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folkloreguk · 3 years

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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should��ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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[a/n]: wrote this during the short break i took from writing the requests! i’ll get back to them asap🤍 meanwhile, the jaehyun brainrot is real and i’m devasted by the fact there’s only (1) of him in the world :(((

[17:22] The ice-cream Jaehyun bought for you did wonders to your brain. It was precisely what you needed after a long session of studying in the stuffy library.

“Hey, Jae,” you called him as a question suddenly appeared out of nowhere and you were genuinely curious about his answer.

“Yes, baby?” he replied with a small hum.

“Would you kiss my best friend to save my life?”

“Yes, of course.”

You did a double-take. On one hand, you didn’t know how to feel. While you were kind of flattered that he would do anything to save your life, though you were still conflicted about his decision, you were still slightly offended by his choice and lack of hesitation.

“Wait–” You huffed in laughter to yourself. “I mean, didn’t you answer that question a tad too fast?”

Jaehyun looked at you weirdly. “No? What kind of question was that? I’d do it without hesitation.”

You scrunched up your nose, slightly jealous. “Well, that was a quick answer.”

Your boyfriend laughed with a small scoff. “Babe, all I got to do is look myself in the mirror and kiss myself. It’s that easy.”

You frowned at him. “But, you’re not my best friend.”

“Babe.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and gave you a deadpanned expression, clearly unimpressed. “I’m your best friend.”

“No, you’re not!”

“I am,” Jaehyun insisted. “No offense, baby, but you don’t have any friends. Like–”

You gasped at his words before shoving your ice cream cone in his face, hoping it’d shut him up. But you forgot that your boyfriend had a weird way for eating ice cream and simply bit the top of your treat without even flinching.

“I do have friends!” you retorted.

“Oh, really?” he replied and wiped the corner of your mouth. “Who are you referring to, then?”

“I have friends.”

“Baby, I’m your only friend–”

“No, you’re not.”

“—and therefore, I’m your best friend. So, yes, I will kiss myself in the mirror to save your life.”

You knew your conversation wouldn’t go anywhere so you simply heaved a sigh and exclaimed, “Fine!”

“That’s what I thought,” said Jaehyun smugly before he kissed the top of your head as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I hate you,” you mumbled.

“Love you too, babe.”

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ikigyu · 3 years

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PAIRING. best friend! wonwoo x gn reader / GENRE. fluff, best friend au, roommate au / WC. 0.308k / CW. none!

♪ — lovehyuckz is listening to . . . LUCKY PEOPLE by WATERPARKS: ❝ Happy Birthday... to the one I call my missus husband.❞

★ [ ▬ 12:00 AM. ] ★ You always had a love and hate relationship with your best friend—every day he would always find a way on how to annoy the shit out of you but sometimes, he’ll be as clingy as hell.

But right now, you decided to pretend that you’re avoiding him as it was 4 minutes left before Midnight, July 17, 2021—your most beloved best friend’s birthday. He was currently sulking in his room, genuinely upset because of the lack of affection you were giving him. Little did he know, you organized a surprise party for him.

You figured that he was already sleeping before you taking the cake you bought for him out of the refrigerator as you lit up the candles, one by one.

Tiptoeing to his room, you knocked on his door but there was no response from him, you quietly placed your hand on his doorknob and twisted it, fully opening the wooden door of his room.

But suddenly, you were startled by the hand you felt on your shoulder which caused you to scream and get out of balance, yet before you could fall on the floor, Wonwoo snaked his arm around your waist for support. Both of your faces weren’t that far from each other, more like a few inches apart.

You would be staring at him for longer than a second until you remembered the cake you were holding. Well, it was smashed, the icing scattered around the floor, making it look messy. You let out a groan of disappointment, “I swear to god wonwoo, I swear to god.” You said annoyed, but he just laughed at your reaction.

“It was a great surprise, y/n. It was a great one, even though it failed.” He muttered near your ear which gave you goosebumps as he suddenly kissed you on the cheeks.

“Happy Birthday to you, I guess.”

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A/N: happy wonwoo day !!! I would love some feedback on this drabble, either in the tags or in the comments, thank you! have a great day/night <3

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wonjaems · 3 years

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P : Dad!J.JH x Mom!reader | G : parents au, fluff, fluff and more fluff | W : none | Note : Jaehyun brain rot, honestly him as a dad would be the sweetest. This is a drabble I wrote for my cousin on her bday and this been sitting in my drafts forever so I decided I'll just post it. Also this isn't that good so :)

"what did you say to my angel?" you looked up to see your husband standing before you with his hands crossed and a little figure peaking from behind his long legs.

you let out a sigh, shaking your head before walking towards the both of them "did you complain to daddy about me?" you bent down to the little one's level, who quickly hid behind her dad's leg.

"yes she did, what did you say that made my little Eun cry?"

You got back up before replying in your 'un-bothered tone', "she wanted an cat, and i said no"

"but she's crying for it-" Jaehyun said back as you rolled your eyes on him.

"you know Jaehyun, i know you love her but you really shouldn't give her everything she wants, that way she'll grow up to be spoiled, now excuse me i need to cook" you exclaimed before making your way towards the kitchen.

Jaehyun sighed out before turning around, squatting down to the little girl's level.

"mommy said no" she cried out, her voice breaking half way through, tears starting to from in her eyes.

"don't cry angel" Jaehyun gently wiped her tears with his thumbs "i know mommy doesn't agree, but my little Eun gets whatever she wants right?" He cooed at her and to hiss response the little one nodded.

"do you really want a cat baby?"

"yes daddy" she replied eagerly, pouting.

Jaehyun felt his heart do turns at the sight.

"okay let's go then" Jaehyun said pecking her cheeks.

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A/N : Feel free to leave your feedback on this. Thank you for reading, have a good day - Rose ❀ yeonnmin

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luvholicz · 3 years

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i love you yellow ー enha's yang jungwon x gn! reader ; wc 0.3k ; genre fluff, established relationship ; warnings none

imagine waking up early in the morning to make breakfast for you and your boyfriend, yang jungwon. it's cold and you have one of jungwon's oversized cardigans wrapped around you.

you'd hum soft melodies under your breath and move languidly across the kitchen, then feel two strong arms wrap around your waist. the steady sound of jungwon's breathing would fill your ears, his sweet, summery smell would pull your senses into overdrive.

he would plant a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, smiling when his eyes found yours. jungwon's hair would be sticking up in all sorts of directions and his eyelids would still be heavy with sleep, a strong indicator that he had just woken up.

then, he'd kiss your forehead and pull you in so close that his eyelashes would brushing up against your cheeks. "i love you yellow," he would say.

yellow meant happiness. it meant youth and optimism. it meant hope and sunshine, and warm spring days picking daffodils and catching fireflies at night. it meant remembering your happiness in each other.

and then you'd giggle.

jungwon would pout. "why are you laughing?" he'd say, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment.

you'd laugh harder, lips stretching into a grin. "it's nothing," you'd tell him, cupping his warm cheeks in your hand. you peck his nose, which would cause him to scrunch his face up like a puppy. "you're just cute, is all."

and jungwon, feigning irritance, would roll his eyes and (gently) shove you away. but when you'd whine and reach for him to hold you again, he wouldn't hesitate to do just so.

"what's that smell?" jungwon would ask, sniffing the air. you lift your head from his chest to do the same, eyes widening in shock when you realize thatー

"i burnt the food!"

a/n; the narrative for this drabble is all over the place so im sorry about that </3 this was inspired by a dream i had with jungwon >:D reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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omaluv · 3 years

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. — 𝐥𝐭𝐲

PAIRING. — lee taeyong x gender neutral!reader

GENRE. — pure angst. you've been warned :')

WARNINGS. — mentions of intoxication, alcohol, and infidelity.

