Sharing A Bed With Enha

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request: HI I LOVE UR WRITING <3 can you do what it’s like sharing a bed with enha?

ღ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

ღ WC ! 2k

ღ GENRE ! fluff n’ comedy

ღ WARNINGS ! none

a/n: ty for the request ! i put a lot of thought into each member and what i think they’d be like hehe enjoy <3

// LEE HEESEUNG !

besides when he’s trying to be sneaky and play video games under the sheets, sharing a bed with heeseung is very peaceful

not that you can talk much about his late night gaming habit

he successfully kidnaps you into playing with him at least once a week despite your sad attempts to save your sleep schedule

you’ll both just be lying in bed with heeseungs switch connected to the tv absolutely screaming and firing insults at each other

listen, super smash bros was very serious and intense, romance didn’t matter anymore.

you and kirby were absolute menaces, even though you sadly lost to heeseung and link a couple of times

he just got lucky though 🙄

as for when it’s actually time to go to bed, you guys don’t exactly have a set sleeping position or routine

the most he’ll do is lazily fling an arm over your waist

but usually the two of you just try to find any position that’s most comfortable

if that means hugging each other to death, then so be it

or if it means facing away from each other with limbs all over the place, that’s cool too

if you hadn’t noticed, hee is just very very chill

you’re in for perfect nights 98% of the time with this boy, especially after late night game sessions since you’re both absolutely exhausted

10/10 bed sharing companion <3

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(road)tripping for you | jjk

“it was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.”

— genre: roadtrip! AU, strangers to lovers! AU, only-one-bed! AU, summer! AU, fluff, a bit of angst

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: 31.071

— warnings: cursing, light alcohol consumption, awkward situations, clichés

— playlist: click here

— a/n: alright im happy and incredibly nervous to present this baby !! its completely self-indulgent, cheesy as shit, and not really edited, so i hope you guys enjoy! id also like to thank lira @koocycle​ for listening to me cry about this fic!! couldnt have done this without you! also, this is my entry for @ficscafe​’s exchange event, written for @jeonsweetheart​​ !! i really do hope you enjoy this one and sorry that this is so long! i uh also stalked your blog a bit and was inspired by how you assign a song to every fic, so i did the same! hope you dont mind!! my pick for this au is “safety net” by ariana grande !!  also, the amazing and incredibly talented @st-octavius​ has drawn one of the scene which you can find here!! ​a huge honour, so please check it out and send her lots of love!! do be aware that it contains spoilers for the story!

— lyric: tripping, falling, with no safety net 

The summer is always too short.

The realisation comes to you while you’re waiting in the car and fanning yourself with a make-shift paper fan because the AC broke two weeks ago and you haven’t had the money to get it fixed yet, waiting for Sooyoung who just walked into the convenience store to buy some snacks. 

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lifeguard!jungkook

→ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader 

→ genre: lifeguard!au, surfer!au kinda??, fLuffiest fluff in the entire world, like 1% nsfw and 0.5% angst, a lot of sunscreen, jungkook wears tiny red shorts in this, juice boxes and animal crackers

→ wordcount: 12.6k ish this is a baby fic

→ notes: this was requested a while agO but now that it’s kind of the end of summer i thought i’d post it now!! anyways i want jungkook to give me CPR so i’m going to go and drown myself real quick brb  

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there so if it doesn’t work for some reason (it never works on mobile i’m so sorry) i am sorry don’t attack me)))

there are days where you wish you weren’t friends with taehyung

why?

because he’s energetic literally aLL day everyday

and you are the complete opposite

you are dead most days and only alive when you need to be alive

so when taehyung texts you one day demanding you to change into your bathing suit and pack a bag because he’s taking you to the beach on what is probably the hottEST day of the year

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OH GOD I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY BUT IMMA SHORTEN MY THOUGHTS HI 🏃

first of all AUTHOR DID YOU THINK OF THIS ENTIRE WORLD?? LIKE THE TERM GRISHA AND KETTERDAM AND ALL THE DIFF GANG NAMES BWCAUSE IF YOU DID THAT IS AMAZING? your creativity is literally insane AUGH this whole au is SO UNIQUE AND JUST AHHH as soon as i read assassins i was like YES THIS GOING TO BE GOOD I HAD TO MAKE SOME TEA N EVERYTH8NG 😼😼

i love yeonjun and kai THE WAY EVEN YOUR SIDE CHARACTERS ARE SO LOVEABLE AND INTERESTING TO ME?! when kai was first introduced i was a bit sus but HES ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND HIS ABILITY TO MAKE STUFF IS SOSO FUN ?! and yeonjun being like “darling!! 💖” one second then shooting bullets in the wall the next is just 🙏🙏 I LOVE HIM AND HIS DUALITY him and yuna were so so cool lord

and ofc our mc, absolutely love them they’re so independent and badass, i love their airbending ability thing (i am a huge avatar fan so i was like 😱🙏) and how you incorporated it into the fights?! JUNGWONS THING TO HEAR PPLS HEARTBEATS WAS ALSO SO FCKN CUTE AND INTERESTING I WAS LIKE AWW wait so can he hear whenever yns heart is beating fast around him?! 🤨🤨 SPEAKING OF THE ROMANCE it was the perfect amount!! you still focused on the story but those lil moments of calling each other cute from a distance and blushing i was like AWWWHH THEY’RE CRIMINALS BUT THEYRE SO ADORABLE !! 🥰

MY FAVORITE SCENE WAS LITERALLY YEONJUN AND MC IN THE BAR IM SORRY I JUST THINK THEYRE BESTIES. ANYWAYS AUTHOR YOUR WRITING STYLE IS SO JUST. EASY TO READ AND SO ENJOYABLE and I LOVED THIS A LOT !! PRAYING JUNGWON GIVES YN THAT DAMN DAGGER HE BOUGHT FOR THEM SOON LMAOO

For Any Price

genre; fantasy au, non idol au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff

pairings; gn!reader x jungwon (enha), yeonjun (txt), yuna (itzy), & kai (txt)

synopsis; The most feared assassins in Ketterdam, you and Jungwon have made a name for yourselves. When your creditor comes knocking on your door demanding you pay off your hulking debt immediately or risk being dragged back to the place you escaped, you and Jungwon have to find a way to get that money, and quick. Luckily, you two weren't called the best Grishas of their generation for nothing.

wc; 9.4k

warnings; death, violence, mentions of alcohol

notes; First and foremost, I want to express how sorry I am to leave this FAP crew. No, like I genuinely adore them. Moving on, this is for cici's (@iyeonjuni) power of love collab!! Go check out her works (and everyone who was a part of this collab)! I would also like to thank jas (@crispy-chan) for beta-reading this!! Your comments made me smile so much. (PSA: This fic is based on the Grishaverse. All references made can be explained on the fandom page and other informational texts about the Grishaverse.)

You’re cleaning your collection of knives when you hear a knock on the door of your flat. Reluctantly putting down the dagger you were polishing, you grab two others, tuck them into your sleeves and get up to open the door. You look into the peephole and are met with the sight of a person you’d hoped you’d never see again. You stiffen, steeling yourself before you open the door.

“Nice place you have here _____,” The Slave Pirate sneered at you. You didn’t know his real name and you doubted many people did. Jungwon loved to joke about how cheesy the name was.

“What are you doing here?” you narrowed your eyes at him. He moved to walk past you but you blocked him with your arm, shoving him back. “Answer the damn question.”

“Someone’s on edge,” he said as he looked you up and down. “I’m here to get my money so stop acting like a scared child and move.” 

You glared at him as you stepped aside to let him in. Saints, where is Jungwon, he should be getting back soon. He looked around your living room with his nose upturned. “For someone with a reputation like you two have, I was expecting something luxurious.” 

You ignored his comment. “The final payment isn’t due for another two months. You have no business speaking to me till then.”

He smirked at you, “You forget your place. Some things have changed and I need that final half million kruge each now. You have two weeks. Or else… well the Little Palace will be learning the whereabouts and… occupations of two of their Grishas.” 

You scoffed, holding his stare with the fiercest glare you could muster. “You’d never do that. They find out about me and Jungwon, they find out about you too.” You told yourself that if he ever let slip to the Palace where you were, you’d do whatever it took to hunt him down and mail his parts to the Little Palace yourself. The thought was almost comforting. A question then popped into your head. “How did you find me?” 

“First, like you, I cover my tracks well, so it’d be challenging to find me. And second, I’ve had a person on you two since the day you paid me for new identities.” he sneered as he stood up. “Bet you didn’t expect that one, did you? Pity, your reputation was quite impressive, but I suppose like all things, it’s built on a mixture of lies and truth.” 

You fixed him with a steely glare as you moved to hold the door open. “Save it. Get out,” you ordered. 

You reached to shut the door but he grabbed it before you could fully close it. “You have two weeks,” he said before turning on his heel and walking into the street.

Disgusting piece of scum, I cannot wait till he gives me a reason to get rid of him. You thought to yourself as you sat down at your desk, your knives glittering enticingly in the window light. You grabbed four of them and walked to the other side of your flat, where a giant piece of cardboard was attached to the wall by four small daggers. 

You weaved two of the knives between your fingers, thinking of where to aim them. The cardboard was littered with knife indents and holes, the material used and worn out. Focusing on the air around you, you conjured a vacuum of air from your knife tip to wherever you choose as your target. You fixed your eyes at an empty spot in the bottom right corner and threw them both at the same time, watching as they spun gracefully through the air and landed perfectly next to each other, their ends pointed at you. You moved the vacuum a few feet above them. You threw the other two knives, smiling to yourself as they nailed a perfect landing on the cardboard, their pearl-studded ends the only part visible along with a glint of its steel blade. Throwing knives were almost therapeutic for you, calming your nerves and allowing your mind to hone in on what it did best, take aim. 

You were a Squaller, an Etherealki Grisha. You could summon or control air and gaseous matter, from strong winds, pointed currents or removing/adding air from anywhere. Jungwon was a Heartrender, a Coporalki Grisha. He could control human bodies, manipulating any aspect of a body to his will. You stared at where the second dagger hit, recalling your days training as a soldier of the Second Army at the Little Palace. You had been better than most of your classmates, garnering relentless praise from your teachers, and Jungwon was the same. But you left that place (for good reason) and now your home was here, Ketterdam, the city of trade. Stinky, humid, built-on-a-swamp Ketterdam. 

You grabbed a few more knives from the table and scattered them across the cardboard, turning back to get some more when you heard something from the door. Knock knock. Knock. Knock knock. Jungwon. You sprinted to the door, throwing it open. 

“Jungwon, where the hell have you been? Get in!” you rushed him inside, locking the door before turning on him. “You should have been here thirty minutes ago Won, so you better have a good explanation for where you were.”

He smiled sheepishly as he took off his boots and coat. “I got caught up in something. Sorry _____, it won’t happen again.” 

You scoffed, glaring at him. “You made me deal with it on my own,” you said, sitting down at your table and massaging your temples. 

You felt his eyes on you as you stayed silent, knowing you had something to say. You took a deep inhale and looked up. “The Slave Pirate was just here.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened as he took in what you said. “What? How? Why?” The fact that The Slave Pirate knew where you two lived made him feel uneasy. 

You sighed, staring at the piece of cardboard you loved on the other wall. “He wants the rest of our payments in two weeks.”

“But it’s not due in two months—”

“I know,” you cut him off. “Served along with a threat to expose us to the Palace.”

Jungwon grimaced. He never wanted to go back to that place, not after what happened. “And how’d he find us?” he asked, feeling like you’d know. You always did.

“He has a spy. I think you know who that is,” you said, glancing at him. “Take care of that.” 

Jungwon nodded as he watched you get up and grab your coat and knives. “Got it. And where are you headed to?” he said, throwing a lopsided smile at you.

You smiled back softly. “I have something I need to do,” you walked towards the door before turning back, your lips curling upwards. “And Jungwon? Don’t make a mess.” Torture them for information if you had to and make it a clean kill.

Jungwon grinned, “Don’t worry _____, I’ll make them talk.”

You strolled down the streets of Ketterdam, passing the stalls of exotic fruits and fabrics going for the highest prices tourists would pay. You mostly kept to yourself in this city, some of the only people you were somewhat friendly with were the Dregs. Led by Kaz Brekker, or “Dirtyhands” as they called him, was the most feared gang in the Barrels. No job was too morally repulsive for Dirtyhands and you supposed that’s how he and his group of criminals climbed the ranks so quickly. 

But you weren’t headed towards the Dregs. You turned on the West Road, passing the gambling dens, motels, and pleasure houses of West Stave until you got to the Tiger Club. It was an eye-catching building with red and yellow accents, two tiger statues flaunting the sides of the entrance. You nodded at the bouncer, a big man named Barty, as you walked inside, immediately being hit with the smell of alcohol and cash. It was a busy night with all the tables filled, but you weren’t here to gamble. 

You had left that life a long time ago. On the other hand… it hadn’t been as easy for Jungwon. You sighed internally as you recalled the money he used to waste while gambling. 

Spotting your destination, you navigated your way to one of the bigger tables in the back. You found Yeonjun overseeing a card game, standing a few feet away as you watched him taunting and egging on the rich-looking gamblers so they spend as much cash as possible. Choi Yeonjun, one-half of the Choi Twins. He and Yuna, his twin sister, owned this club. They were skilled sharpshooters with an apparent taste for business. When you first arrived in Ketterdam, you and Jungwon had done many favors for them and maintained a good relationship since. You could always go to them for help. 

After watching Yeonjun work the table a little longer, you walked over to him. “Hey Yeonjun,” you said, nodding at him. 

He spun around, his gelled-back hair not moving an inch. “Darling! I haven’t seen you in a long while,” he exclaimed, grabbing you by the shoulders and directing you to an empty chair at the bar. “You wait here while I finish this up… Hey! You there,” he pointed at a barista and then at you. “Anything they want.”

He winked at you before turning back to his customers. You rolled your eyes. Yeonjun was like this to most people and you being younger than him didn’t help things. You didn’t dislike it though, he was a breath of fresh air in a city like this. 

You sipped the Bellini you ordered, the alcohol mellowing your senses. Your eyes roamed over the room, watching the gamblers spend their savings on the probably rigged games. You enjoyed trying to figure people out at casinos, reading their moods and body language to guess their next move (and their chances). It was like a game to you, a way for you to relax and let your mind wander and come up with different scenarios that explained how they wound up in here. 

A big-bellied man at a nearby table was sweating heavily, eyes nervously darting from the dealer’s hands to a large number of chips in front of him. You guessed he had just gambled too much and was about to pay for it. You chuckled to yourself, moving on to a woman dressed in rubies and gold two tables away from him. She looked Zemeni, with dark skin and a tall, slender build. She smiled confidently as she looked at her fellow players, fingers tapping the side of the table as she waited for the play of cards. You sipped your drink again, raising an eyebrow as two burly men sat next to you, whispering to each other. Bored and drunk, you slightly leaned over to catch what they were saying.

“I can’t believe boss turned down that offer. 3 million kruge!” one said, waving his hands dramatically.

“For what the merchant asked of us, 3 million is a low price… And he refused to up the money so his loss,” the other replied, shrugging. “What was the merchant’s name again?”

“Dedrick, I think.” 

You leaned back into your chair, having heard enough. 3 million kruge… for what kinda job? What was worth that much? You thought to yourself, tapping your fingers on the counter. 

“Darling!” Yeonjun said, sitting down on your other side. “How’s the drink?” he said, waving towards your glass.

“Delicious,” you smiled, leaning in towards Yeonjun. He raised an eyebrow before mirroring you. “Hey, who are those men over there?” you whispered, nodding your head towards them. 

“Hmm,” Yeonjun replied, taking them in. “Look like gangsters… My guess is Razorgulls,” he said, waving at their bodies. “The build. But… want to find out?” 

He flashed a dazzling smile your way before taking out a revolver and sending a bullet towards the wall at the other end of the bar counter. You had barely registered what happened before he was slipping off his chair and rounding the room to examine the dent it made. He rocked on his heels for a few seconds before turning towards the room, looking over the people. He slowly turned towards the two men next to you, walking over to them.

