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fight for my way!

PAIRING: bff’s brother!yeonjun x martial artist!reader x best friend!taehyun, ft danielle marsh as your bff

SUMMARY: you’ve harboured a huge crush on your bff’s brother, yeonjun for quite a bit. each encounter with him has you stuttering and blushing like a mess much to the dismay of your best friend, taehyun. it’s summer vacation, but unfortunately you won’t have the time to relax as you battle with your newfound feelings instead of kicking someone’s ass in training for taekwondo. you certainly did not sign up for this 

GENRE: one shot, f2l, best friend’s brother trope, love triangle, crack??, coming of age, taehyun and mc practice taekwondo

WARNINGS: fighting, angst, fluff, swearing, mc beats up someone, mentions of blood, mc is super embarrassing and a major simp teehee, flirty yeonjun, makeout session,  i know nothing about taekwondo so please excuse me if i made any mistakes related to it

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WORD COUNT: 8k

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YOU KNEW IT’S WRONG TO SIMP OVER YOUR FRIENDS, BUT YOU COULDN’T HELP IT.

Since when did Kang Taehyun get so hot?

You hadn’t even worn your dobok yet and you were already sweating just looking at him box with that punching bag. His arm muscles flexed and rippled deliciously, and his face which was contorted into a focused expression, glimmered under the studio lights due to the layer of sheen sweat that coated his body. A drop rolled down the bridge of his nose and was about to land on his lips when he stopped and wiped it off. The sudden change in movement brought you out of your daydream and you mentally punched yourself for drooling over one of your best friends. You need to stop simping over anyone who is even the slightest bit hot.

You slung your bag on your shoulder and walked towards the locker room to get changed. Shuffling through your belongings, you tried to find the plastic in which you had kept your dobok, when you were startled by the feeling of someone's hand on your back. You looked behind to see your best friend Danielle grinning at you. 

“You’re a bit early today.”, she stated. You sighed, “Yeah, my mom kicked me out of the house at six in the morning. I was wandering around till class started.” Danielle patted your shoulder sympathetically. Ever since the summer holidays for your senior year had started, your mom had been making sure you didn’t laze around the house and be productive everyday. This was the last year for your taekwondo training and then you would finally receive your black belt. Your mom felt it was important for you to go for training. 

Every. Single. Day.

Honestly, you were a bit pissed in the beginning because you couldn’t join the rest of your school friends on their month long trip to Kyoto. But, Taehyun and Danielle were staying back as well for their training, so things were good. 

You wore the white jacket on top of your t-shirt and slipped your belt through the white loops. Your pants were almost up your calves when Danielle spoke again. “Do you wanna come over to my house in the evening? We should get started on our physics project. You jumped in excitement at her offer, “Is your brother gonna be there?” 

Danielle slapped your arm, “Why does that matter? We have to do our work, I’m not going to sit there and watch you fangirl over him.” 

Ah yes, Danielle's brother, Choi Yeonjun. 

The man you were absolutely smitten with.

The perfect, handsome, smart and talented golden boy of the school.

Your crush of three years.

And lately, it felt like he was reciprocating your feelings as well because he had started flirting with you back. You would take any chance to interact with him, which is why you were always ecstatic to visit Danielle’s house.

“Just tell me please”, you dragged out your sentence in a whiny voice, making Danielle hiss at the annoying sound. “Okay okay, he’s going to be there. He has nothing to do this week.” You squealed and pumped your fist in the air. Danielle just rolled her eyes at your actions and pulled you out of the locker room to join the training.

You lay spread eagle on the blue foam mat. Your arms felt like wet, heavy ham and the muscles in your thighs felt like they were stretched to the maximum. You really shouldn’t have skipped your warm up but you had no idea how rigorous today’s training would be. Your coach was hellbent on making sure you perfected your double roundhouse kick and only let you take a break when you got the hang of it. These were probably the most tiring four hours of your life. 

Suddenly, a handsome face came into your view as the person loomed over your body and blocked the light, making you jolt up. After getting a closer look you realised it was just your best friend, Taehyun and stomped on his feet out of annoyance. 

“Yah, why did you just pop out of nowhere? You startled me.” 

Taehyun huffed at your words, “I thought you fell asleep. Let’s go home now, my stomach is gonna digest itself if I don’t feed it anything soon.” You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration and went towards the locker room to get your belongings.

Danielle had already left before you both, so you took the shorter route towards your house. Usually you both would drop her off along the way and then walk back together since you lived right next to each other. 

The walk back home was rather silent, filled with occasional slurps of the popsicles you both had bought. Your walks home were usually always filled with a comfortable science accompanied by some type of snack. Lately, you both had been trying to eat all the popsicle flavours of the new trending brand. Today, you both tried the cherry lime flavour and honestly, it was absolutely disgusting. You stared at the bright red and green ice on the stick and grimaced. 

“This tastes really bad. Especially the cherry side, it’s just frozen cough medicine.” 

Taehyun shrugged his shoulders, “I kind of like it, the combination is nice.” You wrinkled your nose at his remark, “You have a bad taste.” 

He turned to look at you with mock hurt on his face when you noticed a red stain from the popsicle on the corner of his lips. You giggled and tried to rub off the insistent stain from the corner of his lips, making Taehyun freeze in his spot. You looked at him to be met with his eyes already staring at your face. His face looked flushed and his eyes were wide open. His eyes

Ah yes, his eyes were so mesmerising. They looked like pools of freshly brewed coffee that always held a sparkle in them. You quickly moved away when Taehyun spoke up, “W-what are you doing?”

You cleared your throat, “You had a red stain on your face.”

These types of events between you two had been frequenting a lot lately and you felt slightly bothered by it.

He rolled his eyes,“Your entire lips are green, eat the cherry part also. You look like Mike Wazowski.”

“Shut up.”, you muttered while wiping your lips.

You handed your half eaten popsicle to him and resumed walking. Feeling disgusted by the sight of him gorging down both of the disgusting frozen treats you decided to change the topic. “I’m going to Danielle's house later to start our physics project.” Taehyun nodded. “Yeonjun is gonna be there too.”, you sighed dreamily, making him glare at you.

“Why are you still obsessed with that bastard?”

You gasped in offence, “How dare you call him that? He’s an amazing guy.”  At that, Taehyun chucked the ice cream sticks in the nearby dustbin a bit too forcefully for your liking. You had a slight idea why Taehyun and Yeonjun had a beef between them. Both of them were academic rivals, always competing for the top spot, which was why they were never nice to each other and always bickered. But you were not letting their issue meddle with your non-existent love life. 

“He’s annoying and not a nice guy. Just last week I saw him walking around with a new chick.” He threw his hands in the air, “How could he do that when he just dumped his girlfriend!” 

Yeah that was true. Yeonjun was a bit of a playboy. I mean what could you expect with such good looks and personality. Girls were throwing themselves on him right and left and he just accepted it. You would do that too if you were that perfect. 

“I don’t care, I know he would never hurt someone intentionally.” Taehyun shook his head at your obvious lovesickness. You were too blinded by your crush to notice the possibility of getting hurt. You waved him off when you reached your driveway. “Okay bye, I have to pick an outfit for the evening.” Taehyun didn’t bother looking at you and just simply reminded you that it wasn’t a date. But who cares? Definitely not you.