WORD COUNT. — 1k

it’s hard to let go of the person you love, especially when he’s the right person you met at the wrong time, but you have to—even though it hurts.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. — happy birthday bubu!! i'm sorry for writing depressing shit for your day but i really am not <//3 also, feedback would be greatly appreciated!!

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the black and white spots in your vision don’t seem to vanish despite your countless attempts to blink them away. it’s a miracle you even made your way back home unscathed at this hour. although, you and your friends are very much well-acquainted with this scene. the typical party animals often portrayed on television don’t stray too far from the kind of crowd you’ve surrounded yourself with, much to the displeasure of your boyfriend, that is.

you open the front door of your shared apartment only to be met with a frown and knitted brows. suppressing the impending sigh of exasperation from leaving your lips, you make a move to walk past him and call it a night. the fatigue was finally settling in your bones, and you ached to just lay down. he, of course, doesn’t let you go that easily. how silly of you to think that this wasn’t going to end up much like every other night—in tears and frustration.

“where’ve you been, huh?” taeyong questioned with a slight bite to his tone. you stubbornly disregard his question, though, choosing instead to keep silent. your eyes fleet from object to object, yet never landing on the man right in front of you. “of course,” he tsks at your lack of a response, or any reaction for that matter, shaking his head. “i don’t even know why i bother with your irritating ass.”

there was a time when his remarks about your particularly wild lifestyle would rub you the wrong way, but not anymore. you’ve grown numb to the constant confrontation that awaits you at the end of the temporary bliss every night out brings. it makes you wonder how your once seemingly perfect relationship could’ve ended up this way.

“well, if i’m as irritating as you say i am, then just leave. i can assure you that there’s absolutely no one stopping you.”

his eyes visibly soften, shoulders dropping. “you know that’s not what i meant, y/n,” he says, almost in a whisper.

to say he was exhausted wouldn’t even begin to describe all the emotions bubbling up in his chest at this moment. he doesn’t know when you started to change; all he knows is that you did. he doesn’t blame you for it, though—he could never do that. it’s undeniable that he still feels for you, and deep down, he knows you do, too. perhaps, you two were simply not meant to last.

he doesn’t even try to stop you when you finally push past him and shakily climb the stairs, undoubtedly headed for the guest room again. he can’t help the bitter exhale that leaves him as he hears the sound of your footsteps slowly fade until it’s just a memory in his mind. seems familiar, doesn’t it?

taeyong was perfect in every sense of the word—well, to you at least. it’s no surprise that young, gullible y/n fell victim to his kind eyes and warm smile just like that.

but you aren’t young or gullible anymore.

you know that meeting him when you did was a coincidence that never should’ve happened. back then, you had absolutely no clue of what you really wanted in life, and neither did he. yet, for some unknown, cruel twist of fate, the universe allowed for you to cross paths.

soon after your relationship began, you realize that you wanted more. not from him, but from life. after all, there was nothing quite like the rush in your head after your nth shot of tequila or the giddiness that accompanied being in the middle of the dance floor. you lived for the thrill of nightlife, and commitment didn’t seem as appealing as it used to.

you were never unfaithful to taeyong—you could never do that to him. but it would be a lie to say that the thought has not once crossed your mind. you know that you’d never feel for anyone one else the same way you do for him. still, you can’t blame a person for wanting to live a little. being with taeyong meant stability—something some random stranger you met at a bar could never provide you with—but where’s the fun in that?

a lone tear that runs down the side of your face pulls you out of your thoughts. you wipe it away, knowing full well what you have to do. this ending was inevitable anyway.

waking from his slumber, taeyong blinks his eyes at the sunlight peeking through his curtains. he rubs the sleep from his eyes as his vision clears. your side of the bed remains unmade and cold as it has been for weeks now. he groans as he gets out of bed to check on you.

twisting the doorknob of the guest room, he’s met with an empty space and neatly made bed. he feels his heartbeat quicken, nervousness slowly creeping up to him. the panic only settles when he sees your belongings cleared from every corner of the room as if you were never even there to begin with. a note by your bedside table was the only thing left behind. with trembling hands, he reaches for the delicate piece of paper.

he takes a deep breath before laying his eyes upon your messy, rushed handwriting, a contrast to the usual neat one he’s been accustomed to. he releases a shaky breath upon reading the three brief sentences you’ve written down. tears well up in his eyes as the implications of your note finally dawn upon him.

this was it.

for all the times he’s lied to himself, saying everything will be okay, this was really it. and he knows there’s nothing he can do to change your mind anymore. you were both in two different places, and you understood that, accepted it even. it’s about time he did too.

“i love you, taeyong, truly. but i just don’t think we should be together for the time being. believe me when i say that i could love you forever, just as long as forever doesn’t start right now.”

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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congrats on one year on here!!! here’s my req for the writing 🤓

fake dating au! with jaehyun

“my eyes! my virgin eyes!”

[a/n] ahhh, thank you so much! can't believe it's been a whole year! enjoy the drabble :)♡♡

PAIRING. jaehyun x female!reader GENRES. romance, fake dating!au, college!au PROMPT. "my eyes! my virgin eyes!" WORDS. 544

WARNINGS. swearing, (spoiler) someone kisses reader out of nowhere

You expected to be done with rumours and gossip when you graduated from high school. You didn’t expect to still be surrounded by all that pettiness when you got to university. One year of peace without any drama — was that too much to ask for?

“Do I want to know why is everyone staring at me and talking behind my back?” you asked exasperatedly as you looked around the campus.

“They’re not talking behind your back,” Johnny reassured you, though the tone of his voice didn’t really sound confident. While he was easily one of the best liars in your group, it was hard for him to lie to you.

“Okay, then why is everyone staring at me, then?”

“Gosh, not everything is about you!” Jungwoo sassed at you and you raised a brow at him. He immediately hid himself behind Johnny who simply laughed. You then turned to Mark, the only one you could count on in this group.

Well, him and–

“Rumour has it that you slept with Jaehyun,” Mark admitted quickly and your jaw dropped in surprise. “And everyone thinks that you made that fact up and that it’s pathetic of you.”

You gasped at the words and Mark immediately raised his hands in defense.

“Those are not my words!”

You spent the next few minutes spluttering, not knowing how to make sense of the situation. How on Earth did people arrive to the conclusion that you and Jaehyun had sex? Not only did you consider yourself to be someone low-key, Jaehyun was only a friend, for God’s sake!

(Albeit, a friend that was too handsome for his own good.)

“Well, here comes Jaehyun.”

Speaking of your friend, he looked a bit pissed off. The rumours probably reached him too. You internally sighed to yourself. How were you going to explain to Jaehyun how he got caught up in the mill of rumours? You could only hope that this wasn’t going to make your relationship weird.

Especially since you two didn’t sleep with each other.

“Jae, I can explain–”

Jaehyun didn’t even bother greeting you or your friends when he suddenly grabbed your face and pressed your lips against his. Your eyes widened in disbelief, not exactly sure of the situation that was going on at the moment. On one hand, your rational side wanted to push Jaehyun away. Yet, on the other hand, you couldn’t help but think just how great of a kisser Jaehyun was.

So, naturally, you snaked your arms around his neck and kissed him back.

“My eyes! My fucking virgin eyes!” Haechan dramatically screeched in the background.

You pulled away when you felt like things might have escalated if you weren’t going to stop, but kept your arms around Jaehyun’s neck. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you played with his hair.

“What was that for?” you asked.

Was it a necessary question since you could have just enjoyed it — no.

But who in their right mind would show up out of nowhere to simply kiss you in front of everyone?

Jaehyun shrugged and tightened his hold on your hips. “That ought to teach them.”

“Teach… them what?”

His eyes darkened and he only smirked down at you.

“Teach them not to mess with my girlfriend.”

