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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ seasons.
Mundane moments with TXT that makes everything seem worth it.
જ⁀➴♡ wc 2k ✧ fluff , comfort
+ can be read as a sequal to carnival.
Somehow, it felt exposing when the curtains were drawn. Ruthlessly tossed to the side and the sunlight began to burn you through the glass pane.
All you had wanted to do was stay within your four walls, wrapped up in the blanket that fit around you so perfectly.
Watching videos on your phone with no energy to get out of bed and actually do something.
Worrying about work soon or upcoming plans you suddenly wanted to skip out on. Something you’d been excited about for months now felt daunting.
Acknowledging that you’re simply too much for other people, you busy yourself with controlling what you can and taking up less space.
They probably didn’t even want you there, anyways.
The simple routine of thinking until you got just sad— an infectious mold that, with time, spread to your heart, constricting it to numbness.
You seemed to lose track of the days when this happened.
“It’s time to live.”
It was Yeonjun.
“Aren’t I already?” Groaning, you pulled a pillow over your face with an aggravated sigh.
“Nope! You’re just alive.” You shrugged.
He couldn’t see.
With a familiar hand pulling you out of bed, the cold feeling of the hardwood floors almost instantly making you want to retreat.
Despite this, you allowed the hand to drag you out into the world and out of the comfort of your bed.
The feeling of the cold floorboards matched the feeling of the cold water he splashed you with, a teasing smile on his face.
There wasn’t much joy in it for you, rubbing the facial care products into your face haphazardly.
Yesterday’s energy was long gone.
Once dry, he made sure to help you with the sweetest step of your skincare routine.
Small kisses littered across your face, a hand squeezing yours tightly.
A small feeling of warmth seemed to chip away at the mold on your heart, almost as if it was being gently cleaned with his own hands.
“You have a pimple.”
“Thanks for pointing it out. It’s my third eye.” You sounded unamused and he smirked, poking at your cheek careful to not touch it.
“I wish I had a third eye.”
You didn’t reply to him, focusing back to the cool mint on your tongue.
Pouting, it was him who continued. “So then I can look at you three times as much.”
The toothbrush in your mouth helped hide the small smile you were fighting, a childish feeling of giddiness.
“…That was really lame.”
The running water washed away any excess product. Wiping his mouth with a grin, he placed a final kiss on your cheek.
He knew that words wouldn’t make everything better, they wouldn’t be able to show you yourself through his eyes.
At the very least, he’d do his best to provide you with small doses of his admiration.
There were moments like these where you seemed to be swept out of the daze, almost like you were being shocked back into commission.
Who knew that something so sweet could be hiding in something so painfully mundane?
Moments when your head in the clouds crashes down to reality with a rude and sudden drag.
Those moments weren’t always bad, though. At least they gave you something to lose.
The sound of the ocean as you closed your eyes, skin warm from the rays that you didn’t bother to hide from.
All of the suffocating thoughts made you much more preoccupied with hiding from other people.
You wondered if you’d look better if you looked how you did when you were younger. Even then, you didn’t do much.
If you’d worked harder, maybe you wouldn’t be so hyper focused on yourself. Maybe you’d be more fun for others to be around.
It was easy to find reasons to belittle yourself.
A can of something hissing next to you brought your attention away momentarily, eyes fluttering open at the sudden coldness.
Standing above you, endearingly as persistent as always.
Soobin didn't seem to care that his frame was blocking your only source of light.
“I don’t see the sun that often.” You complained.
“I don’t see you that often.” He countered.
Guilty, you didn’t answer.
It was your idea to go to the beach yet you were shying away from really doing anything, conscious of everything around you.
The both of you paused in the silence.
Some of the excess water seemed to shake onto you as he dropped down on the towel next to you carelessly.
He sipped his drink quite obnoxiously.
Closing your eyes again, all you could focus on was the feeling of him nearby.
Nothing else was better at keeping the thoughts away.
Wet hands wrapped around your waist, almost smothering you so suddenly.
You wanted to complain about the feeling of him practically sticking to you in the hot weather but you didn’t bother.
You knew he needed it.
As he gently rested his head on your collarbone, your breath caught for a moment.
Maybe you both needed it.
Insecurities wandered back into your moment for just a moment. Monotonous repetition of how you must have looked and how you must have felt.
Listening to your heart, Soobin memorized each beat as if he would suddenly become fluent in its’ language.
Suddenly, he spoke.
“Let’s go find jellyfish to give back to the sea.”
The logical part of you didn’t see any point to sending back what was already doomed.
Regardless, you didn’t have it in you to challenge his optimism.
Biting into the strawberry, the flavor seemed much more pronounced than it had ever before. Maybe it was because Beomgyu picked it specifically for you.
You couldn’t tell.
The juice trickled down your chin. The sickly messy feeling made you grimace.
As you reached up to wipe it, he already beat you with his sleeve. Impulsively, you knew since it was his favorite hoodie.
He didn’t seem to care about ruining something so precious for you.
Seeing your reaction, he laughed.
“You’re cute when you make that face.”
Frowning, you replied. “I feel sticky.”
“We should do this again.” His voice was hopeful and he ended it with a small laugh, holding out the basket to hand to you.
Looking down at the strawberries in the basket, you only hummed in response.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find it in you to reply.
Uncertainty lingering in your mind. Something you wanted just in front of you, even if you didn’t feel like you deserved it.
You wanted to respond, really.
But he didn’t need you to, he already knew that it wouldn’t happen again.
The warm glow he shared with you alongside half of his heart only seemed to gleam brighter.
The shameful feeling of hiding away from the world melted away when his hand brushed against yours.
“Maybe we can grow our own.”
Knowing how the two of you lived, he knew that it wouldn’t be possible for anything to grow.
He didn’t have the heart to tell you that but a part of him still wanted to try.
“We can.”
The sound of sticks and dirt crunching beneath you caused you to furrow your eyebrows, eyes focused on the amount of filth collected on your shoes.
Silence with Beomgyu, like your other friends, was usually comforting. He didn’t try to pry into you or tell you how to cope.
Instead he decided to stall for more time with you.