“Men, was this you?” he asked. They didn’t respond, sharing a nervous look as a lazy grin spread across Yeonjun’s face. Then Yeonjun’s expression was stone-cold and menacing, two shiny revolvers pointed at the men’s heads. What a showoff. But it was amusing and slightly frightening to see the Yeonjun most people knew, a sly, quick, deadly man with a talent for inserting bullets where he wanted them. A bit foxy, if you did say so yourself.

“Tattoo,” he ordered, hand unwavering. 

The men couldn’t have rolled up their sleeves fast enough and you stretched your neck to look at their arms. Five birds in a wedge formation. Razorgulls. You turned back to your drink, rolling over this new information in your mind. So why would the Razorgulls turn down that offer… They weren’t exactly the brightest and most decisive gang in the Barrels.

You heard a sound next to you, looking up to see Yeonjun sitting back down in his chair. “That was quick.” He winked at you, though it wasn’t really a wink and more of a delayed blink. You learned early on that one way to know if Yeonjun was distracted was if his winks… weren’t exactly winking. 

“So… what about them?” Yeonjun asked, leaning back and looking over the tables. “You got into a quarrel with their gang or something?” 

You grinned at him, remembering the time you and Jungwon helped Yeonjun and Yuna drive off a group of aggressive Razorgulls a couple years ago. “Actually… I overheard something.” From the corner of your eye, you noticed the two men get up and leave. 

He looked back at you, cocking his head to the side. “Oh really?”

You leaned in again and he did the same, lowering your voice. “Apparently, the Razorgulls were offered a job from a rich merchant, Dedrick, for—” you paused for dramatic value. “ —3 million kruge.”

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows, letting out a low whistle. “I’ve heard that name. I wonder what the job was… or how difficult it was that they would turn it down.”

“Well, I plan to find out,” you said, pushing your empty glass towards the barista. “I need that money.”

“Oh really?” Yeonjun replied, staring at you. “What for?”

“I have debts I need to pay. And soon.” “So do I.”

You grinned at him, gathering your things. “I’ll be back soon. Also, where’s Yuna?” you asked.

“In the back. I’ll tell her you came. And about this new information,” he grinned at you, leaning against the table. “And the bill is on the house.”

You smiled at him, nodding. “Till next time, Yeonjun.”

“Watch your back!” he called after you as you navigated your way to the entrance.

“Before your front!” you replied, as you stepped out into the cold, humid Ketterdam night.

Jungwon groaned as he held his forehead, trying to keep from stumbling in the dirty alley. He had gotten caught up at a casino, going in with a promise to himself and you that he would only spend a maximum of 50 kruge and leaving with a loss of triple that. He winced as he imagined what you’d say if you knew about this. 

“Jungwon?” He heard someone say, drunkenly turning his head towards where it came from.

“Fucking Saints, Jungwon, why are you this wasted?” You. He felt you grab his forearm, steadying him. 

He let out a giggle, sidling up to you. He heard you give a defeated sigh before he felt you stiffen next to him. 

“Jungwon, who the hell is that?” you asked. He followed the direction of your stare to his friend from the casino, Kai. He hadn’t been aware Kai had been following him this whole time. Kai was smiling up at your face, eyes glassy.

“Oh that’s—” he weakly waved toward Kai. “A friend from the… bar I was just at.” His words slurred as he tapped his chin, suddenly remembering something important. “He’s also a Grisha!”

He giggled at your alarmed face, waving his hand again dismissively. “It’s okay, _____. No one can hear us.” It was true, he could hear no heartbeats except for yours’ three. Perks of being a Heartrender. 

He giggled for a third time when you shot him a pointed glare. Everything was funny right now. “Okay…” you said, straightening him up again. “Let’s go home. And you, Kai, get home too.”

“Wait, wait, _____, can he please come with us? I promised him he could stay with us for a night.” He distinctly remembered making that promise, struggling to recall it as his head swam. 

“You know what, whatever. Just start walking.” Your voice felt like it was fading away.

And then the world went black.

Jungwon moaned as he came to, his head feeling like it would split apart down the middle. It was morning, the sunlight filtering in through the window bouncing off the glass of water and pancakes (already drenched in syrup with a big block of butter, just how he liked it, he noted) on the table in front of him. He could hear you opening and closing drawers in the kitchen as he slowly sat up. Across from him was Kai, the boy from last night. He looked a lot better now, wavy blonde hair framing his face as he snoozed peacefully on the couch.

He had met Kai at the casino, the two pairing up at one of the tables. He had responded with glee when Kai showed him his metal-laced playing cards, allowing him to know exactly what cards someone held. He later learned that Kai was a Fabrikator and had grown up on a farm in Kerch. When his parents learned of his abilities, they had hidden him from sight till he turned eleven, when the Grisha testers came to take any Grisha children to the palace. Jungwon had lamented on that part of Kai’s life, wondering how different his own life would have been if he was never tested and taken to the Little Palace. Later in the night, Kai confessed he was currently homeless and Jungwon, with his big heart and fondness for Kai, had agreed to give him a place to sleep, at least for a little while. 

And that’s why he was currently wondering what would be the first things you’d say to him, watching you set down a plate and glass of water for Kai as he munched on his breakfast. You could be frightening when you were angry and while watching that anger directed at others was entertaining for Jungwon, he would rather it was never pointing at him. 

You turned to look at him. “Wake him up and then follow me,” you ordered before walking away to your bedroom. 

Jungwon gulps down the last of his food and walks over to Kai, shaking him roughly. “C'mon, Kai. Wake up,” he said as Kai stirred. He gave him another good shake before Kai let out a huge yawn and sat up. 

He said nothing as he squinted around the room, taking in the place. “It’s nicer than I expected.” He stretched his sore arms, eyes lighting up as he spotted the breakfast on the coffee table in front of him. “Oh! Tell _____ thank you so much for me,” he said as he picked up the fork and knife, digging into the food.  

Jungwon shook his head, smiling as he watched Kai scarf down the pancakes, letting out little sounds of contentedness. “I’ll be back,” he called as he headed towards your bedroom. 

You were sitting on your bed, flipping through a stack of papers. You didn’t look up as he closed the door behind him but stopped sifting through the papers, waiting.

He nervously fiddled with the ring on his left index finger. “So…” he trailed off, stretching out the syllable. . “That’s Kai, someone I made friends with last night. He’s currently homeless so… I thought he could stay here for a while. And you already know he’s a Grisha.”

“What kind?” you responded, still looking at the papers. But your posture slightly relaxed, and he gave an silent sigh of relief. 

“Fabrikator.”

“Hm. I figured. After you passed out, I dragged you home and he followed behind me. But he was very silent. His steps made no sound. I guessed his shoes were Fabrikator-made.”

“Well, you were right! He probably made them himself,” Jungwon exclaimed. 

You got up then, placing the papers down at your desk. “Anyways, while you were bar-hopping,” you shot him a pointed look, “I paid a visit to Yeonjun.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “So did you drink or gamble?”

You turned to him, raising your own eyebrow. Jungwon swore he saw you push down a smile. “You’re ridiculous, you know that.” You rolled your eyes as he gave a playful shrug. “I… I have a plan. To get the money in time. Or half of a plan.”

“Wait, what?” Jungwon blinked. “What kind of plan? …Is Yeonjun involved?”

“Yes, somewhat. I’m still working out the finer details,” you said as you pulled on a leather jacket and newsboy cap. “I’ll be back. There are some chores to do and lunch so don’t forget about that. And keep an eye on Kai.”

Jungwon nodded, watching as you walked towards the door.

You looked back at him, your hand on the doorknob. “I’ll fill you in when I get back, kay?”

He nodded again as you closed the door behind you and listened as your heartbeat got fainter and fainter, till he couldn’t hear it anymore.

You hauled the two overflowing bags of supplies through the door, sighing when you dropped them in the hallway. 

Jungwon was nowhere to be seen but Kai was sitting on your couch, turning a radio over in his hands.

“That’s broken, by the way,” you said, gesturing towards the radio.

“Not anymore,” he smiled at you. “Fixed it.” He tossed it at you and you caught it, switching it on. You raised your eyebrows, impressed, as a channel started playing, some Kerch talk show. 

“Oh,” you said, “Thanks.” You hadn’t known Kai long enough to form a solid opinion of him, but so far… he wasn’t that bad. He had this energy about him, a lightness, that made him seem harmless. He had an oval face with a tall, sharp nose, and dark brown doe eyes. Wavy, blonde hair framed his head, bangs brushing over his eyebrows. Honestly, he was kinda cute. Focus, you told yourself as you shook your head. But another thought fought its way into your mind. Not as cute as Jungwon, though. You didn’t even want to imagine what Jungwon would say if you called him cute. Probably remind you of it. Every. Single. Minute. 

You threw your jacket on the couch, unpacking the bags. Two yards of thick rope, a sewing kit (you wanted to add some knife pockets on each side of your knees), blade polish you had picked up, and other things to restock your supplies. You put them all away, walking towards the kitchen when Jungwon appeared with a tray of food in one hand and one with drinks in the other, shooing you towards the living room. 

You both sit down, Jungwon taking a seat next to Kai. “Ooh, you went all out didn’t you Jungwon? You rarely do this for me,” you exclaimed, grinning as he blushed a bright pink.

“Yes I do, we just don’t usually have much time for lunch,” he mumbled, looking away. He placed the tray on the table before taking a seat, handing you each a plate.

You all ate in silence for some time before you pushed your plate away and looked at the men in front of you.  “Before I go into detail about what we’re going to do, Kai, let this be your only warning that if you betray us: I will not hesitate to kill you.” To Kai’s credit, there was no fear on his face.

You let that sink in for a few seconds before telling them about everything that happened yesterday and today. Meeting Yeonjun, the Razorgulls, the turned-down offer from Dedrick, going to see Yuna today and making a plan with her, and where you all would meet the twins to head over to Dredrick’s house. 

Jungwon fell silent, brows furrowed. “You know… I knew you were cooking up something,” he paused, sighing, “But this is risky.”

You shrugged. “We’ve done much riskier. Like the Exchange raid. And we need the money.” A year ago, you and Jungwon stole sixty thousand kruge from the safes under the Exchange. You chuckled softly to yourself at the memory.

“I could help, I have a few things I’ve been working on,” Kai said, leaning forward. 

Jungwon slowly nodded. “Fine,” he said, looking at you and then Kai, his from morphing into a determined smile. 

“Let’s do this.”

Three hours later, you were hunched on a roof near the merchant’s house in a black cloak, watching the windows for any sign of the man. There was a light on in what you assumed was the master bedroom, moving a few feet to the left to get a better view. The man you saw through the window matched Yuna’s description of Merch Dedrick; tall, burly, and with a brown mustache. You pulled out your small square mirror, flashing it twice. You got three flashes back. Good. You had planned that whoever first spotted Dedrick would signal to the others. You had left Kai at home with instructions to put together his best and a variety of bombs. He had accepted the job with an almost gleeful face. You felt someone crouch down next to you.

“It looks like he’s not alone. There’s a woman in there with him,” Jungwon said.

Yuna arrived at your vantage spot next, leaping nimbly from roof to roof like a cat. “That’s not his wife,” she said, grinning. “It seems the Merch has a mistress. Saint’s, imagine what would happen if his wife knew.”

You tilted your head. This was interesting. “Who’s his wife?”

“A well-known lady from one of the richest families in Kerch. She practically bathes in money. Dedrick? Not so much. It’s only because of his wife that he’s a rich merchant now.”

“And I’m guessing neither she nor her family would enjoy the news of the merchant cheating on her.”

“Not at all,” Yuna replied.

You turned back to the house. “Well,” you said, “That certainly changes things. Jungwon, tell Yeonjun to drop in from the window in the hallway and block the doorway. Go with him. Your powers will make it easier and quieter. Yuna, you’re with me. We’re going to need some time for our lovely talk with Dedrick.”  

Jungwon nodded and got up to join Yeonjun. You looked at Yuna. “Like old times?”

“Whip up a windstorm, _____,” she replied, flashing you a toothy grin. 

You nodded, chuckling. “Let’s do this.”

Yuna moved to the edge of the roof, bending her knees as she measured the distance of the jump into the merchant’s open window. You stood a few feet behind her, focusing your mind on the air around you, the direction of the wind, and the small breeze that ran over your fingers. Air was like a wave, sometimes moving so slowly you couldn’t feel it, and sometimes becoming a harsh crashing force, threatening to throw you off your feet. You sent a small current Yuna’s way, flicking your index finger down as you directed it towards the window. A few seconds later, Yuna gave a nod, and you began counting down. “3, …2, …1!” you said, sending a strong gust of wind at Yuna after the last number. She leaped, stretching herself out like a diver.

And flew like a bird into the window, rolling as she landed.

You chuckled to yourself at the shriek of a man, probably the merchant, before taking a running leap into the house after her.

Jungwon ducked as a club went swinging towards his head. He squeezed his hand, cutting off the guard’s air with his powers. The man clawed at his throat as if he could open a passageway for air, then crumpled to the floor. Across from him, Yeonjun brought down the butt of his revolver on another guard's head, knocking him out. Jungwon arched his hands out, feeling out the heartbeats of the six guards they took out. It felt like a steady drum, underlined by a lively thrumming of life. He grasped onto the six strings of life tangled up in front of him, and pulled, lowering the heart rate of the guards. That should keep them out for a while. 

He heard a yell from the bedroom. You and Yuna must have gotten inside. He didn’t doubt that you could do the job (and do it well) but that didn't keep him from being worried. Friends worry about their friends, right? He shook his head, pushing down the question to the back of his mind. He had a job to do. Yeonjun and he took their positions at either side of the double doors, adorned with golden swirls and intricate patterns. A screaming hawk perched on a branch was carved into the middle, the family symbol of the merchant’s wife. Imagine having all that at your fingers and throwing it away for lust and novelty. 

He felt eyes on him and glanced to the side to find Yeonjun staring at him. Yeonjun gave him a small smile. “Long time no see, Jungwon.”

“Do we only talk to each other on jobs?” Jungwon replied, returning the smile. Yeonjun wasn’t a bad person but… you got along better with Yeonjun than him. He guessed charming and suave plus charming and suave was too much for the universe to handle.

Yeonjun chuckled. “It seems to be so.” He tilted his head at Jungwon. “I’ve been wanting to ask, did you ever give _____ that gift?”

Jungwon blushed a deep crimson at the mention of that. A few weeks ago, while on a job with Yeonjun, Jungwon had come across a Ravkan trader selling draggers. And not just the normal kind, these were bejeweled Ravkan nobility fighting knives, crafted with painstaking attention to detail by a Fabrikator. Yeonjun had confirmed it when he examined the dagger. Jungwon had immediately bought it for you, not caring that his money pouch felt painfully empty. But you weren’t there when he got home and those hours of silence were enough for Jungwon to overthink how you’d react to the gift, eventually putting it away to be gifted at a time where he wouldn’t be so anxious over it. Thus, you never got your beautiful dagger. 

He felt a tap on his bicep, pulling him away from the memory. Yeonjun gave him a knowing look. “When are you going to do something about it?”

He looked down at his shoes, fairly embarrassed. Was he that obvious? He liked to think he hid it well. He didn’t even know when he developed feelings for you, when it went from something platonic to something more. The next thing he knew, all he could think about was you, and it drove him crazy to not be able to figure it out. You were caring and kind to him, sure, but you were also like that to Yuna. And he didn’t think he would survive it if he revealed his feelings and you didn’t feel the same way. He really didn’t.

“Well, I just… not sure about what _____ thinks of me. Or considers me,” Jungwon mumbled.

“They might not show it, but Saints, is it annoying to hear the way _____ constantly talks about you. All praise and mushy stuff,” Yeonjun chuckled. “My point is, they care deeply about you and I think you shouldn’t rule out the possibility just yet.”

Jungwon sighed, throwing his head back. The thought of you praising him to Yeonjun or someone else sent his blood rushing to his face. He’d work up the courage to tell you how he felt… someday.

And as he heard a yelp come from inside the room, this one at a higher pitch, he knew the day was not today.

Yuna was walking over to the other side of the room, near the doorway, hood pulled low. The merchant was gaping at you and his woman… you saw her jump under the covers of the bed. He sputtered, spit flying out and his face red. “Get the hell out of my house! You lowlife thieves!” he exclaimed, enraged. 

You tilted your head at him, flipping a dagger in your right hand. “Calm down. We were sent by the Boss.”

“The Razorgulls boss? Well, tell him that he already refused the job and to get fucking lost!”

