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happy birthday to the king himself 👑

[1:34 a.m.] “come back to me” by se7en comes on as you finish the last sentences of your paper. you stop typing for a second and smile as you think about yohan. this was your song, he would tell you. he said that this song was special to him, because it’s brought him nothing but good luck. “it was the song playing in the background when I first met you, and i’ve gotten nothing far from lucky with you in my life, so i’m going to perform this for the rank test, too.” he said to you before giving you one last hug and heading to the produce dorms. you couldn’t help but shoot him a quick text. “hey, I miss you. you’ll do great, and remember that i’m always supporting you.” you send the message and resume looking over your paper.

Could you do Junho and 7?

thank you for requesting this! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it!

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[10:30 a.m.] this is it, you think. today’s the day you get your final report card handed to you. you could feel the nervousness growing as the other students, one by one, enter the classroom. you see your friends, heejin and moyeon, walk in. they sit in front of you in their seats and turn around. “don’t worry, y/n. as usual, you’ll pass with all A’s again.” heejin tells you. “yeah like you have for the last year now.” moyeon adds in. you lightly scoff, “don’t jinx it, guys. anything’s possible. I feel more nervous now than I have ever been.” moyeon pats your hand in an attempt to comfort you. “relax, y/n. you’re going to do fine. anyways, you girls have any plans after school today? we could go get some celebratory boba!” you tilt your head, asking, “what are we celebrating?” heejin and moyeon simultaneously exclaim, “the last day of junior year!” which caused a few of the people in the classroom to weirdly glance at you three. you just laughed, and the girls joined in. then, in through the door walks your crush, cha junho. he’s laughing with his friends dongpyo and hyungjun. “stop giving him heart eyes, y/n!” heejin squeaks, and as a response, you shove her arm, the back of your neck heating up. dongpyo coincidentally happens to be your desk partner, so when you see him heading over, you shush the girls. he takes a seat and smiles at you three. “so, are we ready for report cards?” you shook your head no, to which dongpyo said, “you’ll do fine, ms. star student.” heejin whined, “ugh, my mom said if my grades drop, I won’t be allowed to go to the bangtan concert.” heejin whined, before putting her head down dramatically. moyeon leaned over and whispered just loud enough for you guys to hear, “ if you don’t go, can I have the ticket?” heejin’s head shot up at this and she yelped, “yah!” which caused a few heads to turn your way. you laughed at the scene unfolding in front of you, shaking your head at your friends’ childish behavior.

you shift your gaze slightly to see junho staring at you. quickly, you snapped your eyes back to your friends, a light blush dusting your cheeks. at that moment, your teacher walks in with a small stack of papers in his hand. the entire class gradually quiets down as he sets down his things. “ all right, all right, settle down.” the teacher lifts up a paper. “I have your final report cards, I will distribute these and once I finish, you are free to go. I hope you all enjoy your summer, and I will see you next year.” this causes applause to roar among the students and then your teacher clears his throats before starting. “cha junho, y/l/n y/n, kim heejin. please come up here and get your report cards.” you and heejin stand and so does junho. once you guys get your report cards you sit down. you are anxious, but your curiosity gets the best of you as you begin to examine the sheet of paper. you were shocked; you were expecting all a’s and are bombarded with not a single a, but mainly c’s and some b’s here and there. you must look terrified because dongpyo starts rubbing up and down your shoulder and tears drop onto the report card. heejin does a small dance in her chair; you could only assume that that means she’s going to her concert. you put your head down until the last name is called. what had happened? why did your grades look like this? did you underestimate your junior year? things weren’t adding up and you still cried. then you heard dongpyo being called up, then moyeon and then one by one, people started leaving. your head was still on the desk, supported by your arms. moyeon and heejin tried getting you up but you were stubborn. just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you knew it wasn’t heejin or moyeon, but your hunch was confirmed when you heard, “y/n, I think they made a mistake.” you recognize junho’s voice and you moved your head out from your arms.

with a tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes you look up and see junho handing you a report card. you take it and read it: all a’s and you look at the top. it has your name on it. hurriedly, you look back at the one you originally received and sure enough, the name on that one was ‘cha junho’. “I-I’m so sorry, here,” you hand junho his report card back, which has some of your tears on it. he smiles at this and then says, “are my grades that terrible, that they made you cry?” you blush at his comment and shake your head, avoiding his teasing gaze. “well, now that we have these things sorted out, we’ll meet you by your locker, y/n.” the girls wave towards you with heejin wiggling her brows. dongpyo then says, “uh, yeah, I’ve gotta, umm, meet seungwoo hyung! yes! I’ll do that! see ya!” leaving you two in the classroom. you get up to collect your things and put them into your bag, and junho suggests, “you know, I was thinking. why don’t you tutor me over the summer? I mean you are an all A student, and I could use the extra help, for the sake of my GPA.” you widen your eyes at this. junho laughs and heads to the door. right before leaving, he turns towards you and says, “if you want to do it, I left you my number on your report card. let me know soon,” and winks before he leaves you in the room. your summer was going to be busy indeed.

18 with Seungyoun? (x1)

here you go!! I hope you enjoy it~~ (also slightly steamy in the end)

18. “that’s hot.”

[5:39 p.m.] “and so long story short, eunsang and dongpyo are finally out of the basement they somehow managed to lock themselves in.” seungyoun’s voice rings through your speakerphone. you giggle at the antics of your younger friends. “oh, by the way. seungyoun, are you free tomorrow night? wheein told me about a couple’s salsa class, at the dance studio near your dorm. she’s going with her boyfriend. and she invited us. what do you say?” seungyoun hums in thought before giddily replying, “sounds fun! I’ll pick you up?” “yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow then. love you!” “love you too, babe! bye!” and seungyoun ends the call. you don’t know how to explain the emotions going through you right now: you’re happy because you get to spend time with your boyfriend, especially since his debut is around the corner. you’re also nervous because you have a secret, which is that you dance (really well), but you don’t dance in front of others. call it an insecurity of yours or maybe it’s just your introverted self, but only about three or four other people have seen you dance before. this is the first time you’ll dance in front of seungyoun or even anyone you’ve ever dated. so for you, this is a huge step to be taking, and all you can hope for is that you don’t embarrass yourself or seungyoun tomorrow. 

