#sungchan highschool au

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Have you ever fucked on a soccer field? - J.SC

Pairing: Jung Sungchan x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 2439 words

AU/Genre: highschool!AU, best friend!sungchan, smut, fluff, best friends to lovers

Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, pulling out, cliché romcom elements

Prom night. The night that should've been the best night of your life. You were supposed to go with your long time crush, dancing the night away until your feet hurt, then get a good night kiss and sleep happily.

Too bad that your crush suddenly decided that you were no longer good enough, and ditched you.

"He told me he didn't want to go with me anymore, then drove off, leaving me there looking like a complete idiot, all dressed up on the street!" You whine, hands gesturing everywhere at once to emphasize your point.

Sungchan just shakes his head, eyes fixated on the road as he drives the two of you to prom anyway. "I told you he's a jerk, you can do better."

"But-" you begin, but realize that he's right. Your crush had always been an asshole, especially to you, so instead of answering, you just pout sulkily, crossing your arms over your chest. Beside you, Sungchan grins.

"I promise, I'll still make this a great night." He smiles, hand reaching out to briefly pinch your thigh. You twitch from the sudden touch.

"And how are you gonna do that?" You ask after huffing, ass scooting down on the car seat as you turn your head to look out of the window. Sungchan doesn't answer. You decide to leave it at that.

The two of you arrive minutes later, Sungchan parks the car. You're still pissed at your crush for ditching you, but when Sungchan opens the car door for you, offering you a hand to help you get out, you still smile.

Actually, who needs men, when you have Sungchan? Technically, he's a man too, but he is your man. Well, not your man, but your best friend of several years. He makes you smile, he makes you laugh, he makes you happy. To be honest, you're glad that you can spend the night with Sungchan instead of that asshole.

Right in front of the door, Sungchan stops you, turning you around to look at him. Your eyebrows rise in confusion as you tilt your head to look up at him.

"If anything happens in there that gets you upset, just know I'm here for you. I'd do anything to make you feel better. Anything. Understood?" He looks down at you, eyes a little widened and concerned, and if it wasn't for you watching him so closely, you would've missed the strike of sadness rushing over his pupils for a split second. Sungchan really is the bestest of friend you could ever have wished for.

"I know, thank you." You give him a sly smile, before he nods and turns to face the door again.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

And with that, Sungchan opens the door. A wave of hot, stuffy air engulfs the two of you before you step in. The room is decorated prettily, but unfortunately it's too dark to really make out all of the individual colors of the decoration. Though, you get in further, grabbing something to drink before sitting down in a corner, not ready for the big crowd yet.

It's then when you see him, your crush, dancing with someone else. It hits you in the chest like a punch because even if you've accepted that he's an asshole who isn't worthy of your time and efforts, that doesn't make up for the months of feelings you'd wasted on him.

It seems as if Sungchan senses your distress as you're suddenly pulled up.

"Wha-?"

"We're going to dance," he swiftly explains before pulling you into the direction of your crush. Right then, the song ends and the DJ puts on some romantic song that forces you against Sungchan's chest. He quickly wraps his hands around your waist and, out of reflex, you place yours on his shoulders, as he begins to sway your bodies to the music.

"We're going to make him jealous," Sungchan whispers into your ear and you nod, looking to the side to locate your crush who's mirroring your actions, briefly catching your gaze as he grins. Fuck him.

You bring your attention back to Sungchan, looking up to gaze into his eyes. You have to admit, it's pretty cliché, but you've never paid enough attention to them. Slowly, but surely, you get lost in them. Sungchan, your best friend of many years, who's always been so close to you, but never close like this. Never close enough to question if what you're feeling are really just platonic feelings, or maybe something else entirely, something more, something more intimate.

"He's looking at us," Sungchan chuckles, a smile displayed on his pretty lips as he eyes your crush, but honestly, you don't care. You don't care about any other boy right now, not when Sungchan is so pretty. What you do care about are said lips, only inches away from your own. They look so soft, so pretty and pink and plush and kissable. If you were to push forward just a little, you could press your own lips against his and taste him.

Now that you really think about it, Sungchan is really attractive. You've noticed it several times before, his soft lips, his gentle eyes and his pretty nose, his light freckles and rosé blush, the way his fringe falls into his face since it's gotten quite long in the past weeks, his large figure, his wide shoulders and slim waist, his large, but pretty hands with long, gentle fingers.

Right then, you realize the location of his hands, the contact suddenly burning hot through the thin fabric of your dress. He's touching your waist, just like he's done several times before, countess times, but this time, it's different, for you at least. By now, Sungchan's caught on that you're no longer paying attention to your crush, but only to him.

When the song ends, Sungchan whispers to you to get out of here before he abruptly pulls you away, through the crowd of people and out of the back door. It's then when you realize your fingers are intertwined. The realization gives you butterflies.

Sungchan pushes the back door open to reveal your bodies to the much cooler, but pleasantly so, air of the night. Your hands are still holding onto another, and you wish for him to never let go of you.

When Sungchan pulls you further, hurriedly walking over to the huge soccer field way behind the hall where the prom is held, you giggle at his eagerness, and he joins the sounds of your gentle laughter with his own.

Being with Sungchan is so easy, you realize, it's always chill between the two of you, never complicated, like it had been with your crush. Sungchan prioritizes you, but not so much that he forgets about himself, and you do the same with him. Your relationship is stable, there's a strong bond of trust that engulfs it, you share many interests, understand each other without words, and can't ever stay mad at one another for long.

Once you reach the field, Sungchan stops and turns to look at you again. Almost like a few minutes ago under the dim light, you feel drawn to him, wishing for him to kiss you, hoping for him to feel the same connection that is so similar, but yet so different from before.

"You know, I've never realized how beautiful you are," Sungchan says as he stands so close to you, eyes fanning over the features of your face.

"Okay, ouch." You pretend to be hurt, but the wide grin tugging at the corners of your lips gives away that you're joking. Sungchan breaks out a smile as well, reaching out to tug a strand of hair behind your ear.

"For real though."

"I can say the same about you."

There's a comfortable silence that surrounds you as you stand there, losing yourselves in each other's eyes. There's a little part inside of you that's impatient, wishing for nothing else but for him to kiss you, but overall, you're content, savoring the moment that contains nothing more than subtle feelings of love, complete trust and security.

"He really is a jerk for ditching you," Sungchan mutters and you hum, your crush having left your mind completely minutes ago. "Just know, if it had been me, I'd never ditch a girl like you."

"A girl like me?" You muse, grinning, so emerged in Sungchan's presence that you haven't even realized how much closer you've gotten.

"You're amazing. Everything about you. We've known each other for so long, but I never get tired of you, spending time with you, laughing with you, doing absolutely nothing with you..." Sungchan admits, a blush creeping onto his features, "if it had been me, I would've made this the best night of your life."

"You still can," you hear yourself say. In return, Sungchan widens his eyes confusedly. "If you're saying what I think you're saying-"

"I probably am."

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Then kiss me already."

The last thing you see is a gentle smile before he leans in, nose gently nudging yours as he finally touches your lips with his. Sungchan's lips feel so soft, like little cushions, so gentle as they move against yours. You feel like he's holding back, like you could break you with his bare hands if it weren't for his feather-light touches around your waist.

This makes you push further into him, the front side of your body pressing up against his as you deepen the kiss, taking a little control by bringing your tongue into the mix which he gladly accepts, allowing his own tongue to play around with it.

You gently moan into the kiss as you work each other up unintentionally. After a few minutes, you have to part your lips to catch your breaths.

"You're a really good kisser," you pant out, grinning at him. Sungchan looks exceptionally beautiful right now, his hair a little tousled from your ministrations of combing your fingers through it in an attempt to get him to come just a bit closer, his lips swollen from you nibbling on them, and eyes glossy from- lust?

"I'm good at a lot more things," is what he brings out before he realizes what he said, eyes widening briefly, but your chuckling eases him back to a just above average heartbeat.

"You are?" You let your fingers run through his hair again. "For example?"

"Have you ever fucked on a soccer field?"

The question catches you off guard, and you try your best to hide the flustered heat creeping onto your face. "Not yet."

"Wanna try?"

A nod from you is all he needs for an answer before he takes your hand all over again, taking you onto the field with him. The delay in your arrival to the general event due to your crush ditching you, plus the distance to the party has you at ease that no one would catch you. Honestly though, you wouldn't mind to have your crush see Sungchan making you feel good...

You arrive in the middle of the field, approximately, and as you kiss him again, the both of you giggle into each other's mouths. It's not long after when most of your clothes are discarded somewhere on the lawn surrounding you, Sungchan laying you down gently while he never stops looking into your eyes. The laughter had died down and faded into longing for each other's bodies.

Slowly, you feel him enter you. You had not dared to look at his length just seconds before, and you realize he's pretty big, slowly filling you to the brim until he's bottomed out inside of you.

You feel so full, so complete as you look up at him, legs hugging around his waist in an attempt to pull him even closer, or at least to keep him inside you like this. Sungchan begins moving his hips, his length dragging deliciously along your walls, his tip nudging your sweet spot every now and then.

"This feels so good," you sigh, quiet moans escaping you with the way he moves inside of you. Sungchan moans too, a litter quieter than you, still, but he does, and his moans sound so deep and beautiful at the same time that you believe you're genuinely falling for him more and more by the second.

Lost in each other, with your hands exploring the other's body, Sungchan speeds up his movements. Your lips find his in a passionate kiss, his tongue drags along yours softly and he's so incredibly close to you that you feel his pubic bone rub over your clit.

His grinding motions fasten as you run your fingers through his hair, earning a low groan from him as you gently tuck on the roots. The fact that you're doing this in a public setting right now makes it even hotter.

"I'm so close," you whisper, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. Sungchan smirks against the skin of your neck before peppering the area with kisses. He begins chuckling just a second later.

"Look who's watching us, babe."

You turn your head to look to the side, catching a glimpse of no other than the boy who ditched you tonight. A wide smile spreads over your face as you begin increasing the loudness of your moans, making sure to throw Sungchan's name in there.

"Yeah, show him who's making you feel this good."

"Sungchan, you're going to make me cum," you whine out, watching as your crush leaves with an angry look on his face, you assume. It's not like you can see clearly with the way Sungchan's rocking your body with his thrusts.

Not long after, you repeatedly clench around his length, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you as you cling to his body to keep yourself grounded. It's so intense that you feel like you'd fly right up to heaven if it wasn't for Sungchan holding your body down with the weight of his own.

A few thrusts later, Sungchan pulls out of you, releasing onto your stomach, thighs and hole, a deep groan followed by a few curses and syllables of your name accompanying his orgasm.

Sungchan flops down beside you, facing the stars shining above. It's romantic, actually, and you giggle as you turn onto your side, then halfway above him, gently touching his nose with yours.

"Thank you for making this night even better than I could've ever imagined."

Sungchan smiles, kissing you gently. Right now, there's no place in the world where you'd rather be.

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[shineoko]

PROM DRESS | j.sc

Part of ‘START UP’ series

"i'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest"

↳ prom dress - mxmtoon

↳ angst, fluff, strangers to friends to enemies to friends to lovers, crack, highschool au

↳ warnings : rude humour, straightforward sex references, swearing

↳ featuring : Karina, Yuna, Lisa as y/n's friends. Jisung, Jeongin (i.n), chenle as friends dates and sungchan's friends.

↳ the first few days of a new highschool are just as bad as the last ones of your old school but the one thing or should I say person that got you through it was Jung sungchan. you two were friends until he started acting off in your second year there. now you're on your final year of highschool, prom is your next problem and it's right around the corner yet things take a turn when you have a wholesome interaction with the boy that abandoned you in your second year.

↳ Shinko's note : Oop. I got a lil carried away of the end on this one.

↳ estimated wc : >3k

packing up your bags, sliding into to your clothes, bursting out the door to catch the bus, nothing off about this school day yet. as you get of the bus your palm begin to get sweaty, your heart beats faster and your legs start trembling. your alien behaviour is spotted by a boy roughly your age maybe a month older or so.

"hey, are you alright." he asks with a bubble of concern floating in his tone. before you could respond, you looked up and the words meant to escape your mouth halted at his proximity. your noses were mere inches away from eachother but since the concerned bubble started growing you answered.

"not really, it's my first day here and the school is pretty big so I may get lost"

once you said that his eyes started sparkling. all you could do at that was stare and wonder what had got him so worked up.

"so you must be then transfer student in my class. y/n l/n right!"

"yeah, that's my name. may i ask your name."

"oh , did I forget to introduce myself." he took a pause to clear his throat before he began "my name is jung sungchan but you can just call me sungchan and we're in the same classes so if i'm with you you'll be just fine."

the bell rang next to you two, loud and clear.

"come on y/n. I promise you that being late isn't a good thing wether your new or not."

the rest of that day and week was literally just sungchan dragging you around and introducing you to people. it seemed that he was pretty popular across the school because everyone knew his name and now everyome knows your name.

the following weeks were the same until it was the last day before summer break. sungchan wasn't standing at your doorstep which was odd but you assumed he was just a bit ill. walking through the hallway you saw him by his locker so you decided to walk over to him.

"hi sungcha-" before you could even finish saying his name he had already slipped away.

the rest of the day was like that but you had a little group of your own friends you could hangout with. yuna, karina and lisa have been your friends since the second week you started. you four could ever only text and hangout after school because sungchan would usually be dragging you around or stealing you for himself they say so they were a bit stunned to see you two separated.

throughout the whole summer break not a single text or call came from sungchan and you didn't want to disturb him with so you two just never Interacted after that. days became weeks and weeks became years and not a single word.

nearing the end of your final year and prom is right around the corner all three of your friends already have a date, you don't but it doesn't bother you that much. all you've learnt these few years is that the 'b' in boys means betrayal.

once you get out of your car you see the tree girls huddled together awaiting your arrival in an outdoor part of the diner. you try and run towards them but it's quite hard when your inexperienced with heels and you have an unnecessarily long dress so you fall but just as you expect to be hit by the cold pavement you feel the warm embrace of a taller figure. your eyes flicker open and jung sungchan is bestowed upon you, less than an inch of space between your noses.

"uh, thanks." you say as you look into the eyes of your prince charming

"no problem y/n" he says with a seemingly uncontrollable forming grin.

it takes a moment for you to realise your prom dress matches his suit even in the colours are slightly different up close , probably because of the material. once sungchan settles you down you wave and walk over to your friends who are still huddling together.

"hey girls!"

"oh my god, you really took your time getting here." karina comments while rolling her eyes

"we've been waiting for 5 whole minutes like this." yuna says beside her ,slightly shivering.

"it's not that cold out here. it's literally spring." you bite back at the three shivering girls "anyways, where are your dates, they should give you their jacket or something, cheesy drama style."

"our dates are over there talking with your date" lisa bites pointing at a group of boys and sungchan who are currently approaching you four.

"what do you mean my date. I told you I didn't need one." you tell her in a tone of pure attitude.

"calm down girl. it's not my fault you and sungchan's outfits are matching." Lisa says in defence putting a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at you with a cheesy smirk. "ooo here they are. i'll just have to ask sungchan myself."

"you actually thought sungchan was my date?" you suddenly blurted out at her a bit too loud which may or may not have enabled the nearing boy in question hear you.

"he isn't?" one of the boys beside sungchan chipped in. you know him as the boy that helped you pay for lunch when sungchan forgot his money but you were beyond starving, from yuna's speed talking outbursts recently you've learnt his name was Chenle.

"yes, i told you that before." sungchan bites back at Chenle while giving a playful, light hit to another beside him.

"but your outfits are like..." another friend, which your guessing is Jisung because of his and karina's matching outfits, pitches in and pauses to think of what idioms or phrases he could use.

"...married to eachother" the final boy in the group ends Jisung's suffering - jeongin, you assumed again from lisa and his matching outfits as well as lisa's date rants.

"nope." you and sungchan say in unison which earns a few oooos from your mutual friends.

"you see what i mean. i'm actually surprised you people haven't talked to eachother for so long. you two were just inseparable." chenle says loud enough for the world to hear for no apparent reason.

hearing that made you question why sungchan and you split up in the second year. was he mad at you for some reason? did a dating rumors spread without you knowing? did he just loose interest in you? is he a fuckboy? you held in a gasp at the last theory you could think of. did he get a girlfriend? the thoughts spiralling in your head was enough to make you visibly stressed to the point of crying. so you did the one thing you could think of. you ran as deep into that diner as far as your aching legs could take you, which was indeed pretty far.

when you finally stopped before your legs could give into the pain, you were bewildered at how far you ran. your teachers and friends said that the diner was close to the ocean but it was quite a walk.

the sea was the same colour as the sky both shades of a tropical pink met at the half visible, half invisible, sun. there was a large dock which was a perfect height for you to sit and not get your dress wet so you discarded of your heels and dipped your feet in the ocean water. it was cold but it was refreshing. all the complicated thoughts swam away at the sound of the waves but before you could register, tears started falling down your cheeks carrying the mascara and little eyeliner with it making your tears a depressing black colour. lifting you had up to your face so that you can wipe your tears with your hand, another hand catches your wrist at your cheek and uses the other to grab the bottom half of your face and turing it towards his own and wiping your tear with a handkerchief.

"what are you doing here? sungchan. did you follow me all the way here?" you barely say above a whisper because his hand is squishing your cheeks pretty tight.

"you didn't hear me calling you? i was literally screaming at you y/n." he says but you're not sure if he was being dramatic or he was legit.

"I guess i was lost in my thoughts of getting as far away as possible."

"yeah, no shit. y/n, you became a long distance 10000m olympics gold medalist back there." he explained making sure you heard his attitude in every single word which made you start giggling. "c'mon let's get back to the diner. prom queen and prom king are gonna be announced soon."

"soon is an hour, sungchan." mocking him.

"y/n, do you know how far you ran?" sungchan asks with the same time of attitude he had a minute ago

"nope, but I know it's certainly not 10000m like in the olympics." you say as you scoot back to get up only realising that your only shoe option is painful, agonising 4.5 inch heels. "no way in hell am I walking back in those heels."

"don't worry, i'll carry you." positioning himself so that your heels were in his hand and a space where you would be comfortable on his back. at the thought you kind of blushed but it's no big deal. you and sungchan may have not spoken or texted for more than a year but your friendship rekindled in the blink of an eye.

once you got on his back was warm and that only just made you realise how cold you really were.

the way back consisted of sungchan complaining, sungchan complaining and finally sungchan complaining. the moment the diner doors were in veiw you prepared for landing but sungchan didn't let go. "sungchan. you can let go now. people are in field of vision." you whisper-shouted into his ear.

"yup. and the people in veiw are going to see that our friendship is back in business and i'll be clinging onto you for the rest of your life." sungchan pauses for a bit then sets you down and directly faces you with a look that a business ceo would have in an important meeting. "y/n, i know this may sound absolutely fucking bonkers after not speaking to you for over a year but i think I've fallen for you. and i know this is a bit late and a bit rushed but can you please be my date but not as just a friend."

your mouth was forming a perfect circle, you didn't have to look in the mirror to even know that but once the words that came out of sungchan's mouth drilled their way into you head and found their way to you heart you found yourself staring at his lips not knowing that the words "can i kiss you" left your own.

a single nod, not even a word is all it took for you to pull him into a passionate desire filled kiss. it wasn't long but you felt as if you had the world and more by your side after that.

"now, get your heels on y/n. prom king and queen are gonna be announced really soon." sungchan says and he props your heels down signalling for you to wear them.

sungchan was right. prom queen and king were being announced as you two entered the hall hand in hand walking over to your group of friends.

"so..." yuna starts "are you two dense idiots fucking dating now."

"not fucking, just dating." sungchan says untangling your hands and pulling you in by your waist, you don't mind it at all, in fact it felt natural to be this close with sungchan.

"i told you it would happen today." jisung says as he nudges jeongin.

"i said it would happen soon so technically we both win." jeongin bites back a jisung.

"nevermind that. the votes are rigged. i swear we convinced everyone that sungchan and y/n should be voted as prom king and queen." lisa commented staring daggers through the current prom king and queen on stage.

"not really. i think i'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest." you reply with an eye smile facing towards lisa.

"nope, you'd be the prom queen if running was a contest." sungchan suggests looking down at his suit and your matching prom dress.

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[anton-luvr]

can you write riize's reaction to you hugging them randomly? ty ilysm 🥺

# WHEN YOU HUG THEM RANDOMLY ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; here u go anon! thank u for requesting and ilyt <3

# SHOTARO. - he's always smiling, but when he suddenly feels the warmth of your body against his back and your arms around his waist while he's washing the dishes, he smiles impossibly harder. giggles and has to gently pry you off of him because he doesn't want the soapy dishwater to get on you, promising that he's all yours to hug once he's done.

# EUNSEOK. - he was minding his own business reading the newest novel he bought when you suddenly jumped into bed with him and hugged him tightly. he chuckles in confusion as he asks what you're up to this time, because you're always up to something. even though he doesn't believe your "nothing!", he hugs you back anyways <3

# SUNGCHAN. - he's busy folding the laundry when you wrap your arms around him, and he drops the sweater he was folding immediately. will literally jump up from his seat, holler a "YES! CUDDLE TIME!" before carrying you bridal style into the bedroom where he'll smother you in cuddles and kisses.

# WONBIN. - he plays it cool when you suddenly hug him while he's watching tv, but the warmth of your body on his makes his cheeks burn while his heart races a mile a minute. it gets so loud that you have to sit back up and ask him if he's okay, his cherry red cheeks and the flustered smile he offers you already giving you an answer.

# SEUNGHAN. - he immediately has his arms around you too when you wrap yours around him, giggling as he peppered soft kisses all across your face. he hugs you tightly, making sure you can't escape, and you have no choice but to stay in his arms for the next hour, the both of you giggling like silly lovesick highschool students in bed.

