The Way I Had To Delete A Million Apps Off My Phone Last Week For Storage And Im Running Out Again

the way i had to delete a million apps off my phone last week for storage and im running out again ☹️🔥⁉️

annddd i finally finished writing situationship sunghoon pt2 after putting it off for a month be proud of me pls!!

me when everyone wanted a pt2^^

CATS AND DOGS CAN GET ALONG ✦ YJW

SUMMARY. the city's two heroes, omen and hound, fight like cats and dogs. maybe because they are? little does either hero know, the other is actually much closer than they realized.

CONTENT. gn! reader, profanity, mild violence & blood, developing relationship, superheroes, secret identities.

NOTE. hihi hope you like this! it's kinda inspired by chat noir, but at the same time... not really? anyways! hope you enjoy; i had a lot of ideas and stuff i had to cut out so i might make more parts of y'all want!

WORD COUNT. 2541

“you ever wonder if that boy has a single flaw,” you hear ni-ki ask after he follows your gaze towards the student council president, yang jungwon. jungwon seems to be hanging out with a couple other friends, also on the council from what you can remember.

“no,” you sigh dreamily, “i don’t think he does.”

the boy rolls his eyes in response, wondering why he even bothered taking off his headphones to have lunch with you when this is the state you’re in. you haven’t even taken a bite out of your sandwich yet, for god’s sake.

he flicks your forehead, “that’s creepy.”

your gaze finally snaps to him as you splutter, appalled.

“what?! no it’s not, i’m just admiring him. as god intended.”

he shakes his head, attention returning back to his own lunch. maybe he should put those headphones back on after all. you clearly weren’t paying attention. 

ah, but as a good friend, he really should give you advice.

“but you know,” ni-ki muses, “you should probably, like. just try talking to him?”

“but that’ll shatter the illusion,” you whine. 

jungwon isn’t perfect, of course not! no one is, and you know that. but if you never speak to him and simply watch from afar, you can pretend jungwon is.

he shakes his head, “you’re impossible, what’s the point of having a crush if you don’t do anything about it?”

you yelp, shushing him despite knowing there would be no one listening to the conversation between the two of you.

“just look at him, he’s so nice, he helps literally everyone out, he’s patient, understanding.”

you ignore the boy’s faux gagging to finish off, “he’d be the perfect boyfriend.”

“and you know this, how?” ni-ki asks with a raised brow.

“i just do,” you answer honestly with a grin, before continuing, “but seriously. it’s hard to explain. i like him, but i don’t know how to approach him. especially because like. what if he’s actually a dick and then i have to find a new crush.”

ni-ki snorts, “you know, i don’t think most people decide someone’s going to be their crush, they kind of just, have one? also what’s the worst that could happen, he doesn’t fart rainbows and sparkles?”

you shove him slightly, groaning, “you’re so annoying. and no, i think the worst could happen is that he’s actually omen.”

he cackles at the thought, “oh man, that would be hilarious. jungwon getting booted as a crush all for the reprehensible crime of saving lives!”

“ugh,” you lower your voice, well aware that your dislike for the beloved superhero isn’t a popular opinion, “no, for the crime of being an arrogant jackass!”

“and you know this, how?”

because i see him like every other night!

you scowl, “because! he just is.”

ni-ki is at best unimpressed with your lacklustre response, “loud and wrong, that’s crazy.”

you ignore him in favour of observing jungwon again, and you’re startled to see the boy looking at you. he smiles softly, causing you to flush and turn away immediately.

“i bet you think that means he likes you,” ni-ki teases.

“oh shut up,” you grouse, “but yeah, why was he staring?”

the words exit your mouth softly, not even entering ni-ki’s ears, the boy being too engrossed in eating. you sigh, heart embroiled into a mixture of emotions.

“aren’t dogs supposed to be good tanking,” omen huffs out as you pant, still trying to recover from the supervillain’s blow.

you wipe some blood from your mouth, able to recognize the concerned glint in his eyes, but the taunt doing its job at getting under your skin.

