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throwing-summers-at-the-walls · 4 years

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Hello half valid anon here (i like my nickname 😂). I got through all your fics and they were all great. Right now im just reading a lot of poi fanfics and watch fanvids cause i can't accept that the series is over 😂 --- i know what you mean about fics affecting you negatively. I had this with 13rw (the Show and some fics) everything was so dark and hopeless that i had to stop watching it. I also love to seek out fics where someone is hurt so i can feel my pain through the characters (1)

But i try to read only fics with lots of comfort so it kinda feels like i get comforted as well (dont know if that makes sense). If it makes you uncomfortable or if its unhealthy for you to write about this i completely understand and i dont mean to come of as pushing you to write. I just hope whatever you do will be the right decision for you! As for you feeling suicidal im sorry to hear that. Let me know if there is ever anything i can do to help! I wish i could say sth more comforting but Im not super good with words :( i just hope you have people in your life that support you! 💛

maybe root will grow on you too? Or maybe you can skip her scenes and enjoy John, Harold and most importanly Bear! 😂 Yeah Shaw definately looks really good. She is a bit like Reese minus the caring. At first it seems she doesnt care about anything at all but thats not exactly the Case. There was an episode with Shaw and a little girl (3x5) and i really loved it (have you seen that one?).

I really think Shaw would grow on you (especially since in the beginning she does a lot with John) but then again a lot of her later scenes include Root so im not sure. Yes i love that there were never any romantic undertones with her and John!!

yeah the core four were great. I was so sad when Carter died! :(

i guess everyone sees chemistry different, i think Shoot and Rinch post have great chemistry ☺️

as for John being good with people: YES!! he is always so compassionate and such a great listener as well. I especially like him with children. John and the baby were so cute or John with the boy who offered to pay for him. John + Kids was always a great combination and i wished we would have seen it more often. Also regarding children we did we never got to see a John Taylor scene after Carters death? I needed that!

yes John the badass is also amazing! His character has so many different sides and i love him so much!!

i think Grace Harold was really cute but i dont really see a future for them, i mean he lied to her for so long! but then again they really loved each other so idk maybe they work it out. Im also not into John/Harold/Grace but like you said good for the people who like the ship :)

John and Zoe were great! i wish Zoe would have appeared more often!

I have so many things to say about John and the boring therapist but i think i better not say them :D i wish i could just erase their relationship from my mind!

of course he didnt die! i didnt see a dead body so i refuse to believe he is dead! i also just wanted them to be happy. what kind of an ending is it to let the main character die? i refuse to accept this! -- thank you for the rec i will check it out :) while i do like fluff i mostly read h/c (with the focus on the comfort) cause i just want John to get his much needed comfort :D -- i have no idea where season 1 is supposed to be boring. but idc the people can live with their wrong opinions :D

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Hiii !! It is a very valid nickname 😂 That's nice !! Hmu if you want more recs ! Lol same honestly, I can't believe it's been 4 years since the show ended ! I can give you a link to my poi/Rinch fanvids playlist if you're interested 👀

Oh boi 13rw is so cursed, can't believe I watched all of the 1st season 😬 I remember being afraid of the suicide scene making me uncomfortable but it was so cringe, unrealistic and just bad that I wasn't even that uncomfortable, I cringed when she cut her arms but that's it.

Yeah big mood I project a lot on comfort fics as well. For suicide fics, I think it also depends on how the fics adress the subject. It's something that is complicated to write. If I read a suicide fic with no recovery I'm gonna project but feel like shit. But with recovery, I can project into the recovery as well so it's better ! I read a really good ace attorney fic showing Miles recovering after a suicide attempt, it was thoughtful and didn't fall into the pitfalls of magical super fast recovery/love heals everything, and some lines stuck with me, it was really good and comforting. But yeah if it's just a suicide/suicide attempt then I don't think it's good for me (but sometimes I still read it bc I'm a Dumb Bitch).

