warnings : NOT PROOF READ (yet) !!, profanity , jake teasing y/n sexually, y/n lowk has 0 self respect for herself๐, drinking, tension, changing narratives, sunghoon is a f-boy here (sorry!)
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a/n : link on the outfit is just an example that based on how I visualize the oc! You can change it if you want, but obviously it fits more with oc's personality! Anyways hope you enjoy diary entry 1๐คญ some writing is a bit repetitive which I apologize๐ฅฒ
"So how was your Saturday?" My mom asked as I continued to read my notes whilst taking a bite of the freshly fried chicken my mom made in my mouth. "It was alright I guess.." I quickly scooped all the rice into my mouth before I grabbed my phone, realizing that I forgot to reply to the girls again. "So... How many points you got last week?" shit. This was the LAST topic I want to discuss about with my mother, despite her being the absolute best women on earth, she tries so hard to tear me down. "Mom can we not discuss about this right now?" I sighed as I got from the dining table. "Does that mean you did bad? What place have you gotten? How many points?" To be honest, I never understood this system at school, yes it motivates us but is surely and slowly crushing me as well.
"2nd place, 22 points.", "y/n that's not-" Before she can finish her sentence, I quickly dashed upstairs, closing my door as I plopped on my bed. I turned on my phone to quickly reply to my messages.
Rei โค๏ธโ๐ฅ : party at sunwoo's tonight! Picking you guys up at 8pm SHARP!
wonnie โจ : LET'S GOOOO!!
y/n ๐ : ugh seriously?? I cba guys!!
wonnie โจ: come on y/nn! It's good to loosen up!
Rei โค๏ธโ๐ฅ : real come on just sneak out!
y/n ๐ : yeah yeah just pick me up from the back๐ฅฒ
Rei โค๏ธโ๐ฅ : will do queen's๐ซถ
You quickly got into an outfit that's been lying on your floor, quickly put some makeup and finish off with lipgloss and sprayed your perfume.You sat quietly on your bed as you waited for Rei and wonyoung's arrival. You know they have arrived after 10 minutes as you can hear tree sticks hitting your window. "God do you really have to do that?" You whispered as you quickly jumped out the window, the girls caught you before placing you onto the grass, dusting yourself off before hoping into Rei's mustang. Is 8:30pm on a Saturday and is going to be crowded...
Walking into sunwoo's house it was already filled with people you recognized in your year or the year below, no students below junior year is allowed so it will be interesting. "Oh my gosh hi girls!" You three turned around and was greeted by Hanni. She's a year below you three and is one of the girls on the VH football team. "Hi Hanni!" You greeted politely as you went in for a hug, followed by Rei and wonyoung. "Sunwoo is inside the party so make sure you just let him know before getting drunk! See ya around tonight!" Hanni walks off quickly as she continues to greet other people coming in.
The house smelt like sweaty teenagers, mixed cologne, strong alcohol and cigarettes, typical frat party, you thought. "I'll just go find sunwoo and tell him we are here, you guys go get drinks. Meet me at the parking spot at 1am SHARP." Rei waved you and wonyoung off before walking off herself. "Guess is just the two of us!" You screamed through the loud music as you linked arms with wonyoung, guiding you both to the kitchen where most of the drinks are served.
Red plastic cups and massive amount of liquor was already distributed around the table, so you grabbed yourself a red cup prepared to get loosen up, "hey that's your favorite!" Wonyoung cheered, pointing at the Don Julio 1942, "ooo sharp eye wonnie!" you slightly leaned forward to grab your favorite tequila. Feeling your skirt slight go up which was embarrassing, however, before you can react, a hand slightly touches your half revealed ass, shocked, you quickly turned around and pull your skirt down, realizing it was the one and only - Jake Sim. A dirty smirk appeared on his face as he caught your shocked reaction. His hair was massy and his outfit didn't make him look any less hot in this situation. You can't disagree that he did made you a bit wet from his appearance...
"What the fuck are you doing?" I snapped as I looked at Jake with a confused and angry expression. "Jeez.. Relax y/n~ boys were staring at your ass just now." Jake said in the worse teasing voice I have heard. "And why would you care?" I said bitterly as I turned around to pour myself a drink, trying my hardest to get out of a situation I didn't even asked to be in. "I'm not sure you know, maybe I just enjoy teasing you and beating you on the "weekly elite scholars", or I just enjoy that view of your ass~" He giggled as I felt his body getting closer to mines, grabbing my waist with his rough hands and slightly traveling downwards to my ass before rubbing it slowly, fidgeting with the lace on the band of my underwear. His hands starts traveling downwards to the wet damp on my underwear. Before he got any further, I yanked his hands off as I immediately as faced him again. "Don't you fucking dare touch me like that again jake.." i warned him as i pulled my skirt down as quick as possible. "Hey you were kinda begging for it~", "I never did you dumb fuck!" I screamed at his face, walking off as i realized wonyoung has already went off. Before i disappeared into the crowd of people as i heard him yelled :
"Y/N YOU'RE THE BRAT OF THE YEAR ANYWAYS!"
deep down you knew you were asking for his touch the moment he touched you. His touch was soft yet rough, sexual yet filled with passion and protectiveness. It was different, something you can't describe yet. Maybe you have to experience it again to explain. But for now, you don't appreciate the fact you blew him off and he has now labeled you as "THE BRAT OF THE YEAR."
In the kitchen, Jake was left alone, quietly standing as he continue to sip on his liquor, I enjoy teasing y/n is fun but this isn't me and it will never be me with y/n... Jake thought to himself. He looks down on his own playful hand that was touching you, he felt the wet damp on your underwear, he knew he has gotten you wrapped around his finger for a long time. He wouldn't deny that you are probably the most sexiest yet beautiful girl in the year, but he can't break this rivalry right now, he has to hold on. "Ayo dude you've been in your thoughts! Get loosen up man!" Heeseung patted on his back as he pours more Whitney into Jake's cup. "Bro you've should see this fit girl on the couch next to this guy, literal art man! Should totally hit her up!" Sunghoon exclaimed getting all giddy over girls that's dressed in short skirts and slip-nip tops. "Nah I'm good I'll take the drink offer though!" He said before he cheered with Heeseung. Realizing he doesn't care about any other girls but you. What has he done to his own head...
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SYNOPSIS: as the only female soloist under belift lab you get paired for a collaboration stage with your trainee daysโ best friendโenhypenโs leader yang jungwon. your once close friendship brutally ended after misunderstandings and unspoken truths. now, will being forced to work together help you and jungwon rebuild your connection? or will your complicated past and the pressure of the industry break you apart forever?
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chapter 11: ๐ leader nim
tw: profanity , typos , mention of physical exhaustion
synopsis : Oh how of a brat you are in school, full of attitude and sarcasm, but beauty and grace you bring out is what everyone agrees that makes you YOU. But the one and only Jake sim disagrees on that, you piss him off so much!! You're smart, pretty plus your sweet coco scent attracts the heck out of him in your AP classes, and he's not gonna deny that fact, but you constantly trying to still HIS spotlight on the "weekly elite scholars" is chocking him. Would he fight for his spot or things take a change when you realize what he's trying to do?
Pairing : rival!popular Jake x popular!reader, all enhypen members, wonyoung + rei (IVE), sunwoo (tbz), hanni (NJZ), JULIE (kiss of life), RICKY (zb1),keeho (p1h)
warnings : SEMI-SMUT!! , profanity, kys/kms jokes, heated arguments, mention of death family members, death threats.
genres: AU (not smau!!) rivals to lovers, senior + junior of high school era, coming of age, y/n gives off a massive SHERPAY EVANS VIBE, Jake is a massive nerd and sexy athlete in secret.
a/n: hello! This is written work which means sadly no smau! A reminder is just under the age of 18 readers please please please get off my page๐ as much as I appreciate your support I am responsible for warning you before you read any further! Please enjoy and updates will be a bit slow as I'm in exam seasons (idk why I get the MOST ideas during this time, don't ask idek either and I wish I know too) but it's gonna be a long ride so buckle up my love!
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โ DIARY ENTERY 1 - brat of the year
โ DIARY ENTERY 2 - TBC...
โ DIARY ENTERY 3 - TBC..
โ DIARY ENTERY 4 - TBC...
โ DIARY ENTERY 5 - TBC...
โ DIARY ENTERY 6 - TBC...
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you shifted your body to face riki while your eyes wandered hazily, snaking your arms around his waist and gently grazing his skin with your fingers. his faint snores resonated through your ears as you tightened your grip and pulled him closer.
nuzzling your chilled face against the warmth that radiated from his bare shoulder, you sleepily placed kisses along his heated skin, relishing in the contrast against your cheeks. you pulled the blankets over him and yourself, curling up next to him under its protection.
sleepiness began to wash over you, your brain beginning to fuzz as the dusty blue sky outside coated the bedroom in a light azure shade when you felt movements within your arms.
the tender, warm touch of rikiโs hand met your face, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. your eyes opened sluggishly, looking at his blurred features as words carelessly slipped through his lips in a low whisper.
โyouโre so pretty,โ his raspy voice was filled with affection as he drew closer to you. he planted a kiss on your lips as a smile casted his own. you felt the echo of your heartbeat through your body, the featherlight brush of his lips against yours sent your heart aflame, aching for more. goosebumps arose throughout your skin as his hand cradled your face, caressing your graceful features.
you wished this moment would last longer, the taste of his lips lingering on yours as he pulled from you. savouring the feeling of his touch, you slowly nuzzled against his chest, perfectly shaping into his embrace. his arms encompassing you and gingerly pulling you closer.
closing your eyes, you nestled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne. his fingers traced your skin absent-mindedly, returning the gesture youโd given him before.
tiredness began to creep over both of you, making you suppress a yawn. your eyes fluttered, attempting to swat away the sleepiness, but to no avail. as your eyes closed, you heard riki softly humming, his voice honey-sweet, finally making you fall asleep.
plot: when enhypen ask you to be their palentine but by the end of your "little date", you both left as each other's valentine แฅซแญก
Genre: ot7 x reader, friend to lovers, built up relationships
warnings : profanity lowk, slight age gap (the hyung line)
a/n : I haven't done a ot7 in ages..?? NE ways this is a Valentine's Day special!! Hope you all had a good Valentine's (with your s/o, friends or just yourself!) my bf made me brownies, brought me flowers and a teddy! It was so cute, however hope this fill some of your delusions this month!
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์ ์ jungwon โก
You both met at college open day and since than you guys are locked in throughout your whole college life.
BUT THATS OKAY! You got each other!
So when Valentine's Day arrive, both of your friends back in high school (somehow) found a s/o already so it was just kind of you two. Alone.
Well things started to get a little more than just friends between you two about 2 months ago. But that's another story!
So jungwon suggested you guys should do a "palentine's" because apparently it's trending and you guys are friends. I mean friends can do valentines together right? there's no restrictions.
So you said yes because no.1 you're fucking lonely, no.2 you liked jungwon.
You went to this mini cafe which was filled with couples and somehow have a couple discount that day.
And being a broke college student you both are, you decided to act it out just to get the goddamn 25% discount, and they actually believed it. (Gullible)
Your waitress even said how cute you both were and he is such a gentleman for buying you a lovely bouquet of (your favorite) flowers.
Jungwon said so much sweet yet cringy things that day such as "you're so beautiful" "I wish I can kiss you right now" "can't wait to marry you"
Dude ain't even tryna hide it anymore
Walked out of the cafe hand in hand and boom he confessed his lil crush on you. It was kinda obvious tho I must say but guess what you started your day with a palentine and by the end you got a valentine wrapped his arms around you!
not so lonely I must say!
ํฌ ์น heeseung โก
Oh boy idek how to start this man
HE'S SO COLLEAGUE VIBE I CANT STAND IT
so he is kinda your only and only friend at your division in the company
All because the others are literally twice or third times your age and he's only 4 years older is not that bad
Your company is hosting a "Valentine's day get together" at a hotel where you get to bring in your s/o with you but you being a bit lonely you told Heeseung you are not going.
"We can go as palentine's?"
Pause going to a company get together as palentine's? Not bad at all but with THE HEESEUNG that all the aunties and girls drool over in each and every division. They gonna start tweaking out.
