nap of a star — nishimura riki. best friends to lovers. eventual established relationship. zombie apocalypse au. fluff. heavy angst.
synopsis. nishimura riki was sixteen when you taught him what love was. he is still sixteen when the universe teaches him of loss and rips you out of his hands. (1.9k words)
Nishimura Riki was sixteen when you taught him what love was.
It was confusing at first. He didn’t understand why he felt funny whenever you would bump your shoulders with his, why his eyes would trail towards your direction after he would tell a joke, why he’d search for your face in every room, and why he was more aware of his actions when you were around.
You’d approach him, he’d start to sweat. You’d talk, and he’d notice the way your lips would curve up. And even though he didn’t know it yet, love was residing deep in his bones.
And he swears he didn’t intend on it; he’s only sixteen years of age and more often than not, he found that he didn’t care much about anything. He does things when needed, he only says what he needs to say, only listens when it interests him, but with you, he finds himself smiling at the most unexpected times.
He’s so drawn to you, with everything that you do. And suddenly, everything is about you.
The flower he sees while walking to school reminds him of that time the two of you had visited the flower shop and he had placed one on your ear. The shell he finds at the beach reminds him of your favorite pearl earrings. He was in love, and maybe it was because he hadn’t known love otherwise that he never truly realized it before.
He supposes he should feel embarrassed that you’ve managed to seize him entirely, but somehow it didn’t matter.
It’s a Sunday when you find one of the rare photos you had together with Riki displayed on the lock screen of his phone.
“Riki?”
“Hm?”
You still remember the day it was taken. It was after the both of you spent the entire day visiting downtown thrift stores and eating at your favorite stalls, the same day you stayed up talking on the phone until dawn.
You were the one who took the photo, smiling with him at the camera while the two of you wore the most absurd pieces of clothing you found at the thrift store (you had shoved a handful of clothes in his direction and asked him to wear it. How could he refuse when you looked so happy handing them over to him?). There’s a light tint of pink on his cheeks, and it’s obvious he’s trying to hold in a smile by covering his lips with a peace sign, and you had your face squished with his.
“You have us on your phone screen?”
It’s almost record-breaking time when his face flushes red. And he’s trying, really trying, to ignore your eyes because he hadn’t meant for you to see that, but it’s difficult when you’re smiling at him like that.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.” He grabs his bag from you, and he’s just standing there, but it’s clear he’s getting shy and flustered because he had just been caught red-handed.
“It just reminds me that no matter what happens, I have you,” Riki mutters quietly, eyes shifting towards your bedroom door as if it was the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “Do you like me?”
The absurdity and straightforwardness of your question has him choking on his own spit, and he looks at you with wide eyes. He swears he can hear everything in your room, including the loud thuds of his heart beating through his chest.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while… if you like me or not. I mean - it’s not like you’re really trying to hide it.” Riki’s mouth drops open and he’s quick to cross his arms defensively, shaking his head and trying to unconvincingly persuade you that you were wrong.
“For what it’s worth, I really like you too. A lot.” Your voice grows quieter and Riki immediately drops the hands he had folded over his chest. “Really?” A soft smile tugs on his lips.
“Yeah.”
Riki spends the entirety of sixteen being in love with you.
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Nishimura Riki is still sixteen when the universe teaches him of loss and rips you out of his hands.
“Are you okay?” Riki asks. He sounds horrendous.
You’re propped in a makeshift bed he had made you two nights ago after he had devastatingly found out you had been scratched. He didn’t take the news well - sobbing in your arms until he fell asleep. The events of that night are a blur, but you can still remember the haunting words Riki had repeated, “I can’t lose you, please… please tell me this isn’t real.”
The virus was taking an abnormally long time to overtake your system, and every night, Riki stays by your side to hold onto the last moments you will probably have together.
You’re able to see out the window to your left from where you’re laying, where the school grounds had been broken and vandalized, and where people you used to call your friends roam freely on the grounds - barely recognizable. You remember thinking of how you were going to be one of them soon in what you thought were your last hours.
On the first night, you and Riki talked about the day you had slipped out of your house and into the darkness outside to spend time with each other. You had class the next day, but you chose to spend the entire night in a park, a secret to the sleeping world around you. You recall holding onto each other and watching the sun rise. Riki remembers the tiredness weighing down his eyes, but he’d stay up another hundred hours to do it all again.
He falls asleep crying and holding onto you until all he’ll ever know is you.
On the second night, Riki cries again. He repeats, “please don’t leave me” as you tell him about the day you held hands and raced through a crowd to get on your favorite rides at the amusement park - your very first date. The sun was beaming, and the day felt timeless. He sang you to sleep on the way home.
Riki curses to Whoever is Above as you cry into each other’s arms. The both of you fall asleep exhausted, and you make him promise to try and get out of there alive, for the both of you.
Tonight, he lays beside you on the little table he had laid you on to rest. You had become a little more unresponsive - you knew it, and he knew it. There was nothing left he could do.
And you don’t know how hard it is for him not to cry again when every part of his body was screaming for him to do so because he was so afraid. He wasn’t ready to let you go. You were still so young. He had practiced not crying earlier while he was out looking for food and water at the school’s abandoned cafeteria, but nothing could ever prepare him for this.
When he finally speaks, his voice comes out broken and small.
“I’m gonna miss you.”
You have your head rested on his chest, and you let yourself absorb the gentle rise and fall of it. He feels the faint pressure of your hand holding onto his, and when you squeeze onto his hand, he knows you’re telling him it’s okay to cry.
“I’m gonna miss you so much.”
His next words come out in a sob. Riki shuts his eyes closed, running a hand through your hair and breathing in your scent. He tries not to think of anything else, he tries to just be with you. He doesn’t speak anymore, he just allows himself to cry and feel as he holds onto your limp body. Amid everything that was happening, he still felt it deep within his voice.
He still felt love.
And then he hears your voice.
“Sing for me?”
Riki takes a deep breath, and he tries to sing for you, like he always did before, despite his voice being a little wobbly and broken. “I can see even if you’re not by my side. I feel you even if you don’t say a word.”
It’s just the two of you in that room, with time stilling in that tiny room as he sings for you, pressing gentle kisses on the top of your head as if it was the last time he’ll ever be able to do so. “Even if it’s just in your memories, my heart is always dancing, just like before.”
You didn’t say much as you listened to his quiet singing.
“I want to be your nap so I can dream with you no matter when, as if nothing had happened. The moments that felt like magic and the brilliant night sky, they’re on my mind.” When Riki finishes singing, he lets out the most pained noise you had ever heard. As if it was finally dawning on him that he had to let you go soon. His first love, maybe his only love.
“Don’t be sad…” You try to lift your hand in a weak attempt at cupping his cheek. “Riki, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
There’s a long silence before you see Riki’s face visibly break. You see the way he slowly loses composure of himself until he’s reduced to a sobbing mess. He buries his face deep in your hair, embarrassed. He doesn’t want you to see him like this, he doesn’t want this to be your last memory of each other.
Everything is so overwhelming, and it hurts everywhere. In his head, in his head, in his eyes. Everywhere hurts.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll visit you in your dreams.” He keeps his eyes shut closed when he feels your lips press softly on his chin. “Riki, look at me. Please…”
He couldn’t.
“Riki, please… for me?”
He wills himself to open his eyes and look at you, but the moment his gaze meets yours, he finds himself tearing up again. He knows he’s running out of time. He takes a breath too big for him and he’s reduced to a coughing fit.
When he meets your gaze another time, he realizes this could possibly be it. He tries to regain his composure before pulling you closer to his body.
Riki traces a finger on your face, watching you silently and studying your every feature before leaning down to place multiple kisses on the spots he had just traced. “Thank you for teaching me to love, and for loving me in return.” A quiet whisper.
He sees blood dripping down your nose.
“You’ll be okay, right?”
He knows he won’t be. He knows he’s so afraid of living without you, he knows it’s going to be difficult finding the will to survive the undead when you are no longer by his side, but he promised you he would try to live, so he puts everything into the lie that slips from his mouth.
“I’ll be okay.”
“You have to let me go now, you know what to do.” He feels you loosen a big breath and he nods his head understandingly. Riki places one last kiss on the corner of your lips as he breathes out a final ‘I love you’.
SYNOPSIS.after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.
a/n: please lmk how your thoughts my ask box is literally in drought season. 7 more chapters!
Late into the night, you’re reading by your bedside lamp, the room lit by the cozy light. Rain is pouring onto the roof, the sound of the droplets hitting your window fading into white noise as you flip to the next page of your favourite book. It seems that you can never get enough of the words the author had spilled on the pages, having already read it more than a couple times.
Sitting by your desk, back to you as he replants your plant into another vessel, is Yang Jungwon. There’s a comfortable silence that hangs in the air, the two presences in the room preoccupied with something on their own— it’s been like that for a while now, far before it had even started raining. Neither he, nor you seem to mind the quietness.
It’s not long however, before he turns to you with a boyish smile on his face. He’s expecting you to finish reading the line you’re at, pausing to pay attention to him and so that is exactly what you do. Setting the book back on your nightstand with the bookmark peeking out of the page you leave it at, you pull the simple cover away from your lap, hopping out of your mattress to stalk towards him.
“Are you done?” You lay your hand on his shoulder, leaning against the sturdy material of your desk to inspect the brand new condition of your previously suffering aloe plant, having outgrown its little pot you’d bought it in. It had been months since you’d welcomed it in your home and a change in… outfit was long overdue.
“Yup,” Jungwon nods, slipping out of his rubber gloves, “she’ll be thriving again now.”
Pushing the chair back, he stretches his legs. “Now, how am I going to be repaid?” The all-too eager expression spreads on his face— the same kind of grin he always wore whenever he knows that he will be getting something from you, whether it’s a hug, a kiss or in this case, a dance.
