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jakeyuni · 2 years

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⌗ 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄/𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖/𝐄𝐍- !

pairings: bf!en- x gn!reader | genre: fluff | cw: mentions of food & teasing | wc: 1.2k+ | playlist: everythinggoes — RM & nell, ivy — frank ocean

author’s note: ty for the request idea moonie! i tried my best to match their silly antics and habits with their personalities to the best of my ability :]. feedback is always appreciated!! <3

໒ ✿ HEESEUNG: ꒱

hee honestly just wants to go to bed but when you whine about wanting to do skincare together, he never resists it. so there you’ll be, touching up the last steps of your skin care, when heeseung comes up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist while you rub in the moisturizer while he just pouts and admires your attention to detail. you turn around to rub some into his skin as well, staring up at him and giving him one quick peck before you drag his arm to finally go to bed with you. the rest of your night routine consists of you two just cuddling while hee plants kisses on your head. heeseung is a sucker for you in his clothes so he’ll often convince you of not needing to wear your own clothes and put his hoodie on your form before smirking to himself, wondering about how he got so lucky to be able to do this all with you.

໒ ✿ JAY: ꒱

okay so honestly i think jay is already super prompt on skincare, like even if he doesn’t feel like doing it, he always does it anyway. and doing it with you?? always a bonus! the both of you will take turns washing your face, jay taking it upon himself to tickle your sides — to which you respond by jerking your elbow into his shin or ribs. he always groans in pain but his hearty laughs let you know that he’s just fine. the type to just stare at you in the mirror and compliment every dip, curve, spot, and pigment on your skin before leaving small pecks everywhere. you two going to watch a show for the remainder of the night. usually after the movie or show finishes, jay will make you some tea and you’ll sit in his lap just talking about whatever comes to mind. sometimes you two talk for so long you end up dozing off on the couch.

໒ ✿ JAKE: ꒱

ok!! so!! jake is soo hyped to do skincare with you. it’s the perfect way to wind down with his love at the end of a long and stressful day. both you and jake start off with washing your faces side by side, he’ll nudge into your space in the sink and wash his face while you side eye him — this being a nightly occurrence. but you can’t stay ‘upset’ at him for long, not when he kisses your cheek to see you pout. usually jake wants to mess with you a bit and splashes water in your face just to see you prance around him. why is your boyfriend such a menace? because he finds your annoyed state incredibly cute, duh! he also doesn’t mind the way you’re always persistent on choosing the show to watch after, whatever his baby wants, they get. to make up for his antics, jake will even go out to buy you some snacks so you can munch on them, he’ll even feed them to you if you allow him to.

໒ ✿ SUNGHOON: ꒱

hoon groans a bit whenever you leave his side from the couch and drag him to the bathroom to start doing your nightly skincare, but will cave in, eventually. at times since he’s usually quicker with everything than you, he’ll just stand awkwardly next to the door or lean on it and you’ll laugh at him, letting him know it’s okay to leave, but he refuses. then he just sits on the counter top watching you until you’re done with everything. as soon as you’re finished he makes you do a little twirl to see you in your pjs and adores you with compliments. you give him some smooches before scolding him for being so whiny about you wanting to go to bed; but he pledges to stop only if you give him cuddles, to which you obviously oblige. but his incessant snoring can be annoying causing you to toss and turn and shake him awake for your own sanity. (p.s: sunghoon falls off the bed at least once a week).

໒ ✿ SUNOO: ꒱

if there’s anyone in the world that literally persists you to join him for his skincare, it’s sunoo. you’ll both be washing each other’s faces while stroking the other’s cheeks and giggling because of how cute the bubbles look on each other. sunoo will insist on applying your lip balm every night, just so he can give you kisses later and using the excuse of how kissing you with lipbalm on transfers and saves product. you can only blush and roll your eyes at him, playing with his hair and putting it in a little ponytail so it stays out of his face for the night, he does the same for you. after all that, if you’re feeling creative you’ll play a board game or cuddle up and make some hot cocoa as he plays with your hair and braids it for you when you’re distracted by your phone. the night’s perfect with sunoo, no matter what you do.

໒ ✿ JUNGWON: ꒱

jungwon, as mature as he is, finds bothering you throughout the night absolutely hilarious. this boy will literally go out of his way to poke at your sides and finds it funny watching you flinch as you try to frantically wash the soap off that he caused to get into your eyes by teasing you. once you dry your face with your towel, you’ll see jungwon standing directly in front of you, staring at you with his boba eyes and biting his lip, looking all giddy because he can’t wait to cuddle with you. as soon as you’re both on the bed you do your own things until jungwon spoons you. the rest of the night consists of talking about what the both of you did that day and how you felt; the good, the bad, the mundane — all of it. jungwon’s always there to listen to you, no matter what it is you have to say.

໒ ✿ RIKI: ꒱

adores watching you in your own little world doing your skincare. he’ll stop brushing his teeth just to slightly smile and watch you brush your own, he thinks you always look so adorable. you’ll brush his hair and he’ll do the same for you. if you’re shorter than him, he’ll find you trying to reach up to comb through his strands incredibly amusing: taunting you and kissing the pout that forms on your lips before he crouches down to help your case. in bed, however, he’s a big cuddler. like…he wraps his legs around you and everything. it sometimes gets so hot so riki will throw the entire blanket on the ground, using you as his main source of heat instead. you sigh because you’re basically trapped but you shove him a bit — and when that doesn’t work you’ll kick him. to which he’ll momentarily whine about before snoring 10x louder than before.

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jakeyuni · 2 years

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⌗ 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎 !

pairings: bf!jake x gn!reader | genre: fluff, suggestive

˖𓂃 would pull you into his lap .

jake is definitely the type to want physical affection with his partner constantly and i just think that pulling you into his lap would make all his problems disappear, especially when he’s with you. jake would see you reading a book or scrolling on your phone next to him and he’d scooch so close to you and be all clingy, then you’d know he wants you in his lap. and so you’d cuddle on top of him while he peppers kisses all over your face.

˖𓂃 would rest his forehead on yours .

by this, i mean specifically during kisses. you know mostly not quick fleeting pecks, but after some good smooches and mostly make out sessions, jake would rest his forehead upon yours. he just finds it so endearing and it’s a wordless way of saying ‘i love you,’ once more after you both actually state the confession. it also gives the both of you time to catch your breaths and giddily smile while you blush and admire the other.

˖𓂃 would bite his lip .

whenever you do something or wear something, (cough cough, his clothes) — that jake especially finds you attractive doing/in, he bites his lip. you always catch him staring and suggestively biting his lip but you always push at his shoulders as he pulls you by your arm for a quick kiss to tell you that he loves you and only you. his lip bites often tell you how he’s feeling. whether it’s because he’s frustrated, concentrated, or admiring you. you always know which it is.

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jakeyuni · 2 years

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when two broken hearts collide | y. jungwon

“that’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be loved.”

SYNOPSIS: jungwon’s heart was just as broken as yours was. that’s why the universe urged him to find you at the right place, and the right time, when you both needed it most.

PAIRINGS: jungwon x gn!reader

GENRE: angst, fluff *happy ending!*

TROPE: strangers/friends —> lovers(?), hs au

WARNINGS: profanity, reader feels unlovable and has self esteem/self image issues, crying, mentions of betrayal, rumors + heartbreak

WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

PLAYLIST: freakin’ out on the interstate — briston maroney, sign of the times — harry styles

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i really thought this idea fit jungwon the best. this fic is honestly really self reflectant of my own emotions but writing this really did help me. i hope you all like it :]

yang jungwon had gotten his heart broken, and so had you.

jungwon felt like his heart would implode any second now. tears ran down his cheeks as he ran to the boys bathroom in hopes of crying out all the anger and remorse he was feeling.

you, on the other hand, let out choked sobs into your best friend’s chest as she shushed you and stroked your hair, telling you everything would be okay. when in fact the both of you knew that, no. everything would not be okay.

you wanted to be alone, truly. the warmth your best friend’s arms gave you was reassuring, but you really just needed to cry it all out by yourself. and the stares from people that were passing by you in the hallway weren’t making you feel any better.

you separated from your friend, telling her you needed to take some time for yourself. she simply nodded her head and rubbed at your sides before you began walking to your special place: the school bleachers.

you wiped off the snot and remaints of tears that continued running down your puffy face with your sleeves — despite knowing that wiping your face wouldn’t do your presence any justice.

the breeze was cool as it hit your face, accompanying the cold tears that stained your under eyes. you smiled softly at the refreshing feeling. everything felt so surreal and you just wished you could disappear for a moment.

your feet dragged along the pavement while you walked to the closed off space beneath the bleachers. there were students playing some sports considering it was your break period, but you managed to slide into the area without being noticed by anyone.

you curled your body into a ball, complete shade covering the previous light that shined on your melancholy figure. why me? why is it always me?

your question would never be answered because you truly didn’t know why it had always been you. you were never anyone’s first option. if you liked someone, they ended up liking one of your friends, anyway. you didn’t even know why you bothered trying with love anymore.

that’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be loved. if only you knew why finding love and being loved by someone would be so fucking hard. you couldn’t help but wonder if you were the problem. if you were simply that unlovable?

as you overthought everything about your worth while processing your emotions, jungwon’s back was glued to the back of the bathroom stall. his tears had stopped, but the quivering of his lip wouldn’t come to a halt. he had to muffle his own mouth to make sure no one heard him trying not to break down. he felt pathetic.

