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prettywordsyouleft · 2 years
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Upstaged
Prompt: “Because I love you, you idiot!” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #58
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x female reader
Genre: fluff / friends to lovers
Warnings: minor cursing
Word count: 730
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“What are you doing here?!” he hissed, and you blinked, a frown removing your smile.
“Are you being serious, Hyuck?”
Donghyuck looked out at the buzzing crowd beyond the stage and then back at your face, his lips thinning out. “Seriously. I go on after the next two acts.”
“As your manager, I’m aware.”
“Y/N, you know you’re not going to be my manager for much longer, right?”
You placed your hands on your hips in annoyance. “You have to win first.”
“Weren’t you the one telling me that Mark and I have this in the bag?” he retorted smugly, and you wanted to wipe that smirk right off his lips.
How you had fallen in love with this asshole, you had no idea.
Well, that wasn’t true. You had years of examples floating around in your head as to why you had crushed on your best friend all this time. And even if he was giving you attitude right now, you could sense his heightened nerves behind every movement, every word.
Donghyuck wanted this opportunity more than anything.
And you wanted him to know how you truly felt about him too. Yet now wasn’t the right time, and you swallowed back the urgent confession. He needed to focus on the task at hand. Maybe Donghyuck wouldn’t be as overwhelmed as you imagined him to be when he found out about how you feel, but with the small chance that it could throw him off his vocal game, you pushed your words all the way back down into your stomach, letting them settle there amongst the butterflies flitting about.
He wasn’t the only one nervous about their performance tonight.
“You need to not be here,” Donghyuck instructed a moment later, and your eyes rounded as you snapped your focus up to his eyes. He immediately diverted his gaze to Mark, your other best friend and his rap partner for this performance.
“Is it that bad that I’m back here for you both?” you asked as Mark joined your side.
“Yes.” “No.”
You glanced between your friends. Mark’s confusion was visible. “Dude, why can’t Y/N be back here? She’s the reason we got this opportunity. Besides, she’s part of our group!”
“It’s fine. Good luck. Break a leg and all that jazz,” you mumbled, stepping away quickly as you blinked back your tears.
You sped away from backstage, stumbling down the metal stairs and out into the evening air of the festival. You went to head towards the crowd when a body crashed against you from behind, hugging you tightly to his chest.
“Don’t say anything or move. Just for a moment, Y/N.”
You held still, though your heart was thudding so hard in your chest that you were amazed you could hear Donghyuck’s rapid breathing in your ear. “You want to know why I can’t have you right at my side tonight?”
“It’s fine, Hyuck. I—”
“It’s because I love you, you idiot! And I’m scared if I go out there knowing you’re behind the stage, that I’ll keep trying to seek you out from the sidelines instead of charming the crowd. I need you to be where I can’t even try to find you until I’m done performing. Okay?”
You spun around in his embrace, staring up at Donghyuck in shock. “I’m sorry, but what did you just—”
He cut you off with a hasty press of his lips to your mouth, stealing all remaining coherent thought from you. Donghyuck pulled back, blinking several times before male pride crossed his face. He was pleased with himself to see you so overwhelmed. “Just stay here for me. I’ll come for you when I’m done, manager.”
He jogged off then, pumping a fist into the air triumphantly, and you dazedly watched him disappear, a slow smile warming your face until it hurt your cheeks from grinning too much.
Well, it wasn’t exactly how you expected your confession to go tonight. And on some level deep down, you were annoyed that he had upstaged you like usual, always getting in first. But with the promise that kiss left you with, you didn’t mind so much.
Settling into the spot you stood in, you listened as Mark’s rap filled the air. Their song was only just a little over three minutes.
You could wait that long until you saw Donghyuck next.
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challengingwords · 2 years
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Challenging Words #58
Prompt: “Because I love you, you idiot!” 
Source: Prompt Anon
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Your Fat Mouth
“Oh, come on!” Sehun jerked awake at the yell in the living room. He groaned as he looked around, confused. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Calm down, Ja Kyeong…” he heard Junmyeon say. Sehun sat up and stood, stumbling slightly as he made his way to his bedroom door and into the living room. He yawned before sitting on the couch next to his girlfriend.
“What’s going on?”
“The ref didn’t make the call!” Sehun looked at Ja Kyeong before reaching for the remote. The resulting ice glare made him pause. He was not the usual recipient of the ice glare – Baekhyun’s girlfriend or her brother, on the other hand... Needless to say, he froze in his reach.
“Why are you so heated up? That isn’t your team.”
“Yeah, but the winner will be playing us next.”
“You mean, your team. You won’t be playing. You can thank your current health condition for that.”
“No one would have even considered benching me…if not for your fat mouth…” She slowly turned to look at him. “Maybe I should have stayed at my apartment instead of coming to hang out with you. Actually, I think I am going to leave –” She shrieked as Sehun pulled her back onto the couch.
“Nice try. And it wasn’t my fat mouth.”
“Then whose fat mouth?” Sehun kept his mouth shut. “So the blame remains solely on you.” She refocused on the tv. “Ok! Seriously?!” She grabbed her phone and Sehun rolled his eyes.
“Is she always like this?” Junmyeon asked. Sehun shrugged.
“Never really paid all that much attention to her reactions during the games, to be honest. Too busy defending myself with Baekhyun and Minseok at my shoulders.”
“Fair.”
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soybeantree · 2 years
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― ― → “you're doing it wrong.”
pairing: chanyeol x reader
description: you love when chanyeol takes an interest in your hobbies, but he doesn't always have a talent for them submission for prompt #4 of @challengingwords.
word count: 330+
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After finishing the final row of purple, you check on Chanyeol and have to stifle your snort with a cough.