“Let’s go get some real food, yeah?”
“When are you going to start being honest about how you’re doing?”
It was such an easy question but you couldn’t seem to answer it.
Couldn’t look up to face him, the frustration in his voice already tugging at whatever strings were attached to your tear ducts.
Taehyun wasn’t mad. Even with reminding yourself of that, you felt angry at yourself.
Guilty, how terrible of a person were you to make someone like him worry?
Gritting teeth, your face remained stone cold. Eyes fixated on the table in front of you with your fists balled underneath.
Breathe. It’s not the end of the world.
There was a million things that you could say but nothing would ever perfectly describe how you were feeling.
Shame, embarrassment, the desperate yearning for more but the desire to run and hide at the same time.
How do you explain how miserable you are, even when you have everything you’d ever need?
Things weren’t horrible, they could be better but isn’t that the same for everyone?
Maybe it was the missed connections.
The urge to call someone who was no longer in your life or the desire to become a better version of yourself.
The sudden realization of the little girl that resided in your mother and the burned bridges that she left behind for you.
Maybe it was coming to the understanding that you are the spitting image of your father and all of his worst fears.
If you were better, could you be happy then?
Desperately wanting something that you know you’ll never have, forgetting to appreciate what you do have.
You were just sad— and you couldn’t understand why.
There was a crack in the china somewhere that couldn’t be found. Couldn’t be fixed.
It felt embarrassing to have a crack in you so obvious.
Taehyun often tried to remind you that damage is a show of what you’ve been through, the love and the hurt.
Everything you’d carried with you became a collage of every person and thing that you had ever loved.
You didn’t like wearing it on your sleeve.
“One day, maybe.” Although it came out jokingly, all you were met with was a sigh.
The air wouldn’t stay tense for long, though. He’d never allow that.
It was a sunny day, the outside feeling peculiar after an afternoon sunshower.
A hand clasped your shoulder and shook you gently.
It almost felt like you were shook back into reality, suddenly much more aware of your body in the present moment.
Your mind wandered back to a meaningless quote you’d found floating around some corner of the internet.
‘There is no connection without an open heart.’
That couldn’t always be true, you figured.
Without realizing, you’re pulled to your feet as he hums along to the theme song playing faintly from the television in the other room.
The sound of keys jingling brings you back to reality once more.
“Let’s go for a walk.”
His attempt to get you from the house and out for fresh air was less than subtle but you followed, sliding your shoes on.
Being active this way was something that he loved, you figured if he loved it so much it must be worth something.
Anything he loved was worth something, of course.
Maybe you believing in that so strongly was what made it difficult to believe him when he said that he loved you.
Already seeing the look of dread on your tired face, he laughed.
“If you get too tired, I’ll carry you back home.”
“We can’t be together every second of everyday.”
The tone of Kai’s voice was understanding, hand brushing some stray eyelash off of your cheek.
Suddenly feeling shy in his touch, you pull away.
“I just don’t want you to forget me, that’s all.”
To say something so stupid in such a vulnerable state, you found yourself wondering how you even got here in the first place.
The smile that he flashed almost seemed nauseating.
The kind that would normally have someone’s head-spinning yet he gave it to someone like you so naturally, like second nature.
It didn’t feel like you deserved it, but it was still yours.
“Who could ever forget you?”
Noses rubbing together felt embarrassingly innocent before he chased after you to place a kiss to your lips.
For a fleeting moment you wondered if you really had impacted his life. If maybe you’d been the reason for his restless nights or anxious mornings as he had been for you.
Your mind shut down that hope fairly quickly.
Rolling your eyes, you pulled away and directed your attention back to the orange in your hands as your nails desperately clawed at it.
Marked up and bruised, you couldn’t seem to get it open. The light, empty feeling of your stomach growling had you feeling uneasy. Dizzy.
Just as you were about to give up out of frustration, a hand gently pulls it from your grasp.
Looking up at him, his eyes stare carelessly out of the window.
When it’s handed back to you, a single slice is missing.
He gives you a small smile once again, taking a bite of the orange slice instinctively, teetering it between his lips.
“Wanna come with me today to do some chores?”
One day, you meet someone. And right off the bat this person may feel like home or that strange sense of security you’d been longing for. If you're lucky, you get to experience it a few times over.
And it is terrifying to feel it so wholeheartedly without knowing it. Unfamiliarity is maybe the scariest thing.
You’re going to want to run away, hide away back under the covers. Yet they won’t let you.
They will drag you out, kicking and screaming as they force their way into your heart and plant a seed. So carefully instilled inside you that you won’t even notice its’ presence until it’s in full bloom.
The light you’d been searching for in them will be reflected inside of you, spare parts gifted to you as a thank you for existing in their lives fusing together to create the fragile machine that you are.
This light will find you no matter where, washing away the fear and anger of the past as you learn to brush yourself off, to try again.
There will be days that make you want to go back to the comfort of your room where you’re still the same kid that you were before everything spiraled.
It’s this room that they’ll pull open the curtains and drag you out of bed, over and over.
Something you’ve waited for.
The things you believed as a kid that seemed so stupid suddenly seem to make a comeback. A hint of truth in everything.
Maybe you couldn’t hear the ocean in a sea shell but you could certainly memorize the faces of the constellations.
The crack in everything was simply to allow the light to pour in.
And with the shower of light, better days will follow.
Something to fight for.
The air against your skin feels frigid to the touch and your eyes are focused on the trees flashing by in quick succession.
The radios loud, almost ringing your ears as it reverberates with the mixed chatter and laughter.
Feeling an arm nudge you, your head lulls over to the side and you catch a glimpse of them waiting for your input with carefree smiles. Suddenly in that moment, you understand.
Wanting to preserve the moment for however long you could, it was a moment worth remembering.
It was hard to get to this point and you’re sure that you’ll want to give up again, but you won’t.
No matter how much you’d change through the years, at that moment in time, you were in a car with people who loved you.
And you loved them.
To have something to lose is the greatest and scariest privilege but you will hold that broken bird in your hands and do your best to be as fragile as possible with it.
For the broken birds, it gets better. Maybe for a day, maybe only for a moment.
