ok guys i think hmmm idk whether to keep this acc as is or clear it as ive decided im goung to be weiting again….!!!!!3!3!3?2?2? cheer for me idk…. I haven’t written since actually in FOREVER!!!! actually moreso like publicly sharing my work whixh has been since… 2025? but on here it’s been like 2022…? ive been writing moreso for myself whixh the last time was 2024
yeah i have so many ideas but im like trying to quickly write them down before hahahah POOF… anyway idk whether to clear this acc or make a new one or make a side blog…… lmk! (me asking my probably TWO moots)
💌 SYNOPSIS! : in which you write out your feelings towards your long time crush, jung sungchan, on a letter and slip it into his locker. unfortunately for you, the letter ends up with the wrong person, and you find yourself in a fake relationship with jake sim instead.
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pair: bf!jay x gn!reader | genre: fluff | warning(s): a kiss, nothing too much | wc: 500 | synopsis: in which jay really wants to impress your parents.
lynne’s notez🗒️: happy jay day!!!! type of bf i’d bring home to my parents tbh 😞
when you come home, the house is wrapped in a mouth watering scent. you hear meat sizzling, broth boiling, and vegetables being diced. jay is bustling around the kitchen, a stressed hand racking through his freshly-dyed brown hair. you step out of your work shoes and walk over to him, delicately pulling him by the waist and into your grasp.
“oh hi, you’re home.” he says, smiling softly and leaning into your touch. he smells of dinner and your strawberry shampoo.
“yes i am, what’s all this?” you ask, referring to the sudden hair color change and excessive dinner. you brush his hair out of his face and watch as his expression changes.
“do you not like it?” jay frowns a bit.
“no no i love it, the only question is why?” you ask, your tone a bit softer than usual. jay was the only one who made you act all gushy.
jay lets out a chuckle, “i thought your parents would like me more if i had my natural hair color.” you crack a smile, instantly understanding everything. the excessive dinner, the sudden hair change, the nervousness he’s shown for past couple of days. jay wants to impress your parents, who were visiting later in the day to meet your boyfriend.
“you’re an idiot,” you say, but the smile on your face only grows. he wiggles free from your grip and picks up a spoon. he loads the spoon with veggies and meat and broth and feeds you, being careful not to burn the top of your mouth.
“how does it taste?” jay looks worried as you chew thoroughly, you think about teasing him but decide against it. he’s put in so much work, you weren’t going to be the one to spoil it.
“amazing, my dad will love it.” you nod surely, and jay lets out a sigh of relief and takes the spoon before you can sneak any more bites.
you spot a large bouquet of pink roses sitting on the kitchen counter, another smile etching itself onto your face. you go over to touch the petals gently, “oh jay, these are beautiful—“
“those aren’t for you. they’re for your mom,” jay says suddenly, stirring a big pot of something. your head perks up in confusion and he gestures towards a slightly bigger bouquet of lilies sat near the refrigerator, “those are for you.”
“i love them,” you say breathlessly.
you turn to see jay standing closer to you, watching you admire the flowers. “i love you.” he says softly, a stupid grin on his face.
he brings you close, hands lingering around your waist. you lean in and plant a sweet kiss on his sweet lips. jay’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you even closer than before. you lose feeling in your knees when he nibbles just a little on your bottom lip.
you pull away after a couple moments, “your meat’s gonna burn, loverboy.” you reach up and rest your arms on jay’s shoulders, getting a good look at him: puffy pink lips and dilated pupils and blushed cheeks looked good on him.
“hopefully your parents like charred beef,” jay jokes and leans in once more, kissing you again.
in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.
fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words
"Y/n!!"
After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.
She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.
"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."
You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.
"Sorry, Draco."
"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."
You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.
"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."
Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.
The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.
"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.
"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.
"Can we change subjects, please?"
Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.
"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"
The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.
"I- what! Why would you say- no!"
This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.
"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."
You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.
"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."
"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.
You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.
You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.
If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.
You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.
You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."
You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.
"No biggie, it's forgiven."
She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.
You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.
Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.
"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.
"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.
"No I meant your staring."
You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."
She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.
Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.
You let out a sigh.
