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I think that one of the most underrated reveals in Scum Villain was that Luo Binghe inherited his big dick toxic alpha male energy from his birth mother, and it actually has nothing to do with his demon side.
Not to get emo on main but you ever think about how the troop sang about their dreams of finding “a girl worth fighting for”, and they think their girl worth fighting for is one of romance, but the song abruptly comes to a halt when they find a different girl worth fighting for.
A tiny girl that had been killed at the hands of the Huns. A child too weak, too small to have any chance of withstanding the murderous invaders. That is their girl worth fighting for.
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
“break your heart right back”
pairing: bestfriend!Jay x fem!reader
synopsis: That's it, you were done crying over your good for nothing ex! You were done wallowing in self-pity for the embarrassment your ex put your through. Now you want revenge, and what’s more perfect than aiming at his pride and shattering it once and for all? Enter your best friend Park Jongseong (affectionately dubbed as Jay) who was the perfect candidate for carrying out your revenge plan. After all, it's one way to piss off your ex with the guy he absolutely loathed.
includes: college au (not really mentioned though), friends to lovers, fake dating and ungodly amounts of fluff (crack-ish?)
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, kind of underage-drinking, light angst, excessive (?) use of pet-names (babe, princess), a little suggestive at some points but nothing too risque and cheating (not Jay)
word count: a whopping 8k (im so sorry)
a/n: the title is misleading yes. basically I listened to ariana grande's song "break your heart right back" and got inspiration from one line in it lmfao
You sniffle for what probably was the hundredth time today, finding solace in the thick duvet that’s currently cocooning your body and the mountain of pillows you decided to pile behind to give you the needed support in your binge-watching endeavors.
The reason for your constant sniffling from the result of your almost never-ending tears was simple really: your ex-boyfriend cheated on you, and has been for the past three months, as he confirmed with no traces of remorse while his side-chick hung onto his arm with a sickly sweet smile as if she had done nothing wrong. It took every ounce of patience you had in you to not jump the girl in broad daylight.
Then again, you would never stoop that low.
Your own morals and values would never let you solve anything with violence—well, unless the situation calls for it, but with the whole cheating situation (in public no less), you settled on being firm, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from your glistening eyes as you called things off with the good-for-nothing, poor excuse of a man.
A week had already passed since that shitshow and still, it hurt like a bitch and it seems that the weather decided to sympathize with you just this once.
The pitter-patter of the rain melded with the sounds coming from your TV that is currently playing one of those cliché k-dramas you thought to watch instead of wallowing in self-pity. Though it seems that it’s only making you bitter as each second passed, as it’s currently showing the lovey-dovey couple being sickeningly sweet that it honestly made you want to vomit.
Grimacing, you threw a crumpled tissue towards the direction of the TV, “disgusting.” You say with all the bitterness that has accumulated in you for the past seven hours and counting as the tissue hit the screen. Despite your palpable aversion to the romance series, you still pushed through with your marathon; anything to get your mind off the… incident.
All sense of time was lost as you continued to lay in the comfort of your bed, the cheesy romantic k-drama now replaced with a more interesting, action-packed movie that involved giant monster-fighting robots and something about its two to three potential pilots being compatible as an important detail to successfully pilot said robots.
The whole premise of it was interesting to you as you sat there absorbing every detail you could. It wasn’t a movie focused on the lowkey developing romance some would probably recognize, but more on the understanding between two individuals who were different, but also similar in a handful of ways. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out better than you hoped with your exes, now that you think about it as they always seem to be the exact opposite of you.
However, just as you were on the cusp of taking a deeper dive into your impromptu session of self-reflection, your phone goes off with that ridiculous ringtone your best friend himself has set for his contact number.
Now, you’d usually ignore calls whenever you were in a mood, but since it was your best friend shaking up your peaceful afternoon, you answer right away.
“Jay, hi.” You softly greet with a small smile, quickly pressing pause with the remote as you lean comfortably against your pillows.
“Y/N, hey,” you take note of the muffled noises on Jay’s end; he was probably out at the moment. “You busy right now?”
You hum, gaze shifting towards the window where you can see that the rain has started to lighten, “not really? I’m at home, why?”
“Great! You wanna go out and eat somewhere? My treat!” You snort, he obviously knew how to tempt you—that, and it’s his own way of saying that he really wants to hang out with you.
But even if that was a swell bargain, you really weren’t up to doing anything right now since you were clearly still trying to get over your shitty break with your equally shitty ex. “I don’t know Jay…” you trail off, lips pursed in guilt of having to say no to Jay, of all people. “I’m… kind not feeling up to anything right now.”
“Hang on—are you okay? You sound kinda… stuffy.” He pauses for a brief moment as you wince. Trust him to figure out things that quick. “Have you been crying?”
A sigh went past your lips, looking down at your lap, “would you believe me if I said I wasn’t?”
“Nope.” He answered that too quickly. You scowl. “Change of plans, I’m coming over.”
“What? No!” You practically yell, earning a disapproving noise from Jay which is usually a tell-tale of him about to scold you. “No,” you say softly this time, “No, you really don’t have to.”
“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I know you better than anyone else. You obviously want—no, need my company right now.” And he was firm with his statement too, but you obviously won’t admit it even if it was true.
You roll your eyes, “alright, you narcissist.” You completely ignore his onslaught of reasons why he wasn’t and that he was only being a good friend, cutting him off, “do what you want. You’ve got a key to my apartment.”
“Of course I do,” you could practically hear him roll his eyes. “It’s just as important as the keys to my bike.”
“You’re not riding your motorcycle in this weather right?” You take a quick look at the drizzling skyline, concerned, “I’d rather have you in one piece, Jay.”
Jay scoffs, “‘course not. I’m not an idiot.”
“Debatable.”
“You know what? I’m letting you off this time since you’re probably not in the mood.”
“Yeah, sorry.” This time, you laugh softly at his compliance, “stay safe, okay?”
His laugh brings a grin to your face, “anything for you. See you soon, bye!”
“Bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye, Y/N-ie~” and he hangs up before you even get the chance to make fun of his out of nowhere cuteness.
Giggling, you take a quick glance at his silly contact photo before locking your phone, “Dork.” You say with fondness as you press play, eager to resume the movie.
* * *
“What a douchebag.”
“That’s your third time saying it, but yeah, he is.”
Jay arrived at your humble abode about thirty minutes prior to you spilling everything that had happened to your week of radio silence, barging into your apartment as if he owned the place (as Jay usually would) and pointing out how you look like shit which you promptly swatted his arm for, telling him he didn’t look any better being dampened by the rain.