Maybe for you, it gets better as well. Maybe just for a song or a meal shared.
The time will pass and it will get better.
That feeling you were always chasing since you were young— as long as you hope for that, there’s always something to hang onto.
The love that you want exists because you exist, you simply have to let yourself find it.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!
CHAPTER SIX: cinnamoroll or angel dust?
Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.
CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor
7:23 PM (Y/N's POV)
home. ★ previous. ★ next.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Slick Spider..?
“You think the guy that makes Minecraft villager noises behind me while the teacher is talking… is Spider-Man?” Ok, when you put it like that it does sound kind of ridiculous.”
There’s hundreds of things that Haku Shota would rather be doing than his physics and mathematics courseworks. Luckily these responsibilities become easy to avoid when someone keeps blowing up the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man app with nonsensical requests!
@ contents
[🕸️] spiderman! soul / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , smau w written parts , uni au , spiderman au , everyone’s an idiot but jongseob , y/n’s detective fails .
warnings : cursing , hero au typical nonsense
profiles. playlist.
Evidence collected.
001. rodents. loose rodents.
002. lab experience?
003. NO GIRLFRIEND!
005. totally lost. on a rooftop.
006. an actual cinematic problem.
007. spidey saves the day!
008. slick spider, clumsy cat.
009. one girlfriend?
010. a terrible secret…
011. that’s a wrap, idiots.
જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!
CHAPTER SEVEN: BIG FUN!
Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.
CONTENTS: ✧ fluff , comedy , smau + written , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor
જ⁀➴♡ wc 4k
SATURDAY , 2:17 PM
10:12 PM , OUTSIDE
“There’s a lot of dog hair back here.”
“Shut up or walk.” Luckily for Jay, the five of you had just pulled up to the front of the house and were face to face with the completely defaced and trashed lawn.
The house party had a lot of energy, that was undeniable. If you could call electronic music blaring down the street while people threw up in the bushes energy.
As Jake parked, you sank into your seat with a huff. Before you could get your energy back, you felt familiar arms drape over you from the back seat. Turning, you see Mingi’s wide smile.
You gave him one back, your energy after a long day of draining classes already returning.
“Get a room.” Yunho complained, hitting Mingi on the arm.
“In front of Jay is crazy—”
“Get OUT!!” Jay said as he opened the door and practically shoved the two boys out of the car.
There wasn’t much you wanted to do tonight anyways so you had no issue completely throwing yourself into the party without a plan.
There was a cluster of students in the place, the air tinged with the scent of sweat and marijuana making you cringe.
“I need to get drunk… immediately? Yeah, immediately.”
“Is that smart?” Jake asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye.”
“A smart way to protect my sense of sanity? Yes!” He just shrugged before walking away to find his friends. If you were to attempt to try and predict the night, you’d probably find him later comforting a drunk Sunghoon or Jungwon.
In one corner, a group gathers around a makeshift bar, where shots of liquor were being poured freely. “Bingo.”
In another corner, there were a few hands exchanging small bags containing pills. They weren’t necessarily slick so you wondered how they haven’t gotten caught already. Not that the host would care.
Wanting a drink, you started your way toward the bar before a girl practically jumped into you like an actor at a horror attraction.
“Fuck!”
The blonde girl’s eyes widened and she almost seemed as scared of you, if that was possible.
“Aw, did I scare you? Sorry.. hey, you want some Xanax?”
Your feet came to a complete stop and you stared at her with an unreadable face. “What?”
“Oh! I, like, stole it from my mom and I was just asking because like, I guess people do that right? At parties?”
Her clueless tone made you snicker, crossing your arms with a shrug. “Maybe on Skins or something.”
“I thought they did crack?”
“Probably.”
There was a silence for a moment before you gave her a tight smile, attempting to squeeze past her. Instead of letting you pass she held out the palm of her hand, a few pink pills sleeping there.
“So… do you want one?”
Any attempt at humoring the girl politely melted away with your patience as you glared at her.
“Do I look like I want a fucking Xanny?”
Pouting, the furrowed her eyebrows as she stepped aside. “Fuck me, I was just trying to make friends.”
Not bothering to answer her, you finally walked up to the bar and decided to make yourself a mix of alcohol with your left over energy drink.
For some reason though, the ‘infamous’ party seemed to have no intention of allowing you a moment of peace before another voice came.
“You wanna smoke?” An unfamiliar body stands next to you and you glance over, taking a sip from your cup.
“I never pass down a smoke session..” your voice trailed off. “For free, I hope.”
The guy’s eyes widened before he nodded, almost frantically. It was kind of funny, or it would be if you weren’t having a bad day.
“Yeah! Of course dude, we have business to discuss. Business casual.”
Quickly you realized this was the guy Beomgyu was insistent that you stop trying to sell to earlier that day. Remembering that fact alone, you suddenly flashed him a bright smile.
“Right!”
You followed Mark to the backyard where there were plenty of other people gathered. The air was still thick with weed but there was the paint lingering of perfume that you assumed someone had sprayed.
The two of you sat down outside by the pool, Mark throwing down his bag before fairly quickly rustling through it.
“You’re.. eager.”
Glancing up at you through his eyelashes he gave you a confused look before realizing.
“Oh! I’m not like… that much of a pothead or anything.” The amused look on your face made him roll his eyes.
“Just had a really shit day. And my roommate smoked everything I had left so it took me until I got here to get anything because ‘Beomgyu’ wouldn’t deliver.”
The high pitched tone he said his voice in made you laugh as he looked at you proudly.
“He wouldn’t?”
“No, said he was busy with something.” Mark shrugged before he smiled, laying out everything he needed.
Stirring your drink, you watched as he grinded down what he had and carefully sprinkled it onto the rolling paper in front of him.
“So that’s not his weed? Who’d you buy from?”
Mark pauses for a moment, seeming to try and remember before shaking his head.
“I didn’t ask. Some guy, never seen him before.” You just nodded.
From what you knew, Beomgyu was at least the most popular plug around. Obviously he wasn’t the only one, though.
If you wanted the harder stuff you’d have to opt for some guy behind the back alley of a 7/11 but for the general population of students, Beomgyu was it.