# SOHEE. - he sees this as a golden opportunity, and he has to take it. he'll dodge your hug and move away, bursting out in laughter when he sees your surprised frown. "i was just joking, come back!" he clarifies later on, chasing after you to return the hug you wanted to give him. once he does so and kisses you sweetly on the cheek, all your grumpiness fades.

# ANTON. - he gets so shy!!! it's like you flipped a switch when you hugged him because his face is now bright red. gets even more shy when you tease him for it, hiding his face in his hands. but once you get up to move away, he's quick to protest with a "no, don't go!" and asks you to continue to hug him. even though he becomes the color of a fire hydrant when you do so, you kiss him on the cheeks and call him your cute boy anyways <3

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[i520u]

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highschool!gyuvin x fem!reader 、masterlist

book one 【 star-crossed 】

SYNOPSIS -͟͟͞☆ gyuvin tells himself that he’ll be okay, and losing friends is a part of growing up. he firmly believes that having to move schools in a different city was the universe telling him to try again. he then meets you, and he hates you. he knows he should be thankful that you saved his life, but every time he sees you, he gets annoyed.

GENRE -͟͟͞☆ social media au, fluff, enemies to lovers, comedy (attempted 😿), angst, sfw, maybe slow burn, pining

FEATURING -͟͟͞☆ zb1’s gyuvin hanbin ricky gunwook yujin matthew, riize’s jung sungchan, aespa’s ningning winter karina, boys’ planet’s jeonghyeon kamden

WARNINGS -͟͟͞☆ profanities, kys jokes, kms jokes, substances abuse, drug abuse, underage drinking/smoking, mental illness jokes, etc. warnings will be stated in each chapters!

PROFILES -͟͟͞☆

y/n’s friends

gyuvin’s friends

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Each and every fanfic i love to read, xikers + riize combined

(•) XIKERS

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— ot10

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(•) RIIZE

— shotaro

Someone special – @anton-luvr

fluff, suggestive, friends to lovers

— eunseok

...

— sungchan

...

— wonbin

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10:06 pm – @anton-luvr

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— sohee

...

— anton

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Fluff, established relationship

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11:49 pm – @anton-luvr

Fluff

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fluff, sentimental

— ot7

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Fluff

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Fluff

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Fluff

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Fluff

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[jaetyun]

20cm (twenty centimeters)

jock!keita x fem!reader

genre: fluff! (slightly suggestive at the end and a little sprinkle of angst)

wc: 15k

highschool au, keita is in rugby, (one sided) enemies to lovers, reader is kinda a bitch (she gets better!), there’s plot holes, it’s just very silly, keitas a lil slow, reader is super tall, slow burn if you squint, even though it’s a songfic the lyrics are unrelated, happy ending!, no pt 2 probably

synopsis: keita would describe himself as a down-to-earth guy. he stands around 165, and has overgrown darkish brown hair he's been wanting to cut since may. he enjoys his rugby teammates and coffee. he likes cooking and cats, and he dislikes reading and homework. new entry on his dislikes: you.

a/n: it’s FINALLY out 🫶🫶 so much love went into this and there’s so many ideas that got scrapped but i hope it’s good anyways!

"did you hear..?"

"didn't someone say..?"

"i was told.."

keita had always disliked rumors and found them a waste of time. he had himself to worry about, not a student he had only vaguely heard the name of prior.

"did you hear someone was moving?"

"didn't someone say shes like 6'5?"

"i was told she was friends with half the students here already!"

these whispers were no different. who cares if there was an incoming student? sure, she might be tall. but is that enough to occupy someone's time? it seemed like all his friends were consumed by this newfound knowledge, constantly looking around the hallways for an unusual skyscraper. although the boy felt out of touch with the constant buzzing news, once he hears it keita always ends up unsatisfied.

"c'mon, you act like she's a celebrity" he rolled his eyes, slamming his locker shut before turning to beomgyu. he was met with a shrug, trailing behind his friend as they strolled through the halls. "i'm just happy theres finally someone taller than hanbin." keita nodded along. the constant knocking on the door frames by the basketball boys was always irritating. no matter how tall you are, that ritual is reserved for annoying 13-year-old boys. "maybe sungchan will finally get humbled." he mumbled to himself. The two captains were always grouped as a unit, along with the football (soccer) and hockey captains, much to keitas dismay. almost exclusively hanging out with them proved to be quite chaotic, where keita was left scolding them for their outbursts.

he hadn't noticed how deep in thought he was until he crashed into beomgyus shoulder, stumbling back a bit. "hey! why'd you suddenly stop-" keita hadn't gotten the chance to finish his thought before he looked up, joining his friend in his frozen state.

there, walking into the class next to theirs, was an unfamiliar face. actually, scratch that. they didn't even get to see her face. her head was obscured by sheer *leg*. nevermind humbling the basketball boys.. beomgyu visibly gulped in surprise.

"well. there's the new student I guess.." keita scratched his head, unsure of what to say. "yeah." was all beomgyu responded, walking inside their next period without another word.

☆...★...☆...★...☆

it wasnt long before the class came to an end, and all the students piled out one after another like a pack of animals. keita quickly maneuvered past them, making it to his locker perfectly in time to make it to his next class. only one problem. well actually two.

a pair of legs blocked his path. keita had the top locker, and the one on the bottom remained unoccupied for as long as he could remember, so hes never had issues getting to his until now. he had assumed whoever was there must've gotten mixed up, since theres no *way* someone would purposely block him.

as his eyes trailed to see who they belong to, his eyebrows quickly furrowed in discontent. "my lockers right there" he calmly stated, pointing to the area behind you. you put a hand on your eyebrows, pretending to look around before peering at the girl next to you. "you hear something minjeong?" winter shrugged, digging through her locker a bit more. under all the piles of expired coupons for makeup brands, surely her binder would be there. "knock it off. just cause he's short doesn't mean he's invisible." you did the same for her, looking around sarcastically. winter laughed at your antics, hitting your shoulder.

ah yes, winters friend group. there was practically gorilla glue that stuck their phones and makeup brushes to their hands. keita had always been around them, since they usually ended up in rotation dating a member of the rugby team. he couldn't find himself liking any of them, which only worsened your appeal to him. he scoffed, pointing to his locker. "can you move?"

"or what? why'ya in such a rush" you finally acknowledged his presence, though once you did keita wished you'd gone back to ignoring him completely. the way you looked and talked to him as if he was a child utterly *irked* him. he took a deep breath, stabilizing his anger. "look. i just need to get my notes for my next class. and you're in the way of my locker." he spoke clearly and slowly, purposely over-explaining. somehow this seemed to satisfy you though, as you ruffled his hair and moved closer to winter.

"why didn't you just say so? isnt it easier to just use your words?" you cooed, peering over to winter to earn a giggle out of her. now, this had never been something keita had experienced before. being one of the all-star athletes of their grade, people went out of their way to not pick on him. and even if they did the whispers were quickly silenced after the first game of the season. so this kind of behavior was completely foreign to the boy, leaving him dumbfounded on how to respond. he furrowed his eyebrows, not appreciating the way he was the butt of your jokes.

"don't touch me."

"ouch! the boy bites" you pretended to wipe the hand on your jeans, acting as if keita was some rabid dog that just gave you a disease from his metaphorical bite. winter seemed to find this hilarious, elbowing you with a mean grin.

"pick on someone your own size!" she sneered, clearly meaning it back-handedly as the pair walked away giggling.

keita balled his fists, feeling his blood boil. he swore, in all his past interactions with minjeong she was never this bitchy, and the sight of the new winter made him huff out in frustration. is this what it felt like for all the kids his friends had teased throughout the years? this shit blows! maybe he should've listened to all the anti-bullying campaigns from jr high...

☆...★...☆...★...☆

keita was unimpressed but not surprised to see the same torso resting on his locker the next day, though he didn't lose his rationality last time he can't guarantee the same today.

as soon as the two of you made eye contact, you began yawning in boredom. it only took a split second for you to come up with a new callous comedy routine, tapping on winters locker door. "we gotta hurry, we're on a time crunch." you said, no sarcasm laced in your tone. you began tapping your wrist as if there was a watch on it, making winter furrow her eyebrows in confusion. and keita doesn't blame her, he would've thought you were being serious too had he not seen the glint of mischief in your eyes. "what? why?" she looked over to you, noticing the boys presence and scoffing out of amusement at the new context.

he turned to you, now deciding to stoop to your level in terms of petty insults. "what happened to pick on people your own size? the basketball team is just waiting for you." hes sure you've heard the 'you should join basketball' or 'you should join volleyball' about a thousand times before, and his theory was proven correct when he saw your eye twitch. "you know, you seem like a sports person too! i know exactly which sport you play"

did you know? you could tell he was a jock! maybe this is the part where you finally start respecting him as a person, showing human decency! he knew he misjudged you, or maybe you were just in a bad mood the other day. it doesn't matter now, now keita feels comforted with the fact that at least he can wear with pride his apparent 'sports person look'. he cleared his throat, a proud grin on his face as he looked up at you. "yeah? you know what sport i play?"

you nodded, glancing at winter to wait for her cue to leave before continuing. "of course i do!" you smiled, starting to take steps away from his locker to match your friend's walking pace.

"its mini golf."

☆...★...☆...★...☆

"what's wrong kei? you've had a scowl on your face since you've buckled your seatbelt." his frown deepened, slumping into the passenger seat.

"i do not!"

"do too!" beomgyu added with a snicker, peering from the backseat. heeseung quickly yanked him back, putting beomgyus seatbelt on for him. the four of them, sungchan included, were on the way to a random burger joint as per usual. last week it was the mall where they convinced heeseung to buy the biggest dildo in the spencers aisles. the week before that it was the skate park where beomgyu brought a scooter because he didn't know how to skate.

with rugby seasons coming up, this would probably be the last time keita tagged along before the group became busy with their sports. october was always a hectic month for all of them, and he would've felt like shit if the last moment he had with his friends was of him complaining about some girl.

"what's wrong? seriously, you can tell us anything bro" sungchan continued, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on keita's knee. he gave keita a comforting squeeze, causing the boy's sour look to soften. "... well. y'all know the transfer, right?"

the other three nodded, all having their tidbits to add.

"yeah the tall chick"

"shes pretty cool"

"winter and yunjin's group, right?"

keita clicked his tongue, his nose scrunching at their nonchalance about her.

"why? you got rejected by her or something?" beomgyu snickered before getting hit by heeseung, mumbling something about asshole and salt into the wound.

"what? no! she's a total douchebag."

a moment of silence hung in the car as the boys looked around each other, gauging one another's reactions. it wasn't long before the three burst out into laughter.

"im serious! y/n is such a-"

"is she a jerk or are you insecure?" heeseung wiped a tear, hitting keitas shoulder.

keitas mouth faltered, losing confidence in his conviction. sungchan hummed an agreement, both hands on the wheel. "she's pretty funny man, you just gotta not take her seriously."

keita straightened up in his seat, folding his arms over each other.

"she has no business making those kinds of jokes."

"or maybe you need to loosen up a bit"

keita looked out the window, sighing softly. maybe they were right. maybe he was just a little sensitive about his height and you weren't doing any harm! yeah, he's sure that's it. he just misjudged you. wait... he's getting a sense of deja vu.. nono! this time is different. keita was positive it wouldn't be long until he started viewing you the same way everyone else did.

☆...★...☆...★...☆

strolling to his locker, keita kept trying to tell himself it'd be fine. things were different now! he was sure talking to you with a different attitude would change how you both viewed one another.

when he approached the two of you again, he replaced his usual frown with a neutral expression.

"it's the all-star athlete!" you clapped as if you had been waiting for his entrance. keita felt reassured by the fact that you didn't have something snarky to add this time! things really would be different.

"we should go to one of his games" winter added, barely looking their way before returning to her locker. seriously how is she this unorganized? you responded with a shrug, shaking your head slightly. "i dunno, i'm not a huge fan of golf."

golf? winter and keita exchanged a confused glance before looking back at you. keita was about to correct you when it seemed to dawn on him their bickering from a couple of days ago. he felt his eye twitch involuntarily, oh, you are *such* a bitch.

he tried to rationalize with himself. you're just joking! take it easy! but if they're just jokes how do you know exactly how to get under his skin??

keita balled his fists again before pointing at you with narrowed eyes. "why don't you come to watch my actual game this friday? don't come apologizing to me after you see the scoreboard." he shot a tongue through his cheek. he's not sure why he loses his rationality every time you come into the equation, but he just couldn't help the way he walked toward his next class without even bothering to open his locker.

you looked over to winter with an amused expression. "he actually plays a sport?"

"yeah, rugby."

"is he any good?"

"arguably the best player."

you sat in silence for a second, calculating in your head what to do. once winter slammed the door shut, you started walking with her, a smirk now emerging on your face.

"let's buy some tickets then."

☆...★...☆...★...☆

the gates to the stadium were flooded, and you could barely find your friend group, even with you towering over everyone.

beomgyu was the first to spot you, sneaking up on you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"yo! i didn't know you'd be here smelly"

"i'm not the one with major B.O. here" beomgyu laughed, teasing you with a couple of pats on your arm. he then paused, dropping his smile and smelling his other pit before shrugging.

"i'm not the one that has my head literally in the clouds," he said, pointing to your head to emphasize your height.

"i'm not the one with my head metaphorically in the clouds" you flicked his forehead, raising your shoulder so his arm would naturally slip off of it.

just as he was about to respond, winter and yunjin quickly joined the both of you hand in hand. "you ready?" you asked, showing your phone with the ticket opened. winter joined you in the action, dragging yunjin around as she raced inside the stadium.

once you met up with the others, you sat down in between sungchan and aisha, the only two people who could balance your height in between them.

"what's the occasion? did minjeong come here to show you all her exes or something" aisha was quickly hit lightly on the arm at the question. the statement seemed harmless. something you could've easily played off. but for some reason, the question had you flushing and hiding your face with your hand. winter stuck out her tongue, managing to make her voice ring above the laughing.

"you wish! she's here for keita!" you hid your face even more, unable to act cool when the wave of embarrassment hit you. sungchan furrowed his brows at the revelation. "kei??"

"por favor?" winter responded, doubling down on her claim. sungchan shook her head, reaching over behind him to talk to her. "no, that's his nickname you idiot" you snickered at the two, taking note of the abbreviated name.

"oh.. yeah! gigantic y/n here was gushing about it!"

"was not!"

you were met by a wave of teases from everyone around you, which proved to be overwhelming with the 10+ voices all chanting insults. suddenly you felt someone shaking your shoulder aggressively, yanking your attention from the growing red on your face.

it wasn't that big of a deal right? i mean, sure you were here to watch keita but it didn't mean anything. you were only here on account of all the bluffs you had heard from the man himself. so why did it feel so awkward to admit where your motivations were?

"look, your loverboy is on the field~" aisha whispered, snapping you back to reality. you pouted, mumbling a retort even with the way your eyes began darting for him.

"you know, keita um.." you peered over to heeseung, who had surprisingly been quiet throughout the game. "he kinda well.." he seemed to not be able to finish his sentence, his stammers only increasing when he noticed your confused face.

"he hates you." beomgyu finished the thought for him, causing both you and heeseung to sigh in sync with one another.

"i dunno what i'm doing wrong! i treat him the rest of you and the reactions totally different" you huffed, crossing your arms while shaking your head. beomgyu decided to keep talking, despite heeseungs expression.

"it's cause he's an egomaniac"

there was a pause, letting you process the new information. your eyes suddenly widened, before you point at him.

"that would make sense! wow, you had a coherent thought! since when did you use your brain?" beomgyu stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry at you. aisha shoves his face out the way, replacing it with her shocked face.

"what do you mean it 'makes sense'?? i thought you had a thing for him??"

you quickly shook your head with a frown. "i'm here cause he invited me." beomgyu and sungchan exchanged a confused look, both hesitantly looking back at you. "did he?"

you nodded before continuing. "something about showing off to me. minjeong, back me up here!" she took a couple of hard blinks, trying to load in her brain what you just said. "oh yeah! i wasn't paying attention to you two, i tend to tune your arguments out"

she looked over to the field, clearly focused on a specific player. following her eyes, you naturally drifted to watch the game. the corner of your lip curled in amusement at your perfect timing, watching as keita crashed into the floor and scored a try, seemingly with ease. the boys in your circle all began to rise out their seats, roaring and cheering while chanting his name. he looked over to the energetic crowd, giving them a quick thumbs up before running off to their next formation.

"i might have to steal your loverboy," aisha said, shaking your shoulder again. she was clearly in a trance, making you softly scoff at the way her eyes seemed fixated on the boy. you weren't jealous in the slightest! honest! she could have him if she wanted. sure, the try was pretty cool, but so what? he still hated you anyways.

"god, you look like keita with that frown" sungchan teased, giving you a lighthearted grin.

"whatever. i'm gonna go get some stadium food. wanna come?" you hummed the question, standing up and stretching your legs softly. sungchan rose with you, giving the other guys a thumbs up before walking off with you.

☆...★...☆...★...☆

as keita approached his locker, a proud smirk emerged on his face. he crossed his arms while he waited for you to notice him, eagerly awaiting your reaction.

the scoreboard of the night was 45-27, a good 15 of those points were thanks to keita. you watched the whole night with your eyes glued to him. you had even memorized his jersey number; keita was 17.

"so?" his eyebrow was raised, his question ringing through your ears. you went home that day promising to yourself you would not speak of it. to his face, at least. the last thing you'd want do to is join his fanbase at your school (which consisted of aisha after the game)

"so?" you repeated at him, acting clueless as to what he was insinuating.

"you know what i'm talking about."

you shook your head playfully. "no.. i don't. you gotta use your words, big boy"

his lip twitched at the name. he was *not* a child, and why you seemed to still have that narrative even after watching him tackle with as much energy as he could muster irritated keita beyond belief.

he sighed, knowing you wouldn't entertain him unless he played along with you.

"the rugby game. 'm guessing you were there?"

"what's it to you?"

his confident stature faltered for a second. he.. hadn't thought of the scenario where you hadn't gone. if you weren't there.. that would've ruined absolutely everything. that night keita fought so hard for *you*. even if it was out of spite to prove you wrong, every single point he scored he imagined your shocked expression. he had imagined beomgyu and sungchan gassing him up. he thought about ryujin and minju giving you a disapproving glare, asking how in the world you could berate someone like that. like *him*. if the reality was you were chilling at home, netflix turned up while he was busting his ass on the field...

he stuttered, suddenly losing eye contact with you.

"you at least heard about it... right?" he mumbled the last part, despising the way his voice began to lose all power it had before. that's always what happened when he was around you. all the authority leaving him and rendering him powerless at your sly remarks. winter interrupted the two of you, peaking from behind her locker.

"we were. y/n was the one that dragged me there" you lightly hit her arm, whispering something keita couldn't pick up on. reassured, keita continued.

"you take back what you said?"

"about what?"

"you know.. about the mini golf" he muttered, now extremely embarrassed. he hadn't realized how.. immature he was until now. keita didn't have a deep hatred for golf or anything, so why was he so offended? why did he want to impress you so badly? he crossed your arms, leaning against the lockers with a smirk. "you want my praise?" keita scoffed, acting as if you were unbelievable. he rolled his eyes, looking at you to spew bluffs before his eyes softened at the eye contact. okay. maybe he did...

you shook your head. "i never said you weren't good NPD." his eyes furrowed at the new nickname. what's.. that stand for? if it was another hidden short joke he felt he would've exploded on the spot. you laughed at his expression, patting his hair before gesturing to winter you were ready to go. "you impressed me, see you around."

☆...★...☆...★...☆

"what's NPD?"

heeseung laughed curiously at keitas sudden question. looking up from his computer. "narcissistic personality disorder. why? you got a health project?"

silence clouded the boy's mind for a second, everything becoming a haze. it didn't take long for fury to fill every inch of his body. from the ends of his fingertips to the strands of his hair, keitas mind went blank with rage.

"that BITCH!" keita suddenly slammed his fists on the table, disrupting their study hall period. the teacher gave him a look, to which keita only sheepishly smiled. he turned to heeseung. "i'll tell you later"

once later came he had pulled his friends (beomgyu and sungchan had decided to tag along against his wishes) away, deciding they needed to eat off campus for lunch today.

"sung, what's NPD?" he asks the same question to his friend, making sure to get a consistent answer. "NPD? isn't that narcissism?" keita grits his teeth. so it was true.

"that stupid ass-"

"did someone call you that?" heeseung cut him off, knowing better than to let keita rage out in the car.

"i swear when i see y/n again i'll-" beomgyu burst out laughing upon hearing who was responsible for the new name, unable to control the roars of laughter erupting from his lips. keita rolled his eyes, but said nothing in defense of the teasing comments.

"wait wait wait.. y/n said you had NPD?"

"i'm *not* narcissistic!" the glances the other 3 shared said otherwise, making keita straighten his back defensively. "when have i ever done something narcissistic??" they all glanced at each other again, unsure how honest they can be.

"i mean there was that one time during basketball practice you-"

"that doesn't count! hanbin was *asking* for it."

"okay, well what was the context before the nickname" keita huffed put; recalling the memory in his head. his pout then changed into an open expression, his mouth falling agape when he connected the dots. "okay well, that was a different story! it's was-" he was interrupted by beomgyus giddy laughter again, listening as he began clapping hysterically.

"this is too good" gyu had choked out to heeseung, making the corners of his lips curl into a smile as well.

"you think she got the nickname from what you said at the game??" sungchan teased, hitting beomgyus shoulder lightly. keita glanced between the two, his lips thinning into a frown.

"whaddya say?"

"he called you an egomaniac" keita looked at beomgyu with an unimpressed expression, waiting to beomgyu to defend himself.