“Mm, sorry, no can do. He wants to renegotiate the offer,” you replied cooly. You didn’t know much about the Razorgulls boss actually, probably cause he never shows his face and instead sends his lackeys. 

The merchant—Dedrick—swallowed, throat bobbing. Once, twice, three times. “What I offered was plenty enough.”

“Three million kruge? For a job like that? Don’t kid me.” You kept the details vague, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

And he did. “How hard could stealing the artifact from a museum be?” Bingo. So the job was an artifact.

“What kind of value does the artifact have to you?” 

He swallowed thickly. “A lot.” You guessed so, or else he wouldn’t be emptying his pockets for it.

“The Boss decided to take back the offer. For an additional two million kruge,” you said, keeping your voice firm and steady.

“Two million… five million kruge?! Absolutely not,” he glowered, huffing out his chest.

You shrugged. “The job is not an easy one. Five is quite reasonable. Or perhaps we instead could… I do enjoy a good drama,” you mumble sweetly, a menacing glint in your eyes.

He glared at you, furious. “My personal life is none of the Razorgull’s business.”

“Perhaps, but you look like you need a little nudge in the right direction.” You tilted your head, holding his gaze as you slid a dagger into your palm. “Either your wife finds out about your infidelity or… five million kruge.”

His eyes darted back and forth between you and his mistress cowering behind the desk. “Five million for your silence.”

You grinned at him. “Five million for my silence.”

You memorized the papers that the merchant gave you before you left his house. The blueprint of the Global Museum including its underground safes and the realistic rendition of the artifact you would steal. After having a pleasant chat with Merch Dedrick, you met up with the rest of the crew and updated Yeonjun and Jungwon on what you and Yuna learned. Jungwon was oddly flustered on the way back home but you didn’t pay it much mind past asking him if it was an allergic reaction. He then got even redder and went fully crimson when you called him cute for his reaction. You shook your head, smiling at the picture. Jungwon could be adorable sometimes.

 Jungwon slid through the door, plopping down on your bed. “Done lasering them into your brain?”

“Oh zip it, you should also be memorizing this,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him from your desk.

He popped a piece of pie into his mouth. “Already did, I was waiting for you to look up from that so we could discuss a plan.”

What’s gotten into him today? You thought. Snarkier than usual. You shelved the papers away, getting up to stretch. “This is not going to be an easy job.”

“Obviously, or else Dedrick wouldn’t be offering so much,” he replied, standing up after you. “Also, Kai has something to show you. This way, milady.” He flourished his hands towards the doorway, grinning at you.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, sending a gust of air his way as you walked past him to the living room. 

Kai looked up when you entered, a wild smile alight on his face. “For you and Jungwon,” he said, reaching behind himself to grab a box. He handed it to you. “Open it.”

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, lifting the lid off the box. Inside sat two pairs of arm and leg sleeves, made of smooth dark brown leather. They had lines of small, almost undetectable stitches. You ran your finger across one. Was that… a knife inside? You looked up at Kai, surprised and a little delighted. “What are these?”

Kai grinned at you, standing up a little straighter. “My newest creation. They’re sleeves with thin but relatively long daggers hidden inside the fabric. You release them by pressing down on the button at the bottom of each dagger—except for the wrist ones—you release those by flicking your wrist. They go back in by pressing the button, which you can also use to get them out if you can’t do the flick. The leather is reinforced and impenetrable, and the daggers have been enhanced to stay sharp.”

You looked between him and the box. Once. Twice. And then you gave him the biggest smile you could and rushed forward to hug him. “Thank you, Kai,” you said, and you really meant it. You never liked spending on yourself—mostly from your years being dirt-poor—but this was such a thoughtful gift and so useful. You wanted to dance imagining how handy it would be.

Kai blushed, hugging you back. “It’s the least I could do for giving me a place to stay. I should be saying thank you to you two.” You pulled back from him, instantly feeling a wave of embarrassment for being so over the moon over a practical gift.

“I appreciate it,” you told him, and he nodded. He glanced at Jungwon, weirdly looking away quickly from him. But when you turned to Jungwon, he looked as pleasant as always. Odd.

You walked back to your room, Jungwon hot on your heels. “Can I get a peek at the gifts now? Unless you’ve forgotten it’s not all yours,” he teased, reaching over your shoulder for the box.

“Okay, wait wait.” You set the box down, grabbing the pair with your name on it. It slid on easily, molding around your arms and legs like a second skin. You tried out the wrist knives, flicking your wrist two times before a dagger popped out with a soft zhink. Okay, so it’s more of a curve. You thought, putting it back in and out again. Jungwon was testing his own sleeves, pressing the buttons on his legs. He looked up at you and gave you a smile. “Would I be superstitious to say this feels like an omen from the Saints that we’ll do well? But imagine the Saints blessing a bunch of assassins. How scandalous.”

You smiled back at him. “Scandalous indeed.”

Days later, after creating a plan with the twins, trips to the Exchange to gain a feel of the place, and endless scheming and worrying, you were standing in front of the Exchange. You wore a fluffy, pale pink fur coat that grazed your calves with a wide-brimmed cream hat. You had bright red lipstick on and were sporting bejeweled sunglasses, with rings stacked on your fingers. You fanned yourself in the humid, hot Kerch summer, looking at every part as the rich, classy tourist woman. You squared your shoulders and strutted into the wide glass doors of the Exchange, purse swinging at your arm. You gave yourself a few seconds to act like you were thinking of where to go and walked over to a clerk who looked like he might pee his pants helping customers.

“Young man, is Alfred here?” you drawled, watching as the clerk took you in and gulped visibly. You waited a few more seconds before repeating yourself. “Young man, I asked if Alfred Krum was here,” you snapped, letting the annoyance clearly show through your voice.

“I- Yes ma’am! He’s h-here.” He stood up, wringing his hands with sheer nerves. “L-Let me take you to him.”

You nodded, checking your watch. “I am a very busy woman. Do not waste my time. I need to see Alfred immediately. An empire relies on your efficiency.”

He paused, looking you up and down. “What’s your name, ma’am?”

“Christine Welverd Krum.” The effect was immediate as he gulped again and stared at his desk nervously. “Right this way, ma’am.”

He led you to the elevator. He murmured something to the guards flanking the elevator, and they gave you a long look before nodding at the clerk. The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. The clerk clicked a button and stood in front of you, shifting on his feet. The doors opened and you walked into one of the grandest hallways you had ever been in. The Executive Hall of the Exchange. Even the Little Palace was never this grand. The walls were made of smooth marble, with veins of gold, emerald, ruby, and sapphire running on their surface. Four white doors lined the hall on both sides and at the end stood a door with a gold knocker. A wolf’s head. Fitting, you thought. You and Jungwon had described the people who ran this place as rabid carnivores many times.

You heard someone step behind you and turned around to ask the clerk why he was dilly-dallying around. But then something big and heavy hit the side of your head and the world went black.

You woke up as he was tying you to a chair, being careful not to move and keeping your breathing even. You were stripped down of your designer clothes and accessories and left with the suit you had on underneath. At least you still had the sleeves on. He had brought you to a small square room, dark and gray with the door facing you. You furiously thought through all of your options, clocking your captor—the clerk—rummaging in a desk on the left wall for something. You were somewhat impressed, honestly, he had played you well. Acting the nervous inexperienced youngster so you would let your guard down. But that was enough admiration for now.

You flicked your wrist, feeling the daggers slide out. Let’s make this quick. You swiftly sliced through the ropes, throwing your chair back with force as you used your power to suck the air out of the clerk’s airways, waiting until he dropped unconscious. You tied him up with rope sitting on the desk and took the duct tape from his hand (that he planned on using on you), taping his mouth shut. Good, that should keep him occupied for a while. You dragged him to the back of the room, stretching as you walked over to the door to examine it. It was a slab of steel with a lock and handle. You spotted white paint on the side of the door, like it was painted from the outside and splashed onto the other side. So you were in one of the white rooms in the Executive Hall. Nice, that made things simpler. You looked at the clock above the desk. Four thirty in the afternoon. Shit, you needed to be quick.

You bent down to examine the lock. A Belton lock, more complicated than a standard lock but still easy to pick. You sent a tendril of condensed, thick air, feeling out the pins. You applied pressure to the pins and plug of the luck, mapping out the air. Nothing yet. You adjusted the pressure, lifting the condensed air from the nearest pin and then lowering it back… continuing through the lock to see if you missed any inner pins. Wait, there, a missed pin. You pressed one of the buttons on your leg sleeve, releasing a thin dagger. You turned the lock. Click. You checked the clock again. A minute and thirty seconds. You smirked to yourself.

You focused, feeling the air outside for movement or form. Just the furniture. You opened the door, sliding out and locking it behind you. According to your intel, Alfred Krum, the Exchange head, was at a dinner with some foreign benefactors right now. At four thirty-five, Jungwon and Yuna would meet you in Krum’s office (they would come in through the vents and your disguise as Krum’s niece would quell any questions or interruptions) where you would get into his safe and retrieve the artifact. You would then use your powers to propel all five of you onto the roof, where a helicopter (and Yeonjun, who was the pilot and lookout) was waiting for you (courtesy of an acquaintance who owed you a debt).

You briskly walked to the door and scanned it for cracks and slits. The bottom was sealed but the hinges had a connecting space. You felt around the room, registering the form of two people. Jungwon and Yuna. You sent a breeze into their faces, as you had planned before. The knob turned and then the door, bringing you face-to-face with a frustrated Jungwon.

“You’re late. What happened?” Jungwon asked, moving aside so you could make your way to the back of the office.

“Why do you think something happened?” you replied, lifting the huge full-body portrait of Krum from its place. The safe door glinted invitingly at you. “For someone as rich as him, he’s pretty lax with his security. Businessmen.” Thought their money and name were protection enough.

Jungwon stood in front of you, forcing himself into your view. “Because you’re never late. And you dropped the look.” He gave you a vertical scan to prove his point.

You shrugged. “There was a setback. It’s handled. Or would be if you would move.” That sounded harsh. Stress made you snappy. You pressed your lips together. “Please just let me work,” you said, softening your tone.

His eyebrows furrowed but he stepped back, going to join Yuna on watch. This was a Quad lock, a type that needed the four identical keys to be turned two at a time, but not with longer than a five-second gap, or else you would have to start over. You worked swiftly, forming the key shape with your air, pressing your eyes shut as you pictured the pins in your head. Two clicks as the first locks turned. You quickly worked the other two.

The safe door whirred. And swung open.

You pumped a fist into the air. “I’m in.” you breathed to no one in particular.

The dark room seemed to welcome you.

Jungwon smiled to himself as he watched your excitement at unlocking the safe. You were so cute sometimes. Now was the third phase of the plan, where you and he would secure the artifact and get out with minimal obstacles. He trailed you into the safe, the bright lights flicking on when you stepped into the room, illuminating the various collectibles, souvenirs, and artifacts. The item they were stealing was a hand-sized bone from an animal he couldn't remember.

You spotted it before he did, making a beeline to the right corner of the room. You pulled out a small pen-like gadget from your sleeve, clicking a button that turned on a laser, which you aimed at the glass enclosing the artifact. You seared a perfect circle into the glass, wrapping the artifact in a cloth and throwing it into your bag. He noted to ask for a similar tool from Kai.

You looked at him, eyes sparkling. “Let’s wrap this up.”

He grinned at you. “Let’s.”

You both dashed to the safe door, securing it behind you and putting the painting back in its place. He sped-walked to the window, easing it open. So far, except for whatever it was that you faced, the mission was going smoothly. That just made him more nervous. Jungwon sent a quick prayer for success to the Saints, hoping they’d heed the call from a Grisha in need.

Yuna came over to you two, giving you both a determined look. “Okay, _____, let’s jump this ship.”

He glanced at you to catch you giving Yuna a weak smile, which you stifled when you noticed his attention shift to you. He moved to stand right in front of you, looking you in the eyes. “You got this. You’re the strongest, smartest, most capable person I know. You can do this.”

You stared back at him, the anxiety clear in your eyes. “I just… If I fail, we’ll all die.”

“Then don’t fail,” he replied, grinning at you. “Find an anchor in your mind. Ground yourself. Take it one step at a time.”

You nodded, glancing at the window. “I’ll do that.”

“Good. Now if it motivates you, I have been gambling lately and lying to you about it. So you can’t kill me now, it’s too early.”

You whipped your face towards his, glaring at him. “I’ll make sure your death is to your standards.”

“Appreciated. I can’t die like a nobody,” he winked at you, ushering you towards the window. He’d planned on fixing his gambling addiction (or so he tells himself every time he loses) but if the promise of murdering him worked… he’ll take it. Even if it wounded his soul to see you look at him like that.

“Okay, then-” you were cut off by the sound of shouting outside the office, followed by banging on the door.

“We know you’re in there, thieves. Come out.”

And then he heard the click of a lock turning and the door swung open.

Shit.

The clerk barged in, followed by Alfred Krum and a team of security men.

“You’re more capable than I thought,” the clerk sneered, glancing at Jungwon and Yuna who were flanking you. “And these are your cronies? How cute, the three musketeers.”

You snarled at him, flexing your fingers. “It seems I made a mistake by not killing you last time.”

He didn’t get a chance to respond as you lunged at him, giving him two deep cuts on his thigh. And then the fight began. The man was better than you thought, avoiding a third swipe at his throat. He threw a punch at your face and you nimbly dodged it, bringing your hand up to cut into his shoulder. Blood gushed from the cut and he stumbled back, clutching the wound in agony. You took the pause to scan the rest of the room. Jungwon had a pile of unconscious guards around him, currently taking out the eighth. Yuna was shooting down the ones in the hallway, aiming for their hands and legs. You leaped over the guards, moving towards Krum. He was red-faced and waving his hands wildly, shrieking for backup. You slid behind him and held a knife to his throat.

“This is how this is going to go. You are going to go to sleep and forget this ever happened. And if not…,” you sucked the air out of his lungs, watching as he shook with restraint to not thrash and cut his throat with your dagger. You put the air back into his airways and Krum took gulping breaths. “Understood?”

You inched the dagger away from his throat and he furiously nodded. Jungwon met your eyes, done with the guards and you nodded. Jungwon lifted his hand and Krum swayed, before crumpling to the ground.

Yuna holstered her revolvers, running a hand through her hair. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded in agreement, pocketing your knives. You ran a hand over the window frame, taking a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. You turned to face your two friends, people you’ve known for years, and in Jungwon’s case, would trust with your life. You nodded and they returned it. You moved aside so they could crouch on the window, ready to jump. You stood right behind them. What if I fail? You pushed the thought away. After all, you had a Jungwon to maim.

The city clock chimed for five o’ clock, and on the fifth clang, they jumped.

You leaped out after them and sent all three of you soaring upward through the air.

Assassin of the Air and Wind. It had a nice ring to it.

You fell onto the helipad, tucking into a roll. Jungwon rushed up to you, lifting you up and spinning you as he hugged you so hard you knew what your victims felt like. You laughed and patted his shoulder, “Let me down, Won.”

“Fine,” he said, grinning at you. “That was awesome. I knew you had it in you.”

You grinned back. “Well, a certain someone let me know of my next hit. A very important one, he said.”

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry… I really did try to stop.”

“Well now we’re rich, so all debts are lifted.”

He chuckled, leaning in so your face was inches away from his. “Forgiven, then? For the lying?”

You tilted your head to the side, pretending to think it over. “We’ll see.”

He didn’t respond, staring at your eyes. His gaze slowly lowered, landing on your lips.

You glanced at his. They were smooth, salmon pink, and slightly tilted up at the ends. You forced your heartbeat to stop furiously beating, knowing he could hear it clearly.

Oh, for Saint’s sake, just kiss him.

You put a hand on his cheek and pressed his lips onto yours, swooning at how nice and soft they felt. He stiffened, before putting his hand on the nape of your neck and kissing you back. Your movements were slow and languid, yet still electrifying, and you enjoyed how nice it was to kiss Jungwon compared to your past flings. It was intoxicating, setting the nerves in your lips and brain on fire. He pulled back and smiled softly, touching his forehead to yours. You smiled back, still high from the kiss.

You heard a whoop and clapping, turning to see Yeonjun and Yuna smirking at you two.

“Took you long enough,” Yeonjun chimed, and Yuna nodded in agreement.