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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mwahaha

CONGRATS ON YOUR FIRST YEAR LET'S GET IT

jaehyun + summer vacation!au + "I'm always flirting with you. Keep up."

love u

[a/n] ALEX THANK YOU SO MUCH BBYGRILL!! my senpai that noticed me, thank you so much for the support ilysm♡♡ hope you like this small drabble!!

PAIRING. lifeguard!jaehyun x female!reader GENRES. romance, summer vacation!au PROMPT. "i'm always flirting with you. keep up." WORDS. 957

WARNINGS. swearing and mentions of drinking

To most college single students, summer vacation meant a lot of things.

Trips to the beach, sunbathing, tanning, ice cream, iced coffee, bon fires, drunk nights…

Summer flings.

This year, after a messy break-up with your ex-boyfriend, your best friends decided that a trip to the beach was exactly what you needed.

Only, they hadn’t mentioned it to you.

Instead, amidst your confusion , you distinctly remember Krystal pulling you out of your bed and forcing you to wash up, Jennie in the background making breakfast for all of you (while you sincerely hoped that she wasn’t making a mess out of your kitchen), and Yuqi and Seulgi packing your clothes and essentials for the trip.

Not even an hour later, you five squeezed into Krystal’s sleek black Audi e-tron GT and they whisked you away for a fun trip. It was very Sex and the City-esque of them, and you were most certain that it was Jennie’s idea.

And that was how you ended up lying down on a beach towel with your four best friends, in a bikini and black Gentle Monster sunglasses on, and a mango margarita in your hand.

It was the third day of your trip — and you had no idea how long the girls planned this trip for — and you were still, and you quote from Yuqi, “as lifeless as ever”, and un-quote.

“Ma’am,” Krystal said to you. “We’re at the beach for the first time in so long, and you haven’t caught a single wave yet? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“Not in a mood to surf,” you muttered back as you perched your sunglasses over your head so that they could see your deadpan expression.

“More importantly, you have all this eye-candy in front of you,” Yuqi motioned the people in front of you with a dramatic hand while the other three nodded furiously, “and you’re telling me not one of them caught your interest?”

They saw a flash of interest flash through your eyes and they immediately hounded you like a pack of coyotes around raw meat. “Who is it, you bitch!”

You turned away from them. “No one.”

“Come on!” Jennie whined. “This is probably the most exciting thing that has ever happened to you in the past two years!”

You narrowed your eyes. “I started going out with my ex two years ago.”

“Exactly.”

You flipped her your middle finger.

“Okay, okay,” Seulgi said as she pushed your finger down. “Let’s stop bullying her, she already has a lot to deal with.”

“Thanks, Seul.” You hugged her. “I knew there was a reason why you’re my favourite.”

“It’s not her fault if she looks too depressed for anyone to even approach her.”

You let out an offended gasp and pushed a guffawing Seulgi away while the other girls laughed and snickered at your misery. Amidst your fun, you didn’t even notice a certain man approach your little group.

“Having fun, ladies?”

You all whipped your head towards the source of the question and a smile immediately made its way to each of your faces. More so on your friends than on yours, though.

“You know it, Jaehyun,” Krystal answered with a wink.

Jung Jaehyun was one of the eye-candies that Yuqi mentioned beforehand, something you five determined the second you set foot on the beach. You six met when you were all trying to get your surfboard down from the top of Krystal’s car without hitting an innocent passerby or the cars parked nearby. He happened to pass by and offered his help.

You then proceeded to find out that he was also from Seoul and always came down to this beach to work as a lifeguard seasonally. That fact added to his face and body and his good manners, it was a no-brainer for all of you to put him in your communal eye-candy category.

It just so happened that Jaehyun was the only person that has caught your attention.

“Hey,” he addressed you specifically, and you only hoped that your friends wouldn’t embarrass you. “Some of the other lifeguards and I are having this small bonfire party later in the evening after the beach clears out. We’re going to have some booze and maybe surf a little at night. Would you like to come?”

You blinked your eyes repeatedly. “Uhh, just me?”

It was then that Jaehyun seemed to have realized his mistake. “Oh, I mean, your friends are obviously invited,” he said with his eyes darting around like crazy, making sure that he didn’t offend the other girls, before he meekly added, “But I would love it if you came.”

“Yeah, we’re just–” Yuqi started to say and got up with the other girls. “–we’re just gonna go and uh, leave you two lovebirds alone.”

When they finally left, Jaehyun plopped down on the bath towel next to you and focused his attention on you, flustering you a little.

“So, what do you say?” he asked with a cute, dimpled smile.

You raised a skeptical brow. “Careful there, Jaehyun, or else I might think that you were flirting with me.”

Jaehyun threw his head back in laughter before slowly shaking it at you. “Oh, babe, I’m always flirting with you. Keep up.”

His confession took you by surprise. Your mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish out of the water. “Y-you are?”

Jaehyun chuckled lowly, his deep voice sending tingles down your spine, and he nodded. “Yeah. So, are you coming?”

You nodded slowly and wordlessly — as if you were going to say no to him.

“Cool,” he answered before giving you a small peck on the cheek. “See you later, then, babe.”

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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[a/n] HI LOVELY! thank you so much for your constant support, i hope you know how grateful i am for it. i enjoyed writing this request so much, so i hope you will enjoy reading it as much as i had fun writing it♡♡

PAIRING. gryffindor!jaehyun x slytherin!reader GENRES. romance, fluff if you squint your eyes, hogwarts!au PROMPT. "i’m asking if you love me too?" WORDS. 1417

Quidditch games were one of the most exciting things about Hogwarts. It was probably one of the very few times when even enemies within respective houses would put their differences aside and band together and cheer on their Quidditch team.

The first game of the season was always the most exhilarating one as it kicked off the Quidditch season, and gave the student body an idea of how much the teams had trained exactly.

“Alright, this year is our year,” Yuta, the captain of the Slytherin’s team, shouted at you all before your team all mounted your broomsticks. “Time to show those Gryffindors who’s boss.” He then shot a glance at you. “I’m counting on you.”

You were a Chaser, probably one of the best players on your team, if not the best. You fist-bumped Yuta in response. “And I trust you to have my back.”

Yuta was an unbelievable, ruthless Beater — you wouldn’t have anyone else but your best friend to guard you.

“Wow, it’s almost as if we’re invisible to them,” Ten muttered next to you, the ⅓ of your little team of Chasers with Haechan, the last Chaser, shaking his head in exasperation.

“They do realize that they’re not the only ones on the team, right?” Sicheng, the other Beater, said in a teasing manner.

You rolled your eyes at their remarks. It was a normal recurrence, almost like a ritual you all go through before an important match. The wooden gates finally opened, revealing a roaring crowd waiting for the teams to fly out. As soon as Yuta kicked off from the ground, you followed him right after with the rest of the team and flew around the pitch.

“Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts’ first Quidditch game of the season!” you heard Jaemin, the announcer, say. “Today’s game — Slytherin versus Gryffindor!”

After flying around, all the players went into their position, placing you directly in front of Gryffindor’s own captain and Keeper, Jung Jaehyun. Ever since he became captain, the Gryffindor team became better, with a lot of students often comparing Jaehyun to Oliver Woods, but without the long speeches.

There was simply something about Quidditch matches that worked you up and always made you think that Jaehyun was an insufferable bloke. He would always taunt you in the beginning of practically every match, but you tried not to let him get to you.

You also promised Yuta that you wouldn’t allow Jaehyun to get in your head, no matter how handsome Jaehyun looked in his Quidditch uniform. But really, how could you not ogle him when the uniform fitted him and his muscles so, so well?

“The players take their position as Madam Hooch steps onto the field to begin the game!”

Jaehyun smirked deviously at you. “Like what you’re seeing?”

You scoffed. “You wish, Jung.”

Yuta called your last name with a small growl and motioned Jaehyun with a tilt of his head. “Focus! We can’t lose this game — I’ve got a bet going on with Johnny that we were going to win today.”

