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woozisnoots · 4 years

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modest jeon wonwoo

° pairing: wonwoo x reader ° genre: university!au, host club!au, fluff ° word count: ~1.7k ° warnings: none! ° a/n: this had no business being this long and idek if i like it lol but I want to specifically dedicate this piece to @wonwoosimp bc she’s literally the sweetest, best bean in the world [insert uwu meme here] thank you for gifting me my very first photocard, I literally cried opening it! I love you so much, I hope you enjoy!

welcome to the svt host club!

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you entered university with a certain goal, a purpose. eventually, you were going to be the pediatric surgeon that the 13 year old you ushered you to be.

…let's just hope the knowledge of your brain was enough to get you through the first four years of pre-med. with your 3.7 high school GPA, you were lucky to get into your first choice college, let alone your current major

from the start of the semester, you dedicated yourself to studying the anatomy and physiology of the body until you knew every nook and cranny there was to know. and the library was the perfect sanctuary to get your shit together

as much as you loved your roommates, their constant fights over closet space and boy toys gave you no peace of mind what-so-ever

bless the library for being opened 24/7. If your roommates found you sleeping on their only working desk, you would find yourself waking up to the sound of tripping freshmen trying to get to their first 8am class right in the middle of the hallway

but the lone table in the corner of the library just on the third floor did you good at staying focused. even provided some good naps in between every now and then

the day before your first anatomy test, you LOCKED yourself in the library. no one was going in OR OUT of the premise just to sit across from you on YOUR table until you fully memorized the different layers of epithelial tissue >:(

gosh, you even scattered all your notes across the table just so people got the memo that this seat was: [OFF LIMITS]

yes, off limits to everyone except a certain jeon wonwoo.

the way you met was abrupt to say the least

besides your table, you had a pretty good view of the entire campus — from the main health science building all the way to the student parking lot

and just below you, an astonishing sight of a mob of screaming girls chasing after a mouse guy in glasses. not to be inconsiderate and heartless, but unless you heard someone scream bloody murder, diving back into your flashcard you go

tissue after tissue, you start to get delusional because at this point, everything is starting to look the same

slumping down into your chair, you take a second to mentally recharge, drinking the water you’ve neglected for the past three hours

you time yourself for a five minute break, going through the notifications on your phone

before you could read your roommate’s ongoing ramble on the latest update of the “crazy good looking, god-like, elite host club that the university has to offer”

a ‘club’ that you didn’t even know anything about nor cared for

you hear a loud ‘thud’ coming from the bookcase in front of you

from the side the tall, lean guy with glasses that you saw earlier emerged with his hands gripping his tricep

you try not to draw too much attention to him. half the reason being you didn’t want to embarrass him by laughing at the fact he ran into a 10 feet tall bookcase

and you did not need this man distracting you. it’s your eight week streak being this productive, a new record for anything you’ve done in your entire life and your pride wouldn’t let you have it if you lost it just because you saw an attractive man on sight

you scribble down a decent guess to the tissue identification question that you’ve been stuck on for the past few minutes, not bothering to look up

“that’s actually dense connective tissue, not smooth”

jolting up from your seat, you look up realizing the guy 5 feet away is now right in front of your face looking down at all your papers

“you can tell because they’re striated”

you stare at him in disbelief wondering how he could have gotten so fast with just looking at it for a few seconds. eyeing him up and down, he definitely looked around the same age as you but he wasn’t someone you’ve seen around the science buildings. and you would know since you took the liberty of familiarizing almost everyone within the department

“do you mind if i sit here?” his hands already on the edge of the chair ready to pull it out from underneath him

“...yeah sure”

“oh i’m wonwoo by the way,” he says as you both exchange awkward stares and knowledgeable nods

okay well since he’s proven that he might be of help to you, you might as let him stay. from what you’ve gathered, he didn’t have any stuff on him aside from his phone that you watch him get out of his front pocket, getting ready to play pacman

forget how attractive he is, this guy has some brains.

for the rest of the day, as you guys sat across from each other, wonwoo would occasionally bounce back and forth between giving you study tips and playing whatever game he decides to play at that moment in time

he was surprisingly really good at this? he knew more things about the subject than your professors did, and that’s saying a lot. like you’ve been looking at cells for WEEKS and you were lucky to get at least half of them. which begs the question:

“how do you magically know all this?”

the blank expression on his face tells you he wasn’t expecting that question but he quickly shrugs it off. “i just know a few things from my parents that’s all”

you would have questioned him further but the time on your phone read “22:57” and you already broke your number rule about sleeping early before a big test

as you pack up all your stuff, wonwoo pushes his chair in, bidding you farewell

“good luck on your test tomorrow!”

you appreciate the gesture, mentally thanking him for his help and proceed to go back to your dorms, preparing yourself to tell your roommate all about the exciting? day you had

“YOU MORON. JEON WONWOO?”

laying flat on your back on your bed, you cover the bottom half of your face, quivering under your sheets as you stare at your roommate’s outrageous outburst

you explain what happened and who you met today at the library. when your roommate asked to describe him in more detail, all you said was that he was pretty smart for someone who wasn’t particularly in your major

your roommate lets out a loud scream into their pillow, gripping the bed sheets before giving you the earful of the century

“he’s just being modest. he’s a korean lit major but he’s one of the uni’s top students since both his parents are the head of the science department.

…AND he’s one of the most requested host club members. so you caught yourself one big fish today bud.”

top student? science department? HOST CLUB? none of that was processing in your brain. the one club that you wanted nothing to do with and you just happened to meet their top money maker

grand.

the thought didn’t keep you up at night only because you thought that today’s encounter was just coincidence and you probably would never have to see him again.

(sad though, your roommate was right. he is rather good looking.)

the time that it took for you to take your test the next day flew by so fast that you questioned if it even happened. the first step you took out the classroom, you start to second guess all your answers, regretting that you didn’t check a third or even fourth time before submitting

your train of thought halts when you see jeon wonwoo standing in the empty hallway

“i’m sure you aced it”

and just like in a netflix original romance movie, he reveals a bouquet of pink begonias from behind his back while shyly adjusting his glasses

“these are for you. to congratulate you”

weird way to phrase it but you were still gonna take the flowers. “host club tendencies?”

“so you found out?”

from a distance, you can hear the rushing footsteps from downstairs followed by a sense of purpose. “i think i was bound to” :/

you didn’t know how you felt about the current situation. you had no idea what host club was until you got here and you still don’t know what they even do. for all you knew, this could just be a gesture to get them more clients

but if his actions were genuine… you wouldn’t mind seeing him again

“i have to start learning muscles for our next exam. heard it was one of the hardest ones. i’m not sure if you have more studying tricks up your sleeve?”

“i might.” a cocking little grin now appearing on his face

“good. same place at the library tomorrow then. and this time? try not to bring your dedicated fans wherever you go”

so these study sessions continued. you guys occasionally had to change spots - from cafe to an empty bio lab - if the mob ever saw a single hair follicle that might be his

but each time, wonwoo brought something more just himself. one day it would be coffee, others days it would be food. things to keep you motivated.

for a korean lit major, he was taking a lot of time out of his day to help you, being attentive to all the strategies that help you study and such

possibly making your assumption from months back, true.

by the time finals rolled around, aside from the spursts of review here and there, study sessions became more casual. you didn’t feel the need to overwork our brain since you already knew all the information (something you actually learned from wonwoo himself)

possibly the last meeting you’d have with him was similar to your first: just you two together but him playing on his phone. and yet before the night ended

“i have a proposal.”

“i’m not giving you money for your dumb club.” bold of him to assume you would-

“no but i really appreciate the thought :)

why don’t we turn these study sessions into… study dates instead?”

your assumption after 6 months later: finally confirmed

“but that’s only IF you ace your finals.”

well let’s just say at the very end, you had a successful first semester and are now one step closer towards being the surgeon of your dreams.

plus, you even landed yourself a pretty cool boyfriend in the process

let’s hope his parents put in a good word for you when you apply to med school!

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gladiatortale · 3 years

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My DEPRESSION BEATING, fandom obsessing, shit-tastic FANTASTIC year in review!

TL;DR: I’m fixing my mental health and figuring out WHO THE FUCK I AM one fandom filled day at a time! Thank you to everyone who’s been there for me along the way. xoxo

what’s up HEATHENS.

stating the goddamn obvious here, it’s been a HELLUVA YEAR. One emotional rollercoaster after another but we’re ALMOST DONE. I know things aren’t gonna magically get better the second it flips to 00:01 on January first, but I’m excited to put this year behind me, and (SHOCKINGLY) a bit sad to see it go.

It was a year where the whole world completely stopped, we realized what is really important, what is really worth fighting for, and took a GODDAMN SECOND to just breathe.

For me personally, the year (which I’m counting off from November 1st) started out UNBELIEVABLY SHIT. I had just been kicked out of the country I called home for the last four years (thank you Brexit), I had ZERO job prospects, my depression was the WORST it had ever been, and I just didn’t want to get out of bed in the morning. And in the beginning, the pandemic felt like salt in the wound, an extra kick in the teeth to my early twenties that had already “failed to launch.”

But I tried to embrace the madness, really take advantage of the world (that I always thought moved to fast) properly slowing down, and take time to try and become myself again. I wanted to figure out what I loved and try and become a bit more like the person I was before my depression got so bad.

I often say I became that Manic Trash Planet Lady™ you see in sci-fi adventure films; a bit zany to say the least, with a million ideas and a very eclectic fashion sense, but embracing the insanity as it comes...

*cough cough* audrey, get to the goddamn point!

Right. lol. THE POINT IS!

I’m not 100% “healed”, I’m not sure if I think depression is a “oh look you’re officially cured! hooray!” type of disease, but this year I let myself ENJOY SHIT for the first time in god knows how long. I still don’t know “wHaT i WaNt To dO WiTh mY LiFe”, but I’ve got a better idea and I’m heading in (what feels like) the right direction. And most of all, I can look back and say I am better than where I was a year ago.

So I wanted to say T H A N K Y O U to the mad lads on this website that introduced me to the fandoms, shows, movies, fics... THE SHIT that made me happy this year and were there to be one (BIG) piece in my healing journey.

AND SO, with out further rambling ADO! Here are the highlights of the year marked by my ridiculous hyper-fixations and OBSESSIONS. Thanks for putting up with me ya fiends, xoxox

November 2019 The Arcana (Visual Novel)

I had just gotten home and I was in a LOOOOOOW place. Randomly decided to download this app when it came up and it proceeded to ruin my life (and my bank account...) for pretty much the rest of the year. It was exactly what I needed to get me through a tough time and I was thoroughly, horse-blinders-up-to-the-rest-of-the-world, OBSESSED. These gorgeous magical fiends ruined me and all I could say was thank you.

Joined the fandom: November 2019 Obsession peaked: Late November Obsession faded: December 2019; I started a new job AND my bank statement came in and I realized I had accidentally spent over SIXTY BUCKS on this stupid app. No ragrets, but I definitely started to phase out at that point. Fandom friends: Velma, (@lanavxds on insta) miss you girlie xx Fanfics you NEED to read: ‘Second Mistake’ by DeathBelle on AO3, because DAAAAAYUM SON. Favourite moments: Basically the whole of the Julian arc. That gangly himbo OWNED my ass for a month.

December 2019 Hazbin Hotel (TV Series)

Y’ALL okay here me out. Am I proud of this one? No. Is the show crass as hell? OOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH. Did my angsty ass love it at the end of last year? DAMN STRAIGHT IT DID. Goes without saying, but this is NOT FOR EVERYBODY, but it definitely helped me along the way to becoming more comfortable with myself and being open about being the massive geek that I always was, and watching things I enjoy regardless of what people say about it.

Joined the fandom: December 2019 Obsession peaked: Shortly there after. Fandom friends: None. Dipped one toe in fandom discourse and then promptly YEETED the fuck outta there. Obsession faded: January 2019. Still curious to see the full series if A24 actually ever does produce the whole thing, but I have def moved away from it. Fanfics you NEED to read: Haven’t read any. Maybe I’m a pussy baby piece-o-shit, but I DID NOT want to go down that rabbit hole, NO MA’AM. Favourite moments:

Discovering the Hunicast podcast. These guys are a riot and Ashley is a flustered GEM. Even if you don’t watch the show, go watch an episode of these fucking LADS just dicking about and your day will get better.

Watching the first episode with my partner and watching him realize his girlfriend is a total freak.

January 2020 Lore Olympus (Webtoon Comic)

*Officially* discovered this one thanksgiving weekend in 2019, but my Arcana phase was still raging pretty strong at that point so I didn’t really get in to it until later. EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER NEEDS TO READ IT. It has everything and handles the reality sexual assault and it’s aftermath EXTREMELY well.

Joined the fandom: Late November 2019 Obsession peaked: January 2020 Fandom friends: KELLEY. MA GIRL XOXOXO Obsession faded: June-ish 2020. I’m like 10 chapters behind now, but I still love this story so much. Fanfics you NEED to read: SO MANY ON MY ‘MARKED FOR LATER’ LIST AAAAAH. I have to get to that... NEW YEARS RESOLUTION lol Favourite moments: Having a drunk conversation on New Years Eve in 2019 with one of my oldest friends from high school about how much she loved it too. Helped me see how popular fandom and fandoms, are especially after feeling like I needed to hide my enthusiasm through high school and uni. (THAT WAS A MISTAKE BUT I’LL GET THERE IN A MINUTE).

February 2020 Versailles (TV Series)

SO FUCKING GAY Y’ALL. Oh my god everyone in this show is so gay. Even when they’re not they still are a little bit. AND BEST OF ALL!! it’s very historically accurate (except for the demon satanic nonsense in season 3, what was that???)

Joined the fandom: February 2020 Obsession peaked: Like??? The SECOND I finished episode one. Fandom friends: none... WHERE ARE ALL OF YOU??? Obsession faded: March 2020. It was a fast and passionate love affair, what can I say? Fanfics you NEED to read: IF YOU HAVE RECS, GIVE ‘EM TO MEEEEE. Favourite moments:

Showing the first episode to a friend of mine and the *ungodly GASP* that came out of her throat was... PRICELESS.

The ENTIRE throuple(???) relationship between the Chevalier, Philipe, and Palatine. PLATONIC/ ROMANTIC LOVE G O A L S.

March 2020 Yuri!!! On Ice (TV Series)

*deep breath* ...y’all knew this one was coming.

Was I ready for this show to ruin my fucking life? No. Am I so glad it happened??? FUCK YEAH.

NEVER IN MY LIFE have I fallen off the deep end so quickly with a fandom. HOLY SHIT. This blog didn’t have much of an “identity” before, but I you said that this is a Yuri On Ice blog now I wouldn’t even be mad (nor could I really defend myself to the contrary... bc??? like??? just go LOOK at my archive). Craziest thing is I watched the first two episodes like?? a solid TWO YEARS ago, but I didn’t continue watching because I was just not in the right head space for all the love and silliness and positivity.

I could do a whole separate post about how much this show and how this fandom has changed my life (DON’T TEMPT ME I JUST MIGHT). But I’ll stick with the highlights for now ;)

Joined the fandom: March 2020 Obsession peaked: Has it peaked?? Went straight up and it still going lol Fandom friends: Sandra, my mentor, my queen @aeriamamaduck, my fandom ride-or-die. Thank you for taking this internet bby under your wing. RACHEL @idancewiththefairies I TRAPPED YOU HERE. MUAHAHAHA xxx Obsession faded: ON GOING. CAN’T STOP, WON’T STOP. Fanfics you NEED to read: jfc, SO MANY.

‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’ and ‘Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts’ by Reiya @kazliin -- Rivals AU companion pieces. Longest fics I’ve ever read and JESUS CHRIST these two fucking SENT ME. Most popular YOI fics on AO3 for a REASON.

‘Tell Me Where Your Love Lies’ by @aeriamamaduck -- Royalty AU, trope-breaking ABO. Ah sweet, TMWYLL, how you’ve killed me over and over again. This BEAUTIFUL wip has SUCH amazing world-building idk where to start (Congrats on passing 50,000 hits!) EVERYONE GO READ IT.

‘Blackbird’ by sixpences -- WWII/Coldwar Spy Fic. I don’t have enough words to describe how amazing this is. It’s elevated to a higher plane beyond fanfic. Just go read it. Thank me later.

‘Zanka’ by rinsled05 @dreaming-fireflies -- The geisha fic that ruined me. *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH *gasp* I’m fine. lol I sooooo not ready for this fic. Holy hell, Aoyagi had my heart in his hands from the first chapter. “’Please’ [...] ‘Don’t give me hope.’“ FUUUUCK.

‘Echoes’ by Reiya @kazliin -- Future fic. First fic I cried at... BOI. I was NOT ready for this. Shouldn’t be surprised given the author, but MAN. “‘A love like that, a love like what they had together, it never leaves completely.’ Yuri spoke again, eyes still staring out onto the ice, lost in memory. ‘There are always echoes.’” JUST FUCK ME UP.

Favourite moments: Oh good lord, where do I begin??

Having two (count ‘em TWO) main characters with mental health issues (Yuuri and his anxiety and Victor with burn out and depression) and NOT MAKING IT THE ONLY ASPECT OF THEIR PERSONALITY. CLAPS FOR KUBO AND YAMAMOTO!!

Everything about Yurio (ESPECIALLY HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH YUUKO AND HIS GRANDPA), that tsundere motherfucker is too pure for this world.

THE KISS. THE PROPOSAL. MY HEART WASN’T READY. AAAAAH!!

This fandom *properly* introducing me to smut on AO3...

Thinking I was going to get Rachel to like the show... NOT being prepared for her to fall off the deep end and START LIKING REAL SKATING TOO!!

Staying up waaaaaay too late waaaaaay too often to plan out plot points for TMWYLL with Sandra. Love ya dearie.

The warm fuzzy feeling I get every time I think about Victor and Yuuri.

April 2020 Bungou Stray Dogs (TV Series)

I had a hunch I was gonna like this show considering ALL of the characters are based off of famous classic authors from around the world... what I was NOT prepared for was just HOW MUCH I was going to love it. HOLY SHIT. The art style? Love it. The plot?? Bonkers, but so fun. THE VOICE CAST??? AMAZING. Highly recommend to anyone who wants to get in to anime, great place to start.

Joined the fandom: April 2020 Obsession peaked: Probably this summer? But we have DEF plateaued in a VERY high place. Fandom friends: FIJI. MA BOIIIII @lil-1nsane Obsession faded: Hasn’t. Hope it doesn’t Fanfics you NEED to read: So so so many. The smut in this fandom is *chef’s kiss*, but here are a few...

‘He Works Hard For the Money’ by CataclysmicEvent @cataclysmicevent2019 -- Sugar Daddy AU. FUCK MAN. I was not expecting to like this one, but bloody hell. This fic grabbed me by the throat and WOULD NOT let me go. Praying for chapter 16! But the author is working on another STELLAR fic so I’m okay for now.

‘Everything or Nothing’ by CataclysmicEvent @cataclysmicevent2019 -- University AU. FUCK THIS FIC. Started reading it as I was waiting for HWHFTM to update and BOI, this fic ROCKS. The alternating POV fits so well with the enemies/idiots-to-lovers vibe. Solid 10 outta 10.

‘The City Where Wind Blows’ by @raven-rein -- Cancer Death fic. *pained shriek* AAAAAAGUUUUUUUHHHH *gasp* aaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, FUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKK MEEEEE. THIS FIC. Only the second fic I’ve ever cried to but I BAWLED MY GODDAMN EYES OUT. FUUUUUUUCK. I was not ready, never would have been ready. This is so tremendously well done, it killed me so beautifully,

‘Haunted by Hatred’ by DeathBelle -- Canon compliant Soukoku. It is a CRIME that DeathBelle doesn’t have more BSD fics on her page, but this one is still brilliant.

Favourite moments:

THE CHUUYA-DAZAI MAFIA REUNION TEAM UP WHEN THEY FIGHT LOVECRAFT. Ooof. BOI. We love it.

The first three episodes. Soooo many break neck plot twists.

Every insane hypothetical conversation with Fiji.

Every time Atsushi or Tanizaki is on screen bc I LOVE THESE LIL BEANS.

June 2020 Trash Taste (Podcast)

Goddamn I love these chaotic lads so much.

As I became more and more comfortable with myself and my love for anime I stumbled upon these three goons, -- Joey, Connor, and Garnt, -- best known for there SUPER successful (mostly) anime YouTube channels. Even if you don’t watch anime, WATCH/LISTEN TO THIS PODCAST. The focus is mostly on their lives and the overall expat/immigrant experience, with a bit of anecdotal anime references sprinkled in.

This show is both wholesome and heathenous in equal measure, and after having lived abroad for a significant portion of my (admittedly still quite short) life, it was such a breath of fresh air to hear people talk so openly about how living outside your home country is both wonderful and terrifying. They’re wonderfully candid about the fact that even if you love a place dearly, no where is perfect, and you WILL hate somethings about your new home even if the majority of the experience is fantastic. I cannot rate this show highly enough.

Joined the fandom: June 5th 2020, loved it from the first episode. Obsession peaked: July maybe? I was RELIGIOUS about watching the episodes as soon as they came out. Still watch every week, but less “on time.” Fandom friends: None :( but I have tricked my partner in to listening several times :) Obsession faded: It’s dimmed from where it was, but still going strong. Fanfics you NEED to read: NONE. NEVER PLAN TO. Hard and fast rule, I don’t read fics about real people. Characters played by real people, even that’s a maybe for me. But real-real people? FUCK NO. (some of my) Favourite moments:

Any time Garnt and Connor get into a big-brain-monkey-brain argument and Joey is just LOSING his GODDAMN MIND in the corner.

Bringing a retired Japanese porn star in the show for an honest conversation about consensual sex work and showing people can have more than one career in life.

Everything about the, ‘Are Online Friends Real Friends?’ episode. GO WATCH IT, it’s brilliant.

Garnt making “chotto-THE-FUCKING-matte” an expression

August 2020 Great Pretender (TV Series)

Spent most of the summer marinating in my BSD and YOI bubbles, until THIS BAD BOI came up on my Netflix recommendations. HOOOO BOI. This is some Anime Of The Year shit right here. Has a pretty original concept (Catch Me If You Can by way of Oceans 11-ish) but generally starts out like most other shounen (sans the super powers). AND THEN EPISODE FIVE HAPPENS. Not gonna spoil it but they TOOK THAT SHIT UP A NOTCH. Brilliant, even with a bit of an insane ending. GO WATCH THIS ONE.

Joined the fandom: August 2020 Obsession peaked: Pretty much as soon as I started watching it. Fandom friends: What’s up Fiji ;) @lil-1nsane Obsession faded: Naturally faded, but so glad I watched Fanfics you NEED to read: None so far! Little scared about this one, heard mixed reviews, but maybe someday. Favourite moments:

Edamame’s “madness arc” at the end of season 2. HOOOO BOY.

Laurent getting fucking WRECKED when Edamame punches him mid way through season 2, kills me every time.

Introducing my partner to anime with this show.

October 2020 Attack on Titan (TV Series)

RETURN OF THE KING. lol

In my quest to find an anime that I can watch with my partner, I turned on season 1 of this bad boi. Holy hell I forgot how much I loved this show, NO WONDER everyone lost their goddamn minds when this show first aired. I NEED to catch up before all the season four spoilers come to get me...

Joined the fandom: Winter 2016 Obsession peaked: Basically as soon as I started watching it. Fandom friends: None yet, but I know you’re out there... Obsession faded: 2017, JUST BEFORE SEASON TWO... I should have stuck around longer I know, but it’s slowly coming back. Reeeeeally need to catch up on seasons two, three, and four. Fanfics you NEED to read: GIVE ME YOUR RECS HEATHENS. Favourite moments:

Watching my partner FREAK OUT about Eren’s “death.”

EVERYTHING ABOUT POTATO GORL! lol

Getting in a conversation with a die hard fan after I hadn’t watched it in three years and saying... “Who’s that blond bitch that cries all the time?”/ “Armin?”/ “THAT’S THE ONE!”

November 2020... kind of. Figure Skating (Sport)

Okay this one is a bit hard to explain.

I have been a DIE HARD figure skating for A LOOOOOONG time. My grandmother got me a hat from the 2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City and I remember watching even then. But I first became consciously aware of different skaters, my faves, etc. from about 2010. I vividly remember watching Plushenko skating in 2014 while on a school trip to Hawaii, and my friends laughing at me as I yelled at the TV.

But I didn’t TRULY get involved in the fandom side of it until this year. I had all this knowledge bottled up, but didn’t have any skating friends to talk to... UNTIL NOW. Super ironic that this happened in a year with almost NO skating, but I’ll take what I can get ;) Also did I stay up until FOUR-GODDAMN-THIRTY IN THE MORNING a few nights ago to stream Japanese Nationals on my phone??? YOU BET I DID.

Joined the fandom: Three times; 2002, 2010, and 2020. Obsession peaked: 2014? 2018? Idk it peaks any time someone does something amazing. Fandom friends: Rachel, my girl @idancewiththefairies, WHY DIDN’T I INTRODUCE YOU TO THIS SOONER??? Obsession faded: Hasn’t. Won’t. lol Fanfics you NEED to read: NOPE. NONE. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. No fanfics about real people. Never gonna change that. (some of my) Favourite moments:

Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir doing THAT routine at the 2018 Olympics.

Rachel sheepishly admitting to me that Shoma may have replaced Yuzu as her favourite, and me being SO DAMN PROUD of her for growing and developing her own skating opinions apart from me.

Yuzu’s 2012 ‘Romeo and Juliet’ routine and Worlds. THE RAW FUCKING POWER OF THAT SKATE.

Plushenko, cheeky bastard, changing his 2014 Team Event routine AS IT WAS HAPPENING.

The worlds friendliest rivalry between Yuzu and Nathan.

Any thing the Shibutani’s do, and all they do to break up the stereotype that all of Ice Dancing has to be rOmAnTiC and SeNsUaL to be good.

Watching my early faves become coaches and the D R A M A.

Honorable Mentions:

Coco (Film): I watched this the weekend I came home and I owe this movie a lot. It is so sweet an heartwarming, and it a roundabout way it brought me back to Tumblr (needed somewhere to vent my feelings considering I watched the movie a solid THREE YEARS after it came out, Tumblr seemed like the place to go lol). Watched in again in 2020 and it’s just as amazing.

Jekyll and Hyde (All media): Loved this book from the first time I read it in my first year of uni. But in December 2019, my fandom understanding reached its PEAK. The musical?? The comic?? YOOOOOO.

Dear Evan Hansen (Musical): I have BARELY engaged in fandom discourse, but the MUSIC. She fucking SLAPS.

Sirius the Jaeger (TV Series): This show is such an underrated gem. It literally has so much; "dead” family drama? Eclectic international group of monster hunters? Cowboys and vampires?? Yes, yes, and YES. And the main character has the same Japanese voice actor as Atsushi from BSD!

Studio Ghilbi (Films): My love affair with Ghibli goes back to when I was about 5 and BEGGED my mom to take me to the library so we could rent Kiki’s Delivery Service on DVD. But that love has been FULLY rejuvenated this year when I went to the Ghibli Film Festival in New York City (ironically in the last week in February). If you haven’t seen them, go watch From Up On Poppy Hill, Whisper of the Heart, and The Wind Rises. Spoilers, you’re probably gonna cry.

If you’ve made it this far, THANK YOU FOR READING!

And thank you to all the amazing people that made my 2020 not so horrible. Good riddance 2020, don’t let the door hit you on the way out!

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sugar-kisser · 4 years

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hi, I’m a huge fan of your writings !! sorry if you’re not receiving requests rn but can you do a pt2 for jongho!mafia au x anything related to family/pregnancy etc? thank you and I wish you a great day/night! :)

Thank you for liking all that I write! It really means a lot!! I hope you enjoy! Also sorry for being extremely m.i.a. uni has kept me b u s y. I also got really soft writing this and I just wanna scream because now I need to just see ATEEZ go to like a daycare for a day and play with other babies.

Old Habits

Part 1: Black Hour Warnings: mafia affiliated acts, cussing, death, implied mention of sex (but there is none I promise), no-mercy violence, partial psychotic break(?) Featuring: ATEEZ word count: 6965

You pull the tight black turtle neck down your head and quickly push your arms through the sleeves in order to push away the static your hair gains. You tuck your shirt quickly into your black army pants and tie the laces on your boots before moving over to your weapons closet you have in your room. You first pull off the newly reformed bullet proof vest and strap it onto your body. You then begin to hand pick out the explosives you were asked to bring along for your mission tonight.