The shiny silver doorbell was waiting for you, inviting you to press it, but you just stood like a fool at Danielle’s doorstep. Why were you getting nervous for absolutely no reason?(Yeonjun)It’s not like this was your first time visiting her house. 

You dismissed your worry with a nervous chuckle and smoothened your hair down one last time. The summer heat was making it frizzier by the second and you had to look your best for Yeonjun, which meant you had to enter the house soon. Taking a deep breath, you finally pressed the doorbell. 

A few moments later the door opened to bless you with the most beautiful sight gifted to mankind, Yeonjun's beaming face. He gave your outfit a once over and his smile turned into a smirk. You looked at your sage green tank top and acid washed denim shorts. Did he not like them? It was pretty basic but you wanted to look casual. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about Y/n?”

His voice broke you out of your dilemma. Now you felt too scared to respond. Taking another deep breath you tried to keep your voice steady. “I’m here to study with Danielle.” 

For some reason his smirk grew bigger as he checked you out once again and leaned against the doorframe. Wait, was he checking you out? You really suck at this love stuff because you had absolutely now idea what was going on. Were you reading into stuff too much?

“Studying during summer break?”

He raised his eyebrows as if reminding you to speak. You cleared your throat, “Yeah we have to complete a physics project.” He nodded. “Danielle is out running errands though. She won’t be back for another hour.” 

You frowned at that information, “But she told me to come over.” Yeonjun shrugged his shoulders, motioning for you to come in. “You can wait in her room.” You had no choice but to agree because he had already started walking in. You sighed and mentally sent a prayer to all the gods to prevent you from embarrassing yourself further. 

Suddenly he stopped in his steps and spinned around to face you. You immediately forced your feet to stop walking to prevent crashing into his back. “Do you want to watch a movie with me instead?” 

Your heart dropped to your toenails at his words. As much as you wanted to jump at the offer, there was no way you would survive an entire movie with him without embarrassing yourself. You really need Danielle right now. Why did she have to be absent right now?!

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you tried to look as apologetic as possible, “Actually I should get started on my work. Maybe another time?” 

Yeonjun smiled, “Yeah sure.” 

You gave him a sheepish smile and started your ascent up the stairs to Danielle's room. The entire time, you could feel a pair of eyes burning into you. Maybe the shorts worked! Smirking to yourself, you pushed the door to Danielle's room open. 

It had been over an hour and so far you had listed out all the main points and subheadings to be included in your project. You had no idea when Danielle would come back; every time you called her she would say that she'll be home soon. There was a lot of rush at the supermarket she had forcibly gone to with her mom. You had thought about going back home but your mom wanted you to study as much as you could and it wasn’t evening yet, so here you are. 

Your face was almost going into the laptop screen because of the amount of concentration you had on finding the perfect template for your ppt. The opening of the door shortly distracted you, but you deemed that it was Danielle. 

"Bro, what took you so long? Was it actually that crowded? It's not even a weekend today." You didn't bother looking behind and continued doing your work. 

You immediately stiffened at the feeling of two arms wrapping loosely around your collarbone. A warm breath fanned your neck sending chills down your spine. "This is not Danielle."

Yeonjun.

How and why were his arms wrapped around you? You weren't complaining because this was your dream come true but at the same time this was not good for your heart, which at this point was about to beat its way or of your chest. 

You rolled your chair away from his hold and stood up, almost about to trip over nothing. You were sure you looked redder than a tomato right now but you somehow managed the courage to look up at Yeonjun, who was already staring back at you. His head was tilted slightly and his pink lips were scrunched up in a pout. 

Brushing a non existent stand of hair away from your face, you decided to question him about his previous actions. 

"Why did you do that?"

He frowned in confusion as if asking you what?

"The hug, why did you just hug me out of nowhere?"

A look of realisation crossed his face and he just chuckled softly at your question. "I was pretending to be Danielle." He smirked, "Why? Don't friends hug each other?"

If he was flirting with you or friend zoning you, you had absolutely no idea. You had to change the conversation quickly. "Why did you come up, is Danielle back now?"

"She's on the way now." He pointed towards the door, "I just made some rose lemonade, let's go drink that while you wait." 

You nodded and followed him down to the kitchen. Leaning against the marble counter, trying to look as calm and collected as possible while Yeonjun fetched the pitcher full of the pink drink. Suddenly, he turned around and started walking towards you, making you instantly freeze at your spot with an awkward smile etched onto your face. He got closer and stopped once his feet were almost touching yours. Giving you a dashing smile he slowly leaned forward. Was he going to kiss you? 

Your dream is finally coming true! You closed your eyes and puckered your lips slightly in anticipation for his to land on them. But that never happened. You opened your eyes to see a wide eyed Yeonjun staring back at you with two glasses in his hand. Oh, he was only reaching for the glasses behind you. 

Embarrassment washed over you, making your cheeks flame up in shame as Yeonjun giggled. You really wanted to melt away into a big puddle of nothing right now. Clearing your throat you snatched a glass from his hand and poured yourself the lemonade. Yeonjun watched you with an amused smile as you chugged down the entire glass in one go to cool down your burning cheeks. 

“Was it that good?”

You nodded bashfully and winked, “I think this is my new favourite drink.” Your poor attempt at flirting made Yeonjun giggle and shake his head and you just smiled dreamily at him. He probably had the most beautiful laugh and you could hear it on replay for hours. You had been playing this game for quite some time now and literally everyone knew about your humongous crush on him. You had horrible flirting skills and were always oblivious if someone showed interest in you. Your exemplary skills in taekwondo and bubbly personality had attracted many but you ended up friendzoning them unintentionally. You only had eyes for Yeonjun, who was currently washing the dishes you both had drunk from. He was such boyfriend material.

“My friend is hosting a party this Friday.” he turned off the tap and wiped his hands on the kitchen towel. “I’m sure you know who Jaeyun is.” you hummed in reply. 

“You should come, it’ll be fun.” 

You were usually never interested in parties, in fact you never had the time to even think about it while juggling school and taekwondo together. But, you had a bit of free time now since school was off. And Yeonjun’s offer kind of seemed like he was asking you on a date? You can’t just straight up ask him that so maybe you should just go and find out. This could finally be your moment to directly confess your feelings. You were getting tired of holding them back.

“Okay”, you smiled. “I’ll be there.” Yeonjun beamed at your words. “That's great-”

“Can I bring Taehyun as well?” 

Yeonjun’s smile dropped for a second but he nodded enthusiastically, which didn’t really show on his face. The air turned kind of awkward at the mention of his name and you were brainstorming things to change the subject when you were saved by the doorbell. 

You immediately perked up the sound, “Ah, I think Danielle is home.” Yeonjun gave a forced smile back, “Yeah, have fun with your project. I have some work to do. I’ll see you on Friday.” with that he walked back to his room.

Your face fell at his sudden change of behaviour. You knew he had no work to do this week because Danielle had told you so. It was kind of weird but you assumed it was probably because you mentioned Taehyun. He shouldn’t dislike him so much though, afterall he was one of his sister’s closest friends. Shrugging it off you walked to the door to let Danielle and her mom in.