Well, Beomgyu and you now.
In all honesty, you were just selling for a little extra money to dedicate towards fueling your shopping addiction. Not that you’d tell anyone that.
“Oh! I’m Mark, by the way.”
If you weren’t so fixated on Beomgyu lately, you’d probably swoon at the way he looked at you before finishing his blunt.
Unfortunately for him, you were obsessed with a random dude from twitter.
Laughing, you shifted to a more comfortable position. “Yeah, I figured from your little business comment.”
“Yeah, that was just an excuse. I recognized you and you seemed a little tense so.. I figured what the hell, you know? Oh! I’m still uh, interested in whatever it was though! As long as it’s not um…” he swallowed. “Crack.”
That comment almost made you spit out your drink as you stifled your laughter, covering your mouth and swallowing what was in it.
Instead of business, the two of you talked for a while about yourselves, your classes and how in the hell you’d never met before when you were so clearly the perfect friend for the other, as if handcrafted by some God.
Eventually you’d downed your drink completely and smoked what Mark had left, letting the empty cup drop to the concrete ground and roll away somewhere you couldn’t be bothered to follow it to.
“Should we like… get drinks?”
The suggestion made Mark look over to you, slumping further onto the lawn chair. “Probably.”
He lifted his arms up as if he was reaching toward something before they collapsed back down.
“I can’t move.”
You rolled your eyes at him, standing up before reaching over and grabbing his hands to yank him to his feet.
“You won’t be able to move your tongue soon either if you don’t get up.”
“How do you have such energy?!” His voice came out as a whisper as he narrowed his eyes at you, following you inside at a slugs pace.
“I’ve got more stuff in my bag we can smoke.” You offered up and suddenly, he straightened his back along with the strings on his hoodie and nodded.
Mark was trying to seem too chill when he was clearly excited to get even higher. You, on the other hand were focused on weaving through the people before making it to the bar.
“What do you—”
Mark hadn’t made it to the bar. In fact, he ended up collapsing onto a couch in the corner of the room and abandoning you on your quest.
Already dumbfounded with your new friend, you shrugged before getting two cups of the first thing you could grab. Some perfectly cheap vodka.
Before going back to Mark with your drinks, you found Jay conversing with his friend Heeseung.
The two noticed you fairly quickly as you leaned into Jay, nudging him.
“Where’s my bag?”
“You look good tonight, Y/N.”
Heeseung seemed to always throw out compliments at these parties so you weren’t shaken by it. Pointing at him with the drink in your hand, you replied.
“You look the same as always! Which is really hot, obviously.” He laughed, taking a sip of his own drink.
Jay rolled his eyes, turning to you with the same fond smile he always had. Considering he was your best friend, it just seemed to be his permanent expression now.
“What’d you need?” His voice was low, almost in a whisper.
You, on the other hand, were very loud.
“My bag!”
“Oh. I gave it to Yunho to hold.”
Letting out a dramatic blow of defeat, you nodded. “Okay, thanks!”
Leaving the two to their conversation and praying your new friend didn’t pass out on the couch he occupied, your eyes scanned the crowd to find your other friends.
Unsurprisingly, the two were up by the bar where you had been moments before.
Glancing back over to Mark, you see that he’s already talking it up with some other guys that he seems pretty close with. At least he had something to keep him from remembering you existed.
Going over, you hand him the drink and snap a picture of him. His eyes were half-lidded and he seemed to be barely processing what was happening around him so he didn’t seem to care much when you walked away. Satisfied, you sent a picture of him to Beomgyu.
Shutting off your phone, you didn't bother to check for a text back. Dragging your feet through, you practically throw yourself onto the counter next to your friends as you slammed down your own drink.
Or rather you tripped over your new shoes a bit and spilled it but if anyone asked, you were just irritated.
“Y/N!” Turning to you, Mingi threw his arms up excitedly.
Once again, he was constricting you with his arms. Patting his back awkwardly, you laughed. “Mingi!”
“What’s up?” He asked, pulling away to wipe any alcohol off of his mouth that had slipped out.
“Bag?” Yunho asked and you nodded.
“Bag!”
Yunho tossed your bag to you, barely catching it as you opened it and sifted through to find your smoking stuff.
“I don’t know why you didn’t just come get it yourself before.”
When you realized you had everything but one thing, your hand stilled.
“Where are my blazy susans?” Yunho just looked at you from behind his glass, an eyebrow raised.
“Didn’t you send Yeonjun over?” Mingi asked, leaning onto the counter.
“Why the FUCK would I send Yeonjun over?”
Yunho shrugged, “aren’t you two friends or something?”
That was certainly a statement. You didn’t really put any thought into what you were. But, more importantly if you and Yeonjun were friends then what the hell were you and HIS friend? Enemies?
You shook your head and brushed away the thoughts as you focused on the situation in front of you.
“Yeonjun went in my bag??”
The two were still seemingly clueless as they nodded.
“That fucking Yeonjun stole my Susan from me!”
Almost as if on cue, a voice called out from behind you.
“Who’s this caucasian chick and what did she do to Yeonjun?”
Turning, you’re face to face with Beomgyu for the first time. Irritatingly enough to make the situation worse, he looked even better in person.
You wanted to launch a federal investigation into how and why this is even possible but first, you’ve decided to hunt down the man who stole your rolling papers.
“He.. stole from me! He’s a thief!”
Beomgyu gave you a look of amusement and you glared at him, raising your hand with a frustrated sigh.
“Don’t. I know what I just walked into… but don’t.”
He raised his hands defensively, “I wasn’t gonna say anything..”
Yunho rolled his eyes, leaning toward the two of you so that you could hear him better. “If it helps any, he went somewhere upstairs.”
“It doesn’t.” Seemingly fed up with your little problem, Yunho waves a hand at you dismissively.
“Fuck you, yes it does. It narrows it down!”
Groaning, you were about to ask Beomgyu to call his thieving friend before your phones vibrated in your pockets. Curiously, you unlocked it and glanced down to see what it was.
That mysterious groupchat text led you here: with Beomgyu and Yeonjun, hunched over the toilet as he threw up. Rather violently.