24 hours later, here you are, walking to the dance studio with seungyoun, hands interlocked. “I’ve never seen you dance before, this is going to be fun.” you nervously avert your gaze from seungyoun’s face and onto the concrete, shifting between your shoes and his. “what’s wrong?” seungyoun asks, with concern laced in his voice. “do you not want to do this?” you look into his eyes for a split second and sigh. “it’s not that I don’t want to do this, it’s just that, I’m shy to dance in front of you,” you mumbled the last part, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but he did because he started laughing loudly. “babe! you’re too cute, do you know that? hey, don’t be nervous, I’m looking forward to seeing how well you move to the beat of the music,” he boops your nose, and before you know it you are standing in front of the dance studio. before going in, seungyoun takes both your hands and looks you in the eye. “listen, y/n, if you’re uncomfortable, in any way, then we don’t have to go. we can just ditch this and go bowling or something.” you shook your head, and replied confidently, “I’m sure I want to do this, I have to overcome this ‘fear’ of dancing in front of other people. I’m fine, thank you for your concern though, babe. let’s go, we’ll be late.” you drag him in behind you, entering the dance studio. you scope the area for wheein and her boyfriend. it’s not hard because she spots you first, and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over. you and seungyoun make your way towards them.

you exchange small talk with them until you hear a loud, “good evening!” radiating across the room. the salsa instructor smiles wide through her painted red lips. she’s wearing a black dress with red, high heeled shoes. her partner joins her a few moments later; his hair is slicked back and he’s adorned in a black and red frilly shirt and black slacks. “welcome my beautiful little lovebirds! I’m carmela, and joined with me today is my husband, fernando. are we ready to salsa tonight?” scattered cheers and claps are heard, which causes carmela to shake her head. “I need more energy than that. again, are we ready to dance?” this time, everyone collectively raises their voices of approval, including you four. “then let’s begin!” fernando exclaims and then they started teaching you all basics. you slowly began feeling yourself, getting the hang of every sway and roll you needed to do, as well as the intense footwork. no less than an hour later, you and seungyoun, along with the other couples, begin following fernando and carmela. there comes a part where seungyoun places his hands on your hips and you’re supposed to sway them. well, when you do, seungyoun slightly yanks you towards him, pressing his body against yours, and he lowly whispers in your ear, “that’s hot.” you’re thankful that your cheeks are red because you’re dancing and are exhausted, because it concealed any sort of blushing caused by seungyoun’s comment. you keep following the dance instructor, taking into note the tightening of seungyoun’s grip on your hips and the increasing intensity of his dancing. “alright excellent job, everyone. let’s take a water break!” fernando calls out and everyone retreats to their respective corners of the room. seungyoun drags you to an isolated corner and traps you against the wall, with both hands on either side of your head. “why don’t we ditch the class?” he heavily breathes out. “why? we’re having fun, right?” you innocently question, to which he chuckles before leaning in and saying against your lips, “I like the way your body moves, and I wanna see more of it... in private.” needless to say, you decided to leave the class early and when you tell wheein on your way out, she sends you a text saying “girl go get some” (spoiler alert: you did ;) )

For the mystery drabble game-Seungwoo and 7?

here it is, thank you for requesting this! I hope you really like it!! this is slightly shorter than some of the other stuff I’ve written, but I hope you enjoyed the read regardless

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[2:27 p.m.] you are a very particular person; you like your toast crunchy, you set three alarms in the morning otherwise you won’t wake up on time, and you plan what you’ll be making for dinner monday through friday on the weekend. that’s just how you were, and it’s never bothered you or anyone around you. in fact, because of your precise personality, many of your friends and family have praised you for being so detail-oriented. but that’s a different story for a different time. one thing that tagged along with your particularity was that when you would do any sort of online shopping, once made available, you would track your package. you’ve always done it and it never seems to fail you. you are always guaranteed to receive your package when the mail service says so, and to this day, they’ve never disappointed you. but, maybe sometimes unexpected things happen, seldom to teach particular people like you some sort of lesson. 

you’ve just checked your email and clicked the one regarding your most recent amazon delivery. you ordered a step-by-step calligraphy guidebook and a set of calligraphy pens you’ve been dying to get your hands on. now that both things are here, you can’t wait to embark on your newly-found hobby. you whistle down to your mailbox and unlock the small metal door. sure enough, with some spam mail, a few coupons for the pizza place down the street and some bills, your package lies for you to open. grabbing your mail and shoving it between your arm and shoulder blade, you lock up the mailbox door and head back up to your apartment. you unlocked the door to the cozy space and plop yourself down on the couch. you sort through your mail and put them in appropriate piles, then you open up your package. instant shock runs through your veins as you try to decipher the products you’ve just unboxed. you expected a cute little calligraphy how-to guide and your colorful calligraphy pens, just waiting to be used. instead, you’ve unwrapped the manila-colored packaging to reveal hair gel, a mini buddha statue and a small bottle of propolis. huh, you think, amazon’s messed up before, but never this badly. upon further inspection and out of sheer curiosity, you looked back at the packaging these items came in, and your heart stopped. this package wasn’t yours, it belonged to han seungwoo, one of your neighbors and one of the most attractive human beings you’ve ever laid your eyes on. he’s the quiet, shy boy who you sometimes hear humming to himself in the elevator or the one who’s super friendly to mrs. jung, your older neighbor who you’ve always seen as your grandmother. “shit,” you curse under your breath, “what is he going to think, that someone stole his package? I should go return this stuff to him, as soon as possible.” you check the time, and you hope that he is home now. so you gather the items in your hands and head over to his apartment.

