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Y'all... Felix said “Zoinks!”
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭!
[Text me when you get there.]
Changbin’s eyes skimmed over the message that glowed white on the screen, the pads of his fingers sliding across the keyboard to tell you he’ll do as told before he secured his phone deep inside the zipped pocket of his leather jacket. Revving the engine of his motorcycle, he wondered what were you up to at this time of the night. It was peculiar, really, and so uncharacteristic to you. You never got out of the house when it was dark, or at least not without him. And he knew all too well that your parents would not allow you to leave the house after 10PM unless it was some kind of lie you forged that would, somehow, convince them. So what were you up to?
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭!
💯👊 a variation of funny snapchats featuring changbin's friggin machine gun 💯👊
“Felix, run!”, you screamed at the top of your lungs, the vibration of your terrified voice scraping the tissue of your lungs. “It's coming! Run!”
Every breath felt like lead trickling down your trachea as you pushed yourself to run faster, your injured boyfriend dragging behind you as guttural gasps fell out of his lips in his struggle to keep up with you. Every move felt like living hell to him, the open gash that cut from across his mid thigh to the bottom of his shin dripping with dark, blackish blood, a sign that the monster slashed straight through the vein when it attacked. With his bad leg constantly giving out and making him almost fall at every two steps, his attempt at escaping seemed more painful than the thing that was chasing you. But you couldn't leave him behind.
A blood-curling screech echoed behind you, walls shuddering against the strange quavers that the creature created as it slithered around the corridors. The sound reverberated louder than its previous manifestation, and you couldn't help but let out an ugly cry.
“It's close, Felix,” you gurgled, pulling at his arm even more desperately than before. Panting, you hauled yourselves through another set of doors, trying, with great despair, to find the exit. Your eyes darted around like crazy, searching for some kind of green light through the heavy curtain of tears, but the persistent flickering of lights did nothing but to fog your pulsating brain with false indicators.
“There!” Felix screamed, pointing towards the dip of a hallway. “I think it's that way!”
Yanking him in that direction, your pace picked up despite the exhaustion that your bodies conveyed through heavy yelps and growls. You felt yourself becoming light-headed, bowels churning and bile rising in your throat like burning acid. The hold on your boyfriend's bicep grew tighter, boring bruises to be made and crescents that dug into the material of his blouse. In return, he gripped your forearm even stronger as he dragged his wounded leg behind him, teeth gritting to suppress the aggrieved wail that caught in his throat. He couldn't let the monster know where you were. If he screamed louder than the horror-inducing sounds of the creature, you'd be as good as dead. That's why even you, who were so panic-stricken that you wanted to let out the most hysterical cry, bit your lip so hard to repress it that you tasted salt and iron.
You felt as if you could faint any second by now. Your attempt at running was slowly losing momentum, your legs feeling heavy in a nightmare-ish kind of way, as if some unknown force had strapped ankle weights to your feet to prevent you from gaining distance. You fought against the sensation, petrified gaze darting behind you to check if that thing was still following you.
“Don't look behind!”, Felix howled, pushing your further into the darkness. “If we get distracted, Y/N, we are dead!”
Without any warning, you started crying, although still running and taking turns towards what you hoped was the exit. It was too much, you couldn't handle the hysterical fear that had subdued your whole body. Your whole being trembled as long shrieks streaked out of your mouth, catapulting behind you in a hideous reiteration.
Felix gulped, thyroid cartilage scraping against the inside of his throat. This wasn't good. You were losing it. You were too scared to run away. He felt his skin crawl at the realisation that if he wasn't going to yank you out of your terror, you were both going to become the feast of the beast.
He gripped your shoulders, shaking you aggresively. “Y/N, snap out of it!” he snarled. “I don't want to lose you, so wake up from your terror and pull yourself together! We have to escape!”
His deep voice barged against your eardrums in waves of desperation. Shuddering, you blinked several times before you looked around you, chest rising and falling with short, but deep breaths. Squinting, your eyes scrutinised the pitch black of the building before they landed unto the only source of light, a glowing, green stick figure next to the four letter word you were desperately looking for. You gasped, shooting Felix a quick, determined glance before you towed him towards your final destination.
Your heart drummed harder and harder as you approached the exit, which also happened to be the only rectangular of light embedded into the thick obsidian glow of the building. With your panting growing louder, you fought against your own screaming bodies as you inched closer to your escape.
Through the distant outline of the door, you could make out silhouettes, although you were still too far to recognise them. You felt you heart sink into your bowels in a newfound fear of the unknown. What was behind that door? Were those saviours? Or were those the other Creatures of your demise?
A deafening screech roared behind you, and, by the sound of it, it seemed as if it was approaching. Unconsciously, your full-fledged running dwindled to a sprint before it came to a full stop. Felix yelped beside you in terror, pulling at your forearm to keep moving.
“Y/N, what the hell, the exit's right there!” he jarred, voice cracking with sobs of pain and exhaustion. “Move your stupid legs, move, move, move!”. Begging, he tried to push you forward, although your body had seemed to have frozen up in full terror. “No, no, no, Y/N, you are not doing this to me!”
Crying and hyperventilating, Felix propeled you forward with all his might despite the agonising pain that burnt across his whole leg. You were barely moving, too terror-stricken to process any of your surroundings anymore, murmuring prayers of forgiveness adressed to gods you didn't even believe in.
