Maeumi & Me - Ch 11 : STOP EXPOSING US

maeumi & me - ch 11 : sTOP EXPOSING US

Reality is properly starting to hit now. You're on your way to Jungwon's house and Maeumi is starting to get a bit restless which you know is because he senses your nervousness.

He was all excited the day before, when he saw you packing his stuff into bags – 'cause usually that meant you were taking him along on a trip. And that broke your heart a little, because you knew that he'd miss you, and you wouldn't even be able to make him understand why.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, you stand in front of Jungwon's house, half zoned out, wondering if there's some way you could just drop off Maeumi and get out of movie night; you really didn't feel like socialising right now. Besides, prolonging the goodbye would only make it worse. But then a part of you didn't want to leave him so soon either. Maybe you were being a bit too dramatic about this but you couldn't help it, you just loved the little guy so much. You sigh and ring the doorbell.

“SURPRISE!!”

You jump and Maeumi barks, both of you taken aback. You blink at the smiling faces in the doorway, wondering if you've forgotten your birthday or something. “Wha-? What is this? Why do you guys have party hats on?” you laugh, stepping inside.

“Well we wanted to give Maeumi a grand welcome,” Jungwon beams, pointing to all the food and games that they'd all apparently put together in the living room.

“Seems like it's more for me than him,” you joke, but are secretly touched by how sweet the guys are. You playfully punch your friends for keeping it a secret from you.

As for Maeumi, he's so happy on seeing everyone together that he gets the zoomies and goes around giving big sloppy kisses. Then he spots Layla, and gets even more excited and pees a little, right on the carpet, and everyone bursts into laughter. Everyone except you, that is.

“Oh no, Maeumi!” you groan, rushing over. “Jungwon, I'm so s- Wait. Why am I apologising? Yang Jungwon, as of today he is officially half yours. Deal with it 'cause you signed up for it,” you declare, crossing your arms.

He laughs. “Yeah yeah alright,”

* * *

“Wait we're still watching a movie, right?” Though you hadn't been so sure about coming here just a while ago, you were back in high spirits now, thanks to the guys. The past two hours were spent playing games and devouring all kinds of snacks that the others had brought. You felt kinda bad about not bringing anything but seeing as you didn't know you were supposed to, the guys dismissed your worries. As for Maeumi and Layla, they were in a world of their own, having fun with their toys.

“Of course! What do ya wanna watch?” Jungwon hands you the remote the to the TV.

“Why does y/n get to choose?” Riki whines.

“Because technically we wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for me,” you flash him a furtive smile and he rolls his eyes.

Sunghoon raises a hand, “No actually, we wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for Maeumi, so...”

“So, what, you want Maeumi to choose what we're gonna watch? Do you really want to watch squirrels on TV?” Jay snorts.

“Well, even in that case, no one knows Maeumi better than I do, so we're back to me,”

“Oh my god fine just choose something already!”

After scanning the menu for a while, you settle on one you and Heeseung have been wanting to watch for a while.

“Oh, I heard this one's really good,” Sunoo remarks.

“Great! So you guys okay with a horror movie?”

“NO!” Jake and Sunghoon cry out in unison.

You whip around to look at them, a teasing smile on your lips. “Aww are ya scared?”

“Pffft we're not scared- I mean I know I'm not, I just-”

“Yeah no they're terrified,” Jay interrupts.

“You are a terrible friend,” Sunghoon mutters.

a/n : finally back lmao. don't ask me why this chapter features jakehoon more than jungwon 🤡 i got a little carried away, okay?

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» synopsis : maeumi, your maltese pup, has been a huge part of your life ever since you first adopted him a few years ago. but little did you imagine that getting accepted into your dream university would mean having to leave him behind. heartbroken, you whine and lament to your friends about how unfair the situation is. whilst half-heartedly looking up foster homes maeumi could temporarily stay in, you're surprised when yang jungwon - a former schoolmate you'd hardly ever spoken to before - offers to take him in.

