Thirdwheels (arent Allowed!) L.hs

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SUMMARY ! is it really that hard to get some alone time with your s/o when you have six annoying bandmates around at all times? after returning from tour feeling more than eager to see you, heeseung learns the hard way that the answer is yes, absolutely.

PAIRING ! heeseung x gn!reader

WC ! 2.1k

GENRE ! fluff, comedy, clingy bf hee content woohooo

WARNINGS ! mentions of the horror movie ‘smile’

a/n: decided to restore and finish up a very old req to be active again, sorry anon for the long wait <\3 finally a hee fic for my mlist yippee!!

“hee, i swear to god i can’t do this,” you announce, hiding cowardly behind your bowl of popcorn.

ever since your boyfriend had departed for his group’s tour, he’d been talking to you about this ‘smile’ movie nonstop and how the two of you just had to see it the day he returned.

however, the only thing heeseung had actually explained to you about said movie was that it’d been topping the film charts for over three weeks straight, and that if he said anything else it’d ‘ruin the surprise.’

now you recognise that the only actual reason he said that was to make sure you didn’t chicken out; considering it was apparently one of the scariest horror movies of the year.

“you can! it’s going to be so fun, i promise.” the deer boy grins, childishly kicking his feet back and forth in the cinema’s seat. “and if you get scared, you can always hold me.” (heeseung didn’t plan to ever admit it, but this was his ulterior motive in bringing you to a horror movie in particular).

you huff, “i’m breaking up with you.”

he only snickers, lifting his arm over your shoulder. “no you aren’t, silly.”

besides your constant complaining about how you didn’t think you were going to survive watching the movie, heeseung was more than ecstatic to finally relax after the constant promotions and just enjoy spending alone time with you. it felt like forever since he’d gotten a day to be with you without his members interrupting—

“hey, isn’t that niki and jake?”

heeseung’s smile immediately drops, following your gaze to see none other than his two idiot bandmates walking into the theatre with popcorn and drinks of their own. of course they just happened to be going to the exact same movie on the exact same day as you and him.

“oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” he groans, watching in disbelief as they both scan the seats. before heeseung could tell you to duck down and pretend you never saw either of his members, you’d already stood up from your seat and began waving to the boys. “wh— y/n, what are you doing!?” he whisper-yells in a panic.

“niki! over here!” you yell, clueless to your boyfriend who facepalms in agony. when the younger boy notices you, he tugs on jake’s sleeve, pointing to you before running over swiftly.

“y/n, hyung? what are the chances?!” jake playfully sticks his tongue out, quickly taking the seat next to niki, who had immediately claimed the spot to your left.

“i didn’t know you like horror, y/n,” niki remarks in amusement, taking a leisure sip of his soda.

you sigh at the reminder of what you’d been tricked into, glancing over at the culprit who seemed to be in the middle of sulking for an unknown reason. “oh, i definitely don’t. this shithead didn’t tell me anything! how am i supposed to know a movie called ‘smile’ of all things is a horror?”

the two boys bursts into laughter, unlike heeseung who was munching angrily on his popcorn, wondering why his time with you had to be disrupted for the billionth time.

it only got worse as the ads finally came to an end and the movie started; heeseung watching in disappointment as you mindlessly cling onto niki’s arm instead of his. you and jake were probably the loudest ones in the theatre judging by how others kept turning around and sending glares at the four of you, niki only cackling maniacally at your scared yelps and reactions the whole time.

at about halfway through the movie, heeseung finally had enough of third wheeling his own date.

“babe,” he mutters, forcing your arms to tangle around his own. you allow him even if you’re slightly confused, giving him a hum in acknowledgment. “after this shit’s over, wanna play video games with me at the dorm?”

you snicker teasingly at his childishness, “you were practically dying to see this movie though.”

“not with niki and jake!” he whines noisily, earning another angry glare from a woman seated nearby.

“shhh!” you scold, “fine, mario kart then?”

your boyfriend grins in content, pulling his purple hood up. “you know me so well.”

—

this time, heeseung was sure nothing could ruin his time with you.

the dorm was completely empty from what he knew; niki and jake were still out doing who knows what, jay was dragged along on sunoo and sunghoon’s shopping trip, and jungwon was... well, heeseung wasn’t sure about their leader, but he was rarely the type to bother him anyway.

at last, here he was with you sitting criss-cross next to him, switch controllers in hand and tv volume echoing the mario kart soundtrack on full blast. “bro, you always choose boring old link,” you complain, “why can’t you be mario so we match?”

“just because you called me bro, i’m definitely not changing now,” heeseung deadpans, clicking the ‘continue’ button to scan through vehicle options.

you frown in defeat, watching as the boy confidently scrolls through the different wheels and carts. his brows furrow in concentration as he reads the statistics of each option, pink lips jutted in a soft pout.

however, his intense focusing also gave you time to equip your most powerful, secret strategy, which was to copy your boyfriend’s exact idea and click start before he can notice.

right as the screen moves on to pick the map, heeseung’s eyes widen in realization. “yah, why does your thing look the same as mine?!” he exclaims, eliciting an evil cackle from your lips.

before he can unleash his wrath on you though, the sound of a nearby door being opened saves you as a familiar red haired boy prances in. while you gasp in excitement, heeseung’s mouth drops open in disbelief, watching as jungwon takes a seat right between the two of you.

“mario kart and nobody invited me?” the younger jokes, grabbing a third controller off the table.