his emotions were so valid, though. i mean, how else was a boy supposed to feel when he found out that his best friend since he was a child, had betrayed him? jungwon’s best friend had spread a terrible rumor about him: ‘jungwon says disgusting things about girls and even rates them, his friend told me so himself!’ jungwon had heard from a student who was gossiping to his group while he was was walking to lunch. he remembers the way he stopped in his tracks and ran running towards his previously best friend, only for him to shun him away and act as if though he didn’t exist.

now none of that was true. jungwon was an absolute sweetheart, he was just lovesick and craved love like no other. a lot like you did. which is why he felt like the world was swallowing him whole when he found out that his best friend had spread such a lie just because he wanted the girl that jungwon had hopelessly been crushing over for the past couple months.

but at what cost did he start the rumor? were their years of friendship and love worth it? all for a girl, for a rumor? jungwon’s reputation was ruined, his image, everything. people gave him dirty looks everywhere he went. and he wanted noting more than to be told that this terrible time would pass. even if it felt never ending.

jungwon peeled himself off of the door, he faced himself in the bathroom’s mirror and fought the urge to let out a sob. he stretched his arms over either sides of the sink and bent his head low, eyes daring to look up into the mirror, but he shook his head, lowering it down to stare at the faucet as his eyes watered.

no, i’m done crying. jungwon stormed out of the bathroom. he knew he couldn’t keep crying between periods and holding in his emotions during class, just to go home and weep, then repeat the cycle all over again. every. single. day. like he had been doing for the past week.

he too, was headed for the same exact spot you were currently sitting in. neither of you caught each other in the spot, because you only came to it when you needed it most.

today, however, was different. today, would be the day the both of you would discover that the delicacy and raw aura that engulfs the spot beneath the bleachers; hidden away from the rest of the school to see, has always been shared by the both of you.

as you heard footsteps approach the area, you immediately backed up into the brick concrete wall, hoping whoever it was — was not coming your way. you didn’t need anyone bothering you right now.

your face of dismay turned more sour the moment you saw a shocked, but familiar — face peak into the foreclosed area.

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know anyone else came here,” jungwon uttered. he knew who you were, and you knew him. it’s just that, until now, either of you hadn’t really got the chance to talk to each other. besides making eye contact in class every now and then, the two of you were strangers.

you didn’t want to seem prude, considering jungwon’s face looked just as puffy as yours. and the way his voice cracked upon seeing you, you assumed that jungwon needed to be under the bleachers just as much as you did.

you shook your head. “no, it’s okay. sit down,” you advise as you scooch over to your left some and pat the now empty space beside you, offering a soft smile as jungwon’s eyebrows raise and he settles himself next to you.

it’s awkward for a couple of minutes. neither of you saying anything to each other despite the tension in the air being so thick you could cut it with a knife. it was as if you didn’t need to say anything; the both of you knew that the other was obviously going through something difficult.

nonetheless, the silence was replaced with the sound of the cement scratching as jungwon moved closer to you as he turned his body towards yours a bit. you were a little shocked but lifted your head from the wall behind you, staring at him questionably.

“today doesn’t seem to be our day, huh?” jungwon chuckles.

“no, not at all, to say the least,” your chest vibrates and you shiver not only because of how cold the atmosphere had gotten, but also because of the image you suddenly pictured of you bawling your eyes out ten minutes prior.

jungwon takes notice of your shivering form and he takes off his jacket to drape it across your shoulders, looking at you to see your reaction.

you begin taking it off of your shoulder and shake your head at him, trying to assure him that you’re okay, but he insists. “hey, just wear the jacket, alright? i’m happy to give it to you, it’s comforting to be with someone else right now.”

you blush at his words, he was such a gentleman. and you found it funny, really. the way you wanted nothing more than to be alone, but right now, you didn’t as much mind jungwon’s presence; because him being there with you was as warm and comforting as the sun shining on your beaming face.

you hum in response. “i like you being here, with me … y’know? i really needed this.”

jungwon looks at you to see you biting your lip, anticipating his response. as his eyes traced upward from your lips, to your nose, to your eyes, he noticed that they were watery. jungwon shushes you just as your friend had done earlier, but this time so quietly, that it’s barely audible.

he grabs ahold of your hand and rubs his thumb over the back of it. you sniffle as a tear runs down your cheek and you blink away the rest, not wanting jungwon to worry. you take jungwon’s other hand and do the same as he was doing to you, then finding it in you to rest your head on his shoulder.

he looks down at you and smiles, you were so pretty and never would he have thought that he’d be in this situation with the person he always admired from afar, but never found the confidence in himself to take things further. he thought he would have to stick with the intense eye contact that would occur between you both for the rest of his high school life.

“i’m not crying because i’m upset, well at least not anymore. it’s because i appreciate this,” you look up at jungwon and he pauses before speaking.

“i can tell. i think it’s because this — i mean, us being here, together, distracted the both of us from whatever we were thinking about so intently before.”

you wrap your arms around his waist and move closer, he gives in and puts his chin atop your head ever so softly. and in this very moment, for the first time in a long time, you felt so loved. and it was all because of jungwon; you swore you wouldn’t let this go, you wouldn’t let him go. not after this.

no more words had to be said because no matter the rumor, or the desperation of tenderness, all was fulfilled when you and jungwon were together. you were now his, and he was yours, even if it wasn’t audibly pronounced.

the way your figures clung onto the other before you walked back hand in hand to your next class, was all that needed to be in order to play out what the two of you were: two previous broken hearts that were now mended, together. forever.

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jakeyuni · 2 years

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— (06:28 pm) | bf!sunghoon x gn!reader • fluff, suggestive • valentine’s au • 0.3k

“hoon, you want a kiss?”

sunghoon smirks at your offer, closing his eyes and pouting out his lips — anticipating you to give him a kiss.

unfortunately for him, disappointment was handed to him as you took the unwrapped kiss chocolate that was close to fully melting and unfolded your hand, forcing sunghoon’s lips apart as he took in the sweet delight.

he bitterly opened his eyes and slowly began chewing the chocolate before swallowing. “that .. definitely wasn’t what i was expecting,” a look of annoyance on his face.

“why? what, you didn’t want the kiss?“ you bite back a laugh as he rolls his eyes.

“something along the lines of that, sure.” you tsk at his prudeness and go to lick the melted chocolate that was on the palm of your hand. making eye contact with sunghoon at the final lick of chocolate you sucked off of your fingers.

he scans your movements before raising an eyebrow at your not-so-innocent looking actions. or maybe, your boyfriend just had a really dirty mind.

sunghoon grips your wrist as he drags you onto his lap, taking the finger you were sucking on moments before and looking at it up and down, then looking into your widened eyes and going in for a kiss.

his tongue explores every corner of your mouth before you pull away for a breath. “my god, sunghoon, when are you not a perv?” you scoff.

“mm, not my fault the chocolate you were licking looked so sweet. just had to get another taste.” you bundle his shirt into a ball before giving him a peck to look at him smirking again as he topples you over, hovering over you.

“and i suppose .. the sweetness from the chocolate in your mouth wasn’t so bad either, what do you think? wanna find out if it‘s sweet enough?” your boyfriend taunts you before smashing his lips upon yours once again.

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jakeyuni · 2 years

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⌗ 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎 !

‣ LEE HEESEUNG

‣ PARK JONGSEONG

‣ SIM JAEYUN

‣ PARK SUNGHOON

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i would appreciate it if you guys interact with (reblog/like/reply) the individual installments/posts themselves rather than the masterlist. the masterlist is so that everyone can find the installments all in one post—for convenience. thank you! :)

#jakeyuni’s works #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcannons #enhypen hyung line

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jakeyuni · 2 years

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⌗ 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 - 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

meet - cute: (in a film or television show) an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

pairings: strangers —> lovers!en- x gn!reader | genre: fluff | cw: use of profanity & lmk if they’re any others (?) | wc: 2.2k + |playlist: 21 — gracie abrams (on repeat)

this isn’t proof read that well btw !! sorry if they’re any typos :(.

໒ ✿ HEESEUNG: ꒱

— the school meet cute ;

˖𓂃 bumping into each other on the way to class .

you and heeseung were both going to class and were coincidentally both late. or maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence. because the next thing you knew, you were bumping into each other; backpacks falling onto the floor as heeseung gets up first and looks at you on the floor with a look of worry and hurriedness on his face.

he offers you his hand and you gladly take yours into his as he pulls you up. “shoot i’m sorry, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good. thank you. i’m y/n by the way,” you reply while dusting yourself off.

“i’m heeseung.” heeseung takes a second to take in your features and gulps at the sight of you. oh, they’re really cute, he thinks.

your voice snaps him out of his trance as you say: “uhm so i gotta go i’m late for my literature class and it’s the first day.”

“oh you’re in mr.kim’s first-period literature class too?” heeseung asks.

“yeah i am! kinda funny huh?” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“sure is. i mean…since we’re both already late, mind walking to class together?” heeseung asks while rubbing his nape.

“i don’t see why not!” you cheekily grin at heeseung as you walk with him, shoulder to shoulder.

you stroll into class with several pairs of eyes scanning the both of you but you don’t mind as you sit beside each other and turn to the other before giggling. heeseung and you share a few glances before you start catching up on notes.

໒ ✿ JAY: ꒱

— the café meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 ordering the same thing at a café .

you were at the front of the store, ordering your usual drink and food. you were about to pay, when you suddenly hear a voice from beside you.