Another ten minutes go by and Jay had changed into a clean pair of clothes he had left behind the last time he stayed over, now the two of you are squeezed together on your bed, the same movie from before playing idly as you both talk about your shitty week.
“Oh but I really mean it this time,” Jay says with clear distaste all the while gesturing wildly to prove his point, making you snort. “He’s been seeing someone else behind your back for what—3 months? How long were you guys together again?”
You make a face upon realization while counting in your head, “6 months? More or less…”
“What the fuck…” Jay says, laughing in a mix of disbelief and anger that was mostly directed at your ex. “Half of your time with him? What an asshole.”
“Now that’s your second time saying that.”
“Never mind the technicalities!” He waves you off, “Are you okay?” He asks, now gazing at you intently as if to gauge whether you’d spit out a lie or not.
Shrugging, you sigh and rest your head against his arm, “I cried a week's worth of tears, I think I’m getting there.”
“Oh c’mere,” a yelp flies past your lips as you find yourself getting a face-full of Jay's chest and an arm thrown around your shoulders. “I told you time and time again that boys are stupid and they stink.”
You roll your eyes, melting into his embrace anyway. “Except you?” You chuckle as you throw an arm around his waist, nuzzling your cheek against his chest.
His grip around your frame tightens as he hums in confirmation, “except me. I’m a special case.” Laughter then pours from your lips, earning a chuckle in return. “Good riddance. You deserve better than your shitty ex anyways.”
“I know. You’ve told me plenty of times…” you trail off, your fingers playing with the edge of his shirt as your mind briefly wanders to the many times you’ve received his scolding in the past; whether it’d be simply for skipping a meal or for falling for the wrong person (again), you’re pretty sure you’ve endured every reason for a scolding out there—hell, he might have scolded you more than your parents ever did.
“Thanks for being here, Jay.”
He snorts softly, his fingers gently carding through your hair which instantly granted him a pleased sigh, “well, someone’s got to check whether you're alive or not,” he teases, giggling when you try to tickle him in retaliation, “but you’re welcome,” you look up right as he plants a soft peck against your temple, “anything for my best girl.” He coos, smiling down at you for a brief moment before moving his attention towards the screen.
Now you were well aware of Jay’s moments of heart-warming sweetness, similar to that moment a few seconds prior, so you were very much used to his random acts of brazen affection, but you can’t deny the small fluttering sensation you felt in your belly every time he had his moments.
You’d rather take that secret to the grave instead of admitting to it or admitting it to Jay himself.
Despite having Jay over for company, your mind is a traitorous thing that no matter how interesting the new movie your best friend picked out, you can’t help but to think about the incident that almost cost you your dignity if you had chosen a different route in confronting your cheating ex.
What the hell did the bastard have to look smug for? Humiliating you? Figuratively grabbing your heart out, throwing it to the ground and stepping on it? His other girl you’d understand because she had quite literally snatched him right under your nose. Did your ex get that much satisfaction from seeing you in distress? If only murder was legal—though you probably won’t be able to stomach it.
Good thing there were other options for you to choose from to enact your revenge on the asshole and what’s more perfect than aiming at his pride and shattering it once and for all?
“Hey Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“On a scale of 1-10, how psyched would you be if you were to do something ridiculous with me?”
His hand that was combing through your hair stills, his chest rumbling with a thoughtful hum. “depends… What do I get out of it?”
“The loving touch of a woman, maybe?”
You erupt into peals of laughter as soon as he starts sputtering and tripping over his words, trying to form a reply. You were laughing so hard in fact that you didn't even notice that he had left you in a heap on the bed, struggling to breath.
“You’re an idiot, did you know that?” Even if he did look like a disapproving parent—hands on hips, scowl and all—still, you can’t help but snicker when he lifts an eyebrow, prompting you for an explanation of your embarrassing statement.
“I’m sorry,” you finally say after your fit of giggles, “that was a joke, but I’m serious about doing something with me—now come back here...” you drag out the last word of your sentence, complete with your arms stretched towards him while you made grabby-hands.
Jay shakes his head with a heavy sigh, but relents anyway as his back meets the plush surface of your bed. “Now what’s going on through that mind of yours?”
“Be my fake boyfriend.”
And as expected, you were met with silence.
The look on Jay’s face was absolutely priceless and you would have laughed if you weren't being serious. “You’ve finally lost it.” He deadpans, sitting up-right, “You’ve actually—no, that’s a stupid plan what… No.” He snaps as soon as he catches the twitch in your lips, a sign that you were about to whine to get your way. “Is this your fucked up way of moving on?” Harsh as his question may sound, he still held that look of nonchalance, but no doubt expecting a sensible answer from you.
You wince, “okay, that does sound bad but no; I’d like to call it petty revenge.”
Jay blinks once, twice, three times before he scoffs and mutters under his breath, most likely about what crime he did in his past life to be stuck with you in this situation; though you could tell that there’s a smile threatening to break through that ‘no nonsense’ facade of his. “This is probably your stupidest idea yet. Congratulations.” He says as he claps, offering you a sarcastic smile. You scowl in return.
“Hey, no it isn’t! Listen, this is my ex’s pride we’re aiming for! Knowing him, it’d probably hurt his ego too when he sees that I’ve ‘moved on’,” Jay snorts at your air quotations, “that fast, and let’s not forget he’ll be seeing me with you. He’s always hated you for some reason.” And that was a fact that you still find funny until now.
Your recent ex wasn’t the only one who shared the same sentiments when it came to Jay; even your past exes held some sort of contempt for your best friend, which was already ridiculous in and of itself seeing Jay was honest to God one of the nicest people you’ve ever had the pleasure of befriending and not once did he even provoke any of them. You’ve always brought this up with Jay—who obviously did not care—only to get a knowing smile in return as he tells you to “not to worry about it. It’s just stupid guy stuff.”
Even with the reasoning behind your outrageous plan, Jay still held firm in his stern front which prompted you to launch into a different tactic: stroking his ego.
“C’mon! It makes sense, I mean—” here we go, “you’re handsome, a good student,” you internally roll your eyes when his lip twitched, “you can cook and—oh, let’s not forget you’re rich as all fuck, being the son of a CEO, you’re literally the walking epitome of ‘boyfriend material’! Imagine how much it’ll break him to see me with the supposedly elusive Park Jongseong!”
With pursed lips, Jay scrutinizes you with narrowed eyes, “well, when you put it like that,” and that’s when you know you’ve got him. “Keep talking and maybe I’ll consider.” Okay, maybe not.
“You’re just fishing for compliments at this point.” You say drily.
“Hey! You rarely talk about my good points, at least let me get an ego boost!”