Reaching for your phone to open the proper piece of music for the occasion, you chuckle, “Fine, I’ll teach you how to waltz.”
From the corner of your eyes, you see him jump from his seat and start cleaning up the mess he’d accidentally created on your desk in the process of saving your aloe. Brushing the bits of soil into your trash bin, he asks you, “Is there even enough space to dance here?”
“If you help me move the bed a little to the side, then there will be.”
The rain had dwindled down by the time you’d quietly moved your bed, now falling in gentle pitter-patters. Jungwon is standing in the middle of the emptied space, ready to learn anything you teach him. Waltz No. 2 by Shostakovich is playing from your phone’s speakers, just loud enough to be heard and not too much to disturb the remaining population of the house.
“I’ll lead you, so follow my steps, okay?” You begin by placing your right hand over his shoulder when his left hand finds your waist. It’s intimate in a sense, being just you and him in your room only a foot apart, The Second Waltz in the background sounding as gentle as the hold you have on each other.
There’s an ever-constant flutter in his stomach, one that never seemed to go away in your presence. He should be used to it by now, though he is not. How could he? Even after you being his and him being yours for a year by now, he is just as smitten with you as he was before. The few words that leave your lips only barely registers in his mind before you take a step to the left.
“Now back to my right, step your right foot back next to your left and then take a step forward with your left foot.” You instruct him with an encouraging tone, not paying any heed when he steps on your toes by accident.
You step back, followed by another step to your left. Signalling him to move his foot back, you end up back where you’d started, creating a box shape. A step backwards, then to the left, forward and again, to the right— the sequence is repeated all over again.
It’s by the end of the second circle you’ve done around the room when his body fully adjusts to the rhythm, now entirely at ease with the steps and movement. “How very romantic.” He chimes, running the pad of his thumb over your intertwined hands.
The comment pulls a shy smile out of you, “I look like a rat in my old pajamas, Won. It can’t be that romantic.”
“Quite on the contrary,” he whispers, pulling you closer by the waist, taking you by surprise, “I’ve never seen anyone prettier.”
“Oh yeah,” you entertain him with a sly glint in your eyes, “how about Jang Wonyoung?”
It doesn’t bother you how he’s worked closely with idols— female ones, those who are objectively beautiful. You know the amount of love he carries in his heart only for you. Through his words and affectionate advances, even the way he simply looks at you is enough to make you feel secure in yourself.
That doesn’t mean that you didn’t like teasing him every once in a while with questions like this one. You find great pleasure in the way he panics and sputters, horrified that you might think less of his love for you.
“You know you’re way more beautiful than anyone else on this planet in my eyes.” He grumbles, noticing your mirthful stare, though he instantly lights up when you place a peck on the tip of his scrunched up nose. Another above his brow, then another on his cheek, and another on his jaw.
Jungwon melts inside, feeling his knees weaken when you smile at him again, brushing away the strands of hair falling over his eyes, “I know.”
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡ an: jungwon going lighting mcqueen with the fl*rting (SUNGHOON FIGHT BACK )
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary:When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary:When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
♡Summary:When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an: dream team + enha = honey, you got a big storm comin
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:again! not a double post because i need to catch up with more chapter in my draft :)
an: not proofread ahhsdgshfb i also got carried away oops
written part below! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Jungwon doesn’t hesitate walking into the familiar flower cafe shop this time with a skip in his step and a quiet melodic hum leaving his throat. He supposed he might as well visit your dad considering he was very biased last time and buy flowers for his aunt for helping him with his friendship with you. With a new start in his mind, he wanders further and finds your dad by the register arranging flower bouquets which Jungwon notes were wonderful.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Y/L/N” Jungwon greets as he approaches your dad closer. He notices your dad’s expression lighten from the tensed focused face earlier. Your dad looks up and notices Jungwon with a nod before quickly finishing tying the bouquet together neatly.
“Hey, Jungwon! How’s it been kid?” Your dad says, gently placing the flower next to the neat pile of other bouquets Jungwon presumed he had made before his arrival. He then comes round in front of the register and gives Jungwon a suffocating hug for a few seconds which Jungwon now find comfort in.
“I’m doing good thank you. I’m just passing by to buy a bouquet or something for my aunt before I go down to her apartment” Jungwon replies
“How about I make one for your aunt yeah?” Your dad suggests and Jungwon nods at the idea. “Oh, but I have to deliver these orders very quick first”
“Orders?” Jungwon unconsciously repeats
“Oh yeah, there are few old customers around here but they can’t travel all the time so I make deliver whenever I can” your dad replies, going back behind the register to pick up a list before what seemed like double-checking the name, address and orders.
“What if the shop gets busy? or what if you can’t?” Jungwon asks curiously
“The shop never gets busy” Your dad smiles and Jungwon can’t help but feel bad for asking knowing how people perceive your and your dad’s appearance before getting to know both of you. “If I get too busy here making orders and can’t deliver, I usually get Y/N to look after the shop or deliver. She makes a good assistant”
With that new information, (or maybe with the mention of your name) Jungwon’s ear perks up and his attention are now 101% on the conversation. “I don’t usually ask her to though, I know how busy you kids are with exams and studying.”
Jungwon finds the similarities between you and your dad endearing. Not only you two are quite intimidating with your fierce resting bitch face, you two were thoughtful of others around you. No wonder you grew up to be kind and considerate despite the rumours around you in Hybe U. “Speaking on Y/N! She called me a few minutes ago sayings she’s on her way-!”
“Dad! Do you want me to deliver or stay in the shop today-”
“My little goldfish you’re here!” You weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your dad also engulfs you in another suffocating hug.
“Dad what did I tell you about your suffocating hugs” you huff, unaware of the boy watching your interaction with your dad. It was a cute moment that Jungwon thinks he could engrave in his mind because you were definitely extra adorable at that moment.
“Do you mind staying in the store today? I’ll do the delivery round and how about you occupy Jungwon before I get back okay?” Your dad finally points at him sitting by one of the tables. Your head whips in his direction and Jungwon finds a moment of Deja Vu- just like the moment when you found out, he sat next to you in class. He sees you stifle a little before giving an awkward wave with a tint of blush rushing your neck and ears. He supposed interaction with your own parent was a little embarrassing to witness and he can attest to that.
“Hi,” You mumble. How are you supposed to act around someone whom you’ve recently discovered you have a huge crush on?
“Hello,” he mirrors. How was he supposed to act around someone whom he recently discovered he likes?
“Oh, you two are comfortable with each other now?” Your dad snaps the quiet conversation between you two. You give Jungwon a last look before nodding to your dad which Jungwon copied.
“Great! I’ll go do the deliveries now. Y/N please keep Jungwon occupied and look after the shop for a little bit! I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Just like that, your dad had rushed off with the box of bouquets.
With that, the shop goes a bit quiet with the two of you unable to look at each other, though it doesn’t last long when Jungwon interrupts the silence not before he glimpses in your direction. Five days. He wasn’t being dramatic when he thinks five days was too long not seeing you. His mind drifts to your relationship with Beomgyu. Were the two of you closer than you and him? Does Beomgyu know you more than him now? In those five days, Jungwon wonders if you’d missed him as he missed you too. He just wishes your friendship was still as it was. “So uhm… How were classes?”
“Classes?” You jolted at his sudden question you convince yourself. Totally not by his voice. “Classes were… okay. Normal I supposed? Sorry I didn’t bring your notes”
“I supposed it should be normal yeah” Jungwon chuckles, mentally giving himself a facepalm at the stupid question. “and don’t worry about that. It’s not like you knew I’d be here”
“hmm why are you here anyway?” you ask walking closer to the front register and leaning on the desk with your elbow, cheeks resting on your hand. “It’s rare to find a busy idol like you to be in a random flower shop” you giggle
“Just picking up flowers for my aunt before I go there” he replies without missing a smile on hearing your giggle
“Not for me?” You pout jokingly before dramatically sighing hand on your forehead “Oh chivalry is dead”
“You’re more dramatic than I remember” he chuckles, walking to where you are.
“This is what you get for leaving me with Beomgyu for a whole week” you go back to your position. “Now you have to deal with two of us”
“I wouldn’t mind dealing with you” He doesn’t know where the confidence comes from but with your red cheeks and flustered expression, the splurge of his confidence doesn’t stop. “Maybe you’ll like me more than Beomgyu and Jen- YN THE VASE”
“THE VASE” unable to comprehend the amount of confidence the Jungwon in front of you was displaying, you tried your best to gather yourself together out of your dilemma. You really tried. You were out there internally calling God to help you deal with this newly found side of Jungwon when your elbow leaning on the front desk hits the vase decoratively displayed forward.
Thanks to your, now recovered state, you were quick enough to grab the vase. However, Jungwon, naturally gifted with quick reflexes, was also able to grasp the vase before it slips on the floor. Now, If you were praying for God at the previous dilemma, you were definitely pleading for any or if not, allthe heavenly beings in all astral dimensions to help you with the current awkward situation.
As you had grasped the vase first before Jungwon had, his hands were now on top of yours as you both held the fragile vase. Apparently, you comprehend the situation faster as your eyes dart from his hand to his eyes to find him mirroring you. His hand is large, soft and warm you note and Jungwon can’t help but thinks almost the same except he thinks your hand is smaller which makes you more adorable than he had ever thought. Neither of you moving from the situation. Hand in hand on the vase and eyes locked on each other. It was almost as if you both didn’t want to let go and maybe the comfortable silence, soft gaze and red cheeks were an indication that you both didn’t.
“OH HEY IT’S YOU JUNGWON!” crack. An abrupt loud voice made the two of you jump, hands pulling out forgetting the fragile vase in your grasp. Jungwon had definitely walked back a few steps and you were too shocked at the vase on the floor to notice the voice that had both of you jumping.
“AND Y/N?!” You finally looked up to see Choi Beomgyu.
“Beomgyu?” You both called in unison.