“won!” you greet cheerfully, “i’m so sorry, we didn’t even know you were in there, right hee?”

“yeah, no idea,” he croaks out much more depressingly than he was aiming for, drawing questioning glances from both of you.

after jungwon had successfully connected, heeseung regards painfully as you go all the way back to the character selection scene, erasing his entire vehicle design and map choices before reselecting luigi as if nothing happened.

and to top it all of, stupid, stupid jungwon had swooped in at breakneck speed and rushed to choose mario before heeseung could even recover from his sorrowful mourning. “there, now we can match y/n!” the cat-like boy had giggled cutely, and it made heeseung want to pull his own hoodie strings until he choked in raging frustration.

was it too much to ask to have just one small, cute, alone moment with his partner today?

“aww, look at us!” you grin obliviously, “maybe heeseung can be peach!”

jungwon nods, “or he could be bowser!”

heeseung thinks he’d rather die.

—

after suffering through five whole rounds of slipping on banana peels and jungwon purposely trying to hit him with blue shells, heeseung had announced that he was done playing for the day; throwing the controller down defeatedly and sludging over to his bedroom with a pout.

it was easy for you to tell that something upset your boyfriend, and unfortunately for jungwon, he was your priority over mario kart no matter how intense the tournament was getting.

after a swift goodbye hug to the younger boy, you depart from the living room to find heeseung curled up on his bed, black headphones barely peeking out from under his purple hood. his bambi eyes widen curiously at your entrance, pausing his music as you take the spot on bed next to him.

“hi pretty boy.” you playfully wiggle your brows, knowing just how to get the boy next to you smiling again. however, your normally victorious strategy seems to fail; lips falling as you notice his gentle smile barely reaches his eyes. “how’re you feeling?”

caressing his knuckles in yours, you watch his face carefully. “m’okay, just a little bummed out after today. was hoping to spend my time with just you for once in a blue moon,” he murmurs honestly.

this is one of your (many) favourite things about heeseung.

no matter big or small, he’s never afraid or embarrassed to display his emotions and express them to you. if you buy him a new video game, he’ll do a little giddy dance and pepper you in thankful smooches. if you make him mad, he won’t just brush it off; he’ll let you know with a glare or frown before going right back to smiling after your apology.

if he’s upset that his whole day with you was ruined, he’ll tell you that until you give him the attention he deserved, which is what you decide to do.

you smile before wrapping your entire body around his, leaving small pecks along his face and neck. “well, it seems like you’re alone now.. and here i am,” you remind slyly.

the boy exhales in what could only be described as relief at your suggestion, wrapping his arms around your body hesitantly as if you’d poof into thin air at any moment. you reach a lazy hand up to massage the delicate roots of his hair, planting kisses on the side of his neck and showering him in all the love he craved and merited.

“am i in heaven?” he suddenly murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.

you pause your ministrations to peer up at him, snickering softly. “until the boy’s get back and force us to join their karaoke night, sure.”

heeseung immediately groans as if you’d punched his gut, eyes shutting tighter in agony while you laugh harder. “baby, don’t talk about them right now.”

feeling half an ounce of sympathy, you mumble out an apology before hastily returning to your gentle touches.

you’d admit that during other occasions like this, heeseung was the one spoiling you; willingly being the big spoon during every cuddle session and giving you all the affection and care.

though because of the lofty opportunity presented right in front of you this afternoon, you could now agree that you see the appeal of being the attention-giver.

you sigh, feeling your arm cramp from staying in such an awkward position atop heeseung’s head for so long. when not a single complaint is heard as you remove your hand, your eyebrow raises, anticipating the whiny ‘noooo’ or ‘put it back’ from the male under you.

that’s when you sit up on your elbow, studying the expression of a now fast-asleep heeseung. at first you chuckle, taking a picture and admiring his flawless beauty before eventually stifling a yawn, allowing your own eyes to shut mindlessly.

—

“ooh heeseung hyung! guess what we’re doing t—“ riki pauses his boisterous announcement, freezing in the doorway as he registers the bizarre view inside heeseung’s bedroom.

there you and his bandmate lay, limbs all over the place, hair a mess, and a single, unappealing drop of drool cascading down the corner of heeseung’s mouth. your soft snoring was luckily muffled against his purple hoodie, but riki still nearly burst out laughing at one of your legs that was awkwardly hanging off the bed with a sock dangling off your heel.

“yah,” the maknae whisper-yells, sending quick gestures once the other boy’s met his playful gaze.

in no time, three more of the members had arrived to witness the spectacle. jay was hitting sunoo’s shoulder while silent laughing hysterically, jake had to run out before his laughter woke you up, and riki was busy taking blackmail pictures from each and every angle.

“that’s enough, idiot,” sunoo eventually scolds, and riki obliges amazingly, stuffing his phone into his pocket with an evil giggle.

jay lets out a huff, nodding over to heeseung, “jake and won said he’s been pouty all day, you got any idea why?”

“oh, probably ‘cause i was purposely taking y/n’s attention at the movie today.”

their eyes widen, and sunoo nearly forgets to whisper. “what the hell were you of all people doing third wheeling their date!?”

“okay, that part wasn’t on purpose,” riki defends, and jay gives him the stink eye. “no, seriously! me and jake hyung just happened to go to the same theatre at the same time.”

sunoo murmurs something about them being idiots again right as jay shoots another question at the younger. “well why’d you have to bother y/n? you know heeseung would get all whiny, riki.”

the younger shrugs, nonchalantly making his way to the door. “because it’s funny.”

before either boy’s could scold him, a yawn is heard from the bed, making all three heads snap nervously to an arising heeseung. he yawns, stretching exaggeratedly, “what’s funny?”

all three of them glance at each other, rushing out and slamming the bedroom door closed. “nothing!”

