#seokmin imagine

그는 기회를 놓칠 것이다. He’s gonna miss his chance.

Description: Dokyeom runs a puppy cafe with his friends Wonwoo and Mingyu. Life is calm and uninteresting until a mystery girl appears every morning and makes a connection with the one dog in the cafe who remained unconnected with nearly everyone in the cafe. Who is this mystery girl?
Warnings: NONE
Genre: FLUFF
Word Count: 4.4k

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It was late morning and Dokyeom had just finished letting the dogs out onto the cafe floor. Wonwoo was busy prepping the cafe counter while Mingyu was pouring out breakfast for the dogs.

After breakfast was served, Mingyu moved to clean out the dogs’ potty area in the back and Dokyeom helped Wonwoo stock the display case. The dogs ran around and played with each other. Some of the smaller dogs ran in the clear tube system they had set up along the front windows. Except for one.

The small dog named Luna sat in the tubing next the door nearly level with the door handle. All Dokyeom could see was the messy light brown fur that covered her back as she sat just staring out the window. Not moving a muscle but he knew that her eyes followed every person and every car that passed by. Customers never really interested her and she sat either in that spot of the one on the other side of the front door daily. The only person who could really capture her attention was Wonwoo but he was usually busy with the cafe during the days so she just sat there.

It was while Dokyeom was looking at Luna that he saw her. And so did many of the other dogs. The dogs started barking and followed as she passed in front of the windows. She looked over at the dogs chasing her and a smile touched her lips.

Most of the dogs were following her from the cafe floor but a few managed to sneak into the tunnels and follow her there. As she walked passed, a small dog just sitting in the tunnels caught her attention.

She paused and looked at the dog with sweet eyes as it looked back at her. Smiling softly, she tapped her finger against the glass and the dog nudged her nose in the same spot.

“Hi.” (y/n) whispered softly, “You’re so cute.” She looked up at the big sign with the name of the establishment written out in separated cursive letters. “Aji’s Cafe.” (y/n) read the name out loud.

She peeked behind the puppy staring at her with large eyes and saw a bunch of other dogs wondering around the cafe. “A dog cafe.” She murmured with awe before turning her attention back to the light brown dog pawing at her through the window. “I’m sorry, I have to go to work now. Bye.” (y/n) gave the dog a tiny apologetic wave before resuming her walk to work.

As she walked away, the tiny little brown fluff ball trotted after her until the dog couldn’t follow anymore.

Wonwoo broke from his morning duties and found Dokyeom staring out the windows. Following his line of sight, he tried to find what Dokyeom was staring at. He couldn’t see anything special so he nudged Dokyeom’s shoulder, “Did you zone out?” He asks.

“No, there was a girl.” Dokyeom shook his head and pointed to where Luna sat at the far side of the window. “Luna even followed her.”

Wonwoo looked back at the window to find what Dokyeom said was true. Luna had moved from her normal spot and he hadn’t even been anywhere near her. “How interesting…” He commented, allowing himself a second of awe before heading into the storage room to grab more straws.
Dokyeom leaned his elbows on the counter and the image of her face appeared in his mind. Mostly, he was stuck on her eyes. Just how soft they were when she was looking at Luna and how a small wave of something hidden washed over her eyes for a second before it vanished. He was intrigued by her and part of him wanted to know more but the other part knew he would probably never see her again.

But the next day, she walked passed again and even stopped to stare at Luna again. However, just like the previous day, she didn’t stay long and didn’t wonder into the cafe. Much to Dokyeom’s dismay.

It happened the next day. And the next. And the next. And the next. After a week, Dokyeom decided to try and catch the mystery girl while she was stopped and ask her why she always stopped.

“What are you going to do?” Mingyu chuckled, “Stand out there all morning until she shows up?”

“Maybe.” Dokyeom stated defiantly while gripping the broom tighter.

“What else would you do?” Wonwoo wondered, drying off the cup that Mingyu had used for his morning pick-me-up.

