Synopsis: A study in which you find out that the young man you occasionally solve mysteries with is actually wanted for murder.
Genre: non-idol au, mystery, crumbs of an unrequited love
Warnings: graphic imagery (murder crime scene), language
WC: ~3K
A/N: Okay but imagine THE trickster aka. seventeen’s swindler aka. satan’s hyung aka. yoon jeonghan as the main lead in a murder mystery? Sherlock Holmes’ successor? Color me hornKNEE-
Study 1: Yoon Jeonghan. An eccentric young man with a penchant for mysteries and a reputation of murder.
“Wanted for what?”
“Murder,” he supplies, taking a bit of his apple. The sharp crunch punctuates his confession.
His nonchalant tone and demeanor is at odds with the levity of his admission, further adding evidence to the theory that this is all some fucked up dream your sleep-deprived brain came up with tonight. You really gotta stop watching Dateline before bed.
As if sensing your speculation, Jeonghan picks out a seed from the apple core and flicks it at you.
The offending object lands perfectly above your nose bridge giving you a faux unibrow, the sticky juice keeping it adhered to your skin. Jeonghan grins, mouthing score, before taking another bite of his apple. The complete apathy he shows towards his supposed crime is baffling.
“Murder?” you repeat, as if you had misheard him the previous 4 times.
He just grunts in acknowledgement, flipping through your Netflix account and occasionally frowning at your poor taste in cinematic choice.
You continue to gape at him, mouth open comically wide, as your brain attempts to match your stereotypical impression of a vicious stone-cold killer with the current image of this Jeonghan slouched across your sofa, halfheartedly watching Family Guy.
Summary - It’s Valentine’s Day and Jeonghan is surrounded yet again this year. Being his best friend can be painful at times like this.
Genre - Friends to Lovers, College AU
Warnings - Suggestive content, this is so cute, Jeonghan is a little needy, and a little snarky, swearing, sexual content,
Word Count - 2k
A/N - This is part of the Holidays With Seventeen Collab co-hosted with @kpoptrashlord-007. It is a little late 🥺but better late than never hehe <3
What a cliché. He’s surrounded by women all desperate for attention, a tiny brunette even elbowing the blonde next to her to nudge closer to him. Grown women don’t act this way. At least they usually don’t. Jeonghan has a way of bringing out the worst in people.
The ladies have brought him gifts; handmade letters, small stuffed animals, bags of candy and chocolate boxes in droves. What you might call excessive he would call extravagant. He’s eating it up.
“Thanks, but I don’t really like candy,” he says to one of the unfortunate women as you try to avoid the group, squeezing past a strangler near the back with a giant teddy bear waiting for her chance to shoot her shot. Wanting, like the rest of the crowd, to be in the light of his presence. You roll your eyes as he continues, “Is this milk chocolate?”
After yanking the door closed behind you, a loud clunking sound of what you assume is the box of chocolates being thrown in the bin is followed by snickers and a muffled apology. You shake your head. He could have at least waited until she was gone or, you know, given it to someone else. He could have, for example, given it to you.
hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼
let me hear you say | j. ww
✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader
✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff
✎ warnings: none!
✎ wc: 2.40 k words
✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/
“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.
“Of what?”
“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.
“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”
A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.
Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.
It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.
“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.
Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.
You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.
You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.
Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.
Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.
Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.
Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.
“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”
You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”
“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”
“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”
“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”
“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.
You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.
Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.
“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.
You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.
The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.
After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.
Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.
“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”
Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”
Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”
Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.
Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.
After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.
“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”
“What do you have in mind?”
You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”
“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”
There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.
“Let me hear you say it again.”
“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”
“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”
“I am in love with you too yn.”
Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.
Which you proceeded to do.
“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”
“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”
“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”
Absolutely yes. “No!”
Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.
“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”
“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”
“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”
“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”
“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.
✎ synopsis — a mysterious disease has spread across the globe where unrequited love was never something someone wanted to experience. you and soonyoung find yourselves in a very, very unfortunate situation.
✎ a/n — this au is a fluffier take on the hanahaki and star tears disease! the image i had in mind for the starry freckles was a piece of art made by @/qinniart. she passed away last year and may she rest in peace. the way i described the idol industry is probably really inaccurate, but i hope that you enjoy!
The world is a cruel place. Which is something you should have realized, an hour prior to your current situation.
6 months ago, a mysterious disease started spreading across South Korea. Star shaped freckles were appearing on the faces and bodies of people who were around those who they loved unrequitedly. The sparkly splatter of constellations were pretty to look at, and they were harmless, physically. But you have heard countless stories on the news about the relationships they have damaged and the pain they have inflicted upon those who fell victim.
Now, it has resulted in a global pandemic.
The disease wasn’t something that you were too worried about being on the receiving end of. You had a rising career as a makeup artist in South Korea’s entertainment industry, which meant that you were far too busy to be concerned with matters of love.
A multitude of gigs with small actors and your countless efforts in promoting your YouTube channel has finally landed you what you hope would be your big break into the industry. Today, you will be heading off to work with the clients of your first major gig: idol group Seventeen.
