[buttersmama]

Reader losing their memories after an accident, while traveling back home they come across a stranger Unaware that he isn't a stranger

First of all ew, second of all, written in first person also angsty (so hard to write in first person!)

Old ver. (Do not check it out) no prns mentioned

The train journey homeward had a surreal quality, a tale unfolding in the rhythmic clatter of wheels against tracks. It all began with the revelation of where home was, and my family's promise to pick me up at the station. However, the ordinary ride took an unexpected turn when a stranger, eyes glistening with tears, settled beside me.

For the first half-hour, silence reigned between us, an unspoken understanding that belied the usual script of fleeting encounters. There was an inexplicable warmth in the air, a feeling that this stranger was more than just a passerby. The urge to break the silence tugged at my heart, a desire to understand why this person felt different from the usual forgettable faces.

As time passed, the silence persisted. It wasn't until the stranger's head rested on my shoulder, in a cliche yet oddly endearing moment, that I truly felt the weight of the encounter. My heart raced, my mind swirled with conflicting thoughts, and I hesitated – should I acknowledge the unspoken intimacy or maintain a respectful distance?

His rhythmic breaths, the subtle tickle of his hair, and the unexpected comfort of his presence enveloped me. Despite the initial awkwardness, I found solace in the shared warmth. The train became a cocoon of introspection, the outside world blurred by the enigma of this stranger who, for some reason, felt like a missing piece of a puzzle I didn't know existed.

Then, as if scripted by fate, he nuzzled his head into me, and a quiet calm settled. It was in that moment, amidst the soft hum of the train, that I drifted into sleep. When I awoke, something shifted – a tender kiss on my forehead. Startled, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me with a mix of melancholy and affection.

"I'm sorry you had to forget, but I'll always remember you, my love," he whispered, leaving me bewildered and emotionally stirred. The weight of those words lingered, a poignant farewell that left me grappling with a sense of loss even before he left the train.

In a sudden burst of determination, I decided to follow him, to grasp at the ephemeral connection that seemed to defy explanation. The doors closed, sealing the separation, and an unfamiliar name escaped my lips – "Jun!" He turned, our eyes locked, and in that split second, the train accelerated, tearing him away from me.

The platform became a stage for an unfulfilled drama, Jun running alongside the moving train, an apology silently mouthed. And just like that, he was gone. Leaving me all alone, once again.

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You're telling me I'm supposed to be looking at this fictional man and I'm NOT supposed to want to tenderly kiss his face and neck and tell him how pretty and wonderful he is??? cruel

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Can we say kdj and move awn

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Guys help me write my personal statement 😭

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PLAYING GAMES

Jun needs his boyfriend to pay attention to him and him only so he does exactly that

yj kissing yn to shut him up (just fluff, gamer bf yn)

Old ver.

“babe I’m home!” yeonjun’s sudden entrance in the room disrupted the serene atmosphere, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. The affectionate announcement of his return immediately piqued yn’s interest. The familiar voice that had the power to melt his heart like butter filled the room, and yn couldn’t help but smile, even when he was preoccupied with his game.

The warm inviting aroma of the takeout wafted with yeonjun, and yn knew jun has brought a little treat for them. As yeonjun continued to talk and yn hummed in response, it was evident to yn that his boyfie was in the mood for cuddles and soft kisses. However, his attention remained steadfastly on the game, continuing to play, virtual world demanding more and more of his immediate focus.

Yeonjun being the clingy boyfriend he is, didn’t take yn’s preoccupation as a deterrent. Yeonjun makes his way over to yn, wrapping his arms around the gamer, effectively interrupting his game flow. Sliding the headphone past yn’s ear, yeonjun whispers his wish. “cuddle with me, yn” a plea- perhaps.

Yn couldn’t resist as his smile widened at the endearing antic of his boyfriend but couldn’t weaver from his game. “of course, jun, but let me finish this round real quick, okay?” yn, bargained. His priority at the moment was still his game but he knew he’d do anything to make it up to jun soon.

Yeonjun, who typically would respect yn’s gamming time, seemed to be in a playful mood. He was determined to grab his lover’s attention and affection. So, yeonjun commenced with his master plan of showering yn with kisses all over his face, even as yn tried to focus on the screen.

“junnie, not now please” yn whined as his character took a particularly heavy hit, shifting around in attempt to maintain his line of sight. But yeonjun wasn’t the one who gave up easily. And decided to take a seat on yn’s lap, making it even more challenging for yn to concentrate on his game.

As yeonjun’s lips continued to seek the other’s, yn had no choice but the give in momentarily and reciprocate with a kiss. However, the gamer boy’s will remain unshaken, and he returned his attention to the screen, much to yeonjun’s dismay.

“stay sill now, please” yn implored, hoping to regain his focus. Yeonjun complied, resting his head in the crook of yn’s neck, his breath tickling yn ever so slightly. Yeonjun wasn’t content with that though, determined in his quest for attention, he began to tickle the latter, yn let out a wheeze struggling to concentrate.