Dokyeom shrugged, “Go out when she shows up.”

Mingyu burst into laughter and Wonwoo tried to hide his laugh.

“That won’t be odd at all.” Mingyu said, over pronouncing every other word.

Suddenly the dogs started to bark and clammer towards the front windows. The three coworkers turned their heads and as always, the girl was walking passed.

“Huh, she’s earlier than normal.” Wonwoo remarked, glancing at the clock.

Nowadays, instead of just paying attention to Luna, she would look at all the dogs that came to greet her in the windows. Today was no different but she did move slower and gave a couple more seconds of attention to the other dogs. Her smile filled her eyes as she reached her hand out to the window and greeted Luna and Dokyeom was captivated.

“He’s gonna miss his chance.” Mingyu snickered to Wonwoo who elbowed him in the stomach.

While the sentence reached Dokyeom’s ears, it didn’t fully process until a handful of seconds later.

“Oh!” He exclaimed and walked towards the front door with the broom securely in his hand.

As casually as his nervous nerves would let him, he opened the front door and began to sweep the front entrance area. He paused and looked up at her while she was occupied with Luna’s attention. She was dressed simply in jeans and a blouse with a large purse hanging off one shoulder. Her hand was still touching the window and Dokyeom could just barely make out Luna on the other side pawing at her hand.

With a pounding heart, Dokyeom attempted to start a conversation with the mystery girl.

“You know, she never pays attention to anyone like that.” He stated as nonchalantly as he could.

The girl’s head whipped up towards him, somewhat startled that he would be speaking to her.

“It’s a female?” She asked after she deemed him nonthreatening.

“Yeah, her name’s Luna.” Dokyeom said, approaching her. “She usually sits in the window and just stares blankly. Doesn’t really interact with our customers either.”

“She seems very sweet though.” She tilted her head to the side. (y/n) moved her hand to the side slightly and watched in adoration as Luna’s body twisted to follow it.

“She is. To the people she likes.” Dokyeom told her and tapped on the window near (y/n)’s hand but Luna’s attention was solely on (y/n).

“People?” (y/n) repeated a little confused.

Dokyeom nodded towards the inside of the cafe, “She also likes Wonwoo, the one behind the coffee bar.”

(y/n) raised her head up and looked beyond the tunnel system criss-crossing the window. Spotting the male busy loading the coffee beans, she smiled.

“Well, at least one of you can get her out of the window.” She joked and Dokyeom chuckled.

“Do you want to come in?” He asked and gestured towards the door, “You stop by almost everyday but haven’t once come in. I’m sure Luna would love it.”

(Y/n) felt her heart leap into her throat. She hadn’t thought anyone noticed how often she stopped by. Stopping at this cafe every day was her claim to a fairy tale life where somebody might notice her but she knew that no one paid that much attention to anything, especially her. A second later, her heart sank heavily back into place as she rejected his offer.

“I can’t. I have to go to work.” She said sadly and Dokyeom’s expression fell slightly before he picked it up again with a smile.

“That’s okay.” He reassured her, “We’re always here so you should stop by after work or on your day off or something.”

(y/n) nodded. “Yeah, I might.” She gave him a small smile. “Well, I gotta go to work now…” She trailed off, unsure of how to end such a conversation.

“Oh, right, right.” Dokyeom stammered out. “Uh, my name’s Dokyeom, by the way.”

“(y/n).” She informed him, “It was nice to meet you, Dokyeom.” She turned to the window where Luna still sat and leaned closer even though they both knew it wasn’t going to help. “And it was nice to finally know your name, Luna.” She gave Dokyeom one last wave, which he reciprocated, and walked down the street.

As she walked away, (y/n) let out the breath she’d been holding in cause not only was he not annoyed that she always stopped by but he was sweet. Not to mention absolutely adorable.