Dw you didn't come off as pushing 💜 I'll see how I feel about continuing it or not. I have to figure out if writing about suicide is positive or negative for me 🤔 I mean I'm not portraying John's suicidal crisis as a positive thing, and he reaches out to Harold, and considers he might get better so I don't think it's bad for me ? Another problem is that I have a tendency to drop my wips to write a new shiny idea I get, and then I never finish anything gkgkffjfjf I dropped the suicide fic for the body horror fic which I dropped for the time loop fic, and there's also the hanahaki fic I started last year but I haven't touched in months, plus a bunch of random shit floating around OneDrive lmao someone stop me

What helps the most is venting, just getting that shit out is helping y'know. I appreciate your support ♥️ at least it's not as bad as it used to be

I doubt Root will grow on me, catch me watching her scenes at 1.5 speed lmao, also yes you bet I'll enjoy watching them !!

Yes I remember that ep ! Iirc the little girl tells Shaw she has feelings but the volume is lower than in other people or smth along those lines ?

I hope she'll grow on me bc she seems cool. I remember I was a bit afraid of her just becoming a sort of hollow copy of John, like "look we added another badass to the show". Seems to be more than that though ! Also I'm curious about their mayhem twins dynamic. But yeah if she has a lot of scenes with Root idk how much it'll annoy me

I feel like I wouldn't be able to get the Shoot chemistry bc I'm too biased against Root lol

Ikr the crossing hurt me so much. But thinking about it takes me back to my careese days and my first fics lol. I feel like the death of one of the core four + the abandonment of the library really alienated me from the show (did I already say that before ?). And here I'm gonna shamelessly derail from Carter to the library bc boiii do I have a lot of feelings about the library !! And you're here, talking about poi, so you're the perfect subject to throw these feelings at. This post really says what I feel about it (I'll put the link at the end as well if you wanna read it after you're done with this l o n g reply). It was in a way its own character and its forced abandonment/destruction really hit me (fucked me up when they broke that glass board). It says something that it's one of the few things I remember from S3 along with Carter's death and 4C. I loved it a lot, it was a cornerstone of the show. It was a safe place, a home for Harold and John (and Bear !). I love when they're together in there, I love this cracked glass board, this yellow stained glass in the windows !!! (at least I assume it's stained glass ?), these lights, Bear's cushion, the whole cozy/safe/isolated feelings, just absolutely everything. And yeah later they have the subway, idk when it's introduced I don't remember if it's early enough for me to have watched it. And maybe it's nice, I can't judge rn. But it's like trying to give me a new MC after a MCD, make him as nice as you want I'll be clutching the previous MC until I die. Gkfkfkff I went overboard and off topic but I just love the library ok

Ikr I love how he's badass but also gentle and understanding and nice to people ! I love him !!! Yeah wolf and cub is really good, also I love when John smiles to Darren at the end !! I use this moment as my pfp bc I love it so much. He's just so cute ! I wish he smiled more (did we ever hear him laugh in the entirety of the show ?). Baby blue is so great, Harold and him are such a married couple in this ep ! Yeah same more content with John and children would have been nice.

I never thought about how much we needed a John Taylor scene but yes !! We were robbed :((((

Speaking of John being a cool badass. Here's a badass John vid rec it's super good

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Yeah they were cute in the past. I think it's good he went back to her bc it gives closure to both of them. But I don't see their relationship working again. She grieved, probably started to move on after all these years and knowing he lied all this time probably won't make her want to go back with him. I've never been in love so what do I know lol, but were I her I probably wouldn't want to go back with him and I'd just be happy knowing he's alive after all.

Same I need more Zoe (also she's hot)

Lmao let's just forget about that weird relationship shall we

Aren't we all the same, firmly believing he's alive and happy out there ! It was foreshadowed since the first ep and it made sense but do I care ? No, fuck that shit John is very much alive

You're welcome ! John needs all the comfort and the love !!! I think I have a preference for fluff bc he gets hurt enough in the show lol

Indeed they can, veryyy far away from us

Sry if this is shit I have like half a functioning braincell today

The post abt home bases I mentioned

#half valid anon #look you have your own tag #person of interest #tw suicide #i thought I was done but then i got feelings abt the library

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lavieendonna · 6 years

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Brushwork || ArtMajor!Calum AU (Chapter 25)

Summary: An Art Major AU where Dallas - third year gawky art student at VCA - makes a deal with Calum - her cute new neighbour and project partner - and they spend the semester learning that the perfect masterpiece takes a whole lot of brushwork.