As the two of you closed in on the exit, Felix was finally able to make out the shadows running outside the building. He furrowed his brows at the sight, seeing Minho and Changbin wire in a huge machine as Chan shouted orders that the boy trapped inside the building couldn't exactly make out. At the same time, he saw Hyunjin and Jisung pull at the handles of the door, trying to open it despite the door not budging a millimeter.
Felix's gaze clouded, causing him to blink harder as he nudged your bodies towards the exit. He suppposed it was the blood loss that made him feel dizzy, and by the looks of it, you were in no greater condition. Everything around you seemed to distort in unrecognisable shapes, the light protrudring from outside a mere halo against the blotches of darkness. Felix felt his grip on you lessen, and, as if on cue, your body slumped onward, falling to the ground. He tried to catch you to prevent you from getting hurt, but, also as if on command, his knees buckled and he lost his balance, slamming chest first onto the cold cemented floor. He grunted, wanting to oppose the weakness that washed over him, but he felt powerless against the situation, lacking the energy and the will to fight against his – and your – inevitable death.
As everything around him altered into abstract shapes and colours, he could feel the distant rumble of the beast vibrating against the ground. Far-flung screams rebounded faintly across his eardrums, and he felt himself slip into unconsciousness. Although heavy-lidded, he frantically searched for your hand, managing to interwine your fingers for one last time before the two of you had met your demise.
But before his mind glided into total darkness, he heard the sound of a crack, followed only by what could have been glass shattering and splattering all over the floor. As if pulled out of deep water, the screaming voices of his friends barged against the silence in a deafening roar, accompanied by rushed footsteps swooshing onto the surface of the dusty floor.
Felix felt his body being swooped from the ground, and he lost his grip on you as you were carried away by someone else. He didn't manage to open his eyes, but he heard Minho yelling at Seungmin to hurry the hell up. In a matter of seconds, he sensed fresh air fighting against his nostrils. At the same time, he felt like he could have bawled his eyes out right then and there if he weren't on the verge of fainting.
Chan kept yelling orders that Felix couldn't quite make out at the moment, but he managed a squint of the eyes, just enough to watch Jeongin fling some kind of heavy device inside the building before scattering away in panic.
“Everybody, run!” Chan shouted over distressed screams. “Changbin, now!”
The dark-haired boy pushed a button on the remote he was tightly gripping, and, before Felix skidded into total oblivion, he caught a glimpse of the entrance of the building blowing up in unforgiving flames as the Creature wailed in agony.
[20:11] “Come on, don’t burn, don’t burn,” you whispered, flipping the grilled cheese sandwich onto the other side with the satisfying sound of a sizzle trailing behind you. Placing the spatula down for a second, you rushed to shove the butter and the Cheddar cheese back into the refridgerator before you returned to your task, although haphazardly and with a sudden lack of orientation. As if abruptly shifted into Sims mode, you blinked and stared at the nothingness that lay before your eyes, trying to figure out what was going on; the imaginary diamond that hovered above your head glowed dark orange, signaling exhaustion, and your brain required an unnecessarily long time to process the situation before it hit you.
“OH NO, MY CHEESE SANDWICH,” you exclaimed in horrifying revelation, feet stumbling towards the stove as you armed yourself with your trusted spatula. Switching off the heat, you grabbed the pan and ran with it towards the table, where the plate waited hungrily for the evening snack. You shuffled the flat surface of the utensil under the crunchy exterior of the bread, allowing the sandwich to slide nicely onto the plate.
Only that your tired brain didn't calculate the trajectory of the grilled cheese express, and now you had about half a second to react and catch your meal before it fell onto the floor. Throwing the pan onto the table, your whole body jerked as you managed to save your sandwich from ultimate destruction. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips, but only to be replaced by a shriek of terror.
Oh no.
In your heroic manner of saving your meal from going to waste, you've totally forgotten that, under no god damn circumstance, should you place a hot pan on the table. Your whole body froze as panic injected itself into your veins. The instantaneous fear that washed over you jerked you awake from your state of shock, and you dashed to remove the kitchen utensil from the table.
Upon prying it away, your pupils contracted at the sight of the dip that the heated bottom of your pan created into the vinyl table cloth. “No...” you gulped, breath hitching in the capsule of your lungs. “No, no, no, no.”
Bolting towards the sink to throw the pan under a rush of cold water, you darted back to the table just as fast to inspect the damage. You swallowed even more thickly after you noticed how bent under the overwhelming warmth was the vinyl, and you looked around frantically for something that could help straighten it back to its original form.
In your rush to save what you yourself had damaged, you checked the clock on the wall, only to realise that your boyfriend was soon to come home. A newfound terror spread over your whole being, and you felt your heart thump heavily against your chest as despair boiled in your throbbing head. You burnt his table cloth, one that he picked out himself from an assortment displayed at the supermarket. You ruined it. It was bent, and burnt, and it surely had at least one hole in it. What was he going to say?
“Oh my god,” you gasped for the millionth time, although there was now an undeniable crack in your voice. “He’s going to be furious.”
Feeling the stinging of tears pierce at the back of your eyes, you took hold of the table to stabilise yourself, as a hurricane of guilt swirled in your chest with the heaving consequences of your negligence. The salty droplets of water clouded your vision, and you had to bite your trembling lip to restrain a string of cries that wanted to escape your throat. Although you tried to calm your agitation by intaking long, sharp breaths, you found yourself helpless against the intrusive thoughts that spinned inside your head. You could already imagine the disappointment on his face at the displeasing discovery, his wrathful gaze piercing through your weak being, his tired voice reverberating with rage against the walls of the kitchen. He was going to be so mad, and you didn't know if you could handle it.