It was the day of the party and Taehyun(who had agreed to attend after much of your insistence) and you stood right outside the door, waiting for someone to open it. Danielle had decided not to attend the party and had gone out with her other friends to the amusement park instead. You would have joined her as well because parties were not your thing and you’d rather spend your time riding roller coasters, but this was a matter of love. You had to make sacrifices for your dear Yeonjun.

The door opened to reveal a beaming Jaeyun, “Hi guys! I’m so glad you came.” he motioned for you both to come inside, “The drinks and snacks are over there and we’re playing games in the living room.” He patted you both on your backs. “Have fun!” Both of you smiled back at his warm welcome and walked inside the huge bungalow. 

The kitchen counter was lined up with all sorts of colourful sodas and delicacies. The living room stretched far and wide, making you gaze at it in awe. Colourful fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, setting the people’s face aglow with multiple colours. Trending pop songs blared through the speakers and you could feel the bass thump to the beat of your heart. People were spread across the entire house and some of them were gathered outside in the lawn. 

Taheyun pointed at the people playing games, breaking you out of your trance.“I think they’re setting up a game of twister, let’s go join them!” You shook your head, “I should go find Yeonjun first.” 

Taehyun’s jaw ticked at your words. He rolled his eyes as he spoke, “I don’t think you should do this, he’s not a good guy.” You frowned at his words, “How do you know? You just hate him because he is better than you in academics.” 

He grasped your shoulders and his eyes turned serious. “That’s not the problem. I’ve seen how he treats people. He may act all nice and sweet in front of you, but he’s actually really shallow.” He sighed at the perplexed look on your face. “He’s a walking red flag Y/n and I’ve been trying to get you to understand that for a long time.” You remained unfazed at his words because just like he mentioned, he always said the same thing. No matter what happened you were going to try to shoot your shot. 

Flashing him a sympathetic smile, you patted his shoulder. “Sorry buddy, nothing is going to stop me. Unless you have feelings for me or something.” You snickered at your ridiculous thoughts, missing the blush that overtook Taehyun’s face. He looked away at your words and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then, I gave you enough warnings.” Rolling your eyes at this dismissive behaviour you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the group of people setting up the game of twister. “Calm down drama queen, let’s play this first then I can go accomplish my mission.” He sighed and accompanied you as you said.

The game was going pretty well and you were confident in your chances of winning. You were in a fairly easy position compared to others, who had their limbs twisted in all sorts of hilarious ways. Especially Taehyun who was basically in an upside down table pose. You tried not to notice the way his biceps were bulging out from under his black turtleneck, but it was hard to do so. 

Looking away from him, you accidentally made eye contact with Yeonjun who seemed to have just arrived at the party. You waved at him and motioned that you will talk to him later. He gave a bright smile and flashed a thumbs up at your actions. Soon after, a girl with bright red hair walked up to him and kissed his cheek. Your heart shattered at her actions. He has a girlfriend?

He proved your assumptions incorrect when he pushed her off of him. Getting a closer look you realised it was his ex. She was probably just a psycho. You were planning to spy on them more but annoyed shouts of your name brought you back to reality. “Y/n what are you doing? You’re the only one left to finish your move, everyone is already done.” 

Apologising, you looked at the wheel that had decided your next move. Looking back at the twister mat, you realised that all the good required spots were taken. The spots that were left for you were only reachable if you bent over Taehyun. Which meant you would be leaning over him until the next move. You had no idea why you were feeling so nervous about it though. He was your best friend after all, you were the closest to him. You’ve been together since childhood. It was stupid to feel nervous over something so trivial.

Putting on a cool exterior, you leaned over him to take your position. Both of your arms were placed next to his torso and your face was directly hovering over his. You were shocked to see his cheeks turn red because of the close proximity of you both. He was avoiding eye contact with you and you frowned. One nudge of your elbow brought his eyes back to yours.

Deja vu hit you as you couldn’t help but get lost in his mesmerising eyes once again. That one twinkle that was always present in them no matter what, the colour of his orbs and the warmth they held every time they looked at you made you lean in closer. You were so close to each other that you could see your own reflection in his eyes. Butterflies filled your stomach and you felt warm and fuzzy all over at the realisation of your close proximity with him. Taehyun could now feel your warm breath on his lips and he closed his eyes in anticipation of your next move. 

But instead of that, your face crashed onto the expanse of his neck with an embarrassingly loud smooch. Some idiot had kicked your leg by accident, which made you lose your balance and bring down Taehyun with you. You don’t know what demon possessed you to do this but you took a big sniff and the smell of vanilla and cologne invaded your senses, making you sigh out in content. The feeling of Taehyun’s body stiffening under you brought you out of your stupor and you immediately scrambled to get up. Why did you act like a creep, you want to cry now.

You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck when everyone started clearing away. The game had ended because the idiot who had tripped you had also ended up rolling down the entire mat merrily like a bowling bowl, knocking everyone down. 

That wasn't the issue right now though. Were you just going to kiss your best friend? There was no way you had any sort of feelings for him. Just a month ago you had given him a friendship day bracelet and told him he was like a brother to you. So now why were you so curious to know what his lips felt like. You spinned around to see Taehyun clutching his chest like he was a heart patient. 

Trying to push away the recent embarrassing encounter into the deep, dark pits of your brain, you walked up to him and stood silently, gazing at his lips. They were a light rosy shade of pink and looked glossy due to the coat of transparent lip gloss you had applied on them before coming to the party. They looked so soft.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when Taehyun flicked your forehead. You gasped and clutched your forehead in pain, “Ow, what was that for?” 

Taehyun smirked as he pulled you closer by your shoulders. “You seem kind of obsessed with me lately. Those looks haven’t gone unnoticed by me you know.” he raised an eyebrow cockily, “Are you sure it’s not me you have a crush on dear Y/n?” 

You sputtered and coughed like a broken car engine at his words. How did he already guess what was going on in your mind?

Shrugging his hands off of you, you gave a firm whack to his chest. “H-how can you even say that! I only have eyes for Yeonjun, you’re nothing compared to him.” 

Taehyun snickered and just pulled you into his side, guiding you towards the table full of food you both had been eyeing. He leaned towards your ear and whispered in a low voice, “I’m pretty sure we were about to do something else back in the game though.” 

Your face was burning with embarrassment now. Nothing can save you now, Taehyun was in his cheeky mode. He was oozing with confidence and you were blushing as bright as a beet.  

You huffed in annoyance and pushed him away to speed walk towards the table. Not bothering to wait for him to catch up, you picked up two humongous cupcakes, ready to stuff your mouth. Suddenly, a hand came up to your shoulder making you almost drop your food in surprise. Thinking it was Taehyun, you put on the ugliest scowl on your face and turned around to face him. 

“What do you-” you paused midway through your sentence when you realised who was in front of you. It was a smiling Yeonjun, who was looking smoking hot today. He had adorned a tight fitted black shirt with a grey patterned jacket and his hair was styled to show off his gorgeous forehead. You immediately dropped your scowl and put on your most charming smile. 

“Oh hey Yeonjun!” His smile widened at your greeting but all of a sudden, his eyes turned dark when he looked at something behind you. You looked over to see Taehyun standing there with a cup in his hand, his expression as cold as ice. They both were practically shooting lasers from their eyes and you could almost feel the heat from it. Gulping, you looked away and tried to think of what to say.  