"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."
She grins, "you know me so well."
"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.
"Do you have a crush on Draco?"
Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.
"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."
She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.
"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."
She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?
The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.
"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"
You cursed Pansy for being so observant.
"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.
"Don't lie to me y/n."
"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."
Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.
"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."
You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.
"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.
"Huh?"
"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.
Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.
"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."
You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.
"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.
"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"
You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.
Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.
When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.
The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.
"There's our assonnata bella," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)
"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.
"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.
"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.
"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.
Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.
You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.
"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."
The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.
However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.
"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)
You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.
"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"
He grins, "that's part of the fun."
"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."
"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.
"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.
"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."
"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."
"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.
"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"
Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.
"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"
He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.
You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"
He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.
"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."
You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.
"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.
You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.
Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.
"Give me your hand."
He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.
"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.
He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.
"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."
He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."
You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.
"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.
Out of nowhere he pulls it away.
"Theo?"
"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."
You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"
He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.
"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"
You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.
"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."
Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.
"What- what are you doing?"
"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.
"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"
You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.
"I like you, amorina." (Little love)
"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"
He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."
You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.
"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."
You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.
"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."
He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.
He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.
"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."
He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.
"No more crying over me okay?"
You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.
HAPPY LATE THANKSGIVING TO MY BAEEEE HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT HOLIDAY AND IM SOOOO READY FOR CHRISTMAS IM IN THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT HOPE COLLEGE IS GREAT GETTING THAT DEGREE AS YOU SHOULD
ALSO A LONG TIME AGO U ASKED FOR HARRY POTTER FICS SO HERE ARE SOME!!!!!!
london boy, harry potter (THIS IS SUPER GOOD OKAY SO WHAT IF VENUS IS JUST INSERTED AS A FOURTH PERSON TO THE GOLDEN TRIO WHAT ABOUT IT I EAT IT UP EVERYTIME)
stars, Ron weasley (I realized a lot of fics have STARS AND PLANETS AS THEIR CHARCTERS NAME but I like cass CAUSE SHES COOL)
okay strangely enough, all of these fics have taylor swift lyric references
share me some of yours if you ever eeeeeverrr get to replying back we all know you're a busy gal living her life
HELLO BAE I HAVENT HAD SERVICE OR WIFI FOR A WEEK SO I REREAD THE SERIES AND NOW IM BACK IN MY OBSESSION… THANK YOU SM FOR THE RECS, SOME OF MY FAVES ARE GAME ON WHICH IS A JAMES FIC AND THEN CAPTAIN ABOUT OLIVER WOOD AND RN IM READING SHADOWS OF DEVOTION WHICH IS HALF HARRY AND HALF DRACO AD ACTUALLY SO GOOD!!! I’ve been working on my Oliver fic again and thinking about rewriting my Alula fic… I’m also getting way more into the Slytherin boys… I’ve quickly developed a love for Theodore Nott 😭😭 this is silly but I want to know if you’ve taken the test to see what house you’re in? I’m a hufflepuff and I feel like you probably are too 😭
YESYESYES I AM A HUFFLEPUFF (how did you know!??!?!? ;D) OMG SLYTHERIN BOYS IVE HEARD OF THEM BUT HAVENT GOTTEN INTO THEM YESYES OF COURSEEE LOVE MWAHHH MWAHH
Randomly watched My Life With The Walter Boys and I'll say this...
Alex in the first half was so endearing. His anxiety, his mannerisms and literally everything about the way he acted and spoke made him extremely likeable and just someone you were absolutely rooting for. And you could tell they wanted us to root for him.
Then in the second half it was like they were actively attempting to assassinate his character, to the point that even within the show itself Jackie was calling out his OOC behavior. But this was an obvious attempt to make Cole seem less problematic and the better choice for Jackie. What the show failed to realize however is that the thing that made Cole almost redeemable was finding out he wasn't the asshole that hooked up with his brothers girlfriend on purpose, so to have him turn into the asshole that hooks up with his brothers girlfriend on purpose is crazy to me. I mean this dude spent the entire season on his soap box claiming to be crucified for something he "would never do" to his brother and then in the end did it anyway knowing how much that affected Alex the first time.
