☆fuck you, summer semester! » choi beomgyu x fem!reader oneshot.
☆ you suffer in silence, consumed by the thoughts of beomgyu that never end, even when you’re completely sure you don’t like him. — or, in which you spend your entire summer semester with your self proclaimed enemy.
wc: eleven thousand one hundred and something featuring: skz hwang hyunjin + lee sserafim huh yunjin genre: fluff, angst (idk? squint hard), (one sided) enemies to lovers, (barely) university!au, slow burn warnings: cursing, descriptions of gore, blood and violence, (barely) a thunderstorm scene, food and eating a/n: i hate myself bc i started this before cool it! and decided to finish cool it! before finishing this lol so it took a little under 13 hrs to complete soobin is a little ooc sorry; based off of my favourite jeongin fic that i wrote but i made the plot different hehe if u can correctly guess what horror movies y/ngyu watched i’ll send u $15
the intro.
Currently, there are two things you consider the banes of your existence: the rather hot season of summer and Film Major Choi Beomgyu.
The first one is self explanatory. The summer is hot, there are a lot of bugs, it’s humid and your hair gets ruined, and you sweat like it’s no one else’s business.
Beomgyu, however, is a lot harder to explain. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that when you were six, he’d pull on your pigtails every lunch recess without fail. Or maybe, when you were thirteen, he kissed you on your little preteen mouth, and then went around calling you a bad kisser. Or the time he purposely tripped you in front of The Lee Heeseung in the cafeteria at age sixteen.
Well, whatever it is, you just know that you’ve declared Choi Beomgyu your sworn enemy for almost a good seven years now.
I’m starting to get excited for college and it’s probably stupid but it’ll be the first time that I have a solid friend group in a really long time. And one of my best guy friends is going to the same college and I’m so excited.
Try anything to make yourself happy. The tools are all there. It may be music, makeup, hair, fashion, art, writing, anything that you enjoy and that makes you feel good. Because once you find that one thing, you can feed off of it. You can be happy. Trying to stay above it all is going to do nothing but make you miserable. Find your passion. Mold it. Embrace it. Let it consume you because you can do so much more when you accept who you are.
trying to build up enough money to pay off all my taxes (accumulated from years of??? having??? no idea?????? how to do any of this properly??????) totaling somewhere in the region of $1,200-1,500. i feel like i’m losing my pride, but i’d rather not be terrified so if you wanna give a broke millennial a hand here’s my ko-fi