Crying with exhaustion and overwhelming feelings, you let your body slide to the floor, back resting against the leg of the table as you sobbed uncontrollably. You felt stupid, so god damn idiotic and irresponsible. How come you haven't noticed what you were doing? Why haven't you realised it sooner? You couldn't find an answer to any of these questions. Your brain was too tired to compute. You've spent your whole day studying for some extremely important exams that you soon had to take, and you've definitely disregarded most of the bodily functions that kept you going. You haven't eaten anything, and you've barely had any water to drink. Hence, your mind was in such a daze while you were trying to cook something for yourself that it became utterly exposed to disasters.
And there you were now, living one big calamity.
Your whole body jerked when you heard the key turn into the lock of the front door, but you were too spent to shift from your current spot on the floor. Your heart throbbed faster against your ribcage as you heard Minho discard of his shoes and approach the kitchen door, announcing his arrival.
“Hey, princess, I'm ho–,” he stopped dead in his tracks when the first sight after he swung the door open was you crouched on the floor, staring back at him with tears still trailing down your cheeks as the echos of your sobs burned within your throat.
Dropping his duffel bag to the floor, he rushed over to where you were sat, kneeling in front of you so he could mantain an equal eye level. His warm hands placed themselves onto your arms, gently pulling you away from the table.
“God, Y/N, what happened?” he asked, his voice thick with panic. “Why are you crying?”
Biting your lip, you stared at your boyfriend through a film of tears, brows furrowing at how distressed he looked. His own thick eyebrows sported a deep frown, his forehead creasing to accentuate his worry as rather quick breaths left his parted mouth. And with that, you couldn't help but feel even guiltier, a new wave of hurt glossing your eyes as quiet whimpers escaped your lips.
Your shoulders began to shake as another round of sobs took over your being, and this time you sought refuge in your boyfriend, arms holding onto his back as you muffled your hiccups into his chest.
Quick to accept your embrace, Minho's hands carressed your back soothingly as he whispered words of appeasement into your hair, sighing occasionally at the hurt he himself was feeling deep in his chest. What kind of atrocity could have bestowed upon you that made you cry so hard? And how could he fix it as fast as humanly possible?
Pulling away just slightly, Minho tilted your chin upwards with the pad of his forefinger, making you look at him. He bit his lip at how wounded you looked, and he wished to wipe all the pain away. “Could you please tell me what happened, princess?” he spoke calmly, making sure not to cause you any more distress.
Blinking away part of your tears, you exhaled shakingly before explaining everything that happened in great detail. You were sure not to let out the actions that led you to lack your usual attentiveness, and your heart sank when he sighed in what you deduced was frustration.
He noticed your panic and was quick to shake his head. “No, no, no. Don’t mistake my feelings, princess,” he added, cupping your tear-stained face into his hands. “I’m not mad about the table cloth, I’m just upset that you disregarded your own health for the sake of some stupid exams.”
“T-They’re not stupid,” you muttered, voice weak and shaky.
“I know. I know they’re not,” he responded with a nod. “But you know what I mean.”
You merely shrugged, gaze setting on any object or shape that wasn’t him. You still felt pretty bad and clumsy, and it was hard to face your boyfriend at the very moment.
“Look at me, princess,” he inquired gingerly, thumbs wiping the remnants of your tears. Doing as told, you locked gazes with Minho, and you instantly felt a rush of tranquil wash over you. Your shoulders relaxed under his touch, and there was no fear left in your eyes. Your breath slowed down, and your hands lost their tremble. You couldn’t understand how he had done it, but he managed to soothe your alarm with a simple, loving look.
“Don’t you ever think I'd get mad at you for something so unimportant, Y/N,” he implied, brushing off a few strands of hair that stuck to your face due to the dampness of your cheeks. “I don’t care about a stupid table cloth, I can always buy another one.”
Listening to his words, your hands fumbled with the sleeves of your blouse. Noticing it, Minho took hold of them, interwining your fingers with his before he placed a chaste kiss atop the back of your palm.
“But I can never get a girlfriend as amazing as you,” he stated with a tone so honest that it made your heart flutter. “So that’s why I’d prefer if you took care of yourself, princess. Not for my sake, but for your own.”
“I don't know about you, but I think not dying was a pretty good birthday present.”
You couldn't help but crack a smile at his silly remark, but, just as soon as the muscles of your face expanded into a grin, a sharp pain slit at your cheekbones, making you grimace in displeasure.
“Ah, fuck,” you hissed, a string of air pushing through your gritted teeth. “I forgot about the wound.”
Taeil sighed, extending his hand towards you. “Give it to me,” he ordered, palm open and gaze set on the wet piece of cloth you were using to wipe his own gashes clean.
“Like hell I will,” you pursed your lips, dabbing at the deep cut on his forehead. He clenched his jaw at the stingy feeling of the antiseptic fighting against bacteria, and you found yourself expelling all the oxygen that fit inside your lungs into a sigh of disapproval.
“Look what you've gotten yourself into,” you retorted, adding pressure to the unwanted dip in the flesh to assure that no drop of blood will seep through before you carefully applied the first bandage of the day – or night, given the pitch-black that painted the sky encapsulated behind the frame of your bathroom window.
“This is literally my job, Y/N” he mumbled matter-of-factly. “This is what I do for a living.”
You frowned at him. “Well, you almost didn't have a living to do for anymore,” you replied bitterly, securing another bandage over his bruised skin, this time wrapping the rough material around the fibers of his bicep that had been penetrated by a profound, hideous slash. “This time, you were really close to clocking out for good, Taeil.”