She hoisted herself into the passenger seat of the helicopter. “Now, if you’re done snogging each other, we have to leave. Now.”

You both scrambled into the back, strapping yourselves in and securing your headsets.

“Lovebirds, no funny business while I’m flying. Especially you, Airbender. I don’t need you to get excited and send us flying off course.” Yeonjun deadpanned into the microphone.

You chuckled to yourself, watching as the helicopter lifted you off of the ground. Jungwon entwined his fingers with yours, tilting his head to the side in playful question.

You laughed and stretched your arms, turning towards him. “Forgiven,” you mouthed to him.

He beamed at you and squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

EPILOGUE

You flipped through papers, checking off every Grisha still left in Kerch. It was months after your Exchange job, collecting your money and paying off your debts to the Slave Pirate. Kai had taken his share and moved out, opening a gadget shop that attracted youngsters and eccentrics from around the world. The twins’s business was booming, becoming one of the biggest names in Ketterdam.

You and Jungwon had begun a Grisha safety-and-smuggling practice, keeping an eye on all the Grisha in Kerch and helping those who wanted to leave sail undetected to Ravka. You heard the door open and close and got up to meet Jungwon in the living room. He dropped the bags he was carrying next to the kitchen, slumping onto the couch.

“Tired already?” you teased, sitting down next to him. You ran your fingers through his hair and he visibly relaxed, melting onto the couch.

“That was like… seven delivery trips. I’m spent,” he smiled at you, “But worth it.”

You hummed in agreement. “Well… there’s some chocolate ice cream in the back of the ice box.”

The words “chocolate ice cream” seemed to breathe life into him and he jumped up, round eyes sparkling as he stared at you excitedly. “Say no more.”

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AUTHOR. im so so sorry this si going to be a messy long thing of rambles that may scare you buT I HAVE TO LET MY THOUGJTS OUT RN!!!!!

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http://do-u-luv-me? ➢ yang jungwon.

SYNOPSIS ♡⃛ in which you didn’t expect your secret admirer from your bubblegum kpop blog ( predominately made for hit girl group ‘girlDoll’ ) to be one of your obnoxious classmates: soccer playing slacker yang jungwon.

[ word count : 16k ]

PAIRING ♡⃛ yang jungwon x reader

GENRE ♡⃛ fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

WARNINGS ♡⃛ traces of bullying, light swearing

a/n: hii :>> i’m back again but with a nice, soft piece this time to cleanse your pallet hehe ♡ ( it’s so long im sorry T-T ) id love some feedback if you enjoy this fic, i adore hearing your thoughts :-) all interactions are deeply appreciated but reblogs are highly encouraged! :> thank you for your support and happy reading. :> ♡

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▹ 7:34am | forgirlDoll: GUYSSSS!! guys..?.?? did anyone else see the girldoll tour announcement T-T thinking about going to the seoul one but the tickets are gonna be so expensive LOL.

httpmoonyi → forgirlDoll: I WISH THEYD COME HERE. I WANT TO SEE MY LOVE MOONYI!!!!!!. :(

kokoluvr → forgirlDoll: STOPP I SAW THAT?? and ikrrr the utter audacity to price those tickets so high when god knows i’m broke 😌 love that for me

forgirlDoll → kokoluvr: i know :(( i’m so sad i wanna be able to see ireun up close. ALL of them up close. but it’s ok i shall stream the tour illegally somewhere :D don’t tell anyone tho

kokoluvr → forgirlDoll: YEESS same imagine looking at koko irl 🤤 literally so depressed rn . remember u said next time they go on tour me n u were going tho 😏 huh huh…??? 😏

kisses4ireun → forgirlDoll: let’s go together. just you and me.. i’ll buy your ticket ^_^

your heart skips a beat at the sight of kisses4ireun’s comment on your post.

forgirlDoll → kisses4ireun: wait really :( i’d love to go with you juyang but it’s gonna cost so much T-T

kisses4ireun → forgirlDoll: i don’t care i just wanna see my favorite girl group with my favorite girl :(

forgirlDoll → kisses4ireun: JUYANGGGG 😭

you slam your laptop closed shut on top of your striped pajama-clad thighs, your palms flying up to your heating cheeks to cover the expanse of your face. your heart was pounding loudly against the cage of your chest like it always did when chatting with kisses4ireun, better known as juyang.

ever since you made the girlDoll fanpage back in june of last year, juyang has never left your mind. about a week in to making your blog, you got the notification of user kisses4ireun following you. he’d like all of your posts and comment on all of your stuff, and soon, it blossomed into a brilliant cyber relationship. he had private messaged you first about a month in, furthering your friendship even more and bonding over your love for girlDoll. it was nice, you thought, but the more you talked with him the more you tumbled down the hole of infatuation. that idea was growing rather scary to you, considering you’ve never seen each other’s faces.

but somehow, you didn’t really mind.

just the thought of you and juyang finally meeting each other at one of girlDoll’s concerts did nothing but slightly drive that fear away. you didn’t wanna get your hopes up too much though, because securing those tickets were indeed not set in stone.

you let a soft sigh pass through your parted lips, dry and cracked from slumber, the heat from the sun gleaming through your bedroom window tingling at the hairs against your exposed arms. you lift your laptop open one last time to non-shamefully check for another notification from your web crush, your heart flipping in your chest as you read his latest reply.

kisses4ireun → forgirlDoll: i just know you’d be the prettiest girl there. 😊 next to ireun of course

you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to yourself that his comment made your insides instantly turn to mush. you tried to ignore the increasing speed of your concerning heart rate, pursing your lips into a line as you drag your cursor over to his reply to press the heart button. you knew you were running out of time to get ready for school, and with the sound of loud, rhythmic pounding against your tin metal roof, you knew it wasn’t gonna be a very pleasant — nor dry — tuesday morning.

so with an unenthusiastic sigh rolling out with a pitiful breath, you swing your tired legs over the side of your bed, the bottoms of your bare feet making contact with the hardwood of your bedroom floor. you lazily make your way over towards your closet, where you throw on the nearest rain-protective hoodie you could find. once you’ve adorned yourself in the appropriate outerwear, you make your way out of your front door with the slick strap of your heavy backpack over your shoulder. with the hard clunk of your black boots against the brick of your porch steps, you lift the hood of your sweatshirt up over your hair and squint your eyes up at the darkening sky.

your ears are suddenly met with the boisterous noises surrounding you and your figure amidst the outside world. with one step against your sidewalk, your curious eyes travel around the proximity of your own neighbourhood; loud engines of eager vehicles just trying to get to work on time. the loud, adolescent voices heard from your designated bus stop just around the corner. the cold, wet droplets of rain that seep through the soft material of your hoodie and melt into your hair. you let an unpleasant grunt escape your lips as you make your way down the lonesome sidewalk, hugging your arms to your chest for warmth.

the one thing that runs fluently through the files of your brain as you mentally curse at the swirling gray clouds above you, was the dreaded fear of seeing… him. everything else about your neighborhood you absolutely adored. the friendly neighbors, the variety of flowers that lined the sidewalks, the refreshing sounds of chirping birds on tree limbs and the jingling chains of a leash around a pacing dog’s neck. everything you’ve grown to love about living here. the one thing that held you back from fully embracing just the most wonderful place to live in your city of seoul, was the equivalent to dog poop on the bottom of your shoe. yang jungwon.

oh, did he get on your last nerve. not only did you have to deal with him at your hellhole of a school, but you also were blessed with his unnerving presence basically in what was supposed to be the comfort of your own home. that’s right, just two blocks away from you sat the taunting institution that reigned a habitat to your worst nightmare. you can’t even stand to look in its direction without that flea of a boy invading the privacy of your mind. his atrocity of a home wasn’t much of a jewel to look at, either. the bright blue shutters against the muddy brown tones of the exterior. shivers.

so like any sane person would do with eyeballs and a sensible knowledge of a tasteful color pallet, you avert your eyes from jungwon’s residency of death as you turn the last corner on your block. a deep inhale rises at your chest as your crowded bus stop approaches your line of sight, tightening your firm grip around your backpack straps.

and like a predator on the prowl, your eyes bounce through the clutter of students circling the end of the sidewalk in sight of he-who-shall-not-be-named. luckily, the results of your student scan deems affirmative. not a hair of his annoying head in sight. as if a weight had been lifted from the curves of your shoulders, you quicken your pace to join the crowd of students in their phone centric bus waiting.

the light breeze of october wind nips at the soft skin of your cheeks and nose, scrunching said nose up as if that’d produce any sort of heat inside its cartilage. you decide to plant your feet at the very outskirts of the student circle, comforted by your lone person. you thread your arms across your chest and peer out at the surrounding houses that trickle down the curves of the road, admiring the lazy wave of orange splotched trees that hide homes behind their spindly figures. your brain had drifted up somewhere in the clouds when a quick tap on your shoulder awakes you from your dreamy sight-seeing.

you quickly throw your head back at the source of the sudden taps, your curious eyes meeting the ones belonging to your friend, yeoul. aka, user kokoluvr from your blog. “hey, y/n.” she greets you, a pink lipped smile curving up the side of her thin lips. you admire the wind-nipped pink of her cheeks and nose, watching as strands of her black hair drift in front of her squinted eyes. your own eyes dart down to the faded blue color that outline her lips, which were tightened around the end of a blue lollipop. you watch as she lifts a hand up to grip the end of the candy’s white stick, slipping it out of her mouth to continue her words. “i come with amazing, wonderful news.”

“yeah?” you question, raising your thin eyebrows up into your forehead. “i’d love to hear it.” you let a half curve spread to your own pink lips as you study yeoul’s small, rounded features, watching her slip her blue lollipop back into the cavern of her mouth.

“so, this morning, after we chatted on your blog,” she begins, placing a hand to settle on her hip. “i went ahead and looked at ticket prices. people are saying they might lower them this year because of covid. isn’t that just freaking amazing?” she quickly goes to grab both of your shoulders, shaking them softly as she raises her thick eyebrows inches from your face. “you still wanna go with me, right?”

a pang of guilt shoots up your spine at the sincerity of her question, flashes of juyang’s comments displaying inside your brain. “ah,” you chuckle nervously, placing your own hands on top of yeoul’s broad shoulders. “uh… i don’t know… i need to see what the prices are actually. when the dates are finally released, you know?” god, you’d rather see your all time favorite group with a random boy you met on the internet then with your own childhood best friend? who you’ve actually seen in the flesh plenty of times? it was honestly a joke how much you’d disregard the latter.

you watch as yeoul’s expression falls. “oh, yeah, i know.” she mumbles softly, her eyebrows threading together. she slowly lets her hands fall back to her sides, lifting an arm up to run her fingers slowly through the fringe of her hair. “i just thought,” she shrugs, “you’d go with me anyway. even if the tickets are pricey. it’s like, a one time opportunity, you know…..?”

you suddenly begin to zone out from yeoul’s distant words once she had stepped a few inches to the side, your eyes catching something you wish you never noticed. behind her, on the far side of the sidewalk, to your dismay, sat yang jungwon on the bus stop bench. you couldn’t help but tense your body and keep your eyes locked on his figure in horror, observing the boy. he was leaned over with his elbows propped on his knees, a black leather jacket hiding a soft beige sweatshirt, the hood of it feathering over his soft black curls. his phone was secured between his hands and a white earbud cord traveled from the end of it and up into his ears.

you swallow thickly in your throat. “y/n?” you hear yeoul question, muffled by the approaching roar of the bus engine behind you. “did you hear what i said?” your eyes flick back over to yeoul’s displeased expression, a pout to her glossy lips as she eyes you sorrowfully. “you’d rather go with your little internet boy toy, right?” a soft heat flames to your cheeks.

“what? no, that’s…” you force a short chuckle to burst pass your lips. “that’s….” you’re interrupted by a loud, exaggerated sigh that blows right into your face.

“save it,” yeoul mumbles unenthusiastically, beginning to edge past you to make her way towards the bus that had just arrived at the sidewalk. “let’s just get on the bus.”

“yeoul….” you continue anxiously, as you file in behind her to head up the bus steps. “no, i mean— i said i’d go with, you right?” you chuckle nervously, as you thread your way down the aisles of seats. you follow your dark haired friend into a seat located in the back left of the bus, setting your backpack into your lap with an exasperated sigh.

“yeah, but,” yeoul grunts, leaning her side into you to reach into her back pocket, grabbing out her tangled ball of ear buds. “i can see the look on your face. you’ve changed your mind.” she lets a mock pout jut out at her lips, her long eyelashes batting down as she trains her eyes on the ball of cords, trying to untangle them carefully with her slender fingers. “all for internet boy. y/n, what if he’s a catfish?” she raises her eyebrows over at you briefly, before plugging the end of her earbuds into the bottom of her phone that she had placed on her lap. you roll your eyes at her comment, glancing over at her to examine the bulge of her lollipop pressing against her cheek. “what if you two meet at the concert and he’s a 90 year old white man with an asian fetish?”

you scoff annoyingly at your friend’s words, nudging her softly in the arm with your elbow. you hear soft air tumble from her nostrils in the form of a quiet giggle, nudging you right back into your own bicep. “he’s not a catfish….” you mumble with heat flooding to the tips of your ears, eyes looking out across the bus aisle. your eyes subconsciously roam around the vicinity of the vehicle and around at all the variety of peeking heads, an anxious pang to your stomach as you dreadfully search for that dark haired boy.

the words that yeoul had begun feeding into your ear merged with the ringing in your ear canal, eyes locking right with jungwon’s. his body had been turned to you, just a few seats in front of your eye view, a squeamish smirk to his pink lips that etched dimples into the apples of his cheeks. your heart immediately pounds against your ribcage in horror, wondering just what was going through that unpredictable boy’s mind. “y/n,” you hear yeoul begin, her body leaning forward to rummage into the front pocket of her black backpack that she had sat into her lap. “do you want this red lollipop? i won it during a kahoot game in history class yesterday, but i honestly hate cherry flavor….”

“sure.” you absentmindedly mumble, tensing with the inability to look away from jungwon. you widen your eyes quickly at him, before he swivels back forward into his seat. dread quickly fills to the brim of your stomach, your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. did yang jungwon really just miss an opportunity to verbally irritate you? you’re confused, that’s for sure, feeling yeoul’s fingers around your wrist as she places the lolipop into the palm of your hand.

“here.” she mumbles, sighing as she glances up at your distracted expression. “don’t thank me or anything.”

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you thought god had finally been on your side when you experienced absolutely zero interruptions from yang jungwon your whole entire bus ride. it was a pleasant surprise to you at least, a sudden jitter to your step as you made your way down the black, metal steps of the bright yellow vehicle. maybe, just maybe, you think, as you spin the stick of the red lollipop now nestled between your lips. maybe today is the day yang jungwon finally stops messing with me.

but that thought soon crumbles itself up and is thrown miserably into the trashcan of your failed positive thinking approach. i mean, how dare you want good for yourself? you should’ve known yang jungwon would never let that happen. as soon as you stepped foot through the double doors of your school, your dear friend yeoul now parting ways for her own class needs, you feel a heavy arm harshly fall across your shoulders.

shit. “good morning.” jungwon’s soft, teasing voice mumbles right at your ear, his strawberry flavored bubblegum wafting it’s scent right into your nostrils. you mentally grimace, clenching your jaw before only letting out a small, exhausted sigh in reply to his faulty greeting. “what, you’re not gonna say it back?”

“no.” you simply reply, letting the boy shake your shoulder with little force. you hear an airy giggle emit from his rounded nostrils as dimples tick into his cheeks, his free hand going to stuff itself into the pocket of his black leather jacket.

“i’m going to guess your morning was not good. do you want to talk about it?” and for half a second you almost believed the mock sincerity in his innocent, soft tone, one that disguised his true, devious intentions with your emotions.