“Are you okay?” He asks, glancing up from his attempt at crocheting. Yarn laces between his fingers and attached to his hook is a tangled ball of yarn, though if you squint you can kind of make out what looks like stitches.
“I’m fine. You’re not.” You chuckle. “Here give me that, you’re doing it wrong.” He holds his hands out to you, and you gently slip the yarn from his fingers and attempt to unravel his mess.
“I did it how you showed me.” He pouts.
“I don’t think you did.” You mutter as you work on a particularity difficult knot.
When Chanyeol came upon you crocheting a new holiday sweater, he had become enthralled. After watching you for hours, he determined that he was fully capable of crocheting. Excited by his enthusiasm, you had agreed to teach him.
Taking out your basket of scarp yarn and a crochet hook, you showed him how to chain and do a single crochet stitch, and after he failed the first time, you showed him again. He continued to fail, and you continued to teach him, until with huff he snatched the hook and yarn from your hand and swore he would figure it out on his own. You let him because there is no reasoning with Chanyeol when he gets like that.
With the yarn untangled and once again a ready ball, you hold it out to him along with the hook. “Would you like me to show you again?”
He pushes your hands back towards you. “I think I’ve had enough crocheting for today.” You smile and nod as you tuck the items back into your basket. “Are you hungry?” He asks as he pulls out his phone. Your stomach grumbles in response. “How about a to-go order and a movie to end the night?”
You enthusiastically agree, as you set aside your sweater and stretch your aching fingers.
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augustbutwinter · 3 years
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then there’s you | myg
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pairing: reader x yoongi genre: established relationship / hurt, comfort
warnings: talk about depression (nothing major, all very metaphorical) wordcount: 325 words
Prompt: Don’t walk away from me. @challengingwords #12
A/N: so, this just happened unplanned. it’s not very edited, and only be me. this is also very heavily influenced by the following songs: afraid (day6), blue & grey (bts), then there’s you (greg laswell)
Happy New Year! Let’s hope 2021 is a little less of a shitshow. <3
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“You’ve got it all wrong,” his husky voice so low that you need to concentrate to hear him over the sounds of the Han river and the people strolling through the night, happily chatting and laughing,as the new year approaches fast.
You’re sitting next to each other on a bench overlooking the scene. Your arms are crossed in front of you, your whole body completely tense. You’re afraid, you’ll break down, if you let yourself move.
“My sky is not that blue, not that beautiful.” Yoongi casts his eyes down and looks at his sneakers. “It’s grey at its brightest.” 
You remain silent. Your declaration from before having drained you completely. 
“But every minute, every second I spend with you...it gets just a little brighter.”
He lets out a shaky breath, this confession taking out a lot of him as well.
“So, please, don’t walk away from me, and don’t worry about putting dark clouds into my sky. ”
He turns his head slightly to look at you for the first time, after you had uttered the devastating words just minutes prior: “I think we should break up. Let’s end this.”
“So no, I don’t want to accept this. Not when you’re the one letting sunbeams blaze through my clouds.”
“Please, don’t let our story end here. Let me brighten up your sky instead. Or at least let me be the one to fight right beside you to keep the dark clouds at bay.”
You breathe in. You breathe out. Without uttering a word and without turning your head, you loosen the tension in your arms and let your hand fall to the bench. Slowly you turn it and let your palm face skywards.
You hear him let out a relieved breath, and then your hand is warm. His palm against yours, fingers gently intertwined.
In the distance the clock strikes midnight. The fireworks start, and your skies light up in multicolour.
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter 2020 (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from you!)
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fantastic-bby · 3 years
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Pairing: Reader x Jackson
Word count: 1.2k
Genre: Fluff 
Summary: Jackson thinks it’s a good idea to take the map from you while you’re hiking and it results in the both of you getting lost in the middle of the forest
Warnings: Fear of thunder
Prompt: “I have no idea where to go next” a challenge by @challengingwords​
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“I have no idea where to go next.” You turn around slowly to look at Jackson. He’s honestly scared to look away from the map in his hands because he knows that you’re going to start scolding him, but eventually, he has to. Jackson’s brown eyes slowly move from the map to look at you and he can see a vein bulging from your forehead. “Please, (Y/n), I’m sorry, I-I know you should’ve taken the map, please don’t kill me!” he squeaks when you grab the map out of his hands and stare at the printed piece of paper. There’s no way for you to actually tell where you are because you’re literally in the middle of the forest. 
“Oh my god, why did Jaebeom give you the map,” you groan as you try to remember the way you came, but the forest is unfortunately not as forgiving as you hope it is because every direction you look at looks exactly the same as the last. “How are we supposed to get out! We left our phones at the camp!” 
“I know! I’m sorry!” Jackson whines. He watches as you repetitively look from the map to your surroundings, trying your best to at least figure out where you are. It was Jackson’s idea to go camping with you and your best friends, and honestly, the two of you were doing fine in your paired hiking until Jackson thought it was a good idea to take hold of the map and lead the two of you off trail. Which leads you to your current situation; lost in the middle of the forest with barely any kind of knowledge as to where you are or just how far away from the camp you are. 
“I think I know where to go,” you mutter, looking back down at the map. There’s a loud clap of thunder that makes both of your heads whip up to look at the gloomy sky and suddenly, you feel a single drop of water fall onto your face. You turn around slowly to Jackson once again and he’s never felt so scared in his life from just your gaze. 
“I-I have a mini tent in my bag,” he smiles nervously. 
“Set it up. Hopefully it doesn’t rain that bad,” you sigh, watching as Jackson starts pulling it out of his pack.  
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It’s raining.
Heavily. 
You and Jackson are huddled in his freakishly small tent that barely fits two people but is enough to shelter you two from the rain. It’s cold and you have your windbreaker tightly wrapped around you as you shine your flashlight onto the map. 