They had just released yet another record-breaking album and you were going to be one of the makeup artists for their first comeback of the year. Besides a few faces here and there, you weren’t too familiar with all the members and their names. Your friend however, was a huge fan, and upon hearing the group you would be working with for your next appointment, they immediately gave a rundown of everyone and their positions.
Thirteen members was a lot to memorize, but you figured that it would be beneficial to actually know the clients you would be serving in order to address them properly and correctly. Your friend also managed to sneakily ask that you get one of their autographs, but you knew that was highly unlikely.
A few weeks prior, you were briefed on the protocol that must be followed when working there. One of the rules being that you weren’t allowed to speak to the members unless they spoke to you first. That wouldn’t be a problem of course, since you were simply there to do your job. Your professionalism was something you took pride in.
Nevertheless, you took the photocard of- Hoshi was it? From your friend and promised to get it signed if there was ever an opportunity. You were grateful that your friend went through the trouble of preparing thirteen slides of information (that you weren’t totally sure was necessary) in order to prepare you for this job.
There was an hour to go before you needed to head over to the subway station, so you decided to film a quick livestream before travelling to the venue.
“Welcome everyone! Today we are going to be doing a quick tutorial for a starry-freckles inspired look!”
While the chat was buzzing with a lot of confused comments at the idea, you carefully explained your reasoning for today’s lesson.
“Look, I know that this disease has taken its toll on a lot of people, but I wanted to do this today to show that loving someone is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s beautiful and I hope I can express that to everyone watching.”
You laid out all your supplies and began applying a light concealer before using a medium-sized brush to dab a glittery powder over your cheeks and nose. As more people joined the livestream, the chat started to fill with comments about the charming simplicity of the design. You continued to chat about your new gig while giving instructions for the next step of the look every so often.
After completing the intricate detailing of the stars with a glowy fine-tipped eyeliner, you turned to the camera to give a full view of the makeup. You glanced down to read the chat and thanked the commenters praising the final outcome. However you began to internally panic when you read a comment reminding you about the gig you had this afternoon.
You were so invested in the tutorial that you completely forgot about the life-changing event that was about to take place. Opportunities like this don’t come very often and it would crush you if you blew your chances.
You quickly bid goodbye to the viewers, shut your laptop, and checked your watch. You could definitely still make it if you ran to the station, but there was no time to wash off the makeup. As a last-ditch attempt in appearing professional, you grabbed a face mask, tucked your friend’s photocard into your pocket, before grabbing your bag of supplies and absolutely booking it to the station.
The world showed you some mercy, but not too much, as you still made it to the venue on time in a heaving, sweaty mess. Stylists were running around with racks of clothing while production staff were doing last minute checks on sound and lighting equipment.
You met up with the head makeup artist who thankfully paid no mind to your current disheveled state. You would later understand the reason why after they explained to you that one of the makeup artists had some emergency, and that the makeup team will be busy covering their work.
A fast-paced environment was something you were accustomed to, and after being directed to the first member you would be working with, you quickly began performing your duties with a comfortable ease.
You believed that his name was Dokyeom, recognizing him from your friend’s detailed presentation. Aside from a few interruptions from his laughter at the other members who were also still getting ready, you finished his makeup and took a small step backwards to admire your work.
After handing Dokeyom a mirror and doing some touch ups, he thanked you for your work and started walking over to one of the stylists. You bowed in gratitude, and began to feel the adrenaline taking its toll on you as you almost stumbled over when you stood up. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself down from today’s unexpected marathon, you began to make your way over to the the next member—
Crash!
Your mind went blank as a cold liquid dripped from your features and the smell of coffee filled your senses.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry! You’re the new one right? It’s your first day and you’re— I’m so sorry!”
You were met face to face with one of the members frantically trying to calm you down when in reality, you felt like he was the one that needed to stay calm. The contents of the cup of what would have been iced coffee in his hand was no longer where it should be, and instead was soaking the mask and clothes you were wearing.
He’s kind of cute, you think. On instinct you feel the photocard sitting in your pocket and recognize him as Hoshi, leader of the performance team. Maybe you can tell him that in exchange for an apology, he can sign the photocard for your friend.
You glanced around and was relieved that in the midst of the bustling atmosphere, no one was noticing the panicking idol and the mess of a newbie makeup artist. Your silent prayers of gratitude were interrupted by Hoshi taking your shoulders and pushing you in an unknown direction.
“I’m fine! Don’t worry about it and just go to one of the other stylist noonas for now,” you tried to reassure him, but you weren’t even sure how you were going to deal with your current state.
“There’s a small sink over there that some of the makeup artists use to wash their supplies. Just clean yourself up and I’ll make sure that no one sees you,” Hoshi explained.
You weren’t actually sure how he was going to hide you from plain sight but followed his instructions anyway and took off your mask. Once you saw the powder on the inside material, you panicked and began rubbing the makeup off your face while frantically splashing the water. Any kind of misunderstanding right now could cost you your job, but the stinging red on your cheeks from the intense rubbing wasn’t compensating for the stubbornness of the products.
