulgent piece to explore Hyunjae's mischievous yet sweet side ;)

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“That boy is trouble.”

Or so they’d say.

Lee Hyunjae was the student everyone hated out of jealousy; he was a bit of a troublemaker yet so very mysterious and private with his personal life. He was smart and cocky. He was talented and would flaunt it if needed.

But he was also loved immensely; he was charming and an expert at smooth talking. He had a smile that could light up the whole campus and eyes that carried warmth, albeit faux.

He could have anyone wrapped around his finger if he desired, and that made him both despicable yet desirable. Getting involved with him would surely bring trouble for you.

“Textbook badboy”, Younghoon, your best friend would tell you, but really, you were never one to pay attention to such things.

So when a day of skipping classes due to a fever resulted in you getting paired with Hyunjae to work on a research paper, you weren’t affected by it. When Younghoon was asked by the professor to inform you, and while he expected you to be iffy about it, you merely told your friend a simple “it’s fine with me”.

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The day you returned to class, people gossiped here and there about “what could happen” or that “y/n should be careful”, but you merely shook those off, making a beeline to where Hyunjae sat alone, texting one of his friends. Smiling, you greet him and wave as warmly as possible.

“Hi. Hyunjae, right?” you say.

Hyunjae is quick to flash a charismatic smile, tilting his head to the side as he replies, “Yeah. Can I help you?”

You maintain your smile, “I’m y/n, the one who was assigned as your partner. Sorry, I had to stay home ‘cause of a fever yesterday.”

Hyunjae chuckles, and you somehow understand why people fall prey to his charms — the sound of his chuckle alone is magical. “It’s fine. Kim Younghoon told me he was your friend and that you’d be coming to class today.” he says.

“Ah, great.” you chuckle, “That saves us the introductions and all.”

Hyunjae sits there, smiling, and you aren’t sure if he’s judging you or something; you end up staring at him rather blankly, which actually amuses him (because most people would be flirting with him, at this point). It’s only when he reaches his hand out that you realize that you were indeed staring, and a sheepish chuckle escapes you as you grip his hand back. “Looking forward, partner.” he laughs, shaking your hand.

“Good luck to us then.” you grin with him.

And despite the intrigued gasps and hushed whispers from your classmates, you compliantly sit down when the male nods his head towards the seat next to his. As you face him, Hyunjae’s smiling a little too sweetly for a first-time meeting — your brain may have pulled up a file on the rumors and reputation that surrounds the male — but you opt to not think too much about it and mirror the smile before turning away to ready your notes for class.

Hyunjae is intrigued, and, well, what Hyunjae wants, Hyunjae gets.

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Girls in your class would warn you — “Hyunjae is trouble the minute you fall for him”, they would say. And to be fair, falling for Hyunjae was the last thing on your mind, given that you spoke to him simply because you were automatically paired for class groupings.

You weren’t sure if the girls were genuinely concerned and were trying to prevent some cliched college heartbreak, or they were just trying to get you to stay away from their target. Nonetheless, you’d tell the girls that your relationship with Hyunjae was merely for academic purposes.

And for the first few weeks, you stuck to that claim and never contacted or interacted with Hyunjae unless it was for working together on the research paper requirement. No meetings outside of studying, and no texting when finished with the day’s work.

It stayed like that — or at least until the male decided to hit you up with conversations outside of your usual study meet-ups.

Initially, you indulged Hyunjae in his conversations, harmlessly replying back since you really didn’t have anything else to do. Eventually, you found yourself amused and intrigued with the things he’d say, now genuinely absorbed in whatever he wanted to talk about.

Similarly, meetings extended to beyond just “studying”, and you found yourselves hanging out and spending time with each other outside of campus for reasons other than…well, studying.

When questioned about the nature of your friendship, you’d say that Hyunjae was your friend. And maybe Hyunjae didn’t really do the whole “friendship” thing (unless it was his childhood friend, Eric), but he didn’t say anything. Not that it mattered.

Despite the rumors that surrounded him, you enjoyed his company as you would with Younghoon or your other friends. There was more to his reputation than the trouble-making, heart-breaking Hyunjae.

He was smart, talented in many ways, and even showed glimpses of a man who was just as sweet as the most chivalrous person one could think of.

And though you wouldn’t admit it, you saw why people would fawn over him; no, not like them, exactly. They’d desire him for his oh-so perfect body, desperate to be magically touched because word is that Hyunjae is “skilled in bed just as he is skilled in sports”.

But that was all he was to them, right? Who cared if falling prey to him risked a broken heart? Such risk was a small price to pay as long as they’d get a taste of Lee Hyunjae.

But you — you began to see attraction beyond that. Hyunjae was both the storm and the calm, causing trouble yet pacifying it for you. He was dark and menacing like the night, but also bright and warm like the day. Something about the male — who he was deep inside — had you wanting more. More time with him. More of him. Whatever that meant.

You were selfish, perhaps, but judging by the lingering gazes and daring smirks he sent your way many times, a part of you suspected that he wanted more of you as well.

And maybe that desire would find itself flooding both your veins, waiting for the right moment to consume from within.

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The right moment in question, it would seem, turned out to be in a party meant for all the business majors, and that would include you and Hyunjae.

Typical college party scene. Drinks, music, love, drama. Everyone is either drinking, dancing, socializing or finding ways to hook up with someone.

Hyunjae, obviously used to this, had admirers and tipsy party-goers clinging to him and fighting their way into his heart…or pants, anyway. But the male had his eyes on you — the “friend” he dragged along to the party.

You were not innocent and naive, but you weren’t exactly on the wild side of life either. Sure, you’ve kissed, made out and dated before, but you wouldn’t say it was a lifestyle. So, being in a party like this isn’t shocking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling so small when Hyunjae looks at you from across the room like you were the only guest in attendance.

You’ve had alcohol before; your tolerance is good enough, and you barely got drunk. But maybe tonight, cocktails weren’t the only things clouding your senses.

Because when Hyunjae holds you close to him, lips ghosting the skin of your ear like a hushed secret as he whispers a few compliments, you feel lightheaded.

You press yourself against the wall despite not having any more room to do so, urging the erratic beating of your heart to stop. Alas, Hyunjae is the experienced one, and he just knows the effect he has on you. A devilish kiss to the side of your neck and a teasing nibble to your ear is all it takes for you to succumb, legs buckling as an embarrassing moan leaves you.

Hyunjae smirks, eyes darkening with his carnal desire; though it may seem like his usual “bad boy” demeanor, you vaguely note the speck of adoration — something you imagine is absent from his usual flings and hook-ups — that flashes in his eyes moments before he devours you with a searing kiss.

When Hyunjae pulls away with a sinful lick to your lips, the rest is history. One moment, you’re pinned against the wall in some club, but then the next, you’re pinned to the mattress in your apartment with the male hovering above you. Never did you expect to be among the people who Hyunjae would have under him, but here you were, ravished by his hands and lips and his everything.

You weren’t indulging his desires; subconsciously, you were indulging your own as well.

After a night of moans mingling with your breaths as the male has you seeing stars, you expected him to disappear like smoke, moving on to find his next willing prey. You half expect him to ditch you despite being research partners, in fact. But when he shows up in the library, his smile shining in all its glory as he waves, you find yourself beaming with glee.

And you certainly let yourself smile wider when he kisses your cheek before sitting down next to you.

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From then on, things became more intimate — more personal. Though you’ve always had open conversations with Hyunjae, you could both talk about more personal topics. You’d tell Hyunjae about your dreams for the future, and he’d tell you about his passions. You’d talk about how you wanted to be a unicorn when you were younger while he dreamed of being a banker. You’d share how Younghoon was a childhood friend who you had to watch over many times. Similarly, Hyunjae would share that Eric was his Younghoon-like friend, and that he regarded him as his little brother.

“I got into some petty high school fight because of Eric.” Hyunjae grins as you both lay on his bed, “People were picking on him, so…”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “Is that why people say you were a troublemaker? The bad boy?”

Hyunjae laughs, “What? Of course not. That was the only fight I ever got into back then.”

“And it was all for Eric.” you mildly coo.

“Of course. I wasn’t the stereotypical ‘bad boy’ you’d see in media.” the male smiles, “I was just loud and liked playful pranks but I never hurt or bullied anyone.”

“Where did people get that idea then…” you trail off, musing more to yourself than Hyunjae.

The male still hears your mumbling but decides to shrug it off, smiling as he reaches a hand towards your face, knuckles gently brushing against your cheekbone. You automatically smile, turning your head to look at him. “And what about the…um, heartbreaker thing? Since you go from fling to fling rather than a committed relationship?” you ask carefully, but you really wanted to understand this man.

A brief look of shame flashes across Hyunjae’s face before he replaces it with a calmer smile. His knuckles retract from your face, but his hand instead cups your jaw. “I think you know the answer to that, y/n.” he whispers.

You hum, shaking your head in response. “That answer is what people have to say about you.” you begin, “What do you have to say?”

Hyunjae smiles, eyes filled with an indescribable softness as he lightly chuckles. “And if I tell you it’s all true?” he asks in a slightly more serious tone.

Your expression is blank, but the way your hand moves up to hold his is extremely gentle; the way your eyes burn into his is like honey on fire, if it were possible. “It’s not my place to judge,” you whisper back, “but all I know is that there’s so much more to you than that.”

At this, Hyunjae smiles wider, moving to wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Just so you know, you’re different.” the male states, “You’re not a fling or whatever it is they wanna call it; you’re more than that.”

What “that” was, you didn’t really know. But maybe it was Hyunjae’s own way of calling you a friend…or more.

Neither of you ponder on the matter as Hyunjae claims your lips with his, and you find your arms instantly wrapped around his neck. Clothes are thrown onto the floor, covering textbooks used for prior studying. With legs tangled together and burning hot skin against the sheets, Hyunjae fills you with warmth and adoration as you bask him in tender and loving acceptance.

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From then on, it isn’t long before a handful of students receive word that the infamous Lee Hyunjae was “seeing someone”. Whatever academic relationship you had in the beginning had blossomed into something more, cemented by the fact that you and Hyunjae continued to spend time — and some intimate moments — even if you’ve both submitted the research paper for class (which would technically dissolve your little partnership since the requirement period was over). Word travels fast, and eventually, you and Hyunjae are somewhat the talk of the town in campus.

Neither of you pay attention or mind it. Not until whatever high you were experiencing takes a small tumble down low.

