â« we both like apple cider, pgw
fluff & light angst, 4.1k words àšà§ first fic on this blog! feedback is appreciated!! ^_^ i've had awful writer's block for MONTHS so i hope i havent gotten too rusty,,,
wherein dancing is your favorite way to destress, until a certain gunwook park goes and spoils it all.
ê° requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is a year older than gw, dancer reader, bff hanbin, one-sided enemies to friends to lovers, college au, misunderstandings, set in the us, does this count as forced proximity? light angst, fluff (it gets so cheesy idk what happened to me), drinking/underage drinking ê±
Dancing had always been your favorite way to unwind. After a long day of classes, practice is like a treat; the mental toll of having to listen to your professors drone on all day, and procrastinating assignments until the night theyâre due is easily unraveled by dancing until you canât feel your limbsâitâs unmatched.
Thatâs why, despite it being Wednesday (the second worst day of the week), you walk out of your last class with a skip in your step, like nothing could ruin your day.
Nothing except a man named Hanbin, that is.
After changing, you enter the practice room, ready to forget your worries. But before you can begin, you see a paper stuck on the wall beside the doorâHanbin mustâve finally put together the choreo for the solo and duet performances for an upcoming recital for some event on campus (truthfully, you can't be bothered to remember all the details, that's Hanbin's job), and decided on whoâd best fit the roles. Youâre a little late, so itâs just you who curiously shuffles over to take a look.
Seeing your name under Duet makes you smile until you read your counterpart's name. Gunwook Park.
You find a spot to sink to the floor in the back of the room. Suddenly, youâve changed your perspective on dancing; itâs the worst thing to happen to you. You regret ever discovering this useless passion of yours, who even needs passions in this economy?!
Hanbin would tell you otherwise, but you believe that you have pretty good ideas.
Youâd tried to take an easier route and complain to Hanbin that you absolutely could not work with Gunwook for a duet. But he was adamant about not making any alterations at this point, at least not just because you donât like Gunwookâwhat a traitor, what happened to friendship?
Since complaining about your unfair working conditions did fuck all, you came up with a wonderful solution. You get paired with the number one person on your shit list? Just donât show up to rehearsals. Boom, problem solved. Though itâs easier said than done; youâre a creature of habit, and the disappointment of remembering you canât destress with dance is depressing.
And, of course, avoiding both Hanbin and Gunwook is a chore.
Itâs on day four that you consider, maybe Hanbin is right sometimes. You were only successful in avoiding everything except schoolwork because college kicks everyoneâs ass, and finding free time starts to feel like finding a needle in a haystack. But, maybe ditching practice when you live with the leader of your dance team wasnât your best idea. On Sundays, both you and Hanbin usually end up being home at the same time.
And like an idiot, you forget this detail and trudge out of your room at two in the afternoon (no, you certainly did not just wake up, thank you very much) to find something acceptable to eat.
As youâre rummaging through the pantry, you hear your name called in that tone. The one where Hanbinâs voice sounds mildly shrill and a bit patronizing, the one that lets you know youâre in trouble.
Yeah, not your brightest ideaâit might take over the number two spot of your top three worst ideas, followed by trying to gaslight a random group of people into believing that Play-doh is edible after youâd had a drink too many at your first college party at number one. (To be fair, you did not expect a twenty-something-year-old man to have Play-Doh on hand and tell you to prove it. Yes, you tried. You vomited on the guyâs shoes.)
Rigidly, you slowly turn to face Hanbin, who has a terse smile on his face.
â...Yes?â
âI thought maybe you hadnât shown up to rehearsals because you werenât feeling well, but yesterday, Gunwook told me every time he spotted you on campus, you naruto-ran away.â
âUh,â you fake cough into your elbow, âMustâve been someone that looks like me? âCause I have been feeling kind of under the weââ
You shriek and make a run for it when Hanbin stomps over with that creepy hamster puppet youâd given him as a gag gift last year in hand. Eventually, you get cornered and get a creepy hamster puppet thrown in your face. âYou canât just ditch practice because you have some petty one-sided rivalryâor whatever it isâwith Gunwook. Youâre risking embarrassing the whole team! What are you planning to do, just not learn the choreography?â
âYou know it's not a rivalry...â You grumble.
âYouâre being childish,â Hanbin sighs, âIâve already told you that whatever your deal is with Gunwook is some misunderstanding, heâs a sweet guy.â
âYeah, whatever.â You huff, probably not helping the childish accusation. Youâre tired of hearing that about what a good guy Gunwook appears to be because you know what you heard.
Without another word, you stomp off to your room.
If you had any hopes of getting out of going to rehearsal again, theyâre promptly stomped on by Hanbin waiting outside of your class when you trudge out.
âReally?â You groan, and walk over to your supposed friend, âYou donât need to escort me.â
âI think I do,â Hanbin crosses his arms, fixing you with a look, like he knows you better than yourself⊠okay, he does ninety percent of the time, but that doesnât mean he can act like it. âIâm pretty sure I saw you ready to head in the wrong direction before you saw me.â He says before grabbing your arm and pulling you down the hall.
âI donât even get what your deal is with Gunwook,â Hanbin finally says when youâre about halfway to the studio, âI know you said you heard him say something⊠unsavory, but that just doesnât sound like him at all. I think you should talk to him, Iâm sure itâs a misunderstanding.â
âI know what I heard, BinâŠâ
âIâm not saying you didnât hear what you heard, but maybe thereâs some missing context.â
You try to consider Hanbinâs words, even as you absentmindedly head into the changing rooms, and reluctantly shuffle into the practice room afterward, you truly do.Â
But all the rational thinking and breathing techniques in the world cannot quell your ire when you see Gunwook. Calmly walking over and refraining from saying anything uncouth is a true test of mental strengthâone that you are quite afraid of failing.
âHeyââ Gunwook rises from his spot in the corner of the practice room to greet you.
âLetâs get started.â You blurt out, aware of how cold and biting your dismissal comes off. To be fair, Hanbin didnât tell you to be particularly nice, he just insisted you show up.
âOh, right,â Gunwookâs expression wilts, but he clears his throat and plasters a polite smile on his face. âIâm sure Hanbin already let you know he wouldnât be here to help us out todayâheâs helping Natty with her solo. Iâve got the choreo down, so I should be able to guide you if needed.â
âI practiced at home.â You did. A little bit, it wasnât easy with the limited space in your crampedâahem, homey apartment. But practicing a duet by yourself, then giving up after stubbing your toe on every fucking piece of furniture in your home, and practicing it with your duet partner are two different things.
âOh, thatâs good⊠um, Iâll start the music.â
Your name is followed by an exasperated sigh. With reluctanceâbecause your phoneâs home screen is just that interestingâyou glance up from your phone, to see Gunwook eyeing you through the mirror.Â
âCould we try to get through the routine? Maybe without you scratching me this time?â Gunwook gnaws at his bottom lip, sweat beading at his temple. Heâs actually been hard at work, practicing while you sat in the corner of the roomâessentially sentenced to a time-out after accidentally scratching Gunwook every time you tried to run through the routine with him. Accidentally.
You canât help the frown that sets on your lips. Only to you, it seems, Gunwook Park is an enigma. When he first joined the team, he seemed nice, and he wasnât much younger than you, you just never got the chance to properly talk to him. However, now you never want to speak to him, the fact that you have to work so closely with him is nauseating.
Tampering down all the ugly word vomit bubbling in your throat, you mentally repeat Hanbinâs words from yesterday to yourself, âYouâre risking embarrassing the whole teamâ. Not only do you find most of your teammates to be more than bearable, but you also you canât bomb a performance because you were too petty to practice the choreography, so, even though the thought of being so close to Gunwookâhaving to touch him makes you full body cringe, you suck it up.
âSure.â
Begrudgingly, you get into position and wait for your cue. As the music starts up for what feels like the billionth time that evening, you miss the many nervous glances cast your way.
Succeedingly, you manage to not cause any more bodily harm, even when you have no choice but to get close enough to Gunwook to the point you cannot look anywhere but into his eyes. The urge to flee strikes, as unease among other odd emotions you will not address churn in your gut, but you deal with it (read: ignore it).
You manage to run through the routine once, then again, and again, and again, until your limbs feel like gelatin and you have no option but to sprawl out on the floor. It occurs to you how much you missed this feeling, you can barely believe you let your pettiness get in the way of it.
âHey, can I ask you something?â
Turning your head to the side, thereâs Gunwook, also sprawled out beside you. Huh, you donât even have the negative energy within you to loathe his presence in the moment.
âYou just did. But you can ask one more thing.â
A goofy grin splits Gunwookâs lips before he turns his head back to face the ceiling, expression shifting a little more seriously. âDid I⊠was there something that I like did? Or said to upset you?â
Oh. Right. So, you havenât forgotten your distaste for Gunwook. You feel your good mood sour, as you scoff, and force yourself to finally sit upâyour limbs are very much protesting, screaming at you, matter of fact, but fuck them. And fuck Gunwook Park. âSeriously?â
You glance over your shoulder, Gunwook, who sat up shortly after you, only blinks at you curiously, as though he hasnât got a clue.
âYou really donât know? Do you just talk shit about everyone and thatâs why you canât seem to remember me?â
âWhatâŠ?â Gunwookâs brows furrow, âWhat are you talking about?â
âI heard you." You push yourself up off the ground, fixing Gunwook with an exasperated look, "After our performance at orientation in August, you had a lot to say about my skill, and how ridiculous I looked.â
âI don'tâŠ?â You watch as the confusion and then the recognition passes over Gunwookâs features, âNo, Iâshit,â he hangs his head with a groan, which doesnât serve to dissipate any of your arising confusion. âThat wasnât about you.â
âI heard you say my name, donât bullshit me.â
âIâokay, I definitely said your name, but it seriously wasnât about you. There was this, um, character in a film my roommate watched for some project; they were supposed to be a dancer, but they were godawful. I was talking about the character, and I didnât even think about how they had the same name as you, or about how loudly I was talking about that.â
âOh,â you say, rather intelligently. You consider the thought that he could be lying, but he looks at you with such earnestness, remorse practically pooling in his eyes, you canât even entertain the thought for more than a moment.
âYeah, oh. Iâm sorry you thought I was talking about youâŠâ
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you quietly sit back down, anger gone as quick as it arose, and flop back on the floor with a sigh. Having your entire view of Gunwook Park debunked in a mere minute was not on tonightâs bingo card.
âI shouldâveâHanbin kept telling me it was probably a misunderstanding and to confront you, but I just stewed in my misguided hatred. God, Hanbinâs going to be insufferable once I tell him he was right all along.â
Gunwook huffs a laugh, âIâm glad we sorted this out, finally. Um, I guess we should wrap up for tonight since itâs getting late. Can I walk you home?â
âDonât you live on campus? You donât have to walk me home if you just have to walk back hereâŠâ
âItâs fine!â Gunwook smiles, oddly enthusiastic. Weird, personally, you dread having to walk home after practice. âI want to, and I guess now we can get to know each other? Now that you donât hate me.â
âYeah⊠okay, Iâll grab my stuff.â You sit back up again, as much as youâd like to become one with the floor.
âOkay, cool.â
âCool.â you canât help but smile, seeing the wide grin on Gunwookâs face. Youâre going to choose to believe the warmth in your cheeks is because youâre still cooling off from rehearsing.
The idea of rehearsing is a lot more palatable now that you donât despise your duet partner. The actual rehearsals arenât too bad either⊠theyâre actually kind of enjoyable.
Hanbin was, in fact, very insufferable when you spilled everything thatâd happened that day to him. Heâd been waiting up for you, sitting on the armchair in your living room, and nearly gave you a heart attack when he flicked on the lamp beside him; like he was your mother and heâd caught you sneaking back in the house.
âHey, how was class?â Gunwook has taken to waiting for you outside your classes on rehearsal days, you even say hi to each other when you see the other on campus, and maybe talk if youâre not busy.
âDonât get me startedâŠâ you groan, âI have no idea what my professor was on about today, but I thought his jaw was going to unhinge before he finally stopped talking.â
Gunwook chuckles, and grabs your bag from you, cradling it to his chest. âI thought I told you I could carry my bag myself?â
âAnd I told you that you could try to take it back.âÂ
You did try, and you decided you do not like freakishly strong guys. âWhatever⊠what about you? How was your class?â
âDidnât go todayâŠâ Gunwook trails off, glancing down at your linked arms. A habit after losing Hanbin in crowds one too many times. It feels nice with Gunwook, though. âUm, my roommateââ he clears his throat before he continues looking forward, revealing his red ears. Oh, thatâs cute.