You gave him a look. “Really? You just had to go and make a bet with the other team’s Beater? Do I even want to know what you guys betted on?”

Yuta only smirked.

Madam Hooch gave her usual speech about a good game and kicked the wooden case containing the animated Bludgers, Quaffle and Golden Snitch.

“The Bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch,” Jaemin continued. “Remember, the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game.”

You glanced over at your team’s Seeker, the youngest of your team, Park Jisung, and then looked over at the Gryffindor’s latest addition to their team, who was coincidentally their newest Seeker as well, Zhong Chenle.

Madam Hooch proceeded to hold the Quaffle and threw it up in the air.

“The Quaffle is released and the game begins!”

You immediately flew forward, barely catching the Quaffle before you flew towards Gryffindors’ goalposts, Haechan and Ten following you close behind. You saw from the corner of your eye Johnny hitting a Bludger towards your direction and you immediately tossed the Quaffle to Haechan before flying down, narrowly missing the Bludger.

“I’m going to make you pay for that, Suh!” you shouted at him.

Johnny simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly with a feline smile before going after your teammates. Haechan and Ten were getting further and further away from Gryffindor’s goal posts and you tsk-ed at yourself before catching up to them.

Ten was being sandwiched between Lucas and Sungchan, the two Gryffindor giants and Chasers. You dove headfirst and flew below your teammate with Haechan in front of you.

“Ten!” you shouted.

Without even looking at you, Ten immediately dropped the Quaffle to you and you managed to catch it and threw it to Haechan who was already flying ahead.

“Slytherin is still in possession of the Quaffle thanks to their star player’s quick thinking and the Quaffle is now in the possession of Lee Haechan,” Jaemin kept track of the game. “The Quaffle is now going back and forth between Ten and Haechan and they’re getting closer and closer to Gryffindor’s goal posts! And SCORE! Lee Haechan scores! 10 points for Slytherin!”

The game kept going for a while, with you scoring 60 points out of the 100 scored by the Slytherins. It was currently 100 for the Slytherins and 80 for the Gryffindors. The game couldn’t end without one of the Seekers catching the Snitch and you were starting to wonder whether putting Jisung as the Seeker was a good idea or not. He was still new to the game and perhaps pulling him out of the reserve for the first match of the season was a bad idea. But that was Yuta’s call, not yours.

So, while Jisung was flying around and chasing that annoying Golden Snitch, it was your job to continue scoring for your team, even if you were tired.

“Ten passes to their star player and she is flying towards Gryffindor’s goal posts!” Jaemin shouted excitedly. “Sicheng hit a Bludger towards Lucas, knocking him off his broomstick a little, leaving Gryffindor with 2 Chasers for the moment until Lucas is able to mount his broomstick again. Slytherin continues forward without looking back–”

You finally arrived in front of the goal posts with the other players way behind you. Jaehyun seemed exhausted from the game and you almost felt bad but eventually didn’t because that just showed how awesome your plays with Ten and Haechan were.

Jaehyun scoffed at you when you arrived in front of him face-to-face. “You again?”

“Awn, baby,” you cooed at him. “Is that really something you should say to your girlfriend?”

“Do you even love me?” he asked, dramatically.

You pretended not to hear his question — what kind of dumb ass question was that? “Huh, what did you say?”

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Do you actually love me? I’m asking if you love me too, dummy!”

Your nose scrunched in response and you said, “No, sorry.” with a fake, sickly sweet voice. Jaehyun’s jaw dropped at your confession and you immediately took this opportunity to fly forward, catching him off-guard. You then swerved and instantly went for the left goal post and threw the Quaffle through the ring, with the Slytherin side of the pitch cheering you on as you scored yet another 10 points for the House.

“That was a low blow.”

You almost laughed at how disheartened Jaehyun looked, probably because you messed around with him too much. And maybe your answer crossed the line just a little.

“Don’t worry too much, babe,” you said with your lips puckered at him. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He narrowed his eyes, never really liking your plans. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

You gave him a mysterious smile and flew closer to him.

“Park Jisung caught the Snitch! He receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!” Jaemin announced while Madam Hooch blew her whistle and announced that Slytherin won the game. The green and white section of the crowd went wild with Jaemin jumping around excitedly and shook his little flag around.

“And can someone please tell Jaehyun and his girlfriend to stop snogging in the middle of the field?” your housemate lamented. “They keep doing this after every game!”

Well, how else were you supposed to make it up to your boyfriend, then?

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [8]

A/N: Officially, this was going to be this series' last part, but I'm not going to lie, I'm too attached to this couple to stop just now...so surprise! There'll be at least one, maybe two bonus parts, which won't be adding too much to the story line but will just be self-indulgent tbh! As always, please tell me what you thought about this one! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, angst, fluff

words: ~ 2.9 k

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It was crazy how every little thing could remind you of a person, even when all you wanted was to forget about them. Since that night you hadn’t dared to say H/N’s name out loud. As if he was some ancient curse and he would haunt you forever if you spoke the letters of his name. That stupid, horrible night. You had gone to Korain’s party just to see H/N, and then messed it all up. All you had wanted was to spend time with him. Then he had asked you to kiss him in front of the entire crowd, and you couldn’t have been happier. Only seconds later, when he had called you his ‘friend’ in front of a girl he was very obviously interested in, your jealousy had struck. In hindsight, you felt a little guilty for shouting at him. Because seeing him sad had hurt you. But why did he have to be such a douche? You both deserved to be in agony for the way you had treated and spoken to each other, you supposed.

Ending things with him was the hardest thing you had ever done. The two of you had never even been together. Why had sending him off felt like breaking up from a long-term relationship, then? You didn’t know what was worse. Not seeing him again or being reduced to one of his occasional hook-ups. Always one of them, never the one.

That night, you had run home like there had been danger after you. Finally, you had confessed everything to Chohee. The nature of your agreement, the rules you had made, and how miserably you had failed at sticking to them. Naturally, she had been excited to hear you were in love. The only reasons she hadn’t told you ‘I knew it’ were probably your broken sobs and your desperation while you had explained the argument you’d had with H/N. Even now, Chohee was of the opinion that you should’ve gone and apologized and confessed your feelings. Of course, she would say a such thing. Chohee, who was honest and straightforward like no one you had ever met. But you were different.

Your plan involved a good portion of pretending everything was okay, a pinch of ignoring texts and way too many unhealthy snacks at an unholy hour of the day. Eventually, Chohee had given up her attempts at making you talk it out with H/N and accepted that you had other coping mechanisms. You loved her for sharing a box of ice cream at 3 am with you, and for accompanying you while watching horrible reality tv for hours on end. She cooked you food when she realized you couldn’t possibly live on ramen noodles for days, picked up books for you at the library so you didn’t have to leave your room and organized a date with a new guy for you.

To be fair, the latter wasn’t something you were looking forward to. You knew she was only trying to change your mind set. To realize that there were 4 billion more men out there to date. The problem was, they weren’t H/N. And no matter how you put it, the result was always the same: You weren’t over him.

And your heartbreak wasn’t even beginning to describe why your blind date was the worst date you had ever been on. Not even the food from your favorite restaurant you were at could console you. To your dismay, the guy you were sitting across from was not only boring, he also had the absolute nerve to say this:

“I don’t mean to make things awkward, but I heard you’ve had your fair share of men on our campus. I know some girls don’t like telling me about these things because they feel like the past is the past and it doesn’t matter in a future relationship. I do think it’s appropriate to discuss, at least shortly. To know what we’re both getting into. I’ll tell you about my past, too, I promise.”

For someone named Ken, he was really making sure no one could ever suspect he was a perfect man. Your thread of patience ripped just like that. Especially when he continued talking.