“Didn’t I already? I called you perfect of all things.” And he does look rather pleased when you repeat the compliment, earning him another one of your eyerolls. “C’mon, it'd be fun! Then you’ll finally get to experience what it’s like!”
Jay lets out an exasperated sigh, “I’ve had plenty of experience, thank you.” He takes off his glasses to pinch his nose bridge for a few moments, probably regaining his patience for you. “But since you’re so desperate—”
You immediately protest, “no I’m not!”
He ignores you, “desperate,” he repeats, pinning you with a pointed glare. “I’ll agree with your stupid plan—but, we’re doing it on my terms.”
Your elation then slowly dwindles when he eyes you with a smirk, “okay… should I be worried?”
He scoffs, poking your side. “No. Just remember you asked for a boyfriend out of me and you’re damn well getting one.” You didn’t even have the heart to correct him.
Somehow, that sounded vaguely threatening, even if things were in your favor. You know Jay had his own stubborn streak, particularly when his determination to prove himself was driving him head-first into things. One could only hope this won’t turn out to be another shit show if he decides to go overboard. You don’t even know what to expect from someone you had little to no idea of what Jay being a boyfriend is like, considering he usually kept his love affairs private and would only tell you bits and pieces when you persisted.
So your paranoia that spiked up a few days down the line of radio silence from Jay wasn’t at all baseless. Just what was he planning for you both? You never did talk about his terms, only getting a “let me handle it” before he left your apartment the following day of his visit.
It’s when you wake up from your deep slumber, the best sleep you’ve ever had after a week of wallowing in self-pity after your nasty break up when you get a call at nine in the morning, your phone blaring with Jay’s ridiculous set ringtone.
You answer almost immediately, even if it was a struggle to open your eyes. “Where the fuck were you?”
“Good morning to you too, princess.” A hand raises up to massage your temple to quell your upcoming headache as soon as his laugh resounds front the other line. “And if you must know, I’ve been planning. Did I wake you?”
“Okay, that doesn’t bode well,” snorting at his whinging, you continue on, “and yeah, you did. It’s so early, what gives?”
“Just thought it’d be nice to tell you about our date later. Wouldn’t want to scare you.”
What.
“Hang on—a date?” That has you sitting up real quick, throwing the thick covers off of yourself in the process as you get onto your feet. “You never said anything about a date?! As a matter of fact, you never said anything!” You hissed, whipping around to look desperately at your closet, hopeful that you at least had something decent left in there to wear. “Where were you the last few days anyway?” You ask him again.
“Planning, duh? What else? If I’m going to be your boyfriend, then I have to do this right.”
You raise an eyebrow, but decide to humor him anyway, “and this... date we’re going on?”
“—Is something I thought of so we could at least know what we’re working with. If you want to get back at your ex, the least we could do is to make it believable for everyone. Wouldn’t want your awkwardness to ruin this revenge plan of yours.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. The dynamic you had with Jay was strictly platonic and you may or may have not thought about the possibility of crossing the line between platonic and romantic if you really want to put on a show.
The thought alone made your face warm. You’ve only shared hugs and occasional pecks on the forehead, temple and cheeks… what if you had to kiss Jay on the lips too? To prove to everyone (mainly your ex) that you’ve truly moved on? Oh lord.. What if you end up liking it?
“—Hellooo? Y/N? Are you still there or have you fallen asleep?”
Jay’s calls snapped you out of your stupor. “Sorry! Yes, I’m still here. I was just… uh, thinking.” You mumble, shaking your head. “So what time is our date?”
“Well, I’m picking you up, so around 1-ish? If that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah, 1 is fine. I don’t have much to do today anyway,” you say, taking a peek at the barely filled to-do list pinned to your cork board. “I’ll make sure to look extra pretty for you.” You sing-songed as a joke, poking fun at Jay’s insistence to dress to the nines whenever the opportunity arises and obviously you didn’t want to be upstaged by him.
“What do you mean? You always look pretty to me.” Jay affirms, voice taking a softer tone from what you can tell as you stood there with your mouth slightly agape, not really expecting the compliment.
“W-what—”
“Anyways, see you later. Bye-bye, Y/N-ie~” and he hangs up before you even get to speak.
You pull your phone back from your ear to stare at the screen in disbelief as his voice replays in your mind over and over again like a broken record.
You always look pretty to me.
The phone falls to the plush surface of your duvet as your hands automatically fly to your face to hide your embarrassment even if there was no one to witness it.
“Idiot.” You whine, shaking your head as you rush out of your room to get started on your day and mentally prepare yourself on what Jay has planned for you both.
* * *
True to his words, Jay arrived on the dot, pushing you into a slight panic when you received a string of messages saying he was right outside of your apartment. With one last look at yourself in the mirror, you rush to get everything you need before slamming the door close behind you, nodding to yourself when you hear the lock click in place.
“There she is!” Is the first thing you hear as soon as you step out of your apartment building. “Took you long enough. Thought I was waiting for a turtle.”
“Can you be quiet? I can’t help that it takes three minutes to use the—” You stop in your tracks, eyes widening at the sight that greets you the very moment your feet hit the pavement, “—stairs.”
There, just a few paces away, stood Jay with a helmet in your favorite color under his arm, while his own in a sleek black rested idly on the seat of his motorcycle. Of course you had already expected him to dress to the nines, but seeing him like this, waiting for you right outside of your apartment like an actual boyfriend would, dressed to the nines made something stir in your chest the longer you drink up the sight set in front of you.
Jay, noticing your sudden silence quirks up one eyebrow, “you okay?” He asks, lightly touching the one side of his head where his hair was slicked back.
You cough awkwardly, squaring your shoulders as you slowly make your way towards him, “Just peachy,” you reply with a crooked smile then shift your attention to the helmet. “I’m guessing that’s mine then?”
Jay makes a noise of realization, quickly brandishing the helmet with a proud smile. “Yeah! Made sure I got it in your favorite color too.”
Your heart flutters at his thoughtfulness, “you didn’t have to.”
“Don’t be silly. My bike is a constant presence like you are so might as well get you one when I take you to places.” He shrugs.
And your traitorous heart skips a beat, causing you to click your tongue and look off to the side, “who says I’m getting on that death trap with you?”
Jay rolls his eyes, “don’t be dramatic. Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do but—”
“Then that’s all you need to do. C’mere,” he motions with his head for you to come closer, “I’ll put this on for you.”
You could have argued that you were more than capable of putting it on your own and it didn’t help that Jay was someone who did these acts of servitude to those he really cares for, but before you could even get a word out to decline, Jay had already lifted the helmet just a few inches above your head, a gentle smile playing along his lips.