he’s not too far from you; if you go down the hallway and then take a right, he’s somewhere in the middle. just to confirm his address, you brought the ripped up amazon packaging, too, and find his front door. you knock with one hand, trying to balance the items in the other. not even two minutes later, the door opens to reveal a smiling seungwoo, who’s wearing a t-shirt that beautifully flatters the tattoo peeking on his collarbone. “uh, I believe I have some stuff for you,” you tell him before handing him the things. “oh? I didn’t know amazon had your neighbors delivering stuff to you,” he teased, although you could see a growing pink on his cheeks. it was your turn to shy away from as you tell him shamefully, “I may have received it in my mailbox, and I may have also ripped it open in excitement because I was anticipating something else. so... that’s why I’m here. I’m so sorry,” you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture seungwoo notices makes you look angelic. but he pushes those thoughts to the side and clears his throat, before saying, “it’s not a big deal. actually, I’m glad you’re here because I have your package. of course, I didn’t open it or anything,” -you glare at him with your eyes squinted- “but I have it here for you, safe and sound. let me grab it real quick,” and he steps into his apartment. a short few minutes later, he’s back at the door, and your package is in his hand. you grab it from him and subconsciously take note of the light zing you felt as his fingertips grazed your own. “see you around, y/n.” he softly smiles, before closing the door and you’re on your way back. you check the package as you walk back to your apartment, to find your name on it (thank god) and you see, scribbled down on the bottom, “meet me for coffee this weekend? XXX-XXX-XXXX” and just maybe, you wished the mailman would screw up again like this in the future.

i'm afraid i'm gonna regret it but 10 + eunsang please!

here it is! I hope you don’t regret it, lol and I hope you enjoy the read instead!

10. he comes to you for... help on tying his tie.

[6:35 p.m.] you’re frantically running around your apartment because you have a handful of chores left but you also need to start getting ready. a friend of yours, hangyul, is throwing a party to celebrate his 20th birthday and he’s doing it at a really fancy restaurant so, you only deemed it appropriate to dress formally, also. he invited you there by 7:30 which meant you needed to leave by 7, which also meant eunsang, your best friend (who you’ve secretly also been harbouring feelings for) should be at your house by 7. “fuck it, I’ll just do everything else when I get home.” you tell yourself and rush to your bedroom to go get ready. you’re surprised because what usually takes you an hour took you 15 minutes today. you cleaned up well for the time that you had. you had just finished applying your lipstick when your doorbell rang. “must be eunsang,” you say, approaching the door. you open it to reveal eunsang, standing there and you scan his appearance. he’s dressed in a long sleeved red dress shirt, and black slacks. his hair is pushed back, and he looks divine. he gives you a smile and waves, “hi. can I come in?” you scold yourself in your head for staring at him for that long and you open the door wider for him to step in.

“you look beautiful, y/n.” he hugs you, arms securing themselves around your waist as you reciprocate the hug by draping your arms around his shoulders. “thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” this brought out nothing but a smirk on eunsang’s face and a cocky, “when am I not?” this earned him a small smack on his forearm and you went to grab your purse, and hangyul’s present. “are you ready to leave?” you hear eunsang’s voice call. “yeah, let me just grab my shoes.” once you are absolutely sure you have everything, you head towards the door, and slip on your heels. and just as you turned the doorknob, eunsang’s hand grabbed your wrist. “wait, can you help me with this?” you turn and see a tie, neatly folded in his hand. “where did you have it?” he smiles sheepishly and says, “it was in my back pocket? and I didn’t put it on because I don’t know how, so I figured I would ask you for help.” aw, how cute, you thought in your head and asked him to give you the tie. he steps in front of you and you realize your drastic height difference doesn’t help in the situation you’re in. as you try to reach up, you fail because you can’t even get the tie around eunsang’s neck. with the both of you laughing at your struggle, you have him bend down a little.

you try not to notice eunsang’s gaze running over your features, and you begin to tie his tie. and if anyone were to see the image you two were creating, well, it would look like you’ve been dating for some time. as you finished it off, you softly whispered, “there you go, it’s all done.” you look up from the printed fabric into his eyes and find him already looking at you, his eyes boring into your own with a flash of what you assume is warmth (you say that since it’s quite similar to how you generally look at eunsang). the room is filled with your silence for a bit, until the tension is broken when eunsang whispers, “can I kiss you?” you nod a little too soon, and eunsang leans in and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. your eyes flutter shut and you rest your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. he does the same by engulfing you in his arms and pressing you against his chest. the languid sounds of your kisses fill the room, and bounce off the walls until you both separate, breathing hard. eunsang rests his forehead against your own, smiling and you mirror his expression. “you have lipstick on your lips,” you mumble and run your thumb across eunsang’s stained mouth, wiping away the light traces of red that managed to transfer. “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, y/n.” you shift your gaze back to eunsang’s earnest face. “me too.” you mutter loud enough for him to hear, and he beams, “I really like you. a lot. be mine?” you smile wide and envelope him in your arms in an embrace, “I really like you a lot, too. I’ll be yours, eunsang.” and from there, you two headed out to hangyul’s party, hand-in-hand and loving smiles for one another on your faces.

wooseok + 18? 👉🏽👈🏽

hii!! thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! here it is, and I hope you enjoy the read!!

18. that’s hot.

[9:52 a.m.] “come on, wooseok, get out of the car, or we’re gonna be late!” you watch your boyfriend fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he sat in your car on the way to the gym. you are a spinning instructor at your local gym, and wooseok’s never attended one of the classes taught by you. surprisingly enough, though, when you met for the first time, you met at the gym. you had left a spinning class (that you weren’t teaching) and bumped into wooseok, who was going to play racquetball with his buddy (who you later learned was jinhyuk). then, you met up at a coffee shop and things kind of started there. now, you two were in a relationship for quite a few months, and it was while wooseok was on summer vacation with his family, that you applied for a job at the gym, and got accepted. and so for the last two months, you’ve been taking on the tuesday/thursday 10-11 spinning class. most of the people that attended your classes were either mothers who dropped their kids off to daycare, or women who were in their late 40s, and a few men in their 30s and 50s here and there. this was wooseok’s first experience with a spinning class, in general, so when he learned you were working here, he had to come to check it out for himself. wooseok groaned from the car, “ugh fine. after class, you wanna grab smoothies?” you open the door to the gym, and turn to look at him, “let’s go to the class first.” 