“Weren’t you and…what was his name again? H/N? Weren’t you two having a thing? You should be careful. If you sleep with too many guys, you’ll end up only getting the players in the end. The good guys won’t take you seriously once you’ve hit a certain body count. I’m sure you haven’t hit it yet, but I’m just trying to protect you. You’re a really nice girl. It’d be a shame if men lost their respect for you,” he said. After you had to consciously close your open-hanging mouth, your words came back to you faster than he had probably anticipated. You were bone-weary, and although you knew it wasn’t fair to generalize, wanted to challenge every man on this planet just for existing. Even before this date, you had been a miserable wreck. Somehow, this guy had managed to make things even worse.

“A nice girl? I’m not nice. Actually, I’m a fucking bitch,” you said. “You want me to prove it?”

You took one more large sip of your milkshake. It was delicious after all. Then, you stood up, held it above Ken and poured the contents over his head. He had the look of someone who had just been puked on by a stranger, and it was fitting, because his words had made you sick.

“You should be careful. If you keep spewing that sort of sexist bullshit, women might lose their respect for you,” you whispered into his ear. “Like me, just now.”

You slammed your hand down on the table, leaving behind the money to pay for your food. Your anger blocked out the stares people were giving you. In fact, you hoped they would follow your example in future encounters with assholes.

“Goodbye,” you said to the waiter who you passed on your way to the exit. “The food was amazing. The company not so much.”

You stumbled out onto the sidewalk, and to your terror had to realize that Ken had picked you up and driven you to the restaurant. There was no way you would get into his car after the scene which had passed. Besides, he was too much of a coward to go after you anyway. You had no more money for a cab. Should’ve made Ken pay for the food, you cursed under your breath. Dark clouds were rolling in above you, so you took shelter underneath the eaves as you scrolled through your phone. Chohee was visiting her parents three hours away, so she was no option. Desperate, you ran through your contacts, trying to reach someone who could come and drive you home. After you had called five people without success, and were running out of options, your eyes went over H/N’s name in your contact list. Another surge of sadness and frustration went through you. You were tired of this dating game. Being single was fun, and you were fine with not trying your luck anymore.

You were fully aware that H/N worked just around the corner, at the arcade. An acid flood of memories washed over you. Neon lights, laughter, moans, and the nickname he loved to use so much – darling – the sounds reverberated in your heart. His beautiful face and honey voice made you hurt in the loveliest way possible. Although a light rain had started to fall, you walked along the side of the street. You had to get out of the city, which seemed to be suffocating you with bittersweet recollections. Quick steps led you farther from the small streets and onto a more open road. If you followed it, you would eventually end up at your dorm, and that was your idea.

The rain was growing heavier with every second, but you were too exhausted to care. Every step you put between yourself and that gaming arcade felt like therapy. Running away from your problems wouldn’t solve them – you knew that – but there were hot tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, and you couldn’t have cared less about what a good therapist have advised you to do. Open fields surrounded you, while now and then a car passed you. They must have thought you a loser. It felt pretty accurate, even to yourself.

Grimly, you blinked up at the low, apocalyptical clouds in the sky. Like you had provoked it simply by looking, a violent downpour suddenly dropped on you. At least this way the passing cars wouldn’t see your tears, you thought. Your chest ached as a sob rippled through you. As if it would do you any help, you pulled the hood of your sweater over your head. Within less than a minute, you were drenched to your undergarments. The harsh wind only forced the rain drops to cut into your skin sharper and froze you down to your bones.

You could have screamed. No one would have heard, either way. Damn you, H/N! Damn yourself, for thinking you could handle messing with a boy as handsome and perfect as him without falling. Thunder struck somewhere in the distance, and you realized it was rather dangerous to wander around fields during a storm.

Due to the loud downpour, you barely noticed the vehicle approaching you. Only when it slowed down next to you, you saw. Thinking it would be Ken, coming after you, you turned your head with a vicious look that could have killed. Oh, how wrong you were. The face of an addictive angel was staring you in the eyes. Seeing H/N’s features after all this time was enough for your heart to skip a beat.

“Get in!” he shouted over the rain. In your dreams, you thought. Couldn’t he tell by your expression? He was the last person you wanted to see right now. While you’d been locking yourself in your room for weeks, he had been parading around campus with a new girl on his arm – at least that’s what Chohee had told you. If he didn’t need you, you didn’t want to need him either.

“No!” you yelled back. You straightened up, looked ahead, and kept walking. But he wasn’t going to give up this easily. He had reduced the car’s speed to your own steps and was staying right beside you.

“Don’t be crazy! Are you trying to catch a cold on purpose, you idiot?” he shouted.

“Get lost!” you replied. “I’m not getting in your car, so just leave!”

“Fine, you’re not getting in,” he said, trying to sound gentle. You weren’t out of tears yet, and you feared if you looked him into the eyes, you might break again. It was a chance you weren’t going to take. You didn’t know how many times you could fix yourself before your heart became irreparable.

“Will you at least tell me why you’re walking around like an abandoned puppy in the rain?” he asked.

“No,” you said stubbornly. He didn’t need to know how horrible your luck in men continued to be. “I told you, leave!”

His decision to ignore your request was something you should’ve seen coming.

“Put this on, at least! You’ll catch your death out there!” he shouted. You turned your head at the very moment he threw you his leather jacket through the open window. Reflexively, you caught it. The letters of his name on it now only spelled out harrowing heartsickness. Yet, you were shivering with cold. Keeping your sulky expression, you eventually slipped the black jacket on. Great. If he left now, you’d have to return this eventually and see him again. Except he wasn’t even thinking of driving off.

“I miss you, you know?” he confessed. What did he want you to say? ‘Me too’ wasn’t even beginning to describe how the mere thought of him pulled at your heartstrings.

“Doesn’t look like it,” you shouted. “You’ve got plenty of girls around you every day!”

“I don’t fucking care what it looks like! You’re hearing it from me, right now, so believe me!” he shouted. “You’re not replaceable, Y/N! And I’m goddamn tired of this fight, or whatever you want to call it! I miss you!”

You didn’t reply. It was taking up too much energy for you not to sob again.

“I miss you as my friend!” he went on. “Sex with you is amazing, but that’s not what I mean! I miss you being a billion times smarter than me, and I miss you lecturing me about stupid stuff, and going on disastrous donut-drive-throughs with you and telling you every little detail of my day! You’re my best friend, and I miss her!”

Inevitably, you finally looked at him. You loved him somuch.

“I’m sorry I said I could switch you out for someone else. That’s bullshit. No one’s like you, and you know it. No one will ever be like you,” he said. “I’m sorry I acted like a possessive dick at the party! I didn’t have any right to behave like that. And I’m sorry for using you, and then pushing you away when Minji came around. I was looking for someone to sleep with, it’s true…if I sleep alone all I can do is think of you, goddammit! Don’t you get it?”

Don’t you get it? What the hell was he saying? You swallowed the torturous urge to cry at how much he made you feel. Anger, sadness and the way his voice made you think of coming home – it was all too much.

“I’ve been giving you space to say it for so long. That night by the burger shop. Every single late night phone call, I’ve been hinting and trying to get you to respond to me. I’ve never done this, and you’re so intimidating! But fuck this waiting and hiding around! If you won’t say it, I’ll say it then!”

Finally, you found your voice. “Say what, H/N? You’re not making sense! What is it you’ve wanted me to say?”

“That I love you! I’m fucking in love with you! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I can’t stand not being allowed to tell you! Fuck whatever we had! If you don’t want anything to do with me anymore, I’ll leave! At least I got to say it, because I’ve been going mad with you in my bed but having to keep my mouth shut!” he shouted. That was it. Tears streamed down your already wet face, and you forgot how to breathe beneath the wave of emotions which crashed over you.

“Say something, Y/N. Please,” he asked. You were on autopilot, letting your heart do what it had wanted to do since he had first appeared in his car.