âHe kept me up late âcause he needed help with his film project that heâs been procrastinating. I ended up waking up at like one-thirtyâŠâ
âReally? So, you just came straight here after waking up?â You tsk, choosing to look away from his pouted lips for your sake. âDid you even eat? Letâs stop by this cafĂ© a few blocks away before we rehearse. It opened last month, Hanbin and I were supposed to check it out, but I think he forgot.â
Youâre not blind, of course, Gunwook is, well, objectively attractive (subjectively as well, perchance). With much coaxing, you mightâve been able to admit it a week ago when you hated him. But, his attractiveness is far too illuminated when youâre a mere inches from his face; faced with his distractingly pretty brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. Oh God, heâs cute. Heâs so fucking cute, and you are so fucking screwed.
Before you can say something so embarrassing youâd have to migrate to another country and assume another identity, you take the initiative to part from Gunwook, carefully backing away, and clearing your throat, âShould we take a break?â
Except that doesnât even help, because when you sink to the floor to watch YouTube, Gunwook is beside you, smushed at your side to watch whatever youâre watching. You canât even remember what video you tapped on, but apparently, youâre seven minutes into a video when Gunwook reaches over to pause it.
âHey, um, one of my friendsâhis nameâs Junhyeon, his frat, Zeta Rho Xi is having a party this weekend. He kinda roped me into going, and I was just wondering if you were freeâŠ? I would, um, itâd be cool if you could stop by.â
Parties havenât been your thing for a long time; you tried to party freshman year, since people seemed to go on about the college parties. You just couldnât get super into it, plus only things like the Play-Doh incident came from parties⊠and thatâs why youâre not sure why you say, âYeah, no, I should be free. Iâll check it out.â
You aren't even free, you have an essay youâve written approximately two sentences for that happens to be due Monday. But the smile on Gunwookâs face makes agreeing feel like the right choice.
Immediately upon stepping inside, you remember why you hate parties. One, you lose Hanbin instantly. Two, trying to push through a bunch of sweaty, drunk people (who are surprisingly sturdy) is a pain in the ass. And three, itâs loud, you already feel like you need a drink. Or maybe three.
You manage to make it to a mostly empty kitchen, and at that point, youâve lost any motivation to go search for Hanbin or even Gunwook. For the most part, youâve given up caring about being âlameâ, so, youâre perfectly content sitting in the kitchen on your phone at a party while sipping on possibly the worst quality beer youâve tasted in your twenty years of life.
Itâs maybe thirty minutes until you finally look up from your phone at the call of your name over the ear-damaging volume of music.
Hanbin stumbles into the kitchen, using Gunwook as support. You can make out your friendâs flushed cheeks, even in the dim lighting, you have no idea how heâs gotten drunk so fast. âThere you are! I found Gunwookie, it looked like he was waitinâ around for you, âcause he was just in a corner lookinâ around⊠didnât you guys exchange numbers?â
âI already told you I forgot to askâŠâ Gunwook mumbles.
âOh,â Hanbin lets go of Gunwook to slide up beside you, âHey, did you know that, umââ Gunwook rushes over to slap a hand over Hanbinâs mouth, are they both drunk? Itâs more difficult to tell with Gunwook, his cheeks always look pinkâŠ
Hanbin removes Gunwookâs hand with a glare, âDonât interrupt me,â he chides, as sternly as he can while drunk. âAnyway, âm so glad you two figured things out. I hope Gunwook tells you about his massive heart boner for you.â
Hanbin makes it probably ten times worse by continuing, âHeâsâheâs had such a big crush on you since like, um, since like the millisecond he joined the team. But this whole time you thought he was mean to you, isnât that silly?â
What isnât silly is the look on Gunwookâs face, he looks positively mortified.
â...Okay, Bin, I think youâre ready to go home already,â you smile tersely, side-stepping the topic for now, maybe forever actually. âGunwook, can you help me with him?â You ignore Hanbinâs slurred protests. It must take a moment for Gunwook to recoup before heâs at Hanbinâs other side, helping you pull the drunkard up.
You avoid looking in Gunwookâs direction, despite the fact you can feel him burning holes into the side of your head. Of course, thereâs no avoiding the conversationâinevitably, youâre going to have to talk to Gunwook about what Hanbin said, but maybe you can get out of it tonightâŠ?
Itâs not that youâre particularly afraid⊠okay, well, you are, except itâs just unnecessary anxiety. Now you feel better about admitting to yourself that youâre interested in Gunwook. But what if Hanbinâs drunk rambling was just drunk rambling, and it was all nonsense? Well, Gunwook probably wouldnât seem so nervous if that were the case, but maybe heâs nervous because he just doesnât want you to be under the impression that heâ
âOh, hey, Iâve been looking everywhere for HanbinâŠâ
âOh, Hao, hey.â you mentally thank Hao for unknowingly rescuing you from spiraling into your annoyingly irrational train of thought.
âDo you want me to take him off your hands? We were planning to ditch before he disappeared.â
Okay, time to put on your big person pants and be an adult. âYeah, thanks.â Handing Hanbin off is pretty easy, the man completely unbothered that heâs thrown two of his protĂ©gĂ©s for a loop (heâll probably feel a lot worse about it tomorrow, especially when heâs hungover). Whatâs less easy, is being left with Gunwook.
âWell, since Hanbin aired everything outâŠâ
âRight, yeah. We should talk, maybe outside?â
Gunwook nods, leading the way to the back door, you follow closely behind him. As not to lose him in the clusters of people, and maybe just because you want to, you grab onto his arm.
Outside, your eardrums thank you for finally getting out of there, though your nervous heart is another story, rattling against your ribcage incessantly. Warily, you avoid looking at Gunwook, distancing yourself a good few feet away from him, âSoâŠâ
âI like you,â Gunwook blurts as if he wonât get another chance to say so, âlike a lot. I initially joined the team âcause of you actually, I hadnât even danced since middle school. But you were soâwatching you on stage at orientation felt so⊠enchanting.â
Heat rushes to your cheeks at Gunwookâs flattery, and he only continues, âI thought you were perfect, so obviously I immediately signed up for the dance team, even though I wasnât even sure if I was any good at it anymore, just so I could have an excuse to see you. Only for me to never gain the courage to even talk to youâŠâ Staring at the wooden planks of the porch beneath your feet, you see Gunwookâs beaten-up Converse come into view, urging you to look up again.
âGunwook, Iââ
âItâs okay if you donât feel anything like that for me, I just canât let the what-ifs get in the way of me trying anymore.â Oh, how could you not feel something for him? Surely anyone could fall for him just by staring into his pretty brown eyes.
The weird feeling in your gut, which must be those butterflies people talk about, amplifies, you think youâd have to be a fool if you didnât feel something for Gunwook Park. âI donât⊠not feel something,â you hastily avert your gaze, âI guess Iâm not entirely sure what it is, but I am interested in you. I, um, would be open to exploring that.â
âI understandâwait, you⊠really?â
You look up in time to see the overjoyed grin split Gunwookâs lips. Itâs infectious, you canât help but mirror his smile, laugh tumbling past your lips, âYes, you dork. You better sweep me off my feet.â You playfully shove at his shoulder.
âI will,â Gunwook grabs your wrist before you drop your arm, thumbing at the inside of it, âare you free tomorrow?â
âIâŠâ You arenât free, remember that pesky essay of yours? âYeah, I am.â Oh, well, you suppose it can wait; likely until tomorrow night, when you finally open your laptop at eleven-thirty at night, when it happens to be due at midnight. You happen to work great under pressure!
âPerfect, can I pick you up at your place at two?â
âSure, are you gonna remember to ask for my number this time, though?â You tease, making a âgive meâ motion with your free hand.
Gunwookâs cheeks somehow get pinker, as he finally lets go of your wrist and retrieves his phone from his pocket, handing it over with the new contact screen open. Quickly, you type in your number and then your name, cheekily adding a heart beside it.
âCan I walk you home? Or, uh, if you wanted to go back to the party, thatâs fine tooâŠâ
âNah,â youâd rather do just about anything else than go back into that mess, youâve had enough parties for the rest of your college life, âIâm pretty tired, and I have a super important date with a great guy tomorrow.â
With a coy smile to match Gunwookâs shy one, you cozy up to his side and link arms with him, âLetâs go?â
Youâd still consider dancing to be a great way to unwindâstill one of your favorites, it's just been demoted to second place.
Nothing ebbs away your stress like Gunwook popping into your room with your favorite food after youâve been staring at your laptop screen for hours as if you were hoping your assignments would finish themselves. Or his hugsâalways so warm, itâs like hugging an oversized stuffed bear. Or just⊠him.
Unrivaled after several years, dancing has finally met its match: Gunwook Park.
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thank u for the nice words !! i really appreciate it c: i wasnât even sure about that fic tbh but seeing reactions like these inspire me <33
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omg ofc!! that fic was beautifully written, like you really have such a nice writing style, so try not to doubt yourself! <33
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this hurt so good, iâve fr been feening for some good angst on this app đđ
but seriously i love this writing style, i love the angst,,, i just love everything abt this fic ( ËÏË )
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summary : your boyfriend was perfect, everyone could agree on it... so why were you trying so hard to love him how he wanted you to?
genre : angst, hanbin x afab!reader
tws : language, angst
author notes : y'all know i love my sad stories donât play
word count : 1.4k
you felt a tear escape your eye, rolling over your nose bridge and splotching against the white pillow case. you fought with sniffling, afraid you'd make the man pressed against your back stir.
you tried to make your pulse race, heart swell, anything that said you loved him more than anything. but, whenever you looked at him you saw someone that shouldn't be yours anymore; it just broke your heart instead.
you stayed up at night imagining all the ways he should make you feel. and it had nothing to do with under achieving because he was the epitome of perfection â really â everyone could contest to your boyfriend being the man of their dreams.
so, why couldn't he be the man of yours?
you were supposed to be the lucky one because he could picture himself marrying you someday. he's said he was prepared to settle down with you, start a family, and be yours forever. he wanted the picquet fences, two and a half kids, to live the dream people strive their whole lives to achieve. you had every door opened for you. with his hand in yours you should feel on top of the world. but, you didn't, and it made you feel as if you were stuck leading him on, trying too hard to love him like he wanted you to.
just like you know you have the privilege to.
but it wasn't enough. however, you didn't know what was either then.
loves supposed to be a two-way-street, a 50/50 between give and take. of course, you knew it would come with sacrifices, nonetheless, wasn't your peace of mind too high a price to pay?
itâs been said that the moment secrets start to pile up â the moment you start to feel on edge around the single person you're supposed to come to for anything â the relationship isn't meant to go on.
you gripped his arm tighter, trying to get warm while being swirled by such cold ghosts. they knew all the secrets you kept at bay during the day. however, once the sun went down, they taunt you as if it's the only thing they were conjured to do.
you couldn't figure out if being alone was worse than feeling alone with him at your side. were you prepared to suck it up; to fake it until you make it? would it, in the end, be like the movies and you have this big epiphany, finally realizing that you did love him?
because you thought you did.
but if this was what love is supposed to feel like, then you couldn't understand why people search their whole lives for a mediocre feeling that just weighs heavy within your gut.
it was seemingly closer to guilt.
this house you two had built together was haunted, and it was getting harder and harder to not look over your shoulder like you've actually done something wrong.
maybe you liked the hurt. maybe you liked knowing that you were yearned for as deeply as he does for you... or maybe that was all the lies it took to make you stay.
you always cursed yourself for being too easy, knowing you deserved better from yourself. more.
would he cry if you pushed your way from his arms, using shallow breaths to try and explain yourself? would he cry if he knew you were leaving?
would you?
you were walking a thin line between this and whatever you wanted it to be. you knew it would be easy to stay, but don't you deserve to feel like you're on cloud nine whenever you see him? if you googled the definition of love and happiness, your picture-perfect relationship wouldn't even be within the search results.
it was gut-wrenching. physically nauseating. there was no way you could face him, looking in his eyes as you said you loved him too, while knowing your palms didn't sweat with anticipation. youâd kiss his lips and think that he was just another man, and that made you ill. you wanted so desperately to be in love with him, that you've caused yourself to hurdle to the bathroom just to lie and say that you ate something bad earlier in the day.
was there something wrong with you? you always thought that there must have been. you had it good â so, so easy â he's what everybody wants, a true gentleman, the definition of husband material: he was good with kids, he respected you, he's confident and always spoke kindly. so, why was it, in reality, so hard?
you found yourself recalling memories that felt good in the moment, but you always had a lingering thought â a rash that burned your skin â that something was off.