Well that doesn't stop you cuz you knew he chose you for a reason, you weren't born yesterday
So you put on a fancy and elegant outfit for this occasion (secretly just for Heeseung) and sprayed your expensive fragrance that you cherish so much
You didn't expect him to get you flowers but hey a win is a win!
Eyes were all on you both when you walked in some girls sigh feeling sad that Heeseung got such a beautiful girl beside him
The dinner was alright questions was thrown towards you both and you knew is going to spread across the whole company by Monday
You guys left a bit early cuz heeseung had a surprise for you EEEEE๐คญ๐คญ
He took you to his car and bro..
His Mercedes was wrapped in (your favorite color), balloons saying "will you be my valentine", an expensive gift on the bonnet of his car and rose pedals on to as well!!
He took this SERIOUSLY!
"You're fucking my head right now." That's all you could get out of your head
He just chuckled and pulled you into his arms. Aww how sweet of him.
you opened the gift in the car and all he can think of was how lucky he can be to be with someone this beautiful and sweet.
๋ฐ์ข ์ฑ Park Jeongseong โก
icl there's no palentine here you guys have just been each others Valentine since kids
well until he moved away and become a massive rockstar
You both kinda miss being together during valentines because it was YOUR day together
It wasn't like you guys don't talk to each other anymore because you both always runs to each other wheneved you feel down, it was just distanced
Obviously being kilometers away from each other isn't the best
Well not this year! He's going on tour at both of your hometown and him being PARK JEONGSEONG. He invited your family and his to watch.
So you put on your best concert fit that you and your sister had put up a fight for on whose gonna wear it
But she insists you do cuz (she knows you're secret massive crush on Jay)
the concert was 10/10
Sang wonderwall by oasis dedicated to you cuz he KNEW you showed up!!
Him and your parents was in awww
so after the concert you ran to find him
Turns out he was going to surprise you with a valentine gift cuz he misses you so much and loves you
"I missed you so much my beautiful.. happy Valentine's Day.."his head buried into your neck, inhaling your scent that never changed and just enjoying your presence
"I missed you more my superstar.. happy Valentine's Day."
Kicking my feet.
์ฌ์ฌ์ค Sim Jaeyun โก
He is so cringe
He's your neighbor so no surprise that he tries to get your dogs to play with Layla when he first saw you got dogs
You obviously agreed cuz he was cute and asked politely
Overtime it has just became a tradition and so your friendship develops
Dog walks together from time to time, dog-sitting each others dogs when the other is out of town (you get the drill)
Too fucking dumb to realize that you both kinda have feelings for each other
When Valentine's Day comes, he suggested that you both should have a "palentine" with your dogs
So it happened, you both went for typical fast food lunch and you made homemade puppuccino for the dogs
Clearly the dog was having a blast because they fell asleep on the sofa when you and Jake was watching "how to lose a guy in 10 days."
The distance between the both of you, the blanket, the legs curled together is way more than just friends and you both know it
At the point you both are sick of hiding it and Jake went for the BOLDEST MOVE
he wrapped his arms around you and just pulled you onto his lap and BOOM he kissed you right there & than
You returned the kiss dong worry.
"Been wanting to do that for so long you don't even understand princess.."
bro your legs turned jelly at that moment.
์ฑํ Sunghoon โก
He hated the guts out of you at the beginning ibsr
Cuz he knows you are talented on the ice rank and you know he is as well
Don't worry, in reality he looks after you quite well I must say
"sunghoon listen! He was being a fat shit! I was here first so I should use the rank before him!" You huffed
"y/n~ you know you'll survive.. he's leaving in about 5.. how about I get you your favorite drink?"
He really knows how to win you over despite hating you for always winning in your division
He just always knows how to cheer you up
Besides that, you pretty much got dumped a month before Valentine's Day, and that obviously affected you
He could just tell because you lacked energy and enthusiasm, you just stopped talking and placed 3rd at your recent national championship that you cared so much about for MONTHS.
It was quite noticeable and when he heard what happened he knew he had to step in
So he asked you to be his palentine
You agreed so he took you to this little Korean market in town and you guys took tons of pictures together before ending your day back at the ice rank
"Put your skates on y/n~"
You were kinda scared what's happening but you listened and put them on, sunghoon tied the laces together for you so that was cute
Before you knew it the ice rank's lights turned on, shining the display of gold and pink and heart balloons in the middle of the rank
Gifts surrounding the decorations and a big teddy bear with a heart shaped plush in its arm on a platform
You sobbed. Never in your whole 19 years alive did you thought this would happen to YOU.
"thank you so much for this.." you full on sobbed in his embrace
"soo... do you consider yourself as my valentine now.." he smiled against your head
"Of course you are.. the best valentine ever.."
์ ์ฐ Sunoo โก
"y/n~ be my palentine!!!"
Yeah he is literally your second half
You both are like twins
Born only 2 days apart, friends since birth, inseparable, if one doesn't shows up to school, all the teachers and pupils will just ask the other half. That's how people know you both are two peas in a pot.
You stared at him blankly when he asked that bs of a question
"Who do you think I am?"
"Um my friend since birth da fuck..?"
"Alright fine than."
You agreed into his monstrous ideas because you know he will make crazy decisions that questions how he is still alive
So now you're standing inside a lift going up to the edge of a cliff, tied in safety gear.
He suggested you guys should do bungee jumping.
WHO TF DOES BUNGEE JUMPING FOR VALENTINE'S DAY
Well you two do so guilty as charge.
"Hold onto me okay? It will be less scary."
In a situation where either death takes both of you away or you're lucky enough to make it out alive he decided to say those stuff.
"God just take me away why did I say yes to this.."
You sighed as you realize you are finally geared up and ready to jump
"By the count of 3 you both would be released." Said the instructor.
3..2..1.. sunoo just dragged you down with him
High pitched Screaming filled your ears cuz you weren't prepared at all
" I LOVE U Y/M BE MY VALENTINE INSTESD AHHHH"
"SUNOO WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!"
"BE MY VALENTINE!!"
At this point you both are clinging onto each other, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck
You both probably shit yourselves
After you guys got back down onto the ground Sunoo words finally replayed into your head
"I will be your valentine you stupid fool.." you smiled at him
"OH EM GEE YOU SAID YESSS!!"
Just grabbed your cheeks and kissed it
It was so funny yet so cute
ใซใใใ ใใ Nishimura Riki โก
He's been trying to bag you since freshman year of high school
By giving you his second gakuran botton down to you ever . single . year
It was so surprise that people started to pick up his habits and interest in you
I mean you are so pretty that girls and boys envy you
That also goes with Niki too, he was handsome that girls and boys get jealous of him.
But obviously you try not to show your interest in niki as much because you stick by your parents rules "focus on studies, not dating."
So you kindly turned in down multiple times and called off as "just friends"
Clearly the interactions between you both throughout the years WERENT "just friends"
Kissing on top of each others heads, linking arms, the lingering eyes and increased heart rates around each other that isn't "JUST FRIENDS"
Tbh he didn't ask to be "palentines"
He full on just asked you to be his and HIS FOREVER "valentine"
You obviously said yes no doubt at all
He took you to this cute arcade where he won loads of soft toys for you, took you to this flower shop and let you picked out the biggest bouquet of flowers, shared your first kiss together with a little bit of whipped cream on top of his lips.
"Niki rate our first date."
"I'll give it five big booms."
"BOOM-"
"Just shush."
Yeah you guys are definitely more than just friends.
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เฌช(เนโขแดโขเน)เฌ โก ์์ ์ x fem! reader content idol-au established elationship au inspired by the video of jake and jungwon suffering due to their mouth sore โฟ warning this was not proofread and wrote in one sitting. . .!? หแดห wc 564 ๐ฆน mlist and tag list
note. so uh, i know i've been pretty inactive on this blog (mostly it's because i'm more active in my NSFW enha blog-) but i got a sudden motivation to write for jungwon after watching bro and jake suffering from their mouth sores LMAO. sorry if this is short because i don't know what else to write.
โNo.โย
โBabyโโย
โI said no. No means no,โ you interrupted, cutting your boyfriend off, warily backing away whenever he tried to approach you. Your eyes were fixated on the bottle of medicine he held in his right hand and a cotton bud in his left hand.ย
โI am not putting medicine on it,โ you protested, only for your back to hit something firm. You glanced behind to see Heeseung standing behind you. Before you could protest, he wrapped his arms around you, easily carrying you over to a chair.ย
โLee Heeseung, donโt! Let me go or Iโll kick your balls!โ You shrieked, flailing your limbs like a frantic chicken but his strength easily overwhelmed yours. The eldest member laughed, plopping you down on the chair.ย
You tried to get up but he was faster, typing your wrists behind and against the chair, locking you in place. Normally, you wouldโve made a remark about your current position but you were filled with nothing but pure fear and dread for whatโs to come. The other members were more than amused with your predicament. Jake and Riki had whipped out their phones, already filming as they giggled nonstop.ย
โLook, we can talk about this. How about I buy you anything you want and you let me go? How does that sound?โ You pleaded, trying to free yourself but it was futile.ย
Jungwon sighed, now standing right before you with an expectant look on his face. โYou need to get your mouth sore treated or it wonโt go away. Unless you want to continue living with the pain then go ahead.โย
You scowled, muttering a string of curses under your breath and reluctantly opened your mouth wide enough for the other to see. Jungwon leaned closer, narrowing his eyes to see better. Your shoulders instinctively tensed, mentally bracing yourself for the pain. But no matter how prepared you are, you visibly jumped in your seat the moment you felt the sting.ย
โFuck!โ You exclaimed, cursing at the top of your lungs. You kicked out your legsโa poor attempt to distract yourself from the lingering pain. You were aware of how everyoneโs eyes were on you now but you didnโt care.ย
โAlright, one more time and then youโre done,โ Jungwon encouraged, but his words had the opposite effect.ย
โYang Jungwon, I hope you know Iโll find you after my last breath,โ you warned him, opening your mouth for the second time.ย
โStop being dramatic, you wonโt die,โ he light-heartedly rolled his eyes, gently dabbing the tip of the cotton bud on the exact same spot.ย
Just like before, shockwaves of excruciating pain hit you like a lightning bolt. You swore you nearly passed out from it. Heeseung moved to untie your wrists and the moment you were freed, you dropped to the ground and slammed your fists on it, to distract yourself from the pain. When you were done, you laid there, limbs spread out like a starfish.ย
โ(Name), get up. The floorโs dirty,โ Jungwon chided, reaching out his hand towards you. You accepted his help, allowing him to pull you up. He pressed kisses all over your face, ignoring the fake gagging sounds Riki made at the display of affection.ย
โYouโre really brave for doing it. Iโm proud of you,โ he murmured. His words made you smiled, as you buried your face in his chest and hugged him.ย
SYNOPSIS: One second, you were telling a little lie to impress the cheerleaders, and the next, the whole school thought you were dating Park Jongseongโthe cold, untouchable, and ridiculously hot guitarist. What started as a desperate move to boost your reputation took a wild turn when Jay decided to go along with it. Now, youโre caught up in nonstop gossip, awkward moments, and a fake relationship that feels a little too realโespecially with Jay showing a surprisingly sweet side that no one, including you, saw coming.
contains: fake dating, lots of fluffs, comedy, slight angst, strangers to lovers, reader is in 11th grade while jay is in 12th, (but both of them are over the age of 18) reader is short, jay smokes vape in the middle of the story, jay hates everyone lol warning: profanities, mentions of sex, mild smut. WC: 14.7k
song used: same ground by kitchie nadal
A/N: thank you for the 95 followers!
You were a simple girl.
Simple, average, ordinary. Not the type to snag straight A's in every class, but not failing either. You were the kind of girl teachers barely noticedโjust another name on the roll call, another face in the crowd.
You liked pinkโjust enough to keep it cute, but not the over-the-top glittery kind.
You didn't obsess over fandoms or have bags covered in pins and but you have figurines. Your style wasn't edgy or pastel chic or anything that made you stand out. You were... balanced. Plain. Normal.
Your high school life reflected that. Simple. Average. No exciting detours.
You weren't a sports star who got their name chanted in the bleachers. You weren't a science geek impressing everyone with your brainpower. You weren't a mean girl, a party kid, or a cheerleader.
Oh, but youย wantedย to be a cheerleader.
