Sparks Fly

sparks fly

PAIRING: yang jeongin x reader GENRE: best friends to lovers, jeongin has a f!fans that annoys reader lol WC: 1.1k WARNING: profanity, jeongin is a little mean:[

"Special delivery from your 'secret admirer'." You said, making an air quote after slamming the coffee cup with a little too much force. You took your seat across Jeongin, huffing.

He looked inside the cup, pushing it in your direction, "You drink first, it might be poisoned."

You flip the ungracious finger in front of his face. Throwing a mocking smile. His so-called secret admirer (who lives directly across your dorm) has been making some inquiries over the last couple of weeks. Coffee, bottled beverages, cookies, even sandwiches, only for Jeongin. She waited in front of your door every morning, requesting you to deliver the goods to Jeongin.

When asked why she didn't do it herself, she claims that she doesn't have the courage yet. Along with that, she also asks you to play matchmaker. You would've agreed if she's not actually acting so annoying, asking for a selfie or even a photo of Jeongin with the stuff she sends.

"What if he thought this was all from me?" you ask one day, holding the tuna sandwich in your hand. Jeongin hates tuna, he prefers chicken sandwiches or plain bacon.

"Why? Do you plan on tricking him into believing that?" she asks back, confused. "You're just friends, right? You always said so, Jeongin does too."

Right… Friends…

Today was probably your tipping point because she's in a hurry, and you don't have class until later in the afternoon so you planned to sleep in a little bit. But persistent as ever, she knocks violently at your door, waking your roommates who had the day off, basically pissing the both of you and now you're just cranky.

"Did she annoy you?" Jeongin asked. He swirls the cup in a figure-8 motion, trying to assess your mood this morning.

"You think?" you respond. You took out your laptop, trying not to be a pile of negative energy. "I don't get it why she's so persistent, it's not like you're going to date her anyways, right?" you ask Jeongin without looking in his direction. Truth is, you're afraid that he might've said that you're wrong.

"Well since she seems to be perceived in a bad way by my best friend? Yeah, I think I'll pass," he answers. Your heart sank at the word best friend, but that's just the way you are. His hands leave the cup, tousling your hair.

"It's not like that, it's just… she's hell-bent on sending you this stuff, through me, like I'm some goddamn owl." You press on your keyboards violently. "And I'm still nice for actually giving it to you. I could've eaten them all by myself!" You exclaim. You had, in fact, thought about that. But that would make you look so bad, that even your roommates vote against doing so in case of karma.

"Are you not going to drink it?" you ask, eyeing the coffee. "I haven't eaten anything and I feel I could eat someone right now."

"I'll get you a new one," he said, standing up from his seat. "Sandwich?"

"Tuna," you answered, offering him a smile. "Thanks, you're the best!"

He grabs the coffee cup with him and walks inside the cafeteria to order a sandwich. He looked around the room when his eyes caught a glimpse of the so-called secret admirer. Well, he found that bit by himself, taking notes from the description you gave him along the time. His eyes met hers and he dropped the coffee cup on the bin. Not even taking a sip from it.

Jeongin hesitates a bit before actually approaching her. She didn't notice him at first until one of her friends whispered in her ear, pointing at him. He leans on the table, throwing a vile smirk. Luckily the cafeteria is so bustling with people that no one even notices the scene.

"Listen," Jeongin said. "I appreciate your effort, but you need to quit."

"Why? Did your little friend say something bad about me?" She dared herself to ask. Jeongin clicks his tongue, unimpressed. "Am I wrong to try? You're single anyways."

"Wow, you really got some attitude," he responds with a smile. "I can't tolerate an ungrateful person," he expels, surprising her. He's not one to talk shit about someone else, but when they mess with you, they're looking for a fight with him too (even when you're capable of picking fights by yourself, it makes him feel much better if you don't have to).

"You need to apologize, or you don't have to. Either way, this stops now." Jeongin said, "I'll pay you back if you want. Let's not waste each other's energy on something impossible to achieve, and that means the possibility of you and me together."

Without waiting for her response, Jeongin walked out and took his place in front of you. Handing you the tuna sandwich.

"You don't have to do that, you know," you said, opening the paper wrap and thanking him. You saw him approaching her table earlier when you went in to wash your hands. From afar, you can see his cynical face contrasting her shocked expression. You don't even want to interrupt, letting him do what he feels like doing. You trust him enough to not do something stupid or say something harmful. Counting on him to stay on course, which he did, just the cold-hard truth is all that comes out of his mouth.

"What?" he asks back, eyebrows knitting together. Then it sets on his face, "Oh… Well." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"Why did you even grant her wishes? I thought you liked me."

You choked on your sandwich at his careless statement, grabbing your bottle before chugging the water inside, leaving him laughing.

"Excuse me? How did you even come up with that?" you ask. Though you act cool, your insides are trembling with fear.

"Well, because I like you, I just thought the feelings were mutual." He bites into his sandwich, looking at you with your jaw slightly dropped. "Was it not mutual?" he asks again when you didn't respond for a few minutes.