» pairing : yang jungwon x gn! reader

» genre : college au, social media au, pet parents au, fluff, strangers (kind of?) to friends to lovers, humour, a lil bit of angst

» warnings : swearing, jokes about death/suicide (kms/kys etc), mentions of pet injury

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

tag list : open [comment or send an ask to be added <3] @hiqhkey @i-yeseo @harperwasstaken1 @tomorrowbymoa-together @kange3939

♪ song series ♪

hi! this is the second instalment in a series of oneshots i will be writing based on/inspired by a certain song. (note : in this particular fic there's another song featured) i recommend listening to the song(s) once before you read it <3

#2 summer love (song 1 | song 2)

pairing : lee felix x gn reader (established relationship)

genre : songfic, angstttt, pining, fluff if you squint, not a happy ending i'm afraid

warnings : none that i can think of, it's just sad ig. but if there's something you'd like me to add, lmk <3

w.c. : 1.7k

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

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22 hours left

You watch Felix as he goes around the kitchen getting the ingredients for the batter ready. You try to etch it all into your memory - his little nose scrunches, the way the sunlight streaming in through the window highlights his beautiful freckles, the shape of his lips… Sigh. Pictures never do him justice. And even if they did, what would be the point? You have to leave tomorrow and nothing could change that, or the grief that’s bound to follow.

Ugh, screw all those stupid romcoms and their happy couples and unrealistic endings! You wish it were as easy as they made it out to be, where one of them just quits their job and leaves home and everyone and everything they know basically, to move halfway across the world and be with the love of their life like it’s no big deal, like it’s the most practical decision ever, and of course they’re all loaded enough to be able to afford it. Stupid. Ridiculous. Know what’s even more ridiculous? The fact that you two had fallen so hopelessly in love over the span of just two months, knowing full well this relationship could have no future. Stupid stupid stupid. If the universe was so intent on handing you the cliché fall in love on vacation trope, why not give you the romcom ending as well? Why torture you like this?

Felix meets your gaze and smiles, though there's something sad about it. “Don’t do that please,”

“Do what?” you feign ignorance and blink innocently, which earns a proper smile from him this time. It tugs at your heart.

“You know what. Watch me with that forlorn look in your eyes. It makes me wanna bear hug you and never let go,” he says as he walks over and does just that.

Your lips curve up into a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lix. You’ll come up with any excuse to touch me,”

“Well if you don't like it–” he starts to pull away.

“Nooo I didn't say that,” you pull his arms back around you and you both laugh. Which is followed by a heavy silence that settles in the nooks and crannies of the room, somehow making the morning not so bright anymore. You're both joking around and dodging questions and being flippant because not doing that would mean having a serious conversation. Not doing that would mean confronting reality and having to say your goodbyes and you promised each other not to be all blue and gloomy on your last day together. You both know the other is also thinking about this, and how not talking about it is just making things weird.

Felix clears his throat. “I should get back to the pancakes. Don't wanna burn them like last time,”

“Right, haha,” you resist the urge to reach out and pull back his arms around you again, trying to ignore how cold you suddenly feel. You hate how painfully awkward you've become over the past few days, walking on eggshells and not being able to say what you're really thinking half the time, swallowing feelings and stopping mid-sentence.

Fifteen minutes later you're sitting at the table and Felix sets a plate in front of you : chocolate chip pancakes with dark chocolate syrup, whipped cream and ice cream. You gape at him. He’s indulging your sweet tooth way too much.

“You're trying to make me diabetic!” you complain, giving him a peck on his cheek.

“It's only for today,” he chuckles and then bites his lip, realising he probably should’ve worded that better.

Only for today. Right. Because from tomorrow he won't even be able to see you, much less make you your favourite breakfast. And you're just supposed to go back to your old life and move on after….all this. After Felix. Totally easy. Totally–

“Hey you wanna watch a movie after?” he interrupts, sensing you going down a spiral. “And then go to the beach?”

You smile at his mention of the beach – it was where you first met. Where it all started. Where you’d spent most of your days together over the past two months. Playing silly games, learning how to surf. Lazy afternoons and late nights. Early morning walks along the shoreline to catch the sunrise. The first kiss you shared on one such walk. It all seems to have gone by in a blur.