You kept your promise with Jongho and stopped all the nonsense, ruckus, and raids. Jongho did, however, find use for you on his team and that’s where he placed you after you both recovered from the Black Hour incident. Since then the two of you actually wed and are now husband and wife, and both of you are content about it. You are happy Jongho finally came around after putting your differences aside. You had actually asked on your wedding night if he could your differences aside and he was taken back at your request. He had put his hatred towards you aside the day you came to get him from the prison, and he felt bad that it still seemed like he could not stand you. So he made a promise that night that he’d show just how much he appreciates and grows to love you every single day.

A knock on your door doesn’t pull you from your train of thought as you go over your list of explosives and make sure they’re ready to go and not loose enough to explode on you.

“We don’t leave for another two hours,” Jongho’s voice cuts the silence.

“I know. But I just need something to do. I feel antsy just waiting,” you respond, turning you head and softly smiling at him. You return back to your toys, and change a couple of them out as Jongho walks over to you. He wraps his arms around you and they sit lightly on your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel his warm lips leave a kiss on your cheek which causes you to smile sweetly but you continue to focus on your task. You continue to feel his lips trace down your chin and to your neck, causing you to slightly giggle because how ticklish you can be.

“Jongho,” you warn while trying to shoo him off.

“Yes?” He asks as if there is nothing wrong.

“Not now. I just changed,” you tell him, “besides I’m not going to be exhausted going into this. Tonight.”

“Fine,” Jongho pouts as he lets go of you. You smile sweetly at your husband, who’s currently acting like a little toddler, and give him a quick kiss to his lips before grabbing all the explosives and placing them into your one strapped backpack that’s resting on the ground. As you bend down to carefully place all the little bombs into your bag you feel Jongho’s hand smack your ass. You drop a handful of the bombs into the bag before standing up looking at the giggling boy who’s already running out the door.

“Jongho!” You holler and chase him out of the bedroom and down the hallway. You can hear his laughs echoing off the walls and you follow him down the staircase. To beat him down you sit on the railing and slide down. You jump and tackle him to the ground just past the bottom of the stairs.

“Ha!” You laugh as you have him pinned down. You hold his wrists to the floor as you basically straddle his waist to keep him pinned down.

“You sure?” Jongho asks before pushing you off and pinning you down to the floor. Instead of needing both his hands to pin your wrists to the floor he only uses one while the other lightly grabs ahold oh your chin.

“AHHHHHH! AGAIN? COME ON! YOU HAVE A ROOM!” Wooyoung screeches as he walks out of the kitchen and immediately covers his eyes.

“Oh shut up. We’re just messing around,” Jongho rolls his eyes.

“You said that last time too!” Wooyoung counters.

“Wooyoung this is OUR house,” you tell him.

“And I’m forced to live here with everyone else on the team. Nice try,” Wooyoung sasses.

“You can look! We aren’t doing anything!” Jongho tells him as he climbs off of you and helps you sit up.

“I don’t trust you,” Wooyoung answers. You grab a magazine sitting on a nearby small circular table and throw it at Wooyoung hitting him in the head.

“Hey!” Wooyoung trips back and looks at you. You shrug and push your self off the floor and brush yourself off and straighten your shirt which slightly twisted. Jongho joins you and stands up as well. Before Jongho follows Wooyoung into the conference room you smack his ass in return for earlier and he yelps.

“Ooooh. You’re in for it later,” Jongho points at you as he laughs. He smirks before disappearing into the conference room. You take a deep breath and turn to head back to the staircase to finish packing your explosives.

———

You cough as you hurry away from mission point, having completed your part of the mission. All your explosives were put to good use, although it’s not how you probably would of done it before you stopped your raids. You run down the pitch black road that’s on the more abandon side of town and head to your checkpoint stop. You breathe heavily as you continue to keep your fast pace although you’re tired, slightly cut, and bruised from the slight ambush you had when everybody first arrived. You push yourself to your checkpoint and slow yourself to a jog then a walk as you approach the abandon orphanage. You see bright car headlights heading in your direction and you hurry down the side of a building and flatten yourself against the wall and wait for the car to pass… but it doesn’t.

You poke your head out of the side and watch as the car sits in front of the orphanage, the car lights on low, so you’re able to see. You watch as someone gets out of the car, heads to the back, pull something out, and carry it possibly to the door step of the orphanage, but your view is slightly restricted. You can’t see much beyond the front steps to the building.

But why would someone bring something to an abandon building? Unless your team was wrong about it being abandoned? You watch as the person returns to their car and quickly gets in and turns their bright lights back on and you pull yourself behind the wall again and you hear the car speed down the street and you watch it pass by you. You count to ten before poking your head out. You cautiously walk up to your checkpoint and your head perks up when you hear crying… well almost screaming. But you recognized it as a child’s. You hurry up the steps but cautiously to not scare the kid.

But you’re almost taken aback when you see more of an infant laying on the old worn down mat wrapped loosely in a thin blanket. You slightly begin to panic but you crouch down in front of the baby and slowly pick it up as you shush it. You try to wrap it a little better in the blanket without thrashing it around, and you continue to hush the baby. You stand up and even try to lightly bounce the baby which calms it’s cries a little. You look down at the little infant in your arms as it cries and make the assumptions it’s got to at least be a year old or just over, but you are no doctor to confirm.

After waiting the hour your told to, the baby has fallen asleep from it’s own exhaustion. You sit on the stairs looking down at the baby unsure what you should do with it. The person who brought it here seemed to no longer want it. But it could of been kidnapped and its’ parents could be worried sick for it. You take another deep sigh but your attention is grabbed by a van pulling up to the house. You stand up and cautiously walk to the car. You give a notion to have someone open the door and you step in and take a seat immediately ‘shhhing’ everyone.

“Is that a baby?” Yoesang gasps.

“Yes. I watched someone abandon it as I approached the checkpoint,” you whisper, “I couldn’t just leave it there.”

“Wait till Jongho see’s this,” Yeosang nervously tells you.

“I’m going to look into it being possibly kidnapped or anything related because I don’t think you keep a baby this long and then just abandon it for dead. That orphanage was deserted,” you explain to him. You look down at the baby and watch it as it sleeps peacefully.

“Will you keep a look out on missing babies for me?” You ask Yeosang who nods his head. Yeosang even peeks over your shoulder, watching the baby sleep. San even leans forward and over the seat to look at the baby as well.

“What if this baby isn’t missing and someone did actually abandon it?” San asks quietly.

You sigh, “I don’t know. I mean…. I-“

“We know you can’t and would love to keep it,” Yeosang answers for you knowing well that you can’t have kids of your own. You sigh again and you look out the window, familiar scenery coming into view.

“I’ll head in first and tell everyone to shut the hell up,” San tells you as he hops out of the back of the van when it comes to a stop in front of the mansion. You watch him head inside and you wait with Yeosang for a minute before heading in. Yeosang opens the door and you walk in and you watch as the rest of the team’s eyes practically fall out of their eye sockets, especially Jongho’s.

“Where did you find that?” Jongho points to the baby.

“Someone abandoned it at my checkpoint just before I got there. I saw everything. I couldn’t leave it there,” you tell him, “I asked Yeosang to keep an eye out for missing babies just incase.”

“Y/N, we need to take it somewhere where someone can actually take care of it,” Jongho tells you with sincerity in his voice as he already knows that you’ll want to keep it if it’s not missing.

“Jongho,” you voice breaks as you look at the baby then at him tears in your eyes, “you know there is nothing more I want in the world, and I can’t physically do it.” Jongho inhales a sharp breath in remembering when you had been kidnapped as young teen and were tortured to the point where people had damaged several of your organs and you lost both your ovaries due to it. You had also lost one kidney and almost even lost your liver but that was barely saved.

You watch as Jongho can’t find a thought out response to give you and even trips as he begins to start several sentences, and you storm off towards your room, the baby cradled in your arms. You rest the baby on the bed and quickly change out of your work attire and into a hoodie and shorts. You pick the baby once again and slowly climb into your side of the bed and prop your pillows up and rest the child on your chest.

“You’re a pretty heavy sleeper,” you whisper as your lightly brush some of the hair on the top of its head. You feel a couple of hot tears rush down your face and you take a shaky breath in before exhaling.

“He doesn’t understand,” you whisper to yourself.

“I do, Y/N,” Jongho quietly states hearing you as he enters the room, standing just at the door.

“You sure?” You slightly snap, “because it doesn’t seem like that.” Jongho almost winces at your harsh tone and the look in his eyes drop even more.

“Y/N,” Jongho starts.

“I don’t want to hear it, Jongho,” you tell him and you wipe more tears that fall from your eyes, “at least not tonight.”

“Okay,” Jongho quietly whispers. You look down at the baby and you hear the door close. You let more tears fall down your cheeks and just allow them to this time. You eventually shift the baby into the space next to you and lay down fully. You turn your body to face the baby and fall asleep.

———

You slightly stir in your sleep before eventually waking yourself up. You open your eyes and slightly push your upper body off the mattress and run your left hand through your messy and tangled hair to get it out of your face. You turn too look at the other side of the bed and your heart drops, and you begin to panic as the baby isn’t laying on the bed next to you. You scramble and fall out of your bed with a out thud and begin scrambling around the entire room before running outside. You know exactly who you were heading to, and you stormed your way.

“Jongho!” You scream. You run down the stairs and hurry into his office but it’s empty. You close the door and you turn around and almost bump into Yeosang.

“Where. Is. He,” you demand from the quiet boy. Yeosang’s eyes widen in fear and he points towards the kitchen. You brush past Yeosang and storm into the kitchen and Yeosang tries to call out for your name.

“JONG-“ you stop yourself when you watch Jongho turn to face you, the baby in his arms as he stands in the middle of a messy kitchen.

“Y/N,” Yeosang calls your name and you turn to him slightly still distressed, “there are currently no reports of missing babies or children that match him.” He hands you the missing children’s papers he found and you look over them.

“I would like a small team on this please. Find these kids,” you tell him as you hand him back the four papers. He nods his head and exits the kitchen. You then turn back to Jongho and look at him.

“Why in the hell would you give me a scare like that?” You demand from him.

“I didn’t want him waking you up. You need your sleep,” Jongho tells you as he slowly moves about the kitchen while holding the baby.

“Let me see him,” you pout. Jongho lightly laughs and hands him over. You carefully take him and hold him gently in your arms as he slightly sits on your hip.

“Hi,” you whisper to him. The baby stares back at you, his brown eyes seem even lighter than yesterday.

“I’m starting to wonder if you love that baby more than me,” Jongho states as he continues to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

“Oh, stop. You’re just jealous,” you tease as you shift the little human in your arms.

“I totally am,” Jongho sarcastically responds. You walk over to him and hit him in the arm and pick up something to eat from one of the bowls on the counter.

“Hey!” Jongho playfully snaps and you shrug your shoulders smiling cheekily.

“Yes?” You innocently ask. Jongho gives you a “your kidding, right” face before lightly laughing and running up to you to kiss you.

“You guys are so gross,” Wooyoung calls from the kitchen table. The two of you stop and turn towards the purple haired boy who’s trying to eat his food in an awkward space.

“How long have you been there?” Jongho asks.

“When am I not in the kitchen?” Wooyoung counters as he takes another bite of his pop tart.

“You need to go do something with San or bully Seonghwa,” you tell him.

“I’ll do that later,” Wooyoung brushes you off. You roll your eyes and turn on your heels and head out of the kitchen with Jongho on your tail.

“What does your day look like?” You ask Jongho as you head into your living room and take a seat on the floor, setting the baby down who instantly begins crawling off.

“I’ve got a few things to take care of that have to do with last night. After San says he needs help with something. I still don’t know what but I’m probably not going to like it,” Jongho sighs. You nod your head and turn your head to check on the infant who’s now running away.

“Hey!” You call and chase after the little baby who begins laughing when he hears you. You pick him up and swing him around to run back towards where you were sitting. The baby instantly starts running off giggling again.

“I assume you’ll be busy with him today?” Jongho asks smiling as he watches the baby run towards him. You nod your head and take a seat on the couch. The baby watches you and tries his best to try climbing the couch. Jongho laughs helping him up and giving you one last kiss before leaving towards his office.

“Well hello,” you say brightly at the little infant who plops to a sitting position on the couch after realizing the couch is a softer surface, “now what are we going to name you?”

———

“Are you sure we need all of this?” Jongho asks looking at everything San had bought and stored in the garage.

“Jongho. I’m pretty sure that if this baby was kidnapped, then it would of been reported missing by now,” San tells him. Jongho sighs and nods his head.

“Okay. You boys have this all set up I’ll keep Y/N busy. But you do know you have like an hour because she catches on to things quickly,” Jongho tells him.

“Already ahead of you. Everyone already knows what they are doing,” San informs. Jongho pats him on the back before heading inside the house to find you.

“Oh Y/N,” Jongho calls in a sugary voice.

“Okay, you clearly want something that I’m not going to willingly give,” you sigh as you walk out of your studio room, the baby sitting on your hip. Jongho’s mouth drops in shock to your response and his eyebrows even slightly raise.

“What mak- never mind,” Jongho starts, “I was going to find you and see if you would like to go buy some clothes for the baby. He’s been in that since last night.” You instantly light up and agree.

“Hold him while I go put actual clothes on. I can not go out in my pjs,” you tell him before sprinting upstairs to change. Jongho slightly begins to bounce the baby he’s holding to keep it entertained and even talks to it quietly.

“You have a good day? Yeah?” He asks as the boy reaches out for Jongho’s hand. Jongho hears a couple of stifled laughs and turns around to find Wooyoung and San carrying in a large box while trying not to laugh at their “oh so fearsome leader”.

“You better move before I split your heads like apples,” Jongho warns and the boy’s’ eyes widen and they quickly leave the room. You finally return in a new set of clothes and even brought one of your too small and old cardigans.

“Hand me Minjoon,” you tell Jongho.

“Minjoon? You decided a name?” Jongho asks as he hands him over.

“Yeah. I like it. He’ll grow into it,” you tell him as you brightly smile at Minjoon. You manage to place him in the cardigan, although it’s just more wrapped around him if anything. You begin to head towards the garage but Jongho pulls you to walk out the front door with him. You instantly find it a little odd that he wants to go out the front door.

“I know you’re hiding something. But I’ll just let it play out,” you tell him as he opens the front door.

“This has to be your new record,” Jongho laughs and the two of you head to a car already waiting in the horseshoe driveway. Jongho opens the back door for you and helps you in before climbing in himself. Jongho gives the driver the location and the car shifts into drive.

“Have you told Chaeyoung yet?” Jongho asks, knowing that you tell your best friend everything.

“Yeah. She actually came over a little while ago on her free time. It was a short visit but you know she’s busy running things internationally,” you answer him.

“Do you want me to pull her from that position to keep her closer?” Jongho offers.

“No, no, no, no. She loves what she’s doing and she likes being busy,” you decline immediately. Jongho nods his head and looks out the windshield window. Minjoon makes little noises which captures your attention and you let him grab onto a couple of your fingers.

Jongho helps you out of the car when it pulls up to the first baby clothing store he could think of that you might like… well San gave him a list and this place was written first, so here you are. He follows you inside and the two of you begin looking for clothes.

“We are not putting him in a leather jacket,” you tell Jongho for the fourth time as he’s already shown you ten leather jackets.

“Oh come on,” Jongho whines.

“It is the middle of summer! He’ll melt!” You tell him as you turn to face another rack of clothes. Jongho audibly huffs and looks down at the three leather jackets in his hand.

“I don’t know why she’ll telling me no,” Jongho mumbles, “I’m the one buying it all.” He then goes to face you again, “Y/N. We can get him two and he can wear them when the heat co- Y/N?” Jongho looks at the spot you were standing in not even ten seconds ago, but you’re no longer there. Or anywhere in the near by area. Jongho turns on his heels and looks in every direction.

“Y/N?” Jongho calls out but there is no response. As he tries to decide on which way to head to begin looking for her, he hears a scream coming from an isle not to far from him. Out of instinct he heads that way but only to find you knocked out, some blood coming out of a cut from your head.

“Y/N!” Jongho yells and pushes past everyone. He looks over your face and quickly checks your pulse, then he realizes.

“Where’s Minjoon?” He quickly looks up and around, “has anyone seen a baby boy? Black hair. Big light brown eyes. My son isn’t here.” A couple people in the small crowd begin checking other isles and the areas around. Jongho returns to trying to wake you up.

“Come on Y/N,” he begs, a chill running down his back which is rare. Your eyes slowly begin to open, and you blink a few times while slowly beginning to move around.

“Wha-“

“You’re okay. You got hit,” Jongho whispers helping you sit up, “do you know who hit you?”

“I’m not sure. I need a minute,” you tell him. You raise you hand to your head but wince as your hand brushes against the cut on your forehead.

“It’s just a cut. Come on. We need to get back,” Jongho whispers and helps you fully up. You, still in a daze, nod your head and let him guide you outside and to your car. Once the two of you are in the car and it’s pulling out onto the highway, realization hits you real quick.

“Where’s Minjoon?” You ask looking around the car before stopping on Jongho who looks like he might just fear for his life.

“The person who hit you most likely took him,” Jongho cautiously tells you. You feel your body tremble in horror. Your heart shatters and falls, and your emotions quickly flood you. Before you could even do anything Jongho is on the phone.

“I need you to find the security footage for that, Hongjoong. I want it before we are home. I also want the assailant identified,” Jongho tells him, “because we all know what’s going to happen.” You know exactly what Jongho’s talking about. It’s the scariest thing your city has ever seen. The scariest thing Jongho and the rest of his team have ever seen, and they only ever saw it once.

And that’s when Y/N cracks. Loses all sanity and goes on a rampage.

You’ve always threatened people if they are to ever touch anyone you love they would die horrifically. Nobody ever tested that till the Black Hour incident last year. There were a few other occasions where you got close to breaking and even severally injured people so others could learn their lesson.

But you know Jongho is right. You’re going to break as soon as you get your eyes on a target. It’s going to be game over, and no one is capable of stopping you.

“Yeah,” Jongho sighs, “we’ll figure something out. Most likely not. We’ll be going into this blind. Be ready.” Jongho ends his call with Hongjoong, and the two of you wait in a tense silence the rest of the way back to the house. Your emotions growing with your anger and Jongho can sense the change in atmosphere. So when the two of you arrive to the house he let’s you storm inside first. Jongho quickly following after you.

All the boys stand ready to go whenever, and Hongjoong is already holding out a couple pieces of paper. His hands slightly shaking because of his impending fear you might just sucker punch him if you’re mad enough. You take the papers from him instantly and look over them. The first paper a clear picture of a location- probably where this person is. When you pull out the second piece of paper from behind the first you feel everything just drop. The easily recognizable picture of the prison president’s face and a background check on the second piece of paper.

“He’s not dead,” you state, “I watched them bury him. I saw the autopsy report. I wanted to make sure!” You’re fuming at this point and everyone has taken at least 3 steps away from you but Wooyoung- who’s still within two feet of you which is ballsy. You swing your fist and put it through the wall right next to Wooyoung’s head, but he doesn’t flinch.

“Well are we going?” Wooyoung asks, face and voice unwavering from the pervious moment.

“Hell yeah we are. You got 30 seconds boys to be on your bikes,” you tell them all before storming your way to your special garage in the house. You grab your secret emergency bag not even Jongho knows about, your bullet proof jacket, and motorbike helmet. You put all three on before opening your garage already sitting on your bike ready to race as soon as the garage opens. You look down at the location, and map it out quickly in your head.

Just as the garage door is just open enough you zoom out of the room, race down the driveway, and onto the street in record speed. You soon have eight other motorbikes following in suit, and they are having no trouble keeping up with you. You take streets that you know will be closer to empty but even still you weave in and out of cars. You block out all noise and focus on when you need to turn and how much time you have left. In your head you have this mental clock and if you reach zero before your destination, it’s not going to be good wherever you are. Because half the city can go down along with this location, you’re got no problem making that happen if it means you got to make a statement to everyone. Because clearly not everyone knows your memo.

You swing your bike to a quick halt and jump off. You pull your helmet and carry it with you as you calmly approach one of the many abandoned buildings on the more “quiet” side of town.

“She’s way too calm,” San states.

“Nobody gets to laugh if I actually shit myself,” Mingi states as he pulls his helmet off his head.

“This might just be worse than last time,” Jongho looks over at them as he climbs off his bike, taking his first few steps towards the building the rest of the seven boys in tow.

“Yeah, how did you survive last time? We watched that place go down,” Yeosang says. Jongho doesn’t answer as he stops, ten feet from you. The other stop behind Jongho and they all watch as you just stare at the door. You wait, inhaling and exhaling. Your mental clock finally counting down to zero. You look up and with a devilish smile on your face you turn around. Your smile alone terrifies all the boys.

“Lock and load ‘em boys,” you cheerfully state before turning on your heels. You lift up your foot and with a ear pitching scream you kick in the wooden door, taking it completely off it’s hinges and knocking the two men hiding behind it. You reach into your bag, pulling out a single tear gas bomb and throw it inside. You listen to it beep before it not only releasing tear gas but exploding immediately after sending the first room into a panic.

Now it’s time to play.

You calmly walk in pulling out your two hand guns, and without a care head into the first room. Parts are in flames, fresh littered bodies in random areas, blood splatters, and some still alive but severely injured. The eight boys follow in behind you checking their surroundings- you would think they looked like those agents from FBI shows with they way they’re moving around the room. Something you 1) do not care for 2) do not have time for. You take a look at the three different directions you can take, all potentially leading somewhere, and possibly leading you the opposite way you’re wanting to go.

“Mics on,” you tell the boys as you pull out your emergency ear com and stick it into your ear. Everyone divides up evenly into groups without discussion. Seonghwa, San, and Mingi take the door the furthest from where you all originally entered from. Yeosang, Yunho, and Hongjoong take the hallway on the opposite wall to the first door chosen. Finally Wooyoung, Jongho, and you take the door right next to the entrance point. You can feel your body itching to just go on a rampage, and you normally would but you don’t know the layout of the building. You’re going in blind… you all are.

You take the lead and walk into the room, Wooyoung and Jongho behind you both with automatics in their hands ready to fire at any given second. The room isn’t very big, possibly a conference room, but there is another exit door which catches your eye at first, but the quiet hushes are what catch you second. In a heartbeat you turn around and tackle Jongho and Wooyoung to the floor before bullets fly through the frosted glass, sending piecing flying with the bullets. You reach into you back and pull out a small little box. You lift the lid open and throw it through a corner part of the window that remains untouched so no bullet can strike it before it lands. On impact the little box detonates and sends anybody within a seven foot radius flying, killing all within three and a half feet easily. You push yourself off the floor and slouch your body ridiculously so you’re still below the windows incase there is still anyone standing. You push open the bullet infested door and your guns click, ready to fire. But again, the room just looks similar to the first one you destroyed. You loudly huff in frustration and walk through the room looking for any other way out.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung calls. You turn on your heels and Wooyoung nods his head to a large metal plate leaning up against the wall. Jongho and him quickly push it aside, revealing a door that could potentially lead them where they need to go… or it could be a dead end. You wait for Wooyoung to pull the door open Jongho and you ready to fire but you instead are presented with a staircase leading to a second level. You immediately take the lead and rush up the stairs with no idea what could be waiting. At the top you move to one side of the staircase trying to view what’s in front of you the best you can without poking your head out, and you do the same with the other side. You walk out into the open but immediately put your guns up, pointing at the person to your right when you hear their guns load and click.

“I about blew your head off,” you growl at San. San, Seonghwa, and Mingi immediately lower their weapons in relief.

“Yeosang? Where are you guys?” You ask into your coms as a majority of everyone has managed to find their way to the second floor.

“In the basement,” Yeosang answers.

“Everyone else is on the second floor. Don’t rush up if you haven’t cleared everything,” you tell him.

“Got it,” Yeosang answers before it’s all silent again.

“We’ve already cleared everything behind us up to this point,” Seonghwa explains nodding his head backwards to indicate the area they searched. You nod you head and lead now five boys to your left as you walk through the second rest of the second floor. Room by room you clear and there is no sign of anyone.

“We’ve had to miss something,” Jongho states as you guys search the last couple of rooms. You mentally agree with him, and look up and down the small hallway.

“Wooyoung, Soenghwa, and I will double back to make sure we didn’t miss anything from the other side,” San suggests before the three quickly move out. You on the other hand have been starring at an awkward space of wall near the end of the hallway next to the emergency exit point.

“Y/N? What are you thinking?” Jongho asks, noticing your concentration on a blank wall. Instead of answering you walk down the rest of the hallway and run your hand over the wall. You then lightly knock on the wall next to the closest door and every few inches you move closer to the emergency exit sign, still lightly knocking. Then you caught it, a hollow sound. You smile and look around you quickly. You smile even wider when you find a fire extinguisher. You pull it off the wall and adjust it in your hands before slamming it into the wall creating a large hole. You continue to smash holes until you can easily pull away pieces with your hand. You walk through the small hole and you just get excited. You find the jackpot. Your target.

“Well, well, Y/N,” the man sadistically smiles sitting in a chair next to a crib, “didn’t expect you to take this long.” You tilt your head to the side and smile sweetly. But in a swift motion your pull your gun out from it’s harness and shoot the president square blank in the head. You even, for fun, put a couple… okay, maybe a dozen more bullets into his body.

“Y/N!” Jongho yells, “I think that’s enough.” You turn and look at your husband who reaches out for your gun.

“I. Want. To. Be. Sure,” you growl. Despite your anger you allow Jongho to take the gun from your hand. Jongho then walks over to the crib, you quickly following him, but your heart breaks when you notice it empty. Only a note in there.

“Ha. You killed me and don’t know where you precious little bundle of joy is. You’ll never find him,” You read. With your anger easily refueled you pull out your other gun and empty the magazine into the president’s dead body, leaving him almost unrecognizable. This time Jongho doesn’t stop you.

“We’re going to find him. Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho are still checking the basement,” Jongho tells you after your moment, “let’s go join them.” You take a deep breath and nod your head. You turn and Mingi is the first to head out of the room, you second, and Jongho closely behind you.

“Have you guys found anything?” You ask, speaking into your coms.

“We’re checking the last co- oh, Yunho found something,” Yeosang stops mid sentence.

“We’re coming to join you. We found the president, but no Minjoon,” you explain. Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa quickly rejoin you guys by the staircase and your clothes alone tell them what had happened. Mingi’s pale skin also told them what happened, the poor giant won’t sleep for weeks probably. You all head down the staircase and begin making your way to the route in which Yeosang, Yunho, and Hongjoong took.

“Y/N!” Yunho exclaims and you stop as the rest of you reach the top of the basement staircase, ready to descend, “we found him.” With not only the pick up of you heartbeat, you pick up your pace and practically jump down the stairs you begin calling for Yunho, Yeosang, and Hongjoong. Yeosang greets you guys halfway as he responds to your calls.

“Where is he?” You ask, but Yeosang grabs you.

“He’s breathing. He’s alive,” Yeosang tells you.

“But?” Your voice falls flat.

“He’s attached to a bomb,” Yeosang tells you, “the ones that will go off if they can’t feel a heartbeat anymore. So we can’t detach it or cut a wire without it exploding on him.” You take a deep breath in and hold it.

“But,” you repeat, your voice becoming vulnerable.

“Hongjoong has started to work on it,” Yeosang explains then looks at Mingi, “he needs you.” Mingi pushes by and jogs down the rest of the hallway towards Yunho and Hongjoong. You begin to feel yourself hitting your wall. Your sanity break finally calming because you got what you wanted… well almost. You still muster all the energy you have left and you try to pull from Yeosang’s grip but it’s too strong.

“Please,” you beg quietly. Yeosang gives you a slight look of pity but holds his ground. He shakes his and that’s when you give up. Your mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted, and you just fall to the floor. You lean yourself up against a wall and stare at the ceiling at a bright light- it not only damaging your eyes but keeping you awake. You begin the most dreadful part of the day: waiting. Waiting for something that might never come back.

“Almost!” You hear Mingi yell out in frustration, which just hurts you more. Hot tears stream down your face, and Jongho crouches in front of you. He reaches out to wipe them from your face and you notice he’s got tears of his own.

