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— nrk. Time After Time

nishimura riki x reader | wc: 2,628 | english | fluff

a/n: may contain grammatical errors | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name callling

🖇️. first encounter

he was a little shit.

she was that perfect angel of a child.

but what they were, were the best of friends.

they met when they were in kindergarten. as a child usually is, niki was running, goofing around with his newfound friends in his school’s playground. that was until he bumped into one of his classmates, causing both of them to tumble onto the ground.

suddenly all eyes were on him and the now crying girl. “oh my, are you two okay?! niki, this is why i said not to play too rough.” the boy started to feel his cheeks heat up from their homeroom teacher’s scolding, but he held back his tears, not wanting to make things worse.

and so there they were, seated across each other in the nurse’s office. niki kept his head down, swinging his legs as they dangled over the edge of the bed.

“a-are you okay? you also f-fell hard.” the girl croaked out with a sniffle. “i’m all good, i’m used to getting scratches from playing!” he says proudly, wanting to prove that he was okay. “can i play with you next time, niki?”

the boy looked the girl up and down, eyes landing on the big scratches on her knee and elbows. “i don’t know, you might get hurt again.” with a huff she jumps off the bed, wincing a bit before she did a cartwheel, leaving the boy in awe.

“see! i’m strong too! i’m y/f/n after all!”

and that was the beginning of a friendship that sadly, did not last.

one day niki found y/n crying by herself during recess, only to find out that she was leaving the next day and no longer coming back.

“daddy says i have to stop going here because his work is moving us!” she sniffs. niki was sad, hurt, even confused, after all, he was just a kid, this was too much for him to process especially since they have just gotten close. but just as when they first met, niki chose to hold back his tears, instead choosing to lighten the mood.

“then i’ll wait for you to come back! so when you do, you’ll have a friend here. you have to come back, promise?”

with a sniff and a weak smile, y/n holds up her pinky, linking it with the boy’s.

twelve years old now, and niki was still the same, well taller and a bit more mature now, but still loved to goof around with his friends.

and, although he never said it out loud, still awaited the return of one friend.

“mom, i still need to give my friends my gifts before we leave for the airport!”

it was their christmas break and niki’s family was off to japan to spend their holiday there. thankfully his friends' houses were near the area so he was able to go off on his own. although sunoo’s house was the closest to his, he opted to go the long way home.

the way to y/n’s home. of course he didn’t expect her to be there, but he still hoped he’d one day catch her there.

as if it were a christmas miracle, a car passed him and was slowly pulling to a stop in front of y/n’s house, and low and behold, the girl happily hops out of the car.

she still looked the same, taller though and features a bit more refined and delicate looking.

“niki?! is that you?!”

before niki could answer, he ran to the girl, entrapping her in a tight hug. “y/n! it’s been so long! i missed you!” the girl laughs, dusting off the snow decorated on his hair.

“i missed you too iki…how are you?” she asks with a playful punch. “well, i’m taller now.” he lifts himself on his toes, making the girl roll her eyes in annoyance. “and i’m leaving for japan today. we’re spending christmas there!”

“oh…i was hoping to catch up with you during the holidays.” y/n pouts. niki’s mouth forms a small ‘o’, realizing that once again time was not so kind on them. “well…how about when i come back? i’ll be back after the new yea—”

“i’ll be gone before the new year…we’re going to the us to meet the rest of my family….”

the two were quiet for a moment, realizing their second meeting was far too short than what they hoped for. but just as before, niki decided to keep the mood positive and full of hope.

“then we’ll meet again. and when we do, i’ll treat you to your favorite snack!” he says with gusto, hoping y/n would also get along with his promise. “.....okay….but don’t forget okay?!” she gives the guy one last playful punch, but before she could move away, niki pulls her into one last hug.

“i also promise that i’ll set aside everything to make time for you.”

and those were his last words to his best friend 5 years ago.

now seventeen, niki definitely grew out of his childish ways (sort of) as he was now in his final year in high school.

sure enough he made new friends, even had people confess to him, hoping he would return their feelings. but alas, there was only one person that occupied that special place in her heart.

that one person whom he promised to meet again, no matter how long it would take.

“you’re on after current performers, standby.”

niki nods at the staff who quickly scatters off to another group. niki had always had a passion for dance. well, it started when y/n pointed out that his cover of one of michael jackson’s dances back when they were in kindergarten was “the best she’s ever seen”.

“hey niks….i know this might throw you off your game but–” heeseung turns the guy to face the stage. he follows the direction heeseung’s finger points at, and there he saw,  the sole reason he decided to pursue dance.

“wow, competing against your girlfriend!” sunghoon laughs out loud, gaining the attention of the other dancers around them. “shut up, she’s not my girlfriend.” niki says with a small smile, completely focusing on y/n dancing on stage.

throughout the performance until the group started to file backstage, niki’s smile never left his face.

and as his eyes met y/n’s he felt it  grow  twice in size as the girl ran to him with a hug. “oh my god! iki you look good—well for the competition and all….wow you’re taller now.” she laughs breathily, still tired from dancing.

niki laughs, “and you did well out there. i didn’t know you could dance?” y/n was about to answer when a staff member hurriedly ushers niki and his group onto the stage.

niki turns back and smiles as he watches y/n mouth him “good luck”.

and that was just the right amount of motivation he needed to pull through.

🖇️. the realization

one performance later, and many excuses to his friends and staff members later, he and y/n were finally alone in the theater’s food court, the mass being occupied with the ongoing performances.

“damn, it really is better when there’s no one in line…hey! you still owe me  that snack.”

“you still remember that?”

“Oof course i do….i never really stopped looking forward to meeting you.”

niki was left speechless at the girl’s sudden confession. and there he thought the feeling was one sided. once again y/n didn’t fail to leave him amazed. “get what you want then, it’s on me.”

niki watches as y/n happily switches munching on her ice cream to the fries he bought for her. “sorry, did you want fries?” y/n asks with a slightly full mouth. “don’t speak with your mouth full….and no thanks, you look happy with your food.” niki says, unknowingly wiping the corner of y/n’s mouth.

y/n felt her cheeks heat up, her eyes following the movement of niki’s hand, until he realized his actions, quickly retracting his hand.

“sorry—”

“it’s alright….so how are you? any plans for college?” she quickly interjects, quickly brushing off  the awkwardness in the air. “yeah, i applied to a bunch of universities here, still waiting for an acceptance letter though…and you?”

y/n excitedly puts down her food. “i’m staying for college! though hopefully i have no trouble getting in given i had to study abroad for a while.” ecstatic was an understatement to what niki felt upon hearing the news.

sure chances of him and y/n being accepted into the same university and the same course were low, but never zero.  a few anecdotes, jokes, and laughs later, the two finally fell into silence, a comfortable one.

one would think the two would be awkward given they haven’t seen each other in a while. but that was the thrill to it, waiting for time to bring them together again brought them hope. it made them look forward to meeting each other, to fill in that missing piece of the puzzles in their hearts for the other.

y/n gives niki a look as she notices him staring at her in content. “what? do i still have something on my mouth?” niki shakes his head with a chuckle. “no, no….this is the third time we met….who knows when we’ll meet again, what we’ll look like, and for how long?”

y/n nods with a small smile as she reaches out to niki’s hand. “we’ll meet again, i mean, time’s been playing with us….but i’m sure we will.” and right then and there, for the first time, niki didn’t want to let go. he wanted the moment to last longer, he didn’t want it to end. but they were older now, they both had different lives to live on.

his train of thought was cut as he heard his phone ping. “wow….looks like my team’s champion.” niki laughs. “congrats iki! you deserve it!” y/n rushes over to niki’s side to give him a hug.

“they might be looking for us then….hey, next time, drinks are on me!”

“wow from snacks we move on to drinks now, where’s my little girl cry baby of a best friend?” niki teases, ruffling the crown of y/n’s hair. “hey i gotta return the favor….just promise we’ll meet again?”

“of course, no matter what.”

college, a post high schooler’s first few steps into adulting and real world independence. schedules and work was hectic, new friends made, old friends lost due to loss of time, promises forgotten with the hustle and bustle of college life.

but not all promises were left forgotten.

for example, niki now found himself looking up at a glowing neon sign displaying the name of the club he promised to meet his friends at. finals week just ended and to celebrate, or grieve for their grades, niki’s friends set a  date for all of them to destress with drinks.

niki slowly swerved through the sea of bodies dancing inside, most likely there for the same reason, until he saw his friends seated at a reserved table. “finally, thought you’d never arrive!” jake shouts through the loud music, tilting his half empty glass to greet him.

it was ironic how niki was in a club as he wasn’t one to drink himself. he had a few here and there, but opted drinking in a quieter setting, one where he could talk and catch up with people. on top of that, he didn’t want to risk making all the wrong decisions while his system was clouded with alcohol.

“one beer please.” he nods at the bartender. he left his table a while back when most of his friends started dispersing onto the dance floor or drowning themselves to sleep with alcohol. he wanted to be alone in silence.

but his silence and peace was short lived when someone bumped into him, spilling a bit of their drink down his back. with a stoic look on his face, niki turns around. but it immediately turns into a look of concern when he recognizes the tipsy girl in front of him.

“y/n!? where…what…are you alone?!” he asks, immediately wrapping a protective arm around her to keep her from falling. “hmmmmm I’mmmm wid yuuu ikiiii!” she trills, booping his nose with her finger.

any other time niki would tease the girl, but she was  drunk and alone in a public place. “okay, y/n where are your friends? you need to go home.” he slowly says, holding on to both her shoulders. but rather than an answer, all he gets is a pout and hugs, followed by sniffling.

“aym sharee iki fur keepin you weytn” the girl slurs. “i howp itch nut tyuw laaaate……i like you….mmurrr thun frehndsh.” she muffles into his shirt.

all the sounds of the club started to fade into the background as niki heard the girl’s confession. but before anything, he had to take care of her, it was dangerous for her to be out and about while drunk. unfortunately y/n was now passed out in his chest to answer more of his questions, leaving him no choice but to take her to his unit.

niki carefully places the now knocked out y/n on his bed, as if he were holding a child in his arms. he gently pats her head as she grunts in her sleep, but before he could pull away, he was pulled back in, closer to her.

“stay”

a small smile forms across niki’s lips.

“i’m not going anywhere….never again.”

🖇️. the confession

a soft groan escapes y/n’s lips as she starts to feel last night’s ventures catch up with her through the form of a splitting headache. she weakly pushes herself up when suddenly,

“woah, woah, woah, you should rest up more.”

with half closed eyes, y/n slowly lay back down, until she realized the familiarity in the voice she just heard. “niki?! what the….what are you doing in my room?!” she shrieks, pulling the blanket closer to her body.

niki places the water, medicine, and cup of noodles he brought on the bedside table before carefully sitting on the side of the bed. “you were too drunk to tell me where your friends were and where you lived….so i brought you back to my unit….don’t worry! i didn’t touch you inappropriately!” he quickly adds, letting y/n let out a sigh of relief which was short lived.

“wait! did i…..did i say anything weird last night?” she says with a blush decorated across her cheeks as she avoids niki’s eyes.

niki was quiet for a moment, being enough of an answer for y/n.

“i'm really sorry iki, it must have really been a hassle to do this….this wasn’t how i hoped to meet you again.” she quickly says as she starts to get out of bed. but niki stopped her before she could move.

she watched as his hand took her’s and held it tight.

“i wouldn’t be doing this….if i didn’t like you too, y/n." niki gives her a warm smile, finally getting the girl to look at him.

y/n finally got the strength to hold onto niki’s hand, glad to have finally shared feelings that have been put on hold since the moment they were first pulled apart by time.

“i’m sorry, i must look like shit right now.”

“yeah….you do.”

“wow, still the same little shit i liked back then.”

“time may have passed, but really, i’m still the same, like my feelings for you.”

by. atchi 🚬

#enhypen #nishimura riki #niki enhypen #niki x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic

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— yjw. A Change of Heart

yang jungwon x reader | wc: 1,801 | english | fluff

a/n: may contain grammatical errors | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

🖇️. first encounter

“i like you jungwon, very, very much!”

the said guy stiffens up as the girl in front of him entrapped him in a bear hug. what was he supposed to do? what did she expect him to do? after all, they were just ten year olds who lived across each others’ houses.

“uhm . . . thank you y/n? but I don’t like you like that.”

y/n slowly lets go of jungwon, hurt obviously plastered on her face. but a scowl and a pout to match quickly replaces it. “why don’t you like me back?!” she whines. jungwon scratches the back of his head, starting to get agitated by the girl’s whining.

“because we’re just ten. we can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“then i’ll wait until we’re older! i’ll never stop liking you!”

and true enough, she did not stop liking jungwon well into their high school years. the guy was amazed by the girl’s headstrong persistence in liking him. he remembered the times some of their guy classmates or schoolmates would try to confess or court her. but alas, they were turned down, not being able to top the great yang jungwon.

“wonnie!”

jungwon takes in a deep breath as the sound of a familiar voice rings in his ears. he turns to see y/n jog up to him. “sheesh, even until my last day, you still try to avoid me.” she laughs, out of breath. jungwon’s brows furrow in confusion, to which the girl chuckled at.