“We should be able to find base camp if we head North East,” you mutter, circling what your assumed location is and drawing an arrow towards the small red tent you had drawn before you and Jackson had left the camp. 
“Can I see?” he questions softly. You look up from the map to see Jackson give you his best puppy eyes and you give in with a sigh, angling the map so that he’s able to look at it too. “That makes sense,” he nods. “I’m sorry we’re stuck in the forest now. Lost… and in the rain.” 
“It’s okay, Jacks,” you give him a small smile as you pat his head gently. You always thought that Jackson’s decision to go strawberry blond resulted in one of his best looks, but as much as you want to tell him that, you know you’ll end up saying something else instead. “We’ll find our way back. Worse comes to worst, they’ll send Jinyoung out with his strange tracking skills.” 
“I think he’d end up hunting us with a spear before actually bringing us back to camp,” Jackson quips, enticing a laugh out of you. His smile grows at the way you throw your head back when you laugh. He has so much he wants to tell you, but he fears that he’ll end up ruining the friendship you’ve built over the past four years. So, Jackson stays quiet when you laugh, only a small chuckle leaving past his lips at the way you smile. 
“Jinyoung would kill you for making us lost. He loves me too much to do anything to me,” you hum as you fold the map and stick it into the pocket of your windbreaker. 
“Jinyoung only has a soft spot for you because you’re not me,” he huffs as he sits upright. The temperature’s starting to drop even more the heavier the rain’s getting and it’s not helping that all you have are windbreakers. You can’t even start a fire because you’d just end up lighting the tent on fire and Jackson forgot to grab the heat lamp before you guys left the main camp. To be fair, you both thought that the heat lamp would just add weight to your backpacks since it was pretty hot and you were only supposed to be hiking for about two hours. 
It’s been four hours. 
Which makes you wonder whether or not your other friends had already started panicking or already had a feeling that you’d get lost. 
“Do you think they’re looking for us?” you question, turning to Jackson. 
“Hmm, I’m pretty sure Youngjae’s the only one that would be worried and maybe Mark’s girlfriend, but other than that…” he trails off as he thinks about it before shaking his head, “I’m pretty sure they know that we’d get lost.” 
You raise an eyebrow, “why?” 
“Jinyoung specifically told me not to take the map from you,” Jackson confesses with an awkward laugh. Your eyes narrowed into slits, an accusing look directed at him. 
“Then why did you take the map?” Your arms cross over your chest when he lets out a long, awkward laugh. 
“I wanted to prove a point.” 
“Well, point proven,” you huff. There’s a loud clap of thunder that makes you jump and let out a squeal, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. Jackson instinctively moves closer to hold onto you but he stops himself right before, arms reaching towards you. 
“You didn’t tell me you were scared of thunder,” he points out, moving slightly closer to you so that at least you’re more aware that he’s there. 
“It’s not something you just tell someone,” you mutter, looking around the tent. Jackson’s torn between holding onto you or just staying still. He wants to comfort you, but he also doesn’t want to make it awkward between you two. There’s another clap of thunder that almost makes you scream and Jackson works on instinct. His arms immediately wrap around you as he pulls you into him, one hand holding onto the back of your head and the other wrapped around your torso. Your hands are folded in between the two of you as you let your face lean into his chest.
You don’t even register the fact that you’re securely held against his chest until your heart rate slows down. You freeze when you realise the hold Jackson has you in. You feel like you should move away before it gets weird, but his grip on you makes you feel secure. You look up to see him looking down at you, brown eyes gentle. 
“Are you okay?” Jackson asks softly. You nod slowly and he smiles. “We can stay like this if it makes you feel safe.”
“R-Really?” Your eyes widen when he nods.  Your hands slowly move to wrap around his waist, feeling more comfortable that way. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” he hums, chin resting against the top of your head. 
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letsnotdoanything · 3 years
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‘’I wasn’t meant to find this, was I?’’
Hey, hello! There we have @challengingwords​‘ prompts motivating me to write once again <3 
Lately I’ve been feeling like I don’t have time for anything... the time just flies so fast, I can’t believe it’s february in like an hour;; 
Also... NO DIGGITY SOTY 
I can’t believe I have been listening to onewe for a few months now but only listened to some titles from oneus TT they’re so good, I’m afraid I might be obsessed. Are there any tomoons??
Anyways, I hope everyone has a great day/night wherever you are. Stay safe!
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Pairing: Ravn x reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff (+ a tiny bit of angst I guess)
Words: 650
Warnings: none
You knocked twice on the wooden door of Youngjo's studio, holding a bag with a bottle of water and some snacks in your other hand. You had informed your boyfriend earlier that you'd come by, so when you didn't hear any response from the inside, you just walked in thinking that he probably just went to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind you, the first thing that your eyes landed on was the monitor right opposite the entry, showing a colorful screensaver. It was the only source of light in the room, so you switched on the lights before going further in.
 It was your first time there, previously being only as close as waiting for Ravn by the building's entrance - you wouldn't probably even find the right door if it wasn't for the kind lady who showed you the way, so you studied the studio with curiosity.
It was rectangle-shaped and small but kept in neatness; you wondered if it would be the same if you hadn't preannounced your visit.
You took in the walls full of posters and photos as you ambled deeper, slowly making your way towards the desk on the very end. The table wasn't as tidy as the rest of the room, pens and scrunched pieces of paper sprawled around.
And an opened notebook.
The two visible pages were covered in sloppy writing and had many of the words crossed out. Even the margins had almost no clean space.
Before you could think twice about it, you started reading the messy notes. You'd never had an opportunity to partake of Youngjo's process of making music and was always put with the finished product like everyone else, so the temptation was too strong to resist.