“You may want to make sure your hair’s fixed in place before I squeeze this onto you.”
You stick your tongue out at him, but do as you’re told anyway, “I knew that.” You mumble, then let him do as he pleases.
A yelp flies past your lips when he all but shoves the helmet onto your head, pouting when you hear his muffled laughter as he continues to adjust the fit. “You could have been more gentle!”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” He tuts, smirking at you now as he lifts the visor, “‘this fit okay?”
You nod, “snug as a bug.”
Jay snorts, “nerd. Okay, I’ll adjust the straps here—“ and the rest is now lost to you when you take in his appearance.
There was no room for disappointment when it came to Jay’s looks and paired with his immaculate fashion sense, it would be a crime if one had missed the chance to ogle at your best friend who clearly stood out from everyone else and obviously you wouldn’t miss out on your chance while he was busy.
“You look really good today.” You say, eyeing the necklace around his neck in mild interest before meeting his eyes.
“Yeah?” He clicks the buckle underneath your chin in place. “You don’t look bad yourself, princess.” He muses, smirking when he catches the warmth coating your cheeks from the compliment—was that even considered as one?—before flipping the visor back down as he turned around to put on his own.
“Jerk.” You grouched.
Once the buckle to Jay’s helmet clicks into place, he swings a leg over his motorcycle, kicking up the kickstand in the process while looking at you expectantly through his visor, “you need help getting on too?”
“No!” You say a little too quickly, “I can do it on my own.” And to spite him, you make sure to dig your fingertips into his shoulders as hard as you can when using them as leverage to get on behind him. However, it doesn’t seem like he felt your little scheme, instead it was you who felt something and that something was the hard muscle underneath his well-loved leather jacket.
To make matters worse, your touch had lingered a second too long and that was enough for your mind to conjure a series of images that would have left you running for the hills in mortification if Jay had gotten the chance to peek into your brain.
“Better hold on tightly, Y/N. My shoulders are a good start, but you’ll be safer with your arms around my waist.”
You swear your cheeks might melt off from how hot they’re starting to feel, “in your dreams.” Though you quickly retract your statement and do end up migrating your hold from his shoulders to his waist when he jostled his motorbike to get comfortable as he revved it up.
You could only hope that Jay doesn’t notice how tight you were actually clinging onto him and if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it.
* * *
“Should we hold hands or something?” You wonder aloud as Jay leads you through the aquarium he decided to bring you to today.
“Do you really have to ask that when you’re already doing it?” He says, lifting your already intertwined hands for show.
You look at your joined hands, blink and then peer up at Jay with wide eyes, “oh…”
Jay lets out a soft laugh, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he smiles at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, “if anything, it’s really cute.” His smile only widens when you grow even more flustered by the second.
“Shut up.”
He doesn’t listen. Instead, he pulls you along with him as he starts walking again, talking to himself as if you weren’t there. “Ah, Y/N is so cute,” he takes a quick glance at you over his shoulder, “thinking I can’t tell how much she likes being called as such—ah really.”
“Jay…” you whine, quickly falling into step with him.
“Yes, princess?”
You narrow your eyes, “you’re doing too good of a job being my fake boyfriend.”
“Yeah? I just know you too well,” he shrugs, pulling you closer by hand, “and I’ve been told I’d make a perfect boyfriend so you’re only getting what you asked me for.” He winks.
And he gives you exactly that.
He’s taken you out to more “dates” after that, whether they were carefully planned for the weekends or spontaneous after class ones during the weekdays, they were still dates that you find yourself enjoying. At least the one perk that has proven to be beneficial from this fake-dating thing was Jay coming to pick you up from your classes.
It became the norm for you to receive Jay’s early morning texts asking if you wanted him to pick you up after classes (with you saying yes every time). It became the norm for you to reason that your helmet needs to be used since it was a gift from your best friend. It became the norm for you to anticipate whatever Jay has planned for both of you to enjoy and…
It became the norm for you to feel butterflies fluttering in your chest and stomach whenever Jay gives you a smile so soft and sweet that there were times where it scared just how much you wanted to see his face light up with said smile.
You weren’t being selfish with this whole revenge against your ex right? Jay seemed to be in great spirits whenever you were together and not once did he ever complain.
Sure there were times where he did look mildly irked when you were being a little difficult for him to handle, but it would usually fade as if it wasn’t there as soon as you apologize and that at least gave you the reassurance that he wasn’t at all regretting the fake dating you both got going on.
You on the other hand, were starting to regret asking Jay of all people to be your fake boyfriend.
None of your friends knew this was just all for show. You both agreed to not let anyone else in on your whole revenge plan in case word got out to your ex that this wasn’t at all real.
(Well, it was mostly Jake and Sunoo who were the problem. They can’t for the life of them keep their mouths shut)
But to you, it felt all too real.
It felt real when Jay made sure the helmet he gave you was put on right when he picked you up every single morning to take you to school, when he made sure he was the one walking the closest to the road while having a protective arm around your shoulders as he chatted about his day with you and it absolutely felt real when he kissed your knuckles goodbye every time he took you home while you watch him drive away on his motorbike, wondering why you suddenly felt empty inside.
That realization came a few days later when you were scrolling through your camera roll, smiling and laughing at each selca you and Jay took to commemorate each date you guys have been on (yes, even the spontaneous ones) that is until your thumb tapped on the photo of you and Jay from your very first date, the one at the aquarium.
Looking at the photo, you looked happier, at ease judging by the way you smiled brightly at the camera and that was a common theme from each selca you took with Jay: you looked the happiest you have ever been, being with Jay.
And from there on out, you can’t imagine a life without him by your side.
* * *
Jay [3:34PM]: hey babe 😗
Jay [3:34PM]: u busy tonight?
You [3:35PM]: 🤨 not really why?
Jay [3:35PM]: perfect. I’ll be over at 6 we’re going to Heeseung’s party 🥳
You [3:35PM]: ,, is this another date of ours?
Jay [3:36PM]: depends on how you look at it. Ur ex is gonna be there btw 👀
You [3:36PM]: @#%$#% AND YOU KNOW THIS HOW?
Jay [3:36PM]: Sunoo duh. He’s up everybody’s business 🤣🤣
Jay [3:37PM]: anyways see you princess!
Jay [3:37PM]: oh and I have something for you too lol
You [3:38PM]: WHAT?? WHAT IS IT THIS TIME JAY IS2G
You [3:39PM]: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ WTF??? 🤬
* * *
“Oh my God, Jay you didn’t have to get me a new dress!” You exclaim as you watch the man pull the said dress from a box that looked far too luxurious to your liking. “You’re my fake boyfriend, not my sugar daddy!”