“i’m leaving tomorrow for seattle wonnie. my dad’s been called in to work there for a while.” she looks down, kicking at the nearby stones on the pavement. surprised was an understatement to what jungwon was feeling. after all those times y/n had been following him, trying to get close to him, how did he not know about her departure?

but he chose to stay indifferent. “good luck to you then.” he was about to turn back when she held onto his arm (to which he swore he felt a spark). “i know this is a lot to ask . . . especially with the love-hate thing we have going on–”

“but i don’t–”

“can i just ask for one hug? that’s all really.” she asks sheepishly, looking away from the guy.

jungwon takes a moment to think. ‘should i? i mean, i might not see her ever again. and if she does come back, she might like someone else now.’

“you know what, it’s alright, i can—”

to y/n’s surprise, jungwon pulls her into a quick hug before pulling away. jungwon eyes the now frozen girl. “take care y/n. i’ll see you when i see you.”

when jungwon was just a few steps away, he could hear the shout of celebration from the girl. he laughs to himself, not bothering to look back.

but what he didn’t know was choosing to not look back would be one of his greatest regrets.

it’s been a year now since y/n left, and over that year, he found himself unknowingly staring at the empty house next door, half hoping an overly excited girl would wave back at him. his friends even pointed out how he would also cast drifting looks over at where y/n used to sit during the first few months she was gone, even passing by her locker, even though hers was going the opposite direction as his’.

“finally our last year in high school. hopefully the last year you hopelessly search for y/n.” jake jokes, to which niki, his other friend, laughs at. “you never know, she might finally appear if he keeps—”

“guys i have news!”

they all turn to see sunoo, their other friend, run over to them from across the hallway. “don’t you always have news though?” jungwon laughs, earning a glare from the other. “it’s different this time! someone’s coming back today! not sure who but i heard while i was passing the teachers office.”

niki nudges jungwon, giving him a teasing look. “chances of that are low niki.”

“ah! but never zero.” jake chimes in.

as the four approached the classroom, they saw that there was a little crowd that formed, causing a loud chatter that could be heard from the outside. sunoo lets out a loud gasp. “what if the comeback student is in our class!” he leaves the group behind to head into the classroom.

true enough, they were met with a familiar face. “ayo jay! man it’s been so long!” jake laughs as he heads toward the said guy, niki following closely behind.

“haven’t seen you all since i left after grade school. hey won! hey y/n!” jay smiles at the figure behind jungwon.

jungwon gulps, his heart starting to go off beat as he hears a familiar name. “uhm, jungwon? you okay there?” he hears a soft laugh. jungwon turns, a small smile forming across his lips as the one person whose ghost he was stuck with for over a year, was standing right there, in front of him.

“and so he can smile at me.” y/n laughs. “it’s good to see you again jungwon.” the said guy felt his heart drop a bit as she didn’t use the nickname she branded him with when they were kids. but it’s been a year, of course she was bound to change.

he was about to greet her when jay called out for her to take a seat beside him, apparently further away from him, unlike the times before when she would try to get the seat beside him.

who knew a year would definitely bring a lot of change.

🖇️. the realization

throughout the week, he noticed how y/n would carefully approach him. how she would speak to him in a more soft spoken tone. or in short, act as if she had taken a 180 degree turn in attitude. especially toward him.

he also noticed her sneaking out or sneaking into her house late at night while he was working on assignments over his desk.

tonight was no different, well, except for the fact that his friends were sleeping over because of a project they were working on. “okay, no what you’re both doing is wrong! and won, you’ve been staring out your window the entire time, you aren’t gonna find an answer . . . okay now i’m intrigued.” sunoo leans on jungwon’s table, watching beside him.

“what the heck are you two looking at—damn america taught her to sneak out i guess.” jake laughs. niki then follows. “how often does this happen? and where does she go?” they all turn to jungwon expectantly.

“you’re making me look like a stalker.”

“hey, not our fault i caught you watching . . . i say let’s follow her—hey!”

jungwon pinches sunoo, “it’s none of our business. besides, she comes back eventually.” he says as he goes back to working on the project. “oh so you do admit that you look out for her. dude the lingering looks in school are really obvious.” jake says with a slap to jungwon’s back.

“and if i admit that i do miss her?” jungwon gives them a questioning look, but the three remain silent.

“nah, definitely a joke.” niki laughs.

it was past 3 am and everyone was passed out from work, well, except jungwon who was seated on his desk, as per usual. his brows furrowed in worry as he read the time.

“where is she? it’s so late?” he mutters under his breath.

call him a stalker for watching y/n come and go late into the night. but all those times he did, he did out of worry. sure the community they lived in was relatively safe, but still, it was dangerous for someone to sneak out alone in the middle of the night.

call him crazy, but that one year apart definitely did something to jungwon.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said he missed y/n.

“you know what, fuck it!”

🖇️. the confession

and so there jungwon was, tightly pulling his hoodie to himself as he quietly walked out into the night. to be honest, he didn’t even know where he was supposed to go. It would’ve been a weird conversation if he suddenly asked y/n where she snuck off to in the middle of the night at school.

then, he heard the sound of music. it was weird to hear especially at that time of the day, but that might be the only luck he had of finding her.

he quietly approaches the park as he hears the music grow louder. he hides behind the tall bushes, protecting himself in case of any danger. but rather than danger, he was met with a sight he never thought he would come to see, that soon at least.

in front of him he saw y/n with her head leaning on jay’s shoulders as he serenaded her with his guitar. an intimate moment per se. his assumption was proven true as he watches jay plant a kiss on y/n’s forehead.

he was stuck. besides the fact that it was cold, the scene in front of him was a slap to his face.

but then again, it was all on him. he was the one who shut her out when she liked him back then. he was the one that was too chicken to admit his feelings out loud. he was the one who fell when her ghost was all that was left. he was the one foolish enough to think that it would all stay the same.

when he sees jay and y/n finally part ways, jungwon ducks, waiting a while to move before he himself took his leave. but apparently, y/n found him first.

“i was wondering when you would follow me out at night.”

he feels his entire soul leave his body as he hears y/n from behind him. “oops! sorry wonie . . . uhm, can you do me a favor and not tell my parents about my late night adventures?” she sheepishly asks.

jungwon silently nods as he dusts himself off. “sure . . . but do they know about you and . . .” he trails off, for some reason not having the energy to say the other’s name.

“jay? well . . . yeah. we’ve been together since seattle. who knew we’d meet there again, and surprisingly, he was also bound to head back here the same time as me.” she shares in pure happiness, something jungwon might never have the opportunity to give her now.

but nonetheless, he was happy for her.

“sorry i couldn’t keep my promise of never stopping liking you.” she lightly punches his shoulder.

afterall, who was he to stop her from being happy because of his own feelings?

“we all change eventually. i’m glad you’re happier now.”

by. atchi 🚬

#enhypen #yang jungwon #jungwon enhypen #jungwon x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic

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— ksn. Waiting for Love

The Confession Chronicles

kim sunoo x reader | wc: 2,428 | english | fluff

a/n: may contain grammatical errors | lowercse intended | contains cursing/name calling

🖇️. first encounter

“we’re already best friends okay? no matter what!”

“no backing out!”

but sadly, words at times simply are just words. empty with no meaning.

those were the exact words five year old kim sunoo and y/f/n proudly promised each other when they first met in kindergarten. time sadly was not very kind to that promise.

“and the winner of today’s debate is . . . kim sunoo!”

it shouldn’t really come as a surprise to y/n that she came second to her ex best friend yet again. it was always like that, as if she was always destined to always come in second and be subject to the comparisons after.

they were in high school now, older, a bit more mature, no longer the bestest of friends.

“congrats on coming in first kim, again.” she smiles, emphasizing on her last word as the two exchange a handshake. “congrats to you too, you made some excellent points if I might add.” he says with mischief in his voice, as if he were mocking her.

“oh, then maybe you’d like to hand over the win to me?”

“try harder then.” he simply smiles before heading toward his waiting friends. “you all good there? i can see the smoke coming out of your ears.” jungwon, her friend, jokingly swats the air around y/n as she grits her teeth with her eyes closed.

y/n and sunoo were inseparable in kindergarten. their families got along as their moms were best friends as well. they were best friends.

but that was all before people started opening comparing the two. praising sunoo for all his accomplishments while she always came close behind. perhaps it was the jealousy, but she did feel the hurt every time people would disregard her because number one always shined.

academics, extracurriculars, sports, even the small things like talents or chores, sunoo somehow always managed to outshine her. and so she started to drift away from him, opting to just silently distance herself from the guy than hurt him with the truth.

“peachy. nothing i’m not already used to.” she sighs as they pass by sunoo’s group. out of the corner of her eye she caught sunoo watching her walk out of the room with jungwon. but she brushed it off, not wanting to trigger her jealousy over the debate.

“just make up already.”

“there was never really a fight to begin with. what’s there to make up for won?” she breathes out as she shoves books into her locker. her brows knit as she meets jungwon’s judging stare. “look i don’t want to hear any more comparisons, okay? i’ll talk when i feel like talking.” she says with a slam of her locker door.

“touchy much—”

“y/l/n”

the two of you turn to see sunoo jogging toward you. “is your family still coming up to ours? my mom just wants to confirm.” he says, showing his phone screen to the girl. “o-oh, yeah, yeah, we are. kind of slipped my mind.”

“no worries . . . i’ll see you later I guess.” he says with a small smile before walking away. “okay, now you two have to talk, you can’t escape this.” sadly, jungwon was right.

in the past y/n was able to find an excuse out of family dinners or outings with sunoo’s family until her mom caught on when mrs. kim looked for her one time.

and so there they were, standing in front of sunoo’s house. “okay i want you both on your best behavior.” she reminds both y/n and her older brother, donghyuck. “oh i think this only applies to y/n and her best friend.”

“hyuck don’t provoke your sister, and y/n try not to kill your brother.”  their dad scolds as the door opens to sunoo. “hi, please come in, my parents will be out in a while.” He smiles as he ushers them all into the house.

“so how are you sun? my sister still the same annoying brat?” he jokes as he dodges a slap to his arm from the girl. unluckily enough, it did land on Sunoo.

“i-i’m sorry.” sunoo just nods at the girl’s silent apology. “it’s okay . . . actually, y/n–”

“ah you’re here! come in, let’s eat!” sunoo’s dad calls them into the dining room, cutting the guy off. sunoo lets out a small huff as y/n gives him an apologetic look before following her family.

dinner was fulfilling with both the smell of food and chatter filling the room.

“so, y/n, you’ve been quite busy lately. how are you? it’s really been a while.” sunoo’s mom beams at her. “doing well, just been busy with school and my other extracurriculars, apologies for missing out on the invites.” she adds, not wanting to be rude (or rather, to escape her mom’s looks she’s been shooting at her.)

“and you, sunoo? How are you? y/n rarely mentions you anymore, and you two used to be stuck by the hip when you were kids!” her mom laughs.

you look to sunoo, hoping he doesn’t mention anything of your distancing from him. the guy smiles, “i’m all good, we’re both just busy but we do still hang out at school. in fact we both headed our class’ debate today.”

“congrats, on your winning streak bro. better luck next time sis!” donghyuck teases as he pats y/n’s hair. “why didn’t you say anything sun? this can get you the position of debate club president!” sunoo’s dad says proudly with a slap to his son’s back.

“well, y/n also–”

“congratulations sun! maybe you can give y/n some tips next time. she applied for a competition outside the school.” her mom adds. as the room was filled with congratulations, it started to feel stuffy for the girl. this was exactly what she wanted to avoid.

‘might as well just say try to be more like him.’ she thinks to herself as she silently stands from the table, excusing herself. sunoo’s eyes follow the girl who leaves the room with her head down.

“excuse me for a bit.”

he must have gone around the whole house already, but y/n was nowhere to be seen. he steps out to find her seated on the curb with her earphones on. sunoo walks up to her and taps on her shoulder before taking a seat beside her.

“won’t they look for you?” y/n asks as she keeps her earphones. “won’t they look for you too?” he breathes out as he leans back, shifting his weight to the palms of his hands.

“why?”

“what do you mean why?”

“why’d you distance yourself from me? i was hurt because of that, more so when you started snapping at me in school.” sunoo says, hurt reflecting in his eyes. y/n takes a deep breath, looking away from sunoo in guilt.

“it didn’t matter at first, i was proud of everything you accomplished, i still am Sun . . . it’s just that with me always coming second . . . i was always at the receiving end of comparisons, and frankly . . .they’re not at all nice to hear.” sunoo’s brows furrow as it was the first time of him hearing about it. “and so you decided to just cut me out of your life?”

“i was jealous, okay?! i didn’t want to suddenly have an outburst one day and get mad at you . . .which now i see was clearly stupid and petty of me.” she says softly as she pulls in her legs to hug them.

it was quiet for a while until sunoo spoke. “i missed you, you know? and honestly, i hated the fact that people compared us a lot.” he breathes out a laugh.

“wanna hate on that fact together?” sunoo gives her a questioning look. “is this your way of saying you want to be friends again?” he laughs, ruffling the top of her hair.

“maybe yes, maybe no, really it’s up to your interpretation.” she smiles. sunoo nods before getting up and dusting himself off. he then reaches out his hand for the girl to take.