Your tone dropped an octave, words fading out into an echo of realisation. The air fell heavy within your lungs, and you swallowed thickly to make the sensation go away. Your hand hovered in mid-air, cloth just barely clinging onto the tips of your fingers, as your gaze became unfocused and burning with the foreboding flame of unspilled tears. Your breath hitched as you struggled to seal a sob within the cavity of your throat, not wanting to let him know how much the idea of losing him terrified you.
But Taeil was no fool. He noticed your change of state from the way your voice seemed to crack unconsciously at the end of the sentence, your eyes already losing their convergence behind the glossy blanket of ominous anguish. His brows knit with distress, a pain sharper than those of the wounds splitting his heart in shards of misery. He hated seeing you like this, so hurt and troubled by the consequences of the lifestyle he had been forced into as a child. But he couldn't do much, honestly. It was his job, after all. Wrong. It was his inheritance, his destiny. One that he had to fulfill and pass onto his offsprings.
But how could he do that if this very life he was living was the reason of your suffering? Like it or not, his efforts to protect you weren't always a success. And your utter stubbornness that kept you begging to join his missions was also a factor that contributed to your own life being put on the line. Taeil hated it, but he knew there was no other way. You refused to stay at home knowing he was dealing with dangerous affairs, so, more often than not, you found yourself fighting swindlers by his side, even though you'd end up just as bruised and bloody as him. He hated it, really. But how could he stop you from getting hurt? How could he put an end to a torment he himself had dragged you into?
Unless...
He cleared his throat, making you snap out of your sudden sorrow and stare at him with a look so full of hurt that it was sure to imprint itself onto his pupils. He swallowed thickly, fingers tugging at the holes of his ripped jeans to distract himself from the shame he was already starting to feel, even though he had yet to voice out the unpleasant decision that came to mind.
“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, tone weak with uneasiness as he pulled even harder at the fabric of his pants to calm the unwanted tremor of his hands.
You glazed over his figure with a scrutinising look, and it didn't take you long to realise what he was up to.
“Oh hell no,” you snorted angrily. “You are so not breaking up with me on your own birthday.”
He blinked several times, trying to process your words. “H-Huh? How did you–”
“Pfft, look at your face,” your index finger pointed at his visage. “You blame yourself for my carelessness, and you think that getting rid of me will also get rid of my suffering,” you paused to take a sharp breath, filling your lungs with refreshing oxygen before you expelled it out in another string of words.
“Well, bad fucking news, Taeil,” you announced. “Because you breaking up with me would hurt ten thousand times worse than any gash or gun wound that I could ever get whilst joining you in your dirty business.”
He didn't dare lift his gaze, head still hanging low with guilt, as he felt tears of his own threaten to spill. You were quick to notice this, and you tilted his chin upwards with the pad of your forefinger, taking in his deplorable expression before you leaned towards him, planting a chaste kiss on his still-bleeding lip.
Before you could revert to your initial stance, he cupped your face, pulling you into another kiss, one so hungry and passionate that you had to take hold of the sink so as to not lose your balance.
One kiss turned to many, each more eager than the other, and you felt your knees weak under the intoxicating love that was seeping through his lips. You encased his face into the bridge of your palms and, as you exchanged another clash of tongues and moans, you felt a warm liquid trickle down the back of your hand.
You furrowed your brows, pulling away only to find more tears streaming down his face, although, this time, they didn't seem to stem from misery.
“Hey, hey,” you softly whispered, the surface of your thumb wiping away the beads of water. “What happend, Tae, why are you crying?”
He shook his head, a choked-out laugh escaping from his lips. “No reason.”
Your look of concern reflected dissatisfaction with his answer. “What do you mean ‘no reason’? You surely have one,” you pointed out.
He merely shrugged, a sincere smile stretching the slit in his lip, unintentionally drawing a few specks of blood.
“Guess I'm just grateful you are part of my life. Even though I'm always on the verge of losing it.”
“Hello, how can I help you?”
Your smile burned into his mind like a scarlet ember in the ashes, a picture so clear and wholesome, one that he held onto and rememorated with great endearment every time the jet-pack blues kicked in and decided to overtake the tiniest bit of happiness he had left in that trembling soul of his.
“H-Hi...,” he uttered in a timid voice, so quiet that, if it weren't for you incidentally looking at his lips shape around the word, you wouldn't be able to understand it.
You suppressed a chuckle, head tilting to one side to analyse the boy in front of you. Although you've seen him around several times – given that you were the one that would take his order every time he stopped by – you couldn't help but admire his unintentional genuineness. He was really something else, and you didn't mind at all.
He wasn't cocky, that you could guarantee. In fact, he was the most sheepish guy you have encountered in your whole career as a barista – which wasn't wide to begin with, you were just a part-timer that happened to have their shift match with the time span the boy sitting in front of the counter allocated for his daily caffeine-based beverage.
You munched on your bottom lip so as to control the beaming grin that wanted to escape, and your eyes skimmed over his physique, taking in the beautiful details that seemed to charm you, and, therewith, spark a light of interest in your dreamy mind.
His thin hair was dyed grey, as if sampled, with an eye-dropper, straight from the stormy clouds that would take over the sky on a rainy day. His bangs were already too long for him to blink comfortably, so he would sweep them away every two seconds – though you weren't exactly sure if it was the length of his hair or the obvious nervousness that made him thread his fingers through his lead-like locks so god damn often. In any way, you were in no place to complain – this simple action of his made him look a thousand times hotter.