Yeonjun’s plan finally worked as yn’s in game character met his demise, yn pouted, casting an exasperated look at the culprit responsible for his in-game misfortune. As a revenge tactic, yn remained silent, simply sitting there with folded arms, not uttering a word.

Yeonjun the master of playful tactics on his achievement of his goal, pulls yn up, making their way to the shared bed. “finally, I have you all to myself!”

Yn couldn’t help but voice his disappointment at losing the game, “but jun, I was so close!” he whined, not willing to let the topic slide.

Yeonjun, instead of offering words, silences yn with a kiss. It was his way of saying ‘I don’t want to hear your complaints’.

When they pulled apart, yn was found with a fond smile latched upon his features despite his previous displeasure. “you can’t just kiss my complaints away, jun” yn teased, affection evident for his junnie.

“really? It certainly doesn’t seem that way,” yeonjun replied amused, before going in for another kiss capturing yn’s lips just as quickly as he had conquered his heart before. The food brought in earlier was now long forgotten, left untouched.

Certainly had fun rewriting one of my fav fic of all time !

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HERO?

Yn the infamous villain comes back from the dead with a surprise?!

The public frets about their hero's (taehyun) wellbeing but are met with disappointment

—very short, taehyun's name is mentioned like in the very last line(?)

The black screen flickered on, forcing the public to stop in their tracks to observe the unusual occurrence. The illuminated screen depicted the infamous villain- yn. The cheers that were being sung in the victory of their beloved ‘hero’ seconds ago were now silent pleas for help. Just seconds ago, they had witnessed the downfall of the notorious man so why no- how was he still alive?

“hey now,” the villain broke the silence, his voice booming through the sound system. “what happened to all the joy? Aw aren’t you all happy to see me healthy and alive?”

His words hung heavily in the air, a chilling reminder that their worst fears had not been realized. The city had believed they had finally triumphed over the menace that was YN, but his return shattered their illusions and sent shockwaves of terror through the crowd.

The villain laughed in their faces, mocking them not even bothering to hide how he reveled in their disbelief.

“come on now, surely you all can’t be this surprised.” He rested his face on the palm of his hand, tilting his head ever so slightly. “there’s no way I’d ever go down that easily that too in front of the public?” he says rolling his eyes.

A second passes by, and the thumping heartbeats of the citizens only seem to accelerate. The villain turns his head to the darkness behind him, muttering something under his breath causing an uproar of curiosity to wash over everyone.

Yn faces the camera back again, tutting. “I know you all are just dying to know how I did it, and as much as i'd love to take all the credit, I can’t.” he continues, pursing his lips at the end.

Hushed whispers spread like wildfire once again, some questioning about their hero’s whereabouts and well being while the others deciphering about what yn meant.

A wide smile finds its way to yn, playful glint evident on his features. “you all seem to have fun talking among yourselves, leaving me all alone” yn says with a pout— teasing.

“let me give you all a surprise tho!”

Yn swivels the camera to a corner of the room, a shadowed face gets caught, barely visible. “damn you, yn. When will you ever listen to what I say?” the shadow says.

As the voice crackles through the speakers, the crowd tenses at the familiar tone and enunciation. There was absolutely no way. The citizens couldn’t believe their ears or rather didn’t want to believe the reality unfolding before them.

The villain adjusted the light, the few rays shining on the person’s face revealed the face of their beloved hero. Standing with arms crossed as his face adorned a disinterested look. The audience gasped at the revelation once again, feeling utterly betrayed.

Yn’s face pops back again leaning on the hero’s shoulder, his expression not hiding any of his delight. “guess even your hero prefers me over you all. Right hyunnie?” yn asks eyes wide.

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CRIMSON VEIL

Crazy obsessed fan recreates his favourite author's murder scenes from his book (choi yeonjun referred to as Daniel hunter- his pen name)

Warnings: obsession, murder, gore, demonic symbols (mention), hurting please proceed with caution!!

choi yeonjun, known to the world as Daniel Hunter, had always been captivated by the mind of darkest villains. He reveled in fabricating tales of murder mysteries, weaving intricate webs of intrigue and suspense that kept his readers yearning for more. His books were celebrated, his storytelling skills praised, and his pseudonym became synonymous with the chilling tales.

To say that Yn was fascinated with Daniel’s works would be a colossal understatement. He didn’t merely read the novels, he consumed them with an insatiable hunger. Yn dissected every page, every sentence, and every word with meticulous precision. He unearthed hidden meanings and reveled in the artistry behind each murder scene.

For Yn, these were not just books, They were sacred texts, and Daniel Hunter was his literary deity. His admiration for the author knew no bounds. Yn’s room had been transformed into a shrine dedicated to Daniel’s work. Every inch was plastered with crime scene photos, excerpts from the novels, and handwritten notes analyzing the meticulous details of each murder.

It was an obsession that bordered on madness, a testament to the profound impact Daniel’s writing had on his life. Late at night, while the world slept, Yn delved into the depths of darkness. He tirelessly studied criminal psychology, immersing himself in the minds of the killers depicted in the novels. Yn was relentless in his quest to understand the darkest corners of the human psyche, the very places where Daniel drew his inspiration.

All to make Daniel’s ‘art’ as yn considered, come to life.