Apparently Beomgyu’s friend Kai had added you in hopes that you would know where Yeonjun was after he was asking everyone where you were. Or more specifically, where your bag was.
“Um… what’d he take?” Beomgyu slowly looked over at you and blinked as if you knew the answer.
“Besides my rolling papers?”
Maybe it was the day or having to deal with his jealousy in person but you glared at him, placing your drink down on the sink.
“What are you looking at me for?? I don’t sell anything but the natural stuff anymore. I only have weed in here tonight so whatever he got wasn’t stolen from me.”
He watched as you rummaged in the cabinet underneath the sink. “Oh.”
Beomgyu wasn’t doing much, giving Yeonjun pats of support on his back with an uncomfortable expression.
Unraveling the paper towels you’d found under the sink, you gently wet one before kneeling down next to Yeonjun and wiping away what was on his face.
“I’m wiping up your vomit after you stole my rolling papers.” You emphasized, a defeated tone in your voice.
Yeonjun’s dazed eyes made you feel the slightest bit bad for reprimanding him. Just barely.
“You said to come to you… if I needed anything.” The older boy sniffled.
“Um… yeah, for money?” The sarcasm coming off of you made Beomgyu laugh as he nudged Yeonjun’s slumped form.
“Well, you could have just bought pre-rolls from me…”
You shot him a glare as you brushed some hair out of Yeonjun’s face. Albeit, you were a bit hesitant as you instinctively leaned away from the smell.
“Maybe then you wouldn’t be about to die.”
The joke seemed to catch you off guard as you quickly reached around Yeonjun, slapping Beomgyu’s arm.
“He’s greening out, not like… dying..?”
“Yeah I’m not an idiot–” Yeonjun’s defense was cut off by another sea of nausea.
Beomgyu shrugged, deciding to make himself comfortable on the marble floor, leaning back against the tub.
“Man, I don’t know. Only time I ever greened out I just ate a bunch of cereal, got sick and passed out during League.”
The newfound information that his game of choice was League of Legends made you put your head in your hands, balance wavering.
“That’s the most loser-ish story I’ve ever heard…”
Unfortunately, he was still extremely attractive.
“So you guys are like stoner stoners, huh?”
Yeonjun simply groaned in response and Beomgyu gave you a confused look.
“You’re not?”
Humming, you replaced Beomgyu in rubbing Yeonjun’s back. With how his eyes fluttered closed, you were a bit worried he’d fall asleep in this position.
“I prefer other methods but I guess I am? I’m just not always high.”
Beomgyu arched an eyebrow at the insinuation. “I’m not either?”
Thinking back to how almost all of his tweets are related to weed, excluding his live tweeted reactions to random shows, you simply afforded him a nod.
“Right.”
Beomgyu let out a huff of annoyance similar to that of a child. “I go to classes, I have hobbies.”
“A job?” He hesitated for a moment.
“Well..” as his voice trailed off, you laughed before a voice echoing cut you off.
“Who cares! Y/N, you play Overwatch! Biblically and socially that’s just as bad as—” before Yeonjun could finish, you’re pushing his head further into the toilet as he tried to free himself.
“Overwatch?” The smirk Beomgyu gave you made you want to kick him in the worst possible place.
“I’ve matured and moved onto other games, actually. Yeonjun should fact check that information.”
“Right, cool. What was your rank though?”
You covered your face with your hands once again, “oh my god… you play ranked matches…”
As interesting as the conversation the two of you were having was, you pointed at Yeonjun from behind his back to change the subject.
“Regardless of what games you play, your friends kinda… uh…”
Yeonjun whined, dragging his body back to look at you with pleading eyes.
“His friend? Y/N, are we not friends???”
Your eyes widened for a moment as you gave him an empty smile, hesitating. In all honesty, you had no idea how to respond.
“Um… haha… well…!”
Beomgyu laughed at you this time as you were basically backed into a corner. “Wow. Sounds like she’s not your friend, Yeonjun.”
Yeonjun cried out your name before burying his face into his arms. It sounded like a mix of giggles and sobs so you genuinely couldn’t tell how he was feeling.
“Um… we’re friends! We’re friends! Just… stop crying…” grabbing his face, you turned him toward you to be faced with exactly that. He was crying.
You wiped away his tears with a concerned look. Your friends had greened out tons of times so this wasn’t necessarily your first time dealing with over-emotional highs but Yeonjun and you weren’t particularly close yet.
A wide smile grew on his face before it was quickly washed away with a grimace and he disappeared back into the toilet, gagging again.
The door suddenly opened, Soobin standing there with a dumbfounded face as he sipped from the can in his hands.
“Is Yeonjun dead?” His flat tone had you wondering how often this happened.
“Ah, stop saying shit like that about me!!” Yeonjun yelled out, annoyed. He seemed to stop crying already.
The smile on Soobin’s face fell back into his usual pout, “oh. He’s alive.”
“Soobin do you know if Yeonjun, uh… took anything?” Beomgyu gave him a careless smile and Soobin shrugged.
Your eyes were only focused on Beomgyu, leaning back with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. That part of you that wanted to kick him now wanted to kiss him— and then kick him again.
“I saw him talking to some blonde chick and she gave him a pill or something, I think.”
Beomgyu’s smirk fell into an almost devastated face. The dramatic shift made you smile as you held back a laugh. “Oh… he’s gonna die.”
“He’s not gonna die! What color was it?”
Beomgyu shrugged and you rolled your eyes, turning to Soobin. “Hey Soobin, what color was it?”
“Um.. pur… pink?” Although the hesitation had you on guard, the answer he settled on confirmed your suspicions and you hummed in response, moving so that you were sitting on your knees.
“Okay then it was probably Xanax. That girls been offering it to anybody who passes by, she stole it from her mom.”
“And… Tito’s…” Yeonjun muttered.
“Jesus Christ, Yeonjun were you trying to speedrun death?” Beomgyu muttered.
Soobin snickered. “Her mom? How old is this girl?”
“Oh, she’s fully grown. She just still lives with her parents, I guess.”