“Why can’t we ever have one nice thing?” you ask him, your voice just above a whisper. The tone of your voice isn’t what breaks Jongho’s heart, but the question. He knows neither of you chose the lives you live. You never got anything easy, and the one time you do it’s potentially going to be taken from you. You begin to feel the numbness of you body sink in, and it’s only a matter of minutes before your body shuts down and passes out, but you won’t allow it.

Your head begins to pound and you raise your hand to the cut on your head you still haven’t tended to. Which is probably a reason why this headache feels so strong.

“Did they get it?” Jongho asks, immediately standing up as he hears cheers coming from down the hallway. You’re barely hanging onto staying conscious and watch and Jongho springs down the hallway and disappear into a room. Not even ten seconds later four boys are booking it out of the room.

“We gotta go!” Hongjoong yells, “this whole place gonna blow.” Th other boys begin making their way to the staircase to get out of the basement. Jongho quickly picks you up and carries you towards the staircase.

“Minjoon?” You ask quietly.

“Yunho’s got him,” Jongho tells you as he carefully carries you up the stairs, “he’s sleeping he was slightly drugged himself. But he’ll be okay.” You huff in relief and smile in victory. Everyone manages to get out of the building but that doesn’t stop you guys from getting far away. You guys pass the few next building before stopping. Jongho sets you down in order to catch his breath. That’s when the ground violently shakes, the bomb in the basement detonating. Following you hear potentially a majority, if not all, of the building beginning to collapse.

“I’ll call someone to pick us up,” San says in-between breaths before pulling out his phone. You watch lazily as Yunho hands something off to Jongho who then joins you sitting on the ground. You look over into his arms and see Minjoon peacefully sleeping away. Jongho shifts Minjoon to lay into one arm and wraps his other around you.

“We can have one nice thing,” Jongho whispers to you.

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bnha-dumpster · 4 years

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Shattering: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | NEXT

Shattering: A TodoBakuDeku x Reader fic (more TodoBaku with hints of Deku) Plot: After losing Deku and your two best friends, you didn’t think much more could be taken away from you. You’ve never been more wrong. Word count: 2k

a/n: just finished proofreading the first chapter,,,, enjoy,,,, also i forgot how angsty this fic is??? oof

“It’s not your fault, Katsuki.” It’s rare to see the blond cry, you’ve never seen him truly cry, not like right now. You hold onto his hand tightly. With his free hand, he’s desperately trying to wipe away his tears. They still travel down his face and wet the bedding. Bakugou won’t accept his failures, they’ll eat him from the inside-out before that happens. He hates losing, knowing he’s powerless. You do too, but not with the same intensity that he has. You swear that each loss is like a bullet tearing through him. He may not let people see it, but they get to him. You can tell after knowing him for so long.

Finally, he rips his hand from your grasp and in a broken voice- “Fuck off!”

As much as you want to stay by his side, you nod and leave the room. You shut the door quietly, the click resonating in the silent hospital hallway. You find yourself wandering to the hospital room of another classmate: Todoroki. You don’t bother knocking, you just walk in. Todoroki is sitting, looking out the window of his bare room. Nothing needs to be said between the two of you. He looks at you and you can see the intense sorrow in his eyes.

“Sho-”

“I know.” There’s no room to argue or try to continue talking, not with the tone of his voice. The way he sits reminds you of the first time you met him. Todoroki was cautious and cold, though often not intentionally. Still, it’s like you’re back to that day where you tried to greet him. You turn away from him and leave his room silently. You’re left to your own thoughts now.

None of you thought something like this would happen. Midoriya had always wanted to be a hero and he was close to reaching that dream. Whatever happened, it broke something inside him. That’s what you think, at least. It’s hard to imagine any sort of scenario that would lead to this. What in the world could drive Midoriya to become a villain? It’s a question that almost certainly doesn’t have an answer.

The dorms look like nothing happened. A month ago, there was a gaping hole in the building and any evidence of it being there is gone now. Everyone that was there knows what the hole looked like. It’s not something that can be so easily forgotten.

You can remember hanging from one of the higher floors, struggling to keep your grip with your blood-soaked hand. The other was limp at your side, dangling like it was attached by a thread. Your head was pounding and yet you could hear everything going on. Students screaming, sirens, cries of Midoriya’s name. It was all so blurry, as if it was a nightmare. At the time, you couldn’t tell exactly what was happening. The loss of blood probably didn’t help either. What you can clearly remember doesn’t make you feel any better.

A familiar face with a foreign expression. Midoriya was looking down at you without any care, as if you were nothing more than a bug that was bothering him. At the time, you couldn’t make out the words he was saying, it blended in with everything else. A foot crushed the fingers of your hand and without the strength to endure anymore pain, you let out a pathetic sob, falling. The last thing you remember is watching him look down at you before disappearing.

Compared to some of the other injured students, your injuries weren’t too bad. No broken limbs- a supposed blessing. Your list of injuries included a severely dislocated shoulder accompanied by torn ligaments and damaged muscle, losing a third of your blood mass from multiple gashes caused by debris along with surgeries to remove whatever got stuck in your body, a concussion and lastly, a piece of rebar that went straight through your lower abdomen, narrowly missing your spine.

It was only recently that you were allowed to get out of bed and start walking around. Naturally, you went to check on everyone. Most of them had at least one broken bone or some serious injury. It’s a miracle that no one died. Midoriya had punched a hole through a load-bearing wall, collapsing one corner of the building.

“Are you okay to be up?” Aizawa’s voice rumbles behind you. He must have spotted you walking aimlessly in the hall.

“I was discharged earlier today. Just wanted to visit some people before heading home… I saw him, you know? Midoriya’s eyes weren’t right, not when I looked at him.” You sigh and look down at your hands. “Do we have any idea why he’d do this?”

The silence of your teacher confirms your fears. He has no idea and you doubt anyone else does. The reason behind Midoriya’s sudden switch hasn’t been found yet. It’s not likely anything will ever be found out. You clench your teeth. Midoriya’s actions have changed how you feel about your future, how everyone feels about their futures. If the world can take a kind person the way it did, what sort of message does that give for the future? You don’t know. It’s obvious when you make eye contact with Aizawa that he’s just as confused as you are. Everyone’s futures have been changed, that’s the silent agreement you make with your teacher.

And, the future really did change because of that day.

You never did become a hero. The weight of Midoriya’s gaze kept you from truly moving forward with your goal of being a hero. Shortly after everyone was well enough to resume school, physically at least, you dropped out of U.A. suddenly. The only person made aware of your choice was Aizawa, who didn’t talk about it to any of your classmates as you requested. Without any notice, your dorm room was empty and you were nowhere to be seen. There were no goodbyes, you decided to just vanish. Things had never been the same. The two people you consider yourself closest to had grown apart from you. It was as if all the time you spent with them, all the things you did together, didn’t exist at all. Things seemed easier for you to just disappear from everyone’s lives.

You haven’t seen them since. At least, in person. The most you’ve seen of any of your former classmates is on the TV or ads you see when you’re out of the house. You have a habit of buying whatever limited edition products there are if they feature any familiar faces. There’s an untouched package of limited hair dye sitting on your bathroom’s counter- a deep shade of scarlet attempting to match Kirishima’s hair. His smiling face is plastered on the package in a way that’s impossible to ignore. It’s just like the one you used to see when you were training to be a hero beside him. Of course, the product has also been quite silly to you. Anyone that knows Kirishima knows that his vibrant red hair is the result of hair dye. Other silly products are scattered around your apartment, all of them reminding you of the better days.

“Boss!” You’re snapped out of your thinking from an employee stumbling over himself, a little pale. You sigh and stand up, the boy continues, “A customer asked for you…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Who in the hell asked you to get me?” You expect a troublesome customer of your store, one that might be mad about the price of an item. There’s always at least one person a day that argues over prices. You walk out of the small office, sighing as you make your way to the store front. A vaguely familiar form nearly makes you vomit. Green eyes catch yours and the phantom pains from those years ago flood you enough to make you hiss from pain.

“Y/N! It’s been a long time! I’m surprised you didn’t go on to be a hero!” His sweet voice is more irritating than you thought. “What happened to that spirit?”

“I lost it when you looked me dead in the eye and skewered me on a huge pole of rebar.” You do your best to keep your voice level. Right now, you want to scream, but you know better. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I suggest you leave.”

“I don’t want to. You’re the only classmate I can talk to without worrying about getting beat up! It’s been years since you’ve used your Quirk, right?”

“Midoriya…” He takes a step towards you and you instinctively take one back.

“Are you scared of me, Y/N?” Midoriya reaches out for you but before he can touch you, you’re pulled out of sleep.

Your mother is gently shaking your shoulder, waking you up. You sigh and rub your temples, thinking about how cruel of a dream you had. Glancing at the clock, you smile at your mom affectionately.

“Guess I fell asleep again, didn’t I?” She laughs at you and ruffles your hair. “Sorry, mom. These late nights are getting to me.”

“It’s alright, dear.” She pauses. “You were muttering his name again, Y/N. Are you ever going to talk to anyone about it? I think you should, it might make you feel better.”

“There’s nothing to talk about mom.” The same worried, motherly expression crosses her face for a moment before she sighs and nods. “I’ll be heading to uni, then.”

You settle into your seat in the back of the lecture room, pulling out your laptop. Being alone is your preference. It’s easier to be by yourself than it is to spend time with people you probably don’t like. But the room has a good echo and you can hear most of the conversations, no matter how hushed they are. Today, the normally hushed voices that you can barely make out are louder, far more energetic. You’re about to put your earbuds in until you hear something that makes you freeze.

“Did you hear? Ground Zero and Shouto have gone missing!”

For the first time in years, your mind goes back to the last words you had with the two. Neither conversations were good. The thought of either of them getting hurt, despite how much pain you went through when they distanced themselves from you, makes you nauseous. Being invisible to everyone is good, you’re able to sneak out of the lecture room without people noticing.

You don’t know where you’re going, not even as you knock on the door of the Bakugou residence, breathing heavily. You haven’t seen Mitsuki in years, not since you left. And yet, the woman sees you and you find yourself stuck in the doorway. Not once have you ever seen Bakugou’s mother cry. She’s a strong woman. Right now though, you can tell that she’s holding back tears and you want to come in to comfort her. Tears are in the corners of her eyes. You’ve never seen Mitsuki so vulnerable-looking, so upset. She’s been angry before, but never sad, never this distraught. You’re not sure what to do, but you want to do something.

That want to help disappears the second you hear the angry voice of Kirishima. Your motivation to take a step into the house is no longer there. You haven’t seen them in years and you never said goodbye. They could be angry at you, enraged for your sudden disappearance during such a tough time. Bile rises to the back of your throat. The moment you spot Kirishima’s red hair poke out behind Mitsuki, you sputter out:

“He’s going to be okay, I know it.”

That’s all you can manage to say before you’re bolting away from the house. You hear her call your name and you know if you look behind you, there’s going to be faces you haven’t seen in years staring at you. So you run, not stopping until you’re standing in front of your apartment. Barely stumbling into your apartment, you collapse in the hallway. You kick the door of your apartment closed.

“Fuck…” For the first time in years, you choke back a sob. “Fuck- What was I thinking?”

#fic: shattering #todobakudeku x reader #angst angst angst

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honeyjaez · 4 years

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Maze of Miroh- Chapter 19: The Battle for The Under Pt 2

I have a somewhat long announcement guys so bear with me here.

Ahhh hey guys. I got a lot of reasonings as to why this chapter is so late. First, I started Uni again, and its been an adjustment. Two, some internal issues at work caused me to break down in a complete depression spiral. For about 3 whole weeks I cried at work at least once a day haha. Finally, and this was more recent, but the rumors regarding Woojin. I started this story of May 2019, before Woojin left, and afterwards I vowed I would continue to write him in my story despite no longer being in the group. But this issue it totally different in its entirety. Regardless if they are true or not (and we don't know that they are or not) the way he has handled the whole thing did not sit right with me. This topic hits close home for me as it is and I contemplated removing Woojin from my story all together to avoid making you guys feel uncomfortable as well as myself because it is such a serious trigger. As more rumors came out about his treatment towards the others members and what not I suddenly got a sick feeling in my stomach about him in general. When news first broke out I just wanted to go on in the story, never writing his name again and just totally drooping his character. I thought about telling everyone to not think of these characters as stray kids members and keep him in. But as I've had time to calm down and come to my own decision about the matter, I've decided that I will write him in this story for only this chapter and possibly next. I will be removing him from this story in a plot driven way and I would like you all to respect my decision on this matter. If it comes out later on that he is innocent of all his has been accused, then hey, *shrugs*. But I would rather that than me continue to write such a compassionate and kind character for someone who has lost their way in this regards. I just personally do not feel comfortable at this moment writing him in. Which really sucks because he was such an important part of this arc lol. Anyways, If I have offended you all by my way of removing Woojin from this story I am truly sorry. Again I thought about just totally pretending his character never existed in the first place. But as a writer, it didn't sit right with me.

With that, I have to tweak the story a bit, but I hope you enjoy this little update. Next update is nearly done (Actually this chapter was originally like 3 times longer, but I decided to cut it up.) Have a good night!

The Under:

To say Jisung was in a bad mood was a complete understatement.

All they were supposed to do was get down here, get the information they needed from Dowoon and get the fuck out.

There weren't supposed to be any psychotic speed demons, nor an emo Legolas wannabe with a stick up his ass. And there CERTAINLY wasn’t supposed to be any Virus.

Jisung furrowed his brow as their group ran towards the outer city limits. He looked behind him to see Minho straggling a few feet to the side, the older boy's eyes focused on the road in front of them. Jisung clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue in annoyance before he turned back around to look at the buildings in front of them.

If only the others knew what they were going through. Jisung almost laughed imagining the raging meltdown both Changbin and Seungmin would have had in reaction to their current situation. They both are used to Chan’s more risky judgments, being in the group for as long as they had. Oh, if they could see us now….

He let out a long-winded sigh of defeat. They should have left when they had the chance.

But alas, he was being the selfish one here, and his other members had to be heroes incarnate, risking their lives for a group of people who they barely knew…Woojin hyung aside. And in return, it would be up to Jisung to protect them all since they were all so infuriatingly reckless.

Nope definitely not annoyed....

Jisung’s ears perked as he heard a voice call out to them as they moved closer to the edge of the city. His eyes adjusted forward to see Wooyoung looking back at them, mouth moving as he voiced a command to them. Right away, the team came to an halt as they reached the first signs of buildings, and Wooyoung turned to look back at them, his eyes dark and hard with determination.

“Since some of you don’t know how our city is set up, we will split up in groups.” he explained “Mingi will go with Minho to the eastern section of the city, while Jisung and I will head to the north… Jongho, you'll be in the west.”

Wooyoung’s voice faded from Jisung’s mind as he felt his blood run icy cold at Wooyoung’s words. Now his annoyance was being overwritten by fear. This was exactly what he was afraid of… they were splitting up.

“Hyung,” Wooyoung seemingly continued, looking towards Woojin “since you know the city, can you head to the center? Our 3 teams will have to work fast, ushering the people back here towards the southern part of the city where the bunker is.”

Jisung shook himself back to the present and looked to see that while his eyes were hard with determination, he didn’t miss the way Wooyoung’s hands trembled at his sides. He regarded the older boy with a wave of understanding and sympathy.

No matter how you look at it, we are working in a helpless situation… At Least he has the good sense to be scared…

But that begs the question. What about him? Was he scared? He was annoyed, that was for sure. But it didn’t take a genius to know his annoyance was just a mask, trying to hide his own fear. No matter what, the odds did not look favorable. 5 of them trying to evacuate an entire city on their own? Working with a timer that they didn’t even know what it’s set at?

No thanks, I want a refund.

Woojin must have sensed Jisung’s negativity, for he set his eyes on the younger, giving out a small, knowing cough to gain his attention. He looked up and locked eyes with Woojin, seeing the elder boy give him a half smile, like he was trying to reassure him.

“It won’t be easy,” he said out loud, tearing his gaze from Jisung’s and towards the party. “It will take all of our best efforts, but remember what Hongjoong said. No one has permission to die here and I am seconding that.”

The younger boys all stared at the older boy, their gaze turning hard with determination. Only Jisung looked apprehensive as he stared at his two teammates, and he found himself looking particularly in the direction of their green-horned Minho, who was still very much a novice in this world.

Jisung thought back to just a few hours ago in their shared room and Minho’s words caused Jisung’s brain to short circuit.

“Jisung, no matter what obstacle, what problem and what path leads in front of you, I believe with every fiber of my being that you will come out on top.”

God I really hope he is right….

If he was going to save the city and keep Minho alive he was going to need all the luck in the world.

Minho’s words replayed in his mind as he caught sight of Mingi making his way over to the brown haired boy. It was then that Minho himself seemed to feel Jisung’s gaze, and looked back, staring evenly. Jisung noticed with a twitch in his face, Minho’s soft eyes showing the slightest of fear to him. But before Jisung could do anything, Minho quickly covered it up with a misplaced resolve.

The younger grit his teeth in annoyance, knowing that look all too well. He saw it enough in his brother when they were kids and enough times in Chan and the others to last him a lifetime.

I swear to god he wants me to hate him...

Nothing made Jisung madder than a beautiful idiot with a death wish....

And Minho was all three.

There were a few exchanges between Wooyoung and the others, but all too quickly it was over and Jisung felt an arm ripping him from the circle, and thus tearing him from Minho’s gaze.

“Come on” Wooyoung muttered quickly “We have the furthest distance needed to travel. There is no time to waste.”

Just like that, Jisung was pulled from his fellow members, his stomach churning at the thought of being separated from them in a situation like theirs. If he isn’t there to stop them from being complete idiots, then who was?

Yep. Definitely annoyed.

“Fuck...” he cursed under his breath as he turned his back around, leaving the group behind as the both picked up speed. Jisung closed his eyes, sending a silent prayer to whatever god lived above to listen to his plea.

“Keep the idiots with a deathwish safe….please…”

Minho

Minho watched as Wooyoung dragged Jisung away, an uneasy feeling in his stomach starting to make its way upwards. He hated being separated just as much as Jisung probably felt. But he couldn’t argue with Wooyoung’s logic, nor could he back down from the task at hand.

He was going to save as many people as possible and show The Order that their time of winning was over.

Minho jumped slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Woojin give him a comforting smile. “Jisung will be alright Minho,” he said, as if he knew his thoughts. “If anyone can take care of themselves, it’s Jisung.”

“Yah.” Minho agreed with a quick nod of his head.”You’re right.”

“Minho!” Mingi called “You ready? We need to get going!”

Minho turned to the taller boy who was standing next to Jongho and nodded “Ready”

Woojin took a step forward, brushing his shoulder with Minho’s as a form of comfort. “Take care of him Mingi, he is our important member and friend...lord knows what Felix would do to me if I lost him on this mission.”

Mingi snorted playfully “I don’t know who that is, but as long as he can keep up we will be fine.” He then turned towards Jongho, placing two hands on his shoulders “Be safe little one.”

Minho almost laughed as he watched Jongho look up at the taller boy with a mildly annoyed face, “You know I can kick your ass right?” he asked the taller boy.

Mingi was unfazed as he waved a hand in the air. “Details Details” he said with a smile, motioning for Minho to follow him. If Jongho had heard his comment, the youngest made no notion of it, and turned back around, heading in his own direction.

As they ran further and further from the others he couldn’t help but shake a deep feeling of dread. Minho turned his gaze backwards to look at Woojin’s fleeting figure and he felt his heart tightening in his chest. Something didn’t didn’t feel right.

“Tch!” Minho growled to himself mentally “No. I won’t psych myself out this time!”

This was it. This was another chance to do good, and prove to himself that he CAN do what is needed to be done. No more hiding. No more cowardice. Minho had to make a difference here or his promise to Jeongwoo would be meaningless.

The two of them went on for a few minutes in complete silence, but eventually Minho could feel Mingi’s gaze on him and he turned his head slightly to glance back.

“What?” was all he asked.

“How new?” he asked.

Minho's eyes widened in confusion, turning to get a better look at the bigger boy “Excuse me?”

Mingi chuckled, his gaze turning back to the road in front of them “I mean how new are you to this harsh world of fighting?”

Minho felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment at the question, and he quickly looked at the ground in front of him, sheepish. “Is it that obvious?” he mewed quietly.

Mingi laughed louder this time, throwing two hands in the air in kindness “Not really.” he chuckled “I mean just the fact that you beat San shows you have skills.” He said encouragingly. “I just ask because your members treat you like you're fragile… something you only really do when you are new to this world.”

Minho nodded, trying to calm down from his mild dose of embarrassment. “You can say that again….” he mused.

Mingi smiled at him and gave him a toothy grin “Well the others might not say it, but just the fact that you are against The Order makes you a friend to me!”

Minho’s eyes widened and he nearly smiled at the boy’s pure words. “I thought The Under were neutral when it came to The Order…” He said with a puzzled look. ”You neither give them support but neither do you fight against them… isn’t that right?”

But the younger boy shrugged rather casually, “That is the standard” he explained “But it doesn’t necessarily mean we all agree with it. Hongjoong hyung...” Mingi trailed off, like he was contemplating saying his next words.

“Truthfully….” the taller boy continued more slowly “If it were up to Hongjoong Hyung… We would have liked nothing more than to go the surface, to make The Under more than just a lawless city, that in which is suffocating in the mud and dirt down here.” Mingi turned and gazed at Minho, with the first sense of intensity he caught all day “He wants a better future for the children born down here, something we didn’t get.”

Minho looked at him, pondering his words for a few seconds, and trying to understand the underlying problem. Suddenly Chan’s words flashed through his mind.

“ If we even wanted a chance at overthrowing The Order, then we needed allies. Strong allies at that... “

Minho looked towards Mingi, face pure and honest “If given the chance... Would you fight back? And I mean seriously fight back...”

Mingi gazed back at him, noticing the serious expression on his face, nodding once. “Aye.”

Minho felt a wave of weight being lifted from him and he gave Mingi an earnest smile “Then maybe one day we will.”

It fell into a comfortable silence after that, but Minho couldn’t help but smile now as they ran. This was his first real interaction with another member besides San, and it left him hopeful that they could work together in the future. If they were all like Mingi and Hongjoong that is…

But before he could romance the idea any further, Minho’s smile dropped as he began to hear yelling in the far distance. Screams began to fill his ears and Minho realized with a thump to his heart that they were finally reaching an area with people. As they rounded the corner his eyes widened wide with alarm at the sight of crowds of people rushing forwards, carrying their young ones and belongings as they pushed towards the center. There was no order to it. It was chaotic and messy.

Exactly what Zico wanted.

Minho looked to Mingi who was also looking at the sight with a grim expression on his face. No matter how you looked at it, just two of them controlling this crowd was nearly impossible. It wasn’t going to be easy whatsoever.

But they had to start somewhere.

Mingi rushed forward then, aiming towards a herd of people, easily outpacing them and stopping at the front of them with his arms stretched wide as a blockade. There were a few shocked gasps but also a few who recognized the young boy almost immediately.

“Mingi-ssi!?” Minho heard a voice from the mass call “What are you doing?! Why are you stopping us?!”

Mingi looked at the crowd, his face dead serious. “Despite what Zico said, protocol calls for all evacuations to take place in the southern bunker!” he tried to yell over the chaos “I’m going to have to ask you to turn the other way!”

Hushed murmurs ripped through the crowd and Minho perked his ears forward to listen.

“That's true…” a female voice said.

“But why would Zico send us to the center if it wasn’t the safest…”

“No matter what it looks like we have orders…”

“Well I trust our leader!”

Please, Please… Minho pleaded.

But Minho’s plea was crushed as the crowd began to push Mingi backwards, choosing to continue on their path. He watched as Mingi was quickly shoved to the side by the masses and he ran forward, pulling him back up as the crown sprinted forward and away from them.

“Mingi-ssi!” he called, helping the boy off from the ground. “Are you okay?”

“Tch!” he spat. “They are choosing to believe Zico over me!”

“Well” Minho reasoned “They don’t know about Zico so of course they still trust him…”

Mingi punched the ground in front of them, his anger rising “Dammit!” he cured “If only Hongjoong hyung was here...”

“Mingi-ssi?” a voice called.

Minho turned to see a taller, older man with worn out blond hair looking at him from across the rushing street. He quickly made his way over to them, holding out a hand to Mingi.

Mingi looked up, taking the older boy's hand, a tired smile on his face. “Inpyo hyung!” he cried “Thank god you are here!”

The one named Inpyo nodded, his face grim “Once the alarm sounded my boys and I set out to help with the evacuations but we are having a bit of difficulties” he admitted. He then turned towards Minho, eyes narrowing in mild interest “Who is this?”

Mingi waved a hand in the air, “This is Minho. He and his group are helping us. Minho-” he turned, waving a hand at the taller man “This is Inpyo. He and his team are one of the best of our police force down here.”

“- Was ” Inpyo corrected, holding out his hand to Minho in greeting “We all retired a few years back when we couldn’t stand by Zico any longer.”

Minho nodded in greeting, taking his hand for a quick shake “I don’t blame you..”

Inpyo smiled at that and took his hand away. “Mingi,” he asked, turning back towards the younger “Why would Zico have the city evacuate to the center of the city?”

Mingi shook his head “I can’t explain right now, but it is all wrong hyung, the center of the city is the focal point of what's to come, and we need to get everyone to get away from there. But no one is willing to listen to me...”

Inpyo placed a hand on his chin, deep in thought.

“Asking them to believe in someone else over their trusted leader is a bit much for most people....” Inpyo mused.

“I understand that” Mingi agreed “But we have to convince them somehow…”

They were all quiet as chaos erupted around them, trying to think of a plan. Suddenly a thought came to Minho’s mind and he looked up at them with wide eyes.

“Inpyo-ssi?” Minho asked “When you say you were one of the best, how much did the people of The Under trust you? Did you have their respect?”

The question caught the older man off guard for a second but quietly nodded “Ah.”

Mingi scoffed “Didn they respect him? They practically worshiped the ground they all walked on…”

“Then why not have Inpyo and his team tell everyone where to evacuate?”

“As much as they trust me Minho,” Inpyo started “I’m still asking them to go against Zico’s orders...most won’t be willin-”

Minho held a finger up in the air to interrupt “But what if we don’t tell them to go against his orders?”

Mingi tilted his head in confusion “Okay, now I’m lost”

But Inpyo seemed to understand what Minho was getting at and nodded once “We tell them something different. Something they would believe came from Zico himself...”

Minho smiled, a small bode of confidence sparking in him “Instead of telling them the evacuation site has changed, we tell them that the center bunker is too full and overflow needs to evacuate to the southern bunker.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in realization while Inpyo nodded “It might work, especially if it comes from our mouths.”

“Hyung” Mingi suddenly turned and looked at the elder boy “Where’s Jiahn and the others? Can you get in contact with him? Have them help?”

Inpyo nodded, pulling out a small phone “I scattered them all to various districts. But I can call them and update the plan. Jiahn should be in the center of the city right now...”

Minho looked at the elder boy, chewing his bottom lip in worry. “If I can ask Inpyo-ssi. One of my hyungs should be arriving in the center region any second now to help with the evacuation. Maybe your friend could meet up with him.”

Inpyo smiled softly and nodded, “Better as teams than opposing forces. Who is your friend?”

“It’s Woojin hyung” Mingi answered. Inpyo’s face widened in mild surprise and he looked at Mingi with curiosity in his eyes “Woojin? Woojin is in the same group as Minho. Wooyoung is in the North with another of their teammates and Jongho is in the Western quadrant.”

Inpyo eyed him with a mildly disappointed look “And Hongjoong? Where are the rest of your teammates Mingi?”

The taller boy shook his head “Not enough time hyung. Just know they are all doing their part in this. Please hyung….We could really use your help…”

Inpyo nodded looking at the two of them. “I’ll get in contact with my team. Don’t fret Mingi-ya. The Under won't die here is I have anything to say about it.”

They stayed quiet as Inpyo opened his small phone and quickly dialed a few numbers. There was a few more heartbeats of quiet as he put the device to his ear, but soon enough they heard a click and a muffled voice on the other line.

“Jiahn hyung-yes yes I'm okay. Listen, plans changed” he started “We were right. Something is fishy with the center evacuation. We need to evacuate them to the sou-oh?” he stopped midstence as the voice spoke to him and Minho watched as he nodded in response “I get it. You met Woojin already and he told you. Okay. Well tell the people that the center is full and Zico has ordered the overflow to the south. Can you pass the information to Isaac and Yeontae’s groups? Great Thank you. Tell them when their sections are done and they have done a sweep to report to the southern bunker.”