Date: 26 June 2018 Requested: lol Pairing: Calum + Dallas Words: 3.3K Warnings: whole lotta swearing but thats it i think (blood TW) A/N: this is beyond late but i’m really freaking happy with this chapter. please, someone, anyone, let me know what you think. Big Love xo

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Chapter 25: I Was Frowning So Hard I Thought My Forehead Might Actually Crack and My Brains Would Seep Out of My Head

Polly was calling again – this was like the fifth time in the last half hour. She never left any messages or texted me whatever she wanted, she just kept calling. I assumed it was because she was still trying to find her footing with me after our conversation the other day, but either way it wasn’t really helping me come up with a decision. The Showcase had literally started already without me and I was still naked in my bedroom wondering if it was going to be worth going.

Well, I was half naked. I was wearing a towel. And underwear – but that wasn’t the point.

The thought of me showing up at the Showcase in front of all of those people and revealing a half-finished mural kinda made me wanna throw up. But then again, the thought of not showing up and letting Calum reveal a half-finished mural in front of all of those people by himself made me want to curl up under the spray of the shower and just melt away down the drain.

Luke and Michael were seemingly taking turns to call and text me as I rifled through my clothes agonisingly slow. Ignoring them was making the anxiety worse but I knew that if I spoke to anybody about why I wasn’t there yet then I would just break completely. This was something I had to do on my own – it just so happened that it was taking longer to come to terms with that than was convenient.

After what felt like an eternity, I finished brushing my hair back into its ponytail and smoothened out the fly-aways with pin before sighing a long sigh while I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked normal, and it felt weird. Black skinny jeans – no rips and no paint stains. Fresh V-neck tee – but it was just grey. A soft grey that hugged my body but didn’t feel like any hug that felt good.

I was about to give up when a flash of colour in the reflection behind me caught my eye. I spun around to see what it was, kind of surprised to find a light blue denim jacket slung over the back of my desk chair. The back was covered in hand-made patches of flowers and bees and one particularly big one that said ‘Bite Me’ next to a picture of a cherry.

It was Mali’s. I’d mentioned to Calum at some point months ago about how I’d always wanted a jacket like that but didn’t think I could pull it off, and a few days later he said that Mali had sent hers in the mail. The idea was for me to borrow it and see if it was the right size. She knew somebody, apparently, who made the jackets custom and Calum knew a girl that sold the patches. I’d never gotten around to putting it on, it’d been sitting on the back of that chair intimidating me for days. Weeks even.

Nevertheless, I inched my way over to the jacket and pulled it off of the chair as gently as I could, almost as if it would fall apart with any sudden movements. Carefully, I threaded my arms though the sleeves and felt the weight of the denim rest on my shoulders when I let it go. I stared at myself carefully, when I turned back to the mirror, and waited. For what? I wasn’t sure. Maybe I was hoping that some of Mali’s confidence might soak into my skin or something similar, but for whatever reason, I kept it on and hoped to God something good would come of it.

With a final huff I grabbed my bag and keys and stalked off out of the apartment before I could think too much and change my mind. I was teetering on the verge of another panic attack as it was, I didn’t need to be thinking about what fate had install for me down in the atrium.

There were more people gathered inside than I had seen since orientation. By the looks of things, and the way the sun looked as though it was setting everything on fire with the angle it was setting, ours was the last reveal. And, by the sheer number of people still hanging around, it was about to happen. Up ahead, near where our mural was standing behind a big, red, temporary curtain, one of the head art professors was talking into a mic and giving some last announcement about our mural. I weaved slowly between students and parents and tried not to alarm any of the staff members I was here, just yet.

The closer I got, the more I could see and the shakier my hands became. I caught a glimpse of brown hair and sun-kissed skin between the heads of some of my classmates in the front rows of the crowd and nearly choked on thin air. Slowly and carefully I made my way to the right, finding myself at the front of the crowd but off to the side just enough that nobody up ahead in front of the mural would notice me.

“Hey, you made it.” Someone tapped my arm with a feather light touch, and when I looked up (with a small jump) I was greeted with Polly offering a shy smile. She took her hand away as I tried to smile back, but then she pulled at the sleeve of Mali’s jacket lightly one more time. “Nice jacket.”

“Oh. Yeah, thanks.” I pulled at the hem gently before folding my arms across my chest. “Uh, thanks for coming.” Polly pursed her lips at my gratitude but smiled nonetheless.