I'm sorry but I cannot root for them. It's disgusting what Cole and Jackie did to Alex. And as much as they tried to make it seem like Alex was being insecure, clingy and generally overbearing in the relationship he had his reasons and to be fair they were completely understandable. Alex 100% did not deserve that from either of them. This will crush him and his relationship with his brother is now probably ruined beyond repair. I'm on Alex's side on this one. He can do so much better than a girl who would kiss his brother right after he tells her he loves her.
Cole and Jackie deserve each other. He's a mess and so is she. They'll be great together until they're not and when it's over he would have ruined his relationship with his brother and she will be licking her wounds wishing she had chosen the guy who treated her kindly from the beginning.
chenle x gn!reader, high school au, bf2l energy, lowkey jealous!lele, less than 500 words (I think)
“I’m not even kidding, he actually ate it!” Chenle pauses his story when he doesn’t hear your laugh.
The two of you had been laughing about Jaemin’s antics while walking to class together, but you’d suddenly stopped in the aisle before making it to your seats.
“Yn?” He questions, turning to see you staring open mouthed at your desk.
He follows your gaze to see a single flower laying on the wooden surface.
“Huh?”
You rush over to your seat, snatching up the flower and inspecting it closer.
“Look!”
Chenle tears his eyes away from where they’re glaring at the flower to smile at your excited face.
“I see, it’s a flower.”
You look at him with big eyes, “someone gave me a flower!”
His smile drops. He can’t help but think about all the times you fought him about your birthday presents or refused to let him pay for your coffee. Surely you’d gotten flowers before?
“Yeah, a single cheap tulip,” he cuts, but it lacks the intended sharpness.
“I like it.”
The next day you insist on going to your seat first before stopping at your locker like usual.
Chenle knew why.
“Oh,” you try not to sound disappointed when there’s nothing on your desk.
“Don’t you need to go to your locker?” is Chenle’s only response.
“Yeah I do, we can go.”
The two of you walk to your locker, and he watches as you open it, eyes immediately lighting up.
“Woah.”
Your hands grab the giant bouquet of pink roses, bringing them up to your face for a sniff.
“That’s better than a little tulip right?” Your best friend chirps from your side, a smirk on his face.
“Chenleeee,” you whine, “why’d you get me these!”
“You didn’t complain when you got the one yesterday!”
“Yeah because that person wanted to send me a nice message obviously, you just wanted to out do them!!”
“Nuh-uh!!” He insists.
“Really? What message are you sending with these?”
He smiles, pulling another rose from his bag and offering it to you.
“That they’re gonna have to try a lot harder if they want to take my girl.”
I made these a while ago but couldn’t decide how to make all of them fit in one post 😭 this is only hyung line and sunoo bc that’s all that fit but if you want won and rikis lmk!!
me crawling back to you aka my love aka the best person ever aka the cutest person ever aka the prettiest person ever
HAPPY LATE "WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER" DAY I LOVE YOUUUUU SO MUCHHHHHH
Hopefully college is treating you well I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WORKING HARD SO MUCHHH KEEP IT UP
here are some songs FOR YOU MY LOVE
HELLO SUNNY AKA MY BESTIE AKA MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER AKA THE SWEETEST BESTEST PERSON EVA THANK YOU FOR THE SONGS I LOVE UOU SO MUCH COLLEGE IS HORRIBLE BUT I LOVE YOU HALLALUJAH WEVE MADE IT TO OCTOBER 😭 THANK YOU OKAY BYE
pair: soobin x gn!reader | genre: fluff, meet-cute (kinda) ! | warning(s): heavy rain? | synopsis: in which a kind stranger shares his umbrella with you.
lynne’s note🗒️: this was way longer than intended
your class had just gotten out. your acquaintances rushing out of the lecture room to make haste to their part-time jobs, or blind dates, or just to plainly fall asleep in their uncomfortable dorm bed.
stuffing your notes into your bag, you stumble outside with the crowd, but are instantly stopped behind someone else and you mutter a small “sorry,” to which you think they probably don’t hear it. you’re pushed against somebody’s back and somebody’s pushed against your back, it feels like being stuffed on the early morning train all over again.