You wanted to wear that uniform, flip through the air, feel the rush of the crowd. You wanted the applause, the way everyone's eyes followed them when they walked the halls.
But no one cared about a normal girl trying out.
Reputationย was everything in high school, and yours? Too simple. Too... forgettable.
You could cheer. You could dance. You could pull off a backflip, a split, the whole routine. You had the skills. What you didn't have was the image.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" one of the cheerleaders asked, her voice dismissive as you landed your final jump during tryouts. You stood there, panting, sweat dripping down your face after nailing the routine.
"A boyfriend?" you repeated, blinking, stunned. What did that have to do with anything?
"From football? Hockey? Maybe Math Olympiad?" she continued, her smirk curling like she already knew the answer.
You froze. Of course you didn't have a boyfriend. You were an NBSBโNo Boyfriend Since Birth kind of girl. But how was that even relevant? You were here to cheer, not audition for a dating show.
"We'll let you know if you're accepted... or not," another cheerleader chimed in, her voice dripping with boredom. She wasn't even pretending to care about your performance.
You stood there for a moment, trying to steady your breathing, gripping your bag so tight your knuckles turned white. The sting of their indifference burned in your chest as you turned and walked out of the gym, sweaty and defeated.
Reputation doesn't matter,ย they always said. What a joke. High school wasย allย about reputationโwho you dated, who you were seen with, who you weren't.
And being a simple, average, normal girl? That just wasn't good enough.
It was a warm afternoon when you found yourself face-to-face with them againโthe cheerleader tryouts.
So, before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out:
"My boyfriend is Park Jongseong."
The world seemed to stop for a second. All the cheerleaders froze, wide-eyed, jaws dropping like a scene from a poorly-scripted teen drama.
"WaitโPark Jongseong?!" one of them shrieked, her voice climbing several octaves. "The hot guitarist in the band?"
You nodded, keeping your expression sweet and innocent, careful not to let your fabricated lie crumble.
"Oh my god!" Another cheerleader nearly jumped out of her skin. "He's, like, the hottest guy in school! And so... mysterious."
"He's so cold, though," another chimed in, tilting her head suspiciously. "How didย youย evenโ"
You cut her off, spinning your web of lies before she could unravel it. "Oh, it just... happened," you said with a casual shrug, as if it were no big deal.
"We met at this cafรฉ off campus. He asked me about my drink order, and, well..." You let out a dreamy sigh, painting a picture so vivid you could almost convince yourself it was real.
"He's so sweet. He cares about me so much. Like, he cooks for me when I'm tired, aftercare after sex, kisses me goodbye every morning, andโ" You leaned in conspiratorially, lowering your voice to a whisper. "He even lets me touch his guitar."
The gasps that followed were almost deafening.
"No way!" one of them shrieked, clutching her chest in disbelief. "Park Jongseong doesn't letย anyoneย touch his guitar!"
You nodded solemnly, as if sharing a sacred truth. "Well, he letsย me."
For a moment, you thought you'd pulled it off. You were a star in their eyes, a girl who'd managed to capture the unattainable Park Jongseong's heart.
But deep down, you knew the truth.
Park Jongseong hate everyone, especiallyย you. And honestly? You didn't blame him.
The first time you'd crossed paths, it had been a disaster.
You'd been drinking water at your locker when he appeared out of nowhere, walking right past you. Startled by his sudden presence, you'd choked, spraying water directly into his face.
His jaw had clenched, his eyes shutting as he took a deep breath, clearly fighting the urge to lose his temper.
"Sorry!" you'd squeaked, your face burning with humiliation.
And then, like the socially awkward creature you were, you'd bolted down the hallway, leaving him dripping and furious.
Then there was the incident in the music room.
You'd been poking around the instruments out of boredom, your fingers grazing the strings of a random guitar whenโCRASH.ย Your foot caught on something, and the stand holding his prized guitar tipped over, sending it sprawling to the floor.
Right at that moment, the door swung open, and in walked Park Jongseong.
You froze like a deer in headlights, your heart dropping to your stomach as his gaze landed on his guitar, then on you. His face was unreadable, but the tightness in his jaw told you everything you needed to know.
"Uh... sorry?" you muttered, holding up your hands in a weak peace sign. Before he could say anything, you darted out of the room. You ran away,ย again.
And who could forget the volleyball incident?
You'd been practicing serves in the gym when he and his friends walked in. Your focus wavered for a split second, and the ball sailed in the wrong directionโstraight into his face.
You gasped as blood began dripping from his nose. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you stammered, panicking as he grabbed his face, clearly in pain.
Without thinking (or, honestly, with too much thinking), you did what you always did. You ran, again.
And now, standing here, spinning lies about a romance that didn't exist, you had to fight to keep your composure.
"Wow," one of the cheerleaders gushed. "I can't believe you and Jongseong are, like...ย a thing!"
"Yeah," you said with a forced laugh, clutching your bag tightly to hide how sweaty your palms were. "He's... amazing."
But in the back of your mind, all you could think about was how Park Jongseong would react if he ever found out about this.
And...The story spread faster than you could have ever imagined.
One second, you were fabricating a harmless little lie to impress the cheerleaders, and the next, the entire school seemed to think you and Park Jongseong were soulmatesโor worse, aย thing.
And not just any kind of "thing." No. The rumors had grown legs, arms, and a whole personality.
"Is it true that Park Jongseong is... like,ย hugeย in bed?" one girl whispered as you passed her in the hallway, her eyes wide with curiosity.
You choked on absolutely nothing, gripping your bag as if it might save you from spontaneously combusting.
Another girl caught up to you, practically skipping alongside you. "Oh my God, howย wasย it? You know, with him? Is he all intense and broody like he looks, or does he have a soft side?"
You stared at her, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"He's... uh... great?" you stammered, mentally slapping yourself for sounding so unconvincing.
Her jaw dropped, and before you knew it, aย crowdย of girlsโyes, theย famous girlsโwas swarming you, each one louder and more persistent than the last.
"I can't believe you got him to date you!"
"Wait, wait, waitโdid he really let you touch his guitar? Because I heard he doesn't even let hisย bandmatesย touch it."
"What's his favorite food? Does he let you steal his hoodies? Is he ticklish?"
"Is he actually the silent-in-public, wild-in-private type? Tell us everything!"
Your head was spinning. They wereย everywhere,ย and you couldn't escape. You tried smiling naturally, nodding here and there, but the panic bubbling inside you was threatening to explode.
"Oh my God, you're not even in the cheerleading pep squad yet?ย How dareย they still not accept you!" one girl exclaimed dramatically. She flipped her hair with a loud scoff. "I mean, I saw your audition, and it was fucking amazing."
You blinked. She definitely hadย notย seen your audition.
"Y-yeah, um... thanks," you muttered, clutching your bag tighter and taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
It was still early, but the hallway was packed. The questions kept coming, the voices growing louder, and you were just about ready toย melt into the floor.
And then it happened.
You let out a tiny squeak as someone grabbed your arm, yanking you out of the circle of girls. You stumbled, blinking in shock, and turned to see who your saviorโor captorโwas.
Your heart nearly stopped.
It was him.
Park Jongseong!
Jaw sharp enough to cut glass, eyes darker than your worst nightmares, and hair falling messily across his forehead like he just stepped out of a photoshoot.
Except he didn't look like a model. No. He lookedย angry.
Like,ย furious.
Oh, you were so, so dead.
"S-see you later, girls!" you called out, your voice cracking as you tried to sound cheerful. You gripped his arm like your life depended on it, forcing a smile as he dragged you through the hallway.
The crowd erupted behind you.
"Oh my God, they're really together!"
"Iย knewย it!"
"They're so cute! Look at how she holds onto him!"
Your face felt like it was on fire. You could feel every pair of eyes in the hallway locked on you as Jongseong stormed forward, his grip firm but not painful. You tried to match his pace, but his legs were longer, and you were practically jogging to keep up.
You tried to focus on breathing, but the more they talked, the more you wanted to just curl up and disappear.
Meanwhile, Jongseong hadn't said a single word. His jaw clenched, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Uh, Jongseongโ"
Before you could finish, he yanked open the door to a small storage room, pulling you inside and shutting the door behind you with a loudย click.
"Heyโwhat are youโ"
"Shut up," he muttered, his voice low and sharp.
You blinked, startled. The room was small, cramped, and dimly lit by a single flickering bulb. Shelves stacked with cleaning supplies and dusty boxes surrounded you, and the air smelled faintly of bleach.
Jongseong leaned against the door, running a hand through his messy hair and letting out a frustrated sigh.
"What the hell?" he said finally, his voice laced with irritation.
You swallowed hard, gripping your bag like a shield. "I... I can explain?"
"Yeah, you'd better," he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your knees feel like jelly.
"Why is everyone in this school convinced we're dating? And why," his voice dropped lower, "did I just hear someone asking if I'm good in bed?"
You winced. "Okay, so... it might've gotten aย littleย out of hand."
He let out a bitter laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Aย little?"
You hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Look, I was just trying to impress the cheerleaders! They don't think I'm cool enough to make the squad, so I might've... um... made up a story."
His jaw tightened. "A story? About me?"
You gave him a weak, apologetic smile. "I didn't think it would blow up like this! I thought they'd just forget about it after tryouts!"
"Oh, yeah, because rumors aboutย meย always disappear quietly," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You bit your lip, your embarrassment growing by the second. "I'm really sorry. I'll fix it. I promise."
He scoffed, shaking his head. "How exactly do you plan to fix this? Everyone already thinks we're a couple. You should've thought about that before you opened your mouth."
"I know, I know!" you said, your voice rising slightly. "But I didn't think people would actually believe me! I mean, look at you! You're, like...ย you,ย and I'm just... me."
He stared at you, one eyebrow twitching. "What does that even mean?"
"It means no one would ever thinkย youย would date someone likeย me!" you blurted out.
There was a brief silence, Jongseong blinked, his expression unreadable.
"Wow," he said finally, his tone flat. "That's... depressing."
You buried your face in your hands, groaning. "I'm making this worse, aren't I?"
"Yeah," he said bluntly.
You peeked at him through your fingers, your voice small. "Can you... just not kill me, though?"
He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath. For a moment, he looked like he was considering throwing you out the door, but instead, he leaned back against it, running a hand down his face.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said finally. "You're going to go out there, tell everyone you lied, and make sure my name is out of their mouths by the end of the day."
Your eyes widened. "I can't do that! If I tell them the truth, I'll look like a total loser! They'll never let me on the squad!"
"Not my problem," he shot back.
"Please!" you pleaded, grabbing his arm in desperation. "Just... let me ride this out a little longer. I'll figure out a way to fix it without dragging your name through the mud, I promise!"
He stared at you for a long moment. He let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Do whatever you want," he said finally.
Your eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Don't make me regret this," he added,
"I'll do anything!" you said quickly, your relief overwhelming your sense of pride.
His eyes flicked back to yours, and you swore you saw a flicker of amusement in his expression. "Anything?"
You hesitated. "Uh... within reason?"
He smirked, shaking his head. "Unbelievable," he muttered, pushing off the door and opening it.
"Wait, where are you going?" you asked, panicked.
"Class," he said simply, walking out and leaving you standing there, still clutching your bag like it might protect you from the fallout.
"Oh my God, they just came out of the storage room together!" someone squealed.
Your blood froze as a wave of gasps and murmurs rippled down the hallway.
"No way! They're so freaky!"
"They couldn't even wait until after school? Aย quickieย in the storage room?!"
"That's soย wild!"
You bolted out of the storage room, your face burning so hot it was probably visible from space. "It's not what you think!" you stammered, waving your hands frantically. "Nothing happened! I swear!"
But your protests only seemed to make things worse.
"Did you see her face? She's totally guilty!"
"God, no wonder he's so obsessed with her. She's probably insane in bed."
"Wait, so does this mean she's, like,ย not lyingย about them being a couple?"
The crowd erupted into a chorus of giggles, whispers, and scandalized gasps, and you felt your soul leave your body.
At the end of the day, you got the news: you were officially part of the cheerleading pep squad.
This wasn't exactly how you pictured it, but hey, you'd finally made it. You thought practice would be all about jumps, flips, and cheers, but instead, it was questions.ย Endless questions.
