[10:21 Pm]

[10:21 pm]

you laugh uncontrollably as boyfriend!jeno tickles you, thrashing on the sofa.

you’d promised you would give jeno a kiss if he made you ramen as a midnight snack, and jeno had quickly scampered off twenty minutes ago to do just that. when he came back with the ramen, though, closing his eyes and pouting his lips in playful anticipation of your kiss, you giggled and pressed the back of your hand to his lips instead. jeno whined childishly, leaning into you with his beautiful smile and slight aegyo as he waited for a peck again. you’d refused, though, giggling - and jeno’s eyes flashed mischeviously as he tackled you to the sofa, tickling you mercilessly from above.

“jeno!” you gasp in between laughter, “stop!”

jeno grins, his pretty eyes curving into evil crescent moons. “not unless you keep your promise,” he says, and the hands that are ruthlessly attacking your ribs momentarily pause as he puckers his lips.

you grin playfully and lean forward to kiss his forehead instead. “you wis-“ you break out into laughter before you can even finish your sentence, jeno’s fingers attacking your ribs once more. “okay! okay!” you yell in surrender. jeno relaxes his hands and closes his eyes with a smile. you lean in to kiss him, then quickly launch yourself off the sofa, trying to escape through the gap his torso creates above you.

you think you’ll make it until jeno’s firm hands grasp your waist, and you squeak in surprise as he pulls you into his lap, facing him.

“you thought you could escape?” jeno teases, the hands on your waist starting to resume his tickling.

you blush, and playfully bop his nose, “yeah,” before pecking his lips.

jeno is momentarily stunned, not having expected you to kiss him so suddenly.

you laugh and press another kiss to his cheek. “let’s eat, the ramen is going to get soggy.”

[9:32 pm]

you jump into best friend!mark’s arms as soon as he opens his door, burying your face in his navy blue sweater and struggling not to instantly burst into tears.

“whoa there,” mark says softly, immediately noticing your downcast mood, “what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice heavy with worry as he places one hand on your waist and runs the other gently through your hair. it’s a habit of his that he knows calms you in the same way that a hand on his arm or thigh calms him.

you mumble something incoherent into his chest, not looking up. you’re sure you’ll cry if you look up to meet his beautiful eyes and see them drip with concern. 

“let’s go to my room,” mark almost mumbles as he wraps an arm around you and practically buries you in his side, hiding you from his members in the living room so that you don’t have to greet them without being rude. you hear the muffled sound of the tv, and assume that they’re too busy to notice. 

you sit down on mark’s dark green bed. he sits down besides you. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he says, genuinely concerned. there aren’t many things that can bother you this much.

“i-i,” your lip trembles. “i got my semester report back. it’s definitely not what i expected.”

mark’s eyes soften. he knows how much your grades mean to you and how diligently you work for them. 

you start to sob. “i really don’t know what to do, mark. i honestly think i deserve to lose my scholarship, by this point.” your vision is blurry as you hiccup, trying to stop the tears from your eyes. “i-i really worked so hard this term, and my individual grades were even better than last term - i thought i’d get the scores i wanted,” you choke on a sob. “i just feel so useless.”

mark hugs you as you cry into his shoulder, patting your back. “it’s okay,” he murmurs. “you did work so hard - i know how much effort you put into your studying,” he says softly, “you have other semesters left to make up, and they’re not going to take away your scholarship.”

you continue to sob, shaking as you choke on your words. “i-i really need these grades,” your lip quivers again, “but i’m realizing that i can’t - i can’t really do it by this point.”

“no,” mark says firmly, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. “you can. you’re gonna make everything possible - i promise.”

you believe him more than you believe yourself. maybe it’s because mark’s always ensured every single one of his promises came true, whether it be that he’d buy you ice cream on the way back home or that he’d get his first win before his debut season ended; maybe it’s because mark’s the most hardworking person you know, not complaining even once as he was constantly forced to work with two hours of sleep per day for weeks on end; or maybe it’s because right now, mark’s eyes are telling you a thousand things that words couldn’t ever convey.

you sob as you bury your head back into mark’s shoulder. “i love you,” you murmur, and mark can feel the small vibrations from your voice through his hoodie. “you’re the best friend i could ever wish for.”

mark smiles, and hope you don’t hear the bittersweet tinge to his voice as he mumbles, “i love you,” just loud enough so that you can hear it. mark will be here for you whenever you need him - he's always waiting for you to just bury yourself into his chest and cry for as long as you need to.