From the first line, you were doubtless that it was a love song. You couldn't recognize the lyrics, so you thought it must have been something he was still working on and was yet to be released. The lines consisted mostly of beautifully written, poetical almost, descriptions of a person. Ravn included their every trait - from the top to the bottom, even digging deeper into their character.
But what struck you the most was that all those descriptions, although in your opinion were a bit magnified, matched you.
Before you got to the middle of the right page, your eyes filled with tears, blurring your sigh and making it impossible to read further.
When you covered your mouth with one palm and put the other one on the back of the chair to steady, a quiet squeak came from behind you. 
"Y/n? What are you doing hereㅡ are you crying?" Youngjo made a bee-line to where you stood, automatically placing a hand on your shoulder as he worriedly scanned your figure.
He followed your gaze to the notebook he hadn't thought of closing before heading out, and his eyes widened as he realized.
"Iㅡ" uncovering your mouth, you swallowed to steady your tone. "I wasn't meant to find this, was I?"
Ravn sighed, yet his expression wasn't angry nor annoyed as you expected. He did seem a little taken down, but his face still had the usual softness to it.
"No, you weren't." He confirmed, moving his hand from your shoulder to place it gently on your cheek. "To be honest, I wanted to record it after I finished the lyrics and give it to you for your birthday."
Your sinus stung, and you felt another wave of tears coming up to your eyes, so you quickly wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face to the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry..." you breathed. "I shouldn't have read it."
Youngjo returned the hold, patting the back of your head delicately.
"Don't be," he responded, placing a soft kiss on your hairline before lifting your head by your chin to look into your eyes. "Happy early birthday, love."
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xiaojuxiyou · 3 years
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Crush
“Would you just sit still?”  @challengingwords​​
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 420
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Her heart raced sitting beside him as he glanced down to see her reaction to his kiss scene on the screen. Even though her face was burning from embarrassment, and she was a little jealous, she knew it was just work. Calming herself down, she glanced up to see Yanjun staring at, looking a bit offended. She smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
Turning her focus back to the screen to play with him a little, Yanjun let out a sigh and closed the laptop.
                               “Ey, what are you doing?” she questioned, looking up to him, “It was such a cute scene!”
Reaching over to open the laptop, she was interrupted when Yanjun grabbed her arms, making her face him. She stared innocently into his eyes.
                               “I’m kissing another girl, aren’t you jealous even a little bit?”
                               “It’s just acting.” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter.
Yanjun was speechless from her reaction.
                               “This won’t do, my girlfriend doesn’t even care that I’m kissing someone else.”
He let go of her hands, lightly shoving them away, sulking. His little pout was so adorable, she couldn’t hold back anymore. A smile appeared on her face as she gently hit him in the chest.
                               “Ey, who said I wasn’t jealous, I’m your girlfriend after all,” she confessed, “If you dare do it in real life, I will…”
Before she could finish, Yanjun interrupted, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
                               “Kill you…what do you think you’re doing?” her eyes staring firmly into his.
                               “Claiming you as mine, and I belong to you only.”
She blinked a few times in disbelief and scoffed.
                               “Lin Yanjun, I think you are getting too into character, how can you say something so cheesy?”
He grinned as she shivered from the cringe. But she secretly loved it and he knew. In the next few seconds, he moved so close the tips of their noses touched. She tried to keep her cool, but the heat radiating from her cheeks weren’t helping.
                               “It’s only true when I say it to you.”
His words made her heart race.
                               “I know.” Her adorable voice pulling at his heart.
About to turn away, he grabbed her arms, holding her in place.
                               “Would you just sit still?”
With that said, Yanjun pressed his lips onto hers. Smiling, she kissed him back. She knew that he loves her, he wouldn’t dare kiss another person if not for work. She loves him and wouldn’t dare to kill him even if he did.
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aliceinnctland · 3 years
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Do you still.. ?
Prompt: “I wasn’t meant to find this, was I?” - by admin Chelle aka @prettywordsyouleft of @challengingwords
Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader
Genre: Angst, open ending
Word count: 427
When you left after finishing your shift at work all you wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep. All you had to do was to get home safely then you could be as moody as you wanted to. Though you were exhausted you couldn’t stop feeling like you forgot something.
You finally made it to your apartment about 10 minutes later and were beyond confused when you saw that the light in your apartment was on. That’s when it hit you. You were supposed to meet your best friend today but you had completely forgotten. You knew he’d be upset. You two haven’t hung out in a while and you certainly cancelled plans last minute more often than not. You knew he wouldn’t genuinely be upset, but you’d surely have to make it up to him to stop his pouting. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what he was holding.
Jinyoung and you had been childhood friends and somewhere along high school you fell for him. You couldn’t name the exact moment if someone were to ask you. Was it when you injured your leg during p.e. and he was at your side immediately, insisting that no one but him brought you to the nurse? Was it when your teacher tried to embarrass you in front of the class and he called them out for it? Or maybe when you and him went to the theme park and he won you that stuffed animal you so badly wanted? You had hopes that he liked you and everyone you knew told you that you two would end up together.
That changed when he got a girlfriend. You had been heartbroken and even more so when he distanced himself not paying attention to you anymore. That was about a year ago and you barely contacted each other anymore until recently when he started insisting that you two NEEDED to meet. You had written a letter to finally get over him, including every single thing you ever felt for him. As you wrote the last words of your letter your heart felt heavy, this was letting go, saying goodbye. You had honestly forgotten about that stupid letter it wasn’t like anyone was going to see it anyways.
Apparently, life had other plans as he held the letter he was never supposed to find.
“I wasn’t meant to find this, was I?”
“It honestly doesn’t matter if I was supposed to find it or not. I do have a question though..”
“Do you still love me?”