“Almost thought you wouldn’t show.” She said with a small, pointed nod to the front of the atrium. I couldn’t bring myself to reply, I just followed her gaze and tried hard not to throw up while sucking in a deep breath as Calum stood forward as he was handed the mic.

He looked restless and more nervous than I’d ever seen him before. Black t-shirt looked too big on his limbs, dark circles made his eyes look slightly sunken in. But his jeans were still black and they were still ripped at the knees, and he still looked like Calum and it made my heart ache just a little.

“First of all,” he spoke into the mic clearly, the sound of his voice sounding like it was right in my ear (considering I was less than four feet away from a speaker). “I just want to thank everybody for sticking around this long to see this last mural. It’s been a long day, you’ve got better things to do I’m sure. It, uh. It means a lot to me… to us… that you’re still here.”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat when Calum corrected himself even though he was clearly under the impression that he was doing this reveal on his own. I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over his shoulder to the curtains that concealed our unfinished wall garbage and then back to the audience. There was a gentle hum buzzing around the atrium, and I couldn’t quite tell if it was a good buzz or not – I was too nervous, unable to take my eyes off of Calum and the wall.

“Uh, truth is that Dallas and I…” Calum cleared his throat, pausing his speech yet again, and I felt my stomach lurch. This was it. He was going to sell me out – or worse, confess what I’d done to everybody in the room and make them all want to bring back Capital Punishment so I could Fry like the Good Lord intended.

“Dallas and I struggled a lot trying to come up with something to paint for this piece. By the time most of the other groups had half-finished, we were still brainstorming and trying to figure out the colour schemes and font types. Like, you know, every student ever, we left things to the last minute before we finished –” the hum became a uniform laughter from everybody in the crowd, but I was still too caught up in Calum’s speech to really notice. “– but in saying that, the fact that we struggled so much… it really… that captures the point we were trying to make with this piece. The idea was to, like, get across to all of us kids at VCA – and any other student or person who looks at it – that… the pressure on us to be perfect all of the time, it doesn’t mean that we have to struggle to be everything all at once. Dallas… she came to me one day told me about this quote and I knew straight away that it was going to mean something to more people than just me so… I don’t know, I think that’s all we wanted to do – to get a message across to even just one person, you know, and even if that one person is just ourselves.”

Calum cleared his throat one more time, offering a stiff nod to the professor as he stepped to the side. I was holding my breath at this point and on the verge of just blacking out entirely but somehow, I was still slowly – inch by inch – gravitating forward. I’d moved maybe a foot and a half by the time the curtains dropped, and as soon as they did I let out the breath that had been making my lungs ache.

Well, one thing was for sure. The mural was finished. And for the first time since we started the damn thing, I really fucking wished it wasn’t.

It was stunning, don’t get me wrong. The colours looked exactly the way we’d pictured them and you could see every single detail that Calum had slaved over in the tutus. The problem, though – the thing that made me feel completely and utterly defeated, was that it was Polly.

Calum had clearly spent the time we’d been apart finishing the rest of the mural on his own, and for some God forsaken reason, he felt the need to fill the void of our ballerina’s face with Polly’s green eyes and full lips, hair shiny and long and black just like the real thing. I turned to look at the real Polly standing next to me and her mouth was gaping, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Dallas…! Dal, I –” She was spluttering, and all I could do was blink away tears I didn’t know I had left and turn away from her. “Dallas, wait! Please!”

I was already weaving back through the applause, sniffling and trying to hold myself together until I was out of the crowd at the very least. It wasn’t working so well, and the stupid jacket wasn’t doing me any favours, so I powered forward as fast as I could with Polly still calling for me behind all of the noise.

Usually when this happened, when I got upset, it felt like the world was caving in and I could never breathe right. But this time was different. Yes, as always, I was crying again. But it was that kind of crying that was just numb, because this was the end. I was done, and I didn’t want to do it anymore.

I burst through the doors of the atrium and rounded the nearest corner into a darker alley way where the buildings blocked out the last of the sun. It was cold, and Mali’s jacket wasn’t doing much to keep me warm, but it didn’t really matter when Polly come skidding to a halt right behind me

“Dallas!” She panted, though it seemed like the heavy breathing was for show. She was a lot fitter than me, I knew that for a fact, and also her cheeks weren’t red and she wasn’t sweating.