[4:21 pm]

best friend!ten laughs at another one of your stupid jokes, pitching in his own funny comment that makes you laugh.

it’s been a while since the two of you felt this peaceful. you’re sitting on chairs on his balcony, your feet on his chair and his feet on your chair as you talk with music humming from ten’s phone. ten stretches with a grunt and tries to rest his legs on top of yours. ten’s legs are scratchy because he’s wearing shorts and he hasn’t shaved for at least a week, and you pull your legs away with a laugh and shove. ten grins playfully and places his scratchy legs over yours again.

you roll your eyes, but let him rest his legs on yours. you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the chilly evening air. everything is so perfect. the sun is setting, and the balcony displays a beautiful orange-pink view of the sky; the breeze returns every few moments to run its fingers through your hair; and ten is here, right in front of you.

“what are you thinking about?” ten says, snapping you out of your daze. you open your eyes to see ten taking a deep breath and closing his eyes - in imitation of you. his pretty lips curve into his cheeks as he relaxes into the chair.

“nothing,” you smile. ten’s eyes are closed for only a few moments, but that’s more than enough time for you to stare. you realize he looks perfect, too, even with his unshaved legs, circle glasses, oversized t-shirt, and messy hair.

“you were thinking about me,” ten teases. ten always teases his friends with his pretend narcissistic persona. you’d usually laugh and go along with it, knowing that sometimes it was good to give your best friend an ego boost - he really did need it sometimes. but today, you can’t seem to bring yourself to joke about it.

“i was,” you say. maybe it’s the perfect orange-pink sunset, or the perfect breeze, or the perfect scenario of ten being right in front of you - but something in the air just seems to tell you nothing can go wrong on such a perfect day.

ten smiles nervously. he’s a bit thrown back by your answer. you usually agree, as you did just now, but it’s always followed by a laugh, a giggle, a shove, or a mix of the three. this time, your pretty eyes are dead serious as they meet his. he forces a small laugh that he hopes sounds natural. “i bet,” he grins. he hopes his cheeks aren’t actually red, because they feel like they’re flaming.

“i was,” you repeat, with a shy smile - or maybe it’s his imagination. “were you thinking about me?” as soon as you finish the sentence, you avert your eyes, cheeks suddenly flaming. “shit. forget it.” what a fucking idiot move. why did you say that? you just threw away ten years of friendship for a stupid impulse. “it was a j-“

“yes,” ten blurts. he hopes you can’t feel his pulse through his legs that still rest on yours. his cheeks are blushing a bright red, and his brown eyes dart between your eyes and the balcony floor. “i was, um, thinking about you.”

you sharply inhale in surprise, and your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. neither of you say a word, but the words hang there in the orange-pink evening sky, hang there between your eyes that stare into his pretty brown ones and his eyes that stare into yours. after moments that feel like forever, you laugh and lean forward to entwine your fingers with his, planting a small kiss on the back of his palm.

ten blushes and does the same to your hand, the pretty smile you love lingering on his lips that feel warm on your skin. “i think i love you.”

I LOVE THIS

[9:14 AM]

church boy!mark entwines his fingers with yours as you hold hands in prayer, silently praying you won’t feel his heart thumping through his fingers.

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did you delete your johnny fic? :( i liked it

aww thank you so much! i’m assuming you mean my 13k word one that i’ve been whining about losing haha. i don’t know if you scrolled through my blog already, but tumblr suddenly deleted it and i don’t have any way to recover it. i have broad bullet points on it, though, so i might re-write it later. thanks for asking again! it means so much to me that you remembered it.