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↬part forty four — cancelled

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↬hwang hyunjin x reader | college au

you have a crush on him, he feels nothing. you'd do anything as long as you get to spend time with him, he takes it for granted. but even those who have feelings for someone can reach their limit, and hyunjin is the only one to blame.

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## the only "right thing". — p. jongseong

synopsis: park jongseong is the only right thing in your world, you believe. and he believes that he was only right for you. years passed things have changed—including your right thing.

or wherein, you confess your feelings by giving jongseong a book that reminds you so much of him. when he confesses back with a journal full of quotes from various books, it was already too late.

pairing: jay x f!reader, heeseung x f!reader

content/genre: friends to (almost) lovers, coming of age, fluff, angst. sad ending.

warning(s): swearing, sad ending, unproofread. tell me if i missed something !! <3

word count: 4k (4082)

note: this is me... being bored because i finished my book in just 32 hours. and also so fucking self-indulgent. i hope u like this. also !! i might give this a happy ending tomorrow. heavy emphasis on might because i havent written it yet :> anyway !!

Jay has never been big on reading, but somehow, he is best friends with someone who loves to read. Jay adored how much you love reading, amazed him how you can finish 300+ pages in less than 24 hours. He noticed how you annotate your books, the way you write your little notes. If you have longer thoughts, you’d write them in a square sticky note, paste it on the page where the chapter ends. He was never big on reading, but he noticed your habits when reading.

After school is dismissed when there are no homeworks given, or you would do them at lunch so you could spend the remaining hours of the day reading, you would go straight to the local library. Jay is always there with you, everyday. You never asked him to go with you, he just followed you. Even if Jake and Sunghoon would call him to go play with them in the computer shop, Jay, with no hesitation, would say, “I can’t. I’ll play with you guys later when I get home—if you’re still playing, by then.”

“You could go with them, you know? I don’t mind.” You would say after minutes of walking to the library.

“I know,” he says. “But I want to be with you.”

He would sit beside you, playing a game on his phone or doing his homework while you read there. He could hear his three friends shouting at him from wherever they are when Jay’s character dies. How would Jay be able to win if he wasn’t looking on his phone, anyway? He’s always been looking at you.

The corners of his mouth twitches upwards when he reads your annotations, a simple “wtf?” or maybe an angrier “what if you use your brain even just for a SECOND”. Whatever it is, Jay always smiles at your annotations.

He never asked about the books you read, what they’re about, what happens, etc. But he asked once with his soft gentle honey voice, “Have you always been into reading?”

You were a little startled, looked up into his eyes. “Uh, yeah.” You mumble. “When I was a kid, I would see mom sneak out of bed and sit in the bathroom all night long to read. She didn’t want to wake dad or me up.”

He hums. “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” You ask.

“Reading.” Jay says. “You know that I’ve never been much of a reader, but you always are.”

You smile. “I love reading.” You answer. “It takes me to another world. It makes me forget the problems right here—“ your nails tap on the table, gesturing here, in the real world. “—all the bad things happening, all the mean, rude people, I forget them. I’m honestly starting to fully believe good things and people only exist in books.”

Fiction. You think they’re all fictional. You sometimes hate it, when there’s something good that happens, you immediately count the time how long happiness will last until something bad happens. 

“I sometimes wonder if you’re even real, Jongseong.” You softly say, almost like a whisper. 

Jay remembers the times you would randomly hug him and even if you’re not okay, you still say you’re okay. But he knew better than to believe that, so in a silent way, he’d always try to make everything better, make you forget things that would make you sad. It makes him think now, with that statement, that maybe he’s the only good thing in the world that you have. 

And he is correct. Park Jongseong is your only right thing in the world.

Jay smiles softly. “Don’t worry.” He softly says. “I’m very much real.” You smile at his response and he places his hand on your hair, pushing a strand behind your ear. “Go back to reading. I won’t disturb you, anymore.” He says, softly patting your head.

“Between you and me,” you say. “You’re the only ‘disturbance’ I accept when reading. You’re not one, though.”

Jay’s smile never left, it only grew bigger.

He’s always been in love with you. Every occasion, he gives a book as a gift. It’s slipped in his mind if he should put in a note that says he’s always been in love with you or some cheesy quote from the book that he would search online (since again, he’s not big on reading) and say that it was how he felt about you.

Graduating year comes, Jay tries to push his feelings at the back of his mind. But how can he, whenever he sees you, his day becomes brighter in an instant? He wants to tell you how he feels, he really does. But then other than the fact that he just can’t seem to tell you how he feels, he starts to question if it’s worth the risk of losing you if ever you two break up. It’s risky, everyone knows falling in love with their best friend is risky. Jay thinks he couldn’t handle it if he loses you.

It still went like that, always accompanying you to the library. You read and Jay doesn’t play on his phone anymore. He accepted it a long time ago, when you’re around, nothing else is around anymore. “Read to me?” He asks one time and you look at him, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I’m good with spoken poetry.” You say with a small laugh, teasing and Jay chuckles.

“Just read normally. You don’t have to read like you’re in class, having a presentation.” He says and you laugh softly. “But if you’re not comfortable, that’s okay.”