“Just go, Polly.” I sniffled, wiping at my nose with the back of my hand while I kept my back to her.

“Dal, listen to me, please!” Polly reached for me, grabbing me by my arms and spinning me around so I had no choice but to look at her. The green orbs were still wide with what looked like complete horror, and her face was screaming at me to listen. “I had nothing to do with that, D, I promise. I had no idea he would paint me, you haveto believe me.”

“I…” I sniffled again, staring into Polly’s eyes and trying to convince myself that she didn’t have all the answers this time. But I couldn't not believe her, that much was clear. If Polly had orchestrated all of this and somehow convinced Calum to paint her as the ballerina we’d been slaving over all semester, there was no way she’d have been standing here and grabbing hold of me like her life depended on it.

“Pleas, Dal, I swear.” Polly’s bottom lip quivered. “I… I know we haven’t been okay for a long time but I wouldnever do that to you. Please believe me.”

My lip trembled and my throat was so tight that I couldn’t form any kind of English words. So, I just cried, letting out a loud sob and falling into Polly, not for the first time in my life. She held me so tight I felt like I might burst, and if I didn’t know her better I would have thought maybe she was crying too.

“I’m so sorry Polly!” I sobbed into her shoulder, arms circling her waist so I could squeeze her back just as hard as she was squeezing me. “I was so shit to you, Polly I-I –!”

“Hey, no D, stop.” Polly was crooning in my ear as if I wasn’t bursting her ear drums with my hysterics. “Dallas, it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise.”

“I-I’m just so sorry!” I wailed. “It’s not okay, P, I-I should never had treated you like that! You needed me, P! A-and I didn’t –! I wasn’t…!”

I couldn’t finish whatever it was I was trying to say, but Polly just keep whispering in my ear that everything was okay while we sank to our knees on the concrete.

“Come on, Dallas,” She gave me a final squeeze before she pulled away from me, holding me at arm’s length and brushing away a strand of hair from my face. Polly ran her thumbs under my eyes and caught the tears that were still falling while I struggled to catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, chest rising and falling about as quickly as my heart was racing. “D, look at me.”

When I opened my eyes, Polly was giving me a soft smile, a few tears escaping the corner of her eyes too. She took a big breath, green eyes signalling for me to do the same. I copied her obediently and as Polly inhaled again I did the same, both of us breathing in sync for, probably, the first time all year.

“Dallas, it’s okay.” Polly told me again, more seriously this time and her eyes demanding that I trust her words. “You don’t have to worry anymore.” I sniffed, a couple of sneaky tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

“I-I just…” I inhaled mid-sentence, really trying my hardest to keep a hold of myself. “I should have known that you needed me, P. You were right. A-and I don’t want you to leave here thinking I don’t give a shit about you because I do. You’re my best friend and I wouldn’t be here without you.”

Polly’s smile was sad and she pulled me in for another hug, one that was gentler and held more emotion than even the one that had just happened before now. It was all she needed to do for me to know that she was going home.

“I forgive you, Dallas.” She whispered to me so softly I nearly missed it. “Now you need to forgive yourself.”

“What am I going to do without you, P?” I asked her when she pulled back but before she could answer, someone else’s footsteps echoed into the alley and a voice interrupted.

“Dallas.”

It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t even surprised or angry. It was just Calum, and he stood a few feet away, achingly still, while Polly and I hauled each other up off of the ground.

“Let’s go.” I huffed gruffly as I dusted off my pants. I made a move to drag Polly away but she anchored her feet, the sleeve of her sweater slipping from my fingers.

“Dallas.” She said, nodding gently. “I’ll let you guys talk alone.” I made a face, but Polly shook her head at me before taking a step back, and another, until she turned on her heel and patted Calum’s arm on her way past him.

Even after Polly left us alone, all Calum and I did was stand miles apart from each other and stare. I couldn’t place the expression in his eyes, but all I could feel bubble up inside of me was fear and anger and hurt. New tears pooled in my eyes, but I held as strong as I could as I let them fall on their own.

“Why would you do that to me?” I was the first to speak, and as soon as I did Calum practically leapt toward me at lightning speed.

