WELCOME BACK . L. Heeseung

WELCOME BACK  ⇢ 𝒻. l. heeseung

synopsis: very unlike you to be absent for one day let alone three… and your academic rival was assigned to give you your missing work.

genre: academic rival!au, enemies to ???, sfw, fluff-ish

warnings: mentions of blood (not gory)

notes: me publishing this heeseung drabble before my dozens of sunghoon one is a little insane to me, but let’s do it. originally wanted to do an e2l series with hyung line, but knowing me, it’ll take 500 years to finish, so i’ll take my time and post when i feel like it.

more under the cut!

“lee heeseung, can you please stop by y/n’s house today and give them the assignments they’re missing?”

strange.

really strange.

you haven’t been in school for the last three days. strange because you and heeseung were fighting for the perfect attendance spot for as long as he had known you. the first day you weren’t here, he thought you had been only a minute late. he waited for you to walk through the classroom door for him to gloat in your face about it, but you never came in.

one day was already a lot, but now that one day turned into three. normally, heeseung would refuse that kind of request especially because it involved you, but truthfully, the last couple of days he walked by your house, he too wanted an excuse to see what kind of state you were in.

“alright,” he said as he grabbed onto the small stack of papers his teacher handed over to him.

as soon as the bell rang, heeseung rushed to grab his bag and headed off campus. his curiosity grew more when he found his opportunity to find out what was going on with you. the moment he stepped onto your front door, he took a second to think of what he’d say, but that second was quickly taken away from him as your mother opened the door, startled to see anyone there.

“my goodness,” she shrieked with her hand on her chest, “i didn’t expect anyone to be there.”

“sorry, ma’am,” heeseung quickly apologized, “i-uh have some school work to drop off for y/n. are they home?”

“they weren’t able to discharge from the hospital yet. i’m off to go drop off some food for them now. did you want to come along?” she asked him.

“come… along?” wait, hospital?

remember that curiosity that was brewing? it was boiling now, because why was heeseung in the car with your mother… on the way to the hospital? heeseung stayed silent the car ride unsure if asking about you was appropriate or not. your mom had assumed that this was one of your friends so he must’ve known that you were hospitalized, so she didn’t bother bringing anything up to him.

when they got to the hospital, your mother had given him a bag of food and told him what room you’d be in. she had to head back to work before her break was over, and heeseung was now standing in front of the hospital entrance alone, wondering how he got himself this deep in this situation.

reaching your room number and seeing your last name plastered under it, he was growing nervous. what was he even doing here? you might actually think that he cared about you, which he doesn’t. he thought about leaving your things outside your door, but this was a hospital, not your front door. contemplating a little too long, a nurse snuck up from right behind him to see if he was lost.

“oh, no, this is the right room…” he mumbled before going through the doors.

“mom?” you called out when you heard some noise outside your room.

“nope,” heeseung said as he closed the door behind him, “just me.”

you thought your eyes had deceived you, because he was the last person you wanted to see and the last person you’d think would come see you. he was probably here to gloat in your face about the attendance record and how you’re never going to catch up to him with all your missing assignments.

for as long as you and heeseung went to the same school, he was your academic rival. everything was a competition with the two of you and never did you want to lose to him. if he scored even a single point higher than you, you wanted to slap that victorious smirk he’d give you every single time off his face after he had compared your scores.

“what are you doing here?” you asked.

“mr. kim asked me drop off these and your mom asked me to give you this to eat. she had to go to work,” he explained while placing everything on the table in front of you.

you looked at everything in front of you and then back at him. he too stared back at you, waiting for you to explain why you were even here, but you didn’t. it didn’t feel long for him to wait for an answer anyway, since his eyes were lingering at the wrap around your head.

“okay, you can leave now,” you spat before taking the food your mom gave you out of the bag.

“that’s it? no thank you?”

“… why are you even here?” you narrowed down at him.