(y/n) walked away and Luna followed her as far as the edge of the window. Then she stared longingly after (y/n). As did Dokyeom. A warm smile rested on his lips and his heart was fluttering in his heart. He finally knew the mystery girl’s name: (y/n). He thought it was an adorable name and that she, herself, was completely adorable.

A sudden knocking at the window scared Dokyeom half to death. With his defenses up, he looked around for the culprit and found Mingyu by the window, a hand resting in between two levels of tunnel and the other wrapped tightly around his stomach while he shook with the biggest laugh attack.

Dokyeom scowled at his friend and stomped back inside, flinging the door open without an ounce of grace for the hinges.

“Kim. Min. Gyu.” Dokyeom seethed angrily through gritted teeth and turned towards the window where Mingyu stood, still suffering from his laugh attack. “You are dead.”

“It’s not his fault you were transfixed by the girl.” Wonwoo chuckled as he refilled the lids. “But hey, you talked to her!” He praised Dokyeom which wiped the scowl from his face.

“I did.” Dokyeom agreed proudly, leaning the broom against the coffee bar and leaning his own body over the counter.

“So, what’d you talk about?” Wonwoo wondered as Mingyu shuffled over, his eyes still bright with laughter.

“I told her Luna’s name. Asked her to come in. She declined because she had to go to work. But she said she’d try when she doesn’t work.” Dokyeom informed the other two as they listened intently, “We exchanged names and then she left.”

“Simple.” Mingyu nodded slowly, contemplating the information, “I like it.”

“What’s her name?” Wonwoo inquired, raising both eyebrows like the question shouldn’t have needed to been asked.

A smile touched Dokyeom’s lips as he told them her name. “It’s (y/n).”

The next day, (y/n) stopped by again but when she peeked inside the cafe, none of boys she’d seen the last time were in the main cafe area. She had a split second thought that they may have closed down but the dogs running around the cafe were a clear sign that they hadn’t.

The day after that, Dokyeom walked out and talked to her a more while she said hello to Luna. He did it again the day after that and the one after that. It became part of both of their routines. (y/n) would stop in front of the cafe and play with Luna through the window while she waited for Dokyeom’s momentary company. Dokyeom would be outside the cafe the second she appeared at their windows. Though sometimes he’d be in the back of the store and Wonwoo or Mingyu would have to call his name when (y/n) passed by. Wonwoo and Mingyu loved those times because it was absolutely hilarious to watch Dokyeom scramble to get to the front door as fast as possible. It was entertaining but Dokyeom’s race to the front door would often rile up all the dogs into a barking fest so their ears suffered.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Dokyeom asked one day. The question took (y/n) by surprise.

“I don’t think I have time to wait for it…” She said super apologetically because while it would really nice to hop inside for a drink, she couldn’t be late to work.

Dokyeom shook his head, “That’s okay. I was more thinking that if you told me what you wanted, I could have it ready for you when you stop by tomorrow.” He explained.

“How would I pay you for it?” She wondered, enjoying the thought that he had thought a plan like through.

Dokyeom shook his head, again. “You don’t have to pay. You stop by everyday and stop for Luna. That’s enough payment for us.”

“Are you sure?” (y/n) questioned to make sure because she kind of felt bad for not paying.

“Completely sure.” Dokyeom nodded definitively. “What would like to drink tomorrow, (y/n)?” He asked her with bright eyes.

(y/n) giggled, “I’ll just take an Americano.”

“Iced?” He pushed further.

“In this weather?” She gestured up at the sun beating down on their shoulders, “Yes, please.”

“You got it.” Dokyeom memorized her order with a smile.

(y/n) smiled and glanced down at her phone. “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll stop by tomorrow.” She told him and gave Luna one last little wave before she quickly walked away.

Dokyeom managed a small wave before she completely turned around. But even as she walked away, his hand didn’t lower back down until he realized it was starting to go numb from the lack of blood.

“This is coming out of your paycheck.” Wonwoo informed Dokyeom over the espresso machine.