“hey, we have the same exact order. isn’t that a once in a lifetime experience?” the man says chuckling a bit, his credit card in hand as he gives it to the cashier.

“what’re you doing?” you ask confused.

“paying for the both of us. make that two.” he says, referencing to the number of orders. the cashier takes the man’s credit card and pays for your food and drinks.

“uhm, who are you?…and why’d you just pay for me?” you question the stranger.

“oh yeah, sorry. should’ve introduced myself. i’m jay. jay park. and i know this seems weird but when i heard you in front of me — ordering the same exact thing i would, i had the sudden urge to pay for you too. i don’t know. it seems silly but i felt like it’d be wrong to not to do so?” he meekly smiles at you.

you laugh a bit and tuck your hands into the pockets of your sweats. “i see. i mean honestly, i’m not complaining. that was a really sweet thing of you to do, jay. i’m y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.” jay greets. your orders are called out to be taken and you go up to retrieve the both of them.

“wanna eat together? think it’d be odd if you pay for our things and we don’t get to know each other, right?” you ask.

“of course, i’d love that.” jay responds while grabbing his order from your hands. he points to a small table at the back of the café, “how about we sit over there?”

໒ ✿ JAKE: ꒱

— the park meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 having their pet approach you in a park .

you were seated by your favorite tree in the park. this was your favorite time of the weekend: a book in hand, the breeze flowing in your hair, the beautiful scenery of flowers and trees in front of you, all while you sip on your favorite coffee/tea to keep you warm amidst the chilly weather.

it was so peaceful. that was until a big blonde fluffy dog, with one of the happiest smiles you’d ever seen, came running up to you. dropping a ball that was previously in his mouth, in front of your lap.

you stare at the dog in awe and begin petting its fur. cooing at how friendly it is. not noticing when the dog’s owner comes running up to you.

“layla, there you are! oh my gosh you scared me. i thought i’d lost you!” you look up at the boy and give him a reassuring smile.

“i’m guessing she’s yours?” you ask, still petting layla as she nuzzles into your hand further.

“she sure is. and she seems to really like you.” the boy bends down to your level and begins petting layla along with you. “i’m jake.”

“y/n.” you say. making eye contact with the boy. “layla is so adorable.”

jake can’t stop himself from staring at you as you admirably continue playing with his border collie.

“so are you.” jake doesn’t know where those words came from, but he’s glad he said them. because the smile you gave him in response, followed by your number, would lead to his happiest self ever.

໒ ✿ SUNGHOON: ꒱

— the airplane meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 being seated next to the other on an airplane .

you had been eyeing a certain cute boy ever since you arrived at the airport. and when you saw that he was at the same terminal as you, you figured there’d be a good chance that you would end up on the same flight.

and it’s like the universe was listening to you: because the moment you were seated, a sigh of relief leaving you as you could finally take a breath, it was as if though your lungs collapsed the moment the same boy from earlier — sat down beside you.

you knew you would be sitting next to a stranger. but what were the odds of that stranger being the very boy you were eyeing earlier?

“hey.” the boy speaks, turning slightly to look at you.

“hey..” you greet back. flustered beyond belief but managing to keep your composure.

“i’m sunghoon. just thought i’d let you know .. giving we’re going to be seated next to each other for half a day.” he smiles at you brightly.

“ah nice to meet you, sunghoon. i’m y/n.” you turn more towards him and shift closer. he does the same — to your surprise. and this gives you the leisure to say what you wanted, especially since you never knew if you’d see sunghoon again after the flight.

“by the way…you’re really cute, sunghoon.” you curtly say. eyes finding interest in his hands on his lap, avoiding his own.

“oh, so that explains the staring.” he chuckles.

“you saw me staring?“ you blurt out.

“only because i was staring at you when you weren’t staring at me. or when you were staring at me, you didn’t see me looking at you back.” he says, shrugging.

your lips curve into a line at the thought of sunghoon finding you cute too. “guess that means we have a lot to find out about each other, don’t we?”

໒ ✿ SUNOO: ꒱

— the school meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 being caught when tripping .

you were walking hurrying out of class, eager to get to your locker before the swarm of underclassman practically running to get to the lunch line blocked you from doing so - when you trip.

shit, you think to yourself — as you stumble backwards before a pair of hands from behind you steadies you from falling further.

you stiffen up at the sudden touch and proximity with the stranger. your instincts causing you to turn around quickly. but fate was obviously not on your side today; because turning around only caused you to collide your head into the chest of the boy.

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry. i’m kind of a mess today.” you speak out as you take a step backwards. a sigh escaping your lips at your flustered state.

you look up to see that the stranger, is actually your crush. kim sunoo. who had left the same class as you, and was luckily, in your case, trudging right behind you to his locker - that was a couple lockers down from yours. that was, until you almost fell and he was just in the right place and time to save you.

“oh no! i’m just glad you’re okay, didn’t want you actually falling… or anything.” sunoo laughs out.

sunoo seems a bit uneasy as if he has something on his mind. you’re not aware that he’s actually contemplating taking this rare moment of interaction to subtly tell you he likes you.

deciding that it was now or never, sunoo goes for it. meanwhile you begin to awkwardly fiddle with your fingers and blush.

but, you begin blushing even more when sunoo suddenly reaches out to hold your hand — which you think is just a polite attempt to make you feel less embarrassed; either way, it works: but in more ways than one. because it’s almost as if you’re a natural at holding his hand.

“let’s walk to our lockers together?” sunoo cheekily asks. (but let’s be honest, he wasn’t really asking. was he?)

໒ ✿ JUNGWON: ꒱

— the library meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 grabbing for the same book .

you were delicately running your fingers over the several books from the harry potter series when the goblet of fire edition caught your eye. you’d been searching to borrow this book for months but whenever you went to look for it, it was always gone. today was your lucky day, however.

or so you thought.

just as you were about to pull the book out of the shelve, a boy — who previously was not in your line of sight, went in to grab the book along with you. he was so close to you. and as you looked over to examine his movements more closely, you couldn’t help but notice his cat like eyes and perfectly parted hair. oh and those broad shoulders of his.

“uhm this is kinda awkward.” the boy retracts his hand and stands by you. “you can have it if you want.” he motions towards your fingers grasping onto the book with his head.

you’re brought out of your trance by his words and pull the book completely out of the shelf. looking down to contemplate if you really want to just end your interaction with the boy, or possibly get to know him a bit more while you have the chance.

“no it’s okay! maybe…we could check it out and read it together?” you nervously bite your lip at your suggestion. i barely know him! i cant believe i just asked him that.

“that sounds like a great idea!” the boy says. your cheeks puff and a smile grows on your face at his response.

“i’m jungwon. you?”

“y/n.”

“nice to meet a fellow potter head, y/n.” jungwon smirks as he swiftly snatches the book out of your hold and shoves one of his hands into his slacks, reading over the cover of the book while walking to the check out lane.

they’re cute, he thinks.

໒ ✿ RIKI: ꒱

— the school meet - cute ;

˖𓂃 being paired up together for a project .

riki nishimura, also known as your crush in science class who sat beside you, was breathtakingly beautiful. it’s a shame that you wouldn’t be able to admiringly stare at his gorgeous side profile like you had been for the past 4 months; it was a new semester, meaning new seats. you wouldn’t be seated next to riki anymore.

but you wouldn’t switch seats before you completed your final project together. it was a chemical lab, meaning you had to talk to riki more than normal to cooperate. and you couldn’t have been more thankful for whatever wished this upon you.

as you and riki are received the paper with your objective for the lab written on it, you look at each other immediately. he scoots closer to you and you turn to gauge your positions better.

“this doesn’t…look too hard, right y/n?” riki asks.

“you’re right. doesn’t seem too bad. we can definitely do this well.” you pop a quick side smile and look up to see riki’s eyes glancing at your face, not seeking to tear apart from you any time soon.

your moment ends by the cue of the bell. luckily, before you are forced to say your goodbyes to riki, he stops in front of you.

“how about you come over to my place later today so we can get started on this project.” there’s a slight pause as riki takes a step forward. “and maybe even go out for ice cream after? if that’s okay with you?”

you close the distance between the two of you. “i like the sound of that, nishimura.” you sleekly respond. not before purposely fluttering your hands over his before you leave with a wide grin.

glancing back as you see riki still staring at you, smiling just as bright at you; with the same amount of butterflies, too.

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devil’s advocate | p. jongseong

“i’m the devil’s advocate, you don’t know the half of it.”

SYNOPSIS › park jongseong was known to be incredibly fucking insatiable … you just wish that someone could have found the chance to tell you that park jongseong was also a fucking menace. your menace, nonetheless.