You look at him, sighing but smile as you move your chair closer to his. “Just for you.” You say. “Only you.”

“Thank you.” He says and you smile, start to read loudly, but not too loud to disrupt the whole library. And then, you two move somewhere else where no one can hear you read, just you two. Just for him. He felt so lucky. Luckier than that lucky star everyone wishes at.

When Jay hears the words, “Jongseong, I’m moving away when we graduate.”, he felt his world shatter. He couldn’t smile and neither could you. You were happy you got accepted in the university you wanted, but you can’t smile due to the fact that you will be away from Jongseong. Your best friend. Your comfort. Your only right thing.

“When?” He softly asks.

“Graduation day.” You softly say.

“Right away?” He asks, you only nod as your lower lip was lightly trembling. 

You sigh, shaking your head. “This is…” you exhale a breath, tears pooling in your eyes. Shit? Wrong? “…insane. I should be happy, I’m going to the university I want, but all I could think about is that I’m not going to be with you anymore.”

Jay sighs, he couldn’t lie to you. “Y/N…” he softly calls and you could only close your eyes, letting the tears fall. “Hey, come on.” He says, pulling you in a hug as he holds you close. This is your favorite place—in his arms. Jongseong’s hugs always feel safe, comfortable, warm and most importantly, you always feel like he’s putting back the pieces together when he hugs you. You don’t know what you’re going to do without him.

You told Jay he always says the right thing whenever you talk to him, but now, he doesn’t know what to say. So he settles for, “Congratulations.” in a whisper, but you can still hear the crack in his voice.

“Thank you,” you mumble against his chest.

You two decided to not talk about it for now, just soak up the moment of being together. Jay thought it’s better for the two of you, you agreed. Even though you cannot stop thinking about it and you know Jay can’t stop thinking about it either. 

Day before the graduation, you and Jay were in your house since your parents weren’t home until late at night. Jay is sitting on the couch, you were resting your head against his chest with your hands holding up your book as his fingers softly rake through your hair and you were softly speaking the words of the book.

Eleanor hadn’t written him a letter, it was a postcard.

Just three long words.

Jay looks at you as you close your book, resting it on your chest as you close your eyes. He softly sighs, wondering if he’s making the mistake of not telling you how he feels. He surely can’t tell you anymore, you were going tomorrow. He didn’t want to mess with your head anymore if you ever feel the same way.

Graduation day comes, the ceremony begins happily, ends happily. But for you and Jay, not so much. You haven’t seen Jay the whole day since his seat was far away from yours. It was your last day and your parents are already rushing you since it was a half hour drive to the airport, but you had to find Jay. You squeeze through the crowd, looking for him.

“Y/N!” You hear and you turn around, seeing him. You run to him, tackling him in a hug as he almost loses his balance, but he catches it anyway. His cap knocks off his head, but you catch it as you hold him tight. “Are you leaving now?”

“Yes, I’m sorry—”

“Shh,” Jay hushes you. “You don’t have to apologize, there’s nothing to apologize for.” He says, hugging you tight. You sigh, pulling away as you give him cap and he smiles.

“This is for you.” You say, holding a box-shaped something that is wrapped.

“I didn’t get you anything.” Jay says and you raise an eyebrow at him. Just two days ago, he bought you another book.

“No.” You say, shaking your head. “This is… something that… I just made it for you. I hope you like it or…” You shrug and Jay smiles, taking it.

“Of course. I love it already.” he says and you smile, pulling him in a hug again as he gladly wraps his arms around you.

“Jongseong,” you whisper into his ear.

“Yes?”

You press a kiss on his cheek and he closes his eyes, savoring the moment. “I love you.” You say and pull away from him. When Jay opened his eyes, you were already somewhere in the crowd. He wasn’t even able to tell you he loves you too. You were already gone.

Night falls, Jay rests on his bed, looking at his window. Then, he sits up, remembering the gift you gave him. He carefully opens the wrapping paper, not wanting to tear it. It was a book full of your annotations with tabs. Jay wasn’t big on reading, but he finds himself reading the book the whole night. There was a color tab system, green for quotes jongseong might like, blue for reminders for jongseong, and yellow for reminds me of jongseong.

Then, the highlighted and annotated parts.

It’s always better to have the truth up front than to be misled. — you have always been a fan of truths, even though it hurts bad and you never know how to lie

I can read you like a book. — you always knew when something is wrong even when we’re not in the same room, you just happen to know if i’m not okay

There would be a raging wildfire racing towards me from the west and I’d straining eastward toward his warmth. — always run to you

We really are two opposing magnets, incapable of being in the same room without drawing together. — like i said, even if we’re not in the same room, you just always manage to go to me, know when im not okay

I want to be here with you and not worry about what comes next. — this is what we did for the last two months

I’ll go anywhere with you. — if you had asked me to stay, i wouldn’t have hesitated to say yes

If I had to pick one person to be in my corner, it’d be you. Every time. — it will always be you, park jongseong

If any part of all this is that you think, in the end, I’ll want a golden retriever instead of a mean little cat, you’re wrong. — everyone thinks you’re mean for telling the truth, but i think it’s what i love most about you. whatever happens, at the end of the day, you’re still what and who i want, jongseong

I just wanted to be somewhere… near you. — i’m thankful you always chose me over playing in your phone. you’re never far away from me

I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to accept this can’t be anything. — there will be so many what ifs that i will ask about us, jongseong

You do have me. I never stood a chance. — you will always have me, even if i know i dont stand a chance with you, jongseong.