“Dallas, please.” He started to speak but I shook my head at him.

“Were you still pissed about what I said to you?” I shot at him.

“No!” Calum’s lips were upturned in the corners, brow furrow deep. His hands clenched at his sides, one slightly raised as if he was fighting the urge to reach out to me.

“What, did you want to teach me a lesson or something?” I pressed, frowning so hard I thought my forehead might actually crack and my brains would seep out of my head.

“No!” Calum nearly wailed again.

“You knew how I felt about Polly, Calum!” I wailed back. “How did you think I would be okay with this?!”

“Because it was youridea!”

I stood in front of Calum with furrowed brows and mouth agape, hurting but most of all, confused as hell.

“It was your idea to start with, Dal.” Calum’s voice softened, and so did his eyes. He looked sad, but he also looked guilty. And sorry. “Polly was the one who gave you the idea for this piece in the first place. And when… when you stopped talking to me, all I wanted to do was make it up to you. And I thought…”

Calum trailed off for a moment, taking the time to take a breath and run his hands through his hair and over his face. He paced for a few seconds before making his way over to me again, stopping when he was just a couple of feet away.

“I just thought that maybe… maybe if I painted what you saw in your mind way back in the beginning, then maybe you’d see that you’re not as hopeless as you think.”

My lip quivered, but I held strong. Calum shuffled forward close enough to wipe away another tear that escaped the corner of my eye, but he let his hand drop and the contact was over almost quicker than it happened.

“I never meant to hurt you, D.” He said softly. “I just care about you, so much. And I wanted you to feel like you could let me in, and that you don’t have to be so afraid.”

Calum touched my face again, thumb tracing an absent pattern on my cheek while his eyes seemed to flicker from mine to my lips. But when I didn’t say anything for a while he dropped his hand and turned away from me, walking out of the alley without so much as a second glance back.

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woojinieemoved · 6 years

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Friends to Lovers!Kim Donghyun

member: kim donghyun // mxm

genre: fluff

writing type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: lol im either gonna edit a bunch of my writings or just copy and paste so sorry if some look nice and some look crusty // this one is rewritten btw!

my masterlist

so it all started when you had a project in your first year of middle school

it was kinda big for a middle school class so your teacher randomly assigned people

and wow what a coincidence you got the one and only kim donghyun!!

you had no idea who he was so you assumed he probably went to another elementary school

meeting him wasn’t too awkward?? he was super smiley and spoke kinda loud but somehow you found comfort in that

ofc since you were partners for a project, you went to meet up at the library to do research

but like that ended REEEAAAAL quickly bcuz yall are too loud lol

first of all you werent even completely focused bcuz donghyun kept making super bad jokes that were funny as a middle schooler

you’d both be laughing so fuckin loud that the librarian would have to kick you out

well ok looks like you’re going to your house to do continue the research i guess

your parents were like “omg you brought a boy home is this your boyfriend” bcuz yeah boy + girl hanging out = dating according to everyone

you looked really disgusted and donghyun looked awkward

yall basically just met so why would you even think about that!! plus you’re in middle school you don’t care about dating yet

“guys you havent even said hi to him but you already made him uncomfortable he’s just my partner for this project we have to do in class”

even tho he felt awkward, he still kept his happy, polite self and introduced himself to your parents

since it was probably a bad idea to go back to the library, donghyun would frequently come over to finish the project

your parents grew to like him more (and so did u ;) ) and him coming over would be normal now

even after you finished the project, you guys basically became super close and you would hang out alot outside of school

every year, the both of you would be praying that you’d be in the same class

if you werent, you’d be late to your classes bcuz you dont want to separate yet

until the bell rings again then you’re dashing your ass down the hall

now it wasnt until you got into highschool where people were more serious and fuckin drastic

being the major flower boy that he is, he snatched the hearts of so many girls in school

this means a shit ton of chocolates on the day of valentines !!

for him atleast lol

you never complained about not being able to get chocolates because he always shared the chocolates he got with you

but like you also knew that some girl would be brave enough to call him out to confess to him

you may have accidentally walked in on some of them mid-confession

slams door open

“donghyun where the hell are you we need to get the limited edition plush at the arcade and you know damn that’s gonna take fore- oh”

oops awkward for all of you

aaaaanndd since this is highschool some girls are petty as hell and will be like “i’ll do anything it takes to be with oppar11!!!1!1″

so you occasionally get bullied

frequently

woops they spilled juice on your notebook

woops they thought your textbook was trash

oh no where did your bag go- its outside?? and the window is open??