PAIRINGS › jay x fem!reader

TROPE › strangers + best friends —> lovers

GENRES › fluff, angst, suggestive

WARNINGS › profanity, mentions of rumors & self doubt, LOTS of flirting, pet names, making out, mutual pining

WORD COUNT › 4.5k+

PLAYLIST › devil’s advocate — the neighbourhood, anti-romantic — txt, double take — dhruv, lost — frank ocean

AUTHOR’S NOTE › yay to the release of this fic !! i love love how it turned out & i hope it makes you melt and gush while reading, just as much as i did while writing it :)

park jongseong was known to be incredibly fucking insatiable. - as said by many of the girls at your school, of course. you, on the other hand? didn’t find him so intriguing. sure, he was the son of your school district’s ceo; he also had the looks, mannerisms, and grades to go with his entire image. other than that, you never understood what people found so enticing about him.

you just wish that someone could have found the chance to tell you that park jongseong was also a fucking menace.

you didn’t know what to think of him when you heard that he was a huge fuckboy that used girls like they were toys; how he was all ‘daddy’s money’ and was mooching off his wealth for his own advantage. explanatorily adding to why people assumed that’s why he had such a clean record - because whenever he got into ‘trouble’ he would always have an upper hand and was able to have his slate wiped clean just by the snap of his father’s fingers.

the unfortunate part is that you had to find this piece of knowledge on your own. being paired up with jay to work on your literature final was something you definitely weren’t looking forward to. but you also couldn’t say you didn’t expect something like this to happen sooner or later.

you didn’t know if it was karma for being so invested in the drama and eating it up just because of how stressful school was. still, you figured that the least you could do is put up with jay until the final was over. plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about whether or not jay and his personality lived up to his rumors.

having exchanged numbers with jay to map out your working schedule and locations gone by smoothly, you thought he was a normal guy. suddenly you felt bad for being so invested in all the talk that revolved around him. regardless, you found yourself shaking off your guilty sentiments.

a week after exchanging numbers and discussing, you both planned to meet up at your house at 6pm on a friday after school. the time might have not been ideal but you wanted to get started as soon as possible. the reason being that other than you being studious and serious when it came to projects and your education in general, as was jay - which you’d find out later on.

so, here you were. jay sitting idly beside you in your bed with both of your laptops laid out on top of your laps and piles of books from shakespeare, aristotle, and other philosophers as such scattered across the expanse of your bed. two hours in, and you were exhausted. you barely talked to jay during this time as you didn’t know what to say, plus the both of you were so invested in completing the first part of your final you’d planned to finish today - efficiently, that talking never crossed either of your minds.

you were just glad there wasn’t any awkwardness lingering in the air. that was until you found yourself staring at jay. not really knowing why, but it was like your eyes had a mind of their own. you figured it was the exhaustion taking over you. nevertheless, you didn’t tear your eyes away from his figure.

okay, so maybe. just maybe, you kind of understood why everyone was so smitten over this boy.

it could be his half sleeve of tattoos on his left forearm, you thought. eyes wandering over the expanse of his broad chest all the way down to his buff arms and veiny hands.

or the way his one cheek slightly lift upwards to subconsciously form a smirk. it could even be the pouty face he makes when he’s deep in concentration. maybe it’s because of the way his walk is so elegant and prideful it screams ‘rich.’ or perhaps it’s his cat-like eyes and how his soft hair tousles in his palms when he extends his hand to push it back every now and then. and -

“what’re you staring at, doll?”

shit.

god. you hated him. you ignored his nonchalant use of the word over text for your own insanity: “yeah, sounds good doll,” or “whatever works for you, babe.” you hated how he so easily managed to slip such intimate pet names from his lips as if they held no meaning. most of all, you hated how you practically internally melted at the choice of his words. you couldn’t take it anymore.

so maybe park jongseong was insatiable. and you hated yourself for it, more than you claimed to dislike him. because in reality, you really just resented the effect he had on you. it was so effortless and you’d never seen someone pull off flirting (if you could even call it that), quite the way jay did.

even then, maybe him being so attractive tied into all the shit talk that surrounded his name. you didn’t think much of anything anyone told you at the time and deciphered that they were just sick and twisted rumors. but jay’s flirtatious ways only further indulged your curious state. and now you were starting to question your choice of giving him the benefit of the doubt. if he wasn’t’ such a fuckboy then why was he referring to you as ‘doll’ and ‘babe’ so easily? maybe it was better for you to play it safe after all. you didn’t want to get into something you could never live up to.

“i’m not staring at you, jay. just waiting to see if you’re done with your part yet. i’m hungry.” you say in a mono-toned voice, staring at your screen trying to avoid his gaze.

“m’kay well, i’m done now. wanna order some food? it’s on me.” he responds, shifting closer to you, his head dipped slightly so he could get a better look at your face under all the hair that covered your side profile.

you almost wince at the proximity. “yeah.” you say. “but i can pay, don’t worry about it.” your breath slightly hitches and you mentally slapped yourself. keep it together. “i’ll order us some takeout, is that okay with you?“

“yup.” he responds, eyes never leaving your figure. you pull out your phone and go on the app. jay tells you his order and you add yours but before you can press ‘order,’ jay grabs your phone out of your hands.

“hey! give that back, what’re you doing?” you ask surprised and confused.

“you’re not paying. i’m adding my credit card and charging it to pay.” before you can oppose his offer, he’d already pressed ‘order.’

your heart panged at his generosity. you don’t know why but you felt guilty. jay could sense your hesitance by the way your face contorted. “hey, it’s alright really. it’s the least i could do. you offered for us to work at your house first anyway.”

at this, you nod. but your thoughts never stop spiraling. you had to get some answers, and the silence while waiting for your food to arrive was deafening. not knowing anything about who the real jay was because of the seemingly infinite and different things everyone was saying about him was killing you.

with your sudden surge of confidence, you shift and turn your body so you're facing jay completely. “do you know what people say about you?” his face turns from a curious one to a taken-aback one, eyebrows furrowing at your bluntness. your voice falters a bit before continuing. “i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean for it to come out that way. it’s just that i’ve heard so many things about you and almost all of them have been negative.” you lick your lips before continuing. “what’s bugging me the most, is that it seems to me that people have it all wrong about you and you don’t appear to be the type of boy they describe as. sure, that doesn’t explain why you call me pet names and address me like i’m your girlfriend but-”

“yeah i know.” he says chuckling. your eyes widen at his humorous mood change. you thought he’d be upset. “i know they talk shit about me and how they think i’m a drug dealer, or that i’m in a gang, beat people up, and more. new rumors and shit about me is spread every week. there’s nothing i can do about it though, it’s not like caring will change their views of me. so i just ignore it.”

to say you were in awe of his intellectuality and how strong-minded he was an understatement. it’s so fucked up. the way people believe others so easily. all for a couple of entertaining minutes of gossip. never paying any kind to how detrimental lies could be to someone.

“gosh. i’m sorry jay. really, i feel bad for assuming and believing all this shit. i know you’re not-“

“shh it’s okay, truly. i just appreciate being friends with someone who gets my point of view, y’know?”

jay notices the way your head snaps upward and how your eyes suddenly meet his upon him calling you his friend. while your eyes focus on his to sense any ounce of fake sincerity, all you see is his smirk and genuine fondness blooming over his face.

and with the ring of your door bell signaling the arrival of your food, you realize that this project was definitely going to mark the beginning of a blossoming friendship.

you’d never guessed working on a project with jay would lead you to sitting where you were now: in your local favorite café spot with jay that you always went to. so how’d you go from pretty much being skeptical of jay’s every movement to being his best friend? let me lay it out for you.

jay and you aced your final project and the presentation combined. you remember the way he sent a knowingly not-so-discreet victory-rooted wink at you when you looked at him across the classroom just as your teacher announced some of her favorite presentations. you guys came in at first place, obviously.

the following week jay would insist the both of you study together for the rest of your finals. to which of course, you obliged. you two would visit the same café almost every day of the week. spending hours learning more about the other.

from all those café dates you came to know that jay, unbeknownst to you prior, was quite the fashionista. there was never a day he looked even mildly ‘bad.’ it was just simply a word that didn’t associate with jay, even if he was wearing a simple black hoodie and grey sweatpants. and to his delight, he never failed to notice your lingering stares at him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. but he definitely did notice. and though you may look away every time jay teased you for blushing and trying to pry answers out of you, you were hoping he had noticed your stares. just because that’s how you were. not one to say much, but always leaving hints of your growing feelings for jay here and there.

you also came to learn that besides jay being a flirt and teasing you constantly, he was a sweetheart. always asking you if you’d eaten, carrying your books for you, scolding you when you’d procrastinate, paying for all of your food together and never insisting otherwise, helping you with your god awful math homework, always driving you home, etc.

but most memorably, jay lending you his baggy hoodies and sweatpants when you would spontaneously sleep over at his place after going on a late night drive together in his car; his r&b playlist blasting through the speakers as he placed his hand on your thigh so naturally it made you jump the first time he did it (not before asking you if it was okay, of course).

your guess was that the smooth beats and the way you were constantly staring at his defined and gorgeous side profile gave him the confidence he needed to also look fondly at you before making his move.

but anyways, back to the café you were at right now.

“god, i’m so glad finals are over.” jay says as he stretches his limbs and does that oh so attractive arms behind the shoulders thing while yawning a bit.

“mm, me too. i just, cant believe we became friends because of a fucking english project out of everything. isn’t that kind of insane. like what if we’d never become friends?”

jay hums at your affirmation. “i mean … honestly? i don’t even know where i’d be right now. this is gonna sound cheesy — but i’m so grateful for you y/n. i guess i’d just still be admiring you from afar.” he spits out the last sentence rather quickly.

you raise a brow at his response. “what do you mean by that jay … ? ‘admiring you from afar?’”

“uhm nothing! just that i’ve always found you really pretty and …” jay’s train of thought was disrupted by your words.

“pretty? you think i’m pretty jay?”

“yeah, amongst other things. gosh you’re so oblivious, honestly y/n, you really think i flirt with every girl i come across. thought you wouldn’t ever give into the rumors.” jay scoffs at the sound of you gulping.