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jackiejacks923 · 3 years
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Brave
Prompt: "I’m sure my life just flashed before my eyes" - @challengingwords
Pairing: Jackson x reader
A/N: Hello, lovelies! It's been a while! Slowly coming out of this block I've been having. I was organizing the stories I had, sorting through what is WIP and what has been done, and found I had completed a few last year that I haven't even posted...whoops. For those that missed me, I'm planning to post a story a month. No firm day has been selected, but most likely a Friday during the month. Let's hope I don't fall into another block...
For now, please enjoy this little tidbit <3
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“Y/N”, come on!” Jackson urged you as he pulled you by the waist while you held on for dear life to the pole holding up the sign to the rollercoaster entrance. “It’s gonna be fun!”
“Jackson!” you yelled, “I can’t! It’s too high!”
Jackson giggled at how cute your fear of heights was at that moment. “I promise it will be fine,” he reassured, “I’ll be right next to you and I will hold your hand the entire time.”
You looked at him with eyes pleading not to go through with this. Seeing his happy smiling face eager to share this thrill with you, you took a deep breath and let go. “I trust you.”
He held you closely to his side as you walked to queue up in the line. As you waited, your ears were filled by the roaring of the ride as it twisted and turned around the waiting path accompanied by the screams of the riders strapped into their seats. You tensed up as the anxiousness you felt increased. Jackson could feel it as he held you and turned to rub your shoulders for you to relax. His arms then wrapped around you and he kissed your temple. “This will be fun,” he repeated to reassure you.
Minutes that felt like hours passed and you were finally waiting at the side of the tracks for the next empty train to board. When it finally pulled up, you nervously stepped in and took your seat as Jackson followed behind you. The safety bars were secured by the ride technician and you clinged on to Jackson’s hand as if your life depended on it.
The ride then slowly took off as it turned a short corner before climbing the track to take its first drop. “Jackson,” you said to him as you took the climb, “I’m thinking this may be a really bad idea.” You looked over to him and swore he looked a bit pale.
He smiled his usually cool smile. The ride was seconds away from the top. “Don’t worry, babe. I got yyyyyyoooouuuuuuuuuu!” Jackson screamed as the train dropped for the first plunge. You screamed along with him.
After a few more twists and loops, your screams were mixed with laughter. More so for the fact that Jackson was gripping your hand harder than you were his and his screams were indescribable. You didn’t want to laugh at the fact that your boyfriend sounded like he was probably scared to death at this point, but it was adorable knowing that he was the one that was so brave in the beginning.
Jackson let out one last scream as the ride finally slowed down as it started to pull back into the passenger gates for the next set of thrill seekers ready for their turn on the ride. You let out a laugh and smiled at him. He met your eyes and forced a smile on his very pale face.
“You OK, baby?” you asked Jackson.
“I’m sure my life just flashed before my eyes,” he replied. You laughed at his response. The safety bars lifted and you and Jackson got out of the train. You giggled at how Jackson’s legs were unsteady as he leaned on you for support while you walked towards the exit.
“Thank you for being so brave. You were right. It was fun,” you said as you tiptoed and gave Jackson a kiss for his reward. “But how about we just stick to the carousel and arcade games for the rest of our visit?”
Jackson chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Best idea ever.”
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min-youngis · 4 years
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gif not mine (but goddamn)
~ Pairing : Jackson Wang x Reader
~ Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Lowkey Humour
~ Summary/Excerpt : It isn’t often you’re put in a position to play optimist in this relationship. That’s his job. You run on cynicism and a purely prepare for the worst, hope for the best attitude. But apparently, not tonight.
Established Relationship
~ Word Count : 1,639
~ Warnings : as the youths say, the f word and it isn't friendship
~ A/N : written for this prompt ("It'll get better, right?") from @challengingwords with uhhh some modification. idk what it is about their prompts that make me want to write jackson + fluff/comfort but god if it isn't fun. lets me put the burden of all my emotional constipation on this y/n bitch.
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You’re about to turn into the garage when you’re stopped by a sleek, black sedan blocking your way. Also pulling into the garage. In the inky darkness of the night only slightly illuminated by streetlamps, it seems to blend into the background.
Their windows are tinted, but you have no doubt as to who’s inside, waiting for you to make the next move. You know he can see you, though. With a small nod, you back up a bit, so he'll have space to enter first.
To your amusement, he lets out a quick, little honk, as if in thanks, before he turns the car in. You slowly follow behind, moving into the second space next to the one where he’s shutting his engine.
You busy yourself with switching off the radio and gathering your bag from the passenger seat, vaguely wondering what on earth the two of you are going to do for dinner, now that you’ve both reached at the same, late hour.
As you push your door open and clamber out, you notice him standing at the entry to the house, his bag in one hand and phone in the other, typing as he waits for you to reach him. At the sound of your car door closing, he looks up, tired expression being slowly lit up by a small smile that you can’t help but mirror.
“Hello,” he softly says, pocketing his phone in favour of gently tugging at your willing hand the moment you’re close enough so you’re pressed right up to his side, welcoming the warmth and support and affection after such a long day.
You hum in greeting, immediately sinking into his frame, head tipping up until you’re looking at his face, dark circles, short stubble and all.
Shucking your bag up so it rests in the crook of your elbow, you bring your arm up to delicately trace along a wrinkle on his forehead, smoothening it as he lets out a small whoosh of breath.
You feel him squeezing your hand that's still tucked in his before he bends his neck to rest his head on your shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut, body melting. You would’ve crumbled under the weight, with all his muscle mass and all, if he hadn’t dropped his bag and wound an arm around your waist, holding the both of you up.
The lights in the garage are bright and you’re still keyed up from work, all analysis and logic, so it’s without much of a thought that when you start carding your fingers through his brown dyed hair, it morphs into scrutinising the strands. You’ve taken to looking for breakage these days, and you get inordinately excited when you find some. It’s like the satisfaction that comes with ripping apart a split end.