Shaking his head, Beomgyu balanced his arms on his knees as he leaned back. Soobin gave him a strange look as he leaned against the door frame, slightly leaning down due to the height. It didn’t seem like a very comfortable position.
“Moving on though, those ones are like… tiny. So he won’t pass out or die, right?”
You shook your head. “He won’t die.”
“Will he pass out…?”
The silence coming from you had Beomgyu’s eyes widening as he leaned forward, grabbing your shoulder.
“Y/N! Will he pass out?”
Giving him a nervous smile, you looked over to Yeonjun who was now seemingly unresponsive. “Well…”
Soobin seemed to catch on. “I’ll uh… go get Taehyun and Kai!”
Eventually, Soobin came back with who you assumed to be their other two friends. Apparently, Soobin and Taehyun usually took care of Yeonjun in this state but Soobin had been drinking.
Taehyun and Kai continued to take care of a horribly cross-faded Yeonjun as you and Beomgyu exited the bathroom with a relieved Soobin.
“Thank God Yeonjun’s okay, I thought I was gonna have to bomb JYP.” Beomgyu laughed at Soobin’s comment as you just stared at him confused. His friends had a strange sense of humor. Not that you wouldn’t be opposed to that happening.
“Um… well, I’m gonna go drink some more. Have fun you two, but not t—” Beomgyu cut him off.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up now.” This caused you to crack a smile as you looked away, covering your mouth slightly to hide it.
Soobin frowned. “Rude.”
As Soobin left, the two of you stood outside the bathroom. Even though there wasn’t anything keeping the two of you together anymore, you both lingered for some odd reason.
Beomgyu kicked at the ground for a moment before looking up at you. “Why do you only sell the natural stuff anyway?”
The answer was pretty obvious to you, considering self-preservation and… well, the law.
“I’m not gonna lecture you about the effects of pharmaceutical drug abuse on your brain and body but it’s just easier access with that stuff? Plus I think it’s the most fun, anyway.”
Beomgyu nodded, seemingly in understanding.
“Well, not that I didn’t try at first. I needed money but I couldn’t sell a SINGLE addy in this school without one of the Profs trying to get some from me. It felt like I was in catholic school again.”
Beomgyu stifled a laugh now, “Adderall? No shit, they hand that stuff out to kids like candy on Halloween.”
Students coming past the two of you, shoving to try and get to the now unoccupied bathroom made the both of you move out of their way.
Before you’d even realized it, you made your own way through the house and back downstairs to get another drink and find a secluded corner. For some reason, maybe his own amusement, Beomgyu followed you.
“You went to catholic school then?”
“Don’t remind me.” He gave you a weird look.
“You brought it up.”
Holding your bag tight, you sunk into the couch as you studied him. His hair was shorter than the pictures you’d seen on his socials so he must not have uploaded anything recently, or it was new.
He looked good either way, though. What was annoying about it was that he seemed to know that.
Now that the drama of the night was seemingly over and you were free to laze around, you decided to have your fun.
“You know you’re less cute off of Twitter.” Your voice had a teasing tone to it and he smirked again.
“I didn’t know you thought I was cute.” That comment threw you off completely once again and you simply stared at him with a blank expression.
You wondered if he was genuinely clueless or if it was some act he was trying to put on.
“How? I’ve made it painfully obvious that I thought you were pretty.” Your bluntness seemed to throw him off a bit as his facial features softened.
“Painfully..?” He repeated something else that had caught him off guard but you couldn’t hear it over the loud chatter nearby.
“Um.. yeah. I called you hot on text?”
The faint pink in his cheeks was hard to see with the tan of his skin but once it went away, the difference was noticeable.
“Oh yeah, right after you told me to kill myself.”
Nodding, you raised a cup on the table in front of you. “I’ll drink to that!”
Beomgyu smiled. He seemed much more relaxed offline than online but you suppose that could be because you aren’t publicly slandering him.
“Then why are you trying to steal my clients?”
Shaking your head, you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“I’m not stealing anything. Or I wasn’t before. Now I totally am.” Dragging your nails along the cups in front of you, you make it a game in your mind to entertain yourself.
“Well why now?” His voice seemed the slightest bit annoyed but his eyes just stayed on you.
You didn’t really seem real, almost too pretty to conceptualize— but he chalked that up to the fact that the two of you had initially met online.
“So I had an excuse to talk to you. And because it’s funny.”
Beomgyu shifted on the couch, leaning closer into you as if to hide away from the rest of the people in the room. The moment felt a bit too intimate— it felt too much just yours.
“You wanna talk? Let’s talk.”
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!
CHAPTER EIGHT: dumbass cupid.
Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.
CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor
SUNDAY , 1:27 PM [FEED]
(Beomgyu’s POV)
FEED.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ calicos & cinnamon.
"“Don't you want them to find their forever homes?” “I want YOU to find the door.”
When you're tasked with helping find homes for the kittens at MOACafé, you find yourself developing a small crush on one of the workers. Unfortunately for you he seems much more attached to the kittens you're trying to tear away from him...
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[🐈⬛] kang taehyun / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written + smau , one sided enemies to lovers
warnings : cursing
playlist.
Orders.
001. welcome to MOACafé!
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Beauty Rental Shop.
“You make me some awesome clothes and I fix your face!” “Excuse me?” “That came out wrong..”
A known master of disguise, it's no surprise that opportunities are always knocking on your door. Unfortunately, only annoyance ensues when 'opportunity' shows up in the form of Choi Yeonjun proposing the two of you become business partners.
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[🪞] model! choi yeonjun / fashion student! afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written + smau , uni au , yeonjun is a whipped idiot
playlist.
Makeovers.
001. the idiot fashion prodigy.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Quiet, PLEASE!
“Can you please stop drawing boobs in the Colleen Hoover books? It's getting really embarrassing having to order more copies.” “Only if you make me.” “Yeah, nope. Carry on.”
Your least favorite part of working in the school's library is the gaggle of skaters who seem to come in every so often just to wreck the place. Especially when one seems particularly interested in you and is determined to make sure you know it.
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[🛹] skater! huening kai / library assistant! afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written , uni au
warnings. : cursing , dumb humor , kai and reader are both helpless
playlist.