17 hours left

You ended up not going to the beach.

You had put on a comedy movie but neither of you laughed much - not because the movie wasn’t funny, but because you just couldn’t bring yourselves to focus. Felix ended up dozing off halfway through, his head nuzzled on your shoulder. You watched the rest of the movie on mute, careful not to move or make a noise so you wouldn’t wake him. He woke up cursing about half an hour later, mad at himself for falling asleep and wasting what little time you have left together. You assured him it was fine, that you were happy just having him by your side. He complained that he wasn’t happy about having spent the half hour unconscious, especially when you were right next to him.

“You’re so cute when you’re sulky,” you’d said, smothering him with kisses. Then he started kissing you back, and uh, let’s just say that the two of you got a little carried away.

12 hours left

Felix sits you down in the living room saying he has a surprise for you.

“Don’t open your eyes until it’s time!”

“How will I know it’s time if I can’t see?”

“You’ll knoww.”

You frown. For a few seconds, there’s only silence. Then you hear a chair being pulled back a few feet away. You hear him clear his throat. You gasp when you hear the piano, your eyes snapping open. A lump forms in your throat as he flashes you a smile and starts singing the first line.

“I know, you know, we know

We weren't meant for each other and it's fine

But if the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

You'd come over and you'd stay the night

Would you love me for the hell of it?

All our fears would be irrelevant

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

The sky'd be falling and I'd hold you tight

And there wouldn't be a reason why

We would even have to say goodbye

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

Right?”

There’s something about the way he whisper-sings that last right? because suddenly it’s impossible to hold the tears back any longer. You run into his arms and clutch him so tight wondering how the hell that single word could be packed with so much hope and despair at the same time.

You suppose it's kind of funny in a sad way, because he's hastily wiping at your cheeks asking you to please not cry but he's crying too, and maybe one day you'll both be able to look back and laugh about this, but right now dear God, you swear you could physically feel your heart break into a million little pieces.

10 hours left

You’re both lying on the couch now, secretly grateful for the cramped space that makes being so squeezed up next to each other necessary. Neither of you suggests moving to the bedroom. You feel his body rise and fall with every breath. You try to focus only on that and not think about anything else. The sun has set and a soft summer breeze blows in through the open window. You watch him absentmindedly fiddle with your intertwined fingers.

“So much for not talking about it,” you snort.

“Well who asked you to start crying and ruin it?”

You elbow him. “Who asked you to choose that stupid song?”

“Hey don’t blame the song!”

“Oh no I’m blaming you, Lee Felix,”

He jabs you in the side playfully and then kisses your cheek. You tilt your head to look at him. His eyes are puffy and the tip of his nose red. Your heart aches at the sight, although your own face is probably no better at the moment. With your free hand, you push back the hair from his forehead. He closes his eyes as you trace lines along his freckles like they’re constellations. “Please don't come to drop me off tomorrow,” you say quietly.

His eyes snap open. He opens his mouth like he's about to protest, then thinks better of it and purses his lips. He nods once, solemnly. He wouldn’t be able to watch you walk away, either.

“Do you regret it?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.

“What?”

“This. Us. Meeting me.”

“You're a dumbass if you think I do,”

He smiles and the ache eases a little. “I don't either. You're worth the heartbreak,”

You try not to let the word heartbreak sink in. “I didn't know you were capable of being so cheesy,” you tease.

“It's all the excess cheese from the Tteokbokki you made for lunch,”

“Well you gave me diabetes, it's only fair that I give you high cholesterol,”

He laughs. “God, Y/n...”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing,”

You look over at him again and you know what he meant to say. And why he didn't say it.

10 minutes

You were hoping you could leave quietly before Felix woke up like you had originally planned, but to your dismay and a bit of irritating delight, he was up even before you were. He made coffee, which you both drank at the table wordlessly. He helped with last-minute packing. Then he sat in the living room as you got ready, his expression unreadable.

You had never said your ‘I love you’s. But when you pulled back from the kiss and he looked at you with that earnestness in his watery eyes, it was as clear as day. You knew. And as you make your way to the airport, you can only pray that he knows too.