I doubt I will ever like anyone else in the world as much as I like you. — i love you, jongseong. so fucking much.

I’m glad we had our moment. Even if it didn’t last as long as we wanted to. — we never did.

He was never big on reading, but he finished it in one night. It’s when he regrets everything. He should have told you how he felt, he should have held you rather than let you go when you told him you love him. But now, all he can do is close his eyes, hold the book in his hands, pretend that it is you who is right beside him.

Days, months, years passed, things have changed. Jay became a reader overnight. He missed you a little too much, causing him to go to the local library you two were always at, reading almost everything right away. The librarian noticed, of course, she knew Jay and she knew that Jay wasn’t a reader, all she knew was Jay was always there because he wanted to be with you even though you were in a whole other world. Until Jay decided he wanted to go with you, asking you to read to him. 

She was saddened at the thought of Jay reading there, all alone, missing you. He read your favorite books, the ones you read over and over again—Jane Eyre, Normal People, The Great Gatsby, Sense and Sensibility, etc. Until Jay’s room was filled with books, he still didn’t stop reading.

He remembered when he asked you what reading felt like to you. Now, he knows what it felt like for him. When he reads, he feels like he’s with you. It was as simple as that. He feels you right there beside him, reading your own book with one arm around his own.

When it was his turn to leave, it wasn’t hard for him. You weren’t there to be left. All he did was pack his necessities and bring his favorite book with him—the one you gave. And he was all set to go after the profession he wanted. He was sure that if he gets a new place, he’d fill it up with books, just like what he did with his room.

Of course, he can never fully leave his hometown. He always came back every holiday. Helped his mom with the cooking, talked to his dad about his job, talked to his cousins about life with a little drinking. But he hoped you would come home every time he did. It never happened. He doesn’t even know how to get in touch with you anymore. He doesn’t even remember how he lost contact with you, it just happened.

But he also thought that maybe it was for the best. After all, he remembers in the book, you said that if he had asked you to stay, you would. He can’t let you do that, not for him.

Then, that one year. Jay was home for the holidays, he was in his room, reading the book you gave for the nth time. He couldn’t help, but trace his finger on your handwriting. He missed you so bad. There were so many opportunities that he could have just dated and moved on, but he can’t. You were right, there are too many what ifs. Suddenly, breaking him away from his thoughts, his phone buzzes and he looks at it.

Jake: I heard Y/N’s home. I’m not sure where she is, but Sunghoon saw her in the grocery earlier.

Jay stands up right away, he can’t believe what he’s reading. He rereads it over five times to make sure his brain wasn’t making this all up. What does he do now? Jay puts his book and phone down, going to his desk, grabbing a journal with the same wrapping paper you have given him. He knew right away where you were. So, he walked there with his hands trembling. Would you be happy to see him? Would you cry? Would you kiss him like when you did when he left?

Then Jay arrives in front of the local library. He looks at it before deciding to finally go up to the steps, placing his hand on the handle of the glass door. But he doesn’t push it open. He stops.

His whole world stops.

He is right, you’re in there. In the same exact spot where you two would always sit by. Where you would read and he would play on his phone which turned to him watching you in peace. Except, he wasn’t there. Someone else was. He had an arm around you, his cheek on top of your head as you two read one book and you would point something at the book with a wide smile on your face, your hand holding your pen and highlighter.

With all the possibilities that he thought when he saw you again, he never thought of you having someone else. You were happy. And in that moment, Jay regrets devouring every detail in you like he always used to. He regrets looking at your hand, your ring finger to be specific. Holding his breath, he takes a step back before turning around and walking off. Then, he realizes he is walking the way to your house. He looks up, seeing your house, goes in front and opens the mailbox, putting the journal he made for you.

It was what he did ever since he started reading. He made a journal of lines and quotes that reminded him of you. Just like what you did with the book you gave him. Then he left his own messages for you as to why it reminded him of you.

Jay finally feels the things he read about heartbreak. He only knew heartbreak can be fixed, but this one, he doesn’t know if it will be. He walks off, going home with a heavy heart.

Hours later, you and your husband, Heeseung arrive at your childhood home. He was cracking up a joke that never failed to make you laugh. “Look, you have mail.” He says, pointing at your mailbox.

“Oh,” you say with a smile, reaching the mailbox as you open it, putting down the arm. You grab what’s inside and you look at it, seeing your name in the tag. Your smile slowly fades. You know whose handwriting is that. When it comes to him, you always know. It’s your only right thing.

“What is it?” Heeseung softly asks and you hum, looking at him.

“I don’t know.” You say. “I’ll open it later. It’s from an old friend.”

Heeseung smiles, kissing your forehead as you two go inside. Your family celebrated the holiday, but you couldn’t keep your mind off of the small gift sitting on your desk, wrapped in the same old gift wrapped that you gave him. When it was finally over, you silently thank the heavens you could finally go upstairs. 

You waited for Heeseung to sleep and when he was finally sleeping peacefully, you pulled away from his embrace, pressing a soft kiss on his temple. You grab the small gift from Jay, walking quietly to the bathroom. You turned the light on, locked the door and put the lid of the toilet down. You sit there, opening the gift carefully. You open the journal and see it was all of his annotations. Jay said that he started to read when you left because it made him feel like you didn’t leave at all.