“I have to tell you something important.” you blurted out. Yeonjun finally broke his staring contest with Taehyun and smiled at you, “Sure, go ahead!” Okay, this was the perfect time to confess your feelings.

Although for some reason you hesitated before speaking. You could not stop thinking about what happened between you and your best friend today. Were you doing the right thing or should you ponder on it more? Unfortunately, one raise of Yeonjun’s eyebrow had you spilling everything out. 

“I have a crush on you and I think you’re really cool!”

Is this how it feels like to have a heart attack? Because suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore and your heart was pounding erratically. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to confess if you felt this scared after it. 

Before you could comprehend Yeonjun’s reaction to your confession, the feeling of something cold and sticky being poured over you made you scream in shock.

Your mouth was hung open in shock as you turned around to see who the culprit was. It was the same girl with cherry red hair who had kissed Yeonjun on the cheek before. You scoffed in anger, “What the fuck was that for?”  

She crossed her arms with a stupid smirk painted onto her face. “You were shamelessly flirting with my boyfriend, I obviously had to do something.” You were about to retort but Yeonjun beat you to it. “Lena we broke up a week ago, can you stop doing things like this! I’m so sick of you.” 

Lena just chuckled and shook her head frantically. Pushing you out of the way, she walked up to Yeonjun and cupped his cheeks with her manicured hands. “No baby, we’re just going through a bad time. We’re still very much in love with each other.” 

Letting out a tired sigh, he pushed her hands away from his face. “Stop being so delusional.” He looked towards you with an apologetic gaze, “Why would you pour your drink over her? She’s like a sister to me. That’s not acceptable..”

Ouch

This was worse than getting friendzoned, he sister zoned you. That too right in front of his ex. After you confessed your feelings for him. You tuned out the rest of his words as anger bubbled up inside you. You knew you were not as delusional as the mosquito of a girl in front of you. Yeonjun has reciprocated your advances sometimes and has even initiated flirting with you. Then why would he say all that?

A warm hand clasped around your forearm that was now sticky from the soda that was poured over you. Taehyun pulled you towards him gently with a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay Y/n? Do you want to leave?” Your face softened at his genuine concern. 

A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you decided on what you were going to do. “Give me five minutes Taehyun, I'm going to make sure someone pays for ruining my dress.” Taehyun’s eyebrows raised as he understood what you were about to do. 

You moved towards Lena who was still yapping about how much she loved Yeonjun, and tapped her shoulder. She pushed her tongue against her cheek when she realised it was you, “What?”

Giving her a condescending smile you motioned towards your outfit that was drenched in the sticky soda. “You’re going to have to pay for the damage you did.” Lena scoffed in disbelief, “And what makes you think I’ll do that? Get lost, don’t waste my time.” She waved you off and turned back to Yeonjun. Even though it was against your morals to fight with someone weaker than you, you were not going to be civil with her anymore.

Grabbing a fistful of her obnoxious bright red hair, you yanked her towards you making her yelp in pain. Turning her around, you repeated yourself, “Are you going to pay or not?” 

She looked at you with a crazed look in her eyes. “Of course not you psycho.” She punched you weakly on the jaw making everyone around you gasp in shock. 

“You started this”, shrugging you let go of her hair and punched her smack on the nose, making her stumble backwards. A loud crack resonated throughout the room. Lena shrieked in pain as her hands became red from trying to stop her nose from bleeding. One of her fake eyelashes(which was about half the length of your fingers) had fallen onto the floor due to the impact of your punch. 

You pouted mockingly, “I guess you’ll have to get a nose job again.”

Wiping away the blood from her face she charged at you with her fist ready to strike, but you easily grabbed her arm making her stagger to stop. You twisted her arm around till it was painfully bent behind her back. She whimpered in pain and tapped on your arm. “Ow please, that hurts.” You scoffed, “This is nothing, I can do much worse if I want.” 

She looked up at Yeonjun with pleading eyes, “Y-yeonjun please stop this psychotic bi-” You tightened your grip on her arm making her groan out in pain. Yeonjun paid no heed to her words, in fact he was watching the entire scene play out with an amused look on his face. 

You looked to your left and tilted your head at Taehyun, silently asking him what to do next. He was watching you with a proud smile and nodded his head signalling you to do what you wanted. You gave him a thumbs up and returned back to your situation.

You gave her a firm kick to her shin, making her fall on her knees. She raised her free hand in defeat, “Okay okay I’ll pay you for the drycleaning I promise!” You huffed loudly and left her arm causing her to completely collapse on the floor. You nodded towards Yeonjun with a blank face. “You’re going to leave him alone as well.” She squeaked out a yes, handed you a fifty dollar bill and scurried away, probably leaving the party.

Everyone else cheered loudly for you for standing up to her. You grinned and jogged over to Taheyun and grabbed his hand, “How did I do?” 

His eyes held affection as he looked you over. “Awesome.” That one word of praise cheered you up instantly, much better than any amount of ice cream would have.

You both were just about to leave the driveway of Jake’s house when the shout of your name made you both halt. You turned to see none other than Yeonjun jog towards you with a set of keys in his hands. He held them out to you and looked at you with an unreadable expression, “I think you dropped your keys behind.” Your eyes widened and you grabbed them from him, thanking him in a small voice. 

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down, the action making Taehyun’s grip on your hand tighten. “You were really cool back there. I’m glad I got to see you in action.” You hummed, not knowing what to say. Can he not read the room? It felt so awkward to even look at him anymore. 

He cleared his throat and his confident persona dropped for a minute as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Actually, what I said back there about you being like my sister.” Your head shot up at his words. “I didn’t mean any of that.” He looked at his feet. “I only said that to get Lena off your back, but if I knew you would’ve taken care of it yourself I never would have done that”, he trailed off in his sentence.

Taehyun’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere, making you feel relieved as he questioned what you weren’t able to, “Cut to the chase.” Yeonjun ignored him and looked directly into your eyes. “Well I don’t exactly have feelings for you right now, but I really want to make it up to you. You’re a really cool person” He stepped closer towards you, “I want to take you out for dinner this Sunday.”

You could almost feel the anger radiate off Taehyun as he spat out his next words, “Did you start finding her cool only because she beat your psycho ex girlfriend up.” He scoffed, “You don’t owe her a favour, she did what was right.” Your shoulders slumped at his words, is that how he actually felt?

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “Please don’t bring your jealousy into the middle of all this. Y/n can make her own decisions.” Both the boys looked at you intently, waiting for you to make your decision. The urge to crawl in a hole and live there forever was extremely strong right now. You really couldn’t handle the pressure. Wanting the best of both worlds, you said the first thing that came up to you.

“I’m okay with the dinner.” Yeonjun’s face brightened up in victory whilst Taehyun dropped his hand from yours in defeat. 

Why was he so upset about it now? It’s not like you were going on a date with Yeonjun, he made it very clear he doesn’t like you. And why were you so adamant on making sure Taheyun understood that? You can’t deal with all this romance shit.

Being born as a dolphin would’ve been so much better.