you raise your head to see what’s all the fuss about and just outside the awning of the building, there’s pounds and pounds of rain. it’s coming down heavy and students are opening umbrellas, using their backpacks as shields or simply running at the speed of light to the next nearby shelter.
a sigh escapes your lips as you open your bag again, rummaging for an umbrella that you hopefully stuck in there just in case. you’re there searching through your bag for long enough because when you look back up there’s only a couple students lingering around.
another sigh, along with a frown that paints your face. you really wish it didn’t have to come down to this. you situate your bag onto your back and zip your hoodie up all the way, tugging the hood over head. and then, like a soldier bracing for battle, you ran out into the rain.
immediately the rain poured through your hoodie and soaked into your socks. you were more than displeased and you could feel more small puddles form in the bottom of your shoes.
it isn’t until you look up and see the thundering grey sky had been replaced with the innings of a white, cartoon bunny umbrella. the rain was loud, but it seems to have a contender because your heart pounds louder with every passing second.
you look up to see who was your savior from the treacherous downpour and the most beautiful man you could imagine, was standing right in front of you, holding his comically small umbrella just over your head. his hair is blonde and drenched by the rain, along with his uni hoodie and black-framed glasses. he seemed familiar in a way you couldn’t remember.
and without thinking you grab his arm and pull him under the umbrella with you. i mean, you couldn’t just let your savior get drenched. your body is flushed against his and you can feel your cheeks get hot. you can tell he’s surprised by the sudden proximity because he stumbles a bit before stepping back and giving you space. you notice his cheeks are pink too.
the tall stranger’s brows are drawn together with worry and his free hand raises up to scratch the nape of his neck. “y/n, are you okay?” his voice is gentle, and yet loud enough to reach to you over the rain. wait a second, how does he know your name?
he reads the confusion across your face and immediately explains himself, pointing at his chest in hopes you’d remember him. “i’m soobin— choi soobin? beomgyu’s roomate,” he says, in a defeated tone.
you squint your eyes and scrutinize his face, running through your mind palace to look for him. and then you remember. you saw just a silver of him that time you were at beomgyu’s place, and realize during that time his hair was jet-black. you had to say, the blonde did him wonders.
“right. sorry i didn’t recognize you— your hair, it’s different.” you apologize, even though there’s really nothing to apologize for. he waves you off, and you get a glimpse of the deep dimples in his cheeks.
“erm, could you hold this?” soobin lets you take the umbrella from him and you make sure to hold it high enough for it to cover his head to. you aren’t sure why he asks you to hold it, but you get your answer when he reaches his hands out and smooths out your hair, brushing your wet bangs out of your face.
he takes the umbrella back and you aren’t sure if it’s the rain or just him, because being next to soobin makes you feel lightheaded. just looking at him makes your heart hurt.
“do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?” soobin looks like he wants you to say yes, so you do. you weren’t going to pass up the man of your dreams walking you back to your dorms.
the walk back is comforting. you can smell his shampoo, a scent that is almost like marshmallows and your shoulders brush by each other too often for him to not notice but he doesn’t seem to mind. and neither do you.
“i like your umbrella.” you say to break the silence. the rain had quieted down and it was just a soft pitter-patter to accompany your words. it’s almost like the rain knew.
he looks up at his umbrella and smiles sheepishly, “yeah, kai got it for me as a gift.” his fingers drum against the umbrella handle rhythmically to the rain and you can’t help but admire at him. his hair is still wet from the rain and his cheeks are dusted a baby pink. he must feel you staring because he clears his throat and asks, “which is your dorm?”
you’re caught off guard when soobin turns to fully look at you and his eyes are filled with a certain glint you just can’t place. your cheeks are on fire at this point. “it’s this one,” you point at a door near to where your standing. “thank you for walking me.”
soobin smiles again, showcasing his dimples, “of course, i would do it again. just let me know when.” he watches to make sure you get in safely and when he finally walks away, you lock your door and slide down it like it’s straight out of a rom-com.
you’re a giggling mess when you send a text to beomgyu letting him know you’re coming over tomorrow, definitely not to get choi soobin’s number.
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