All about your "boyfriend."
By the time practice ended, you were convinced the squad cared more about Park Jongseong than they cared about cheerleading. It was exhausting. They made him your whole personality.
Now, you stood outside the music room, foot tapping nervously as you psyched yourself up. You needed to talk to him. JongseongโJayโwalked out with his guitar slung over his back, his expression colder than a freezer. His eyes landed on you, sharp and annoyed.
"Why are you here?" he asked, as blunt as ever.
You forced an awkward smile. "Hi! Because... you're my boyfriend?"
Jay scoffed, walking past you like you didn't exist. Panicked, you scrambled to catch up, nearly tripping over your own feet.
"H-hey! Wait!" you called, gripping the edge of his jacket. "I'm Y/N! Please, for the second time, just hear me out!"
He stopped, turned, and stared at you with the kind of look that could burn holes in concrete. "What do you want now?"
You fumbled with your bag, your cheeks burning. "I just... I wanted to talk aboutโ"
"Fuck off," he snapped, making you flinch and throw your hands up like you were bracing for impact.
"I'm sorry!" you squeaked, your voice small.
Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair as he shifted his weight. For a second, his eyes softenedโbut not enough to let you relax.
"I already let you use my name. What else do you want from me?" he asked, voice low and sharp.
You bit your lip, tapping your foot nervously. You'd practiced this speech in your head a hundred times, but the words suddenly felt scrambled.
"I just... I got into the cheerleading squad, but they keep asking me questions about you, andโ"
His glare deepened. "After you spilled water on me, crashed my guitar, and hit me in the face with a volleyball, what more do you want?"
You gasped, offended. "E-excuse me?! Those wereย accidents!" you said, emphasizing the word with dramatic hand gestures.
"I didn't spill water on you on purpose! And I didn't crash your guitarโit fell! And your nose? Total accident!"
He turned to leave, but you panicked again, grabbing his arm and walking beside him as fast as your shorter legs could go.
"Please, just help me for a little while longer!" you pleaded.
He glanced at your hand on his arm, then at you, looking like he wanted to throw himself into the nearest trash can. "You got what you wanted. Tell them we broke up or something."
You shook your head frantically. "No, no, no! I know I'm a loser for using your name, but I need to keep this up for a few more months!"
Jay's jaw tightened. "What now?"
"I just... need some information about you," you said, your voice small. "Like, your favorite color, or your hobbies, orโ"
He cut you off with a groan. "Just make something up. You're good at that."
"But it sounds fake!" you whined, stomping a little like a frustrated child.
Jay stopped walking and turned to glare at you again. "And the story about the cafรฉ and me being good in bed doesn't sound fake?"
Your cheeks turned crimson. "I-I didn't say anything about you being good in bed!" you squeaked, waving your hands defensively. "I just said you were good at, uh, aftercare! They're the ones who assumed the rest!"
Jay stared at you, his face unreadable, but the way his lips twitched told you he was this close to laughing.
"So, you want more information about me so you can answer their next stupid questions?" he asked.
You nodded eagerly. "Yes! Exactly!"
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Like if I'm huge?"
Your brain short-circuited. "N-no!" you squealed, stepping back as your cheeks burned even hotter. "It's not like that!"
Jay smirked, adjusting the strap of his guitar as he stood up straight again. "Right," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Good luck with your cheerleading squad, girlfriend."
And with that, he totally walked away, leaving you standing there, red-faced and humiliated. But you weren't about to give up.
No way. You'd come too far and sacrificed too much pride to back down now. If groveling got you this far, then maybe goingย lowerย would get you what you needed.
So, you became... everywhere.
After his chemistry class, there you were, waiting outside the door with a bright smile and an awkward wave. "Hi! How was class? Did you learn anything interesting?"
He barely looked at you as he walked past, muttering, "I don't know, did you?"
At his band practice, you somehow sweet-talked your way in. His bandmates, thinking you were his girlfriend, welcomed you with open arms.
"Jay never told us you were so supportive," one of them said, grinning.
"Y-yeah! That's me! Super supportive!" you laughed nervously, while Jay sat in the corner, tuning his guitar, looking like he was plotting your demise.
But you stayed anyway, sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching him play with stars in your eyes. He was goodโlike, really goodโand for a second, you almost forgot how much he hated you.
After practice, you walked out with him, chatting non-stop about your cheerleading routine. "So then Karina said I should try a - "
Jay, walking ahead of you, sighed heavily. "Do you ever stop talking?"
You froze for half a second before jogging to catch up. "Not really!" you said cheerfully, ignoring the withering glare he shot you.
During break time, you plopped down beside him in the cafeteria, chatting away about your practice. You didn't even realize you wereย ramblingย until he looked at you, his expression blank.
"Do you ever run out of words?" he asked, deadpan.
You blinked. "Uh... no?"
He groaned, rubbing his temples.
It wasn't long before your cheer squad started noticing things, too.
During one break, Yunjin leaned over, lazily plucking at her nails. "Your relationship seems so... one-sided," she said casually, enough to make your stomach drop.
"Eh?" you squeaked, your chest tightening with nerves. "W-what do you mean?"
Yunjin shrugged. "We never see you guys together. And when we do, he looks like he's about murdering someone."
You forced a laugh, your hands sweaty. "W-well, he's just... had a lot of bad days lately!"
"Jay's always having bad days when he's with you?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"And you two don't even kiss in public," Karina added, leaning her chin on her hand.
Your throat went dry. "Uh, well, he doesn't like PDA," you said quickly.
The two of them exchanged looks but eventually shrugged, letting it go. You let out a quiet breath of relief, only to freeze when Karina clapped her hands.
"Y/N, you said you can do back handsprings, right?"
You nodded eagerly. "Yes! Do you need me toโ"
"Great!" Karina stood, surveying the gym with a critical eye. "We need you to cover the entire formation during lifting. Can you do five in a row?"
Your eyes widened. "F-five?"
"Yeah, starting from over there." Karina gestured to the far side of the gym.
You forced a smile and walked to the starting position, nerves rattling in your chest. Everyone's eyes were on you.
You took a deep breath and started your back handsprings, nailing five in a row. When you landed, slightly dizzy, you raised your arms triumphantly.
"Hmm... it doesn't cover the right side," Karina said, tapping her chin. "Y/N, try seven this time."
Your smile faltered. "S-seven?"
They nodded.
You did as they asked, pushing through the dizziness, only to hear them call for more.
By the fourth round, you were practically collapsing mid-air. Ten was far too much, and by the end, your knees hit the floor hard, sending pain shooting up your legs.
"Oh, perfect!" Karina said, clapping her hands. "That covered the whole area. Great job, Y/N! But you need to work on your posture."
You winced, clutching your bruised knee as you shuffled to sit beside the others. The pain was sharp, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you forced a smile, trying to keep it together.
"I'm kind of craving boba tea," Karina said suddenly, standing up. "Who wants some?"
"Oh, me too!" Giselle chimed in, followed by the rest of the squad eagerly raising their hands.
"Perfect!" Karina said, pulling out a notepad. "Let's make a list."
A moment later, she shoved the list into your hands. "Here. And here's the money. You can go get it for us."
You stared at the list, dumbfounded. "Wait... me?"
"Yeah! Thanks, Y/N!" she said brightly, already turning to talk to Giselle about something else.
You blinked, standing stiffly as pain radiated from your knees. You didn't even have the energy to argue. Instead, you hobbled to the restroom first, tears spilling over as you washed your knees.
Violet bruises were already forming, and the cold water stung as it ran over the tender skin.
This wasn't what you'd imagined when you dreamed of joining the cheer squad.
You thought it would be glamorousโflipping in the air, cheering under bright lights, and finally belonging to something cool.
Instead, here you were, limping to a nearby boba shop with bruised knees and teary eyes.
Still, you told yourself it was okay. You were part of them now. You weren't just a simple girl anymoreโyou were a cheerleader. Their friend. It was normal to run errands and do things for your friends, right?
So why did it feel so awful?
As you stood in line, you checked the money Karina had handed you earlier, only to realize it was short. Way short.
You panicked for a moment, but what could you do? You had no choice but to pay for the rest out of your own pocket, all while swallowing the lump in your throat.
By the time you were walking back to school, holding a bunch of boba cups in flimsy plastic bags, you were crying. Pathetically.
Tears streaked your face, and your lips wobbled as you sniffled, trying not to let the world see how pitiful you looked.
But it wasn't their fault, you told yourself. They weren't bullying you. You were just having a sensitive day. Your knees hurt from all that back handspring practice, and the money situation had just been bad luck.
That's all.
You furiously wiped at your cheeks, determined to look normal before you made it back to the gym. But then, a voice startled you out of your thoughts.
"What happened to you?"
You nearly dropped the boba.
"Jay!" you yelped, turning to see him standing there with his guitar case slung over his back, his sharp gaze flicking from your tear-streaked face to the plastic bags in your handsโand then to your bruised, purple knees.
"Iโuhโhi!" you stammered, forcing an awkward smile.
He didn't return it. "You didn't visit the music room today."
"Oh!" you exclaimed, caught off guard. "I was busy with practice. I completely forgot! I'm sorry!"
He didn't respond, just reached over and took the plastic boba bags from your hands.
You blinked at him, muttering a quiet "thank you" as he carried them down the hallway beside you.
"What happened to you?" he asked again, his tone firmer this time.
You scratched the back of your head, feigning cluelessness. "Uh, what do you mean?"
He gave you a look, and his voice dropped. "Why were you crying? And why do you have bruises all over your knees?"
Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He was staring at you like he could see right through every lie you'd prepared.
"Oh, that?" You waved a hand as if it were nothing. "They made me practice back handsprings today. I just, uh, had a bad landing. But I'm totally fine! See?" You gave him a shaky thumbs-up, forcing another smile.
Jay didn't look convinced. His gaze flickered back to your knees, then to your face.
"Why? Do you care about me?" you teased, lightly bumping his shoulder with yours.
He rolled his eyes, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Without a word, he gestured toward the gym door.
"You first."
You laughed nervously, pushing the door open and walking inside.
"Oh, Y/N," Karina called out from across the gym. "Coach said we're not allowed to have boba anymore since she's strict about our diet. Did you already buy it?"
Your face fell. "Yes..."
"Oh crap!" Giselle smacked her forehead. "I texted you, but I guess it didn't go through!"
"But the boba? The money?" one of the girls asked, holding out her hand expectantly.
You hesitated, your voice caught in your throat. "I already bought it," you said quietly, glancing nervously at Jay.
Before you could say anything else, he walked past you, heading toward the bleachers. Without a word, he dropped the bags of boba onto the benchโhard. The cups jostled, some of the liquid spilling over the edges.
"J-Jongseong?!" Karina stammered, her confident tone faltering as she gulped nervously.
Jay stood there, his sharp glare slicing through the room. "Are you serious right now?" he said, his voice calm but dangerous.
Karina shifted uncomfortably, swallowing a lump in her throat. "W-we didn't mean for her to actually buy themโ"
"Yeah?" he cut her off. "Because it looks like you had her running errands like your personal delivery service."
"Jay, it's not like that!" you blurted, defending them instinctively, though your voice wavered.
The room went silent. None of the girls dared to speak as Jay's gaze swept over them, so sharp.
"Is your practice over or something?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because none of you look like you're doing any cheers anymore."
Giselle quickly nodded, her voice high and nervous. "W-we're on a break!"
Jay's eyes narrowed slightly, making Giselle shrink under his gaze.
Finally, he turned to you, and his expression softened just enough to make your chest feel weirdโlike relief, or maybe something you couldn't quite place.
"Come on," he said, nodding toward the door.
"H-huh?" you stammered, blinking up at him.
"Let's go," he repeated, already turning away.
Before you could argue, he noticed the way you hesitated, the way you winced with every step. His eyes flicked down to your knees, bruised and swollen, and without a word, he leaned down and effortlessly scooped you up into his arms.
"W-what are you doing?!" you gasped, your face burning red as you scrambled to hold onto him.
The squad collectively let out a series of audible gasps behind you.
"Oh my God, she's not like, totally lying," Karina whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Jay didn't acknowledge them. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed ahead as he carried you out of the gym.
"Jay, I can walk!" you protested weakly, even though your knees were very much not in walking condition.