“Hello, it’s me” He waved at Jungwon then to you, then his attention focused on the broken vase. “Damn, who’s the clumsy person who dropped that? It looks expensive”
You and Jungwon looked at each other, glad Beomgyu missed the event prior to vase breaking. “Uh, I did” You mumble, quickly rushing to the backroom to gather the brush and dustpan to clear the broken piece.
“Oh wow, I’ve never been to this side of the town” Beomgyu walks toward Jungwon who is now sitting back down in his previous seat. “It’s so quiet and nice here”
“Yeah, Y/N’s dad owns the place. I think it’s a perfect spot to hang out without overbearing fans” Jungwon agrees as he watches you clear the broken piece easily and quickly before joining them,
“Your dad owns the place?” Beomgyu directs the question to you which you nod. “Oh… then I should probably g-“
“Excuse me? Is the shop still open?” A voice calls out from the entrance as their footsteps echo closer. Being the daughter of the owner, you quickly stand up and make your way to the customer.
“Actually yeah-“
“Oh I’m so sorry, it isn’t right? I didn’t read the sign” The customer- or rather a potential customer took one glance at you and your resting bitch face and was ready to turn around. Jungwon doesn’t miss the way your expression falls with your head to hide your eyes with your hair.
“No, we’re actually ope-“
“Hello! Welcome! We’re actually still open if you’d like to have a look around!” Jungwon calls out, loud and cheerful enough for the woman to go back. Jungwon takes the apron laying around the front desk and quickly slips it on, walking towards you. “Y/N, we’ll handle this together”
Just like that, the customer walks to you and Jungwon. You both walk her around the flowers and suggest arrangements for each she picked. While you skilfully arranged the flowers, Jungwon and Beomgyu worked their way on the register machine. Soon enough, all three of you were seeing off the customer. When they say words travel fast, it really does because your shop is now facing a line of customers waiting to buy flowers from the small flower shop with “two handsome workers” and just like that, your shop was left empty and a very tired “two handsome workers” and a sale lady.
“I’m sorry I had you two work in the shop out of nowhere” after the three of you get enough rest, you walk out of the staff room, holding two iced tea and serving them to Beomgyu and Jungwon who currently looked tired and you don’t blame them.
“Don’t worry about it, I enjoyed it actually” Jungwon assures you, though you aren’t fully convinced by his tired look. “really, it feels refreshing to do. A day off from the idol stuff”
“For real! It wasn’t what I expected I would be doing when I walked out of the dorm but that was kind of fun actually” Beomgyu adds
“Why were you out and about anyway?” you ask
“I had a fight with Soobin’s pet Odi” Beomgyu scoffs “that little prickly hamster”
“Isn’t Odi a hedgehog?” Jungwon questions, slightly confused if he had heard wrong
“Whatever he is” Beomgyu scoffs again “I swear Soobin is correct that the little guy is Snail Lady”
“You guys have a pet hedgehog?” You awe as you move closer to Beomgyu “I’ve always thought they’re so cute, but I never knew you could have them as a pet!”
“Yeah, He’s called Odi and one of my members, Soobin, has him as a pet” Beomgyu whips out his phone and shows you photos. “Isn’t he so cute?”
“Y/N, but Maeumi is cuter right?” Jungwon is quick to go between you and Beomgyu, asking you about Maeumi
“Well yeah, I guess but they’re both different species-“
“Oh? What happened here?!” Your dad’s voice is heard from the entrance upon seeing your empty flower shop.
“Hey dad” you waved and smiled. “Beomgyu and Jungwon helped us sell out the flowers. Apparently, they’re old ladies man”
“Are you and Jungwon friends now? This guy is also your friend?!” Your dad exclaimed, “You’re both my little goldfish’s friends?”
Jungwon nods and chuckles at your dramatic- almost teary-eyed dad. “Dad, I have friends you know! Stop being dramatic”
“Nice to meet you Beomgyu?” Your dad doesn’t pay attention to you but goes straight to Beomgyu with a handshake. Beomgyu shakes his hand but you and Jungwon can’t help but snicker at his frozen almost scared face.
“Yeah, they’ve been in Hybe U together since the first year!” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at Jungwon. Beomgyu’s heart is leaping out of his chest at that mention, why would Jungwon tell him that. He was sure your dad would be yelling at him at any moment.
“OH! Then any friend of Y/N and Jungwon are welcome here!” Your dad comes closer and hugs Beomgyu. Beomgyu is clearly still shocked and very much frozen. “Y/N, go grab some pastries for these two! And get the fresh ones in the kitchen!” You tsk at this but still go anyway.
“I’m sorry Beomgyu, I must’ve come off as scary again” Your dad settle down, leaving both boys in front of him without words. “ I know I look scary and I’ve been offered those types of jobs before but I promise you, my love for flowers and cafés is greater.. and I’m scared of blood”
“I can take a misunderstanding, but I hope Y/N has been living well without them” your dad continues. “I’m sure Y/N has heard of them but she has never brought it up with me”
Both Beomgyu and Jungwon are still lost for words. Jungwon for thinking again how you two are similar and Beomgyu really questioning the fact that you hadn’t told your own dad about the rumours about you and him in Hybe U because he would definitely have if it was him. Beomgyu notices that in fact, both you and your dad were nothing like the rumours.
“Don’t worry Mr Y/L/N! Nothing like those will ever happen again!” Jungwon speaks up as you’re exiting the kitchen with the pastries in a paper bag in your hand “I will help… and Beomgyu will too”
“That’s right Mr Y/L/N!” Beomgyu speaks up
“Help with what” you catch up
“U-Uh you know…” Jungwon starts
“When you can’t handle the shop like today” Beomgyu continues, sticking out his tongue at you as you do too and placing the paper bags on the table.
“Dad, we should probably go. Jungwon has to help Ms Yang and Beomgyu has some reconciliation to do” You tell him and the boys agree
“Give me two seconds! I forgot about the flower” Your dad rushes to the back room.
“Y/N, you didn’t tell your dad about the rumours in Hybe U?” Beomgyu whispers and you shake your head in response.
“My dad is a little sensitive you see. He gets a little dramatic over something small, so I try not to worry him when he’s already got so much to worry about.” You explain. “Did you guys know when I made friends with the Dream, he celebrated with a party” Beomgyu and Jungwon laughs at the thought. Jungwon can’t help but fall for you all over again. He was definitely in too deep, and he’s not worried at all.
“Jungwon here’s for your aunt” Your dad comes around with a bouquet which Jungwon took before your dad reaches out to Beomgyu with a single red rose wrapped in a thin white paper in his hand. “and this is for you Beomgyu! It’s a gift! Red roses symbolize passionate love and I can see the passion of what you love in you”
“You do?! I am a passionate man!” Beomgyu takes the rose in his hand feeling triumph and happiness.
“Okay Dad, we’ll go now bye!” You pulled the two out of the shop. “I’ll walk Jungwon to the apartment, how about you Beomgyu?”
“I think I’m a fan of your dad” The sparks in his eyes were an understatement. You could practically see fireworks setting off if you look enough.
“Ok, don’t get lost on your way back daydreaming,” You tell him, sending him off but he doesn’t move. “Go reconcile with Odi with your new passion yeah?”
“With passion!” he raises the rose in his hand while walking back.
“Will he be okay?” You ask Jungwon as you two start to make your way back to the apartment.
“He’ll be fine I think” Jungwon laughs as you do too.
39 mf hamster
♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying to make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!
an:uh yeah i got carried away :) Since this is a slightly longer written chapter, i’ll post double tomorrow instead!
just saw a tiktok saying “jay would probably be the type to grab you by the chin to kiss you then smirk in between kisses” i cant stop thinking about it im giggling and shaking in my bed
summary. “jake knew he could be the most horrible being on earth and your too-big, too-empathetic eyes could still look at him adoringly. like he still held the moons and stars in his palms and you would cherish him for it.”
pairing.y/n x enhypen’s jake
genre. broken relationship!au
word count.2k.
warnings. gender neutral!reader, swearing, weed, mention of drugs and drinking, they don’t know how to communicate… lol
inspo.savior complex by phoebe bridgers.
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FROM THE OPEN bathroom door and its faint amber light, the fuzzy silhouette clears sharper as he approaches it adjacent to the bed you lie in, palms touching and tucked under your cheek.
Your eyes should burn from the long workday you’ve had, from the amount of TV you watched, lukewarm microwave dinner leaving marks of steam on the thrifted coffee table. But your eyelids stress to stay creased as you hear the clack of those heavy black boots exit the bathroom to finally reach the bed frame.
Jake knows that you’re awake so he doesn’t try to avoid making sounds or hide the fact he brought a blunt in. Knows that you stay awake for him to come home and that he barely made it before four A.M. today. Almost made you tug the thin sheets back off your body to call to Jay, see whether he had gotten wasted and crashed at his house or had finally gotten hauled to the county jail cell.
It’s exactly 3:58 and you know because you’ve been counting in your head. You’ve gotten good at it after all these months.
Sensing the ruffle of tough fabric as him shrugging his jacket off, it lands with a loud clunk against the metal stand of the lamp in the corner. You can smell the weed and tequila as he sits on his side of the bed, a few feet away from you.
The desire to nag, to get Jake to shower, brush his teeth, and tell him to come home earlier next time has died on your tongue recently. You wish you could wrangle the strength to fight again but it’s too tiring. More tiring than staying up and waiting for the familiar struggle of his dented keys scratching marks on the apartment lock.
His upper body flies back to hit the stiff mattress, head hitting the soles of your feet crammed under the blankets in a fetal position. He wiggles his head so that it tucks between your heels and your ass, a makeshift pillow for the blasting headache you know Jake always gets when he crossfades.
A calloused hand blindly pats up to your space, fingertips finally landing on your hair and tangling in the mess for the sensation. A rush of smoke enters your peripheral from a puff he takes deeply and you finally twist your head.