Jay gives you an unimpressed look. “Never call me that again,” He says drily as he lays the dress onto your bed. “Besides, boyfriends can still buy stuff for their significant other, right?” He raises a sharp eyebrow at you as if daring you to prove him wrong and if he notices the warmth coating your cheeks, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he continues to gaze at you with hawk-like eyes, foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floors with his arms folded against his chest.
“I mean, I guess but—c’mon, this must have cost you a lot or something.” You reason, “you could have just picked something out from my wardrobe…” You say while pointing to your closet that had some articles of clothing that would have tickled Jay’s fancy.
But he only shrugs, giving it a quick glance. “Sure, I could’ve done that. But I did say we’d be putting on a show tonight, yeah?” He grins, eyes twinkling with mischief and you would be lying if you didn’t find that look on him the least bit attractive. “Imagine how wounded his ego will be once he sees you in this expensive dress that I was able to buy for you—as the perfect boyfriend should.” Though Jay was at least trying his best not to sound smug, the way his chest had puffed out slightly as he stood taller was already an indication that he too would enjoy the possible outcome of this stunt.
“Okay, you got me there.” You resign, eyeing the dress with mild interest, “thanks, I guess.”
Jay beams, clapping his hands once, appearing satisfied by your gratitude. “You’re welcome, princess.” He snickers when you make a face at his newfound fixation on the ridiculous pet name, “now get ready. I’ll be waiting in the living room, okay?”
You hum in affirmation.
He smiles. “Good girl.”
“Get out.”
Jay bursts into laughter, “I’m going, I’m going!”
As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, you panic, pacing around the room all the while keeping an eye on the dress spread innocently on your bed, then you realize that you were being ridiculous about all this. Wasn’t it your idea for petty revenge? Why are you so nervous? It’s just Jay… you’re ridiculously handsome best friend who is equally ridiculous as you are for agreeing to your stupid revenge plan that has come back to bite you in the ass.
Yeah, you were definitely aware of how slow you are when it comes to your own feelings and you can only hope that if you were to admit to harboring a rapidly growing crush on him, you would hope that Jay would at least hear you out.
You leave your en-suite an hour later decked only in your bathrobe, hair and makeup already done and all that’s left is to put on the absurdly expensive dress your fake boyfriend decided to buy for you. You’ve got to admit, his reason for spending on you (again) made sense, so you’ll let his impulsivity slide just this once. Besides, you know it would be worth seeing the look on your ex’s face.
Only, there was one problem, you couldn’t for the life of you get the zipper sitting innocently on top of your tailbone to budge.
You really did try your best to pull and pull, but for a dress that was so meticulously made, it sure made your life harder than it already is.
A huff escapes your lips as you look at yourself in the mirror with disdain, hair that was once neat already mussed up from your constant fidgeting and you can see the makeup around your nose lifting from working up a sweat: all in all, you were not having a fun time, even if the dress looked gorgeous.
“Right.” You mumble, hands clutching the front of the dress for dear life as you trudge towards your door, totally ignoring your racing heart as you crack the door open to peak your head out.
“Jay?” Your voice is meek as you eye your best friend seated on an armchair with a book you had left on your coffee table in hand. His leather jacket is thrown on the back of the loveseat to expose the button-down shirt and his toned arms and as much as you want to stare at the glorious sight, the cool air brushing against your bare back snapped you out of your stupor.
It’s on the second call of his name when he looks up and he immediately snaps the books close when he meets your gaze. “Babe? What’s wrong?” He’s quick on his feet, rushing towards you with concern written all over his face.
“It’s the dress,” you mumble, an embarrassed blush rising to your cheeks, “I can’t zip it up. It’s like it’s stuck or something.”
Your cheeks warms even further when a soft laugh flies past his lips, “is that it? I thought it was an emergency.” He teases, pushing your door further open so he can make his way inside.
“It is though!” You argue, walking backwards until you stood in front of your mirror. “And I’m not gonna risk destroying this dress!”
Jay snickers, shaking his head fondly. “Alright, princess, calm down.” He says and you watch him get behind you in the mirror. “Right, I’m just gonna…” Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his fingers brush your neck when he moves your hair to rest on one shoulder, exposing the bare skin of your back. “Wouldn’t want that in the way, yeah?”
“Y-yeah…” You gulp, tensing when he places a hand on your waist.
“Why are you so skittish? It’s just me.” And that’s exactly the problem.
Up until your… awakening, he was just Jay, your over-the-top best friend who loved to barge into your home unannounced as if he owned the place and now looking at him through your mirror, he became Jay; your best friend who you may or may not have developed feelings for throughout weeks of him being your fake boyfriend. So no one can really blame you when your breath hitches as he starts to pull the zipper up the length of your back, his breath occasionally hitting the nape of your neck and you almost, almost gasp out loud when the blunt nail of his thumb grazes your skin.
“There we go,” Jay murmurs, voice lower than usual as both of his hands brushed down your sides to rid the dress of any wrinkles. “You look really good.”
That prompts you to look at yourself in the mirror once more, “you think so?”
“I know so.” He affirms, gently squeezing your waist.
You smile at the compliment, tilting your neck to peer up at Jay who’s already looking at you, a pleased smile playing on his lips. “Thank you.”
“I’m only telling the truth.” He shrugs, “now hurry up, we’ve got an ex to upstage.” Jay presses a quick kiss to your temple, giving your waist a last squeeze before he’s heading out of your room, leaving you to process everything that just happened with an erratically beating heart.
“Well, I’m fucked.”
* * *
The party is in full swing when you and Jay arrive at Heeseung’s home, however the host himself was nowhere to be found. At least Sunoo, Jake and Sunghoon were easy to find, albeit in different locations but still, both you and Jay managed.
You now stood close to the living area, where it became an impromptu dance floor as you and Jay each nursed a solo cup of whatever alcoholic beverage you chose as you talked—well, shouting is much more appropriate considering the music was extra loud and Jay made sure to keep an eye out for your ex too with you having to snap him out of it when he gets a little too into his ‘sentry’ duty.
It’s when you were in the middle of telling Jay about an eventful Wednesday morning does his posture stiffen, eyebrows narrowed as his eyes zeroed in on something behind you. “I see your ex.” He says, placing his hand on the small of your back to push him closer to you. “He’s with some girl.”
“Oh, shit—now?” Fuck. You almost forgot why you were here in the first place.
“Hey, calm down.” Jay says, running his hand up and down your back to placate your nerves, “now here’s what you’re gonna do: you’re going to pull me onto the dance floor, smile pretty for me and pull onto my belt loop, yeah? Then I’ll take it from there.”