Your suitcase is by the door. The taxi is waiting outside. You’ve checked and rechecked that you have your passport and other important items. You’ve avoided meeting his eyes since you woke up this morning although you stole plenty of glances when he wasn’t looking because you don’t know if you can handle what you see in them. But you can’t any longer – there’s hardly 10 minutes left before you have to walk out the door. Taking a deep breath, you make your way to where he’s standing. You hesitantly take his hand in yours – they’re cold despite the warm weather. You look up at him and– oh God. What are you even supposed to say? You don’t know and you don’t want to know, you don’t want to say anything and make this real, you want to pretend none of this is happening. And so you just stare at him helplessly until he cups your face and presses his lips to yours and the entire world melts away for a few minutes.

(Actual clip of Felix singing the song for extra feels)

♪ song series ♪

hi! this is the first instalment in a series of oneshots i will be writing based on/inspired by a certain song. i recommend listening to the song once (even if you've already heard it) before you read it <3

#1 first time (song | song with lyrics)

pairing : choi san x gender neutral reader, ex bf!jung wooyoung x reader

genre : songfic, angst, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers

warnings : none

w.c. : 1.1k

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

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Jung Wooyoung had been your first love. You two had dated for only about five months before things turned sour, but the impact those few months had on you was long-lasting. Of course, you had been in love with him long before you actually got together. And it didn't help that you were the only one who seemed to find it so hard to move on while he appeared perfectly happy.

It happened back when you were both in high school, so naturally you were both a bit immature and made mistakes. But the difference was that at the end of the day, you were always willing to learn from them and do better, because you loved him and really wanted it to work. He, on the other hand, never cared enough to try, and it made you feel like you weren't worth the effort.

It didn't seem to faze him at all when you finally ended things, which left you wondering if he ever even loved you in the first place. Because if he cared even half as much as you did, it shouldn't have been so easy for him to walk away, right? Then you would think back to the start of your relationship - the good times you had, the sweet things he did for you - and you would start questioning where it went wrong. Surely, he didn't just wake up one day and fall out of love? Something must have triggered it. You had been so sure you were destined to be together; you fit like two puzzle pieces. How exactly did you mess up? Then you would have to remind yourself that the onus wasn't just on you; it takes two to make any relationship work. You would remind yourself of all the things that had been wrong with the relationship, that you were better off without him. But love tends to blind you to those faults, doesn't it? And when a jarring alarm plunged you back into reality, it hurt all over again. But you couldn't help it, he had been your dream for so long that you had forgotten how to let go.

* * *

Choi San is your best friend. You shared a class on the first day of college where he made some snide comment about the racist professor, and you found it so funny that the sip of water you had just taken came spewing out of your nose. Needless to say, you two had been inseparable since then. Almost a whole year into your friendship, he confessed he had developed feelings for you. He knew that you didn't feel the same, and assured you he didn't expect anything of you. He just wanted to be honest about what he felt. You braced yourself for the end of your friendship - but surprisingly, it persevered. And so things went back to normal. Well, almost - you stopped talking to him about your lingering feelings for Wooyoung.

* * *

You don't know when exactly those feelings faded.

Graduation is in a few months and you can hardly believe it. You're at the park near your university where you've spent countless afternoons. A dozen more afternoons to go and you won't be able to do this anymore. You look over at San lying on the grass next to you, his eyes closed, his mouth turned upwards in a content smile. The sun on his cheeks. The soft breeze ruffling his hair. You find yourself smiling, too.

You don't know when these new feelings started making themselves known, either. Or what set them off, for that matter.

Maybe it was that time you called him in the middle of the night when the power was out. You hadn't expected him to answer even if he was somehow awake, because you had just had an argument that day and hadn't talked since. You didn't argue often but when you did, you both needed a bit of space for a day or two to sulk, before eventually talking it out and making up. So it hadn't even been a whole day since the fight, and if it weren't for the dark, and the thunderstorm roaring outside, and the nightmare you had just woken up crying from, you wouldn't even have called him but you did. Because he was the only person that came to mind. And he answered, like he always did. And that was the first time he sang to you. His voice felt like being kissed on the forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

Or maybe it was the time you showed him your plushie collection and he got so excited you couldn't handle how cute he was.