Hoshi was doing his best attempt at- covering for you? He held his jacket in front the sink area but you weren't so sure how effective that was going to be. You hoped that the atmosphere would stay busy since whatever Hoshi was trying to do was capable of drawing more attention than needed...
“I’m Soonyoung by the way,” he started, as if he was not the cause of your current, very unfortunate situation. You weren’t sure if staff were allowed to call idols by their real names. “You know I’ve seen your YouTube videos before, yn right? and just found out yesterday that you were going to be the replacement for the staff that retired. I don’t know why would you decide to come to work in a mask since you’re really-”
When you lifted your head to get a better listen of what Soonyoung was saying, you were met with his wide eyes and mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. The makeup probably didn’t wash off at all, and you silently cursed yourself for investing in such good products.
Soonyoung notices the photocard that you have sticking out of your pocket and immediately understands why you decided to wear a mask to work today. Even the red flush on your cheeks upon meeting his eyes confirmed his suspicions. Oh man, he really wished you guys weren’t in this situation. Not that he disliked the fact that you had a crush on him of course, you seemed really sweet in your videos. It’s just that he was hopeless when it came to feelings.
“It’s not what you think it is!’ You were quick to explain, “I was filming a tutorial before coming here and didn’t have the time to wash it all off.” You raise your hands to his face to show him the remnants of glitter coating your fingertips, and Soonyoung feels a wave of relief wash over him.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to wash everything off on time, and you still need to get ready, so let's just do your makeup first.” You said after watching Soonyoung relax at your explanation. “Right, let’s just do that first.”
You hurried over to an empty station and sat Soonyoung down. He let you work your magic and stayed silent as you applied various powders and created shadows around his creases. Even after that fiasco, you still worked diligently as if nothing had happened.
You’ve seen a few videos of Soonyoung thanks to your friend. The energetic Hoshi oozing with charisma on stage was nothing like the quiet Soonyoung sitting before you now. Your hands lightly caressed his face as you wiped off some excess blush. You wished you could cup his soft features for a little while longer but removed your hands before Soonyoung noticed something suspicious. You felt something warm starting to grow on your cheeks and quickly looked down to pretend that you were trying to find another brush.
While you searched for some more supplies, Soonyoung didn’t fail to catch the way you hid your face from him, and felt worry sinking into his chest. It couldn’t be possible that you were falling for him now right? Not after you just cleared up that misunderstanding.
You glanced up at the mirror and gasped at the sight before you. A growing collection of very real starry freckles were staring back and you could feel your whole world caving in. How could you possibly turn around and face Soonyoung if this was the new situation?
Soonyoung, now very concerned after hearing you gasp, takes your wrist and gently pulls you to face him. However, he is only met with your wide eyes and the hints of a blush spreading across your cheeks. “For a second you had me worried there yn,” Soonyoung laughed, “I almost thought that you—”
Soonyoung doesn’t have the time to finish his last sentence before you step aside and let him meet his own reflection—or rather, the galaxies forming across his face.
pairing | bad boy!jeonghan (svt) x female reader; appearances by vernon, chan and some other svt members
warning(s) | mentions of drinking and alcohol, one mention of cigarettes in the first part (but no one smokes in this), mentions of needles and tattoos, swearing, food mentions
genre | fluff, angst, humour, non-idol au, bad boy au, jeonghan calls you ‘doll’ in this a lot bwhshhwhs, you’re also very shy in this awww
note | spin-off of bad boy!jeonghan from the secret language of flowers but can be read as a stand-alone!! (👀 everything will make a bit more sense if you’ve read it though hehe)
summary: your friends always told you to stay away from the so-called “bad boys”, and for the most part you usually succeed. but yoon jeonghan just had to come along.
a/n: as the title of this may suggest…BAD BOY JEONGHAN REDEMPTION ARC LET’S FUCKING GO 🗣
“Where are you going?”
You’re in the middle of sliding out of the booth when Seungkwan asks the question, and you look back to find most of your friends sporting alarmed expressions as their attention is now entirely directed at you.
“Um… the washroom?”
“I’ll go with you!” comes Seungkwan’s enthusiastic reply, which is quickly followed by the others’ agreeing nods.
You shoot him a quizzical look. “You mean you want to go with me… to the women’s washroom?”
“Well, obviously I’m not going in there! I’ll just wait for you outside!”
For someone who’s almost the same age as you, Seungkwan—and if you’re honest, the rest of your friend group—sure likes to act like your parent.
You can think of one reason why that might be the case. It’s not that you’ve been shielded from the horrors of this world, but you do tend to see the good in people even if they don’t necessarily deserve it, and that often leads to your kindness being taken advantage of. You’re aware of this, and your friends most definitely are as well, which could explain their protectiveness towards you.
Still, it can feel suffocating to have people breathing down your neck and treating you like some baby to be coddled.
“Guys, I’ll just be a few minutes. You don’t have to babysit me just because it’s my first time in a club in a while,” you scold lightly, watching them exchange somewhat guilty looks. “Go have some fun yourselves! I’ll manage.”
vaporwave
izzy806
snowghoul
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
