poetic love – a hendery college!au

𓏲 330 words , fluff ⸝⸝

in where you meet your unique artwork of a lover in freshman year of college. you treasure expressing your feelings, especially through love poems and paintings but still haven't found the one to cherish you... instead he found you?

looking at the admirable scenery from the rooftop belonging to the art university you are now attending, you sighed. it was your first day in this foreign fairytale and every single detail was breathtaking; from the millions of paintings decorating every corner to the antique theater hall. you exhale in disbelief. “i'm coming closer to every one of my desirable dreams, but why do i have to accomplish everything by myself?”, you asked yourself cheerless. the sun was shining although like all, it was beginning to leave. your bare shoulders were overwhelmed by chill breezes, as the wind blew the lovely cherry-blossoms from far down just like you were blown away far from home. suddenly, you felt someone coming your way. you had no idea who it could be since the only person you’ve acquainted with yet was the guide. “i hope they’ll exit as fast as they entered”.

instead, this certain somebody decided to keep you company, letting himself down next to you. glancing over to your side, a boy in a simple gray hoodie and a pair of jeans, high cut converse. black ones. he looked different from the other students, not snobbish, or extremely judgemental like everyone else you've run into that day. his round silver glasses kept you from looking directly into his eyes but his brown fluffy looking hair, comfortably straggled around his head, made you chuckle at the same time.

"hi", he plainly said, not daring to look at you. " oh, hi", you shyly responded. he was fairly adorable and his voice sent shivers down your spine, perfectly like those poems and columns of art that urged you to this university in the first place.

yakult green tea

tw ! implied suicide

“hold this for me” college student!johnny said while taking out his library card from his leather-like purse. yakult green tea, you chuckle remembering this familiar scene that rolled almost two years ago, this exact same silly way.

he probably doesn’t remember you, you think to yourself. he definitely doesn’t, you confirm your inner monologue when he took the liquid back, whsipering a quick "thank you" and made his way upstairs. well, just like that, your stupid tiny college savior escaped, not remebering the big of an impact he still has on your life. 

walking to the west-wing over the campus, you stumble past your friend, chaewon, clamoring about the amount of  stress her professor is causing her. to be frank, what is she expecting? she is studying dentistry after all. “what’s wrong? you seem reflective” she asks with a smaller delicate voice. you stop for a second, staring to the side, not a single muscle moving, like an insignificant deer who is about to get run over by a car under the starry night. “remember the incident…” you pause, “in 2020..?” you ask unsurely. her eyes widen. of course she does. it may not be spoken about by any of your companions anymore, but they remember. they still recall stopping you from committing that deadly move on the rooftop of the library. 40.5 ft, 12.3m in other words. but they actually didn’t have go that far. you were still holding this specific stranger’s beverage two years ago. poor guy, asked a friendly-looking fellow to hold his drink for merely a second and then they walk away without returning it. your friend of five years doesn’t dare to speak further. you doubt she will. “i met the guy who talked to me approximately five minutes before almost gliding through heavens gates earlier.” you laugh abashed. she shots her gaze at you, a million question marks on her features. “i don’t think he remembers though” you continue. “ironically, he asked me to hold his bubble tea again. same order even” you chuckle.

and that’s when you realized, that someone too, was standing there up high, on the edges of that construction behind you. maybe you should’ve ran away with his cup again, perhaps he’d be looking for it instead of swaying to losing.

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Teaser.

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“Truth or Dare, Yuta?”

The voice over the call was distorted. It was an obvious implication that whoever it was behind the phone was afraid of revealing their identity, yet despite the cowardice, you were paralysed with fear. Your lack of actions were much alike the rest of your peers, who simply stood stiff around him, lips clamped shut. The enigmatic aura radiating from Yuta’s device was enough to send your heart rate through the roof, you couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. The boy couldn’t speak, words caught in his throat. He didn’t want to speak, the fear of consequence clouding the ability to think logically. A few moments of unbearable silence passed, your silent longing for some form of response from Yuta growing by the second. You knew what would happen if he didn’t choose at all, everyone did.

“Yuta,” the voice chuckled, bearing an underlying sense of threat, “you have to pick something. You know you have to. Unless, of course, you want one of your many videos to surface all over school, for everyone to see. Maybe you want them to be seen, hm? Is that the kind of outcome that you wa-”

“Truth.”

Everyone’s eyes fell upon him. His face was twisted with an internal agony, a civil war playing out inside of him, deep in his stomach. His eyes remained fixated on the screen, unwavering, unmoving, body showing no signs of movement whatsoever. There was no rise and fall of his chest, no blinking, no nothing. He might have been living, but in that moment, he definitely wasn’t alive.

“What were you really doing when you cancelled on Sana for prom night, claiming that you’d come down with the flu. What was really happening that night, Yuta?”

Sana immediately snaps her head towards her boyfriend, an expression of suspicion lacing her pristine features.

“What the fuck?” she spits, grabbing Yuta’s shoulder. “What the hell are they talking about? You told me you were ill, you were ill, weren’t you? You were sick, Yuta.”

Yuta was devoid of a response. Instead, his eyes frantically jumped from person to person, intense,  pleading for help, for something to say. Hands clenched around the phone, knuckles flushing white, trembling, legs pressing firmly against the ground. He never once dared to look in Sana’s overall direction, much to her dismay. She continued to tug at his shirt, whining, voice cracking, begging for him to say something. But it was no use; Yuta was frozen, a shell of whoever he was before the phone call.

“Five…four…three…two…o-” 

 “I slept with Y/N.” 

As hisses and murmurs arose amongst your friends, a cold numbness settled in your body, turning icy when Sana’s gaze travelled onto you, burning a hole straight through your frame. All you could hear was the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Thump, thump, thump.

“Now,” the voice slurred, a soft static noise sounding alongside it, “is that the truth, Yuta?”

“Yes.” His eyes fluttered shut, defeated. The seconds that passed post-confirmation felt like hours, days, years. The voice’s response was heavily delayed, as if they’d grown bored of this barbaric game of theirs, this maniacal scenario. You prayed, hoping to God that it really was the case, however your thoughts were cut short by a long, hollow laugh.

“We mustn’t lie, Nakamoto Yuta.”

Before he could react, you felt that sensation, the sensation you’d all been dreading since the start of this inexplicably torturous ordeal. The buzz of your phone. Yuta pushed Sana off him, being swift to turn on his heels and walk out, strides large, desperate to escape the situation, even if it was temporary. You, rather reluctantly, peered down at your phone, curiosity overpowering the morality inside you as your gaze lands on the video. Your fingers were quick to find the play button, and as the first three seconds became subject to your knowledge, you knew that you would never see Yuta in the same way again.

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Thriller, Angst.

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a/n: hi this is an idea i had inspired by the movie ‘Unfriended’.  I hope this seems like an interesting plot and that you guys enjoy it!