And like that, without even saying goodbye the elder boy quickly shut the phone and turned back to look at them.

“For trusting sake, Mingi keep Minho with you as you work your ways inwards. We have a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time.”

Both boys nodded and stood up from the ground, pounding their feet on the ground as they began to run into the crowd. A familiar sense of dread suddenly filled Minho to his core and he swallowed hard, his heart beat racing.

Why did he feel like something terrible was about to happen?

#kpop au #stray kids #stray kids au #lee know #minho #han #jisung #minsung au #bang chan #chan #changbin #seungmin #hyunjin #jeongin #i.n #felix #maze of miroh

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cayenne-twilight · 4 years

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@flora-and-luke-are-best-friends

hey - could you possibly do something involving flora and luke when they're older?

These charming, winding streets used to be so familiar to him. Luke checked the address on the letter one more time. Based on past experiences, Luke supposed he should make sure the message was genuine and not a trap from the likes of Don Paulo or Descole, but he trusted the loopy penmanship to be hers. Plus, he didn’t know how one could replicate the personalized flowery stationary she never seemed to run out of.

Luke smiled solemnly as he passed the bakery where he always used to beg the Professor to buy him a bun with filling. He instinctively stepped over the spot that had been barren of cobbles for as long as he could remember, only to find that it was filled in. He wondered if one of the locals took matters into their own hands, not believing that this was the city’s doing. At least a new generation of kids won’t be falling off their bikes here. Luke cringed at the phantom pain on his knees.

He found the right apartment building and buzzed into her room.

“Luke?”

“Yeah it’s m-”

The line clicked off. He waited for a moment, confused, but then heard her heeled boots barreling down the stairs.

“OHMYGOSH LUKEEE!” Flora ran right into his arms, squeezing tightly. She pushed him back and looked at his face. “You’re so grown up now! I can’t believe it.”

He could scarcely believe it either. In theory she had the same face as she did the last time he saw her in person, but she just seemed more mature. Maybe they both lost a little roundness in their cheeks.

“Okay, I picked out a cafe to take lunch at, and you’re going to tell me everything that’s happened in America.”

“You have to tell me what you’ve been up to, too.”

Luke pulled the buckwheat crepe in front of him, piled high with savory toppings. He already had a salad and a pair of English muffins, but he would have no problem licking this sizable plate clean. Would Flora be down for gelato after this? She, on the other hand, only ordered one small fruit-filled crepe and a coffee.

“What’s uni like across the pond?”

“I wouldn't be able to tell you the difference between your uni and mine, but I’m glad I changed my major.”

“Is that so? I thought you wanted to help every animal in need.”

“I want to help as many as I can, and I realized that becoming a vet meant putting down more animals than saving them, and that the choice wasn’t up to me.”

“You switched to marine biology?”

“Yes. At least that way I can work to conserve endangered species. To think there’s so much life out there in the ocean that we don’t even know about…”

“I dunno why you’d mess with those deep sea creatures; they range from icky to actual nightmare fuel.”

“Oh stop, so what if I don’t sleep at night? It’ll be the same as before, what with all these essays. Also there’s this girl-”

Flora gasped scandalously and covered her mouth, “a girl?”

“-in my class whom I’m very close friends with.”

“Bring her over next time.”

“I don’t think she’d be too keen on that.”

“Well I’ll find some way to become her pen pal.”

“I know you’ll just embarrass me on purpose.”

“Don’t be silly. No I won’t. Unless, of course, you want her to know about how you cried that time Emmy made lobster.”

“Well I’d never seen the way you cook them before. What sort of sociopath boils a creature ALIVE? What if it had the capacity to scream? Would you still be laughing?”

“No, I guess not. Tell me this girl’s name,” Flora said, resting her face on her hand.

Luke sighed and rolled his eyes. “Marina. My friend. So how has your school year been?”

“Right. It’s been good. I’m hoping I can pull the marks I have now through to the end of the year so I can graduate strong.”

“Where do you plan on working after you’re out?”

“I think I’ll apply to The Yard. Barton said he would be a reference for me, which would look pretty impressive with the way he’s been climbing the ranks lately.”

“Good for him! I hear Chelmey retired already.”

“Yes, he’s at home with Amelie all the time now. I’m getting my degrees in criminology and robotics, but I think I’ll keep the robots at home and just try to invent something in my spare time.”

“What do you even do in criminology class? Are the lectures like those true crime programs you listen to on the radio? Do you have a favorite serial killer?”

“No, you dummy. It’s actually quite interesting. It’s all about psychology and sociology and stuff. Also my favorite serial killer is Clive because he made me mac n cheese the last time they let him out.”

Luke convinced Flora to get frozen yogurt, and they walked the path along the Thames eating it.

“What are your plans for when you return to America?” Flora asked.

“Marina wanted to take me out on the water in her family’s boat. After that, though, it’s back to school.”

“You should really come back to London more often, even if it’s just to keep me posted about Marina. The Professor misses you dearly.”

“I thought we weren’t talking about her anymore? And yeah, I miss the Professor, too. I wonder if I can arrange some sort of adventure to bring him along on, considering that all the work he’s had lately have been mundane digs.”

“You say ‘mundane digs’ as if that isn’t the norm. I’m sure he’d greatly appreciate it if you got him out of the house.”

“It sucks how short my visits are these days. I really need to come over during the holidays so I can meet with everyone properly. I’m glad I managed to catch you.”

Flora smiled. “I’ll always make time to see you.”

#professor layton #luke triton #flora reinhold #professor layton fanfiction #professor layton fanfic #CT writes #this took like 4 hours more than expected because I kept dissociating and I accidentally pulled an all nighter because I huperfocused #*hyperfocused #at least I got to watch the sunrise #I’ll probably crash around noon #this was super dialogue heavy but have the two babeys

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kyungsoomint · 5 years

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YOUNG: Colors

Member: Byun Baekhyun (변백현)

Genre: Fluff and a pinch of Smut

Word Count: 2,038

Summary: Is it wrong to pursue your dream? To have it painted in your own colors, or to lose people on it.

Notes: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m back! turns out this uni break is also a very busy one for me :/ I’m sorry for the late update and also if there is any mistake, it’s been so longg and I tried my best!

YOUNG:

She kept on staring into the bouquet Baekhyun sent earlier into her office which brought several questions from her co-workers but she just laughed it off, trying to shake the topic away, Jiho particularly gave her the biggest smile ever like he knew from who the bouquet came from. Weeks have gone by since the day Baekhyun finally entered her life again. She sighed before looking away from the bouquet placed right in front of her. Baekhyun was constantly on her mind either because of good cause or bad cause. Like when her phone buzzed only to reveal a message sent by Baekhyun

“I see that my favorite restaurant is inviting a special chef from France and I don’t like to go alone, but I really want to go :( will you accompany me, (Y/N)?”

She could imagine his pouting face right away, a face that she can’t say no to. Baekhyun has been trying to take her on a date but not once she said yes because of her busy schedule and yet she was being cautious too about him, the anxiety of him leaving still lingers. She replied yes to him which gained a call from him. “I got so excited that I spilled all of my orange juice I was drinking” his voice was higher than usual, an obvious sign of his happiness. Baekhyun never failed to make her laugh after all. “I know that you will try to throw your pouty face into the scene an-“ he cut her off “And you can’t resist it. I know, honey” he proudly nods into himself. “Don’t push your luck too far, Byun Baekhyun” she smiled at the end of the line. “Well, at least I tried” he huffed. “I’m going to pick you up at 6pm, how does that sound?” she hummed in agreement. “Do I need to wear fancy clothes? Because it seems like a very expensive restaurant since you know ‘Special chef from France’” she tapped on her pen. “If you asked me, I’d like you to wear nothing of course but it’s not a private dinner so-“ she rolled her eyes at his answer “Baekhyun, I’m serious right now, please put your dirty mind aside or I’ll cancel it” her voice sent shivers to him “No! I’m sorry, I won’t joke something like that again” she could feel his frown forming on his beautiful face. “Wear anything that you like, I don’t care, you look beautiful in everything, even if you show up in pajamas” he laughed. His laughter sent a warm feeling running through her body, something that’s so familiar yet she hasn’t feel for a very very long time.

Baekhyun arrived exactly at 6pm in a white shirt with 2 buttons undone showing his collarbones and black blazer all in a match with his pants and shoes waiting in front of her apartment’s elevator in the basement. He saw her walking out of the elevator with a black dress tightly fit into her body, making every curve possible to be admired. She almost fell from seeing Baekhyun standing with a shocked face as she turned her face. Shouldn’t have worn these fucking heels, I almost died she thought to herself and there Baekhyun stood with his mouth wide open, getting immersed into her. “Uhm, hello Mr. Byun Baekhyun, you need to stop eyeing me or we will be late” she poked his shoulder which brought him back to reality. He sometimes forgets that she’s not that little girl anymore, she’s a grown adult, a very beautiful grown adult. “You look so fucking amazing,” all the stars she saw from his eyes said it all, he came closer to whisper into her ear “and also fucking hot” he smirked and left her with blushed cheeks.

The restaurant was just exactly what she has on her mind, located on the 48th floor everything in Seoul was visible from there. She knew that Baekhyun has transformed into a superstar in South Korea yet he still holds that childish vibes years ago but there they sat on a table facing the window in a fancy restaurant. The comfortable air spread through the entire conversation they had from Mongryong, his family, even his upcoming solo album that got her very excited as he talked about his dream of a solo album, she could see his eyes were filled with joy and happiness and she didn’t even feel any resentment about their break up anymore, she was happy at the state of he’s in. It felt like they never break up before, they’re still the same person as they used to be, madly in love and endeavor each other so much to the point no one will understand such feelings.

Baekhyun was driving her back into her apartment when suddenly his phone rang while connected to the Bluetooth. She saw the name was ‘Junmyeon Hyung’ and he quickly picks the phone. “Baekhyun, where are you? Have you seen the news” there was a sign of concern at the end of the line. “I’m driving now, and no I haven’t, what’s wrong?” Baekhyun earned a sigh from Junmyeon. “Dispatch just released some photos of you going out with a girl, her face was blurred but yours wasn’t. I thought that the parking lot was familiar, you had dinner at Palais de Gaumont didn’t you?” Junmyeon was talking so clear that it made her head spin a little from the information given by him. “I did and calm down hyung, I’ll take care of it,” Baekhyun said in a rather calm tone, he knew somehow this would happen. “I’ll see what I can do too about it” Junmyeon paused “Is it by any chance the girl that you have been trying to reach out for years? The one that you couldn’t shut your mouth about?” Junmyeon said as the car approach the red light. “Yes, yes she is, and now she is beside me, listening to your informative news,” he said and not breaking any eye contact with her, God I’d like to have the world knows that she is mine he thought letting out a deep breathe. “Oh really!” Junmyeon exclaimed in shock “Hello, I’m Kim Junmyeon or you may also call me Suho, Leader of EXO” her eyes were opened wider than usual, surely in shock. “Hello, I’m (Y/N)” her voice was small but audible to Junmyeon. “I hope to see you soon. I’m hanging up, bye everyone” with that Junmyeon hanged up the phone which left (Y/N) and Baekhyun in silence. “I know what are you thinking, they are going to like you, honestly I can’t shut my mouth about you though” there was a thin smile formed on his face. “And um, it seems like we can’t go back into your place, I’m taking you to Jongdae’s. Is that ok with you” he bit his bottom lip nervously. Her mind was still processing the information she heard earlier, the whole country knew that Baekhyun is going out with someone. She was nervous and scared into her core. “Don’t worry baby, I am here with you, I won’t let you go again” his hand intertwined with hers, she felt at ease.

“So I have to tell you something, I don’t uh want you to pass out when I open the door. All of my members are inside” they were standing right before the door, Baekhyun’s words left her panic “No no, it’s okay, well maybe not all since Minseok hyung already enlisted and Lay hyung still in China. I don’t know either how they manage to squeeze their schedules only to see you in person” Baekhyun rolled his eyes slightly. “They want to meet me?” she pointed herself in confusion. “It’s weird, right? I know” Baekhyun pressed a boyish smile before entering the code of Jongdae’s apartment. The door swung open only to display 6 men sitting on the beige couch, all of their eyes were on her which made her even more nervous. “So uh, hi everyone? This is (Y/N)” Baekhyun was very aware of what the members can do to embarrass him. Chanyeol approached them first, he shook her hand in a very exciting manner, “Oh Baekhyun, it’s not like we don’t know her. Not once a day went without you talking about her” he gave her a wide smile showing his teeth. The night went by with everyone telling her stories that Baekhyun told about her, Baekhyun felt so embarrassed that he might jump out of the window. “I feel happy that he has found you, you should see him when he broke up with you, he cried non-stop and looked really ugly” Kyungsoo shooked his head and everyone agreed with him.

“Jongdae, though you don’t mind staying at my place tonight?” Junmyeon nudged Jongdae and he got the sign. “Yes, of course, you both can have my home and my blessings! Bye!” with that all of them were out of the apartment without she or Baekhyun was able to give any response. “So uh” she could feel that Baekhyun was nervous to dead. “Hm?” “You can change first, uh you can use my clothes and have a shower?” he wasn’t looking directly at her and pointing at the guest bathroom. Baekhyun was already seated on his bed, looking clean after he took a shower at Jongdae’s bathroom. She appeared from the bathroom with his shirt and too big sweatpants, which took his breathe away, the look that he has been dying to see for years, the idea of moving together. “If you want to sleep alone, I’ll use the sofa then” Baekhyun was about to stand up when she took his hand. “No, stay, stay here with me” she bit her bottom lip nervously. It has been forever since she’s in the same bed as him. She walked to the other side of the bed, Baekhyun was watching her closely. “Do you mind if I take these sweatpants off? I have tripped over it for 10 times” she was asking sincerely without any intention but Baekhyun might not have the same intention with her. He gave her a nod and she pulled down the pants which left her with his shirt hanging shortly but still covering her ass. She sat next to him, she could feel his stare all the time, she turned her head to face him. “What?” she asked. “I don’t know what are you doing but I really want to kiss you now” he gulped. “Then do it” she whispered as the tension started to build up between them. He pressed his lips into hers, the same lips that he used to kiss like it was perfectly made for him only. The kiss started to get deeper and deeper as his hands were traveling into her waist carrying her to sit on his lap. Without breaking the kiss, his hand moved her shirt up little by little grabbing her ass which earned a moan from her. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in that dress, I wasn’t lying when I said that you are so fucking hot baby” he whispered into her ear, leaving hot and uneven breathe along her ear and neck before sucking it. The rest of the night went wild, the screaming could be heard all around the apartment, all of the I love yous and skin slamming sound.

“Good morning, princess” he kissed her forehead softly earning a hum from her. “It may be so sudden but” he cleared his throat and lift her face from his neck “Will you marry me?” she was shocked to hear a proposal so early in the morning with naked bodies pressed into each other. “Well not now, I don’t have the ring yet, but I have my promise to you” he brushed the hair that was falling down from her face and she gave him a nod with a tear falling down into her cheek “I don’t want to spend my life in misery for letting the love of my life gone again, I might not be the greatest man in the world, but I always want to make you happy

forever and ever”

A/N: THIS IS THE END OF YOUNG SERIES:) i’m so happy and looking forward for more!

#baekhyun #baekhyun exo #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun imagines #exo #exo fanfiction #exo scenario #exo smut #exo fluff #exo imagines #baekhyun drabbles #baekhyun drabble #baekhyun reaction #exo drabble #exo reactions

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mutantsrisingrpg · 4 years

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Congratulations BECK! You’ve been accepted as EUROPA with a FC change to ELIZABETH OLSEN.

Bea’s skeleton was one of my favorites when I wrote it, and you definitely brought her to life and reminded me so much of why I loved writing it, Beck! I love the straddled lines between facade and feeling, of power and control, of protection and obedience that you explored through her eyes. There’s a tangled web she left in her wake, and her ties to others outside the mob only give her an extra dimension I can’t wait to see you explore!

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Beck

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 22 in January!

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT. I am in my final year of uni, so admittedly there will be times where i’m not as active as I would like to be. Though no doubt writing will be the only break I have from work so i’m gonna want to write as much as possible lmao

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Beatrice ‘Bea’ Einfalt // Europa

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female She/Her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Bea is a cataclysmic event of her own making. It is hard to tell how solid she really is, and how much of the forced calm demeanour is just an optical illusion. As if this carefully balanced and closed off exterior is like a thin sheet draped over a gaping hole, of something much emptier and bleaker beneath. It was once such a conscious effort to keep those walls high, to keep herself two steps away from everyone else. That distance soon became a comfort, second nature, a feeling of security. Was that security for her or whoever she was distancing herself from though?

She would have been happy to play on no ones team. Stay a free agent but more importantly, keep herself far from anyone she could remotely care about, for fear of hurting them too. In her mind she’s the the pin of a grenade, finger on the trigger, a molotov cocktail waiting to be thrown. Her’s is a mind so shredded by it’s own teeth that sometimes, there are glimpses to be seen through the holes and tears. Her expression slips carelessly for a moment and something twisted and suffering is there instead, peering out from the body that has been forced into a prison.

Bea is similar to a flower growing through the cracks on the side walk. Other flowers look nice with their neat and pretty garden beds, but rest assured this wild flower had to fight like hell to be where it is now. It takes an observant eye to take a moment to appreciate the violet growing by itself and see the little beauties in her simplicity.

BIO:

Beatrice does not have an origin story; nothing is known about the girl she used to be, before she came to Chicago that one fateful day- a skin-and-bones rag doll girl dragging herself and her sister through the world, starved and desperate. At least, that’s the truth everyone has been led to believe.

There was always something off about the Einfalt girl. Something unsettling. People had been talking about her since you first came into this world, bright eyed and big lunged. There never seemed to be a reason for you to cry, but she was one of those babies desperate to be heard. She came rocketing into the world begging for attention, but her cries got quieter every year until she was quiet enough to make some adults around her uncomfortable. No wonder she had so few friends growing up. The kids called her mouse. Oblivious to her social ranking among some circles. Kids didn’t care that her father was quietly raising in political rank. They didn’t care that she became so quiet at home because he was so loud about what he saw as terrible world issues.

Growing up the word ‘mutant’ was always followed by ‘freak’ or ‘menace’ or ‘problem’. They were made to be the monster under her bed, the creak of floorboards at night. Bea can’t count the times her mother had to tuck her back in at night, begging her not to listen to her father and his wild thoughts. It wasn’t until years later that she found out why her mother was so gentle when her father was cold and angry.

Everything had always just felt so empty to her. The houses lined up one after another. Straight like the teeth every one of your father ‘associates’ seemed to smile at you with. Everyone seemed to be trying so hard to cling onto the façade that they were happy. They might have been. She herself was happy enough but she never understood why it just felt so ungenuine from everyone else. Her life was silver spooned perfection, but she always felt like a dove in a cage. Raised to be gentle but with fiery strength burning her your skin, threatening to burn its way out.

Bea’s childhood never seemed like anything to think twice about until you were older. To her, everyone had full days of classes, learning languages no matter how hard they were to comprehend. She was raised amongst wealth, the few friends she had were just as busy learning through the days, leaving little time to play. It was years later when she realised her father was trying to mould her into his own shadow. Unaware that she was everything in life he seemed to hate.

Growing up with so much fear of even the word ‘mutant’. When her powers reared their ugly head, Bea was rightfully terrified. If her father ever found out about her, it was unimaginable what he would do. A quiet child, her voice hadn’t raised in years. So when her mother dropped a glass, and Bea came running into the kitchen, treading on the sharp scatterings, her scream was surprising. In more ways than one. Bea will never forget the way her mother was propelled across the room, or how calm she was even as Bea couldn’t stop crying. Pressing a cloth to the back of her mothers head to stop the bleeding, all her mother could do was try to reassure her it was okay. The story of the mutant gene in their family was a long one, but Bea’s mother managed to tell the tale before her father got home.

Life was always going to be difficult after that point. Bea went from quiet to almost silent, terrified if she spoke something awful was going to happen again. It took years for her to allow her mother to tell her more about their family, about her mothers own power. It wasn’t until her little sister, Ellie, showed signs of the gene that anything really kicked off, however. Where Bea had kept this secret so close to her heart, it was basically sewn into her. Ellie was never as subtle.

The day their father found out was the end of it all. For someone who’s voice felt like a caged bird, a locked away box to never open. She had no trouble using it when she found her father ready to turn over her sweet, harmless little sister to people that would no doubt poke and prod or even worse. There was no literal blood on her hands that day, but Bea will never forget the light leaving her father’s eyes, or the way her little sister cried and clung to her.

Bea would never have gotten away with this normally, and her father was no normal man. A politician with strong Anti-Mutant views was always going to be well known. It was her mother that took the fall. Persuasiveness weaved through her DNA, literally. Convincing officers and officials that she was the one to do this was easy. Too easy. While some looked deeper, suspiciousness rampant, others were just glad to have this cruel man out of the way.

It’s been years since that day that Bea and Ellie were made practically orphans. Several cities, several lives. Bea’s mother is granted a visit once a month that never goes unanswered, and hearing the pride her voice when Bea mentioned The Jem Family eases a hole in Bea’s heart each time. Guilt still rages rampant at where her mother will be for the rest of her life. Now that she’s older however, knowing that she took out a horrifically evil man, and saved so many mutants? Makes it all a little more worth it. What if the truth is revealed, however? There will still be her fathers supporters, even years later, still digging for the truth. Each day Bea works that little harder, to work on her own powers to protect herself and her sister in case that day comes.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

When there was no one in the world Bea could trust besides her sister. It was a small, lonely world. Then there was her introduction to Jem and those involved. She went from having no one, to people who actively wanted to know and care for her. It was far too much all at once, and frankly Bea pulled away more than she wanted to. Sensible distance was always kept from people, but it felt like she was digging a ravine between her and them all. The first to start building a bridge was Shae. When Bea took a step back, Shae stepped forward. When someone would usually write her off as too broken, too distant, too uncaring. Shae was always there. Never pushy but always actively trying to get to know Bea. If her life was a constant storm, Shae was the sun behind the clouds. It was impossible to make friends, and Bea will admit that was on purpose. It was a comfort to be unknown. Now its a comfort to know she can call or visit Shae and be understood and wanted. She’s the one person in the world that has some idea of what might have happened in Bea’s past, however no matter how close they become, Bea knows she’s always going to keep Shae that little bit away from the truth.

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Her father raised her with every intent of moulding her into his own shadow. With his wealth he enrolled her into more classes than a child was ever capable of keeping up with. This included languages like German and French. As a result education is exhausting for Bea, and she avoided going to further education and instead learns in her own time. Alone.

There are very few people that can pull a full, engaged conversation out of Bea. She isn’t rude, she’ll always talk to people when talked to first, but her interest is often elsewhere. She’s well aware this makes her come off as uncaring at times, and she doesn’t bother to correct people.

There’s fear of the unknown weaved between her bones, born from years of fear. But there’s an adventurous streak that brings out the bold and the brave within her. New experiences and the thrill and power that come with them are calculated and thought out butare often craved.

She’s not naive, she knows how this world works. Its good at times yes but there’s so much bad and so many people that fall under that darker side. That she knows to keep her wits about her at all times. Those she has befriended still know only what she wants them to know about her.

The memories are never going to fade, everything a constant reminder of the past. However the longer she spends pretending her past didn’t exist, the easier it becomes to believe it herself.

Theres a rage inside Bea she tries so hard to pretend doesn’t exist. It built her entire childhood, when she had to face fear every single day. Or as she lacked the friends she needed. The comfort she needed. It exploded out of her when her father threatened her sister, and ever since Bea has tired to lock it away. The only person who ever saw that anger since then was Ciara and it keeps Bea up at night that she saw that side of her. No matter how angry their break up, she knows she could have kept more control.

ANYTHING ELSE: A FC change to Elizabeth Olsen please?

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College AU! Seo Changbin

Sorry this one is out a little later than usual, but my laptop died and wouldn’t turn on so i couldn’t post it T__T but it’s here now. thank you for all your love and support for this series <3

-Major: Music (Vocal) and Composition

-Minor: business studies

-Sports: none,,, he likes sports but not enough to join in when he could be sleeping or writing music

-Clubs: contrary to his sharp image he could be seen frequenting the art department and literature department when the drawing club and poetry club held their meetings. He really liked drawing, deciding that if a music career was out of the question he could really say a big screw you to his parents and become a tattoo artist lmao. He didn’t go to the poetry club as much as he did the drawing club, he went to get inspiration for lyrics and new metaphors n stuff

-So Changbin a vocal major you say???

-Yes he did enjoy singing, he definitely wouldn’t say he was as good as the other students who were professionally trained from a young age but he had his own vocal colour

-Changbin did truly enjoy his course but he wasn’t,,,, passionate about it

-Unlike everyone else on the course who wanted to be singers or train people to sing,,, he just didn’t have that same mentality

-Which is why he chose to do composition as a way to do what he really liked

-Bc Changbin was a rapper

-And was part of the underground rap trio of 3RACHA with 3rd year Chan and fellow 2nd year Jisung

-They were extremely popular on campus,, it’s just a shame his vocal professors thought otherwise when he came in with a sore throat the next day to class

-They frowned upon rap, saying it wasn’t a viable option for Changbin to perform a rap piece about societal issues and that he NEEDED to sing in order to pass the module which needless to say,,, ended with him writing a few more rap tracks where he dissed the school system lmao (these ended up a HIT with the student body and Changbin frequently heard other students listening or quoting the lyrics which made him immensely proud uwu)

-One time he had to redo a module bc he rapped instead of sang at a recital, despite showing his teacher the song he was going to do and he even performed at rehearsal

-He just said screw it on the actual night and changed the track lmao

-Whilst it went down a storm with the students and his friends in the audience, his professors, examiners and the rest of the audience were extremely shocked and unimpressed

-His professor wanted to fail him but said he had too much potential as an artist that he made Changbin perform again in front of the department in order to give him a grade

-Okay so whilst Changbin did like to screw with his department a few times bc they were never lenient towards his ideas about rapping he did genuinely like his course and it meant he could pursue music, albeit different from what he wanted to do

-It was his minor that really gave him trouble

-You see,, he really hated business with a passion like he wanted to burn all his business textbooks n scream in front of the department building

-But he couldn’t bc it was the only reason he was allowed to study music at university

-His parents really did not approve of his career choice, citing how unreliable and unstable it was for the future you know the general consensus a lot of parents have about going into the arts instead of something safe like economics or bsiness or law

-It took countless months of arguing and persuading his parents that he didn’t want to do anything but music that the conceded only IF he picked up business as his minor

-Like,,, don’t get me wrong he could see where his parents were coming from but at the same time,,,, Changbin has such passion for the music world that he couldn’t see himself anywhere but a recording studio writing songs and lyrics, maybe even performing them himself

-He finally wore his parents down by showing them the feedback from his teachers in high school and online where he posted some of his self made tracks that they conceded

-But the business aspect of his course

-Made him want to die :)

-Changbin most certainly did not care for monopolies or business strategies that helped to improve profit margins for a corporate business

-This was exactly what Changbin hated and wrote songs about how it destroyed society but u know,,, it’s fine really

-Until he has to write three 2000 word essays on some business bullshit that he realises just how much he hates business

-Changbin was scarcely passing his business modules, praying to get at least 40% so he could pass instead of having to redo any of the work lmao (if that’s not me @ my modules)

-You could always see him when it was coming up to his deadlines at the library with Woojin cooing over him soothingly, as Changbin was trying NOT to cry about how much he hated business

-If Minho was studying there as well he would buy Changbin stress coffee and they would both sit there complaining about how awful deadlines were lmao

-Though,,,, Changbin was much better at handling the stress than Minho who just downed coffee after coffee

-Changbin just had a idc attitude when it came to his business stuff, saying if he failed it’s not much of a loss bc my parents think I’m wasting my time anyway (oof this hits a little close to home I wont lie)

-But anyway, Woojin would always help him revise for his business exams and would test him on case studies n vocabulary he needed to learn so he never went into them completely clueless

-Once,,, he literally ran to Woojin’s dorm after he got 68% on a business exam and he promised to buy Woojin all the chicken in the world for helping him

-Now, now that’s a tad excessive don’t you think?