“sure, let’s hate together.”

🖇️. the realization

to see best friends turned competitors hanging out together definitely piqued the interest of their entire batch.

it started with choosing each other to be in the same group or as partners for tasks, to hanging out during breaks and even after school. they were stuck by the hip once again.

“when i said make up, i didn’t mean replace your best friend.” jungwon says bitterly as he eyes the two seated in front of him. “technically, I was the first.” jungwon rolls his eyes, to which sunoo just sticks his tongue out at.

“don’t worry, we still have dance training together won, which we’ll be late for if we don’t leave now.” y/n says as she gets up. “hey, one thing you’re good at that i’m not.” sunoo jokingly says as the two get ready to leave. “wow, thanks for pointing out mister pianist.”

“hey, technically you know how to play the piano too.”

“but who’s in the school orchestra playing the piano? exactly.” y/n says before the two take their leave. at the same time his other friends arrive in place. “so i see you’ve made a move on your competition.” niki says, wiggling one of his brows in a teasing manner.

sunoo rolls his eyes at niki as his other friend takes a seat beside him. “but seriously, are you?” heeseung asks in a more serious tone. he immediately knew what his friend was implying.

“it never went away to begin with, you know. but, i’m happy with where we are right now.” sunoo says. niki shakes his head while tsk-ing. “i mean, you never know, maybe behind all the jealousy and all, she might’ve missed you more than what you think.”

heeseung flicks his forehead. “dumbass, they literally just got back on track. is he really going to risk this second chance for that?” niki mocks the other when he finishes. “hey dude, at the end of the day, it’s kim’s decision. I know he’ll pick the right one.” he winks.

“quit it nishimura.”

and so there sunoo was, waiting for y/n to come out of the dance room. he looked around as people swarmed out, even the couch, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

“oh sun, i thought you went home?” jungwon says as he spots the other. “nah, i decided to wait for her.” jungwon gives a teasing smile as he looks him up and down.

“well i hope you aren’t too tired to wait. she insisted on staying behind to perfect her execution.” he says before taking his leave.

sunoo walks up to the door and peaks through its window. true enough, he saw y/n get up from resting on the ground and immediately started dancing, eyes solely focused on herself in the mirror.

he watches in admiration as his eyes transfixed on her movements, sharp and strong.

“. . . why does nishimura always have a grip on my decisions?”

🖇️. the confession

sunoo knocks on the door before walking into the room. through the mirror, y/n gives him a smile before stopping and jogging over to her phone to stop the music.

“what are you still doing here? It’s late already.” she tiredly breathes out. sunoo finds her water bottle near him and hands it over. “well, i thought you’d like some company going home. there are a lot of weirdos out at night you know.” he says sternly.

“sorry, i just needed to perfect my moves.”

“believe me, they already are. you’re amazing y/n.”

sunoo notices a blush spread across her cheeks, but he brushes it off, thinking it may just be from the adrenaline from dancing. “oh, you guys have a piano here?”

“y-yeah, uhm, they use it for ballet here.” y/n stutters, it’s a good thing sunoo doesn’t notice. she watches as he takes a seat. “hey, do you still remember your ballet moves?”

“it’s been so long now, and i’ve been really focused on hip hop.” sunoo just nods before he proceeds to play a piece from the swan lake. “seriously sun?”

the guy just smiles at her and nudges his head toward the dance floor, signaling for her to dance. with a chuckle and shake of her head, y/n moves toward the middle and starts to dance. surprisingly, she still does remember the moves.

sunoo watches with a wide smile on his face as she executes a series of pirouettes and jetes. she bursts into laughter as she misses a step and messes up the choreography as a whole.

she jogs over to sunoo and takes a seat in the space beside him, watching as his fingers dance across the keys of the piano. “hey sun? still remember how to play city of stars?”

“seriously? i mean, i do remember, but—”

“come on, it’s my favorite.” with a sigh, sunoo transitions to the song requested.

y/n closes her eyes as the sound of the piano fills the room. she missed it. she missed the times she found comfort in her best friend. she missed the comfortable silences they had. she missed sunoo.

sunoo turned to the girl who had a small smile on her face as she listened to the song. “y/n?” he gently calls out, still playing.

“hmm?”

“what if i told you i missed you . . . more than i should even do?”

y/n slowly opens her eyes and turns to sunoo, who was still focused on playing the piece. “wh-what do you mean sun?”

she catches his shoulders heave in a deep breath.

“the reason why i was really hurt when you cut me off . . . was because i liked you, y/n. and my feelings never really waived.” he was still playing, wanting to avoid y/n’s reaction.

suddenly the mood felt heavy. y/n’s eyes fixate on sunoo who has not yet looked at her. she was taken aback by the sudden confession.

because she once liked sunoo, but her jealousy overpowered that feeling to the point that she forgot. she was scared. she just got back her best friend, and although she wanted to try and revive the feeling, she wanted to try and build up their friendship more.

“i’m sorry sun . . . i’m going to need more time.”

the song started to slow, it was about to end.

“i’ve waited for you before, i can still wait for you now.”

by. atchi 🚬

#enhypen #kim sunoo #sunoo enhypen #sunoo x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic

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— psh. Take My Hand

The Confession Chronicles

park sunghoon x reader | wc: 3,590 | english | fluff |

a/n: may contain grammatical errors | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling | i don’t know much about ice skating so i’m sorry in advance :”>

🖇️. first encounter

summer, that time of the year when kids and teenagers run wild and free, leaving behind all burdens and worries behind to make the most out of their break.

some would find themselves at a beach, cooling themselves down from the heat. some would go out of the city, out of the country, wanting to experience new sights. some would stay home and laze around, taking the word “rest” into a literal sense.

now the word “rest”, especially during the summer, was a luxury for park sunghoon. summer was the time when students were free from their academic duties and responsibilities, and with more time to spare, sunghoon was able to fully focus on figure skating training.

sure he was able to beat the summer heat, though he did so while being stuck in an ice rink for about six hours (or more) to train for competitions, to win, to build his name.

for sunghoon, skating was a friend he’s known since he was a child. something that was once his sense of escape and enjoyment, but was now his whole future, the center of his life. sure it was lonely at times, being the only guy training, but he did enjoy gliding over the ice, dancing along to express his story.

“doing well as usual hoon, i smell champion at the next regionals.” sunghoon humbly smiles at his coach’s remark.

“thanks coach, couldn’t do it without you.” 

“you humble yourself too much kid. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

sunghoon gives his coach a bow as he skates off the rink. usually he would take this time to skate around the rink freestyle, just to get the stress of training out of his system. but since it was summer the arena was freely open to the public who wanted to cool off by skating.

he sits on one of the benches, a small smile forms across his lips as the rink gets filled by people, families, friends, even couples. it amuses sunghoon how much people enjoyed skating, whether or not they were good at it.

but one girl in particular caught his eye. he noticed how her legs were visibly shaking as she was gliding, well more of stepping, on the ice. his brows furrow as she fumbles, trying to avoid the other skaters who were zooming past her.

‘she’s gonna hurt herself at this rate.’ he thinks to himself as he takes to the ice, and just in time as another speeding skater zooms past her. sunghoon swiftly wraps an arm over her shoulder and holds onto her arm to stop her from falling.

“oh my . . . hayss i told them i didn’t want to go skating.” he chuckles as he hears the girl curse under her breath. “you should try holding on to one of the skate aides for the kids, you’ll hurt yourself.”

she suddenly pushes herself away from him, still shaking even while just standing on the ice. “i can take care of myself ,thank you very muAHH—ch . . . thank you.” her cheeks turn red as she clings onto sunghoon as another skater zooms past her.

“uh-huh . . . you know i can teach you a bit. my ride doesn’t come for a while.” he suggests, half hoping she would agree. he watches as the girl turns to a group of teenagers their age skating in the middle of the rink, probably her friends who looked too busy to notice their friend.

with a heavy sigh she breathes out a “yes”.

“take my hand.”

“what?!” the girl feels her whole face heat up to which sunghoon laughs at. “what? you’ll hold on to the air around you while learning?” he jokes, earning himself a soft punch from the girl.

“very funny of you . . .”

“sunghoon, park sunghoon. and you are?”

“y/n, y/f/n”

sunghoon reaches out his hand again. “ready to skate y/f/n?”  y/n couldn’t help but smile at the guy’s eagerness, finding it cute.

“not like i have a choice do i?”

🖇️. the realization

and as they always say, all things must come to an end. much to every student’s enjoyment, summer has finally come to an end.

y/n grimly looks up at the building in front of her. “come on it’s the first day, lighten up will you?” her friend jake nudges her, to which she gives a forced smile at.

“wow you’re a perky character . . . hey, what's going on? why’s everyone running?”  jake looks around as their schoolmates start to gather around, running frantically around the area.

“hey!” y/n scolds as someone forcefully bumps into her shoulder. as more students gather she and jake are separated. “jake?! fuck! oh my— i’m so sorry!” she says as she bumps into another student.

“wow, even off the ice you still find it hard to balance yourself.”

her eyes widen as she hears a familiar chuckle. a chuckle she only heard once, but stuck to her the whole summer.

“it’s good to see you again y/n.” he smiles, to which the girls around the area squealed or swooned at. over the summer y/n learned that the guy who taught her to skate, the guy currently standing in front of her, was park sunghoon, the country’s youngest rising figure skater.

“sunghoon?! what are you doing here . . . and why are you wearing our uniform?!” she rambles on, forgetting about the crowd around them.

“listen, i’d love to chat, but could you possibly help me find this room first?” he says, pointing to his class registration papers. “oh, you’re with me . . . take my hand.”

“i’m sorry?”

“just . . . take my hand will you?” sunghoon did as told and was surprised as the girl pulled him as she ran, taking him away from the crowd. when they finally outran almost all of the school population, she finally halts to a stop.

“sorry for the rush, just thought you’d want your first day to be less crowded.” she laughs breathily, still trying to catch her breath. sunghoon couldn’t help but stare in awe at the girl who just saved him, for a lack of a better term. “thanks, new friend.”

sunghoon laughs as the girl quirks a brow at him. “new friend? . . . with you? . . . and that crowd? bruh, you’re gonna get me an instant beating from the whole female population of this school.” she cries.

“fine, fine, acquaintance then?”

“hmmm”

“stranger?”

“much better” she smiles. “okay then, strangers it is.” sunghoon rolls his eyes.

but as time passed over the past few months, y/n learned that sunghoon didn’t quite grasp the concept of being “strangers”. if y/n could have a penny for every single time she came across a pissed off or jealous student, she’d be rich at the moment.

“hey y/n wait up!” the girl takes in a sharp breath as she hears sunghoon’s voice call out to her in the hallway. and as always, whispers rose and she started to get looks. “damn, hoon really got all the girls here hating on you.” jake jokes, earning a glare from the girl.

“hey jake!”

“ayo hoon, the bane of y/n’s existence, and the highlight of my day!” jake says as he exchanges a fistbump with the guy.

y/n was about to open her mouth when she overheard what the other girls around were whispering.

“such a pick me girl for befriending hoon.”

“she’s not even that special?”

“what’s up with the act? acting all tough to date him?!”

“for your information, if anything, I’m the bother to her. weren’t you told it’s bad to bark if you don’t know anything?” y/n stifles a laugh as the group of girls near them displayed shocked and disgusted looks on their faces.

jake scoffs as the girls leave. “seriously, do they have nothing better to do?” he shakes his head.

when the hate train started y/n did admit that she felt as if she’d gotten low blows to the gut every time she’d hear something bad about her. but each time he would be there, and each time, though she never really said it out loud, she was grateful for sunghoon’s help.

she remembers the time when one of their schoolmates was about to purposely spill chocolate milk over her uniform during lunch, but sunghoon was quick to block their way, instead dirtying his uniform.

she also remembers when hoon would intercept all the hate notes she got. grabbing the notes from her hands before she could read them, and once getting caught breaking into her locker to throw away the ones inserted in.

“see she’s not even listening, even after you saved her ass for how many times already.”

y/n was brought back to reality as sunghoon and jake laughed. “i’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

sunghoon laughs, “i was asking if you wanted to go home together. jake has football practice so he can’t.” y/n raises a questioning brow at her best friend, knowing that he wasn’t scheduled for practice that day. but before she could say anything, the guy was already pushing her toward sunghoon.

“yeah last minute so why don’t you have fun you two.” jake shoos them away with a wink.

and so there they were at the school’s gates, but before y/n could turn toward her usual route, she was pulled by the backpack. “uhm, sunghoon? this is my way home, remember?”

sunghoon gives her a boyish smile. “i know this is last minute, but i was wondering if we could take a short detour . . . don’t worry, i already asked your mom.” y/n gulped, wondering running her mind over what the guy had planned.

“come on? we don’t want to keep you out too late.” he says, extending his hand out for her.

throughout the commute, y/n couldn’t help but wrack her brain over where they were headed to that they needed to take a taxi and a bus ride. but every time she tried asking, sunghoon would just laugh and joke around that she didn’t trust him.

when they finally arrived at their destination, a groan was the first thing that came from the girl. “the ice rink? come on bro, i skated one time and never had since that day.”

but sunghoon ignores her, instead pulling her into the arena. “uhm . . . sunghoon, we’re the only one’s here, is this allowed?”

sunghoon raises a card to her face but quickly keeps it before y/n could see what was written on it. “perks of an athlete, now come on!” sunghoon suddenly lets go of her hand and runs up the stairs to the last row of seats in the arena.