In “Crimson Veil,” Daniel Hunter had penned a scene that sent chills down the spines of his readers. The murder was a macabre dance of violence, meticulously detailed in the pages of his novel. The room, depicted in hauntingly vivid language, was cloaked in shadows, save for a single source of light casting eerie crimson hues. On the bloodstained carpet, a lifeless figure lay, their pallid face twisted in eternal anguish. The walls bore cryptic symbols and menacing graffiti, seemingly whispering the secrets of the deranged killer. The weapon, a gleaming knife, lay beside the lifeless body, its blade still wet with fresh blood. Crimson splatters adorned the walls, ceilings, and even the once-pristine windowpane, turning the scene into a nightmarish canvas of death and despair.

Yn, had recreated the exact murder scene from the pages of “Crimson Veil.” The parallels were uncanny, the similarities unsettling. In the real world, a lifeless body lay, the room cloaked in the same shadows and eerie crimson lighting. The walls were adorned with the same cryptic symbols and menacing graffiti, as if Yn had plucked them from the pages of the novel. The weapon, a gleaming knife, lay beside the lifeless body, its blade still wet with fresh blood. Even the crimson splatters adorned the walls, ceilings, and windowpane, as if Yn had taken Daniel’s words as gospel, breathing life into the darkest corners of fiction.

The distinction between creator and re-creator, fiction and reality, had blurred beyond recognition. Yn had, with eerie precision, made Daniel’s ‘art’ come to life, and the line that separated the two worlds had become an abyss of obsession and darkness.

It all started with an online forum where the admin, an avid fan of crime fiction, talked about how the new murder case had a striking resemblance to Daniel’s “Crimson Veil.” The post drew the attention of fellow enthusiasts who were quick to note the eerie parallels between the real-world crime and the fictional murder meticulously crafted by the author.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the virtual community, with users dissecting the similarities in chilling detail. They combed through the descriptions in “Crimson Veil” and compared them to the grisly details emerging from the murder investigation. The alignment was uncanny—the shadows, the bloodstains, the cryptic symbols—all bore a striking resemblance to Daniel’s haunting prose.

After a few weeks had passed since the horrifying murder, the police force had made efforts to assure the public about their safety. It was a strategy to provide a semblance of security, even if the reality was far more unsettling. The public, in their quest for comfort, clung to the notion of safety, accepting the reassuring words of the authorities. Ignorance, in this case, was indeed bliss.

It was in this atmosphere, when the initial shock had given way to cautious relief, that Daniel decided to make an announcement. He had delayed a fan meeting that was originally scheduled to take place, blaming the circumstances surrounding the murder.

The announcement was met with a mixed response. Some fans were understanding, appreciating his consideration for the timing. Others, however, felt a lingering unease, a reminder of the unsettling connection between his work and the real-world horrors that had unfolded. As the date for the fan meeting drew closer, the anticipation and trepidation among his fans and the public grew, creating an atmosphere tinged with both excitement and lingering fear.

Yn, the fan whose obsession with Daniel’s work had taken a chilling turn, closely followed every move of his idol. When he learned of the announcement for the delayed fan meeting, his reaction was a complex blend of emotions, a sinister concoction of excitement, anticipation, and the darkness of his own obsession.

The news sent shivers of eagerness down Yn’s spine. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now it was within reach. The thought of finally meeting the author face-to-face, of being in his presence, was intoxicating. Yn’s mind raced with the possibilities, the conversations they could have, the connection he believed was destined to be.

The day of the fan meeting had arrived, and for most attendees, it was a day of excitement and anticipation. They gathered in a large, well-lit hall, where Daniel would soon make an appearance to meet his adoring fans. The atmosphere was electric, buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the eager rustling of novels and merchandise.

Among the crowd, Yn stood at the forefront, his demeanor a stark contrast to the fanfare around him. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes locked on the entrance where Daniel would soon appear. Yn’s excitement was palpable, but it was a sinister kind of excitement, one that spoke of a deeper, darker devotion.

As Daniel finally walked onto the stage to thunderous applause, Yn’s heart raced. The moment had come, the moment he had been waiting for, not as a fan seeking an autograph but as a disciple, ready to claim his place.

The fan meeting proceeded, with fans asking questions, sharing their love for the author, and relishing the chance to be in his presence. Yn, too, had questions, but his were laced with a intense curiosity.

As Yn sat down in front of his idol, he carefully handed his cherished copy of ‘Crimson Veil’ to Daniel. The author, with his characteristic sweet smile, graciously accepted the book. It was a gesture that sent Yn’s heart racing, a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins.

Yn couldn’t help but stammer out his admiration, “Mr. Hunter, your work means everything to me. Meeting you is like a dream come true.”

Daniel, though surprised by the intensity in Yn’s voice, replied with a gentle nod and a soft-spoken, “I’m so glad to hear that. It’s the support of readers like you that keeps me going.”

The moment stretched, a palpable tension in the air as their eyes met. Yn’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as his eyes began to wonder finding the correct words, “Your writing is so… inspiring. It’s like you’ve taken the darkest corners of my mind and put them on paper.”