"i'm just saying man," beomgyu shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the death glare being sent his way. "you invited some girl that you think hates you to watch you play so she'd stop hating you?"

"that doesn't make me narcissistic."

"okay, what was the full conversation?" beomgyu continues to instigate, even with everyone else's silent pleas for him to stop. gyu was pretty much the only one immune to keitas bitch face, which results in beomgyu usually being the one getting bruises from him. even with beomgyu being in hockey, his muscular strength was far outweighed by keitas kicks to the shin.

keitas mouth fell agape, just now reflecting on his actions. he glanced away, biting the inside of his cheek softly. "i wanted to hear her say i did good.."

"an egomaniac *and* a praise kink??" heeseung quickly covered beomgyus mouth to stop him from spewing any more bullshit. keita was once again left defenseless, a situation he felt become more and more commonplace the longer you stayed. if a magic genie came up to him right now, his three wishes would be to grow 20 cm, make beomgyu less annoying, and zap you from existence altogether. the longer he knew you the less tolerable you became. seriously, not one redeeming quality! how is that even possible? the cherry on top was how everyone seemed infatuated with you.. how did you even manage that? sure you were pretty, but all that you had going for you. frustrated, keita suddenly lost his appetite for lunch that day.

☆...★...☆...★...☆

keita would describe himself as a down-to-earth guy. he stands around 165, and has overgrown darkish brown hair he's been wanting to cut since may. he enjoys his rugby teammates and coffee. he likes cooking and cats, and he dislikes reading and homework. new entry on his dislikes: you.

or would you fit under enjoys? he wasn't sure anymore. it seemed so strange to him he'd consider that as a possibility. there's no way you'd be an enjoys! he can hardly say he enjoys your presence and to say he enjoys your attitude is a *gross* overstatement, so why did he miss you when you were absent today?

walking to the lockers felt empty without anticipating your sly comments. it felt strange that he missed it. he should be relieved you were sour of his daily routine, even if it's just 1 time. but this 1 time his frown was even deeper than all the other times before it.

“where’s y/n?” he asks winter directly, who shrugged in response. "contrary to popular belief: we are *not* attached at the hip. she barely tells me anything." his eyebrow raised in amusement, suddenly curious. he was also curious by the way winters usual time digging was cut in half. it was strange why she was in such a rush...

"than why is she always next to you?"

"she makes me carry her shit for her" she groans, leaving keita to presume it's probably a peeve for the girl. "why she doesn't use her locker i dunno! all i know is my locker is filled to the brim with random sticky notes from her bag."

it suddenly dawned on keita he had never questioned why winter took forever at her locker past she was unorganized. and he had never considered the option that you hung around winter often because she was your errand boy. retrospectively, everything seemed to make slightly more sense. he opened his mouth to continue his stream of questions, but winter rolled her eyes.

"do you only have y/n and rugby in your brain?" keita was about to argue back, but he quickly found he couldn't. he really.. didn't think about much else.

"i have someone i wanted to talk to you about. related to both those things." his eyes rose in confusion. how are those two subjects even linkable?

winter closed her locker, leaning against it with her arms folded. she gestured for keita to come closer, holding back a laugh when she noticed they were the same height. she spoke lowly, as if this was some big secret, even with the way she had already told half the kids in the hallways before keita.

"i'm throwing a party post-game, assuming you guys win. it'd be rude not to invite the team." keita had a specific face when he was confused or about to ask a question. one that with enough time around him was easy to recognize. almost always dating someone on keitas circle, winter had become accustomed to the expression.

"yes, y/n is invited."

"i wasn't gonna ask that." keita shot back, joining the girl in her folded arms.

"then what was your question."

he cleared his throat, his body physically relaxing the longer they held a conversation. "want me to pass the message to the team?"

winter nodded.

"yeah, sure. i was gonna do it myself, but it might be easier for you. see you around NPD" she gave a half-assed wave, walking quickly and joined with minju rather than y/n who was typically tailing behind her.

his teeth grit at the continuing of the nickname. though it wasn't as annoying coming out of winters mouth, it somehow made him even angrier. how that works, keita himself wasn't sure. but he just found a new reason to do well at the game.

confronting you at the party.

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"does this look pretty on me?"

"why? you tryna impress keita?"

you rolled your eyes, holding a fist up threateningly. "you didn't answer my question."

yunjin took you in for a second, trying to find the best response.

"you'll end up impressing more than just keita" she winked, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a relieved sigh. pouting, you sat down next to her and glanced at the closet winter had locked herself into.

"why do you guys think i'm so obsessed with that guy anyways?"

yunjin looked at you as if you were crazy, lightheartedly chuckling. "you guys are basically a couple at this point."

"are we?? or do you just want to see me tied down"

yunjin scooted closer to you, placing her hand on your shoulder and facing you directly.

"yeah. cause i text my friends for advice on new nicknames to call a guy when i have no interest in him" you met her expression with an eye roll, though you didnt retort. no matter what you responded with you would only end up digging your hole deeper. winter saved your ass, waltzing out with a pencil skirt and a low-cut shirt. "you have to admit NPD is pretty funny" yunjin waved you both off, checking her phone.

"whatever, it's almost time. people should be pouring in any second."

winter joined the two of you on her bed, leaning her head on your shoulder when yunjin began tuning the two of you out in favor of all the stories she hadn't checked.

"first public school party, you ready y/n?"

"is it like the movies?" winter laughed at your innocent question, debating between lying to you or not. "only if you're with the right crowd" she went with lying! it's easy to tease you when you were clueless about public school and how it works.

"one thing though.." she started, looking at you to see if she piqued your interest.

"pregame is always the best part"

you tilted your head curiously. "what's pregame?"

yunjin put down her phone, quickly humming in response. "it's when people take shots before the actual party. as prep. minjeong memorized the usual people by heart at this point."

you nodded along, taking note of the words "usual people". ....was keita one of them? fuck! you did it again! you stood up from the bed, shrugging as you walked towards the stairs. "someones gotta open the door for them." you reasoned, walking through the open doorway and exiting winters room. it seemed as if they were waiting for you, with the way the entire rugby team came flooding into the living room the moment you had gone down one step.

"yo! winter send ya out here to entertain us?" one of the guys questioned, gesturing for you to come join them. you shook your head, now rushing down the steps. "nah, just have good timing i guess."

they all seemed to be carrying booze packages, placing them lazily on the dining room table. you watched silently, holding the fact that they resembled worker ants to yourself. the same one that called to you from before spoke again, now sitting on the couch. "why'ya here so early?" he asked the question with a hum, crossing his arms as he started to get comfortable. the other boys were quick to follow, and soon the entire coach and the seats surrounding were all occupied. you waltzed over next to him to answer the question with a shrug.

"i live right next door. wasn't a long walk."

"is that how you know minjeong?"

"you could say." he frowned is disdain. your answers were so direct and short. as if you were expecting the conversation to end every time you opened your mouth. he wasn't gonna give up though, instead, he tapped the armrest for you to sit on. you did reluctantly, making sure to keep space between you two.

"if you live so close why didnt you go to our school till now"

"i went to a private k-12. you wouldn't know the name." keita had been sitting on the other end of the couch this entire time, though he faked a sense of aloofness. even though he wasn't even glancing your way, his opened snapchat that he hadn't tapped in minutes telling you everything.

"i'm realizing i don't know anything about you."

"and i plan to keep it that way."

"why?" you could see keitas head perk up, eagerly waiting the answer. you instead slipped a bottle into the guys hand, giving him a teasing smile.

"drink if you want to ask any more questions. i'm not giving away my info for free." he glanced down to the bottle, fidgeting with it in his hand.

"jiung, dont. you're our designated driver." the dude next to him put a hand on the boy's shoulder warningly, though his palm was quickly shaken off.

"fuck it. keita can be the new driver."

only then did you decide to pretend to acknowledge him, making a small gasp before waving. "NPD! what's up, i didnt notice you" you walked over to his side of the couch, crouching down so your elbows were on the armrest rather than sitting on it.

"was it not clear by the fact that the rugby team is here?"

"ohhhh, that's who these guys are! hey, congrats on the game" you gave him a half-assed smile, watching closely as he swallowed the insults urging to leave his lips.

"you don't sound very sincere"

you smiled again, this time more genuine. "i guess it's cause im not surprised you won." he raised his eyebrow back at you.

"what? is this a compliment im hearing?"

"i wouldn't say *that*"

he clicked his tongue in response, nodding slowly.

"of course you wouldn't CHD."

he had a shit-eating grin on his face, unable to hide his proud expression now. you tilted your head teasingly, dropping the volume in your voice noticeably. "what does that stand for?" he leaned closer to you, clearing his throat before dropping his voice too, muttering in a voice barely above a whisper. "chronic. hater. disorder" you grin at him, opening your mouth to compliment his creativity until jiung interrupted the two of you.

"if i chug the whole bottle how many questions is that?" you perk your head up, making a small humming noise as you think of an answer. "15."

he pouted, looking at the bottle then towards you. "there's definitely more than 15 sips in here."

"that's why sips don't count."

he gave you an unreadable look, but before jiung could connect the bottle to his lips some more people came flooding in, officially starting the party. you turned back to jiung, smiling at him softly. "you're outta time, maybe if you find me again we can continue" you have him a small wave, walking back up to winters room. keita let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in. he wasn't sure who to be frustrated at, but all he knew was he needed to tackle someone to get his rage out again.

as the night continued and more people joined, it became increasingly hard to find you. annoyed, keitas willingness to be sober decreased by the second. he huffed out, trying to find sungchan beomgyu or heeseung in hopes they could bring him to his senses. his mood only soured as he watched winter and sungchan throw themselves on each other. well great. guess he's gonna see her more often.

that was his final straw. and with the final snap, he stormed over to the kitchen, yanking out a solo cup from the package and walking over to the jug (dispenser thing idk what they're called). once he walked over to the booze station, keitas frown deepened even more upon seeing your face. before he could even pour any liquid into his cup, he found himself compressing it into his balled fist, making a loud crunching noise with his tear and rip made into the plastic material. he opened his palm, letting it fall out of his hand. it took everything in keita to not begin screaming at you the moment he recognized your features. instead, he turned around and quickly ran to find beomgyu.

"why did minjeong let those creepazoids come in early?" you complained, shifting around uncomfortably. ever since you left jiung with the bottle and a challenge you had been pulling your skirt down uncontrollably, memorizing every face in every room you entered. you had hoped he wouldn't show up with an empty bottle. you had hoped he hadn't already memorized what questions you asked. and you especially hoped keita wouldn't end up the designated driver tonight. yunjin shrugged with disinterest at you. you could tell from the way her eyebrows furrowed she wanted to call you absurd for your behavior. "they give us free drinks. we haven't had to buy any in a *long* time." she grinned, handing you a cup and opening a can to pour the beer into it.

"underage drinking? i'm disappointed yunjin."

"you'll get used to it preppy." she teased back, drinking the leftover liquid in the can. you glance down at your hand curiously.

a red solo cup. just like in the movies. you had sworn you dreamed about them on the days leading up to your enrollment. you figured this was just another myth. a trope that has been long dead when it comes to real-life practice. it's interesting though, good things usually never come from these things. still, you took a sip. the bitter buzz of the alcohol made your throat burn and it felt as if you were drinking acid. it tasted utterly disgusting and yet you go back for another taste. yunjin smiles at you, hitting your shoulder lightly. "you'll get used to it."

her face sours as if she had just eatten a lemon, contracting into a look of discomfort.

"looks like you haven't either"

"i'm a lot closer than you are." you both laugh. a dry laugh, one with no joy or humor. it was empty noise as you kept glancing beyond yunjin, watching if one of the rugby guys stumbles in to give you that same shit. yunjin watched silently, unsure of how to help comfort you. "go find keita." her sudden demand caught you off guard.

"what? why?"

"if you tell him what's going on he'll tell them to knock it off. they'll listen to their captain a lot more than some chick." she smiled, gesturing to the door. you smile back at her, ruffling her hair lightly. "thanks short stack."

"i'm actually one of the tallest girls here" she flips you off on your way out, making you both laugh. a genuine one this time. one without that same emptiness.

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it didnt take long for you to find keita. he sat at the same spot on the couch, where they last talked. you sat down next to him, not even making eye contact before speaking.

"can you do me a favor?"

"why should i?" he also doesn't look at you, drinking from the beer bottle in his hand. you turn to him, and for the first time, showed him vulnerability.

"you're the only person i can ask about this..."

he pauses for a moment, taking another sip.

"let's see what great things youve done to earn a favor from me:" you gulped, watching the fury start to burn in his eyes.

"your nickname for me is a narcissist. you've made comments about my height so often my friends have started giving me shit for it. you mocked the fact that i was an athlete. you've made me late to class half the time. i've become a joke to my entire social circle. but at least you congratulated me for my game." he finally turned to you, his elbows resting on his knees with a wry chuckle. "oh wait. you didn't even mean it."

"what's your problem?"

"MY.. problem?? i should be the one asking you that." he stood up, pointing at you now. he finished up his drink, placing it on the table before gawking at you completely appalled. you furrowed your eyebrows at him. why was keita making such a big outburst? you genuinely couldnt understand what was wrong with him. "it's my problem you're a bitch now?" you stood up too, narrowing your eyes at the boy. you leaned down to get closer to his face, whispering lowly. you mustered up the scariest expression you could, and the most intimidating tone you could manage.

"what did you just say to me?" you saw the way his eyes could barely focus on you. it was as if they had been glazed over with the pink tint. throwing him over your shoulder, you sighed and began marching over to find one of the captains. even though he didn't thrash around like a child, it didn't stop his loud complaints. "put me down! what do you think youre doing asshole?! get off of me!"

once you located an equally wasted beomgyu and heeseung, you quickly threw keita from off your shoulder and placed him down in front of them. they didn't seem to ask questions about the predicament... not that they had a chance to anyways. keita huffed, sending daggers with his glare.

"you guys need to take care of him. he's a little drunk right now"

"i guess it's my problem you're a coward who can't handle being called out."

this entire day he seemed to be egging you on, seeing how long it took before you got genuinely angry. and you're not sure it's because of the drinks, the stress from everything earlier, or the insults themselves but something had *snapped*. you gave a fake smile to his two friends that shared a completely over it expression.

keita hadn't even gotten another word in before you politely excused the two of you and dragged him off to some hallway.

"you wanna talk? lets fucking talk." you crossed your arms, waiting for an explanation.

"let's start off with the fact that you hate me. i just don't understand why you're *so* rude to me"

"what do you mean?"

he scoffed "what do YOU mean? you've been teasing me since we made eye contact! you didn't even know anything about me before i was called names and mocked."

you gave him a couple hard blinks, seemingly coming to a revelation. as if a lightbulb had sparked above your head. "holdonholdonholdon-"

"im not finished!"

"you don't have to be." you frowned, grabbing his wrist and pushing him into the closest room to have more privacy.

"explain to me again why you don't like about the way i treat you?"

he did it again, slowly and enunciating clearly. even if he was pretentious, you always seemed satisfied when he talked slower. calling it "using his words". you blinked a couple more times, a genuinely confused face. not one that seemed to invalidate his feelings, or want to call him names. one that seemed to be missing information.

"is that... not how everyone talks?"

he also paused. keita blinked in sync with you now, completely at a loss for words.

"...HUH?"

"i asked yunjin and winter on how to act more like a public school kid and they both tell me everyone's mean and tease each other all the time."

.... WHAT?

so you were just doing it to fit in?? not to piss keita off? not because winter had a secret grudge against him and used you as her secret revenge? not because you're just a bitch....?

"is that... not true" your voice trembled a bit, worry written all over your eyes and brows. keita soften his tone, sighing out slightly.

"it's not far off" he muttered, a new urge to comfort you overtaking him. he guessed it made more sense in hindsight. with the miscommunication now cleared up, a million more questions now appeared in his head. he moved closer to you slightly, your horrified look rendering you unable to respond.

"it's just.." he thought for a second, looking up at you with gentle eyes for the first time since the two of you had met. you locked eyes and you seemed to find peace in each others pupils. "how come you're more harsh to me than anyone else?"

keitas question was met with silence, making him add more to the inquiry for context. "like my other rugby guys?"

your face soured at the mention of them, the uncomfortable reminder of jiung who was probably hunting you down with questions prepped. with your privacy about to be invaded and with another guy hitting on you. you laughed softly at keita, gently pushing loose hair behind your ear.

"i didnt even know any of their names before today. how was i supposed to know what to say to get them to react like you do?"

"like i do?"

"you're cute! the way you get angry and start heaving with anger makes me want to push your buttons more" you admitted, watching with satisfaction at the way he got riled up from that confession alone. he caught on, relaxing his shoulders and trying to wipe the grin off your face.

"you think i'm cute?"

you laughed louder this time, easing the tension in the room by a tenfold.

"if that's your takeaway."

"so you do! wahhh if you wanted to ask me out you should've already"

"as if! you would've gotten all aggressive on me like earlier."

"i wouldnt know, you haven't flirted with me like you were with jiung before the party."

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief.

"you think i'm into that guy?"

"actions speak louder than words" he threw his hands up defensively.

was keita actually being serious? you weren't even sure what the reason for these accusations were, but you were gonna make sure they don't continue. you slyly moved closer to him, lowering your head to his level.

"if you hadn't noticed you've asked about a hundred questions and i haven't made you pay a single tax. if i'm into jiung why is that?"

"cause i'm already wasted enough as it is." he replied, only around half conscious at this point. the longer you two talked and the closer you got, the more he felt his stare linger. the hotter the room suddenly became. the more kissable your lips seemed...

he exhaled quickly, nodding to himself. "*really* wasted.." you smirked at where his eyes were glued.

"me too." you whispered, trailing your sight down to his lips as well. his hand softly placed itself on your cheek, his thumb making circles around the cheekbone.

he could've sworn he had never felt this way about you before. keita had never once looked at you and felt attraction. what the difference was tonight he was unsure of. how irresistible you became was a question he'd never get answered. how much you seemed to be calling to him left keita speechless, unable to process even his own thoughts.

"fuck." now unable to hold back, he firmly pulled your face down and finally connected your lips, letting the feeling marinate for a moment. the sparks exploded and the little butterflies created fireworks in his heart. all the fairytales would've never prepared him for how dreamy a kiss while completely drunk would be. you stayed frozen, not even bothering to process what was happening. the more you thought about it the less it made sense so you decided not to think about it. enjoy the moment. even if it was temporary.

even with your dynamic, even with your reputations in school, even with the way *everything* would change after this none of it mattered. time froze. everything froze. and for this one period, you didn't have to think about anything else but the way your lips fit with each other like jigsaw puzzles, moving with one another's in perfect rhythm you could get lost in it.

*knock knock*

"is your uh, argument over? it got really quiet for a second and i just-"

you threw yourself off keita and he ripped himself out of your grasp by the shoulders. you both made eye contact for a moment, unable to process what had just happened. why it happened. how it happened. when it happened. it seemed... completely unbelievable. keita cleared his throat awkwardly, stepping over to the door.

"yeah. we've come to a middle ground i guess." he opened it, revealing heeseung who was awkwardly leaning against the wall.

"that's good! that's good.. me and beomgyu were worried how long you two would y'know.. be at it."

you joined in clearing your throat, adjusting your hair and top anxiously. as you approached the door, you turned to heeseung and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"keep an eye on keita. he was supposed to be the designated driver but..." you trailed off, glancing at him with heeseungs eyes following yours to keita who awkwardly shifted. you made eye contact with him again, patting his shoulder one more time before slipping out.

"how did you end up like this?" heeseung teased, wrapping his arm around keitas shoulder and escorting him out.

"it's a long story"

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that night was some of the worst sleep hes had in a *long* time

keita hadn't told anyone about what happened that friday, hoping to forget it himself. every attempt at purging the memory only seemed to resurface it though, which drove him insane. the more he thought about it the more he started to think about the conversation beforehand. you two had cleared up the misunderstanding that basically drove your dynamic up until this point.

he had no clue how to bring it up if you mentioned it. what would he even say? the more the thought about it the worse his headache seemed.

so keita figured he'd do what seemed like the most reasonable conclusion. pretend like he knew nothing.

your heart skipped a beat when you saw the boy approach his locker, his eyes glued to something on his phone. when he glanced up, you couldn't help the way you slid away from the lockers, giving him full access unlike normal.

keita had assumed based on your relaxed body language that you hadn't remembered. he does recall you both being drunk, so blackout wasn't out of the question. you grinned once he arrived, that smug grin that gave him a new pet peeve he didn't know he had until you.

"congrats on the game NPD." he rolled his eyes, not wanting to give into whatever scheme you had brewing. even though he cleared the misunderstanding with you, it didn't stop your usual high and mighty act. he wasn't sure if he was glad or not, but keita wanted to push his luck with you. how much more information would you give without hesitation?

"you're not blocking my locker today."

you nodded. "isn't that a good thing?"

"i'm just curious what changed suddenly."

"it's a little gift for winning." he closed his locker, binder in hand as you stared at you unimpressed. "bullshit." you out your hands up defensively.

"why don't you just use your locker?"

you furrowed your brows "hm?"

"i heard from minjeong you don't use it. you could save both my time and yours if you just used your locker." he rolled his eyes, already expecting the headpats you'd give him for over explaining. although he wasn't exactly fond of them he can't say they weren't already a part of his routine when i came to you. you thought for a second, hands playing with his hair as you thought carefully.

"which question do you want the answer to more?"

"second one. i'm just dying to know." he batted his eyelashes dramatically, even if he did genuinely want to know the answer that doesn't stop the sarcasm keita laced in his voice.

you removed your hand, gently pushing him to the side. "why i don't use my locker?" you patted the one below keitas. "why i block your locker?" you patted the bottom one again, letting him connect the dots.