You feel a tiny pinch on your hip as Jackson mutters against your skin. “Stop searching for damage.”
Unfazed at being caught, you merely give the top of his head a little pat as you reply, “Couldn’t find any today, anyway.”
You’re saved the bother of listening to him whine by a rumble that emerges from your stomach, causing you to give a sheepish smile and a shrug as he resurfaces from the nook between your neck and shoulder, fixing you with a concerned but amused grin.
He dramatically clucks in faux-impatience, like an elderly female helper who’s fondly annoyed at her young charge for not eating enough. Reclaiming your hand, he shoots one last beady look at you before walking into the house, you snorting as you willingly do the same, linked hands gently swinging.
“What do we do for dinner?” he asks as he lets himself fall backwards onto the couch, pulling you too, so you land next to him, both your necks craned up, eyes shut as you face the ceiling, bags on the floor.
“Takeout?” you mutter. The dim indoor lights and the cushions under you, Jackson’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand, all lull you closer to sleep.
You feel him shift and you tilt your head to the side, summoning enough energy to crack open a single eyelid only to see him looking sorrowfully at his stomach.
“Goodbye, diet,” he mumbles as he slowly gives his abdomen a small pat with his free hand.
He recovers admirably well, though, swiftly taking his phone out of his pocket and beginning to order your usual.
Smiling at his antics, you let your head roll back to its initial position, eyelid fluttering shut again. “Don’t worry, you still have your nasty smoothie to look forward to in the morning.”
You hear the light taps of his phone as he places the order, letting out a satisfied hum when he’s done and immediately dropping the device on the sofa next to him before leaning back once again.
He shuffles a bit, and the next thing you know, your hand is being repeatedly, insistently tugged in his direction. Confused, you open your eyes and straighten up.
“Jackson, what – oof!”
He sighs in contentment above you, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other tucked behind his head supported by the arm rest. You, on the other hand, need to adjust a bit before you can reach his level of comfort, squashed as you are into his chest. You grunt as you push your way up so your head is in its preferred, warm shoulder nook, Jackson being of very little help and only slightly loosening his hold so you can reach your destination.
You suppose this is punishment for dissing his beloved smoothie.
Like he can read your mind, he says, “It isn’t so bad. You should try it sometime.”
You respond with a disgusted expression he can’t see and an ‘Ew,’ that gets you a chuckle in response. You feel the rumble of his chest underneath you, and smile in satisfaction.
“Weekend off?” you ask lightly once he’s silent again, partly to make sure he doesn’t fall asleep before the food comes and partly to ascertain whether you’re going to be facing another Jackson-less weekend without putting too much pressure on him.
The air changes, becomes a little more serious as he subtly grounds himself and sighs before replying, “Only Sunday morning. Rest of it’s booked.”
You try not to let your disappointment show, try not to seem too disheartened or sorry that he just cannot seem to catch a fucking break, but you aren’t known for being particularly good at acting.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, misinterpreting your silence for annoyance at him and immediately, you’re in a rush to clamber up to assure him how many ever times as required that he has nothing to apologise for, that he’s doing what he loves and all you want is for him to be healthy and happy and how is he supposed to be getting any rest if he can’t even get a weekend off?
The words stop at the tip of your tongue, your damning shyness that flares up at the very thought of expressing any strong emotion making you halt. You face him, your body held up by your arms resting on his chest as you try catching his evasive eyes.
You know, that if he weren’t so tired, he wouldn’t be so quick to just skim the surface of your quietness, would probably realise the true meaning behind it, but right now, you understand the need for softness, delicateness, stubborn reassurance.
Summoning all your reserves, you gently move his chin so he’s looking at you. “When can you take a break?”
He clears up a bit, momentary insecurity fading at the reappearance of his regular confidence. “Another month,” he replies, resigned.
It isn’t often you’re put in a position to play optimist in this relationship. That’s his job. You run on cynicism and a purely prepare for the worst, hope for the best attitude. But apparently, not tonight.
“That’s not too long,” you say, attempting for a cheerful tone. It doesn’t properly hit its mark, only eliciting a humourless titter at your poor attempt at optimism.
“One day at a time,” you insist, making sure he doesn’t look away, making sure he understands the conviction in your voice, making sure he knows that there may not be anything you can do about his schedule but you’re there for him, just like how he’s been there for you all those countless times that you’ve had a packed calendar.
With a soft kiss, you assert, strengthened by the returning light in his eyes, “It'll get better, yeah?”
You relish the exhale he gives, waving away the grateful ‘Thank you,’ and delighting in the subtle tightening of his insofar limp arm around your waist. You look at him for a few more seconds, making sure he isn’t going to slip back down before shuffling lower so you can go back to your previous, very comfortable position.
“We need to get up for food,” he chuckles, but he makes no move to change positions.
“We'll get up when it comes,” you reply, reaching up with a searching hand and patting blindly at his face, seeking to pacify.
The next thing you know, your hand’s been caught in the gentlest of grips and you feel him brush his lips across your knuckle.
You whine in mild consternation and bashfulness as you burrow yourself deeper into his neck, unsuccessfully attempting to hide your blush from him as he laughs knowingly, satisfied like he had intended this reaction, your hand still held in his.
“Ew,” you repeat again, giving rise to a louder peal of laughter, your unseen pout slowly, unstoppably growing into a small grin, like it always seems to around him, your fingers that were frozen in anxiety loosening and smoothly tangling with his.
It’ll get better.