Like some twisted prank, Hyunjae becomes distant. He would spend time with you if you asked, but it felt as if he wasn’t really there. He’d smile if you did, but it never seemed full. He’d answer your calls and messages, but the replies looked forced.

You don’t push him to open up, and you don’t meddle with whatever was causing his shift in attitude. Still, it didn’t stop you from worrying and overthinking. Did you do something to offend him? Were you too intrusive and interrogative? Pushy?

Was he ashamed of being with you? Labeled as something more than a fling or friend? Maybe someone like him really wasn’t into the whole commitment, genuine shenanigan?

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You don’t see Hyunjae for three days, and to be fair, he also had varsity activities to deal with. On the third day of not physically seeing him, you only find out about his whereabouts when Younghoon (your childhood friend had easily become good buddies with Hyunjae earlier on, and that made you happier) informs you.

And it wasn’t like it was good news.

“Did he get hurt during training?” you ask as you clutch your phone close to your ear, hoping Hyunjae was sent to the clinic for a minor sports-related injury.

“I…I think you should just go to him, y/n.” Younghoon replies, and you can vaguely hear students reciting lines — he was probably filming something for his film majors.

You sigh, nodding your head, “Ok, got it.”

As soon as you end the call, your feet are quick to leave the library as you make a beeline for the clinic building. Just as you are about to push the door to the clinic itself, it swings open, and Hyunjae stands there with a surprised expression on his face.

And a bruised cheek accompanied by a slight swell at the corner of his lip.

Your mouth hangs open as you take in his sweaty, disheveled appearance. Hyunjae opens his mouth to speak, but you grab his hand and drag him somewhere more quiet. The male doesn’t utter a word the whole time.

You eventually end up in the other sports complex, knowing most of the student athletes don’t use this building until perhaps an hour or two later. You sit on the bleachers, followed by Hyunjae, without saying anything else. You open your mouth to ask a question, but he speaks ahead, cutting you off with a meek “I’m sorry”.

You look at him, tilting your head. When the male faces you with a sheepish and apologetic smile, the gears in your brain turn, and you more or less understand what he was trying to get at.

“Why?” you ask, “I mean, what happened?”

Hyunjae now shrugs casually, leaning back as he looks up at the ceiling in a carefree manner. “I got punched.” he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Who did you fight?” you ask not to lecture, but out of concern.

“Not exactly a ‘fight’ per se.” he reassures you, “Younghoon stepped in even before an actual fight broke out.”

“Ok, great, but why? Did something bad happen?”

“Someone was saying…stupid things about you.” he hums, “So I grabbed his collar. He was the one who swung the punch. Younghoon was on his way to the Performing Arts building when he saw what was happening.”

“Hyunjae…” you release the breath you were holding, “Gossip and senseless talk is part of this university’s culture. Sad and disappointing, but that’s how it is. I don’t really care what people have to say about me because — ”

“You of all people shouldn’t be spoken about with such filth.” Hyunjae suddenly interjects, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you with intensity; he isn’t angry, just adamant.

“Jae, it probably wasn’t worth getting hurt over.”

“Y/n.” he sighs, but can’t seem to find the right words he wanted to say.

You smile gently, “I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to get into any trouble that would make people hurt you or something.”

Hyunjae is a bit too lost in his thoughts, and when he falls into silence for a few seconds longer, you decide to change the topic. “Is something bothering you?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“You just…seemed so distant these past days.” you express, eyes looking at the bleachers at the other side.

Hyunjae hums, biting his lip before letting out a tired chuckle. “I told you I was always a loud and playful kid, right?” he begins, “Well, a little before graduating high school, things changed and I became more aloof. That carried on over to freshman and junior year in college. The party-loving, flirt me? A mask is all that was.”

Opening up to this extent was a bit new, so you made sure to listen intently and let him speak as he needed. “Truth is, things aren’t black and white; it’s complicated. Things about me are complex. My life isn’t as fun and charming as people would think.” he continues.

Hyunjae recounts in his mind the struggles he had gone through in his life; being called “good for nothing” throughout middle school just because he was a bit of a jokester with no ill intentions whatsoever. Having to watch Eric get picked on just because he chose to befriend the older male, and taking the blame if he chose to get into fights to defend the younger. Getting belittled in high school by fellow classmates just because he seemed less serious about his future when in reality, he worked harder than most of them. Blaming his so-called inadequacy for an estranged relationship with his family.

“I feel like everything about my life — about me — is complete crap, so the minute someone makes me feel otherwise, then…”

“You put your walls up.” you finish for him, heart breaking at the way the male’s lips curl into a disheartened smirk.

“Exactly.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” he confesses, “Maybe ‘cause I feel like the moment I actually believe that someone sees the better in me, they’d slip through my grasp.”

Hyunjae thinks everything would be easier if everyone believed what he believed — that he was a troublemaker. That he was just a flirt who liked to have fun and cause trouble wherever he went. That way, if people decided to “leave” him, it wouldn’t hurt as much because they never cared about him in the first place.

“Why’d you get angry when that person said things about me,” you stand up and ask him, “if you don’t like caring and getting attached to others?”

Hyunjae smiles to himself, “You’re a good person, y/n. You’re smart, kind, and supportive. You’re the only person — besides Eric and Younghoon I guess — who actually wanted to befriend me. You’re the only one who showed that you genuinely wanted to get to know who Lee Hyunjae was. Naturally, you don’t deserve to be spoken about ill-mannered just because you’re affiliated with me.”

This wasn’t like the teen films where girls would cry out “but I can change him! I can save him!” despite the world warning them of the red flags — no, Hyunjae didn’t exactly need to be changed because he wasn’t bad. He wasn’t someone to look down on or scorn.

This was more about being someone who he could be himself with — someone he could be open and weak with. Someone who could support him when his world would get clouded in darkness. Someone who was willing to be the shoulder he leaned on after having to carry burdens and run from ghosts.

This was about being a genuine friend who stayed despite the so-called imperfections and struggles.

Without another word, you lean over and envelope the male in a warm embrace. Hyunjae seems shocked for a second, frozen as he remains seated, but as soon as he recovers, he laughs and winds his arms around your waist, tightening the hug. You easily slot between his legs, eliminating any extra space between you two.

“I’ll endure whatever they have to say. I really could care less; they’d be pathetic anyway.” you state firmly, cupping his face, “That way, I can help you endure whatever it is you’re carrying until you feel better. Until you feel free.”

Hyunjae chuckles, his breath tickling the skin of your neck where his face is buried. “You’re really an interesting one.” he says.

You both pull away to look at each other, gazes melted down to something soft and warm. Your fingers gently caress the bruise on his cheek before moving down to the swollen corner of his lips. Hyunjae finds himself smiling at the gesture, humming delightedly when you smile back.

You gently put your foreheads together before giving him a chaste kiss. “I’m not leaving you.” you whisper, “That I promise you.”

Hyunjae smiles, and you feel his lips softly brushing against yours when they curl upwards. “Thank you.” he responds.

You seal that promise with a slower, deeper kiss that he reciprocates immediately, sweet and warm like his heart.

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Chapter 65: The Engaged People

A/n: SO ITS THE BOYZ CONCERT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh also this is the last chapter hahaha! unless y’all want an epilogue cause ive already got some ideas ahaha. if not then i hope to see some of you in my future or other comment sections <3 Thank you so much for reading <3

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Summary: True love has never come easy; life makes sure of that. From unrequited love to missed timing, does anyone have any hope at finding success- let alone pass History at the same time? All these questions leave young people wondering….will they still love me in the morning?

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sunwoo x you, college au, strangers/friends to lovers au, fluff

[summary] after meeting sunwoo, all you could think of was him (and coffee) [words] 1.7k

You were in your car, your thumbs tapping Eric a million texts of when he’ll arrive at the parking lot where you both decided to meet to watch a play. You both were going to go together in one car to save gas but he suddenly wanted to bring a friend along. It would have been okay if Eric had told you beforehand and not right when you were in the middle of getting ready for it.

There were a few reasons why you were excited to see the play. One was that one of your friends, Juyeon, will be acting in it. Another was that Eric will be treating you out for dinner afterwards (seriously, who doesn’t want free food from your best friend?). You hoped that meeting that tag-a-long friend of Eric’s won’t ruin this for you.

But then somehow, that friend just ticked you off when you found Eric’s car being parked a few cars in front of you before you set your phone away and headed their way.

“Why did you drag me along? Don’t you know I already have plans?” Sunwoo complained, pushing his hands into his pockets. Eric made him wear a nice fancy blazer and all Eric could say was how hot he looked on the way there. Sunwoo snickered with a small glare before Eric punched his shoulders lightly.

“Come on! It’s called supporting your friends. Let’s watch Juyeon forget his lines.” Eric laughed, his breath making a smoke of air as he turned forward. That was when he finally saw you walking toward them. “Hey!” He waved at you and you stopped right in front of him, your arms crossed. “Ready to see Juyeon blink on stage?”

“If that’ll make up the one bar of gas on my car.” You snapped your lips at him and turned around so you all could start walking there together before it starts. “You’re paying for dinner tonight so.”

“Whatever you say, my dear.” Eric teased, leaning forward to see your face. “Anyway, this is Sunwoo, the one I keep blabbering about today and this is Y/N, my friend who I met during my first year.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sunwoo smiled. He looked different from when you saw him getting out of Eric’s car. He seemed a bit calmer than that jolly look when he got out of Eric’s car. You reached over a fist to him and got a confused look back from him.

“Nice to meet you too.” You smiled back, waiting for him to respond.

Eric whispered to Sunwoo, “It’s their way of ‘shaking hands’ when meeting someone new. Don’t worry, they don’t bite. Just go for it.”

Sunwoo’s lips beamed after pounding with your fist. In your mind, you wondered why you’ve never heard of this “Sunwoo” friend of Eric’s. Did they just meet recently? You shrugged that thought away and walked with them into the building with the fire inside of you finally burning off.

The next morning came as you remembered learning more about Sunwoo from the dinner treat with Eric. Sunwoo actually tagged along and you learned about how the two met, which was when they joined a soccer club around the same time a few weeks ago. Eric wanted to show that he was the best at soccer when Sunwoo beat him in a quick match. You laughed about the funny encounter because Eric had never mentioned about him. Now you wondered how Sunwoo actually looks like when he’s playing. Probably amazing.