“don’t know,” you snark, “aren’t cats supposed to have good balance?”

you refer to the prolonged tumble he took after a previous blow. of course, now really isn’t the time to be fighting each other, what with the villain mere paces away.

said supervillain spouts some stereotypical dialogue, only shutting up when omen finally lands a nasty scratch on his chest.

he wheezes, clutching at the wounds where blood is quickly beginning to emerge. not one to waste a clear opportunity, you close the distance in one leap and tackle him to the ground of the roof.

you’re wrestling on the brick, both trying to find the upper hand and subdue the other. omen is watching from the side apprehensively, distractingly clad in that stupidly attractive bodysuit.

“a little help?” you complain, barely able to stop the villain from plunging his claws into your chest.

omen scrambles frantically, trying to look for an opening to attack only the villain and not you.

if you didn’t have your hands full trying to stay alive, you’d roll your eyes. really, was now the time to fumble?

“you have three seconds,” you pant out before using your grip on the villain's arms to make him stay put as you anchor yourself into the ground with your elbows, wrapping your legs to keep him in place. this wouldn’t be possible with ordinary human strength, of course.

to omen’s credit, it takes him much less than a second to spring into action. you’re begrudgingly impressed at his control in force, bludgeoning the enemy with enough strength to knock him out, but not seriously injure him. well, hopefully.

the villain goes limp on you and you push him aside with mild disgust, reaching into one of the fabric contaminants attached to your suit for restraints.

omen whistles, “i’m impressed, didn’t expect you to have the foresight to carry that shit around.”

“just because you like roleplaying as a cat all the time,” you mutter, “doesn’t mean i’m actually a dog.”

you pause, the offense reaching a little late, “and they’re not dumb in the first place!”

when the villain is finally well restrained and tied up you take a moment to rest, a little annoyed that omen had done nothing to help you.

“sooo–” he starts, no doubt asking about what the two of you should do with the villain.

“not now,” you interrupt, yanking his arm down to seat him alongside you, “i’m too tired for that crap.”

you're not sure why, and funnily enough neither is omen, but he listens. he settles down beside you, both of your gazes trained on the clear view of the moon. you gasp, the environment finally settling in.

“fuck, what time is it?” you ask.

“don’t have your phone?”

… did he always have to be this annoying?

“no,” you sigh, “i’d rather not have to fork out the cash to fix it every time i crash into a building.”

“couldn’t be me,” omen snickers, only quieting when you obviously focus your deadpan stare on the rip in the suit he earned by doing just that.

“well…” he mutters, abashed for quite possibly the first time since you met him, “that’s different…”

“sure it is,” you agree sarcastically, “but seriously, i need to know what time it is.”

absentmindedly, you add on, “i have practice early.”

omen shrugs, directing you towards the giant clock tower gracing the city streets, “unless you don’t know analog, it’s right there.”

you ignore the jab at your intelligence to squint and read the time. 

1:00 AM

“not that bad, i guess.”

omen clears his throat, unexpectedly a little nervous?

“so how about we drop this guy off at the station, and then…” he pauses, not sure how to formulate the next part of his suggestion.

you wait for him patiently. omen might be an ass pretty often, but, well. this is the first time he’s ever seemed so vulnerable. something inside you tells you not to interrupt.

“i don’t know,” he sighs, “i don’t wanna go home, just yet.”

were this a couple months ago your response would have been an instinctual, ‘damn, that sucks. welp! i’m turning in.’

but you can sense something’s shifted during your most recent encounter. perhaps in the way omen’s begun treating you, since the beginning of the fight. a tad less snarky, and more teasing, verging into flirty.

this of course isn’t surprising, he always seemed like the type to flirt around. you just never thought it would be with you? you wonder what’s changed. neither of you bother breaking the silence as you hand in the villain.

it’s odd. tense, but peaceful. omen suggests getting ice cream, a reward you two deserve for fighting so hard. you agree.

slowly, as you spend more time in his company, the two of you start to relax. the unfamiliarity lessens as your lips loosen– spilling insignificant details about your life outside being the hound. 

how annoying it is waking up early for practice, how you’re not a complete loner but you find it crazy that people can have and maintain so many friendships (jungwon), how sometimes being a student feels more taxing than being a hero.

as omen starts speaking, an odd feeling overtakes you, “so, does the hound have a crush?”

his voice is teasing, mixed with something else you can’t quite place your finger on. still, the question isn’t too intrusive. and, well, as long as you don’t give any details away, it should be fine?