“well, i told you…”

“not what. why… like why do you have my school work and the food my mom made me? or why did you choose to come here to begin with? are you here to make fun of me?”

“what? why would i do that?” he sounded offended you even suggest that.

“well, how am i supposed to know? we aren’t exactly on the nicest terms.”

“you haven’t been in school for three days. of course, i am curious.”

you crossed your arms and raised a brow at him.

“i fell due to fatigue and hit my head,” you gave you the shortest version of what you went through.

“and…” he waited.

“you’re kind of being nosy…” you glared at him.

“i… won’t tell anyone,” his voice softened enough that you had put your guard down.

biting your lips after a short debate with yourself, you sighed and decided to tell him.

“i have to work thrice as hard to be as good as you. you’re a natural when it comes to anything, not saying that you aren’t hard working, but i don’t have the same talent as you. i’m not a natural. i have to stay up until 3am every night to understand something that takes you one read through to understand… i’ve been doing that for too long and my body couldn’t handle it,” you explained while avoiding his face, “i fell due to fatigue but i hit my head so bad that i don’t even remember falling. my mom said there was blood when she found me on the ground, but i didn’t wake up until yesterday night.”

wow. heeseung wasn’t expecting all of that. although, he felt a huge relief knowing that you’re okay now and don’t have some terminal illness that kept you in here (the head wrap had his imagination running through scenarios). but still, he felt bad. heeseung didn’t have the slightest idea that you had to work that hard to even catch up to him. you never showed it. ever. you were always quick on your feet and was always able to respond to all the teacher’s questions, but the reality was you’d review lessons a few days prior from when they were being taught so you were able to do so.

“i’m glad you’re okay,” he admitted which took you by surprise.

your eyes widened and you wanted to clear your ears out to make sure you were hearing things correctly. he was glad that you were okay?

“i have to say school isn’t the same without bickering with you at least once a day,” he added.

“we do it more than once,” you corrected.

“now, i know you’re okay since you’re able to argue with me,” heeseung smiled.

you chuckled. you actually couldn’t believe you were chuckling with heeseung. although the two of you were always at each others’ throats in regards to academics, you can’t really say he doesn’t give you some sort of comfort. he’d race you to school from your house as soon as he sees you walking out your front door. after receiving any exams back, the two of you actually searched for one another to see who got the higher score. even though you’d both say you hated one another, you really didn’t… at all.

in fact, you probably understood each other more than you think.

“you know, if you ever didn’t understand something, you could come to me about it,” he offered, “i’ve been told i’m a good tutor.”

“you’re just saying that because i’m in a hospital bed,” you rolled your eyes and leaned further back into the pillow.

“no, i’m serious. i… i don’t like seeing you like this, and school is boring if i’m not fighting with you. so if it prevents you from sleeping past midnight….”

you searched heeseung’s features to find any lies, but it truly seemed like he was being genuine and your heart felt like it had stopped beating believing that he, lee heeseung, cared for you.

“thanks…” you whispered, feeling your cheeks getting warm, “i… really appreciate it.”

“are you blushing?”

“this is embarrassing, okay?”

heeseung laughed. the worry he had this morning was lifted off his shoulders and he truly was glad to have his enemy back.

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part xx - masterlist - part xxii xxi. more than gojo

wc: 2.4k

bunni speaks — no socials in this chapter, but i’m in love with sooyn… don’t hate me for how i ended this chapter…

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

more under the cut!

could you believe it? you were making your making your way to the restaurant that soo made a reservation to. you brought your outfit to work and changed there before hauling a cab to get to the restaurant. your heart beats anxiously as you get closer to the restaurant. 