âbin, do you love me?â
âmore than anything.â
it echoed in your head, swirling your thoughts like a wild tornado, and bouncing off every surface.
âdo you love me?â
no. yes. maybe? it was as simple as a couple words, but more complicated than you could have ever imagined. no, you loved the idea of him. yes, he was perfect. and, maybe.
you keep thinking you could. you want to. youâve willed yourself to. but, did you?
âyes, more than anything.â
did the lies get better the more times theyâre worn?
maybe.
you thought itâd be easier if he didnât. you thought itâd be easier to let go if he only liked you a lot. maybe even less than a lot â a moderate amount?
you found it hard to look at yourself because you played the role so well that you didnât even know who you were anymore. the perfect girlfriend. the loving wife. the trophy at his side. the flash of the camera that never catches the movie. but, it was sickening seeing someone elseâs face staring back at you every time youâd pass a reflective surface.
but if you kept trying to force yourself into the house that never felt like a home, you felt like youâd eventually go crazy â actually, absolutely batshit insane as the plaster whispered to you; words that sounded sweet but never tasted like it.
if there was any reason to get out, it was doubt. and, thatâs all you feel when you touch him. as sad as it is, all good things must come to a bittersweet end. were you prepared to let the curtain fall and the ending credits roll? you feared not, but you feared a lot of things.
you didnât want him to beg you, honestly you didnât even want him to wake up and see you leaving. maybe you could will the wind to pick up, masking your sounds. you didnât want him to look down at you with such adoration that it made you rethink the decision that you have never stopped thinking about.
youâve rarely ever lost the ability of sight â to critically think â but when faced with the pros and the cons of toughing out the relationship, you just felt lost.
you could on and on being ignorant, but whatâs love if thereâs nothing left to fight for? you didnât know. and maybe thatâs what pained you the most; you didnât know.
would it be right, or would it be wrong? only time would tell. your decision would tell.
it did tell.
youâd left a letter on the cool countertop, splotched with tears and ink stains. the ballpoint pen still laid next to it as you stared at your signature, your heart. it was romantic, but in reality stupid to romanticize something so cruel. maybe you did love him, and thatâs why you had to let him go.
was it undignified to write your words instead of telling him face to face? or did it take strength to do something you never thought you could?
he deserved someone who was prepared to take on everything he could ever want â knowing you couldnât give that to him washed you with guilt â you knew that anything and everything within the world should be his. you also knew somewhere deep down that it would hurt, maybe heâd even cry for you, but soon heâd see that you werenât anything special. you were just another girl who would eventually become a footnote in a chapter heâd come to forget about.
he deserved better than artificial i love yous, better than superficial feelings and uncertain heartbeats. he deserved better than cold skin, and pale features. he deserved nonverbal affection and reassurance. he deserved actions and devotion. he deserved a lot, but one thing he never deserved was you.
and you never deserved to receive all of that from him for nothing in return. however, you knew he wouldnât take it back even if he had the chance to. he loved you like bees love flowers, like the sun loves the moon, like the body needs air, and it made your stomach turn.
youâd found someone so easy to fall in love with, but thatâs exactly what you couldnât do.
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wtaf is his PROBLEM . i have thibgs to say abt every members concept pics but for my sake and the sake of anyone who stumbles upon this i will limit myself⊠anyway ricky and i soulmates bc we both got new tattoos đ»đ€
i saw the concept pics right after waking up and the only thing my brain saw was Waist. New Tattoo. didnt even realize this mf was holding a whole surfboard wth. OR THE PRETTY LITTLE BRAIDS IN HIS HAIR IN THE FIRST PIC
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â« three little words (dedicate them to me), cyj
fluff, 4.8k words àšà§ oh my god they were roommates :0 sorry to any academic weapons reading, im projecting a bit as an academic failure lol
wherein it only takes you about twenty-nine years to realize you're in love with your best friend... at least you got there!
ê° requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is younger, unspecified age difference (but its implied that theyre very close in age), childhood friends to lovers, nonidol au, roommates, idiots in love, time skips, aging up, alcohol/drinking, a bit dialogue heavy, vomit is mentioned a few times, friend group ot4 ê±
Itâs hard to recall a time without Yeonjun; he appeared one day and stuck to you, almost as if he were a stubborn thorn in your side (said endearingly, of course).
It mustâve been when you were still in kindergartenâright, Yeonjun and his parents had moved in next door, and your moms both became friends and arranged a play date. Yeonjun had brought his PlayStation over and let you play it with him, so, obviously, to five-year-old you, that made the two of you best friends right away.
âAre you almost done?â Yeonjun bemoans from your bedroom floor, urging you to look up from your piles of textbooks and worksheets finally.
âNo, I told you I needed to study and that you should go to your own house, you bum. Just âcause you donât give a shit about your education doesn't mean I donât.â
âYou almost flunked last year. And youâre only studying because your mom saw you got a three out of a hundred on your algebra test,â Yeonjun deadpans, âhow do you even score that bad?â Ugh, lucky, naturally academically gifted asshole. You roll your eyes and toss a pencil at his stupid face.
âWhatever,â you grumble, itâs not your fault you canât be an academic weapon, and that school is whooping your ass instead with academics as a weapon. âI feel like my brain is about to start leaking out of my ears anyway, wanna go to yours?â
Yeonjun grins, sitting up from your floor with a start, finally regaining some of his earlier excitement before he had to wait nearly four hours (all of which were spent pestering you) while you attempted to study. âI ditched school yesterday to get a copy of Resident Evil 4 from GameStop.â
âWhat the hellâand you didnât invite me?â you whine, âThatâs cold, you better let me try it first.â
Itâs hours later into the evening when youâre watching Yeonjun attempt to get through the wretched cabin section that you died approximately⊠thirteen times trying to get through, that he says, âYou remember that guy, Taehyun, right? In my AP History class.â
âMhm,â you hum, blinking your bleary eyes at Yeonjunâs TV screen from your very comfortable spot on his couch.
âHe doesnât usually talk a whole lot to me, but today, I couldnât get him to shut up,â Yeonjun huffs a laugh as he maneuvers the character, Leon, up the stairs on screen, seemingly making it farther than you could. âHe was complaining though, âcause he was partnered with this person who was into me. He couldnât get any work done, they were just bugging him about me.â
You tear your focus from the TV to look at the side of Yeonjunâs face, you can see part of his furrowed brow and pursed lips. âOh.â
It doesnât surprise you that a lot of people seem to be interested in Yeonjun at school. In middle school, people started coming up to you, asking if youâd put in a good word for them with Yeonjun, because they âlike-likedâ him, and you were his best friend. Then, it was at the end of eighth grade that you started telling those people to grow a pair and talk to him themselves.
You suppose you kind of understand. Yeonjunâs nice when heâs not being a little shit⊠and heâs not horrible to look at, one might even say heâs good-looking.
âAre you into them?â The question seems to roll off your tongue easily, but youâre not even sure why you asked, you donât think you want to know. For some reason, thinking about it churns your stomach a bit.
â...No, I mean, theyâre pretty, but,â Yeonjun sighs, tossing his controller to the side as he dies a second time. âthey seem kinda⊠much. I dunno, Taehyun said they literally wouldnât talk to him about anything besides me the entire class. It kinda weirded me out.â
âHm, yeah.â You hum, a weird feeling of⊠relief washing over you. Yeonjunâs mom comes in to ask if youâre staying for dinner before you can think about it too hard.
Later that night, when youâre stuck staring blankly at your ceiling, you decide you were just relieved that Yeonjun wasnât going to end up with some overly possessive weirdo. Itâd suck to lose your best friend that way.
âPlease do not throw up, because if you throw up, then Iâm gonna throw up.â
âIâm not gonna throw up,â Yeonjun insists, but it doesnât sound all too credible with the way he slurs his words, maybe youâve also had too much to drink, but you swear he looks a little green. âI⊠am perfectly fine, thank you very much.â
âUhuh.â
âDonât âuhuhâ me,â Yeonjun grumbles with an attempted glare, you find that you canât take him all too seriously, though; the flush on his cheeks, his inability to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds, and his perpetual pout make it all too difficult. âOh, IâI think Iâm gonna hurl.â He braces himself against the bar, eyes suddenly more awake.
That would be the reason you end up in a grimy bathroom on your twenty-first, making sure your best friendâs hair is out of the way as he empties the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl.
âWhyâd you drink so much, you know youâre a lightweight.â You ask when Yeonjun seems to be done, frowning as you wipe off his mouth with a paper towel.
âAm not,â he protests petulantly. âI was justâI just felt like it âcause I thought itâd make me feel better ând I could stop thinking about other shit.â
âDid something happen?â
â...I stopped seeing that person I told you about.â
âWhy? I thought it was going well?â âWellâ might be a bit of an overstatement. Like most of Yeonjunâs partners, you didnât hear a whole lot about this new one, met them once for a brief moment, then didnât hear of them again. It seems to be a common theme in Yeonjunâs relationshipsâhis fleeting interest, you havenât figured out if you should say anything about it.
âIt was just, um. âM not over someoneâŠ. I didnât feel right staying in a relationship knowing Iâm still not over someone else.â
Oddly enough, that felt rather sobering to hear. You hum, stomach feeling a little offâyou hope you arenât going to throw up next⊠âYou havenât told me about that, wanna talk about it? It might feel better than drinking too much and throwing up in a disgusting bathroom. Donât quote me on that, though.â
Yeonjun blinks slowly, then chuckles, âIâll tell you about it some other time, I just really want to be in bed right now.â
Instead of getting an Uber or something, you trudge down the sidewalk with a clingier-than-usual Yeonjun, who barely manages to walk in a straight line. You internally celebrate when your apartment building comes into view; one of you seriously needs to get a car.
You have to convince Yeonjun to shower before you, almost like a petulant child.Â
And apparently, wanting to be in bed means taking up most of your mattress and hogging your blankets for the night, because when you finish showering, you return to your room to find your bed occupied. You could just steal Yeonjunâs bed for the night⊠but you end up just crawling into bed beside him, listlessly trying to reclaim your covers.
He never ended up telling you about this mystery person heâs not over.
âI just donât think itâs going to work out.â You sigh.
âBut why? I thought things between us were going great, Iââ
âIâm sorry, I just donât see this relationship progressing any further.â
âBut, IâI told my mom about you! You canât leave me, I love you!â
âUgh, you asshole,â you cry out as Yeonjun pretends to cry hysterically and shakes you by your shoulders, âYouâre supposed to be taking this seriously and helping me!â
Yeonjun cackles as you shove him away, âI mean he could react like that, couldnât he?â Then, he sighs and places his hands on your shouldersânot shaking you this time. âOkay, seriously, itâs going to be fine, youâll be in a public space, so worst case scenario, he embarrasses himself.â
âYouâre right⊠ugh, Iâm gonna be late.â
âYouâre the one who wanted to rehearse the conversation again.â
Before sending you off, Yeonjun smushes your face, cooing, âOkay, go dump your boyfriend, my duckling, Iâll be waiting here with takeout and beer.â
âYou are a grown-ass man.â You deadpan before youâre finally off.
Itâs been a good few months since you started seeing this new guyâhis nameâs Mark, you realized you liked him enough to make things more official after several good dates. But, youâve already been considering breaking things off with him for a while now; you seem to have this recurring issue when it comes to relationships⊠You just canât seem to envision a future that includes your partner, even when itâs going well you ultimately lose interest.
Mark seems like a good guy, too, which makes you feel worse, but itâd be even worse to just lead him on, right? Thatâs what you continue reminding yourself as you trudge into a nice cafĂ© that will be tainted by the memory of you dumping a nice guy for the rest of your life. Youâll never be able to enjoy the sweet treats of âArcadiaâ ever again.
âHey, there you are,â Mark smiles as you take the seat across from him.
âYeah, uh, sorry, I had to help my roommate out.â A fib, even though your mother tells you honesty is the best policy. Well, she lied about Santa and the tooth fairy; besides, your fib sounds nicer than âI was rehearsing how to break up with you with my best friendâ.