“that’s not what i meant, but no jay. you don’t understand,” you seethe. “you can’t just call me ‘doll’ and ‘darling’ and not expect me to be confused when i know for a fact that i’m not the first girl to be called any of those before.” your voice comes out a bit broken as you frustratedly run your hands through your locks.

“oh. i’m sorry i didn’t think the rumors would affect you the way they do, even if they are false. i should've reassured you. i guess i shouldn’t have expected you to know that i like you.” jay’s head drops at the confession and you’re barely able to make out what he said.

“i’m sorry, what was that?”

“you’re serious right .. please don’t make me repeat myself y/n.”

“jay, i am fucking serious, i don’t even know what you said or if i heard you correctly because i swear for a second i thought you sai-”

“i like you y/n!” jay blurts out a bit too loud. subsequently looking around and meeting questionable gazes from other regulars in the café. he grows more embarrassed by the second. it’s rare that the park jongseong becomes embarrassed and blushes because of a girl. which he can’t even recall the last time someone made him feel so loved and gave him butterflies at every given moment. it was now or never.

his feelings become more clear to him by the second as he regains his confidence and grabs your hands. your mouth is agape and pupils are blown wide open as you stare at jay in disbelief.

“you … like me? like — like-like me? because like i don’t even know jay … do you hear yourself right now?” you pause to collect yourself and break eye contact. you literally pinch yourself in an effort to make sure that — yes! this was in fact real. and park jongseong, the school heartthrob. the boy of your absolute dreams. which is ironic because you actively swore you hated him upon first meet, just fucking confessed to you.

jay becomes a bit upset at the doubtfulness lacing your voice. “of course i like you y/n. how could i not?” if only you could see yourself from his eyes. your beauty, your acts of service, along with the awkwardness and dorky habits that emitted from your personality. all things that he admired about you and everything that made him realize why he was so smitten for you to begin with.

“i don’t know, i guess i’m just not used to getting this kind of attention. i’m also sort of self-conscious because i mean .. i never really pegged myself as the type of girl you’d come to like?” you sigh at your admission. hesitantly making eye contact with jay again as you look at him.

“please y/n. please believe me when i say you’re the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. everything about you makes me want to leave my past behind. to ignore all the shitty things that are said about me. especially when i have you by my side. makes me want to become a better person and spend every waking moment being the best possible version of myself. all because of you. all for you.”

you smile at his response and bite your lip, shyly nodding before going: “fuck it. i like you too jay. i like you so, so much that it’s’ concerning how much i find myself unable to stop thinking about you. i cant hide the way i feel any longer. i was going to confess sooner or later anyway.”

jay lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding at the sound of your confession. going to pull your hands closer to his and intertwine his fingers with your own as he caresses the side of your hand with his thumb. “gosh, y/n. i thought i was going to be left hanging by the girl of my dreams!” jay exclaims. dramatically grabbing at his chest to amplify the impact of your words.

you almost snort at his god-awful - but endearing, foolishness; opting to giggle instead. “‘girl of my dreams,’ geez jay we just confessed to each other. save the cheesiness for later, yeah?”

“hey! it’s never too soon to be cheesy.” you hum at his words. deciding to get up from your side of the booth and sit beside jay in his own booth as he slides further in, his back hitting the wall.

jay welcomes you with open arms. one arm slinging around your shoulder while the other wraps around your waist snuggly. you melt into jay’s touch as you play with his hand that’s dangling from the side of your shoulder. your head resting on his chest.

not a care in the world for the heavy eyes on the both of you or the stares of admiration from the regulars in the café. “i cant believe i finally got the chance to confess and do this” — jay motions to the position you both were currently in, — “with my girlfriend, nonetheless.”

you blush at jay’s use of the word girlfriend, turning around to press a quick peck to his lips, then turning back to lay your head on his chest. jay clearly satisfied but surprised, in turn, begins peppering flutters of kisses all over your face from behind. all while unbeknownst to him, your skin flushes like never before.

“me neither, boyfriend.”

“jay this better be good, because why in the literal hell are you calling me at three in the morning? you ask while attempting to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. a yawn escaping your mouth, making jay chuckle from the other end of the line at your cuteness.

“i’m sorry! it’s a surprise ~.” he purposely drags out the ending of the word in hopes of convincing you to join him on his late night rendezvous and escaping a scolding from you later on. “be ready in 20. i’ll be waiting outside!” before you get a chance to respond, jay hangs up.

jay arrives to your place in his mercedes. and you think that maybe it’s the luxury of his car and the memories it brings back of your late night drives together. or the sudden rush of adrenaline that makes you excited for what’s to come. or perhaps it’s the man standing beside the car itself that makes your heart pang faster. jay’s dressed similarly to you. sweatpants and a black t-shirt hugging his muscled torso and arms. hair a bit messy but prettier than ever. you gulp at the sight.

likewise, jay mutters a quiet ‘oh fuck’ under his breath at the sight of you in all your sweatpants and hoodie (which is his by the way) glory. you don’t notice his staring until you come to him face to face and have to wave your hand in front of his face to check if he’s okay.

“you good, jay?” your eyes narrowing in confusion.

“mhm, just peachy,” he responds. rushing to open the car door for you. you don’t say anything at his promptness. but the way his voice cracks a bit gives you all the information you need to know about what he was thinking.

the ride to the unsaid location was calming for the most part, aside from your constant nagging to jay about where you were going. but he never budged. settling on moving his hand on your thigh to shut you up. a smirk forming upon his face as he looked at you every now and then. only for you to move your attention from his face to the scenery outside the window due to the tension. the stars gleaming brightly under the moonlight.

you cooed at the destination that jay had brought you to. a beautiful hill top that provided the prettiest view of the city beneath you. giving you the perfect sight from the highest peak of all the buildings and signs. all glimmering — despite the lack of light in the night. as jay opens the car door for you, you immediately jump into his arms and loop your arms around his neck, going to kiss him without a word said. despite your reluctance to separate, jay rubs your back and pulls away. “save more of that for later, mkay? i have something to show you right now.”

“fineeee.” you whine. jay intertwines your hands together before opening the trunk and taking out a basket with a blanket, sheets to lay on the grass, a speaker, along with your favorite snacks. he remembered what i like, you thought.

jay asks you to stand where you are while he assembles your little picnic set up; laying the sheets onto the grass and putting the speaker to the side. getting up, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and leads you to the setup. sitting first with the blanket wrapped around his figure, he opens half of it so that you can sit in his lap. when you oblige, he wraps the blanket around the both of you before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“this is so .. perfect jay. i cant believe you did this for me.” jay caresses your neck mindlessly.

“of course, my love. i wanted to do something special for you. for our first date.”

“first date?” you reply.

“yes. well, i couldn’t let my baby think that our first date was when we confessed to each other at the cafe! no, that’s just our special place. our place that we’ll always go to no matter what.”

you swore you could cry at jay’s sincerity. the way his voice was always as sweet and gentle as honey when he spoke to you. the way everything about him radiated pure fondness for you. “gosh i am so in love with you, park jongseong. you know that, right?” you look up at him with gleaming eyes, a bit watery due to how admired you felt right in this moment.

“and i, my y/n, love you more than anything — more than anyone. you make me whole.”

“and you, make me complete. i love you too, park.”

“so much for not being cheesy y/n.”

“hey! you’re ruining the moment, i thought we were being cute, loser.” you say rolling your eyes.

“well, you’re always cute to me y/n.” jay states, one hand going to run through his hair.

“just shut up and kiss me already. can’t take your ass flirting anymore.” you spit out with a fake pout forging your lips.

“oh that, i’ll do.”

jay’s eyes flicker down to your lips as he cups your jaw. you move your body completely on top of jay’s lap and straddle him. languidly closing the distance between you two, hands finding themselves around his neck. jay kisses you so softly at first. taking his time to savor this moment of intimacy. your taste, your ragged breaths, and the expanse of your figure under the moonlight — making you look like an absolute ethereal angel whenever his eyes fluttered open to scan over your needy self.

but all that changed the moment you let out a slight whimper. jay thought you sounded so pretty and desperate, all for him. taking this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. you tilted your head at his action to kiss him deeply. jay groans at this, and you smile into the kiss at the sound of him being pure putty under your touch. you begin moving your hands up at down his broad chest as his lower themselves down your back.

let’s just say that jay dropped you off right after sunrise so no one would suspect your absence. your clothes all messy and wrinkled more than they already were before you left, but you didn’t mind. jay pulls you in for one last kiss before making sure you enter your home safely.

and as you push your back against the front door to process all that had just happened with your head tilting upwards and eyes closed, you couldn’t help but think about how fucking lucky you were. how life is just as crazy and uncalled for as you’d ever imagined it to be.

so yeah, park jongseong was in fact a menace. a menace that never ceased his risky or impulsive actions, flirty words, endearing habits, and his nerdy rants. but at the very least, all of that was reserved just for you: his one and only love.

park jongseong, was your devil’s advocate. but in the best way possible. one that encouraged you to see a new and reborn side of yourself. you brought out the best in each other, with the perfect amount of balance.

