"he's so insane for this" and it's just a random asian dude born in december 2002 a werewolf vampire hybrid former figure skater turned idol and i happen to be in love with him
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you were situated between your boyfriend jay’s leg’s who was sitting on the couch while you sit on the floor, having a conversation with one of your best friends at the party heeseung threw on a saturday.
you were too busy with your conversation with heeseung that you did not realize someone taking the spot next to your boyfriend on the couch.
"you did not beat me in heroes of the storm sir" you shook your head at heeseung while he kept teasing you about your game tournament that took place last week.
jay turned his head to the right when felt a hand on his arm while he was trying to listen to your conversation with heeseung.
"hey jay, I didn't expect to see you here tonight." said the girl who sat next to him. he recognized the girl's face from one of his classes but could not remember her name. not wanting to be rude, he gave her a small smile and a nod.
"i really like your new hair, it suits you" the girl complimented jay's freshly bleached blonde hair. jay gave her a smile.
"thank you" he muttered before reaching for your hand over your shoulder. he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips to leave pecks on your knuckles causing you to lose your focus on your conversation with heeseung. getting the message, the girl removed her hand from jay's arm and excused herself.
you turned your head to look at your boyfriend who was leaning down to press his lips on yours affectionately. you smiled into the kiss. you saw the jealous stares on you once you parted your lips from your very much popular boyfriend’s lips.
“all eyes are on you again, i can see your fans” you teased him. he leaned into give you another kiss but on your forehead this time.
“well... hate to break it to them that my eyes are only on you, all the time”
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Jake’s mom hated you.
She despised you too much and she wasn’t even trying to hide her feelings towards her youngest son’s girlfriend. She thought you were pure evil. She thought you were the reason behind every filthy thing that crossed his good Christian boy, Sim Jaeyun’s mind.
She rolled her eyes at the two of you every time she saw her son kissing you goodbye. Her blood started boiling when she saw her son come down for breakfast with his neck covered with hickeys which were your work of art. You weren’t even ashamed of what you were doing. She always realized the little smirk on your face every time she looked at you with furious eyes.
This thing that started with him helping you with your Physics class turned something more pretty fast. Jake's mom sensed something odd every week you came over and you two head to his room. Her worries were proven right when she caught Jake wearing your pink, shiny lip gloss on his lips after your very productive seventh study session. She hated seeing you in their house ever since. That’s how you and your study buddy started sneaking around.
jay watched you take a step towards him to be closer to his body. he felt his body getting tense at your close proximity as you tiptoed and put your small hands on both sides of his shoulders. you had the strings, like always.
you were dragging him in deeper with your every move. it was impossible for him to not fall harder at this point. here he was, at the age of nineteen, learning how to love someone from the same girl who taught him how to ride a bike when he was seven.
***
when jay first stepped a foot into the kindergarten, the first thing he heard was your voice giving orders to the other kids about the game you were playing with them. you stood out from the others even when you were barely talking with a proper grammar.
not so long after that, jay learned that you lived in the same neighborhood as him. you started playing with each other after going to the same parks every weekend. you were basically joint by the hips by the time you were seven years old.
however, things took a shift when you got your first bike. you rode the bike almost everyday, and to everywhere. you also made new friends who liked riding bikes too. oh that made jay furious. you found new friends and one of those friends happened to be a guy who was able to ride a bike, which he couldn't. his childish jealousy made him go to his mother and ask for a bike.
after he got himself a nice baby blue bike, he realized what he was getting himself into. he had to learn how to ride this thing. it was something new and jay did not like trying new things. he was easily scared and getting hurt was not something he was looking forward to.
luckily, his new bike had training wheels on it. he rode the bike to your house and knocked on your door. your mother opened the door and smiled when she saw jay.
"hey mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" he asked curiously.
"yes, let me call her downstairs for you jay. do you want to wait inside?"
"i can just wait over here... i was actually going to ask her to go to the park together"
here's the thing: you were determined to protect jay from everything once you became his best friend. this included rude kids who made fun of him for riding his bike with training wheels.
"jay is still a baby who can't take his training wheels off" mocked the kid who was in the same school as you guys. after taking a glance at jay's sad face, you were determined to teach him how to ride a bike without its training wheels on.
you pulled his bike's training wheels off on a sunday morning after his embarrassing encounter at the park. you checked your pockets one more time to make sure you had bandaids ready for his soft hands which might get hurt that day.
***
jay park was not sleek at all. you knew your best friend like the back of your hand. he liked you. however, you knew how much of a coward your best friend was. you knew you had to out your walls down and make the first move. so you did.
your lips barely touched his as you tiptoed in front of him. he stared at your lips with so much longing behind his eyes like he had been waiting for this moment for so long.
“man up park jongseong. i don’t have enough time or patience” you whispered onto his lips, making him grin at your teasing.
he closed the distance between your lips as you both smiled into the kiss.
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Your eyes followed the cute guitarist of the school’s popular rock band when they made their way on to the stage at the annual spring festival night.
Kim Sunoo. He looked so good with his freshly dyed hair and well-done eye makeup. He looked amazing and it really did not help with your growing love for the school’s pretty punk boy.
Everyone thought he was unapproachable. His group of friends -bandmates- looked extremely intimidating and the music they made sounded “emo” to other, so they thought Kim Sunoo and his friends were too cool for them. But you knew him better than them.
You caught him feeding the stray cats from time to time when you were walking home after spending hours at the local library. You also saw him pushing the swings for the little kids at the park nearby your school. It amazed you how someone so scary to others can look so gentle and caring in your eyes.
He loved how you looked at him. He liked to be someone’s “soft boy” when he was not viewed like that by the other ones around him.
Your eyes followed him as he grabbed his guitar and took his place on the stage. You watched him for so many times: at the local diner where his band performed twice a month, at the festivals which took place in your town, at the christmas concerts, at the parties, and sometimes by the campfire where he sang softly only for you... Yet it still astounded you how he looked so carefree, so passionate when he did the thing he loved the most.
You got out of your bubble of thoughts when the girls in front of you screamed at the way he put his guitar’s pick between his teeth and started playing the guitar with his delicate fingers. Everyone here was crazy over him, including you.
Watching him scanning his eyes over the crowd to find you gave you an indescribable joy. All these girls and boys would die to be able to spend five minutes with him, yet he was reserved for you only. He gave you a wink once you made an eye contact, causing you to smile brightly.
After the end of their performance, you watched Sunoo go to the back of the stage with his band members. You made your way to where he was, probably waiting for you. You were searching for his face between so many people who were in a hurry for the preparation of the next stages.
You were surprised when someone pulled you back from your waist, and the next thing you know was that you were pushed against a wall with a hand covering your mouth, facing Sunoo. You would leave a terrified scream if he did not cover your mouth in the first place and your heart was beating rapidly by the shock he just gave you.
You removed his hand from your lips and slapped his shoulder in a protest.
“Are you crazy? I almost died” you exaggerated. Putting his hands on your waist, Sunoo waited for you to steady your breath.
“Yes, crazy over you” he replied with his healing smile adorning his face. You scoffed at his lame attempt at flirting with you. One of his hands reached up to brush your hair from your face. You anticipated his kiss when the distance between your lips shortened by every passing second.
“Hey, we’re going to the after party! Are you coming?” you heard one of Sunoo’s members ask, ruining your moment with your soft boy. His hands were still holding you when he turned his head a little bit.
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