“you could drop me off here,” you said as handed the cab driver the cash. 

originally, you were planning to take the subway over here, but in your dress and heels, that wasn’t going to happen. soo picked a pretty high end restaurant, one you’d never imagine yourself going to yourself. to be honest, you knew you were going to be out of place when you googled the restaurant and found out the prices weren’t on their menus and it was a set course menu that changed every week. when you looked around, you weren’t glowing in confidence like the rest of the people that probably didn’t care for the price tag that came with this restaurant. 

when you walked in, you could tell the hostess was already judging you. it was just as you anticipated. who could really blame her though because who walks into this fancy restaurant with two huge bags of gifts and a work bag? the answer was you. 

“um, for soo? or y/n? i’m not sure what he put the reservation under,” you spoke low closely to her.

suddenly, her demeanor changed like you said you were with the president. 

“oh! right, the private room. yes, he’s here already,” she straightened herself and extended her hand to grab your bags. 

“um, that’s alright. i’ll walk them in,” you said, uncomfortable with the sudden shift, “also, did you say he’s here?”

“yes, he is.”

god. you could vomit from the anxiety. 

she walked you through the back area and led you down the hallway where there was another door to a private room. each step you took in these heels sounded louder than what they actually were. you wanted to cower and run. you were far far away from your comfort zone right now. 

when she twists the knob and opens that door, you were going to see him. 

oh god. there it was again. the feeling of vomit wanting to creep up your throat. 

“wait,” you stopped her before she could and took a deep breathe in and out, “okay, sorry. i just needed to breathe.”

“i’d be nervous too. your date is stunning,” she smiled before opening up the door. 

soobin straightened his back as soon as he heard the noise from the door. he tried staying still, but it seemed like you took an eternity to get in. like you, he was also being eaten away by his anxiety. his thoughts filled with what ifs, but ultimately, he knew he wanted to see you and as himself, choi soobin.

the back of his head was faced the door, so as soon as you walked through, you saw his blonde hair. you muttered a soft thank you before going in and closing the door yourself. you could hear soo getting up and turning around. your ears booming with the sound of your own heartbeat. 

you took a peeked over, completely startled and speechless from the sight. 

“i’m so sorry. i think she led me to the wrong room,” you said, quickly turning back around to open the door to leave. 

what the fuck. 

what the actual fuck. 

you really wanted to be out of here now. no, you needed to be out here now. 

that was txt choi soobin behind you.

what the hell did you walk yourself into? this was definitely a mistake. a weird and oddly coincidental mistake. 

right?

your hands trembled as you were trying to twist the knob and tried pushing the door open, but it wasn’t opening. why wasn’t this door opening? (it’s a pull not push.)

“no, y/n, wait, it’s me,” he said as he tried grabbing your hand to calm you down (it wasn’t helping), “i… i’m soo.”

soobin searched for your thoughts in your eyes but you were blanking out. you hadn’t even realized that your bags slipped out of your hands and dropped to the ground. you stared at soobin as if your words would suddenly sound out of your mouth from doing so. 

“w-wha— huh?” was all you managed to say. 

soobin knew the shock that would come to telling you, especially when you just saw him as an idol a few days ago. 

“let’s sit down. i can explain everything,” he said as he picked up your bags for you with one hand and held your hand in another.

“soo… bin…” you said slowly and started to backtrack your memories, “that’s why you used that txt song in that edit?”

“yeah… we were learning the choreo for that song at that time…” he explained. 

“you have a stan account?” you furrowed your brows, “how much free time do you have to be talking to me this often?”

soobin chuckled and found that those are the first few questions you could think of to ask him. he sat you down first before putting your things down in the seat next to you and sitting back at his seat across from you. 

“well, before anything, do you hate me for not telling you?” he had to ask. it was the question that has been eating him up since this meeting was arranged. 

“why would i hate you?” you asked him back, “honestly, it’s kind of unhinged that you didn’t tell me before the concert to potentially embarrass myself in front of you and your group, but i don’t hate yo— wait a minute, i have so many questions now.”

you pressed your fingers against your temples thinking about everything that connected to your conversations with soobin as soo and any mentions of txt. 