"Yeah, you're doing a great job of that," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he adjusted his grip on you.
You clung to him in stunned silence, trying to ignore the burning stares from the squad still watching as the door swung shut behind you.
Your heart raced, and whether it was from embarrassment or something else entirely, you didn't want to think about it.
"You're going to stop running around like this," Jay said firmly as he walked. "If they want boba, they can get it themselves."
"But I'm part of the team now," you mumbled, your voice small.
"You're not their errand girl," he shot back, his eyes flicking down to you.
You shut your mouth, letting him carry you to the clinic as the nurse tended to your bruised knees.
He leaned casually against the wall, watching the whole process like he was supervising. Every time you dared to glance his way, he raised an eyebrow, silently daring you to say something stupid. You wisely kept quiet.
The next day at practice, things hadn't gotten much better.
The girls were still bombarding you with questionsโexcept now, Jay had inadvertently raised your popularity to new heights.
"He's sweet but terrifying," one of them whispered, watching you stretch. "Maybe you should get him to smile for once. He's always glaring."
"Yeah, but it's kind of hot," another one added, fanning herself dramatically. "It's like he hates everyone except her."
You snorted at that, almost choking on your own air. If only they knew the truth. But you couldn't even laugh properly because someone tapped your shoulder, pointing toward the gym doors.
"Y/N, look!"
You turned and nearly choked on your own spit. There he wasโJayโwalking toward you.
The girls squealed, whispering loudly as they quickly backed away to give you "privacy."
Your stomach flipped as he approached, his dark eyes scanning the gym before locking on you. "What are you doing here?" you whispered, gripping the edge of the bleachers.
He ignored your question, dropping his bag and kneeling in front of you.
"How's your knee?" he asked, his tone softer this time as his eyes flicked to your legs.
"I'm fine! What are you doing here?" you repeated, feeling heat crawl up your neck as the gym filled with the sound of squeals and whispers.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out something.
"I bought you knee pads," he said simply, holding them up.
Your jaw dropped. "Whatโwhy?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he gently took your leg, his hands warm as he began securing the knee pad in place.
"He's so sweet!" one of the girls whispered loudly.
You tried to ignore the growing crowd of gossipers, your face burning as you stared down at him. "You really didn't have toโ"
"Stop moving," he interrupted, his focus entirely on your knee as he adjusted the strap.
You sighed, crossing your arms. "Jay, seriously, what are you doing here?"
"I'll watch your routine," he said casually, moving to your other knee.
"What? No!" you exclaimed, flailing slightly. "What do you mean, you'll watch?"
He glanced up at you, a small, almost mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "You watch me practice at the music room. It's only fair I watch yours."
"That's different!" you sputtered, your face heating further.
"How is it different?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Becauseโbecause I'm not good at this yet!" you said, flustered. "What's your deal?"
"What do you mean?" he said, his voice light with amusement. "I just want to support my girlfriend."
You froze. Your brain short-circuited. Did he justโ
"W-what did you just say?" you stammered, your voice cracking.
"Girlfriend," he repeated smoothly, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Isn't that what you keep telling everyone I am?"
You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The giggles and gasps around you didn't help, either.
"You can't justโ" you started, but he cut you off.
"Relax," he said, smirking as he turned to walk away. "Good luck with practice,ย babe. I'll be watching."
You watched him head toward the bleachers, still reeling from the fact that Park Jongseong, the untouchable cold Jay, just called you his girlfriend in front of everyone.
If you hadn't been blushing before, you were definitely on fire now.
The routine begins with a burst of synchronized cheers, the squad moving in perfect unison. You jump, spin, and dance, throwing in a split and a clean back handspring. When the lifting section comes, you step onto their hands with, you stick the landing, holding your pose as they lower you carefully.
You finish the routine without letting your bruised knees slow you down, your chest heaving as sweat drips down your temples.
The coach claps, giving feedback to the squad, but all you can think about is sitting down and catching your breath.
Unconsciously, you find yourself collapsing onto the bleachersโright next to Jay. He doesn't say anything, just pulls a water bottle and towel out of his bag, as if he'd been expecting you to need them.
"Here," he mutters, handing them over.
"Thanks," you say, too exhausted to overthink it. You take a long sip of water before draping the towel over your shoulders.
"How's the performance?" you ask him, still catching your breath.
"You're good," he replies simply.
You pause, blinking at him. "No, like... us. The cheering squad. How did we look?"
Jay shrugs, leaning back slightly on the bleachers, his gaze fixed ahead. "I don't know," he says, his tone casual. "I only had my eyes on you."
The water bottle in your hand almost slips from your grasp.
"W-what?" you stammer, turning to look at him.
He doesn't meet your gaze, his expression cool and indifferent, but there's a small twitch at the corner of his lips. "You heard me," he says, his voice even.
Your face heats up, and you're not sure if it's from the workout or his words. Before you can respond, one of your squadmates calls your name, pulling you back to reality.
"Iโuh, thanks," you mumble, scrambling to stand.
"Don't fall," Jay says, glancing at your knees briefly before leaning back and pulling out his phone, as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb on you.
Your heart races as you jog back to the squad, Jay's words replaying in your mind. "I only had my eyes on you."
What was that supposed to mean?
Over the following weeks, something shifted. Jay did seem toย likeย youโno, that would be too strongโbut he definitely didn't hate you anymore. If anything, it felt like he had resigned himself to your presence.
Your schedules matched perfectly: you'd stop by the music room before your cheer practice, watching him play with quiet awe. After his practice ended, you'd walk together to the gym, where he'd drop you off with a gruff nod.
And during those walks, you talked. Aย lot.
Jay didn't interrupt or roll his eyes at your endless stream of words, but he didn't say much either. He'd let you ramble about random thingsโyour favorite stories, songs, foods, or some obscure fact you'd read online.
One day, while rifling through your bag in frustration, you whined, "Crap, I always forget to bring an extra shirt!"
Jay didn't respond, just kept walking. You assumed he wasn't even listening.
But the next day, when you showed up for your routine walk to the gym, he handed you a neatly folded shirt.
"Here," he said, his tone flat, as though it wasn't a big deal.
You blinked, staring at it. "Wait, is this for me?"
"No, it's for the bench," he replied dryly. Then, seeing your expression, added, "You said you forget yours. Just take it."
Your heart skipped as you took the shirt, muttering a soft "thank you."
On another day, after practice, you grinned at him. "I really want a spicy ramenโlike, with crab sticks and shrimp! Let's go get some!"
He raised an eyebrow. "That's a one-way ticket to high blood pressure," he deadpanned.
You pouted, whining dramatically. "Come on, Jay!"
Yet not long after, you found yourselves seated at a small ramen shop. You happily slurped your noodles, your feet swinging slightly under the table. Jay glanced down at your feet before looking up at you, finding you smiling as you focused on your bowl.
"What?" you asked, catching his gaze.
"Nothing," he muttered, shaking his head as he went back to his own noodles.
Spending time with Jay made you lose your guard in the best way.
You weren't as self-conscious anymore, and little things just felt... natural. Like the time you were walking together, mid-laugh, and he suddenly pulled your arm to stop you.
"Look both ways," he mumbled, his hand lingering on your arm as you gripped it instinctively.
You giggled, wrapping your hand around his. "Okay, Dad."
He didn't respond, but his lips twitched ever so slightly.
Another habit of his? Waiting for you after practice, leaning against his motorcycle with his usual nonchalant expression. He'd nod for you to hop on, offering you his spare helmet.
It felt normal nowโholding onto him as he drove, the wind whipping around you as the city lights blurred by.
Sometimes, Jay and you didn't even talk. Like when you'd share a cup of ice cream on a bench after practice, the two of you just staring at nothing. He'd sit beside you, watching as you bit down on your spoon absentmindedly.
"You look dumb," he'd say eventually, breaking the silence.
You'd laugh and stick your tongue out at him. "Thanks, Jay. Love the confidence boost."
Jay's attention to small things surprised you most when it came to your ketchup obsession.
It started when you were both sitting at your usual fast-food jointโa chain with a bright red logo and the smell of fries and fried chicken wafting through the air.
You'd always order the same thing: chicken nuggets and fries. But what made you stand out (to Jay, at least) was how you hoarded ketchup packets.
You never even used them at the restaurant. Instead, you'd stuff them into your bag, mumbling something about "saving them for later." Jay didn't ask at first, but the mystery was solved when he saw you in their practice one day, pulling out one of those packets.
You ripped it open quietly, then tipped the packet to your mouth and slurped the ketchup straight out of it.
A week later, during a break, Jay casually handed you a small stack of ketchup packets.
"Where did youย getย these?" you squealed, your eyes sparkling as you grabbed them from his hand.
"My bandmates ordered fries," he said with a shrug. "They don't like ketchup, so I took them."
You stared at him, your heart doing an annoying little flip. "Jay, youย getย me," you said dramatically, clutching the packets to your chest like they were a bouquet of roses.
"Don't make this weird," he muttered, already turning away.
You ripped one open immediately, slurping the sweet and tangy ketchup with a grin. "Thanks, Jay!"
He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched againโhis almost-smile.
Then there was the time in the cafeteria when he handed you a tissue.
You stared at him, confused. "What's this for?"
"Your lip gloss," he said simply, his tone so casual it made your brain short-circuit.
You blinked, dumbfounded, as heat rose to your cheeks. How did he even notice that you always wiped off your lip gloss before eating?
You muttered a shy "thanks," taking the tissue as your heart thumped in your chest.
And then there were even smaller things.
Like how he bent down to tie your shoelaces without a word when they came undone during your walk.
Or how he fixed your hair once, brushing a stray strand behind your ear with a quick, almost annoyed motion.
Or how he straightened your uniform when it got wrinkled after a particularly rough practice, muttering something about how you looked like "a mess."
They weren't grand gestures. Jay wasn't the type for big declarations or sweeping acts of romance. But it was always the small things that left you breathlessโthe way he noticed you, the way he cared without saying much.
And maybe, just maybe, the cold, untouchable guitarist didn't hate you as much as he let on.
"That's Park Jongseong's girlfriend!"
"Park Jongseong's girl is so pretty!"
"I didn't know Park Jongseong's girlfriend is so good at dancing!"
But honestly? You weren't sure how to feel about it anymore.
People didn't want to know you. They wanted to know him. Even when someone started a conversation with you, it always led back to Jay.
"How did you two meet?"
"What does he do when he's bored?"
"Does he even smile around you?"
You started noticing how Jay wasn't immune, either. People would corner him in the halls, asking invasive questions about your "relationship," and he'd glare at them in that trademark way of his until they got the hint and left. He never complained, never said anything about it to you, but you could see it in the way his jaw clenched tighter these days.
You weren't cool. You weren't special.
You were just someone who had made a stupid, selfish decision to drag his name into your mess. And now? You weren't sure if you could keep it up any longer.
It was a quiet afternoon in the music room. Jay sat across from you, strumming his guitar in the golden light of sunset. Normally, this was when you'd ramble on about whatever random topic popped into your head, but today, the words felt too heavy to come out.
Instead, you pulled your knees to your chest, hugging them as you stared at the floor.
"I'm sorry if I always bother you," you said suddenly, your voice barely audible.
Jay's fingers stilled on the strings, his head tilting slightly as he glanced at you.
"I... I really don't have any friends," you admitted, resting your chin on your knees. "I think I'm too crazy for the good girls in my class, too dumb for the nerds, and way too soft for the mean girls."
He didn't say anything, but you felt his eyes on you.
"But, you know," you continued, your voice shaky, "you're the first person who's ever... tolerated me. And I really appreciate that."
You laughed weakly, even though it wasn't funny. "Thank you, Park Jongseong, for listening to me go on and on about dystopian movies. For putting up with me when I get loud and excited. For not judging my weird ketchup obsession."
Jay leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable, as you let out a long sigh.
"I thought dragging your name into the cheer squad thing would make me feel like I belonged somewhere," you said, your voice breaking. "But it hasn't. If anything, it's just made me feel worse. Like I'm not enough for them. Like I'll never be enough."
Your chest tightened as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, unable to meet his gaze. "And... I feel like I've dumped all these responsibilities on you because of one stupid little lie I told. It's not fair to you."
Jay stayed silent, but you could feel his presence, heavy and quiet.
You swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "I think... I think it's time we break up."
Jay's hands froze on the guitar, his entire body going still. His gaze sharpened.
"Break up?" he repeated, his tone even but taut, like he was holding something back.
You nodded, your throat closing up. "Yeah. I've caused you enough trouble already. I think... I think it's better if we just end it. It'll be easier for you."
Jay's jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the edge of the guitar as he stared at you. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with something you couldn't place.
Your chest felt like it was caving in. You couldn't look at him, couldn't bring yourself to say what you really wanted to say. So instead, you nodded.
"Yes," you whispered, barely audible.
The silence that followed was unbearable. You expected him to agree, to maybe sigh in relief or tell you that you were right. But instead, he just stared at you, his gaze unreadable.
Finally, he exhaled through his nose, his voice low. "Alright."
Your heart sank at the word, even though it was what you'd asked for. You forced yourself to stand, forcing a shaky "thank you" past your lips as you made your way toward the door.
But just as you reached it, his voice stopped you in your tracks.
"But you should know," he said, "that if you think you're not enough, you're wrong."
You froze, your breath hitching. Slowly, you turned to face him.
He wasn't looking at you anymore. His gaze was fixed on his guitar, his fingers idly plucking at the strings, but there was a softness in his voice that you weren't used to.
"You don't have to try so hard to fit into their world," he said quietly. "You already stand out. You don't see it, but you do."
Your throat tightened as tears pricked at your eyes. "Jay..."
He looked up at you then, his dark eyes piercing but calm. "If you want to end it, I'll let you go," he said, his voice steady. "But don't do it because you think you're causing me trouble. That's just you overthinking, as usual."
The ache in your chest grew unbearable, and for a moment, you thought about staying.ย
But the weight of your emotions felt too heavy, and you bolted, muttering a weak "thanks" as you ran out of the room, tears already spilling down your cheeks.
You didn't look back, but as you closed the door behind you, you swore you heard the faint sound of his guitar stringsโsoft, steady, and full of something you didn't quite understand.
By the time you reached the bathroom, you were aย mess.
You locked yourself in a stall and let it all out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you triedโand failedโto convince yourself this was what you wanted.
"It's not even real," you muttered, your voice cracking. "We're not a thing. We wereย neverย a thing. Why am I crying like an idiot?"
But no amount of reasoning stopped the ugly sobs from wracking your chest. You clutched some toilet paper, blowing your nose dramatically and telling yourself toย get it together.
When you showed up to practice later, your eyes were swollen and red, your nose a little too pink to hide what had happened.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Karina asked, looking concerned.
You forced a shaky smile. "I'm fine! Totally fine! Oh, by the way..." You paused, sniffling slightly. "Jay and I broke up."
The words felt like ripping off a Band-Aid, but you didn't have time to process them before the room erupted.
"What?!" Giselle gasped, clutching her water bottle.
"No way!" Yunjin exclaimed, already pulling out her phone.
Within hours, the news spread across the school faster than you thought possible. Everywhere you went, you could hear whispers and murmurs about the "breakup."
And Park Jongseong?
He was stillย Park Jongseong.
You spotted him in the hallway, his face set in stone, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp as ever.
He walked like he was on his way to commit murder, every step filled with tension. People gave him a wide berth, whispering things like, "He's even scarier than usual," and, "God, she must'veย reallyย broken his heart."
But when your eyes met his for a split second, he looked away, his expression you can't read.
Your chest ached painfully every time you passed him. And when you were finally alone at night, you curled up in bed and cried yourself to sleep, the pain in your chest refusing to fade.
By the time your classmates dragged you to karaoke, you were on emotional autopilot. You didn't want to be there, but they'd insisted.
"It'll help you get over him!" Sunoo had said, practically shoving you into the room.
It wasn't helping. At all.
Sunoo grabbed the mic, singing passionately as the lyrics flashed across the screen. "That's why I don't understand... why I'm feeling so bad now, when I know it was my idea."
You froze, staring at the lyrics like they'd personally attacked you. Your lips twitched, but you refused to let the tears fall.
Ni-ki leaned forward, grabbing the mic dramatically. "I could've just denied the truth and lied... why am I the only one, standing, stranded on the same ground?!"
You let out a choked laugh, trying to brush off your growing emotions, but then Sunoo turned to you with wide, knowing eyes. "Oh my God, what happened to you?!"
"Shut up," you muttered, pulling your cardigan over your face to hide the tears forming in your eyes.
The room erupted as Ni-ki wrestled the mic away from Sunoo. "My love, it's been a long time since I cried and left you out of the blue." Ni-ki sang into the microphone.
You couldn't help itโthe tears started spilling as you wiped them furiously with your sleeve, hoping no one would notice.
"It's hard leaving you that way... when I never wanted to!"
Your classmates were belting out the lyrics, screaming into the mic with way too much passion. And somehow, the chaos made it worse.
"Self-denial is a game!" Ni-ki shouted, practically falling to his knees. "It's strange, I never would've wanted it until there was you!"
You sniffled, wiping your cheeks again, but the tears wouldn't stop.
"Y/N, are you crying?!" Sunoo gasped dramatically, leaning closer, his voice high-pitched enough to rival a whistle.
"No!" you wailed, burying your face deeper into your cardigan. "It's justโthe lyrics are soย stupid!"
Jungwon, ever the responsible one, grabbed the remote and immediately switched the song. "Okay, we need a vibe shift. No more heartbreak songs."
The opening beat ofย Apple Bottom Jeansย blasted through the room, and everyone burst into cheers and laughter.
You couldn't help but laugh, sniffing back the last of your tears as Ni-ki grabbed the mic and jumped onto the couch.
You felt a little lighter. Sure, your heart was still aching, but at least now, you now had friends who made it a little easier to breathe.
The next day, you were required to attend the university baseball game. Every student was, but as part of the cheerleading pep squad, you had absolutely no excuse to skip.
The stadium was packed with thousands of students from your university and the rival school, the energy buzzing in the air. You tugged at the hem of your uniform skirt, your face burning with embarrassment. "Is it really this short?!" you whined, glaring at Giselle.
She shushed you with a wave of her pom-poms. "Relax. It's normal!"
"You don't have to be awkward about it," Karina added, flipping her hair. "Your legs look great!"
Your coach, however, was far less delicate. "We're making it look longer because your legs are short," she said bluntly, not even looking up from her clipboard.
You gasped, utterly dumbfounded. "Iโshould I be offended, or...?"
The coach just shrugged, moving on with her notes.
Before the game officially began, your squad performed a short routine to hype up the crowd. The music blared through the speakers as you stepped forward, executing a clean front handspring. The crowd roared with approval, but your face burned as your skirt rode up mid-flip.
When the routine ended, you cringed, tugging your skirt back down as you returned to your seat at the front. You waved your pom-poms enthusiastically, shouting the university yell every time your team scored, even if you were still mortified from earlier.
When the game finally ended and the crowd began to thin out, you found yourself standing near the bleachers, clutching your pom-poms and phone. The cheer squad was preparing to take pictures, but you hung back for a moment, trying to catch your breath.
That's when someone approached you.
"Hi," a voice said, warm and slightly out of breath.
You turned to see a guy standing in front of you, wearing his baseball uniform. His dark hair was damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed from the game, and his smile was boyish and shy.
"I'm Heeseung," he introduced himself, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just wanted to say your routine was really cool. And, uh... I was wondering if I could get your number?"
You blinked, your brain stalling.ย Wait, what?
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, a loud voice called out from across the field.
"Y/N! Hurry up!" Sunoo waved his arms dramatically, yelling over the crowd. "We're taking pictures!"
Your face turned even redder as you looked between Heeseung and Sunoo. Panicking, you muttered a quick, "Sorry, I've gotta go!" before rushing off toward your squad, clutching your pom-poms.
By the time you reached your squad, you were out of breath and flustered, feeling like the world's biggest idiot.
You grabbed your bag, rummaging through it in search of a shirt to change into. The crowd had mostly cleared out, and the stadium lights were dimming, but you were too busy muttering to yourself to notice.
Of course, you didn't have a spare shirt. Why would you?
You sighed heavily, dropping your pom-poms into the bag and staring at the empty space inside. Without thinking, you mumbled, "I miss Jay."
The words hung in the air, surprising even you. You froze for a second, realizing what you'd just said out loud.
It had been months since you'd ended thingsโor whatever it was you'd hadโwith Jay. And somehow, instead of feeling lighter, you felt worse.
The more you saw him in passing, the more you missed him. The more youย cravedย him. The ache in your chest refused to fade, no matter how much time passed.
Sometimes, you still cried yourself to sleep, clutching your pillow as memories of him flooded your mind.
You hated how much you missed him.
And then there were moments when your body moved on its own, as if drawn to him.
You'd find yourself standing outside the music room, staring at the door like you were waiting for somethingโor someoneโto pull you inside.
But you never went in. You just stood there, your heart heavy, before walking away again.
Or you'd sit at your favorite bench, the one where you used to share ice cream with him after practice. You'd sit there alone, biting the spoon absentmindedly and staring at nothing, replaying old conversations in your head.
It was during one of those quiet moments, as you sat with a half-melted scoop of vanilla in your hand, that the truth finally hit you.
Youย likedย Jay.
No, you more than liked him. You missed him so much it hurt. And the worst part? You had no idea if he missed you, too.
You bit down harder on your spoon, frustration bubbling in your chest.
Why had you been so stupid? Why had you pushed him away when, deep down, he'd been the only one who ever made you feel seen?
Maybe you were too late. Maybe you'd ruined whatever connection you had with him.
But one thought kept circling in your mind, no matter how much you tried to shake it off.
What if you weren't too late?
"Do you party?" Sunoo asked casually, flopping onto your bed like it was his own.
You raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide your skepticism. "Not really. I mean, I've been to a few, but it's not my thing. Why?"
"Let's go to a party this weekend! You know Sunghoon, right? The baseball player? He's hosting!"
You laughed, waving him off. "I'll think about it, but probably not."
Sunoo narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but you brushed him off, fully intending to stay home.
But when the weekend came, your plans to stay curled up in bed went out the window.
Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki just barged into your house.
"Why aren't you dressed?!" Sunoo exclaimed, throwing open your closet as Jungwon inspected your makeup drawer.
"What are you doing?!" you shrieked, clutching a pillow like it was a weapon.
"Youย areย going to this party," Ni-ki said, arms crossed like he was your older brother instead of one year younger. "Get ready. Now."
With no way out, you reluctantly threw on a simple crop top and shorts, tying your hair into a ponytail and doing clean, light makeup.
When you arrived at the party, the atmosphere immediately overwhelmed you. The music was loud enough to shake the walls, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and something smoky lingering in the air.
You stuck close to Sunoo as he handed you a red cup with some drink you didn't recognize.
"Just take a sip!" he shouted over the music.
"Excuse me for a second," you said, escaping to the balcony.
The moment you stepped outside, you exhaled deeply, the fresh air calming your nerves. The cool night breeze felt like a blessing after the suffocating heat inside.
But then, you stiffened.
Sitting in one of the chairs was someone you hadn't expected to seeโsomeone you hadn't seen up close in months.
Jay.
He sat with one foot tapping rhythmically against the ground, a vape in his hand. The dim light from the balcony highlighted his sharp jawline, his pointed nose, and the effortless way his hair slicked back. He wore a simple white shirt under a blue Nike jacket, but somehow, he looked stunning.
Your chest tightened painfully as his head turned, his dark eyes meeting yours.
"Oh," you said awkwardly, frozen in place.
He stared at you for a moment, then leaned back in his chair, taking a long drag from his vape.
Without knowing why, you found yourself walking over to him and sitting quietly beside him, your gaze fixed on the stars above.
"I didn't know you actually smoked," you said softly, breaking the silence.
He hummed, his head tilting slightly as he exhaled the smoke in the opposite direction, making a point to avoid letting any of it near you.
"I don't. Not usually. I don't smoke at school."
He shifted in his seat, sliding the vape into his pocket and straightening his posture.
"Why'd you stop just now?" you asked, glancing at him.
He didn't hesitate. "Your nose is sensitive to strong smells."
Your breath caught, his simple answer hitting you harder than you expected. That was Jayโalways quiet, always watching, always knowing without making a big deal of it.