Daniel, though unsettled, managed a faint smile, “I’m fascinated by the human psyche. It’s what drives my storytelling.”

Yn’s heart raced at the gesture his hands moved on their own as if they possessed free will of their own grasping the writer's hand. The audience gasped in response, but Yn paid no mind to their reactions. He was entranced, his focus consumed entirely by the man sitting before him.

Daniel’s smile, once sweet and welcoming, now bore a hint of curiosity and uncertainty. He had encountered enthusiastic fans before, but Yn’s intensity was unlike anything he had experienced and that scared him.

Then, as the fan meeting drew to a close, Yn couldn’t resist one final, chilling moment. He whispered, his voice barely above a breath, “Oh, Daniel, how I would kill for your next book.”

A chill ran down Daniel's spine, his eyes meeting Yn’s.

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Kim dokja is my first love

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I will be rewriting my old fics I think are cringy (after my exams)

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Gonna go sleep and do all the necessary linking work tom morning gn bbgs

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Impromptu update on conventus cordis!!

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CHAPTER 6 (738 words)

It was just an ordinary fleeting moment in yn’s monotonous life much less significant than those times he’d find himself with Beomgyu. Ah, Beomgyu again. It seems like yn would often find himself reminiscing about the other which honestly confused yn. Why? Would be the question every time.

At the very mention of the question, yn would shut down the thought of it, he didn’t want to ponder about how’s and what’s of his relationship with Beomgyu. Yes, at the initial stages, yn did consider Beomgyu as his rival maybe he does now as well or maybe he doesn’t. yn himself didn’t know.

But this evening, yn let his thoughts run free as he followed after them navigating and trusting his own thoughts to fetch him an answer. On the way back home from his academy, yn leaned his head against the window pane, as Seo ji won’s gather my tears played in the background- a song yn held close to his heart.

On his journey to look for answers, yn came across every moment he shared with Beomgyu, why? The question echoed back to him. Yn thought that the close proximity they were subjected to in these past weeks have been a reason yn had started seeing Beomgyu in a different light.

 At first the mere idea of collaborating Beomgyu seemed like a hectic task to yn. Believe me or not, yn was a very stubborn person, the only reason no one else seemed to notice it would be because yn was proficient in masking things about himself, his desires and his fears. Wanting to be the perfect role model for his fellow classmen and the upcoming students, yn made this fake persona of himself.

Faking himself since the past two years. After all this “fake” yn was much more likeable than the stubborn- mulish yn; his friends, family hell- even Beomgyu started to warm up to him! And that made yn feel miserable. Why? He finds himself asking again.

Why had he chosen to wear this mask? Why did he fear revealing his true self to the world? And most importantly, why did he feel miserable about being liked for the person he pretended to be?

A particular memory stood out to yn.

It was a rainy night and yn was soaked from head to toe and he was sure mother was about to scold him again about how getting drenched in the rain would make him fall behind amongst his peers. At that age didn’t understand why his mother would fuss over such trivial things.

Scared of his mother’s scolding, yn found himself stalling his trip home, yn made his way to a convenience store primarily for warmth and shelter from the pouring rain. Yn remembered it vividly, after all this was the very place where yn had for the first time ever- fell in love.

To think yn would fall for a person he just met- heck even had just laid his eyes on was not only foolish on his part but outrageous as well. Oh, but how could he not fall for those prying eyes that glanced at him from the moment yn stepped into the store.

Yn still wonders if he fell in love with the person who beheld such eyes or the eyes themselves. It was as if the time had graciously slowed down in his favor, allowing him to experience a fragment of eternity. Of course, as all pretty things come to an end, this moment had too as well.

The boy passed yn along with an adult, yn wanted to know more, more about the person- the boy with such pretty eyes. He wondered if the face hidden behind the back was as pretty as his eyes? Or was the boy merely a vessel for those entrancing orbs that had captured Yn's heart. Despite the rain outside, the warmth in his chest persisted, and he couldn't help but steal another glance at the boy as he passed by with an adult.

As these moments find themselves back to yn and yn wonders why? Why did this particular memory of his first love resurfaced his mind. Then it struck him, maybe because he potentially forgot about the pretty boy as he grew up, yn failed to realize sooner that the one that had captivated his heart long ago was none other than Beomgyu.

Oh.

Oh. how cruel fate can be.

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A/n: oh em gee!! Did yall notice any changes in my writing style? YES! I tried out this totally different poem-esque dreamy type of writing and I think it captures how yn feels in this chapter.

What do you all think of it was my previous writing better or this one although i already may know the answer to this!

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Not gonna upload anything for my beomgyu fic! I hv my mid terms starting soon so taking a break until the 10th of the next month

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Rival actors to lovers au Who tho?

yeonbabe

gyu

soobie boobie

king tae

hyuka

Voting ended onOct 21, 2023

[bowlofsoob]

mr. oblivious

The entire staff at the new school you work at consistently attempt at getting you and another rather aloof teacher, Choi Soobin, together after witnessing you interact quite often. The catch is that you both are married, and none of the staff have figured it out, yet.

choi soobin x gender neutral reader

established relationship, married, teachers au

wc: 2.7k words

It took about three weeks at your new job for you to notice something was going on with your co-workers, and your students as well to top it off. It was as if they were all in on some inside joke you weren’t a part of, or perhaps the center of it. But that might just be your own insecurities about being the newest teacher at this school.