“well,” you mumble, “kind of? it’s complicated.”

his gaze is thoughtful, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes– deep and bright. they’re familiar though, giving you the feeling you’ve admired the shape before. it almost comes to you, when- omen breaks eye contact. a shame. you probably couldn’t get tired, looking into those eyes.

“mm, maybe you should elaborate,” he says, voice soft.

“i have a crush on this guy, right?” you rush the words out, “but like, he’s kinda out of my league! and it’s like, do i even like him, or do i like him because he feels perfect?”

you’ve started gesticulating partly through the speech, a symptom of nerves.

“i don’t know, lately i haven’t been so sure of who i actually have a crush on,” you force out, finally admitting these feelings for omen you forcefully label as distaste– are a little more complicated. 

omen tilts his head, and for the first time in his incredibly annoying existence, you want to squeal and crush him out of cuteness aggression.

“who’s the other option,” he asks, with seemingly innocent curiosity.

you wave your hand, dismissive, “you wouldn’t know him.”

a blatant lie. omen’s eyes narrow and you get the feeling that he’s observing much more than just your words. what, did cats have the ability to lie detect now, too?

thankfully, he lets it go. you sigh in relief. gosh, being a superhero was tiring. something you’d be reminded of more intimately in a few hours, when you would have to practice through emerging aches. this was the worst…

when school starts the next day, you’re beyond surprised to see yang freaking jungwon in the gym?! sure he probably had presidential duties to complete before school started, but surely none of them would have anything to do with the gym…?

you ignore it, content to keep the distance between you and jungwon. except, he actually isn’t here on student council business.

because you’re ambushed on your way to the changerooms. 

“woah,” the boy starts, freezing you in your place. you try to remember the last time you’d spoken to him, maybe once to introduce names in a group setting? if even that? so why is he talking to you.

“is it normal to look like you spent the whole night fighting before practice.”

you pause. the phrasing is a little odd, considering only a mild bruise on your arm is visible at best, and you made sure of that. there’s also the fact that that voice and pace is incredibly familiar.

your head whips towards the boy to take in a smirk and teasing glint in his eyes. yeah, there’s no way you wouldn’t recognize them. it baffles you as to how you’ve never realized it before, but are omen and jungwon really the same person?!

maybe it’s because you’ve never been this close to jungwon, or that you’re too inattentive, or that you’ve never observed the two in such a short time frame– only a couple hours apart. maybe it’s a combination.

you can tell when he’s realized that you’ve realized when the grin on his face grows wider. you grab his wrist – practice be damned, the coach could reprimand you – and drag him to an empty corridor. it’s not too hard to find, considering it’s well before classes.

“when did you realize,” you whisper-yell. it’s vague enough for you to get off looking only mildly crazy if you were wrong, and for him to understand if you were right.

jungwon has a lazy smirk, and your brain hurts trying to combine the attitude that usually accompanies omen with the angel you’ve known the president as.

“yesterday, kinda. got a hunch when i heard your conversation. there’s only one person in this town who doesn’t like me.”

is it crazy– that this arrogant edge no longer drives you mad? that it’s endearing? but also, what?

“what do you mean– heard my conversation?”

he shrugs, “good hearing, and detection of sounds.”

you slouch. it seems like you have a long way to go in terms of using your powers. you did have enhanced hearing as well, but you had never thought to use it in school. but also— what a scoundrel! listening to people whilst appearing innocent.

the few times you’ve gotten close to jungwon, you had smelt an abundance of cat, but you had just assumed he kept a bunch of pets. huh, hindsight is 20/20.

“that’s. diabolical,” you shake your head, confused at the switch-up, “what’s your real personality?”

only now does jungwon hesitate, “well, that’s… neither of them are fake really, i lean into being proper when i’m here because that’s what everyone expects, and i lean into being different when i’m him, because no one knows it’s me.”

you hum, interested. so jungwon was adorable, except he was a little shit too? crazy concept, but… you could see it. before you can ponder further, something dawns on you. you freeze.