“I love you, too, you idiot!” you shouted, and grabbed the edge of the open car window. He hit the brakes and you finally opened the door to climb onto the seat beside him. Slowly, reality sunk into his expression and his lips curled into a smile. Without another thought, you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

The sigh from his lips summarized how you felt. Like a weight was lifted off your back, like you could finally see clearly and speak honestly. You tasted rainwater and his mouth was hot against your icy lips. With time, his tongue warmed them up and you melted against him like he was your life source. When he grazed your cheek with his careful fingers, you felt how there were still drops running down your skin.

“Don’t cry,” he said, and kissed away your tears. His loving lips and hands were band-aids on your wounds with the way he held you and pressed his mouth onto your jaw.

“I’m sorry I told you to fuck off, and for using you as an anger outlet after my terrible date,” you said. He was beginning to shake his head, but you had to finish your words. “Truth is, I knew it wasn’t going to go well from the beginning. He could have had the manners of a prince and I still would have wanted only you. I’ve wanted you for months. But I thought you would push me away if I said a such thing.”

“We were both idiots,” he said. “It’s all forgotten. How about I drive you home, you take a warm shower and I then I take you on a date?”

You laughed a little. “I think I’ve had enough of dates for today.” Your words made him raise his eyebrow.

“It’s a long story,” you said. “But I would love to go on a date with you. A real date. No booty-call.”

“How lucky you’re in my car now and have time to tell me all about that long story,” he said. “And deal. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven, then?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t come along to my place,” you said. “Or do you think I’d let you go home to sleep without me?”

“My girlfriend has the best ideas,” he said, and the butterflies exploded in your stomach. Is this how it was always going to be now? You realized, as he started the car and raised your hand to his lips, that you’d have to deal with a hell of a lot more butterflies raging in your belly in the future. But this time, you wouldn’t shut them out.

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [7]

A/N: AAAH I apologize in advance for this part bc I feel like it's kinda messy :/ I hope you still like it though?? Lmk what you think! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, angst, H/N is a jealous and drunk fool :/

words: ~ 3.7 k

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H/N’s POV:

Maybe I’ll come ‘round, your text had said. How did you expect him to enjoy the party if you wouldn’t be there? H/N used to make fun of guys who ran after girls like lap dogs. And yet, over time he had become one of them, if not worse. Every text, every possibility of seeing you had him on the edge of his seat in excitement. There was nothing he cared about more than spending time with you. When at first it had been sexual attraction – an obsession with your body and the way you turned him on with the most subtle words and touches – it had changed into something entirely different. The relentless hunger was now occasional, ever so often interrupted by a dire wish to see you smile. A wish to hold you, and to kiss you out of the blue – something he wasn’t allowed to do if it wasn’t for the two of you hooking up. The stupid agreement you had made was starting to feel like torture instead of heaven. He was lucky his poker face was professional, and he had years of practice in flirting and sounding casual even if his heart was beating up to his neck. There was no other way he could have concealed how infatuated he was with you, otherwise.

“H/N, come help me set up the snacks!” Korain shouted from the kitchen. H/N’s friends were throwing a party at their place, and he had shown up early to assist them in preparing everything. With you on his mind – as always – he trotted into the kitchen where a row of bowls was standing out on the counter.

“Just open and pour the bags into the bowls, will you? I still need to get ready,” Korain said. “Chohee said she might be here a bit earlier, and I don’t want to look like this when she’s going to look amazing.”

Korain gestured to his bed hair he probably hadn’t brushed once since getting up and then tweaked the fabric of his sweatpants and his old, baggy tee. H/N wanted to argue that if Chohee really liked Korain, she wouldn’t mind seeing him this way. H/N, for one, couldn’t care less what you wore tonight. As long as you showed up at all, he would be beaming. Strictly speaking, at times when he got to see you wake up, sleep in your eyes and your clothes in a disarray, it spun his head in ways no little black dress could ever do. When he saw you make breakfast in his kitchen, in his shirt, he could barely contain himself.

His daydreams of you were once naughty and gave him boners at random times of the day – and don’t get me wrong, they still were, sometimes – but it was when the domestic dreams had begun, that he realized he was screwed. He didn’t need anybody to tell him how he felt, nor did he have some crazy moment of clarity. There came a point in his days where he didn’t just notice his non-sexual daydreams of you, he invited them. His brain was imagining things like setting up a shared table for dinner or kissing the back of your hand in the dark of a movie theater or playing you a cheesy song that reminded him of you. He wanted to hold your hands from across the library table and have his arm around your shoulders to show you off to the entire campus. But none of it could be real. It all went against the rules.

“Will Y/N be here too?” Korain asked and pulled H/N out of his daydreams. God, I hope so, he thought.

“She said she might be here,” H/N answered.

“Chohee’s always talking about her. And you. About how she thinks Y/N has a crush on you, but she always denies it, saying you’re just friends. Maybe you could try and bring that up tonight?” Korain said, as if discussing your feelings for someone was as easy at conversing about the weather. “Alright, I really have to go get ready now.”

“I’ve been thinking, I might- “ said H/N, but Korain only pat his shoulder.

“Let’s talk later, at the party, okay?” he said, and walked out the kitchen. I might like her, H/N had been meaning to say. I might like Y/N. No. I’m in love with her. No maybes. He could bet all his money on it, that’s how sure he was. But his friend had disappeared and now it was on him to wait until the party began. Left alone with his thoughts.

Of course, you would deny having a crush on him. Because you probably didn’t, he thought. Wouldn’t you search for a smart guy, someone your mother would approve of, and someone who understood your endless talks of nerdy topics? Although sometimes he had no idea what you were on about, H/N was captivated whenever you gave him a lecture about something you had learned. And when he asked you to explain something one more time, you never hesitated, or judged him for it. Your kindness made his heart swell, and only when the first crowd of party guests arrived did he realize he had spent half an hour daydreaming about you. Again.

With the way he kept the front door in his sight at all times, one could have wondered if he was a highly wanted criminal on the run, afraid the cops could barge in at any moment. Some of the girls who tried to flirt with him even asked him about it, but he wasn’t going to confess he was waiting for the love of his life to walk through that very door. With little conviction he returned their flirting. He hated himself for the thoughts he had. Thinking that should you not arrive, he could console himself by taking one of the other girls home instead. They didn’t deserve to be used like that, but he was bitter and so, so in love with you. It was hard to pay any attention to the other girls at all, no matter how sweet they were being.

Flirting back at them, however, came to him as easily as the words to his favorite songs. It posed no challenge, like it did with you. When he had to try hard to make your cheeks heat up, or to lure out a shy smile instead of your genius, quick-witted remarks. There was nothing more exciting to him than to invent new ways in which he could make you flustered.

Right now, it was his turn to be flustered. Because his ex had approached him and was reciting some of her favorite memories she had of their relationship. “Remember our third date…the one that ended with us squished in that tiny dressing room at Victoria’s Secret?” she asked and blinked at him expectantly. He went along with her words and replied something not too direct, but still enough to make her giggle like a little girl.

It was his own fault she was so intent on talking to him. While you had been on your date with the economy-major-guy, H/N had tried to contact his ex again. In hindsight, he thought it pathetic and extremely stupid at that. Nothing would have come of it, anyway. Not while he felt the way he did about you. So it was only lucky his ex hadn’t been free that night. Then he had gotten dangerously close to drowning his feelings in the vodka in his kitchen. Thankfully he had refrained from this, too, because you had shown up afterwards and you had ended up having mind-blowing sex, and he knew for a fact that had he been drunk, he would have blurted out some crazy sentiments he would have regretted saying in the morning.