“hey wait up!” when she finally reaches the top to an out of breath yet still smiling sunghoon, she throws him a weak punch to the shoulder. “give me a heads up next time will you . . . woah . . . you can see everything from up here.”

y/n’s eyes marvel over the view. standing in the last row allowed her to get a clear and full view of the rink as well as the reflecting effect brought by the lights from above.

“i’ll be skating over this rink again soon you know.” y/n’s view was then blocked by the same card sunghoon showed her a while ago. she then realized that it was his competitor’s id.

“what?! O=oh my gosh congrats hoon!” she throws herself onto the guy, giving him a hug. sunghoon felt his cheeks heat up, but quickly pats her back to reciprocate. “thanks y/n, it means a lot.”

“wait so when does your training start?”

“about that . . . i’ll be taking a leave of absence from school for a while to focus on training.”

“oh . . . when?”

“starting tomorrow”

a small ‘o’ formed in y/n’s mouth, realizing how soon she would not be able to see the guy. she knew how time consuming training was for athletes, take jake for example who had to stay behind after school hours. “what’s with the frown? i’ll be back anyways.” she blushes as the guy teases.

“i’m not! but hey . . . i mean i’ll miss having you around— IN A PLATONIC SENSE! like i mean to fend off those girls from school, NOT THAT I CAN’T DO IT MYSELF, i’m rambling aren’t i?”

sunghoon chuckles as he ruffles the top of y/n’s hair. “you and jake can drop by here after school, but i can’t promise i’ll have time to hang with you guys.”

y/n shakes her head. “no worries, you got to get your head in the game anyways . . . just come home a winner to make up for it.” she jokes.

“that i can do . . . and yes, i’ll miss being around you too.”

sunghoon’s last words resonated in y/n’s mind. she didn’t have time to react or clarify because his coach arrived the same time her mom came to pick her up.

it’s been a week since she last saw the guy. she never found the time to visit him in the arena as she was equally busy with school work, and every time they talked online, it would be short and quick to not keep him from training.

as she hears the muffled sound of her name being called out, she was brought back to reality. “hey y/n!” her eyes widen as she watches jake running after the bus from the window. “oh shit i didn’t go down!”

“sorry miss, we’re on a tight schedule this morning.” she mentally curses at herself upon hearing the bus driver.

with a huff she sits back down, wondering how else she was going to get to school. but her wondering didn’t last long as she saw the next stop the bus was heading to.

‘well, might as well go since i’m headed there.’

true enough, y/n was able to enter the arena along with other audiences and guardians of the athletes. she quickly headed to the last row, not wanting to grab any attention to herself as she was in school uniform. “let’s hope they can’t see me from here.” she mumbles to herself as she takes a seat.

she smiles as her eyes land on a familiar figure gliding over the ice. “woah he’s really good.” she muses as sunghoon jumps into a spin, and for the whole time, her eyes never left him.

she notices the lightness and grace in his movements, similar to how he moved around in real life, as if he were a prince. suddenly, sunghoon falls on his arm onto the ice after landing the wrong way.

“shit!” she curses out loud, making some of the people around turn her way, including sunghoon. y/n quickly pulls her hoodie down her face and ducks before quickly shuffling out of the arena.

“that was close, shit i hope he didn’t see me!”

sunghoon groans as he feels the ache all over his body. “hey that was a pretty bad fall bro, you good?” jisung, another competitor and his friend, worriedly asks.

sunghoon moves his arm around, there was pain, but still bearable, especially since he saw y/n today. “all good, nothing i haven’t gone through before.”

the guy gives him a pat on his back. “nothing gets past ‘the’ park sunghoon. hey did you hear the girl who cursed when you fell? do you know her?”

sunghoon smiles as he puts his skates back on. “that’s y/n.”

“wait, y/n? as in—”

“yupp, guess she didn’t want to let me know she was here today. suddenly got too excited too and i landed on the wrong foot.” jisung suddenly threw playful punches at his friend. “congrats bro! imagine bringing that champion title back to your girlfriend!”

“well, she’s not my girlfriend Jj.”

jisung shakes his head. “hard to believe, you’ve been talking about her all summer, and then you also kept talking about school stories with her, and you mean to tell me that you haven’t made a move yet?”

the guy rolls his eyes as sunghoon nods his head.

“you gotta say something bro, you’re whipped, and by the looks of it, i think she is too.”

as sunghoon lay in his bed he repeated jisung’s words. “i should . . . but what are the chances she feels the same?”

he then turns to a framed photo of him, y/n, and jake, a gift the two gave him before he started training. he feels his heart beat faster as his eyes land on the smiling girl in between.

“but it’s better to take the chance than to take none at all.”

🖇️. the confession

y/n was nervous, well it was an understatement to how she was actually feeling, even though she wasn’t performing.

true to his word, sunghoon got her and jake front row seats to watch the competition.

“okay you gotta stop worrying, hoon’s got this, and sorry to burst your bubble but you aren’t part of the lineup.” y/n mutters a quick apology as the lights dimmed, signalling the start of the competition.

she had to admit that all the skaters were good, too good, making her worried about sunghoon. ‘trust him y/n, he’s got this.’

“next on the ice is the national ice prince, park sunghoon.”

y/n sat back up as the arena burst into cheers, looked like they had their favorite. as the song began and sunghoon began, y/n was pulled in, as if it were just him and her in the rink and no one else.

then came the part where he had to jump, the part she remembered he fell at. “come on hoon, you got this!” she mutters to herself, earning a weirded out look from her friend.

she cheers along with the crowd as he nails his landing and twirls to end his performance. as he starts to bow their eyes meet. sunghoon gives her a cheeky smile as she mouths him a “congratulations”.

it was finally awarding time and all skaters were lined up on the ice, standing side by side. when it was time for the top three to be announced, y/n prayed hard, hoping sunghoon would make it in.

“congratulations silver medalist . . . park isung!”

jake laughs as her excited expression falters. “the wrong park girl.”

the lights dimmed once again as it was time to announce the champion of the competition.

“and for the grand champion . . . congratulations gold medalist . . . park sunghoon!”

a wide smile spreads across y/n’s face upon hearing sunghoon’s name. she laughs as his skater friends as they crowd around to hug him.

as sunghoon takes his stand on the platform, they once again meet eyes. y/n’s heart flutters as he lifts his medal and points toward her.

“really, that medal was all because of me.”

“yeah, yeah, congratulations to you too sim.”

for the nth time y/n checked the time on her phone. it had been a while since the event ended and only a few people were left around the area. jake had to take off because of another family event.

“gosh where is he? it’s getting late.”

y/n looks around but there is no sign of sunghoon anywhere, but her eyes do land on another park she was familiar with.

“hi, uhm, i’m a friend of sunghoon’s, may i ask where he is?” jisung smiles before he nods his head toward the arena.

“he should still be in there, go right ahead.” he says with a cute eye smile before taking his leave.

y/nfurrows her brows as she is met with an empty and dimmed arena. “there’s no one here—OH!” she shields her eyes as a spotlight suddenly shines brightly onto the ice, and there was sunghoon, standing in the middle.

“there’s the champion!”

“wait!” sunghoon stops her before she could come any closer. “i have one last performance to show for tonight . . . just for you.” y/n watches as sunghoon takes a deep breath before gliding over the ice.

she worries as he moved more quickly compared to when he was performing. he finally skidded to a stop in front of y/n. he jumped over the barrier and busied himself as he removed his skates.

“shm sunghoon—”

“take my hand, y/n.”sShe shakily takes the guy’s hand before he guides her back to the top row of the arena. she looked over the ice and what she saw almost made her want to tear up from the overwhelming feeling.

there she saw a heart drawn on the ice with her initials also drawn in the middle.

“i know i may have really come off as annoying to you . . . but that was because . . .” sunghoon gently turns y/n to face him. “i like you, y/n.”

y/n tightened her grip on sunghoon’s hand which still held her’s, afraid that she would literally fall down from the butterflies she felt in her stomach.

“you really wanna go out with a girl who knows little to nothing about skating?”

she laughs as sunghoon pouts, thinking. “well, if she agrees, i’ll be willing to teach her what i know. but i can’t force her if she continues to be stubborn. kidding!” sunghoon adds as y/n rolls her eyes.

“i’m willing to learn if that's gonna make you happy, hoon. see i can be open to learning new things!” she sticks out her tongue. “okay let’s start—”

“what?!”

“let’s start going out, you gotta let me finish first babe.”

“. . . smooth park, real smooth.”

by. atchi 🚬

#enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 7

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. 1 month later

if the jaemin before would take a look at the jaemin now, he wouldn't believe that he was a happier and brighter person now. the change did shock some of his friends, especially when he started out smiling at them with a whole set of teeth. but nonetheless, they were glad to see that he was finally opening up more.

for the first time since he started college, he finally agreed to do an interview for the school paper as chairperson of the university’s honor’s society. he even finds himself smiling at the student journalist interviewing him who looked like he needed one. after a short weird look, he thankfully shoots him a small smile back.

“hi, i’m lee donghyuck, reporting staffer of the SMU press.” he smiles, extending an arm while giving him a look which jaemin couldn’t really point out. “na jaemin, chair of SMU hon soc…i’m sorry, is there something on my face?” he chuckles, nervously patting on his face.

hhyuck shakes his head. “i’m sorry, you just look like someone i think i know, sorry, shall we begin?”

“no worries, we can start.”

thankfully the interview goes smoothly, jaemin even manages to slip in a few jokes, to which the interviewer found entertaining. 

“and that ends our interview jaemin, thank you, and sorry if i was a bit shaky with some parts, this is my first interview

“i didn’t even notice, don’t worry.” jaemin gives hyuck an assuring smile before they start to gather their things.

jaemin clicks his tongue as he sees multiple missed calls and messages from his friends, mostly jeno. he opened the phone to call him back, and suddenly he hears the interviewer’s phone ring as well.

“sorry, i’ll just step out to…” hyuck finds himself trailing off as he sees the incoming call coming from y/n’s phone, he found it the night she was supposed to go on her date with the person currently calling her number.

with a shaky breath, he picks up the call.

“i said i'd call you when i finished, anyway where should i catch up with you guys…hello? jen, i can hear you breathing over the….hey, are you okay donghyuck?” jaemin asks the guy who was now staring at him with wide eyes..

he watches as hyuck shakily removes the phone from his ear, looking at the called id before putting it on speaker phone.

“jen, i’m going to have to—”

“y-you’re….anon love?”

jaemin felt his heart drop at the familiar name. he finally checks the caller id on his phone and sees he accidentally called y/n’s phone, or so he thought.

“i–”

“do you think this is funny?! catfishing?! toying with a person’s emotions just for the fun of it?! disgusting….i hope you’re happy with what you’ve done….you can add that to the report when you write it.” jaemin goes off on hyuck who now had tears streaming down his face.

jaemin watches in confusion as the guy silently taps and scrolls through the phone before showing a picture to him. jaemin’s breath hitches as he sees hyuck smiling with a girl beside him….his anonnying girl.

“what….i-i don’t—”

hyuck laughs weakly before giving jaemin a small smile. “her name’s y/n….so you’re her anonymous lover haha.” he sniffles, but with his heightened emotions and utter confusion, jaemin didn’t have enough patience and just wanted answers.

“i-i don’t understand, who are you?! why do you have her phone….where is she i-is she okay?!”

and that pushes hyuck past his breaking point as more tears stream down his face. jaemin opens up one of the water bottles prepared for them along with a tissue and hands it to him, feeling sorry for his state.

he waits for hyuck to calm down (and himself too) before finally talking.

“donghyuck, what happened, where is she?’

hyuck gives him a small smile, and what jaemin hears almost instantly sucks the life out of him.

“on the night you two were supposed to meet…she unfortunately…was met with an accident out at night….she didn’t make it.” he says weakly. 

“i’m sorry you had to hear about it this way….and this late, i really wasn’t in the best state over the past two months….which is why you’re my first interview.” hyuck weakly laughs. 

jaemin felt like he was hit with a truckload of information, probably not a good metaphor given the situation. he was just talking with her that night, she was just joking around like her usual self, they were both excited to finally see each other.

but it seemed like fate didn’t want them to find each other in the end.

“she really liked you, you know?”

jaemin finally looked at the guy beside him.

“you were her safety net, you were her assurance….she was always hesitant to be herself around others, thought of herself as a turn off…so you talking to her really made her happy….so thank you jaemin.” 

“thank you donghyuck…thanks for uhm…telling me.” jaemin chokes up. “you can call me hyuck, and well, i really do have to get used to her being…away….” he suddenly pulls out a piece of paper and quickly scribbles something on it.

“in case you wanna….finally meet her.”

jaemin hesitantly reaches out for the paper before giving him a silent ‘thank you’. 

and so there he was, standing under a large tree with a lone headstone on the ground. 