it took a while for donghyun to notice that you were getting bullied by his fangirls

ok in reality he only noticed because you started to distance yourself from him because of it

dh: y/n? where are you? i thought we were gonna go to the cafe

you: oh right sorry i had to go to the library for hw

dh: library??? homework??? ok its super obvious thats a lie where are you

you: wow can i not be responsible without being suspicious im just trying to pass highschool

dh: :/

dh: i know you’ve been lying alot lately y/n whats going on

you: well idk if youre just blind or stupid but your dumb fangirls are getting in my way and its annoying having to deal with them

dh: fangirls? what have they been doing? why do you have to stop hanging out with me?

you: ok youre just dumb...

dh: omg are you getting bullied

you: yes you idiot those fangirls of yours are brutal

dh: y/n..... im sorry.. i didn’t see that

you: yeah i know its been happening for months

dh: well i’ll treat you to food to make you feel better so hurry and get to the park

you: but im at home

dh: you live 3 minutes away from the park

you: im already in bed with snacks and netflix

dh: ok fine i’ll come over then

you: wait get ice cream before you come back

dh: yeah yeah ok

you wait a good 8 minutes and hear your door slamming open, your bed bouncing from donghyun whale flopping onto it

“you got the ice cream?”

he holds up the bag and says “right here”

“ok good lets make a fort now”

“why?”

you stared at him blankly

“perfect reason i’ll get the blankets”

he gets up and runs to the hallway closet, grabbing the extra blankets your family keeps

you get up to find as many extra pillows so that you can use it to support the fort

takes yall a good 25 min to do but its worth it

you snuggle up under the fort and start to eat your slightly melted ice cream

after like 3 movies, your eyes start to get heavy since you’re warm under the blankets and donghyun’s arms

donghyun was pretty immersed in the movie so he didnt see you slowly drift off to sleep

it wasnt until he was going to make some sort of witty comment to you about what was happening in the current scene

your cheek was pressed against his chest and your arms balled up in front of you

he smiles to himself and grabs his phone next to him to snap some pics of your sleeping face

he figured he should just go to sleep too since you arent awake to make dumb comments about the movie anymore

he closes your laptop and gently holds you to place your head on the pillow and shimmies himself to lay down as well

boom now you’re both dead asleep and snuggly

ok fast forward in time

its your senior year and yall r kinda burnt tf out bcuz of college applications and scholarships

but wow its valentines again!!!11!

you were prepared to see donghyun struggling to carry a ton of chocolates but instead you were greeted to him holding a bouquet of roses and a bucket of fried chicken

“did someone give you chicken for valentines? is that their way of not being like everyone else and giving you chocolates”

he lets out a nervous laugh and steps closer to you

“no, but its my way of not being like everyone else”

he holds out the bouquet and chicken in front of you

you stare at him like ??? lol ok

“wow is this finally my own gift of appreciation this year”

“in some sort, yeah”

“awwww thanks best friendddddd” you lightly smacked his arm and took the things from his hands

before you could take the time to look at the roses, donghyun grabbed your wrists and looks at you dead straight in the eyes

your heart sped up but you tried to make a joke to make it look like you werent nervous

“what do you want me to share the chicken?”

“y/n can i kiss you”

“wait what-”

he just goes in and plants his lips on top of yours

not too roughly tho

it was like a soft pillow on your lips and you did not pull away or complain at all

you leaned forward a bit to deepen the kiss since you couldnt really grab him or anything

cuz yaknow

ya got chicken and a bouquet occupying your hands

donghyun got the hint and hesitantly placed his hands on your hips

eventually the both of you couldnt breath so you pulled away and stared at each other

“im sorr-”

“shut up you absolute dork i cant believe you kissed me first before even saying anything” you teased

he shoved his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment and laughed

but it was all a scheme

he used that chance to whisper right into your ear:

“i love you y/n”

now its you shoving your face into his chest from embarrassment

“i hate you so much kim donghyun,...”

me too y/n, me too.....

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