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prettywordsyouleft · 2 years
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It’s A Date
Prompt: “Whoa. That’s not how it happened.” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #53
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x female reader (ft. Woozi)
Genre: fluff / brother’s best friend trope
Warnings: light cursing, protective brother, Y/N has a nightmare
Word count: 1321
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“You’re back earlier than expected,” your brother Jihoon announced as you stormed into your shared apartment, the sound of the front door slamming shut behind you rattling both men on the couch.
You drew up short when you saw Jihoon’s best friend Jeonghan next to him, groaning out loud at the cruelty of the universe. On the one evening where you wanted to throw a shit fit and be uncaring of how you did so, of course, Jeonghan was here.
And because he was your longest crush, you swallowed down the excessive nature of your rage. You were still simmering, however, and threw your bag down on the entryway stand. “I got stood up.”
“Y/N was on a date?” Jeonghan enquired, looking between you and your sibling for clarification. You wanted him to look disappointed, not interested.
Jihoon’s eyes narrowed. “I thought it was a study group.”
“It was. It was meant to be. Instead, they went to see a movie that came out today. Without me.”
“If you know that, then they didn’t stand you up, Y/N. They just changed their plans,” your brother reiterated, rolling his eyes at your theatrics. “Which sucks, but it happens.”
“They didn’t tell me. I waited outside in the freezing cold for an hour before I stumbled over an Instagram story of the two of them at the movies together.”
“Harsh,” Jeonghan commented before patting the empty spot beside him. “Can we help cheer you up? We’ve got popcorn and a movie on.”
You eyed the tempting offer. Normally, you wouldn’t hesitate, even with Jihoon’s not so subtle sighing that meant he wanted to spend time without his little sister interrupting it. But you were too dejected and knew your mood would ruin any type of company you attempted to keep.
“It’s okay, I’ll just go brood in my room.”
“They’re dicks, so don’t dwell on it for too long,” Jihoon commiserated, and you gave him a half-smile before trudging into your bedroom.
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At some point, you must have fallen asleep. You startled awake from a nasty nightmare and would have fallen off your bed had a warm hand not reached out to save you. You shrieked, which was instantly muffled by another hand. “It’s me, Y/N. Calm down.”
“…Jeonghan?” your grogginess evaporated as you stared at the man before checking yourself over to make sure you were decent.
“God, why would you even inspect yourself like that when it’s just me?” he murmured, removing his hands from you, and rubbing the back of his neck. “You know you’re safe around me.”
“I wasn’t… I didn’t… wait. Why are you in here in the first place? You know Jihoon would kick your butt if he ever found the two of us alone. He’s always talking about how he can’t even get a moment’s peace when we’re together. And that’s when he’s in the room. I doubt he’s—”
“The fact that your brother is ridiculously protective of you even around his longest friend is not something I want to get into at two in the morning.”
You arched an eyebrow at him in wild assumption, and Jeonghan hissed reproachfully. “Y/N, I don’t want to get into that either. I heard a noise coming from in here and came to check on you. Are you alright?”
Aside from being mortified that you so boldly rejected me just now, I’m peachy, you thought whilst feebly nodding. “What was the noise?”
“It sounded like someone was in here hurting you. You were whimpering and begging for help. I noticed it was a bad dream, so I shook you awake.”
“Oh.” You were thankful that Jeonghan hadn’t turned on the lights because you felt a flush make its way over your body. “You couldn’t sleep again?”
He smiled wryly. “You know more about my insomnia than your brother does.”
“We each have our roles in your life. I’m your friend too,” you reminded, and his lips grew into a smile.
“You are.” Sitting down next to you on your bed, Jeonghan stretched out his long legs before nudging you. “Was it a scary dream?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Glancing at him, you sighed. “Not really. I just feel cold right now.”
Jeonghan’s arm instantly wrapped around your shoulder, and you nestled into his side. “Let me warm you back up.”
“Jihoon will—”
“He’s asleep. And he’ll never know,” Jeonghan announced firmly, your body already relaxing against him. Perhaps you were still too exhausted to care about Jihoon finding you wrapped up in Jeonghan’s embrace, closing your eyes and listening to his even breathing.
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The morning arrived, and you felt far too hot for being just under your thin blanketing. Opening your eyes, you gasped when you realised you had fallen asleep with Jeonghan. He was still sleeping, his arms around you, holding you to his chest. Biting back a smile, you gazed at him, soaking in this rare opportunity.
“Did you seduce him in here?” a quiet voice asked, and you flinched, Jeonghan’s arms wrapping around you more tightly to settle you, exhaling a small murmur as he continued to rest.
You diverted your attention to Jihoon leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of coffee held in his hand.
“Whoa. That’s not how it happened.”
“He seduced you then?” Jihoon asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“What? No! You know he would never.”
Jihoon snorted. “I’ve been cockblocking him for years from you.”
“What?!” you squeaked out and blinked several times. Questions rallied to the surface of your mind, but you didn’t get a chance to ask them when Jeonghan finally stirred awake.
“You both going to keep talking about me as if I’m not in the room? I swear. You Lee siblings are the worst for holding conversations without including all parties in the same vicinity.”
“I wasn’t wanting to talk to you, merely about you,” Jihoon sardonically replied, shaking his head before walking out of the room.
You and Jeonghan stared after his departure before you turned to look at one another, stunned. “Did he just… leave us alone after finding us together?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out and then slumped into the bedding. “Because he trusts you to do the right thing.”
“The right thing by his books is to not even look at you,” Jeonghan pointed out, his hand reaching to smooth some of your bed hair away from your face. He seemed fascinated to do it, as if he never had the chance to look at you first thing in the morning before. And whilst he had seen you many times over the years, you guessed this was the closest moment he’d had. His lips moved into a lazy, satisfied smile. “He knows I do that all too often, though.”
“I’m not following you,” you admitted, and Jeonghan exhaled a deep breath.
“He wasn’t lying, Y/N. He has been putting himself between us for years.”