You had recently been laid off as a literature teacher after working at the same high school for a few years due to lack of budget to support the creative arts.

So, instead of educating high schoolers, you deemed it would be much better to teach a group of younger kids, much easier and stress free. After a couple of weeks you had gotten a job as the Art teacher at the very school your husband worked at thanks to his recommendation. Everyone there was very accepting of you and you felt right at home, for a while at least.

It was much different then being a literature professor for older kids, now you got to do finger painting for a living. And even though your English degree was collecting dust, (you shed a tear at this every night), you were actually enjoying your time teaching for once. Little children were much more bearable than high schoolers. There were no love triangles you had to deal with, kids giving handjobs under the desks, or getting paper planes thrown at you. The most drama that ever happened in your elementary classes was when Haerin wouldn’t share the red crayons with anyone.

Well, you were enjoying it. Past tense.

Ever since you ended up catching teachers and students halting their whispers when you walked by you’ve been rather uneasy.

You brought it up to Soobin during dinner one night and the other male merely shrugged, but that one was on you though. Soobin didn’t interact with any of his co-workers unless he absolutely had to. It was a surprise he was a favorite teacher among the students, unbeknownst to you it was because the children found the male handsome and his teaching style atrocious.

You were surprised to learn none of your co-workers had even held a coherent conversation with Soobin, despite him working there for much of his career. So when Beomgyu, one of the school’s music teachers, let out a gasp at seeing Soobin sitting beside you in the staff room, he was taken aback. Soobin never went out of his way to make new friends, it seems he was content with the little to no socializing he did in college and called it a day.

“So, what’s your secret?” Beomgyu sang, sidling up next to you as he poured himself a cup of coffee, “How’d you get the ever so quiet Soobin to talk to you for longer than a minute?”

“What are you on about?” you chuckled, taking a tentative sip of the hot beverage, you didn’t want to burn your tongue again, it had ruined your entire week last time, “I just talk?”

Beomgyu and you quickly clicked upon your moving careers, there was something calming about the constant chitter chatter that left his mouth. Although, it was also a little annoying at times. Like right now.

“Last time I did that he just glared at me,” Beomgyu dramatically sighed, “Maybe he has his eyes on you.”

“Ooh, are we talking about SoobinYn?” Hueningkai grinned, the actual English teacher, walking into the staff room.

“What the hell is SoobinYn?” you questioned, growing uncomfortable, why was everyone obsessing over you and Soobin? Was this their way of welcoming you?

“I’m going to exit this conversation now,” you mumbled, turning around when you bumped into the other half of said conversation.

And to your horror, a little splash of his coffee landed on the other male.

A collective gasp was heard from the staff room, preparing themselves for the ever so aloof male to lash out. Last time Yeonjun spilled his drink on Soobin the dark-haired male had the entire staff shaking in their seats.

“Careful,” Soobin mumbled, catching his arm on your shoulder to steady you before making his way past you to make himself a cup of coffee, not batting an eye as he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at it to lessen the soak.

“Fuck, sorry,” you immediately apologized, grabbing the napkin from Soobin and placing your mug down, “Do you want my jacket?”

“It’s fine,” Soobin assured, picking up your mug and handing it back to you before grabbing his own mug that was now full and leaving the room, but not before patting your waist fondly on his way out.

You made sure to pointedly ignore Beomgyu and Hueningkai’s loud snickers as you hurriedly left the room.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Everyone’s intentions became clear when you overheard your own students conversing about you. The utter betrayal.

You were running a little late to your class that afternoon after a lively student had spilled glitter on you earlier that morning, you spent a good five minutes scrubbing it off your hands in the staff bathroom before making your way back to class. You had left your classroom door ajar in a hurry to leave, which made it easy for you to eavesdrop on your students when you heard Soobin’s name spoken for the nth time that day.

“I saw them eating lunch in Sir Soobin’s room the other day when I went to get my backpack!” Hyein insisted, a lollipop hanging halfway out of her mouth as the group that had gathered around her table eagerly nodded along to her story, “I think they like-like each other!”

“Like-like?” Haerin drawled out, tapping her chin, “That’s very serious.“

“We should make them be a couple!” Sunoo giggled, clapping his hands, “Teacher Y/n is very nice! Mister Soobin is not good enough for them but it’s okay.”

So this was what your coworkers were giggling about, they thought that you and Soobin were pining for each other. Which wasn’t necessarily untrue, but had Soobin really not mentioned being married even once?

Truth be told, you never wore your ring to school, you didn’t want any paint or glitter to get stuck between the diamonds and have to pay to get it cleaned, but did Soobin really leave his ring at home too? Seems even Mathematics teachers were prone to disasters via children.

“Alright, back to your respected tables, please,” you greeted as you made your way back into class, ignoring the exuberant glances the children gave you. “Valentines is coming up this week, how about we make little cards for your friends?”