It was the day of the _date?_ dinner and you were currently lacing up your doc martens on your front porch. You had decided to wear a black skirt with a white top and a dark brown coat since it was raining today so it was a bit chilly outside, even though it was the middle of summer. You had only just finished wearing your shoes when your phone started ringing, indicating a video call from Danielle. You furrowed your brows and picked it up, “Hello-”

“Y/n you absolute moron!” she screamed from the other side making you flinch. 

“What happened? Since when did you start insulting me, Taehyun was enough-”

“This is about him! How could you be so heartless?”, she cut you off once again. You frowned, what did you do to him? 

“Stop making that face, you look like a pug.” She rolled her eyes, “Why are you going out with Yeonjun today?”

Oh so this is what this is about.

You shook your head, “It’s not really a date, he just wanted to take me out to dinner.” Danielle's lips formed into a thin line at that. “You mean my brother, who’s basically a casanova, is taking you out to a casual dinner?” She shook her head disapprovingly, “I didn’t think you could be so clueless. 

You squinted at her in confusion, “Just tell me what you want to. Don’t beat around the bush. There’s no time for that, he’ll be here any moment.”

Pinching her nose in frustration, she let out a deep breath. “Taehyun told me the full story of what happened at the party since someone else forgot to.” You gave her a guilty smile at that. Danielle caught a horrible flu a few days ago, so you didn’t really get the time to update her on all this.

“He likes you Y/n. He’s been hopelessly in love with you since the past five years.” Your jaw hung open at that. There’s no way your suspicions were right. Taehyun actually liked you? You felt gooey and warm like a freshly baked brownie right now. You could feel the heat spread through your entire body at the idea of Taehyun liking you.

“Close your mouth Y/n, I can see your internal organs.” You really wanted to slap her right now because her sarcastic commentary really wasn't helping you with the whirlwind of emotions you were going through. 

You let out a deep sigh, “I really don’t know Danielle. I feel so happy and excited at the thought of that? But also kind of scared. He’s my best friend, you know, I don’t want to mess things up.” 

She shook her head at you with pity, “It’s too late for that, you already did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you kidding me?”, she scoffed. “Taehyun is competing in the interstate Taekwondo championship today!” You stood up from your seat in horror, “What! Why didn’t you tell me before?” 

She wiped her runny nose into her tissue and glared at you, “You’re his closest friend, I didn’t think you would forget something so important.” She sighed, “I can’t attend the fight because of my cold, but you should.” 

The honk of a car horn made you look in front to see Yeonjun waving at you. You mirrored his actions and looked back into your phone. “There’s still time till the fight right?”

She nodded, “It starts in thirty minutes.” Muttering a ‘shit’, you thanked her for giving you a reality check. She only nodded and coughed into her tissue once again, “It’s up to you to pick between your amazing and sincere best friend or my brother who’s probably only interested in you for your fighting skills.” Nodding solemnly you cut the call and stuffed your phone into your sidebag. By then, Yeonjun had walked up to your doorstep with an umbrella in his hand. 

“Are you ready to go?”

Your hands were set on your lap as you watched the rain fall outside of the car window. You were sitting in a rather rigid manner on your seat as you listened to Yeonjun blabber about some olympiads he had won medals for. You felt bad because you weren’t paying any attention to what he was saying. You couldn't get Taehyun off of your mind. 

The warmth he made you feel everytime he smiled and when the dimple on his right cheek showed. The way your heart fluttered when you watched him execute taekwondo moves with perfection and the way his face lit up with joy each time he was successful. The butterflies that swarmed your stomach every time you hugged him or held his hand. All of this, you had been brushing them away for so long thinking that this was a normal thing for friends. There was no way you could be more than that. But now realisation seemed to dawn upon you, you had been in love with him all along, perhaps even longer than he has been. 

Looking next to you, you observed Yeonjun. He still made you feel nervous and excited, but you realised that this was a different kind of feeling. The kind you feel when you receive updates from your favourite celebrity. It was nothing more than a schoolgirl crush, the one where he was just good eye candy to admire. He didn’t make you feel the comfort and love you felt with Taehyun. And you didn’t feel the same way about him either.

You have to see Taehyun, right now

Shuffling through your bag for your phone, you frantically checked the time. You still had fifteen more minutes to go before his match started.

“Yeonjun can you please take me to X stadium instead? I’m so sorry, but I can’t have dinner with you today, I have to go.”

Yeonjun frowned, “What happened all of a sudden? Is it that urgent?”

“Yes it is, please turn the car around.”

He nodded, still confused. He was about to question you but stopped when he saw you hold up your phone to your ear, trying to call Taehyun so you could tell him you were coming to his match. He received missed calls after missed calls from you, but he didn’t pick up any. His phone was probably with the coach.

Soon, Yeonjun stopped the car at a red light right across the stadium. You asked him to unlock the car door and thanked him for the ride. His eyes widened, “Are you going to walk in the rain? It’ll just take me five more minutes to make a U-turn.” You shook your head, “There’s no time for that, I’ll miss Taehyun-”

“You’re going to see Taehyun?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for leaving you like this but I can’t miss out on his match. I forgot about it till today.” you sighed, “I also need to tell him something.” You breathed out in frustration when Yeonjun just stared at you blankly, not complying to your request. Reaching over him you turned off the door locks. You had just stepped one leg out when he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. 

“I thought you liked me.” you looked at him with surprise. What is he playing at? Judging by the pissed off expression on his face you could conclude that he was jealous because you were ditching him for his rival. 

You gave him a small smile, “I was wrong.” 

Slamming the car door shut, you dashed off into the rain and crossed the road towards the stadium entrance. You always found the main leads in movies crazy to be running in the heavy rain towards their lover, but you finally understood their situation today. A stupid smile was graced upon your features and you couldn’t wait to tell Taehyun everything you felt about him.

Upon entering the stadium, you immediately ran towards the direction of the changing rooms and were met with your coach standing in front of it. His eyes widened momentarily upon seeing you all soaked.

“Y/n you’re here? What hap-”

“Is Taehyun inside?”, desperation laced your voice as you questioned him. He nodded, “Yes, but he has to be out soon-”

You cut him off once again by thanking him and entered the room behind him. The slam of a door being shut, startled the man standing in front of you, making him drop the water bottle he was holding. He faced you with eyes as wide as saucers, clearly not expecting to see you here.

“You came? But what about your dinner?” 

You paced towards him and smacked his shoulder, “Screw that, why didn’t you remind me of your match even if I forgot?” he winced as you whacked him once again, “You know this is equally important to me as much as it is to you!”

He caught your hand when you were going to hit him again. “I didn’t want to disturb your date, I know how badly you want to be with him.” he tried to mask the hurt on his face but you could see it in his eyes. “This is just one match, I would have told you the results anyways, you didn’t have to-”

You cut him off by grabbing the collar of his white uniform and smashing your lips onto his. Taehyun froze for a few seconds but then slowly closed his eyes and cupped your face as he kissed you back. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and moved his lips with more fervour. The kiss soon turned messy and heated as you both let out your years of pent up feeling you couldn’t say. His lips were cushiony soft and tasted like vanilla and peppermint. Your brain felt like it turned to mush as you moved your lips against his addictive ones. Damn, if you knew he was such a good kisser, you would’ve asked him out yourself long ago.