“Jake. Finish it outside and come to bed.”
A sigh is the answer you get.
He waits for you to shift, to start repeating yourself and slowly build to that anger you’ve got buried within this crumbling foundation you two have been nestling for a year but… it doesn’t come. It hasn’t come all week for some reason.
But he can still hear it now.
“Jake, go. Go, I hate the smell. Go. Shower and come back to me. Come back to us.”
He’s exaggerating with the last sentence. Maybe it’s what he hopes he would hear. To know that you don’t just tolerate his broken self, that you want to go back to the ways things were before everything went wrong.
Jake’s ears catch the pillow sink and for your hair to pull away from his loose grasp as you turn from him again. His heart pumps louder, threatening to spill out of his chest. He can hear it pound on his eardrums, the thrumming from the ceiling fan in the center of the one-room apartment reaching his consciousness somehow and making the nerves along his forearms itch.
With a heave getting up, he snuffs out the short blunt and tosses it on the ashtray by his bedside table. Dusting off the ashes from his fingers, blunt nails scrape on his hairline and then he hops in his seat to pull the blankets from under his weight and the coldly patted space.
Jake runs a hand down your curled side as another attempt. Somewhere within the haze of his mind, his sober self is very much panicked at the sight he’s been dreading for a while. It looks like the time has finally come where you’ve pulled away from him.
He could wake up tomorrow, find your side empty for the last time. Not because you left for work early, or to get aspirin and a Gatorade for his hangover soon, or get him breakfast before you headed to your 9 to 5.
No… you’d be gone from his life forever.
And usually, you’d sink into his frame. Try to treasure the small amount of intimacy he used to so freely provide, no matter whether or not your boyfriend was inebriated. But you don’t move back at all.
He puts so much effort to silence the noises of the yells on the street level outside, the howling of the sharp winds this starry night, that creaking faucet in the bathroom, and that stupid fucking fan.
Just to hear your breathing and see if it’s evened out. It is.
And Jake can’t force himself to sink back into your hold either.
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The whimpers behind your back wake you.
You would’ve figured that Jake had moved to the living room if he was going to have his nightmares but he’s laid beside you by dawn when your eyes crack open. The weight of his arm warms your side and you wonder when he slinked over to you, finally tempted to breach the unspoken boundary between you two since last Sunday.
Sitting up, you note the beads of sweat on Jake’s forehead, the strands of hair darkened and matted to his wet face.
You shake him lightly, a tone of worry laced in your groggy voice. “Jake? Jake?”
Getting more panicked at his mumbles, lips downturned and nose slope scrunched in the agony of his usual night terrors, you tug the blankets off his body. Cupping his face and slapping lightly does nothing to snap him out. His legs start kicking and you climb over his chest.
“Baby, wake up. Baby. Baby, wake up, please.”
Swearing under your breath when you tug the sheets off him, the neck of his white tee is drenched clear. Your hand places a palm to his forehead and it feels like nearing a hot stove. Looking around quickly, you handle a three-day-old water bottle, twist the cap open, and pour it over his face.
Jake gasps, eyes wide open in shock and nearly uplifting your entire body off his figure as he bolts into an upright position. Grasping onto his shoulders and desperately trying to peer into his eyes, your trials to calm him down don’t connect in his mind.
Jumping off the bed and struggling to tug your heavy boyfriend out, you expend massive amounts of energy to drag him to the bathroom, fumbling with knobs until the shower runs on and you push Jake off the edge of the tub into cooling water.
Time moves in slow motion for him, eyelids clenched shut as he plunges backward into the icy droplets. They drench him, sucking the air out of his tight lungs and forcing a puff of alcoholic breath and fog in his mind to burst like a bubble.
The blurriness in his irises fades and when Jake looks up at you, a shot of anxiety snaps in your throat, seizing it for no air to come sucking into your chest. Those wide eyes, so familiar from the beginning of your relationship, stare back at you. Crouching on the floor, your own irises and tough swallow are taken in by Jake’s overbearing gaze.
“Are you alright?”
It takes several seconds before Jake reaches over to push the knob off, slouching in the tub, legs hanging out and heavy lashes blinking sluggishly once more.
“What did you take tonight?”
Irrational fury flashes in the brown eyes you had seen soften earlier at the sight of you. Watching it die out for him to lash out makes your heart sink.
He’s defensive. “Nothing. Nothing different.”
“Then why…?” Your confused and mellow voice further infuriates him.
He had fallen asleep with the thoughts of waking up without you in his life anymore, pushing the pain away with slumber but here you were.
So loyal and loving and caring like you always were with him. Jake knew he could be the most horrible being on Earth and your too-big, too-empathetic eyes could still look at him adoringly. Like he still held the moons and stars in his palms and you would cherish him for it.
“Go to bed.” Jake’s hands slip as he clutches the edge of the tub, yanking himself up with a stumble.
You stand with him, nimble hands out to clutch the hem of his soaked tee, “Wait until your temperature goes down, I’ll get a change of clothes—”
“No,” He interrupts, cold glare serious and closed off, “Go to bed.”
Swallowing the rejection, you can only be still like a statue as Jake uses the sink counter to steady before his wet feet slap to the bed and then the drawers scrape against wood.
As you slowly approach the mattress again, you eye the pillowed space you two share. A lighter sits on Jake’s case. It forces your throat to tighten, then you look at the pile on the ashtray.
The sick smell sticks to your clothes, even if you do everything to get rid of it. Do everything to stop it from infiltrating this apartment and infiltrating Jake’s head. Infiltrate and replace you as a way to release his stress.
Whatever had messed with him so bad in the first place has torn what used to be your home apart.
You’re so tired.
Jake stills at the sound of a sniffle. And when he looks over to your corner, you’re turned around and wiping at your cheeks. Guilt and exasperation mix to bring forth his exasperated voice.
“Y/N,whatare you crying about?”
Your voice warbles and you despise it for doing so.
“Nothing.” Climbing back under the sheets, you face away from him again. Jake can’t stand it.
Placing a knee on the bed, he bends over you to clutch your shoulder.
“Y/N, don’t lie to me, come on. Why are you crying? I didn’t fucking take anything other than weed tonight. I promised you that before—”
Your shrug to get him off causes his fingers to limp on your figure. “Jake, change. Just change.”
He wants to fight. Wants to see you react with something other than dismalness so Jake continues.
“I did. I did, I changed my shirt—”
“No,everything,” You turn, now fully pushing his hand away from your body, “I can’t stand the smell—”
“It’sweed, Y/N! Surely you’ve fucking gotten used to it by now—”
“I don’t care, Jake, pleasejust listen to me and change—”
“I’vechanged!I’ve fucking changed—!”
You stand, unable to lay and take it anymore. Unplugging your phone from its charger, you pocket it and grab your bag as well. Jake follows, lips twisted at your sudden movement.
“Where are you going?”
Shrugging on your jacket from the coat rack and dipping to slip on your sneakers, he swallows roughly in your space, crowding with panic and confusion in his tone while he calls your name repeatedly.
“I can’t. I can’t tonight, I can’t do it.”
It’s all you can say to excuse yourself, the wet trails on your cheeks continuing to flow as Jake gets louder and louder. He attempts to close the front door and stop you but you wait patiently and don’t fight him, only able to shut your eyelids tight and pray for him to get the clue.
You couldn’t muster the energy to scream or protest or anything else you would usually do.
Was this the last straw?
The flurry of noise in your ears fades when Jake digs his nails into your forearms, firmly grasping them and uprooting your feet to bring you close to his big frame. At the tenseness and uneasiness in your expression, he cracks.
He lets go after several seconds of scrutinizing the tears he’s caused to leak from your eyes. Watching your tight swallow and attempt to seem collected, his heart clenches.
“I’ll crash at Eunha’s.”
“Don’t. Stay. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Ican’tbe in the same room right now, Jake!” Your sudden desperation makes him jerk back.
He takes several seconds to pull a meek, “Okay,” from his cracked lips.
You’re too exhausted to feel bad about the harshness of your words. Sighing, Jake pushes his back against the wall to get out the way of the front door and you twist the knob, leaving.
Jake feels his headache return tenfold. The fan keeps going and at the registering of the fucking annoying noise in his head, he stumbles to the middle of your shared one-room apartment, yanking on the thin metal chain for the fan to stop whirling.
All things came to a halt. The apartment sits frozen except for the frustrated breath that escapes Jake’s lips as he hears your feet walk farther and farther away from him.
a regular monday morning, a regular start to the week.
student government starts an hour earlier than the actual school day, so here you are. 6:56 AM exactly, arriving at school with enough time to slip your weekly love letter into his locker on the way to the student government office.
until it wasn’t a regular start.
“good morning vice prez.” his voice rings in your ear as you freeze in your spot, the letter just leaving your fingertips and you hear it hit the bottom of his locker.
maybe you’re hallucinating.
but it’s always good to check.
you turn around and you see jungwon’s figure standing in front of you.
yep, definitely delirious. as student gov’s president, he’s always first in the room, and always last to leave. it’s definitely rare for him to be out right now.
so you mentally shake yourself awake, and walk towards the office. it wasn’t good to daydream.
“hey!” the jungwon hallucination is suddenly running to catch up to you. “it’s rude to ignore your boss!”
you whip your head around.
“my delusions are getting more and more realistic, jungwon sounds exactly as he should in real life.” you say to yourself, slapping your cheeks to wake yourself even more.
“delusions?” jungwon hallucination exclaims. “vice president y/n, i am most definitely not a delusion.”
“jungwon would probably be in the office already, and it’s highly unlikely he would be outside right now, so kindly please go away.” you shooed him as he laughed.
“you’re not wrong, but i was getting my water bottle i forgot in my locker.” your mouth hangs open as you realize.
jungwon giggles and flicks your forehead before he starts walking again.
“are you not surprised that i was the one slipping letters into your locker?” you catch up to him and you question him, playing the whole situation off, attempting to hide your embarrassment.