Sometimes he tried to signal you his emotions, ever so subtly. Waving off your claims when you called him the campus fuckboy or telling you he wasn’t really hooking up with anyone else besides you, it all was an attempt at making you see what he felt for you. He would tell you that you looked pretty, not just so you would understand he liked you, but simply because it had to be said. When he regarded you fixing your hair in the mirror with a frown, he could barely believe you didn’t know how beautiful you were. And he had gotten closer to you during sex. Whether it was voluntary or an instinct that came with being in love, he wasn’t certain. There was nothing like kissing away your moans while he fucked you into a mattress.

He was about to text you – the urge to see you getting unbearable – but didn’t want to sound clingy when you strut through the door. No slow motion or fan blowing your hair around dramatically would have made you look more perfect. The ridiculous pang he felt in his heart when he saw you hug another guy only reminded him of how whipped he was. He reminded himself that he had no right to be jealous. You weren’t his girlfriend, after all. When you then made eye contact with him and made a beeline for him, he was worried he’d be short of words. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hi,” you said, and your smile was magical enough to stir up the butterflies in H/N’s stomach. You pointed at the empty spot on the sofa between H/N and another guy you didn’t know. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” the guy said, before H/N had time to speak, and the stranger smiled at you in a way that could only mean he wanted to get to know you. But H/N caught your attention by swiftly putting his arm around your shoulder, making the stranger back up and divert his eyes the other way. He had never meant to be the jealous type. It was just that you were finally here, and he was so happy to see you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you running off again. Only when you gave him a funny look H/N realized he needed to calm down if he didn’t want you to get annoyed.

“So, what did I miss?” you asked.

His ex was approaching from across the room again, and before he could have stopped his mouth, he said the stupidest thing. “Kiss me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but he was intent on it. “Please. Kiss me. Quick.”

There was a strange emotion that crept over your face, and you seemed to have no clue why he was so set on it. Nevertheless, you did as he asked. Your mouth tasted of watermelon bubblegum, so sweet, so perfect, and he was flying on cloud nine for the short while it lasted. It wasn’t real, though. The thought stabbed his brain like a dagger. When you pulled apart you were grinning, and his ex wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Care to explain why we just did that?” you asked. “You’re diminishing your chances with the ladies in the room.”

He rolled his eyes. “My ex has been trying to get with me again, and I hoped she’d let off if she saw us kiss. And she did.” Then his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean by my chances with the ladies? I was hoping we could go home together.”

“I can’t tonight,” you said, and he had to fight to keep his face straight. “I’ve got to get back to studying first thing tomorrow morning. I just came here to hang out, for a while.”

“Oh,” was all he could muster without sounding like you were ripping out his heart. It wasn’t even your fault. He would never try and get between you and your studies. But what if he could be there? What if he could be the one staying in bed, watching as you climbed up early to bury your head in books? He’d watch you through tired eyelashes, and you’d ridicule him for being so starry-eyed when looking at you. Later he’d bring you tea or coffee and remind you to take a break to eat. Was it ludicrous to obsess over something so domestic? He didn’t feel guilty for it.

All at once, your laugh pulled him out of his daydream, and into a funny story you told him. Over-consciously, he noted how your arm went around his shoulder lazily. And for a while you sat and talked. Occasionally a flirty remark slipped over your lips, and he would always return it. It was idiotic, but he was already worrying about how much he would miss you once you went home. Perhaps his plan of consoling himself with another girl hadn’t been so bad, after all. Just as he had finished the thought, a familiar face walked by and noticed him. The alcohol in his veins made her seem perfectly inviting as a distraction, for later.

“Oh, hey. Y/N, this is Minji,” he said, pointing at the girl. “Minji, this is Y/N. She’s…just a friend.”

Instantly, you removed your arm from his shoulder. There was hidden pain in your gesture, or was it merely wishful thinking on his side? Minji nodded and greeted you, but you only waved her off with a polite smile.

“I’m going to get a drink from the kitchen,” you announced, and before he could have stopped you, you had walked off. For a while he chatted with Minji, because he had no good reason to run after you that wouldn’t create awkwardness. His patience lasted approximately ten minutes. Luckily, a friend waved at Minji from across the room and she excused herself. Although he would never wish her ill, he was glad she was leaving.

Quickly, he made his way to the kitchen, where he found you talking to a guy. Without thinking, H/N smiled at you as he came up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He hadn’t meant to look so intimidating, and he hadn’t meant to be an asshole either. Yet, the guy across from you appeared scared and when you turned your attention to H/N, the guy slowly retracted into another circle of chatting people. Guilt crept in on H/N. He was tipsy, and although he knew his drunkenness wasn’t an excuse, it made him want you so much more. Perhaps it was also insecurity making him act crazy. There was always a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind, that you might just like him back. So long as you hadn’t confirmed the opposite, he would live in constant terror that someone else could steal your attention and make you theirs before he could.

“Come with me,” you muttered in his ear. Your hand was around his wrist, and he had no choice but to trot after you like a child. At first, he thought you were going to take him out the front door, but then you made a turn for the stairs. He didn’t need to be a fuckboy to know what it meant when a girl walked him up the stairs. From one second to the other, his mood changed into gleefulness. Had you changed your mind? The mere thoughts of what could happen upstairs could have given him a boner, had he pondered on them for longer. You said nothing, only driving him more insane by the second. The first open door was good enough for you, so you pulled him inside and closed it behind you. Smirking, he reached for your waist, ready to pull you into a kiss.

“Don’t,” you hissed, and he flinched at your angry tone. He kept his hands to himself, kneading them nervously. Shit. This was the clear opposite of what he had anticipated. The two of you had never fought, and hearing your voice, sounding so deeply upset, scared him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to make out- “ he said.

“I don’t mean just now. I mean…what is it you’re trying to achieve by acting all possessive over me in front of random guys? Pretending I belong to you? But the second a pretty girl is in front of you I’m just a friend, aren’t I? What’s that about?”

There was no explaining this, and he knew it. Yet, he would try, pathetically. “I just thought you didn’t want those guys bothering you.”

“I can handle a guy by myself, thank you,” you snapped. “If I needed help, I’d ask. Like you did. Apparently, I’m good enough to be used as an escape from your ex, but when hot Minji came around you wouldn’t even blink when I got up and left.”

“Usedas an escape?” he asked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to kiss me, but you did anyway.”

“That’s because I was trying to be a good fucking friend!” you yelled now, sounding over the music from the party.

“You used me too, don’t you remember?” he countered. “Or did you not show up on my doorstep after your terrible date so I would fuck you and make you feel better?”

You looked taken aback for a moment, knowing he was right, in a way.

“It’s like you’re always trying to get away from me, but you can’t,” he said.

“Oh, fuck you!” you said, every trace of guilt washed away. “Get off your high horse! Isn’t that the whole point of us? That we’re using each other for sex? Nothing more than that, right? If I walked out now, you could go and find the next girl in line to take over instead of me. Didn’t you try to see someone while I was chatting to the guy I went on a date with? It’s all about using people, isn’t it? If things with the guy had gotten more serious for me, you’d have her, ready for you. Don’t you think that’s a little messed up? Leading someone on like that?”

There was truth to your words. He had tried to find someone to date, should you have found someone too and your friends-with-benefits relationship had been over. But he hadn’t led her on. He had been honest in letting the girl know he wasn’t sure if he wanted anything serious. His chest was hurting, and the pain was only making him more furious.

“Yeah, I could have switched you for her,” he said coldly. Was he only trying to hurt you now? Perhaps, but you had hurt him first.

“Right, because that’s all I am to you,” you said, quieter than before.

“That was our plan! You’re my fuck buddy, nothing more!” he raised his voice now, tired of your empty words and signs. “You have no right to accuse me of anything when I’m playing by the rules. The rules you made. Maybe we should go back to the beginning. Start the game over. I don’t even know what we’re arguing about right now.”

“Start over?”

“Go back to when we were just horny for each other and nothing else,” he said, as if that would be possible. As if he could ignore the way your eyes shined, even in the dim light coming from the streetlamps outside. Like he could pretend he didn’t want to hold you and make you forget all about this terrible fight.