Dokyeom nodded his head quickly, tired of being reminded. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Can you hurry up? She’s going be here any second.”

Wonwoo chuckled and shook his head, “Chill, it’s almost done.”

Dokyeom nervously glanced from the clock to the espresso machine and back to the clock. Hearing the espresso hit the water and ice in the cup, he whipped his around and watched as Wonwoo placed a lid on the cup. Tearing all but the top portion of the plastic off the straw, he stuck the straw in just as (y/n) rounded the corner.

“Wow, she has good timing.” Mingyu muttered, bringing Wonwoo the coffee beans for the day.

Not wanting to waste another second, Dokyeom dashed out the door with the coffee in hand.

“One Iced Americano for the lady.” He announced himself and handed (y/n) the coffee.  

“Thank you.” She smiled while taking it from him and Dokyeom swore his heart exploded.

Boy, did he like (y/n).

A couple days later, Dokyeom was helping Wonwoo at the coffee bar and kept glancing at the windows waiting for (y/n) to stop by so he could talk to her. Luna was waiting too, except she wasn’t as nervous as Dokyeom.

“You’re really going to do it?” Wonwoo asked, throwing a glance at him while he wiped the counter down.

Dokyeom refocused on stocking the macarons, “Yeah, I’m going to. I mean it’s a phone number and I feel like since we’ve been talking every day, it’s only right to exchange numbers, right?”

Wonwoo shrugged, “I’m the wrong person to ask.”

They fell into a silence and as the minutes passed, Dokyeom became antsy. The time when (y/n) would usually appear in front of their cafe passed and Dokyeom had to calm himself.

“Maybe she woke up late.” He reasoned with himself.

But then her work start time came and went.

“Okay, maybe she woke up REALLY late.” He told himself and forced himself to go about his day. But Luna just sat in the window, waiting.

The next day, Dokyeom waited in front of the coffee bar, too nervous to help with the opening chores. Half of his nerves came from worrying if (y/n) would reject his number and the other half worried that she wouldn’t show up again.

(y/n)’s usually time quickly approached and Dokyeom felt his entire body buzzing with anticipation and nervousness. Luna also waited patiently, her eyes scanning the street for any sign of the person she’d come to love.

As time passed and there was no sign of (y/n), Dokyeom felt like his heart and entire body were being dragged into the underworld.

Wonwoo and Mingyu silently went about their morning duties but they couldn’t help glancing sorrowfully at Dokyeom and Luna. Even they were effected by (y/n)’s absence, though they had never actually interacted with her.

2 more days passed and still there was no sign of (y/n). Luna still kept hope and sat obediently at the window, waiting for (y/n) to return. But Dokyeom began to lose hope. He started to believe that she wasn’t coming back and he feared it was because he had said or done something.

“Don’t lose hope, Dokyeom.” Wonwoo tried to encourage his friend Saturday morning while they were releasing the dogs from their kennels.

“It’s pretty obvious she’s not coming back.” Dokyeom muttered, sadness laced in his voice like a vine tangled in a fence.

“Maybe she went on a business trip or something.” Wonwoo offered while opening a large kennel.

Dokyeom shrugged, “Or I scared her off.” His pessimism was a stark contrast to the bubbly and optimistic person Wonwoo had befriended all those years ago.

Sighing, Wonwoo opened Luna’s kennel and scooped her out. She nuzzled into his chest and gave him a lick on the chin. Walking to the doorway, he set Luna down and she trotted right into the tunnel system and planted her butt in the same spot as always.

Dokyeom opened the rest of the kennels on his side and let the dogs run out. A frown had been etched onto his face for days and the only time it went away was when he forced a smile for the customers that stopped in.

Mingyu walked through the doorway with a slightly distressed expression. If Dokyeom squinted, he thought he could see Mingyu’s eye twitching.

“I forgot to refill the food container last night.” He whispered like it was the worst thing to happen on the planet.