The ache in your chest grew unbearable.
"I'm sorry," the words came out from your mouth.
Jay's gaze snapped to yours, his expression neutral.
"For what?" he asked evenly.
"For just leaving," you said, your voice shaky. "For everything you've done for me, and then me just... walking away. I didn't know what I was feeling back then. I was hurt and scared because... you're you, and I'm just me. I'm not good enough for youโ"
Jay didn't respond immediately. His gaze softened, though his expression remained guarded. "And what are you feeling now?"
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest.
"I... I miss you, Jay," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I miss everything about you. The small things, the way you cared, even if you acted like you didn't. I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for being stupid."
Jay looked at you for a long moment, his dark eyes searching yours.
"You're really stupid, aren't you?" he said, his voice calm but laced with a faint humor that made your heart ache.
You managed a weak laugh, wiping at the corner of your eye. "Yeah, I am."
Jay exhaled slowly, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile.
"I thought you'd like me and never break it off because that's what happens in those books you always talk about, right?" he said, his voice softening. "But somehow, I fell harder than I ever expected."
Your breath hitched as he let out a quiet laughโso rare, so warm, it made your chest ache. He finally looked at you, his eyes glinting with something vulnerable.
"I've always waited for you," he admitted, his voice low. "Waited for you to stop standing outside the music room and just walk in. But you never did."
Your eyes widened, surprise flickering across your face.
"I saw you," he continued. "Every time you sat on that bench, on our place... I saw you at a distance, sitting there, staring at nothing. And I waited. I always waited for your eyes to look at me the way I was looking at you."
Tears began to swell in your eyes as you took in his words.
Jay leaned closer, his movements gentle.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "For being such a coward. For not walking up to you when I wanted to. I told myself I'd wait, but waiting just hurt more because all I could do was think about you. About us."
He reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers against your cheek, his hand warm and grounding. "I'm hurting. I've been hurting since you left. Do you feel the same way?"
The tears spilled over, warm and slow, streaking down your cheeks. You placed your hand over his, leaning into his touch as you nodded. "I do, Jay. I've been hurting, too."
He watched you closely, his eyes softening as you smiled at him through your tears.
"You're crying," he murmured, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb.
"Yeah, well, that's your fault," you whispered, laughing through the tears.
Jay shook his head, his lips tugging into the faintest smile. "You're impossible," he muttered, his voice affectionate.
"And you're annoying," you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion.
But neither of you moved away.
The balcony felt smaller, quieter, as Jay's hand lingered on your cheek. His gaze flickered to your lips for a brief second, and your heart jumped, but he didn't move, waiting instead for you to close the gap.
So you did.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly to his, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. His lips were warm and hesitant at first, but then he shifted, tilting his head slightly as he kissed you back.
His hand slid into your hair, his fingers brushing lightly against your scalp as he pulled you closer. The kiss deepened, your lips moving in perfect sync.
When you pulled back just slightly to catch your breath, his forehead rested against yours, and his lips hovered mere inches away.
His voice was low, and soft as he whispered against your lips, "Don't ever think of yourself like that. You're more than enough."
His words struck you deep, and your eyes fluttered open to meet his. "But... you're you, and I'm just me," you murmured, your voice barely audible.
Jay didn't let you finish. His lips captured yours again, silencing your insecurities. When he pulled back, he looked at you with a gaze so intense it made your breath hitch.
"I like you for being you," he said simply.
You swallowed hard, your chest tightening with emotion. "But you're like a big star," you said, holding up your fingers to make the shape of a small star, "and I'm just... a little star."
Jay's lips curved into the softest smile before he leaned forward again, kissing you gently.
His voice was tender when he murmured against your lips, "A little star that shines brightest in my eyes."
Your cheeks burned, and you couldn't help but let out a flustered laugh, lightly hitting his chest. "How come you always know how to get my heart?!"
Jay chuckled, kissing your forehead as he hugs you.
Jay just wanted to play guitar. That was all. He didn't ask for the reputation, the attention, or the corny nickname the school had slapped on himโthe "cold, untouchable hot guitarist." God, how he hated that.
Every day felt the same: girls cornering him in the halls, asking for his number or accidentally brushing their hands against his arms or guitar case. His eyes would glare like knives as he gritted out, "Don't touch me."
He hated itโthe fake admiration, the empty attention. Everyone seemed to care about him for all the wrong reasons. And when they annoyed him too much?
"Fuck off," he'd mutter, his tone so cold it practically froze people in their tracks.
But you? You were different.
Jay remembered the school festival three years ago. He'd been sitting in Jake's booth, tuning his guitar lazily while Jake served spicy noodles to an occasional brave (or dumb) soul willing to risk their stomach for the thrill.
It was supposed to be a chill afternoon, but then you showed up.
You were the only person who kept coming back to Jake's booth. Every hour.
"I swear, you're going to burn a hole in your stomach," Jake had told you, half-laughing as he handed you yet another bowl of his stupidly spicy noodles.
"Totally worth it," you'd chirped, your voice high-pitched and cheerful. "Do you have a permanent shop? I'd eat there every day!"
Jay had glanced up from his guitar, staring at you through the slits of the tent. You were completely oblivious to his presence, happily slurping noodles as Jake made small talk with you.
Later, Jake stormed into the tent, tossing his apron onto the chair. "We're sold out," he'd announced. "And it's her fault."
Jay had raised an eyebrow. "Her?"
Jake pointed outside. "The spicy noodle girl. She's been coming back all day. We sold out because of her."
Jay hadn't said anything, but his lips had twitched, the smallest hint of a smile forming before he went back to tuning his guitar.
Jay hated everyone. He hated how they tugged at him, how they fawned over him for no reason. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to hate you.
He remembered the little thingsโmoments that no one else seemed to notice.
Like the time you walked down the hallway with that cute little bag, the kind of bag that didn't really suit a high schooler but looked perfect on you.
It had a figurine hanging from it, neatly wrapped in a plastic pouch, and you carried it like it was your most prized possession.
Then, just days later, he'd found you outside the lost and found office, whining and crying. You'd lost the figurine, and you'd spent an entire lunch period pacing back and forth in front of the office, waiting for someone to turn it in.
Or the time he saw you clapping and cheering during a cheerleading pep squad performance, smiling so brightly that it felt contagious. You weren't even part of the squad back then, just a spectator, but you looked so genuinely happy that even he couldn't look away.
Then there was your PathFit (PE) class. Jay hadn't meant to stop by, but he'd found himself standing near the open door, his guitar case slung over his shoulder, as his eyes drifted toward you. You were on the floor, legs stretched into a perfect split, your forehead pressed to the ground as you stretched.
Jay once again noticed you searching frantically for a notebook you'd dropped in the hallway. You were crouched on the floor, mumbling to yourself, "This is why I can't have nice things."
He'd spotted the notebook a few feet away, picked it up, and placed it on the bench beside him.
When you found it moments later, you gasped, "Oh my God, it's a miracle!"
You always said you were just a simple girl. That no one really noticed you or cared about someone like you.
But in Jay's eyes, you were the opposite of invisible.
And every time he thought about you, he realized the same thing.
You stood out more than anyone else ever could.
When you'd spilled water all over his face.
His first reaction wasn't anger or annoyance, but something that surprised even himโhe noticed how beautiful you looked up close.
Your wide eyes stared at him in shock, your pouty lips forming a small gasp as you muttered incoherent apologies. The faint, sweet floral scent of your perfume hit him, and for a second, he forgot the cold water dripping down his face.
Jay closed his eyes, his jaw clenching as he tried to take in more of that intoxicating scent, grounding himself. But before he could say anything, you bolted, muttering a quick "Sorry!" as you sprinted down the hallway.
He almost laughed when you tripped on your knees, scrambling awkwardly to escape. He stood there for a moment, wiping the water off his face with his sleeve.
The second interaction was you crashing out his guitar. He almost didn't notice his guitar on the floor because his eyes were locked on you.
Slowly, you raised two fingers in a peace sign, your expression a mix of guilt and panic.
"Uh... sorry?" you muttered before immediately backing out of the room.
Jay stood there, staring at the empty doorway, blinking in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, maybe even laugh, but the sound never left his throat. You were gone before he could even start a conversation.
And then there was the volleyball incident.
Jay didn't even see the ball coming. One second he was walking into the gym with his friends, and the next, a sharp pain hit him square on the nose.
"Shit," he hissed, dropping to the ground and clutching his face.
When he opened his eyes, you were hovering over him, your face inches from his. Your hair framed your face like a curtain, and there it was againโthat scent. Sweet, light, floral.
He blinked up at you, stunned into silence. For a split second, he forgot about the pain, about the blood dripping from his nose. He was too focused on youโyour soft features, your panicked expression, the way your lips trembled as you tried to form words.
Before he could open his mouth to tell you he was fine, the blood started pouring out of his nose.
"Crap!" you yelped, standing up quickly, flailing in panic. "IโI'll get help! I'm so sorry!"
And then you ran. Again.
Jay lay there, groaning as Jake handed him a tissue, snickering the entire time.
"Shut up," Jay muttered, even though Jake don't even say anything.
The breaking point came when Jay heard about the rumor that he was in a relationship.
He was furious. Annoyed didn't even begin to describe it. He hated how his name was constantly dragged into things, but this? A fake relationship? With some girl he didn't even know?
Storming through the hallways, he cornered one of the guys he'd overheard spreading the rumor. Grabbing the boy by the collar, he slammed him against the lockers.
"Tell me who started it," Jay demanded, his voice low and sharp. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes boring into the boy's.
"I-I don't know! I swear!" the boy stammered, flinching under Jay's glare. "They said it was some girlโY/N! Y/N told the cheerleaders about it!"
At the mention of your name, Jay froze. His grip loosened slightly.
For a moment, he couldn't believe it. Of all people, it was you.
Releasing the boy with a shove, Jay stepped back, his emotions in a whirlwind. He should've been angrierโshould've been ready to confront you and demand answers. But instead, he found himself... curious.
He should've been irritated. He should've hated you for dragging his name into a mess.
But somehow, he didn't.
Instead, he felt something he couldn't quite place. And he wasn't sure what annoyed him moreโthe rumor itself or the fact that the thought of being tied to you didn't bother him as much as it should have.
โOh my God, are you seeing what Iโm seeing?โ
โDid they just come back together?!โ
Whispers followed the two of you as you walked hand in hand down the hallway.ย
Jayโs tall frame dressed in his usual all-black outfit. His guitar case was slung over his back, the strap resting effortlessly against his shoulder, and his hand held yours with an ease that made your heart race.
Every head turned to look at you. It wasnโt just the sight of Jayโcold, untouchable, and intimidatingโbut the sight ofย himย withย you,ย a cheerful and bubbly cheerleader.
You leaned closer to him, lowering your voice as you whispered, โDo you think a guitarist and a cheerleader is a weird combination?โ
Jay glanced down at you, one eyebrow raised, his expression softening. โNo,โ he said without hesitation, his voice steady. โYou and me? Weโre a perfect combination.โ
You let out a laugh, lightly bumping your shoulder against his arm. โGod, youโre so cheesy.โ
He smirked faintly but didnโt respond, the corners of his lips tugging upward in amusement.
Park Jongseong as a fake boyfriend was good.
But Park Jongseong as a real boyfriend? He was so much better.
You used to think of him as just the guy with the sharp jawline, the deadpan expression, and those sharp, eagle-like eyes that seemed to shoot lasers at anyone who got too close. He was the โfuck offโ and โshut upโ guy, the untouchable guitarist who kept everyone at armโs length.
But now, as you walked hand in hand with him, you realized how wrong youโd been.
Jay wasnโt just sweetโhe wasย unbelievablyย sweet.
You remembered all the little lies youโd told about him when you were trying to fit in with the cheer squad.
โHeโs so sweet,โ youโd said back then, fabricating stories about how heโd treat you like a princess.
But now? Those stories felt laughable because the reality of being with Jay wasย so much better.
When you were tired, heโd carry your bag without a word.
โLet me take it,โ heโd say simply, slipping the strap off your shoulder.
He opened doors for youโevery single time. If you walked through a doorway together, you didnโt even have to reach for the handle because Jay would already be holding it open, waiting patiently for you to step through.