you greeted the front desk staff, who knew you by name. “hey, y/n! who’s this?” your best friend at work, seungyoun, asks you. “he’s my boyfriend. wooseok, meet seungyoun, he works here with me.” seungyoun sticks out his hand for wooseok to shake, which he does, but as you guys head to the spinning room wooseok says, “that guy definitely has a crush on you. I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad I’m here with you today.” you click your tongue and tell him, “he’s got a girlfriend. and he’s not my type; you are,” and you wink at him. within a few minutes, your regular attendees shuffle into the room. once it hits 10, you turn on your mic and say, “good morning everyone? are we ready to work our muscles?” you hear a few whoops and wooseok is just smiling at you, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. “alright, everyone now let’s get onto our bikes and start really slow, for our warm-up.” you display the proper technique, focusing on keeping your core tight and moving your legs on the pedals slow enough. after a few minutes, you say, “now we have to pick up the pace.” after a couple rounds of interval training; going slow to fast, then back to slow to fast, and in a blink of a moment, you were finishing off the class and applauding your attendees encouragingly. “thank you, everyone! you all did wonderful today, and I will see you next week.” you get off the bike and go to the edge of the elevated platform you’re on, to grab your towel. 

wooseok approaches you a few moments later, sweaty and panting. “you know,” he breathes out, “this is a lot more engaging than racquetball, but I’ll be so sore after this, I just know it.” you breathily laugh at his remark and wipe off some of his sweat too. “you’re doing great, babe. and you know what, you’ve got great stamina.” wooseok smirks at this, and says, “this is not the only thing I could use my great stamina for,” and you push him slightly, shushing him. “don’t say that here, at least wait for them to leave.” you scan the room and everyone is busy in small talk with each other. wooseok smiles smugly, then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you wipe the sweat that layered over your forehead with that back of your hand, and wooseok leans in by your ear and whispers, “that’s hot,” before nipping at your ear. at this point, everyone’s left the room, and it’s just you, wooseok and a dark room with many mirrors and very few windows. keeping that in mind, you subconsciously lean your head to the side a little to give wooseok more access, and you let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves down your ear, then under your jaw, then begins littering your neck with small pecks and nips. “let’s go home and finish what we started here, baby.” wooseok’s voice vibrated against your neck and you nod obediently, and the both of you compose yourselves before leaving the gym and rushing back home.

(don’t think seungyoun missed the small hickies that started forming on your neck when you came back a few days later, and that you left that day later than you usually do, so when he sees you leaving class, he bluntly asks you, “so, was the sex good?” needless to say, you repeatedly hit seungyoun’s arm and then when you got home, it was wooseok’s turn.) 

7 + kang minhee? :)

hiii thanks for the request! I adore minhee, he’s such a fuzzball lol! I hope you enjoy the read

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[12:23 p.m.] when people asked you what your favorite season was, your answer had always been the same for as long as you can remember: it’s autumn. something about the leaves falling and the smell of cinnamon sugar and pumpkin in the air brought its own weirdly comforting warmth. you loved that the sun would be out and the temperature would be in the high 60s. you loved that you could wear sweaters and cardigans literally all day. you loved that you could come home after a long day and fix yourself a mug of hot cocoa, and your feet could be swaddled in fuzzy socks. you just love autumn, okay? one great thing that came with the season of autumn is the endless cravings you have for pumpkin spice mochas. that’s why you usually found yourself in line at your favorite cafe almost every three or four days, lining up to get one of these beverages in your hands. it’s been your fifth or sixth time here, so when the baristas see you, they wave and ask you about your day. you’ve become friends with them, and it hasn’t even been a month of coming here. you reach the front of the line and see a new face behind the register. he looks a little younger, maybe by two or three years. your eyes go to his name tag, where the name “jinwoo” is neatly visible. “hi, what can I get for you today?” you smile at the contrasting voice coming from him. “hi, can I get a small pumpkin spice mocha, please?” he rings it up and asks for your payment. you give him the exact change and he grins, “it’ll be ready shortly.”

and so you make your way to the other end of the counter and one of your barista friends, joy pops in from the back to say hi. “yeah, we’re needing more help, so we decided to open up our application to college freshmen, too. the kid was so sweet in his interview, that’s what the manager said, too.” you pout at her words. “he’s so tiny, I wanna protect him,” and joy laughs at your words. you hear, “y/n!” and joy passes your drink over to you before saying, “I’ve gotta head back over and help there, I’ll see you later.” you wave goodbye to her and take a seat. the steam is piping out from the opening on the lid, and you take a sip. something tastes…different. it’s not the usual taste of pumpkin you’re getting. it’s a little more… like you just brushed your teeth. take a sip again, and when you figure out what it is, you pucker your lips a little. it’s peppermint: of course, it is, it’s overpowering and minty. you’ve just received a peppermint mocha. you check on the cup at lo and behold, your name is written on the cup. “huh.” you get up and head back towards the counter. joy is just ringing up a customer’s order when she sees you approach the counter, she’s a little concerned. normally, you take your coffee, sit down and finish it before bidding your farewells and leaving the cafe. she comes up to you and you tell her, “I didn’t order this.” joy’s eyebrows shoot up and she asks, “who took your order?” she asks, examining the cup and the hurried “peppermint mocha” scribbled down on the side of the cup. “I think the new boy, but don’t scold him or anything.” joy seems hesitant at your advice, but sighs and nods. “jinwoo, can you come here please?” and in the time jinwoo takes to come over, someone else has approached the counter. he wore a black hat that covered tufts of his blonde hair. he was slender and tall and a small pout settled on his thin lips. “I think you gave me the wrong drink.” his gentle voice rings as he tells joy. her gaze shifts between your cup and his, and you can see the gears shifting in her head. jinwoo comes along, and joy asks him if he mixed yours and the boy’s drinks up.