You look over your shoulder, recognizing the familiar mop of hair of your ex that is also making his way to the dance floor with the same girl you caught him with then looking back at Jay with pursed lips. “Okay.”
Jay smiles, the same mischievous twinkle alight in his dark eyes, “alright. Show time.” Then you watch him tip back his head to down his drink in one go, your eyes trailing down to gaze at his adam's apple bobbing up and down. He looks at you again, licking his lips for any remnants of the drink before a smirk graces his lips. “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.” He reassures you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
The dance floor is packed, you note, the temperature increased significantly too due to the amount of bodies you had to weave your way through while pulling Jay along until you found a spot spacious enough for both of you to move freely and when you knew all eyes were on both of you, especially Jay taking his reputation into account, you set the plan in motion.
You just hope your ex was looking at the two of you.
With a sudden rush of confidence, you turn on your heel, keeping in mind to keep your movements smooth and measured as you faced Jay with that sweet and sultry smile you promised him. Your teeth sunk into the plushness of your lower lip as you did for a full effect as your finger curled around one of his belt loops to pull him into you.
Hands resting on his chest, you lean into his ear, close enough that your lips almost brush against it. “How’s that?”
Jay hums, “perfect. Never thought you had that in you if I’m being honest, so I’m pleasantly surprised.”
You pull back just to give him a cheeky grin, “guess I’m just full of surprises.”
“That you are, princess,” he says, voice low as his eyes bore into yours, “that you are—now,” you feel his hands place themselves on your hips. “Dance with me.” You didn’t need to be told twice, already swaying to the beat of the song with your hands trailing up Jay’s chest to rest behind his neck, fingers loosely playing with the hair there.
It’s lost how long exactly you spent dancing on the still crowded dance floor as your mind could only focus on the delicious smell of Jay’s perfume, how devastatingly handsome he looked in the lowlight and how incredible it made you feel when he watched you as if you were the only one worthy of his undivided attention and God you could definitely get used to that look on his face.
Your ex is long forgotten at this point. Who cares about what he thinks? What everybody thinks? You couldn’t give two fucks even if you tried, not when your senses were filled with Jay Jay Jay, and the way his arms felt around you; you could only wish this could last forever. Although, your momentary pining gets interrupted when the familiar beats of the next song sounded.
“Oh!” You exclaim when you recognize the song playing at the moment, “I love this song!”
“Yeah?” Jay chuckles, running a hand up and down your back as you began singing along.
“My baby loves me, my baby loves me—“
“I really do.”
“Yeah—wait what?”
The chance of replying to the sudden confession wasn’t part of the options anymore, not when Jay has his lips against yours with one of his hands cupping your jaw. It’s a shame you don’t get to respond however, as he already pulled back, but his hand still held your jaw. His thumb gently stroked your skin as his eyes filled with so much adoration for you and you alone looked into your widened pair.
You would have expected him to shy away from your gaze, considering you were absolutely speechless at the moment but Jay stood rooted to the ground as he smiled gently at you. He doesn’t look afraid, if anything, he looked pretty calm, far too calm for someone who just admitted to being in love with their best friend for—
“How—how long?” You stammer, cheeks absolutely aflame as Jay swayed you both to Ariana Grande’s voice. “How long have you—“
“Have I loved you?” Jay continues for you, “far too long that I immediately jumped at the chance of being your fake boyfriend.” Now he looks a tad sheepish from the revelation. Nonetheless, he still stood tall, confidence unwavering. “My timing is always shit when it comes to you, did you know? Every single fucking time I was about to ask you out on a date, someone always beats me to it. I always claim it was bad timing, but Sunoo would counter that with me just being a coward.” He makes a face, “well, he wasn’t wrong, but it was mostly timing.”
“I almost lost hope, but then you asked me to be your fake boyfriend and I obviously took that as a chance to show you what I could be like as a boyfriend to you.” Jay muses, “and it also pissed me off that you seem to always find the assholes. I know this isn’t what you were expecting from all of this and I know that you might not feel the same but—“
“Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“Just shut up and kiss me again before I change my mind.”
You weren’t entirely sure if you were there yet, love that is; but you knew you felt something more for the man who kissed you like you were the most precious thing to ever walk the earth and the more his lips moved against yours, the more he showed how much he wanted you to be his and his alone. He poured his everything into it, only for you to grow more and more certain that you’ll have no problems falling in love with your best friend in no time.
Besides, you always thought Jay would probably make it easy for anyone to fall for him. He just had that aura, never mind his initial cold front. It’s what comes after when you get to know him better in the long run.
Jay pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, “Wanna get out of here?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
It’s when you wake up in his arms the next morning were you convinced that maybe, just maybe you have loved Jay since the beginning, but you were just too busy looking for love somewhere else to pay attention to what was right there all along.
At least now you have Jay to remind you, after all, it’s hard to forget about him when he’s currently peppering your face with gentle kisses and there was no place you’d rather be than where you are now.
* * *
a/n: I can't believe I wrote 8k words from hearing "my baby loves me" over and over again help
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MASTERLIST (☆ — my personal favorites)
✰ yang jungwon
goodnight n go
⇀ best friends to lovers au, fluff (1.2k words)
yang jungwon did not mean to miss his train, you couldn’t say the same.
the language of flowers ☆
⇀ social media au, fluff (completed)
jungwon’s just every bit in love with the student council president who keeps visiting his flowershop OR in which you find solace in a flowershop, and its owner’s grandson finds solace in you.
begin again (and again and again) ☆
⇀ soulmates au, fluff, angst (2.8k words)
every december 13th, you find yourself at mangwon hangang park with a very heavy heart. you don’t know why. then again, life offers no explanation for its cruelty.
love grows (where jungwon goes) ☆
⇀ classmates to lovers, mutual pining, tooth-aching fluff (4.9k words)
showing affection isn’t jungwon’s strongest forte, but when he sets eyes on you, it’s obvious he has to figure out a way to make you reciprocate his feelings. he’ll take giving you homegrown fruits and vegetables from his garden as a good first step. from then, it’ll be one gift at a time.
wishlist ☆
⇀ best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff (7.1k words)
jungwon doesn’t understand why you won’t just tell him what you want for your birthday. clueless and determined to give you the best present, jungwon is left at a crossroad. instead of getting it wrong, he might just… confess?
invisible string theory
⇀ acquaintances to lovers, slice of life, highschool au, fluff (2.6k words)
inspired by the line, “you’ve been hiding in plain sight then appeared”
classmate au | yang jungwon ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails yang jungwon leaves while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ park sunghoon
twitch rivals ☆
⇀ social media au, exes to lovers (completed)
nothing is worse than getting paired up with a stranger for twitch rivals 2022, except maybe being matched with your very competitive ex boyfriend park sunghoon.