“if you overheard–”

“yes,” and now there’s truly a mischievous glint in his eye, “i heard all about your crush on me.”

truly the cat who caught the canary, this boy.

you yelp, frantically covering his mouth despite there being no one around. of course, having recently lost all need to maintain a filter and prim attitude, he licks your hand. you actually scream, whipping your hand away.

“ugh, gross,” you frantically wave your hand in disgust.

“is it,” he asks, and you kind of hate yourself for finding the faux wide-eyed innocence cute, “i would have thought you liked it considering—”

“enough!” you squeak with a flush, “another word out of you and i’m killing you.”

“even if those words are ‘will you go on a date with me?’” he asks, grinning.

you roll your eyes, “i guess i can allow those.”

jungwon laughs, a clear and bright sound. you’re still in slight disbelief as he leads you to a fountain to wash off your hands. this is real.

wait, this was real! you have a date with jungwon tomorrow? oh dear…

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TWLIGHT FICTION ✦ PJS | TEASER!

PAIRING. jay x f! reader

SYNOPSIS. there are three fundamental truths at the riverfield talent agency, none of which are public information. the first is that you are the lone human employee. the second is that you are also the brain of the agency. if you’re the brain, who’s the heart, you ask? that brings us to truth number three, the most indisputable. you have an undeniable soft spot for agent jay, the most lovable and yet also troublesome employee at riverfield.

GENRES + TROPES. drama, thriller, workplace romance, found family (mostly), friends to lovers, clingy x indulgent.

CONTENT WARNING. cursing, blood, discussions of morality.

WORD COUNT. currently 4 k, anticipated 20 - 25 k

NOTE. it's part two to unlucky girl syndrome! well. kind of. they're set in the same world, but none of the characters really appear here. happy reading though! i was very awestruck and happy with all the love unlucky girl syndrome received. it was great motivation to work on this.

PART ONE. as mentioned earlier, this is set in the same world as a different fic of mine (linked here). reading that work is recommended, but not necessary. instead, if you do not want to the context you need is basically that you and jay work at a company that uses supernatural means to collect data on the country's citizens and assign people with a count numerating how many people are destined to love them in their lifetime. it is simply an estimate, a very accurate one, but still just that.

RELEASE DATE. mid september!

he sighs dramatically, sagging into his office chair. jay rotates around until his head starts to spin. he sighs again. was there anyone to save him from the horrid monotony of a nine to five (in the night) job?

apparently not, because he’s well into working on more dreadful paperwork when he spots the idiot duo of their office in the hallway bickering through the window. a smile makes its way onto jay’s face and he moves to get out of his chair.

hey, he can always— all thoughts of sneaking out of his room to fool around with the pair are halted when he feels a chill run down his back. jay can recognize that strong presence anywhere.

he sheepishly turns to face you, pretending he wasn’t just about to sneak off to procrastinate on the work. no, that doesn’t sound like jay at all!

you simply shake your head slightly, endeared by him and trying not to show it, “and where were you going, jay?”

“uhhh,” he drags out, before a brilliant idea strikes him, “to get more footage for review?”

you use your empty hand to knock his temple lightly in reprimand, “that’s your day work, idiot.”

“why am i the only one working the whole day,” he whines, smoothing the area you had made contact with as if it had actually hurt. this drama queen. you were a thousand percent sure he hadn’t felt an ounce of pain, intimately familiar with all of the employee’s physical capabilities and stats.

you give the man an unimpressed, deadpan look, “because you work half-half. actually, you should be off duty right now. what are you doing here?”

he shrugs, not willing to admit that the lively atmosphere of the office made it hard to stay away.

“regardless,” you rest a hand on your hip, sipping coffee with the other, “i came to tell you the new hire’s here, you should come greet him.”

jay opens his mouth to speak.

“no,” you say before he can get anything out, “you can’t pretend you’re the boss, he’s already met zero.”

he closes his mouth, though not before noting with an inner smile that your reason had not been that he shouldn’t do it. just that he can’t.

you yawn, not entirely compatible with a nocturnal circadian rhythm in the way the other employees are.