Your knees were about to give out from the intensity of the kiss, so he wrapped one of his hands around your waist and pulled you flush against him. When you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore you pushed him by his chest away slightly, but he only chased your lips for more, muffling the squeal that came out from you with his lips. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your nose, your cheeks and continued to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle in glee. He pulled away and held your face as if you were the most precious gem in the world. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked at his lips which were swollen and glossy from kissing. 

“I like you so so much Y/n”, His cheeks bunched up and his eyes crinkle at the corners from smiling so happily. 

You kissed the dimple that appeared on his right cheek and grinned at him.

“I like you a lot, too pretty boy.”

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The Queen Has Returned

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“What are you? A ghost trying to fit in with humans? Or some creepy little boy with creepy little powers?“

"Both! Uh…neither! I don’t know.”

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I went and saw Newsies for the first time and it was beautiful! 

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Sometimes I remember that Young Justice is coming back and I get excited, but then I remember these two and how they broke my heart and it makes me sad.

Gosh, I hope Wally comes back in season 3

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Remember that one vine? Well Robin’s gotta learn somehow...

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There’s a meta-human trafficking syndicate in Markovia that we can shut down with your help. When it’s all over we go our separate ways. No muss. No fuss. 

Someone give me amnesic Wally for season 3

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“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”

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Happy [late] Halloween!! 

I wanted to pay tribute to one of my favorite monster books! Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein!! 

What are y’alls’ favorite monster book? Tell me in the tags! I’m always looking for new things to read! 

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8:05 | SAM

word count: 3.2k

summary: sam’s ten heart event with a twist.

tags: winter, developing relationships, fluff, swearing, cuddling, hiding from his mother in his bed lol

a/n: this spiralled out of my control and into 3k words… enjoy!

it’s cold.

the fleece coat you’ve bundled yourself in cannot protect goosebumps from forming from the biting chill of the valley’s winter nights. your breaths come out in cloudy puffs of air, the heat slowly draining out of every exhale. it’s dark out, poorly spaced lampposts providing the bare minimum amount of light to navigate.

you got sam’s letter earlier, a clumsily written note that was stuffed haphazardly into your farm’s mailbox—the yellow lined paper he used, all crumpled and ripped.

meet me in front of my house! at 8 pm, i’ll be waiting. there’s something i want to tell you.

the ending sentence is somehow even more sloppily written compared to the ones before it. as if he was debating whether or not to add it in, but ultimately decided for it—it’s funny to imagine him hunched over his desk, stressing over what to write to you.

well, you won’t deny feeling excitement over the possibility of whatever sam has to say. if the subtle skip in your step is anything to go by.

you walk through the silent night of the town, it seems like everything’s frozen in place during the colder times of the year—everyone’s safe at home, toasty under their covers and you’d imagine thoroughly enjoying going to bed at 7 pm.

you do too, sometimes. there’s less to do when the ground is too frozen to plant any crop.

there’s a lot more free time out of the farm during the winter. you’ve really started integrating yourself with the townspeople—helping haley find her bracelet, befriending sam’s prickly coworker shane, and even discovering a shadowperson named Krobus in the town sewers. it really is starting to feel like home.

walking, you cut the corner passing by emily and haley’s house—and there he is.

he looks devastatingly handsome all dressed in winter clothing. his regular denim jacket switched out for a dark woolen coat, his pants are unripped and, surprisingly, not smeared with dirt.

though what you like most about his winter attire is his hair. those wild golden locks are laid flat under a woolen beanie—a stark difference from the spiked updo he usually does (though you like that one too). the tips of his hair are slightly curled upwards, revealing that family trait of curly hair.

you creep closer, just watching him wait for you—the way he folds his arms in an attempt to warm up, and the little shuffle he does on his feet. you laugh softly, he must’ve been waiting a while—just like you have for him.

sam turns at the sound of your laugh, his body unconsciously tilting towards you, like a magnet’s uncontrollable attracting to metal. “you made it,” he breathes, his nose, ears and cheeks pinkened by the cold.

you nod, unable to stop a bashful smile from forming on your lips. “i made it.”

a big grin splits his face, mimicking yours. underneath the lone lamplight he looks jaw-droppingly handsome. you feel yourself become warm just in proximity to him.

“i wanted to talk to you in private,” he says. sam’s buzzing with energy, surveying the dark streets before meeting your gaze with his. “it’s kinda cold out here though… i, um—i can sneak you into my room…”

your heart skips a beat, like you’ve skipped a step on a staircase. “what?” you croak.

your eyes catch onto him wringing his fingers, a nervous habit you can’t help but always notice (not because his hands are nice and interesting to look at, not at all).

“you don’t wanna?”

“no!” you inhale, trying to alleviate the twisting sensation in your gut. “i do wanna, ahem, lead the way.”

sam smiles at you, dimples and all. he leads you towards the tiny bedroom window in front of his house. the window is already open—you assume that’s where he jumped out of to meet you.

he climbs through the window with minimal effort, landing on the flooring with a dull thump!

you raise a brow. “have you done this before?”

sam stretches his hand out to you, waiting. his smile turnt sheepish. “i mean, i think we were all rebellious teenagers once.”

you resist the urge to snort—sam’s nervous, you can tell. he doesn’t have his quips and jokes tonight. and he’s shy, but eager. like a puppy, excited and curious about the world.

“o-kay,” you say, one hand in his hand the other set firmly on the windowsill. “make sure i don’t fall please.”

sam nods, eagerly. the curled ends of his hair shake along with the motion as he does.

how endearing.

you tighten your grip on his hand, hauling yourself through the small window, trying your damn best to not make any sudden noise. which is successful for the most part, only a tiny huff of exertion escapes you.

annoying, yes. but the chill of winter burns through any energy you have faster than other seasons.

your feet connect with the wood of his floor, hand still clasped in his and the chill merely at your back. it’s warm inside, with him.

his room is the same as it’s always been when you’d visit before—shelves, band equipment, posters—but the ambiance is different. a little more charged with tension so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

sam does not bother turning on his light, you don’t mind it all that much. but it takes some effort to avoid tumbling over stray objects that clutter his bedroom floor.

“look, I know I’ve been about nothing but the band for a while now…” he starts. “but I don’t want you to think that’s all i’m interested in.”

you chuckle, clasping your fingers behind your back. “it certainly takes up a big chunk of your interests.”

he pouts, literally pouts. it must be the love bug you caught because you think it’s just plain adorable. “i’m really trying over here!”

“sorry!” you grin, “okay, continue.”

“well, um… shoot, this is kinda hard, huh?” he forces an awkward chuckle. “and nerve-wrecking… but what i’m trying to say is…”

“i’m really happy that we’ve grown this close, and well…” sam looks at you, he’s stupidly red—the color spreading all over his face. “i—i’m just wondering, do you think of me as… just a friend?”

your breath stutters, and you feel yourself blushing before you can do anything to stop it. you stare at him as he does with you. the two of you locking eyes for a second, it feels like it’s just you and him in the world.

you feel your shy admittance at the tip of your tongue. no, you’d say, you’re more than that for me, if you want to be.

sam smiles at you, shy but so, so overwhelmingly bright—it’s blinding. your head is running a mile a minute when you finally get the courage—

“sam!” you hear jodi’s groggy voice from outside the door. your stomach drops with dread. “somebody’s at the door! go and check please?”

you lock eyes once again, this time for entirely different reasons, and with entirely different feelings.