Your mind was suddenly distracted by a text from Eric, which said: That makes up the dinner I gave you. Thanks :^)

You didn’t get what he meant until you reached into your kitchen cabinet to find all of the instant coffee gone. You cursed loudly in your little apartment, knowing Eric had sneaked in and stole the last coffee bag of yours.

That means you would have to wait in the neverending line at the coffee shop before heading to class, which was the worst. You went anyway if it would keep you up in your boring lecture class. You were still cursing under your breath when you heard someone calling your name. You met a familiar pair of eyes before you realized it’s Sunwoo.

“Can I get you some coffee?” Sunwoo asked when he saw you waiting in line close behind him. He laughed a little, seeing your irritated face.

“You don’t have to.” You shook your head, hoping he wouldn't but he shrugged.

“I want to, and you look like you’re in a rush.” He flashed a smile and you knew you couldn’t refuse.

You got out of line and waited with him at the pick-up counter. You looked up at him from the side and asked, “Where are you heading to?”

“Class. Might skip it though.” Sunwoo smirked.

“Wow, I can’t believe I just met another Eric.” You shook your head, lips reflecting us. He’s the definition of a true college student.

“You can’t compare me to him. I’m a much better student than he is.”

“For example?” You tilted your head before you both heard his name being called to pick your orders. He walked over, taking both cups before handing yours to you. You both started heading out of the coffee shop and he looked at you with confidence.

“Buying you coffee.”

You were shocked and nodded nonchalantly. A good student buys their friends coffee when they need it. You found your eyes back at him where his lips were shaped like the crescent of the moon.

“You treat next time?” Sunwoo’s voice rose and you smiled in a yes.

You and Sunwoo exchanged phone numbers before you headed to your class. You suddenly felt excited to text him as you headed to the library to study, your usual time before resting for the night.

You sat down at your usual spot and took out your phone to send Sunwoo a text but you heard him whispering your name in front of you. Your eyes widened as you gasped. You covered your lips and whispered loudly, “I was just going to text you!”

“Really?” Sunwoo chuckled softly. How odd to find him here all of a sudden you wondered but you didn’t let that stop you from getting your things out to study.

In honesty, you would just study quietly by yourself if you were around people you didn’t know but with Sunwoo, you somehow knew you were going to get distracted despite just knowing him yesterday.

“What are you studying for?” He asked, noticing you both using the same textbook.

“Oh, it’s one of my lecture classes about globalizing cities. I haven't fallen asleep in that class yet.” You smirked sarcastically, popping the lid of your pen off.

“No way. You wouldn’t believe this but I’m taking the same class.” Sunwoo shook his head, smiling. He was surprised that he did not even see you on the first day of lecture AKA the only day he would go other than the exam days. Besides, attendance wasn’t going to be part of the grade.

“What?! You can’t be serious?” Your eyes widened again as Sunwoo tried to hold in his quiet giggles, hoping it wouldn’t end up getting you both kicked out of the library.

The next thing you know, you found yourself thinking about him a lot. It became normal for you to be sneaking laughs at your phone with Sunwoo blasting it with messages. He stocked up your instant coffee bags and started to study with you at the same spot in that library after learning about him skipping that one class. He began to send good morning texts, so early in the morning that you felt something was up.

You: why don’t we use this time to study together instead?

Sunwoo: why?

You: idk i find it peaceful to have someone who understands the science of time

Sunwoo: the science of time?

You: yeah… you up for another play tonight? i wanted to ask Eric bc he decided to ditch me for some party

Sunwoo: this is a date?

You: if you want call it that way

Sunwoo: i’ll be at your place at 6pm then :)

You hated yourself with your play of words. You definitely have feelings for him and you knew you just had to tell him soon.

You and Sunwoo were walking hand-in-hand, admiring how spacious your campus looked under the beautiful night lights with coffee in your other hands. Your cheeks turned red as you thought about the enjoyable time you both spent discussing the play on the way back to your place with an unplanned stop at the coffee shop. It was perfect for this cool weather; even in silence at the moment, you loved how you both found it comfortable to only hear your unspoken breaths.

“Well, here we are.” Sunwoo said when you both reached the front door of your apartment building.

“Thanks for coming tonight.” You smiled, your lips still stained in red.

“My pleasure.” He smiled back, not wanting to let go of your hands just yet. “Did you enjoy tonight?” “I should be asking you that.” You laughed, knowing that you were the one who invited him. In fact, you thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to invite him to your apartment for the night. Perhaps for a movie or even a late night dinner because you’re in love with this feeling that you were feeling for him right now. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

“A lot. It was great, so great that I want to ask you something.” Sunwoo held onto your hand tighter before he continued, “Do you want to go out with me?”

“I do want to go out with you, since a while ago.” You confessed, your rosy cheeks blistered in the cold air.

“Since when?”

“When you got me coffee.”

“Which one? I think there’s too much.” Sunwoo’s tiny laugh came out as he grinned at your playful smile.

“I’ll tell you if you kiss me.”

Your words called the sirens and without hesitation, Sunwoo pulled you close by the hand, his lips clashing onto yours as if it was meaning to for a long time. The taste of his vanilla latte roamed against your lips as he left you breathless, your grip on his arm showed that you were responding to it perfectly.

When Sunwoo pulled back and melted in your eyes, there was a thought in your mind that maybe Eric’s text that one morning meant something else.

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𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

「paring」 : fuckboy!jake x afab!reader

「synopsis」 : there was nothing you hated more than being the center of attention, but moving to a new college town in the middle of the semester was sure to draw attention. though you hoped that all of the attention would die away when they realized that you weren't anyone but a nobody, and it did. for the most part. however, you had caught the eyes of the infamous group of 'fuckboys' as you would call them, more specifically jake sim and among themselves they made a little bet, that jake could make you fall in love with him before the end of the year, and he did not plan on losing.

「genre」 : smau, angst, some fluff, crack, university au, slow burn, mature/sexual themes

「characters」 : enhypen members, the boyz members, p1harmony members, xikers members, itzy members, skz members

「warnings」 : a lot of cussing, inappropriate jokes, mature themes and sexual content, dark humor (including kys/kms jokes), toxic jake (as well as the rest of the hyung line), family issues, manipulation, toxic relationship(s), a smidge of violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, partying, very very angsty, (will add more as I write)

「start」 : 03/29/2024 「end」 : TBD

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬; ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

𝐨𝐧𝐞; not the weed brownies

𝐭𝐰𝐨; pump the hate breaks

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; dumb and dumber

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫; game time {2.23k}

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; capturing a rare moment

𝐬𝐢𝐱; expensive ass hydrangeas

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; quoting mulan

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; plethora of pussy

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈….

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۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 / fn. ━━━━━ updates every tuesday, thursday & saturday (cet) | HIATUS

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone. more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

ᝰ CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. COMING SOON

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: COMING SOON

ᝰ CH 0II. epilogue: COMING SOON

ᝰ CH III. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). ━━━━━ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)

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𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟢’𝗌, 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆, 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 ��𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH5] VOICEMAIL REDUX

[★]; [MISDIAL MASTERLIST] [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]

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lee jeno x fem!reader

college au

chaptered

very slow burn

genre; not-quite-friends to lovers, older brother mark lee, brothers best friend lee jeno, light angst, yn is a menace to society, story/character driven

warnings for this chapter; kys mention in joking manner

chapter wc: ...13K

a/n: i couldn't decide between posting this monster whole or cutting it into two parts, but two parts kind of makes the pacing weird, so here she is in all her glory! been editing this so long that i've gotten sick of looking at it so im just going to release it into the world now LOL, pls pls pls give me feedback on this chapter, im not 100% satisfied w it but i cant tell if its because it sucks or i've just been rereading it too much 🥸

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FORGET WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT NEVER BEING ABLE TO GET MAD AT SOMI, BECAUSE THIS TIME, YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO KILL HER.

At this exact moment in time, the Aegon Showcase is set to begin in about fifteen minutes. You’ve got half of a chocolate muffin stuffed into your mouth (courtesy of Somi sneaking a few snacks from the audience lounge, since the dancers technically weren’t supposed to be eating any of the guest refreshments), and you were about halfway through swallowing this chunk of bread when Somi said something that made you nearly choke.

For context: six and a half days have passed since you’ve last spoken to Jeno.

And you haven’t been counting, either. It just so happens that it is surprisingly easy to recall every passing minute when each one feels like it’s been put there specifically to test you.

The afternoon after the Balcony Incident, for example— a few fresh hours after you left Lee Jeno behind on that overlook with the full intention of never looking him in the eyes ever again. After a late breakfast with Somi you’d told her you weren’t feeling too well, that you’d be leaving a little earlier than planned (which, even though you’d said your pain was of the intestinal variety, wasn’t untrue; you didn’t feel well, if the widening pit in your stomach caused by that morning was anything to go by) and departed her penthouse a little after one.

You’d foolishly hoped that Jeno and his entourage would have plans literally anywhere other than Mark’s place for once, wanting to do nothing but silently mope around the apartment for a few hours once you'd gotten home, but you’d been naive.

You’d been so, so naive.

“Oh!” you’d heard. Renjun. Brown hair, big dark eyes peeking at you around the doorframe as you cradled your now-aching nose bridge. You opened the front door and crashed face first into something solid. “Hey, you. Perfect timing. Do you wanna come grocery shopping with us? Jaemin’s cooking tonight!”

“We’ll even let you ride in the cart,” Chenle chimed in from further into the hallway, grinning wickedly, but you couldn’t focus on either of them because they were both half-hidden behind what you’d smashed into with your haste to get inside. No gray flannel this time, but the same unreadable expression on his face as he, much like he did at the party last night, instinctively grabbed you to keep you from falling on your ass.

(Or his expression was unreadable. Until his eyes trained on something about your face that he didn’t like and his dark eyebrows furrowed with something akin to concern. Then you remembered you’d been crying all morning and surely looked like some sort of dried-out blowfish, eyelids puffy and swollen, so you averted your eyes and jumped out of his grip like he’d stung you.)

“Busy,” you told them quickly, “Sorry. Not today.”

Renjun pouted. Chenle squinted at you, obviously doubtful. And when Jeno finally moved out of the way, you didn’t even thank him for keeping you upright. You just kept your attention on the ground and beelined into the apartment.