“y/f/n….after two months we finally meet anonnying girl….i’m na jaemin, or  anon love as you know.” jaemin weakly laughs. 

despite being alone up there, it felt peaceful, there was just enough shade so y/n’s place of rest had just enough sunshine. he crouches down to brush off a few brown leaves around her area before setting down a bouquet of buckwheat flowers he bought on the way.

“i never asked what flowers you liked…or if you did like flowers, but i brought buckwheat symbolizing youth, eternal love….and memory.”

jaemin takes a deep breath, trying to keep it together. he moves to sit beside the  headstone, wanting to keep the girl company for a while. he starts talking about small things from what he did today, what he ate. then eventually starts sharing anecdotes over the past two months.

“hey, you know, i accidentally went off on your friend today when i saw him holding your phone, i’m sorry….and i think i gotta apologize to him too.” he laughs as if he were talking to y/n in person.

he’s suddenly brought back to reality when a message notification from jeno asking where he was appears. “well, that’s my cue to go…it was really nice to meet you y/n…even if it was a bit unconventional…”

an idea suddenly popped up in jaemin’s head and he immediately pulls out his phone.

🖇️. chat 15: jaemin's pov

jaemin chuckles as he receives hyuck’s reply. 

before getting into his car he takes one last look at y/n’s place of rest with a smile on his face. 

“annoying how we met again in an unconventional way….i'll be back soon.”

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 6

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

narration

a week passed since that night, and still no messages from the girl. much to his friends’ delight, jaemin was back to his old self, but this time, twice as snarky and grumpy.

jeno had to apologize for his friend on multiple occasions for his snarkiness, one time he even had to step in between jaemin and another one of their blockmates after he accidentally spilled his drink on jaemin’s clothes.

“get your friend’s shit together, or i will.” he threatens before forcefully bumping into jaemin’s shoulder as he passes them.

“ayo what the heck dude! are you begging to get beaten up by half our block’s population?!” jeno pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “i think you got too comfortable with the jaemin from a month ago, this is how i’ve been for the 22 years i’ve been alive.” jaemin says indifferently. 

jeno takes in a sharp breath, trying to push away any feelings of wanting to literally knock some sense into his friend. “just talk to her, Jaem…i mean, don’t you even wanna hear out her reason?!”

“if you don’t want to do something, you’d find a hundred reasons to get out of doing it. familiar with the saying?” jaemin was about to walk away when jeno pushes him back to his spot.

“you’re being unfair. i get ditching you was a shitty move, but at least try to ask why…it’s obvious you’re hurting. do you know how many times i’ve caught you staring at your phone just today?!”

jaemin feels himself heat up, half in anger and annoyance at his friend for being right, and the other half, at himself for not being able to lower his pride. it was late and raining hard, she might have had trouble finding a ride and lost battery and signal to give him a heads up. but jaemin also didn’t want to give himself false hope given the fact that she hasn’t messaged him in a week.

“is there something wrong with me?”

“hmm? did someone say something because i—”

“no jen….” jaemin interjects before his friend could go into full rage mode. “i mean…i know i’m not really the sweet and caring type…but am i really not capable of having a shot at happiness?” jaemin rolls his eyes as jeno looks at him like he was some lost puppy.

“jaemin, everyone deserves to be happy…at times, we’re the ones in the way of our own happiness so jaem…” jeno grabs jaemin’s phone from his pocket and opens his chat with y/n before handing it back. “let yourself be happy. and if it doesn't work, at least you can say you were happy for just a moment and there is something much better out there for you.” 

jaemin shoots his friend a small smile and takes a deep breath before finally typing.

🖇️. chat 14: jaemin’s pov

narration

“it’s night now, still no answer?”

aA smile appears on jaemin’s face when he opens up his lockscreen to see an empty notification bar.

“you okay jaem?”

“it’ll pass…it felt good to be happy for once, even if it was just a short while.”

“you’ll find it again jaem, i just know it.”

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 5

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 10: y/n’s pov (d1)

narration

and so there jaemin and jeno were, going outfit by outfit, trying to make sure Jjaemin looked his best, and was still warm. “you could’ve just went on a sunday morning date like normal people so you’d wear better clothes.” jeno grumbles as he goes through jaemin’s closet once again.

“where’s the guy who was excited for me to finally go on a date for the first time in my life.” jaemin throws an arm over his best friend, giving him a smug smile. jeno just mimics before finally pulling out a plain white shirt, black slacks with ‘lofi’ printed on the side, and a checkered cardigan.

“there, comfy, warm, yet screams boyfriend potential. you can wear your checkered vans too.” 

when jaemin comes out of the bathroom, jeno finds himself whistling at his friend’s appearance. “damn…if you dressed like this everyday you’d instantly be campus crush. liking the hair too jaem, great job, you’ll definitely get her.” jeno says, giving his best friend a fist bump.

jaemin looks at himself in their full-length mirror. he smiles as he sees himself, dressed up, hair perfectly parted showing just enough of his forehead, and more importantly, he looked happy and excited. and that alone gave him confidence in their date tonight.

“it’s 8 pm, are you sure she said she’ll just meet you there?”

“yeah, she hasn’t messaged yet. she might still be doing the interview.”

jaemin quirks a brow as he notices Jeno still looking over at him. “what? did i forget something?”

“i just can’t believe i needed to be a cold person to land myself in a relationship.”

“oh shut up lee.”

meanwhile back at the university, y/n found herself restlessly bouncing her leg, half nervous for her date, which she was sure she was now late for. and the other half, was for her wanting to get the interview over and done with. 

“last question, because i feel sorry for your date and i just want you to stop shaking the table.” she immediately stops as hyuck smiles with her through gritted teeth. 

“what advice would you give to students who have a hard time coping or can burn out easily?”

“rest. that would be my best advice. take breaks when you have to. burning yourself out is not healthy and can lead to stress and anxiety, i should know.” she chuckles.

“you don’t have to go on a grand vacation or anything. you can find rest in sleep, a hobby, or even a person. it’s okay to feel burned out, but you need to give yourself time to rest so you can get back on track and be ready to face much more.” haechan smiles at y/n as she finishes her piece.

“thank you so much for your time and apologies for doing this interview so late. might i add you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” hyuck winks at his friend. “thanks, i have a date.” she laughs, making him roll his eyes.

suddenly, a pitter-patter was heard, slowly turning into loud beating around. “oh no, now i left him  in the rain!”

“well message him!”

y/n worriedly pulls out her phone, hoping the guy was still safe and dry, and more importantly, not annoyed at her tardiness. and just as she opened the screen, a message from him popped up.

🖇️. chat 11: y/n’s pov

y/n’s pov

“i’ll head out now hyuck okay?”

“okay, are you sure you have an umbrella?!”

y/n pulls out a foldable umbrella she keeps in her bag for emergencies. “good, good. good luck and stay safe on the way okay?! TEXT ME THE DEETS WHEN YOU GET HOME!!!” He shouts as y/n dashes out of the room.

she was now waiting for her booked car service to arrive and was about to message jaemin when she realized she didn’t have her phone.

“shit! it must have fell while i was running!”

there weren’t many cars on the road and the ride might arrive at any moment so she decided to make a run for it, when suddenly,

everything turned dark.

🖇️. chat 12: y/n’s pov

narration

“oh, you’re home earlier than I thought…woah you okay jaem? you look pale?”

jeno immediately stands from the couch, dropping his bowl of popcorn on the floor, as he sees a tired looking jaemin with dripping wet clothes and flushed cheeks weakly standing by the door.

“did you wet yourself in the rain?! wait how about the date–OH SHIT JAEMIN!” jeno runs to his friend as he falls onto the floor. “you’re burning up jaem!” jeno panics as his hand comes in contact with his friend’s face.

🖇️. chat 13: y/n’s pov

narration

jaemin takes in a sharp breath as his eyes are met with a bright white fluorescent light above him. he slowly tries, well rather, forces to push himself up but his aching body goes against him.

“oh shit jaem you’re awake now!”

“w-where am i?” 

“i took you to the hospital earlier in the morning, dude you fainted and you were burning up!” jeno says as he helps the guy slowly sit up. “i even texted your date, but still no reply and it’s night now.”

and suddenly, memories of the night before came back to jaemin. him waiting for hours, partly in the rain because the theater was closing up, hoping that a girl who might have ghosted him would come.

“she didn’t come.”

"what?”

“She didn’t even bother to message.”

“wha…oh…i’m sorry jaem.” jeno rubs his back in an attempt to comfort him. jaemin was never one to pressure someone into sacrificing their time for him. but he did admit that he was hurt being ditched and left alone late at night in the rain, with not so much as an update from someone whom he looked forward to finally meeting.

but could it be that it was just one sided?

“i knew this was too good to be true.”

“jaem, don’t say that.

“no answer until now right?”

“jaemin—”

“you should call the doctor in jeno, he might want to check on his patient.”

🖇️. to be continued . . .

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 4

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 8: y/n’s pov

🖇️. chat 9: jaemin’s pov (d3)

🖇️. to be continued . . .

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 3

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 6: y/n’s pov

jaemin’s pov

“okay it’s confirmed. you are whipped my dude.”  jaemin pushes away jeno’s face from his phone. “come on, you literally just ran all the way to the polsci building on the other side of this huge ass campus to deliver a drink to a girl, WHO, may i remind you, you DON’T HAVE A NAME OF!” jaemin shoots an apology over at the students passing by for his best friend’s loudness.

“if i say i may be starting to have a soft spot for the annoying girl will you shut the hell up?!” jeno excitedly nods and lets out a muffled yes under jaemin’s clasped hand over his mouth. when jaemin removes his hand, he is suddenly pulled into a headlock by jeno.

“my best friend’s finally getting a love life!” he says while messing up his hair. “as if you’ve had one too!” jaemin shoots, getting jeno to let go of him. “wow, you got a potential love life and suddenly slam me, not cool!”

“don’t get your hopes up too high jen.”

“look, I’m saying just give it a shot. she’s got you smiling a lot now, and frankly, i really like this perkier version of you now.”

jeno was right, and the girl did need to get credit for making jaemin’s mood. before he met her, he’d just been an average joe, keeping to himself and really just avoiding things that would involve him having to exert too much of his time, effort, and emotions.

and being well known and one of the faces of his department didn’t really help his case. he was always annoyed with sudden confessions and blind dates set up by his friends when he could just be focusing on his studies.

it’s only been about two weeks but talking with the girl made him smile more than he has over the year. maybe even his whole life. even his friends started to point out how he would be smiling on his phone a lot as if it were an addiction.

well, maybe he was starting to get addicted to talking to the one person brave enough to show her crazy side despite talking to a stranger. 

but then again, it’s only been two weeks. was he really going to risk trying to show his feelings over the short time they’ve known each other? the time period when they didn’t talk made jaemin miss her, they don’t really know each other in person so how long would they still keep their conversations going? they’re bound to run out of things to talk about at some point. and frankly, he wasn’t an interesting enough person to push for a long conversation.

“you’re overthinking again huh?”

jaemin was brought back to reality when jeno sighs, he didn’t even realize he was caught up in his thoughts.

“look….maybe let hell week and exams pass over and you can ask her out after? you know, when you’re both free and need a break and all.”

“....for once, you gave me a great idea jen.”

“you’re most welcome jaem….wait, WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR ONCE?!”

🖇️. chat 7: jaemin’s pov

y/n’s pov

“HYUCKIEEEEEE”

“STOP SHAKING ME! WHAT IS IT?!”

“I GOT ASKED OUT ON A DATE BY MY ANON LOVE!!!”

“WAIT FOR REAL?!”

“WELL, TECHNICALLY AFTER EXAMS BUT STILL! WE HAVE A CHANCE HYUCK MY BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD!”

hyuck rolls his eyes and gives in to hug the girl. he gave himself a mental note to kick the guy’s ass when they first meet for the trauma he got over the past two weeks.

“and you know, it’s a good thing too. a little pick me up after the stress from hell week….so i don’t meet him for another two weeks….HYUCK THAT’S TOO LONG—”

the guy clasps a hand over her mouth, giving a silent apology to the students around the area. “you managed to survive two weeks just chatting with him. i think you can go another two y/n.”  he says as he removes his hand from the now pouting girl.

“you’re right, i’ll just make it my motivation.”

“that’s the spirit!”

but things were easier said than done as over the next two weeks, y/n found herself absent-mindedly heading for the direction going to the med school building. the two still talked, they even talked about the things they wanted to hopefully do when they first met, but the thought of the days dragging before their meeting date, along with the influx of requirements to do, made the girl crazy.

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 2

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 4: y/n’s pov

jaemin’s pov

three days have passed, and within those three days, jaemin found himself unknowingly checking his phone in case y/n suddenly messaged him. 

ever since she said she was busy, her messages started to become shorter and shorter. He did understand, given the heavy workload university students have. and he did, initially, not want to further push their interactions.

but overtime, he found himself unknowingly looking forward to the pickup lines she sent, which, he would never admit, did give him a pick-me-up for the day. “you know you can just message her right?” jeno says without looking at him, already sensing his best friend's not-so-subtle feeling of absence.

“i’m not the type to chat first if it’s not important.” jaemin puts his phone face down on the table in front of them. “and besides, she said she was busy.”

“sounds like you miss her.”

“don’t push it lee.”

“but then again, it is project season for us all so it’d be understandable. i hope you get through the drought.” jeno jokes before focusing his attention back at the show he was watching.