Checked Out.
001. hottest annoyance award.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 8-BIT STAR.
“Can I get some more tickets?” “Can I get your number?”“What?” “What?”
One of your biggest accomplishments has been completely dominating all the leaderboards at your local arcade- until a new player suddenly wiped you from all of them. You're determined to find out who this mystery player is and your co-worker Soobin is more than happy to help you! Or at least, point you in the right direction.
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[🕹️] gamer!choi beomgyu / gamer! afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written
warnings : cursing
playlist.
Leaderboard.
001. WE’RE CLOSED.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ LOVE WAR!!
“We missed you!” “So the two of you decided to... break into my house?”
Being voted into your school’s contest, you’re partnered with class troublemaker Choi Beomgyu and your old childhood friend Choi Soobin. Making sure that the three of you can represent your class well enough is already difficult without the two flirting with you at every turn!
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[🌸] choi beomgyu + choi soobin / afab!reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , humor
warnings : cursing
playlist.
+ tracklist.
001. class rep’s picks.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Lovers' Roulette.
[🍷] private eye! soobin & afab! criminal! reader [WIP]
genre. suspense , mystery , enemies to lovers , angst , (eventual) fluff , comedy
warnings : use / consumption of cigarettes & alcohol, cursing, suggestive content, death
TEASER.
+ tracklist.
001. Negative Zero Lounge.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ the best of the best.
A written series based off of various Pokémon trainer’s adventures in love, composed for MOA. [WIP]
genre key fluff (f) . angst (a) . humor (h) . comfort (c) .
Dark Room [Artist!Choi Soobin x Photographer!Reader]
Poison type (♡) Psychic type
genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .
The heart of the bustling art scene was hard to stay afloat in, especially in a world as colorful as yours. Soobin finds himself entangled in a complex web of emotions when it comes to his world and more specifically: you. Exhausted of his state of denial, his Pokémon decide to pull together a plan to bring the two of you closer and get him to acknowledge your artistry as well as his true feelings.
You Know Me [Musician!Choi Yeonjun x Nurse!Reader]
Fairy type (♡) Normal type
genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .
Yeonjun finds himself facing an unexpected twist of fate when a performance mishap lands him and his trusty Pokémon at the nearby center. Despite usual protocols him and his Pokémon are dragged to your personal office as you tend to their wounds. Annoyingly to you, he was well aware that you’d never deny them of your services.
Beautiful Collisions [Trainer!Choi Beomgyu x Resort Worker!Reader]
Water type (♡) Electric type
genre fluff (f) . humor (h) .
At Sinnoh’s picturesque summer resort, Beomgyu finds himself more focused on you rather than enjoying him and his Pokémon’s vacation. Despite being polar opposites, Beomgyu finds himself determined to capture your heart. However, each well-intentioned gesture seems to backfire, leaving you completely exasperated.
The Redwood Tree [Rival!Kang Taehyun x Trainer!Reader]
Ice type (♡) Ghost type
genre fluff (f) . comfort (c) .
Becoming a ghost-type trainer seemed to be the obvious solution to your deepest rooted fear of the dark. Despite becoming a masterful trainer, you still find yourself paralyzed by fear when faced with the dark. Putting aside your long term rivalry, Taehyun extends a helping hand to guide you through the treacherous depths of an infamous haunted forest.
Possibility of Love [Stranger!Huening Kai x Trainer!Reader]
Fairy type (♡) Bug type
genre fluff (f) . comfort (c) .
After suffering a humbling defeat in a remote forest, you find yourself lost with your trusty sidekick completely drained. To your surprise, the two of you are soon discovered by a compassionate Sylveon who leads you back to its’ trainer. This creature’s kind gesture leads to a new beginning for you and mysterious trainer Kai.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Eternal Sunshine.
“I think the stars took their time to lead me to you again.” “If you think the stars are what tore us apart in the first place, you're wrong.”
When combing through hidden away mementos, you find an old mix tape made by your old friend. Foolishly taken over by the nostalgia, you reach out in an attempt to reconnect with him and find what you’d lost.
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[🌌] choi taeyang / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. angst , eventual fluff , comedy , written + smau , friends to strangers / strangers to lovers , mental health discussed
warnings : cursing
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Tracks.
001. Self-isolation.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ True Romance.
“Did I strike a cord with you?” “Ew. More like struct a nerve…”
When you’re asked to promote a club, it seems to be just another business opportunity and easy money. Somehow, you end up being swept into the world of the performing band when their lead vocalist takes a liking to you.
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[⭐️] yoon keeho / afab! reader [WIP]
genre fluff , comedy , written
warnings : cursing , consumption of alcohol
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Singles.
001. Easy bank.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ cool with you.
“You should try Volleyball, it's good for unleashing our negative emotions!” “Or I could unleash this arrow into your head?” “Well, that's not productive…”
An incident with your usual practice building leads to you having to share a space with the schools’ most infamous annoyances: the volleyball team. Although an unexpected kindness seems to bring you closer to a certain member, so maybe they aren’t so bad after all.
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[🏹] choi jiung / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Scoreboard.
001. Small inconvenience.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ In Bloom.
“This time, why don't you try something different?” “Like... a Sunflower?” “Like just being yourself.”
Working in a flower shop is fairly uneventful— that is until a boy comes in seemingly every week buying flowers for a new date. With each failed attempt, you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.
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[🪻] hwang intak / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Reserves.
001. A Bouquet for you.
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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 36 flavors!
“It's summer and I'm stuck in an ice box with a guy who won't even look at me.” “I look at you a LOT so one of us gotta be lying.”
Taking up a summer job on the boardwalk at an ice cream shop, you’re most excited about the multitude of flavors to try. Oh— and your cute co-worker who you seem to fall for more and more every shift.
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[🧊] kim jongseob / afab! reader [WIP]
genre. fluff , comedy , written , friends to lovers
warnings : cursing
playlist.
TEASER.
+ Flavors.
001. strawberry with… gummy bears?
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CHAPTER NINE: true (twitter) romance.
Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.