"Is this seriously how you're gonna confess to me? are you tricking me into confessing first? That's such a dick move, you know." You gulp your water again, trying to drown the nervousness.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Going down on one knee is definitely too early, right?" he asks, trying to play innocent. He puts down his sandwich, looking at you, seriously this time. "I like you," he started. "That should be enough confession, right?"

His eyes turned the shape of a crescent moon, a genuine smile on his face.

"Fine," you admit defeat, putting down your own sandwich before ripping the bands of friendzone by saying; "I like you too."

look who's posting double due to technical error:/

this user is struggling from working on thesis and online courses and writing and doing everything in between

i just saw this and i'm bawling my eyes out😭😭 please you're so sweeettt🥹🥹🥹 thank you for reading🤍

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PAIRINGS: boo seungkwan x reader GENRE: established relationship, sick fic, hurt-comfort WC: 511 WARNINGS: mention of dying (in a joking manner)

"Seungkwan, I am so sorry for everything…" you said. Seungkwan let out an exasperated sigh, setting the tray he brought on your bedside table.

"You're not dying, my sweet, stop being dramatic."

"I feel like I am though," you said, coughing dryly. It seems like your cold isn't getting any better so you had to cancel your date with Seungkwan. You're also thinking of taking a day off on Monday.

Seungkwan sat on the edge of your bed, placing the back of his hand on your forehead, making you hiss at the contact.

"Jeez, you're so.." he stopped himself from complaining, realizing that he's more or less the same way around you; dramatic.

"I'm gonna go buy some medicine and a first aid box. You need to keep at least one thermometer around." He stood up. "I made you soup, try to eat."

"What if I die while you're out, Kwannie?" You asked, holding on to your boyfriend's hand, not allowing him to go.

"Well, who told you to not bring an umbrella?!" he scolded you. The cold started Friday night after you carelessly walked home despite the rain. In your defense, it was only a drizzle, and the bus stop is literally across your apartment, so that's not much of a distance.

"Fine, I'll just order them," Seungkwan said, sitting back down. "And don't look at me like that."

You smile, wiggling to give him some more space.

"Can you sit? I don't think you should eat while laying down," he ordered. You move up a little, feeling a sudden headache. He snickered at your expression before helping you place a pillow

behind your back for a slight support.

Seungkwan ordered some stuff while feeding you the soup he made earlier. In no time, you've finished the whole bowl. Seungkwan put away the bowl, feeling proud because he managed to scoop out the exact amount of soup for you to finish.

He helped you with water and the last of your medicine, ruffling your hair after you made a disgusted face.

"Will you die if I leave to grab the meds and put this away?" he asks you. You let out a laugh, coughing in the process. "Aigoo, my sweet."

You shooed him with a grin. He smiled at you before leaving you with the finished meals. A sudden wave of drowsiness washes over you, you're not sure if it's the meds or you're just tired. You fix the pillow a little, laying back down. it doesn’t take long for you to fall back asleep.

"Do you want to use this?" Seungkwan walks in with a bunch of stuff he bought. The sight of you already asleep stopped him in his tracks, making him cover his mouth quickly.

He puts down the stuff on top of your drawers and walks over to your bed. He then continues to place one finger under your nose, all while trying to hold back laughter.

He fixes your hair before tugging you in tighter.

"You're not gonna die, my sweet, not on my watch."

a/n. every strong independent person needs someone to take care of them when they're sick

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PAIRING: seo changbin x reader GENRE: kinda enemies to lovers? reader and changbin are not fond of each other WC: 858 WARNING: mentions of drinking

You let out a deep sigh when you hear a loud roar from the front door. You crane your neck to see Changbin walk into the room, exhaling to mentally prepare yourself for the disruption that's about to abuse your eardrums.

You were already exhausted from the endless class today and your best friend just had to drag you to a housewarming party. Even worse, Changbin is here (but of course, he's here, he's the life of the party after all). Everyone on the campus knew that about him and had to invite him to every party. Though you've known him since orientation, your friend groups are totally different. However, it's hard to miss his presence in the room, and deep down you admit that it's a little bit empty without hearing his voice roaring through the room.

Minutes later, a group of people starts to gather in a circle, spinning bottle for a game of truth or dare. That's your cue to leave, but before you could reach the front door, someone dragged you back. You groan but follow them anyway. A couple of rounds wouldn't hurt, right?

But luck wasn't definitely on your side tonight because the bottle landed on you on the first try, leaving you with the choices of truth or dare, or drink, if you would. You choose truth and people come up with the question of, "one thing you really want to say to someone in this circle."

You look around, thinking of a non-offensive thing to say. But suddenly you caught Changbin's gaze, and before you could even think, you said; "Please, for the love of God, stop yelling."

Laughter erupts from the group before Changbin returns your gaze. He heard this joke a thousand times before, friends or no friends, usually didn't do any damage to his pride. But to hear it come out of you, why does it offend him?

"Why?!" he yelled then, making you close your eyes, sighing in defeat. "Why can't I speak the way I like?!"