“Or boyfriends,” Sunoo giggled behind his hands as the class shrieked in laughter. You merely patted him on the head and sighed. Today was going to be quite the long day.

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“—I say we send Y/n a Valentine in Soobin’s name, we all know he won’t do it himself!” Beomgyu rebuked, pointing an accusatory finger at Yeonjun.

“Shouldn’t we give him the benefit of the doubt!” Yeonjun huffed in response, “They’re clearly into one another.”

“You got it all wrong, Y/n will make the first move and we should allow them to do so,” Taehyun, the school’s gym teacher, drawled, tapping his finger on his chin. “I believe they will ask Soobin out on Valentine’s!”

“Are you guys chatting about me again?” you deadpanned, already backing out of the room, but your back ran into something, or rather someone.

“Clumsy as always,” Soobin murmured, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you out of the way, “What are you idiots looking at?” he questioned, glaring at Beomgyu who was stifling a laugh.

“You never come in here, I should be interrogating you!” Yeonjun defended, hands on his hips.

“Lunch,” Soobin dryly stated, reverting back to his one word answers, and handed a bag to you, “You said you were craving Chinese earlier.”

The familiar smell of fried rice wafted through the room as you peered inside the bag, “You remembered? Thank you.”

Soobin hummed, turning to leave the staff room and hermit himself in his classroom once again.

The moment he left all hell broke loose.

“SEE! I knew Soobin would make a move!”

“But it’s not Valentine’s yet! Y/n still has a chance!"

“We should just lock them up at this rate, this is getting frustrating.”

You clutched the bag tightly and walked out the room, ignoring the shouts questioning the nature of you and Soobin’s relationship that your coworkers shot behind you.

______ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Soobin?” you called out, knocking on the door as you opened it, which took away the action’s purpose but you were impatient.

Said male looked up from where he was typing and gave you a glance before averting his eyes back, humming to show he was listening.

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked, shutting the door behind you as you pulled up one of the students’ chairs to sit beside Soobin, leaning back into it as Soobin gestured to his half finished take out box.

“Everyone thinks you and I have a crush on each other,” you blurted, leaning your chin on your palm as you watched Soobin work, watching how his nimble fingers came to a stop at your words.

“A crush?” Soobin repeated, turning to face you, “What? That’s childish.”

“They don’t know we’re married!” you huffed, “Did you not tell them? Where’s your ring?”

“It never came up,” Soobin mused, “Last time I wore my ring I took it off to help a teacher out and when I came back the kids were tossing it, so I started leaving it at home.”

“Oh, it seems they’ve never seen us with our rings,” you frowned, causing Soobin to spin on his chair to face you, an amused smile on his face.

“They just can’t believe I managed to make you mine,” Soobin shrugged, chuckling at the immediate shove you sent to his shoulder.

“Stop trying to be corny,” you smiled, reaching out to tug on his dress shirt and yank him closer.

Without a second of hesitation, your guys’ lips interlocked as if it were second nature. The familiarity behind Soobin’s every touch was still as refreshing as it was years ago when you both first met.

The moment was interrupted with a gasp from afar, and both of you pulled apart to see who had walked in on them, exhaling a sigh of relief to see it wasn’t one of the students. But perhaps this was worse.

Hueningkai was staring with a flushed face before he realized he had come over for a specific reason and walked up to Soobin’s desk, dropping a file onto it which led Soobin to groan and sadly flip through it.

“So how long have you two been together?” Hueningkai drawled, leaning forward as Soobin shot him a glare. Despite being one of the few people Soobin actually sort of talked to, it seems even Hueningkai hadn’t known of their relationship status.

“Since graduating college, married now,” you answered, earning a smile from Hueningkai as he nodded, turning to make his leave.

“I’m so winning this bet–”

“What bet? HUENINGKAI GET BACK HERE! WHAT BET?!”

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Valentine’s day had finally decided to make an appearance, and the school would not let it pass by without a proper send off. The hallways were adorned with pink ribbons and little drawings the kids made, along with the occasional love is love poster and rainbow flag. There were streamers hanging on every doorway, and you couldn’t count how many kids you had to help untangle themselves after getting stuck.

At least it looked pretty.

“I tried to get them to sing Bad Romance, can you believe they’ve never heard of it?”

“Beomgyu, they are children,” Hueningkai mused, shaking his head as he unwrapped one of the many chocolates they had lying around for Valentines.

“As their English teacher you should add it into the curriculum to analyze or something,” Beomgyu huffed, perking up as you entered the room, “There they are!”

“Me?” you repeated, about to take a seat next to them when Hueningkai pointed to the large basket of flowers sitting on the table, “Looks like someone has an admirer,” you added, peering into the basket.

“It arrived this morning, the card says it’s addressed to you? But there’s no sender,” Beomgyu mused.

“Coward,” Yeonjun reprimanded, “How will I get my daily dose of drama if I don’t know who it’s from?”

“I can infer,” you laughed, tugging on the card, “Probably my husband,” you thought aloud as you read the writing, a smile growing on your face. You were so absorbed in the note that you didn’t notice the staff room grow quiet.