".. is that one too short for you?" your eyes rose in shock, your face flushing in embarrassment.

"well when you put it like that..." you trailed off, glancing to your locker and then winter. "gotta go. see you anyways NPD!" you quickly added, grabbing her by the shoulder and dragging her away.

keita sat there in disbelief, the 2nd revelation about you also clearing up a *lot* of the shit you did that bothered him. so you had the one below him? he guessed it made sense why you chose winter to carry your shit for you then, hers was diagonal to yours. he watched the two of you walk off, trying to process all the new information he just received.

you on the other hand also struggled to process your own revelation.

"it's interesting," you started, causing minjeong to glance curiously at you.

"i always thought he only talked to me cause i forced him to. he always complained about being late. but this time, he's still late. and i didnt do anything" you were rambling to yourself, completely lost in thought. your friend laughed at your cute behavior. she hadn't ever seen you gush about a guy, but she couldn't deny how cute it was seeing the one guy who happened to catch your eye. her friend had good taste, she has to say!

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you were frozen in place when you saw keita standing at the lockers this time, leaning against them while waiting for you. when he spotted you out the corner of his eye, he pushed himself off, turning to face you directly.

"you know your locker code?" you gave him a confused look at his question, deciding not to ask.

instead you nodded wordlessly. he nodded too, sliding a folded sticky note into your hand.

"let's trade lockers. you probably think mine is too tall for me anyways" he frowned, earning a grin and snicker from you.

"i swear i've seen you on your tippy toes to reach your lock" he smacks you lightly. you only laughed harder at his anger, leaving keita to end up giggling with you. you were about to fuel the flame by adding more instigating words, but was quickly shut down by winter clearing her throat awkwardly, giving you a side eye.

you let out one last chuckle, facing keita as you shook the sticky note in your hand. "will do"

you opened the paper, expecting his combination. as you skimmed through the numbers, you realized there was too many for a combination. winter pointed at the paper, softly scoffing. "it's his number. whyd you need his number if it's just to switch lockers?" you shrugged, not understanding it yourself. not that you minded, quite the contrary. you slide the paper into your pocket carefully. yeah, that was *not* going out of your sight anytime soon.

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the following days quickly turned to weeks, the days blending into one another. the more time you spent together the more natural your new friendship with keita, even preferable to the one from before.

It was strange, you could've sworn you *didnt* remember keita being this funny. or thoughtful. hell he's everything you *wouldnt* expect. since you got his number you certainly haven't let it gone to waste, texting him everyday.

all of your friends took notice to how close the two of you became, but said nothing. everyone was too busy congratulating sungchan and winter! you weren't the only one making moves during her party, and now sungchan was commonly seen accompanying the three of you at your lockers. as you and winter would leave he typically lingered behind with keita.

"don't you think it's funny?"

keita looked curiously over to his friend, whose eyes were glued to the girls.

"since you've become friends you started complaining about her more." he opened his mouth to retort, but was left speechless. not like sungchan was wrong, and though it didn't end with keita calling you a bitch or screaming, sungchan could name the amount of times he has something nice to say with just his two hands. that reminded him...

keita pulled out his phone, scrolling down to your contact. 'CHD 🥱'. he was still quite proud of himself for coming up with it, even if it paled in comparison to you calling him a narcissist. keita mindlessly hit the block button for the nth time. it became so common your eyes widen in panic everytime he whips his phone out.

sungchan peers over keitas shoulder, chuckling lightly. "again?"

"she called my face one only a mother could love."

"isnt your mom-"

"nonexistent? yes! shes met both my dads before" keita rolled his eyes, huffing out at the memory. he quickly stopped his way to his next class, sungchan staggering behind.

thank god for rugby. he had to get his rage out somehow.

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any bystander watching the scene playing out right now would be calling the cops immediately. luckily, the neighbors seemed somewhat used to it. at the very least, they don't give enough shits to even step in themselves. you scoffed, pacing back and forth before walking back up to the window. you began banging on it, just like you had for the past 10 minutes.

"look i'm sorry for what i said but open the damn window!" you hollered, followed by the eerie silence. like you had been doing for the past 10 minutes, you crossed your arms and waited for a response. like the past 10 minutes, you were left with nothing.

you began whining, and *unlike* the past 10 minutes the window cracked open, just enough for you to hear his voice but not enough to do anything yourself.

"knock on the door like a normal person and i'll let you in."

"we both know that's a lie. now open up! i'm sweating balls out here."

keita frowns, sliding the frame all the way open so you could easily climb in.

"sweating balls? it's november!"

"and i'm hot??" you wiped the dust off your pants, stretching your now sore legs.

"you banged on my window like a psycho.. just to tell me you're sorry?"

you gave him a grin, finishing off your yoga. "and to tell you to unblock me!"

"so your first instinct is breaking into my home?"

you shrugged, sitting down on his bed as if you owned the place. he sighed out, but did nothing to stop your attempts to get comfortable.

"i didnt break in, you let me in yourself" you pointed to the still opened frame. you then pointed to keita, your eyebrows raised. "and it's not *your* home, it's pops."

"don't call my dad pops!" he spat out, rolling his eyes. you felt like a nuisance to him, like your entire life's purpose was inconveniencing him.

he still wouldn't trade it for the world, and he acts like a lost puppy every time you're absent. the one time you missed his game to watch sungchans with winter, his heart sunk into a deep pit reserved for you. he never.. felt this way about someone before. it always catches keita off guard when he notices how much he's let you get away with. like breaking into his house to ask for him to unblock you. he always chalks the way his tummy turned to the fact that you drove him insane, and not the good kind. the conversation had yet to prove the former wrong. he scoffed out at the playful grin your displayed. it's as if you never took him seriously!

"he loves it when i do that!"

"well i dont!?"

you clicked your tongue, hollering out lazily.

"pops! im home"

silence hung in the air for a moment, both of you anticipating quietly for a response. there was faint shuffling heard from beyond keita room, and before long there was a knock at the door.

"when did you get here? i don't remember opening the door for anyone.."

he peered from the doorframe, with only half of his torso and his head visible.

"keita and i were just hanging out is all" you smiled brightly to his dad, gesturing to the boy with your foot. he only nodded, deciding it's better a better conclusion than the reality. his dad hummed out, matching your bright smile.

"i'll make a snack for you guys" you quickly gave him a thumbs up, but keita loudly groaned.

"dad, i'm not a kid. i don't need you to make me a plate of apples" he frowned, which was met with a dramatic elongated sigh.

"you need to learn your manners! look at your friend over here, god. this is why i'm glad you and y/n are friends, she can teach you a thing or two" he mumbled, walking out and toward what you presumed to be the kitchen.

"manners my ass. you're anything but classy." you batted your eyelashes, framing your face with your hands. keita flipped you off, letting himself fall into the bean bag underneath him. you laughed, rolling over in his bed in a fit of laughter.

"this is what i'm talking about! you're such a slob" he threw his arm out to point to you, but his complaints were meaningless amongst the sound of sheets rustling under you. he stood up, pulling your leg quite literally. "get off you'll give my bed fleas"

"what? isn't this your dream?" you teased, turning around to face him. keitas entire face flushed. what the fuck does that mean?

"having a hot chick just *waiting* for you" you wiggled your eyebrows, placing one hand on your hip and the other hand holding your head. he climbed onto the bed, hitting you lightly in the chest.

"as if. this is *your* dream to be on my bed right now"

you raised an eyebrow. keita didnt even have time to point out the fact that you had now shuffled out of his sheets and sat down properly.

"you're not denying i'm a hot chick?" you tilted your head, grinning. keita mirrored your gestures, putting hands on his hips. "you're not denying this is your dream?"

you lifted up your hand as a threat to punch the boy, your lips forming a frown. he held onto your wrist, ranking you closer so he could mutter something intimidating to your face.

as his mouth fell open, the door to his room did too.

"i got some-" his dad fell speechless once his gaze rested on the two of you and your.. comprising pose. keita swore it wasnt weird! absolutely nothing intimate. not until his dad entered the room. you both awkwardly cleared your throats, adjusting yourselves. you were met with a slow nod, the plate of fruits being your saving grace from eye contact.

"well i'll um... let you teens get back to that!" keitas dad coughed, ripping the produce away from your eyes as he closed the door behind him.

now you and keita sat in the hanging tension, hands on your knees as you both politely sat. he coughs, and you clear your throat. nothing. you suddenly stand up, "this looks like my cue to leave.."

he furrowed his brows.

"nonono, you can't break into my house, make fun of me, roll around on my bed like a dog, and then leave at your earliest convenience. i still havent even unblocked you yet."

you pointed at him before you turned around, trying to pry the window frame open. "you don't need to. i was just gonna text you dets for minjeongs party, but..."

you trailed off, facing the boy again with a half assed smile. "now that your confession is out, i'm scared i'll rizz you too hard!"

"cut the bullshit." he gave you an unimpressed look, and you sheepishly laughed in return.

"see you at 8?" be waved you off, watching carefully as you stuck a leg haphazardly out of his window. you gave him one last salute, stumbling as you landed on the other end. he sat there expressionless, slowly following as you begab running off.

he had noticed that neither of you denied other claim. why wouldnt he? he didnt *think* he liked you like that. i mean sure, you we're pretty! like.. really pretty. stunning even. but keita knew better than anyone else how rotten your personality truly was. so why was he still staring at the spot where you disappeared? it made no sense. if he really didnt care for you like he claimed, hes not sure why he spent so long thinking about you. why his heart starts racing when your close. why he kissed you at a party...

holy shit.

this couldnt be. when the fuck did keita develop feelings for you?! how the hell did this happen?? this cant be real... this isnt real!

he thought back to all your interactions and if seemed to hit him suddenly. he had *always* liked you. your teases couldnt be any closer to the truth.

keitas room seemed to spin under him, his mind completely dazed. everything was spiraling, he should- he has to- he wants a-

he sat himself on his bed, the only way he could stabilize himself. keita took a deep breath, recounting everything up until this point.

its no wonder he was so sensitive to your teasing. nor is it a surprise he craved your validation so bad. and he guess it made sense why you were always on his mind during rugby games.

well, looks like he found a new motivation to win the game this week.

to confess to you at the party.

☆...★...☆...★...☆

keita could hardly say he was surprised when he showed up to see you already there. just seeing you in person was so.. much different now.

nothings really changed. you're still y/n. the tallest girl in school, and the new student. he was still keita, the captain of the rugby team.

all of it wasnt out the ordinary, but *god* was it so different now.

almost anything made his tummy turn uncomfortably. like he wanted to vomit but all that would come out would be sparkles and rainbows.

the party had already started, and the music blared so loud it rang in his ears. he put his hands over his ears to muffle the noise. he needed to concentrate for his mission. his mission being that he *needed* to find you. keita wandered around aimlessly, peering at every which way like he was playing where's waldo.

and then he spotted you.

it seemed to hit him like an iron door. your beauty. oh my god, you were gorgeous. loss for words doesn't even scratch the surface of how keita felt in that moment, but he knew he was on a mission. there's no way in hell he's going back now, even if you did look like *that* while on the dance floor.

"y/n.."

you smiled when you spotted him, seizing your dancing to walk over to the boy. "wassup hot shot! congrats on the game" you patted his shoulder in approval. "i bet all the other teamed tremble in fear at your name" you were acting different from usually. you're a lot.... nicer than usual.

he's not sure how to feel, or wether it's a scheme to hurt his pride or not. he then peers down to your hand. a red solo cup. you became nicer when you're drunk, who would've thought.

"i wouldn't say that"

"wow, is NPD being humble right now?" you raised your eyebrow, laughing. your laugh was a lot cuter than he remembers, and his brain seemed to fog just at the sight of your smile. you ruffled his hair, beginning to take a few steps back. "holler if you need me!" you wink before disappearing into the crowd. his lip twitched into a frown, biting his cheek as he watched the body of people move to the song.

you were always sneaking your way around, flowing from place to place at your earliest convenience.

before keita could begin walking back toward you he felt a tap to his shoulder.

"another rugby dub!" he dabbed up sungchan with a grin.

"basketball dub too, i heard you guys won!" sungchan laughed, nodding in confirmation.

"it's all thanks to hanbin though, he's a madman in the court." keita suck in through his teeth, nodding wordlessly. hanbin, the hopelessly kind knight in shining armor who was equally as basketball as he was in academics.

every girl that's rejected keita has been because of him. and honestly, he couldn't blame them.

"speaking of him, i havent seen him anywhere."

"you've been looking for em?"

sungchan nodded, now glancing around in an attempt to scout for the other boy.

"it's cool, i'll find him for you. i gotta give him my own congrats anyways." keita patted sungchans arm, giving him a thumbs up. the basketball captain had always been sort of like a dad to keita and their whole friend group, so he almost always had shit to be worrying about in any social gathering. keita would be glad to take some weight off his shoulders, even if it was just trying to talk to one of his team mates. the sigh of relief sungchan let out only confirmed his suspicions, and the thumbs up of approval was all the confirmation he needed.

he could find you later, keita had a new temporary mission.

the first place he decided to check was the kitchen, where all the liquor was. if hanbin was there, score! if he wasn't there, he might as well get himself a drink.

keita shrugged, not caring much for the absence of the basketball player. oh well, more time to decide which drink he’d pour himself. he decided on the mystery beer in the jug, he trusted his team to make a good concoction! once he had it poured into his red solo cup, keita swiftly exited, spotting hanbin talking with someone right next to the kitchen.

he could only see the back of their head, but he wasn't paying much attention to notice it was you. all he noticed was the surprisingly casual outfit hanbin has on. his letterman was lazily open, showing his plain white tshirt. his baggy jeans were clinging onto his legs effortlessly and keita had to admit, hanbin looked ethereal even under the lights of the dance floor the next room over.

"hanbin!" he looked over, his eye smile subtly fading now that his conversation was interrupted. you turned you head around to see who called his name, giving keita a small wave when the two of you made eye contact.

of course you were here. you're always everywhere keita went. he couldn't escape you even if he tried, and the worst part is he's now realizing he doesn't want to escape. he *wants* you to be wherever he goes, and he wasn't sure how to process it.

"i heard you crushed it in the basketball game, nice man" keita nodded, taking a sip from his cup.

okay, note to self; don't trust your team again. he wanted to spit it out the moment he tried it. you noticed his reaction, gently taking the cup and taking a sip yourself before handing it back to him.

you now both shared the same expression. though the taste seemed to be a muted thought in keitas mind now. an indirect kiss? you? just indirectly kissed him?

"yeah well, it's all thanks to this one" hanbin laughed, gesturing to you. that seemed to sober keita up a bit, his curious eyes now bouncing between you two. you shyly laughed, giving a small wave of dismissal.

"after i saw you in the crowd i knew i couldn't embarrass myself" hanbin smiled with a shrug. so you went to the game? i mean, keita shouldn't be surprised. your friend was dating the captain, of course you'd be there.

he couldn't help but frown at hanbins comment, the eerie similarity to keitas mindset sending shivers down his spine. he hadn't processed that you could be motivation for anyone else. you *shouldnt* be. they'd only be getting their hopes up.

"i heard about you and had to see it for myself," you nodded

oh?

oh.

so he guesses they wouldn't be getting their hopes up after all. who was he kidding? it's sung hanbin we're talking about here. mr perfect, of course you'd be impressed by him.

"i didn't realize you guys were close"

"we watch your games together!" hanbin chimes.

it was weird, keita didn't remember mr perfect being this passive aggressive. he could barely get a word in before hanbin dismissed keita entirely to talk to you. sure, hanbin was probably into you, but did he have to act like that?

"its so crazy what you can do with your height, right y/n?" you gave hanbin an unsure look, nodding hesitantly.

okay, so keita wasn't overthinking.

"i mean, just look at you two next to each other! what is that, a 20 cm difference?" you frowned, pulling keita closer to you defensively.

in the beginning of the year, you probably would've laughed with hanbin, maybe even fueled the fire a bit. but things are different now. instead, it was hanbin giggling to himself. it was so odd, keita could've sworn hanbin was a nice dude with no mean bone in his body. and he could've sworn you were an asshole with no nice bone.

"i'm not that tall" you politely chuckled, trying to dismiss him. "she's 180" he added.

hanbin smiled meanly, the same way you did a couple months ago. "what? i thought keita was 160?"

you smiled, shaking your head firmly.

"he's 165."

"i didn't know knowing your friends heights were so important." he put his hands up defensively, no longer snickering. "does that mean you know how tall i am?"

your face softened, but your grip on keita didn't. he took another gulp of his drink, watching carefully.

"you look like your the same as me. 178?" hanbin nodded excitedly, giving you a high five.

"see, we really are friends then!"

keita was used to girls being into hanbin more than him. he was hardly surprised with how short tempered he was versus the patience hanbin always had. but for some reason, it seemed to sting a lot more with you.

maybe it's because you flirted with hanbin while holding onto keita. maybe it's because he was gonna confess tonight. maybe it's because he didn't think your type would be gentle guys like hanbin.

maybe it wasn't, and maybe that's why hanbin was being more callous than usual. so many maybes, it made keitas head hurt. he couldn't keep engaging in the conversation, he had to get out before he spiraled any further. he slide his way out your hold, making a lousy excuse before walking off with a sigh.

when he was finally alone, keita had a chance to catch his breath. he sat in a random hallway, the same one you and him had been in last time. the idea of you wanting hanbin instead was all he could think about.

it was worse than jealously. keita felt.. envious.

envious of the way hanbin could easily take any girl in the school, and he just happen to pick out you. envious of the way you seemed to replace him, going to the basketball games instead of his. and when you were at the rugby games, you weren't there for him. it was for hanbin.

envious of the fact that you two looked perfect together. envious of the fact that your relationship with hanbin didn't start out rocky.

and before he knew it, keita was crying. the beads rolled down his cheek slowly, and he didn't even bother to wipe it. instead, he just crouched down, pouring his face into his arms.

god was he pathetic. this was supposed to be the best night of his life and instead he was sobbing in the corner of a hallway. he had just won a rugby game, and the last one of the season! he should be having a cheers with jiung, a bright smile on his face. instead, he sat with a half full red solo cup filled with mystery liquor next to him. the only noise you could hear was it's soft fizz, and the muffled hiccups and sniffles.

"NPD?" your voice rang from the entrance of the hall, but keita didn't bother to look up. he's already ashamed of himself, he couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd feel if you saw him like this.

"NPD! where did he go.." you trailed off, your voice changing in volume because of proximity.

you took one last look around the narrow path, finally spotting him.

there he was, hunched over and shaking. you felt your heart shatter at the sight, he looked so.. fragile.

"kei.." you called to him softly.

he glanced up, holding his breath when you made eye contact.

hanbins letterman.

you were wearing it. he bit his lip to stop the whimper he almost let out. you began walking to him slowly. he began panicking, standing up and roughly smearing at his face as if you wouldn't find out he was crying.

once you had move closer to him, you firmly held onto both of his hands to stop the harsh scratching at his face. without saying a word, you replaced it with your own hands. your fingers were cold against his warm cheeks, sending shivers down his spine. you exhaled out, just barely grazing your thumb under his eye. the ghost touches were ticklish, but slowly he felt the tears stop pouring out from him eyes.

you breathed again. "nobody else should see you like this" you muttered, letting him go to search for a place somewhere more private. you were being.. scarily comforting right now. keita had a hard time processing that the same person who broke into his house was finding a place for him to cry without his reputation being shattered.

until you gripped his wrist, throwing him into the same room you did last time. nope. definitely the same person.

you dragged him like a rag doll onto the bed. and for the first time, he saw genuine anger in your eyes.

you had never once gotten mad in front of him before. annoyed, sure. unamused? all the time! but never irritated.

he watched silently as you began ripping the jacket off of yourself.

"that dick. making us seem like we're closer then we really are." you cursed out, just loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough that it was clearly an internal dialogue. "i mean, we just sit in the same area! i didnt even notice him there" you continued, rolling the sleeves off carelessly.

"and then he mocks you?? in front of me?" you approached the bed, crawling until you sat on keitas lap. you tightly gripped his chin, making him gulp. all the gentle ghost touches are long gone, and he's sure there'd be marks after tonight.

you lean closer to his face, the angry glint in your eyes.

"nobody calls you short except me." you said lowly, closing the gap between the two of you. keita yelped on surprise, gripping into your shoulders to sturdy himself.

so much was happening right now, it made the boys head spin in confusion.

so he decided it was easier not to think about it. the girl he likes is currently on top of him kissing him like a starved man. he hardly has room to complain.

he whimpered quietly when you pushed him backwards, making his back flat with the bed while you were hovering on top of him.

"wait- wait- too fast-" he breathes out, trying to catch his breath.

"you.." he pointed to you weakly, watching you heave on top of him. he then pointed to himself, uncertainty written all over his expression.

"like..me?" you nodded, as if this was blatant and he was an idiot for not realizing sooner. "i thought it was obvious when i kissed you in the exact same room."

keita blinked. you remembered?

"wait- i thought you forgot"

you tilted your head, the previously furious expression now replaced with slight annoyance at worst. "i wasnt *that* drunk npd"

"so you knew both of us liked each other.. and said nothing?" you shrugged "i was waiting for you to make the first move."

he blinked, his eyebrows furrowed. you're always so confusing, logic seems to be thrown out the window when it comes to you.

"i'm a girl y'know! we like it when guys are bold" you rolled your eyes, your arms now crossed. he laughed at how silly you were, tension he built up in his entire chest being released with his small chuckle. soon it went from a chuckle to a full hands clapping laugh. you look over at him, your face now red with embarrassment. "don't laugh!"

he seized his giggles on your command, his hands now coming into your shoulders. although his eyes were still puffy, you much preferred how he looked when he was happy.