âNo worries.â
âUm,â itâs better to just get it over with, you remind yourself, just rip the bandaid off, âso, I wanted to talk to you.â
âUh oh, that doesnât sound too good,â Mark chuckles, then clears his throat and continues when you donât laugh, âWhatâs up?â
With a deep breath, you let it spill out all at once, âI donât think this is going to work out, I just donât see usâthis relationship going any further. Iâm sorry and I hope you can understand.â Okay, that wasnât too scary, if youâre ignoring your shaky, clammy palms against your knees.
Mark nods, then looks down at his lap, then back at you, âI guess I shouldâve seen it coming, I mean, Iâve seen the way you and your roommate look at each other.â
âUh⊠you what?â
âYou donât have to play dumb about it, itâs obvious the both of you are in love. Guess I just liked you so much I hoped I could change your mind.â Mark sighs, âI think Iâm gonna⊠go, sorry.â He says, then leaves you to spiral.
âObvious the both of you are in loveâ? You and Yeonjun? Thatâs ridiculous, right?
Leaving what was once your favorite cafĂ© in a daze, youâre suddenly glad that youâd decided to walk instead of drive; you barely register entering your apartment complex, and unlocking your door.
âHey,â Yeonjun is on the couch, takeout and a pack of beer spread on the coffee table as promised, âhowâd it go?â
âIt went fine,â you say with a smile that doesnât quite make its way to your eyes, âhe took it as well as he could have.â Itâs weird, that you donât just word vomit out every small detail, like you tend to with Yeonjun. But somehow, something about divulging everything feels weirder, so in a rare twist of events, you keep quiet.
Seemingly taking the hint that thatâs going to be all you say for the time being, Yeonjun changes the topic, âGo change so we can eat, the new episode of The Vampire Diaries is literally about to start in like two seconds.â
âWhat the hell! I didnât think I was gone for that long!â You shriek and make a run for it to your room to change out of your outside clothes.
Yeonjun snorts when you return, plopping onto the couch while trying to catch your breath. âI lied, thereâs still like half an hour.â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you hiss, and pummel him with the nearest throw pillow.
âIâm starting to think Iâm gonna end up alone,â with a grunt, you tug your blanket up higher, âwhyâre we both so bad at relationships?â
âRude,â Yeonjun flicks your forehead, and if you werenât so cozy, full of food, and three cans of beer drunker, you mightâve sat up to take your revenge. But alas, moving even a mere inch feels like a herculean effort.
âYouâre rude,â you stick your tongue out at him childishly. âYâknow I didnât mean it like that, though, right?â
âI know.â
âMm. MaybeâŠâ You focus your bleary eyes on Yeonjunâs face above you. Even from this unfortunate angle, from where your head rests on his lap, he looks so⊠âIf weâre not⊠If weâre still single by the time weâre thirty-four, I think we should just marry each other.â
Yeonjun laughs, âOkay, I think itâs bedtime, donât you have work in the morning?â
If you hadnât fallen asleep right then, you mightâve clapped back with a witty response, or you mightâve sat up, and looked at Yeonjun dead in the eyes and told him that you were serious.
âNo, Mom, I am still not in a relationship,â you pause, then sigh, âYes, I know Iâm not getting any younger. And, no, Iâm not gonnaâwait, what?â
âYou heard me, I asked when youâre going to give in and just marry Yeonjun. I like him, heâd be a nice son-in-law, he practically already is at this point!â
Only mothers would have the audacity. You have to pull your phone away from your ear to stare at the outgoing call screen in astonishment. âWhat⊠are you talking about?â You ask when you bring your phone back to your ear.
âOh, câmon. Youâve been living together since you were what, nineteen? Neither of you dates anymore, you spend all your free time togetherâŠYou may as well get hitched at this point, instead of denying your poor mother the opportunity of watching her child get married any longer.â
You perk up at the call of your name, seeing two of your coworkers rush over, âHeyârandom questionâhow early do you think is too early to get engaged? Liaâs only been with her partner for like three months, and theyâre already engaged! Youâve been with your boyfriend for years, right? And neither of you has proposed?â
âUh? My⊠boyfriend?â
âYeah? Your boyfriend, his nameâs Yeonjun, right?â
âOh, heâs not my⊠Heâs just my best friend.â Youâre not sure whatâs more embarrassing, the fact that all this time, it seemed like you and Yeonjun were dating, or having to tell two of your coworkers that you are actually painfully single. It doesnât make it any better that the majority of your coworkers, while nice, are known for gossipingâall mostly harmless.
You expect your mother to make you feel bad about your relationship status (out of love), but not your coworkers.
âItâs weird, lately, Iâve realized that people think me and Yeonjun are togetherâŠ? My mom even told me to just go and marry him, like?â
âOh, you poor sweet summer childâŠâ
âHave you still seriously not realized?â Taehyun pipes up beside Kai who regards you with a pitiful look. Whatâs up with everyone lately? Youâre starting to feel like youâre the only one missing something.
âRealized what?â
âOh, youâre hopeless.â Taehyun laments, looking as if heâs about ready to tear his hair out or reach across the dining table to knock some sense into you.
Ideally, youâd like to think youâre not at all oblivious. But, after many strange occurrences, you canât help but consider: that youâve never properly thought of Yeonjun that wayâin a romantic sense. Heâs always just been Yeonjun; the only person who you know for a fact you can trust with anything, and the only person who will stick with you despite all of your bullshit, like a stubborn thorn you canât seem to be rid of (not that thatâs an issue). Heâs your everything, really.
When you imagine your future, you always see him fit in there somehowâbut it occurs to you that as someone whoâs never had a complete interest in marriage, or any romantic relationships for a long time for that matter, you could imagine walking down the aisle with Yeonjun, and more. Not only that, but you like imagining it.
Oh.
How dense can one be to fail to realize theyâve been in love with their best friend all this time? After nearly three decades of friendship, itâs seriously taken you this long to get to this conclusion? All those failed relationships you tried so hard to make work, it was all for nothing, because you couldnât realize what you felt for what you already had! So much time wastedâŠ
âAre you feeling okay?â Yeonjun apparates beside you, a palm carefully tracing circles over your upper back.
You feel bad for how you jolt away from him, seeing the surprise and mild hurt pass over his features in a split second. If you didnât know Yeonjun like the back of your hand, you mightâve missed it. â...Sorry, I dunnoâIâve been kind of out of it lately, I think I just need to relax.â
âYou havenât been overworking yourself again, have you?â
âNoâŠâ
Yeonjun gives you a look as though he doesnât quite believe you, but drops it. This time, you donât jump away like frightened prey when he touches youâwraps around your side. âLetâs watch something tonight? Iâve been hearing about this new Kdrama called âMy Demonâ.â
âThat sounds straight out of Wattpad⊠Iâll order the food.â
âHappy birthday,â Yeonjun sings as he saunters into your bedroom at⊠way too early in the morning. But allâs forgiven with the realization he comes bearing giftsâfood. âWhatâs that, thirty-four punches Iâm gonna have to give you, now? Fuck, youâre old,â he says as he sets down a delectable-looking plate of your favorite breakfast on your nightstand.
âShut up, youâre older than me.â You narrow your eyes, sitting up to reach for your birthday breakfast.
âAnd if you punch me thirty-four times, you will not live to see another day, Choi.â
Getting older has meant that your birthdays have become a lot less eventful, but you havenât quite minded it. Theyâre spent with your favorite person, anyway, so no complaints on your end.
Yet, somehow, you end up on a beach on the night of your birthday, sitting on a beach towel Yeonjun had neatly spread out and admiring the night sky. Youâd had a simple plan to laze around at home all day, eat something good for dinner, drink a little more than you should, and then sleep like the dead. However, Yeonjun had other plans when heâd announced the night before that he was taking you on a day trip the next morning. âItâs only a six-hour driveâ, heâd said, because heâs insane.
You suppose you had a little more to your original plan⊠you guess you also intended to profess your newly realized love for your best friend, and potentially ruin about twenty-nine years of friendship if things happened to go wayward. Well, you still intend on getting that over with.
âHappy birthday,â Yeonjun says once more, as he returns from the car with an unopened bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Huh, you guess thatâs why he took so long to grab something to drink from the âcoolerâ, actually... do either of you even own a cooler? âBetter appreciate this wine, it was pricey.â
âI distinctly recall telling you not to spend much on me this year,â you sigh, but youâre staring down the bottle, âand you already arranged this impromptu trip.â
âWell, I wanted to, itâs not every day you turn thirty-four.â Yeonjun doesnât add anything else, as he hands you the bottle of wine; you decide not to call out how he canât meet your eyes properly.
Cabernet Sauvignon 1999, the bottle reads. You donât know much about wineâyouâre not that old yetâjust that it usually tastes good. âIs it good? I donât think Iâve tried Cabernet Sauvignon, have I?â
âYou havenât, I think youâll like it. It wouldâve gone well with dinner.â
You hum, taking a corkscrew handed to you, as Yeonjun takes a seat beside you.
A couple of glasses later, you blurt, âThanks. For thisâthe trip, dinner. And the wine. I like it a lot.â Itâs not quite what youâd meant to say, in such a stilted manner. You guess you need a little more liquid courage, as you pour yourself another glass.
âI can tell, thatâs like your third glass.â
âShut up,â you grumble, as Yeonjun snorts into his glass. Cheeks warming, you start internally motivating yourselfâif being alive for thirty-four years has taught you anything, itâs that everythingâs worth a shot. You miss a hundred of the shots you donât take⊠or whatever the saying is. âDo you remember that time I said we should just marry each other if weâre still single by thirty-four?â
After a pause, Yeonjun raises a brow, âYes?â
âIâm surprised you remember that, considering you passed out right after⊠Are you saying we should get married, then?â Something passes over his features before he turns to you, and laughs something that isnât exactly humorous, âI think that might be enough wine for you.â
âIâve only had two glasses.â
âTwo-and-a-half,â you correct after glancing down at your half-full glass. âIâm not drunk, maybe a teensy bit tipsy, butâfuck, thatâs not the point.â
âWhat is the point youâre trying to make then? Yeonjun laughs, it almost looks like that familiar glint has returned to his eyes. Youâd appreciate it if you werenât about to implode.
âI, uh,â you clear your throat. Yeonjun continues to regard you with amusement; you vaguely wonder if heâll still be amused once you manage to get the wordsâyour confession out, or if youâll go and ruin everything because of some stupid feelings. âFuck, this is kinda difficult.â
âOkay, um,â maintaining eye contact is a test of your mental strength, which is why you avert your gaze even though youâve turned to face Yeonjun, as you utter your next sentence, âSo, itâs taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize that Iâve, uh, sort of, kind of been in love with you for probably forever. No, Iââ
âIâm in love with you,â you rephrase more confidently, yet you end up shrinking in on yourself when the only response you receive is Yeonjun blinking blankly at you. âSo, um, you could say something⊠right about now. Like, you hate me and are kicking me out? Well, ideally, you could say that you feel the same andââ
âBreathe,â Yeonjun reaches over to squeeze your clammy hand. Taking a breath as instructed, you realize you have not been breathing properly since you began speaking. âI was justâyouâre being serious? You arenât just drunk, and you arenât fucking with me?â
âTwo-and-a-half glasses, Iâm tipsy at worst,â you reiterate, âand Iâm not fucking with you either.â
âOh.â Yeonjun breathes, which does nothing to assuage the anxiety that feels like it might have colored your face pallid, as it incessantly knocks against your ribcage.
âOh? Câmon man, I just confessed my love to you, give me a little more than âOhâ, Iâm nervous as shit right now.â
âSorry, I was justâŠâ Yeonjun laughs, the asshole laughs. âWe really are best friends, huh? I spent all week trying to figure out how to make your birthday special, and confess my love to you at the end of the night. And here you are, beating me to it.â
âYou⊠oh.â
âCâmon man, give me a little more than âOhâ, I just told you your love is reciprocated,â Yeonjun laughs as he repeats your previous words, teasing, âIâm nervous as shit, too.â
So, you down the rest of your glass before setting it aside and scooting too close for comfort, and ask, âCan I kiss you?â Because if thirty-four years of life has taught you anything, itâs to not waste any more time.
âUh⊠yes.â Yeonjunâs widened eyes dart from both of your eyes, to your lips, and back.
And, so, you close the distance to kiss him.Â
Maybe itâs not magical, maybe you donât feel any supposed sparks or fireworks. But it feels right, like itâs meant to be as you cup Yeonjunâs cheek and shift to curl your hand around his nape. It feels like caressing the petals of a burgundy rose.