“Hold up, you’re married?!” Beomgyu shrieked, getting up from his seat, “No way.”

“Is that unbelievable?” you frowned, holding up your left hand, “Been married for six years now.”

“Oh my god, we’ve been trying to set you up this entire time!” Yeonjun cried out, covering his mouth, “This is so embarrassing! I didn’t know you had someone at home!”

“I’m surprised you guys didn’t know,” you sheepishly laughed, twirling one of the flowers from the basket between your fingers, “You guys have met him before.”

Hueningkai snickered behind his chocolate bar as the other staff looked at him.

“So THAT’s why you made a bet saying Y/n was married to someone, I thought you just had a gambling addiction,” Yeonjun scoffed, hitting Hueningkai on the shoulder as he cackled.

“Pay up,” Hueningkai grinned as you shook your head.

“Can’t believe you all made a bet and tried to set me up,” you mumbled.

“Yikes, I told Soobin I would get him a date tonight with you offhandedly,” Beomgyu admitted, looking ashamed as the door to the staff door opened.

Soobin stepped in, but instead of letting him pass by unnoticed as usual you tugged on his sleeve, shooting him a soft smile.

“Thank you for the basket, Soobin,” you thanked, caressing the other male’s arm to show your affection. Neither of you were big on PDA, it was a lot for you both to even hug in public. Mostly due to Soobin’s awkwardness with it, but he made up for it by showing affection behind closed doors.

Soobin merely hummed, awkwardly shuffling his feet. You felt a little bad about putting him on the spot, but you wanted to show off your husband for once!

“Pause,” Beomgyu stated, pointing between the two of them, “No fucking way.”

“I just lost so much money,” Yeonjun groaned, sucking his teeth and already pulling out his wallet as Hueningkai gleefully counted his bills.

“I’m still processing,” Beomgyu murmured, staring between the two of them, “What, when, and where?”

“I don’t know what you mean by what, we started dating in senior year of highschool, and got married in the town Soobin grew up in,” you answered, firmly grasping Soobin’s arm so as to not let him escape. He was already trying to run off.

“I owe Hueningkai money?” Taehyun questioned as he overheard the conversation walking into the staff room, “No way was his hypothesis correct.”

“Suck my dick,” Hueningkai grinned, opening his palm as Taehyun sighed and slapped a twenty on it, rolling his eyes as the other male gloated.

“You guys are so fucking annoying,” Soobin complained, but his threat didn’t look at all intimidating as you were pinching his cheek, “Do you really have nothing else to do then try to set me up? No wonder the education system is shit.”

“I’m surprised you even managed to score someone,” Beomgyu giggled, dodging the box of candy Soobin picked up and tossed at him.

“I still have more game than all of you, where’s your partner?” Soobin countered.

“The audacity,” Taehyun murmured as Beomgyu huffed in response, the staff room bursting into laughter.

“Guess we need a new project,” Beomgyu grieved, scanning the room till his eyes landed upon Hueningkai, “I guess I’ll set you up with someone.”

“You’re gonna what?!” Hueningkai exclaimed, his face aghast as the staff immediately started listing off potential candidates

You laughed as you watched Hueningkai practically run away from Beomgyu, who was interrogating him on which teachers he found the most attractive.

Your new co-workers were a bit crazy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Chapter 5 (1348 words)

 To say the next few days that followed after were awkward would be an understatement. After the unexpected display of emotions on both the sides, something shifted in the air, most of the time, the pair would be too stiff around each other barely uttering a word to one another making their up until now progress regarding the campaign come to an abrupt stop.

 

Yn would often find himself pondering about what that touch, feel and the way Beomgyu looked at him meant. The biggest question clouding yn’s mind was why on earth would he feel this way towards Beomgyu of all people, he was his rival for god’s sake! Fed up of his own thoughts, yn laid his head down trying to sleep away his thoughts.

 

Unfortunately for yn, Mr. Lincon himself eyed yn’s unusual behavior and noticed his trying to drift away during his lecture. Big mistake an yn’s part. There’s a saying floating around in the school if anyone was wondering stating ‘do whatever you want but never cross Mr. Lincon if one holds his life dear’. There weren’t going to be any grave consequences for students who do go against him its just that Mr. Lincon would make sure to publicly humiliate the very same person in front of the whole class.

 

As Mr. Lincon’s gaze bore into yn, who had been on the verge of dozing off, the sudden hush that fell over the classroom indicated that a moment of embarrassment was about to unfold. Mr. Lincon was renowned for his penchant for making an example out of inattentive students.

 

“yn,” Mr. Lincon’s voice was cold and challenging, “since you seem to find my lecture on organic chemistry so uninteresting, perhaps you’d like to enlighten us with your understanding of the topic. Please come to the front and explain what we are discussing.”

 

Yn although caught off-guard, made his way ahead. He knew the material inside out, after all he had spent a considerable amount of time getting to the crux of the very chapter. His late-night study sessions were about to pay off.