Little did you know, that one word would become your mantra. Busy, busy, busy. But it wasn’t like you were completely lying, because you were busy. The Aegon showcase was in a week which meant you had practice every free hour with Somi and the others, and the last thing you needed was to get distracted by circling Jeno like some kind of sad, miserable shark. The good thing about being out of the house so often was that most of the week passed with no more Jeno-related incidents.

Thursday night ended up being the first time you’d seen him with your own eyes since you face-planted into him the previous Saturday.

You’d returned home at 10PM, sweaty and exhausted from a last minute choreo change that had, apparently, also wiped clean the memory of what Thursday nights meant in the Mark Lee household. Movie night. The tiredness you felt was so all-encompassing that upon the discovery of all seven of them sitting around the couch staring at you as you entered, there wasn’t even enough energy to feel awkward. Even then, you must not have looked as ghastly as you felt because Jaemin smiled at you like nothing was amiss, gesturing towards the dining table and the mountain of brown bags atop it.

“You’re late, Rockstar. Take-out’s gone cold.”

Jeno was sitting right next to him. Your muscles were like jelly. All of your bones hurt. Your brain felt like it was operating on nothing but fumes. (And this is what you blamed for your cowardice— the fact that you couldn’t even hold your head up to look in his direction in fear of catching his eye.)

After everyone had gone home and you had free reign of the kitchen once again, Mark hit you with a few more questions about the Aegon Comp; seemingly insignificant inquiries like how the parking situation was (which you didn’t understand the importance of, since he said he’d probably ride his bike there), and if he could sit wherever he wanted (which again, confused you, because the ticke you’d gotten him was one of the best in house). But in your state of fatigue you didn’t think to question it. All you wanted to do was eat something and go to bed, and that’s exactly what you did.

(If you’d had your wits about you maybe you’d have put two and two together. Maybe Somi’s words wouldn’t have caught you with the surprise they did. But as it stands…)

As it stands it’s Friday afternoon, the day of the Aegon Showcase, and half a chocolate muffin is stuffed into your face (technically now stuffed into your airway) as you come to the realization that your friend might secretly be trying to ruin your life.

“You really need to stop eating your food so fast,” Jiara murmurs, clapping you on the back with a little more force than necessary. “No one is going to take it from you. Smaller bites will go a long way.”

You gasp a breath when the chunk finally unsticks. Then, “You saw who in the audience lounge?”

Somi is nonplussed by your horror.

“I saw your brother out there trying to throw a skittle over a lighting fixture and still catch it in his mouth. When I was leaving with our food I think I heard a bunch of people cheer so I’d bet he managed to do it, which, when you think about how high these ceilings are, is actually pretty impressive—”

You fight the urge to grab her by her shoulders and shake her. “I’m not asking about the goddamn skittles!” you hiss. “Somi, you said you saw ‘them’ when you went out there. Them as in plural. Who is them?”

She makes a face like you should already know who. “Who else? Mark and the rest of his crew. And Donghyuck asked to bring a few more, so I guess those are who the other guys out there are. Why are you acting like you didn’t already know this? You were sitting right next to me when Donghyuck was practically begging to come!”

Your life flashes before your eyes.

Jeno’s car. The rain, pounding against the windows. Catching him looking at you in the mirror after Somi told them about the showcase, how it felt like the world outside faded away a little as some little message passed between you— when you felt like he was telling you something without saying a single word.

Then you remember it. In your distant, distant periphery, even though she’d been sitting not even a millimeter to your left when these alleged plans were discussed.

‘Yeah! I mean, I reserved like, a bajillion seats in advance because I knew I’d want to invite everyone who would even consider coming— I’ll definitely get the best row for you guys!’

“However,” she says after a beat, voice finally starting to show the tiniest bit of caution. You realize that your face has begun to contort on its own. “I am starting… to get vibes. That I maybe should have run that by you first? Would now be a bad time to let you know that I told them about the afterparty, too?”

Utter disbelief. The only reason you don’t leap on her once you fully comprehend what she’s said is because Gawon, who’d been watching this entire exchange with quiet brown eyes, puts a hand on your shoulder. She must be able to tell that you’re about to start freaking out, because her therapist-voice is fully activated when she clears her throat.

“Can I ask what's so surprising about this?” she asks carefully. “When we were telling Aegon about how many tickets we each wanted, you said you only needed one. For your brother, right?”

You thought of the ticket, the little envelope you’d held under your pillow for weeks as you fought with the idea of actually giving it to Mark. In the end, a few days ago, when you handed it to him and told him he could come watch you perform if he wanted to, he smiled so big that you felt bad for waiting so long in the first place. But you’d then quickly explained the caveat: that he was not to tell any of the others about it, because there was only one ticket and you didn’t want them hassling you about getting more. And Mark agreed.

Which is why you’d dared to assume that tonight would be safe.

“Yes,” you mutter. “The ticket was for him.”

“Which means you’re not surprised he’s here. So are his friends the problem?”

“The problem?”

You pause. That word makes it seem like their appearance here is actually detrimental to you in some way, like they’re just here to hassle or bully you or something, but that’s not really it at all. Your annoyance at them being here is rooted in the exact opposite. They’re not going to joke around and take it easy, or pat you on the back and tell you that you did well, like how they would if they’d come to watch one of their friends dance. They’re going to swarm you and coo and treat you like a five year old that just stumbled through their first ballet recital.

And as if that isn't bad enough, you realize with a start that you've actually got more to worry about than just being embarrassed by their innate need to baby you.

They, you remember yet again. Plural.

You quickly fix your doomsday-esque expression. "Uh. No, no problem, just... I'm over-exaggerating, forget it, Somi, when you said they, how many are we talking exactly?"

"Seven," she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you fight to keep your shoulders from sagging. "The three from the car, your brother, and three others I don't really know as well, but who're all just as cute."

Seven. Which means Lee Jeno will be in the audience as well. You should've already known that, fully aware that wherever Mark goes Jeno will follow, but you'd been so startled by the change in attendance that you'd momentarily forgotten that you were pointedly avoiding one of that seven.

Great.

A click echoes over the announcement system. You recognize the voice that follows as the organizer of the showcase, the cheerful woman from the promotional video, happily informing all the performers to head to their greenrooms for final warm-ups before the show.

Well. Even if you wanted to mope for longer about your predicament, your mind switches lanes to the task at hand. Somi and Gawon both titter excitedly at the update, but make sure to quickly give their final reassurances about not worrying too much about the people in the audience and using that energy to give your all on stage. They’re right of course, and you probably would have come to this conclusion on your own once you swallowed your knee-jerk reaction to gripe about everything involving your brother and his friends, but you can’t say that their enthusiasm doesn't do the heavy lifting of bringing you back to earth.

You've got a competition to rock, after all. You could worry about everything else after.

Adrenaline made the hour-long showcase go by in what seemed like fifteen seconds.

Just like that, a short chapter of your life closed with a bang; seven minutes on the stage, deafening cheers, Jiara and Guyeon pulling everyone into one big sweaty hug as soon as you were all out of the spotlight— then you blink and you’re in Gawon’s car with the windows down blasting down Gangnam on the way to Somi’s house, the girls in the seats around you singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs. The sun is setting, you’re heading to your celebratory afterparty, and what should be a picture-perfect moment is completely ruined by the fact that your mind has been in shambles for the last hour and a half. Why?

Because as you inch closer and closer to Somi’s penthouse, all you can think about is the fact that Lee Jeno is sitting up there biding his time before he can stomp your heart into a million more microscopic pieces.

What you didn’t mention about the moments after the performance was that, after rushing through changing out of your performance outfit to find your friends and get the hell out of there, you stumbled out of the greenroom to find a person. A person who was frowning out in the corridor like some sort of mopey ghost, Jeno in all his annoyingly perfect glory, caught mid-pace.

Upon seeing him your body rebooted, a hundred different emotions flashing through your system from the shock of him appearing in front of you at that moment. The only thing you had time to notice before his words ruined the rest of your afternoon was how… fidgety he was; Running his hand through his hair, rocking from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing his arms over his chest. You’d always taken note of how still Jeno could be sometimes, not moving an inch for seemingly hours at a time, which was the main reason his current inability to stay still even caught your eye— but it was quickly overtaken by the utter despair you felt not soon after he caught sight of you and opened his mouth.

“Can we talk?” he’d asked. And he’d sounded so unsure of himself that you almost instantly crumbled to the puppy-dog eyes, before reality grabbed you by the neck and you remembered that talking to him was actually the last thing you wanted to be doing right now.

“Busy,” you’d forced out. “My friends are waiting for me outside.”

But he must’ve seen this coming because he looked nonplussed as you took a step back, his own feet matching yours stride for stride, hands coming out almost as if to calm you like one might a spooked horse.

“It won’t take longer than a few minutes,” he tried, “Five minutes, just five. I just— I really, really want to clarify a few things from Saturday. What I said on the balcony.”

He said it like there was a chance you might’ve forgotten what happened, which almost made you laugh in disbelief. Like it was possible to forget that shitshow, your first love telling you that he was kind of interested in you once upon a time, but did nothing about it because your brother came first. Though, once you fully realized that he meant he wanted to talk about that right now, the moment lost its humor.

Now? Here? You glanced up and down the hallway. Your friends weren’t around, nor were his, but you were hardly alone.

“I wasn’t being entirely—”

“You're going to the party, aren’t you?” You cut Jeno off. Very unlike you when it came to him, and with the way he blinked you had a feeling he knew that too.

“The party?”

“Somi said she invited you guys.”

“I— I wasn't sure you wanted me to come.”

“Somi invited you, Lee. Is that any way to treat your hostess? We can—” You swallowed. “Come by, and we can find a minute to talk then, but for now I really—”

“Have to go,” he finished with a small wince. “Got it.”

And once he’d metaphorically let you go, taking a step back to slip his hands in his pockets, you’d all but run away; finding Guyeon and Gawon waiting for you like they said they’d be, ready to leave and head to Alice’s house to pretty-up for the party in her gigantic flat. You were trying your best to keep up the energy when you got into the car with them, laughing along to their jokes and dancing along to the music, but you couldn’t stop thinking of what type of curbstomp Jeno was about to release on the suffering remains of your sixteen year-old feelings.

Even up until the final touches of your make-up, you were commiserating. What the hell could he possibly want to clarify?

Was he going to tell you to stop being weird around him and the others, because your mood was fucking up their vibe? To stop avoiding him so obviously, that it was as noticeable for everyone as it felt for you, that it was making it awkward for him?