“no.”

the two of you quickly file passed brushing shoulders of the crowded corridor, your grip on your backpack straps going clammy as your fingers tighten around the material. a teasing scoff tumbles from between jungwon’s pink lips as he threads his dark eyebrows together. “aw. well, i got something that will make you talk to me.”

you don’t reply to him, awaiting his next words with anticipation eating away at your stomach lining. you hear a slow, dreadful inhale rise at jungwon’s chest, before he exhales rather dramatically. “your good friend might’ve told me you’re a…..” he leans in closer to your ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “.. a girldollie.”

the gears of your brain suddenly shift to a squeaky halt, your chest feeling like it could bust open any second and send your heart flying out all onto the floor, in all its bloody, pulsing glory. “who….” you force out between your lips, your whole entire body flaming with shameful heat. “who…. told you that?” jungwon only softly shrugs, a bubblegum bubble slowly inflating from between his puckered lips.

his gum bubble pops with a soft click and you can feel the sweat beginning to bead along your brow, his arm growing warm and heavy around your shoulders. “hey, it’s okay.” he begins in a low tone, you feeling a lump growing in the pit of your throat. “if it’s true, i won’t judge you. i mean, we all have our terribly flawed, embarrassing interests. it’s totally normal.” god, you want to jump on this walking punchbag and beat the utter crap out of him.

“jungwon, i’m not in the mood. i’m gonna be late to class if you don’t get away from me.” you begin with furrowed eyebrows, your lips dipped into a frustrated frown. you were beginning to feel tears blur at your waterline, and the annoying rubbing thing this boy was doing to your shoulder was only pushing you over the edge.

“i’m sorry if i hit a nerve.” you hear him say through an amused curve to his lips, his gaze veering down towards you and fixating on the red lollipop between your cheeks. “i’ll leave you alone. thank you for the goodbye gift though, y/n.”

your brain swells with confusion, your eyebrows tense above your eyes as you part your lips. “what are you—”

jungwon then swiftly slips your lollipop from out of your mouth, and transfers it between his own lips. you can do nothing but watch the boy in shock, the color draining from your face. “mm, cherry…” he mutters, swishing the red candy ball between his cheeks. you pout as you watch him begin to slide away from you, his hands digging back into his pockets as he strides forward along the hall. you watch him throw his head back at you with an amused tilt of his lips, his eyebrows perched high above his sharp eyes. “don’t be so shy about your love for girldoll.” he calls over to you through a dimpled smirk, your lollipop wedged between his cheeks. he cups his hands around his mouth in a mock attempt to amplify his voice. “it’s kinda cute.. maybe.. a little! not really!”

you mentally curse out his stupid cute face and his stupid cute nose scrunch and his stupid cute tongue that pokes out between his perfect teeth. you were well aware he was teasing you, but how can one look so cute while doing it?

with your class just up the last flight of stairs at the end of the hall, it took everything in you not to turn around and walk right back out of the school. you were embarrassed, oh so embarrassed, absolutely positively humiliated. you cross your arms over your chest down the emptying hallway, forcing back your tears as you slowly stomp your way up the stone steps. unfortunately, you don’t think the miserable treatment from yang jungwon was ever going to end, especially not with this kind of pathetic information that he could use against you anytime and anywhere and absolutely obliviate you. oh, yeoul is gonna get it big time.

all throughout class, as you bobbed your foot impatiently against the blue tiled floor, your balled fist clenched up against your temple, you could only focus on the utter rage you felt with your friend. yeoul was the only person who’s ever known about your love for the bubbly pop trio, considering she was a big fan of theirs too. just how on earth did that ever come up between her and jungwon? your temples were starting to pulse with frustration, all the unanswered questions floating inside your mind like freshly blown bubbles, ones that would never pop. so once that lunch bell finally rang against the core of your eardrums, you flew out of your seat faster than anyone could say ‘i hate yang jungwon.’

entering through those cafeteria doors, heavy breaths heaving from your chest from just how fast you ran straight there, you immediately head towards you and yeoul’s usual round table in the left corner of the cafeteria, right next to the big window. you ignored the slight growl of your stomach and link your arms over your chest, your brows furrowed tight above your eyes. you can feel the stares that are pointed directly at your raging figure, highly aware of how much you look like a bratty toddler right now stomping through the cafeteria.

just a few more feet and you’ve spotted your prey, her long dark hair pulled up into a stupid high ponytail that accentuates her snake-like features. just a little bit closer and you watch her edge her plastic spork into her mouth, almost spotting the slithering hiss off her forked tongue. “yeoul.” you finally breathe, plopping right beside her onto the empty, blue metal stool.

her spork had halted its route at her ajar lips, her eyebrows perching high above her eyes as she snaps her gaze over towards your displeased expression. she darts her eyes quickly to the side, and you can hear the conversation the rest of your friends were having slowly fade to a whisper at your disgruntled appearance. “… yes? are you okay, y/n?”

“why did you tell yang jungwon i liked girldoll?” you whine in a whisper to her, grabbing her by her broad shoulders. “do you know what you’ve done to me, yeoul? why? why?” you groan as you lean over to let your head fall right against her chest, your eyelids squeezing shut. you feel an awkward pat to the back of your head. “why…. oh, why…my life is ruined….”

“y/n,” yeoul chuckles softly, tapping her fingers against the back of your head. “i’m sorry. it wasn’t on purpose. ms. rhee put on a playlist during our geometry quiz yesterday and heart eyes luv came on. and…. i might have accidentally mumbled a, ‘oh, me and y/n love this song,’ and he…. heard me.” you let another strangled groan string from your lips against the material of yeoul’s brown sweater, hearing another giggle breathe from her nostrils. “i’m sorry. i understand if you’re mad at me.”

“no it’s just,” you sigh sorrowfully, slowly straightening your spine back up. you run your fingers through your hair and fixate your gaze onto yeoul’s salad in a daze, your cheeks puffing with air as you nibble on your bottom lip in thought. “he’s never gonna let this go. like, ever. i might as well just walk to the end of the bus lot today and let all of the busses run me over one by one. until i’m just a sheet of mush flattened into the asphalt.”

“that’s rather…. graphic. don’t do that.” yeoul shakes her head disapprovingly at your words, setting her spork down against her salad bowl. she turns her torso to completely face you, letting her hand rest on your shoulder as she ticks her chin down at you. “listen. if jungwon bullies you about it to the point you want to become human cement, then just tell me. i’ll knock the lights out of him.” she shakes your shoulder softly for effect, causing a brief smile to curve at your lips. “remember in middle school i was on the girl’s wrestling team? yeah. and guess who wasn’t. yang mother-effing jungwon.”

you chuckle lazily at her comment, the growl of your stomach only making your terribly soiled mood even worse. “fine. i’ll let you knock the lights out of him, i guess. but if you get suspended… i’ll act like i don’t know you.”

“that’s fair.” yeoul sighs, letting her arm fall back onto her lap. she twists her torso back towards her salad and picks up her spork, stabbing a few pieces of lettuce out of her bowl. “anyway, y/n, go get some food. your stomach sounds like an injured animal.”

“fine,” you grumble, slowly slipping off your stool and rising to your feet. “but if they’re only serving nasty salad, you owe me ten bucks for making me eat a nasty salad.”

yeoul rolls her eyes playfully at your comment. “i would never do such an awful, terrible, inhumane thing to you.”

“shut up.”

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the bus ride home was absolutely miserable. you had beat yeoul to the window seat, fortunately, and rested your forehead against the glass to gaze out the window rather dramatically. with earbuds in your ears, — shared with yeoul, of course — sugary lipz by girldoll blowing out your eardrums, your will to live slowly decreases to about a 2 percent. you could practically feel jungwon’s piercing stare in your direction, even though the seat in front of you should’ve shielded you safely from his devil laser retnas. you could have just been paranoid, but it’s better to be safe than sorry in times like these, right? especially when your well rounded reputation was on the line all because of your manic obsession with glitzy mid-20 year old teeny boppers.

once you part with yeoul at your bus stop, quickly making sure you head far enough down the sidewalk to miss an unwanted conversation with yang jungwon, you finally can let yourself relax. comforted by nothing else other than the sound of wind rippling through soft orange leaves and the soft clunks of your black boots against the concrete. you can finally exhale. now, as you mentally move on to the next part of your day, you’re ashamed to admit that thinking about texting juyang had lifted your mood a copious amount. is that pathetic? you still weren’t even sure.

so you settle into your usual striped pajamas and your giant black t-shirt that you’re not necessarily sure has been washed recently, ( it smells a little…. salt-ish? did you recently work out or exert yourself to the point of sweating? you don’t think you have… weird.. ) and you settle your back comfortably against your wooden bed frame. you let a satisfied sigh roll out between your lips as you lean over towards your bedside table to click your lamp off, straightening back up to lift the lid of your laptop that you’ve placed on top of your lap. the immediate brightness of the screen causes you to scrunch your face up, opening up a tab to login into your blog.

it’s times like these that you admire the most; relaxing in the comfort of your bed, maybe perhaps a glass of apple juice on your beside, nothing but you and your computer. you can aimlessly post and rant about all things girldoll without any interruptions. it was nice, an escape from your reality, the one that so unfortunately has yang jungwon included in it. you’re just happy your online reality has absolutely no trace of that godforsaken boy. ah, paradise.

your heart pangs inside your chest once you’ve scrolled through your notifications, eyes catching glimpses of their content. replies to your post about moonyi’s scandalous outfit choice for their recent promo, people tagging you in videos of ireun cute compilations. the notif you’re most love struck for though, is that number one flashing from your inbox icon. your heart flutters as you drag your cursor eagerly over towards it.

────────────────────────── ⍈ 3:22pm • kisses4ireun: hey 😊──────────────────────────

just the one word was enough to make your bones turn to goo.

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: hey :) wow you texted right when i came on. r u watching me :o

kisses4ireun: haha idk maybe i am.. check outside ur window >:)

forgirlDoll: noo i don’t wanna get up pls don’t kill me lol T-T also juyang i had a terrible day today :((

kisses4ireun: oh noooo. why what happened?

forgirlDoll: well there’s this really annoying boy at school who’s been messing with me for years and im just so over it it’s gotten to the point i don’t even wanna go to school anymore. it’s someone i also used to really have a giant crush on but that was before they started messing with me T-T idk what happened i’m just so. ughhh

kisses4ireun: oh i’m so sorry :( is he bullying you badly?

forgirlDoll: well it’s not even bullying it’s like playful teasing i guess :/ but it’s still harsh!!

kisses4ireun: ohhh. maybe this boy has a crush on you. sometimes that’s how they show it. you don’t still like him right? (the correct answer is no….)

forgirlDoll: lol idk he’s got a funny way of showing it then 🤷‍♀️ also.. ughhhh i mean idk. maybe if he wasn’t so mean to me T-T i like you more tho juyang ;)

(kisses4ireun hearted this message ❤️ )

kisses4ireun: good that’s what i wanted to hear ^_^ 😆 don’t leave me for mean boy i can treat you so much better

(you hearted this message ❤️)

kisses4ireun: oh also tickets go on sale tomorrow!! i’m gonna visit the site and i might order them if you still want to go with me… 👀

forgirlDoll: aghh i need to think about it T-T but i’ll tell you tomorrow!! i’m gonna do my homework and we can talk later. bye juyang :( <3

kisses4ireun: okay 😊 talk to you later and don’t let that crush on mean boy come back before i even see you 😢

(you hearted this message ❤️) ──────────────────────────

you let your eyes linger on your exchanged messages for just a minute longer, your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. you could feel the heat that was blooming up your cheeks and neck, your heart still erratic against the comfort of your ribcage. the amount of serotonin that was flooding through your body over a simple three minute text convo was almost laughable, but right now, you didn’t care. you were absolutely smitten for this boy, you can finally admit to yourself. there really was no hiding it. why did he make you feel this way so much? why is one simple greeting enough to give you a power surge of adrenaline that could leave you running a marathon for a week? you didn’t know exactly why, but one reason, you hated to admit to yourself, was sticking out to you in the back corners of your brain.

maybe, just maybe, it was because he reminded you of the old yang jungwon. he reminded you of how he used to treat you before he switched like a light. he reminded you of why you fell in love with jungwon all over again, feeling deja vu from every heart flutter, every heat flash, every painful cheek smile. the more you reminisced on how lovely yang jungwon had once been to you, the sadder you became. why did he turn so hateful? and maybe the reason you did keep in touch with juyang, was because you missed that yang jungwon so much. as much as you hate to admit, you knew it was true. as you scroll up through your conversation, you read over one particular message over and over in your brain. maybe he has a crush on you. sometimes that’s how they show it.

there really was no other reason as to why he started teasing you out of the blue. did jungwon have a crush on you? you could barely believe it the more you thought about it, and the subtle shake of your head and the furrow of your brows only led you to conclude that that just couldn’t be the case. it was utterly impossible. how could he ever be into someone who listen to girlDoll? someone who has karaoke battles to children’s songs at lunch? someone who trades pokémon cards with the ninth graders on the bus? no, it could never happen, not in any reality, not in any dimension, not on any earth. that was the sad part, yang jungwon will never ever have a crush on you. that fact affected you more than it even should.

and as you open up your math notebook and grab your pencil, the guilt from your conjuring thought slowly creeps up your spine. well if reality jungwon will never like me, then i might as well take a chance with internet jungwon. besides, the more i imagine jungwon on the other side, the more butterflies i have. sure, it’s hurtful to juyang who really does care about me, but up until we meet up, he is jungwon. and i’m more happy with that then i should be.

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well, fuck. you wish yeoul, who was standing all the way on the other side of the bus stop chatting it up with some girl she found out also listens to girldoll, would come and save you from the malevolent clutches of jungwon who stands just a few inches away from you. god, you wish you knew who had tapped on your shoulder before you turned around.

“hi, y/n.” he greets you softly as he stuffs his hands into the top pockets of his brown cargo jeans. you watch his wide dimpled grin spread across his round cheeks, his thick eyebrows perching amusingly up behind locks of his black fringe. “are you mad at me?”

you immediately wilt the curves of your lips into a frown, your eyebrows threading frustratingly above your eyes. “for what? do you not have any friends to talk to?”

“pointing out your girldoll addiction.” he says softly, leaning his weight on his left leg. you watch as his tongue slips out between his pink lips briefly, his eyes flickering around the features of your stoic face. “your friend told me you were angry with me. you look…. super mega pissed off.”

you inhale sharply through your nose, stuffing your fists into the pockets of your hoodie. it’s too early in the morning for this. “it doesn’t even matter if i am or not, jungwon.”

“they must mean like, a lot to you. seeing how upset you are that i found out.” you watch his stupid defined chin as he ticks it up at you, running a slow hand through his hair before peering down at you through his half lidded eyes. “almost like you didn’t want me to know. like you care about what i think.”

“i’m going to throw the heaviest book i have in my backpack right at your stupid face.”

you watch as he clicks his tongue with a mock realization, the slowing curve of his lip pushing a dimple into his cheek. “i think i know what it is..” he rasps low in his throat, slipping his hand out of his pocket to point his finger lazily in your direction. you’d be lying if you said your heart rate didn’t sky rocket. “you think we’re friends.”

your cheeks heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. you tsk your tongue slightly against the roof of your mouth, raising your eyebrows curiously at his smug expression. “absolutely not.”

“then why do you look so nervous? huh? did i hit the target spot on?” he scrunches his nose at you and you watch his adam’s apple dip into his throat with a hushed, deep chuckle. you sigh dramatically as you reach into your hoodie pocket to pull out your earbuds, clicking the end of them into your phone. “no. wait, unless…” he leans over to rest his hands on top of his knees in thought, the furrow of his dark brows tightening as he tongues the inside of his cheek. “… you have a crush on me.” he whispers as he peers up at you through his thick eyelashes, another obnoxious smirk curving up the side of his lip.

“i’m not talking to you anymore.” you grumble at him before throwing his cocky face a sharp glance, pushing your earbuds into the soft holes of your ears. you can hear the soft voice of jungwon’s words as he straightens his spine back up.

“that’s so flattering, y/n.” you hear him say to you, as he threads his arms over his chest. “but i think i’m gonna have to pass on that one. i don’t really get along with girls who listen to girlDoll.” at this point, you turn up your volume to the maximum amount, trying not to show the fact that girldoll’s lovely heart was bursting out your eardrums. “gonna remember this talk, y/n.” you hear him whisper up to your ear before silence soon follows after, you letting a long exhale roll past your lips.

soon, the bus had approached at your sidewalk, and you file on after the rest of your bustling classmates. it wasn’t until you heard someone calling your name that you turn around halfway up the bus steps. you peel an earbud out of your ear, throwing your head back at yeoul behind you. “um…. your backpack is unzipped.” she tells you with an amused tilt to her lips, turning her head to point at the spot on the sidewalk you and jungwon were just at. you follow her finger over to where you see all of your notebooks and pencils clattered to the ground. you tried not to show the utter rage that crawled up the length of your spine as you shamefully head back down the steps. that little prick.