Moving down towards his eyes, you couldn't refrain yourself from simply admiring their beautiful shape and size – they were so big and, although almond-shaped, they would cut at the end in a winged line, offering him the flair of a tiny, adorable kitten. However, the eyeshadow that casted over his lids was in pure contradiction with your previous observation. It made him look more mature, and, oddly, even more masculine than he already was. Somehow, you felt your heart twitch at the thought, but you pushed it away as your gaze progressed downwards, past his amazingly-constructed pyramidal nose, and down to his plump, rose-tinted lips. What drove you crazy about him wasn't the luscious quality of his lips, nor the light-headening thought of how insanely soft they'd feel around yours. Instead, you found yourself dazed by the tiny mole that danced atop his mouth, a detail so cute, but oh-so-intoxicating, inducing, in your head, certain imagines that your brain should not produce about a mere client. Lastly, your eyes shifted towards his slender neck, and you gulped at how proeminent his Adam's apple was.
You didn't want to admit it, but you wouldn't mind wrapping your hand around his neck, thumb padding at the tiny bump that protruded from his seemingly soft skin and moved along every time he spoke, and you also wouldn't mind having your lips melt against his in heated kisses that seemed nothing but prohibited in the current circumstances.
You shook your head to wake yourself up from this exaggerated fantasy, cursing your own mind, in the process, for producing such sinful scenarios that had no place in a coffee shop, and definitely not during work hours.
You cleared your throat. “So, uhm, what should it be?,” you asked innocently, trying to maintain your pristine posture. “The usual?”
He managed a nod of the head, a molecular grin tugging at his lips. His hand dug into the pocket of his checkered, beige coat, grasping around for the leather wallet he had received just today. His birthday.
As you were preparing his drink, you saw him pull out his new acquisition, and your brow arched in interest. “That must be new, right?,” you curiously questioned. “Your old one was made of some other kind of material. And it was brown, just like firewood,” you chuckled.
He responded with a similar giggle, nodding and shaking his wallet as if to emphasise its uniqueness. “Yup, got rid of the old one,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This one's a gift.”
You were already topping his drink with whipping cream when he said that. “Oh?”, you feigned wonder. “For what kind of occasion?”
You could already guess the answer, but it was funnier to hear it from him, especially since you've already noticed a flush of pink creeping up on his cheeks. How adorable, he was getting shy all over again~
“Uh...,” he was definitely becoming more flustered by the second, tugging at the collar of his blouse. “You know...”
Your hand grasped the bottle of caramel topping, and you added a few, careful swirls on top of the whipped cream, popping on the lid once you were done.
Seeing this, he was already counting the money in his wallet to extract the exact sum required for his prefered beverage. You shook your head, picking up a black, permanent marker that laid atop the counter. “Nu-uh,”, your pursed your lips, scribbling on the surface of the cup.
He furrowed his brows, transfixed by your statement. “What do you–”
“This one's on me”, you smiled playfully, handing him the cup. “Happy birthday, Jun~”
Before he even had the chance to protest, his eyes fixed themselves on the cursive writing on the cup. Not only was his name written there, just like the usual, but a newfound information lay black against the plastic. A phone number.
Jun's head shot up in your direction, eyes enlarged with miraculous bewilderment, as his whole body froze in a moment of pure epiphany. His – now dry – lips parted themselves as if dying to voice out his absolute marvel, but no sound managed to slide across his vocal chords in coherent formulations.
None were needed though, as you simply shrugged, hand shifting into the shape of a universal “call me” gesture, leaving Jun frigid in his enthused state, suggested, especially, by the burning crimson that coloured his cheeks in the most delicate, yet alluring way.
ok so uh my grammatical feedback is that for dialogue, the comma goes inside of the quotation marks! so like this: "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Yeonjun stared at her, biting his lip. the comma goes right after the 'about,' not after! hopefully this helped and i hope i didn't offend you or anything!!! this isn't meant to be snobby or anything at all i promise
oh!!! that's definitely a new piece of advice! see, i didn't know that nor did i notice it while reading books in English! i think my only excuse is that Romanian uses dialogue differently, so that's why i had no idea about the placement of the comma. nonetheless, this was really great advice!!! i'll make sure that i use the comma correctly in my future writings. thank you so much for sharing this with me, it was really helpful!!
yo would you be open to grammatical feedback or not? i don't want to be rude and just intrude
of course!!! any kind of feedback is more than welcome!!!!
“just go ask them out,” yeonjun mumbled, striking his friend in the stomach with his elbow. “it's really becoming annoying, you know”
soobin slouched forward by reflex, coughing out a strangled “no way” as he took hold of his hyung's arm for support. “you know i can't do that,” he murmured, gaze shifting to one of the picnic tables out in the school yard, where you were sat, actively chatting with your friends as you dug up into your lunch.
yeonjun rolled his eyes. “and why the hell not? you've been pining for them for a whole year now, aren't you tired of just standing back and hiding your feelings?!”
“well...” soobin scratched at the flesh of his nape, trying to sound out a proper excuse to his hesitation, but even he knew how ridiculous he was acting regarding his long-time crush. but he couldn't help it, honestly, he'd get super nervous every time he'd see you around, and it would become even more difficult to hide his agitation when he'd have to talk to you about school-related stuff. he was aware that he looked like a total loser, but how could he not feel tense around you?
you were way out of his league. a born leader, an ace student, a talented person, and, nonetheless, the most genuine soul he has ever met. and despite his also high credentials, he couldn't help but feel inferior to the perfect vessel that were you.
how could he compete for your heart, given the dreadful circumstances? he felt like even engaging in a conversation with you would downgrade your status, how could he even dream of being with you? he didn't want to give you a bad reputation, he couldn't ruin your perfect image, it wasn't his right to do so.