“i mean, your letters weren’t discrete at all.” he elbows you, smirking. scoffing and crossing your arms. “the handwriting, the stickers, the content. do you not think that i wouldn’t know my vp’s writing?”
“well, what do you think?” you ask, trying to keep your cool.
“hmm, i don’t know, what do i think?” jungwon smiles smugly and winks. “okay, this week’s student government meeting starts now. we’re taking attendance, who’s not here?”
you’re looking down and scowling, but jungwon knows that you understood what he meant.
he knows there’s a blush swarming your cheeks you’re trying to keep a secret, and he smiles to himself.
+ pairing: park sunghoon x female reader + genre: angst, fluff, classmates to lovers, impliedfake-dating,implied unrequited love, high school!au, hearthrob!sunghoon, best friend!jake + warnings: none + word count: 0.8k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary: Sunghoon might have stolen your heart with his perfection, but you had also stolen his heart, even if you were unaware of it. + lia’s note: Hello, how are you today? When I tell you this drabble has my heart, it’s because it does. I am very happy with it and I hope you enjoy it as well! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
“You’re doing it again.” Jake rolled his eyes as you stared at the mirror inside your locker, checking your makeup. “Y/N, you look fine. Any more mascara and I’m afraid your lashes will touch the ceiling.”
You turned around and glared at him, pulling the books he was carrying for you out of his arms. He sighed and leaned away from the locker behind him, messing up his hair. Jake kept staring at you for a while as you packed your belongings inside your locker, picking up the books for your next class. When you were done, you closed it and smiled at your friend, a gesture he reciprocated.
“You do look pretty. You look pretty every day, not just today. It’s just that I-”
At the end of the hallway, a group of students disturbed the peace with bright smiles and happy cheers, high fiving everyone they knew on their way to class. Your eyes landed on the one leading the group, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. That was the Park Sunghoon effect. No one resisted his charms. Not even you.
Sunghoon was everything you looked for in a guy. Besides his good looks, he was an extremely kind and caring person who also had good grades. Other girls described him as mister perfect, and you were almost sure you would start using that title as well. What wasn’t there to like, appreciate or love about him? In theory, Sunghoon could be considered perfect.
When his arms wrapped around a girl’s shoulders and he kissed her cheek, your heart sank in your chest and suddenly, you came back to reality. Perfection wasn’t a part of your world. You could stare all you wanted at Sunghoon, you could admire him from afar, you could even exchange a few words in class, but that was about it. He rarely took more than two seconds to look at you.
If perfection existed, the two of you would be together. If perfection was real, he would be the one you would call boyfriend. If perfection existed, he would be eager to get to know you the same way you were excited to get to know him.
But alas, perfection doesn’t exist. And the fake scenarios in your hand would be just that. Fake.
“Why isn’t he into me?” You said under your breath as he strolled down the corridor with his girlfriend, kissing her cheek softly when he passed in front of you. It felt like the universe was punishing you. “What am I missing?”
You gulped and under Jake’s attentive gaze, you started to make your way to your next class, your eyes staring down at your feet. After a while, Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders and patted it softly, making you look at him. He offered you a kind smile.
“It’s his loss that he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.” He booped your nose and the two of you stopped in front of your classroom. “You’re great, Y/N. And I… I hope someday you’ll fall in love with someone who appreciates you deeply for who you are. Someone that doesn’t make you feel like you’re lacking something. Because you’re whole on your own. And pretty great too.” He cleared his throat and shrugged, fixing the bag on his shoulder and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Maybe a little bit annoying. Oh, and you complain a lot too.” At this, you rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you, making him giggle slightly. “Okay, fine. Fine! I’ll walk you home after classes?”
You fixed your jacket and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.
“Can we stop by the ice cream shop on our way home? I’ll pay for yours!”
“Sure.” He waved at you and started to walk towards the stairs, climbing them two steps at a time.
When he was out of your sight, you took a deep breath, thankful that you had someone like Jake in your life. He was the best friend you could ever ask for and he always knew how to lighten up the mood when you were feeling sad.
As you entered the classroom, you scanned the different tables to try and see who was missing. When your eyes landed on Sunghoon, you forced out a smile his way that he didn’t reciprocate. Instead, he looked away from you and focused on his notebook in front of him, a sad look in his eyes you couldn’t ignore.
Still, you wouldn’t ask him about it. You would wonder about the source of his sadness for the remainder of the class, trying to think of ways to cheer him up, completely oblivious to the fact that you were the source of all the pain he carried right now.
After all, how could Sunghoon admit his feelings for you when what you had with Jake was simply too perfect for him to ruin?
The university should have known that it’d be a bad idea to keep the library open for twenty-four hours. It’s not even exam week or anything, Jay Park’s just not the smartest of students - specifically when it comes to writing.
Why did all students have to take English 102 anyways? He chose computer science as his major for a reason. Sure, he isn’t illiterate or anything, but the amount of analysis and depth that schools expected from students was way too much, especially from a text such as One Thousand and One Nights. Half-way through Night 146 in the novel, and already into stage 1 of non-REM sleep, Jay had just about drooled into the pages of his eighty dollar text when a hand begins to aggressively ruffle his hair. Snapping up from his bare nap, he sighs in defeat when he sees you - bright-eyed and smiling down at him.
“Ew, get away,” he frowns, turning away from you and towards the wall in an attempt to fall back into a nap.
“Are you gonna just nap here?” Snorting, he nods into his arm, trying to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lighting. “Maybe just go home dude.”
He shakes his head no. “But the vibes here are so much better for naps.”
“Well, you could at least study with me.”
“Does it look like I study, Blue?”
Rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. “You should be. What if you fail a class this sem? What then?”
“But I haven’t,” Jay smiles and you want nothing more than to wipe it off his smug little face. Looking around the library, you notice that there are a few other students that seem to have a long night ahead; a couple giggling together in the opposite corner, a group of friends throwing crumpled papers around at each other, and a few other individuals freaking out over a laptop and/or a stack of books.
Jay had chosen a table far enough from the other groups for the area to feel private, but close enough to still hear the white noise of the public space. With the corner of the space all to yourselves, and with Jay drifting off into whatever dream he’s beginning to have, you take out your own homework and begin working on it. You were comfortable enough with one another that this was natural. It felt like home.
It’s almost funny. You’d both gone to the same school since elementary, but were never close enough to establish a friendship until the first day of university. It was orientation day, and you were randomly placed in the same tour group together, and with your introversion and his first-day nerves, you drifted towards familiarity.
Towards each other.
So as Jay began to snore, to your amusing dismay, you worked for a little over an hour, pumping out answers to math equations you barely understood. From your perspective, his blonde hair is just a mess of a mop, covering his open novel, now used as a pillow. It’s a little past midnight when you decide it’s about time for him to wake up.
Reaching over the desk, you smile to yourself, his half hanging half-open just like his eyes (a terrifying habit that you’ve gotten used to by now). You shake him awake, and again he snaps up, rubbing his eyes and looking around. “Wakey wakey.”
He frowns, stretching and then falling into the back of his chair. “What time is it?”
“12:24,” you reply, having glanced at your phone screen.
“Then why’d you wake me, Blue?” he pouts, pouting like the one emoji with the sparkles in its eyes.
You blink. “I’m hungry.”
Jay sighs. He should be used to this by now, considering you bothering him for food was an almost daily occurrence. Regardless, he is amused to your antics enough to get up and pat his back pocket to check for his wallet. “Let’s go then.”
After packing your stuff, you and Jay make your way through the university halls towards the convenience store just a few blocks away. You, energized by the crisp evening air, skip along happily as he trails behind you at a slow and exasperated pace. Little do you know, the thoughtless song you’re humming and the dimples gracing your cheeks as you do so captivate your dear friend the way you’ve been captivating him since early on in university.
You might be a little afraid to discuss it, much less admit it to one another, but one too many late nights out and one too many classes skipped together just kind of led up to the inevitable thing that can happen with most close friendships. Whatever happens happens, but for now, you’re here and he’s here and you’re both happy.
And from across the street from the library building, you spot the neon lights of the convenience store. There’s an array of plastic tables and chairs just outside by the sidewalk too where you and Jay have made a habit of eating your midnight snacks at. But just before you step onto the street, you feel a soft hand wrap around your wrist. “It’s still a green light, Blue,” Jay deadpans, pulling back to his side.
Blood rushing to your cheeks, you smile at him sheepishly. “There are literally no cars out.” Hence, the empty streets right in front of you.
“But if there were?”
Rolling your eyes, you cross the road once the lights allow for you to walk and into the convenience store you both go. Having visited the place several times a week for a little while now, both you and Jay already know the layout of the aisles and so you don’t hesitate to smile brightly at the tired clerk behind the counter before heading straight towards the back. You argue a little over snack choices but in general, it doesn’t take you both over ten minutes to make your purchases and preparations of cup ramens, chips, and tonight’s soda of choices.
And just like any other night, you and Jay make your way outside and sit at the table farthest away from the front doors of the store. With only the slight breeze of the late autumn air, Jay and you are alone in the night with your food in a world that feels timeless. There’s a full moon, and it looks pretty from where you sit.
“Blue, are you cold?”
Looking up, you shake your head no while continuing to mix the noodles with your chopsticks. “Every night, you ask me that without fail, and every night, I have never said yes.”
“And every night, I give you my jacket anyways,” Jay smiles, scrunching his nose before shrugging the sleeves of his bomber jacket off and despite your protests, you allow him to walk over to your side of the table anyways as he hangs the jacket over your shoulders.
“You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“You’re the one who woke me up from a nap twice in under an hour,” Jay retorts with a smirk on his face before shoving noodles into his mouth.
Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair and cross your arms. “Because if you’re going to sleep in public, you might as well just go home.”
“But the vibes at the library are much better for napping.”