Or could he mean that he was going to tell you he’d… misspoken? That he’d never really liked you the way you liked him, and didn’t want you to misunderstand— by interested in you he meant in the way all guys were interested in all girls, some lowly, surface level thing that he quickly got over when he realized his friendship with your brother could be jeopardized by it?

The last thought had stung a little more than the others, and you’d accidentally frowned so hard about it that it creased your still-setting concealer and had to wipe it all off.

After angrily redoing your base you’d forced it from your mind and got dressed, stealing a simple henley dress from Gawon’s closet upon realizing that you were not in the mood for sexy-cute like Somi had said the dress code was. Instead you opted for ‘hey, you can see my legs and that's good enough,’ and huffed your old leather jacket on top of it; the latter was sure to piss her off but she still owed you from the Mosquito Boy Incident, so she could kick rocks about it for all you cared.

You had a feeling that no matter what you wore, tonight wasn’t going to be very sexy-cute at all.

The party is just getting into the swing of things when you make it upstairs. It’s like the explosion of a birthday surprise when you and the girls walk through the door. This party is technically a celebration, and you guess a lot of these people must’ve been in the Aegon audience without you knowing it, because you’re getting congratulations and kudos and pats on the back like you’ve just won an olympic medal.

But your pride is short lived, tainted by a bolt of nerves when you think you spot someone that looks like Donghyuck in your periphery. Where Hyuck is, Jeno will be.

It turns out to only be a very tall girl with a pixie cut who winks at you when you whirl your head to her, but the stress of it doesn't ebb away. God. Is the whole night going to be like this? Walking on pins and needles until he finds you?

“You know, new girl,” A voice starts at your side, startling you further, “Your ice breaker back at that my party could’ve been that you’re a kick-ass dancer, instead of that bullshit with the mosquitos.”

Wooyoung. Your friends are suddenly nowhere to be seen when your turn to him, clearly having fucked off into the mass the second alcohol became available, so it’s just the both of you hovering over by this snack table. Though this is only the second or third time you’ve interacted with him past a greeting (you see him sometimes on campus, and he always waves at you like you’re best friends when you pass each other), you’re actually rather soothed by his presence.

“You wanted to know juicy secrets, not secret hobbies. If you asked me for an ice breaker and I told you I could dance, you would’ve kicked me out of that house.”

He laughs, a snickering sound, before eyeing two jello-shots a girl walks by with in her hands.

“Do a shot with me?” he pouts. “My friends are running late and I’m still painfully sober.”

A shot?

...Hm. A shot. Inebriation. You’re not one to like straight liquor because the burn in your throat is often more than you think the gag is worth. But if you’re looking to relax sooner rather than later… the pain might not be without its merit.

Liquid courage. Something you could definitely use right now, as skittish as you’re being. Maybe he’s onto something.

“Just one?” you pique, turning to survey the options. “Thought you were more hardcore than that, VP.”

One jello-shot quickly turns into four with Wooyoung involved, and your mouth is sweet with the taste of artificial dye by the time you actually spot Donghyuck, over by Somi’s balcony doors chatting up some pretty girl you recognize from your physical education class. The volleyball player. Xiaoting or something close, and you almost snort at the sight because she seems way out of his league. But he has a way with words that you guess you could be attractive when he wields it with flirtation in mind, instead of the intent to piss off like he always does with you.

The Smirnoff burning in your stomach must already be settling in because you only mildly bristle when you see him. Like you thought earlier: Hyuck is here, which means Jeno is here. And… and the Smirnoff must’ve already hit your brain, actually, because all of a sudden you’re feeling agitated and confrontational.

You don’t want to spend all night worrying about when he’s going to find you and drop the bomb. So what if he doesn’t like you! So what if he probably wants to forget the moment that happened out on that balcony never occurred at all? You lived your life without yearning over Jeno for years before you moved back here, so it won’t even be that hard to go cold-turkey when he says what he needs to and inevitably squashes the remainder of your heart in his fist. It’s fine. You’ll live.

You just need to rip it off like a bandaid first. And to do that?

“Hey, Woo, I think I need to go and look for somebody. You’re still down for that dance battle later?”

“I don’t play around with my challenges,” he says, grinning much too wide, “I’ll find you later, and then it’s on. Knock em’ dead, new girl.”

As bold as you suddenly are, you actually don’t want to go and interrupt whatever Donghyuck has going on just to ask him where Jeno is. So you’re on your own for a little, scanning the walls for him and the stupid clavicles poking out of his button-up, hair all windswept and eyes so dark. It’s nearly a minute of searching before you see something familiar— but it’s not exactly what you’re looking for.

Close enough, though.

It seems like Na Jaemin has actually spotted you first, since he’s already heading towards you when you spot his head of pink darting through the crowd. You don’t fuss when he musses your hair and gasps over the competition, applauding you in that sickeningly earnest way he always has, since you’re used to his preening and compliments. Not to say you’re not appreciative. It always makes your face hot when he coos over you like this. But you’ve got a mission in mind, and fretting at him over the pouting and cheek-squeezing will get you nowhere.

“Yes, thank you, I did hear you cheering over everyone else at the end, no I wasn’t hiding my swag from you on purpose, thank you, you can stop pretending to cry now. Where is Jeno?”

The idea of you looking for Lee Jeno on purpose must startle him, because there’s a second after his clear offense at you brushing him off where he registers what you’re asking for and actually looks a little concerned. “Jeno? No-Jam? Why? Did he say something to you?”

“What? No, I just need to talk to him about something. Thought he’d be hanging around you.”

Imperceptibly, Jaemin lightens.

“Oh. He’s downstairs hefting handles out of Somi’s car, because blondie forgot half the drinks in her trunk. He got volunteered by Chenle as Mr. Muscles and left with her like five minutes ago, so he should be back any minute.”

Damn it. Forlornly, you glance at the door, but there's nothing. No movement. Nada. There goes all your building bravado.

“But before he returns, young lady, should we talk about how that red tinge to your lips better be from the non-alcoholic jello-shots?”

Ah. Whoops. Not only no movement, but now you’ve gotten yourself trapped in the sights of Na Jaemin, who likes to pretend to be staunch on things like laws and teenage innocence and waiting to do things until the government says you’re allowed to. You constantly forget that you’re not yet the drinking age, because no college student handing out drinks at a party ever gives a fuck about the fact that you’re legally not quite legal yet. No other college student besides the one standing in front of you.

“You’ll stunt your growth if you drink before you’re supposed to!”

To this you glance at the cup he’s holding, clearly half full of something, and nearly go to laugh and ask him what his excuse is since he’s barely 21 himself, but then you think of something funnier. Without really thinking about it you snatch the cup from his hand and hork it down. Your eyes are locked with his the entire time so you get to see his surprise grow into shock, then expand into disbelief as you chug, and chug, and chug.

There’s a lot of… some peach flavored crap in here, burning like murder all the way down, to the point that you’re more bewildered than smug when the cup is finally drained because, “Fuck, Na, what is that shit? Are you trying to black out?”

“Language!” he hisses, genuinely startled for the first time you’ve seen in a long time, which makes you laugh, “And of course not because that wasn’t mine, you little brat! I was holding that for Somi!"

“Oh,” you reply, only mildly shifted by this news. Sorry, Som. Now you know it must be peach Schnapps. She loves Schnapps. “What, so you’re not drinking tonight at all? Are you DD?”

“No! I’m not drinking, and I’m offended that you don’t already know I hate the taste of alcohol. Mark, who may I remind you is in this room and would’ve just shit himself if he’d seen what you just did, is playing designated driver tonight! He’s…”

And as he glances towards the kitchen you follow his gaze. You’re expecting to see your brother, most likely laughing over something his friends are saying, maybe even trying to dance-battle someone if he's having a particularly good time. Instead you see your brother chatting up Jeon Soyeon.

Jeon… Soyeon. Nabi Bar, Jeon Soyeon. Who you haven’t spoken to or even seen since that awful night in Gangnam.

And you nearly gasp in terror at the sight.

Jaemin doesn't finish his sentence, and you dart your eyes to him when you realize this. He doesn’t look very pleased by what he’s seeing either, though you’re guessing for an entirely different reason than the one that’s just made you go cold.

“What?” you ask a little too quickly. The front door opens, which should be your cue to look for who’s just come in, but you can’t tear your eyes from the sight of Soyeon and Mark. What the fuck? What the fuck? “Do they know each other?”

“Know each other?” Jaemin scoffs. “Hard to quantify.”

It would be very, very bad for you if they knew each other. Very bad. If not already clear, Mark still had no clue you weren’t where you said you were on the night of Nabi Bar. If she happened to mention your involvement in that shity, shitty idea, you had no doubt that Mark would go all holier-than-thou on you in front of all these people, and that you’d probably have to dive off of the balcony to escape the reaming.

He doesn’t look particularly comfortable, near pressed up against kitchen island because Soyeon is so close to him, hand rubbing at the back of his neck in that way you’re well aware means he’s getting flustered; but you see him laugh at something she says in the next second, and it doesn’t seem like his fake laugh. Mark’s fake laugh is terrible, and even from a distance you can spot it like the flashing lights on an ambulance, a beacon of distress just the same. So he’s laughing for real, at something… Soyeon is saying?

But you hardly recall her being very funny.

“What does that mean, hard to quantify? Do they have history?”

“Something like that,” he murmurs. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Anyway, I think Jeno is—”

“You never look at anyone with any kind of attitude, and just now you rolled your eyes at her.”

“I didn’t roll my eyes. I blinked. For a long time. Something in my eye. Dusty in here.”

“Somi has this place deep cleaned twice a week.”

He stares at you like he’s begging you to drop it. You stare back, unwilling. “You know, Na, the longer you stall, the more time that all this illegal alcohol in my blood has to make me more bold and reckless and unruly. If I don’t get an answer from you I might just go over there and ask her myself. How do they know each other?”

You’re bluffing, of course— there’s no way you’re about to go over there just to see what they’re talking about when you could safely squeeze that information out of Jaemin instead. In reality, you were only pressing because you wanted to know if they were close enough for Soyeon to know you and Mark were related. If not? Then perfect! You’d forget it all and be on your merry way, reverting back to your original plan of finding Jeno, because there’d be no chance Soyeon could spill the beans.

But if Soyeon does know? You might have to leave this party a little earlier than scheduled.

“You want the whole, grown-up truth?” Jaemin finally relents.