-Hyung, I owe you my LIFE

-Changbin NO, just treat me to dinner once and consider it done

-Wow we don’t deserve Woojin

-Speaking of dorms,,,, Changbin rented out an apartment with Hyunjin and Seungmin and well,,,, their apartment was messy as hell

-Okay so first of all,,, they all studied different courses so their lounge area was just a mess of lyrics sheets, bits of fabric and law books strewn all over the place

-Law books served as coasters for left over coffee mugs and more often than not you could always find bits of scrap fabric in them if they’d be left out for too long lmao

-The three of them make Sunday cleaning day bc otherwise,,, well they’re apartment might become inhabitable

-So,,,, back to the plot

-You knew Changbin though it had been a while (read: middle school) since you had last seen him

-One could even say you were really close friends until you had to move away due to your fathers’ job and when u told baby Changbin this,,,, he cried and refused to speak to you and when he finally got round to the fact you were leaving,,,, you had already moved and even though you posted him a letter he didn’t read it out of spite (though he still had the letter uwu,, not that he would let anyone know)

-But ever since you moved away, you never got as close to anyone as you did with Changbin all those years ago and your heart ached a little every time you thought of your childhood friend

-However, you were grown up now and whilst you still got tinges of sadness you were over it and tried your best at your entrance exams so you could get into a good college

-You decided to major in psychology bc you really enjoyed the analysis of people and how the brain worked

-However,,, the uni you went to kinda sucked and you weren’t progressing as much as you thought you would be which made you,,, very frustrated

-So you began to look into other colleges and you contacted one that seemed to have an extremely high satisfaction and employment rate

-When you told your parents that you decided to move college they were apprehensive but when you explained why they did support you

-They were even more supportive bc it was the college that their friends’ son goes to and oh maybe they get in contact with them so their son could show you round campus

-Before you could protest they were on the phone setting up the arrangement

-So when your second year of college rolled round you found yourself at a new college and a new dorm with your stuff in boxes

-Your parents helped you move most of the stuff in but they had to leave early due to a business meeting (lol wasn’t that just ur life though)

-Without so much as a “goodbye sweetie let us know how it all goes” and a hasty kiss to the cheek they left you in the dust with 3 heavy boxes full of stuff you had to move in by yourself

-You sighed, heaving the boxes on top of each other praying that someone would see your struggles

-Luck was on your side that day it would seem

-As you struggled to pick up the three heavy boxes, you felt the weight lighten immensely and a voice piped up

-“You look like you need help, what room are you in?”

-“Uhh, 203”

-“Sweet let’s go”

-Something about the boy seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite place it as you followed him up the stairs to your dorm room

-Once you reached the door you told the boy it was fine and you could take it from here but he insisted on taking the boxes through for you

-Sighing, you fished the keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door, whilst simultaneously apologising for the mess ur room was in

-The boy just laughed, placing the boxes in an empty space as he observed the piles of textbooks and clothes thrown around your room and you froze

-You recognised that laugh

-Your eyes followed him as he took an innocent look around the stuff on your desk, watching him pick up a textbook and flipping through it

-Something seemed to have caught his attention, right at the front of the book and he turned round to look at you scrutinising your face

-“C-changbin?”

-“Y/N?”

-The two of you stared at each other, eyes wandering around the now unfamiliar curves and contours of your faces

-“My parents told me that you were transferring but I didn’t think I would actually see you so soon” changbin said warily, hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck

-“Oh, um, yeah bad college for first year thought I’d try my luck some place different” you replied awkwardly, placing the box you were still holding onto the floor

-“Well,, it’s been a while”

-“Hmmm”

-The room lapsed into an awkward silence and Changbin traced the name in the textbook he was holding, in disbelief that he had finally found his childhood best friend again

-You, on the other hand, couldn’t believe how well Changbin had grown up

-Like he wasn’t a chubby kid but he had truly grown up,,, and well u felt ur throat well up in sadness at the fact you weren’t by his side as he grew up

-“I have to go back,,, it was nice seeing you again Y/N and I’ll catch you round?” changbin’s voice cut through your thoughts and you just nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment

-Of all the days to encounter to your old best friend, it just had to be on your first day at your new college you thought bitterly, glaring at the mess all around you before sighing, knowing it was no use being bitter about it before starting the lengthy process of unpacking

-Changbin, however, as soon as he got back to his apartment began to refile through trying to find the letter you had left him all of those years ago

-Hyunjin and Seungmin heard all the noise and decided to investigate

-Nothing could prepare them for the sight of Changbin with tears marking his face and a slip of paper with childish handwriting on, surrounded by hundreds of other sheets

-They just glanced at each other before leaving the doorway, deciding to confront him about it later

-Changbin didn’t notice his two flatmates, too busy tracing your childish scrawl

-“Binnie!! I know you are angry at me for leaving but I can’t help it. Dad got a new job T__T. I wish I could stay with you. If you are reading this, it means I already left. Ahh, what to do I’m crying. Please write to me Binnie, I wrote my new address on another piece of paper! Love your best friend, Y/N xxxxxxx”

-He reached into the envelope, pulling out another piece of paper where you had written your address as neatly as you could,,, obviously you had gone through much pain to get it as neat as possible so he could read it

-His heart began to ache, knowing that he had the means to contact you all those years ago but he had been an angry child

-Changbin wiped the tears from his face before putting the two pieces of paper back in the envelope and placing it delicately on his desk next to his lyrics book

-He sat on the floor, contemplating his options

-Like on the one hand, he wanted to really talk to you and get his best friend back but on the other hand, he was unsure if you wanted to or whether you had really moved on

-Throwing caution to the wind, he decided that he would try and talk to you again

-I mean he knew where you lived,,, he wondered if you still liked strawberry milk and jellies

-The next day you were surprised to see Changbin at your door holding a carton of strawberry milk and a packet of jellies

-You let him, secretly glad that he came to see you after your awkward encounter yesterday

-“I realised yesterday I was a complete ass, and I guess I was all those years ago for not opening your letter and realising that we still could’ve been friends if I just opened it” he said, standing awkwardly at your desk whilst you sat on the bed

-You laughed at how sad he looked, patting the space next to you gesturing for him to sit there

-His eyes widened before perching right on the edge of the bed,,,, you laughed again and just slapped his arm

-“It’s okay Changbin! Fresh start, we’re both ‘adults’ now so no hard feelings. Tell me about yourself and I’ll tell you what happened to me”

-For the next few hours, you found at everything about Changbin

-From how much he hated business to his new friends, all the way to the fact he was part of an underground rap trio with two of his other friends

-You were impressed, you knew Changbin liked to write lyrics from a young age and you were so proud he honed in on that passion to pursue a career in it

-Changbin listened raptly as you told him all about how much you suffered through high school, feeling like you didn’t have your life planned out like everyone else did and how you ended up taking psychology bc you enjoyed watching people and wanted to know more about how humans worked on a psychological level

-Without realising, the two of you fell back into your old rhythm like nothing hadn’t happened in the years you had been apart

-It had turned dark by the time you and Changbin had finished catching up with each other

-Changbin’s eyes widened as he checked his phone, both at the time and the hundreds of notifications he had gotten from all his friends including a concerned Felix (which NEVER happened)

-“Oh my god I really need to go before my friends send out a search party and they think I’m finally dead”

-“It’s fine! I didn’t think we had been talking for so long” you laughed at him, pushing him off the bed and towards the door

-Changbin’s hand was on the handle before he whipped back around so quickly you were worried for a hot second

-“I need your number. I won’t let myself screw this friendship over again” he handed you his phone and you felt your heart get all warm at the sentiment

-You put your number into his phone, with the contact name of “best friend, again” which Changbin smiled at before pulling you into a hug and running out of the door

-You smiled softly at his retreating figure, shutting the door and laying on your bed

-You hadn’t felt this happy in a long while, you finally had your best friend back

-Changbin on the other hand, got back to his apartment full of his 8 friends who all demanded to know where he had been without a single word to any of them for the past 11 hours which was very unlike him

-“Wait,,,, what’s with that look on your face?” hyunjin inquired, leaning forward to study changbin’s face

-“What look?” he asked confusedly

-“You never look this happy unless Felix is hugging you or you finished a particularly diss full track towards your professors or the government hyung” jeongin answered innocently, nestling further into Chan’s arms

-Felix looked particularly smug at this fact, but he too wanted to know what caused his hyung to go AWOL for hours

-“I,,,, met an old friend and we were catching up and lost track of time” Changbin shrugged

-“Hyung…. You never look this happy when meeting old friends? They must be special to you” Felix said, studying Changbin’s face closely and he was surprised to see his ears reddening slightly

-“Um,,,, you could say that we were best friends when we were kids”

-“hmmmmm”

-“……….”

-Suddenly Seungmin’s face cracked into a huge smile, piecing the puzzle together

-“Changbin hyung,,,, is the same best friend that, when drunk last year, told me that you were angry that they left you alone at school when they moved away”

-“………..”

-“The one you had a crush on?”

-“O K A Y PUNK LISTEN HERE-“

-Whatever Changbin was going to say,,, we will never know as Woojin threw a hand over changbin’s mouth before he could cuss out seungmin who was sat there smugly

-Changbin sighed against Woojin’s hand and slumped back

-Woojin released his hand warily, signalling for Changbin to explain

-“Yes this is that friend, their name is Y/N”

-The boys all smiled, knowing that you meant a lot to changbin and had been the subject of many of Changbin’s songs

-ANYWAY

-You and changbin quickly rekindled the flames of your friendship extremely quickly despite college starting, you always managed to find time to meet up

-Heck, you even found yourself joining him in the recording studio some nights helping Changbin with lyrics or just giving him some company

-The boys had taken an immense liking to you and quickly adopted you as the 10th member of their squad

-You were even a priority member of the underground club 3RACHA frequented at, much to the chagrin of the many fangirls who had been on the guestlist since last year

-Perks of being childhood friends with one of the members

-It’s here where you see Changbin in his true element

-You saw all his passion and rawness for the issues he spoke up for present themselves in such a beautiful and hard hitting way

-You couldn’t help but cry at one of the tracks he performed with Jisung about the effect bullying could have on students in school

-Changbin pulled you into a hug after the performance had ended, apologising for making you cry during the gig (the other boys began waggling their eyebrows at him suggestively and he had to physically restrain himself from throwing cusses at them, choosing to glare at them whilst hugging you)

-Over the next few weeks you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you began to look at Changbin differently than you did

-Sure,,, as a kid you admit you did have a crush on him but then don’t most kids crush on their best friends?

-But this,,, was more than a sweet puppy love

-You began to notice the little things at first, the way his eyes would widen when he had a spark of inspiration, the way his eyebrows would furrow when he tried to study for business and then the bigger things began to form with how he always had an arm slung around your shoulders when you walked across campus or when you had a bad day he would turn up at your dorm with hugs and a carton of strawberry milk

-You fell in love with him naturally, like it was almost fate

-Little did you know, Changbin too felt this way as well

-He noticed everything you did, how you fiddled with your sleeves when you were nervous about something, the way your eyes crinkled as you laughed at a story Felix was telling you or the way you clung to him when you watched a horror film with the boys at Jisung and Jeongin’s dorm

-He began to write songs about you, and decided that this was the only way he could confess confidently

-Every moment he spent with you he wouldn’t exchange it for the world

-Besides, the whole campus seemed to think you were dating anyway

-It was the end of first semester and 3RACHA were holding another gig to celebrate and naturally you had to go hype up your best friend and celebrate your psych essays being over

-Unbeknownst to you, Changbin was going to perform the song he had written for you that night in a hope that you would understand how he felt about you

-As the lights came up, you couldn’t help but be in awe at how beautiful Changbin was in that moment

-As the gig progressed, both Chan and Jisung had performed solo tracks and you knew that Changbin had to be performing one as well

-Just then, a spotlight appeared and your attention was captured immediately as Changbin began to rap about a close friend and how they changed his entire life for the better

-You frowned slightly, trying to figure out who it was

-Felix maybe? He does like Felix a lot

-Towards the end of the song the lyrics seemed familiar and you realised,,, it was the lyrics you had helped with all those weeks ago

-Your eyes widened as they met Changbin’s dark eyes, and moved closer to you table much to the delight of the boys

-As the song reached the end, Changbin was stood in front of you and reached out to cup your face gently

-You leaned into his touch, looking up at him with hooded eyes

-Without much prompt, Changbin leaned down and kissed you gently causing everyone in the room to holler and wolf whistle

-You break apart from him, a grin spreading across your lips and the thought of Changbin’s lips on yours as he goes to finish the rest of the gig

-DATING CHANGBIN:

-After that day, you and changbin became an official item much to the surprise of practically everyone on campus who thought you were dating already ooops

-Dude least we can stop hearing you pine about how perfect Y/N is

-Oh that’s what you think,,,, now I can torture you about how much I freaking love them

-hyUNG NO PLEASE NO

-Dating Changbin was very much just being best friends, with more skinship

-Bc Changbin LOVED skinship

-He always had an arm around your shoulder or holding your hand as you walked anyway and when you were talking to people he always had you in a back hug,,, which made it uncomfortable for the other person at times esp if they didn’t know changbin

-I mean he looked scary and you were completely unfazed that he was hugging you as you were chatting about some psychology case study you were both studying for Prof Kim’s class

-nOT that Changbin was a jealous or possessive boyfriend, as some were inclined to think, he just a RBF and liked to hug you whenever you were together

-You certainly didn’t have a problem with it, leaning into his touch whenever his arms were around you

-Though he did get a little jealous sometimes when people at bars tried to flirt with you even when he was RIGHT THERE and had his arm around your waist

-He was just more frustrated at the fact the other person couldn’t get a hint so 9 times out 10 he ended up pulling you in for a kiss before pulling away to smile smugly at the other person

-They soon got the hint and stopped trying to hit on you

-You just laughed, leaning in him to kiss again before dragging him home before he got jealous again

-You woke up the next day with Changbin tracing his fingers lightly against your hips and thighs, making random patterns whilst softly smiling at you

-This was your favourite way to wake up tbh, like it was so soft and so utterly intimate that you craved his touch even more

-When the two of you turned up late to a meeting with the boys they just shook their heads at changbin’s messy hair and your slightly swollen lips

-Most of your guys day was spent in the recording studio or music practice room as changbin was writing songs or practice for an upcoming performance for his course, you were there with your psychology textbooks feet in his lap if he was sat at the mixing desk or sat on the floor in the practice room

-The two of you spent hours there, working in relative silence just happy to be in each others presence as you prepared for your upcoming projects and stuff

-Sometimes you helped him with his lyrics if he was struggling with wording a certain phrase or he wanted your opinion on a particular beat

-You also helped him revise for business, which you knew he hated but you wanted him to do well so sometimes you had to bribe him

-Changbin for every right answer ill give you a kiss

-roGER THAT

-The helping out was mutual as changbin too assisted you when you needed

-He could often be seen in the library or campus café holding your flashcards and notes, quizzing you about psychology case studies and terminology for your upcoming exams

-Changbin also liked to reward you with kisses every time you got an answer right,,,, though sometimes he was feeling childish and purposely said that you got an answer right when u hadn’t just so he could kiss you more lmao

-Changbin you know you don’t need a reason to kiss me…. You’re literally my boyfriend??

-Yeah but reward kisses are good!!!

-Not when you purposely lie to me so you can get kisses!

-How did you know I was lying?????

-Babe,,, I’m literally a psychology student I KNOW when you lie. And we’ve been friends since middle school so I’ve seen you lie for a good long while. Also,,,, I purposely got this answer wrong to see what you did lmao

-BABE WHAT THE HECK WHY???

-You’re too cute sometimes

-ANYWAY

-You and Changbin are the type of couple to wear couple clothes without realising it

-Like,,,, you would both be wearing oversized black hoodies and black beanies when you go for bbq with the boys one day and Felix was like,,,,, u planned this and ur both like ???? planned what????

-Speaking of hoodies,,, and clothes in general

-Changbin leaves his stuff at yours a lot in the hopes that you wear it one day,,, esp his shirts and hoodies bc he is that kind of boy that loves this kind of stuff then gets all blushy when you do

-Like when you turned up to a date one day wearing his favourite hoodie he MELTED at how cute you looked

-For your 6th month anniversary,,, you decided to get official couple stuff but like,,,, u didn’t want a ring

-You settled on getting a couple earring,,, which was adorable and Felix literally screamed when he saw you both wearing it one day

-Also,,,, at first you didn’t know that Changbin liked to draw until you find his sketches on the desk in his room where he hastily put them last night after drawing club

-You were looking through them when he turned up with a bag of takeout and he began to blush

-BABE these are really good!?!”$”

-They’re really not though!!

-Yes they are wow what can’t you do

-Business studies

-Oh you’re right there

-He told you that night that he wanted to be a tattoo artist if the music career didn’t work out and you clapped your hands in glee

-I mean you always wanted a tattoo so what better way than get your boyfriend to design one for you

-He protested this at first, claiming he wasn’t a great artist that warranted you to have something of him tattooed permanently to your body

-You, however, managed to convince him to design something small that you BOTH could get

-Screw couple rings, you guys went straight for the couple tattoo ;)

-Safe to say when the boys found out they all screamed, Felix sobbed in the corner whilst woochan hugged each other claiming that their kids grow up so fast

-When you finally got them done you couldn’t help but run your fingers over it every day,,, and your fingers always found themselves finding Changbin’s and running your fingers over it softly

-Ugh it was so soft and Hyunjin’s eyes rolled whenever he saw the two of you laying on the sofa hands running over each others tattoos and kissing each other softly

-Baso,,, u and changbin were just best friends who fell in love

-Slowly,, then all at once

-And you wouldn’t change it for the world

again,,, thank you for giving this series so much love it means the world to us!!!

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goldenchildkatsuki · 6 years

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Hi, could you make a drabble about enemies but secretly dating for Kacchako? Thank you very much!

I can’t write you a drabble but I can write you a 4.7k one shot instead, is that alright?

Summary: Uraraka, studies Pedagogy at Univeristy. For a big research report for one of her classes she decided to start an all girls soccer team. She managed to start up a team with 14 enthaustiastic and active young girls that love nothing more than to run around the field with her and learn from her. Uraraka had been really enjoying spending time and learning from the girls until an asshole with a tracksuit from her Uni arrived to the club, with a new all boys team, picking a fight with her by taking in her pitch.

Writers note: I asked on Tumblr to send a cliché fanfiction trope in my ask box and I would make a decent Kacchako drabble out of it. This is for the third ask I received. Someone requested for me to write them as enemies but secretely dating. It took me some time to think of something but I’m in love with what I eventuallu came up with. I didn’t manage to put the “secretely dating” part in YET. I say “YET” as I really want to write a next chapter (see the end for more notes).

Word count: 4.700

AO3 link: (x)

YOU PUSH & YOU PULL

“Now go give mommy a kiss, we’re starting soon!” Uraraka gently ushered the girl towards her mother. With a big smile the girl ran in the arms of her mother and placed a giant kiss on her cheek.

“Be good to Miss Uraraka, you hear Keiko?” The mother told her child as she was smothering her against her chest.

“Yes mommy!”

“And to the other girls too, no dirty tackles!”

“Well that’s something I can’t promise.” All three of them started laughing. The mother let go of her child who ran past Uraraka towards the canteen. Uraraka approached the mother as she watched the girl run to her friends and who happily greeted her.

“She sure is something.” Uraraka smiled.

The mother looked past her at the group of girls in the canteen and sighed. “She is. It’s this sport that brings out this side of her. Keiko finally has a place where she can be herself. Thanks again Miss Uraraka, for setting up the girls soccer team.” She bowed and Uraraka gestured for her to lift her head.

“Please Miss Nakahara, no need to thank me. I love teaching the girls and running around the pitch with them. It’s a nice to actually do something with kids instead of just reading about them in pedagogics books.”

Miss Nakahara’s eyebrows perked up. “Oh! That reminds me, have you run into-“

A hurdle of loudly chittering girls in soccer gear interrupted her and marched towards them, like the girls were readying for a demonstration they had their small fists raised and eyes filled with rage.”

“Coach Uraraka!” They all cried for her attention. Uraraka turned to them and tried to hush them as all the girls started to speak at once, every voice trying to get over the other voice.

“Girls. Girls! One person at a time please.” Uraraka had to raise her voice.

The girls gradually fell silent and looked at each other, their heads turned towards the pitches and pointed at the field. Another team in orange jersey’s were running laps around the field. Their field. The field Uraraka had requested for her to train her team on at exactly 6:30 PM. Uraraka rolled up the sleeve of her windbreaker and looked at her watch.

6:37 PM.

Of course he would go in and snatch the field in those 7 freaking minutes.

Uraraka excused herself from Keiko’s mother and lead her team to her pitch. She walked onto the pitch and saw the head turn of a couple of boys. Cheeky smiles appeared on their faces and they continued running as if they weren’t supposed to have a single foot on the field. The anger in her started building up, something she had promised herself to contain seeing as she clearly had influenced the kids with it. She adjusted, scoped around the field and spotted him.

The cockiest, most-arrogant and selfish brat on campus. Wearing his stupid school issued tracksuit to training, standing there if he owned the pitch, like he bough it himself. He seemed to be so far in his own butt that he didn’t even seem to properly pay attention to the kids. As typical as you can get a Sport and Exercise Science student.

Uraraka cupped her hands at her mouth. “Hey!”

The guy raised his wrist and tapped on this watch. As fast as he noticed her, he lost interest in her and turned towards his team, that had started to slow down anticipating a war about to go down. The girls hesitantly turned their heads towards Uraraka, who was gritting her teeth flat.

“Girls…” She growled as she tightened her ponytail.

“Oh no.” A girl whispered. “She tightened her ponytail, you know that that means.” The girl next to her sighed.

“Wait here for me.” Uraraka ignored them and jogged across the field, ready to confront the guy for what must’ve been the millionth time. It was as if he was really out to get her. She had been through hell to make a pitch available at a time that suited her, the team and the other professional coaches walking around at the club. It took her a lot of work to make sure the pitch was empty between 6:30 and 8 PM, seeing as the team before her often extended their trainings and the team after her took a lot of time warming up and therefore preferred to start earlier. And she was extremely proud when she was able to make the coaches sympathize with her, explaining how much the girls and she herself were enjoying learning from that hour and a half on the soccer field. As a result of that the pitch was made available for her.

Uraraka was late once. Once. And the pitch was already claimed by someone else. No one else other than Bakugou Katsuki, who had decided to start up a boys league as his project for one of his Sports Pedagogy classes, that evening. When she first saw him on the pitch she remembered him walking around campus once, with the notorious dark blue track suit, sunken into his collar and glaring at everyone he walked past. From that she could’ve guessed he wasn’t one of the few sympathetic people from that major. Carefully she had walked up to him and explained him that she was scheduled to have the pitch and kindly told him to get off of it.

“So uptight.” Was the first thing he said to her.

Uraraka couldn’t believe her eyes. She pardoned herself and tried to explain it to him again, trying not to beat around the bush that time.

“And also annoying, great.” Was the second thing he had said to her.

Bakugou had hushed her as she opened her mouth ready to verbally attack him.

“Listen Miss Stick Up Her Ass. You’re 11 minutes late alright? Rules says a reserved pitch becomes available again if the coach doesn’t inform the club of their absence at least five minutes ahead of scheduled time. So take your girls scouts elsewhere.”

Uraraka had never been that close to punching someone in the face, he had shut her up like it was nothing. She wasn’t able to express nothing else but anger, something she had never felt before. All she could do was guide her team to the canteen and ask the head of the club about the so said rules, and it turned out the guy was right. She couldn’t remember a time she had felt worse than when she had to the send the girls home, not being able to find another pitch as the champions league was getting close and almost every coach had scheduled in extra hours of training for their team.

Since that evening Uraraka had been running into Bakugou at the constantly, on campus and unfortunately on Mondays. Even when there were other pitches available he would cross out her name on the training schedule or even have one of the boys on his team stall her so they could take the field. It was one big joke to him. She couldn’t imagine him having an actual grudge against her, so the only thing she could think of to make sense of his behavior was that he genuinely enjoyed to ruin the fun of her and 14 little girls.

“Rules are rules.” Bakugou smirked at her.

“Give me a break! I was talking to a mother of one of the girls.”

“Rules are-“

Uraraka pointed a finger straight at him. “Don’t you dare say that again.”

Bakugou huffed and crossed his arms. “Or what? You’ll have a go at me again?”

She didn’t expect him to let that go any time soon. Almost a month ago, Uraraka had managed to set up a practice game with another all girls team. She was extremely excited as she had been thinking her team was the only girls team in the area. The coach of the other team had reached out to the club head and had mentioned Uraraka’s team, highly recommended her even. A week before the practice game Uraraka had managed to get new jersey’s for the girls to wear at the game. Before practice she had left the box containing them on the pitch and left her team to fill her water bottle in the restroom. When she came back she saw her girls yelling at Bakugou’s boys who had taken the new Jersey’s and had put them on her head, tied them around their neck and head. She was in complete and utter shock and tried her best to control the chaos as she walked on the pitch. Then she saw Bakugou, surrounded by a couple of boys, with a pink jersey on his head.

“Okay guess who I am.” He told the kids. “Blah, blah, blah, get off my pitch, nag nag nag.” He swiped the shirt over his shoulders, pretending to move hair out of his face.

Uraraka didn’t know what came over her but before she could think rationally she ran at him and tackled him. She sat on his waist and repeatedly punched his chest. It caused hell to break loose, the girls let out their battle cries and followed their coach’s example by attacking the boys on the field. They started to chase the boys team, threw kicks and punches, tackled and pushed, until the head walked onto the pitch. He had sent both teams home and scolded the petty coaches, giving them one more chance to behave.

Uraraka rolled her eyes as far back as humanly possible at a Bakugou who was standing before her, ever so smug about his own nasty joke.

“Again, I thought it was funny.”

“Just leave, you jerk.” Uraraka groaned. She didn’t want to waste any more time on him, time was ticking away and the girls haven’t broke a single sweat. She could tell Bakugou was considering making it even more difficult for her, but after a few strokes on the chin he had decided the reaction he got out of her was enough for that day.

“Fine. Brats, pack your crap and head to field E, we’ll continue training there.” He shouted at his team. The boys hang their heads in disappointment, clearly ready for discourse between the two coaches. They picked up their bags and walked to their coach.

“Right, let’s move it, we’ve tortured her enough for today.” Bakugou told his boys. “Now tell Miss Stick Up Her Ass til’ next time.” He pointed his chin towards Uraraka. The boys did as they were told and followed Bakugou off the pitch.

Uraraka’s team hurried onto the field and glared along with Uraraka at the team that left to go two fields over. Uraraka became aware of her behavior and softened her face. She clapped her hands together and woke the team up from their trance.

“Right ladies. Let’s go warm-up! Let’s make this a quick one okay, we don’t have much time left.” She started running in her place, knees high, trying to enlighten the mood and get everyone motivated. But the girls weren’t been born yesterday and couldn’t train without making sure their coach was feeling alright.

“Don’t be discouraged coach, we’ll get him one day!” Tora took her hand.

Junko started rubbing Uraraka’s lower back. “We’ll kick his butt again.”

The girls started cheering and raising their fists, Uraraka couldn’t help but giggle. Even though it was quite a funny scene, this wasn’t what these girls were supposed to be thinking. She didn’t want them to grow up to believe that you could hurt anyone that makes you or others you like feel sad. It was embarrassing the way she acted a month ago, it’s still embarrassing the way she acted around him. He brought out that awful side of her but at the same time it was up to her how she dealt with it. Right now, she was doing a poor job of handling her emotions and now it’s reflecting onto the kids more and more.

“Kicking butts is not the answer ladies.” She pat Tora and Junko’s heads.

“But coach Bakugou is a big meanie. And we’ve kicked his butt for it before.” The poor kids sounded so confused as to why this was morally wrong.

Uraraka squatted down to the girls’ level and huddled them in closer.

“Listen. Coach Bakugou is a big meanie, yes, but you can’t kick people’s butts for it. That makes you a meanie too, do you all follow?” The girls nodded.

“But doesn’t that make you a meanie Miss Uraraka?” Keiko asked.

Uraraka took a deep breath. “I guess you can say that, but I’m the biggest meanie of us all for making you pumpkins think this behavior is okay. That’s why I’m going to have to talk to coach Bakugou, like a real grown up, so we can settle this once and for all.” It took her all might to purse that sentence over her lips. It was a really bold and ambitious statement to make considering the instant irritation she felt when only his name was mentioned. She had been meaning to have a real conversation with the guy for some time though. Uraraka had been too proud to apologize to him after attacking him. To clear her conscious and because she actually felt the slightest bit of guilt after socking him in the chin before getting dragged off him by the head, she had been meaning to apologize to him.