(âHave you just always known you loved me? Even when I threw up on you the first time we got drunk?â You ask, a few hours, and a couple more glasses of wine later.
âEw, but yes, I knew I loved you even then.â
â...Huh. Would you still love me if a witch cursed me and I turned into a worm tomorrow?â
Yeonjun snorts, âA worm?â then he hums in thought, âI would buy the biggest terrarium, and the nicest dirt I can find, and take care of you. Iâd find the witch and make her turn you back into a lovely human, too.â
âGood answer,â you smile, leaning over to kiss Yeonjun again, he tastes a little like remnants of Cabernet Sauvignon, deep and red, urging you to kiss him a little deeper. âI love you,â you whisper against his lips when you part.)
Upon thinking about it, not much changes between you and Yeonjun; apart from the kissing, consistently sharing a bed, sober I love youâs, and the other âunnecessary PDAâ, as Taehyun so kindly put it, while Soobin had fixed the two of you with a disgusted look (you know that deep down somewhere, heâs happy for you both), and Beomgyu shot a thumbs up before going back to hogging the cookies Soobin bakedâKai was more focused on trying to steal some cookies, which he managed.
Your mother had practically wept out of joy when you told her the news, âIâm going to see my baby get married! I thought the day would never come!â sheâd cried out, and rushed to tell anyone that would listen to her. Overdramatic, and a little hurtful, by the way⊠You didnât even say anything about marriage, either!
âHm?â You reluctantly blink your eyes open at the call of your name, to see Yeonjun looking at you with a suspicious grin on his face.
âI love you.â
â...What did you do? I love you too, though, even if I have to become an accomplice.â
âI didnât do anything bad, I just love you.â
âMm, you loser. I love you more.â
âHm, are you sure about that?â Yeonjun hums, your eyes follow him as he sits up and reaches for something from his nightstand, ââCause I think I love you more? So much that Iâm asking if youâd do me the honor of marrying me.â He says so casually, contrasting how he carefully opens a small, velvety box. It gives a quiet creak as it pops open, revealing a simple silver band. A ring. An engagement ring.
After blinking the fatigue out of your eyes, and confirming that youâre not seeing or hearing things, you sit up with a start, âYouâ
âYou dick, why would you propose to me while Iâm half-asleep?!â
âWell, if you said no, I couldâve just written it off as you being tired and mishearing me⊠Iâll get you a nicer wedding ring, too, if you say yes, that is. Well, I already have oneââ
Yeonjun grunts as you throw yourself onto him, âYouâre such an idiot, I love you. Yes, Iâll marry you, thereâs no question about it.â
You canât recall the moment you started loving Yeonjun; maybe it was the day you met and he let you play his PlayStation. Maybe it was in middle school when more people started to see him, or maybe it was in high schoolâŠ
Maybe you canât pinpoint the exact moment, maybe youâve just always loved Yeonjun. Itâd be hard not to love him; heâs as beautiful as a white roseâinside and outâone that youâd pluck from the dirt with your bare hands, thorns and all, just to keep to yourself, even if for a little while. Maybe thatâs selfish, but you think that doesnât have to be a bad thing.
You part from Yeonjun as your friends and family cheering fills your ears. Feeling like words canât do your feelings in that moment justice, you kiss him once more, in hopes to convey them a little better.
âI know. I love you,â he says, because he knows you best.
Grinning so happily that your cheeks begin to ache, you properly part from Yeonjun this time, and walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.
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hii!! loved your gunwook post. was wondering if i can req a yeonjun childhood friends to lovers where they were roommates? (could also be a 6th member of txt)
hi!! thank you, im so glad you enjoyed it! i hope you enjoy this one as well, i rly liked writing it!! :)
here it is!
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â« three little words (dedicate them to me), cyj
fluff, 4.8k words àšà§ oh my god they were roommates :0 sorry to any academic weapons reading, im projecting a bit as an academic failure lol
wherein it only takes you about twenty-nine years to realize you're in love with your best friend... at least you got there!
ê° requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is younger, unspecified age difference (but its implied that theyre very close in age), childhood friends to lovers, nonidol au, roommates, idiots in love, time skips, aging up, alcohol/drinking, a bit dialogue heavy, vomit is mentioned a few times, friend group ot4 ê±
Itâs hard to recall a time without Yeonjun; he appeared one day and stuck to you, almost as if he were a stubborn thorn in your side (said endearingly, of course).
It mustâve been when you were still in kindergartenâright, Yeonjun and his parents had moved in next door, and your moms both became friends and arranged a play date. Yeonjun had brought his PlayStation over and let you play it with him, so, obviously, to five-year-old you, that made the two of you best friends right away.
âAre you almost done?â Yeonjun bemoans from your bedroom floor, urging you to look up from your piles of textbooks and worksheets finally.
âNo, I told you I needed to study and that you should go to your own house, you bum. Just âcause you donât give a shit about your education doesn't mean I donât.â
âYou almost flunked last year. And youâre only studying because your mom saw you got a three out of a hundred on your algebra test,â Yeonjun deadpans, âhow do you even score that bad?â Ugh, lucky, naturally academically gifted asshole. You roll your eyes and toss a pencil at his stupid face.
âWhatever,â you grumble, itâs not your fault you canât be an academic weapon, and that school is whooping your ass instead with academics as a weapon. âI feel like my brain is about to start leaking out of my ears anyway, wanna go to yours?â
Yeonjun grins, sitting up from your floor with a start, finally regaining some of his earlier excitement before he had to wait nearly four hours (all of which were spent pestering you) while you attempted to study. âI ditched school yesterday to get a copy of Resident Evil 4 from GameStop.â
âWhat the hellâand you didnât invite me?â you whine, âThatâs cold, you better let me try it first.â
Itâs hours later into the evening when youâre watching Yeonjun attempt to get through the wretched cabin section that you died approximately⊠thirteen times trying to get through, that he says, âYou remember that guy, Taehyun, right? In my AP History class.â
âMhm,â you hum, blinking your bleary eyes at Yeonjunâs TV screen from your very comfortable spot on his couch.
âHe doesnât usually talk a whole lot to me, but today, I couldnât get him to shut up,â Yeonjun huffs a laugh as he maneuvers the character, Leon, up the stairs on screen, seemingly making it farther than you could. âHe was complaining though, âcause he was partnered with this person who was into me. He couldnât get any work done, they were just bugging him about me.â
You tear your focus from the TV to look at the side of Yeonjunâs face, you can see part of his furrowed brow and pursed lips. âOh.â
It doesnât surprise you that a lot of people seem to be interested in Yeonjun at school. In middle school, people started coming up to you, asking if youâd put in a good word for them with Yeonjun, because they âlike-likedâ him, and you were his best friend. Then, it was at the end of eighth grade that you started telling those people to grow a pair and talk to him themselves.
You suppose you kind of understand. Yeonjunâs nice when heâs not being a little shit⊠and heâs not horrible to look at, one might even say heâs good-looking.
âAre you into them?â The question seems to roll off your tongue easily, but youâre not even sure why you asked, you donât think you want to know. For some reason, thinking about it churns your stomach a bit.
â...No, I mean, theyâre pretty, but,â Yeonjun sighs, tossing his controller to the side as he dies a second time. âthey seem kinda⊠much. I dunno, Taehyun said they literally wouldnât talk to him about anything besides me the entire class. It kinda weirded me out.â
âHm, yeah.â You hum, a weird feeling of⊠relief washing over you. Yeonjunâs mom comes in to ask if youâre staying for dinner before you can think about it too hard.
Later that night, when youâre stuck staring blankly at your ceiling, you decide you were just relieved that Yeonjun wasnât going to end up with some overly possessive weirdo. Itâd suck to lose your best friend that way.
âPlease do not throw up, because if you throw up, then Iâm gonna throw up.â
âIâm not gonna throw up,â Yeonjun insists, but it doesnât sound all too credible with the way he slurs his words, maybe youâve also had too much to drink, but you swear he looks a little green. âI⊠am perfectly fine, thank you very much.â
âUhuh.â
âDonât âuhuhâ me,â Yeonjun grumbles with an attempted glare, you find that you canât take him all too seriously, though; the flush on his cheeks, his inability to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds, and his perpetual pout make it all too difficult. âOh, IâI think Iâm gonna hurl.â He braces himself against the bar, eyes suddenly more awake.
That would be the reason you end up in a grimy bathroom on your twenty-first, making sure your best friendâs hair is out of the way as he empties the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl.
âWhyâd you drink so much, you know youâre a lightweight.â You ask when Yeonjun seems to be done, frowning as you wipe off his mouth with a paper towel.
âAm not,â he protests petulantly. âI was justâI just felt like it âcause I thought itâd make me feel better ând I could stop thinking about other shit.â
âDid something happen?â
â...I stopped seeing that person I told you about.â
âWhy? I thought it was going well?â âWellâ might be a bit of an overstatement. Like most of Yeonjunâs partners, you didnât hear a whole lot about this new one, met them once for a brief moment, then didnât hear of them again. It seems to be a common theme in Yeonjunâs relationshipsâhis fleeting interest, you havenât figured out if you should say anything about it.
âIt was just, um. âM not over someoneâŠ. I didnât feel right staying in a relationship knowing Iâm still not over someone else.â
Oddly enough, that felt rather sobering to hear. You hum, stomach feeling a little offâyou hope you arenât going to throw up next⊠âYou havenât told me about that, wanna talk about it? It might feel better than drinking too much and throwing up in a disgusting bathroom. Donât quote me on that, though.â
Yeonjun blinks slowly, then chuckles, âIâll tell you about it some other time, I just really want to be in bed right now.â
Instead of getting an Uber or something, you trudge down the sidewalk with a clingier-than-usual Yeonjun, who barely manages to walk in a straight line. You internally celebrate when your apartment building comes into view; one of you seriously needs to get a car.
You have to convince Yeonjun to shower before you, almost like a petulant child.Â
And apparently, wanting to be in bed means taking up most of your mattress and hogging your blankets for the night, because when you finish showering, you return to your room to find your bed occupied. You could just steal Yeonjunâs bed for the night⊠but you end up just crawling into bed beside him, listlessly trying to reclaim your covers.
He never ended up telling you about this mystery person heâs not over.
âI just donât think itâs going to work out.â You sigh.
âBut why? I thought things between us were going great, Iââ
âIâm sorry, I just donât see this relationship progressing any further.â
âBut, IâI told my mom about you! You canât leave me, I love you!â
âUgh, you asshole,â you cry out as Yeonjun pretends to cry hysterically and shakes you by your shoulders, âYouâre supposed to be taking this seriously and helping me!â
Yeonjun cackles as you shove him away, âI mean he could react like that, couldnât he?â Then, he sighs and places his hands on your shouldersânot shaking you this time. âOkay, seriously, itâs going to be fine, youâll be in a public space, so worst case scenario, he embarrasses himself.â
âYouâre right⊠ugh, Iâm gonna be late.â
âYouâre the one who wanted to rehearse the conversation again.â
Before sending you off, Yeonjun smushes your face, cooing, âOkay, go dump your boyfriend, my duckling, Iâll be waiting here with takeout and beer.â
âYou are a grown-ass man.â You deadpan before youâre finally off.
Itâs been a good few months since you started seeing this new guyâhis nameâs Mark, you realized you liked him enough to make things more official after several good dates. But, youâve already been considering breaking things off with him for a while now; you seem to have this recurring issue when it comes to relationships⊠You just canât seem to envision a future that includes your partner, even when itâs going well you ultimately lose interest.
Mark seems like a good guy, too, which makes you feel worse, but itâd be even worse to just lead him on, right? Thatâs what you continue reminding yourself as you trudge into a nice cafĂ© that will be tainted by the memory of you dumping a nice guy for the rest of your life. Youâll never be able to enjoy the sweet treats of âArcadiaâ ever again.
âHey, there you are,â Mark smiles as you take the seat across from him.
âYeah, uh, sorry, I had to help my roommate out.â A fib, even though your mother tells you honesty is the best policy. Well, she lied about Santa and the tooth fairy; besides, your fib sounds nicer than âI was rehearsing how to break up with you with my best friendâ.