‘i hope she isn’t burning herself out….wait, why am i even being this concerned over her….but then again it’d be rude not to be….’

jaemin manages to shock jeno when he drops his head into his hands with an audible ‘slap’. “you okay dude? do you need to go to a hospital?! shit!” jeno suddenly stands in worry, only for jaemin to pull him back down. “calm your ass, it’s just an assignment i forgot to turn in.”

jeno narrows his eyes at his friend’s excuse as he watches him reach for his phone “discreetly”. jaemin was never the type to forget deadlines. never. and so he just nods and watches suspiciously as jaemin excuses himself to go to his room.

it’s been over ten minutes now and jaemin’s been wracking his brain over one message he wanted to send to y/n. he’s been repeatedly typing and erasing his messages, overthinking its meaning and her possible reaction.

in the end, he groans in frustration, finally hitting send on the last message he type, which he immediately regrets in an instant.

“shit!....SHIT!”

his heart drops when he sees the receiver typing bubble appear.

🖇️. chat 5: jaemin’s pov

y/n’s pov

“and what’s got you smiling while writing a report on….sheesh i don’t even want to read it and i’m a journalism major!” hyuck shudders at the open document on y/n’s screen.

“he…h-he checked up on me hyuckie!” y/n cries into her friend’s shoulder. “congrats girl! now quit punching me!” he whines as he pushes her back into her seat. “and good timing too, you’ve been working on your hell week projects nonstop for the past few days.”

y/n looks at herself and the mirror and sighs at the sight of her oily skin, dry hair, and dark circles under her eyes. definitely not an image she wanted to show to her anon love.

“well, i'm almost done and i’ll finally rest after. i still have morning classes tomorrow.” she stretches before typing away on her laptop.

the next day y/n walks into her classroom to find a starbucks drink on her table. with a confused look, she examines the drink, although its strawberry scent wafted through her nostrils, she was still wary of the suspicious drink on her table. 

“someone dropped it off a few minutes ago, he didn’t give a name, just said give it to the polsci student who likes pickup lines.” renjun, her classmate, chuckles before heading to his seat.

y/n felt her cheeks heat up from the gesture so she pulls out her phone.

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 1

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 1: jaemin’s pov

jaemin’s pov

with an annoyed sigh, jaemin shoves his phone back into his pocket. “what’s got you pressed, as always.” asks his best friend, jeno, whom he shoots a glare at for his remark. “fine, what’s got you slightly less ecstatic than usual?” jeno felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand when jaemin gives him a cold stare.

“which desperate girl did you give my number to this time?”

“despera…hey! i stopped giving your number after you threatened to punch a hole into my monitor!” jaemin fishes his phone out of his pocket, opening the chat before shoving it into jeno’s face. his eyebrows furrow as he only gets a hearty laugh from his friend.

“look, i’ve only ever given you numbers of girls i know….and as far as i know, none of them type like that or know how to drop a pickup line.” jeno teasingly wags a brow. “i guess i’ll just report it then. it might be a scammer.”

jaemin was about to hit on the block and report icon when jeno grabs the phone in his hands. “hey! what are you—WHAT DID YOU SEND?!”

“look, you’ll thank me later when you and your anon love put a label on it.” jaemin grits his teeth, trying to push down the strong urge to jump at his friend. just then, the notification ping goes off.

🖇️. chat 2: y/n’s pov

y/n’s pov

“it’s been hours and he still hasn’t blocked me.” y/n beams. donghyuck, her best friend, peeks over her screen. “but he has left you on read for the past…3 hours. ouch—OUCH!” he winces, caressing the side of his arm y/n pinched.

“we gotta look at the brighter side of things, hyuckie. this random number on this tissue might just be the one.” y/n raises up the stained tissue she picked up on her way to school that morning. hyuck shoots her a disgusted look. “you got that idea…from a dirty tissue you found on the ground?” he points at it.

“hey, he did say he was also in uni. we never know, we might be closer than you think.”

hyuck rolls his eyes, but laughs at his friend’s excitement, and slight delusion, over a possible love life. “just make sure he isn’t some creepy weirdo who asks for feet pics—OW! IT WAS A JOKE!”

🖇️. chat 3: jaemin’s pov

jaemin’s pov

“see, you haven’t blocked her yet. and damn…do you still really wanna block her?!” jaemin furrows his brows in annoyance as jeno moves in to take a closer look at the girl’s picture. he pushes jeno away, making the guy almost fall off his seat. “selfish ass…but i gotta respect you bro.” he raises his fist for a fist bump, only to give himself one as jaemin ignores him.

while jeno busied himself with his own laptop, jaemin discreetly set up the girl’s contact profile. unknowingly, a small smile forms on his face as he sets her name to “anonnying girl”.

“anonnying girl…witty, but also bland. how very jaemin of you.”

“oh shut up lee!”

🖇️. narration

a week

a week since jaemin met an annoying girl who blew up his messages.

and a week since y/n found a potential cold-type significant other, or a delusion, as hyuck and jaemin would like to call,

while y/n always started their conversations with a pickup line or an emoji to describe how she was feeling at the moment. jaemin was always the cold, yet mannerly type of texter.

admittedly, jaemin started to get used to the girl’s overly energetic messages. without even realizing, he would find himself waiting for her to start the conversation, despite his cold composure. one time, jeno even pointed out that he was smiling. at that time he was reading a joke the girl sent him.

“it’s been a week, and yet her caller id is still anonnying girl. come on, she already made you chuckle this week?!” jeno hits his shoulder, to which he instantly regrets as jaemin raises a fist in retaliation. 

“i’m too busy.”

“wow, and yet you’ve been chatting with her all week? sure thing bro, keep on kidding yourself.”

it never crossed jaemin’s mind to ask for her name. admittedly, he thought the girl would give in and just ghost him altogether within three days so there was no need to exchange names, but boy was he wrong. 

“anonnying girl still has a ring to it.”

“...i really still don’t get how we’ve been friends for years.”

y/n was busy zooming into jaemin’s contact photo when someone clears their throat beside her.

“are you really not going to ask for his name?”

“actually…it never really crossed my mind to do so. and ‘anon love’ really has a nice ring to it.” y/n hums as hyuck cringes. over the week y/n has been consistently sending jaemin messages every morning, noon, and night. she tried to avoid messaging him during class hours upon his requests (or rather complaints that she was being too noisy).

“he looks really familiar though…i just can’t quite put my finger on it.” y/n pouts, her best friend was known for knowing most of the student population. but then again, it did add to the thrill of it being mysterious.

“where’s the thrill in knowing hyuck? besides, he hasn’t asked me either, and i think it’d be better too.” upon seeing jaemin’s picture, it immediately crossed her mind that the guy might be part of the more “popular” and “upperclass” population of the school. ‘he’s too handsome to be an average person like me, i mean, this school is freaking expensive!’

“hey, don’t doubt yourself! you are beautiful and smart bestie! it’s just that you act like you’re high whenever you’re around your friends.” hyuck jokes, earning a soft punch to his shoulder.

“thanks hyuck…woah, he messaged first…HYUCK HE MESSAGED ME FIRST WHAT SHOULD I DO?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?! ANSWER IT!!!”

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— sjy. The Study Buddy

The Confession Chronicles

sim jaeyun x reader | wc: 4,336 | english | fluff |

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling |

🖇️. first encounter

“okay class on a final note, your class standings are now posted on the bulletin board which you may check during your break--”

just then a girl bursts into the classroom, pulling all eyes toward her.

“miss y/l/n you’re late, again.”

the out of breath girl was about to speak when the teacher shakes her head and simply points to her seat. she mutters an apology as she passes the teacher on her way to her seat, where she is met by her snickering seatmate.

“late again number one.”

“oh shut up sim.” she narrows her eyes as she takes her seat.

“so yes you may check the list after your break. i’ll be taking my leave now--ah! sim and y/l/n, my office later during the break.” she adds before stepping out of the room, and as if it was a magnet, the bulletin board was swarmed with students.

“yo, what did you two get into this time?”

“ay, it might be another competition.”

jake mutes out his friends’ as he approaches the list. his eyes widen as he sees the result. “oh my--y/n you dropped the top ten ranks?!” he hears one of the girl’s friends shout followed by murmuring and whispers around.

“number one, jaeyun sim . . . damn she’s ranked at eleven, i mean not bad but she’s as smart as you.” sunghoon says as he continues down the list trying to find his name. “you guys always shared first rank but then again she’s been kinda out of it lately . . . nice fifth, hoon you’re second to the last.” heeseung flicks the back of sunghoon’s head before laughing going back to his seat.

jake turns to look at y/n who was busy catching up on missed notes to care about the ranks and side comments on her drop. heeseung’s words resonated in his mind, despite the loud and distracting celebration sunghoon was doing beside him for not being ranked last in the class.

‘how could a scholar be out of it when we’re literally in our last year in high school . . .’

“wait--”

“wait! the teacher’s here!” as sunghoon pushes him back to his seat, abruptly disrupting his train of thought, he sees y/n’s head fall onto her desk with an audible thump.

“shit i forgot about the quiz today!” he hears her hiss, but refrains himself from looking over at the girl. ‘she’ll get disqualified for honors at this rate . . . wait why am I worried?’

jake shakes the thought out of his head as their teacher starts passing out their test papers.

y/n sighs as she finds herself standing in front of their homeroom teacher’s office. she gives a quick glance at jake before sitting herself down on the next chair in front of their teacher.

“so firstly I’d like to congratulate you both on making it to your final semester of high school.” she smiles in an attempt to remove the still existing awkwardness of the room. she clears her throat, “but i’ll be frank miss y/l/n . . . yes you are consistent with the recitations and class participation, but I’ve received reports of your non submission of major requirements and lack of cooperation with group activities . . . what happened?”

y/n feels her whole face heat up, it was also a question she herself avoided asking. she starts to feel small as she meets her teacher’s piercing gaze to which jake starts to notice. he clears his throat, “i’m sorry ma’am, but may i ask why i have been called today?” from the corner of his eye he could see y/n discreetly let out a sigh of relief.

the teacher smiles, “i’ve been told you two have been . . . i’d like to say distant?” she says, looking from jake to y/n. “and i hope to see you two bond before you end high school so mister sim, i’d like you to be miss y/l/n’s study buddy, just to help her get back on track.” the room was quiet with jake scratching the nape of his neck, trying his best to not look visibly annoyed, and y/n with a confused look on her face.

“i’m sorry ma’am, but is there anyone else in the class who can help? jake might be busy and i don’t want to be a bother.” she smiles, attempting to charm her way out, but all she gets is a shake of her teacher’s head.

“this was also brought up by all of your teachers and your guidance counselor. we see this as an opportunity for you two to . . . settle your differences, or so to say.”

y/n was about to open her mouth to speak when--

“i’ll do it.”

“hey . . . sim . . . jake! could you slow it down a bit?!” and so there she was following after jake who finally halted to a stop, making her bump into the guy. jake quirks a brow at her, shooting her an expecting look.

“w-why did you agree?” y/n stutters under his gaze. “i’d like to make sure my conduct doesn’t affect my chances at a good college.” he says nonchalantly before walking away.

“of course he’d put himself first.”

“you know me so well!” y/n mutters out a curse as jake hears her. “we start tutoring later at the library.”

“i can’t.” jake scoffs before walking back to her. “i’m already going out of my way to do this, and you blow off on the offer?” he says through gritted teeth.

for the first time since she’s known him, y/n felt a chill from how pissed jake looked. she opens her phone and quickly opens a chat as jake watches her in confusion.

“fine tonight . . . and then we start giving a heads up in advance. not everyone has the leisure of time.” she grumbles as she pushes past jake, purposely bumping into his shoulder.

jake raises a fist in annoyance as she rounds a corner.

‘this is going to be one hell of a semester.’

🖇️. the realization

“bro . . . i am beyond bored! i am bey--”

“beyored is not a word, hoon.” 

jake rolls his eyes as heeseung pushes his teasing further. sunghoon groans as he checks the time on his phone. “where’s y/n!? it’s been an hour!” he whines as he buries his head further into the hood of his sweater. jake checks the time on his phone as well.

‘it’s been more than an hour.’ he switches to the messenger app on his phone, and for the first time among all the ‘don’t be late’’s and eye roll emojis, he types in

jake: where are you?

y/n: oh shit it didn't send

jake: ???

y/n: i was supposed to cancel, i had a last minute emergency

jake: okay

he abruptly stands, shocking sunghoon and heeseung. “so . . . she’s not coming I guess?” heeseung asks as he watches his friend forcefully shove his belongings into his backpack. sunghoon watches in amusement as jake furiously types something into his phone.

“jake, yo! jake!” heeseung was answered with ‘shushes’ from around the area as jake storms out of the library without another word. he glares at a snickering sunghoon.

“we’re at the library dumba--ayo! wait up!”

from the library jake found himself commuting into the city as the sun was setting. he glares up at a glowing restaurant sign. after chatting with y/n he found himself pissed. was it because of his precious time wasted? definitely. but a part of him, that jake himself would never admit out loud, was worried especially after seeing her location.

he shudders as the breeze hits against his skin. currently they were at the city’s borders, which coincidentally, was one of the city’s most dangerous parts especially at night. unknowingly, he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees y/n through the window of the well-lit restaurant.

jake finds himself doubling back as he sees y/n move around from table to table in uniform and it finally hits him. there were days y/n came in with her clothes smelling like food, he also noticed the calluses which decorated her hands. he also remembered all their past sessions, y/n would always rush out of the library the moment he announced they were done.