“i’ll answer everything as long as you don’t hate you,” he smiled widely. 

looking at him had you blanking out again. he’s actually so handsome and good looking this close that you weren’t sure if you could last however long this dinner was without embarrassing yourself. 

covering your face, you sighed. again, what the hell did you get yourself into? 

“i can’t look at you.”

“what? why?” he pouted.

“i’m getting even more nervous.”

you turned your head to the side to shift your focus elsewhere but ended up laughing from the sight of the suitcase. 

“you weren’t lying about the suitcase?” you asked with a grin on your face (a grin of disbelief). 

“i got everything that was on your list,” he innocently answered which had you whipping your head back at his direction. 

“what? everything? you know how long that list was—“ you stopped yourself, “soo… bin… god, i’m going to have to get used to that.”

“you can call me soo if you want to,” he inserted.

“my brain is about to explode. okay,” you took a deep breath in then out, “first off, why? no, i mean, i get why you didn’t tell me. please, hold. my brain is broken… why did you decide to meet up with me?”

“isn’t that obvious? we talk everyday. i love talking to you and i wanted to see you in person,” soobin explained.

the way your heart felt like it was at your throat had you gulping to push the feeling down. the more soobin spoke the more it felt like you were going to be sent to the hospital for a heart attack. you liked him a lot and the feeling was only intensifying now that he’s in front of you. 

“are you sweet talking me?” you asked. 

“what? no, that’s how i feel.”

your cheeks felt like lava and you reached for the ice cold water in front of you to cool yourself down. 

“okay,” you said after taking a sip, “well, some of my gifts are kind of stupid now considering it’s concert merch and a photocard that you signed.”

“i’ll still take it, especially the card,” he said.

“honestly, i might make that your punishment and keep it.”

“punishment? i thought you said you didn’t hate me.”

“that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a punishment. oh my god… did you find my personal twitter somehow?” your eyes widened. 

it just accord to you that the rest of txt calling huening kai pookie bear might have actually been because of you. now that thought got you spiraling to when yeonjun told me about how soobin was the reason why mamushi trend was even filmed. he had to have found your twitter. 

“yes…” he hesitated. 

“you were quote retweeting me? on a private account?” you pointed at him to which he only slowly nodded. 

“i’m gonna go bury myself now,” you said as you leaned back in your seat. 

soobin’s cheeks were blushed from embarrassment because you connecting the dots together a lot quicker than he thought. now he too wanted to bury himself because there was a lot of other stuff he could be caught for.

“i… was just really curious and you sent me a tiktok link and that links to your profile to your twitter and—“ he rambled before you held your hand up to stop him from talking. 

“sorry, i feel so embarrassed. oh my god, my tiktok vlogs…” you grumbled. 

“they were cute. i liked them,” he mumbled and shyly looked away from you, hoping it’d make you feel better. 

“i can’t believe i’ve been talking to you this whole time…” you muttered and snuck a look at him. 

he looked so good. his hair was slicked back. he was in a nice suit which reminded you…

“did you see my post about you in blonde?” you had to ask him because he was definitely looking like amas soobin. 

“yes…”

“… didn’t you say you didn’t want to bleach your hair anymore?” you asked him.

“listen, that was because you said you liked guys with dark hair and switched it up the next day,” he defended himself. 

you laughed. soobin was actually so cute. 

“you care about what i think?” you raised a brow, teasing him. 

“i always did…” he admitted, causing your ears to turn red. 

before you were able to say anything else, the server came in with the first course. you had forgotten how hungry you were until the scent hit your nose and your stomach started growling. looking over at soobin, he gained a kick from you under the table from holding in his laugh. when the server left, you both burst out into giggles. 

“i hate you,” you pouted. 

“you said you didn’t hate me,” he sang knowingly. 

“i do now,” you playfully stuck your tongue out. 