âNo worries.â
âUm,â itâs better to just get it over with, you remind yourself, just rip the bandaid off, âso, I wanted to talk to you.â
âUh oh, that doesnât sound too good,â Mark chuckles, then clears his throat and continues when you donât laugh, âWhatâs up?â
With a deep breath, you let it spill out all at once, âI donât think this is going to work out, I just donât see usâthis relationship going any further. Iâm sorry and I hope you can understand.â Okay, that wasnât too scary, if youâre ignoring your shaky, clammy palms against your knees.
Mark nods, then looks down at his lap, then back at you, âI guess I shouldâve seen it coming, I mean, Iâve seen the way you and your roommate look at each other.â
âUh⊠you what?â
âYou donât have to play dumb about it, itâs obvious the both of you are in love. Guess I just liked you so much I hoped I could change your mind.â Mark sighs, âI think Iâm gonna⊠go, sorry.â He says, then leaves you to spiral.
âObvious the both of you are in loveâ? You and Yeonjun? Thatâs ridiculous, right?
Leaving what was once your favorite cafĂ© in a daze, youâre suddenly glad that youâd decided to walk instead of drive; you barely register entering your apartment complex, and unlocking your door.
âHey,â Yeonjun is on the couch, takeout and a pack of beer spread on the coffee table as promised, âhowâd it go?â
âIt went fine,â you say with a smile that doesnât quite make its way to your eyes, âhe took it as well as he could have.â Itâs weird, that you donât just word vomit out every small detail, like you tend to with Yeonjun. But somehow, something about divulging everything feels weirder, so in a rare twist of events, you keep quiet.
Seemingly taking the hint that thatâs going to be all you say for the time being, Yeonjun changes the topic, âGo change so we can eat, the new episode of The Vampire Diaries is literally about to start in like two seconds.â
âWhat the hell! I didnât think I was gone for that long!â You shriek and make a run for it to your room to change out of your outside clothes.
Yeonjun snorts when you return, plopping onto the couch while trying to catch your breath. âI lied, thereâs still like half an hour.â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you hiss, and pummel him with the nearest throw pillow.
âIâm starting to think Iâm gonna end up alone,â with a grunt, you tug your blanket up higher, âwhyâre we both so bad at relationships?â
âRude,â Yeonjun flicks your forehead, and if you werenât so cozy, full of food, and three cans of beer drunker, you mightâve sat up to take your revenge. But alas, moving even a mere inch feels like a herculean effort.
âYouâre rude,â you stick your tongue out at him childishly. âYâknow I didnât mean it like that, though, right?â
âI know.â
âMm. MaybeâŠâ You focus your bleary eyes on Yeonjunâs face above you. Even from this unfortunate angle, from where your head rests on his lap, he looks so⊠âIf weâre not⊠If weâre still single by the time weâre thirty-four, I think we should just marry each other.â
Yeonjun laughs, âOkay, I think itâs bedtime, donât you have work in the morning?â
If you hadnât fallen asleep right then, you mightâve clapped back with a witty response, or you mightâve sat up, and looked at Yeonjun dead in the eyes and told him that you were serious.
âNo, Mom, I am still not in a relationship,â you pause, then sigh, âYes, I know Iâm not getting any younger. And, no, Iâm not gonnaâwait, what?â
âYou heard me, I asked when youâre going to give in and just marry Yeonjun. I like him, heâd be a nice son-in-law, he practically already is at this point!â
Only mothers would have the audacity. You have to pull your phone away from your ear to stare at the outgoing call screen in astonishment. âWhat⊠are you talking about?â You ask when you bring your phone back to your ear.
âOh, câmon. Youâve been living together since you were what, nineteen? Neither of you dates anymore, you spend all your free time togetherâŠYou may as well get hitched at this point, instead of denying your poor mother the opportunity of watching her child get married any longer.â
You perk up at the call of your name, seeing two of your coworkers rush over, âHeyârandom questionâhow early do you think is too early to get engaged? Liaâs only been with her partner for like three months, and theyâre already engaged! Youâve been with your boyfriend for years, right? And neither of you has proposed?â
âUh? My⊠boyfriend?â
âYeah? Your boyfriend, his nameâs Yeonjun, right?â
âOh, heâs not my⊠Heâs just my best friend.â Youâre not sure whatâs more embarrassing, the fact that all this time, it seemed like you and Yeonjun were dating, or having to tell two of your coworkers that you are actually painfully single. It doesnât make it any better that the majority of your coworkers, while nice, are known for gossipingâall mostly harmless.
You expect your mother to make you feel bad about your relationship status (out of love), but not your coworkers.
âItâs weird, lately, Iâve realized that people think me and Yeonjun are togetherâŠ? My mom even told me to just go and marry him, like?â
âOh, you poor sweet summer childâŠâ
âHave you still seriously not realized?â Taehyun pipes up beside Kai who regards you with a pitiful look. Whatâs up with everyone lately? Youâre starting to feel like youâre the only one missing something.
âRealized what?â
âOh, youâre hopeless.â Taehyun laments, looking as if heâs about ready to tear his hair out or reach across the dining table to knock some sense into you.
Ideally, youâd like to think youâre not at all oblivious. But, after many strange occurrences, you canât help but consider: that youâve never properly thought of Yeonjun that wayâin a romantic sense. Heâs always just been Yeonjun; the only person who you know for a fact you can trust with anything, and the only person who will stick with you despite all of your bullshit, like a stubborn thorn you canât seem to be rid of (not that thatâs an issue). Heâs your everything, really.
When you imagine your future, you always see him fit in there somehowâbut it occurs to you that as someone whoâs never had a complete interest in marriage, or any romantic relationships for a long time for that matter, you could imagine walking down the aisle with Yeonjun, and more. Not only that, but you like imagining it.
Oh.
How dense can one be to fail to realize theyâve been in love with their best friend all this time? After nearly three decades of friendship, itâs seriously taken you this long to get to this conclusion? All those failed relationships you tried so hard to make work, it was all for nothing, because you couldnât realize what you felt for what you already had! So much time wastedâŠ
âAre you feeling okay?â Yeonjun apparates beside you, a palm carefully tracing circles over your upper back.
You feel bad for how you jolt away from him, seeing the surprise and mild hurt pass over his features in a split second. If you didnât know Yeonjun like the back of your hand, you mightâve missed it. â...Sorry, I dunnoâIâve been kind of out of it lately, I think I just need to relax.â
âYou havenât been overworking yourself again, have you?â
âNoâŠâ
Yeonjun gives you a look as though he doesnât quite believe you, but drops it. This time, you donât jump away like frightened prey when he touches youâwraps around your side. âLetâs watch something tonight? Iâve been hearing about this new Kdrama called âMy Demonâ.â
âThat sounds straight out of Wattpad⊠Iâll order the food.â
âHappy birthday,â Yeonjun sings as he saunters into your bedroom at⊠way too early in the morning. But allâs forgiven with the realization he comes bearing giftsâfood. âWhatâs that, thirty-four punches Iâm gonna have to give you, now? Fuck, youâre old,â he says as he sets down a delectable-looking plate of your favorite breakfast on your nightstand.
âShut up, youâre older than me.â You narrow your eyes, sitting up to reach for your birthday breakfast.
âAnd if you punch me thirty-four times, you will not live to see another day, Choi.â
Getting older has meant that your birthdays have become a lot less eventful, but you havenât quite minded it. Theyâre spent with your favorite person, anyway, so no complaints on your end.
Yet, somehow, you end up on a beach on the night of your birthday, sitting on a beach towel Yeonjun had neatly spread out and admiring the night sky. Youâd had a simple plan to laze around at home all day, eat something good for dinner, drink a little more than you should, and then sleep like the dead. However, Yeonjun had other plans when heâd announced the night before that he was taking you on a day trip the next morning. âItâs only a six-hour driveâ, heâd said, because heâs insane.
You suppose you had a little more to your original plan⊠you guess you also intended to profess your newly realized love for your best friend, and potentially ruin about twenty-nine years of friendship if things happened to go wayward. Well, you still intend on getting that over with.
âHappy birthday,â Yeonjun says once more, as he returns from the car with an unopened bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Huh, you guess thatâs why he took so long to grab something to drink from the âcoolerâ, actually... do either of you even own a cooler? âBetter appreciate this wine, it was pricey.â
âI distinctly recall telling you not to spend much on me this year,â you sigh, but youâre staring down the bottle, âand you already arranged this impromptu trip.â
âWell, I wanted to, itâs not every day you turn thirty-four.â Yeonjun doesnât add anything else, as he hands you the bottle of wine; you decide not to call out how he canât meet your eyes properly.
Cabernet Sauvignon 1999, the bottle reads. You donât know much about wineâyouâre not that old yetâjust that it usually tastes good. âIs it good? I donât think Iâve tried Cabernet Sauvignon, have I?â
âYou havenât, I think youâll like it. It wouldâve gone well with dinner.â
You hum, taking a corkscrew handed to you, as Yeonjun takes a seat beside you.
A couple of glasses later, you blurt, âThanks. For thisâthe trip, dinner. And the wine. I like it a lot.â Itâs not quite what youâd meant to say, in such a stilted manner. You guess you need a little more liquid courage, as you pour yourself another glass.
âI can tell, thatâs like your third glass.â
âShut up,â you grumble, as Yeonjun snorts into his glass. Cheeks warming, you start internally motivating yourselfâif being alive for thirty-four years has taught you anything, itâs that everythingâs worth a shot. You miss a hundred of the shots you donât take⊠or whatever the saying is. âDo you remember that time I said we should just marry each other if weâre still single by thirty-four?â
After a pause, Yeonjun raises a brow, âYes?â
âIâm surprised you remember that, considering you passed out right after⊠Are you saying we should get married, then?â Something passes over his features before he turns to you, and laughs something that isnât exactly humorous, âI think that might be enough wine for you.â
âIâve only had two glasses.â
âTwo-and-a-half,â you correct after glancing down at your half-full glass. âIâm not drunk, maybe a teensy bit tipsy, butâfuck, thatâs not the point.â
âWhat is the point youâre trying to make then? Yeonjun laughs, it almost looks like that familiar glint has returned to his eyes. Youâd appreciate it if you werenât about to implode.
âI, uh,â you clear your throat. Yeonjun continues to regard you with amusement; you vaguely wonder if heâll still be amused once you manage to get the wordsâyour confession out, or if youâll go and ruin everything because of some stupid feelings. âFuck, this is kinda difficult.â
âOkay, um,â maintaining eye contact is a test of your mental strength, which is why you avert your gaze even though youâve turned to face Yeonjun, as you utter your next sentence, âSo, itâs taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize that Iâve, uh, sort of, kind of been in love with you for probably forever. No, Iââ
âIâm in love with you,â you rephrase more confidently, yet you end up shrinking in on yourself when the only response you receive is Yeonjun blinking blankly at you. âSo, um, you could say something⊠right about now. Like, you hate me and are kicking me out? Well, ideally, you could say that you feel the same andââ
âBreathe,â Yeonjun reaches over to squeeze your clammy hand. Taking a breath as instructed, you realize you have not been breathing properly since you began speaking. âI was justâyouâre being serious? You arenât just drunk, and you arenât fucking with me?â
âTwo-and-a-half glasses, Iâm tipsy at worst,â you reiterate, âand Iâm not fucking with you either.â
âOh.â Yeonjun breathes, which does nothing to assuage the anxiety that feels like it might have colored your face pallid, as it incessantly knocks against your ribcage.
âOh? Câmon man, I just confessed my love to you, give me a little more than âOhâ, Iâm nervous as shit right now.â
âSorry, I was justâŠâ Yeonjun laughs, the asshole laughs. âWe really are best friends, huh? I spent all week trying to figure out how to make your birthday special, and confess my love to you at the end of the night. And here you are, beating me to it.â
âYou⊠oh.â
âCâmon man, give me a little more than âOhâ, I just told you your love is reciprocated,â Yeonjun laughs as he repeats your previous words, teasing, âIâm nervous as shit, too.â
So, you down the rest of your glass before setting it aside and scooting too close for comfort, and ask, âCan I kiss you?â Because if thirty-four years of life has taught you anything, itâs to not waste any more time.
âUh⊠yes.â Yeonjunâs widened eyes dart from both of your eyes, to your lips, and back.
And, so, you close the distance to kiss him.Â
Maybe itâs not magical, maybe you donât feel any supposed sparks or fireworks. But it feels right, like itâs meant to be as you cup Yeonjunâs cheek and shift to curl your hand around his nape. It feels like caressing the petals of a burgundy rose.