“Let’s do that now.” Wonwoo said calmly and began walking further into the back room where the 20 pound bags of dog food were kept. One person could handle it but having two people was obviously much faster.

Outside the cafe, (y/n) stopped just before the cafe windows began with her heart pounding in her throat. She didn’t mean to be absent for so many days and now she didn’t know how they would react if she showed up again.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Wonwoo dropped his head in frustration.

“What?” Mingyu wondered, walking over. “Oh, uh, Dokyeom, add dog food to the list of groceries we have to order.”

This got Dokyeom’s attention and he scrunched his eyebrows together, “We’re completely out?”

“Almost out.” Wonwoo corrected Dokyeom, looked at him, and pointed to the top shelf where the last bag of dog food sat.

“Oh, okay.” Dokyeom said as Mingyu quickly set up the ladder to climb.

Reaching the top, he carefully slides the bag out and into Wonwoo’s awaiting and outstretched hands. Dokyeom was still there… just in case something happened?

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) confidently walked into the cafe and was immediately greeted by a bunch of dogs barking and surrounding her. But the one she wanted to see was a little late as she had to run out of the tunnels to reach (y/n). Picking up Luna, (y/n) allowed her to give a few licks before readjusting her to be nestled in one arm while the other petted the other dogs. Just as she lowered herself to the ground, she heard someone exclaim from the back room and a small commotion.

“We have got to get better at keeping records.” Wonwoo commented as the bag nearly reached his hands.

“Wasn’t my dut- Ah!” Mingyu exclaimed as the bag slipped from his grasp and into Wonwoo’s arms. The sudden weight made Wonwoo stumble and drop to a knee. The corner of the bag snagged on a shelf and started to spill dog food onto the floor.

“Dokyeom, grab it, grab it.” Wonwoo spit out instructions as Mingyu clambered down the ladder. Dokyeom quickly flung into action and grabbed ahold of the torn corner before more food could spill out.

“Well, there goes a solid 2 cups.” Mingyu said and began collecting the fallen food to throw away. All three prepared for the onslaught of dogs rushing in to try and grab some of the fallen food but it never came.

“Where are the dogs?” Dokyeom wondered as Wonwoo rose back to his full height.

“Maybe they didn’t hear the food falling.” Wonwoo offered a reason. “Let’s get the stupid container filled before my arms actually fall off.” He huffed out and Dokyeom agreed still holding onto the torn corner.

Turning into the doorway, Wonwoo and Dokyeom nearly drop the bag of food, along with Dokyeom’s jaw.

(Y/n) sat on the floor, surrounded by nearly all the dogs in the cafe and Luna tucked happily in the crook of her arm. She looked up and noticed the two men standing in the doorway holding onto a big bag of dog food. Wonwoo was holding the majority of the bag and Dokyeom had a hold on a corner and his eyes were wide with shock. Quickly standing up, (y/n) made sure Luna was still comfortable.

“Hi.” She said sheepishly, a warm flush appearing on her cheeks.

“Hi.” Wonwoo was first to greet her until he elbowed Dokyeom in the stomach which got him sputtering out a greeting.

“Hey, hi.” He said and Wonwoo wanted to facepalm himself but (y/n) giggled.

“I, uh, heard some noise back there, are you guys okay?” (y/n) asked, looking slightly worried between the two of them.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dokyeom said, recovering from his shock, “Uh, Mingyu just dropped the bag of dog food into Wonwoo and then the corner snagged and tore and then I had to grab it. Heh.” He eyed the spot where his hand kept the food from spilling out.

“Ah, I see.” (Y/n) nodded as Wonwoo side stepped towards the dog food container, pulling Dokyeom along. She followed but kept a few feet away, not wanting to get too close. “Is Mingyu okay?”

“I’m fine!” Mingyu said appearing in the doorway with his hands cupped together, trying not to drop anymore dog food.

“You haven’t been here for a few days.” Dokyeom pouted once he was relieved of his bag holding duty.