You just shake your head before spinning the bottle. The game goes on for a couple more rounds, and you're starting to enjoy it. But at the same time, you feel a little bit lightheaded. You excuse yourself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, massaging your scalp. You took a chance to slip out and go home without noticing everybody, passing out as soon as your head touched the pillow.

You're awakened a few hours later by the knock on your door. Groaning, you walk towards it with your eyes half closed. Trying to balance yourself with the pound in your head.

You yank the door open, unfazed.

"Why are you here?" you ask, voice hoarse. Changbin looked down at his feet, flustered by your appearance.

"Just checking on you," he answered quietly. He realized that you looked a little bit pale during the game. He assures himself that it's just the lighting, but he starts to worry when you excuse yourself and don't come back.

"Well, do you want to come in or that's that?" you ask. He looked at you funny, wondering whether or not you've gained full consciousness.

"You sure you're okay?" he asks again, worries laced his voice. He even asked your friends earlier if you had another agenda and planned to leave early, but no one seems to know either. You blink, processing the scene before your eyes widen in surprise.

"Why are you here?!" you ask once again, bewildered. Your hands grab on the front of your cardigan, tightening it. "Did I just invite you to come in?" you ask again in a smaller voice.

"You kinda did, yeah," he answered, meeting your eyes. You groan, pressing your temple. "I'll just leave then, now that I know you're okay."

"Wait," you stopped him. "Earlier, I wasn't thinking... I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. You're actually nice when you talk softly like this."

He blinks. You mirrored his action before covering your mouth with your hands, cursing to yourself.

"You're cute," he said, smiling to himself before shaking his head. He only drank soda all night but why does he feel lightheaded now?

"Okay, let's not..." you start, trying to choose your words carefully. "This is stupid," you murmur to yourself. Your face grew hot just rewinding the scene from 5 minutes before. The same happened to Changbin who starts to scratch his neck. You were about to open your mouth again when Changbin called your name, making you look up.

"Let's just talk tomorrow," he offered. You open your mouth, thinking of what to say next.

"On one condition," you smirk. He sighed and raised his eyebrows at you, demanding to hear it. "No yelling or any loud voice."

"Can't promise you that, darling," he responded, the corner of his mouth lifted a bit.

You lower your head, flustered by the sudden pet name. He waits there, waiting for you to tell him off. But instead, you said, "I hate you," before retreating inside, closing the door on him.

He smiles again, whispering to himself, "We'll see about that."

a/n. life of the party, seo changbin ilysm

with you

PAIRING: vernon chwe x reader GENRE: schoolmates-to-lovers, fluff WC: 439 WARNING: implications of stressing out, and the relieving methods

Vernon hasn't stopped falling in love with you ever since he saw you sitting alone on the rooftop in high school. Each one of you chooses a different side of the building to watch the cityscape at 3 P.M. on a random Wednesday.

He was about to get down and leave when you scream at the top of your lungs, then laugh all by yourself. All in the span of a minute. He thinks you're possessed then, but when you look up and meet his eyes, you offer him the sweetest, joyful smile. He didn't think much about it, but there was something about your craziness that lifted up the corner of his mouth every time the thought came across his mind.

The second occurrence happened when Vernon was browsing in the bookstore. You were there, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the aisle. You quickly stand up to make way, losing balance before he catches your arms. You thanked him, smiling shyly.

He lets go of you afterwards, murmuring a quick “no problem,” before walking away. His heart beats irregularly. You look even more gorgeous wearing casual clothing and he can't stop thinking about the glasses you wear that frame your delicate irises.

He saw you a lot in school ever since. During lunch when you laugh loudly with your group of friends, between classes, chattering enthusiastically, in the corner of the library when you skip class to catch up on your sleep. He's drawn to you and suddenly everything is okay.

He pledged to at least say something to you during graduation, and he did come up to you, with a stalk of roses. After exchanging names and congratulations, he dared himself to ask you out.

“I thought you would never ask.” You smiled gleefully. He wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly, nor was he expecting to fall for you; unhurriedly, tenderly.

“Listen, we could just go up to the rooftop and scream,” you said on one gloomy day, a thousand dates later. “It'll make you feel better, I swear.”

“Like you do during high school?” He smiles, bringing his hand to rub your cheek. You nodded passionately, smiling back at him. Like you do the first time you infiltrate his life.

You then went on about all kinds of things to release stress; eating a tub of ice cream (your favorite), cooking (time-consuming), sleeping, and screaming out your lungs (also your favorite).

“Babe,” he called, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Thank you.”

You look at him, doe-eyed, mouthing a silence why.

“Suddenly the world doesn't seem too cruel anymore with you here.”

a/n. this was inspired by one of the conversations my best friend had with her bf. she said i could use it as a writing prompt as long as i show the finished result to her😭 so it's safe to say this one is proofread and accepted HAHAH

you guys wouldn't believe it but i always wanted to write a skz au where they're a hogwarts student and then the fanmeet theme dropped and i start writing yesterday and today this photo dropped and and and🌝🌝

...it's safe to say I'm losing my mind