(âHave you just always known you loved me? Even when I threw up on you the first time we got drunk?â You ask, a few hours, and a couple more glasses of wine later.
âEw, but yes, I knew I loved you even then.â
â...Huh. Would you still love me if a witch cursed me and I turned into a worm tomorrow?â
Yeonjun snorts, âA worm?â then he hums in thought, âI would buy the biggest terrarium, and the nicest dirt I can find, and take care of you. Iâd find the witch and make her turn you back into a lovely human, too.â
âGood answer,â you smile, leaning over to kiss Yeonjun again, he tastes a little like remnants of Cabernet Sauvignon, deep and red, urging you to kiss him a little deeper. âI love you,â you whisper against his lips when you part.)
Upon thinking about it, not much changes between you and Yeonjun; apart from the kissing, consistently sharing a bed, sober I love youâs, and the other âunnecessary PDAâ, as Taehyun so kindly put it, while Soobin had fixed the two of you with a disgusted look (you know that deep down somewhere, heâs happy for you both), and Beomgyu shot a thumbs up before going back to hogging the cookies Soobin bakedâKai was more focused on trying to steal some cookies, which he managed.
Your mother had practically wept out of joy when you told her the news, âIâm going to see my baby get married! I thought the day would never come!â sheâd cried out, and rushed to tell anyone that would listen to her. Overdramatic, and a little hurtful, by the way⊠You didnât even say anything about marriage, either!
âHm?â You reluctantly blink your eyes open at the call of your name, to see Yeonjun looking at you with a suspicious grin on his face.
âI love you.â
â...What did you do? I love you too, though, even if I have to become an accomplice.â
âI didnât do anything bad, I just love you.â
âMm, you loser. I love you more.â
âHm, are you sure about that?â Yeonjun hums, your eyes follow him as he sits up and reaches for something from his nightstand, ââCause I think I love you more? So much that Iâm asking if youâd do me the honor of marrying me.â He says so casually, contrasting how he carefully opens a small, velvety box. It gives a quiet creak as it pops open, revealing a simple silver band. A ring. An engagement ring.
After blinking the fatigue out of your eyes, and confirming that youâre not seeing or hearing things, you sit up with a start, âYouâ
âYou dick, why would you propose to me while Iâm half-asleep?!â
âWell, if you said no, I couldâve just written it off as you being tired and mishearing me⊠Iâll get you a nicer wedding ring, too, if you say yes, that is. Well, I already have oneââ
Yeonjun grunts as you throw yourself onto him, âYouâre such an idiot, I love you. Yes, Iâll marry you, thereâs no question about it.â
You canât recall the moment you started loving Yeonjun; maybe it was the day you met and he let you play his PlayStation. Maybe it was in middle school when more people started to see him, or maybe it was in high schoolâŠ
Maybe you canât pinpoint the exact moment, maybe youâve just always loved Yeonjun. Itâd be hard not to love him; heâs as beautiful as a white roseâinside and outâone that youâd pluck from the dirt with your bare hands, thorns and all, just to keep to yourself, even if for a little while. Maybe thatâs selfish, but you think that doesnât have to be a bad thing.
You part from Yeonjun as your friends and family cheering fills your ears. Feeling like words canât do your feelings in that moment justice, you kiss him once more, in hopes to convey them a little better.
âI know. I love you,â he says, because he knows you best.
Grinning so happily that your cheeks begin to ache, you properly part from Yeonjun this time, and walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.
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Please park gunwook school angst
so sorry it took me so long to get to this, i was a lot busier this month than i anticipated!! the angst ended up being lighter than i intended but i hope thats alright :)
here it is!
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â« we both like apple cider, pgw
fluff & light angst, 4.1k words àšà§ first fic on this blog! feedback is appreciated!! ^_^ i've had awful writer's block for MONTHS so i hope i havent gotten too rusty,,,
wherein dancing is your favorite way to destress, until a certain gunwook park goes and spoils it all.
ê° requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is a year older than gw, dancer reader, bff hanbin, one-sided enemies to friends to lovers, college au, misunderstandings, set in the us, does this count as forced proximity? light angst, fluff (it gets so cheesy idk what happened to me), drinking/underage drinking ê±
Dancing had always been your favorite way to unwind. After a long day of classes, practice is like a treat; the mental toll of having to listen to your professors drone on all day, and procrastinating assignments until the night theyâre due is easily unraveled by dancing until you canât feel your limbsâitâs unmatched.
Thatâs why, despite it being Wednesday (the second worst day of the week), you walk out of your last class with a skip in your step, like nothing could ruin your day.
Nothing except a man named Hanbin, that is.
After changing, you enter the practice room, ready to forget your worries. But before you can begin, you see a paper stuck on the wall beside the doorâHanbin mustâve finally put together the choreo for the solo and duet performances for an upcoming recital for some event on campus (truthfully, you can't be bothered to remember all the details, that's Hanbin's job), and decided on whoâd best fit the roles. Youâre a little late, so itâs just you who curiously shuffles over to take a look.
Seeing your name under Duet makes you smile until you read your counterpart's name. Gunwook Park.
You find a spot to sink to the floor in the back of the room. Suddenly, youâve changed your perspective on dancing; itâs the worst thing to happen to you. You regret ever discovering this useless passion of yours, who even needs passions in this economy?!
Hanbin would tell you otherwise, but you believe that you have pretty good ideas.
Youâd tried to take an easier route and complain to Hanbin that you absolutely could not work with Gunwook for a duet. But he was adamant about not making any alterations at this point, at least not just because you donât like Gunwookâwhat a traitor, what happened to friendship?
Since complaining about your unfair working conditions did fuck all, you came up with a wonderful solution. You get paired with the number one person on your shit list? Just donât show up to rehearsals. Boom, problem solved. Though itâs easier said than done; youâre a creature of habit, and the disappointment of remembering you canât destress with dance is depressing.
And, of course, avoiding both Hanbin and Gunwook is a chore.
Itâs on day four that you consider, maybe Hanbin is right sometimes. You were only successful in avoiding everything except schoolwork because college kicks everyoneâs ass, and finding free time starts to feel like finding a needle in a haystack. But, maybe ditching practice when you live with the leader of your dance team wasnât your best idea. On Sundays, both you and Hanbin usually end up being home at the same time.
And like an idiot, you forget this detail and trudge out of your room at two in the afternoon (no, you certainly did not just wake up, thank you very much) to find something acceptable to eat.
As youâre rummaging through the pantry, you hear your name called in that tone. The one where Hanbinâs voice sounds mildly shrill and a bit patronizing, the one that lets you know youâre in trouble.
Yeah, not your brightest ideaâit might take over the number two spot of your top three worst ideas, followed by trying to gaslight a random group of people into believing that Play-doh is edible after youâd had a drink too many at your first college party at number one. (To be fair, you did not expect a twenty-something-year-old man to have Play-Doh on hand and tell you to prove it. Yes, you tried. You vomited on the guyâs shoes.)
Rigidly, you slowly turn to face Hanbin, who has a terse smile on his face.
â...Yes?â
âI thought maybe you hadnât shown up to rehearsals because you werenât feeling well, but yesterday, Gunwook told me every time he spotted you on campus, you naruto-ran away.â
âUh,â you fake cough into your elbow, âMustâve been someone that looks like me? âCause I have been feeling kind of under the weââ
You shriek and make a run for it when Hanbin stomps over with that creepy hamster puppet youâd given him as a gag gift last year in hand. Eventually, you get cornered and get a creepy hamster puppet thrown in your face. âYou canât just ditch practice because you have some petty one-sided rivalryâor whatever it isâwith Gunwook. Youâre risking embarrassing the whole team! What are you planning to do, just not learn the choreography?â
âYou know it's not a rivalry...â You grumble.
âYouâre being childish,â Hanbin sighs, âIâve already told you that whatever your deal is with Gunwook is some misunderstanding, heâs a sweet guy.â
âYeah, whatever.â You huff, probably not helping the childish accusation. Youâre tired of hearing that about what a good guy Gunwook appears to be because you know what you heard.
Without another word, you stomp off to your room.
If you had any hopes of getting out of going to rehearsal again, theyâre promptly stomped on by Hanbin waiting outside of your class when you trudge out.
âReally?â You groan, and walk over to your supposed friend, âYou donât need to escort me.â
âI think I do,â Hanbin crosses his arms, fixing you with a look, like he knows you better than yourself⊠okay, he does ninety percent of the time, but that doesnât mean he can act like it. âIâm pretty sure I saw you ready to head in the wrong direction before you saw me.â He says before grabbing your arm and pulling you down the hall.
âI donât even get what your deal is with Gunwook,â Hanbin finally says when youâre about halfway to the studio, âI know you said you heard him say something⊠unsavory, but that just doesnât sound like him at all. I think you should talk to him, Iâm sure itâs a misunderstanding.â
âI know what I heard, BinâŠâ
âIâm not saying you didnât hear what you heard, but maybe thereâs some missing context.â
You try to consider Hanbinâs words, even as you absentmindedly head into the changing rooms, and reluctantly shuffle into the practice room afterward, you truly do.Â
But all the rational thinking and breathing techniques in the world cannot quell your ire when you see Gunwook. Calmly walking over and refraining from saying anything uncouth is a true test of mental strengthâone that you are quite afraid of failing.
âHeyââ Gunwook rises from his spot in the corner of the practice room to greet you.
âLetâs get started.â You blurt out, aware of how cold and biting your dismissal comes off. To be fair, Hanbin didnât tell you to be particularly nice, he just insisted you show up.
âOh, right,â Gunwookâs expression wilts, but he clears his throat and plasters a polite smile on his face. âIâm sure Hanbin already let you know he wouldnât be here to help us out todayâheâs helping Natty with her solo. Iâve got the choreo down, so I should be able to guide you if needed.â
âI practiced at home.â You did. A little bit, it wasnât easy with the limited space in your crampedâahem, homey apartment. But practicing a duet by yourself, then giving up after stubbing your toe on every fucking piece of furniture in your home, and practicing it with your duet partner are two different things.
âOh, thatâs good⊠um, Iâll start the music.â
Your name is followed by an exasperated sigh. With reluctanceâbecause your phoneâs home screen is just that interestingâyou glance up from your phone, to see Gunwook eyeing you through the mirror.Â
âCould we try to get through the routine? Maybe without you scratching me this time?â Gunwook gnaws at his bottom lip, sweat beading at his temple. Heâs actually been hard at work, practicing while you sat in the corner of the roomâessentially sentenced to a time-out after accidentally scratching Gunwook every time you tried to run through the routine with him. Accidentally.
You canât help the frown that sets on your lips. Only to you, it seems, Gunwook Park is an enigma. When he first joined the team, he seemed nice, and he wasnât much younger than you, you just never got the chance to properly talk to him. However, now you never want to speak to him, the fact that you have to work so closely with him is nauseating.
Tampering down all the ugly word vomit bubbling in your throat, you mentally repeat Hanbinâs words from yesterday to yourself, âYouâre risking embarrassing the whole teamâ. Not only do you find most of your teammates to be more than bearable, but you also you canât bomb a performance because you were too petty to practice the choreography, so, even though the thought of being so close to Gunwookâhaving to touch him makes you full body cringe, you suck it up.
âSure.â
Begrudgingly, you get into position and wait for your cue. As the music starts up for what feels like the billionth time that evening, you miss the many nervous glances cast your way.
Succeedingly, you manage to not cause any more bodily harm, even when you have no choice but to get close enough to Gunwook to the point you cannot look anywhere but into his eyes. The urge to flee strikes, as unease among other odd emotions you will not address churn in your gut, but you deal with it (read: ignore it).
You manage to run through the routine once, then again, and again, and again, until your limbs feel like gelatin and you have no option but to sprawl out on the floor. It occurs to you how much you missed this feeling, you can barely believe you let your pettiness get in the way of it.
âHey, can I ask you something?â
Turning your head to the side, thereâs Gunwook, also sprawled out beside you. Huh, you donât even have the negative energy within you to loathe his presence in the moment.
âYou just did. But you can ask one more thing.â
A goofy grin splits Gunwookâs lips before he turns his head back to face the ceiling, expression shifting a little more seriously. âDid I⊠was there something that I like did? Or said to upset you?â
Oh. Right. So, you havenât forgotten your distaste for Gunwook. You feel your good mood sour, as you scoff, and force yourself to finally sit upâyour limbs are very much protesting, screaming at you, matter of fact, but fuck them. And fuck Gunwook Park. âSeriously?â
You glance over your shoulder, Gunwook, who sat up shortly after you, only blinks at you curiously, as though he hasnât got a clue.