"well, looks like you'd made the move now." he said with a grin, pulling you back down to hovering over him. his arms snuck their way around your neck, pulling you toward him one last time for one final kiss.

one without misunderstands. without confusion. one that finally seemed like a closing. everything was settled now, and there was no doubt in keitas mind.

you were made for him.

☆...★...☆...★...☆

you were talking with winter, your smile a lot brighter nowadays and your shoulders a lot more relaxed.

"what happened to the real y/n? what'd you do with her?"

you laughed at sungchan. "i'm not sure what you mean?" winter closes your locker for you, directing all your attention to them.

"see the real y/n i know wouldve said.."

she looked at sungchan, and as if they telepathically communicated, looked back to you and said in sync.

"he finally has a reason to be a narcissistic" the three of you laughed, though you were rolling your eyes at them.

before you had a chance to retort, keita had already approached the lockers. you routinely took a step back, letting him squat down to get to his lockers.

"i heard someone aced his test?"

"what! that was supposed to be a surprise!" he huffed, glaring at sungchan who innocently batted his eyelashes.

"i was thinking about getting you a treat. i realize it's a been since we've had date night anyways" you said with a shrug. he gave you a grin, taking his books out.

"just for a 100? if i knew i'd get a treat if study for every test.” he stood up, going on his tip toes to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"ew! cover my eyes" winter whined, taking sungchans hand and using it obscure her vision. earlier on the year, keita would've found it annoying, unbearable even, that she was so close with one of his closest friends. but after a *lot* of convincing from both you and sungchan, he can say he's content with seeing her more often now.

he had to say, it was more fun that they were both taken. even if it took him a little longer to finally seal the deal, it was all worth it in his book.

you ruffled his hair, turning back to him. okay, worth it unless you're doing *that*.

"that seems like our cue to leave, you think NPD?"

he frowned, taking your hand out his hair and intertwining it with his fingers instead. "we can have normal couple names y'know.." he whined.

you laughed, giving his hand a small squeeze. "what, don't you'd think it'd be weird for me to call you baby?"

"no! it's cute."

you blew a raspberry in disapproval, waving him off.

"NPD is more accurate, you're anything but a baby."

"even if i'm short?"

"i'll blame pops on that one" you laugh, walking with him to your next classes. he groans, giving you a middle finger.

"stop calling my dad pops!"

winter smiled, watching the two of you fade into the background. "she's grown up so much" sungchan grins, interlocking their hands. "c'mon mom, we're gonna be late" he laughs, escorting her the other way.

and for the first time since the school year started, you had walked to class without winter next to you.

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˗ˏˋ 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑶𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 ˎˊ˗

[ summary ] > two rival bands from the same university compete head to head to see who will rise to popularity first, hatred booming between the groups, oh except for the two lead singers, they’re like secretly in love with each other or something. 𓆜

[ genre ] > highschool!au, band!au, fluff, romance, band rivalry, enemies (not really) to lovers, forbidden love?? 𓆜

[ warnings ] > cursing, enha and nmixx are kinda annoying with their rivalry😭, cliche (im basic) , jake and yn being vv obvious abt their love, cuteness overload 𓆜

[ extras ] > nmixx , enhypen , sungchan (nct) , brief mentions of other idols 𓆜

[ author’s note ] > starting new and fresh and hopefully with better writing skills 💀 haewon is yn’s fc and jinni will be included in nmixx!! 𓆜

[ taglist ] > @haew0nz @adr1an4 open! 𓆜

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𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 > 001. ur such a silly goose

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• Candy Hearts Collab - @127-mile​

Prompt : “I came to say goodbye.”

Genre : Angst, Fluff, kinda Slow-burnish?, Slice of life, highschool + college AU

Pairing : Sungchan X Reader (Ft. Jeno)

Warning(s) : mentions of bullying and injury (like one scene only), unrequited love, mentions of slight anxiety, hormonal shifts, language, minor character death

Writing nets : @kdiarynet​ @k-dinernet​ @kpopscape​ @czennienet​ @neoturtles​

Taglist : @eh-ovo-nctu​

WC : 9.7k

Summary : What people hated the most is the very word ‘goodbye’. However, it’s the very word that becomes something that you yearn to hear from Sungchan for years.

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The sound of the rain was supposed to calm you down, not make you even more anxious and sweaty and you sat with your legs firmly pressed against each other, hoping to fill in the lack of company you were feeling amongst the swarm of people who perhaps shared the same dreams, same aim as yours. Public places as trains, trams, bus stops; you always thought they portrayed as the perfect definition for the word ‘sonder.’ Each individual having a life pretty much as complex as yours — sometimes a little less or sometimes a little more. It fascinated you.

“Do you think the trip is worth it?” Lee Jeno, your best friend of quite a few years puffs his cheeks as he stared dubiously at the red and white poster he held. You took a peek at it, the amount of times Jeno had been pestering you if he should really give up the money he had saved for PS5 as a sacrifice for this trip, it was safe enough for you to say that you had every words printed on it memorized. Well, maybe not every words but the main stuff at least.

“Lee Jeno,” You sharply gawked at the male sitting beside you, earning an ugly grimace from him. “Stop it already. I don’t know about you but I ain’t passing this chance.”

“Wah, what a nice friend I got.” You failed to notice the dramatic eye roll he makes before shoving the poster in his backpack, the one he had been using since the first day you had befriended him. Was it 5 years? 6 years?

“Are we five years or six years?” But I met him on that bookstore down my neighborhood, that was like spring of 2017 and now it’s 2021.

The male let out a snort.  “If I am a five year-old then you are definitely still inside the womb.” Even though he was smiling with that ‘innocent eye smile’ the evil smirk sheathed beneath went unnoticed by you. No sooner had he opened his mouth, a fresh harsh smack landed on his arms that were clad in a filmsy material of cotton and thus a silent yelp of pain escaping from him as he grabbed the area which was starting to sting with each passing second. The smack, albeit meant for him, you were unable to ignore the similar stinging pain in your palm, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. But you made sure to show absolutely no signs of distress; it was somewhat a matter of childish pride for you.

“Change your career aim from a perfumist to an assassinator will you?” If it were the campus grounds, you two would have already been latched at one another throats; both metaphorically and literally.

“I will gladly not.” You huffed at the male whose eyes held a scornful gaze, now even more annoyed or perhaps, as you would think most of the times, he was just exaggerating. You found yourself mindlessly scrolling through your gallery in search of the recent notes from Mr. Kim’s classes. Until you stumble across something you had been long avoiding, a forlorn fragment from the former days of your high school.

“Here lies the proof of my utmost love and affection, always devoted to my only Y/N.”

It was a picture of you smiling way too bright, cheeks and nose flushed red while being squished by the only male in the frame as he pressed a peck against your cheek. His neck was craned to the side, ripe ears clearly visible in the small Polaroid film. As much as you hated to admit, your heart would still make flips and turns whenever you run into something that reminded you of him, your very first love and first heart break—Jung Sungchan.

Jeno was too busy in his dreamland as he dozed off with his head resting peacefully against your shoulder. It was no new news that the lad had been immensely in love with you ever since the first time you saved him from getting bullied back in 9th grade. However, you were always too busy with your academics and extra-curricular activities and thus clearly drawing a line of only being friends. Nothing else. It happened when Jeno had finally mustered up the courage after excelling in his Maths Olympiad, where he made a bet that if he indeed secures a place in the top 5, you have to abide by anything he wishes for. But he wished for your love, something you were not really capable of doing so; especially at that time. You did not have the heart to say no when Jeno jogged up to you, his eyes transforming into crescents as he smiled wide. “I did it!” His words came out rather breathy, possibly because of him running to you, and maybe because how hard he could feel his heart thump against his ribs when he noticed the proud grin on your face. Without wasting any moment further, Jeno lets go of the white banner of achievement he had been holding, his hands now focusing on yours. You could almost feel the slight tremble and the wetness of his sweaty palms, but before you could even say anything he beat to you by saying, “Go out on a date with me. Only one.”

There were numerous times when you felt guilty about turning down Jeno. At times it had you baffled that why a guy like him would ever bother liking you so much. Jeno was incredibly talented; gifted with unfair boon of genius traits in both academics and athletics. His little version of him always demeaned his abilities, often failing to notice that how much more he was rather than just a quiet kid who loved coding and maths. Maybe perhaps that was the very reason for him to face the bullying, at least that’s what you thought when you first noticed him getting cornered by some stupid idiot dipshits from your class during recess. Jeno’s ID card lay discarded on the ground, as Kihyun grabbed its owner by the collar. You could not understand his reason for not fighting back, and thus being a silent spectator was never your thing so you decided to butt in. As much as you equally hated and liked one thing, boys seemed to get kinda wary of your presence. Especially boys like these who were already in the blacklist of the teachers. It did not take them long to pick their asses and run from the site when you glared them with a threatening gaze, a single word from the class president and they would get suspended yet again for the umpteenth time in the year. You crouched down to Jeno’s level, carefully handing him his ID. You did not bother asking him if he was okay, of course he wasn’t. His face showed signs of previous injuries, the purple hues of bruises slightly fading beside his jaws. You still don’t know why but you felt the need to protect him from his solace, thus leading to this inseparable bond of yours.

But that was a version of him that was long forgotten. Jeno had become the star and face of the school in the last years of your highschool. Acing various quiz competitions, Olympiads, getting highest grades, being the captain of the soccer and basketball team; you were sure God really had His favorites.

You were not surprised when Jeno brought you to your usual favourite—candle shop. It was a hidden gem in your hometown, a small secluded shop located just a few miles away from the metropolitan. Not everyone was aware of its existence until that one day you decided to act rebellious for once in your school life. Of course dragging Jeno into this so called rebel act with you. The date was rather casual, just two friends messing around with wax and chemically named perfume essences. The shop was owned by a lady close to your grandma’s age, and it still makes you wonder how on earth was she able to keep up with the hollering you two were making. No matter how much you convinced yourself that maybe you could give the boy a chance, and perhaps feelings might grow on you later on; you could not make yourself cloud your rationality with the uncertain possibilities. You confessed every single thing that had been on your mind and Jeno just calmly listened to everything you uttered. You could clearly see the expression of hurt washing over his face, but he knew you. He knew that once you had made up your mind, there was no going back. The night did not cause any indifference in your friendship; it bloomed with each passing years of your middle school and then highschool. You two had become the infamous bestfriends, the once timid boy then all buff and handsome and the once spotlight lover girl then buried in her textbooks to pass the college entrance exams.

Throughout these years of teen, the candle shop had become a constant place for anything to you both; sadness, comfort or just enjoyable times. Until that one day when you met the grandson of the lady who owned the shop. Make a guess who it was.

When people spoke of their first heartbreak, you always cringed at how they exaggerated. Technically you never experienced one, so it seemed ridiculous to you that how was it possible to a simple break to cause others this much pain. You were shocked, no scratch that. Using fancy words, you were utterly bewildered when you saw the new transfer student—Jung Sungchan was the name, standing on the makeshift podium of your classroom. Thank God the architects decided to stick to keeping the height of the room above eight feet. You had changed drastically, contrasting your previous bubbly persona, you had become more reserved. It was just you being ambitious about something you had grown to like, and after some backstabs from your friends, you did not feel the need to have so many around you. Just Jeno being there for you was more than enough.

It would be a lie if Jeno did not sense the subtle looks you had been sending over to the new guy, but he was in no place to object you. It had only been a few moments of Sungchan’s arrival and Jeno already sensed his position in your life being threatened. He knew you were a saint who always looked out for others, and something about his presence made Jeno feel wary. Jeno did not need any of the privileges he had, all of it he owed to you after all. It was you who brought the best out of him, and in the end if he has them all but not you, it wasn’t clearly worth it to him. You preferred unpredictable things; it was what he learned about you in all your years of friendship. How you would always choose mystery thrillers over typical rom-coms, how you would always vouch for the new dish in the menu every time you both visited the local barbecue house. And he knew it was impossible to be one like that, it was just typical Taurus things (as he would like to blame) that made him too practical, too predictable for you. But, you never thought like that. It was just that even though you wanted to, you couldn’t make yourself grow romantic towards the boy you always shared your oreos and ramen with. He held a dear place in your heart and life.

Sungchan was immediately welcomed to the family, the girls already swooning over his good looks and amazing grades. Plus icing on the top, he was the half-brother of the infamous Jung Yoonoh, the heartthrob of the whole school, from juniors to seniors. While Jaehyun was the typical definition of being that one dude we always see in rom-coms who is loved and admired by all for his too humble personality and ethics, Sungchan on the other hand was more of a quiet one, often too shy properly open up his orginal self around new environment. Despite that, he was naturally amiable just like his brother, a trait that perhaps ran in the Jung household. Unlike Jaehyun who was presumably born with good brains, Sungchan was a hardworking one. Sungchan tried to settle down the queasy feeling he had been feeling ever since he moved back here, now that Jaehyun was always busy in Seoul with his medical degree someone had to look after their aging grandma. Sungchan was never really a part of any group, so leaving behind his school back in the city was not that painful for him. The atmosphere of the whole campus was pretty soothing; the bushes of neatly trimmed trees, big huge playground and the ochre shaded building. He liked all of it, and to top it all the uniform was really his style: solid crème and dark maroon combination.

When Sungchan stood awkwardly in the middle of the classroom, clearly clueless as to where he would be seating since all the seats were occupied, a soft voice called out his name rather eagerly. His eyes scanned for a while until he saw you; dark hair tied up neatly into a ponytail with a pencil in your hand as you waved him to notice the empty seat beside yours. Sungchan smiled at your sweet gesture, his out of place feeling now subsiding into the warmth of the possible blooming friendship.

“Hi there, I am Y/N.” You chirped, wiping your left hand before bringing it out for him to shake. Sungchan froze for a while before he realized what he was supposed to be doing. “Oh! And this is Jeno!” You turned slightly towards your best friend sitting just behind you with his famous eye smile.

“Hello, I am Jung Sungchan.” He returned the gesture shaking both your and Jeno’s hand. Whilst Jeno had the feeling of roughness and athleticism in his, your hands were warm and soft; it felt nice he thought. That was the first impression of yours to him: ball of sunshine. And your impression of him? Reserved and unpredictable; a combination that only meant chaos and imbalance.

Sungchan side-glanced at your fumbling state. Seating next to him you in the front row, you skimmed over your not so pleasant looking notes that you had scribbled anxiously in the prior night. Public speaking had never been a big deal for you once you get adjusted to the audience after going up on stage. However, it is the pre anxiety session that just always riles you up.

“You know,” Your head whipped a bit too fast to your liking at the voice belonging to the only male that sat beside you. “I’ll show you a trick. Here.” Sungchan proceeded to softly place your trembling hands on his, cautiousness apparent with every move he made. Even though you both had been seatmates for the last three months, you never found yourself involved in any sort of skinship with him; something that was really common for you and Jeno. The look of fluster was way too obvious when Sungchan softly rubbed various shapes on the back of your hand with his thumb, you were unsure if he was actually helping you ease from nervousness or just increasing it further. It had quite been a while since you had your hands caged in his, both of you completely unaware of the looks you had been getting from your senior teachers seated in the neighboring row. The moment was cut off when your name was announced from the stage by a senior, requesting your presence to commence your speech. Sungchan slowly lets go of your hands, mumbling a soft ‘best of luck!’ with his hands now fisted as an act of verbal encouragement. You eyes wandered around the crowd for a while before locating your best friend who sat miserably beside the homeroom teacher, really closing to dozing off before noticing your presence and copying Sungchan’s gestures.

The bus paused, Jeno still deep in his slumber despite the harsh jerk of the vehicle stopping in its tracks. You sighed, he must have probably been gaming the whole night with his roommate Donghyuck again. You nudged softly at first, the lack of response later than causing you to shake him vigorously by his toned arms that barely fit in your palms. Jeno instantly sprinted up with wide eyes before softly muttering a curse at your cruel way of waking him up.

“I was definitely right about you being a torturer in your previous life.”

“Sure you were. Get your ass off the bus now.”

You parted your ways with Jeno on the campus ground, him heading to his coding facult while you headed towards the chemistry club room. Apparently a newbie was supposed to come today from the US. It was odd you assumed since US had much better facilities for students majoring in chemistry. You glanced at your figure on your way to the room, wondering if the ripped jeans were a good choice as a first impression. You just disliked the idea of leaving off bad impressions, even if you are never going to meet the person again until your next life. Jaemin, another close friend of both you and Jeno smiled widely at your entrance, waving his hand as he pointed the seat next to him enthusiastically. Jaemin and you were basically clones of each other, the leos inside of you both shinig at its best whenever you two are together.

“I don’t understand why move back here from THE United States.” Jaemin dragged out the word, scoffing silently as he handed you a cup of iced Americano. You were about to sip before pausing. You could not have possibly risked your stomach again after that one fateful day when you tasted ‘his type’ of iced Americano. This dude legit gulped down eight espresso shots with a satisfied hum, horrified looks painted on your and Jeno’s features as you both just stared at him in utter shock.

“Please not the poisonous drink.” You eyed the male suspiciously, who scoffed at the nickname.

“Of couse not little baby.” Jaemin cooed with his lips puckered and an annoying high pitched voice, purposefully pinching your cheeks a bit harder than he usually does.

 “You little moth-”

“Hello guys, I am Sungchan. Nice to meet you all.” Your heart dropped at the familiar tone of voice. He isn’t possibly back again after leaving without any traces, without a single goodbye, is he? You did not dare to look at his figure standing in front of the table, awkwardly shifting in your seat while Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Hello, Sungchan.” Sulli, your senior by 2 years and also the president of the club greeted him warmly. “I hope you like it here because adjusting to a new place might be hard at times. Oh, these are your classmates; Y/N and Jaemin.”

Sungchan immediately looked in your direction at the mention of your name, his eyes equally wide in surprise mirroring your previous reaction.

“Y/N?” He called out in a rather unsure tone, just like his movements the cautiousness was also present there. “It’s been……a while….”

“Yeah, indeed.” You had a visible change in demeanor, Jaemin finally grasping the tense situation before jogging up to the male.

“Hi there, I am Na Jaemin. You can call me Nana if you want.” Jaemin put his hand out as a formality, to which Sungchan politely complied. “There’s a seat there you can sit.” Jaemin was luckily wise enough to occupy the empty seat beside yours without knowing the turn of events. He motioned Sungchan towards the seat diagonal to you, sensing the discomfort in your posture he assumed it was best if Sungchan sat somewhat further.

Concentrating on the yearly planning for the club was harder with his presence; Sungchan unable to hide his obvious lingering gaze on you. Jaemin would cough every now and then, signaling the male to focus on the club president’s instructions instead of you. But as his usual self, Sungchan pretended to not notice the clear hints, continuing keep his eyes locked on yours. You were barely able to note down some important events, knowing that Jaemin certainly cannot be trusted with his short time memory. After that president bids her farewell to everyone present in the room, you take it as your cue to just flee as soon as possible from his reach.

“Y/N, wait!” Sungchan was quick to grab you just as you were about to exit by the door, the sudden halt in movement causing you to stumble back into his embrace awkwardly. You were definitely embarrassed, your back pressed against his chest in a weird manner as you straighten yourself again. You scrunched you nose to hide your embarrassment before asking him.

“What is it now Jung Sungchan?” You were not meaning to snap at him, but the bitter memories of the past seemed to get the best of you.

Sungchan slightly winced at your cold tone, but what else could have expected after all the pain he had caused you. “I…I do..I mean like I..”

“Sungchan, I have my classes. Gather up your thoughts and then talk.” With that you turned on your heels, not even bothering to take your bag that you left on the seat you were prior sitting. Jaemin observed the scene quietly, his minds finally connecting the dots. Jung Sungchan, the boy you would always cry about whenever you got drunk, the boy who left you with nothing but memories of him. Jaemin thought it was best to not let out his inner frustration towards the guy who was now standing motionless in his tracks, lost in his trance as he gaped towards the door you had just left. Jaemin passed by Sungchan without a word, instinctively grabbing your bag as he made his way to his next class.

Sungchan stood dumbfounded, numerous thoughts racing in his mind. Why did I have to be so foolish? He thought. How can I blame her when I was the one who broke the promise first?

 Summer 2017

It was getting pretty boring for you at the library; usually some of the classmates bickering would give you some sort of silent company as you scribble down the notes. But for some unfound reason you seemed to be extremely distracted. You let out a long annoyed huffed, hands stretching in weird directions as you rested your head on the wooden table. It struck your mind there might be butts of nails pointed out and you didn’t want to get yourself a shot of tetanus, so you lazily glided your hands across the surface before returning back to your half laying position. It didn’t take long for you to zone out, mind running through various scenarios of university life, jobs and perhaps marriage? You blushed at the thought, just like any other teen you were also low-key always looking forward to your wedding.

“Are you asleep?” You shot up startled at the sudden voice, eyes immediately widening as you realized the owner. Sungchan had a smile with his lips pressed into a thin line, casually pulling out the empty seat beside yours as he made himself comfortable on it.

“Good to know you’re not. I need your help.” Sungchan wasted no time rummaging out a stack of sheets from his backpack, pressing them against the wood with a loud thump. You slightly winced at the loudness since the library was extra quiet today, the sound thus bouncing off more.

“You know if it’s literature, I suck at it.” Your mind took you back at that one time when you almost got yourself a C on the mentioned subject, chills running down at the memory.

“No, no.” Sungchan waved his hands softly chuckling. “It’s actually chemistry. Judging as a seatmate, I believe it’s your best sport.”

You happily nodded at the male, pleased that you get to help him with something that was under your specialty. Sungchan took a notice of your happy state, equally pleased that it was you that would be helping him.