“i’ll buy you more food so your stomach doesn’t need to growl again,” he said as he gestured you to eat.

as much as you wanted to bicker some more, you had to eat. after taking the first bite, both you and soobin seemed to relax a bit more. eating around him seemed almost natural since you did it almost everyday the last few months. although back then you never was able to see him, it still felt kind of the same presence. plus a bonus was this food was better than anything you could’ve made or ordered out.

finishing up the first plate, you decided to hand him your bags of gifts. 

“here. i’m taking the megumi card, but you can have the rest,” you said, “my gifts aren’t as good as yours since mine revolved around the fact that you told me you liked txt… when you are txt…”

peeking into the bag, soobin noticed an envelope and pulled it out.

“you wrote me a note?” 

oh shit. your brain was so occupied by the fact that soo was soobin that you forgot you wrote out your feelings for him in that very envelope.

“um… that’s not meant for you. i totally slipped that in their by accident,” you said nervously as you reached out to grab it, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“it says ‘soo’ on it though,” soobin smiled, “what’s in here?”

“the megumi card you’re not supposed to get. so hand it over,” you stuck your hand out but he wasn’t fully convinced. 

you technically weren’t lying, but the envelope was way too big for that small trading card. soobin slowly started opening it, and you started panicking.

“wait, don’t you want to eat first? it might spoil your meal if you read it now,” you suggested.

“i could hardly see how reading a note would ruin my meal,” he said as he took it out and unfolded the piece of paper.

his eyes scanned it and the smirk on his lips slowly disappeared as he read it. you felt the pleading need for oxygen as you watched his face, already preparing for the worse. your eyes shut unable to watch him any longer.

your letter read:

hi soo!

you know i never thought i’d meet you from our little jjk 0 rerun from back then, but here we are. i just want to say thank you. thank you for watching with me and being one of my best friends. 

i wake up every morning now excited to see the series of photos you send me. i get ready for bed earlier because i can’t wait to just stay on the phone with you until i fall asleep. everyday i look forward to talking to you. 

i hope you know that what i’m about to tell you is not something i ever expected to happen. i didn’t ever want to ruin what we have, but every single time we talk, i end up thinking about you even more. i think about you all the time. you make me laugh. you make me smile. you are my definition of comfort.

i’m so sorry if you do not feel the same way, but i really like you. i can’t help but like you. it almost physically hurts me that i held it in this long (a bit dramatic… i know). it’s okay if you don’t like me back, but i thought meeting you was the best way to tell you my feelings.

i kind of feel dumb writing this and telling you all this when i haven’t had a clue on what you look like. you told me you were handsome, so you better keep your word! actually, i hope it’s not true so if you reject, i’d feel a little better..

i’m going to end this here before i end up crying thinking about the potential of losing you. 

thank you so much for being my friend.

i like you… more than gojo…

love,

y/n

i hope you know your angst had me crying and screaming and sliding down the wall

LMAO WAIT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PROVE ME RIGHT??? 😭😭

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︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ pairing — idol!soobin x fem!reader

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ genre — smau, idol au, fluff, prob crack, angst if you squint, comedy (dying as i am writing)

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ featuring — rest of txt, billlie’s tsuki and svt’s hoshi as y/n bestie, enhypen’s park sunghoon as a cameo and more!

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ warning — may contain anime spoilers, swearing/cursing, y/n is a simp for animated men, please ignore time stamps!!!

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ status — start july 7th, 2024 - end (ongoing!)

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ tag list — closed

the storyline

o. y/n’s circle — soobin’s circle

i. fan boy mentality

ii. 2024 bingo card

iii. enhypen 1 soobin 0

iv. a tall woman with a fat ass

v. pookie bear

vi. “infatuation”

vii. close the gym

viii. men with dark hair

ix. karma

x. delete his twitter

xi. siri play down bad

xii. tiramisu cake

xiii. bsf approved

xiv. sugar daddy

xv. war is over

xvi. prettiest girl

xvii. friendzoned

xviii. weeb senses were tingling

xix. loser in a hot body

xx. and if he’s ugly, bonus

more to come…

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part xix - masterlist - part xxi xx. and if he’s ugly, bonus

bunni speaks — hehehee surprise i’m a liar.