“And if I never came, you could have been robbed,” you answer with an amused look on your face as you see the realization hit Jay’s face.
But when you see a smile creep back on his face as Jay leans over the table closer to you, you know he has the perfect retort. “But you came right?”
“But what if I didn’t?”
“But you did. And I trusted that you would.”
As much as you’d love to roll your eyes at his comment, you can’t help but smile back, blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart beating just a little faster than it was earlier. Whenever Jay says something silly like that, something that blurs the line between your friendship and something a little more, it’s never affected you too much. Sharing his jacket with you and spending late nights talking about whatever with you was your normal.
But that trust - that mutual trust that defines everything about your relationship with Jay Park is everything is exactly what makes your heart melt in the moment.
God only knows that if you didn’t love him before, you certainly do now.
And after an hour of snacking, gossiping, and sharing this late night, or early morning, together, you and Jay decide it’s time to relocate back to the library. And of course, on your way back across the street, you once again neglect to notice that the light is still red. You don’t realize Jay has intertwined your fingers together until he tugs you right back to his side, keeping his eyes away from looking at you as you look up to him sheepishly once again.
“What did we say earlier about crossing the road?”
“There are no cars! It is one in the morning Jay,” you insist, pouting up at him and trying to get him to face you. When he doesn’t respond, you huff and look back out into the street. And in a joking fashion, you say, “Stop acting like you actually care about whether or not I would die. If you really loved me, you’d let me break the law.”
“But what if I did?”
“Huh?”
“Not the law-breaking part, Blue,” Jay clarifies, tugging your hand when the lights turn green. “What if I did love you? What then?”
And in your flusteredness, you pull your hand away from the warmth of his and both of you stop to look at one another in the middle of the empty street with the full moon in the sky. “I love you too,” you share.
“Gross,” Jay sticks his tongue out, once again taking you by the hand and together, you walk back into the library for the rest of your night, and maybe (just maybe), the rest of your lives together.
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you and jays worlds should’ve never collided. hes the most popular kid in school, and you, for lack of better terms, weren’t. so what happens when you’re thrown into a spiral after he reveals hes your favorite manga artist? and what could be more shocking? the fact that hes been using you for inspiration.
oh my goodness :( this was such a fun ride !! thank you to everyone who enjoyed my first smau :)) this story was so cute to make and i hope you all enjoyed it as much as i did ! sorry if the end seemed off, im not great at these :// but until next time !
you and jays worlds should’ve never collided. hes the most popular kid in school, and you, for lack of better terms, weren’t. so what happens when you’re thrown into a spiral after he reveals hes your favorite manga artist? and what could be more shocking? the fact that hes been using you for inspiration.
synopsis: heeseung and y/n - two victims of a mutual skinny love. too shyegoistical to confess, too similar to one another. but what happens when she secretly takes a liking to her bestfriend’s closest friend, jay?
PRECIS. the chances of you confessing to your crush sums to zero when you realise you have to pretend to have a crush on sunghoon, just to help your friend hide her feelings for the ice prince.
or, alternatively, in which you borrow an eraser from your friend, yi kyeong, which has sunghoon’s name written on it ( or so you think ) so, when the mentioned boy sees it, you have no other choice but to lie that you have a crush on him to avoid disclosing your friend’s secret.
GENRE. humour, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, coming of age
after much consideration, you’ve reached the conclusion that you haven’t fallen for sunghoon. your heart is skipping beats because of arrhythmia and you’re persuading your mom to get you an appointment.
you simply can’tfall for sunghoon. he’s way out of your league ( see, you’re not shy to admit that ) besides, you don’t know each other. you don’t know about him but to you, sunghoon is just an ideal classmate, or a close acquaintance, or simply a friend, at most. moreover, here comes the best friend’s code : you can’t crush on your best friend’s crush, let alone date. you sleep with your guilt plagued mind everyday, knowing you and sunghoon are in ‘love’ behind your best friend’s back.
“yn,” you feel a push towards your shoulders, driving you out of your thoughts to find sunoo looking at you with concern written all over his face. “what are you thinking?”
you shake your head. “nothing,” another lie. well, you’ve been lying a lot recently. you don’t remember creating high walls of lies around you in just a few days, with only sunghoon knowing the way in, but again he’s looking at another lie you’ve made him believe.
“take a break if you need to. the play will start in a few minutes,” right, the play. you’re excited to see sunghoon and kyeong steal the show. you’re dying to see them receive best actors award for the night. you’re dying to have the annual school magazine print their picture on the front page. you’re excited for them, or so you tell yourself.
it’s embarrassing to know that somewhere inside, you feel a little bitter about the whole crew picking sunghoon without any recrutionary procedure. you don’t think he’s a bad actor, god, you can never. you haven’t seen him act but there’s nothing that boy can’t do. there’s a rumour spinning about how his mother was one of the best actors in Seoul’s best theatre crew. though, you don’t know how much of it is true.
but, that’s beyond the point. you don’t need to find his family history to know that he’s talented in all aspects. it’s crazy how similar sunghoon and yi kyeong are. you’re about to discard all those thoughts and continue with the procedure until you hear the commotion in the hallway.
“we have— oh my god, yn, thank god you’re here.” jake takes a breath of relief, walking towards you with a hopeful stare. “sunghoon has sprained his leg, we need a replacement.”
now, that isn’t the issue you want to deal with around ten minutes before the play. “what am i supposed to do about it?”
“do you know someone who can fit the role?” he questions further.
you’d be lying if you say you’re actually thinking of someone as a replacement, for your brain is too busy worrying about sunghoon as his injury. call it the godsent timing, because just then, your eyes fall upon the boy standing across the room. “how about seonghwa?”
“what? who, me? no,” he declines with an awkward laugh. “i have terrible stage fear. i’m sure no one wants to see a prince charming with overflowing anxiety.” yeah no, he’s right. besides, yi kyeong will be upset to know that not only she’s working with a substitute prince charming, but also, he has chronic anxiety.
“but they want a handsome prince charming.” jake isn’t half wrong either. they never held auditions for prince charming, proceeding to pick sunghoon as if the rest of the population is a joke. hence, the audience doesn’t care about skills, but rather, the looks. “just practise your scenes. we’ll pre-record your lines and schedule the play as the closing show.”
jake turns to look at you. “yn, can you please—”
“i’m sorry, do you know where sunghoon is?” the question falls off your lips almost immediately, without giving him any chance to speak. you hear something along the lines of ‘school backyard’ as a responseand sprint as if it’s the race for your life.
it’s basic human decency, you presume. had it been someone else, someone you haven’t even seen, you would still run, almost tripping and bumping into people. you would still grab a bunch of bandages and relief sprays from the medkit in the staff room if this were about someone else. it’s not just sunghoon, you tell yourself. he’s not special, especially to you.
“geez, did you forget to walk to something?” you snicker as soon as you spot him sitting by the stairs, browsing through what looked like twitter at the slight glance you managed to steal.
sunghoon chuckles, stuffing his phone inside the pocket of his padded coat. “you look tired.”
“yeah, i ran from the other side of the school and almost tripped thrice on my way here.” you feel him snicker at the irritation in your voice while you take a look at his ankles and start dressing— by the way, you notice that he has pretty toenails; and after recalling how pretty his fingers look, it makes you wonder if he gets his mani-pedi done every week or so. “gosh, do teachers know that their favourite student can’t even walk to save his life?”
“are you worri—”
“of course, i am!” and then a pause; sunghoon flaunts a taunting smirk in your direction and you realise how punchable his face looks. “i mean, anyonewould be worried. what if it’s a fracture instead? they treat you like a national treasure, everyone will go crazy.”
you’re not wrong.
everyone in the school, or even outside the institutional premises if possible, treasures sunghoon more than their lives. you still remember the day minhee took the blame on her after sunghoon accidently broke the principal’s bonsai, only for him to thank her by saying that she’s like his younger sister. long story short, there are numerous tales about people vouching for him and what not— it’s exhausting. the point is how big of a breaking news it would be when his ‘fans’ will know that sunghoon hurt himself and won’t be attending school for the next couple of days, probably. you wonder if people will still watch the play once they know that their beloved sunghoon isn’t the male lead anymore.
“how long do you think it’ll take to heal?” it’s an attempt to strike a conversation and you’re glad sunghoon took the initiative. you were starting to feel embarrassed with his ankles in your hand.
“hm, three days? or four? maybe a weak? depends on how well you’re taking care of yourself.”
“four days,” another pause, he tends to think before tapping on your shoulder, making you look up at him. “do you want to go on a date with me?”
it’s like you’ve experienced culture shock. “what?”
“what? we have one due from the last time,” he smirks again, and you realise that he has been smirking a lot late. it’s beyond extents and makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. “so, do you want to, you know, four days later?”
it’s back, the arrhythmia. you seriously need to get yourself checked before cardiac arrest knocks on your door. oh, and you’d love to punch his good for nothing handsome face but you don’t, maybe because he’s injured. after all, how is a man supposed to live with a broken leg and nose?
“looks like you’ve hit your head too.” you stand up, handing him the remaining bandages before storming off the venue. little did you know that your cheek started heating up the moment you looked into his eyes.
“hey, you didn’t give me an answer!” and you don’t want to either. you walk away, assuming someone would come and assist him to the main building because if you stay next to him for another second, you’ll go crazy. you absolutely hate coming to terms with your feelings but maybe, maybe you do have slight infatuation with sunghoon; and maybe, you need to get onto it with kyeong before it’s too late.
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“and the last scene? i was screaming internally—”
“can we talk?” you interrupt kyeong, partly because your ears will bleed if you heard another word about how ecstatic acting with seonghwa was and partly because you actuallywant to talk.
she stops, slight nervousness settling on her face. “yeah, sure.”