“oh my god, you're doing it again,” yeonjun groaned, hand clawed in mid-air as if he was restraining from hitting himself in the head with it.
soobin blinked rapidly, focusing his gaze on his friend. “huh? what do you mean?”
“what do you mean what do i–,” the other boy stumbled in frustration. “dude, you're downgrading yourself once again! jesus, just take a look into a mirror, it's so obvious that you think you're not good enough for them–”
soobin barely got the chance to part his lips before yeonjun interposed. “which, by tHE WAY, IS NOT TRUE,” he raised his voice gradually in order to stop his friend from protesting. “so you've really gotta stop with this whole ‘ohh, they're perfect, i'm not’ thing, because you're only hurting yourself.”
soobin exhaled through his pouty lips, head drooping downwards in defeat. “b-but...”
“no buts,” the eldest shook his head in disagreement, “only ‘i'll go there and ask them out once and for all ’'s. got it?”
soobin shrugged in uncertainty, his whole expression painted with a huge lack of confidence. “i don't know about that...”
yeonjun scrutinised him with quite the pissed off look, eyebrow jerking up as he crossed his arms against his chest. “oh, you don't know about that?”, he mocked, voice coated in false surprise. “i keep telling you that you're just as amazing as them, but it seems like it's all in vain.”
the youngest kept his gaze on the ground, too ashamed to glance at his hyung. it seemed like his self-consciousness wasn't taking him anywhere – even worse, it was making even the ones he held dear at heart sigh in high disapproval. but it was so god damn hard, why couldn't yeonjun understand? you weren't just any other person. you were someone that has become very special to soobin, a palpable daydream that, somehow, he was unable to reach no matter how hard he tried. why couldn't yeonjun wrap his mind around this?
“i see”, the eldest spoke, tone suddenly thick with seriousness. “there's no other way to proceed.”
soobin frowned, unsure of his hyung's words. “huh? what do you mean?”
“listen, if you want to keep living in this bubble of yours, fine. but please don't wonder afterwards why you've missed your chance.”
the youngest gulped, heart thumping in slight panic. “hyung, what are you trying to say?”
yeonjun engulfed soobin's tall frame in a subdued glance, hands burying themselves into the pockets of his uniform slacks. his jaw was tense, and his eyes burned with something the youngest couldn't recognise. he had never seen his best friend wear such a grave expression, and he feared anything that was about to follow. did he screw up?
“if you're not going to ask them out, i will. and not on your behalf, soobin.”
and with that, yeonjun turned around on the heels of his shoes and strode towards the table you were currently sitting at, his back straightened into a perfect posture, while a charming, heartthrobing smile tugged at the corners of his plushy lips.
from his bewildered stance, soobin could see the chatter of your friend group die down as yeonjun approached, and your obnoxiously cute laughter morphed itself into a smile of interest as your gaze locked onto the boy in front of you. soobin noticed your brows furrowing for a second as you listened to something yeonjun had to say, and his heart shattered in countless pieces as, not even a second later, you invited his hyung to sit down next to you.
from where he was now standing, yeonjun glanced at his best friend with a look that couldn't translate as anything but a very bitter “i warned you”, a gaze so distasteful that it made soobin bite his tongue and turn around, shielding himself from the others as he felt hot tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
he felt betrayed. betrayed by his own best friend, by the person he trusted the most. betrayed by world, and the Universe, and everything that lay in between.
and, more than anything, he felt betrayed by his own person.
because he did screw up.
“happy birthday, bitch”, you manage through a mouthful of fries, ketchup running down your chin
haechan shot you a look of disgust through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, sipping his coke with an unnecessary amount of noise. “you're making me vomit”
you rolled your eyes, taking a big bite of your hamburger. “look at yourself before you speak, you have salad stuck in your teeth”, you mumbled, pointing at your own mouth to show him where exactly. “and stop wearing sunglasses inside, you're ridiculous”
he stood up from his place on the floor, pushing his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so he could shoot you a proper death gaze. you yawned at his inoffensive threat, shaking him away with a wave of your hand as you continued to munch on your burger.
donghyuck clicked his tongue and walked over to where you were sat, hands dug into the insides of his pockets as he stared down at you.
“don't give me that look”, you retorted unimpressed, removing a tomato slice from your sandwich and placing it down onto the wrapper. “yikes”, you scrunched up your nose while you wiped your fingers clean with the first napkin that came at hand.
“y/n, look at me”, he commanded in a tone so deep and serious it made your pupils contract at the sound, head shifting towards him in a matter of nano seconds.
his gaze was dark, different from any you have seen before, and definitely so uncharacteristic to him. his eyes glazed over your figure with unexpected defiance, a provocative smirk tugging at his plushy lips. “tch, what a brat.”
you furrowed your brows, standing up immediately. “excuse me?!”
“you are excused”, he said unphased.
you blinked several times, trying to convince yourself that this was some sort of fever dream. yet, your best friend was still staring back at you with the same distorted vibe, one that felt so strange and constrasting to everything you knew haechan was.
“what's gotten into you?”, you asked, eyes scrutinising his, desperate to find something that could clarify – or hopefully explain – his behaviour.
he merely shook his shoulders, head dropping to one side as if to offer him a better angle to the view before him, view that happened to be you, red with a hundred shades of anger, revolt and confusion, and a brand new one that donghyuck just couldn't wait to introduce to his best friend.