Once, when you were getting into a car, youโd bumped your head against the roof. From that moment on, Jay always,ย alwaysย put a hand over your head to make sure it didnโt happen again.
โCareful,โ heโd murmur, voice low but gentle.
Youโd joked about him cooking for you once, completely unaware of how true it would become.
One evening, after a particularly long practice, Jay had brought you to his house. โYouโre tired,โ heโd said. โLet me make you something.โ
You hadnโt expected muchโmaybe instant ramen or a sandwich at most. But then youโd watched, wide-eyed, as he moved around the kitchen with surprising ease, chopping vegetables, seasoning meat, and sautรฉing everything.
โDo you cook often?โ youโd asked, leaning against the counter as the delicious aroma filled the room.
โSometimes,โ he replied, glancing at you briefly. โJake says my food is too good for him, though.โ
You laughed, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him. Jay, the sharp-tongued guitarist, was making you a home-cooked meal. And it wasnโt just goodโit wasย amazing.ย
Then there were the kisses.
Youโd made up a story once, saying, โHe kisses me goodbye every morning.โ You thought it was the perfect romantic lie to impress the cheerleaders.
But now? Jay had made it a reality.
Every morning before he left for his own class, heโd touch your cheek lightly, his fingers brushing against your skin.
Then, heโd lean in, his lips meeting yours in the gentlest, softest kiss.
โSee you later,โ heโd say, before turning and walking away.
Each time, your heart would flutter uncontrollably, your fingers brushing against your lips as you watched him go.ย
"Aftercare after sex"
Except now, the real thing had turned out to be even better.
โJay!โ you whined, your hand gripping his hair as your hips moved uncontrollably against his mouth.
His tongue worked magic against your clit, circling and sucking gently while his long fingers moved inside you. His fingers curled just right, hitting your sweet spot effortlessly, and you gasped, your jaw going slack from the overwhelming sensation.
Your stomach tightened as the heat pooled low in your belly, and you felt yourself getting closer with each passing second.
Jay let out a low hum, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. His free hand moved up to intertwine with yours, grounding you even as you felt like you might fall apart.
โFeel so good,โ you sobbed, your eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure. โDonโt want to stop.โ
Jay pulled back just slightly, his lips glistening as he murmured, โAre you close, baby?โ
You nodded frantically, your breathing erratic.
He leaned up, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on him, your tongue meeting his as the kiss grew messy and desperate. His fingers didnโt slow for a second, pumping relentlessly inside you as you gasped against his mouth.
When you broke the kiss, your eyes were teary, your chest heaving. Jay looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing heโd ever seen, his own breathing labored as he took in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
โFuck,โ he muttered, biting his lip as he moved back down between your legs. Without hesitation, he latched onto your clit again, sucking hard.
Your body jolted, your hands clutching at the sheets as you screamed his name. โGonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cumโโ
Jay hummed in approval, his tongue working in perfect sync with his fingers, coaxing you to the edge. His free hand squeezed yours gently, the small gesture making your heart flutter even as your hips bucked uncontrollably against his face.
โI love you,โ you gasped, your voice breaking. โI love you, I love youโโ
Your back arched as the tension inside you snapped, and your vision blurred with stars. You cried out, your body shaking as you came, the overwhelming pleasure leaving you breathless.
Jay stayed with you through it all, his tongue and fingers slowing to help you ride out the waves. When you finally slumped back against the bed, exhausted and trembling, he moved up beside you, brushing the hair from your face.
He kissed you softly, murmuring sweet nothings against your lips as he fixed your shirt and wiped you down with gentle care.
โYouโre okay,โ he whispered, soothing. โYou did so good.โ
Jay was definitely good at aftercare.
โIs it true that Park Jongseong isโฆ like, huge in bed?โ
You flushed instantly, your thoughts flashing to the one time youโd seen him fully exposed, when heโd let you take him in your hand.
Yeah, he was definitely huge.
"Did he really let you touch his guitar?"
You stared down at the sleek Stratocaster electric guitar now resting gently in your lap. Jay handed you a white marker, his eyes soft as he watched your expression shift from confusion to awe.
Your fingers lightly brushed over the strings and the smooth, glossy surface of the guitarโs body. โWhatโs this for?โ you asked, holding up the white marker he had placed in your hand.
โI need you to sign your name on my guitar,โ he said casually.
Your eyes widened as you looked between the guitar and Jay, who was now sitting beside you. โW-wait,โ you stammered, your voice rising slightly. โAre you sure? I donโt want to ruin itโโ
โBaby,โ he interrupted, โyouโre not ruining it.โ He leaned closer, gently pointing at a spot near the edge of the guitarโs body. โRight there. Thatโs where I want it. Sign it for me, hmm?โ
You swallowed hard, this wasnโt just any guitarโit wasย hisย guitar. The one he cherished.
โOkay,โ you whispered, nodding as you carefully uncapped the marker.
You hovered the pen above the guitar for a moment, practicing your signature in the air as your nerves fluttered.
Jay chuckled softly beside you, his voice warm. โYouโre acting like youโre signing a million-dollar contract.โ
โThisย is more serious than that,โ you shot back, your lips curving into a nervous smile.
Finally, with a deep breath, you pressed the tip of the marker to the glossy surface, your hand moving carefully as you signed your name. The white ink glided smoothly across the black body, and when you pulled the marker away, you stared at the result with wide eyes.
โPerfect,โ Jay murmured.
You turned to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze lingered on the guitar. His usual sharp, stoic expression was replaced with something softer, his eyes shining as he traced your signature with his finger.
He looked up at you, his lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. โThank you,โ he said, his voice full of warmth. Then, leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder.
Your cheeks burned as you gripped the marker tightly, unsure of what to say.
Jay pulled back slightly, his smile still in place. โNow itโs perfect,โ he said simply, taking the guitar from your lap and standing up.
You watched as he adjusted the strap and slung it over his shoulder. His fingers moved instinctively to the strings, testing a few chords, and you couldnโt help but notice the way his eyes kept flickering to your signature.
โLooks good, doesnโt it?โ he asked, his voice casual, but you could hear the pride beneath it.
โIt does,โ you said softly, your chest feeling warm and full.
It was the school festival again, and you couldnโt contain your excitement. Still wearing your cheerleading uniform from your earlier routine, you tugged at your cousinโs arm, practically dragging her through the bustling crowd. The stadium was alive with energyโstudents cheering, music blasting from nearby booths, and the smell of snacks wafting through the air.
โCome on, weโre going to miss it!โ you squealed, your ponytail bouncing as you hurried forward, your pom-poms tucked under your arm.
Your cousin groaned dramatically, trailing behind you. โYouโve been talking about this all day. Who are we even going to see?โ
โMy boyfriend!โ you said, grinning from ear to ear. โMy boyfriend's in a band!โ
โBoyfriend?โ she repeated, narrowing her eyes. โSince when do you have a boyfriend?โ
You turned to her with a mock gasp, clutching your chest like sheโd insulted you. โExcuse you. Iโve had one for months now.โ
Your cousin raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. โAlright, then. Letโs see this mysterious boyfriend of yours.โ
The two of you found seats near the front, and you craned your neck, scanning the stage as the band members set up. The noise of the crowd grew louder, students and visitors alike cheering as the festival program officially began.
And then he appeared.
Jay stepped onto the stage, standing out against the bright festival decorations. The strap of his guitar rested comfortably on his shoulder, the instrument gleaming under the stage lightsโand there it was,ย yourย signature on its glossy surface.
Your heart thudded wildly in your chest, a giddy smile tugging at your lips as you clapped your hands together in excitement.
โOkay, butย whichย one is your boyfriend?โ your cousin asked, squinting at the stage as if trying to piece it together.
You didnโt even hesitate. Pointing toward Jay, you said proudly, โThe guitarist. His name is Park Jongseong. Thatโs my boyfriend.โ
Your attention was locked on Jay as he adjusted his guitar strap and tested a few chords. His sharp, eagle-like eyes scanned the crowd, his usual stoic expression giving him an air of effortless cool. But then, something changed.
His gaze stopped on you.
Jayโs piercing eyes softened, his lips curving into the faintest smile, the kind of smile he rarely let anyone see. It was small, barely noticeable to most, but you knew it was for you.
Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to hide the giddy grin that threatened to take over your face. Your cheeks burned, and your heart raced as he looked at you.
After a brief moment, Jayโs gaze dropped to his guitar. He adjusted the tuning, his fingers moving skillfully over the strings, but you could tell his mind wasnโt entirely on the music. He stole one last glance at you before focusing on his task, a quiet confidence radiating from him as he prepared to play.ย
Your cousin, still in shock, nudged you. โOkay, heโs hot. How did youโlike, how didย youโend up withย him?โ
You laughed, brushing her off as you continued to watch Jay. โItโs a long story,โ you said, your voice dreamy.
As the band began their set, the crowdโs cheers grew louder, and Jayโs fingers danced effortlessly over the strings. The sound was mesmerizing, and your chest swelled with pride as you watched him command the stage.
And as you sat there, smiling like an idiot, you realized once again how lucky you were to call him yours.
Y/N Y/L/N > joyful, too joyful.. ( "Riley it's okay I'm JOY!" ahh character) upcoming rising soloist of BELIFT. Everyone's social bubble yet she's also a bit shy and introverted.
Kwon Eunbin > Ex izone member who's now a soloist, supports everyone in #1 loyal listeners !! ( the mother of the group. ) Tries to convince y/n to switch company because she thinks Jake is weird.
JEON SOMI > Known y/n before her trainee era so they are LOCKED IN. No filter whatsoever and speaks whatever comes to mind before thinking. Tries to convince y/n to switch company just like Eunbin (they are in it together)
HUH YUNJIN > met y/n and BOOM, they realize they hit it off so well, and they also have mutual friends so they got along really quick. (just like sisters and always bickering.) Yunjin promises to collab with y/n in the future if their company isn't so damn shitty.
Kim Mingyu > Seventeen Member, knew y/n for ages bc of her older brother. Gives really good advice to the girls. They think he's gay but he's just an ally!! (TRUSTT!!)
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THE PRODUCERZ (own gc) - All BELIFT producers that will be working with the next global rising star y/n y/l/n on her debut album. With Jay being one of y/n friend when she first arrived to BELIFT, causing the other 2 to struggle with getting closer to y/n, but they will eventually find a way...
The Pocketz - Both highschool friends of y/n. the two that is now sticking together to become a bakery owner, they love to continue to promote their friends music through hosting little fan meets in their cafรฉ. Y/n eventually spills everything to them as she ๐๐ them.
the nonchalantz โจ They are infact NOT NONCHALANT fyi๐คฃ decided to go back to their own passion. With Niki being the Dance Instructor & management of his familyโs entertainment and BELIFT. Sunghoon goes back into the ice skating industry to continue to teach younger students how to ice skate.
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โโโ In the wake of Enhypen's disbandment - Heeseung, along with Jake and Jay, decides to stay with BELIFT as producers. As Heeseung encounters a rising soloist under the label, the talented and kind Y/N Y/L/N. A subtle competition between the three man to work closely with her. Lee Heeseung determined to make her career turn into history. As he come across challenges of professional collaboration while expressing his growing feelings for her.
GENRE : WORK COLLEAGUES to LOVERS , Love Triangle (but y/n is secretly obsessed with heeseung), fluff , IDOL x PROUDCER , SMAU (ft some writing)
WARNING : profanity , inappropriate jokes , kys jokes , AGE GAP!! (Heeseung is 24, while reader is 20) tba..
; AUTHORS NOTE : THIS WAS ORIGINALLY FROM MY ACCOUNT @enhadolls !! Yes I swapped back to this acc cuz I AM BACK TO WRITING! This is an updated version so if you seen the original everything is mostly scrapped now! Please enjoy and remember I do update a bit slower than usual!
STATES : TBCโฆ TAGLIST : OPEN
THE PROFILES | disbanderz๐ฅถ, #1 loyal listeners !!
โฆ ONE โโโ "I have work tomorrow."
โฆ TWO โโโ tweaking out! (seriously)
โฆ THREE โโโ never bait me out
โฆ FOUR โโโ big fatass EGO?
โฆ FIVE โโโ TBC
โฆ SIX โโโ TBC
โฆ SEVEN โโโ TBC
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