“Fine, let’s try,” you said, and he watched in astonishment, as you closed the gap between the two of you. When you tilted your head, he gave you permission by doing the same. When you kissed, with teeth clashing and exhausted sighs mixing up, he swore there were bombs going off somewhere in his head. Alarm bells, too. This was by no means a great idea. But what could have stopped him and his hungry mouth? He backed you against the wall and pressed you into it, hard. Before he had registered it, his hands were pushing up the fabric of your dress and you moaned, sounding so beautiful he could barely believe it. One of his thighs forced its way between your legs while he gripped your waist like his life depended on it.

But then, just as rapidly you had begun to kiss him, you pushed him away. His lungs felt tight when he noticed the affliction and confusion on your face. He wished he could make it go away. But he had caused it, so now his presence only made things worse.

“No- no, I change my mind. This is fucking stupid,” you said. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N,” he said in a gentle tone. Somehow, it seemed that his careful voice hurt you most of all.

“I think we should stop. All of this,” you said. He was beginning to shake his head in disbelief, but you cut him off. “We said there wouldn’t be jealousy, but there obviously is. We should have stopped long ago.”

“But what about starting the game again, from the beginning?” he asked, too afraid of what you would say to even look at you. If you were going to rip out his heart you should have done so quickly, when he wasn’t paying too close attention.

“The game’s over. This is going over both of our heads,” you said. “I- I’m going to go home now.”

So this was heartbreak. H/N had never considered that it could be meant so literally. But he could swear that the muscle inside his chest was convulsing and shriveling as if you had stolen the blood that kept him alive right from his arteries. The pain was sharp like a thousand cuts had been inflicted on his skin, and he struggled for words like your words had taken every of his most elemental abilities.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“No,” you said. “You’re drunk. You’re the one who could need someone to walk you home. And I don’t want you around me right now. Get home safely.”

That was it. No hug. No last, longing look. Just your words stabbing like knives and your ethereal beauty as you turned on your heel and walked from the room, leaving him behind, bleeding out by himself. What had he done?

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wonjaems · 3 years

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⸻ 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❝And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you❞

Listen to → 'stuck with you' by Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber

P : Jeno x Fem!reader | G : arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers au | W : none | WC : 0.5 k

Synopsis : You and your forever enemy!Jeno are arranged to get married against both of your wills and Jeno comes up with a plan to cancel it.

"i really don't want to get married to you" the boy beside you stated. "as I want to really get married to you" you rolled your eyes on him. "hey you know, i have plan to cancel this marriage" he exclaimed

"and I strongly believe that this plan of yours won't work just like the other ones"

"hey c'mon this might work! do you want to get married to me that bad?"

"no ew" you stuck out your tongue, as a disgusted look took over your face.

"then listen"

you sighed out, slightly nodding "so what is your 'genius' plan?"you sarcastically said.

"okay when my parents arrive say this" he cleared his throat before continuing,

"I want a big diamond ring or else I won't marry your son" he said in a high pitched voice, trying his best to imitate your voice.

"hey first of all I don't sound like that" you hit his hands

"and second what are you trying to do? frame me as gold digger?" "just do it" he covered his ears, not wanting to hear your protests.

You were a bit too used to this.

"sorry we got stuck in the traffic" The sudden voice caught the both of you of guard.

the both of you drifted your eyes to see Jeno's parents.

You fixed your posture, flattening your red dress with your hands before greeting the both of them with your usual sweet smile.

"so y/n, we actually called you here today to finalize the date of the wedding ceremony" Mrs Lee stated and to her response you just nodded.

"so" she took a glance at her husband who simply nodded at her to continue "how about next week?"

"next week? that's too early mom" Jeno protested furiously only to receive a scolding.

"as long as I can remember I wasn't quite asking you" Mrs lee said making Jeno immediately shut his mouth.

"so y/n, do you have any problem?"

Jeno kicked your legs under the table, indicating you to follow his plan.

"I want a big diamond ring or else i won't marry your son" you boldly said as told, only to hide your face from the embarrassment when realization hit a few seconds later.

The odd silence of the room killing you inside and just as you lifted up your head to apologize Jeno's mom spoke up

"of-course, that isn't the problem" she said with a big smile plastered on her face.

"but mom-"

"no buts jeno lee, and it's fixed then" she exclaimed happily

oh - You were stuck with him, and there's nothing you can do.

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A/N : Feel free to leave your feedback on this. Thank you for reading, have a good day - Rose ❀ yeonnmin

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ikigyu · 3 years

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— deja vu.

DEJA VU (n.) ↳ a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's Deja vu.

PAIRINGS » heeseung x fem! reader GENRE » angst ofc, exes au WARNINGS » none! WORD COUNT » 600+ DISCLAIMER » All things mentioned in this story are all fictitious and none of them are meant to happen in real life: this is just made out of pure fiction! A/N » the lyrics are not in the right order! feedbacks and constructive criticisms are welcome! this is NOT that good so please don't expect something beautiful— I need to work on my writing, I know. This is the only part of SOUR SERIES that I don't like LOL!

→ PART OF MY SOUR MINI-SERIES.

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❝ So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? ❞

You eyed your ex-boyfriend, heeseung, up and down as he walked with his so-called new girlfriend in the park. You were in your casual attire and so are they.

In the female's hand, she was holding ice cream—with one spoon for the both of them. If you were a stranger that was watching their little date, of course, you would find it cute.

But too bad, you've experienced that before.

They were both smiling and giggling, looking oh-so-happy, making people around them swoon over at the sight. Funny how you actually underwent being in the same situation as his new girl.

❝ She thinks it's special, but it's all reused. ❞

The way she looked at him, it showed admiration and love. She was happy with all the things they were doing, yet all you felt was pity.

You pitied her for not knowing he did those things with you before he did with her.

Couldn’t he think about something else to do? Like something unique—rather than re-using all the things you’ve done with him before, like recycling maybe but no, he re-used it all. It makes him look like a guy who switches girlfriends and then goes to the same date spot every time he gets a new one—well, to be honest, that’s exactly him.

It’s been months ever since you both last spoke to each other. It’s probably one of those nights that you didn’t want to remember.

But right now, it looked like nothing ever happened between the two of you. He was happy, smiling widely, eyes boring into the female’s figure filled with love. How? How could he look so okay?

Maybe it’s true love, but you never know.

❝ A different girl now, but there's nothing new. ❞

Even if you were a distance away, you saw how the girl smiled at him—you saw yourself in her. Her hair was the same color as yours, both of you were computer majors, same style and same status.

Almost nothing was different.

Except for one thing: She was prettier than you—well that's what you tell yourself.

You would always ask yourself: “If she's the one he replaced you with, how can he keep up with all the similarities?” Because you couldn't understand it. Replacing you with an exact copy of you—what kind of reasoning is that? Probably the logic of the one and only Heeseung.

❝ Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you. ❞

You would always see them inside the music room on campus, sitting side by side in front of the piano as the boy plays it for her.

The song he was playing was all too familiar for you—it was your song when you were still dating. You couldn't believe this was happening. You taught him how to play that song and all he did was take advantage of it.

It was a song for lovers, who met each other and stayed with each other until the end. Maybe the song never suited both of you. I mean, you did meet each other, but one of you gave up on the promise of loving each other eternally.

She sang the song that he taught her—yet she doesn't know it came from you.

You even saw Heeseung singing her the songs you both listen to each other with telling her that he loves her in between the chorus and the verse. It was a sight for sore eyes.

If you get deja vu just by watching them, what about himself? Probably.

❝ Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ❞

He does—but he doesn't realize it.

Heeseung wasn't aware of the similarities even though it was so clear already. What was the point of breaking up with you if all he could find was just a straight-out copy of yourself? We will never know.

But at least, you'll never be like him.

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