you see the poor boy’s face redden and he stutters out, “I’m so s-sorry, I must’ve rushed and written the wrong names on the cups. please forgive me!” you shake your head, “it’s okay, it happens, I understand. I’ll buy another one,” but joy cuts you off, “are you joking, y/n? we won’t let you pay for another one, we’ll remake it for you,” then she looks at the boy standing next to you, “and you too, minhee-ssi. it’s free of charge for you, also, so sit tight. we’ll whip up your drinks in a few minutes.” the boy (minhee, you note) smiles wide and thanks joy profusely. “thank you guys for letting us know, and I’m so sorry again. I will definitely work harder to make sure I’m not doing things in a hurry.” jinwoo apologizes once more and minhee says, “it’s no big deal, dude. really, don’t worry too much about it.” joy and jinwoo head to the back to make your drinks and you and minhee are waiting awkwardly by the counter. “so,” you start, “peppermint mocha, huh? I guess it’s an acquired taste.” minhee looks at you, and a fond smile makes its way onto his mouth. “yeah, the same definitely goes for pumpkin.” you fold your arms, and snort, “pumpkin spice is the flavor of the season. peppermint is for winter, buddy.” minhee scoffs and pulls off his hat momentarily to run a hand through his hair (you wonder what it feels like to run your fingers through it subconsciously and the tips of your ears go pink) before readjusting his hat. “you’ve got a point there. but, pumpkin mocha, peppermint mocha, we know one thing: we both wanted mochas, that’s probably how he confused the orders,” your eyes go to jinwoo who’s making the hot drinks, adding the milk to the cups. “he’s a sweet kid. I’ve seen him here many times.” you hear minhee say and your attention is once again brought back to him. “I’ve been coming here for coffee since I moved here, and I don’t know what it is, but I keep coming back.” your eyebrows shoot up at this and you beam, “I know right? it’s like I don’t see any other cafe beside this one, coffee is all I spend my money on nowadays, too and that’s insane to me.” then you guys talk about what you do, what your hobbies are and minhee seems genuinely interested in what you’re saying. his nose also crinkles up when he smiles and you notice the small freckles that are scattered across the span of his cheeks. “y/n? your coffee’s ready,” joy’s voice brings you back and you thank her before taking a sip and sighing with your eyes closed. “so, y/n, since you come by here often, do you think you’ll maybe come by here tomorrow?” a light dust of pink forms on both of your cheeks, and joy sees the exchange and smiles, before passing minhee his coffee and shuffling to the back once again. “I want to get to know you a little more, so why not over some coffee?” bashfully, you look away from minhee’s careful gaze and nod, biting your bottom lip. and just before you leave, you grab a napkin and a pen (courtesy of jinwoo) before writing down your phone number and a little “see you tomorrow :)” on the napkin and hand it to minhee. “wah, and to think my mistake led to a blooming romance.” jinwoo mumbles and he earns a small smack on the arm from joy, before taking the next customer’s order.

17 + Junho? ♥︎♥︎

hello, thanks so much for the request! I kept this one shorter than the usual amount of what I write, just because I didn’t want to have to ramble on with this one, so regardless of the length, I really hope you like it!

17. he does something sweet for you.

[7:43 a.m.] you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. you stretched your arms and legs and began getting out of bed when you noticed the space next to you, which was filled the night before, is empty right now. junho must’ve gone to the bathroom, you think, and get up and out of bed. five minutes pass and junho doesn’t come out of the bathroom. you go up to the door and knock on it, for safe measures. after hearing no response, you slowly twist the knob and the door opens to reveal…absolutely nobody. “huh,” you shrug and head over to the sink to brush your teeth and wash your face. once you finish those things, you head down your hallway and into your kitchen, to find junho at the dining table, with a box of donuts and two coffees. he turns once he hears your footsteps and smiles. “good morning! how’d you sleep?” you drag your feet over to him and hug his waist, kissing his cheek. “good morning. what are you doing awake, you don’t have practice until the afternoon, I thought?” “yeah, but I know you have an interview later on this morning, so I just wanted to do something for you, for good luck. so I went out and got you those donuts from across the street that you love so much, and some coffee.”

your attention diverges to the aqua-colored box, which held your favorite peanut butter donuts and junho’s favorite pistachio donuts. you beam and look back at him, before squishing his face between your hands and kissing him. “thank you, baby.” he kisses you again, with much more fervor and passion, pulling you close to him and keeping the distance between you two very small. you rarely see this side of junho because even though your relationship has been strong for two years, so far, junho still shies away from showing you intense affection. when he does, though, you always welcome it, so your hands go to his hair, tangling your fingers in his chocolate locks. once you both feel the burn in your lungs, you pull away, heavily breathing. “thank you so much for the breakfast, junho, you really shouldn’t have ruined your sleep for it.” he smoothes down your hair and says, “it’s really no problem, y/n. I wish you good luck on your interview today, you’ll kill it and you’ll secure the job, just watch.” your heart swelled at the sincere smile that formed on his mouth and the loving gaze he set upon you.

and a few days later, you got a phone call from the company letting you know that they wanted to hire you and when they did, you squealed so loud that junho came rushing in asking if you were hurt and all you could do was leap into his arms and you whispered against his ear, “I got it, junho. I got the job.”

coterie: prologue

gang!au x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

a/n: this is set in the future, where the ‘02 liners are at the drinking age, like 2021, as to not promote underage drinking (dohyun’s still underage though so no bubbly for you, buddy.)

t.w.: there will be explicit mention of alcohol, violence, cursing, and maybe some nsfw elements down the line.

seoul; a bustling city that never seemed to sleep. the two forms of seoul you were familiar with shared different characteristics. the daytime seoul had its streets crowded with people in business attire, or students and there was always a car honking and chatter could be heard even in places that were seemingly quieter than others. then, there was the nighttime seoul, where the neon lights were endless, the smell of soju filled the crisp air, and there was never a sign of shutting down the party. yet, something about this city is charming, and quite frankly may be the same reason you never wanted to leave it. you moved to seoul for school, and you don’t see yourself leaving even when that finishes. you see, seoul holds an important meaning to you because it brought color into your life. you live a bland lifestyle, you think. you wake up every day at the same time, eat the same thing for breakfast every day, and rotate the same chores and to-do list items routinely. when you came to korea for school, even your major was monotonous: political science and government (not trying to call out anyone sksk sorry if it offended any of my poli sci folks out there xoxo) you also didn’t go out partying with any of your other college friends on weekends, you’d much rather chill in your dorm and stream ‘queer eye’ while eating take out thai food. but, these things didn’t necessarily mean you were a bland person yourself. you think you’re fun: you have a sense of humor, you can tie a knot with a cherry stem in your mouth and you’ve got a social life, it’s just not as active as everyone else’s.