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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⌗ 𝐄𝐍- 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 !

pairings & trope: friend(s)!en- x gn!reader, —> lovers | genre: fluff + a bit crack cus nervy enha :> | cw: profanity | wc: 0.9k | playlist: ghosting — txt, lover’s rock — tv girl

໒ ✿ HEESEUNG: ꒱

the moment he sees you hand him a letter, his heart literally caves into his lungs. like … you have no idea how much this boy likes you back. he takes your letter immediately, ripping it open while trying to look cool, but the way he’s unconsciously biting his lip, says otherwise. his eyes quickly skim through the letter, and he breaks out into a wide smile. literally the most bright you’ve ever seen him smile. without any words, heeseung takes you into his arms, you reciprocate the hug. “i can’t believe you like me back?” heeeeung speaks out, still in disbelief. “of course i do, hee.”

໒ ✿ JAY: ꒱

this dude tries SO HARD to look all smug and play it off when you tell him you like him, but he can’t not leave you in silence while you nervously play with your fingers — ready to sprint in the other direction and never come back. that’s why jay huffs out a laugh, a silent ‘oh wow’ being heard from him. you take that as a ‘he doesn’t like you, maybe you should run away ..’ but jay takes your hand just when you’re about to turn the other way. not knowing how to word his feelings for you but wanting you to know he likes you back: “i like you too, y/n. very much.”

໒ ✿ JAKE: ꒱

jake is also the type to have his heart sink (so basically heeseung 2.0); because his eyes literally widen so far and he does that little head to the side flick thing he does. and he kinda goes silent for a second to just .. process everything from you looking so cute in front him to how he can’t stop thinking about you rehearsing what you would say/how you’d confess and everything. but after, he stumbles over his words, despite being the cocky shit he usually is. until, he manages to finally say: “oh my gosh, i like you back, y/n. wait this is real, right?”

໒ ✿ SUNGHOON: ꒱

he being the shy mf he usually is comes out even more when the person he likes most literally confesses to him, and on the day of love too? he practically melts on the spot. but instead of going silent, he starts saying incoherent things so you literally have to ask him if he’s okay. which causes him to take a deep breath and straighten himself out before he can officially gather the right words to say to you. he takes another deep breath and honestly feels like a fool for not being able to contain his composure. yet, he forgets all about his embarrassment when you jump in his arms when he says: “i’ve been waiting for you to say that for ages.”

໒ ✿ SUNOO: ꒱

sunoo instantly starts blushing and goes to cover his mouth, covering the big ass smile that’s shining beneath. you nervously laugh with him because you don’t know if he’s laughing out of disgust or happiness. regardless, you hope for the latter and are granted with your wish as sunoo goes to hold your hands, bringing you so much closer. “i’ve liked you for such a long time, y/n — you have no idea how happy i am right now.” you felt like kissing him but you were in public, which is why you opted for hugging him tightly, instead. sunoo holds onto you so tight. “i’m so glad to hear that, sunoo.”

໒ ✿ JUNGWON: ꒱

he keeps saying “oh….oh, oh? oh, really? like .. actually?” and you can’t help but think he’s rejecting you because it’s like he’s malfunctioning or something. but no, jungwon’s just in shock and can’t find the right way to express himself because he’s literally having an epiphany while you blankly stand in front him. even so, jungwon eventually stops saying ‘oh’ over and over again: “sorry. it’s just that, wow. i like you so much, y/n. i kind of feel like i’m dreaming?” he doesn’t know how to explain himself but his words do you some justice because you immediately break into a giddy smile.

໒ ✿ RIKI: ꒱

riki really is just fighting the urge to spin around and jump in circles like a little kid. since he’s so in love, young-love + a confession on valentine’s day itself is just .. a dream come true for a young lovesick teen. being unable to keep his happiness to a minimum, riki decides to fuck being cool as he grabs you so passionately in a hug. “this is so perfect. you are so perfect, y/n. i cant believe you like me back. wait so we’re together now, right!?” riki questions because of his inability to keep calm, wanting to claim you as his right this moment; to which you nod continuously. riki squeezing you harder upon your response.

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— (03:55 pm) | bf!riki x gn!reader • fluff • a curse word • 0.37k

“riki … common please stop moving. you know i can’t braid your hair if you don’t keep still.” you nag your boyfriend for the umpteenth time of the hour.

“i’m sorry! i just can’t help but stare at you and not move. it’s like impossible to just stay still while looking at you.” he replies back poutily.

“what does that even mean?” you tsk at his reasoning. continuing to finish the second braid you were working on near riki’s bangs.

“it means that you’re just so beautiful i cant stay still because staying still would mean only looking at one part of your face. which i cant do because you’re just so pretty, get it?” his tone stills some sarcasm, causing you to take your hands off his hair.

“gosh, you’re such a shithead riki. here i was … trying to be sweet to my boyfriend and braid his hair. but all you can do is complain and mock me.” you cross your arms and stare at him slightly annoyed.

riki uncrosses your arms and gets on his knees, mimicking your stance. he takes your hands into his. “hey, no! wait. okay fine. i’m sorry, love. you know i’m just messing around.”

his arms make their way around your neck and you can’t help but giggle at how stupidly cute and foolish he looks with his braids half done and coming apart.

you also can’t help but notice the way his figure — despite being on his knees, too, towers over you. which is why you settle on putting your head on his chest. his hands snaking around your lower back upon instinct.

you can hear his heart beating unusually fast. looking up to see that he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek. the lift of your eyebrow indicating him to speak his mind.

“oh, and by the way. i wasn’t joking. you truly are gorgeous, y/n. so, so gorgeous. and all mine.” he emphasizes his statement with a kiss to the top of your forehead.

to which you respond with a peck on his lips before pushing him back onto the bed. leaving him with no choice but to cuddle with you in your room with absolute bliss of love-filled air.

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⌗ 𝐄𝐍- 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 !

pairing: bf!en- x gn!reader | genre: fluff, angst | cw: mentions of loud noises, pet names, crying — mostly fluff | wc: 590

໒ ✿ HEESEUNG: ꒱

his initial instinct upon seeing you being scared of or surprised by the loud noise(s) is to take a hold of your hands. he looks into your eyes for any sense of discomfort and when you tell him that you don’t do so well with loud noises, he immediately coos at you. telling you that’s he so sorry it bothers you :( this boy just wants to rubs your back while trying to calm you down, letting you rest your head on his shoulder in the meantime.

“you’ll be okay y/n, deep breaths sweetheart.”

໒ ✿ JAY: ꒱

the way jay’s protectiveness kicks in upon seeing you all upset is just so reassuring. he pulls you by your arms and has you lay sideways on your couch with your head rested on his chest. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear while caressing your face and tells you that everything is going to be okay while you calmly drift off to sleep. the noise that had scared you prior no longer in your train of thought.

“i’m here now baby, it’s alright.”

໒ ✿ JAKE: ꒱

this angel of a boy just knows exactly how you’re feeling and engulfs you in his arms. your head tucked under his chin as you let out a couple of tears because of how the noise made you feel. jake rocks both his and yours bodies side to side to help your sensitivity subside a bit. after a couple of minutes of peaceful silence, he lifts your head up and kisses your forehead. his eyes brightening at the small smile that forms on your face.

“i’m glad you’re feeling better now, my love.”

໒ ✿ SUNGHOON: ꒱

i do feel like sunghoon might be a bit confused at your reaction at first, but he quickly catches on. you call out for him and grab onto his shirt while crying a bit. hoon knew you hated being overwhelmed with noises — especially loud ones; so he peppers kisses all over your face. kissing all your tears away while you laugh at his sweet antics.

“let it all out darling, i’m here.”

໒ ✿ SUNOO: ꒱

the way sunoo is soso comforting makes me all gushy inside. so sweet to you, it’s insane. he takes both of your hands and leaves kisses over them both constantly as you sniffle in his arms. he holds you so tight and plays with your hair as you leave a couple of pecks onto his cheeks as a wordless but considerate ‘thank you.’

“it’ll be okay, lovely. not leaving you ever.”

໒ ✿ JUNGWON: ꒱

jungwon is very mature and great at handling you in situations like these. that’s why when he hears you whimper a bit because of the noise, he wraps his hands around your waist and tells you to breathe. after you’ve calmed down, he urges you to hydrate yourself. after you’re back to normal, won cuddles you as if it’s the last time he’d ever be able to do so.

“come on bubs, just a sip. and then we can go nap, yeah?”

໒ ✿ RIKI: ꒱

tbh he is so confused at first like he kind of laughs at your reaction because he thinks you’re faking it (?). but when you look at him with teary eyes he feels so bad. immediately pulling you into his lap as he kisses the side of your face. and when you tell him about how the noise made you feel super overwhelmed, he takes note of this for next time and plays with your hands as you fall asleep in his arms.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i love you so much. come on, tell me how you’re feeling.”

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sunoo’s guide to not falling in love: 100% (not) effective ! | k. sunoo

“oh and y/n? i’m sorry sunoo’s a complete dumbass, truly. i send all my regards to you!”

SNYOPSIS › you and sunoo are obliviously in love with each other. you trying to do everything in your power to get him to notice, while he creates a ‘guide’ to help him not fall in love. so who’s going to tell him that he’s a complete idiot for thinking he wouldn’t fall for you? anyone?

PAIRINGS › best friend!sunoo x fem!reader + cameo of best friend riki <3

TROPE › hs au, best friends —> lovers

GENRES › fluff, crack, angst (but happy ending!)

WARNINGS › profanity, sunoo crying, self insult(s), self-doubt, kissing, mutual pining, flirting (?), lots of sunoo & riki banter + play fighting :p

WORD COUNT › 4.1k+

PLAYLIST › bloodline — ariana grande, unforgettable — french montana, grenade — bruno mars

AUTHOR’S NOTE › this took me like a day to write because of how much i loved the concept. also as i edited this, i realized that sunoo & riki’s friendship is a lot like on-jo and cheong-san’s from all of us are dead — minus the zombies, angst, and heartbreak :3 anywayyy, lmk what you think!

i. don’t stare for too long .