âYou really donât know? Do you just talk shit about everyone and thatâs why you canât seem to remember me?â
âWhatâŠ?â Gunwookâs brows furrow, âWhat are you talking about?â
âI heard you." You push yourself up off the ground, fixing Gunwook with an exasperated look, "After our performance at orientation in August, you had a lot to say about my skill, and how ridiculous I looked.â
âI don'tâŠ?â You watch as the confusion and then the recognition passes over Gunwookâs features, âNo, Iâshit,â he hangs his head with a groan, which doesnât serve to dissipate any of your arising confusion. âThat wasnât about you.â
âI heard you say my name, donât bullshit me.â
âIâokay, I definitely said your name, but it seriously wasnât about you. There was this, um, character in a film my roommate watched for some project; they were supposed to be a dancer, but they were godawful. I was talking about the character, and I didnât even think about how they had the same name as you, or about how loudly I was talking about that.â
âOh,â you say, rather intelligently. You consider the thought that he could be lying, but he looks at you with such earnestness, remorse practically pooling in his eyes, you canât even entertain the thought for more than a moment.
âYeah, oh. Iâm sorry you thought I was talking about youâŠâ
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you quietly sit back down, anger gone as quick as it arose, and flop back on the floor with a sigh. Having your entire view of Gunwook Park debunked in a mere minute was not on tonightâs bingo card.
âI shouldâveâHanbin kept telling me it was probably a misunderstanding and to confront you, but I just stewed in my misguided hatred. God, Hanbinâs going to be insufferable once I tell him he was right all along.â
Gunwook huffs a laugh, âIâm glad we sorted this out, finally. Um, I guess we should wrap up for tonight since itâs getting late. Can I walk you home?â
âDonât you live on campus? You donât have to walk me home if you just have to walk back hereâŠâ
âItâs fine!â Gunwook smiles, oddly enthusiastic. Weird, personally, you dread having to walk home after practice. âI want to, and I guess now we can get to know each other? Now that you donât hate me.â
âYeah⊠okay, Iâll grab my stuff.â You sit back up again, as much as youâd like to become one with the floor.
âOkay, cool.â
âCool.â you canât help but smile, seeing the wide grin on Gunwookâs face. Youâre going to choose to believe the warmth in your cheeks is because youâre still cooling off from rehearsing.
The idea of rehearsing is a lot more palatable now that you donât despise your duet partner. The actual rehearsals arenât too bad either⊠theyâre actually kind of enjoyable.
Hanbin was, in fact, very insufferable when you spilled everything thatâd happened that day to him. Heâd been waiting up for you, sitting on the armchair in your living room, and nearly gave you a heart attack when he flicked on the lamp beside him; like he was your mother and heâd caught you sneaking back in the house.
âHey, how was class?â Gunwook has taken to waiting for you outside your classes on rehearsal days, you even say hi to each other when you see the other on campus, and maybe talk if youâre not busy.
âDonât get me startedâŠâ you groan, âI have no idea what my professor was on about today, but I thought his jaw was going to unhinge before he finally stopped talking.â
Gunwook chuckles, and grabs your bag from you, cradling it to his chest. âI thought I told you I could carry my bag myself?â
âAnd I told you that you could try to take it back.âÂ
You did try, and you decided you do not like freakishly strong guys. âWhatever⊠what about you? How was your class?â
âDidnât go todayâŠâ Gunwook trails off, glancing down at your linked arms. A habit after losing Hanbin in crowds one too many times. It feels nice with Gunwook, though. âUm, my roommateââ he clears his throat before he continues looking forward, revealing his red ears. Oh, thatâs cute.
âHe kept me up late âcause he needed help with his film project that heâs been procrastinating. I ended up waking up at like one-thirtyâŠâ
âReally? So, you just came straight here after waking up?â You tsk, choosing to look away from his pouted lips for your sake. âDid you even eat? Letâs stop by this cafĂ© a few blocks away before we rehearse. It opened last month, Hanbin and I were supposed to check it out, but I think he forgot.â
Youâre not blind, of course, Gunwook is, well, objectively attractive (subjectively as well, perchance). With much coaxing, you mightâve been able to admit it a week ago when you hated him. But, his attractiveness is far too illuminated when youâre a mere inches from his face; faced with his distractingly pretty brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. Oh God, heâs cute. Heâs so fucking cute, and you are so fucking screwed.
Before you can say something so embarrassing youâd have to migrate to another country and assume another identity, you take the initiative to part from Gunwook, carefully backing away, and clearing your throat, âShould we take a break?â
Except that doesnât even help, because when you sink to the floor to watch YouTube, Gunwook is beside you, smushed at your side to watch whatever youâre watching. You canât even remember what video you tapped on, but apparently, youâre seven minutes into a video when Gunwook reaches over to pause it.
âHey, um, one of my friendsâhis nameâs Junhyeon, his frat, Zeta Rho Xi is having a party this weekend. He kinda roped me into going, and I was just wondering if you were freeâŠ? I would, um, itâd be cool if you could stop by.â
Parties havenât been your thing for a long time; you tried to party freshman year, since people seemed to go on about the college parties. You just couldnât get super into it, plus only things like the Play-Doh incident came from parties⊠and thatâs why youâre not sure why you say, âYeah, no, I should be free. Iâll check it out.â
You aren't even free, you have an essay youâve written approximately two sentences for that happens to be due Monday. But the smile on Gunwookâs face makes agreeing feel like the right choice.
Immediately upon stepping inside, you remember why you hate parties. One, you lose Hanbin instantly. Two, trying to push through a bunch of sweaty, drunk people (who are surprisingly sturdy) is a pain in the ass. And three, itâs loud, you already feel like you need a drink. Or maybe three.
You manage to make it to a mostly empty kitchen, and at that point, youâve lost any motivation to go search for Hanbin or even Gunwook. For the most part, youâve given up caring about being âlameâ, so, youâre perfectly content sitting in the kitchen on your phone at a party while sipping on possibly the worst quality beer youâve tasted in your twenty years of life.
Itâs maybe thirty minutes until you finally look up from your phone at the call of your name over the ear-damaging volume of music.
Hanbin stumbles into the kitchen, using Gunwook as support. You can make out your friendâs flushed cheeks, even in the dim lighting, you have no idea how heâs gotten drunk so fast. âThere you are! I found Gunwookie, it looked like he was waitinâ around for you, âcause he was just in a corner lookinâ around⊠didnât you guys exchange numbers?â
âI already told you I forgot to askâŠâ Gunwook mumbles.
âOh,â Hanbin lets go of Gunwook to slide up beside you, âHey, did you know that, umââ Gunwook rushes over to slap a hand over Hanbinâs mouth, are they both drunk? Itâs more difficult to tell with Gunwook, his cheeks always look pinkâŠ
Hanbin removes Gunwookâs hand with a glare, âDonât interrupt me,â he chides, as sternly as he can while drunk. âAnyway, âm so glad you two figured things out. I hope Gunwook tells you about his massive heart boner for you.â
Hanbin makes it probably ten times worse by continuing, âHeâsâheâs had such a big crush on you since like, um, since like the millisecond he joined the team. But this whole time you thought he was mean to you, isnât that silly?â
What isnât silly is the look on Gunwookâs face, he looks positively mortified.
â...Okay, Bin, I think youâre ready to go home already,â you smile tersely, side-stepping the topic for now, maybe forever actually. âGunwook, can you help me with him?â You ignore Hanbinâs slurred protests. It must take a moment for Gunwook to recoup before heâs at Hanbinâs other side, helping you pull the drunkard up.
You avoid looking in Gunwookâs direction, despite the fact you can feel him burning holes into the side of your head. Of course, thereâs no avoiding the conversationâinevitably, youâre going to have to talk to Gunwook about what Hanbin said, but maybe you can get out of it tonightâŠ?
Itâs not that youâre particularly afraid⊠okay, well, you are, except itâs just unnecessary anxiety. Now you feel better about admitting to yourself that youâre interested in Gunwook. But what if Hanbinâs drunk rambling was just drunk rambling, and it was all nonsense? Well, Gunwook probably wouldnât seem so nervous if that were the case, but maybe heâs nervous because he just doesnât want you to be under the impression that heâ
âOh, hey, Iâve been looking everywhere for HanbinâŠâ
âOh, Hao, hey.â you mentally thank Hao for unknowingly rescuing you from spiraling into your annoyingly irrational train of thought.
âDo you want me to take him off your hands? We were planning to ditch before he disappeared.â
Okay, time to put on your big person pants and be an adult. âYeah, thanks.â Handing Hanbin off is pretty easy, the man completely unbothered that heâs thrown two of his protĂ©gĂ©s for a loop (heâll probably feel a lot worse about it tomorrow, especially when heâs hungover). Whatâs less easy, is being left with Gunwook.
âWell, since Hanbin aired everything outâŠâ
âRight, yeah. We should talk, maybe outside?â
Gunwook nods, leading the way to the back door, you follow closely behind him. As not to lose him in the clusters of people, and maybe just because you want to, you grab onto his arm.
Outside, your eardrums thank you for finally getting out of there, though your nervous heart is another story, rattling against your ribcage incessantly. Warily, you avoid looking at Gunwook, distancing yourself a good few feet away from him, âSoâŠâ
âI like you,â Gunwook blurts as if he wonât get another chance to say so, âlike a lot. I initially joined the team âcause of you actually, I hadnât even danced since middle school. But you were soâwatching you on stage at orientation felt so⊠enchanting.â
Heat rushes to your cheeks at Gunwookâs flattery, and he only continues, âI thought you were perfect, so obviously I immediately signed up for the dance team, even though I wasnât even sure if I was any good at it anymore, just so I could have an excuse to see you. Only for me to never gain the courage to even talk to youâŠâ Staring at the wooden planks of the porch beneath your feet, you see Gunwookâs beaten-up Converse come into view, urging you to look up again.
âGunwook, Iââ
âItâs okay if you donât feel anything like that for me, I just canât let the what-ifs get in the way of me trying anymore.â Oh, how could you not feel something for him? Surely anyone could fall for him just by staring into his pretty brown eyes.
The weird feeling in your gut, which must be those butterflies people talk about, amplifies, you think youâd have to be a fool if you didnât feel something for Gunwook Park. âI donât⊠not feel something,â you hastily avert your gaze, âI guess Iâm not entirely sure what it is, but I am interested in you. I, um, would be open to exploring that.â
âI understandâwait, you⊠really?â
You look up in time to see the overjoyed grin split Gunwookâs lips. Itâs infectious, you canât help but mirror his smile, laugh tumbling past your lips, âYes, you dork. You better sweep me off my feet.â You playfully shove at his shoulder.
âI will,â Gunwook grabs your wrist before you drop your arm, thumbing at the inside of it, âare you free tomorrow?â
âIâŠâ You arenât free, remember that pesky essay of yours? âYeah, I am.â Oh, well, you suppose it can wait; likely until tomorrow night, when you finally open your laptop at eleven-thirty at night, when it happens to be due at midnight. You happen to work great under pressure!
âPerfect, can I pick you up at your place at two?â
âSure, are you gonna remember to ask for my number this time, though?â You tease, making a âgive meâ motion with your free hand.
Gunwookâs cheeks somehow get pinker, as he finally lets go of your wrist and retrieves his phone from his pocket, handing it over with the new contact screen open. Quickly, you type in your number and then your name, cheekily adding a heart beside it.
âCan I walk you home? Or, uh, if you wanted to go back to the party, thatâs fine tooâŠâ
âNah,â youâd rather do just about anything else than go back into that mess, youâve had enough parties for the rest of your college life, âIâm pretty tired, and I have a super important date with a great guy tomorrow.â
With a coy smile to match Gunwookâs shy one, you cozy up to his side and link arms with him, âLetâs go?â
Youâd still consider dancing to be a great way to unwindâstill one of your favorites, it's just been demoted to second place.
Nothing ebbs away your stress like Gunwook popping into your room with your favorite food after youâve been staring at your laptop screen for hours as if you were hoping your assignments would finish themselves. Or his hugsâalways so warm, itâs like hugging an oversized stuffed bear. Or just⊠him.
Unrivaled after several years, dancing has finally met its match: Gunwook Park.
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