you seldom share these thoughts with your dorm mates, soobin and haseul. “yah, y/n, you are fun. you just tone it down a lot.” soobin explains and you pout. “gosh, I’m tired of being like this. I wanna live it up a little, you know? it’s not like I want to drop out of college and live on the edge, but it gets tiring just doing the same things every day.” your head drops into your hands. then, as if she had an ‘a-ha’ moment, haseul exclaims, “we should find you a boyfriend!” soobin seems to agree with this, and before you say anything, she stops you with a hand in the air. “hold that thought, I know who I can set you up with. lee jinhyuk from my calculus class! he’s smart, funny, cute and single!” hanseul nods enthusiastically at this, “that’s perfect, we’re lab partners, so I have his number. you should really try it out, y/n, I think you’ll like him.” and long story short, that’s how you end up at a fancy italian restaurant. you hear a, “y/n?” and look up to find a tall guy, with a gorgeous smile plastered onto his face. he reaches out his hand and with a deep voice, introduces himself. “jinhyuk. it’s nice to meet you.” you two go in and the waiter leads you to a table for two. you two talk for a bit, jinhyuk’s a physics major and tells you about what he wants to do with his degree. you tell him about yourself and he is paying attention diligently. when the waiter comes and leaves with your orders, jinhyuk receives a phone call. the slight furrow in his brow and the small frown settling in the corner of his mouth worries you a bit, then he looks up at you and gives you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, can I take this?”

you nod and tell him, “go ahead, I’ll be here.” he thanks you before taking his phone and stepping out of the restaurant. five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes pass and you wait for him, the waiter has long gone after he dropped off your food. you see the people around you continuously looking at you and whispering to the people on their tables. it’s embarrassing and you try to hide your face in your hands to avoid thinking about the fact that your date stood you up. angry, you get up and take your purse as you burst out through the doors of the restaurant. steam could be fuming out of your ears and you grab your phone, sending your roommates a quick text before calling an uber. where you stand, a dark alleyway is right behind you and as you wait for your uber to arrive, you can’t help but notice the strange sounds coming from the alley. almost like someone’s getting beat up or something. you hear an oddly familiar voice, and even though your mind tells you not to, your body moves closer to the alley, your curiosity at its peak. somehow a ray of light passes and you’re able to have a better look at what’s going on... jinhyuk is against the wall, and is bloody and battered as he’s surrounded by a small group of men. who are they, you think, and then your heart drops into your stomach as your eye catches the famous silver butterfly emblem: it’s x1.

coterie: three

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

you were no longer bound with ropes, nor was the cloth restricting your mouth from speaking coherently. you were now being guided out of the dark room, up a set of stairs, where the gradient from the darkness to bright lights became clearer. you were in the basement of wherever you were. as the man leads you out, you find yourself walking through a lavish hallway, with marble tiles under your feet contrasting against the white and gold decor around the house. your mouth drops open as you walk into probably, no, the biggest living room you’ve ever seen. two sets of staircases lead up on either side to a separate floor of the residence. “welcome to the x1 mansion.” the man says, standing behind you with his hands in his pocket. “I’m afraid I haven’t introduced myself,” you watch closely as he approaches closer to you. by instinct, you move back with every step forward he takes until your back hits the cushion of a couch. he reaches out to offer a handshake. “I’m seungwoo. han seungwoo, and I am the leader of the gang. it’s nice to formally meet you..” you hesitate to give him your name, and you don’t shake his hand. this causes him to close his hand, clutching the fingers together and forming a fist, then said hand goes back into his pocket and he cracks up. “don’t be scared, you’ve done the right thing. at least you’re not dead. now, let’s try that one more time. it’s nice to meet you...” “y-y/n y/l/n.” you stutter out, keeping your eyes glued to the tile, not daring to look back at him in the eye. “y/n. there’s one thing you should know: after today, everything that was once you will not be you anymore, or until we’re done with you. we’ll speak with your school, and they will allow you to take a gap year or two. don’t ask me why I know this, someone on the school board owes me a favor, so school: don’t worry about that. as for your friends and family, I wouldn’t dare let you leave the house and meet them just yet, so I would rather you call who you want to and speak with them.” he saunters over to the kitchen from the living room, you following his steps with caution. he grabs an apple and bites into it before saying, “because also after today, I’m changing your SIM card and I’ll deactivate your personal phone number temporarily. now, it means your sole focus and purpose will be to do as I say. and trust me, with the way we’ve been watching you this past week, it would be foolish to not put you in this mission. you’re skilled, y/n, whether you know it or not.” seungwoo looks at you and you see maybe a glint of hope in his eyes. “so, in short, yes you can speak to whoever you need to speak to. you have a few hours, then we’ll have jinhyuk drop your things by this evening. also, we have a spare room for you to stay in. that will be yours from today on. I can show you where that is, follow me.” a million things are going through your head right now, but that doesn’t change the fact that you trail closely behind seungwoo up the carpeted stairs, into a smaller area, then a hallway, where he then opens the door to the last room at the end of it. you follow him in and take in the room. it’s much bigger than the college dorm you’re used to, and it’s quite well kept for a spare room. “right, well, I will leave you to it. remember, you only have a few hours, then we deactivate your SIM card. let me know if you need something.” and with a curt nod, he leaves you in the large room, closing the door behind him. 