“guess i've just realised how frustratingly beautiful you are”, he ennounced with the most detached flair, his teeth tugging at the soft skin of his plushy bottom lip.
you gulped, throat dry and burning as you felt the heat rushing up in waves, encouraging your blood to coagulate under the smooth skin of your cheeks. "w-what?!”
“what are you so surprised for?”, he smirked, throwing his sunglasses onto the couch as he stepped closer to you. “do you never look into the mirror?”
you couldn't even form proper words. "i--”
"that's false, and you know it”, he stated with a voice so stable and sure of itself. "we've taken hundreds of selfies. you've seen them. you're beautiful, but you don't want to admit.”
you exhaled the breath you were holding onto, shaking your head. “hyuck, if this is some kind of bad joke, then just get it over with”, you spoke, body already starting to make its way around and away from your best friend.
what you did not expect, though, was for haechan to gently grasp you by the arm and make you stop in your place, leaving you even more baffled than before, but this time also with a heart that was beating way too rapidly, and, weirdly, for the most unknown reasons.
you sighed, frowning at him with an exhaused look. “what do you want, hyuck?”
he wasted no time to answer. ”i want to kiss you, y/n”
you stopped breathing for a second, choking on the oxygen that tried to escape from your lungs. “what!?”, you almost screamed, making him wince at your high-pitched wonder. “you must be kidding me, hyuck”
“i'm very serious, y/n”, he declared with utmost deadpan.
your eyebrows knit in bewilderment, not wanting to consider the information you have just received. “no, you're not”, you tried to retort, “this must be a prank”
the hand that was clasped around your arm made its way, agonisingly slow, towards the small of your back, pushing you gently and flush against his chest.
“only that it's not”, he whispered, dangerously close to your face, and you couldn't do much but to slowly give in to the temptation, your own hands grasping at the tense muscles of his biceps.
“donghyuck, i--”, you tried to hang onto the last string of rationality, but the way his warm breath tickled your parted lips made your knees buckle and heart pulse faster inside your heaving chest.
he caressed your back, the darkness of his eyes gone and replaced by a softness you'd recognise in your best friend only when he would see a cute puppy, eat his favourite food, or when he'd passionately talk about the things he loved. this was the first time he looked at you like this. or was it? has this mellow gaze of his gone unnoticed, way too often overlooked by the platonic feelings you were trying to keep for him? how come you have never noticed his intentions? were they so subtle you couldn't catch on to them? or did you just shake them off and tag them as mere amical displays of affection? who was this donghyuck you could not recognise? and why were you absolutely dying to explore him?
“i'll kiss you only if you're okay with it”, he spoke softly, fingers tracing the edge of your jawline before cupping your whole cheek.
you inhaled an unhealthy amout of air before managing a nod.
“words, y/n”, he warned, thumb glazing over the soft skin of your face. “i need words, y/n”
you closed your eyes for a second, trying to calm the unnerving pulsation of your heart. your fingers dug themselves into the fabric of his blazer, as if the mere proof of physical stability could somehow appease your nervousness. you nodded again, tracing your tongue over your lips to let the word of affirmation flow out smoothly.
“yes”, you repeated shyly, before allowing donghyuck to close the gap between the two of you in a kiss that, for sure, would bring damnation to your whole friendship.
✧・゚: *:・゚✧* boyfriend snaps and texts w/ seungmin and jeongin *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
[12:13 PM] Seungmini: hey princess, how are you? [12:13 PM] Seungmini: i miss you lots... jeongin too... i wish you could’ve come with us on the trip, but we both know you are very busy with school... [12:14 PM] Seungmini: i know you are very hard working and ambitious, but please take care of yourself, princess... drink lots of water and get the necessary amount of rest!! [12:15 PM] Seungmini: i really wish this could’ve been a trip for all three of us... jeongin and i really want to hug you so badly :(( [12:15 PM] Seungmini: sure i’ll kiss him good night and of course i’ll be the big spoon, but it would’ve been nice if you were sandwiched between us, you’re so warm :(( <3 [12:16 PM] Seungmini: sorry for sending you so many messages, you’re probably in class, but we’re just having lunch and we really miss you :(( [12:16 PM] Seungmini: Let’s face time tonight!! jeongin and i could sing you lullabies to help you fall asleep!! <3 [12:16 PM] Seungmini: oof!! gotta go!! see ya later, princess!! [12:17 PM] Seungmini: love ya!! - s & j
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[10:45 A.M] “I think I might be in love with you”, he confessed, his voice barely a whisper, the rebound of his vocal chords disguised even more by the fact that he was staring down at the floor, body compressed into itself as he leaned against the locker. His eyes were transfixed on a certain spot on the ground, pupils shaking with anxiety in a rhythm complimented only by the harsh tremor of his hands. The rush of red that scattered across his cheeks made him feel like he was sitting in a sauna, not on the empty hallway of his highschool, and the fact that you were standing right in front of him wasn’t of great help either.
Your eyebrows jolted with wonder, arms crossing against your chest. “Oh? Even though I am a senior?”
He lifted his gaze just slightly, and, although still timid, he managed a nod of the head. His breath was uneven, chest rising and dropping with every gulp of air, and you felt bad for him. You didn’t want to come off as scary or intimidating, but, at the same time, you couldn’t help but melt on the inside at how adorable he looked in his sheepiness.
“Won’t you be sad when I’ll graduate and leave for college?”, you asked sincerely, knowing that you had to make him aware of the current circumstances.