CONTENTS: fluff , comedy , smau , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor
SUNDAY , 3:32 PM [FEED]
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rainy days. ⭒ drabble
There was always something sentimental about the rainy spring days you spent with and without Jake.
Somewhere on a sidewalk, he would hand it to you as your hands brushed.
An umbrella, your grip around it tightening as the rain beats down on his tanned skin. For some reason that you couldn’t quite place, he smiled.
The world would collapse around you as he fell into you for the first time, nose red and suddenly shaking in the cold.
You had a new found love for the rain after that and you found any excuse to dance in it, wondering if he’d rush to provide shelter for you once again.
Each and every time without fail, he’d meet you with that endearing smile and eyes that seemed to hold the world.
“What are you, crazy?!” He’d ask.
You’d simply shake the rain off at him as his arms wrap around you. Wet and stuck together, inevitably.
Somewhere on a bathroom floor lying among the ruins of your love, you’re trying to pick yourself up again.
And little do you know, somewhere in an old abandoned ship on a distant star— they've just heard your cry for the first time. Shaking and broken, something like your own heart.
If sound can go on forever: then why can't your love?
It was strange how you began to miss paw prints tracking mud inside as much as you missed the sun.
You fell asleep once more to the rain and the sun came to you in a dream— beaming down on you, sweeter than anything.
Maybe there was a chance that you’d meet in the next life, your brain had tried to convince you with a voice that you once knew.
One day he would woke up and with every breath, he’d thought of you.
When he said nothing went wrong with you both; you had just let go. But for him— you were eternal.
If you were to choose a season, you would go back to that Spring.
No matter how intimately you were sure that you had known him, you couldn’t quite figure out what he would choose. It wasn’t as if you could ask him anymore, maybe that was what left any answers up in the air.
If you were to ask him what he would choose: the golden dunes of summer, wild and free or the quiet breath of winter-trees bare and stark.
Would it be spring's flowers and her honeybees?
Maybe he would choose the same April showers you had cherished so deeply.
There was good in every season— how you swam in the ocean or walked in the park. How he would race you to catch the sunset before it grew dark in the fall.
What pages of the calendar would he mark? Would he choose the same?
By the time your eyes fluttered open, it was already daylight. Outside your window, it had been raining forever and then the sun came quietly back.
Arms wrapped around your waist where they belonged, head buried into your neck.
“You’re awake, already?” His voice was coarse and scratchy from having just woke up, but you could feel his smile against your skin.
With the sun having returned home and your heart full of light, you knew that you would still choose Spring: the season that he came back to you.
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other universes? ⭒ drabble
An afternoon train ride with Sunghoon brings up some interesting conversation topics as you think over the inevitability of your relationship.
“Do you think we know each other in every universe?” Glancing over at him from the book you had been flipping through, your eyebrows furrow together.
“You think there’s other universes? You don’t even care for ghosts, I never thought you’d believe something like that..” A hint of amusement was present over such a question.
“It’s just a question, why can’t you answer it? You’re deflecting!” Shaking your head, you brought a finger to your chin as if to show you were deep in pondering.
There wasn’t anything to really think about, you were sure you’d find each other in any lifetime but it was much more entertaining to tease him for such a strange question.
“Mm… maybe we’re aliens traveling on a ship together and exploring the stars or something?” Seemingly satisfied with the answer, he brought his coffee up to his smile to balance it between his lips before replying.
If you were to believe that in every so called universe, it’s your destiny to create beauty in this world then it was inevitable that you would find him in every one. To you, knowing him was the most beautiful thing you had done. The thought of saying something so cheesy made you sick.
“Or maybe we’re vampires cannibalizing our lovers.”
This time your eyes are open wide, brows lifted almost to your hairline. Though you didn’t know what to expect from him, that certainly missed the imaginary mark. Although, you’d just blame yourself for not assuming he’d say something so strange.
“Huh? Mines way more sweet, you’re so weird..” he just happily sipped his coffee, glancing out the window causing you to stifle a laugh.
He chuckled along with you and eventually, you were full blown laughing before your face contorted into something more of discomfort, a yawn escaping you.
The smile never left, him tilted his head slightly.
“Tired?” Nodding, you moved your books to the inside of your bag to free up your lap.
“It’s no big deal.” The eye bags under your eye gave away that wasn’t the whole truth, however and he rolled his eyes.
“Lying on stand is a crime.” The glare you shot him was worthy of being noted by judge, jury and his possible executioner but as you scrambled your mind for an excuse, all you could do was bite back another yawn.
“You’re ridiculous.” Before you could attempt to argue back once more, his own books were tossed to the side and he gently pulled you into him, head resting on his shoulder.
“You still take care of me though.” You rebuttal, finally finding a somewhat good argument.
It’s not like you could see but his brows lifted into defined curves and his cheeks flushed the slightest bit. It would be embarrassing if you were to see but in the end, he’d blame the sunlight attacking him through the windows.
It was regrettable that he was out of your line of sight now, knowing how his lashes flutter against the full of his cheeks as he now struggles to find his words for once.
“We take care of each other.” Is all he said. Maybe that was enough of a reason for you to quit teasing him, or maybe your tongue was dancing against the back of your teeth, lips parted as you try to find something to say to seal the moment.
And in some moments he had been so sweet, almost treating you with what felt like love. Sunghoon, who shapes your life with love and purpose, touching your heart ever so briefly with his weary hands and leaving it feeling a little more cherished than it was.
Eventually, you come back empty. Closing your eyes with a sigh, the heat of the sun warming you up.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” The tone was too sweet, so low as if it were only for your ears.
The heat taking over your face surely didn’t help, especially in the already beating sunlight where you couldn’t hide.
“It’s the middle of the day.” He chuckled again, shrugging against you gently.
“Whatever, it’s good if it’s with you.” Face contorting into something of a look of embarrassment, you refused to open your eyes.
“Sure, whatever you say… good day then, Sunghoon.” The strange accent you attempted to make caused him to cringe, looking out the window with full-blown eyes as if to pretend you were some stranger who had fallen asleep on him.
The love and admiration the two of you had could live in peace with your everyday life and for that, you were grateful.
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