 

With a piece of chalk in hand, yn began to firstly go over the summary of the chapter, and explain what all is there to be learnt thoroughly within the countless pages of organic chemistry. Then he proceeded to go in depth for complex concepts that require prior knowledge about certain topics. Yn continued and gave an over view about the subject matter.

 

Despite a very thorough and in-depth explanation given by yn, yn himself wasn’t confident enough to think he had performed well enough. Lacking enthusiasm, yn concluded his ‘teaching’. “and that was the end of the core concepts of organic chem.”

 

The classroom fell into an eerie silence, and Mr. Lincon, who was initially challenging yn, was now wearing an intrigued expression. He hadn’t anticipated such an explanation from one of his students, especially from one who had been drifting off to sleep moments prior.

 

With a nod of approval and a grunt of acknowledgement, Mr. Lincon addressed yn “you surely know your stuff yn ln, but I hope I won’t find you dozing off in my future classes as well.”

 

“understood sir,” yn replied promptly and skidded back to his seat, if he wasn’t tired before he surely was now, who knew teaching for a couple of minutes drains so much energy? Just as Mr. Lincon was about to continue, the bell rang signaling the end of a very boring lecture.

 

The classroom remained silent for a moment before erupting into chaos as they began to gather their belongings, preparing to leave as the bell signaled the end of the lecture. Yn couldn’t help but have a sigh of relief that it was finally over. To tired to even leave the class, yn decided to take a well needed nap and then leave.

 

Yn rested his head on his folded arms, ready to rest his eyes for a moment. however, just as he was about to drift off, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Startled, he sat up and found Beomgyu standing there, and amused grin on his face.

 

“sleeping on the job?” Beomgyu teased, mischievous glint in his eyes.

 

Yn rubbed his eyes as he slurred his words out, “I thought I could use a nap after that.”

 

Beomgyu chuckled. “fair enough. That was quite a performance back there, you caught everyone off guard.”

 

Yn laid his head sideways looking at Beomgyu and taking a long pause, “hm, did i?”

 

Beomgyu chuckled, his voice teasing as he leaned back. "Now you're just fishing for compliments."

 

When he didn't get a response, he noticed that Yn had already fallen asleep. Not wanting to disturb him any further, Beomgyu left the classroom, a small smile on his face, leaving Yn to his well-deserved rest.

 

Beomgyu wandered the school hallways for a while, his thoughts filled with the image of Yn confidently explaining organic chemistry in front of the whole class. There was something undeniably attractive about the way Yn's eyes lit up when he was discussing a subject, he was passionate about.

 

He couldn't deny that how yn handled the situation was mad attractive. cringing at his own thoughts of finding his rival attractive, he shook his head as if it could somehow get these thoughts out of his head. whereas yn on the other side was sleeping peacefully unaware of the inner conflict Beomgyu was facing.

 

 

 

Beomgyu had spent several hours diligently working on his campaign posters in the art room right after his chem class has ended. The colorful sketches and vibrant designs were starting to take shape, and he was immersed in the process. However, as he stepped back to observe the outline, he realized that he had left his pencil case back in the classroom.

 

With a sigh, he made his way back to his class, expecting it to be empty. However, he was taken aback when he entered and found Yn still there, sleeping in the same position as before. Beomgyu's steps slowed as he watched Yn, who looked surprisingly serene and relaxed in slumber. It was a side too foreign for beomgyu.

 

A stray cherry blossom leaf drifted into the classroom, landing softly on Yn's hair. On instinct, Beomgyu reached out to gently separate the leaf from Yn's hair. As he did, he noticed the faintest hint of a smile on Yn's lips.

 

Just as Beomgyu was about to wake Yn, he heard hushed footsteps approaching the classroom. Yn stirred awake, his eyes slowly opening to find Beomgyu standing there, his hand hovering near Yn's hair. The two of them locked eyes, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other in the quiet classroom.

 

The silence hung heavy between them for a moment. Beomgyu felt his heart race as he gazed into Yn's eyes, his hand still lingering near Yn's hair. Yn, on the other hand, was struck by a peculiar mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.

 

Beomgyu finally broke the silence with a soft, teasing smile. "You know, you looked like you were having a really nice dream."

 

Yn's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he quickly sat up, trying to regain his composure. "I—uh, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

 

Beomgyu chuckled, his playful demeanor putting Yn at ease. "No worries, we've all been there. Just lost track of time, I guess."

 

Yn nodded, relieved that Beomgyu wasn't making a big deal out of it. "Yeah, I guess I did."

 

As they both rose from their seats, Beomgyu's eyes darted to the cherry blossom leaf he had removed from Yn's hair. He couldn't help but find the whole scene oddly poetic.

 

"The school gates will be closing soon," Beomgyu said, checking the time on his phone. "We should head out."

 

Yn agreed and they left the classroom together, walking side by side. The encounter had been brief, but there was an unspoken connection between them, a shared moment that left an indelible mark on both their minds.

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a/n: i was smiling, giggling and kicking my feet at the cherry blossom part ! They're just so cute 🥺

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Omg i can't wait to update the next chapter I'm sure you all will love it! It's kinda a lovely dovey chap(?) Only one scene though

Oh my how I love these two dorks