“Might I remind you for the hundredth time that I’m only a year younger than you?”

“A year and a half,” he acquiesces with a sigh, “And Jeon Soyeon may or may not have slept with your brother to get him to do their midterm project last year.”

It comes out like he’s reading the headline from a newspaper and you made the mistake of swallowing right before he opens his mouth, choking violently on your own spit. He pats you on the back as you hack and cough before continuing.

“None of us are really sure about exactly what really happened because Mark kind of shut down after, wouldn’t tell us anything. But it was pretty clear he liked her before. She’s kinda his type, you know?”

Edgy, pretty, and fucking evil, yeah, after having to chase a few of them away in high school you’re well aware of his type! This was not what you wanted to know about when you asked if they were close! What the hell?

“He told us they’d gone all the way right before she asked him to do their entire music production project because she was too busy caring for her sick little sister. He, being the bleeding heart he is, pretty much refused to listen to us about how convenient the timing was; he even got mad when Chenle did some sleuthing and found out that Soyeon’s parents facebook, which was filled to the brim of photos of their family, didn’t have any trace of another kid in their midst besides her. Wouldn’t believe us until after the project was turned in, when he tried to meet up with her for weeks and she ghosted him every time.”

He frowns. “At the end of it, he wasn’t… It wasn’t good. He was pretty crushed.”

Now you regret chugging his drink for fun. Even before it you’d been feeling further than chill, pleasant and buzzing from your shots, well prepared for whatever hell was to arise with Jeno. Now you felt loose; too loose, fingertips tingling at your sides because of this news, heart pounding in your chest, body so warm from the alcohol that you felt like Jaemin would hiss if he’d laid a finger on your skin.

To play games with you, that’s one thing. But Soyeon has laid her hands on your brother?

“And, knowing all of that,” you say slowly, clearly, “You’re still letting him sit there and talk to her?”

“I want to kick her away,” Jaemin says flatly. “I’d be lying if I said I trust that girl as far as I can throw her. But it’s not really up to us to get involved.”

“Who is us?”

“His friends? I mean he was pretty clear when it happened that he did not want to talk about it—”

You bark a laugh, but there’s no humor to it at all. “So he can pout and gripe about the sanctity of discussing your problems with people, the embarrassing, the horrifying, but when it comes to him he gets to keep secrets? Forget how hypocritical that is, you guys are listening?”

Jaemin, finally, seems to catch the heat in your words. “Uh. He told… I mean, before you get all up in arms, she may be over there apologizing for all we know. Maybe she’s repenting.”

You both stare at her as she tips her head back in laughter, the salacious flirty kind where you’re more focused on being attractive than actually enjoying the joke, before she puts her hand on his chest in a, ‘Wow, you’re so funny, take me now,’ kind of way, leaning in to say something to him that she clearly doesn’t want anyone else to hear. Every hair on your body stands up when Mark doesn’t push her away.

He’s not seriously buying her shit again, is he?

“Jaemin, are you willing to bet your life on that?”

“What?”

“Everything you just said about Soyeon. You know that for fact?”

“Well, no, Mark didn’t actually tell us about it so I can never be sure, but… but with what we could gather, it was pretty cut and dry. Chenle actually also found out she had a boyfriend at the same time she did all that stuff with Mark. We just couldn’t bear to tell him that after the fact, so we never… Hey, where—”

You’re sober enough to make it through the throng of people without stumbling, but not sober enough to fully anticipate what you’re really about to do. The goal is just to separate them, somehow, to get that harlot away from your brother, and then you’ll go and deal with Jeno. If people greet you as you pass you don’t hear or see it; all you can grasp is her, touching him, laughing with him, cheating, lying, people-using—

“Mark,” you nearly hiss, “I need to talk to you. Now.”

Mark jumps a foot in the air when you grab him but Soyeon, for some reason, doesn’t look surprised to see you in the slightest. She does, however, raise a sharp blonde eyebrow at your tone.

“What,” Mark splutters, “Right now?”

“Yeah,” Soyeon sighs, continuing to trail her eyes up and down Mark’s face instead of looking at you, “The grown-ups are talking, sweetheart. Can’t you give us a second?”

Mark turns back to the sensual softness of her voice like a moth to a flame, and you want to smack him. “No. Not a second now, not a second later, not a second tomorrow or forever. Now, Mark.”

And that was where you made the mistake that turned this whole night sour. Only when Soyeon realizes it’s her you have a problem with, catching on from the agitation in your tone that you’re not just here to bother Mark for fun, does she slide her unreadable gaze to you.

“You know I haven’t seen you in a while, Little Lee.”

“For the better,” you mutter. “Seriously—”

“I was so surprised when Yuqi told me you two were related.”

She’s talking to Mark but looking at you, eyes squinted a little, like someone analyzing a germ under a microscope. So she does know. Great. “I couldn’t believe that this girl was the same little star you used to tell me about when I met her. She’s grown up a lot, you know? Doesn’t take after you at all, Markie.”

“Soyeon,” you say again, “Let him go.”

“Why? So you can keep throwing your tantrum? Every time you open your mouth it gets harder and harder to see the resemblance. When you’re so…”

She doesn’t need to say it, and it’s honestly probably better that she didn’t, because you would’ve leapt at her if she’d gone as far as she’d been intending to dig with that comment. You’re aware you don’t resemble Mark, physically or otherwise— in accomplishment, in talent, in patience, in perfect unmarred reputation. You’re well fucking aware.

“Soyeon,” Mark finally says, thankfully lurching a little in your direction like her evil witch's spell is finally wearing off, “I don’t think there’s any need for that, what the hell is going on? Do you two know each other?”

Soyeon opens her eyes comically wide. “You don’t know?”

And you feel Mark stop. What the hell are you doing, you want to scream. Why are you even pausing for this bullshit? Come on! But he doesn’t. He stands there and he stares at her, as if searching her face for any sign of truth, and Soyeon takes this as her cue.

“Little star is a big girl now! Her own fake ID, clinging along with her baby bottle to any club the adults want to go to, even catching her own ride home with any wasted guy that smiles in her direction! Don’t you live together? What a handful she must be if she can sneak out under your nose, Markie.”

The blood rushing in your ears makes it hard to tell if it’s only you that’s losing your hearing or if the rest of the people hanging around in the kitchen really have quieted to watch the rising altercation, but you don’t dare move your eyes from the girl to check. The baby bottle comment, outing your fake ID, all of that is rage inducing on its own— but it’s a cold, stomach twisting madness that grabs you when you latch on to the last part of what she’s just said. Catching your own ride home?

Was she referring to Yoobin?

Your fingers unfurl from Mark’s jacket.

“What do you mean, catch my own ride?”

Soyeon laughs. Under normal circumstances, it would be a pretty sound. “Did you think we didn’t see you leave? Blowing up our phones like there was some big emergency— We sent that guy out there to keep you the company you wanted so much, God, we got tired of babysitting you. You stopped calling and neither of you came back inside. What, cause your brother is here you’re going to try and soften it up now, huh? Tell us all you didn’t go home with that drunkard, when you love to tell people you’re no stranger to a bar?”

Yoobin, who grabbed you, touched you, tried to drive you home in his wasted state with clear intentions on what he wanted in return.

Yoobin, who Soyeon and Yuqi and their friends had sent, knowing you were panicked, knowing he made you uncomfortable, knowing you were looking for them.

Soyeon who stopped hearing from you and laughed it off. Soyeon who stopped hearing from you for days and didn’t bat an eye, knowing what she’d left you alone with.

Soyeon, who’s straight, pretty nose cracks under your fist in the same way Yoobin’s did, except this time you don’t run away when she screams and collapses and you realize what you’ve done. Except this time you hit her again— or you try to at least, lunging for her with your eyes ablaze, unsure what you’ll do when you get there but 100% sure it’ll hurt worse than a bloody fucking nose— but don’t quite get there, because someone has lifted you off the ground, two iron-bar arms wrapped like vices around your ribs, the worlds tightest back hug.

In your right mind you might’ve placed the sandalwood and the bergamot, or recognized the rolled up sleeves of his oversized button up, ivory and forest green, but as it stood—

As it stood, as you shouted and thrashed and fought, you only made out one thing.

Mark Lee, your own brother, helping Jeon Soyeon to her feet, two hands firm on her arms to hold her up; his surprised voice the last thing you hear before Lee Jeno hauls you out of that house.

“Wow, Soyeon. Is that true?”

(”Rockstar is going to wallop that girl,” Donghyuck mutters, staring at you like they all are from behind the pillar separating the kitchen from the living room, alerted to the worsening confrontation by a sheepish Jaemin.

“No she won’t," Jaemin tries, clearly feeling guilty, "She knows better than that.”

“She’s gone still. And I’ve never, ever seen her eyes that wide before.”

“That’s control. It’s restraint. She’s not going to hit her.”

Renjun, then, “If you really believe that then why do you look so nervous?”

“Her fist is balled up,” Jisung comments quietly.

“It’s restraint!”

“You weren’t there the day that she knocked the socks off of Park Gyubin, right? When he tried lifting her friend’s skirt up in the cafeteria?”

“She…” Jaemin glances at Donghyuck, “She’s tried to fight men before?”

“Tried to? I thought she was going to kill him. Y/N hit him so hard he had to get his retainer refitted. She’s got a right hook like her brothers. I bruise when she hits me, you know.”

Renjun again, “Why do you sound so proud of that?”

“She… Well, no, look, look! She let go of Mark. They have to be deescalating, she—”

“Does deescalating usually involve getting closer to the object of your anger?” Jisung asks.

“She—”

“Here it comes,” Chenle announces excitedly.

And then Jeno is across the room.)

Jeno realizes before you do that you’re not going back home tonight.

His apartment looks the same. Obviously. It’s only been three weeks since you were last here. Like before, Jeno doesn’t bother with the lights, kicking his shoes off in the entryway the same way, except this time you have two shoes of your own to place next to them instead of the sad and lonely single. Three weeks ago, but it feels like it’s only been a day or two since you did this whole song and dance; following him to the bathroom, sitting on the counter as he stoops under to rummage through his first-aid bin, gritting your teeth when he rubs your knuckles with the antiseptic, smiling weakly when he apologizes for the sting.

You’d cried in his car.

When Jeno carried you out of Somi’s apartment you thought the stinging in your eyes was just discombobulated rage. But when he set you down on your feet in the elevator and you began to come down from the adrenaline high, the burning just intensified as you understood what just happened. You’d only been able to keep the tears at bay until he told you to put your seatbelt on in his passenger seat and it all became too real.