“come,” you gesture, “i’ll take you to him and then i’m off for a nap. don’t bother me.”

jay resists the urge to point out that your last nap was a mere hour ago. the last time he had done that, you were cranky and didn’t allow him to visit and bother you at your office for a whole night.

simply cruel. that was when he learned not to disturb your rest. even if that rest is more than what he researched that normal humans need? are you a special case?

his eyes wander around the halls on the way to the new employee, even while being extensively familiar with this place after working at riverfield for a considerable amount of time now.

he sometimes contemplates leaving when it gets slow or he’s annoyed with the duties he’s saddled with, but he never goes through with it. not when everything interesting is in here.

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luna you Hatw me.

That jake oneshot almost KILLED me.

AAAA IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT !!!

it was hours of contemplating whether i should give up bc i was exhausted or pull thru and I PULLED THRUUU

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࿐ 𝜗𝜚 𝒷f! 𝓁ee 𝒽eeseung x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre fluff 𝓢ynopsis in which your boyfriend wakes you up at 3:00am for a ramen date, and unexpectedly ends up sleeping over for the first time ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1538 ⸝⸝ not proof read skinship petnames kissing ୭ৎ pls reblog && like !! ≧ᗜ≦ — 𝓁ibrar𝓎 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

IT WAS 3AM WHEN THE SOUND OF YOUR PHONE BUZZING ON THE NIGHTSTAND PULLED YOU OUT OF A DEEP SLUMBER.

groggily, you reached for it, squinting at the bright screen in the darkness of your room.

the caller id shows heeseung’s name, and you furrow your brows in confusion.

what reason could your boyfriend possibly have to be calling you at this hour?

you answered the call with a tired sigh leaving your lips, your voice thick with sleep.

“hee? what’s wrong?”

“come outside,” he whispers, his tone mischievous.

“i’m outside your house.”

“outside my house?” you repeat in disbelief, quickly sitting up in bed.

you push back the curtain and peer out of your window.

sure enough, there he is, standing beneath the streetlight, hands shoved in his pockets, a playful grin on his face as he excitedly waves at you, you scoffed getting back into bed. — more under cut !

“why are you here hee, have you seen the time?” you ask, a tiny smile tugging at your lips despite your confusion.

“i’m craving ramen,” he replies simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“ramen? at 3am?” you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“you seriously couldn’t wait until morning?”

“nope,” he says, popping the ‘p.’

“come on, let’s go get some. i’ll drive.”

there’s something about his voice, the way he’s so carefree and impulsive, that makes you throw off your soft blankets once again and get out of the comfort of your bed.

“give me a minute,” you say before hanging up and grabbing the nearest hoodie to throw over your pajamas.

a few minutes later, you’re slipping out the front door as quietly as possible, not wanting to risk getting caught by waking up your parents.

heeseung’s car is parked right outside, and there he was leaning against it, looking up at your window with a boyish grin.

when he finally sees you, his face lights up.

“there you are,” he says, opening the passenger door for you.

“ready for our late-night ramen date?”

you roll your eyes playfully but can’t hide the smile that spreads across your face.

“you’re crazy, you know that?”

“only for my angel,” he replies, winking before closing the door once you’re seated.

the drive to the convenience store is filled with soft music playing in the background, the streets empty and deserted at this hour.

there’s something peaceful about the whole situation, like the world has slowed down just for the two of you.

heeseung keeps glancing over at you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours on the center console.

each touch sent a warm flutter through your chest, making you feel both excited and flustered.

when you arrived at the local 7-11, it’s empty, excluding the bored-looking cashier who barely glances up as you two walked in.

you both head straight to the instant ramen aisle, and heeseung lets out a whistle as he searched through the selection.

“which one do you want?” he asks, turning to you with a smile that’s much too charming for 3am.

you shrug, trying to hide your amusement.

“you’re the ramen expert here, i’ll trust your judgment.”

heeseung grins up at you, grabbing two different flavors and a couple of drinks.

“trust me angel, you’re in for a real treat.”

the two of you sat outside on a small bench, the night air cool but refreshing.

as you both dug into the steaming cups of ramen, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of surrealism.

here you are, having a random date in the middle of the night at 3am, and it felt perfect.

heeseung watches you as you take your first bite, his eyes soft and filled with affection.