“Tell me, what can I help you with.” You took the fat book from his hold, skimming over the contents page before highlighting the topics that were extremely important for the semester.

“I think hybridization? I just can’t seem to get how it works!” Sungchan’s voice levitated suddenly out of frustration, momentarily catching you off guard. Sungchan seemed to notice your amused look, shyly rubbing the nape of his neck with a little shrug.

“You know this is the first time I’ve seen you frustrated.” You commented, eyes fixated on the pages even though they were being extremely reluctant to rather focus on the fussy male. “It’s pretty easy you know. Look.” You explained him cautiously and slowly, how the overlapping of the orbitals occurred not realizing the proximity that seemed to lessen drastically. You whipped at his direction to see any signs of confusion, only to be met with a pair of dark orbs that stared at you intently. As embarrassing as it may sound, you gulped loudly. A bit too loud than you had intended to.

Sunghcan took notice of the situation you both blanketed in as a wave of déjà vu washed over him. He cleared his throat loud and awkward, half to lessen the embarrassment you were feeling and to poorly hide his own. You both were looking everywhere but each other, too dumb to maximize the close distance instead of acting like awkward cats.

“What are you both doing?” a deep male voice jerked you back to reality, upon turning you saw it belonged to Jeno. When did he come here?

“She was explaining the hybridization shits.” Sungchan huffed, slowly settling back to his orginal position. “I asked you so many times though…”

“You know chemistry is not my cup of tea.” Jeno shrugged at the male, a lazy smile playing on his face. “You wanna stay for b-ball practice today?”

“Not sure, I’ll see to it mate.” Sungchan did that fist-bump with Jeno, the two casually mingling like old friends as you stared idiotically at the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Since when did you both become Damon and Pythias?”

“Y/N, please not again your alien languages.” Jeno rolled his eyes before taking the seat beside, sandwiching you between both the males. “Since you happen to be tutoring a clown, an addition of another clown won’t do you any harm.” Jeno smiled at you, his doe eyes disappearing in the process.

Sungchan held back his snort, looking over both of you, he was happy. Though he was not as close to you as he had become to Jeno, he still considered you somewhat a close friend of his. Being seatmates with you and Jeno, it was inevitable that he soon became a constant in your life. Did I tell you that the candle shop was owned by his grandma? The shop if anything, had become this secret spot for you three. Study dates, random chills or just lazying around, the candle shop would be the first name that would pop up in your mind. 

With a blink of an eye perhaps junior year passes. Maybe that was how last years of highschool were. At one moment you barely just got promoted to a new class, and at another, you’re yet again getting promoted to higher one. You sat under the dull moonlight, a thin cardigan that was gifted to you by your dearest friend’s grandma. When Sungchan invited you and Jeno at his, his grandma had knitted this cardigan for you and a beanie for Jeno. The gesture was so sweet that it completely melted your heart, she was the living definition of wholesome for you. 

It was maybe that one day when you three decided to stroll the spring fair of your neighborhood, when you both finally came clean to your feelings. Jeno was always the one pointing you out that how you should just be a woman and confess. “It doesn’t always have to be the guy that says I LIKE YOU!” This what we he said before disappearing into the hives of crowds, leaving you waiting for Sungchan at the front of the public toilet he was finishing his business in. Pretty awkward right? Where else does anyone get to see a girl waiting for her crush in front of a public restroom. Sungchan came back outside, shuffling out his handphone before furrowing his brows at the text he just received. You immediately understood it was from Jeno. You had no idea what came over you, it felt like the adrenaline in your system decided to flood your nervous system, not even aware of yourself just launching at the dude with a chaste kiss on his lips. He was completely taken aback by the sudden feeling of your lips on his, it took him a while before responding you back with the same enthusiasm. You broke first from the kiss, not realising your fists crunching his prior perfectly ironed shirt. But he did not mind it all, a shy smile playing on both of your faces. The rest of the night was spent with your hands laced in his, just like another high school sweethearts of the time.

You smiled at the memory. Sungchan had a cigarette lit between the tips of his fingers, the tobacco smoke slowly poking your nose but not strong enough to bother you. With a deep sigh, he took a puff before blowing it own again in the air, a cloud of smog dancing around his figure.

“You should quit it, it’s not healthy.” It had already been a year since you became friends and six months since you became more than it, but there were times like this when you still found yourself nervous and wary whenever you are talking to him. You snuggled yourself into the cardigan, hugging yourself to minimize the tinges of frostbites. Sungchan was considerate of your discomfort, whenever he smoked, he made sure the cigarette was at least 2 feet away from you. 

“Take this.” Sungchan handed you another thick layer of clothing from his bag, his initials “J.SG” written big and bold. Without much thought, you accepted his kindness, and Sungchan had high tolerance to cold anyways unlike you who would shiver to death in the most usual temperatures. You figured Sungchan decided to dodge the topic you brought it, and you figured it would be better to not bring it up for a while.

“Where do you plan on going for college.” Sungchan spoke while rubbing the shortened cigarette on the bricks of the roof, swallowing the remaining water from his bottle throwing a strawberry gum inside his mouth. You figured he was now free from the reek of tobacco as you scoot closer to his form, opening your arms within the jacket for his to snuggle in as well. Just like Jeno, skinship was no new news for you both too, however; it always had your heart racing like crazy. You both remained cozy under the warm embrace of the jacket, and you prayed Sungchan would never listen how your pulse was acting up.

“I don’t know. Perhaps SNU? I mean only if I get accepted...” You trailed off, propping your chin against your bent knees before glancing at the boy. Then it struck you, what made him ask this sudden question, what made him smoke three cigarettes straight despite having yearly break for a whole month. “Will you be going to the US as well?”

“I don’t know...” Sungchan deeply sighed, his lips forming a small pout as he indulged in deep thought. What if he actually happens to leave for America? Your heart clenched at the thought, mimicking his sighs you rested your head against his shoulder. 

“You know,” You stared at the sky, it was dark and clear with no signs of stars. The feeling was unsettling. “Wherever you go, we’ll always be there for you.” Your eyes shifted to the illuminating lights from numerous buildings that replaced the absence of the twinkling stars in the sky. The ominous feeling soon dissipated into relief. It was as if the universe telling you, we just have to look out for the good sides instead of dwelling on the bad. 

“I know.” Sungchan smiled, one that was both happy and sad. He rested his head on yours, joining your company of gazing at the scenery. “I know.”

“Just...” there was hesitation laced in your tone, Sungchan was quick to notice it as he looked at you, nodding for you to continue. “Please don’t leave...not without a goodbye. Promise me that.”

“I promise you.” Sungchan held your cold hands in his warmer ones, a firm assurance making your heart swell in both hurt and adoration as you kissed him again.

You both never really made it official, despite the kiss at the fair. It was perhaps the uncertainty that held you both back. Sungchan’s future was not in his hands but his family’s; just like his brother, he is supposed to make his family shine bright. It was one of the major reasons why his parents let both the brothers two years of freedom on their remaining bits of high school. ‘All parents want the best for their kids,’ that’s what you would always say to him whenever you meet him at his roof; him smoking while you offered his physical comfort.

The senior year passed within a whim, the fright of entering into adulthood descending upon all the students as they remained buried in their textbooks. Maybe it wasn’t the case for everyone, but it did apply to you and your friends. You remained occupied with you daily extra classes for chemistry while Sungchan had biology and Jeno had mathematics. You three would meet up in periodic breaks, catching up with small talks before returning back to your respective schedules. It was nothing but hectic, and soon, the candle shop returned back to being just another isolated shop in your hometown.

Graduation day was filled with smiles and congratulatory phrases from different individuals, throwing your grad caps in the air felt like as if you were throwing away a significant part of your life, ready to embrace a new version of you. All the parents stood their with proud grins, delighted at their children’s achievement to their dreams.

“Congratulations!” You chirped, receiving bone crushing hugs from both your males before an elderly voice called for you.

“Y/N! Jeno! Sungchan!” It was your mom, waving excitedly to grab you and the males’ attention. “Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” You all resonated together, happy and delighted.

A series of furious knocks jolted you awake from your sleep. You figured it might have been your younger brother, probably wanting your help in his homework.

“I swear to god Y/b/n!” You let out an ear piercing shout, groggily rubbing your eyes from deep slumber.

“It’s me. Jeno.” You heard how breathy his voice sounded, it was coated with urgency and hurt. You heart dropped but you prayed to the Heavens and God, you prayed that it should not be the very thing that you had been dreading so much. You shot up from your bed, not even bothering to make yourself look presentable before whipping the door open to meet with an equally dazed and riled Jeno.

“It’s Sungchan. He...” Jeno beathed out a deep sigh, before handing you a lilac envelope, the initials J.SG written in bold. You failed to feel the tears pooling up, threatening to fall anytime. Jeno glanced over you sympathetically, with shaky trembling hands, you took the the paper. 

You don’t bother to closer the door, Jeno soon taking his leave as he thought it would be best to give you some space to absorb it all in. The tears had started to stream uncontrollably when you saw the picture that came with the letter. It was one of the many pictures that you took on the night of the fair; the day you had confessed, the you had your first kiss. It was a polaroid of you holding him lovingly in an embrace, him shyly placing a kiss on your cheeks with the words ‘Here lies the proof of my utmost love and affection, always devoted to my only Y/N’ scribbled on the white frame. Your hands fished for your cellphone, frantically dialing his number as you waited for him to pick up, hoping that he’ll soothe your anxiety by saying he did not leave, that he was still in town and you were just being delusional.

But every time you dialed his contact, you were being forwarded to the monotonous tone saying that the number was currently unreachable. Your chest squeezed in pain, he had promised you. He promised you that he will come for a goodbye at least. He had promised you that he would never leave you clueless and hurting. All you ever asked for him, was just a goodbye; perhaps a source assurance for you to wait for his return. 

You wiped the tears with the edge of your sleeves, opening the the piece of folded paper.

‘Dear lovely Y/N,

You might resent me when you receive this letter, and I certainly don’t blame you for that. I am not the best with words, I am clumsy and unexpressive but I hope that this piece of scribblings makes you understand all my feelings, my thoughts and emotions that have been haunting me from the day I first saw you.

You know I that I am very much aware that I do....hold some handsome genes.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at this. 

‘However, unlike all, as typical as it may sound, you stood out. You lazily laid sprawling across your desk in deep slumber, completely unaware of the chaos of classroom. I wish I was that carefree like you, indulged in her own world and comfort bubble. It attracted me a lot.’ You got up from the floor, eyes still glued to the piece of paper as you shut your door locked. Your hands still went to dial his contact, but only to be forwarded to that damned robotic voice.

‘I wanted to be like you, not bothered by the constant pressures of coming from a prestigious family. Did I ever tell you my dad is the Director of Myeongsu Hospital?’ You gasped at the sudden information. His dad was the director of the one of the most prestigious and renowned hospitals of South Korea. It was too overwhelming for you to process, but you still found yourself continuing. 

‘It was inevitable for me to act like just another teenager, not for me but for my brother too. I always blamed him for being so selfish when he just left me alone when he came to grandma, I failed to realize that it was some sort of comfort gift from our parents so that we’ll devote ourselves to build the family’s name for the rest of our lives. 

Even though I wanna blame them, I don’t think I can because they had the same fate. It comes with a price when you’re born with a silver spoon, and I guess I had to pay mine when I left your doorstep last night. I...I was a coward. I know I should have just come up, hug you and kiss you for the last time. But I just couldn’t. I was too scared.

I was scared that the moment I’ll see you, my guards will crash down. These two days were really hectic for me, I made up excuses when you invited me at yours because I was afraid of losing my balance. I knew that only a glance at you would be enough to make me change my mind and revolt against my parents, my fate. And you have no idea how much I wanted to do so, you have no idea how I’ve spent endless of sleepless night where it is the only thing that would run on my mind. But you tell me, would it be really worth it? I did not want you spending the rest of your lives with swarming paps and reporters, publishing reports and articles of how you managed to tarnish the heir-in-line of the prestigious hospital. No I could never do to that someone I love so dearly. I could never in a thousand years do that. 

You know every time I picture you in your grown-up self, I can only see a strong and confident woman thriving in her career, a woman that is so powerful but still has a heart of gold. I know that you’ll be an amazing person, inside and out. I wasn’t really planning to express my love and admiration for you like this, I hoped to do it in person, but perhaps, maybe that’s how the stars planned it out for us. Fate is extra cruel in my case don’t you think? 

It would be extremely selfish of me to ask you to wait; I am not even sure if I would ever return because my father would be opening another branch in US. And well, I am not sure what plans he has for me.

So please, if you ever find it in your heart, I hope you will forgive me. And even if you don’t, please don’t ever feel guilty about it. You have all the right to do so and I most certainly deserve your hatred. I love you so much, Y/N. You’re my first kiss, my first love, and you’ll  always hold this irreplaceable place in my heart. 

With Love,

Jung Sungchan.

You felt your world crashing down, a part of you wished that this letter never ended. The only remain from him had also come to an end, and you were not sure how you would be able to cope with his absence for the next years of your life.

Present

“Sungchan is back?” Jeno widened his eyes in shock, the information seemingly unbelievable to him. “He really is?”

“Yes.” You monotonously replied, numerous thoughts battling at the back of your head. Jaemin cleared his throat, a sign for Jeno to not bring up the topic for a while. Jeno eyed the male in confusion before finally getting the hint.

“You’re lucky you don’t get to have Mr.Suh’s classes, he’s just hot and it’s frustrating. And that’s coming from a straight dude like me.” Jeno slurped on his smoothie loud and sound, probably to annoy the other male as he was well aware his distaste to people making sounds while eating.

“Y/N.” a voiced called out from behind, and you instantly knew who it belonged to. 

“Sungchan. Oh my god!” Jeno shot up from his seat, immediately embracing the old face from his past. “How have you been man? You just disappeared...”

“I am so sorry.” Sungchan looked at Jeno with pleading eyes. “I know I have absolutely no excuse for my act and I am just so sorry, Jeno and Y/N.” Sungchan looked at Jeno who silently urged him to talk to you.

“Y/N, please talk to me. I don’t expect your forgiveness but please. Atleast curse me, hit me just do anything. Please.”

You whipped your head to find Sungchan crouching down to match your seat level, a sigh escaping from you as you stood straight from your seat. 

“Guys, I’ll be back.” You gripped his hands before dragging him alongside the canteen corridor.

Jaemin looked over his friend who stood staring at the way you just took. And expressionless look was painted on his features, causing Jaemin to shake his head and sigh. “You know man,” Jeno changed his attention to the male speaking, fixing his glasses. “If I were you, I would have just held her back. You’re extremely strong, I could have never done that.” With that Jaemin patted his friend’s back, a silent assurance that if he needed a shoulder to cry or to simply lean on for comfort, he’ll be there for him.

A mixture of feelings were erupting inside you, you were furious but happy. Sad but grateful. You scanned the halls for signs of any empty classroom and upon finding one you just shoved the male inside it.

“What’s so funny about messing with my feelings?” You already tears welling up, your vision blurry as you sharply glance at the male with a frown on his face.

“Y/N, I would nev-”

“You left me,” you utterly hated at how pathetic you sounded at the moment, harshly wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks. “You promised me that you won’t leave without showing up one last time, but you did. You fucking did.” You knew it was not something under his control, but you couldn’t help but pour your bottled feelings.

“Please...Y/N...listen..to me...Please..” Sungchan lost his composure, his voice breaking as he stepped closer to you. Seeing how you did not flinch at his approach, Sungchan captivated you in his embrace, something that he had been yearning for ever since he parted ways. You felt the wetness of his tears on your head, melting in his longing embrace you found yourself hugging him back. You missed him so much, his scent, warmth, presence. Everything about him drove you crazy, you were still dazed to believe if he was actually back for real or is it just one of your numerous daydreams. 

The rest of the days went as usual, but only with the addition of Sungchan back again in your life. Although you had long forgiven him in his heart, you decided to not vocal it out. As heartless as it may sound, you wanted him to make up for the pain he caused you, and he indeed did. Jaemin was skeptical in the beginning at the idea of another person joining you small group, he had come to liking the idea of you guys as trio and was more comfortable like that. But he saw how your eyes lit up every time you about him when you were newly friends with Jaemin, how Jeno would always drunk talk about the times they passed as seatmates bothering the hell out of you. So Jaemin broke his exterior cold composure on the fourth day, finally accepting the banana milk from the new male as a form of bribe for his addition to the group.

Sungchan worked harder than deities; always making sure to get you Americanos before your classes, taking extra notes for you whenever you felt sick, tolerating your extremely drunk self and even dropping you back at your dorms safely. He had mentioned how he finally mustered up the courage to stand up against his fathers, that he wanted to do something else rather than working in the medical field. Even though he had still yet to decided his desired career, Sungchan decided to just follow his intuitions which ended up him taking chemistry as his major and thus landing in the same institution and same class as yours. And not to mention, he was beyond grateful for it.

A month had passed with his arrival, the awkwardness amongst everyone long gone and forgotten. It was as if he never left you. You were never over him, so his all time sweet gestures was making it harder for you to maintain your cold act.

“I happened to attempt making kimbap? But I am not sure if they are edible..” Sungchan trailed off as he hesitantly hands you the small metal box. You almost laughed at how cute but messy they looked, his failed attempt at giving the rolls eyes and lips with sesame seeds and ketchup was beyond adorable. You took the box from his grasp, a smile playing on your face as you looked at him. Sungchan upon noticing your grin, rubbed the nap of his neck shyly, his ears and cheeks mirror the shade the of the ketchup. You took a bite from one of the many rolls he made, a hum of satisfaction escaping your lips as you relished the tangy sweet taste. It was perfect, just how you preferred it.

“It’s pretty good.” You licked the stain of ketchup from your fingers, failing to notice how the male blushed harder at your subtle act. “We have Mr.Lee’s class, so I believe we should hurry up before it’s too late.”

On the night of the annual university carnival, Sungchan confessed to you. At least not in front of a public washroom this time. With the constant aid of Jeno and Jaemin, Sungchan was able to plan out a pretty dramatic confession for you. You were completely surprised when Jaemin called you out of nowhere, frantically asking for your presence to a specific classroom. You feared if the dork had committed some sort of treason explaining how dramatic he sounded, so you rushed without giving any second thoughts. However, when you saw the trail of roses with candles adorning the edges, you froze. It had the same scent both you and Sungchan had invented; the sweet scent of lily with tinges of tangerine to it.

A flustered looking Sungchan steps out from the dark, his hands rest behind his back as you cautiously scanned your face. When he saw no signs of discomfort, Sungchan slowly jogged to where you stood, his hands holding a bouquet of lilies with a small note on top of it.

“I know I have made tons of mistakes, hurt you so many times. But I still want to test my luck.” Sungchan got down on his knees, holding the bouquet with his head hanging low. “Y/L/N, will you allow me to be your man? Will you be my girlfriend?”

A shit eating grin spread on your face, slightly giggling at how adorable he looked. “I thought you’d never ask.” You took the flowers, a soft smile adorning your lips as you lock eyes with an extremely surprised Sungchan. “Of course Sungchan.”

“Of course? For real?” Sungchan couldn’t believe what just happened, he was half expecting you to flat out reject him at how inconsiderate he had been. But you accepted his apology, accepted his love. Sungchan stood up, his heart squeezing in delight and adoration for you. He cupped your face gently, as if you were a porcelain doll that would just break if not handled carefully. You saw how his eyes shone with love, sparkling brightly on the soft light from the lighted candles and you swore you never felt so much before for anyone else as much as you felt for him. Sungchan closed the proximity, his nose slight touching yours as he rested his forehead against yours, the smiling never for once leaving his face. 

The tension was building up with each passing second, the sounds of your heavy breathing being the only silence breaker. You got impatient, the feeling of his lush lips got you being greedy as you closed the distance standing on your tip-toes, momentarily catching him off the grid before receiving the same attention back. You gripped on his shirt, too unbothered to break the kiss despite losing your breath. He paused for a moment, panting before pulling you back under his spell. The bottled feelings and emotions of longing and pining for each other were poured into the this sweet shared moment of yours. You were grateful that the whole building had no signs of any lurking students and professors, what was supposed to be a innocent make-up kiss soon transformed into a heated one as he held you by your waist, pinning you against the wall with his lips still attached to yours.

You pulled back for the heavy make-out session, almost earning a whine from the male before you soothed him with you words that came next. “I love you.”

 Sungchan felt his already beating heart pick up its pace, becoming hastier that he was low-key afraid if he might face a stroke anytime. With a loving grin, he looked back at you who was still caged in his arms. He tucked the stray of hair brushing across the sides of your face from the soft breeze entering the windows, the illuminating yellow hues from the candles making you look like a dream. A dream that seemed unattainable to him until this very moment.

“I love you so so much. Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance to prove myself, to allow me to show you my feelings, Y/N.” He was breathless, he felt so many emotions at that moment when you glanced at him loving. He was afraid his pulse might stop any moment, so he kissed you back, but now filled with passion and desire. And let’s just say, one of your fantasies were fulfilled that night.

The news of his grandma passing away came after a few months when you both had officially started dating. Both the Jungs were extremely close to her, so when Jaehyun took her back to Myeongsu Hospital where he was currently the chief of neurology, her condition was inevitable. Jaehyun hoped that maybe she might get to spend more time on earth under his care, but he too was victim in the cruel hands of destiny. Sungchan rushed to your dorm, bloodshot eyes as he told you the news. You found yourself sobbing alongside him, tenderly keeping him embraced in your warmth as you shared his pain. You knew her personally as well, all the moments spent with her were a profound favorite part of teen years. 

“I wanted to meet you before I leave for Seoul. I came to say a goodbye.” Sungchan sniffed, his hands wiping away the streams of water rolling down your face. You smiled at his concern, mimicking his actions you brushed his sweaty bangs away from his forehead before placing a soft peck against it.