“Yeah…” (y/n) scratched the back of her neck. “Sorry for disappearing like that.”

“Did you have a work thing?” Dokyeom asked, unable to stop his curiosity. “Wonwoo thought you might’ve had something like that.”

(y/n) chewed on her bottom lip, “It wasn’t a business trip.”

“Oh.” Dokyeom’s face fell and he wasn’t able to pick it up like he had the first time they’d met. Fears that he’d scared her away were rushing in and he couldn’t stop them.

“It’s not anything bad.” (y/n) rushed out when she saw his face stay fallen. “The first day I woke up really late and was late to work so I couldn’t stop by. And then the next day I got really sick and couldn’t leave my house.”

“You were sick?” Dokyeom repeated her words, worry for her replacing all the negative thoughts immediately.

She nodded, “It was pretty bad.” She smiled, a bit embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, his eyes searching her face for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine now. I’m completely fine.” (y/n) reassured him, “I think I caught a bug from work or something.”

Dokyeom sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair.

(y/n) felt her breath catch in her throat and her heart fluttered like a hummingbird.

Wonwoo finished shoving the dog food bag into the trash before moving to the sink to wash his hands. Mingyu took Wonwoo’s spot next to the newly filled food container and began dishing out the food for the dogs.

“Iced Americano?” He asked (y/n) and looked over his shoulder at her.

She nodded, “You remember?”

“It’s hard to forget when Dokyeom kept rushing me to make one every so often for you.” Wonwoo chuckled and dried his hands.

“It wasn’t that often.” Dokyeom defended himself.

“Yes it was.” Mingyu commented without so much as a glance up.

Wonwoo spotted (y/n) reaching for her bag and quickly stopped her, “This one’s on the house.”

(y/n)’s shoulders fell in defeat. “Oh, come on. You’ve got to let me pay for at least one.”

Wonwoo shook his head, adamant about his position. “You showing up here today should be celebrated, everything considered.”

(y/n) gave Wonwoo a disappointed look but didn’t push the issue further.

“Luna seems happy that you’re here.” Dokyeom commented taking in the dog’s posture in (y/n)’s arms.

“I don’t think I can ever let her go.” (y/n) smiled sheepishly and cuddled the dog closer.

“I don’t think she wants you to.” Dokyeom smiled brightly and the sight warmed (y/n)’s heart.

“One Iced Americano for the lady who swept Luna off her feet.” Wonwoo smiled warmly and placed (y/n)’s drink on the counter.

“Next one, I pay for.” She stated as more of threat and picked up the drink.

“So you’re seriously all better?” Dokyeom asked as they made their way over to a table.

“Yes, I really am okay.” (y/n) nodded and giggled.

“I’m glad.” Dokyeom sighed happily.

“Sorry for disappearing like that though.” She apologized.

Dokyeom shook his head, “No need to apologize. Seriously don’t feel bad.”

“Would’ve been easier if I had asked for your number sooner.” She puckered her lips in reflection.

Dokyeom’s back straightened momentarily and he knew he had to ask before his courage ran back into its cage.

“How about I give you my number now?” He offered, still slightly unsure if she’ll accept.

(y/n)’s bright smile returned as she looked at him, “That’d be fantastic.”

A similar smile broke out onto Dokyeom’s face and (y/n) fully knew that she liked looking at that face.

Dokyeom and (y/n) exchanged numbers and (y/n) spent a few seconds staring at the contact card with Dokyeom’s name written on it. An involuntary giggle escaped her mouth and Dokyeom chuckled at her reaction. He knew he didn’t want that giggle to ever stop.

“So,” (y/n) spoke up and put her phone down on the table, “Tell me about the other doggos in here.”

“With pleasure.” Dokyeom scooted closer and introducing the dogs to (y/n), one by one.