“When are you going to do the grown up talk?”

“I don’t know Emi, I don’t see coach Bakugou at school often. But you girls don’t have to worry about that. You guys have to think about the fun stuff! Like the parent day training, isn’t that going to be exciting?” She lied and managed to avoid going any deeper on that subject. Luckily, the girls picked up on the genuine excitement and let the subject go.

After letting the girls ask each other about what they were going to teach their parents at the parent training day, she sent them out to do a little warm up session and then work on what they wanted to teach their parents next week in teams of 2. Usually Uraraka would actively try to join in every team, giving more instructions but this evening she let the girls work independently, jumping in when she was called out to. For most part of the training she was on her phone, something she normally wouldn’t dare to take out of her bag and looked at the Sports and Exercise Science Major schedule. Their classes didn’t match up with hers in at all, making it so that she actually saw Bakugou more than she wanted. Often she would spot him at the end of the day, sitting on the steps of the library, which seemed to be his usual spot, reading coursebooks. He always managed to notice her, despite how small she tried to make herself and how fast she tried to walk past him. He would greet her with an insult and she would contain herself not to flip him off. At first she thought of seeing him with a bunch of books to be a coincidence, not being able to imagine a student of the Sports and Exercise Science other than passive, based off the reputation graduates and current students have left at the university. But every time she saw him on those steps he had his nose buried in a book, looking as invested as once could be in a course book and scribbled away in notebooks. It was kind of admirable but that made it even harder for her to wrap her head around the fact that for some reason he would rather risk ruining his practical assessment learning experience by essentially bullying her.

It didn’t make sense.

He could be a decent guy if he wanted to.

They could’ve even bonded over their shared interest in pedagogics.

But he had to be put himself up to be detestable, leaving it hard for her to see him in another way.

After looking at their schedules side by side for the longest time she had established there was no time she was guaranteed to see him for a long period of time and talk to him. Uraraka was starting to have her doubts, would there ever be an appropriate time where she could talk to him? Most likely not. And even if there was, would he even listen to her without interrupting, insulting her or taking it the wrong way? Hard to imagine.

When Uraraka saw the first mother of one of the kids walk into the canteen, she decided to shove her thoughts to the side and join the team with all her enthusiasm. She called the girls and told them they were going to play a quick game of ‘Dragon Tail Tag’ before cooling down. It made her feel much better when she was actually up and moving again and laughing with her team. By the time they were at the last exercise of the cooling down most of the parents were waiting in the canteen for their daughters.

Quickly Uraraka ran up and down the pitch to collect as much of the equipment on the pitch as she could whilst sending the girls to their parents, not wanting them to wait for too long.

“But Miss Uraraka, we can help!” a girl tugged at her windbreaker.

“That’s sweet of you Ayiko, but your daddy and little brother are waiting for you. I’ll clean up by myself this one time.” At this point she was buried under a pile of pilons, hoops and a single ball. The pitch lights shot on which gave her a better indication of time. Uraraka told the girls a hurried goodbye and rushed off the pitch to the equipment shed.

She looked at her feet trying to make sure she didn’t crash into anyone and right before reaching the equipment shed someone cut her off. The sneakers looked familiar and it made her whole face turn sour.

“Watch out will you?” Uraraka murmured.

“Keep giving me that attitude, see where that will get you.” Bakugou yelled from the shed.

Uraraka had enough of him for one evening. She was not about the ruin the last part of the evening which had been amazing. She loudly tapped her foot whilst he kept rummaging.

“Can you hurry up please?”

“Can you shut up please?”

Enough of his attitude Uraraka was ready to squeeze past the boy, dump her stuff and leave. She was about to set a single step forward as she felt tiny hands push into her back and legs, forcefully shoving her into the shed. Every item immediately fell to the floor, both Uraraka and Bakugou turned around and saw the big eyes of boys and girls in the slit of the closing door.

The two moved into action to late and their noses met a closed door. They heard the key turn and Bakugou instantly fired up, banging on the shed door.

“What are you doing little shits?! Let me out!” He yelled into the keyhole.

Commotion erupted on the other end of the door. Uraraka tried to push Bakugou aside. “Girls, this is not funny. I told you to go to your parents, not play pranks. Let us out.”

Uraraka put her ear against the door and listened to the commotion dying down.

“You can’t get out before you’ve had the grown up talk with coach Bakugou, miss!” Tora said.

Uraraka felt Bakugou staring at her and her face turned bright red. “Uh girls, I-I said I would do that at school, t-there’s no need to do that now!”

“But you said you don’t see coach Bakugou often, now he’s there with you, you can talk.” Emi yelled back.

Bakugou kicked the door. “If you brats don’t let me out I’m going to make sure you pass out at the next training!”

“Coach Bakugou, we had a grown up talk with the girls, now you have to do the same with Miss Stick Up Her Ass.”

“I don’t h-have to do anything! Kenji, I will-“

“You can get out after you two stop being meanies!” They heard the kids walk away from the shed.

Uraraka put her hands to her face and fell to her knees. As if the feud had any chance of being resolved in this time and space. She had seen and heard enough of him and the guy himself was probably too riled up to even have a trivial conversation with about the weather. If the kids really stuck to their word, they might as well make themselves comfy for staying overnight.

Bakugou kicked over a pilon and let out the most raged filled groan she had ever heard from him.

“Good fucking job on keep your kids in check. See, next time you overshare with people that are half your age, try to keep my name out of your mouth.”

Bakugou really knew how to make a bad situation worse, choosing the worst time to get under her skin. She had promised herself not to lash out again but he was making it extremely hard not to deck him to the ground right there and then. Uraraka simply bit her tongue.

“This sure is something only you would be able to cause. So typical.” Bakugou continued.

“Don’t act like you know me.” Uraraka let a small portion of her anger out but the intensity in her voice would have sent the biggest man shivers down his spine. She stood up and felt her anger levels rising along with her. Not being able to control the amount of anger she let out she raised her voice. “Don’t act like you know me, because you don’t know me at all. Your smug ass has no cl-“

“Let me tell you something, you act like you know everything about me, but you don’t! You just think you do.” He snapped back at her.

Uraraka shook her head, trying to get her head around what came out of his mouth. A quick thoughts of self-awareness and guilt shot through her mind, leaving her at a loss of words.

She diverted her eyes away from him. “That’s not…I”

“You just see what you want to see. I know exactly what you think of me. You think I’m some lazy goof who’s just here to pass. But I actually happen to tolerate these kids, I might even go as far to say that I like them and I think it’s fucking fun exercising with them. I’m learning a shitload from them and the fact that they somehow tolerate me too, makes me even more motivated to learn more. You act like you’re the only one on this god forsaken planet that cares about those kids and learning from them. Well, guess what princess…”

“Bakugou, I didn’t…” Uraraka didn’t have a single thing she could follow up with. Though what he said was genuine and reasonable, every fiber in her being wanted to stay angry at him. She wanted to curse at him, scream at him, something! But it refused to come out. Bakugou seemed to have noticed her tied up feelings, he looked like he was going to take his advantage as she was blown away by his words. Instead he was actually looking for words himself, hesitantly opening and closing his mouth.

“Ha? You didn’t what? Know that about me? Like I said, you see what you want to see.” He eventually decided to say. Part of his confidence had left his voice. “Just like you refuse to see that I…that I was just fucking with you to get your god damn attention. Fucking hell, how obvious could I have been!”

If Uraraka feelings weren’t tied up before, they definitely were now. She physically felt the knot in her stomach, getting tighter and tighter as she tried to process what Bakugou told her. Teasing her to get her attention? They weren’t 5-year old on a playground anymore? Uraraka though back to every insult and every rude comment she got thrown at her head. Finally being able to make somewhat sense of the situation, she could only feel offended and irked by his childish ways.

“Oh give me a break!” Uraraka sputtered. “Have you ever heard of just being nice? That’s kind of how flirting works you know?”

Bakugou face suddenly turned softer and his skin started to take a rosy shade of pink. “You’re cute when you’re angry though.” He said as if it completely validated his actions.

“Oh, I hate you!” Uraraka yelled at him.

Bakugou closed some distance between them. “Come on, you like me too!”

Uraraka copied him. She wasn’t stubborn but with Bakugou it was necessary to hold her own ground. She put a single finger on his chest and pressed down.

“I don’t, I hate your face, that’s way too handsome for your shitty personality. I hate how good that stupid tracksuit looks on you. I hate your smile when you make the children laugh at your stupid jokes that I totally haven’t found funny or laughed at, not even once, no. I hate how you’re smart, I hate how you’re actually earnest, interesting, passionate and motivated. I. Hate You!” Uraraka managed to say with a single breathe.

Bakugou smirked.

“You like me.” He took her finger of his chest and held on to it.

“I hate that I do.” Uraraka sighed.

“Can we stop yelling so I can kiss you already?”

“Do it before I hate you even more.”

It didn’t seem like she had to tell him twice. As he grabbed her face with both hands he pushed her against the racks, causing equipment to fall at their feet. A very fast paced kiss, with teeth clashing and no room to breathe. Desperation coming to the surface as their hands started to roam. Her hands went up his jacket and tugged at his shirt. His short nails digging in her jawline and neck. As if they could rip each other to shreds. Uraraka was the first to pull back, gasping for air. Their breathing falling in sync as they stared into each other’s eyes, like lions ready to bite into their prey.

“Miss?”

Uraraka pushed Bakugou an arms length away, almost causing him to trip over a pilon. Big eyes looked into the shed through a small creek.

“Let me through! Miss Uraraka, are you alright?” Keiko’s mother waded through the sea of children and opened the shed door wider. Confused she looked back and forth between the two red faced coaches.

“Miss Nakahara! I..uh. First of all, I-I’m sorry for, uh…” Uraraka put her hands over her mouth, her thumbs cleaning off the saliva left at the corners of her mouth.

The mother squinted into the darkness.

“Are you two…” she slowly started her sentence.

“No.” Uraraka cut her off.

Nakahara looked at Bakugou and frowned.

“I thought you two disliked each other. I didn’t think-“

“I hate him.” Uraraka blurted out.

She walked towards Nakahara and bowed. “Now if you excuse me.” She awkwardly smiled at the children, that for the first time ever were completely silent. Uraraka speed walked towards Field B and to get her bag and rush home from what might have been the most embarrassing moment in her whole life. She didn’t have a foot on the field yet or she felt a hand holding on to her wrist. She recognized the firm grip and stopped herself from turning around.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“What?! What makes you think I want to go out with you?”

She heard him laugh. “Because you like me.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you hate that you do.”

He let go of her wrist and walked away from her.

“See you tomorrow.”

“You won’t.”

Yet there she stood, the next evening, 15 minutes early, in front of the campus entrance, waiting on him to come and take her out.

Writers note: So are you tired of the “Bakugou teasing someone as a way of flirting” trope yet? BECAUSE I SURE AM NOT.

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didiletyouknooow · 6 years

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Chapter 1: California Dreamin'

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Six months later....

Zooey stood in front of the university and watched the students went by entering or leaving the building. So this was it. This was her first quarter at uni. It went by so fast. Now she already had her first exams at the end of December and had finally some time off. Not much, but at least a few weeks. She was checking her phone while a female voice was yelling her name.

"Zooey!" she heard from far away. It was Olivia. The black haired girl whom she met at her first day of uni. They set next to each other in their very first lecture and Olivia asked her if she could lend her a pen. Zooey could. Now they were friends and saw each other nearly every day. "Jesus, I'm sweating like a pig, let's get out of this fucking Californian sun" Olivia moaned.

She had such a pale skin and hated the sun. Zooey was the opposite. She loved the beach and loved sunbathing, so she obviously was at the right coast. Although her skin was pale too she tried to go to the beach in every free minute she had. This was the positive side of studying in Santa Barbara: the beach wasn't that far away from the campus. Zooey loved to spend some hours there, no matter if with friends or on her own. She just loved the ocean. And she started liking California more and more. Studying in California meant sun for almost 12 months a year so this was definitely a good place for her. Moving from the Northwest to Southwest was a hell of a climate change – but Zooey loved it.

"Why are you looking so mad my love?" Olivia said with a highly voice while the girls were chilling among the shades. "Yesterday I opened up Myspace at night" Zooey started telling her friend. Myspace was THE social media tool for Zooey and her friends. Everyone was using it. And everyone was loving it. Especially the fact that every account had an own profile song was the best feature ever for Zooey. "Oh well, this is usually always a bad decision to open Myspace at night" Olivia laughed. "I know..." Zooey sighed. "What happened?"

"Well....as usual I stalked Eric's Myspace profile. Usually he's not very active. He barely changes his profile pic or even his profile song. It's still this New Found Glory song he already had six months ago."

"Ugh, boring" "Yeah....whatever....yesterday night he did change a thing on his profile" "What did he change?"

Zooey hesitated but she couldn't keep it for herself. She HAD to tell it someone. And Olivia was her new best friends since she moved to Santa Barbara, so she had to tell her.

"He changed his profile pic....now there is a girl in his pic...." "What???? Do you want to say he has....he has a new chic?" "Maybe, I don't know. At least it looks like that" "Ugh, honey, please stop thinking about this twat! He never deserved you" "Well, we were quite happy....at least until..." "Until he broke up with you right after you moved to California, yes I know this story so well. You told me about it for like....hundred times? You were so heartbroken. And now that he seems to have a new chic, you still care? Please, stop caring. He isn't worth it. We're going to college now, we're here to have fun, aren't we?" Olivia grinned. "Yeah, but....it's not that easy Olivia" "But give it a try" "Hmmm...." "Okay, show me" Olivia told her friend. "Show me this new chic"

So they went to the computers room where Zooey logged into Myspace and showed Olivia Eric's probably new girlfriend. "Okay, she's a boring east coast girl. Looks okay, but not very pretty or remarkable at all" "Well, if he's happy with her...." Zooey sighed.

She had to think about the day when Eric suddenly called it quits. It was totally unexpected for her. One day prior they even talked on the phone and she asked him when he would come over to Cali to visit her. They agreed that he would take a flight two weeks later right before his first classes would start. And then, just one day later, he called her again, just to tell her that it's over. He couldn't do that. He couldn't live in a long distance relationship. It's not what he wanted in life. And anyway, he wanted to focus on his studies without thinking of a girlfriend miles away. Zooey was shocked. She never heard such words out of his mouth. He always seemed so careful and sensitive. But this time he wasn't. Maybe he changed during the first weeks in Boston. She didn't know. All she knew was that it hurt. It hurt her so much. She couldn't even cry. Imagining living her life without Eric was the worst nightmare she had. Who would reason with her when she was feeling down? Who would be there when her family was a mess again? Who would support her studying film and media if even her family didn't supported it since it was "nonsense" for them? No one. From now on she was all by herself. Just like Celine Dion sang in her song.

Zooey cried for three days afterwards. It took her five more days until she finally left her room again. Then she got drunk, kissed a total stranger at a campus party just to realize that Eric was probably the best kisser she ever met. But she didn't want to feel sad for her whole life. Olivia was the one who supported her. They watched movies, cooked and went to every college party on their campus. Although Zooey wasn't in the mood to meet new guys, she was approached a few times. Of course it felt good and made her a little bit more self confident. But at the end of the night she was still lying in her bed, all by herself, crying herself to sleep. That's what the first weeks after her break up were like. The only good thing about it was that she didn't have to see Eric since he was living in Boston.

The quarter semester went by and Zooey tried to live her life as good as she could. She had many phone calls with her sister Madison who was four years older and already doing her masters degree at NYU. She listened to her heartbroken sister and tried to cheer her up. Madison also had a high school boyfriend with whom she broke up after her first year of college. But the difference here was that her sister decided to break up. In Zooey's case, she was the one who was dumped. She didn't want to leave Eric. She never ever thought about it before. He was the one who ended their relationship. He decided how her life should be like in the next months. Of course she didn't really think they would live their happily ever after – how could she be sure about that at the age of 18? - but she definitely thought they could move in together when he would move to California for his master in three years. Of course, three years are a very long time, especially when you've just graduated from school....but Zooey believed in them. She believed that their puppy love was true love.

"But believe me honey, you will find someone again who will love you the way you love this person" "I hope you're right....at the moment I don't believe those words" "Well, maybe you should stay single for a few more months. I mean, look at how great it is being single?" Olivia grinned and pointed at herself. "You can go to every party you want, you can leave the party whenever you want and with whomever you want....it's just fabulous!" "Maybe you're right..." Zooey sighed. "So, now that our first quarter is over. What are we going to do with our break?" Olivia changed the topic. "It's your birthday on Saturday!" "Well, before my break starts, I have a job to do" Zooey reminded her of the semester closing parties this weekend where Zooey had to work at the bar she was working at every weekend. "When do you have to work? On Saturday?" "No....but Friday until night" "Hm....whatever we'll be there and touching our glasses at midnight!"

"Really? Do you want to come?"

"Of course....I ask Noah if he joins me and we'll be there"

Noah was the third person in their exclusive group. They met him in a history seminar and fell in love with his huge knowledge about everything that happened in the past.

"He'll definitely be there" Olivia assured her friend. "Are you working at the bar?" she asked. "I don't know yet. I only know that there are three bands playing" "Okay, so at least there is music. There could be jobs much worse" Olivia laughed. "Are there any famous bands playing?" "Not really. The first band is a local school band, the second is a band from England. But I've never heard of them before. And as the headliner there is a local band from LA, but don't ask me who it is....I don't know any of them" "Well maybe they're hot" Olivia joked. "Who knows" Zooey grinned. "I guess Noah and I will be there on Friday. Are you allowed to drink while working?" "Of course I am" Zooey laughed. "I mean, I'm working at a bar. No one even cares if I'm 21 or not....so....of course I can drink". "Great, then we'll have a date!"

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“Love Me Do” -Part 2 h.s. a.u.

Part 1

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Your first day on the job, Harry felt as though he was doing nothing but babysitting. It was almost as if everything you did, he had to walk behind you, both hands out as if directing a toddler taking her first steps, to only quickly undo whatever it was you had done.

He also quickly learned that you had zero concept of what any sort of alcohol was.

“What? Wha – no Y/N – I said the brandy. That’s vodka. How – never mind just grab the bottle with the darker liquid and the red seal.” Harry ran his hands through his hair as he watched you reach up on your tiptoes to reach a bottle. He suddenly had this vision of you falling and all the bottles breaking so he quickly ran up behind you and reached around you to grab the brandy bottle.

You stiffened at his touch, his warm and large hand coming to rest on the exposed expanse of skin on your hip as your shirt rode up.

“How do you not know anything about alcohol? You’re like, drinking age and in uni,” Harry chuckled, bopping your nose. The simple gesture weighed heavy on you, considering it was nothing more than a friendly gesture, and not something you would do for someone you fancied.

Again, you wanted to hit yourself for building up one simple touch in your head. Instead, you clutched the bottle close to your chest and gave him a hesitant smile. “My parents never drank. I’ve been doing homework all of my college life. And I live with two party girls who need to be constantly cared for.”

“You should let loose every once in a while,” Harry shrugged as he watched you attempt to open the bottle. He gently took it from your hands and opened it for you as he walked out from behind the bar to open it.

“I let loose when directing,” you called after him, “Through those I direct.”

Harry simply smirked before shaking his head. “Then what kind of life will you be living if you’re only living through others?”

“Oh God,” you groaned, “You’re such an actor. That was grossly cheesy. You should be ashamed.”

Harry laughed, “I guess it’s not something I can easily turn off.”

You went to say something else when the door opened and a blonde boy burst through. “I’m here!” he called before his eyes landed on you, “And you’re behind the bar!”

“Calm down Niall,” Harry rolled his eyes as he stacked the trays on the bar and handed Niall a beer. “She works here now.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said hesitantly.

“You’re that sad girl that always eats all the pretzels,” Niall nodded, “I remember ya.”

“I’m the who?” you asked, turning and looking to Harry who just put his hands up in defense.

“In our defense, you do always look rather sad,” he noted, “And Niall has no filter.”

“It’s nice to meet you Niall,” you grumbled before going back to cleaning out the glasses. The bell rang over the door again and Bea strut into the bar with a big smile on her face.

“Y/N! Babe!” she cried, “Look at you! Your first job not in a film store!”

You couldn’t help but blush a bit as you went to place a wine glass on the bar but missed the bar completely, the glass breaking at your feet as you stared at it in shock. Bea bit her lip and her eyes shifted from Niall’s to Harry’s before falling back to you.

“I’ve got it,” Harry chuckled, “Step away love.”

You felt your entire face burning red before you groaned and stepped away to where Bea was sitting and waiting for you.

“So it’s going pretty well, huh?” she asked hesitantly.

“I know nothing about alcohol and that’s the fourth glass I’ve broken,” you whispered.

“You’re doing great then,” Bea patted your shoulder, “And at least it can’t get any worse!”

You groaned and rested your forehead on the bar. “Chin up Y/N!” Harry called, “People are on their way!”

You watched the black silhouettes before they opened the door and actual real people walked in. The worried look on your face was noticeable to Harry and everyone else, but Harry quickly put you to ease.

“You’re only passing out beers,” Harry handed you four beers nestled between his fingers as you attempted to take the bottles in your significantly smaller hands. “And you can pour shots. I’ve watched you attempt to now five or six times. You’ll get the hang of it.”

He patted your shoulder before giving you a wink and going over to the ever-growing crowd of people. And the nice passed much like that – Harry was able to serve all the fancy drinks as you handed out beer after beer and did all the mathematics for each order. You handled all the tabs, and you rung everyone out. Harry watched you try to keep yourself busy, attempting to seem confident and in control of the situation. Your hair slowly started falling strand by strand from the ponytail it had once been placed in, and by the end of the night your face was flushed and your chest was slightly glistening with sweat.

“You did good tonight kid,” Harry offered his hand and you took it hesitantly before nearly dropping another empty glass, in which Harry quickly caught.

“I’ll get better; I promise,” you said earnestly. “I’ll research alcohol and –”

Harry laughed, “You don’t have to research anything,” he gave you a half-hug before grabbing a rag and tossing it to you. “Why don’t you wipe down the tables? Then you’ll be done for the night.”

You nodded and got to work. The rest of the work kind of worked out like this as well. You slowly got a bit more educated on how to make certain simple drinks, and continued to clean and hand out beers. Harry designated a stool in the back corner behind the bar for you to study and write when the bar was having a slow night.

The rhythm slowly set into place, and you started to feel a bit more comfortable around Harry. The more time you spent with him, the more at ease you would be whenever he looked directly at you, or his arm brushed up against yours behind the bar. You stopped letting his little comments like “kid” bother you, and just tried to do your job while getting your part of the script and planning done.

It was a Thursday when you jogged into the empty bar and slammed the binder down on the bar that Harry was wiping down.

“I was cleaning that,” Harry smirked but could see you were far too excited to care whatsoever.

“Here you go Mr. Styles,” you said proudly, “Your script.”

Harry picked it up and thumbed through it as he sighed. “Okay well, I see you’ll be using my bar as a set.”

“It’s not your bar, but considering I never see who actually runs this place –”

“He hates people.”

“- then I figured we could use it! Also, budget cuts,” you shrugged.

“So it’s a romcom,” Harry smiled.

“You’re a moody bartender, which shouldn’t be that hard for you,” you said gesturing dramatically to Harry, “And you’re in love with the florist across the street.”

“Across the street is an old abandoned bakery,” Harry looked out the window. “And you’re planning to turn it into flower shop?”

“Just for two days,” you nodded, “We’ll shoot everything in the store in two days so we can minimize the time we’re renting that place out. Also, I’m going to need to work a couple more hours so that we can rent that place out.”

“Isn’t your friend helping at all? Tad?”

“He’s doing what he can but his main job was to write the script. I edited it and changed some things after our talk and stuff, but he laid the groundwork.”

“Wait,” Harry narrowed his eyes, “You’re basically doing all the work.”

“No I’m not!” you gasped defensively.

“Yes you are!” Harry laughed, “You’re actually writing the script after Tad gave you what? 10 words?”

“That’s not how it went,” you rolled your eyes, “Just take the part and be grateful.”

“My name is Cooper,” Harry winced.

“What’s wrong with Cooper?!” you laughed.

“Basic,” Harry shrugged. You kneeled on the stool to reach over the bar and push Harry’s shoulder. He just laughed and continued to thumb through the script as you looked over his shoulder.

“I look forward to working with you then.” Harry looked up as you wobbled slightly and Harry grasped both your arms to steady you. Your faces were impossibly close, and you instantly hated yourself for putting yourself in such a situation.

“Oh fuck off,” you grumbled, climbing down and ducking under the bar to grab your waist apron.

“What?” Harry laughed and leaned against the bar with his arms crossed, “You’re in a mood.”

“I’m not in a mood!” you glared, “I’m just tired, okay? I’m not allowed in my flat tonight because both my roommates are bringing boys home. I’ve been at school all day and was so looking forward to a nap and night’s sleep but can’t anymore because I don’t have a boyfriend – again.”

“Again?”

“Yes, Harry. Again!” you burst.

“Well maybe you’ll meet someone tonight and can go home with him,” Harry shrugged, “That could be fun.

“I’m not getting my hopes up,” you grumbled, tossing your rucksack into the back before pulling your hair up. “But thanks for the pep talk; really appreciated it.”

You tried not to allow this rotten mood muffle your need to work as a peppy and happy person. And it was a good thing you decided this early on, because it wasn’t long before a large bridal party made their way into the bar.

“Hi!” one of the bridesmaids smiled as Harry greeted them with congratulatory shots on the house. “We have a game going on tonight and we get five points if we kiss a bartender,” she said flirtatiously, taking her shot as Harry looked on smugly.

Instantly your heart burst into jealous flames. Harry wasn’t yours; Harry was far from yours. But you still felt you laid some claim to him because of your hopeful heart. You could get more comfortable and allow yourself to relax around Harry all you wanted, but that still didn’t mean that your heart skipped a beat whenever you looked over at him. And seeing him now with these bartenders fawning over him surely gave you the jealousy you’d been trying to shove deep down since you’d started working here.

“And you have a girl bartender!” one of the already drunk bridesmaids said. “That’s perfect for Ryan! RYAN!”

The bridge and a handsome guy pushed their way through the crowd of ladies in pink sashes. You almost wanted to laugh at the “Man of Honor” sash Ryan was boasting on his strong chest.

“Just my luck then Lady Bartender,” Ryan gave an awkward bow as the girls all giggled and clapped.

“Yeah Lady Bartender,” Harry turned and smirked at you, “Just his luck.”

The night proceeded quite louder than you’d anticipated, and you retreated a bit to ringing up tabs and cleaning glasses as they were needed. You couldn’t stand looking at Harry flirting with all the bridesmaids, and you could tell he was milking this whole, “Which one of you should I kiss?” thing. You wouldn’t be surprised if he kissed them all on their way out the door.

“Excuse me?” You turned to see Ryan taking a seat at the stool opposite you and he smiled as you gasped and dropped another glass out of shock. Ryan winced at the sound of broken glass but it didn’t even phase Harry as he barely had to look for the broom before tossing it to you.

“I’m so sorry if I startled you,” Ryan bit his lip and your insides almost exploded. A boy was talking to you.

“I’m just a jumpy person in nature,” you sighed, “Harry keeps tabs of the glasses I break and makes me put money in a jar every time I do so.” You stepped aside for Ryan to see the half-filled jar of bills and cents you’d sacrificed in the past couple of weeks.

“You don’t strike me as someone here by choice,” Ryan chuckled, “You’re the quietest bartender I’ve ever met.”

“Keep tabs on bartenders, huh?” you joked. Ryan merely smiled.

“Just that you’re a lot less …” Ryan looked to Harry as he was leaning over the bar and talking rather closely with one of the bridesmaids. “… involved … than any other bartender I’ve met.”

Your eyes remained on Harry for a little too long before clearing your throat and turning back to Ryan. “Well, if I’m being honest I’m only here because I needed a job and a place to work with free wifi and Harry offered it.”

“Are you two a thing?” Ryan asked, taking a swig of his whiskey and gesturing to Harry.

“Oh God no,” you shook your head, “We’re from very different worlds, Harry and I. He would never go for someone like me and I would never waste my time chasing after someone like him.”

It wasn’t that Harry was listening in on your conversation, but considering you’d broken a glass and then he’d noticed you were talking to Ryan, he had perked up his ears a bit to hear where the conversation was leading. He frowned at this statement, looking over to see Ryan was still smiling and saying something to you that made you blush.