“why is she working part time?” he thought out loud as he trudged into the restaurant. he sat at a corner table, half hoping the girl would notice him. but he did take notice of how she kept her smile as she went around back and back and forth despite the growing bags under her eyes. and finally their eyes meet.

“shit--oh i’m sorry sir!” after being told off by a coworker, she found herself walking over to serve the sole bane of her existence. “hi, may i take your order?” 

y/n furrows her brows as she watches jake cock his head with a sneer. “what?”

“where’s my smile?”

y/n felt her ears heat up at jake’s question. “i-i’m sorry?!” she follows as jake points around different tables in the room. “you smiled at every single table in this room. am i not a customer?”

and with that, the feeling was over in an instant. ‘of course’. she sighs before forcing a smile onto her face. “i’m sorry sir, may i take your order?” 

jake flashes a teasing smile as a half-annoyed and half-embarrassed approached his table with his order. he then noticed her drooping eyes and slimmer figure.

“here you are, sir. enjoy your meal.”

“wait”

y/n gives him a questioning look. ‘i swear if i hear the food isn’t up to his taste--' but her train of thought was disrupted by the sound of a screeching chair, the one adjacent to jake. “i talked to your manager, eat.” 

when he doesn’t hear any shuffling, jake looks up to see y/n giving him a confused look. “while i’m being generous y/l/n . . . i wasn’t kidding.” he says nonchalantly as he looks from the food to the girl.

jake busied himself with his phone as y/n quietly ate until one of her coworkers approached the two. “good to see you eating dinner for once y/l/n, you her boyfriend?”  y/n almost chokes at the question, and jake drops his phone.

he then sees that the guy looked their age and did look decent. he also notices the way he looked at y/n with care. “no, no, just a classmate.” jake felt a wave of annoyance wash over him as he watched the guy’s face light up in realization. apparently he was already known.

“hi, i’m jake. i think that table over there is waiting for their waiter.” he smiles, sending him away. “wow, even making enemies beyond the school, who knew.”

“i didn’t like the look on his face.” he says smugly as he remembered the look of adoration the guy had watching y/n. the said girl scoffs before getting up. “thanks for the meal, and since i technically ate it, i’ll pay.” jake notices how y/n sighed out her last words as she trudged back into the staff room.

‘it’s still her earnings though.’ he thought to himself as he headed over to the counter. from a peripheral view, he could see y/n still moving around with full energy. “uhm . . . may i ask what time y/n gets off work? i promised her mom i’d get her home safely.” besides surprising the lady in front of him, he even surprised himself for the excuse he just gave.

thee jake sim, y/n’s rival, was pretending to be her boyfriend. why? mayhaps it was the sense of worry he felt knowing she was out late at night. mayhaps it was over watching her push herself to give her full energy despite being tired. mayhaps it was the tinge of jealousy he felt from her coworker.

as y/n shoves her dirty uniform into her locker, she takes notice of the piercing gaze of her coworker friend. “take a picture, it lasts longer.” the guy laughs, “i would, but i wouldn’t want to upset your boyfriend. dude’s been waiting for hours, said he’d take you home.”  he says in amusement as he nods toward jake who looked as if he could fall asleep at any moment. 

y/n felt her heart skip a beat as she took notice of how jake stayed this late, whether or not his intentions were true. “he’s not my boyfriend.”

“uh-huh, classic enemies to lovers trope.”

jake sat up in his seat as he saw y/n walk over to him. he was about to open his mouth to let out an excuse when she raises a hand to stop him. “whatever your excuse is, you can save it. it’s late, we should get home.” she nods her head toward the door and he gives her a small smile. ‘cute’

they were walking in silence, not sure how to start up a conversation being each other’s rivals. y/n shudders at the cold air around them, it just so happened that she left her school blazer at the restaurant as she was in a hurry to leave. to her surprise, jake halts her, holding out his blazer in front of him.

“i can’t, it’s cold sim--”

but before she could argue further, jake put the blazer over her shoulders, unknowingly rubbing her shoulders in an attempt to warm her up. “why?”

for the first time in her life, y/n couldn’t muster up the energy to poke fun at the guy. instead, she took notice of his eyes, how he looked over at her in genuine worry. over the course of their study sessions she noticed how he slowly changed his ways toward her. jake was more patient, he tried to make small talk, he would even ask her how she was at times. little things, but they meant a lot considering how they only knew each other as a nuisance.

“why are you working part time? it’s clearly wearing you out y/l/n.” he steps back with folded arms. ‘oh, he was being serious.’ well it’s not like he was one to tattle. even around his friends he was always the more quiet one.

“well . . . my dad’s business fell through and now we’re left in debt. i mean my parents are still trying the best they could to support me, the house . . . but it can only do so much.” she laughs weakly. “they know about what i’m doing. they worry, but what about me? i worry about them too. so . . .this is my way of supporting them.” she sighs, noticing how jake was just staring at her before turning to carry on the walk.

“of course he wouldn’t care, typical rich kid.” she curses as she follows after him.

they finally reach her house and she finally hands over his blazer. “thank you, sim. have a safe trip home.” 

“we can study at the restaurant.” 

y/n gives him a weirded out look, but the guy looked like he wasn’t joking. “oh, you’re for real. look sim i don’t know it seems like--”

“look you’ll get there early and won’t have to end as late. you get to eat and study at the same time after.” jake bursts out, leaving cold air between the two. “a-and it gives me more time to work on my assignments first too.” he quickly adds.

“bye y/n” he says, quickly ruffling her hair before walking away, leaving y/n frozen in shock.

she waits a few minutes before checking if he was out of the area. a small smile formed on her face as she fixed the part of her hair he messed up.

“i guess he’s not so bad after all.”

🖇️. the confession

“ayo sim, you can head over to your seat. y/n’s gonna be out in a while.”

“thanks jay” jake says as he heads to their usual study corner in the restaurant. a few minutes later, their usual order of burgers and fries arrives, followed by an excited looking y/n. “excited to see me are we?” he teases.

“don’t push it sim.” y/n rolls her eyes as she takes her seat. “jay, i’ll take an extra order of shakes for us.” she calls out to her friend. “seeing as you ordered dessert, and you're over excited, you obviously have good news.” a small smile forms on his face as y/n nods.

“well, thanks to my tutor, i passed all my midterms and my grades got pulled up.” she says nonchalantly, rolling her eyes at the smug look on jake’s face. “so you’re admitting I’m a good tutor.” he quirks a brow, making y/n’s heart skip a beat or two. 

“sadly, yes sim, you are good. and also, today’s my last day here. the rest of my family pitched in to support us, so i can go back to devoting my time to studying.” she says proudly. “woah, congrats y/l/n, no need to brag.” jake jokes as he slowly reaches out for the small paper bag under the table, a gift he got to congratulate the girl, and hopefully drop the hint of him starting to catch feelings for y/n.

 “oh, and i told our teacher already and she agreed. today would also be the last day of our study buddy thing.” y/n says, sounding a little too excited to jake’s liking. “hey, you good sim? aren’t you glad to have the bane of your existence out of your hair again?” she jokes.

‘that’s right, this was never going to be a  permanent assignment . . . stupid sim, why’d you even think more to it?!’

“hmm? what’s with the bag? is it your’s?” jake clutches its handles tightly before bringing it up to his side. “a-ah, yeah. just picked up something for my brother before coming here.”

“oh . . .oh wait, i almost forgot!” jake watches as y/n fishes out a small box from her bag. “just a thank you, you know . . .for the trouble.” she says shyly. jake notices a blush on y/n’s cheeks as he takes the box. “what if I didn’t think of it as any trouble?”

“what?”

“what?” jake realized he was thinking out loud, blushing in turn. he opens the box with shaky hands and sees stationary and envelopes inside with his name printed on them. “sorry it’s nothing grand, but--”

“i’ll use it well, thanks y/n.” he says, giving y/n a smile for the first time without doing it discreetly. “hey, we’re on a first name basis for the first time i see.” y/n teases in an attempt to hide the fact that she was getting flustered over the guy. 

“don’t push it y/n.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever jake.”

it’s been a week since the deal ended, a week since the two had a decent conversation, just the two of them. things changed after that night, shocking their friends, classmates, even some teachers. they didn’t exactly become best friends, even close friends, somewhat acquaintances, but they were decent toward each other. there was banter, but more of a playful type, teasing, but it never ended with arguments like before.

but jake found himself giving y/n lingering looks, well rather, his friends pointed out the fact. unknowingly, he’d even find himself heading to the library after classes. sometimes, he’d even almost head for the restaurant where y/n previously worked, luckily his brother stopped him in time before he made a long commute into the night.

“earth to jake? hey are we going to discuss the seatwork or?” y/n chuckles. jake clears his throat, remembering where they were. “oh right so--”

“oh you’re really using them.” y/n nods over to the pieces of stationary on his table. jake smiles, “well, i did say i’d put them to good use.” y/n hoped jake couldn’t hear her heart’s beating. ‘damn, he smells good . . . what are you doing y/n?! focus!’

she suddenly slaps her cheek, shocking her seatmate as well. “hey, you okay y/n?”

‘you being this close to me isn’t making me okay!’

“y-yeah, let's get back to work.”

jake leans back on his chair, staring at the paper bag sitting on his desk. the same paper bag he was supposed to give y/n back at the restaurant. “you . . . are obviously whipped baby bro.” jake’s brother says as he plops down on jake’s bed.

“for once jaehyun, you’re right.” jaehyun rolls his eyes. “put aside your pride kid, take the chance.” 

y/n’s attempts to make small talk and jokes didn’t go unnoticed by jake. there were even times they accidentally made eye contact after trying to secretly look over at the other.

he started to take notice of the little things such as how y/n would hum a tune when she was working. how she would bite her bottom lip whenever she was worried. he even remembered her scent, weirdly enough.

maybe the whole time he was busy being an ass to her, was just a means to get to know her, get close to her. because right then and there, he can finally admit his feelings for y/n.

he scrolls through his phone, ready to take his chance.

“hey hee, i need your help, i’ll be absent for tomorrow.”

“for the first time since kindergarten, your boyfriend is absent y/n.”

“first of all, there is no us and no label, and second, it’s none of my business sun.” she sighs. “you’ve literally been looking over at his desk the whole day. and don’t pretend you didn’t head over to his locker during break!” sunoo narrows his eyes at the girl. 

when they arrive at the classroom, y/n is met with a familiar looking paper atop her desk under a box of “royce chocolates and a note from sim! the world’s nest stories’ treasury, this place started decency between you and me . . . he could’ve just asked you to go to the library.”

“sunoo! really dude that was for y/n!” sunghoon suddenly appears by their side. “tell your friend the attempt is cute, but he should really be doing this in person right . . . y/n?!” sunoo calls out to the girl who was now running out of the classroom in a hurry.

she arrives at the library, out of breath, but it didn’t matter. y/n quickly patted herself down and fixed her hair in front of one of the bulletin boards glass panes before heading in. to her disappointment, she doesn’t see jake, instead she sees heeseung waving at her. 

“congratulations, you are the only person who managed to shake up and lower thee jake sim’s pride.” heeseung jokes as she approaches the guy. he hands over a book with “pride and prejudice” on the cover. “says the trope fits you both? you’ll find a note in there too. goodluck y/n.” he smiles before leaving her alone.

y/n flips through the pages of the book, and true to heeseung’s words, there was another note written on jake’s stationary. “i sit at the darkest of this city’s borders, where uniformed soldiers move around and take orders.” 

“what’s he doing there?! it’s closed every friday!” y/n quickly runs out of the library after apologizing for the sudden shout. worry washed over her during the commute to the restaurant. if the restaurant were open she’d worry less, but still, worry over his safety given he was currently in the city’s most dangerous corner.

she lets out a sigh of relief when she sees jay standing outside the restaurant. “hey jay, have you seen jake around here?” worry once again washed over her when jay shook his head. “but! i did find a note on the door addressed to you. you might wanna head inside too, it’s dangerous out here.” he says before walking away.

y/n lets out a laugh as she sees another note from jake stuck on the door. “i may be a simple guy named j-a-k-e, hoping that one day you might see me differently :)” she takes a deep breath as she heads into the restaurant, and as expected, he was seated at their usual corner with their usual order on the table.

“jake i--”

“wait, y/n before anything i just wanna let things out.” y/n nods, taking a seat in front of him. jake takes a deep breath, feeling nervous in front of y/n for the first time.

“i know this is all of a sudden, but i don’t know . . . after the whole study buddy thing ended, i just found myself looking for you. i realized that maybe the whole reason i was a dick to you . . . was to get your attention and get to know you in a way.” he laughs, and thankfully, she does as well. 

“what i’m trying to say is . . . i like you, y/n. and i don’t really expect you to like me back after years of being a pain in the ass but--”

“hey, hey, jake?” jake looks up at y/n who was smiling at him with amusement. “i think i'm starting to like you too.” she says as a blush starts to creep up her cheeks. jake takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself from shouting in happiness.