library hymns ☆
⇀ strangers to lovers, university au, fluff (4.4k words)
sunghoon wants to find out who keeps leaving him a blanket and a bottle of water whenever he’d fall asleep in the library or the “I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying”
unlikely likelihood of falling in love ☆
⇀ enemies to lovers, fake dating (14.5k words)
march was a strange month. for one, you’d manage to string yourself into fake dating the one person you hated in the campus - park sunghoon
they told me to
⇀ best friends to lovers, drunken confessions (1.7k words)
sunghoon has a lot of things he wants to say to you, and it takes a couple drinks and a messy trip back home to finally say them
[6:02 PM] ⇀ established relationship (0.4k words)
[12:24 AM] ⇀ best friends to lovers (0.8k words)
classmate au | park sunghoon ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails park sunghoon leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ nishimura riki
always japan ☆
⇀ best friends to lovers, eventual timeskip (4.2k words)
the three times nishimura riki was your best friend, and the one time he was something more
after hours ☆
⇀ strangers to lovers, university au, fluff (7.5k words)
when practice gets overwhelmingly exhausting, nishimura riki finds that staying at the field after hours can be such a calming past-time. apparently, you go there when you need to think too. an awkward friendship ensues.
jealousy, jealousy
⇀ established relationship, jealousy au (2.1k words)
nishimura riki is stubborn and hard-headed, yet not even a fight can stop him from making sure no one bothers his girlfriend. who knew jealousy could look so good on riki?
classmate au | nishimura riki ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails nishimura riki leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ kim sunoo
guess who?
⇀ idol au, fluff, smau (completed)
as an idol, you have a myriad of responsibilities. among these are maintaining a good image and pleasing the fans, having a stan twt acc? maybe not so much. not that you and sunoo are admitting to anything. then again, you don’t exactly expect to find each other as fan accs undercover and you equally don’t expect to start catching feelings.
[7:43 PM] ⇀ established relationship (0.6k words)
classmate au | kim sunoo ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails kim sunoo leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ sim jaeyun
pov
⇀ comfort, established relationship, fluff and angst (1.1k words)
one day, you’d love to see yourself from his point of view
three questions (he wished were never answered)
⇀ spider-man au, best friends to lovers, fluff and angst (4.2k words)
jake has always been grateful for a lot of things: his grandparents, the opportunity that he has as spider-man, and so much more he hasn’t fully figured out yet, but he was beginning to or in which three questions are asked and answered
your name
⇀ strangers to lovers, university au, coffee shop au, fluff (5.1k words)
you give a different fake name every time you come into the coffee shop jake works part time in and he just wants to know your real name bc ur cute but here he is scrawling “rainbow dash” into your stupid cup
classmate au | jake ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails sim jake leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ lee heeseung
maybe love can finally stay ☆
⇀ exes to lovers, angst and fluff (2k words)
love retests the waters when you and your ex-boyfriend heeseung finally talk about why you broke up in a beach house reunion after putting your love to a rest four years ago
month of may ☆
⇀ fake dating, unrequited love, best friends to not so lovers, fluff and angst (2.6k words)
you don’t think you’d ever want to go back to the month of may; the month lee heeseung asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend
june blossoms
⇀ fake dating, best friends to lovers, part 2 to month of may (2.0k words)
as the month ends, you wonder what june has on hold for you and heeseung especially with no more need to fake date
practicalities of a snowball fight
⇀ strangers to lovers, fluff, university au (2.2k words)
lee heeseung never backs out of a snowball fight, especially when it’s with a pretty stranger. maybe accidents do lead to beautiful things.
24 hour stream
⇀ established relationship, streamer au (1.1k words)
you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream
talk tomorrow
⇀ best friends to lovers, drunken confessions (1.1k words)
your drunk best friend accidentally confesses his feelings for you
[9:56 PM] ⇀ best friends to lovers, trainee!heeseung, comfort (1k words)
classmate au | heeseung ⇀ headcanons, neighbors au, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails lee heeseung leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ park jongseong
when you’re home
⇀ best friends to lovers, comfort, fluff (1.5k words)
after months of traveling and sleeping on empty beds, jay comes home and realizes he’s tired of sleeping alone. and he hopes that, in the time he was gone, you’ve finally realized there is love in the unspoken.
classmate au | park jay ⇀ headcanons, neighbors au, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails park jongseong leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
SERIES (☆ — ot7 fics)
“all of us are dead” series
based on the popular series, “all of us are dead” — trapped students must escape their high school which has become ground zero for a zombie virus outbreak.
little things they do
*At Odysseus's party* Police: POLICE! WE'RE SHUTTING THIS PARTY DOWN! Eurylochus, to Odysseus: Hey , who called the police??? Odysseus: I did. I'm ready to go to bed but y'all are making too much noise.
oh to one day live in a world that doesn't hinge on the whims of the united states of fucking america.
Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
disclaimer: these are all smut so minors dni.
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You? Maybe ༊*·˚ - psh
༊*·˚synopsis: it was love at first sight from the first moment for you. The boy you saw at the bus was the most breathtaking man you had ever laid your eyes on. Who would have thought it was the same for him too? the only thing that stands between the two of you together is that both of you are simply two idiots who have absolutely no game.
˗ˏˋpairing: ice hockey player! park sunghoon x fem! reader
˗ˏˋcharacters: enhypen, yunjin (lesserafim), ryujin (itzy)
˗ˏˋtags & warnings: social media au, college au, romance, crack fic, literally just sunghoon in denial but is still being a loser, enha members trying to be matchmakers (?), cursing and swearing, kms jokes
ongoing!
social media profiles
chapter 1: someone has a crush
chapter 2: your no. 23?
chapter 3: blocked?
chapter 4: all motor skills lost
chapter 5: we’re chill
chapter 6: princess treatment
chapter 7: the way to one’s heart
chapter 8: sinister bg music
chapter 9: dogless date
chapter 10:
chapter 11:
chapter 12:
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MASTERLIST (☆ — my personal favorites)
✰ yang jungwon
goodnight n go
⇀ best friends to lovers au, fluff (1.2k words)
yang jungwon did not mean to miss his train, you couldn’t say the same.
the language of flowers ☆
⇀ social media au, fluff (completed)
jungwon’s just every bit in love with the student council president who keeps visiting his flowershop OR in which you find solace in a flowershop, and its owner’s grandson finds solace in you.
begin again (and again and again) ☆
⇀ soulmates au, fluff, angst (2.8k words)
every december 13th, you find yourself at mangwon hangang park with a very heavy heart. you don’t know why. then again, life offers no explanation for its cruelty.