“Yeah but, you don’t—”
Leaning in to softly brush his lips against your cheek, Jeonghan watched as a dazed expression swept away your confusion. “I do. I have always liked you.”
“You have?”
“And I know you—”
“Okay, I tried. I really did,” Jihoon suddenly returned through the open door, breathing a little heavily. “If you’re going to have this heart to heart, I need to not be here. But the idea of it happening whilst you’re still in bed is doing me in, so, get out. Both of you.”
“What?!”
Jeonghan laughed heartily, prying himself away from your body, leaving you cold without him as he walked across the room. He patted Jihoon on the shoulder before looking back at you. “You’re right. This has been a long time coming. I’ll take your sister out for a breakfast date then. Will you be okay with that, Jihoon?”
“I—hey, I didn’t—”
You beamed at Jeonghan’s cheeky expression. “It’s a date.”
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challengingwords · 2 years
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Taco Date
Sung Yi watched as Mark wolfed down yet another taco before raising his hand to get the auntie’s attention. He looked to her, pausing as he looked at her plate.
“Are you not hungry?” he asked. She looked down at the food, blinking as she noticed the food slipping from her fork.
“Are you starving or something?” she asked. He shook his head. She felt her face fall flat as she rolled her eyes. She scooped up some of the pulled pork and ate it, looking around the restaurant. “Just curious, do you like this little taco shop a lot?” she asked. Mark was starting to dig into his flan as she spoke.
“Um…I guess as much as I like any other restaurant in Korea. Why?” She shrugged.
“I don’t know. I guess I was wondering how we always end up here when we are hungry.”
“I mean, it is close by and it isn’t super expensive either.” She bobbled her head.
“Valid point. And the food is good, too.”
“Exactly!” She grinned as she watched Mark return to his dessert with gusto.
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soybeantree · 2 years
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― ― → “are you really wearing that?”
pairing: jaebum x (reader) description: soft fluff and an ode to jaebum's bucket hats. submission for prompt #9 of challenging words. @challengingwords
word count: 260+​
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“Are you really wearing that?” You ask as Jaebum exits his apartment. You had thought that you had found all of his bucket hats and disposed of them. Somehow you managed to miss the construction cone orange one.
“It’s the only one I could find.” He shrugs, his hands tucked into his baggy gray pants.
“For good reason.” You huff. His face shrinks as he blinks at you. With a shake of your head, you push him aside and punch the code into his lock. “We are not going out with you wearing that. Don’t you have a cap or beanie? Even a fascinator with peacock feathers would be better.” The lock beeps, but Jaebum grabs your hand before you can open the door.
He pulls it close to his chest, trapping it between his palms. “We’re only going to the convenience store for snacks. Does my bucket hat really bother you that much?”
Yes? No? Concentrating while Jaebum is staring into your eyes and holding your hand so close to his chest that you can feel his heartbeat is really difficult. “What?”
He smiles, releasing a sigh of laughter. “Can we go? I’m hungry.”
With your thought and speech abilities still malfunctioning, you nod. He lowers your hand to his side but continues to hold it as the two of you head down the hall.
When you reach the street, you can think again. The orange bucket hat is atrocious, but you can handle it for now. However, once he takes it off, it will be finding a new home in the trash.
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fallinnflower · 4 years
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weakness
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wen junhui x reader (fluff, established relationship!au)
based on challenging words prompt 25: “come a little closer.”
wc: 500
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"Come a little closer," Jun coos, expression innocent. He bats his lashes at you, but the act isn't enough to make you waver — not when you can see the mischief behind his eyes. You shake your head resolutely and lean back into your corner of the couch, drawing your knees up. 
"Why not?" he asks, pouting perfectly.
"Because!" you snap, frowning. Jun merely blinks, and you cross your arms protectively over your chest. 
"You know why," you grumble. 
Honestly, you’re shocked you’ve gone this long without Jun finding out how ticklish you are. It's not like you were hiding it, but you did anticipate that his playful nature would lead him to exploit such a weakness once he realized it.
And you were right! Because here you were, sitting on the couch with your beautiful boyfriend giving you his sweetest act as he tried to coax you back into his arms mere moments after discovering your ticklishness. The nerve of him, really!
"I just want to cuddle," Jun explains, voice low and soft as velvet. "I have schedules all week, so I won't see you for a while… please, baobei?"
"Shut up," you groan, picking up a throw pillow from between you and burying your face in it. Unfortunately, you realize a beat too late that you've cleared Jun's path to you. By the time you think to rectify the situation he already has his arms around your knees, chin propped atop them. His adoring gaze brings warmth to your cheeks, and you narrow your eyes at him. 
"Y/N," he sings, grinning, and you shove the pillow in his face only to be met by his laughter. He pulls it from your grasp, sitting up and placing it behind your head so that you're trapped between his arms. His breath fans across your lips as his laughter stops, and he gently uses the pillow as leverage to bring your face closer to his. With a serious gaze, Jun says,
"If it really bothers you, I'll stop. You know that, right?"
You swallow thickly, looking into your boyfriend's dark eyes. His effortless switch from playful to somber had you flustered, not to mention his heart-fluttering words. Although your boyfriend could occasionally be a bit of a child, he still respects your boundaries — and you love him all the more for it. 
You avert your eyes, getting more flustered by the second, and shrug. 
"I mean, it doesn't really bother me, it's just"—
You cut yourself off with a yelp as Junhui once again begins to poke around your ribcage, laughing gleefully as you squirm and swat at his hands through your own laughter. Then, in an instant, he lifts himself over the back of the couch, and you scramble up off the cushions to pursue him as he retreats. 
"Wen Junhui!" His laughter is the only response you get, and as you barrel down the hallway after him you really think he'll be the death of you. 
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