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

໑ৎ ׁ ׅ♡ ALIBI 🌀

part xx - masterlist - part xxii xxi. more than gojo

wc: 2.4k

bunni speaks — no socials in this chapter, but i’m in love with sooyn… don’t hate me for how i ended this chapter…

︶︶ 　 ˚ ᡴꪫ synopsis — you are known for your brain rot anime content on twitter. so much so that you caught the attention of txt’s soobin on his secret stan account and became mutuals. what will become of this new friendship?

more under the cut!

could you believe it? you were making your way to the restaurant that soo made a reservation to. you brought your outfit to work and changed there before hauling a cab to get to the restaurant. your heart beats anxiously as you get closer to your destination. 

“you could drop me off here,” you said as you handed the cab driver the cash. 

originally, you were planning to take the subway over here, but in your dress and heels, that wasn’t going to happen. soo picked a pretty high end restaurant, one you’d never imagine yourself going to yourself. to be honest, you knew you were going to be out of place when you googled the restaurant and found out the prices weren’t on their menus and it was a set course menu that changed every week. when you looked around, you weren’t glowing in confidence like the rest of the people that probably didn’t care for the price tag that came with this restaurant. 

when you walked in, you could tell the hostess was already judging you. it was just as you anticipated. who could really blame her though because who walks into this fancy restaurant with two huge bags of gifts and a work bag? the answer was you. 

“um, for soo? or y/n? i’m not sure what he put the reservation under,” you spoke low closely to her.

suddenly, her demeanor changed like you said you were with the president. 

“oh! right, the private room. yes, he’s here already,” she straightened herself and extended her hand to grab your bags. 

“um, that’s alright. i’ll walk them in,” you said, uncomfortable with the sudden shift, “also, did you say he’s here?”

“yes, he is.”

god. you could vomit from the anxiety. 

she walked you through the back area and led you down the hallway where there was another door to a private room. each step you took in these heels sounded louder than what they actually were. you wanted to cower and run. you were far far away from your comfort zone right now. 

when she twists the knob and opens that door, you were going to see him. 

oh god. there it was again. the feeling of vomit wanting to creep up your throat. 

“wait,” you stopped her before she could and took a deep breathe in and out, “okay, sorry. i just needed to breathe.”

“i’d be nervous too. your date is stunning,” she smiled before opening up the door. 

soobin straightened his back as soon as he heard the noise from the door. he tried staying still, but it seemed like you took an eternity to get in. like you, he was also being eaten away by his anxiety. his thoughts filled with what ifs, but ultimately, he knew he wanted to see you and as himself, choi soobin.

the back of his head was faced the door, so as soon as you walked through, you saw his blonde hair. you muttered a soft thank you before going in and closing the door yourself. you could hear soo getting up and turning around. your ears booming with the sound of your own heartbeat. 

you took a peeked over, completely startled and speechless from the sight. 

“i’m so sorry. i think she led me to the wrong room,” you said, quickly turning back around to open the door to leave. 

what the fuck. 

what the actual fuck. 

you really wanted to be out of here now. no, you needed to be out here now. 

that was txt choi soobin behind you.

what the hell did you walk yourself into? this was definitely a mistake. a weird and oddly coincidental mistake. 

right?

your hands trembled as you were trying to twist the knob and tried pushing the door open, but it wasn’t opening. why wasn’t this door opening? (it’s a pull not push.)

“no, y/n, wait, it’s me,” he said as he tried grabbing your hand to calm you down (it wasn’t helping), “i… i’m soo.”

soobin searched for your thoughts in your eyes but you were blanking out. you hadn’t even realized that your bags slipped out of your hands and dropped to the ground. you stared at soobin as if your words would suddenly sound out of your mouth from doing so. 