Though you’re not sober enough right now for it to feel like a problem yet, you know you’ll want to kill yourself tomorrow for allowing yourself to devolve in front of him like that no matter the circumstance. In the moment, you weren’t even entirely sure what you were crying about. Was it the craze of fury wearing off after punching Soyeon, and the jitters it left behind? Or the fact that even when Jeno was tugging you towards the elevator up there, you’d stood and waited for Mark to follow for nearly an entire minute, just for him to never come out?

You’d like to chalk it up to adrenaline and inebriation, but deep down you knew exactly what it was that had your eyes brimming with those tears.

He’d chosen Soyeon. The girl who’d lied to him, cheated with him, fucked him over for a grade and left you for dead on the streets of Gangnam, and he’d stayed in that house with her instead of coming out to check on you. And you weren’t really one to catastrophize, but how couldn’t that signal the definitive end of Mark putting up with your shit? The nail in the coffin of his patience with you?

You knew things had been rough lately with you moving in, the thread of butting heads over little things like curfews and the people you hung out with, but you hadn’t thought your relationship had deteriorated to the point that he’d ever… that he’d ever choose someone else. You’re his sister. No matter how mad he is, he’s supposed to choose you.

But he didn't. And in Lee Jeno’s passenger seat, like a giant baby, you cried about it.

In proper Y/N fashion the only thing that had chuffed you into sucking it all up and swallowing it into the depths of your soul never to be seen again, was Jeno’s building appearing on the horizon. The threat of him asking you if you’re alright and actually having to confront those feelings was terrifying enough to jar you out of your self pity.

But he hadn’t asked you about your red eyes. He hadn’t said anything, actually. He just tugged you out of the car and into the elevator. Herded you into his apartment. And tipped his head towards his bathroom just like before, except this time he was smiling. In the soft, polite kind of way that let you know he was well aware of what just transpired in his car, but was simply... letting it be.

(And you always knew Jeno was rather observant. But man, the thought behind that smile could’ve made you burst into tears all over again.)

On the counter, holding out your hand for the steps that would never come, you blinked back to the present when Jeno stopped at the healing salve. You’d been waiting for him to bust out the gauze again, already lamenting the next week of your life with the itchy fabric tight around your wrist, but all Jeno does is raise an eyebrow at you when you don’t hop off of the sink after he puts the kit away.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks.

You blink down at your hand, shiny with the balm, and then back up at him. “The rest of it.”

“The wrap? I didn’t think you needed it.”

“But that’s what you did last time I was here.”

“Because the last time you were here you didn’t know how to punch someone properly. It looked like you got her the right way this time. When I was tugging at that wrist in the elevator just now you hardly seemed to notice, when you could barely close your fist a few weeks ago.”

…Oh. Only as he mentions it do you roll your hand around in its socket, flexing your fingers under the bathroom light. Your knuckles look like shit, the newly forming bruises and angry skin, but it doesn’t actually ache like it did that night with Yoobin.

Well you’ll be damned. So straightening your wrist really does work.

“Oh,” you mumble. “I guess I don’t. Wasn’t really thinking about it.”

“Of course you weren’t. Probably thinking about what you wanted to eat, right?”

“What I— What?”

What you wanted to eat? When did you discuss that you were hungry?

“Heard your stomach grumbling in the car, so I’m assuming you haven’t eaten since before the competition. There’s a pizza place down the street that I think you’d like, a jajangmyeon shop too, but their delivery takes ages. It’s up to you.”

You stare at him, clearly not following. Jeno is relaying this to you like tonight was planned, as if it was always in the cards for you to be hanging out at his place tonight like a couple of pals, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, the perfect picture of normalcy. He thinks you’re going to be here long enough to eat? He’s not planning to have you shipped out of here in the next half hour?

But then you realize that there isn’t really another place for you to be shipped to. Mark’s apartment is… not really an option. The idea of going back there tonight almost makes your stomach roll, actually.

But if you don’t go back, that doesn’t leave much in the realm of locations to hide out at. Somi’s brother is coming home tonight, she’d squealed as much this morning, and considering how rare it is that he’s not busy in other countries you abhor the idea of intruding on their reunification. You don’t have many other friends here that you’re close enough with to just show up at their place at 10PM unannounced, not that you’d want to given that your little spat with Soyeon is probably all over everyones instagram stories right now, and is surely the only thing they’ll want to talk about.

You don’t have very many options right now. And Jeno probably knew that from the moment he decided to bring you here.

“Thinking pretty hard over there,” Jeno hums, “for what is supposed to be a two choice question. Unless you don’t want either?”

“Pizza is… fine.”

“Just fine, or actually good? I can check to see if there’s any—”

“It’s good, Lee.”

He smiles like he’s got you in the bag, and then stands up straight. “I’ll order it then.”

You nod emptily and make moves to follow him out of the bathroom, right on his tail, which is why you nearly crash into him when he whirls back around to stop you. “Oh. Almost forgot.”

“What? Forgot what?"

But you only grow more confused when Jeno speeds off towards his room without replying. There’s a creak and a shuffle, doors opening and closing before Jeno returns with a bundle of fabric bunched up in his arms.

“Can’t imagine it’ll be very comfortable to hang out in that dress all night.”

He holds out the mass; what appears to be a heather gray hoodie and black sweatpants that, even bunched up like this, still look miles too long for you. He sees you eyeing it and you fear he’s going to do something awful, like politely offer to go and get you something else as if he hasn’t already done a hundred other things for you tonight, so you quickly oblige. Once you relieve him of the pile he laughs, tells you he’s going to put the order in for the pizza, and closes the door on the way out.

You stand there unmoving for much too long, the heap of fabric clutched to your chest.

There’s so much to unpack. Being here again. The fact that he was supposed to break your heart today instead of doing all of... this. How casual he’s being about it all. The brother-slash-bestfriend shaped elephant in the room. The clothes.

But, for the sake of not collapsing under the weight of all of that turmoil, you decide to just focus on the latter; the most immediate and least heart wrenching of the bunch. His clothes. You’re going to wear his clothes.

Yet another of your old dreams coming to fruition in this apartment. Lucky you.

Jeno is laying across the long part of the couch when you exit the bathroom, footsteps making no noise because you’re padding along on top of the ankle hems. He’s dressed differently too; gone is the jeans and the ivory button up, in its place a black long sleeve and navy blue sweatpants just like yours, except his actually fit. He’s texting furiously on his phone when you round the corner, eyebrows furrowed with something like irritation before he sees your looming figure in the corner of his eye and looks up.

"I put an X-Men movie into the DVD player," he announces, squinting back down to his screen, "Couldn't think of a better time than now to finally get into it, since you'll be here to explain all the things I don't understand..."

But he trails off as he stares at his phone, eyebrows furrowing at something before he frowns and stands up. The look is gone when you shuffle towards the couch and he looks up again, smiling at you like you like nothing is wrong, before he says, "I need to make a call though. Start the movie, yeah? I'll be back before things get interesting."

You stare at him. Probably shouldn't miss the opening scene if you really want to 'get into it', you nearly say. But you've been on this earth for long enough to recognize when someone wants a little privacy.

You want to ask if it's Mark. If he's the one Jeno had been messaging back so agitatedly just now. But the fear of it not being him, Jeno instead just trying to sort something out with like, a truant project partner or something, makes you stuff it down again. It'll just make you look even more pitiful.

"Sure. Most of the intro is fan service anyway."

He opens his mouth like he's about to say something else but then his phone starts to ring and he only smiles tightly at you instead. Then he's gone down the corridor, into his bedroom, and when the ringtone finally stops you can barely hear his voice much less make out what he's saying. Hm.

A different day and you might've snuck off after him to eavesdrop just to see for yourself. But after tonight?

You simply watch him go, and then tumble onto his couch with the exhaustion of someone who's just run up and down the building a dozen times.

You don't even have the strength to reach over for the TV remote; you just lay there and revel in the softness of the cushions, and at how tired you suddenly feel. Rehearsal all morning, giving it your all on stage, the energy-leeching atmosphere of a house party, the alcohol sagging through your veins. Not to mention the emotional confusion. Crying always takes it out of you.

So it's no wonder that you forgo turning the movie on to just take a moment to breathe in the pleasantly dark living room, closing your eyes for what you intended to be a brief second, just to gather the last bits of your patience and sanity for the night ahead... only to fall victim to what happens to most people when they say they're just resting their eyes.

You fall asleep.

At least for a little while, you do. A brief, dreamless, blissful unconsciousness.

It’s so blissful in fact, that when you’re startled back to life by a knock at the front door a few minutes later— blinking the haze out of your eyes and seeing Jeno’s ceiling instead of your own, understanding with a sinking hopelessness that you’re not waking from a nightmare, that all of tonight has really happened— the dread is almost crushing when it all comes back.

But there isn't even any time to mourn. Because you realize that if someone's just knocked on the door, like the good homeowner he is, Jeno will be out here any second now to open it. He'll come out here and he'll see you and you'll be sucked right back into that nightmare, pretending like everything is fine when you both know that tonight was supposed to go so, so differently. Sitting next to each other and eating next to each other and attempting small talk for the sake of keeping things civil until you can escape this place in ten hours.

The idea almost gives you hives. You can't do it. You can't. There has to be another way. What if you make something up? A sore throat? A sudden headache?

But there's no time to think of anything fancy because in the next second Jeno's bedroom door clicks open down the hall, and panic flies up in your throat.

So you do the only think you can fathom. Before he can come around the corner and see you freaking out, you fling yourself back over and pretend to still be dead asleep.

As foolish as you immediately feel, it must work at least a little bit; you hear him come into the living room, hesitate, and then continue on past the couch on lighter steps as if worried about making too much noise. You even steady your breathing when he’s opening the door for the pizza guy— smooth inhale, smooth exhale, spaced just far enough to replicate what someone sounds like when they’ve been out for a while.

Shit. Will this actually work?

When he closes the door and the room falls to silence your heart picks up a little bit. What is he doing? Is he staring at you, trying to see if you’re faking?

Is he wondering if he should wake you up to eat? Oh, God! What if—

“Are you up?” he whispers. And you almost choke trying to swallow down the instinctual response that rises in your throat.