Description: It’s finals week and you drag them to the library for a study date.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff

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Jeonghan

You’re just finishing up the first assignment of the day, all-be-it a small one, when Jeonghan shows up (late). Sweatpants and an oversized shirt hangs from his body and drips with his desire to be back in his bed.

“You are going to pay for this.” Jeonghan mumbles and drops his backpack onto the table, causing a few people nearby to look over at the loud noise. 

You give him the sweetest smile and slowly shut your textbook, “But you’re grades are going to call me a god when the week’s over.” You prepare to dive into it because not even his good looks can distract you from your grades goal.

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Jeonghan unceremoniously drops himself in the chair opposite you. “I highly doubt that.” He says and grudgingly drags his backpack into the empty chair next to him.

You pull out a notebook and opened your laptop to find the practice test your professor graciously gave out. “Take this practice test with me. Come on, you’ll be grateful for it later.”

Jeonghan crosses his arms over his chest and pouts while just starting at me. After a few seconds, he tosses his arms into the air, sits up properly, and then opens his backpack to pull out his school supplies. “Don’t expect me to be super focused like you are.”

You smile in satisfaction that A) you got him out of his bed and B) you got him studying. But he isn’t going to make it easy. He never does. And today is no different.

Halfway through the practice test, he’s drawing doodles in the margins of his notebook and then asks for your opinion on the doodles. 20 minutes later, when you’ve moved onto a different subject, he’s scrolling through his phone. And 15 minutes after that, he’s using his eraser as a hockey puck and his pens as hockey sticks to play a game of hockey that occasionally has the eraser interrupting your studying. Jeonghan giggles when you flick the eraser back at him.

“Come on, let’s just go back to my room.” Jeonghan bargains, resting his chin on the table and looking at you with pouty eyes, “I can lay in bed and you can study at my desk. It’s a win-win!” 

Joshua

“Do we need anything else?” Joshua looks around the table. You’ve set up your laptops, notebooks, pencil cases, and drinks according to your personal studying style, reading for the study session that’s about to commence. 

You shake your head, “Might need sustenance later, but we can deal with that when we get there.”

Joshua nods in agreement before he dives deep into his textbook and you do the same. 

A handful of minutes later, you find yourself mindlessly twirling your pen in your hands and staring at Joshua as he scratches his head and tries to read his professors awful handwriting. He feels your eyes on him and glances at you, catching you red handed.

“Already giving up?” Joshua questions and peers down at your notes.

“Distracted.” You correct with a smirk before lowering your gaze again.

When you both reach the subject you’re in class together for, you decide to quiz each other to find out what you each need to work on. 

“Okay, this one’s tricky.” You peer at the flashcard in your hands before flicking your eyes up at him.

Joshua breathes out in preparation for the “difficult” question and you wait a couple more seconds to show him the flashcard to add to the suspense. 

“Oh, would you just show me the card already.” Joshua whines with a laugh mixed in.

You laugh along and give up on keeping him in suspense. Showing him the card he reads the card, squints and reads the card, then tilts his head to the side and just stares at the flashcard. 

“Do you know it?” You question him.

Joshua puckers his lips and shakes his head, “I have no idea what it is.” 

Woozi/Jihoon

“I’m stealing your highlighter again.” Woozi says, more mumbles, as he reaches across the table for your green highlighter. 

“Uh huh.” You answer without words as you scroll down to another TikTok video. You are taking a break from studying with a well earned 5-minute-turned-into-20-minutes break. 

Woozi rolls the highlighter back over to your side and you decide you should at least try to get some work done on a group project before you completely give up the efforts to study. 

“What’s another word for ‘change’?” You ask Woozi as you proofread another group member’s section of the project.

“Why?” Woozi looks up at you in confusion.

“Because this person used ‘change’ like 600 times and it feels very very redundant.” You explain, “Like I feel like we could make this a drinking game. Something like take a chug every time the word ‘change’ appears.”

“We’d get drunk.” Woozi states the obvious and raises an eyebrow at you.

You point a finger at him with a knowing smile, “Exactly.”