You were from different worlds? Harry knew people didn’t always have the most respect for struggling actors, but did you really think that differently or highly of yourself that you saw a difference? No, because you said he would never go for someone like you. Did that mean you thought you weren’t good enough?

Harry regarded you for a moment, watching the way you curled your one foot over the other as you laughed and leaned against the bar. You had a nice figure, but not a figure that would stop anyone in their tracks or make someone look twice. Your hair and makeup was always done nicely, you had a nice sense of style … but maybe it was just your mix of either too shy or too bored that turned people off. But you were sweet, Harry knew that now, and he wouldn’t say he had feelings for you in any romantic sense, but he cared for you and had gotten to know you well enough that he wanted whatever was best for you.

Regardless, the comment stuck in his head as he continued to serve people the rest of the night. He dodged bridesmaids left and right, and whenever he looked over to you, you would be tending to someone while Ryan still kept close. He was rooting for you, and hoped he didn’t see you at the end of the night.

“So you want to direct,” Ryan nodded, “That sounds like quite a busy job.”

“I’ve always loved movies but never enjoyed being in front of a camera,” you shrugged, “This seemed like the best bet. I don’t want to produce; I want to be where the action is.”

“You sound very determined,” Ryan raised his glass to you, “I commend your attitude.”

You blushed, “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Ryan!” the bride-to-be came flying in towards the two of you and grasped his arm. “Come on! We have to get going if we’re going to get to the last bar on our list. We’ve already been here for way too long!”

“I guess that’s my queue to leave,” Ryan sighed as the ladies all bustled out. You caught sight of Harry and a bridesmaid making out near the door of the bar, and you were reminded that Ryan needed a kiss from a bartender in order to gain points for whatever game they were playing.

You turned to see Ryan paying off the tab before handing you the pen and smiling, “It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” he smiled, “Thanks for keeping me company.”

“Of course,” you breathed as your heart sunk and fingers itched to cover your face upon realizing you weren’t going to be kissed. Harry watched after ushering the clingy bridesmaid away as Ryan turned away and your face fell. You took care of their tab, crunching numbers in the machine before sighing and going back to refilling shots and handing out beers.

The night quickly ended after that and you’d been mostly silent the entire time. Harry had let you have your space, seeing you were really far in your head, but as the bar closed and you started cleaning tables, Harry could tell you were distraught.

Grabbing one of the trays Harry had used to carry multiple beers out to whoever was sitting at the table, you gripped it harshly before feeling the sudden urge to slam it down onto the table. You did so, and cried out in anger as you kicked a chair away and threw your towel onto the table as well.

Harry watched your outburst with wide eyes, never seeing you so angry or filled with any sort of emotion before. “Y/N …”

“Not now Harry!” you yelled as hot, angry tears started falling down your cheeks. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot. Obviously we weren’t he only bar they were going to tonight. I’m sure there were way hotter bartenders wherever they were going. Jesus fucking Christ!”

You kicked another chair and Harry just let it happen, seeing you needed this far more than you cared to admit. “And here I was again, just the fucking place holder so he didn’t have to go out onto the dance floor with those thirsty bridesmaids!” you cried. Harry leaned against the bar and watched as you paced angrily, running your hands through your hair.

“Fucking hell!” you yelled, “I’m always the fucking safe option – never the exciting flirtatious option guys are interested in. I’m the girl they’ll know they have use to kill the time because I always fucking want something to happen and I’m so fucking goddamn lonely and desperate that they know they can come to me and I’ll listen. I’ll listen like a fucking psychiatrist because I hope so desperately that they’ll want me by the end of it and they never FUCKING DO!”

You were screaming now, your face red with anger and you were breathing heavily as you looked over to see Harry was making a drink.

“Are you fucking making another drink right now?” you cried, “Does this amuse you so much that you have to settle in and get a drink?”

“Oh no love, this is for you,” Harry slid the drink towards you and you eyed it wearily.

“I don’t dri –”

“Just try it,” Harry sighed, “Consider this your alcohol education.”

You sat down across from Harry and slumped a bit, taking the drink in your hand and sipping it suspiciously. The tangy citrus flavor filled your mouth and you hummed in approval. “This is good; what is it?”

“It’s a screwdriver,” Harry chuckled, “Orange juice and vodka.”

“I like orange juice,” you nodded.

“I figured you might,” Harry merely regarded you as you drank the rest of it and tapped the glass when you were done. “I’ll take another please.”

“That’ll cost ya,” Harry joked, but laughed even harder when you grabbed the jar of bills you’d stashed in the ‘Broken Glass Fund’ jar.

“At this point, you could poison me and I’d be okay with it,” you grumbled.

“I didn’t know you felt this lonely,” Harry said softly as you clutched your third screwdriver in your hands.

“It’s always been this way,” you shrugged, “Just a part of me, I guess. Never been in a relationship.”

“Never?” Harry raised his eyebrows as you polished off your third drink.

“Can you make me something else fruity please?” you asked, handing him back the glass. Under normal circumstances, Harry wouldn’t have given you another drink as you were definitely starting to get tipsy, but considering he figured you might just need to hang loose a bit, he mixed you up a Greyhound instead.

“I hope you like grapefruit juice,” he sighed, handing you back the new drink.

“I like it now,” you nodded.

“So if you’ve never been in a relationship, then does that mean –”

“I’m a virgin?” you asked bluntly, “That’s always the first question asked.”

“I was going to ask if that meant you’d never been kissed,” Harry smirked and brushed some hair from your forehead. “But that was definitely my next question.”

“Donny Telman kissed me in grade four, so I was an early bloomer there,” you sighed, “I’ve never really had a good kiss though, you know? Like I’ve never made out fully with anyone. Still kinda confused what to do with my tongue I guess?” you waggled your tongue around and Harry laughed, looking up at you from where he was leaning with his forearms on the bar and hands keeping his chin up.

“There isn’t really much of a rulebook,” Harry chuckled, “So you’re asking all the right questions those of us more experienced still ask.”

“I’m sure you kiss lots of girls,” you nodded. Your body felt warm, and the outline of Harry’s body was soft. In your eyes, he almost seemed to be radiating light, and so you groaned at the thought of Harry being anymore angelic than you already considered him to be.

“Can I try rum again?” you sighed, handing him back your now empty glass. You watched Harry’s back muscles work as he sifted through bottles and found what he was looking for before mixing your drink.

“Rum and orange,” he said, handing it to you. “Go nuts.”

“I have had sex though,” you nodded. Harry noticed your words were starting to slur and his dream of seeing you drunk ever since he’d met you was slowly starting to come true. You were far funnier than he ever could have imagined.

“Good for you, love,” he nodded.

“Probably not as much as you,” you booped his nose, “God I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Bop my nose like I’m some sort of puppy,” you gagged. “Makes me feel like your younger sister and I hate that.”

“I’ll stop doing it then.”

“No, please don’t,” you shook your head, “I say I hate it, and I’ll pretend to be annoyed by a lot of things you do, but in reality it’s because I just sometimes in my head get like, these thoughts about you, ya know? Like, I’m like ‘oh if this was a romcom then I’d totally be like the it-girl right now and you’d totally be into me.’ But this isn’t a romcom and the fact that I seem to be one of the only people who you touch my nose then that means there’s hope for us to be friends.”

Harry was a bit touched at this, and he realized you were far more observant than he took you for. You noticed the little things, and to him, those were sometimes the most important things in life.

“I think it would be funny if we wrote a scene into the movie of the flower girl getting drunk in your bar and you taking care of her,” you nodded, “I’ve always wanted to be drunk with someone taking care of me.”

“You can totally write that in if you’d like,” Harry nodded.

“Millie wants the role,” you admitted, “But I really don’t want her to because you two like, hooked up and stuff and now we’re working together and hopefully friends so it would be weird.”

“We’re friends, Y/N,” Harry nodded, “You can call me your friend.”

“But we’re so not similar,” you shook your head viciously and almost fell out of your stool. “You’re so much better than me Harry Styles. You’re so attractive and people flock to you and people like you. I could stand front and center of this bar in nothing but my underwear and a bra and guys still wouldn’t notice me.”

Your comment from earlier about the two of you never working out once again stuck in Harry’s mind. “Do you think so little of yourself that someone ‘like me’ would never go for you?”

You were quiet as you stirred the straw in your drink and shrugged, “Well, it’s been many years and I’ve been around many guys and the only guys who have ever expressed interest are the ones who write creepy poems for me or don’t shower regularly and I remind them of their mums.”

Harry chuckled at his as you asked for another drink but he shook his head. “I think you’ve had enough for tonight, love.”

“I think I like drinking now,” you nodded, “I’ll have to come back to this bar sometime.”

“You have to come back considering you work here,” Harry reminded you. “Now, you can’t go back to your flat, right?”

“My roommates are fucking,” you nodded, “I mean, wait.” You furrowed your eyebrows and tapped your lip thoughtfully as Harry grabbed his coat and then yours. “They’re not fucking each other. But like –”

“Yeah Y/N I get it,” Harry mumbled as he helped you put on your coat. “Come on then; you can crash at mine.”

“You have a place you live!” you gasped, “I figured you just slept here!”

Harry chuckled as he helped you off the stool and pulled you in close to help you walk towards the door without stumbling too much. So close to Harry and tucked right under his arm, you turned and pressed your nose against his side. He smelled like old bourbon and a refreshing mint and wood combination that instantly had you dizzy.

“You smell so good,” you mumbled, your face smushed up against his body as he chuckled and hailed a cab. He helped you into the vehicle and you sighed, looking out the window. You were far more confident when under the influence, and so Harry was quite surprised when you nestled your head in his lap and let out a long sigh.

“This is a very romcom situation we’re in,” you said softly with a yawn, “Usually this is the beginning of a ‘he said-she said’ situation. But we’re not in a romcom and you’re really pretty and I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

Harry let his fingers softly run through your hair as you fell asleep in the back of the cab. He carried you up to his flat once you arrived, and as you blinked back awake, you were lying in an unfamiliar bed as Harry walked towards you with water.

“Drink up,” he said, “You’ll thank me in the morning when you have your first hangover.”

“I have class at nine,” you grumbled, a bit more sober than previously as Harry tossed you some boxers and a shirt. “Oh no,” you shook your head, “I can’t wear your clothes.”

“Why not? You’re wearing jeans. That won’t be comfortable,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows and filled your water glass again to get you to drink more.

“If I wear your clothes then I’ll be surrounded by you all night and that’s basically you asking me to fall in love with you,” you said honestly, “I’ve never worn a man’s clothes and I really don’t think I’ll be able to separate these feelings.”

Harry sat down next to you and sighed, feeling a bit sadder than he originally had. He wanted to care for you, and his mum had always raised him to care the right way, but he also didn’t want to put you in a self-torturous situation that you knew you would be in.

So instead, Harry nodded and took his clothes back. “Well, if you get uncomfortable, please feel free to change. And I promise I’ll set you straight in the morning if you come onto me.”

You blushed at this, shrugging off your jacket and tossing it to the side. “I’m guessing you’re going to give me your bed and then you take the couch like a gentleman?”

“That is how my mum told me to go through life,” Harry nodded, “Do you have a problem with that?”

You groaned and pulled yourself off the bed, grabbing at the pillows and smelling each one. “What are you doing?” Harry laughed, standing there with the water pitcher and just letting this all happen.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” you nodded, “You have to be an asshole, okay? Or else I will start concocting scenarios in my mind of the two of us together because you’re being chivalrous.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to blush as he thought of the thought of you thinking about the two of them. It warmed his heart a bit to think that you had at least at one point thought about this, but were now actively trying to push it out of your head.

“Still haven’t explained why you’re smelling the pillows,” he mentioned.

“Trying to find one that doesn’t smell like you,” you said honestly, finally finding one that was farther in the back. “This one smells more like IKEA for sure.” Harry followed you as you marched down the stairs and fluffed the pillow, plopping down on the couch and curling up. He placed a blanket over you and you caught his wrist as he left the glass of water on the table in front of him.

“You have to wake me at 8am,” you said, “I have class at nine and I can’t miss it.”

“I’ll make sure you’re reading for school,” Harry nodded, “Now go to sleep. And don’t vomit on my couch.”

You were asleep before Harry even left you, and he smirked at the thought of how easily you’d actually held your liquor until you’re gone for the rum. He was kind of proud of you, in a way, because you could have continued to sulk over the whole Ryan thing, but instead you’d allowed yourself to let go.

He watched you snuggle in a bit farther under the blankets as he cleared some dishes from the kitchen in search of some Tylenol for you to take in the morning. Setting the pills next to the glass of water, Harry hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips to your forehead. Even though you’d told him how easily it was for you to fall for someone and you wanted to separate any potential means of you falling for him, Harry still hoped this forehead kiss gave you some good dreams.

Because you deserved them, he thought, as he made his way up to bed and felt his body dragging from a long day. He set his alarm to get you up in the morning, and smiled at the thought of you having a good night’s sleep with whatever Prince Charming you were hoping for one day taking care of you in your dreams.

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Sorry for the delay but I hope this makes up for it! Let me know if you’re interested in this story going further because I have some of the next parts written a bit! Thanks for all the love and support! Happy holidays !!!!!!

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a flair for the dramatic

pairing: wonhui genre: angst + fluff, enemies to lovers!au + uni!au warnings: alcohol, drunk kissing a/n: to my mobile readers, i recommend reading this on your browser or on ao3 so that the app doesn’t crash on you while you’re reading! words: 6300 summary: wonwoo completely and absolutely hates wen junhui. and nobody in the drama club can convince him otherwise.

or, wonwoo’s and idiot and junhui is too kind for his own good.

"So remind me why you hate him so much?" Jeonghan asks as he spears a piece of lettuce with his fork, frowning with disdain down at the salad Minghao had prepared for him. "Junhui is literally the nicest person to ever exist. Like, nicer than Jisoo even."

Wonwoo looks up from his book, then takes a bite out of his sandwich, pointedly ignoring the older man as he continues with his lunch. Though quite honestly, just the mere mention of Junhui's name is quickly making Wonwoo lose his appetite. Jeonghan notices the way he hesitates to take another bite of his sandwich then smirks a little evilly as Wonwoo sets it down on a napkin in front of him.

If Jeonghan is going to hate his lunch, then Wonwoo will too.

Wonwoo goes back to reading and does his best to ignore the weird twisting knots in his stomach as it strangely gurgles and rumbles loudly. He only looks up again when Jeonghan offers him the majority of his salad, eyes set on Wonwoo's sandwich. Wonwoo takes it, pushing his sandwich forward and then they begin eating again, the light salad making it easy for Wonwoo to continue his lunch.

"Tell me why you hate Jun so much," Jeonghan pipes up seemingly out of the blue, his eyes set on Wonwoo to not miss a single movement.

"Eat your food," Wonwoo says instead, lifting another forkful of the lovingly made salad Minghao had prepared for his idiot, long-haired boyfriend sat across from him. "I don't know why you won't eat this by the way. Minghao is a genius in the kitchen and even a simple salad tastes like something you'd find in a restaurant. You're insulting his art by not eating the lunches he makes you."

Jeonghan scoffs and flicks his fingers at Wonwoo’s wrist, smiling wide because he knows full well that Wonwoo’s wrists easily bruise. “Don’t change the subject. We're talking about you and Junhui right now, or the lack of you and Junhui I should say.”

Wonwoo sighs and ducks his head, biting into the salad slowly now. “Why do you always ask me about him when I’m trying to relax? I have an exam in like an hour and you’re here, being a dick to me.”

“I just don't understand why you claim to hate Junhui so much!” Jeonghan whines, propping his head upon his hand as he stares unamusedly at Wonwoo. “Junhui is super nice, super cute and I bet you're just super jealous because he dated Mingyu first.”

“Mingyu and I broke up two years ago, get over it,” Wonwoo mumbles. “I hate him because he’s a self-pretentious prick, always acting like he's better than everyone just because he's a child actor. I bet he wasn't even that good in the roles he played!”

Jeonghan tsks at him, taking another bite of Wonwoo’s sandwich before he speaks again. “He wouldn't have gotten any of those roles if he wasn't good. If you haven't even seen one of his movies, then shut up about his acting. Just because you’re used to being the lead role in school plays doesn't mean you shit on someone who you've never even given a chance to.”

Wonwoo remains silent, quietly fuming as he ponders over when exactly Jeonghan betrayed him and took Junhui's side.

(Though if Wonwoo’s honest with himself, he’s being an asshole to Junhui for something most wouldn't consider as a solid reason.)

Jeonghan takes another bite of the sandwich as he watches Wonwoo and when he speaks again, Wonwoo wishes he hadn’t. “You know, I bet it's not even jealousy about him getting the lead role. I bet it's just you thinking he’s hot but being too bitter about him upstaging you to actually pursue him and now you bemoan his entire existence to anyone who gives you the chance.”

Wonwoo hunches into himself, avoiding Jeonghan’s sharp gaze. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up and get over yourself,” Jeonghan replies immediately. “You’re being a dick to someone who literally cries when a bug is stepped on in front of him. Your complaining about Junhui is getting really annoying."

“And, if I’m going to be really honest with you Wonwoo, Junhui's stage presence exceeds yours by miles,” Jeonghan adds on when Wonwoo hasn’t said anything, smiling again as Wonwoo gapes at him. "Don't give me that look. It's true. Ask the cast, they'll give you essays on why Junhui got the lead role and you didn't."

Wonwoo looks back down at his salad and forces himself to eat the rest of it, sweeping his books back into his bag as he stands. Jeonghan tilts his head up to watch him leave, smiling again when Wonwoo rolls his eyes at him.

"Tomorrow, I'm gonna have lunch with Soonyoung," Wonwoo mumbles as he pushes the bowl and fork Jeonghan's salad had come with back towards his side of the table. "At least he doesn't try to shove Junhui down my throat."

Jeonghan smirks, turning at the waist to watch Wonwoo as he leaves. It's only until Wonwoo has reached the next table that Jeonghan speaks up.

"We both know that you want something of Junhui's down your throat!"

Wonwoo groans and rushes out of the cafeteria, doing his best to ignore the fact that as he rushes past the doors, Junhui is entering. They share a moment of eye contact and then Wonwoo pushes past him, his face flushing red as Junhui stares after him with confusion splashed across his pretty face.

"So, you're coming right?" Soonyoung asks him the next day during the one hour Wonwoo always finds himself at the library.

Wonwoo debates looking up from his laptop but then decides against it when he realizes that he has no energy for whatever Soonyoung is trying to talk him into. So he keeps typing, his eyes starting to water a little and he forcefully dims the brightness of his screen to help appease the irritation of his eyes. Soonyoung is pouting at him from across the table and the only reason Wonwoo knows this is because he's known Soonyoung since they were in diapers and he knows about all of his little quirks and habits by now after twenty-two years.

"Hey, Wonu-ya, please tell me you're coming," Soonyoung tries again when Wonwoo only continues to ignore him. "You're coming to the drama party tonight right?"

"Party?" Wonwoo asks, one brow rising in question. "I didn't hear anything about a party tonight."

"Probably because you never leave that fucking cave of your dorm room, you nerd. Your nose is literally buried in books," Soonyoung scoffs, reaching across the table to shake Wonwoo's arm. "Come on. It'll be fun. Everyone's going to be there. I heard even Namjoon will make an appearance."

Wonwoo frowns at his essay but continues to type. "Won't Junhui be there too? You know I hate him. Why would I want to spend my Friday night looking at his annoying face?"

It takes Wonwoo a full minute to realize that Soonyoung has gone completely silent and once he has, he looks up in concern. For as long as he's known the dancer, Soonyoung has almost never been stunned into silence for such a long period of time and it's pretty disconcerting knowing that he managed to do that to his closest and longest friend.

"Soon?" Wonwoo asks as he peers up into Soonyoung's face.

Soonyoung shakes his head in a small motion, his eyes unblinking as he meets Wonwoo's gaze and if Wonwoo didn't know any better, he'd say that the look in Soonyoung's eyes is disappointment. Soonyoung only shakes his head again, the blankness of his expression disappearing quickly as a frown takes its place.

"Wait, you're still on about that?" Soonyoung asks, his voice strangled.

"On about what?"

"Claiming you hate Junhui, of all people," Soonyoung explains, rolling his eyes in an amazing imitation of Jihoon. "We both know it's impossible to hate that guy. He's like a rainbow personified ー and no, that's not meant as a crack about him being gay, that's completely separate."

Wonwoo doesn't know what else to do except to just nod dumbly, itching to get back to his essay again. Soonyoung's eyes practically bulge out of their sockets and Wonwoo has to fight back the urge to laugh at his best friend and his ridiculous antics.

But Soonyoung isn't done talking and Wonwoo feels like his ears are ringing. "You're just saying you hate him because, deep down, you want to fuck him, aren't you? Yeah, that's gotta be it. I mean, you said the exact same thing about Mingyu and yet I find you and him sucking each other's faces off a mere week later and then you dated for like four months before Jihoon swept in and stole him from you. So don't give me that 'I'm serious' face right now because I know you better than you know yourself and you're just saying all of this because you're in denial. You can't hide shit from me, Jeon."

Wonwoo sighs and lets his head fall into his hands as Soonyoung crosses his arms over his chest and nods his head as if he just solved the toughest case yet and there was nothing left to be said. He's too tired to really argue against anything at the moment and so Wonwoo nods back, grimacing when a triumphant smile lights up Soonyoung's face.

Soonyoung fist pumps the air and Wonwoo pretends that he doesn't know who he is when the other students in the library look at Soonyoung curiously.

Admittedly, the first time Wonwoo and Junhui met hadn't actually been such a grand event.

Junhui was lost and asked Wonwoo for directions towards the theatre building and Wonwoo had smiled politely, took out his other earbud and pointed the handsome man in the right direction.

Other than the fact that he was gorgeous and practically drool-worthy, Wonwoo didn't think anything else about Junhui until he turned to the side and Wonwoo got a glimpse of his designer bag and matching jeans. Just that very morning, Minghao had shown him pictures of those exact same jeans and bag on his phone and sighed in longing, which was the only reason Wonwoo even knew they were designer.

And just as Wonwoo had registered that, other things began to jump out at him too.

Like the way Junhui had his chin tilted up so he was quite literally looking down his nose at Wonwoo. The proud line of his nose making him look haughty and how he didn't even thank Wonwoo for helping him out once he'd spotted the big theatre building.

Wonwoo watched him run off with a strong flash of annoyance flaring up in his chest and he's never let it go since then.

Even when Junhui turned back around after running a few steps ahead and yelled something that Wonwoo couldn't hear because he'd put both of his earbuds back in.

He'd turned his back on Junhui and let the annoyance build into dislike that then festered into the hate he holds for Junhui now.

As soon as Wonwoo returns to his dorm room, Jisoo is waiting to ambush him.

Wonwoo sighs and slowly removes his shoes at the door, throwing his backpack onto his desk chair before he collapses into the sweet, soft cradle of his bed. Jisoo sits with his back straight and arms crossed as he sits on the edge of his own bed across from Wonwoo's and today just really isn't his day.

"There's a drama club party tonight and we're going," is Jisoo's terse greeting.

Wonwoo rolls onto his stomach and buries his face in his sheets, murmuring a muffled groan where Jisoo can still probably hear him. Jisoo's expression only closes off even more and Wonwoo decides that he's only ever going to leave his dorm for classes, the library, and food from now on.

Maybe showers too, but he can live without those for a while. Or a week at least because Jisoo sends him the death glare whenever he leaves dishes or cups around so if he didn't shower for a week, Jisoo would definitely kill him in his sleep then get Jeonghan to help him dispose of the body afterward.

Point is, Jisoo is evil and Wonwoo needs to sleep with one eye open from now on.

"Did you hear me?" Jisoo tries again.

Wonwoo nods into his bedspread then lifts himself up onto his elbows and squints at the elder. "Why are you going? You're not even in the drama club, to begin with."

Jisoo smirks from his perch and raises both of his brows as if in a challenge. "I'm your plus one. So, we're going. You're not gonna keep me from Soonyoung's ridiculous drunk dancing any further."

"I'm saving you the trouble, believe me," Wonwoo mutters with a groan, raising his own brows right back.

"Yeah, but a drunk Soonyoung? I need to film that for blackmail. It's not fair that Jeonghan has literally hours of footage of that. I need my own as well," Jisoo sniffs, falling back onto his bed when Wonwoo laughs and smiles at him. "I'll be there so you won't be totally bored out of your mind. It'll be fun."

Wonwoo's laugh immediately dies as he thinks of who else will be there and Jisoo stands up, making his way over to Wonwoo's side of the room. "What? You only make that face when... Wait, don't tell meー"

"Junhui's going to be there too," Wonwoo whines as he falls back into the mattress, the rest of his groan muffled by the material under him.

Jisoo sighs and pulls on his hair, clicking his tongue when Wonwoo slaps his hand away. "Suck it up, brat. Everyone knows that you only say you hate him 'cause you wanna suck his dick."

Wonwoo sputters, kicking his legs out in the hopes of landing a blow on Jisoo's slender form, but Jisoo is too stupid to remain so close after saying something like that. "Shut up. You don't know anything."

"Listen, the fact of the matter is that you said the exact. Same. Thing before you dated Mingyu. You griped about how his mere existence grated at your life and then you ended up drunk and making out with him. Don't give me that bullshit about you hating Junhui again. It's annoying having to listen to you get so worked up over someone who's literally the nicest person alive. He's nicer than me!" Jisoo yells, stomping over to his desk dramatically as he does. "I seriously have no idea how you can even dislike him in the first place."

"You are not nice," Wonwoo spits out, pushing himself back onto his elbows again to glare at Jisoo. "And he's a stuck-up rich kid. That's why I don't like him."

"I am nice!" Jisoo shouts back, then backtracks as Wonwoo opens his mouth to respond. "Okay, so not all of the time, but I am nice. Ask anyone."

"You're only nice to them because you don't have to share a room with them for three years," Wonwoo points out and then laughs when Jisoo flushes a dark red.

"You're a dick. I'm surprised Junhui doesn't hate you back, considering the way you treat him ー especially when we all get together as a group. You're a right ass, you know that?" Jisoo asks, tilting his head curiously to the side as Wonwoo blinks up at him. "Of course you know that. If you're the biggest asshole to anybody, it's to yourself. Am I right?"

Jisoo ducks as Wonwoo chucks his pillow at him and then laughs as he picks it up, dusting the pillow off as Wonwoo readies himself to throw his other one. "Hope you know you're not getting this back. So unless you want to sleep without pillows, I recommend that you drop that one."

Wonwoo sighs and lets the pillow fall back onto the head of his bed and Jisoo smiles triumphantly. "See? That wasn't so hard. Now go shower. We have to be at a party in three hours."

"Sometimes, I think you're Satan himself," Wonwoo groans as he rises from the bed, wrestling his other pillow out of Jisoo's hands for a brief moment before he eventually gives up and turns to find his clothes for tonight.

"Yeah, I love you too, brat," Jisoo shoots back as he throws Wonwoo's lost pillow onto his bed and starts digging through his dresser for something to wear. "And none of that 'I-hate-Junhui-so-much' crap when we get there. You hear me?"

Wonwoo rolls his eyes but nods because Jisoo might be skinnier than him and looks like he couldn't ever possibly hurt a fly, but he is more than capable of kicking Wonwoo's ass anytime he wants and Wonwoo would very much like to keep his ass unkicked, thank you very much.

Of the few times that Wonwoo has actually held a conversation with Junhui, he can admit to the fact that Junhui doesn't make an effort in being haughty.

If anything, Junhui has been polite and kind of quiet, his mouth barely moving to form his words. Not like Wonwoo has watched Junhui's mouth as he speaks! That would be ridiculous.

But the moles that surround Junhui's mouth are pretty cute in a non-asshole way that anyone, even Wonwoo, can appreciate. One is near his cupid's bow while the other strays towards where his upper and bottom lip meet and can sometimes be confused as a dimple of some sort. If you look hard enough though, you can tell that they're moles.

And they're cute, but Wonwoo has only gotten the chance to stare at them up-close once in his life because Junhui tends to cover them up with makeup.

Wonwoo doesn't understand why, but he's also uninclined to ask about the reasons behind it either since he and Junhui are sworn enemies. Or, two people who hate each other. Or ー as Jisoo put it ー someone Wonwoo hates because he wants a reason to not fall for them and then get hurt when it doesn't work out.