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kokoluvr: did you SEE koko’s BRIGHT GREEN HAIR IN THE TEASER!!’nnn???’nv GOD HELP MEEEEEE 🧎‍♀️ ──────────────────────────

your thumbs tap rapidly against the screen of your phone as you dart your eyes up at the empty hallway in front of you, making sure not to bump into anyone on your way to computer class just right around the corner.

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: STOPPP HELP I DID SHE LOOKS SO GOOD SHES LIKE THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN PULL OFF GREEN HAIRR!??? IM SO DEAD SERIOUS WHY DOES SHE WANT TO KILL ME

kokoluvr: i’m on the floor . on my knees . i beg miss koko of girldoll please give me just . one☝️minuscule chance. 🙏 🧎‍♀️ ──────────────────────────

the bottoms of your sneakers squeak against the slick tile of the floor as you sharply make the turn around the corner, eyes glancing up in a panic as you see your computer teacher up ahead standing in the doorway of your designated class. is he staring me down? you look down to type as much as you can before you’re forced to place your phone in the dreaded phone bin, the one mr. chang was holding so tauntingly between his hands.

that brooding man is coming closer in your line of sight, his dagger like stare piercing through your dirty soul. you try slowing your pace down the hall but it’s no use when he’s already eyeing you, that scowl of a frown against his thin, miserable lips. so with a saddened sigh, you decide to just delete your upcoming message in the chat box and click your phone off, a pout jutting at your lips. once you’ve finally made it to mr. chang’s intimidating figure, you depressingly go to place your phone into the plastic bin with the other student’s. he watches your hand with furrowed eyebrows as you slip it from the box. “thank you.” he croaks, as you throw your phone one last sad look as it sits helplessly in the black hole of mistreated devices.

just as you’ve stepped a foot inside, you swear you see your phone light up with a notification. panic suddenly spreads through your stomach as you make out the tiny little words of the gray banner. does that say kisses4ireun? shit. you widen your eyes as mr. chang emerges into the classroom, the knob of of the door firm in his left hand as he drags the door shut behind him. you watch him adjust the phone bin held to his hip as you part your desperate lips to speak. “wait, mr. chang—”

“nope. go have a seat.” he tells you blankly, walking past you briskly towards his wooden desk in the corner. you slouch your shoulders as you make your way to your assigned computer desk, pulling the plastic chair out dramatically and slowly to plop yourself right into it.

you don’t even look over the top of your computer at mr. chang, who had approached the middle of the spacious classroom to begin talking about the lesson. sure, you are pouting, but he’s left you no choice. the suspense of juyang’s notification is driving you absolutely insane, especially when you know you’re gonna have to wait an hour and thirty minutes to see it. you’re not that patient.

so, once he’s explained the long, painful, webquest you must delve right into, your mind thinks of an amazingly malicious plan. with mr. chang leaned over to converse with one of the students in the far upper corner of the classroom, you decide to open up a new tab. sure, this was risky, especially when your search history had the upmost ability to be viewed by all school faculty. but you didn’t really care, i mean, how often do they check that stuff anyway?

your careful, stealthy fingertips then begin pressing into the thick, black keys of the keyboard, looking up the website your blog is on. you make sure to flick your gaze up at the teacher every so often to make sure he doesn’t approach you and your secretive blog viewing as you log right into your girldoll account. you take a quick glance at the students sitting on either side of you, sighing in relief when you noticed they’re submerged in the contents of their soul sucking webquest. what losers, amirite?

once you’ve successfully logged in, you immediately drag your cursor over to notifications. you slip your bottom lip nervously between your teeth as you glance over at the teacher, who seems to have drifted dangerously closer to you, observing the screen of a nearby student. you swallow thickly in your throat, your heart throbbing in your ears as you skim through your notifications for that one, beloved user. right then, you spot it. kisses4ireun just followed girldollgifs. view their profile now!

your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach in utter disappointment. your pores just secreted a gallon of stress sweat for a notification that wasn’t even a notification? you let a disappointed exhale breathe from your nostrils, edging your cursor up to the red X at the end of the tab. right as you’ve hovered that tiny white arrow over the X, you feel a hard tap on your shoulder. fuck. “ahem.”

as if you didn’t just get caught, you quickly switch your tab back to the school’s website. “y/n,” you hear mr. chang’s deep voice above you. you let your eyelids flutter closed as you mentally curse out yourself. “please meet me outside.”

so there you sit, the bottom of your denim jeans collecting floor dust as you scoot your bum up against the brick wall outside of your classroom. you’re staring at the math packet between your fingers, a loud groan slipping from between your gritted teeth. you scoot your knees up to your chest and let the back of your head lean against the wall. “i’m so stupid,” you mumble to yourself, tossing your math packet onto the floor beside you. you place your palms over your warming face. “girldollgifs? really? you can’t just look that shit up on google?”

the loud shrill of the bell then echoes out against the walls of the hallway, signaling a transition to the next class. you let yourself sit there for a few more lingering seconds, regretting every decision you ever made in your life. you watch as students begin to crowd the length of the corridor, and soon, you finally decide to straighten up to your feet. you grab your backpack from against the door and sling it’s strap over your shoulder, a shaky sigh exhaling from the chamber of your lungs. what an embarrassing moment of weakness. will never let a boy get to me like that again……. not in the middle of class anyway. him and his stupid follow notifs can wait.

“oh…” you hear a familiar voice behind you, causing you to whip right around towards the sound. your expression sours once you’re met with yang jungwon heading in your direction, a couple of his rugged friends following his tail. “someone got in trouble…” he sing-songs with raised brows, his friends chuckling shortly behind him. you narrow your eyes at him as you watch him enter your previous computer class, resisting the urge to throw your palm out to whack him right in the face. god, you should’ve done it.

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“so… did the people beside you not see you?” you hear yeoul ask firmly into your ear, her voice crackly on the other side of the phone. you let a groan escape your parted lips, letting your back fall with a thud against your mattress.

“they probably did once mr. chang came over there.” you grumble behind the palm you’ve lifted over your face. you tap your index finger against the cell phone held up to your ear. “it was so embarrassing. everyone probably saw my girldoll blog i forgot to exit out of.” you hear a snort from yeoul on the other side of the line, lifting your hand away from your face to watch yourself pick at your cuticle. “but, anyway….”

“it’s okay, y/n. everyone including mr. chang will probably forget by tomorrow.” you let a loud sigh roll from out of your lips as you lift yourself back up into your previous slouched position.

“yeah,” you mumble, your eyes trained on your laptop screen situated in the comfort your lap. your gaze lingers on the home page of your blog a minute longer before you slowly furrow your eyebrows, eyes darting down to the inbox icon. two new messages?

“wait, yeoul,” you begin, your teeth going to anxiously bite at the soft skin of your lower lip. you drag your cursor over towards the mail icon before clicking it. “i’m gonna put you on speaker phone.”

“okay,” the girl replies as you lift the phone away from your ear, setting it to balance on top of your thigh. “i’ll put you on speaker phone, too. gotta stream my girls’ new music video for the nth time.” you simply block out yeoul’s last comment as you now rear your focus in on your computer, your eyes drifting across the screen to read your new messages. your heart rate skyrockets seeing they’re sent from kisses4ireun.

────────────────────────── ⍈ 4:03pm • kisses4ireun: remember i said you’d be the prettiest girl at the concert?

kisses4ireun: i was right 😌──────────────────────────

your eyebrows furrow slowly with heavy confusion. “damn….” you hear yeoul’s faint voice emit from the phone on your thigh. you can barely make out the rhythmic pop beat in the background. “moonyi is really serving with those vocals.”

“hm…” you hum, trying to wrap your brain around juyang’s comment. what does he mean by this? after a few minutes of idly staring at his messages, you decide to type up a hesitant reply.

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: juyang 😭 that’s really sweet but you haven’t even seen what i look like yet T-T

kisses4ireun: haha you’re right 😅😅 i can just sense it bc your personality is so pretty :-)

forgirlDoll: stopp 😭 you’re too much

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ah, okay, you think. that makes sense. “duuuude,” yeoul drags out, snapping you out of your juyang lovestruck state. “i didn’t even notice it before, but i think that’s bts jungkook as one of the dancing icecream guys.”

“yeoul, what?” you chuckle softly through a soft curve of your lips, feeling heat in the apples of your cheeks. “what are you on about?”

“i’m serious. go to minute 2:14. tell me that’s not jungkook behind ireun.”

“no,” you mumble teasingly, watching as another message from juyang pops up on your screen. “i believe you. i trust you and your… semi-bad eyesight.”

“my eye sight is not even bad y/n, i wear contacts 85% of the time. so.”

────────────────────────── kisses4ireun: hey tickets went on sale today. if you still want to go with me tell me rn before i buy them and make you go anyway >:) ──────────────────────────

crap. how am i gonna tell yeoul? “okay… i just went back to rewatch and it might not be jungkook. looking more like exo’s kyungsoo.”

“yeoul,” you chuckle again, nervously looking down at your lap as you pick at your cuticles in hesitant thought. “they don’t even look alike.”

“hey. with the makeup they’ve put on him in this video, i’d beg to differ. don’t argue with me, i wear contacts.”

“yeoul,” you begin hesitantly, threading your eyebrows together softly. “how mad would you be if i went to the concert with juyang instead of you?” you squeeze your eyelids shut to brace for impact, readying yourself mentally for her screaming mantra. a few seconds of silence crackle from the receiver, your heart pounding loudly against your chest.

“hmm…” you hear your friend hum. “you know what… that’s okay. i met this girl at the bus stop who likes girldoll too, i’ll just ask her to go with me. but if juyang is an old creepy man who kidnaps you, i’m going to laugh and act like i didn’t see it.”

you let a relieving exhale deflate from your lungs. “okay, okay. i can understand that.” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as a minuscule amount of serotonin flows through your body, imagining finally seeing juyang face to face. “i honestly thought you’d be mad.”

“well, i was going to be, but it’s okay. i kind of want him to be a catfish so you get a taste of your own medicine.”

you snort. “okay, that’s totally fair.”

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: i’ll go to the concert with you juyang 😆😆

kisses4ireun: wait really??

forgirlDoll: yesss :>

kisses4ireun: that makes me so happy ^_^ can’t wait to see your pretty face

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as soon as you read over juyang’s latest message, the guilt slowly creeps up on you. there’s heat budding up in your cheeks and your neck, your heart feeling as if it’s detached from all of its vessels and floating on its own inside your ribcage. yeoul starts talking to you about the unfair line distribution of koko in the music video, but all you can focus on is just how inconsiderate you’ve been towards juyang. you’ve been so focused on imagining him as a dead part of yang jungwon, when in reality, he’s a real actual person. he is far from yang jungwon.

what if when he’s finally revealed to me at the concert, i lose all feelings? what if it’s because i wanted him to be jungwon all along? if he’s anyone else other than him, will i even be satisfied? the answer to the last question on your mind makes an anxious feeling bloom in the pit of your stomach. maybe i’ll just wait and see what i feel.

“… y/n? are you there?” yeoul’s soft voice snaps you out of your daze, blinking to yourself as you fold your knees up against your chest.

“uh, yeah, sorry.” you softly chuckle, messing with the fabric of your striped pajamas. “what did you say again?”

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you’d rather jump off the nearest cliff then continue sitting through this soul-sucking lunch period. ever since homeroom at 7am sharp this morning, you’ve been suffering verbal harassment from your ever loving peers. “hey, y/n,” this one boy had come up to your desk after roll call, a boy you’ve never talked to before in your life. “who’s your girldoll bias?” you threw him a devilish glare, watching as he’d share a couple snickers with his obnoxious friends. and then, on your way to the cafeteria, another girl you’ll probably never see again, stops you in the hallway with a hand to your shoulder.

“hey!” she exclaimed, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “aren’t you’re the nerd who likes that weird pop group who sings about making love to icecream?” you only blinked at her in reply, your lips pursing into a line as you felt heat flame up in your cheeks. she only threw you a quick giggle before walking off, leaving you stomping gloomily through the double doors of the lunch room. that little blabbermouth, you thought, steam basically shooting from your ears as you headed down the lunch line. he’ll be the reason for my villain arc.

now, you sit beside yeoul at your usual lunch table, your head in your hands as she tells off this tall boy from the soccer team. “….maybe if you actually translated the lyrics!” she spits, standing up from her stool to place her hands on her hips. you mentally groan, feeling heat from your face against the skin of your palms. when is this over? “you’d actually see it’s more than just dancing icecream and glittery bodysuits!” you hear the soccer boy standing behind you let out a snort, before muttering a quiet okay..? the squeak of his tennis shoes against the tile floor telling you he’s walked away from yeoul’s extravagant scene.

“god,” you hear yeoul sigh as she sits back down in her seat, adjusting the bottom of her tight top. you slowly lift your head up shamefully, noticing all the pointed eyes and hushed whispers from people scattered across the cafeteria. “i can’t handle all these uneducated morons.”

“it’s okay, yeoul.” a girl named aesha whispers from across you at your table, her face looking rather red and uncomfortable. “just ignore them. we already have enough attention on us.” soon, your little table group had eased their way back into their casual conversation, no more girlDoll confrontation brought up upon you. it was nice, for a few minutes, as you wedge your sushi roll between your chopsticks peacefully.

it wasn’t until yeoul’s loud hiss towards a certain boy approaching your table made you realize all your settled peace had quickly dissipated. “don’t you even dare step any closer, yang jungwon.” her voice is loud in your ear and you wince, not even daring to look up yourself. what the hell does he want? “you’ve started enough shit already.”

“i’m not here to make fun of you,” you hear jungwon exclaim softly, a small sigh following his small words. “i just wanted to give this to y/n.” your eyebrows furrow slightly as you watch a red lollipop topple right onto the table beside your sushi tray. you decide to look up at jungwon confusingly, taken aback by the redness of his round cheeks. at your curious gaze, you watch the tips of his ears hiding behind curls of his black hair turn red, his doe eyes widening at your expression. “i just felt bad. about the other day.” he tells you, adjusting his grip against his single backpack strap. “you don’t have to take it,” he shrugs, “if you don’t want it i’ll gladly have it back.”

“she doesn’t want anything from you.” yeoul begins beside you, a disgruntled frown upon her glossy lips. you go to place your hand on her arm, watching as she snaps her head over to you.

“no it’s okay,” you tell your friend, a nervous curve to the edge of your lips. you flick your gaze back up to jungwon’s nervous expression, watching as he nibbles on the skin of his bottom lip. “thanks.” you mumble, and he flashes you an awkward smile.

“don’t thank me. also, this doesn’t mean i like you. i know you like me, but this is just me being nice. girldoll sucks.” he raises his eyebrows at you amusingly, and you roll your eyes in reply.

yeoul scoffs. “she doesn’t like you. now, beat it.”

just as he begins walking back to his own table across the lunch room, he throws his head back at you, a shy curve to his lips and a dimple etched in his cheek. and just as he turns his head back around, did he just….. wink at you? and just why did your heart flutter at it? your heart jumps inside your chest and you blink dumbfounded, your eyes going to train on the red lollipop laying nicely against the table. he… winked at me? and not just a smug, obnoxious wink, a genuine, nice wink? what dimension did i just wake up into?

“i wouldn’t eat it if i were you.” yeoul tells you blankly, threading her arms over her chest as she watches you unwrap the plastic from around the candy. “he probably like, licked the wrapper.” you ignore yeoul’s sulky declaration, laying the crumbled plastic onto the table before sticking the red candy between your lips.

“that’s okay.” you mumble, swishing the lollipop between your teeth to settle against your cheek. “its the first time he’s been nice to me in years. i’ll take what i can get.”

“you’re odd, y/n.”

you simply shrug at yeoul’s words, happily sucking on the cherry flavored orb against your tongue.

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your red lollipop was still sitting happily in the nook of your cheek as you sat daydreaming in your computer class, your cheek in your palm as you replayed jungwon’s pretty wink over and over in your head. mr. chang was going on about something related to astrology, your eyes locked on his broad figure but your mind remained up in the clouds.

and as if you simply manifested his entrance into your reality, you watch as that cursed black haired boy swings open the door to your classroom. mr. chang throws his head back at his disturbance with confusion laced in his firm expression. “jungwon…. can i help you? you’re interrupting my lesson.” you watch mr. chang cross his arms over his chest before flicking your heart-eyed gaze over to jungwon’s frozen stance at the doorway.