“It’s okay. Don’t tell me goodbyes anymore...for I know you’ll always come back to me.”

Epilogue

Sungchan fumbled with his tie nervously, bile reaching up his throat as the worst scenarios flooded his brains. His eyes frantically looked around for help, making a bow-tie was just not his cup of his. A breath of relief escapes his lips when his eyes landed on his closest beloved friend Jeno. Jeno stood leaning against the door frame, an amused grin painting his sharp features as he walked to the struggling male.

“Bro...” Sungchan huffed pleadingly, a pout forming his eyes.

“Yes bro.” Jeno flashed him an eye roll, before having the same eye smile again as he fixed his friend’s tie. After all, it was a big event for him.

To say the least, you looked breathtaking in your white laced gown. The simplicity of the dress made you look more elegant, it enhanced your natural beauty and Sungchan couldn’t just tear his eyes away from your form. It was supposed to be the bride’s day, but to him you shone the brightest.

“You know it’s me getting married, but the new comers might assume it’s you considering how you are gaping at y/n shamelessly.” Jaehyun hissed to his best man, earning a scoff from Sungchan.

“Hyung, let me have my moment! Please.” Sungchan whined but was careful to tone it down, only to receive a slight nudge from the groom who chuckled at his antics. 

The wedding was glamorous, elegant, anything that could be named as a dream wedding. Sungchan remained glued beside you the whole night, a proud grin on his face every time he was asked about the lady whose arms laid locked with his. With a smug look, he would rub on their faces that you were his girlfriend, especially exaggerating to the males who seemed to had their eyes on you. You both enjoyed the silent company of each other, the soothing sounds of the wind replacing the absence of music as Sungchan drove you back to your place, hands still intertwined. When he came in front of your shared apartment, he fidgeted in his seat nervously; fishing out something from his coat. 

You figured it was another one of his endless gifts, so you just smiled with your back resting against the cushion seat of the car. 

“Sungchan, you really need to-”

A throat seering stopped you in the midst of speaking, your eyes widening when you realized what the purple velvet box might contain. Sungchan let out breaths of nervousness, blowing out some air out of his lungs to lessen the feeling of anxiety as he looked at you, eyes as genuine as ever.

“Y/N, I don’t believe in fancy proposals as you know. It is an intimate moment for us so I want it to happen in the presence of only us.” Sungchan stuttered in the middle as he opened the box, revealing an extremely gorgeous but simple plated band with a small stone adorning the top perfectly.

“So will you marry me?”

You stared at the male dumbfounded. Your eyes refused to believe the scene in front of you, hearts doing numerous flips and turns and it was just hard to explain all the feelings you were feeling. Sungchan had always been the one for you, and even though not everyone gets to have a happy ending with their first love, you were beyond grateful that you had happened to fall in the rare probability.

“I...OF COURSE. OF COURSE I WILL.” You yelped in delight, shoving your hand in front of his face as he just laughed while placing the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly. You grabbed him by the collar and kissed him with your overpowering passion and love, not realizing how if continued any longer, you guys might have to pay a fine for parking on the wrong side. So without wasting any time further, you both hauled yourselves to your apartment, refusing to break the contact of your lips molded perfectly together on your way. In short, let’s just say ‘sweet innocent kiss transformed into a heated one’ yet again.

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[aehyei]

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬?

osaki shotaro’s unofficial guide on how to confess to ur crush <3: (1) act like a man. (2) get ready with huge flowers and romantic gifts. (3) chicken out. (4) and congratulations, you never got to confess at all.

PAIRING : osaki shotaro x reader

GENRE : !fluff, !romcom, !crack, !highschool!au, !secret admirer!au, !mutual pining!au, !young love!au 

WC : 3.21k 

WARNINGS : teeth rotting fluff, childish bets, sexual jokes, mentions of making-out in a public place, shotaro getting teased by his friends wayyyy tooo muchhh

PLAYLIST : Like I Can (Sam Smith, My Universe (Coldplay and BTS), If I Can’t Have You (Shawn Mendes), Feelings (Lauv), 2002 (Anne-Marie), Sucker (Jonas Brothers) 

TAG LIST : @my-soft-sunshine, @nanamericano, @itsanotherme, @luvinjeno, @valentineyun0, @glbyoon2k, @cheezbot, @furryllamas, @kingjeno423, @forhaever, @kristyxoxo, @ishokenmei, @nikisimpsharon, @chitaphrrrr

AUTHOR’S NOTES : I’m in love with Shotaro and no one could change that. 

A CHICKEN—

—THAT’S WHAT OSAKI SHOTARO IS.

All his friends know how much of a sucker he is for you and it isn’t even a secret anymore. The poor Japanese boy gets teased everywhere—in the classroom, library, in the hallways, or even the men’s room! So long story short, yes, he like really really has a huge stupid crush on you.

“Is there any way how we could help our man-baby here grow some balls?” Haechan asks and ruffles the younger’s hair. The rest of their group of friends chuckled as they knew what he means but it only made Shotaro pout a little, “What? Hey! I have balls!”.

“Oh yeah? Then where is it?” Sungchan taunted with a silly teasing smile resting on his handsome face. “I-I’m just waiting for the right timing, okay? And, Y/n is having a really bad week so it can’t be now.” He stammered, avoiding to look at any of them. “See? That’s where your wrong! Girls need men like us more when they feel all blue and vulnerable. They want us to pamper and treat them like a princess, then poof! They’ll fall for us in no time.” Jaemin grinned with his hands buried in his pockets.

“Listen to Jaemin, Taro. He’s a man’s lady.” Jeno piped up from behind them causing Jaemin to smile out cockily and playfully tackle his best friend to the ground. Shotaro let out a soared expression and swats Sungchan’s arm away from his shoulder, “What? No. Y/n isn’t that type of girl, she’s really different and I know that she wants to be left alone for now.”

“And how do you know that, loverboy?” Haechan raised a brow.

“Tch, I bet he stalks her like a creep.” Sungchan scoffs, the teasing smile still visible.

Shotaro glares at them and shook his head, “I don’t stalk her, in fact I really respect her space.” His four friends rolled their eyes at him and all sighed in disappointment. “If you continue to act like this, she’ll think your not interested and she’ll be laying in another man’s arms in to time.” Jeno tutted.

“No—”

“jeno! don’t say that! she totally knows our taro is interested, everyone does.” jaemin cuts shotaro off.

“But—”

“Of course she does. Poor Y/n though, probably waiting in her castle for prince Shotaro.” Haechan cuts him off too in a fake girly tone while blinking his eyes multiple times and having his hands clamped together for more special effects. The rest of the boys nudged Shotaro and laughed in union as if they were watching a comedy show.

“Gee, how supportive are you guys?” Shotaro asks in a sarcastic manner. “You’re so lucky we’re your friends, Taro.” Jeno giggled. “Listen, she doesn’t like me okay? I’m sure she just thinks of me as the creepy boy who stares at her in history.” The poor boy had enough. “You idiot, you just admitted that you are stalking her and that your a creep!” Sungchan bursts out more loudly in laughing.

Osaki Shotaro is no man of decision— and everyone knows of that. An example is how he once (thousands of time) had a love letter in hand, ready to give it to you personally when he would quickly change his mind in the last second, or how he couldn’t choose the correct answer in the multiple choice in a test. but he is sure of one thing right now— he needs new friends.

FAILING AN EXAM IS A SHITTY FEELING, especially if your the top one student. In that case, your really having a bad week. All your friends tried to cheer you up by buying you ice cream, or going shopping— but nothing seems to work. You couldn’t just help but be disappointed at yourself.

“Y/n are you sure you don’t want to go to the party? I’m really worried.” Lia pouts and rests her head on the wall beside your locker, watching you take your stuff out. “Yes i’m fine. It isn’t the end of the world…I’ll get over this.” You sighed heavily and stopped your actions once you saw a folded paper. “What’s that?” Yuna peeked behind your shoulder with an amused look.

“Probably one of her admirers. You know our Y/n, all pretty and smart and sexy.” Ryujin wiggles her eyebrows to tease you. A small chuckle left your lips and you passed her a playful glare. You opened the small piece of paper.

hi y/n! i know your having a bad week, but i believe in you! i’m sure you could do it! don’t worry about failing the test, your a winner anyways. a winner of my heart that is ;)                                                                                               - o.s

“What does it say?” Yuna squealed in excitement. “Awww, that’s so sweet! This man has to be the most sweetest ever to exist.” Lia gushed and gasped at the last part, “and flirty too”. Ryujin giggled, “o.s huh? Who has a name of that? It’s so anonymous.”

“Aren’t secret admirers so romantic and cute?” The three girls sighed all at the same time making you shake your head at them and place the note in your sweater’s pocket, “I should be the one who should act that way, not you guys.”

“Is that a smile I see?!”

“Jeez Y/n, a letter from o.s is all it takes to make you smile?!”

“Ayyyyyy!!! My gurl is in love!!!”

“Shut up.” You hissed at them and let out an embarrassed sound, dragging them to English class.

SHOTARO NERVOUSLY CHEWED ON HIS PENCIL WHILE STARING AT YOUR BACK FIGURE IN FRONT OF HIM. He couldn’t stop his right leg from shaking or his heart that’s beating in such a fast pace. “Dude, borrow a pencil.” Jaemin whispered beside him, his eyes still not leaving the English words written in the board. “For what?” He whispered back. “The new student is too cute, I think her name is Kate? I’m going to sketch her and give it to her later at lunch. maybe also ask her out for coffee sometimes.” The older man answers.

The Japanese man glanced down on his chewed pencil and innocently passed it to his seatmate. “What the hell? Did you just place that in your mouth and now your giving it to me?” Jaemin let out a disgusted expression and shivered, moving away slightly from him. “Well your the one who asked for a pencil!” Shotaro whisper-shouted. “Never mind, I’ll just flirt with her and ask for her number. Maybe take notes too so you could use all my techniques for Y/n.”

“I don’t need your help!” Shotaro exclaimed, his cheeks and ears turning red at the sound of your name. His heart beating faster that even he didn’t know it was possible. Jaemin scoffed seeing his reaction and shook his head, “Let’s bet then shall we? If I date Kate even before you could date Y/n, then you win and proved that you do have ‘balls’.”

“I told you, I really have balls.”

“Deal then. May the man with bigger balls win.”

“Mr. Na and Mr. Osaki. I do not appreciate you two talking about who has bigger balls while I discuss nouns and pronouns.” Their teacher appeared in front of them, glaring with vigor at her two students. The whole class giggles to themselves while looking to their side. Shotaro felt shame as he felt like melting more in that exact moment, especially when you turned to face him too with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“YOU TWO DID SOMETHING STUPID, I COULD FEEL IT.” Jeno says as he eyes on the two men in front of him while munching on his sandwich. “Don’t act like you didn’t too. Let’s all be honest here, we all got detention later.” Haechan chuckles under his breath. “I got caught cheating on the exam.” Sungchan sighed heavily, frowning.

“I was late for math,” Jeno shrugged, “made-out with Jihyun in the hallway that I forgot about classes.” Haechan let out high pitched moans, hollowing his cheeks and giving his friend a mischievous look, “Looks like someone got railed today!”.

“How about you Taro? What did you do?” Sungchan nodded at him.

Shotaro glared at Jaemin for a second before sipping on his coffee and placing the bottle on the table, “The teacher caught me and Jaem talking in class.” Jeno sheepishly smiled and hit his best friend’s side, “Your mouth is too huge! Look, you even got our innocent taro in detention.”

“Nahhh, I just helped him. I made a bet about who will ask out a girl first, and whoever did has the biggest balls.” Jaemin smugly said with a hugs smirk resting on his lips, his eyes still never leaving the new student who’s currently sitting alone by the corner. “I have my money on taro.” Sungchan betted, feeling amused.

“No way! It’s Jaemin who’s gonna win. No one ever dared to reject him.” Jeno fought back. Haechan lifted both his hands and shook his head, “Guys, you’ve got it all wrong. Shotaro is never going to confess and the new student is going to reject Jaemin.”

“I’ll confess!”

“Hey, I know she’s into me!”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Sungchan smirked and wrapped one arm each around Jeno and Haechan’s shoulder.

“HI, YOU MUST BE THE NEW STUDENT.” You smiled warmly at the foreign girl, sitting in front of her. Kate continued to stay silent but you could see as she looked uncomfortable with another presence near her. “Oh no need to be scared or shy! I don’t bite!” Chuckling, you offered your hand for her to shake. She looked a little hesitant but obliged anyways, a small weak smile finally escaping her lips when you both pulled away from each other.

“I’m Kang Y/n, and you are…?”

“Kate. Lee Kate.” She answered in a small voice. “Welcome to our school! how do you like it so far?” you asked. “It’s…fine.” Kate deadpanned. She then took a deep breath and gestured for you to come closer, “But…a bunny looking man keeps staring at me.” You creased your brow in confusion and looked around, catching the school’s infamous playboy, Na Jaemin, staring at her. Your mouth turned into an ‘o’ as you shrugged at the same time, “You mean Na Jaemin? Yeah, don’t mind him— he stares at all woman.”

“He and his group seems scary,” poor Kate mumbled silently and avoided the temptation to glare back at the playboy to not give him a go-signal and bother her more. “Yeah I totally agree. There’s Jung Sungchan who never seems to pass exams, then Lee Haechan who makes everything a joke—including girl’s feelings—and Lee Jeno, who’s dating the bitch of the school. Osaki Shotaro isn’t…he isn’t a jerk though. In fact, he’s really cute and shy.”

“You like him.” Your new found friend accused.

“What? N-No!” You denied, cheeks all red, “well, there are rumors that he likes me but I’m sure he doesn’t! He’s too good for someone like me.” Not even convinced one bit, Kate nodded her head, “Yeahhhh sureeeee.”

—

Shotaro bit on his lip while he scribbled on the small paper he ripped from his notebook, smiling once he’s satisfied and walked towards the direction of your locker. He looked around to check if anyone was looking then sneakily slid it in your locker. The smile that escapes your lips whenever he sees you reading his notes is enough for his heart to swell in happiness.

“One day, I’ll confess my love,” he mumbled to himself while walking back home, “at least before Jaemin gets a girlfriend.”

—

“Yo, what’s the plan?” Sungchan barged in his room. “What plan?” Shotaro asked in confusion. “Umm, how to confess to Y/n and win the bet plan? I betted like, a hundred dollars for you so we better win.” His friend answered and made himself comfortable in his bed.

Shotaro let out a shaky breath and fiddled with his fingers, gulping and looking down, “Look, Sungchan…I don’t want to disappoint you but don’t expect that much. Y/n’s too out of my league, she’s like an angel! And I’m well…yeah.”

“Oh no. No, no, no. You don’t get to say that!,” Sungchan sat up and pointed his index finger at him, “I’m here to help you and I ain’t paying Lee Haechan a hundred dollars— nope. Never.” Shotaro frowned, “then you should’ve been in Jaemin’s side!”.

“You kidding? The new student doesn’t even look back at his way. I’m sure he’s having a much more hard time then you do.”

“How could you even say that? He’s the Na Jaemin and I’m just Osaki Shotaro.” The Japanese boy asked. “Y/n likes you back Taro. It’s so obvious but the two of you are just so blind! It’s really annoying.” Sungchan flickered his forehead then exits his room as if he never went in randomly without knocking in the first place. Shotaro was left alone to think deeply. 

If what sungchan said is true…then you really are waiting for him “in the castle”—like what Haechan says—. That’s it, he’s really going to confess. Nothing is going to stop him now. And if you reject him…

Well…

…

What if you reject him?

Shotaro shook the thoughts in his head off and then proceeded to plan on how to confess, his biology homework forgotten on his desk.

“WHAT’S WITH THE FLOWERS?” Jeno asked with creased brows. All his friends stared at him making Shotaro smile and place the flowers gently on the table, “It’s the second step of my plan. I also got chocolates and made exactly 50 letters because that’s Y/n’s favorite number.” Haechan nodded with a proud look, “What was the first step?”.

“Be a man. I talked to myself in the mirror and gathered all my confidence.”

“Works all the time, doesn’t it?” Sungchan cockily smirked and wiggled his eye brows at Jaemin, “and what’s your progress?”. Jaemin had a huge pout on his lips with his arms crossed across his chest— obviously sulking, “I talked to Kate, but she declined my offer in walking her home. Like, who does she think she is?!”.

Haechan sighed, “come on man! A hundred dollars is at stake, I believed on you!”. Jaemin ignored the tanned man and was the first one to enter the school’s ground. “Ignore him. Besides the fact that I might loose $100, I’m really proud you overcame your fear.” Jeno congratulated Shotaro.

Shotaro gulped and forced out a smile.

They didn’t even know the rest of the plan yet..

—

This is it.

Shotaro got Sungchan and Jeno to carry the huge banner, and Haechan ready to sing a love song. Jaemin (even if he’s still couldn’t believe he’s loosing) also offered to help by playing the piano. Everything is ready and perfect that even students starts to crowd around them, excited about what was about to happen. All that is needed is for you to appear too.

“Is she coming yet? My arms hurt.” Sungchan complained and sighed. “Patience, it’s for our Taro anyways.” Jaemin hushes him. “Easy for you to say, you’re just sitting down.” The taller man glared at him.

“Y/n! You gotta come to the gym court, right now!” Yuna grabbed both your shoulders and shook you. With widened eyes, you stuttered, “W-What? W-Why?”.

“Just go” Ryujin walked from behind her with Lia clinging on her side. “You guys aren’t going to murder me right?”, you joked, letting yourself be dragged to the gym. “If we would, we would probably do it in the dark not in the school grounds.” Kate chuckles and wraps one arm around your shoulder while walking.

“They’re here! They’re here!” Jeno cried out.

Everyone got to their places and Shotaro’s grip on the flowers and the gifts turned tighter. His knees felt weak and sweat started to form on his forehead. He could hear the piano playing, the singing voice of Haechan, the crowd whispering to themselves— it was all too much.

Shotaro doesn’t like being in the spotlight even if he’s friends with the most famous boys in school, and that is the reason why he avoided parties and stayed silent in the corner. He hates being the center and now he is. The moment your eyes met his, he knew it was his end.

“I c-can’t do this,” he whispered then passed the flowers to Jaemin before pulling his hoodie up to cover his face and escape the crowd. “What the...?” Haechan stopped singing too and exchanged looks with the rest of the boys. “Well that wasn’t expected.” Ryujin laughed nervously. You glanced at the banner then at the romantic decorations around the gym that Shotaro seemed to prepare and clenched your fist, “I-I’ll be right back”.

“Wait Y/n! Where are you going?!”

You ignored Lia’s calls and followed after Shotaro.

“That’s a shame, I really liked how romantic everything was planned.” Kate frowned then shrugged, planning to walk away when someone grabbed her arm and turned her around. She raised a brow and faced the man who stopped her. “Then let’s not put everything to waste.” Jaemin passed her a small smirk and nudged the flowers that were thrown on him on her side.

Kate sighed and clicked her tongue, passing him a rude look, “If I kick you on your dick would you shut up and leave me alone?”, before walking out of the gym.

 Jeno howled, “Jaemin has the smallest balls!”, making Jaemin glare at him, “shut up!”.

YOU FOUND HIM SIT BY THE EMPTY CLASSROOM, looking all peaceful and sad. With a shaky breath, you entered. Shotaro’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and stood up almost immediately, “H-Hey”.

“HI.” You smiled and chuckled, “What was that out there?”.

“A mistake,” Shotaro smiled bitterly and made you sit down before standing up beside you, “I’m sorry. Me and my friends made a bet and your included.” You were silent for the next few seconds and that’s the moment where he knew, he knew you really don’t like him—

“Sooo, your feelings for me were fake?”

“No! Not at all! I liked you ever since first year of high school.” Shotaro’s eyes widened as he shook his head, his whole body tensing up. You laughed slightly, “Relax, I was kidding! I…already kind of know that your o.s who’s giving me sweet letters that always makes my day.”

“O-Oh?”

“I prefer small confession letters stuck up in my locker then a public confession. You see, I-I really hate it when everyone’s eyes are on me so thank you for not continuing on.” You shyly admitted and looked around on your feet. Both your cheeks turned red and Shotaro couldn’t help but smile like an idiot while ripping a part of a piece of paper and grabbing a pen from his pocket.

Want to get coffee sometimes?                                                                          - o.s

“Yes please,” you giggled after reading his note and Shotaro took a seat beside you, a smile still resting on his face. After a few minutes of shared awkward laughs and lovesick gazes, you decided to take a step and slowly laid your head on his shoulder. For a second, his heart stopped beating and then picked up it’s pace again.

Shotaro also did a bold move and slowly intertwine both your fingers together, “I’ll pick you up on your class later?”. You hummed and looked up to meet his eyes and another laugh escaped both your lips.

Osaki Shotaro may be a chicken at times, but at least he has bigger balls. (Jaemin lost)

© AEHYEI, 2021

#nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct scenarios #hyej4e fics #nct #nct angst #nct fluff #nct u imagines #nct u scenarios #nct u fanfic #nct u angst #nct u fluff #nct u x reader #nct x reader #nct ff #nct fanfic #nct 2020 #shotaro #osaki shotaro #nct shotaro #shotaro fic #shotaro fluff #shotaro imagines #shotaro scenarios #shotaro angst #shotaro x reader

[do-ray-mi]

Food Chain(Park Jisung x m!reader) pt. 1

Pairing: NCT Dream Jisung x male reader

Genre: high school AU! angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers

Warnings: this fic contains bullying, use of the f slur, cruel acts that I strongly advise to not mimic aswell as toxic behaviour. Viewers discretion is advised.