“oh my god, sam,” you whisper hurriedly, panic gripping you. “your mom doesn’t know i’m here—what do we do—”

“hold on—” he replies, with the same sense of urgency as you. “okay, okay—i have a plan, just trust me, ‘kay?”

you think you might break out into a cold sweat. you look at him quizzically, “what?”

sam gives you an apologetic smile with that stupid beautiful face of his, he moves forward, grabbing you by your wrists, and moving you with him—towards his bed.

“sam!” you hiss, alarms are blaring in every corner of your mind as sam all but drags you under the toasty covers of his bed. he lifts the blanket and stations you by the edge, covering you in the blanket—which is now a lumpy mess.

this is his childhood bed you’re in, where his mother and brother are just by the door.

and his mother is calling him.

“i’ll get this over with quick,” he says to you, already heading towards the door of his room. “hang on tight, ‘kay?”

you breathe a sound of agreement, way too jittery to formulate any proper response as you quieten under the covers.

though the sheets do feel nice, and smells overwhelmingly of that specific cologne he uses (stolen from joja inventory, he told you once). you will yourself not to relax and melt into the sheets so fast. instead, you listen for each and every sound that may give hint to whatever the hell is happening.

there’s a commotion that you can hear happening, the door swings open, the hinges creaking along with it—this whole surreal experience feels a little like the confrontation part of a horror movie, the helpless victim hiding and the heavy footfalls of the killer.

though in your case, it’s not one set of footsteps, but two.

“what are you two doing here?”

“you’re the one who called us over, remember?” you can recognize the band’s shut-in pianist’s voice from anywhere. “you were all like, stop skipping practice, seb.”

sam’s voice is oddly pitchy when he responds. “…well, tonight’s no good!”

you hear the other person huff, you strain your ears harder to listen. the huffing person clearly fed up with the strange behavior sam’s putting out right now.

“my mom and vincent are asleep,” he adds hurriedly. “they’d wake up—”

you resist the urge to groan, stifling your mouth under a sweaty palm. jodie was just speaking to him minutes ago, there’s no way they’d buy that. he cannot be a more obvious liar.

thankfully they gloss over the fact. “sam, why are you acting so damn weird?” sebastian asks, straightforward as ever.

“yeah,” the other voice adds. feminine but strong. which you now identify as abigail’s, you hear a pinch of impatience in her voice. “and why are you red? did you sit outside in the snow or something—”

sam chokes, which he tries to conceal as an odd sounding cough. abigail pauses mid-sentence. the shift in the atmosphere is palpable. you screw your eyes shut, hearing the rapid rate of your heartbeat. it’s so loud you’re almost convinced the trio can hear the thumping from your hiding spot under the sheets. this is it, they’re going to discover you.

“oh, oh i see,” abigail grins. “on second thought, i wouldn't risk catching all those germs. i’m feeling starved, let’s hit the saloon, seb.”

the aforementioned man grumbles, seemingly puzzled by the sudden switch in abigail’s attitude. “huh… why?” abigail must have whispered something to him—you can barely hear over the muffle of sam’s blanket comforters. “ugh, alright. fine. you owe us one, sam.”

“oh, of course! mhm, yup,” you cringe at the immense awkwardness of sam’s response, feeling the overwhelming urge to pull out your own hair. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah? now shoo! wouldn’t wanna get you both sick or somethin’…”

“huh?” sebastian replies, rightfully puzzled as they’re forcefully pushed out of the room. “why would we see you tomorrow if you’re sick—”

“well seb,” abigail says smugly. “let’s just say sammy here is taking care of some important business—”

“okay, bye!” you hear the door click shut. to your utter bewilderment, sam shut the door in their faces.

the room is deathly quiet, the air is stagnant and stuffy. once you feel it safe enough, you crane your neck out of the blankets to check over him. to trace any lingering feeling the sudden visit might’ve given him. sam’s got his back rested against the wood of his door, his back slumped.

“i—i wasn’t expecting that,” you say quietly from your hiding spot on his bed. peeking the top half of your face, watching the door carefully. “kinda nerve-wracking.”

and embarrassing.

“i know—i’m sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “i didn’t expect them coming over.”

“sebastian said you invited them for practice, though.” you point out.

“maybe i did,” he admits, creeping closer to you on the bed, even if he’s guilty and embarrassed. “i totally forgot—i mean, i was really nervous! my mind blanks when i get nervous…”

sam stops right by the side of the bed, as if he’s waiting for your permission to get in with you—in his own bed. and to be perfectly honest, you really want him to.

“kinda ruined the atmosphere too,” he looks away from you, eyes downcast and melancholy. “i had this whole thing planned too, and i, just… ugh…”

your eyes soften. “sam, it’s really fine. okay, maybe a little shocking but you know it’s not enough to scare me away.”

he looks down at you, worried. his eyebrows are ever so slightly pinched—you wish you could run your fingers over it, and smooth it out yourself.

“plus,” you murmur, reaching over the small amount of space between the two of you to clasp his wrist. “i’m not just gonna leave… just tell me what you were going to say—before the… interruption.”

that gives you the final push to gather your courage to tug him into bed with you. sam follows, flopping onto the empty bedding next to you without a fight. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, side by side, slowly huddling closer and closer for warmth.

and sam is warm. he’s practically radiating comfy heat you wish to burrow into—or wrap yourself around. the perfect bed-partner for winter nights like these.

you find yourself becoming addicted to the feeling.

sam angles his body towards you. you on your back and him on his side, it feels intimate and special. and for some reason, it feels familiar—like you’ve always belonged by his side.

“i think you know already,” he tells you, his eyes are not clear in the dim light but you know, there are practically hearts in them. “that i like you.”

you giggle softly. “and i think you know the same about me.”

sam tentatively grasps your hand, the freezing fingertips thawing under his careful touch. the caress of his hand on yours sends tingling electricity down your spine, your whole body feels alert—alive.

he speaks again, but this time his tone is a whisper of what it usually is. “stay awhile?”

“yeah,” you swallow, squeezing his hand in your grip. a small smile on your lips. “yes, i want to.”

“good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the edges so softly and the dimples on his cheeks deepen. there really is no one else who can compare for you. “hey, you’re really cold… let me warm you up?”

you turn to your side, facing him. at this angle, your faces are mere inches apart. you can trace every dip, line and curve of his face, and he yours. your hand tingles with the overwhelming urge to reach for him and squeeze.

“it is cold,” you agree. “i’d very much like that.”