“oh, this is for you . . . i was supposed to give it to you back then, but you looked so excited to get out of my hair.” jake says sheepishly, handing over the paper bag to y/n.

she coos as she sees a small stuffed doll inside along with an envelope from jake’s stationary. “could you uhm . . . read the note at home?” y/n chuckles at jake’s shyness.

“who knew thee jake sim could feel shy in front of me.”

“well, y/f/n, you are the only one who managed to shake me up.”

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— pjs. Temperamental Love

The Confession Chronicles

park jongseong x reader | wc: 2,843 | english | fluff |

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling | listen to the 1975 <3

🖇️. first encounter

jay impatiently taps his feet somewhat along to the music being played in the background.

he knew it was a mistake choosing to get his coffee, on his own, in the cafe nearest to his office building, which happened to be a favorite to the public thus him having to wait for long.

usually he has his secretary do this but it’s been weeks since his last one left, and finally, the company managed to find someone who could keep up with his temperament.

“jjp!”

“fucking finally”, he mutters to himself as he quickly walks toward the counter.

just as he was about to approach, a girl in front of him abruptly turns, slamming her hot coffee onto jay. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, ignoring the loud gasp and string of “i’m sorrys” from her.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry sir! i-i can pay for your dry cleaning! a-and p-pay for your order!”

jay just gives her a deadly glare before walking past her, harshly bumping her shoulder in the process. he hears a scoff from the girl, but he doesn’t turn. “geez, i’m sorry for trying to be a decent person, asshole!” jay couldn’t care less about the looks they were getting. all he wanted to do was get his coffee, and get back to  running his company.

and so he turns to the girl, coffee in his hand, “and I’m sorry”, he smiles at her just before quickly giving her a blank stare, “now get out of my way, klutz.” as he was going out he could hear the girl prove her very atrocious vocabulary. but again, he couldn’t care less. he had more important matters to handle rather than some girl he was rude to.

unnecessary, but he wasn't in much of a mood.

and just as he knew, he walks into a room filled with stacked papers on his desk, waiting to be reviewed and approved by him. he turns on his laptop and comes face to face with unread emails going on to the next few pages of the system. then as if by cut, the phone rings. he hits the speaker button, “mister park, miss y/n has arrived, should i let her in the office?” jay just hums an approval before he cuts the line.

jay turns his chair, making it’s back face the door just as it opens. not for the dramatic effect, but rather, to get his new secretary’s file. his breath hitches as he sees the picture attached to the document. he scoffs in disbelief.

“hello mister park, I am y/fn, your secretary.”

he chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he recognizes the voice. he quickly returns his stark look before abruptly turning his seat. jay grits his teeth, forcing himself not to smirk as the girl shouts out an “oh fuck!” in shock before shaking her head, remembering the setup.

“i-i’m sorry sir…may i just ask w-what i should do f-first.” y/n stares out the large ceiling to floor window behind jay, trying to avoid his gaze. she gulps as she hears a sigh from the guy.

it was quiet for almost a minute before he finally spoke.

“first…i need you to fix that mouth of yours as well as your attire miss y/n, let’s be professional. second, I need  you to pick up my dry-cleaning, as you can see, i myself am having quite a problem with my attire.” he haughtily says, all without looking up from the document he was currently reading.

y/n takes a deep breath. ‘he may be an asshole, but he’s still your boss, be professional!’ she scolds herself.

“this is all noted sir.” she forces a smile to which jay nods at, still, without looking up. “the rest of your tasks for the day can be found on your desk and desktop. you’re dismissed.”

just as y/n was about to leave jay speaks up.

“oh and before that miss y/n.”

y/n turns back and sees him with a small smile on his face.

“could you get me coffee? there’s a cafe just nearby, i believe you know where it is.” he says smugly.

“yes, sir.”

🖇️. the realization

three years

it’s been three years since their first encounter, meaning three years of y/n having to tolerate jay’s temperament on top of her secretarial duties. over those three years she learned how to be more patient around the guy. she’s run enough personal errands for her to get to know jay from his coffee orders and schedules, to his pet peeves, including the people who contribute to such pet peeves.

she knocks on the ceo’s door before heading in, and yes, she learned she doesn’t have to wait for jay to answer as most of the time he hums out his approvals. y/n’s nose twitches as she walks into a whiskey scented room. there she sees jay pouring himself a glass, most likely a refill while staring out the window.

“all documents have been uploaded into the system, and i sent out all the emails for those with pending revisions. i double checked and you’re booked with back to back meetings with the project investors and the company’s board for tomorrow. i will be taking my leave now, sir.” she nods before turning to leave, not being affected by the guy’s lack of attention, or rather, decency to look at her and respond.

three years have passed, and yet, she couldn’t understand his attitude, but she didn’t mind.

“no you will not.” she hears him say. she glances at one of the room’s clocks before turning to jay who was now gathering papers on his desk, walking toward her. “as much as i understand the joys of heading home after a hard day’s work, we unfortunately have a new deadline set for tonight.” he breathes out as he hands y/n the papers.

given how big the company was, the workload was definitely as heavy loaded. the sky was already dark, but y/n knew that if she left, she might put the project, even her job, at risk.

she gives jay a smile and a nod before heading back to her desk.

unbeknownst to her, jay noticed her expression falter when he informed her of the night’s overtime work. “no plans for tonight?” y/n turns to jay in confusion, the guy equally as shocked at his casualness.

“uhm, not really sir…just catching a commute home is all.” she gives him a small smile. jay’s mouth forms an ‘o’ as he nods. he opens his mouth to offer the girl a ride home, but he’s quick to realize that he might be overstepping his boundaries.

“you may leave…to work that is.” he adds to which y/n smiles at before leaving.

three years since jay’s met y/n, and for three years jay’s learned to control his temper and arrogance, well, mostly around her. for three years, jay learned that y/n will always talk to him with a smile, and although he knew that she was just being polite, he found it to, literally, be the brightest part of his busy days as ceo.

he also learned more about y/n’s favorite music. he remembers hearing her singing to the 1975’s whole discography one time they were working late. he also remembers singing along himself.

so when he hears a familiar tune playing from outside his office, a small smile forms on his face.

“she had a face straight outta magazine.” he starts singing.

“god only knows but you'll never leave her.” jay looks up and sees y/n outside, glasses on and hair up in a messy bun. He watches as y/n picks up her water bottle, using it as a makeshift mic as she sings the rest of the song.

“and when she gets his gun he's begging, "babe, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay."”

he laughs to himself as y/n sings out the chorus. without realizing, a smile forms on his face as he hears her through the glass between them. the window was one-way, so he could see her without her seeing him, the glass, though, was not soundproof.

jay laughs out loud at a little voice crack, but that doesn’t stop her from singing.

he didn’t realize he’s been watching her for long until he heard a ping from his laptop. it was an email from y/n about the documents, a reminder about work, and how their relationship was strictly just co-workers.

a follow-up email from y/n arrived with the same subject with “DISREGARD LAST EMAIL SENT” attached at the end. jay three years ago would have immediately deleted the last email, but as said, the three years he’s been with y/n made him a little lose with himself.

and so he opens it, but instead of the document attached, a picture of a the 1975 concert ticketing details was attached. jay looks up to see a stressed out y/n who was slapping her cheeks, trying to get herself to focus.

for a moment, jay thought she looked pretty, but the thought quickly went away as he opened the follow-up email.

it was finally ten minutes to midnight when the pair finally finished. as jay stands to stretch, y/n walks in, glasses off and hair fixed back. “everything has been completed sir, and the schedules for tomorrow stay as is…”

y/n unknowingly trails off as she watches jay move his neck from side to side, veins showing. the rolled up sleeves to his polo and slightly messed up hair didn’t help either.

for three years y/n knew jay. she also knew that besides being known for his success and temperament, he was known for his good looks. what amazed her was the fact that the guy was single since birth with his looks and background. apparently work took over and was the center of his life.

“y/n? All good there?” the girl blinks as she hears her name. It was the first time he addressed her without honorifics. “o-oh yeah, just kinda tired….b-but glad we finished the job.”  she adds.

jay chuckles, she swore she felt her heart skip a beat.

“well in that case, let’s head home.” he says as he tosses her his car keys. y/n was taken aback by the ceo who was now walking out of his office.

“s-sir, i--”

“i drank, i can’t drive. you know where I park.” he smiles as he walks into the elevator. when the doors shut y/n punches the air in frustration.

“three years and still an asshole!”

and so there they were driving along the highway in silence, the radio being the only source of noise. what else was there to talk about with your boss outside of work?

y/n stifles a yelp as she hears “somebody else” play on the radio. she shakes her head, remembering that she was just her boss’s driver for the night. to her surprise, jay turns up the volume.

“the song’s nice…now, what’s your address?” he asks as he starts pressing on the navigation screen. “sir, i live opposite your place. i can just book a ride from your area--”

“and it would make me…let’s say…an asshole, if i let you go home on your own this late at night.” thankfully y/n was driving and kept her eyes on the road so she wouldn’t see jay’s gaze on her.

they finally arrive in front of her apartment complex. “wait! It’s okay, i can help myself!”  y/n says as she sees him move to get out of the car. “and who do you expect to drive me from your place to mine?” he laughs. y/n blushed in embarrassment.

as y/n was about to make a dash for the doors, jay honks his horn, his windows rolled down.

“you can come in late tomorrow, i’ll push back some schedules myself!”

he drives off without an answer, but does hope she heard him.

it was late, and yet, jay found himself stuck in traffic on the way home. he turns up the volume as he hears the 1975’s discography still being played on the radio.

he suddenly remembers the ticketing details y/n accidentally sent him.

jay had to admit that within the three years they’ve known each other, there were times he found himself smiling at even the smallest of her actions. it amazed him that she was patient enough with him despite their less than decent first encounter.

it was a long shot, but he wanted to try, and so he dials a number.

“hey jake, can i ask you a favor?”

🖇️. the confession

getting the tickets was easy, handing them over to y/n, not so much.

the day he was about to give it to her while inserted in between a bunch of documents, he learned she’d secured a ticket of her own.

and so there he was, seated inside the arena with an empty chair beside him.

“mister park?!”

His eyes widen as he hears a familiar voice. “Well, I did say their songs were nice.” Although he stayed cool and composed, he felt a funny feeling in his stomach as Y/n sat on the seat beside the empty one.

his eyes widen as he hears a familiar voice. “well, i did say their songs were nice.” although he stayed cool and composed, he felt a funny feeling in his stomach as y/n sat on the seat beside the empty one.

y/n didn’t know how to feel. awkward because she was about to watch her favorite band’s concert with her boss? but what she knew was she definitely felt something seeing him dressed up in a cream sweater, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks paired with sneakers. she also had to admit that just the scent of his strong perfume made her heart race.

“so, who are you with sir?”

“you can just call me jay.” he smiles. ‘damn that smile again.’ y/n feels her cheeks heat up, luckily the arena was dark so he couldn’t see her. “then, who are you with tonight jay.”

“a friend….who i think blew me off, he isn’t responding to any of my texts.” after learning about y/n securing her tickets, he immediately came up with a list of reasons in any case they saw each other at the concert, and coincidentally, they were seated next to each other.

jay chuckles as he notices y/n’s stiffness. “sorry about the sudden casualty, you must be really surprised.” he scratches the back of his neck. y/n was definitely more than shocked, but she just flashes him a smile. “i am….but hey, we’re just here to enjoy.” she lightly punches his shoulder.

she gasps as she realizes what she’s done, but her embarrassment goes away as jay lightly punches her shoulder back. “what? i can have fun too…you can have fun around me too.”

as the lights dim signaling the start of the concert, y/n feels something she’s never felt before in all three years she’s been stuck with jay.

comfort

y/n was surprised to hear jay singing along to all the band’s songs, which added to a list of things she liked about him. a list she apparently started right then and there.

just then, “robbers” starts to play.

the band invites the audience to stand, and just like the songs before, jay sings along. he finds himself looking over at y/n as he sings the lines. he may have only recently memorized the band’s songs on top of work, but he can confidently say he’s got the lyrics to this particular song down. and why was that?

for three years jay’s been robbing away y/n’s time and energy because of his ways. it was finally time for him to shoot or else he’ll never know. of course it was still a long shot, he knows that just being a boss to y/n was hard enough, what more something beyond that.

they finally sit down after the song, and to his surprise, y/n takes the empty seat beside him.

“looks like your friend bailed on you. but hey, we can still enjoy together.”

and with that, jay gained confidence to do what he was about to do next.

he gently takes y/n’s hands in his as “fallingforyou” plays.  y/n looks from their hands to him.

jay takes a deep breath, “i know this is definitely way above your pay grade…but as the 1975 says, if you never shoot, you’ll never know…and i think i’m falling for you.” he smiles.

he gulps, feeling nervous as y/n turns back to the band. jay was about to let go and apologize, but y/n tightens her grip on his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“and on this night and in this light. i think i'm falling, i'm falling for you.” she sings with a smile plastered on her face.

and that was enough for him to know.

“i'll take it one day at a time. soon you will be mine.”

by. atchi 🚬

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