Whenever your name comes up, I just get flustered and leave the room. — this is why i didn’t want you hanging out with jake and sunghoon. they’d tell you how flustered i get every time they talk about you (or according to them, when i talk about you)

Mad were you? You seemed pretty normal to me. — you thought it was weird for me because you thought i could hang with others and play, when i rather just be with you all the fucking time

I’m always on your side, princess. — always, y/n. rooting for you, always.

And I love that about humanity, and in fact it’s the very reason I root for us to survive—because we are so stupid about each other. — we are stupid for not letting each other know how we really feel about each other

Maybe I just say the right thing for you. — you believe i always say the right thing. but truthfully, i only know what the right thing to say with you.

If God wanted me to give you up, he wouldn’t have made me who I am. — i would always choose you, y/n

How graceful she looked in the crowd, his eyes followed her, her long beautiful neck, her shoulders gleaming in sunlight. Like watching his life walk away from him. — this was how i felt when you were gone. i wasn’t able to watch you walk away, but i felt my life was over when i didn’t see you anymore the moment i opened my eyes

She said: I’ll be back. He nodded, he was smiling at her. Don’t worry, he said, I’ll be here. — you never told me you’ll be back, but i will still wait for you.

I’d know you in the dark. From a thousand miles away. There’s nothing you could become that I haven’t already fallen in love with. — there’s nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you.

We’re going to do this right. No shortcuts. — when if you get back, we’ll do this right, okay? we’ll answer all the what ifs together. it’s you and me, y/n.

By the time you were done reading, tears were fully streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t know Jay loved you just as much. If you did, maybe you would have waited. Maybe it was Jay who is on your bed right now, sleeping. And you didn’t have to sneak out to open this gift. You could have opened it with him and you would be thanking him, kissing him again and again.

But it doesn’t matter now. It’s Heeseung now. Heeseung is your right thing now, not Jay. Not anymore. So you wiped your tears, washed your face before going out. You put the journal somewhere in your closet where you don’t touch anymore. You go back to Heeseung. “Baby? Where’d you go?” He mumbles as he pulls you in his arms.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I read for a bit.” You lied and he hums.

“Next time it happens, wake me up and I’ll read with you, okay?” He says, kissing your lips as you two close your eyes and sleep.

A few streets away from yours, Jay was in his own room. He couldn’t wait to get out of here. Maybe he wouldn’t go home as much as he used to. He doesn’t know. All he knows right now is that your what ifs won’t be answered anymore. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to accept this can’t be anything. Jay remembers. You’ve finally accepted it, long ago by the looks of it.

He only stares at the book, eyes on that one line he hoped he would never relate. With a heavy heart, he uncaps his highlighter, pressing the tip on the paper and dragging it down until the last word.

Right. Eventually, I would have to let you go.

lines are from:

eleanor & park, rainbow rowell

book lovers, emily henry

beautiful world, where are you? sally rooney

attachments, rainbow rowell

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LOVE NEWS ! — CHAPTER 12

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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 6

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❆ choi soobin x f!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ❆ you met choi soobin one fateful summer when you were nineteen and then he became the one that got away. now you’re twenty two, and just when you think you’re ready to move on, the only boy you’ve ever truly loved shows back up in your life. but your friends are determined to keep you together this time.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❆ i didnt forget this time!! also, just for clarification, the last two ss are from beomgyu’s pov

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FOURTY / something like this

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BY THE TIME YOU ARRIVED BACK TO YOUR APARTMENT THAT NIGHT, it was much later than you’d originally intended. Following your (very anticlimactic) breakup, Yunjin had insisted it was the perfect excuse to go out and get absolutely wasted. She’d even tried to get Sakura and Chaewon to join, but they politely declined, leaving it to be just the two of you. So, you followed Yunjin to some random club where she did indeed get wasted, while you weren’t really in the mood to drink.

All you could do was zone out while Felix’s words echoed around in your head. Was he right? Had you really been secretly harboring feelings for Beomgyu this entire time, but been too afraid to face them? After all, it was much easier to convince yourself you were falling for a stranger you met at work than to admit you were falling for your roommate.

You had thought back to the night you’d gone out drinking together, and thought Felix wasn’t interested in you. You had reminisced on the way he made you smile, and laugh, and completely forget about your relationship problems. And then, you had wondered what would have happened that night if Felix never called you. If you never made Beomgyu upset with you, if you had stayed out with him longer…

After that little hypothetical, you did end up having a drink of your own. You were nowhere near as drunk as Yunjin, just buzzed enough to ease your anxiety before it got the better of you. Eventually, you’d gotten tired of sitting at the bar and being overwhelmed by your thoughts, you began dancing with Yunjin in the giant sea of people.

Around 1 AM, Yunjin started trying to climb up on the barstools, and you knew that was the sign it was time for you to go home. So, you dragged a very clingy and very drunk Yunjin out of the club, and into an Uber to take you back to your apartment. You’d thought of just dropping her off back at her own place, but as you watched her breathe on the windows and draw phallic shapes in the precipitation, you knew she was in no state to be alone.

And that was how you ended up leading her down your hallway, attempting to keep her quiet so she wouldn’t wake any of your neighbors. She kept going on about how much she loved you, and how sorry she was none of your relationships worked out, which she seemed to think was sweet of her, but was really more like salt in the wound at that point.