love grows (where jungwon goes) ☆
⇀ classmates to lovers, mutual pining, tooth-aching fluff (4.9k words)
showing affection isn’t jungwon’s strongest forte, but when he sets eyes on you, it’s obvious he has to figure out a way to make you reciprocate his feelings. he’ll take giving you homegrown fruits and vegetables from his garden as a good first step. from then, it’ll be one gift at a time.
wishlist ☆
⇀ best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff (7.1k words)
jungwon doesn’t understand why you won’t just tell him what you want for your birthday. clueless and determined to give you the best present, jungwon is left at a crossroad. instead of getting it wrong, he might just… confess?
invisible string theory
⇀ acquaintances to lovers, slice of life, highschool au, fluff (2.6k words)
inspired by the line, “you’ve been hiding in plain sight then appeared”
classmate au | yang jungwon ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails yang jungwon leaves while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ park sunghoon
twitch rivals ☆
⇀ social media au, exes to lovers (completed)
nothing is worse than getting paired up with a stranger for twitch rivals 2022, except maybe being matched with your very competitive ex boyfriend park sunghoon.
library hymns ☆
⇀ strangers to lovers, university au, fluff (4.4k words)
sunghoon wants to find out who keeps leaving him a blanket and a bottle of water whenever he’d fall asleep in the library or the “I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying”
unlikely likelihood of falling in love ☆
⇀ enemies to lovers, fake dating (14.5k words)
march was a strange month. for one, you’d manage to string yourself into fake dating the one person you hated in the campus - park sunghoon
they told me to
⇀ best friends to lovers, drunken confessions (1.7k words)
sunghoon has a lot of things he wants to say to you, and it takes a couple drinks and a messy trip back home to finally say them
[6:02 PM] ⇀ established relationship (0.4k words)
[12:24 AM] ⇀ best friends to lovers (0.8k words)
classmate au | park sunghoon ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails park sunghoon leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ nishimura riki
always japan ☆
⇀ best friends to lovers, eventual timeskip (4.2k words)
the three times nishimura riki was your best friend, and the one time he was something more
after hours ☆
⇀ strangers to lovers, university au, fluff (7.5k words)
when practice gets overwhelmingly exhausting, nishimura riki finds that staying at the field after hours can be such a calming past-time. apparently, you go there when you need to think too. an awkward friendship ensues.
jealousy, jealousy
⇀ established relationship, jealousy au (2.1k words)
nishimura riki is stubborn and hard-headed, yet not even a fight can stop him from making sure no one bothers his girlfriend. who knew jealousy could look so good on riki?
classmate au | nishimura riki ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails nishimura riki leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ kim sunoo
guess who?
⇀ idol au, fluff, smau (completed)
as an idol, you have a myriad of responsibilities. among these are maintaining a good image and pleasing the fans, having a stan twt acc? maybe not so much. not that you and sunoo are admitting to anything. then again, you don’t exactly expect to find each other as fan accs undercover and you equally don’t expect to start catching feelings.
[7:43 PM] ⇀ established relationship (0.6k words)
classmate au | kim sunoo ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails kim sunoo leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ sim jaeyun
pov
⇀ comfort, established relationship, fluff and angst (1.1k words)
one day, you’d love to see yourself from his point of view
three questions (he wished were never answered)
⇀ spider-man au, best friends to lovers, fluff and angst (4.2k words)
jake has always been grateful for a lot of things: his grandparents, the opportunity that he has as spider-man, and so much more he hasn’t fully figured out yet, but he was beginning to or in which three questions are asked and answered
your name
⇀ strangers to lovers, university au, coffee shop au, fluff (5.1k words)
you give a different fake name every time you come into the coffee shop jake works part time in and he just wants to know your real name bc ur cute but here he is scrawling “rainbow dash” into your stupid cup
classmate au | jake ⇀ headcanons, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails sim jake leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ lee heeseung
maybe love can finally stay ☆
⇀ exes to lovers, angst and fluff (2k words)
love retests the waters when you and your ex-boyfriend heeseung finally talk about why you broke up in a beach house reunion after putting your love to a rest four years ago
month of may ☆
⇀ fake dating, unrequited love, best friends to not so lovers, fluff and angst (2.6k words)
you don’t think you’d ever want to go back to the month of may; the month lee heeseung asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend
june blossoms
⇀ fake dating, best friends to lovers, part 2 to month of may (2.0k words)
as the month ends, you wonder what june has on hold for you and heeseung especially with no more need to fake date
practicalities of a snowball fight
⇀ strangers to lovers, fluff, university au (2.2k words)
lee heeseung never backs out of a snowball fight, especially when it’s with a pretty stranger. maybe accidents do lead to beautiful things.
24 hour stream
⇀ established relationship, streamer au (1.1k words)
you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream
talk tomorrow
⇀ best friends to lovers, drunken confessions (1.1k words)
your drunk best friend accidentally confesses his feelings for you
[9:56 PM] ⇀ best friends to lovers, trainee!heeseung, comfort (1k words)
classmate au | heeseung ⇀ headcanons, neighbors au, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails lee heeseung leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
✰ park jongseong
when you’re home
⇀ best friends to lovers, comfort, fluff (1.5k words)
after months of traveling and sleeping on empty beds, jay comes home and realizes he’s tired of sleeping alone. and he hopes that, in the time he was gone, you’ve finally realized there is love in the unspoken.
[1:24 AM] ⇀ established relationship (0.7k words)
classmate au | park jay ⇀ headcanons, neighbors au, classmates to lovers, just pure fluff
voicemails park jongseong leaves you while he’s on tour ⇀ established relationship, idol au, fluff, a little angst
SERIES (☆ — ot7 fics)
“all of us are dead” series
based on the popular series, “all of us are dead” — trapped students must escape their high school which has become ground zero for a zombie virus outbreak.
little things they do
it’s sooo funny when rude customers encounter employees who can deny them service for the first time.
i was working at a little cafe where I could deny service over bad behavior, harassment etc. & mask mandates had just ended a week before & already people were being weird about me still wearing mine—an N95, the kind shaped kinda like a duckbill.
so this man walked in, looked at me sooo scathingly, laughed at me, and said “damn. never known a woman to choose…practicality over looks.”
And I just said, “oh. you can go, you’re not getting a drink.” And he said, “what???”
I said, “sir, you just walked in at 6 am & called women impractical and me ugly in one sentence.”
And he was so astonished he didn’t even argue he just turned around and left 💀🙏🏻 it was like he suddenly became self aware