“about your crush,” it’s just three words and you’re already willing to leave the conversation taking place on your own accord. “okay, all i’m saying is that i like him too. i’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”
and then you hear her laugh, out of everything. a part of you wants to scream because you just disclosed an important info, something you don’t even want to acknowledge yourself, and she’s laughing. moreover, it’s about the love of her life. your friendship is at stake and she’s laughing. perhaps you have a broken humour for not getting the joke.
“why would i be mad?” you blink, wondering if you heard her right. not like you were expecting her to go off and beat you in the middle of the street at 9 pm, but there’s always a chance. “i don’t think i have a chance with him either way. so, i’ll just root for you.”
this is why you think sunghoon and yi kyeong are perfect for each other. they both are nice, literal saints, embodiments of kindness, not a vile cell inside of them. as for you, you had your sibling’s snack last evening and stepped on your mom’s foot while running away across the household. you don’t think sunghoon has even stepped on an ant. instead, he seems the type to help them navigate or something.
“i feel bad now that you’re giving up,” you confess, and it’s true. probably the truest truth you’ve said so far. you feel frustration pent up inside you, threatening to overflow any second. “why did i have to fall for sunghoon out of all the people?!”
“wait, sunghoon?” kyeong asks, dumbfounded, or rather, confused.
“yes, we’re talking about sunghoon, right?” okay, you don’t have a good feeling about the direction this conversation is heading towards.
“no?” she clarifies and the look on your face morphs into visible panic. “i don’t like sunghoon.”
“what?” you yell, turning a few passing heads towards you. however, you pay them no mind. “i thought you liked sunghoon because of the name on your eraser. p-s-h, park sunghoon, it makes sense!”
kyeong shakes her head in denial. “no, it’s p-s-h, park seonghwa. i like seonghwa and not sunghoon!”
an awkward pause follows. it’s a mess inside your head. you abso-fucking-lutely can’t believe the way you misunderstood the whole situation, and got yourself into a problem with seemingly no way out. you could’ve asked her about the eraser but you didn’t, proceeding to make your own assumptions and ending up in an even bigger issue.
yi kyeong gasps, pulling you out of your thoughts. “oh my god, then you have a crush on sunghoon?” that phrase doesn’t surprise you anymore. “i thought you liked sunoo.”
maybe, that surprises you a bit. you remember fawning over sunoo, thinking about him all day, reading and re-reading your conversations with him. being with sunoo has always been the highlight of your day, yet you don’t recall thinking about him ever since sunghoon walked into your life. you didn’t seem to mind when sunoo hung out with other people but you feel as if you have a knife by your neck whenever you spot sunghoon with others.
you simply don’t know what’s happening to you. “yeah, uh, surprise?” and this isn’t the time to laugh but you do, trying to lighten the burden on your shoulders. “i’m not really sure if i like sunghoon yet.” liar, you are. you may deny it till the end of the time but you know you’re falling for sunghoon; slowly and gradually, but you are.
“didn’t you just say you like sunghoon, though?” she smirks as if she can see through the lies you tell yourself. “well, whatever. at least, we don’t have to be love rivals.” yeah, maybe there’s onegood thing about this whole situation. imagine having a crush on your best friend’s crush, embarrassing. but again, being in this situation built over misunderstandings is even more embarrassing, it’s eating you out.
at this point, you don’t even care about you, or your so-called reputation if someone discloses this whole thing to the public. you don’t care about sunoo, nor do you give two flying fucks to your seemingly dead feelings for him. you only have one thing on your mind : park sunghoon.
it isn’t about how you feel towards him. you’re still in the maybestage. perhaps, you don’t like sunghoon and this is just your fatigued brain coming up with bizzare conclusions. you remember falling for sunghoon the day he walked you home. however, the next day, you were back to normal. you didn’t remember shit about butterflies and zoos. perhaps, it’s the same this time as well. so, you don’t care about your feelings, but you can’t seem to ignore how he feels towards you.
to sunghoon, who doesn’t have any idea about the truth lying within, every second of this is true. every moment, every step, every word, every touch, every gaze, every smile, everything. he thinks you like him. no, actually, he’s convinced that you like him. and sunghoon being the kindest person on earth is trying his best to like you back, to know you beyondeveryone else’s perception of who you are. he greets you every morning over texts and bids you good night. he asks if you’re doing okay, if you need help with assignments, if you’re down for an evening stroll— he’s giving hiseverything; and you always turn his advances down, never daring to cross the wall you’ve created between you and him.
sunghoon takes one step towards you, and you take four away from him.
kyeong bids her goodbyes at the intersection from where you both have opposite ways home. you had planned to spend the night at her place, only for your mother to refuse, saying she has a few things she needs to talk to you about. you halt at the intersection, staring and sighing at the night sky, contemplating how mess of a life you have as if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions.
“yn?” you close your eyes. now is not the time. sunoo is like the last person you want to see tonight. “what are you looking at?” he chuckles, mirroring your actions as he follows your gaze and looks up at the empty night sky as well.
“your mom,” he frowns at your reply, sending a sour stare your way. sunoo isn’t the biggest supporter of your mom jokes, actually. “what are you doing here? didn’t you leave for home long ago?”
“yes but,” he pulls out what seems like your scarf from his bag, handing it out to you. “you forgot this. sunghoon said he would’ve given it to you himself but his leg … you know. don’t be sad that your boyfriend couldn’t make it, though. he said he’d be at school tomorrow.”
boyfriend, right. it feels odd hearing it from sunoo, and you and sunghoon aren’t even dating yet. would he still be able to say those words with ease if he knew you have a crush on him, or rather, usedto? overthinking apart, you’re glad sunoo came to return your scarf or your mother wouldn’t have let you inside tonight. it doesn’t take you realise that sunghoon and sunoo are actually close, and they have gotten even closer over the past few days thanks to you and your crush on sunghoon.
maybe, sunoo is the only one who can help you out. “can i ask you about something?” he nods, and you narrate your whole story about how you borrowed the eraser from yi kyeong, sunghoon misunderstanding the setting, the person kyeong actually has a crush on and everything else, all the things except the fact that you like sunoo— usedto.
“can you get more stupid?” that’s the first thing sunoo comes up with after you update him on your dilemma.
“how am istupid when sunghoon assumed everything in the first place?” you slap his arm playfully, earning an exaggerated response. “what should i do?”
sunoo scoffs. “tell him the truth.” god, no, asking him was the wrong-est move you’ve ever made. “don’t look at me like that! i hope you know you’re basically playing with that poor boy’s feelings.” that’s right. that’s the phrase; playing with his feelings. you didn’t want to accept it initially, you’re not the type to play with anyone’s feelings and what’s happening right now is a big misunderstanding.
however, hearing it from sunoo makes it sound even worse. not to mention, you feel awful. you try to imagine sunghoon’s reaction after you tell him the truth. you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. what would you do if you were in his shoes? how would you react? maybe you’d end up actually hating him, scream and shout, act like a dramatic bitch, and whatnot; but sunghoon doesn’t seem the type to do that. he doesn’t come off as someone who’d shout at you. maybe, he’ll say it’s okay, and thank you for coming clean, and move on as if nothing happened.
the problem is, even if he’s heartbroken, he wouldn’t let you know; and you, being yourself, would believe it and stamp him as just another passerby in your life.
“how do i bring it up to him?” you mumble, looking at sunoo. you’re thinking of another excuse in the back of your head. something along the lines of ‘hey, i don’t think you have to force yourself to like me yada yada—’ it sounds hella generous. you don’t want to turn this in your favour. even if sunghoon claims he’s not forcing himself to like you, you will convince him otherwise. that’s your thought process, your silly way out of this situation.
“just be straightforward.” sunoo interrupts your trail of thoughts. “you know, he lives just a street behind yours so if we hurry, we can make it before ten.” you take a look at your phone screen : 9:50pm. sunoo’s hand slips into yours as he sprints towards sunghoon’s house. you don’t know what time has to do with any of these. sure, ten at night is probably not the right timing to go visit someone but still, you have had your friends stand out of your window at two in the morning for impromptu midnight escapades.
maybe, sunghoon is one of those ‘good boys’ who goes to bed at ten sharp, without excuses. to be honest, it sounds very sunghoon-like. dinner at seven, studies following, and then to bed at ten, seems like something the one and only park sunghoon would do.
before you realise, you find yourself standing in front of what is supposed to be sunghoon’s house. it’s nice, beautiful, even. the garden is well maintained and you wonder if he’s into gardening. sunoo shoots a call to sunghoon, who peeks down at the street through his window just a few seconds later, waving at you before disappearing behind the grey curtains.
it’s cute, you think, and then decide that you’re crazy. no way, you just called park sunghoon cute. sure, you find him a bit interesting but not like you have a passionate crush on him. you can be one of those fans, nothing more.
a girl opens the door and you recall that she could be his sister. he talks about her every time you both complain about siblings. sunghoon helps himself down the stairs, using wall as support while his sister aids him shortly. you wonder if this is a wrong time to meet him. his ankle doesn’t look bad, not like you can actually see it, but back at school, he wasn’t even able to move it.
“how’s your leg?” the question falls off your lips instinctively, without giving him or sunoo, a chance to even breath in each other’s direction.
sunghoon smiles, looking down at his ankles before setting his eyes back on you. “quite better.” involuntarily, you reciprocate his smile, nodding before waving at his sister as well, who excuses herself shortly. “would you like to come in?”
“no, actually,” sunoo cuts in, giving you a look of assurance. “we want to talk about something. shewants to, actually.” and sunoo steps aside, leaving you and sunghoon alone to talk everything out and clear all the misunderstandings.