“w-wha— huh?” was all you managed to say. 

soobin knew the shock that would come to telling you, especially when you just saw him as an idol a few days ago. 

“let’s sit down. i can explain everything,” he said as he picked up your bags for you with one hand and held your hand in another.

“soo… bin…” you said slowly and started to backtrack your memories, “that’s why you used that txt song in that edit?”

“yeah… we were learning the choreo for that song at that time…” he explained. 

“you have a stan account?” you furrowed your brows, “how much free time do you have to be talking to me this often?”

soobin chuckled and found that those are the first few questions you could think of to ask him. he sat you down first before putting your things down in the seat next to you and sitting back at his seat across from you. 

“well, before anything, do you hate me for not telling you?” he had to ask. it was the question that has been eating him up since this meeting was arranged. 

“why would i hate you?” you asked him back, “honestly, it’s kind of unhinged that you didn’t tell me before the concert to potentially embarrass myself in front of you and your group, but i don’t hate yo— wait a minute, i have so many questions now.”

you pressed your fingers against your temples thinking about everything that connected to your conversations with soobin as soo and any mentions of txt. 

“i’ll answer everything as long as you don’t hate you,” he smiled widely. 

looking at him had you blanking out again. he’s actually so handsome and good looking this close that you weren’t sure if you could last however long this dinner was without embarrassing yourself. 

covering your face, you sighed. again, what the hell did you get yourself into? 

“i can’t look at you.”

“what? why?” he pouted.

“i’m getting even more nervous.”

you turned your head to the side to shift your focus elsewhere but ended up laughing from the sight of the suitcase. 

“you weren’t lying about the suitcase?” you asked with a grin on your face (a grin of disbelief). 

“i got everything that was on your list,” he innocently answered which had you whipping your head back at his direction. 

“what? everything? you know how long that list was—“ you stopped yourself, “soo… bin… god, i’m going to have to get used to that.”

“you can call me soo if you want to,” he inserted.

“my brain is about to explode. okay,” you took a deep breath in then out, “first off, why? no, i mean, i get why you didn’t tell me. please, hold. my brain is broken… why did you decide to meet up with me?”

“isn’t that obvious? we talk everyday. i love talking to you and i wanted to see you in person,” soobin explained.

the way your heart felt like it was at your throat had you gulping to push the feeling down. the more soobin spoke the more it felt like you were going to be sent to the hospital for a heart attack. you liked him a lot and the feeling was only intensifying now that he’s in front of you. 

“are you sweet talking me?” you asked. 

“what? no, that’s how i feel.”

your cheeks felt like lava and you reached for the ice cold water in front of you to cool yourself down. 

“okay,” you said after taking a sip, “well, some of my gifts are kind of stupid now considering it’s concert merch and a photocard that you signed.”

“i’ll still take it, especially the card,” he said.

“honestly, i might make that your punishment and keep it.”

“punishment? i thought you said you didn’t hate me.”

“that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a punishment. oh my god… did you find my personal twitter somehow?” your eyes widened. 

it just accord to you that the rest of txt calling huening kai pookie bear might have actually been because of you. now that thought got you spiraling to when yeonjun told you about how soobin was the reason why mamushi trend was even filmed. he had to have found your twitter. 

“yes…” he hesitated. 

“you were quote retweeting me? on a private account?” you pointed at him to which he only slowly nodded. 

“i’m gonna go bury myself now,” you said as you leaned back in your seat. 

soobin’s cheeks were blushed from embarrassment because you connecting the dots together a lot quicker than he thought. now he too wanted to bury himself because there was a lot of other stuff he could be caught for.

“i… was just really curious and you sent me a tiktok link and that links to your profile to your twitter and—“ he rambled before you held your hand up to stop him from talking. 

“sorry, i feel so embarrassed. oh my god, my tiktok vlogs…” you grumbled. 