Once again, he found himself unable to speak, shaking his head as an answer to your inquiry. Although he tried to be as honest as possible, you could see a blaze of sadness glazing his expression — furrowed eyebrows, big, almond-shaped eyes that seemed more watery than usual, the corners of his plushy lips that tugged down into a deplorable pout.
It was obvious that he hasn’t fully resigned with the idea of you being somewhere far away from him, but he did not want to give up on you. It took him so long to reach this very moment… all those days he saw you pass by him on the hallways, the way his heart strained and fluttered with feelings he could barely understand, the dizziness of this whole charade of puppy, innocent love… He knew that if he were to let you go without even trying, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
You, on the other side, knew that you had nothing to lose by pursuing the crush that you, too, had on Huening Kai, possibly the cutest sophomore that you have ever met. What could people make of it? The age gap between the two of you was merely two years. You knew plenty of couples in your highschool with the same difference of age. What could they laugh about? That he was the younger one? So what? If you two were to hold hands on the street, people wouldn’t even notice. He’s taller than you anyway. You would love to be able to hug him, to kiss him all over the face, and gush about how cute he is.
So what was holding you back as well? The fact that, in less than a year, you were to leave for college? The fact that distance may break your bond? Or were you scared that he might fall for someone else in your absence? Was he afraid of the very same things? Was this why the both of you have hesitated so much to confess?
But these worries were all in vain. Huening Kai, the crush you did not want to admit you had, was standing right in front of you, his feelings already outed and exposed, and you did nothing but sit right there like an idiot, asking stupid questions instead of just admitting to your mutual sentiments towards him.
You sighed, threading your fingers through your hair. “I’ll ask again, just to make sure”, you began, wanting to draw his attention towards you. His eyes fixed on yours, a sharp breath filling his chest with oxygen. “Okay, so, please answer honestly, Kai. Can you do that for me?”. He nodded.
“Good. So, again, will you be sad when the time comes for me to go to college?”
He straightened his back, his nostrils intaking another long string of air. “No.”
Your expression faded a bit, and you didn’t know if it was relief or disappointment that you felt.
He noticed the change in your figure, and he hurriedly shook his head, eyes filled with panic. “N-No! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant– well, you see…”, he was getting shy all over again, his nails scratching at the skin of his nape. “A-Actually, I meant that I’ll most probably visit you…”, he stuttered, a bashful smile plastered on his face.
Your own expression lit up, and your first instinct was to cup his face into your warm hands, and squish his cheeks together as you pulled him closer to you. He blinked rapidly, hands stuck in mid-air from the shock, and unknowing of where to place themselves. You chuckled light-heartedly, staring into his eyes with endless tenderness, as your lips inched closer to his.
You could see his Adam’s apple bob with a silent gulp, and he traced his tongue over his lips, as he felt them way too dry than they actually were. The oxygen in his lungs hitched to a stop when the gap between the two of you consisted now of mere milimetres, and he could feel your own minty breath tickling the flushed skin of his face. His hands finally settled on the small of your back, trembling with emotion, just like the heart that was booming like crazy in the cavity of his ribcage, and you couldn’t help but beam with so much pure adoration for the boy in front of you.
“A-Are we going to kiss or–”, he stuttered, voice so breathy with emotion that it almost made you squeal.
An amused smile made its way across your face, and you giggled against his flushed skin as you pecked him on the cheek. You pulled away slowly, winking at him with innocent cunningness.
“Maybe after you take me on a date, Huening Kai”
today is my bday and it was supposed to be a happy day but everything got ruined. i just need to forget everything that happened by tomorrow, cause i'm having my graduation ceremony and i want it to be a joyful moment, not a happening drowned in sorrow
【 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 】
‘Stay away from me, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧, I think you’ve done enough.’
The smirk that teased the corners of his lips hid devilish intentions. ‘Oh, did I?’, he questioned in false astonishment, eyebrows corked up to highlight his feigned wonder. ‘Or am I just getting closer to the truth?’
You gulped, your jaw tense with so much anger that you felt like it might snap in two. Your heart boomed against the restraints of your ribcage like the ill-foreboding rhythm of a funerary song, dread washing over you in unsufferable waves that left you grasping for air. The tremble of your hands had become so severe that you had to dig your fingers into the pockets of your jacket, tugging at the insides to put an end to the unwanted tremor that had now begun to take over your whole body.
‘What is it?’, he dared with a sinfully forged innocence, but oh-so-taunting that you felt like you might pop a vein. ‘Are you afraid? Afraid that I might discover something not so nice about your pretty little past?’
A sharp breath filled your lungs, slicing at their tissue when you spoke with unconcealed hatred. ‘You are nothing without your testimonies, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧. The way you twist them is disgusting, and, please, let us not talk about how much your cross-examinations lack in mercy. They are, at the very least, sprouted from the devil’s seeds themselves. Just like you.’
An ironic puff protruded from his rosy lips. ‘Funny that you decided to bring up this subject, Y/N’. He crossed his arms, engaging in a defiant posture, accompanied, especially, by his unforgiving gaze that you couldn’t help but depise with your whole being. ‘Because here’s the thing, I only have one wish in this endless Universe – a testimony. One so awful, so vile, and so accusing that the whole Court finds itself turned upside down by a mere series of very unfortunate words.’
His eyes gloomed dark with maliciousness, the ghost of a vengeful smile tugging at the muscles of his face.
‘The testimony of my dreams is the one that will prove you guilty.’