“so, the eraser,” you begin, hesitatingly, looking at sunoo who shoots you thumbs up from a distance. “it actually belongs to yi kyeong. i borrowed it for a test since i didn’t bring mine. the name too, the psh on it stands for park seonghwa, and not park sunghoon.” you want to dig a hole and die because first, this is so embarrassing. sunghoon looks at you unfazed as if he’s too stunned to speak; and second, your voice practically dies towards the end of your sentence, making it more terrible than it already is.
sunghoon doesn’t speak for next thirty seconds. he simply looks at you, blinking occasionally, making you wonder if your confession traumatised him so much that he lost his verbal abilities. you won’t blame him. this whole thing is hurtful enough to give anyone a trauma. furthermore, as you’re about to speak more, he lets out a dry chuckle, almost convincing you that he has gone crazy. “that’s it?”
that’s it? that’s it? that’s allhe has to say? you’re about to lose your mind.
“i mean, i’m sorry for not bringing it up earlier,” you kind of want to scream in the middle of the road because you went through all this trouble, beating your mental health to death, only for him to chuckle and say that’s it? then you ponder if it’s sarcasm, or if sunghoon wants a written apology from you, one that you will post on the school’s forum and recite in front of the whole school at morning assembly. you’re marginally close from ripping your hair out, strand by strand.
“it’s okay. you couldn’t tell me before because i took it so seriously. it’s my fault for jumping to conclusions.” you’re almost in tears once again. had it been someone else, or let alone someone else, had it been youin his shoes, you would’ve made a scene; and sunghoon is here, in front of you, taking the blame for something that isn’t his fault in the first place.
“no, sung—”
“i said it’s okay. i’m glad you brought it up. you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” he cuts you off, reassuring you again and again. all this time, you’ve been thinking about yourself, never really considering him and when you finally give him a chance to call you out, he turns the situation in your favour. “honestly, i’m relieved.”
“sunghoon, what are you doing outside?” an unfamiliar voice breaks in before you could respond to his words. you run your eyes around, who sunghoon seems to have forgotten about, only to realise he has already left. turns out, the voice belonged to sunghoon’s mother and godbless, she’s just as pretty as him, or even more. “and you should invite your friend inside. it’s cold out here.”
“yn’s not a friend. they’re more of a,” ain’t no way. if sunghoon’s planning to say what you’re thinking then there’s no way he hasn’t gone crazy. “classmate. they were about to leave.” his mother nods, smiling at you as she walks inside, leaving you and sunghoon basking in silence. suddenly, all the words inside your mouth die down, leaving a taste of speechlessness as you mutter a silent goodbye to him.
“you good? why do you look pale all of a sudden?” sunghoon asks, stepping forward to check your temperature, only for you to step back as an empty frown settles on his face.
“i know i lied but i always thought we were at least friends,” you say it with a chuckle, having sunghoon retreat his hand as you turn around, proceeding on your way back home. “take care of yourself.”
it’s funny because all this time, you’ve been stepping away from sunghoon, never letting him approach you, taking multiple steps away from him; but just watching him step away from you feels like the life inside you has been knocked out. but it’s fine, this is what you’ve wanted.
and just like that, you and sunghoon get all the way back to step one, being what you initially were : classmates.
NOTE. hi this took so long help i hope you haven’t forgotten me ( hi it’s caelin bffies ) anyway only two chapters to go yeahhh however, they might take even more time to come out since i’m moving to another state this wednesday. so, i’ll be busy for the rest of this month, then i have college entrances next month so i’ll be busy till july 20th too :( i don’t think i’ll get time to post but i’ll definitely try to update soon after !
As you walked up the stairs, Heeseung followed behind you, managing to get into the spare room with you before you closed the door on him.
“You can’t just walk away,” he told you, sitting down on the bed as you did, making sure that you didn’t sleep on your argument.
Your eyes rolled, “I’m pretty sure I can.”
“I didn’t mean to take her side over yours earlier,” Heeseung began to tell you, watching your body turn away from him. “I know you think that I was siding with her, but I wasn’t, I just wanted to calm things down.”
“It didn’t come across that way at all Heeseung,” you replied to him, “maybe you worded it wrong, but I felt let down by you, you could have at least heard me out.”
“I would never mean to do that,” he sighed.
“But that’s how I fault,” you explained to him, “it was as if you were coming at me and blaming me for what had gone on.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” Heeseung assured you, “I just didn’t know how else to end things.”
“You could have at least sided with me Hee.”
“I agree, I’m sorry.”
Jay:
Your eyes looked down as Jay placed his hands in front of you, thinking he was telling you to take a few breaths until his mouth opened.
“Drop it,” Jay told you as you found yourself getting more and more irritated with the girl in front of you, “you’re getting loud.”
Your head nodded, “and why’s that Jay?”
“I’m sorry,” he preceeded to tell the girl that you were arguing with. “Y/N can sometimes get a little passionate if she believes that she’s right, if she said anything hurtful to you, then I apologise for her.”
“Are you kidding me?” You yelled back at Jay, “why are you apologising when I didn’t do anything wrong? Why do you just presume that I was rude and hurtful to her.”
“I know what you’re like,” he told you.
“Great,” you spoke, beginning to walk away, only for Jay to pull you back. “You just think the worst of me and nobody else, don’t you?”
“I don’t ever think the worst of you Y/N,” Jake assured you, “but I’ve seen what you’re like in heated arguments.”
“Are you sure? You paint me out like I’m horrible.”
“You’re not horrible at all.”
Jake:
Your eyes widened as Jake told you to be quiet at the table, turning around to face him as he tried his best to diffuse the argument that was brewing.
“You don’t have to be right all the time,” Jake warned you, resting his hand against your shoulder, only for you to shrug him off.
A scoff came from you, “I see, take her side.”
“I’m not taking anyone’s side, I’m just saying that you need to not react,” he whispered, keeping his voice quiet so that no one else around the table could hear him, “she’s not looking to fight, so you shouldn’t be either.”
“Did you hear what she said to me?” You asked him in confusion, “why are you telling me not to fight back and stand up for myself? I thought you’re supposed to support me.”
“I do, when I think you’re right,” Jake sighed.
“I see,” you groaned, turning away from Jake, “it’s nice to know that you have my back Jake, and not some other random person’s back instead.”
“I’m not having anyone’s back,” Jake replied, getting slightly agitated, “I just don’t see the point of arguing for the sake of it.”
“I’ll be quiet for the rest of the night, don’t worry.”
“Y/N, come on.”
Sunghoon:
You spun around as soon as you heard Sunghoon yell at you to stop shouting, ignoring the girl that was shouting in front of you too.
“You’re better than this,” Sunghoon told you, turning you away from the girl so that she had no choice but to walk away.
Your stared hardened, “why yell at me?”
“Because I can’t exactly yell at a person that I don’t know, can I?” Sunghoon asked you in his defence, only for your head to nod back at him, wondering why he didn’t stand up for you and shout at her.
“Yelling at me makes it look like I’m the one to blame,” you informed Sunghoon, “she was the one that decided to come and have a go at me, not the other way around.”
“I was just trying to help,” Sunghoon told you.
“If you want to help me, understand what’s going on and stop the person yelling at me,” you suggested, “not just going for me.”
“I didn’t feel comfortable telling her to stop when I don’t know her,” he frowned, running a hand through his hair.
“Now she thinks that you blame me for this.”
“I don’t blame you.”
Sunoo:
Your eyes shot across at Sunwoo as he told the girl that you were arguing with to go, telling her that she’d save herself a lot of hassle than arguing.
“I think we should go too,” Sunwoo told you once the girl had gone, trying to hold your hand, only for you to move away.
Your head shook, “what did you mean hassle?”
“I just meant that you’re not exactly the easiest person to argue with,” Sunwoo tried to defend, not realising that he was digging himself a bigger hole, “chances were she probably didn’t mean to upset you anyway.”
“You didn’t hear what she said,” you told him, staring wide eyed across at Sunwoo, “you’re just presuming that I was in the wrong, what sort of person do you think I am?”
“I’ve argued with you Y/N,” Sunwoo reminded you.
“So that just automatically makes you think that I’m to blame,” you huffed, “thanks for your support, Sunwoo, what would I do without you?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he tried to tell you, but you were already starting to walk off, “where are you going Y/N?”
“Somewhere that I’m at least supported.”
“I do support you Y/N.”
Jungwon:
A hand pulling you back quickly stopped you from launching your drink at the girl in front of you as she continued to bad mouth you to your face.
“Y/N, come on,” Jungwon told you as he tried to pull you back, not wanting to see you get hurt or into any kind of trouble.
Your head shook, “she started it Jungwon.”
“Come on,” he repeated as the girl began to plead innocence too, screaming at Jungwon that the argument was your fault. “I brought you here to support me, not so that you could start fights with people.”
“Me?” You gasped, pulling your hand out of his hold. “I didn’t start anything; I was just standing up for myself. I can’t believe that you’re listening to her and not to me.”
“I’m trying to fix things,” he defended.
“Then why tell me that I’m the one that started the argument,” you enquired, moving out of his hold, “why pick someone over me?”
“I’m not picking anyone,” Jungwon huffed, “if you weren’t the one to start the argument, then I’m sorry for saying it.”
“It’s not if, I wasn’t the one to do it.”
“Alright, I’m sorry Y/N.”
Ni-ki:
You slammed the front door behind you as the two of you returned home from your evening, blocking Riki out as you threw yourself down on the sofa.
“Are you going to ignore me all night long?” He quizzed as he followed you into the room, “you can’t stay quiet with me forever Y/N.”
Your eyes quickly widened, “do you want to try?”
“Is this still about me siding with the dancer?” He asked, your silence giving him his answer as you ignored him. “I’m sorry Y/N, but you can’t expect me to agree with you when I don’t, she was in the right this time.”
“How was she right?” You scoffed in disbelief, “she told me that I was wrong about what studio to find you in, so when I proved her wrong, I made sure that she knew it.”
“You kicked off for no reason,” he told you.
“How?” You challenged, turning to face him, “you didn’t see the smug smile on her face Riki when she tried to tell me that I was wrong.”
“You should’ve been the bigger person and ignored her,” he explained, “going back didn’t do anyone any favours.”