“uh,” you watch jungwon chuckle nervously, his hand going to slide into the pocket of his low waisted denim jeans. “i have to make up a test in here, unfortunately. sorry for interrupting.” he flashes the teacher an anxious lopsided smile, strands of his black hair fluttering against his thick eyelashes. you can’t help but roam your gaze down his lanky, slouched figure, admiring his black charmed necklace and the silver studs pierced lowly into his earlobes. you admired the rosace ness of his cheeks and the way he slides his palm nervously over the back of his neck as he awaits mr. chang’s reply.

“alright. make sure to put your phone in the bin.” mr. chang huffs, lifting his hand to direct jungwon to the computer desk on the far right of him at the front of the classroom. “mrs. yori has no respect for other teachers, i guess.” you hear your teacher mumble with a shake of his head, before slapping his hands together firmly. “okay, class. anyway.. as i was saying…”

you can’t help but keep your eyes trained on jungwon as you watch him place his phone into the bin on top of mr. chang’s desk, before your eyes follow him on his way to his seat. you’re being pathetic, you think to yourself, as you catch yourself smiling at the endearing holes jungwon had tore into his black sweater sleeves to slide his thumbs through. what is wrong with you? you blink shamefully as you tear your eyes away from the boy, straightening your spine in your chair. “okay, y/n.” you whisper to yourself, slapping your own cheek softly. “don’t let this boy get to you just because he did one nice thing for you. and it wasn’t even that nice…”

in the corner of your eye you catch the boy sitting beside you eyeing you weirdly, which makes heat flame up into your cheeks. “what?” you mumble, before you slide cowardly down the back of your chair. dude. you’re crazy. get it together.

once the bell finally rings, after your hopeless, distracted mind absorbed absolutely nothing from mr. chang’s lengthy lesson, you make sure to be the first one to jump out of your seat. you just had to beat yang jungwon out of here before any sort of interaction sends your brain to goo.

you make your way passed your hurrying classmates as you clutch your backpack straps, eyeing the phone bin that mr. chang was holding by the doorway. once that plastic bin is finally displayed in front of you, you blink down at the collection of black phones. your eyes frantically scan around its contents in recognition of your own device, but you just can’t seem to spot it. you’re blocking the doorway, frustrated grunts and groans emitting from students just trying to get passed you. “can you move?”

in a panic, you grab what you’re 99% sure is your phone, by the tiny crack in the back of its clear case. you push your way out of the classroom, a heavy sigh exhaling from between your lips. okay, you think to yourself. now down the stairs to second period.

heavy breaths tumble from between your lips as you quickly run down the stone steps of your corridor, brushing passed stubborn shoulders and squeaking over frantic feet. it wasn’t until you heard your name being called across the hallway that you immediately squeak to a halt. there’s students bumping into you as you throw your head back down the length of the hall, spotting a boy making eye contact with you as he holds a phone in the air. with confusion bubbling up inside your system, you make your way back down the corridor and towards him.

“hanjee?” you mumble questioningly as you soon approach him, watching as he outstretches his arm out towards you, offering you the black phone in his hand.

“i accidentally grabbed your phone by accident.” he tells you with a short chuckle bubbling passed his plush lips. “sorry, they all look the same.” your heart rate escalates as you hesitantly go to grab your phone, noticing it also has a crack in its clear case.

“oh,” you mumble with furrowed brows, turning the device in your hand to click the lock screen on. yeah, most definitely your phone. you then begin to dig into your pocket to fetch the phone you thought was yours. “this means i have yours, right?”

“oh, no,” the tall boy tells you with a shake of his head, his thick eyebrows threading together above his eyes. you pause your hands’ movements in your pocket as you study him. “my buddy has mine. see you tomorrow, y/n?” he tells you with a quick smile, punching your shoulder and turning on his heel before you can even get a word out.

crap. you groan in your throat. this means i have someone else’s phone. you continue your slow pace back down the direction you were initially headed, ignoring the emptying hallway. you pull out the phone that’s not yours, turning it over to view the screen. immediately, the lock screen flashes at you, heat quickly bubbling to your cheeks at the image. great, you mumble to yourself, observing the picture of jungwon and who you assume is his friend, sunoo. of course i have jungwon’s phone. you let an unsatisfied frown perch at your lips as you continue down the hallway, a notification that pops up on jungwon’s phone grabbing your attention.

you stop your tracks in the middle of the hallway as you dreadfully read the notif.

────────────────────────── 32s httpmoonyi:

YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE JUYANG HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE JUNGKOOK. THAT IS MOST DEF CHA EUNWOO BEHIND IREUN?? ARE YOU BLIND?? 🙄──────────────────────────

wait a minute…. what did it say?

maybe you need to read that again. juyang??

you’re not making any sense…. juyang???

you blink, feeling the color drain from your appalled face. you don’t think you read that right, your eyes scanning the message over and over and over. this can’t be jungwon’s phone, maybe it’s… sunoo’s. yeah, maybe it’s his. you could most definitely believe that instead. it wasn’t until another message popped onto the screen that you wanted to most definitely be ran over by 45,000 buses.

────────────────────────── 14s heeseung (soccer):

hey jungwon just reminding you to bring my cleats to practice tonight!!!! i cant wear niki’s again they’re too small for me don’t make me go through that. half my foot is still bruised

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no. no…. no. it can’t be. maybe you’re dreaming. you squeeze your eyes shut in the middle of the empty hallway and go to pinch your arm harshly, wincing at the very real pain. okay, okay, maybe it’s real. you don’t know whether to be relieved, or absolutely enraged. because how does he have the right to even make fun of you at all? for something he’s obviously into as well? you simply want to chuck his phone at the wall and watch it break into a million minuscule pieces.

you can feel tears blur at your waterline, as you sulkily make your way towards your classroom. you know you’re late but you simply don’t care, the internet love of your life you’ve known for a year now, the sweetest boy on the planet, is your human embodiment of a parasite, yang jungwon. how did this even come to be? you have so many questions and angry words pounding at your temples, but you sniff your tears back and continue walking, your fingers buzzing with rage. oh, just wait, yang jungwon. you clench your jaw to stop the sudden tremble of your lip. just you wait….

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kisses4ireun: hey sorry i took so long to respond

kisses4ireun: i’m on my laptop because i lost my phone T_T

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you stare at your bright laptop screen with tears blurring your vision, stuffing your face back into the pillow you’re holding tightly to your chest. “y/n….” yeoul cooes on the phone beside you on your mattress, forced to listen to your choked sobs. “it’s gonna be okay.”

“no, it’s not.” you sob through mascara mixed tears, lifting your head up to swipe at your mascara coated pillow. “it’s not okay. how does he have the audacity to make me look like a fool in front of our whole grade? he’s told everyone, yeoul.” you sniff harshly to suck back the snot slowly dripping out of your nose. “he’s such a fucking jerk.”

“all you have to do is do the same thing back. tell his whole soccer team. i mean, you do have his phone. it’s not hard to expose him.”

“no, i cant do that,” you whisper, tongue sliding against your bottom lip to collect your conjured spit. you swipe at your stained pillow some more, your puffy eyes going back to gaze at juyang— jungwon’s open messages. “i’m not that kind of person.”

“are you just saying that because he gave you a lollipop?”

“no,” you whine, your eyebrows furrowing above your reddened eyes. “i just… a part of me still cares about him. and i’ve always wanted him to be nice to me again.”

“so… why aren’t you jumping for joy that he’s juyang? he’s been nice to you this whole time. flirting with you, even. obviously, he’s interested.”

“that doesn’t matter, yeoul!” you exclaim with raised eyebrows, your hand going to smack the fabric of your pillow. “he doesn’t know he’s texting with me..” you whisper through a quivering lip, your palms going up to cover your face as you groan into your hands. “he’s just a… a coward. a jerk. an effing dickhead.”

“yeah! yeah, you tell em’!”

“… that i maybe perhaps am still attracted to.”

yeoul let’s out a groan at this, causing you to nervously chuckle behind the comfort of your hands.

“aaand we’re back at square one.”

you then let out a longing sigh, peeking through the cracks of your fingers to stare at your laptop screen once again, buzzing thoughts clouding your scattered mind. “the concert… what about the concert….”

“well…” yeoul sighs, the phone crackling at the close proximity of her loud sigh. “you gotta cancel on him now. give that boy a taste of his own medicine. make him look dumb. show up to school tomorrow, shove his phone in his face, and expose that mofo. in front of everyone. and then…. me and you go to the concert together. the end.”

you begin to chew on your bottom lip in thought, feeling the cold sensation of your running snot approach your upper lip. “i don’t know…” you whisper, your eyes fixating into a daze onto your computer screen. you go to wipe your snot with the back of your hand, hearing yeoul scoff on the line.

“y/n…. you have to give him his phone back eventually. you need to expose him. i know you care about him, but… if he cared about you he’d treat you with respect. so it shouldn’t really matter whether or not you still have feelings for him, he still deserves a harsh, reputation-ruining confrontation. am i wrong….?”

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kisses4ireun: helloooo….? :(

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“okay, class.” mrs. yori sighs, holding a clipboard up against her chest. she stands in front of the vast soccer field, where agile teenage boys finish up their practice for their upcoming game. you hug your beige sweater closer to your chest, the dainty fingers of the chilly, october breeze prickling at the skin of your arms. “today’s assignment obviously will include observations of nature.”

your squinted eyes drift from mrs. yori’s petite figure and over to the soccer field behind her, peering at the running players through the strands of dark hair that the breeze pushes in front of your eyes. your eyes can’t help but fall upon player 16, aka, jungwon, a sour feeling spreading inside your belly as you remember yesterday’s mentally catastrophic events.

“you’ll be split up into pairs,” mrs. yori declares, peering down at the paper clipped to her clipboard. “and each one of you will identify three examples of blah, blah, blah….” her monotone instructions get lost somewhere in its route to your cochlea, your gaze and focus aligned on the running figure of the dark haired boy a good distance from you. you watch as he sprints towards the soccer ball rolling to him, before throwing it a harsh kick, sending it flying through the air and over towards the goal.

woah, you think, your eyebrows subconsciously lifting into your forehead. of course he’s good at soccer. “y/n?” yeoul suddenly nudges you in the shoulder, a confused look taking upon her concentrated features. you blink yourself out of your shameful staring, noticing your classmates had dispersed among the clearing around you.

“sorry.” you reply softly, furrowing your eyebrows in self frustration. “let’s get to the assignment.” yeoul let’s a small sigh roll between her glossed lips, a bejeweled hand going to run through her hair as she fixates her gaze down on the paper in her grip.

“okay.” she begins, your eyes on the clench of her jaw as she chews on her grape flavored bubblegum. “so… i say we try over at the bleachers first.” she tells you softly, before turning on her heel against the gravel. you have absolutely no idea what the assignment is, but then again, do you ever? you decide to just keep your lips sealed as you follow aimlessly behind her, thinking maybe she’ll end up doing the assignment herself. it’ll give you more time to ogle at jungwon, anyway. aren’t you supposed to be mad at him?

you’ve now approached the high stature of the metal soccer field bleachers, the bottoms of your tennis shoes crunching the gravel below you. you watch as yeoul crouches down on her hands and knees, peering under the bleachers. you’re super confused, your eyelashes batting against your cheekbones as you thoroughly observe her actions. the more you look at her, the more confused you are, watching as she brushes her palms against the graveled dirt. you blink. what is she doing? “i think…. we’ve got a good spot here…”

your attention is then tugged away from yeoul’s odd searching once you hear the blow of a loud whistle, veering your head towards the soccer field to watch the players disperse, heading over to their water bottles and towels on the outskirts of the field. your heart begins racing once your gaze lands on a very red, and very sweaty yang jungwon, his hands perched on his hips and his chest heaving rapidly. you watch him start walking towards you, and you panic. you dart your eyes down towards the seats of the bleachers and notice the water bottle and towel sitting upon the bottom row. shit.

he’s walking closer to you now, and you’re not sure if he’s noticed you. should you hide behind the bleachers? no, he might see you, and that’d be weird. “oh, y/n.” you hear yeoul sigh, noticing she’s crawled further under the bleachers. “just go ahead and talk to him. i won’t be mad.” you glance over at your friend who throws her head back to give you a look, your heart rate erratic inside your chest.

you slip your lip between your teeth, looking back over at jungwon who is now, rather standing closely by you. your heart jumps at the sudden proximity, his gaze lingering on your frozen figure with an amused curve digging up his red, sweaty cheek. “hi, y/n.” he breathes, reaching down to grab his water bottle sitting on the edge of the bleacher. you swallow dryly in your throat, feeling that dreaded heat bloom to your cheeks. you simply part your dry lips as you awkwardly watch him tilt his head back, lifting his water bottle to his lips before letting its contents slip down his throat.

“um,” you nervously stutter, trying not to ogle at the damp, black hair that he shakes out of his eyes. he’s now raising his eyebrows at you in curiosity, swishing water between his cheeks as he twists the plastic cap back onto his bottle. “jungwon… i need to talk to you.”

you watch his eyebrows tighten together, swallowing the last contents of the water between his cheeks before leaning over to place his bottle back onto the bleacher. “you need to talk to me?” he asks in a hesitant tone, tugging the middle of his damp green soccer shirt to stop it sticking to his chest. “about what exactly?”

you feel like you’re going to faint. “well.” you mutter shakily, slowly reaching down into the pocket of your denim jeans. “i have… your phone.” you slip his phone out of your pocket and slowly extend your hand out to him, watching as a now nervous expression distorts at his features, his eyes narrowing at your unnerved face.

“why do you have my phone?” he asks lowly, slowly going to fetch it from your clammy hands. “are you stalking me?”

“no,” you reply firmly, sticking your fists nervously into your pockets. “i.. accidentally grabbed it when computer class ended. also.. i… there’s — there’s something else i need to say.”

“go ahead, y/n.” he softly chuckles, burying his phone into the pocket of his black athletic shorts. “i’m all ears. loosen up, don’t be so nervous.” his eyebrows raise again under his damp locks, his lips curved into a lopsided smile. his words only make your neck flame even more, and you don’t think you can maintain eye contact as you mutter your next words.

“jungwon..” you inhale a shaky breath, throwing your head back at your surroundings to confirm your teacher is nowhere in sight.

“mhmm..?”

“i know about your girlDoll account.” you let a heavy exhale droop at your shoulders, your eyelids going to clamp shut. “i know that you’re user kisses4ireun.”

for a good few, solid seconds, all you can hear is yeoul’s distant, malicious giggle, and the chirping birds perched high above you. your eyes remain shut, your fists balled into your pockets. the air is tense, thick enough to be sliced with a knife. you pop one eye open at jungwon’s lingering silence, his face now a pale, rosy color as he stares at you intensely, his jaw clenching periodically. “how?” he barely mumbles above a whisper, both of his fists going to frustratedly slide into the pockets of his shorts.

you swallow the lump in your throat. “well, i saw a notification pop up on your phone from a girlDoll blog user calling you juyang.” your chest swells with your next, hesitant declaration. “also, i’m the forgirlDoll account you’ve been talking to.” oh no. you’re bracing yourself for impact, your heart feeling like it could shoot right out of your chest at the speed it’s beating. the air is silent again, making you want to disappear into thin air.

you hear a long, loud inhale rise at jungwon’s chest, before the sound of his shoes crunching along gravel tingle at your ears. is he coming closer? “y/n.” he whispers, his voice now inches in front of you. you pop one eye open and see he’s leaned his side into the side of the bleachers, his chin tilted up at you and his eyebrows furrowed, a slight curve edging up his lip. “i already know who you are.”

your eyes pop open, staring at him in utter disbelief. what did he just say? “what… you knew?”

“he knew?” you ignore yeoul’s sudden chirp somewhere behind you.

“y/n,” he groans amusingly, his palm going to rest on his forehead before sliding it down his flushed face. “you literally left your blog up on the computer in tech class. did you forget it was under your school account, too?”

heat takes over your entire body. “you… were on my computer?” god, you want to shrivel yourself up into a ball and get swallowed by the void. of course. of course.