Due to how late it was, you assumed your roommates would have fallen asleep already, so you shushed Yunjin as you flipped through your keys and finally unlocked the door. But when you opened it, you saw the three boys sitting around the coffee table in the living space, playing what looked to be a game of Monopoly.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought! Pay up you fucking idiot!” Beomgyu was yelling, waving some card in front of a very defeated looking Yeonjun. Soobin seemed to be a bit out of it, entranced by the swishing of the wine in the glass he held in front of himself. His gaze drifted over to you and Yunjin, though, then his eyes widened.

“Oh my god! Burglars!” He shouted, leaping up to his feet and nearly spilling his glass, but just as quickly as he’d tensed up, he relaxed again. “Oh, hi Y/N. Hi Yunjin!” He greeted them, and the other two boys finally noticed them.

“Hey, uh, how was your date?” Yeonjun asked, blinking at the two of you. Beomgyu sat quietly across from him, avoiding eye contact with you, which you were actually thankful for.

Yunjin giggled at the question, leaning on your shoulder as she began to remove her shoes. “It was so much fun. It turned out Felix and his friend Hyunjin were in love, so Y/N dumped him, and so we just went out clubbing the two of us!” She explained, singing the last part and nearly toppling over.

“Oh, I thought you guys were joking on Twitter. Sorry, Y/N.” Soobin frowned, and slowly sank back down to where he’d been sitting previously.

“Yeah, really sorry, Y/N.” Yeonjun said, and blinked at the two of you. “So, wait, Felix and that Hyunjin guy like each other? And he didn’t sweep Yunjin off her feet?” He asked, and as he said so, your friend, began to tip over onto you.

She grumbled about being tired, and you let out a soft sigh. “Nope, he did not.” You replied, doing your best to help her stand up. “She needs to get to bed, though, you can ask her all about it tomorrow.”

In that moment, you made the mistake of glancing over at Beomgyu, who coincidentally had finally decided to look at you. Your eyes met, and immediately Felix’s words began to echo incessantly in your mind.

I think you secretly like him too.

You knew he was right when your heart began to pound against your ribcage, begging for you to let it out. You knew he was right when your mouth went dry, and it felt like the only thing that could quench your thirst was a swim in his eyes. You knew he was right when the entirety of your skin was lit on fire, burning red hot just from the split moment of eye contact. You knew he was right when your limbs turned to jelly, and you were struggling to stand.

The realization hit you like a truck—or, to put it more accurately, Yunjin hit you like a truck. The jelly feeling caused your legs to give out, and suddenly you were on the floor with Yunjin on top of you. Your view was obstructed by her hair covering your face, but you could hear the boys scrambling to their feet and rushing over in a panic.

“You’re going to suffocate me!” You coughed out, raising your fingers to brush her hair out of your view. Yeonjun was the first to the scene, lifting Yunjin off of you which finally allowed you to breathe.

Before she could protest, Yeonjun was lifting Yunjin up bridal style, earning him some giggles from her. “I’ll carry her to your room.” He offered, and you were too out of breath to decline his offer. Soobin tailed after him as he carried her off towards your room, while you watched from your spot on the floor.

You laid there for a minute, trying to catch your breath and relax for a minute. But you realized someone was crouched down next to you, and felt your breathing go haywire all over again when you realized it was Beomgyu. He was watching you, waiting for you to be ready to stand, and you felt like you were going to crumble under his worried stare.

“You okay?” He finally asked in a low voice, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You nodded frantically, pushing yourself up to your feet before he could offer to help you. “I’m fine. I work with elementary kids, it takes a lot more than that to take me down.” You laughed nervously, looking anywhere except at him.

“Right.” He nodded, stretching up so he was now standing next to you. “Good to hear. It would suck if you died and we had to go roommate hunting again.” He joked, and you laughed, but you weren’t very good at hiding how awkward you were feeling.

The two of you stood in silence, an uncomfortable tension filling the space between you. A part of you felt like dashing off to your room to check on Yunjin and your two idiots for roommates, but the other part felt glued to the spot in the living room. The paralyzation beat your need to run, leaving you stuck there with Beomgyu.

“So… Bad date?” He spoke quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

You shrugged. “Not too bad.” You mumbled, and could have just stopped there, but the little bit of alcohol still in your system pushed you to keep going. “You know, I think I’ve been wanting to break up with him for awhile, but I’ve never had a good enough reason until tonight.”

“Oh? Really?” You stared down at his feet and watched as he inched towards you, your breath catching itself in your throat. “What was wrong with him?”

You weren’t sure how things had gotten so tense so quickly, but you weren’t a fan of it. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears, and your fingertips were tingling as you resisted the urge to do something you might regret. “Nothing was wrong with him.” You replied with a breathy laugh. “I just… There wasn’t… There wasn’t a spark.”

“Really? The Australian accent wasn’t sparky enough for you?” He asked, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. Out of instinct, you reached up and smacked his arm.

“You’re such an idiot.” You told him, shaking your head at his childish antics.

“Yeah, I know.” You couldn’t see his face, since you refused to look at him, but you could hear that familiar smile in his voice. That filled you with the overwhelming need to see said smile, so before you could stop yourself, you glanced up, finally meeting his eyes.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, his smile dropped, instead replaced by a look of panic. His brown eyes widened, and his cheeks began to redden under your gaze. He cleared his throat, and you felt a bit better knowing he was just as nervous as you now.

“Um, Y/N, you remember that night, when you thought someone was trying to break into the loft?” He asked, a question that made your heart skip a beat.

“You mean the night you tried to jump out the window?” You countered, attempting to feign ignorance.

He rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small chuckle at your comment. “I wasn’t trying to jump out the window. I was just feeling very claustrophobic and—Anyways, that’s not the point, the point is…” His eyes flickered down, where he was flexing his fingers so they were barely centimeters away from your own. “I told you, that I wouldn’t… Kiss you. Not like that.”

“Mhm?” You pressed. You knew what was going to come next, and maybe you should have made an attempt to stop it before things got out of hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You wanted to hear him say what you already knew, you needed to hear him confirm it for you. And then you wanted him to do what he should have done that night.

“What I meant was—“

Before he even got the chance to finish the sentence, Yeonjun and Soobin were back from dropping Yunjin off. The tension almost immediately melted away as you stepped away from each other, turning to face your two roommates. You fought the urge to scream at the two of them for interrupting everything.

“Is she always a clingy drunk?” Yeonjun asked, raising his arms above his head to give them a good stretch. “Honestly, it’s kind of cute that she gets like that.”

“Yeah, very cute.” You agreed, too busy lost in your thoughts to fully comprehend what he had said. Then, you let out a long yawn. “Wow, it’s getting pretty late. I think I’m going to go to sleep.”

Soobin frowned. “You sure? We could work you into our Monopoly game if you wanted. We need help taking down Beomgyu’s capitalistic empire.”

You laughed softly as Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “That sounds fun, but I’m really tired. Another night?” You asked, offering them a weak smile.

“Fine, but we’re holding you to that.” Yeonjun told you, pointing a finger at you as he walked by. You nodded in abeyance, glancing over at Beomgyu as he followed his friends. You could tell he was just as annoyed as you by the interrupted moment, a wave of irritation radiating off of him.

Something told you that next time, he wasn’t going to let you be interrupted.

AFTER YOU BID THE THREE OF THEM GOODNIGHT, you wandered back into your bedroom to crawl into bed with Yunjin, who had thankfully been lulled into a deep sleep. You, on the other hand, were not so lucky.

No matter how hard you tried to sleep, any effort you made proved to be pointless. Your brain was running a million miles an hour, replaying the scene that just played out. Where you had been so close to getting actual confirmation of not only your feelings, but Beomgyu’s as well. How were you supposed to sleep now, with those answers being just down the hall from you?

You rolled around in your bed for what felt like an eternity, smacking your pillows in an attempt to get them comfortable, and trying to steal your blanket back from Yunjin, before finally giving up. You’d spend so much time pent up in there, and you found yourself developing an insatiable need to get up and drink some water.

With a sigh, you finally got up out of the bed. You glanced down at Yunjin, just to make sure she was still doing okay, relieved to see she was still fast asleep. You still made an effort to be quiet, though, tiptoeing across the room and opening the door as gently as you could.

You escaped into the hallway, shutting the door to the room that had started to feel more like a prison cell than a bedroom behind you. You allowed yourself to catch your breath for a moment, leaning back against your door and resting the back of your head on it. It wasn’t until you were out of there you’d realized how claustrophobic the room had felt.

Then, your worst fears came true. You watched in horror as one of the doors opposite you in the hallway opened, revealing the person you simultaneously most wanted and least wanted to see. Beomgyu stood there, looking just as surprised as you were to see you.

“Why are you still awake?” You asked him in a low voice.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“I just needed some water.” You avoided your real answer, gesturing in the direction of the kitchen.

“Oh.” He nodded slowly, and though it was a bit dark in the hallway, you could still make out his eyes boring into your own. “I’ll let you do that then.” He smiled, then held out his hand as if he was letting you pass.

“Good night, Gyu.” You smiled at him, pushing yourself off the door to leave him there. And you thought that was where it would end, a quiet goodnight with questions left hanging in the air you could address later.

One thing you forgot about Beomgyu, though, was that he was impatient. And there was no way he was waiting any longer to solve the tension between you.

As you walked past, you were surprised to feel his fingers wrap and your wrist, and even more surprised when he spun you around to face him. Without any hesitation, his arm was around your waist, pulling you flush with him while his lips pressed up against your own.

You didn’t understand how you could have been so stupid before. Now that you were here, kissing Beomgyu, you couldn’t figure out how you’d never realized your attraction to him earlier. It was a good thing you finally did, though, because you were unsure how you had lasted this long without kissing him, since it felt like the greatest thing on the whole planet.

He kissed you hungrily, as though he’d been waiting his whole life just to kiss you. His hands were all over, moving from your waist to your cheeks, to your neck, and up into your hair. You had discovered a hungriness in yourself as well, though, tangling your fingers in his long, black locks to pull him closer to you.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were like that, kissing each other like the other was water in a desert and you’d been dying of dehydration. You were overcome with this overpowering need to have him closer to you, to have him all over you. As your lips moved in sync, you desperately clung to him, never wanting to let him go.

But he let go of you, breaking the kiss between you and instead resting his forehead against your own while the two of you caught your breath. You wanted more of him, you wanted to dive back in, but you somehow gathered the strength to hold yourself back.

“I meant… I meant something like this.” He whispered to you in breaths, and you glanced up at him through your eyelashes to see him staring down at you.

The realization of what just happened hit you like a truck. In the last 24 hours, you’d broken up with your boyfriend so he could be with his best friend, said ex boyfriend made you realize your feelings for your roommate, then you made out with your roommate in the hallway while all of your friends were sleeping.

You were absolutely screwed.

authors note: hahaha 😝 that was crazy 😝 y/ngyu finally making out what???? crazy!!!!! i hope u all enjoy this chapter i was giggling sm while making it

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