Description: in a patriotic school social system. Two students from complete opposites of the food chain, the higher making the lower's life miserable. However, an incident happens gives them a chance to fix everything.

This was requested by my good friend @nobodyeverasked who makes the BEST male reader fanfics.

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*uh my baby said she wanna dance with a ghost, she want's to leave me ah-*

Y/n grabbed his phone to turn off his alarm, only to accidentally knock it off the bed. He stays still for a few seconds only listening to "okaaayyy" over and over again before sighing and lifting his head off his pillow to reach down to grab his phone. Silently praying for the demon under his bed to snatch him and drag him to Hell.

Would be a better paradise than the Hell he has to deal with at School.

Before entering High School, he would watch a lot of high school related movies and TV shows where they would display an almost patriotic system, a social status food chain. The popular students at the top who are usually the most evil teens to walk the planet, the bottom of the chain would be the nerds and/or the students who don't fit society's beauty standards. Y/n's mom told him that it's not real, it's only a stereotype they use for entertainment.

He believed her..! Until he entered Highschool. The first year was fine... until a boy named Park Jisung made it up the ranks and became campus king. The title got to his head very quickly.

Y/n was acquainted with Jisung before High School, he used to be a sweetheart. He was extremely talented and didn't have an ounce of malice in any body part. It was very easy to develop a crush on him.

Halfway through second year, Jisung became a menace. Bullying the students who are on the bottom of the so called "food chain", Y/n being his number one victim and punching bag.

Now, why was Y/n at the bottom of the food chain?

... honestly, he wasn't until Jisung started messing with him.

You know the saying "Monkey see, Monkey do"? Yeah, once students starting noticing the bullying, they started doing the same hoping to either get to Jisung's status or save themselves from being future victims.

One of the most traumatizing events for Y/n was when Jisung made a deal with a boy who wanted to be popular, Sungchan.

"If you can make Y/n fall for you, you get to hang with us." Jisung told the boy who stood taller than him.

Sungchan looked confused, "I... don't think I understand."

Jisung chuckled at the expression.

"You have two weeks to make him fall for you, you make him feel the happiest with you and once the two weeks are up, you publicly dump and humiliate him. Simple right?" Sungchan looked hesitant, he really liked Y/n. He was so kind to him.

But he really needed the popularity...

The following 2 weeks, Sungchan did exactly what he was told and Y/n fell right into his hands. Once the two weeks were up, Sungchan publicly dumped him during lunch at the cafeteria, making sure to grab everyone's attention. Outing Y/n to the entire school and talking him something along the lines of "you actually thought someone would like a f*g like you?!?". The laugh booming in the cafeteria and the phones that were out recording taunted Yn even now along with the smug look on Jisung's face that day.

The bullying after that took a worst turn, so bad that Y/n needed to start taking therapy.

He even begged his parents to move but they couldn't or they'd lose their jobs.

Jisung pulled a lot of cruel pranks on him. Dumping a bucket full of dildos on him from the second floor, had his posies scratch death threats and slurs onto his locker with pocket knifes so that you could see the words even after they get painted over, as well as other horrible things.

However, the worst thing that happened to Y/n after Sungchan's little stunt wasn't even from Jisung but from his main posie/best friend Chenle.

Chenle had Jeno and Jaemin hold down Y/n as he took a lighter and a butter knife to burn the words "cock sucker" onto his arm.

Back to the present now, Y/n was currently making his way to school. He listened to music using only one earplug just in case. Looking behind him every so often to make sure no comes up from behind him.

Once he made it to school he sped over to the bottom of the food chain's safe space.

The main secretary's office. She was the light in the darkness for him and others in the same situation as him, she was the only adult in this god forsaken school who was actually doing something about the bullying.

Once he entered and greeted the lovely lady, he walked over to his best friend, Huening Kai. Kai was bullied for being mixed but he was the sweetest boy to wall the planet.

"Hi!" Y/n greeted sitting next to him.

"Hey! You didn't have any issues on your way here right?" Kai asked scanning his friend for any injuries.

"Surprinsly no, a first in a while." Y/n responded putting his bookbag on the ground next to his chair.

Kai sighed in relief but his expression soon turned confused, "it's a good thing but also worrying. Either something happened or they're planning something."

"I know, I was thinking the same. I'll keep and extra eye out." Y/n reassured his friend.

Another person entered the room, and judging by the way Kai's eyes lit up. It was Soobin, Kai's best friend.

Soobin came up to them and sat with them.

"It's surprisingly calm today, I can't help but be suspicious." Soobin voiced his concern to the other two.

Soobin and Kai had three other close friends who dropped the two for school popularity. Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Taehyun were slowly getting popular while Soobin and Kai were slowly being left behind only to end up being their old friends' victims.

It really made Y/n both sad and mad, he remembers during the first year. Those five boys were inseparable, had the best chemistry ever...

... then again, guess it wasn't as great as it seemed. However, sometimes he does see Beomgyu looking the the two longingly, so there might be a little hope for this group.

"Class is gonna start in five minutes boys, I think it would be a good idea to get there early to avoid student traffic. It would be easier to slip past those gremlins." The secretary told them with a sad smile.

The three nodded in agreement before grabbing their things and making their way to class.

Y/n shared his first class with Jisung...

#nct dream x male reader #nct jisung #nct jisung x male reader #nct x male reader #no beta we die like men

[anton-luvr]

hi ! can i request bf!eunseok giving fem!reader special treatment and friend group!riize realising it and teasing him about it ? thank youu <3

# ANYTHING FOR YOU.

⚝ bf!eunseok x fem!reader | fluff | highschool au, secret relationship au ⚝ note ; im so sorry that this took so long anon T_T im also not sure if its what you were hoping for, so im sorry if its not :') but thank u for requesting! <3

Along with the end of the year, comes final exams, last minute cleaning out your lockers, and of course - school parties.

And with your class being famous for throwing the best school parties, almost everyone in your year had crowded into your classroom.

Tables were pushed aside to make space, only leaving a few in the center for the best game of all - rock, paper, scissors.

But there was a twist, thanks to Sohee's genius but devious mind.

"Whoever loses has to drink my special drink!" he shouted across the noise, waving a plastic cup in the air.

It was definitely special with whatever the hell Sohee mixes in to it.

There was a combination of every soda in the room, along with a spoon of nacho cheese, a splash of chili sauce, dumplings stolen from Anton's lunch, pizza crumbs, and a concerning amount of pickles.

Not only did it smell disgusting, it also looked disgusting.

But hey, you only live once.

So here you were, up next after Wonbin to play the game against Sungchan, who had been winning five games in a row.

"Hey, are you sure?" Eunseok whispers, gently tugging you back towards him by the elbow.

"Yeah, why?" you ask, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, don't get me wrong, but you usually lose in rock paper scissors." your boyfriend says sheepishly, laughing when you jokingly punch him in the stomach.

"I'll win this time, just watch." you boasted, practicing your skills by throwing random signs in his face to show just how prepared you were.

"Sure, you'll totally win." Eunseok teases, pinching your cheek lightly.

You'd punch him in the stomach again, but Sohee announces that it's now your turn.

"Wish me luck!" you squeal before walking up to the table, a determined smile on your lips.

"Ready to lose?" Sungchan asks, looking relaxed.

You scoff, stretching your hand out. "You should ask yourself that question." you retort, challenging him.

"Alright, Sungchan vs Y/N! Start!" Sohee shouts, making another cup of his special drink for the loser.

Things get intense the moment Sungchan starts the game off, the brown haired guy mumbling the chant before throwing out the sign of his choice.

You win the first two rounds, and sweet victory was just one more round away.

Until Sungchan won the following two rounds, the results of your game all relying on the final round.

Your lips are pursed together nervously, confidence slipping away as you try to focus harder.

"Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!" he shouts, and you throw a scissor sign.

Sungchan throws out a rock sign at the same time, instantly winning over you while everyone screamed in surprise and disappointment.

Dread fills your chest when you realize you have to drink Sohee's special drink, the boy already making his way over to you with the cursed plastic cup in his hands.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd cheers as you take the cup from Sohee, shifting nervously on your feet.

You peer cautiously into the cup to see a marshmallow from god knows where floating above the greyish-brown liquid, a smear of chili sauce at the side while a bittersweet smell hit your nostrils.

"I added more things! Enjoy!" Sohee sings out before joining in with the crowd to cheer you on.

All you can do is sigh and take a deep breath, eyes closing shut to prepare yourself for the mess you got yourself into.

But the cup has barely touched your lips when you feel someone snatching it right out of your hands, and your eyes fly open to see Eunseok downing it all in one go.

The crowd cheers even louder, screams of 'That's so sweet!' and 'He's so cool!' bouncing off the walls.

You're still blinking in shock as he sets the cup down on the table, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand.

"Not bad." he says casually, shrugging.

The crowd just about loses it at this, and you see people shoving Sohee around and telling him to amp up on the next drink.

"No, no, wait!" he shrieks, waving his arms around for everyone to shut up.

"Why'd you drink it for her? She was going to drink it." he asks, eyebrows raised suspiciously at his best friend.

Eunseok freezes with an awkward smile, face slowly turning red as he tries to come up with an explanation.

"I-I just wanted to try it. That's all." he coughs, eyes glued to the floor.

"Really?" Seunghan butts in, smirking at the both of you. "You and Y/N are starting to look like the fire hydrant outside."

"Well, it's hot in here!" you protest, fanning at your flushed face.

"Yeah, and the drink might make her sick!" Eunseok adds.

The crowd lets out an amused 'Ooooh!' at this, and it's Shotaro's turn to say something.

"Don't you think the drink might've made Wonbin sick too? But you didn't drink it for him. What, are the both of you dating?" he teases, giggling.

"Well, so what if we are?" You blurt.

Eunseok turns to look at you so fast, you could hear a small snap go off in his neck.

Everyone starts screaming at this, the noise making you wince.

"You are?" Anton repeats, eyes wide with surprise. "You're capable of love after all!" he cheers, patting Eunseok on the back.

His face turns impossibly redder as he smiles, scratching the back of his head.

"I knew it! I always knew something was going on between the both of them!" Sohee screeches, running over to squeeze Eunseok in a hug.

"Alright, stop bothering them!" Sungchan hollers, knowing the unwanted attention was probably making the both of you slightly uncomfortable. "Who's next?"

He successfully diverts everyone's attention back to the game, and you let out a sigh of relief when the both of you are left alone.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean to shout it out like that and I was just surprised because you drank it, and I was-"

Eunseok cuts off your ramble with a kiss to the lips, strong and passionate.

"Don't worry about it," he whispers, smiling softly at you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. "It's about time they knew anyway."

His words make your heart race, and you can't help but avoid his intense stare.

"W-Wasn't the drink bad?" you stuttered, trying to change the topic.

He shrugs again, slowly backing you against a corner of the wall.

"It was fine." he says, so close that you could feel his breath against your lips.

"I'd do anything for you." he whispers, and he presses his lips right against yours.

The fact that there are almost a hundred of other people in the room with you fades out of your mind at the feeling of his lips, so warm and so soft but so aggressive at the same time.

It would be embarrassing if you got caught, but as long as it was with your lovely boyfriend, you wouldn't mind.

He'd do anything for you, and you'd do anything for him too.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart

#sarah's 400 ! ☆ #riize #riize fluff #riize fics #riize drabbles #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize eunseok #eunseok riize

[quokkacore]

90's Love [masterlist]

This is an NCT OT23 writing collaboration hosted by seularcade & quokkacore. All works made are works of fiction. There are still some slots open, please message me for more information if you're interested!

— COLLAB MASTERLIST ; NCT OT23

"A fresh start to the new decade, new romances, new breakups, and most importantly, new beginning! Take a walk down memory lane with 23 retro inspired fics by your favorite writers!"

TAEIL — @chittapornswife

Radio Romance

TAEYONG — @soliverse

How I Met Your Father

JOHNNY — @quokkacore

Phenomena

YUTA — @gyukult

I.O.U

KUN — @doderyscoffee

Strawberries & Champagne (i / ii)

love is the only luxury qian kun can’t afford. but when he meets a prostitute by chance, he may give her all he has if the price is right. 

fluff / smut / angst / comedy / prettywoman!au

DOYOUNG — @yutasgalaxy

Drive In

Doyoung takes his girlfriend to see the movies at the local drive in theater. Guys usually hold their girlfriend's hand during scary movies, but Doyoung has a better idea.

fluff / smut / angst

TEN — @just-come-baek

Class 91

JAEHYUN — @ncteaxhoe

Una Vita

WINWIN — @127-mile

Kiss and Tell

You have to babysit on Halloween night, and invite Sicheng to join you. But something feels wrong when the phone starts to ring.

smut / thriller / horror / angst

JUNGWOO — @aquamoonchaii

Sweet & Sour Jukebox

LUCAS — @lucas-wongs

Big Chance

MARK — @nakamotocore

XIAOJUN — @moonctzeny

10 Things I Hate About You

When Hendery, a computer science freshman, sees your best friend walk past him in your university's park, he immediately falls in love. He finds out that you and your best friend have made a pact with each other: "Stay cellibate and date-free for the rest of the school year", a deal that you proposed after a series of bad relationships. One to always stick his nose in everyone's business, Ten agrees to help Hendery out by orchestrating a plan. Bribe Xiaojun, the new and hot international student from China with the failing grades and the infamous reputation, to convince you to go out with him and break the deal yourself.

HENDERY — @qianinterprises

fluff / angst / college!au / 10thingsihateaboutyou!au

RENJUN — @markresonates

That 90's Show

HAECHAN — @bubblebeom

Babe Watch

JENO — @raibebe

Everlong

In a time where everything is colorful and bright, Jeno is nothing more than a little black spot, an outsider, a weirdo and the people in the little suburb you both grew up in, decide to ignore and judge him from afar rather than getting to know the boy with the dark and ripped clothes and the weird taste in music.

But if they would spend even the smallest amount of time actually trying to get to know the silent boy who everyone assumes gets in a lot of trouble in his free time, they could actually see what you see in him: A boy with an incredibly huge heart and a sweet spot for street cats and guitars of all sort. A boy who understands you like no one else and who you never want to let go ever again.

fluff / highschool!au / badboy!au

JAEMIN — slot open! please message me if you're interested!

LIU YANGYANG — @yangsrose

90's Love

SHOTARO — @aquamoonchaii

The Casette

SUNGCHAN — @kpop-in-new-albion

Just Like Gretzky

The championship game is coming up and Sungchan is nervous. But he’s even more nervous because of a tradition: giving your away jersey to a significant other. Can he give it to you and can he win the game you both love so much?

fluff / best friends to lovers / hockey!au

CHENLE — slot open! please message me if you're interested!

JISUNG — slot open! please message me if you're interested!

#nct #nct x reader #nct au #nct scenarios #wayv #wayv x reader #wayv au #wayv scenarios #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct dream au #nct dream x reader

[jaetyun]

20cm (twenty centimeters) TEASER

jock!keita × fem!reader

genre: fluff

highschool au, enemies to lovers, y/n is a bitch (she gets better!), keita is in rugby

wc: 0.4k

a/n: ill try to get this posted next week, but here’s a little concept reveal !

synopsis: keita had always been sensitive about his height, but those thoughts seems to get drowned out every time hes on the field. it wasn’t until recently he finally became content with his genes. that was, until there were rumors of a new student that would be the new tallest student across the grades. not only that, it was a girl. and she was a major douchebag about it.

"whats wrong kei? youve had a scowl on your face since you've buckled your seatbelt." his frown deepened, slumping in the passenger seat. 

"i do not!" 

"do too!" beomgyu added with a snicker, peering from the backseat. heeseung quickly yanked him back, putting beomgyus seatbelt on for him. the four of them, sungchan included, were on the way to a random burger joint as per usual. last week it was the mall where they convinced heeseung to buy the biggest dildo in the spencers aisles. the week before that it was the skate park where beomgyu brought a scooter because he didnt know how to skate. 

with rugby seasons coming up, this would probably be the last time keita tagged along before the group became busy with their own sports. october was always a hectic month for all of them, and he would've felt like shit if the last moment he had with his friends was of him complaining about some girl. 

"whats wrong? seriously, you can tell us anything bro" sungchan continued, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on keitas knee. he gave keita a comforting squeeze, causing the boys sour look to soften. "... well. yall know the transfer, right?"

the other three nodded, all having their own tidbits to add.

"yeah the tall chick"

"shes pretty cool"

"winter and yunjins group, right?"



keita clicked his tongue, his nose scrunching st their nonchalance about her.

"why? you got rejected by her or sum?" beomgyu snickered before getting hit by heeseung, mumbling something about asshole and salt into the wound. 

"what, no! shes a total douchebag." 

a moment of silence hung in the car as the boys looked around each other, gauging one another's reactions. it wasn't long before the three burst out into laughter.

"im serious! y/n is such a-"

heeseung wiped a tear, hitting keitas shoulder. "is she a jerk or are you insecure?"

keitas mouth faltered, losing the confidence in hus conviction. sungchan hummed an agreement, both hands on the wheel. "shes pretty funny, you just gotta not take her seriously man."

keita straightened up in his seat, folding his arms over each other. 

"she has no business making those kinds of jokes."

"or maybe you need to loosen up a bit"

keita looked out the window, sighing softly. maybe they were right. maybe he was just a little sensitive about his height and you weren't really doing any harm! yeah, hes sure thats it. he just misjudged you. wait... hes getting a sense of deja vu.. nono! this time is different. keita was positive it wouldn't be long until he started viewing you the same way everyone else did. 

#Spotify #boys planet #ciipher #keita ciipher #kpop imagines #boys planet drabbles #boys planet icons #terazono keita #boys planet 999 #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #apollosdiary #keita

[himitsu-luna]

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♡ NCT 127

As hybrid Hogwarts Houses

As the four seasons

As colors

Hot Taeil

♡ Exo

Cozy Xiumin

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♡ NCT 127

Nct 127 when they realize they are catching feelings towards their friend with benefits

Nct 127 helping you study and do your assignments

Nct 127 Reaction to coming home and seeing you upset and crying

Nct 127 reaction to you, his s/o, trying to do aegyo, but stopping in the middle of it after getting too shy, and hiding your face in their chests

NCT 127 reaction when they take pictures of their s/o but she gets all shy so they hype her up

NCT 127 reaction to ice skating for the first time with their s/o

Nct 127 reaction to their S/O giving them a back hug

♡ NCT Dream

Nct Dream reaction to you asking them to pretend you're dating

Nct Dream reaction to their s/o adoring/being good with children

Nct Dream Reaction to you (their crush) being covered in freckles

Nct Dream Reaction to their s/o getting super excited when it snows for the first time that winter and dragging them to play outside

♡ WayV

WayV reaction to their crush being super flirty with them

WayV reaction to their crush accidentaly hitting them

WayV reaction to their crush being shy around them

WayV reaction to their s/o liking taking photos of them

WayV reaction to you (their crush) falling asleep on their shoulder

♡ Got7

Got7 reaction to coming home and seeing you upset and crying

Reação do GOT7 a você querer ensinar a eles o português/a cultura do Brasil (Got7 reaction to you wanting to teach them portuguese/the Brazilian culture)

♡ Ateez

Ateez reaction to their thicker s/o being insecure about themselves

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♡ NCT 127

MTL to like someone who switches up their style a lot

MTL to like a straight-A student

MTL likely to like someone that looks intimidating but isn't

MTL to crushing on a gamer

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♡ Exo

Boyfriend series: Xiumin • Suho • Lay •

♡ NCT 127

Types of Nctzens - NCT 127 edition

Nct 127 - Things they love about you

Nct 127 Ideal types

Nct 127 as boyfriends

Nct 127 - fashion style they would be attracted to

Nct 127 - Going grocery shopping with their s/o

Domestic chores with Nct 127

Nct 127 - The moment they realized they were in love with you

Nct 127 - favourite activities/hobbies they like to do with their s/o

Nct 127 - for your senses

Nct 127 as highschool sweethearts »»»new

Nct 127 - Lovely silly things they do for you »»»newest

Jungwoo as your husband

Jaehyun as your husband

Taeyong as your husband

Painting your nails with boyfriend! Taeyong

♡ NCT Dream

Nct Dream + Shotaro & Sungchan - for your senses

Jaemin as your husband

♡ WayV

Types of Nctzens - WayV edition

WayV in a kart race

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♡ NCT 127

Creatures series - nct 127 as fantastic creatures

It's time to wake up - Taeil x reader - Angst/College AU

Umbrella - Doyoung x reader - fluff/ friends to lovers

Midnight kiss - Jaehyun x reader - fluff

More than valentines - Johnny x female reader - fluff

[3:15 PM] - Johnny x reader - fluff

[7:23 PM] - Haechan x reader - fluff

Painted by you collab - Master's Sun - Moon Taeil || Teaser || - to be released on the Second half of 2021

♡ WayV

[O5:46 PM] - Ten x reader - fluff

[7:47 PM] - Kun x reader - angst/fluff

♡ Exo

[4:15 PM] - Chanyeol x female!reader - fluff - Royal AU

[10:00 PM] - Chanyeol x reader - angst/fluff

♡ Twice

[11:30 PM] - Sana x reader - fluff

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♡ NCT

Taeil - Tiny • Birthday special

Jaehyun - 01 • Tiny •

Ten - 01

Doyoung - Tiny

♡ Exo

Kai - 01

♡ Seventeen

Wonwoo - 01

♡ Blackpink

Rosé - 01

♡ BTS

Jin -01

RM - 01

♡ Ateez

San - 01

Seonghwa - 01

♡ Stray Kids

Hyunjin - 01

*(please, don't use them commercially, and always give me the credits)

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♡ Exo

Love me Right

The War - The power of music

Universe

♡ SHINee

The Story of Light - Epilogue

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