“Oh gosh.” Woozi squeezes his eyes shut and giggles. “You’re already thinking about drinking? Finals week hasn’t even started yet.”

“It feels like it started months ago.” You joke with an eye roll, “I’ve been prepared for the post semester drunkness for AGES.”

Woozi shakes his head and turns the page in his notebook, “Adjust, modify, switch, revise. Uh…” He trails off in thought.

“What?” You ask, wondering why he’s saying random words.

“Synonyms for change.” Woozi reiterates your earlier request. “Oh, differ. And that’s all I got.” 

“Oh, right. Thank you.” You quickly jot down the words in the margin of your notebook. “You still sure we can’t make this a drinking game?”

Dokyeom/Seokmin

The math problem staring up at you without giving you any hints at what the answer could be or how to solve for the answer. It’s like it’s mocking you with its numbers and letters gathered in that one particular spot on the screen. 

“Curse you math.” You grumble and open to a fresh page to restart your attempt at solving the problem. 

“What problem are you on?” Dokyeom asks and leans over the table to peer at your laptop.

“This one.” You turn the screen so he can get a better look. 

“Ooooh, yeahhhhh.” Dokyeom drags out the words as if he’s thinking about how he solved them. Then he pops his lips, “Yeah, I haven’t gotten to that one yet.”

You muffle a chuckle and turn the screen back to face you, “Thanks, Kyeomie.” 

“Did you try starting with the theorem we learned last week?” He offers a suggestion while you busy yourself with the nth attempt of solving it.

“Yeah, I did, but it just led me in a circle over and over again.” You tell him, “Didn’t work.”

“Hmm.” Dokyeom leans his chin in his hand in thought but you pay no attention to him. That is until he clears his throat to force your attention to him.

You flicker your eyes upwards for a second before double taking and a laugh bubbles in your throat. “What-?”

“I’ve got my thinking glasses on.” Dokyeom states seriously with three pairs of glasses sitting on his face. 

“Where’d you get all those anyway?” You ask, laughing at his simple antics.

“One of them is mine, one is Minghao’s that he left in my bag, and the last pair are yours.” He explains and your hands fly to your face. No wonder your eyes were starting to feel tired. You’d been staring at your screen without your blue light glasses on. And now they are on Dokyeom’s face, assisting him in thinking.

Seungkwan

“Pencils?” “Check. Laptop AND chargers?” “Check. Notebooks?” “Check.”

“Fuzzy noise canceling headphones?” Seungkwan lists off the next item and pulls just that out of his bag.

“Fuzzy noi- what?” You look up from your backpack and see the headphones in Seungkwan’s hands. “Why do you need those?”

“It’s finals week, and I need to focus.” He waves the headphones at you, “And since SOMEONE made me come to the library, I need these so I don’t get distracted from the noise.”

You widen your eyes and go back to organizing your study supplies, “Oh-kay.” You definitely didn’t find this weird… at all….

“Judge all you want.” Seungkwan says, a-matter-a-factly, “These babies work wonders.”

You give him a half hearted nod and start your studying. He follows suit and places his earbuds on before settling the fuzzy headphones over his ears. Throughout your study session, friends of yours come up to you two and have small chats. And each time, Seungkwan is forced to take off his fuzzy headphones to be apart of the conversations with his friends.

By the 20th time, Seungkwan is annoyed and you can read the annoyance on his face like it’s a kindergartener’s book. Your friend bids you goodbye before leaving the table side and then Seungkwan lets out a sighed groan.

“How are those headphones working out for you?” You ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

“They’re working fantastic when I have them on. I just wished people would stop coming up to me.” Seungkwan whines, “I mean what part of fuzzy pink noise cancelling headphones says ‘please come talk to me while my head in buried in my notes’?” 

You smirk and joke, “I’m guessing it’s the little eyelids and eyelashes stitched onto them.” You nod towards the sides and his lips twitch in distaste at your joke.