“they were cute. i liked them,” he mumbled and shyly looked away from you, hoping it’d make you feel better. 

“i can’t believe i’ve been talking to you this whole time…” you muttered and snuck a look at him. 

he looked so good. his hair was slicked back. he was in a nice suit which reminded you…

“did you see my post about you in blonde?” you had to ask him because he was definitely looking like amas soobin. 

“yes…”

“… didn’t you say you didn’t want to bleach your hair anymore?” you asked him.

“listen, that was because you said you liked guys with dark hair and switched it up the next day,” he defended himself. 

you laughed. soobin was actually so cute. 

“you care about what i think?” you raised a brow, teasing him. 

“i always did…” he admitted, causing your ears to turn red. 

before you were able to say anything else, the server came in with the first course. you had forgotten how hungry you were until the scent hit your nose and your stomach started growling. looking over at soobin, he gained a kick from you under the table from holding in his laugh. when the server left, you both burst out into giggles. 

“i hate you,” you pouted. 

“you said you didn’t hate me,” he sang knowingly. 

“i do now,” you playfully stuck your tongue out. 

“i’ll buy you more food so your stomach doesn’t need to growl again,” he said as he gestured you to eat.

as much as you wanted to bicker some more, you had to eat. after taking the first bite, both you and soobin seemed to relax a bit more. eating around him seemed almost natural since you did it almost everyday the last few months. although back then you never was able to see him, it still felt kind of the same presence. plus a bonus was this food was better than anything you could’ve made or ordered out.

finishing up the first plate, you decided to hand him your bags of gifts. 

“here. i’m taking the megumi card, but you can have the rest,” you said, “my gifts aren’t as good as yours since mine revolved around the fact that you told me you liked txt… when you are txt…”

peeking into the bag, soobin noticed an envelope and pulled it out.

“you wrote me a note?” 

oh shit. your brain was so occupied by the fact that soo was soobin that you forgot you wrote out your feelings for him in that very envelope.

“um… that’s not meant for you. i totally slipped that in there by accident,” you said nervously as you reached out to grab it, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“it says ‘soo’ on it though,” soobin smiled, “what’s in here?”

“the megumi card you’re not supposed to get. so hand it over,” you stuck your hand out but he wasn’t fully convinced. 

you technically weren’t lying, but the envelope was way too big for that small trading card. soobin slowly started opening it, and you started panicking.

“wait, don’t you want to eat first? it might spoil your meal if you read it now,” you suggested.

“i could hardly see how reading a note would ruin my meal,” he said as he took it out and unfolded the piece of paper.

his eyes scanned it and the smirk on his lips slowly disappeared as he read it. you felt the pleading need for oxygen as you watched his face, already preparing for the worst. your eyes shut unable to watch him any longer.

your letter read:

hi soo!

you know i never thought i’d meet you from our little jjk 0 rerun from back then, but here we are. i just want to say thank you. thank you for watching with me and being one of my best friends. 

i wake up every morning now excited to see the series of photos you send me. i get ready for bed earlier because i can’t wait to just stay on the phone with you until i fall asleep. everyday i look forward to talking to you. 

i hope you know that what i’m about to tell you is not something i ever expected to happen. i didn’t ever want to ruin what we have, but every single time we talk, i end up thinking about you even more. i think about you all the time. you make me laugh. you make me smile. you are my definition of comfort.

i’m so sorry if you do not feel the same way, but i really like you. i can’t help but like you. it almost physically hurts me that i held it in this long (a bit dramatic… i know). it’s okay if you don’t like me back, but i thought meeting you was the best way to tell you my feelings.

i kind of feel dumb writing this and telling you all this when i haven’t had a clue on what you look like. you told me you were handsome, so you better keep your word! actually, i hope it’s not true so if you reject, i’d feel a little better..

i’m going to end this here before i end up crying thinking about the potential of losing you. 

thank you so much for being my friend.

i like you… more than gojo…

love,

y/n