“unfortunately, i was.” he croaks lowly, watching as you smack both of your palms to your face. “also, why… why would you search up your blog on the school computer? are you that stupid?” you groan behind the heat radiating from your palms, hearing yeoul snort behind you.

“yes. yes she is.”

“i just.” you whine frustratingly, throwing your hands off of your heated, embarrassed face. “i was— i had just gotten a notification from you when i walked in, and i couldn’t check my phone and i was— i was just eager. okay?”

you hear a small giggle breathe from jungwon’s nose, glancing up at his smug, amused expression as he tilts the side of his head to rest it against the bleacher, his half lidded eyes observing you. “god, you’re obsessed with just every version of me, huh?”

“don’t even.” you blurt, your heart rate sky rocketing into the clouds. “i just…” you lick your lips briefly, your eyebrows threading together. “so… you still talked to me even after you knew it was me. why?”

you watch jungwon’s eyes narrow in on you, his tongue slowly gliding along the top of his bottom lip. “hmm.” he hums, his arm reaching up to scratch slowly at the nape of his neck. “let’s play a game. it’s called let’s see how oblivious y/n can be. go.”

your face drains of all color. “what does that— what does that mean?” yeoul let’s out a firmly whispered, what?! in disbelief of jungwon’s words, feeling her fist punch softly into your back.

“it means he likes you, dumb fuck.”

“but i don’t understand,” you whine in frustration, your arms going to thread over your chest. “you’re so mean to me, like all the time. a jerk, i should say. a really really really mean terribly rude jerk. who hurts my feelings.”

“y/n.” jungwon groans again, lifting his head up from the bleachers to throw his gaze back at the soccer field, watching as his teammates start heading off the field. “i’ll explain everything to you. if you let me.”

“okay, let’s hear it, then.”

“not right now, though.” he chuckles nervously, throwing his hands up in the air dismissively. “i have to go back inside. just come over to my house tomorrow so i can make it up to you. and we can talk. okay?” he raises his eyebrows at you curiously as he begins backing up away from the bleachers, his cleats scraping against the gravel.

you pout, anxious adrenaline rushing through your system. “why would i ever agree to that?” you tease, furrowing your eyebrows at the amused smirk slowly curving up his lip.

“because, y/n,” he rasps lowly, slipping a hand into his pocket as he continues walking backwards. “you’ve still got a crush on mean boy, don’t you?” your face immediately flares up with heat as you purse your lips into a line, watching a dimpled grin spread along his cheeks. he then quickly turns on his heel, jogging down the remaining length of the soccer field.

you stare, at him, dumbfounded, hearts practically shooting out of your retnas. are you mad? are you absolutely smitten? you’re possibly both, your gaze still trained on jungwon’s distant figure as you feel yeoul throw a harsh arm over your shoulder. “well, y/n.” she breathes into your ear, wafts of her grape gum floating into your nostrils. “that wasn’t the confrontation i expected, nor wanted to watch, but hey, you did it.” she then harshly pats you hard on the back, making you wince. “i’m proud of you. i don’t necessarily approve of… this, but. if you’re happy, i’m happy. also, i completed the paper. if you’re curious.”

“i don’t care, yeoul.” you slur, your mind tainted with images of jungwon and his sweaty, stupid face. “eff that stupid paper.”

“exactly. eff the school system, eff this class. eff it all, i say.” your eyes are still fogged over as you gaze at the emptying soccer field, leaning your side dreamily into the bleachers. “c’mon, y/n.” you hear yeoul’s distant voice behind you. “we have a paper to turn in.”

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you would’ve never thought, in a million years, you’d be standing on yang jungwon’s doorstep, knocking on his ugly brown door. you would’ve never thought you’d be seeing his ugly blue shutters in the flesh, this close to your naked eye. it feels weird, you must admit, as you shuffle awkwardly while standing on his doormat, awaiting an answer beyond the door after anxiously knocking.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the absolute urge to puke, imagining chunks of your pizza leftovers splattering all over the potted plants on jungwon’s porch. honestly, his house might look better that way, you think, as you nervously pick at your cuticles.

you know you should be livid with him for the way he’s been mistreating you all these years, but your avid care for the black haired boy told you otherwise. you didn’t know what it was about him that kept you hanging on. maybe it was the way he poked thumb holes into his sleeves, or the way he widens his eyes super big and doey when he’s nervous. maybe it’s the fact he had been running a blog for a cutesy bubblegum kpop group, that kept that little ounce of hope alive. maybe, you realize, as you stand there to pick up all the pieces of yang jungwon, that the lovely boy from two years ago is still in there somewhere. you’ve managed to collect a few pieces of him, you just have to finish putting them all together.

you feel your pulse quicken once a subtle click signals the turn of the doorknob, a sharp, uneasy inhale rising at your shaky lungs. your body instantly flushes with a heat flash at just the mere sight of him, a large white t-shirt low on his collarbones accompanied by a pair of black sweats. the light pink of his cheeks show through the nonchalant persona he’s trying to convey, as he leans his side into the doorway with an arm propped up against it. “oh, look who it is.” he breathes airily through a pretty, dimpled grin, observing your figure. “hi, pretty girl.”

you internally jump off the nearest cliff. “hello.” you meekly reply, stuffing your hands nervously into the pockets of your black jacket. “can i hurry and come in, it’s cold out here.” you let a soft chuckle roll through your lips as he backs up slightly to pull the door further open.

“yeah, i’m sorry.” he says with pink cheeks, nervously going to scratch the nape of his neck. you enter quickly into the warm comfortability of his home, immediately stripping off your jacket to hang it over your arm. “alright, y/n,” he begins, his socks sliding against the hardwood floor as he heads towards the stairs. “follow me.”

“are we…. going to your room?” an immediate anxious feeling settles in the middle of your chest, watching as the boy hops up a few of his carpeted steps. you go to place your palm on top of the banister, watching as he turns around to peer down at you.

“yeah, but.. it’s because i want to show you something. and, i mean, where else are we going to talk? i promise, i have good intentions, y/n.” he chuckles, nodding his head to motion you up the stairs. “c’mon.”

you finally settle on the edge of jungwon’s bed, eyes roaming around the vicinity of his cluttered room. “uh,” he nervously chuckles, going to leave the door a crack as he walks inside. “ignore.. ignore the mess.” your eyes observe the piles of clothes and anime figurines scattered across his carpet, a small curve edging up the corner of your lips. “i was gonna.. um…” he begins softly, his nervous eyes scanning his unkept room. he stands in the middle of it, facing you, his hand going to scratch anxiously at his opposite elbow. “i was gonna make my room look pretty for you, but—”

“it’s okay.” you softly tell him, flashing the boy a small smile. “i like that it’s messy.” you watch as a small chuckle breathes through his nose as he bends down to fetch the t-shirt caught under his foot, throwing it on top of his black dresser.

“alright.” he huffs, straightening back up to approach you. he goes to sit down beside you, propping himself up on his elbows. a few seconds of tense silence settle around the two of you, before you part your hesitant lips to speak.

“so… jungwon, i just want to know one thing.” you mumble, your eyes going to dart down at your hands as you mess with the threads of your sleeve.

“yeah? i’ll tell you anything.” he mumbles, and you can smell the scent of fresh laundry wafting from his clothes.

you swallow slowly. “why… why are you so mean to me? did i ever do anything to upset you?” you barely whisper, feeling heat run to the tips of your ears. more silence follows after your question, hearing the soft breathing of jungwon beside you.

“you never did anything, y/n,” jungwon whispers. “i… i found myself getting feelings for you, which, has never happened to me, ever. and i didn’t know how to deal with it. i also thought you’d never want me, so i guess i just started… teasing you. which—” he exhales longingly, letting his back fall flat against the mattress. “which was just stupid and immature of me. i’m so sorry.”

you hum, continuing to pick the thread in your sleeve. “was this before or after you started crushing on my girlDoll blog?” you throw your head back to flash him a teasing smile, awaiting his reaction. he groans, his cheeks glowing red as he throws his arm across his face.

“look….” he begins, swallowing in his throat. “i’m just relieved it’s been you. i always just kind of imagined it was you, anyway.” he chuckles nervously. “is that embarrassing?”

“not at all,” you tell him, lifting your eyebrows high above your eyes. “actually…. i imagined juyang as you, too. it was like, the only way i could feel butterflies.” silence ticks seconds after your statement, causing anxiety to burst throughout your chest.

“you’re joking.”

“i’m not!” you chuckle, throwing your head back to peer down at him again. he had leaned up to prop himself back on his elbows, his eyebrows perched high above his widened eyes as he stared at you. “i really did.”

“so i’ve been right this whole time.” he mumbles through a half smirk as he scrunches his nose at you, causing your heart to leap out of your chest. you feel him nudge your side with his knee. “you do actually like me.”

“maybe…” you whisper, your eyes going back to study on your hands. you can feel his piercing eyes shooting lasers through your skull, hesitant to even share eye contact.

“look at me and say it.” he mumbles through an endearing, bashful smile. “i want to see your lips form the words.”

“no.” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment.

“please?” he whines, “i don’t wanna have to make you.”

you playfully scoff, throwing your head back to eye him again. “how are you going to—”

your muscles immediately tense up once you feel jungwon’s hands latch to your sides as he begins tickling you. you immediately go to grab at his wrists, trying to pry yourself out of his firm clutches while bursts of breathy laughter conjures up your throat. he lets go once your back finally hits the mattress, lying right beside him. “stop.” you breathe out, your chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths.

jungwon then turns on his side to face you, propping himself up on his elbow. “say it.” he whispers again, his eyes observing the features of your winded face. “repeat what you just said.”

you let a dramatic sigh roll out of your mouth, turning your head to the side to raise your eyebrows at jungwon’s amused expression. “i like you.” you tell him softly, an embarrassed curve rising up the side of your lip. “even though you’ve made my life hell.”

“i don’t think i believe you.” he whispers, furrowing his dark, black eyebrows down at you. he watches you as you sit up to mock his pose, propping yourself up on your own elbows.

“why not?”

“maybe if you kiss me i’ll believe it.” he tells you, as you watch the apples of his slightly freckled cheeks glow bright red. a shy, half smile raises at the corner of his pink lips, your eyes immediately averting to the dimple that presses into the soft, round skin of his cheek. he raises his eyebrows at your silence. “please?”

you can practically feel your heart beat rip at the tissue in your ears, feeling like your body might dissolve into dust on top of jungwon’s mattress. you swallow the nervous lump that had conjured inside your throat as you slowly lift your palms up to cup his round cheeks, inching your face forward closer to his own. your lips are practically brushing against each other’s, feeling his chin tilt up to edge them even closer. you lean your head back away from his lips for a split second, watching the furrow of his eyebrows. “you’re nervous.” you whisper against his mouth. “i can hear your heartbeat.”

“i am nervous.” he whispers shakily against your mouth, his hands going up to grip either of your wrists. “shut up. why are you calling me out?” he smiles against your mouth and you can practically feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, a soft giggle spilling from your nose as you finally connect your lips to his own.

it catches you by surprise once he lifts his lips from yours, only to pepper your mouth in soft, small kisses. you can hear the soft tuffs of his breathy, nervous giggles as he continues pressing his lips into yours, feeling his smile edge along your lips. you let your own nervous breaths tumble from your nostrils once he trails his lips from yours over to your cheek, where he places deeper kisses into the apple of it. “you’re so pretty, y/n.” you immediately feel heat tingle up your neck, letting jungwon settle his soft palm onto the other side of your jaw, his head cocking to the side to continue pressing his lips down the soft curve of your jawline. “so unbelievably pretty.”

“stop…” you whisper, feeling him inhale shakily as he peppers more kisses against the expanse of your cheek, his palm sliding down your neck. he exhales softly through his nose, which causes goosebumps to spread across your skin.

“i wish i could go back in time and tell you every. single. time i’ve thought that.” he slides his palm further down your neck to cup your jaw, his thumb going to hook under your chin to tilt your head up. “it would’ve been so much your head would’ve exploded.” you let out a nervous giggle, your hand going to softly wrap your fingers around jungwon’s wrist. “so maybe it’s a good thing i made fun of you.”

“jungwon..” you groan, sliding your hand up his warm arm. you let your eyelids flutter shut as he continues peppering pecks against your cheek. “i.. i don’t even know what to say to that.”

“good.”

“but…this reminds me,” you whisper through a painful cheek smile, getting deja vu from your chatting with juyang. jungwon hums against your cheek. “this reminds me of heart eyes luv by girlDoll.” you let a quick chuckle brush passed your lips, feeling jungwon smile against your skin. “you know, the lines about cheek kissing.”

“oh, wait.” jungwon then suddenly gasps, immediately backing away from your face. “y/n. you just reminded me.” he exclaims softly, settling both of his palms on your shoulders, his eyebrows raised as he looks you right in the eyes. “this is what i was going to show you.”

you watch him as he jumps right off of his bed, hurrying across his carpet and towards his black dresser against the other side of the wall. you watch as he leans over to rummage through its top drawer, your jaw dropping once he turns around holding up a vinyl record in his hand. “i have the sugar bomb album. on vinyl.” he raises his eyebrows at you, a smug smirk crawling up his lip as he nods slowly at your bewildered expression.

“what?” you exclaim, your lips still fallen ajar in shock. “how? that album came out like, a week ago? how?” you watch as the boy nonchalantly shrugs, walking over to the record player on his nightstand — the one you hadn’t noticed when you walked in — to settle the vinyl on top of it.

“i’m just cool like that.” you narrow your eyes at him as you tongue the inside of your cheek, giving him a slow, disapproving shake of your head.

“i’m telling your soccer team.” you announce, watching as he fiddles with his record player some more. he shrugs again, hearing a short crackle before the opening track icecream magic begins spewing from the rotating disc.

“that’s okay. i am a changed man.” he declares, plopping himself back onto the bed. he settles himself in front of you, leaning back on his elbows as he gazes at you with softened eyes. “you’re still going to the concert with me, right?” he whispers to you, nudging your shoe with his own sock-clad foot.

“yeah.” you whisper back, mentally trained in onto the soft, melodic vocals of the kpop trio. you watch jungwon flash you another dimpled smile, his tongue going to slide over his bottom lip.

“okay, good,” he whispers again, throwing you the subtlest wink. “because i planned to make-out during this song.”

your body immediately flushes with warmth, your eyebrows furrowing nervously up into your forehead. “you’re joking.”

you watch jungwon shrug, a curve hiking up the side of his lip. you watch as he goes to scratch his upper arm, his knuckles drifting up his sleeve. “i guess you’ll just have to see at the concert, huh?”

a/n: helloooo everyone T-T i have risen from the dead. aaah i hope you guys liked this little unexpected fic :> ive been wanting to write something nice for jungwon for a while now and i’m so glad i finally got to! this took about like a WEEK??? but phew i really hope you guys didn’t hate it too much T-T i will be posting more sfw works in the future, so please anticipate it!! if you’d like to be added to my perm taglist, please let me know, it is open! if any of you are interested in being added to a separate nsfw taglist or sfw taglist, please let me know that as well!! :> thank you sooo much for reading :>> smooches you all hard in the face. ♡ >:)

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AHHGHKSHKJ OH MY GOD THIS WAS JUST?? AMAZING IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO READ I LOVE THIS TROPE SM !! cold riki who becomes soft with reader overtime AUGH IT WAS SO FCKN CUTE 🥹🫶 I AM A SUCKER FOR LITERALLY ANY TYPE OF SPORTS AU SO THIS JUST HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD FROM THE SUMMARY 🧍💀 author you wrote this so well, i loved how it wasn’t just fluff and you gave them some moremdevelopment with the fight (more like niki lashing out but yknow)! BUT YES I ENJOYED THIS THOROUGHLY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING UR WONDERFUL WORK!! PERHAPS I’LL CHECK OUT SOME OF THE OTHERS IN THIS SERIES!! 👊💥💖🫶

ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Rugby Players

pairing: nishimura riki x reader

summary: you are assigned to tutor the famous youngest rugby star player of your school.

word count: 10.8k

warning: not proof read, cursing, ni-ki being a rude kid

note📎: its been a while. this is the last entry for this series. again, thank you guys for supporting this one! I hope you guys liked it! it really means a lot to me whenever you let me know what you think about them, re-blogs and comments are well appreciated. btw, i love you guys and thank you for reading my works. have a nice day/night! 🤍

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