Wonwoo doesn't agree with Jisoo, but there's some validity to the statement and it's still pretty hard to hang out with Mingyu like he used to back when they were on better terms. Not to mention that Jihoon still gives him a wide berth whenever they're in the same area and while Wonwoo's heart throbs painfully in his chest because he and Jihoon also used to be really good friends, he understands that there are certain social situations that Jihoon refuses to deal with.

So Wonwoo gets that, he really does, he's just aching is all.

Plus, Junhui doesn't actually hate Wonwoo ー he's probably terrified of Wonwoo for always glaring at him, but Junhui has never said anything, so Wonwoo doesn't know ー Wonwoo is the one who hates Junhui. Everyone knows it. The entire drama club has been giving him shit for his attitude directed towards Junhui for months now it seems. He's always the butt of the joke and whenever he enters the auditorium after Junhui has already arrived, everyone always falls startlingly quiet.

It's annoying and makes Wonwoo feel pretty excluded, but he gets it. If someone didn't like his friend, someone he thought could do no wrong, he too would also avoid that person.

So again, it's understandable. He's simply aching with the unfairness of it all and fed up with how everyone buys into Junhui's act.

He'll prove them all wrong somehow at least.

Wonwoo had sworn to himself that he wouldn't drink at this lame party.

He'd sworn he wouldn't (and he had also sworn to Jisoo), but as soon as he saw Junhui walk in with Minghao and Seungkwan trailing after him, Wonwoo decided that he needed a drink.

Or many drinks as it turned out, because, after his fifth, Wonwoo can't actually remember how many he's had. All he knows is that Junhui is hovering at his shoulder, keeping him upright while Jeonghan and Jisoo go bright red in the face, angry at how shitfaced Wonwoo is. They're both probably yelling something, something that Wonwoo's intoxicated mind doesn't understand, but all that registers in his head is the warm hand on the small of his back. The shoulder pressing into his back to keep him upright.

The only reason Wonwoo even knows it's Junhui behind him is because of the cologne he's wearing. Only Junhui douses himself in Chanel No. 5 like some pretentious, rich asshole.

Which he is, unlike what the vast majority might think. Who cares if he's Minghao's childhood best friend? Junhui's still a dick in Wonwoo's opinion.

A rich dick who surprisingly smells nice.

Junhui is rich, true, but Wonwoo's not actually sure that he's pretentious or an asshole. For all the glares they've exchanged, Junhui has never actually glared back at him. It's been more of just confusion and a little bit of fear in his eyes really and now Wonwoo feels like a right ass, but right now, he can't think about that. All he can think about is the fact that Junhui is taking him somewhere and Wonwoo kind of wishes he'd been nicer to Jeonghan and Jisoo since he's sure that they would help Junhui hide his dead body and get away with murder by this point.

The sounds of the party quickly fade and Chanel No. 5 guides Wonwoo through the quiet streets around campus. Eventually, Wonwoo begins to recognize a few landmarks and pushes himself into gear, leading the way towards the dorms. They arrive quickly and Wonwoo doesn't question the hand that is now suddenly holding his or the hand that holds the door open for him.

Wonwoo stumbles into the building and giggles like a fool when he almost trips. Gentle hands catch him and pull him upright again before Wonwoo regains himself and leads the way to his room, his muddled brain able to pick up the trail easily from the many times he's taken it before. The warmth behind him is calming now in the dull hallways and when Wonwoo digs his keys out, a hand reaches out to take them, quickly unlocking his door before handing his keys back to him.

Then he's being ushered inside and before Wonwoo's head can catch up to what he's doing, he's tugging on the warm hands and drawing them close until the scent of Chanel No. 5 permeates the air around him. Wonwoo closes the door and presses the warm body against it, clumsily finding the heart-shaped lips he's been thinking about for months. His tongue reaches out to caress the places he knows lip moles will be, but before anything more can happen, Junhui is pushing Wonwoo away and whispering something that he doesn't understand. Wonwoo blinks and it's suddenly too hot and the room is spinning.

Hands grab his face then, but the familiar brown eyes Wonwoo expects to meet are too blurry and he forces his own to close before his stomach decides to chuck up his dinner.

Wonwoo is guided towards a bed where he takes off his own shirt before snuggling under the covers and the last thing he can remember is a soft voice singing something in a language he doesn't understand while fingers run through his hair.

The first thing Wonwoo think when he wakes up is I'm dying.

The second is something along the lines of What the fuck happened?

And then, of course, that's when his existential crisis begins and Wonwoo pushes himself up to get a view of the room he's found himself in while his head spins dangerously.

His dorm. That's good.

He looks down and lets out a sigh of relief that somehow rattles in his lungs.

His own bed. That's great.

Wonwoo's ears then pick up on the soft snores from the opposite side of the room and he looks over to find Jisoo curled up in his own bed, snuggling the teddy bear that they both pretend Jisoo doesn't have.

No unexpected guests. Even better.

Wonwoo sighs and buries his face in his pillow, groaning softly into it when his temples throb painfully. His mouth is dry and his ears are ringing, but thankfully their curtain is drawn so the only light in their dorm is that from their alarm clocks and the sunlight creeping in from the edges of their curtain. His mouth tastes like something died in it though and his stomach is rumbling with either hunger or the urge to vomit, he's unsure about which.

Just how shit-faced did he get last night? And when exactly did he get home becaーactually, who even brought him back? The last Wonwoo remembers is Jeonghan and Jisoo yelling at him while someone helped him stand and then flickers of images here and there. Most are of the walk home, trees, a few stoplights, but through it all, there's the warmth on his lower back, more warmth curled around his hand, and the lingering scent of Chanel No. 5.

Oh no.

Did heー?

"Fuck!" Wonwoo groans aloud then winces as he instantly regrets it.

"Shut up," Jisoo mumbles from the other side of the room, turning so his back is now facing Wonwoo. "Just because you finally realized you like Junhui doesn't mean you have to be so loud about it."

Wonwoo falls back into his pillows and groans again, unbelieving of the sluggish memories that are now making an appearance. "I don't know what you're talking about."

More shuffling from Jisoo's side of the room can be heard and Wonwoo tries his best to melt into his mattress until he's nothing but a puddle that will never have to face another day with Junhui's face in it. "You made out with him last night. He told me before he left."

"He brought me here!" Wonwoo shoots up out of bed, almost toppling over the edge before he catches himself and stays very still less in case his stomach decides it's rumbling is due to an urge of vomiting instead of hunger. "We kissed?"

Jisoo laughs gently, then shifts in bed again until Wonwoo can hear him getting out of it. "You kissed him actually. Jun thought it was necessary to tell me in case you tried making out with me while you slept too. Though, I could tell he wasn't really all the upset by it so my theory has been proven correct once again. Jeonghan owes me some money."

"You bet on this?" Wonwoo asks, pushing himself until his back has met the wall and stays there as he pins Jisoo with his eyes. "I barely remember anything except that he played with my hair and sang me a song so I would fall asleep. I can't even remember kissing him."

"You're blushing so I'm pretty sure you remember the kiss," Jisoo points out before he lurches out of bed and walks over towards Wonwoo's. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up and I'll make us some coffee."

Wonwoo lets Jisoo drag him out of the dorm room and into the communal bathrooms they share with their floor and after a shower, Wonwoo feels like he might be able to face this day after all. Even after Jisoo places a mug of coffee down before him, Wonwoo loads it up with sugar and cream and accepts the painkillers Jisoo hands him.

Today won't be so bad after all.

Today is fucking horrible.

Wonwoo had to face the utter humiliation of his friends and most of the drama club exchanging money between themselves as soon as he showed up to their "after party" which isn't much of an after party and more of just a consolation lunch in fact. Either way, Seungcheol always ends up paying for everyone so Wonwoo isn't going to say no to free food.

What makes it all worse is the fact that Junhui is there and he's actually giving money just like the others and blushes an endearingly bright red when Minghao thumps his back.

So it looks like Junhui is an asshole after all and Wonwoo has been right all along.

Still, he stays and avoids everyone's gaze and eats quietly, glad for the fact that Jisoo is beside him and keeps passing food from his plate to Wonwoo's whenever Seungcheol isn't looking. Jeonghan sits on Wonwoo's other side, but he refuses to talk to him and so Wonwoo is alone.

On the plus side, Mingyu and Jihoon are here too and Wonwoo's glad that they still look very happy together. Seokmin is also here and Jisoo keeps sharing glances with him that Wonwoo wants to tease him about, but he keeps his mouth shut as Soonyoung starts a game between himself and Chan. Wonwoo can feel Seungkwan's eyes burning into him too, however, Seungcheol has him occupied for most of the lunch and Wonwoo is grateful to the eldest for that.

Junhui keeps trying to catch his eye, but Wonwoo forcibly ignores him instead and turns his body so that he's invading Jisoo's personal space. Jisoo catches on quickly and throws an arm over his shoulders to play the part of more than friends that they both came up with whenever they're receiving unwanted or confusing advances. Wonwoo keeps his head down and continues to eat, glad for the fact that while Jisoo can be a pain in the ass most of the time, he's a good friend when Wonwoo really needs him.

As Seungcheol pays for their lunches, Wonwoo grabs onto Jisoo's hand and waits until the elder has finished saying goodbye to everyone before he waves generally at them all and lets Jisoo lead them out of the diner.

He barely makes it towards the door before a familiar warm hand is grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him to a stop. Wonwoo knows without having to turn that it's Junhui and lets go of Jisoo's hand when the elder turns to stare at him. Jisoo shrugs and trails after Seokmin as they all begin to leave until it's just Junhui and Wonwoo standing alone in the entranceway of the diner.

"Um, could we talk?" Junhui asks as he lets go of Wonwoo's arm with a sheepish expression on his face. "I promise this won't take long."

Wonwoo nods and motions for Junhui to follow him. "We can talk outside. Let's take a walk or something."

Junhui nods and smiles at him and Wonwoo turns on the spot with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. They walk silently together, making their way out of the diner and into the brisk sunny afternoon of spring. It isn't hot enough for Wonwoo to start sweating yet so he keeps his cardigan on and tangles his fingers into the sleeves as Junhui walks dutifully beside him.

Outside is better at least. The crowds of people force them to walk closely together in order to not lose one another, but the noise and smell of traffic numb Wonwoo's senses to Junhui's breathing and his scent (Damn that Chanel No. 5!) and Wonwoo is grateful for that.

There's also more open space and if Wonwoo decides that this conversation will be too much, he can just cut away and run off without another word. He knows Junhui wouldn't follow him at least. And so he has that as well.

Eventually, though, they find the park Wonwoo was leading them towards and Junhui scopes out a bench they can sit on. It's Saturday so that means plenty of families are here enjoying the sunshine and the ducks at the pond, but neither Wonwoo nor Junhui can find an empty bench. Wonwoo steers them towards a large tree, taking a seat on one of its biggest roots and leans back on the trunk, uncaring of sap or ants getting on him. Junhui takes a seat on a root sticking out a little below Wonwoo's and turns until he's facing him, his expression more guarded than Wonwoo's seen it.

Wonwoo stares at him, taking in the little things, then pauses when he finds that Junhui didn't bother to cover up his moles today and that right there lights a tiny fire inside Wonwoo's stomach.

"So, I feel that I should go first," Junhui murmurs, his soft voice making Wonwoo feel a little dizzy with the whirlwind of emotions he's experiencing. "Um. I just wanted to know if you remember what happened last night?"

The way Junhui phrases his words makes it sound like he's asking a question, and Wonwoo doesn't know if he should answer honestly or not, but after the humiliation he faced during lunch, he may as well come clean and own up to what he did. He inhales a deep breath and lets it out through his nose, steeling himself for what he's about to do.

"Yeah, I remember," Wonwoo responds, still staring at Junhui's moles instead of his eyes.

Junhui sighs and settles himself a bit more comfortably on top of the root he's perched on. "Ah. That's a relief. How much do you remember though?"

Wonwoo chances a look up at Junhui's eyes before he drops his gaze again, his voice lowering with it. "I remember you taking me home...and I remember kissing you."

Junhui nods then waits as if there's more that Wonwoo has to admit to and Wonwoo knows what else Junhui wants him to say. His face flushes as he works the words over his tongue, but no matter in what order or way they go through, it's still embarrassing to say aloud.

"I remember you playing with my hair and singing me to sleep too," Wonwoo finally manages to murmur, his face feeling much too hot as a soft smile spreads across Junhui's face. "But I also remember you not kissing me back."

Junhui frowns and shakes his head. "You were drunk. It felt wrong kissing you while you were so intoxicated. But I didn't kiss back because I didn't want to. I mean, I've had a crush on you ever since we met. It was extremely difficult not to kiss you back last night."

Wonwoo's face feels even hotter now, but he files that piece of information away for later when he isn't preoccupied. "I also remember you not thanking me for showing you where the theatre building was when we first met."

"I did thank you!" Junhui sputters almost immediately after Wonwoo has spoken and Wonwoo looks up to see that Junhui's eyes have grown ridiculously huge. "You had your earphones in and turned your back on me as I did it. That was really rude actually."

"Oh," Wonwoo says, not knowing what else would be appropriate to say apart from, "I'm sorry?"

"You better be," Junhui sniffs before he smiles again and Wonwoo lets his gaze fall back to Junhui's mouth to take in that beautiful sight. "So is that why you say you hate me?"

"I honestly don't know. I know it was the reason I didn't initially like you at least," Wonwoo confesses quietly between them. "But since it seems to be just a misunderstanding, I guess it doesn't matter anymore."

"That makes this so much easier," Junhui mumbles to himself before he's leaning forward and taking Wonwoo's face into his hands, his eyes practically burning holes into Wonwoo's skin. "Can I also ask why you've told everyone you hate me then? Maybe that'll make us both less confused."

Wonwoo shrugs, doing his best to still not look him in the eye as Junhui inches even closer into his personal space. "Jeonghan told me its because I was bitter about you getting the lead role. Soonyoung said it was because I wanted to fuck you and Jisoo told me that I just wanted to suck your dick. And then he told me to shut up and stop being a brat."

Junhui's blushing too by now and Wonwoo revels in the victory of getting a reaction out of him. But the victory is short-lived because Junhui soon asks the same question Wonwoo has been asking himself ever since he met him.

"And were they right?"

Were his friends right about why Wonwoo hates Junhui? Or are they really just being the assholes Wonwoo's always thought they were? Has Wonwoo just been in denial this entire time then?

Honestly, he doesn't know but with Junhui so close to him all Wonwoo can think about is kissing him again. How he wants to touch the moles above Junhui's lips and tell him to stop covering them up with makeup. Wonwoo can't stop thinking about all the times he's caught himself staring at Junhui during rehearsals and whenever their entire group of friends gathers for parties or other events. Nor can he stop thinking about the way Junhui's entire face lights up when he laughs or how often Wonwoo has caught himself laughing at the jokes he's overheard Junhui say.

Sometimes, Wonwoo just wants to cuss Junhui out and tell him just how handsome he is at the same time. Other times, Wonwoo just wants to knock Junhui flat on his ass and pick him up then twirl them around in a circle when he's overjoyed about something Junhui did. But most of the time, Wonwoo just wants to have a reason for turning his "hatred" on its head and take Junhui into his arms without having to feel ten shades of bitter about it.

Junhui is offering him a reason though. A good one. And all Wonwoo has to do is take it.

So he does.

Junhui is happy with his answer.

a/n: asdfkdj ok so i didn’t actually see the enemies to lovers trope working out so well for wonhui really, which is why i had been struggling with this au for like two weeks now, but if anybody is going to hate someone and claim them as their enemy, it’s wonwoo and you can fight me on that.

(me: *says e2l doesn’t fit wonhui* also me: *writes 6k worth of an e2l wonhui au*)

thanks for reading!

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ure-gonna-loveme-when-u-seeme · 7 years

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I got tagged by @classictownshend hey thank you :)

Rules: Answer the 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:

1. Drink: coffee with milk

2. Phone call: no idea...

3. Text message: a friend showing her a shampoo we’ve been talking about

4. Song: “Surfing with a spoon”, Midnight Oil

5. Time you cried: last saturday, during jiujitsu class, someone made me roll over my neck and I felt like it was about to break. I did not cry for all to see, but I was scared and my eyes filled with tears haha i think i cried deep inside

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: maybe, i am not sure if it would count

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: my second bf

8. Been cheated on: i am sure I was, but never knew

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: maybe, but depression is a too serious thing to call it. I can say I did had some down moments in life

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yes. this is why i can’t bear the smell of champagne today 🤢

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. red

13. black

14. royal blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes

16. Fallen out of love: no

17. Laughed until you cried: haha yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: no

19. Met someone who changed you: not last year, but this year yes

20. Found out who your friends are: no they are still the same

21. Kissed someone on you Facebook list: in fact yes, but i regret too

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life?: 99,9%. I do not add people I don’t know or at least have some direct contact, even virtually

23. Do you have any pets?: yes, 1 cat 2 dogs

24. Do you want to change your name?: no, i am lazy to put a name on my cat, imagine having to change mine.. what a responsibility!

25. What did you do for your last birthday?: had a normal day, with an exam at uni and such. but my jiujitsu mates did a corridor to beat me with their belts (martial arts tradition). haah it hurts but it was really fun! tender big huge guys❤️

26. What time did you wake up?: 6:00

27. What were you doing at midnight last night?: sleeping

28. Name something you can’t wait for: summer vacations

29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: yesterday

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life?:i wish I could learn things faster, because there are so many things i’d like t learn

31. What are you listening to right now: early birds singing (it’s 7 in the morning)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no, not a common name here in Brasil

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: the things I know will get on my nerves within some weeks from now😩 (uni things)

34. Most visited website: tumblr and vintage news

?????? MORE QUESTIONS

35. Mole/s: many. i have a secret and particular one .. you know where your buttocks meet? well, right there

36. Mark/s: none

37. Childhood dream: be a truck driver lol

38. Haircolor: light brown

39. Long or short hair: long

40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes, but I rather not to think about it, he has gf, and i have important things to make my mind usefully busy but he is oh-so dreamy...

41. What do you like about yourself?: the way i’ve changed recently for better. I used to be afraid of changes and trying new things, of leaving my comfort zone. Now I practice 2 martial arts and this helps a lot to not only build courage but face your small silly fears and it proves to me that I can try and learn anything I want without any fear; I study in another town and do not complain, and have good grades. I am able to try and see if I can do it, not the opposite like “i wont even try because I am sure I can’t do it". I am open to face new things.

42. Piercings: no

43. Bloodtype: i think it is O+ but not sure

44: Nicknames: people call me anyway they like

45. Relationship status: single and tranquil

46. Zodiac: Leo

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV show: none

49. Tattoos: i’d like it, but none yet

50. Right or Left hand?: right

51: Surgery: yes, but 20 years ago

52. Hair dyed a different color: never, my hair is so cute hahah even hair stylists think I dye it, but it is natural highlighted

53. Sport: muay thai, jiu jitsu (every girl should learn it!), some bike and some running (in spare time)

54. Vacation: i spend my time at home. i have a beach 1km from here hah

55. Pair of trainers: funny question

MORE??

56. Eating: pizza and milanesas (uruguayan please)

57. Drinking: caipirinha please

59. I’m about to: bathe my cat (he won’t escape today), clean my dog (he is old, cannot take a proper bath or he gets sick ahha )

61. Waiting for: afternoon. sunny day and cleaning the beach event

62. Want: peace of mind

63. Get married: no. But future is not exactly under our control. In the event of suddenly finding someone REALLY worthwhile and we want to share our lives.. but not a marriage. In fact, i think I will have to sleep in different room (look, i have spent more than 30 years in my own privacy, having another body snoring and moving while i sleep is not exactly comfortable to think about. Sleeping is something holy)

64. Career: i am studying to be physical educator

65. Hugs or kisses: being alone for so so long makes me long for warm hugs instead of kisses.

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: anything is taller than me. so...

68. Older or younger: anything is younger than me, so...

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach is nice, it is most of the times indicator of activity. don’t take me bad but i like active sportive people, sorry (i am active)

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive. i like quietness

72. Hookup or relationship: relationship. I don’t want to spend my time or get hurt

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: balanced

74. Kissed a stranger: no. but i had met him a few time ago, and i knew his name

75. Drank hard liquor: yeah

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: sunglasses yes, once I ran over my own sunglasses riding my own bike. How? ask einstein

77. Turned someone down: probably

78. Sex on the first date: did it but do not recommend if you are not a indifferent person

79. Broken someone’s heart: probably, but not on purpose. so he must have deserved it hua hua hua

80. Had your heart broken: yes

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: no, funny because I see friends like brothers.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sure, if i don’t, who will?

85. Miracles: no

86. Love at first sight: no.. but yesterday I saw a guy on the bus that holy shit something hit me! i see nice guys everyday and very often.. but this one shook me.. he left the bus and I was “wtf? who is him?” and almost went after him and forgot my crush from the question 40. hahah matters of life

87. Santa Clause: no why!

88. Kiss on the first date: yes

89. Angels: when it is necessary haha

Other:

90. Current best friend’s name: my cat, Meow

91. Eye color: some kind of green

92. Favorite movie: i have many films i like but do not have a fave

Tagging:

@fondantfancyfree @frottingwithfreddie @silkmoony @suzcatonmars @inthelapofthegods74 @little-niggah-sugar @c-136 @sweetness-doesnt-touch-my-face @whitequeen0124 @sophia-dusk @rock-n-roll-curly-blonde @queenofdawn71 @itsloveit @soupinthelaundrybag @ronniesshoes @insanity--on--a--stick @vivi-ntvg @fancybasementfestival @brianmaysbread @scoreofvolunteers

20 is a lot. everyone was tagged before :(

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altpapier · 7 years

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Jimmy Eat World - The Middle

your first holidays on your own. Three weeks, going to a language school in Bournemouth, living in a hostel with all the other students. At home, this boy has broken your heart so you’re glad to get away from everyone for some time. Your hostel room is small but you have a windowsill to sit on and you listen to the seagulls all day and watch the people in the street and write postcards on the beach, and sometimes at night you cry a little while eating grapes and Quavers. You're only 17 and suddenly the world feels so huge and free and you're not sure if you're ready for this. But Jimmy Eat World tells you that everything will be just fine, and you know that it will.

Coldplay - Magic

a year later. The impossible has just happened, you and your friends have passed the final exams with decent marks and that means, no school ever again! It feels like a weird dream. What happens after school? You can't just stop being a student? So you float around aimlessly, drinking a little grapefruit beer here and a little vodka-o there, and sitting in the grass might not be the best idea if you're allergic to pollen, but you can’t resist being next to her. She takes you to every city in Germany with her captivating green eyes and dances with you in her blue dress the night of the prom. You get a little sentimental about not seeing everyone again but in this moment, you're still together and you swear you'll stay in touch.

Alle Farben - She Moves

you can do anything you want now, since you're 18 and finished school, right? So that's what you do. You pack your bags for an Interrail trip across Europe, you want to go to every party in Amsterdam and hold hands with random strangers in Paris while eating cheese and go skinny dipping in the South of France and sing karaoke in Barcelona and live the luxurious life in Vienna. On your second day, you kind of fall in love with an American and let him convince you to come to Madrid. So you meet him again and you eat lots of grapes and fried eggs and he always makes sure you eat enough and he introduces you to classical dancing and buys you strawberry daiquiri and chocolate Churros and he makes a joke out of jumping on the elevator because he knows about your claustrophobia but he still rides it with you every time and he accepts you the way you are. You stay for longer than you'd intended to, but eventually you're alone again in a run-down 2 star hotel by the station in Genova, and you get lost and you're scared of the dark.

Lost Frequencies - Reality

another summer has passed. You haven't noticed because you've had too much alcohol in the meantime, but at least she's still with you. Her hands feel like a home you don't want to leave. But you know you have to. And you're both scared of the future and of your lives and if you could, you'd just stay in that shisha bar forever, or in this night where you were dancing until 5 in the morning with your eyes closed and when you eventually opened them, you were the only people in the club. But nothing is forever, and soon all of this might just be memories of a past life. So you spend the nights at her house, and in the morning you ride your bike back to your parents' over the fields in the summer heat, and you listen to this song and sing along, "Today I got a million, tomorrow I don't know."

Ashley Hicklin - City Lights

the first melancholy of leaving home but finding a partner in a foreign place. A little hint of being loved turns into a relationship because you're both a bit lost. Falling asleep with different sounds at night, walking different streets every day. University hasn't started yet and everything makes you cry. You're not homesick because you've stopped feeling anything at all. A dreamy state of going home for the weekend and coming back to your lover on Sunday evening and not knowing where to expect peace. It's weird to have a daily routine in a place where you didn't grow up.

Jetta - Feels Like Coming Home

it's December and you're still with him. He makes you feel less lonely, you eat takeaway pizza with him at night and study together and get to know each other's bodies and walk through the darkness of the city that doesn't even seem that terrifying anymore. He puts on a playlist of English lullabies on YouTube when you can't sleep and the Top 100 Charts of Germany when you want to dance and he lets you write poetry while he makes Asian noodle soup and when he plays League Of Legends next to you in the bed, he gets angry when you accidentally touch the mouse.

Coucheron - Deep End

it ends, like everything does. You are the one to end it, after trying to fix it with some new red lipstick and a nice dress and lots of patience but he just didn't love you anymore. So you sit in your geography lecture and you text him "Can we meet later? We need to talk" and you're so nervous but then you just say it - and it's over, just like that. On the pavement between building 1 and 2, the decision is made and can't be reversed. You only cry for a second until you realise there is nothing to cry about. It was the right thing to do, the only choice you had. When you come home, the flat feels empty and big. Like something is missing. You tell your flatmate about it and she almost cries and wants to know why. "It's okay", you laugh. But you both know that your laugh is fake.

Joe Brooks - Wildflowers

four weeks after the heartbreak. You're finally getting to know this city without him. You drive to the lake and dance on your own and let strangers touch you and when you cry at night, you call your best friend and he talks to you until you fall asleep. You write the lyrics on a piece of paper, "You belong somewhere you feel free", but you never hang it up in your room because there's no space on the walls.

Charming Horses - Higher Love

your best friend visits you just to make sure you're alright. He lives 300 miles away from you, and you don't see each other often. You're happy that he came, and you show him all the famous sights in the city and, of course, the best club. You dance until the morning, you accidentally fall asleep in his arms, and when you wake up, his lips are touching yours.

Jamie Lawson - Wasn't Expecting That

the next day, it happens again. He has a girlfriend, you didn't mean for this to happen. You talk a lot, and you agree that time will sort it out. "Let's just be friends, isn't that better?" you say. And the next second, after kissing him, you say, "It's a pity we're just friends. Your kisses feel so good."

Lighthouse Family - (I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be) Free

Portugal with your boyfriend. You made it, the fate seems to be on your side for once: the two of you have been together for seven months now. This is your first holiday together. You rented a little bungalow directly by the sea and you spend all your days relaxing on the beach. You read a lot and when you cry because the book is sad, he takes you in his arms. You paint a lot and even though you paint like a 5-year-old child, he loves it and encourages you to carry on. You've picked up your passion for filming and photography again, and he is your model. Every morning, you make a breakfast out of the few things you've got in the fridge. Every night, you drink cocktails at a little bar you've discovered. Then you watch the sunset. And when you return to the bungalow, euphoric and drunk, you jump and dance on the king size bed until you fall asleep on his chest.

The Chainsmokers - All We Know

it's a long distance relationship, so most days don't look like your week in Portugal. You slip into the usual supermarket and uni routine again, not doing much apart from that; the long walk home, the music TV with its same three songs every day to kill the silence. Occasional pasta, but if you're too lazy to make it, crisps will do. From the outside it looks like a regular student's life. Minus the parties and the friends, which just makes it pretty pathetic.

Avicii - What Would I Change It To

you're on the airplane. You were so scared of going abroad for a whole semester, but suddenly you get the feeling that maybe this isn't going to be so bad! You already miss your parents and your boyfriend - but you've always liked to be away from humanity for a little while. You turn the music up louder and think to yourself, "Why would I replace the sky? Why would I recreate that perfect blue?"

Architecture in Helsinki - Escapee

the grass is wet and your socks are, too, but you learned that's nothing unusual here. This is the soundtrack for long morning walks through Tesco. You've finally got a bunch of friends, and there's more parties than you could ever go to. You're in your room, drinking tea (this is Britain!) and working on your assignment when suddenly, a song on Spotify reminds you of your very first holidays in Britain. Not the very first ones, because you were only 11 months old then. You think of that time when you were in Bournemouth. And you realise that it's still true: Everything will be just fine.

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