“sunoo, what are your thoughts on y/n? like, romantically?” riki, sunoo’s best friend since they were practically in diapers, asks.

“are you insane, riki? y/n is my girl-best-friend, not my girl-friend!” sunoo says glaring at riki in the process. purposely leaving pauses between the words to emphasize himself. while also earning a couple of ‘shhs’ as he snaps at the younger; they were in the library after all.

riki puts his hand up in defeat. “jeez, okay sorry! someone’s on edge today..”

“no? i’m not ‘on edge.” sunoo uses his hands to mock riki’s words. “you can’t just ask if i have any interest in my girl-best-friend.”

“and why not?” riki questions. “you really think i don’t see the way you look at her? or the way you practically take care of her like you’re her mother?”

“god, riki do you ever shut up? i seriously don’t know what you’re talking about .. and why are you-“ before sunoo can finish his sentence, riki gets up and drags sunoo out of the chair he was sitting in across from him. sunoo mid-drag manages to grab his backpack from the ground in time; their plan to study long gone.

“hey! what are you doing?” sunoo takes his hand out of riki’s grip and smacks the back of his head. taking the opportunity to fully put on his backpack. “yah! you dumbass what is your problem? and why are you dragging me?”

“do you ever stop asking so many questions?” riki responds as he grabs sunoo’s hand once again, both of them stumbling out of the library as they hear some incoherent yelling spew out of the elderly librarian’s mouth.

riki runs with sunoo through the halls of their high school frantically as sunoo fights the urge to smack riki dumb. he knew his best friend was impulsive and always had high energy, which was why he didn’t try to question what was going on right now.

riki only stops when they reach the gym, turning around to face a stunned sunoo: unaware and confused as to why riki had brought him here. why the gym? sunoo thinks.

“where’s y/n?” riki asks to no one in particular as he turns around in circles like a dog. riki’s eyes get tired of scanning around and he looks at sunoo. “sunoo you dumb fuck, did you really forget?”

“forget what?” his face turning into one of concern as he questions riki.

“yesterday, she told us to meet her near the gym’s bleachers!” riki rolls his eyes at the visible expression change on sunoo’s face.

“oh, erm .. no? i’m sorry! i didn’t remember, fuck. we’re late aren’t we?” sunoo visibly slumps.

riki looks around the gym one more time and sighs in relief when he finally sees you: leaning on the stairs near the bleachers, head lightheartedly shaking. you walk up to them and begin laughing as you see the serious looks of guilt on their faces.

“gosh, lighten up, will you? it’s okay, im not mad! promise.” you say, giggling. “you’re just in time, actually.”

sunoo mumbles in revulsion as he remembers why riki was in such a rush to drag him to the gym.

the three of you were supposed to be volunteering for environmental club hours. now, you didn’t know what so ‘environmental’ about having to sweep a gym, but you would do anything to get volunteer hours for credit. plus, the brownie points when you finally get the opportunity to put it on your resume and school transcript, wouldn’t hurt to have, either.

“ok! let’s get to it losers. we don’t have much time to lose, the basketball players’ sweat is literally all over the floor; lemme get some mops and other supplies,” you say as you clap your hands together in encouragement. you hear a groan from riki at your words. “hey, no complaining. the less you whine, the earlier we get done.”

“whatever you say, boss.” sunoo says as he elbows riki in the ribs. “that’s, for dragging me to the gym instead of telling me we needed to be here like a normal person.” you let out a snort and grab sunoo’s hand, motioning him towards you.

“sunoo, common let’s go get the supplies.” he knows you’re not asking, so he comes along. you are the only person he’d let drag him anywhere, anyway.

riki winces and remains where he’s standing. contemplating whether or not he should leave or stay. he wanted to leave given the blush that overcame sunoo’s cheeks at the physical contact you made with his hands, rather wanting his best friend to have some alone time with you — to maybe talk things out. but he took the latter. he knew he’d hear a mouthful from you when you’d find out he left without saying anything or helping you and sunoo clean up.

riki continues rubbing his abdomen: sore and probably to-be bruised. he decides to wait on the bleachers for you and sunoo to come back from the janitors room across the school.

yet, he couldn’t help but overthink while he was alone. riki never knew why sunoo was so stubborn and closed off when it came to telling him about his feelings regarding you. they told each other everything. they were best friends, after all. he knew he shouldn’t be jealous over sunoo being caught up over you.

it was normal, even if sunoo failed to admit his feelings, it was obvious to riki. he knew sunoo like the back of his hand. he just wished he didn’t have to push aside the fact that him and sunoo had distanced.

it wasn’t like you were the problem or anything, the three of you were just as equally close — as you’d mentioned countless times before. that’s why riki always told himself he had to learn not to get so caught up in his head. he had to be happy for sunoo and push him towards you; even if that meant throwing off the balance of your unbreakable trio.

nonetheless, riki straightened himself up and grabbed one of the stray basketballs from the floor. he knew shooting some hoops would help him brush off the green monster that was lingering over his shoulder.

he had time to kill until yours and sunoo’s return, anyway.

meanwhile, you and sunoo were taking your sweet time walking through the halls — curtesy of sunoo’s procrastination. you didn’t resist his plea to walk slowly, that way you’d waste some time before your volunteering time was over.

“hey sunoo? you ask while swinging your hand that was intertwined with his.

“mm?” he hums in response.

“could you come over tomorrow? i really need your help with my poster for history. i don’t know how to space out the pictures and stuff,” you beg as you admire sunoo’s side profile.

“of course. i’ll tell riki.” he smiles back.

“oh, i actually thought .. that it could be just be you and me, this time?” you stop in front of him to gauge his response.

“sure. if that’s what you want.” he nervously rubs his nape, hands becoming sweatier with the moment.

“i mean of course i want riki with us. it’s just that i kind of wanted to catch up with you separately. it’s been a while y’know?” you look down. you felt bad that you were basically leaving riki out. but it was just a project, right? and he wasn’t even in the same class as you and sunoo.

“yeah, i get it. i’ll come over after school. we can walk to your house together.” sunoo manages to let out a smile despite the mix of butterflies and panic rumbling in his chest.

your trip to the janitor’s closet is much shorter as you pick up the pace and get the supplies you need to do your volunteering.

when you return to riki, you see him throwing a perfect free throw shot, making it in the hoop. he turns around in excitement and drops the ball when he sees the both of you, grabbing one of the mops out of your hand. “let’s get this over with,” he spits out.

you sense his uneasiness but don’t comment on it.

meanwhile, sunoo can’t help but notice how pretty you look with your hair all fluffy in your messy bun, while you bend to disinfect the seats of the bleachers. doing so while completely unaware of sunoo’s stares. at one point, riki hits the back of sunoo’s knees — causing him to fold in on himself and fall forward. sunoo had to learn how to not stare at you, you were just so entrancing.

you laugh at the both of them, figuring they were messing around like usual. you contemplated scolding them to get back to work so you could leave earlier since sunoo wouldn’t stop chasing riki around for hitting him. but you loved seeing them in all their silly boy antics - glory. it made you realize how much you loved the both of them.

the hours passed fairly quickly. the rest school eventually becoming fully empty as it was dark out now. sunoo drops off riki first, then takes you home. the drive was silent but every now and then sunoo side stares at you, which doesn’t fail to be noticed by you.

“what’s up?”

“what do you mean?” sunoo glances at you.

“why’re you staring so much?” you teasingly ask.

“am not!“

“why are your ears red then?” you smirk.

“they aren’t red! hey, y/n i won’t think twice about leaving you to walk home ..” you smack the back of his head at his words. “shit, you know i was joking and im driving y/n — you almost made me swerve!” he defends.

“yeah, yeah. just get me home, loser.” you slump in your seat and keep looking at sunoo’s delicate and bright reflection under the moonlight. you wanted to keep staring at his face but instead, you switch your gaze to admire his hands on the wheel and the way he glances at you every now and then. not wanting to be caught all flustered, you avert your gaze back out the window until you’re home.

sunoo never stops staring, though.

rule #1 broken. how was he going to resist not looking at your beauty? it’s what kept him sane giving he wasn’t planning on confessing — or anytime soon, at the very least.

it’s okay, he told himself. he had the other rules to keep the promise of, right?

ii. the less skinship, the less you’ll fall .

wrong. sunoo was actually really, really stupid!

because the moment your head hit his shoulder, his mind turned to static. thinking that he could keep his promises and not break the rules, was obviously a challenge. he just didn’t think it’d be so damn hard. it was like you couldn’t live without having some type of physical touch with him at all times.

in reality, sunoo really hated how much he loved your affection, making it insanely difficult for him to avoid it. not to mention that he felt like he was slowly turning into an asshole for the way he was acting, even if he didn’t mean it to be that way.

and you caught on to his change of behavior.

you were upset. the both of you had finished your history poster, and were watching a movie to take off the edge, but sunoo wasn’t reciprocating your movements. “sunoo,” you deadpan. “is everything okay?”

he only hums in response, not even bothering to look at you.

you take your head off his shoulder. “why’re you so stiff?” you remark in curiosity of the way his tense body wasn’t even leaning against yours.

he shifts his position so he’s not leaning against the headboard anymore. “oh, i don’t know. guess i’m just kind of tired.”