With surprisingly great effort, you do nothing. Say nothing. You don’t even stir. You just pray to whatever God is out there that Jeno will take the hint, eat his pizza at the kitchen island, leave you out here and go to bed. You get excited when you hear his steps again and think he’s going to pass the couch straight, but of course a second later you feel the couch dip somewhere off behind your back and you nearly curse.

“Guess not,” Jeno mumbles. "I forgot that you knock out so easily."

A few more seconds of what feels like an endless quiet, only his shuffling making sound; through your squeezed-shut eyes you see the light of the TV flicker like he’s just changed the channel, and with it you hear what must be the intro to a gameshow or something— excited chatter, ringing bells, audience cheers. But the volume is turned down so low that it feels like the show is playing in another room. Is he keeping the volume low because of you?

Is he… going to stay out here?

“So you won’t mind if I think out loud,” he says suddenly, and your eyes nearly fly open in surprise. What?

But he sounds serious. “Like a test run, almost. For what I wanted to talk about earlier at Aegon. Since I still don’t really know what the hell I’m going to say even after losing sleep over it all week, and I know you’ll try to stop me if you’re awake. I should just try it now, right?”

Try it... now?

Your fake deep-breathing almost hitches in panic when you realize what he’s getting at. Sweet God, please, no. What he wanted to talk about earlier? He wants to get into that now?

“Jaemin scolded me for springing it on you like that after your showcase, by the way. I didn’t realize that I might’ve cornered you until later and I’m sorry about that. I just really, really wanted to talk. Because I didn’t before, and everything got all…” he sighs, heavily. “I’m thankful that you told me to get lost earlier, because I think I can explain it better, like this. I can start from the beginning. I know how thorough you are about things like this.”

You hear the beep of a digital watch somewhere in his house as your face scrunches up in confusion. It's officially midnight, if the watch is making noise to denote the hour, but the realization of the time only comes second to the slow bewilderment slipping through your gloom.

From the beginning? The beginning of what? What the hell does any of that have to do with firmly rejecting you?

“Before we met, because of the way Mark talked about you, I had this idea in my head that you’d be some sort of perfect, flawless angel. That you’d be a little version of him; neat and proper and just a little bit naive, too nice for your own good. A rule follower.”

He laughs at this, a genuine laugh at the memory, and your frown deepens in embarrassment. “Then I actually laid my own eyes on you for the first time, and I realized I couldn’t have been more off.”

You remember it clearly, the first time you’d made a fool out of yourself in front of him and the rest of Mark’s friends. Fourteen years old, running inside the house after walking home from class with your own crew; you’d completely forgotten that you were supposed to bring your skateboard and a change of clothes to school because you all planned to ride around the park that day, the first warm afternoon after a mushy spring, and they said if you didn’t come back out in sixty seconds or less they’d leave you in the dust. So you stormed into the house, past the living room with all of them in it without even a glance or greeting since you hadn’t realized it wasn’t just your brother in there, hurled off your uniform in favor of your outfit staples at the time— an oversized tee that you stole from Mark, hand-me-down cargo shorts that also came from your brother’s closet, and your most cherished possessions: a Yankees baseball cap and your beat-up blue Nikes.

But you couldn’t find your skateboard and the clock was running out, so you howled down the staircase, “If you moved my skateboard again from where I put it I’m going to kill you in your sleep!” only for Mark to shout back up, “It’s a tripping hazard! It’s in the hallway closet! And aren’t you grounded right now? Where are you even going? Does mom know?”

You hadn’t replied. Just snatched the board from where he said he’d stashed it, barreled back down the stairs, and was fully preparing to toss your brother some half-assed explanation, but then you’d seen him. Seen them. Mark’s new school friends, all lounging on your living room couch, staring at you as if you’d come into the room with a bomb. Lee Jeno (who’s name you’d only later find out) appeared the most stunned by your tornado-like appearance.

You could only imagine what they were seeing. Some rowdy tomboy, technically on house arrest but running out to wreak havoc on the town regardless, threatening to kill people in their sleep for tidying up. Exaggerated, obviously, but you remember being mortified halfway to Sunday by how cute they all were and that this was their first introduction to you— and in that mortification, sprinting out of the house without telling your brother anything at all.

You’d gotten a good scolding for that later.

“And it’s going to sound kind of stupid,” Jeno continues, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think you heard the smile in his voice, “But because of that, I got this idea in my head that Mark must’ve only been seeing you through those rose-tinted glasses. The type every older brother has for every younger sister, the ones that make everything they do look cute and miraculous and perfect even if they’re clearly evil to everyone else. Not saying I thought you were secretly some sort of demon or anything either, ‘cause I know you’d roll your eyes at me right now if you could. Just that the girl I saw that day was nowhere near the delicate little thing he’d described. And I got... curious. I started wondering what you were actually like.”

Your face is getting hot again. You’ve never, ever heard him speak this much in one sitting, and the idea of him ever paying this much attention to you is mind boggling. But you don’t let yourself lean into whatever feeling of hope is whistling through your head.

So what if he made a game out of trying to separate your real traits from the things Mark got wrong about you six years ago? Sometimes you liked to make up season-long dramas about strangers you saw on campus. It doesn’t mean anything now.

You want to scrunch into a ball. You aren’t sure how much more of this monologue you can handle, even despite the consequences of rolling over and breaking the facade just to get him to stop. The heat in your face is spreading to your neck, your stomach, every inch of your skin, it’s making your stomach churn with discomfort.

“But then the next year you came to our school,” Jeno says with finality, like this is supposed to be some important distinction. “And it stopped being as casual of an interest. The months went by and at some point I stopped looking for you just to see if you were doing something Mark didn’t know about, and started looking for you just because I wanted to know what you were doing. We’d come over for movie night and while Hyuck and Jae argued for hours about what they did and didn’t want to watch, I’d be wondering if I’d get to see you. You probably won’t remember this, but one of those nights I even ordered an extra curry bowl just so I’d have an excuse to knock on your door to tell you about it. And I thought that was a normal thing to do.”

Jesus Christ. Do you remember? Of course you remember! You’d been reading at your desk with your headphones in, which meant Jeno had to come all the way into your room to get your attention— tapping the side of your earbud with two gentle fingers, laughing all crescent-eyed at you when you yelped in surprise. The sight of him in your room for the first time was like a grenade going off in your tweenaged mind; you’d had to calm down for nearly an entire minute before going downstairs to get your food.

“I thought it was just Mark rubbing off on me. He cared so much about you that I thought my sudden interest was simply overprotection by relation— that he was the reason why I couldn’t stop looking for you. ‘Cause in my mind it couldn't be anything else but brotherly. Mark was pretty clear about what he thought of the people that liked you so I knew it couldn’t be that; I wasn’t stupid enough to let myself be interested in you like that. Right?”

He laughs again, but it doesn’t sound nearly as sweet this time. “I’m rambling, huh?”

Yes, you are. You are.

“I’ll cut to the ending then,” he replies like he’s read your mind. “I realized I did in fact ‘like you like that’, at our graduation.”

And your eyes pop open. It’s completely involuntary, and if you’d been facing him you would have been screwed. But you’re still looking deep into the cushions of the black couch; wide eyes staring into a deep, dark, nothing.

“I hid behind that brotherly excuse for three years. My eyes followed you in the hallway because I wanted to make sure you were okay like Mark would’ve wanted me to. I offered to drive you home from school when he was busy because that’s what Mark would’ve asked me to do anyway. Everything I wanted to do I told myself I was doing because I was just a good friend. You know?” A beat passes before he hums to himself. “But I guess you don’t, actually. Because you liked me authentically, like you do with everything. The night of our graduation, the backyard barbecue your parents threw for us. You remember that, right?”

Duh. You’d bawled your eyes out on the front porch halfway through because only then did it fully sink in that they’d all be leaving you behind, these losers you swore you didn’t even like, before wiping your face and moodily rejoining the celebration.

“Jaemin and Donghyuck were having fun like it was their last day on earth. Even Mark didn’t seem too worried about the fact that we’d be leaving our whole lives behind in a few weeks when we drove off to SNU. I asked him if he was going to miss anything and he listed a dozen things, the friends of ours that were going to different colleges, his parents cooking, his backyard, his bedroom, his electric keyboard. And I remember feeling frozen when he didn’t mention you. In hindsight I know that it was probably because he’d still be coming back home every break, and you had a whole year of high school to finish so it wasn’t like you were going anywhere, but at the moment I felt like someone just yanked the blanket off of me. Three years of pretending and it only took one conversation for it to smash through all of that and hit me like a truck. If Mark isn’t worried about it, why the hell has the idea of leaving you here been haunting me for the last week and a half?”

Oh.

“It was then, I think. That I went, ‘Ah. So this hasn’t all been because of Mark, then,’ and everything I’d ever done under the guise of brotherly obligation popped into context all at once. And as if it wasn’t enough being in my own head, I was still in the middle of talking to Mark as I realized that not only did I like you more than I’d ever liked anyone— I was looking directly at the person who would surely strangle me to death if he ever found out that I liked you more than I’d ever liked anyone. So I pretended it never happened. I said ‘yeah, me too,’ the party ended, I went home, the summer went on, and before I knew it I was on campus and had a million other things to worry about. I saw how well you seemed to be doing when Mark would show me your Instagram posts, how much fun you were having, and I let that make me feel better about being such a coward. Over time, without you around, I convinced myself that things were better like this. That it never would have worked out anyway.”

There’s a moment of silence so utterly long that for a moment you genuinely think that this is going to be it. That he’s going to have said all of that and just… sighed, gotten up, and gone to sleep, leaving you alone to be in misery over what you’ve just heard until morning.

But that’s not it. He’s got a few more words for you. The worst of them all. A string of syllables at first, ones that instantly shatter every bit of emotional resistance you’ve built for yourself these last few days— and then a sentence that has your blood turning to ice in your veins when you realize what it means.

“But then you came back to Seoul,” Jeno started simply, “And a lot of things I thought I knew for sure don’t feel quite as concrete anymore.”

You inhaled.

You exhaled.

And tried to understand what the fuck that last part was supposed to mean.

But then before you could he continued on, his voice soft, casual, innocent. Too innocent. “Like how I used to be sure that you snored when you were sleeping,” he murmured. “Has it been so long that I've forgotten? Or are you not actually asleep, Rockstar?”

[♥︎]: and there it is, folks! please leave a like if you enjoyed! it REALLY gives me the motivation to work on this faster!

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