you sit on the bed and take a moment to digest everything. your kidnappers chose you because they think you’re useful, and you have no idea what they want from you. they kept you alive and are having you live with them, and somehow you’re okay with it. you don’t feel any sort of emotion; in fact, you may just be shocked. you look around and examine the details of the room, these thoughts making your head pound. you wince and press your hand against your head. closing your eyes, you can’t believe how much you’ve experienced within the past twenty-four hours alone. there’s a lot. but, you know what you need to do right now. you look down at your phone, and call up soobin. “hey, how are you? no I’m okay, things are really weird...” you explain everything to her in great detail, and within that explanation, she gives you small reactions whenever something stroke her as odd or even shocking. luckily, you’re able to tell haseul everything as well. “listen, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to see you guys again. in fact, I think this phone call may be the last you hear from me for a while, so I want you guys to know that I love you guys. you guys are my roommates, but you two are my best friends first, or even my family. I’ve always been tested with trials and tribulations, you two know this. this is another test that I must pass, but I wish I was able to see you guys one more time.” you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks. you hear the girls sobbing on the other end of the phone. “we’ll always think about you and hope for your safety, y/n.” soobin hiccups. “and don’t worry, we’ll never forget you, we guarantee that. stay safe, y/n. we love you too.” haseul’s voice wavers throughout the most of it, but you can still catch the words. “okay, guys, I’m going to need to hang up. if you guys can please just send all my things with jinhyuk when he comes to receive them, I’ll be extremely grateful.” they follow your requests and you hang up the phone before falling back on the bed. the tears keep falling so you assume only one thing: the aftershock is hitting you now. all your emotions are sporadically leaving you in a big burst, and you need to let it happen. you regret your decision to be here for a minute, once you’ve calmed down a little. but that’s just the thing: the lamenting was short-lived because when you close your eyes again, the image of the gun resting under your chin shows up in front of you and you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the cold sensation the metal object gave you. “no, I made the right decision.” you console yourself repeatedly before gaining enough strength to push yourself off the bed, and you went over to the bathroom and washed your face with cold water. only then do you get a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot from crying, tear-stained face and a red nose. not to mention, you’re still in the baggy gym shirt and leggings your wear to the gym and your wrists have started to recover from the lack of circulation they experienced mere hours ago. you take in a deep breath and once again, splash your face with the water. strangely enough, you don’t know why, although you feel much better now, this curiosity within you arises again. suddenly, you want to know everything about this “mission” and why you’re such a crucial part to it.

you hear a knock coming from the closed door of your room, and you ask in a hoarse voice, evident with melancholy, “who is it?” “ms. y/l/n? your luggage has arrived.” a woman’s voice is heard from the other side of the door, and you go over and open the door, to reveal a middle-aged woman, in ordinary clothing with two suitcases. behind her, is jinhyuk with some more of your belongings. your eyebrows furrow in confusion and jinhyuk seems to pick that up from you, so he nods his head in understanding and comes into your room.  the woman enters first, leaving your suitcases at the edge of the bed, before telling you, “I’m soonja. I work for the men, like their butler. mr. han has asked me to start taking care of you as well, and I am delighted to do so. you see over there,” she points to a phone sitting on a small table just near the headboard. “that’s how you can call me and ask me for anything. so please do let me know when you need anything.” she gives you a sweet smile and you reciprocate it, before thanking her and she takes her leave. now, it’s just you and jinhyuk. “are you okay? did they hurt you?” jinhyuk examines your face, holding it in his hands. you give him a small smile, “I’m okay, I promise.” jinhyuk sighs before his hands fall to his side. “that’s a relief.” you two share a moment of silence together before you speak up. “I’m actually glad you’re here. I needed to talk to you.” jinhyuk motions for you to continue, and very carefully, you ask, “what are we? what is our relationship? sure, it started out as a date, but I want to give a name to this,” you point between him and you. “what do you want it to be?” jinhyuk asks you, and in all honesty, it throws you off-guard. if he were to ask you this a few days ago, maybe you’d say that you were a couple in the works. you don’t know now, you don’t know if you see anything in him. yeah, he’s handsome, but your heart doesn’t flutter when you see him, you don’t think about him all the time, and more importantly, you don’t know if you see him as anything more than a friend. but, perhaps, you need time. so that’s what you tell him. “I want to see you as more than a friend, jinhyuk, I really do. but, I don’t know if I see it right now. maybe it’s just this entire situation, but I’m so confused, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t differentiate from wrong and right anymore.” jinhyuk gives you a smile, but you can detect a hint of bitterness behind it. “don’t worry about it, then. what’s important is that you are alive right now.” you hold his hand and his eyes shoot up and meet yours. “if you wanted us to be more than friends, then I’m so sorry, I truly am. I’d love for us to try again in the future sometime, but I don’t know what my future here has in store for me. so do me a favor, will you? after you leave here today, live your life as you want to. go out with other people, love them, and most importantly, appreciate your freedom. you don’t know how much I would love to be in your position right now.” jinhyuk’s eyes water, and you quickly wrap your arms around him. “hey, don’t cry. I’ll be fine, okay? and also, take care of haseul and soobin for me? they mean more than the world to me. hey, thank you for everything.” jinhyuk sobs quietly, his shoulders moving with pain. then he pulls back from your embrace and wipes his eyes. “I should go. be safe, please, y/n. promise me you’ll make it out good.” you smile sadly as he heads to the door and just before he leaves, you whisper out, “I promise.”

coterie: four

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

a/n: mild mentions of violence and cursing, so proceed with caution.

shortly after jinhyuk left, you unpacked all your belongings and put them up in their respective places. the last thing you unpacked was a photo frame, that contained a picture of you displaying a toothy smile, with either of your arms hooked around soobin and haseul. you smiled at the memory when this picture was taken: it was your freshman year, and you attended a bonfire, to celebrate the end of the first semester. by then, you already knew the girls and were thrilled to learn that for future semesters, you were allowed to choose who you wanted to share your dorm with. the three of you were inseparable since then. fresh tears well up and threaten to fall from your eyes before you quickly wipe them dry with the back of your hands. you had then grabbed a fresh pair of pants and a clean t-shirt before heading to the shower. once the hot water hit your body, the tenseness you didn’t realize you were holding in your muscles was let go, the heat relaxing you.

you leave the shower, now changed into more decent clothing than before and opened your phone to see this text. your eyes scan the texts from the unknown number before you quickly link back that it’s someone in the house. you take a deep breath and begin heading down to the main living area. once you reach there, you see seungwoo lounging on one of the many couches in the room. cross-legged, with his hand in his palm, elbow resting on his other hand and knee. “finally. I was going to see if you had managed to find a way to escape or something.” he jokes, but seeing as you didn’t react to it, his face straightens out. “give me your phone.” you don’t hesitate, and you practically push the device into his open hand. “relax, y/n. you seem to have a lot on your mind. how’s this, I’ll call in everyone else, and you can meet them while I change your SIM card. then, once I get back, whatever questions you have, ask me, okay?” with a small smile, he sets off into another direction, and you hear a “guys!” from him. it echoes in the house and there’s a short-lived silence, before you hear a group of voices, from all around you, it seems. from the stairs descending, from the other hallways, all getting closer. one by one, each boy enters the room, until there are ten men, all of different heights and hair colors, yet seem to have a common dress code among them: variations of black suits and accents of red, except for one boy who’s got a faded red blazer on, with all black everywhere else. they all stare at you, eyeing you up and down, analyzing you. embarrassed, your eyes shoot down to your feet and suddenly, your shoes are the most interesting thing in the room. it felt weird knowing that there were ten pairs of eyes settled on you. a surge of confidence rushed through you and to your surprise, you lifted your head once again, and scanned the appearances of all the boys.