“alright. well, do you want to cuddle maybe? you can sleepover?”

“your parents are here!” he exclaims.

“so? you’ve slept over countless times before. what’s up with you lately? you know my parents love you and they know we’re close,” sunoo huffs at your clearly annoyed tone.

“i’m fine! i just … think i’d be more comfortable in my own bed,” he gets up and starts collecting his things, stuffing them into his backpack.

you follow his movements and get up. “you’re leaving, already?”

“mhm. we finished your project and i have a migraine.” his voice cracking.

you scoff, not wanting to continue the banter. “kay then. see you monday,” not bothering to chase after sunoo or question him further as he leaves your house.

you knew he was lying. sunoo was a shit liar. you just wish you knew why he felt like he had to lie in the first place. he’d been acting so distanced lately. and you couldn’t help but think it was your fault. did i do something wrong, does he hate me or something?

you were only being more affectionate because you didn’t know how to tell him how you felt about him, romantically. it was all too much.

while you decided to end the night early and go to sleep so you’d stop thinking about the weird encounter and bury your feelings, sunoo drove home in tears.

he was angry at himself. angry at himself for pushing you away just because he couldn’t handle himself. he couldn’t handle what you did to him, how you affected him without even trying. it was miserable, he wished he wasn’t such a coward.

he wanted to confess so badly. at the same time, he didn’t want to risk what the two of you had. but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that there’d be nothing left of your relationship if he continued to detach from you.

sunoo drove to riki, who was waiting for something like this to happen.

as riki opened his door to a puffy-faced sunoo, he spent no time in enveloping him into a hug.

“it didn’t go well, did it?”

“yeah. it didn’t. i basically shut her out,” sunoo sniffles.

“come in, you should stay with me. we can talk it out,” riki comforts sunoo.

while they did talk it out. sunoo gets more anxious when he realizes that he has to confess to you sooner or later. he was finally willing to risk everything. but something deep inside, told him that he wouldn’t have to risk much. sunoo was aware that you wouldn't let a confession tear down your years of memories.

and for the first time in a while, he was right.

iii. try to sleepover less . confess. because what else is there left to do?

despite sunoo basically completing the ‘less sleeping-over’ part of his guide, the same night sunoo decided he’s confess to you, was the same night he rehearsed to riki over and over what he’d say to you. fuck his guide.

“no no! do it again. you look like you’re going to puke and i’m not even y/n!” riki’s back flattens against his bed as he dies of laughter.

“i’m literally trying so hard here. please cut me some slack.”

“if i were her, i’d reject you on the spot. first off, why are you crossing your arms like that? what’re you trying to do? square up or something?”

“riki nishimura stop testing my patience, you’re not being helpful!” sunoo whines.

“okay, look,” riki gets up and pulls sunoo up with him. “you need to stand tall, and look confident while doing it. being shy won’t help your case. now common, shoulders high, chin up, one hand in pocket,” riki demands as he turns sunoo towards the full body mirror.

“can’t believe you’re making me pose like the toxic main lead in a romantic k-drama. i feel like that one dude with the butterfly on the back of his neck.”

“jae-eon?”

“yes, that douche,” sunoo tilts his neck in an attempt to present himself better. “okay, i think i mentally figured out what i’m going to wear and all.”

“perfect. you’re so handsome sunoo, don’t doubt yourself.” riki gives sunoo’s shoulders a quick squeeze before getting back to the homework he was doing before sunoo came.

sunoo continues looking at himself. and he looked fucking breathtaking; so slender, sleek, proper, and confident.

he was ready to confess. he just hoped you were ready to hear what he had to say.

though you and sunoo were texting each other as if nothing had ever happened. you were determined to avoid him for a bit, not yet ready to confront him about his behavior.

your plan, however, was ruined the moment school ended. you closed your locker to see sunoo leaning on the lockers beside yours. “oh, sunoo. hey,” you jump at the sight of him, not knowing how he managed to approach you so quietly.

“hey, y/n. can we talk?”

“yeah, actually,” you say, running your hands through your hair nervously. sunoo looked divine — to say the least.

he was wearing the dangly pair of earrings you gifted him on his last birthday. his hair soft as ever, slightly falling over his eyes, and he was wearing a blue flannel. he looked so handsome. it took everything in you to hold back your compliments.

“great,” sunoo doesn’t think twice before taking your hand in his and leading you to the music room: the place the both of you would go to whenever you wanted to kill time and talk after school — since it was usually empty.

sunoo motions for you to sit next to him on the piano bench. you instantly had flashbacks of all the times sunoo would play your favorite pieces for you, especially when you were feeling down.

“i’m going to get straight to the point,” he spurts out, taking both of your hands and rubbing his thumbs over the back of them. you were taken aback at the sudden act of intamacy, given he was acting the complete opposite a couple days prior.

“y/n, i like you. i like you so fucking much, it makes my heart ache. my heart aches for you every time i try to push you away and avoid hanging out with you, … or touching you, even.”

you were in shock, but not in the way you’d think. you felt a thousand times lighter. like a burden of a million years had just been lifted off your shoulders.

“oh my god,” you take your lip between your teeth. “really sunoo? you’re not joking, are you? did riki set you up to this?”

“what? of course not, y/n! i’m confessing to you. i’m tired of ignoring my feelings. i couldn’t stand back and watch as i destroyed our relationship. now please say something, you’re killing me here.”

“it’s just that .. wait, so you’re not saying all this to me because riki told you i like you?”

“no, wait what?! you like me back?” sunoo’s eyes widen as his grip on your hands tightens.

“yes, if it wasn’t already so obvious. or maybe you’re just that stupid,” you laugh out. stuck in disbelief. “you’d think that you would catch on to how i feel judging by how i always want alone time with you, or because i always want you by my side, but no.”

“is that why you’re so touchy? and why you wanted to hang out with only me?”

“obviously, sunoo. is it really hard for you to connect the dots? you pushed me away because you like me, while i did the exact opposite. i guess that’s why it took us so long to figure our feelings out,” you shrug, looking up at sunoo.

sunoo’s tongue pokes the inside of his mouth as he takes in everything said. “i really am dumb, huh? i can’t believe i’ve been so oblivious this entire time.”

“why do you sound so disappointed?” you question him, slightly concerned but intrigued.

“because, i could have been doing —“

sunoo’s words come to an end as he closes the distance between you and him completely. lips touching yours so softly. and though you’re surprised by his bold action, you remove your hands from his, wrapping them around his neck.

sunoo’s figure is so much more dominant over your own, and you feel content in the moment with him. his hands lower to your waist and you tilt your head in response, causing him to slip in his tongue. you groan in response, surprised at having made a sound as such.

you want to continue, so badly, but you remember you’re still in school. yet, you reluctantly separate from the boy and bite your lip in slight embarrassment at having been so intimate with him; a moment you’d only been dreaming about, until now.

sunoo finally completes his words the moment you separate, “—that with you, all this time.” he notices the way you drop your gaze.“someone’s shy,” he smirks.

“am not!” you slap at his chest. “we’re still at school, y’know? anyone could have walked in on us.”

“but no one did, right? so what’s the harm in having a little fun?”

“we can have more fun, later.” you seethe.

“mm, i think we have a lot to talk about still. which is why we’re going to my house, right now.” sunoo gets up and offers you his hand.

you smile in delight and accept his hand: holding it tighter than you’d ever held before.

“sunoo, you think we could maybe do some more of that after we talk?”

“what?” he looks at you, still walking. “oh, you mean kiss?” he clears his throat. “you don’t even have to ask, y/n.”

he stops in his tracks, pecking you on the lips.

you hear a groan of disgust erupt from behind you. turning to see riki standing near one of the classroom doors. “you couldn’t have saved that for a more private area?”

“wow. not even a ‘good job sunoo, you finally confessed! i’m so proud of you!’“ sunoo gasps.

“mm nah, you guys are kinda gross, but i’m happy you finally got yourself a girl-friend! go have your fun!” riki heaves as he attempts to walk out the front of the school. but sunoo has other plans; flicking riki’s forehead as he passes by you and him.

“that’s for not telling me you knew that y/n liked me!”

“oh my bad, guess my several tries to get you to confess to her or admit your feelings didn’t work, did they? oh wait, no. it’s just that you would do anything than to listen to me, your best friend!” complete sarcasm laces riki’s voice as he backs up facing you two.

“oh and y/n? i’m sorry sunoo’s a complete dumbass, truly. i send all my regards to you! he’s all yours now!” riki yells before he winks at sunoo as he finally exits through the doors of the school.

riki was so happy for sunoo, and would take an infinite amount of more head flicks if it meant seeing him smile as bright as he does when he’s with you.

you blush at the thought of you and sunoo being together, thinking about riki’s words and how he seemed genuinely excited for your newfound relationship. you make a mental note to give him the biggest hug ever, later. your trio could never break apart, riki would always be a part of you — plus, you owe him for the situation you were currently in.

“guess that means you’re my boyfriend now, yeah?”

“sure am.” sunoo flashes a smile and pulls you to keep walking.

as you skip out to sunoo’s car, you couldn’t help but get butterflies; sunoo was finally yours.

he, on the other hand, was mentally slapping himself for creating a ‘guide’ to not fall in love with you in the first place. because for what it counts, he was more in love than ever; no thanks to his guide, of course.

but sunoo wasn’t complaining, now was he?

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