Or the time you got so worried when he missed class one day and he wouldn't answer any of your calls or texts and it turned out it was because he had to take a wounded kitten to the vet.

Or the time you cooked him his favourite meal for his birthday and he wouldn't stop boasting about it to everyone.

“What are you staring at?” the sound of his voice pulls you back to the present, and you realise your eyes have been glued to his face for who knows how long.

He arches an eyebrow at you, his soft smile stretching out into a teasing grin, and you could swear you feel butterflies in your stomach. Butterflies that you thought had long died, back in highschool.

“Nothing,”

He shakes his head, resuming his sun bath. You resume admiring his features.

This wasn't pity or gratitude, you were sure. You didn't know what this was yet but you knew it wasn't that. And you knew that whatever this was, it felt as warm and golden as the sunlight on your faces.

You lay down next to him, scooting a little closer than you usually would. If he notices this, he doesn't say anything. You try to think of the last time you thought about Wooyoung and find that surprisingly, you can't remember. And nor does it bother you. He is no longer the face that frequents your dreams, or the name that makes your heart do summersaults.

Your fingers softly graze San's. He doesn't respond at first, and you think he's fallen asleep. Then they twitch, just a little - hesitant, confused. Your fingertips caress the side of his hand every so lightly, and you link your little finger with his. There's a brief pause. Then he takes your hand in his, and you give it a tight squeeze. He squeezes back. All this, while the rest of your bodies lay motionless and your hearts race like the wings of a hummingbird. All this, while your eyes are closed and your giddy smiles light up your faces like the sun.

A passerby might not have noticed this little interaction. Even if they did, they wouldn't think much of it - just two friends fiddling around, or maybe a couple enjoying their date. But only the two of you would know the gravity of this moment. Only the two of you feel the silent shift in your relationship, of new dreams taking shape. A small step in the eyes of everyone else, a giant leap for the both of you.

maeumi & me - ch 13 : jungwon's bed

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» synopsis : maeumi, your maltese pup, has been a huge part of your life ever since you first adopted him a few years ago. but little did you imagine that getting accepted into your dream university would mean having to leave him behind. heartbroken, you whine and lament to your friends about how unfair the situation is. whilst half-heartedly looking up foster homes maeumi could temporarily stay in, you're surprised when yang jungwon - a former schoolmate you'd hardly ever spoken to before - offers to take him in.

» pairing : yang jungwon x gn! reader

» genre : college au, social media au, pet parents au, fluff, strangers (kind of?) to friends to lovers, humour, a lil bit of angst

» warnings : swearing, jokes about death/suicide (kms/kys etc), mentions of pet injury

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

tag list : open [comment or send an ask to be added <3] @hiqhkey @i-yeseo @harperwasstaken1 @tomorrowbymoa-together @kange3939 @yjwluvz

Hey can I be in maeumi and me taglist :)

of course! ♥️

maeumi & me - ch 19 : perfect excuse

a/n : *take him on walks sorry 🥴 also what's a girl gotta do to get you guys to interact with me 😭 plssss comment i need motivation

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» synopsis : maeumi, your maltese pup, has been a huge part of your life ever since you first adopted him a few years ago. but little did you imagine that getting accepted into your dream university would mean having to leave him behind. heartbroken, you whine and lament to your friends about how unfair the situation is. whilst half-heartedly looking up foster homes maeumi could temporarily stay in, you're surprised when yang jungwon - a former schoolmate you'd hardly ever spoken to before - offers to take him in.

» pairing : yang jungwon x gn! reader

» genre : college au, social media au, pet parents au, fluff, strangers (kind of?) to friends to lovers, humour, a lil bit of angst

» warnings : swearing, jokes about death/suicide (kms/kys etc), mentions of pet injury

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

tag list : open [comment or send an ask to be added <3] @hiqhkey @i-yeseo @harperwasstaken1 @tomorrowbymoa-together @kange3939 @yjwluvr