“ah, I see you’ve met the rest of the team.” seungwoo’s voice is once again heard, and they turn to him. “we don’t know her, hyung.” one of the boys, with lilac hair says. “at least, not all of you guys know her.” a familiar boy says, and he looks you up and down again and you remember. he was also there the day jinhyuk got beat up. in fact, you vividly remember his threat to jinhyuk, i’ll slice your fucking arm off and shove it up your ass rings through your head and you shiver. “introduce yourself,” seungwoo speaks up and all of a sudden you’re on the spot. “I’m y/n y/l/n. I...have been told that I would be an important asset to this, uh, team. thanks.” you give a small bow and a tight-lipped smile. seungwoo gives you a small clap, and nudges the boy next to him. “well, it’s your turn. introduce yourselves to her. go down the line.” you already knew seungwoo, and so the boy standing next to him was around the same height as him. he had black hair, parted in the middle. “name’s seungyoun.” next to him, is a slightly shorter boy, with gray hair that’s a little messily styled. “hey beautiful, I’m hangyul.” he shoots you a wink and the next boy starts, “I’m wooseok.” he gives you an intense glare, and you try not to focus too much on it as a familiar face appears in front of you. you know this guy, his name is- “I’m yohan.” right, he was the one you met in the basement also. a boy shorter than him, with a smile, says, “I’m dongpyo, it’s nice to meet you!” this causes you to think, the boy seems too lively to be a part of a dangerous gang like this; what exactly made him a member of x1? the next boy causes you to tense up because it’s the guy from earlier, who was examining you and the one from the jinhyuk thing. “my name is eunsang.” he fixes his hair and gives you a deathly glare. the one next to him, you don’t recognize, but it seems as if he recognizes you. his blonde hair moves as he introduces himself, “I’m minhee.” he may have been the third person with the other two during your date with jinhyuk, but you could’ve sworn he also had dark hair. his face flashed in your memory and you confirm that it is the same guy. the guy with the red blazer looks at you with big eyes and says, “hyungjun.” another boy next to him, who has a hard time keeping eye contact with you, softly says (you had to lean in a little to hear him) “my name is junho.” and the last boy, the one with the lilac hair waves loosely, “I’m dohyun.” 

it’ll take you some time to fluently pair up the names with the faces, but it seems that seungwoo has other plans. “y/n, now that you’ve met the members, do you have any questions for me?” all eyes are on you yet again, and sigh and look at seungwoo, “can I ask you, why me? I get it, you said I was useful and stuff for your mission, but I’d like to know what the hell is going on here. if you’re going to make me a part of your team, you should at least tell me what I’ll be doing, or at the very least, keep me in the loop of things.” seungwoo scratches the top of his head, thinking, before sighing and muttering, “all right, everyone, sit.” you sit on the couch directly behind you and the boys all shuffle around the room to sit, while seungwoo stands in the middle. “the boys already know everything, but I want to run through everything again, because I didn’t put you in the picture, y/n. so, here it is: we’ve been the city’s biggest and most powerful gang for a couple of years now. we started in 2019, and now being 2021, we have only gained power and fame. but, now we’ve hit a point where we must go big. think larger scales. more money, more power. therefore, we’ve devised a master plan, and instead of only a few of us on this job, we needed all hands on deck. that’s where you come in, y/n. as I’ve mentioned earlier, while speaking with you, I told you that you’re quite skilled. when we heard that you had caught a few of our members, my instinct reaction was that I wanted to kill you.” you were worried when you heard him saying it so casually, and seungwoo continues, “but, I later got to learn a bit more about you, and then I decided to send out my sources to watch you for a week. and let me tell you, y/n, over that week, you exhibited many qualities that would be useful for our team. in fact, I feel that you would be a good fit for any of us.” any of us? what does that mean? “seeing the confusion on your face, I guess I forgot to mention something. your first task will be to choose who you want to work with for the remainder of this mission. we’ve collected one thing from each member, including myself,” seungwoo says and walks over to the other side of the room, where a glass bowl contains a plethora of objects.

once the bowl is in his reach, he holds it steady with both hands and heads back over to you. “you choose an item, and whoever that item belongs to, that’s going to be the person you will be paired up with for the rest of the mission. did you get it?” you nodded quietly and looked inside the bowl. seungwoo placed the bowl in your hands and softly said, “good luck,” before heading back to where the rest of the members stood. you set the glass bowl down onto a small coffee table to the right of you, and examine its contents. you saw all kinds of trinkets in it: a king card from a stack of playing cards, a pen, a mini rubik’s cube, a necklace with a silver ‘x1′ dangling in the center of it, a thin black leather bracelet, a poker chip, a 1000 won bill, a shot glass, a bluetooth earpiece, a ninja star and a pair of pliers. before you chose an object, you looked back up at all the members. they seemed to have their eyes fixed either on you or the glass bowl. now the ball was in your court. the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. “well?” seungwoo pushes and your eyes go back into the bowl. after much thinking, you settled on a decision. you breathed in and reached for it inside the bowl. and once it was in your hand, you pulled it out and showed it to everyone else.

a/n: what did you choose? let me know in the comments!!

[11:57 a.m.] eunsang walked into the living room and stood watching you, confused. you sat on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and dressed in your vampire cape and fangs. you were just about to play hotel transylvania when your gaze turned to eunsang. “why are you dressed like that? it’s not even halloween.” dramatically scoffing, you turned your eyes back to the tv and said, “it’s monstober, eunsang. that’s a good enough reason. now come sit, the movie’s gonna start.”