“is it good?” he asks, his voice low and warm, and a slight worry that he chose the wrong flavour.

you nod, trying not to blush under his gaze.

“it’s perfect,” you reply, and he smiles, looking instantly relieved.

as you eat, the conversation flows easily, followed by laughter and the occasional playful nudges.

heeseung was in his element, teasing you gently and stealing bites of your ramen when he thought you weren’t looking.

you pretend to be annoyed, but in reality, you’re basking in the warmth of his attention.

when the food is gone and the cups are discarded, you both linger in the moment, neither of you wanting the night to end.

heeseung reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with his hand.

the gesture was so tender that it makes your heart swell with affection.

“you’re seriously the cutest, you know that?” he murmurs, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

you feel your cheeks heat up, and you lean into his touch, savoring the closeness.

“you’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, your voice soft.

heeseung chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“only ‘not so bad’? i’ll take it.”

he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

it’s sweet and lingering on your lips, a perfect contrast of the moment.

when he pulled back, you can’t help but smile at him, your heart feeling the fullest it’s ever been.

but as you glance back at his car, a sudden thought crosses your mind—one that makes your pulse quicken.

you take a deep breath, the words slipping out before you can second-guess yourself.

“do you want to.. sleep over?”

heeseung blinks at you, his eyes widening in surprise.

“s-sleep over?” he repeats, his voice a little higher than usual.

“like… at your place?”

you nodded, biting your lip nervously.

“yeah. it’s just… i don’t really want the night to end yet. but if it’s too soon, that’s okay—”

“no, no,” he interrupts, his cheeks flushed.

“i’d love to. i just… what about your parents?”

“i’ll lock the door,” you say with a small smile.

“they won’t even know you’re there.”

heeseung stares at you for a moment longer, giving you the opportunity to back out— but as he sees the anticipation and nervousness in your eyes he finally nods, his lips curling into a shy smile.

“okay. let’s do it.”

back at your house, you both tiptoe up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.

your heart was racing, a mix of excitement and nerves making your hands tremble slightly.

when you finally reach your room, you close the door behind you, not forgetting to twist the lock as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

heeseung looks around your room, taking in the soft glow of the fairy lights and the familiar scent that screams you.

he seems nervous, and it was endearing to see him like this, so different from his usual confident, nonchalant self.

“i, uh… i can sleep on the floor,” he offers, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

you shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips.

“don’t be ridiculous, hee. we’re a couple, right? you can sleep beside me.”

his eyes widen at your words, but he nods, trying to hide his flustered expression.

“yeah… if that’s fine with you, okay.”

you both get ready for bed in a comfortable silence, though the air is charged with anticipation and quietness.

when you finally climb into bed, you lie on your side, facing away from heeseung.

he hesitates for a moment before joining you, leaving a respectful gap between your bodies.

the silence stretches on, filled with the sound of your breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets.

you’re both nervous, no doubt and it’s almost amusing how two people who just shared a kiss could be so shy now.

after a few minutes, you muster up the courage to turn around.

but when you do, you find yourself face-to-face with heeseung, his nose practically brushing against yours.

you both freeze, eyes wide, before breaking into soft giggles.

“this is really awkward, isn’t it?” you whisper, your breath mixing with his.

“yeah,” he admits, a grin tugging at his lips.

“but in a super good way.”

you nod, the nervousness melting away as you bask in the warmth of his presence.

without thinking, you shift closer, laying your head on his chest.

heeseung’s arms immediately wrapped around you instinctively, holding you close as if you were the most precious thing in the world, protecting you.

you tilted your head up, your lips finding his in a slow, soft kiss.

it’s tender and sweet, filled with all the emotions you couldn’t possibly put into words.

when you finally pulled back, you rest your head against his chest again, listening to the steady beat of his heart, putting you back into a deep sleep.

“goodnight, hee,” you murmur, your voice laced with a gentleness and contentment.

“goodnight, baby.” he replies, his voice equally soft.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you as if he never wants to let go.

as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his warmth, you couldn’t help but smile.

this is your first sleepover, but you certainly know it won’t be your last.

and of course, it definitely will not be your last 3am ramen date.

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