“phew,” he softly sighs. sam drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at your elbow. wherever he touches, a whisper of him lingers on your skin—a bone deep imprint you yearn for him to spread all across your skin.

you roll into him with little to no effort at all. sam drags you to his chest, your ear perched right above his heart, you can hear the steady thump! of his heartbeat from underneath. sam winds his arms around you, intensifying the heat you feel by tenfold—it’s not uncomfortable at all, though. you like it.

your bodies fit perfectly together, just like puzzle pieces. a mess of limbs tangling together. the warmth of him making you shudder in honey-like delight. it feels syrupy and soft and warm wrapped in his arms.

his hand at your back travels downwards, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake you feel even through the thickness of the fabric separating the skin of your back and his fingertips. his hands feel rough and calloused at the small of your back—from playing guitar and his skateboarding incidents—but you enjoy the feeling.

you trail your fingers under the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath—the action has no deeper meaning than you wanting to feel.

sam’s uncharacteristically quiet. his breaths are slow and long, like he’s on the verge of sleep. yet his arms are wound tight around you—like he never wants to let go of you. your nerves make you feel like a slow simmering soup. warm and slowly cooking over the fire.

you two stay entangled for a while, in comfortable silence. sometime during the night you’ve matched your breathing to his, and he pulled you somehow even closer to his body.

but, a thump comes from his window, a light tapping sound. soft but persistent. the two of you opt to ignore it, in favor of snuggling closer to each other. yet the taps continue, and become louder and faster.

disrupted by the noise, sam mournfully throws the covers from over him to check, untangling himself from your grip. leaving a very him-shaped indent on the bed left in his wake. you groan, sticking your bottom lip out, you miss the warmth of him already.

“oh shit.”

the expletive makes you sit up in his bed, the comforter draping off your middle. you can make out the shape of him even with the dimness of the light—sam’s back is towards you, and if your eyes dare deceive you, he looks like he’s shrinking into himself a tiny bit.

“what is it?” you whisper-shout to him.

he slowly turns to you, wide eyed, his shoulders stiff. sort of resembling a kicked-dog. sam bows down his head—with what you think is shame, for what reason, you can’t tell. rubbing your eyes of sleep, you furrow your brow, craning your neck to look out the window behind him.

abigail and sebastian are there, waving wildly at you. your eyes widen. abigail and sebastian are waving at you with smug smiles plastered on their faces.

your stomach drops for the umpteenth time that night. you honestly feel too horrified to speak.

you bury yourself under the sheets, a feeble attempt to conceal your mortification. so that’s why abigail was playing along with sam’s urgent ramblings—she knew (not that sam was any good at keeping a cool facade, he is totally incapable of lying smoothly). you groan, you feel like a rebellious teenager again, only the part where you get caught and utterly humiliated.

outside, you can hear the loud roaring laughter of the duo through the glass, alongside the awkward, embarrassed chatter of your newly-minted boyfriend. (not technically official, but the title succeeds to relieve your horror by the tiniest bit)

still, you stay put. through the mortification and embarrassment you still stick yourself to sam’s side, or more literally, on his bed—because you know, there’s no other place you’d rather be.

you spare another glance out of the covers at the trio—to your surprise, sam’s beat you to it. looking at you with heart eyes and the most lovesick expression (you’re pretty sure yours looks the same).

you know there’s going to be a lot more explaining to do in the morning. but it doesn’t matter to you, not right now when you’re in sam’s bed on the verge of sleep.

not when you feel so warm.

a/n: shoutout to the ass trio for making an appearance in the fic! i love you abby and seb.

O.M.G 200+ notesss ??!!! thank you so much for supporting lily T^T i love all of you so much i am being real !! 😭i hope you'll continue your support towards me, also, i'll always and will try my best to not disappoints you!! 💗

李 ｡｡ I HATE YOU, BUT I LOVE YOU ─ he worried you.

𝓢 . 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖾

희승 ⟡ 𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 . . . 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ⋆ 241 ( 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 + 𝗁𝖾𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ) ৎ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

백합 ! first hee fic based on enha's current situation.

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

"what? new album? soon after releasing one weeks ago?" You look at him in disbelief, your brows barely touching. A small 'clack' sound could be heard soon as you placed the plate full of pancakes right across you.

"Uh-hmm," he hums, head still buried deep between his arms he gently rested on the table. It was your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. The eldest member of South Korea's well-known boy band, Enhypen.

"We've confirmed it." He says, finally looking up at you, his gaze finding yours. A strong conclusion immediately struck upon you like a tidal wave and it hurts. It hurts you so bad to watch him like this.

A deep exhaustion that's clearly visible stuck all over his normally bright and warm face.

You love him so much it kills to know that he's working terribly hard but still gets to flash you a loving smile despite the huge burden he carries. 

You push your thoughts aside as you startle him by wrapping your arms around him, tightening the grip, and nuzzling your face deeper in the crook of his neck. Your eyes begin to blur as you feel hot tears drop like a tiny droplet, one by one. You don't bother asking him any further questions nor providing any explanation. 

All you're able to do is muster a single phrase saying, 

"I hate you."

He lowers his head on top of yours, his soft hair rustling. 

"But I love you."

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Once - Mingi x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: After accidentally sending a naked photo of yourself to your roommate Mingi, things take a turn.

Genre and warnings: roommates to lovers. smut. fem pronouns for reader. size kink. dirty talk. oral sex. unprotected sex. one shot.

Word count: 4,052.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multihoe-net - @haruharu-egypt - @yuyusmist - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @offmymindmp3 (this tag list was for people who requested to be attached to all fics or my ateez fics. if you want to be on this list, let me know.)

this fic is not meant to represent mingi in any way, shape or form.

           The embarrassment began around seven in the evening. Maybe you had been too hasty, maybe too worked up to realize you were sending the photo to the wrong person. Whatever the reason, you hadn’t even noticed that the risqué photo wasn’t sent to the correct person but instead to your roommate, Mingi.

           It is around 7:15 when your sexual frustration got the better of you, wondering why the hell it is taking so long for the other person to reply. Your phone happens to buzz as you snatch it up, only for your disappointment to hit when you see it is from Mingi. Regardless, you open the text – and then your heart plummets as far down as possible when you realize your mistake.

           “Going to assume this isn’t for me? 😅😅😅”

           “Oh, fuck my life.” You mumble, staring at your phone.

           You have been roommates with Mingi for about six months now. After your last roommate abruptly left, you didn’t have time to be picky about who moved in. Mingi seemed nice enough when first meeting him – awkward, a bit dorky, extremely shy. He kept things tidy and didn’t annoy you which is as much as you could ask for from a roommate. The last thing you wanted to do was fuck things up…and sending a topless photo of yourself is exactly how to do so.

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What Happens in a Blackout… - Hongjoong x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Summary: Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn.

Genre and warnings: basically no plot. enemies to lovers. fem pronouns for reader. hate sex. unprotected sex. biting, choking, slapping, name calling. dirty talk.

Word count: 4,220.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multistan-net

this fic is not meant to represent hongjoong in any way, shape or form.

Balancing the box on your knee, you fumble for the keys, slipping them into the lock and successfully closing the door. You are ready to get home. Helping your friend move is a duty thrust upon any in a close circle but that didn’t mean it was ever fun.

 You had offered to lock up so your friend didn’t have to drive back and finish up some loose ends. The apartment was painful for them due to their break-up, and you didn’t mind lingering to make sure the place was cleaned out. It took longer than you anticipated, however, and now it is past ten.

You walk down the hallway, holding the final box of items that your friend told you to toss in the dumpster; it appears to be mementos of the dead relationship. As you turn the corner, lost in your own thoughts, you see someone waiting for the elevator. Your heart drops, an eye roll instinctively occurring at the sight of the person you dislike the most – Hongjoong.

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This was funnier in my head