Hey guys yesterday was so good. Spain won I teared up. Ferran the best player of sometimes? And then went to watch the odyssey. So good omg. I left the theatre at like 2 am but that’s okay.
I’ll work on new chapter soon guys just quick spoiler alert Jungwon twerks on florecial.
Yes England was my second choice winner despite me being American. Leave me alone. I like their team. Just not today they parked the bus 40 minutes in what theduck
Spain my papas. Get that win. Also either Jay or ni-ki smau soon while false advertisement is in the works guys please don’t be scared for next chapter. Or be. Idk..
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this, mentions of suicide (jokes), sexual innuendos/jokes.. idk.that seems about right....GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE. 😂😂😐
09, 10, ... masterlist
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Hi guys this chapter is kinda poop from a butt. Trust it’s important for the future..
Jake and Jungwon went live back to back last night ARGRGVG. Sorry. Also I pulled blonde Jake postcard AND photocard in that album I let out the biggest gasp ever.
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this, mentions of suicide (jokes), sexual innuendos/jokes.. idk.that seems about right....GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE😂😂😐
wc: 2.1k
08, 09, ... masterlist
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THERE ARE CERTAIN LAWS OF NATURE THAT EVERYONE AT NYU UNDERSTANDS.
The earliest classes usually started at 8 AM and the latest ran until 9:30 PM.
You should never go to a frat to find a long term relationship.
That you should never walk under the Washington Square Arch during freshman or sophomore year, because the “arch curse” is a very terrifying superstition.
And one that only a handful of students understand—
Nobody should ever distract Y/n Lee while she’s baking.
Ever.
Unfortunately, your friends seemed to disregard this rule one too many times that it’s become a bit outdated.
Heeseung still stole frosting, Keonho would eat half a batch that was supposed to be sold, Stella would eat all of the chocolate chips—the list could go on for ages.
When Sunghoon learned the hard way, because he accidentally nudged you while piping meringues out on a tray, he swore to never interrupt you when you were in baking mode.
When you had even given him the role of your sous chef, which really only entailed working on building and decorating and rarely touching the food, you didn’t expect this.
Sunghoon has been working on the floor for three hours.
Three.
Not including the hours he stayed up sketching designs for the stand.
Not including the time spent wandering around craft stores, arguing with employees because “No, that’s too dark to be ivory, and that’s too powdery to be peony pink. I need ivory and peony pink.”
Not including the entire week of scrolling on his phoen to find the perfect inspo photo.
Three straight hours of painting, gluing, sketching, and trying not to get distracted by the addictive aroma of cupcakes whirling around the place.
To be quite clear, you weren’t asking him to do anything this difficult.
You expected a basic stand that he could complete in an hour.
Unfortunately for him, you seemed to hold him under a certain spell that made his brain shout “ABSOLUTELY” at anything you could ever ask.
And you had actually admitted to liking the words “I’m in love with her” coming from him, which is grounds for going insane over such a simple task.
Doing this for you, to him, was equal to a royal decree.
You now stand in the kitchen, piping whipped cream onto the third batch of cupcakes while trying—and obviously failing—to contain your laughter.
“Hoon,” you sigh, leaning against the counter, staring at him in amusement.
“Hm?”
You pause for a moment to admire the sight.
The stand is starting to resemble that of an actual bakery.
And Sunghoon..
His brows furrowed, tongue barely poking through his lips in deep focus, and—
“Why the fuck do you have measuring tape?”
Without sparing a glance, he responds.
“..So it’s even?”
You blink, tilting your head.
“It is a sign, Sunghoon. Made out of cardboard.”
“And? That doesn’t mean it should be crooked.”
“It’s a menu for cupcakes.”
He finally looks up at you, frowning, as if you had genuinely offended him with your disregard towards said sign.
You bit back a smile, because as much as you hated admitting it, he was so adorable.
The sign had been redesigned four times before he came to the conclusion that it was perfect.
The first one was too plain.
The second didn’t match the color palette.
The third was “clashing with everything else around it”.
The fourth had to be remade because he got a singular drop of paint on it and was firm on starting over.
Technically, he’d made five signs.
For a bake sale.
A university bake sale.
You rub your temples, turning back to the oven where two more cupcake trays sat.
“As much as I love that you’re doing this, nobody is going to care about the sign this much.”
“Yeah, well,” a pause. “I care.”
You look at him over your shoulder, and suddenly, he seems to find interest in his paint-covered hands.
“That—came out wrong.”
“No it didn’t, Sunghoon.”
Grabbing the spatula with excess raspberry whipped cream on it, you walk bsck towards him, grinning.
“I think that came out exactly as you wanted.”
He clears his throat, ears flushing pink immediately.
“I mean it because you’re my friend. That’s all..” He mumbles.
“Mhm.”
“And—because you asked for my help.”
“Yeah.”
“So, obviously,” he finally looks back up at you, “I’m gonna make it look amazing.”
“Definitely.”
“Would you stop that!” He whines, finally noticing the teasing tone of your voice.
“I’m not doing anything, Hoon.”
He huffs, subconsciously wiping flour off of your shirt. “You’re grinning.”
“Can a girl not grin?”
“..Not like that.”
You laugh, putting the spatula to his lips. “Shut up and try the whipped cream, please. Raspberry flavor.”
He licks the spatula, and immediately, his eyes widen.
You frown. “Is it bad?”
“Y/n, my sweet girl,” he snatches the spatula, licking it again,
“This is fucking amazing. Better than a blunt. So good. I could write a song about this.”
You sigh in relief, grabbing the spatula after he finishes devouring the whipped cream.
“Thank God.”
“Okay,” he glances back at the almost finished sign, “you go work on those cupcakes. They already look and smell amazing.”
You hum, and subconsciously, your hand lifts to wipe away excess raspberry cream from his lip, bringing it to your own lips.
“I’ll do that, then.” You reply quietly, turning back to the kitchen.
Sunghoon freezes, hand slowly reaching for his lips where your touch lingered.
“Damnit, y/n..” he huffs under his breath, forcing himself to go back to working on the sign.
The truth was, Sunghoon had not shut up once about being picked by you for the job.
The moment you casually asked—well—forced him to decorate the booth for you, his heart skipped a beat. Or twenty.
Even Jake noticed his excitement, asking him why he looked like a kid on Christmas.
Sunghoon’s answer was simple:
“She picked me.”
As if that was the explanation for his sudden joy.
Which, to him, it absolutely was.
He wouldn’t be anywhere else but on your floor, cutting out tiny paper flowers and gluing them together with the concentration of a neurosurgeon.
While taking the trays out of the oven and placing them on the stove to cool, you couldn’t help but avert your eyes towards him again.
“You’re weird, Hoonie.”
“I’m literally working for you.”
“No, like, in an admirable way. You’re treating this like a presidential campaign.”
“As I should.”
“For a bake sale?”
“Yours. Your bake sale.”
The room went dead silent besides the low hum of the kitchen hood.
Sunghoon wished he could turn back time and make himself shut up.
For the second time that day.
Because apparently, every word spoken around her became a confession of his love if he spoke for long enough.
You clear your throat, hands on your hips.
And because you couldn’t dare acknowledge what he had said, you switch the topic.
“You’re just overly focused on that sign, huh?”
“I am not.”
“Sunghoon—"
“Hush.”
“The $260 purchase from Michaels says otherwise.”
He rolls his eyes, grabbing his energy drink from the table, the third that day, and taking a slow, long sip.
He sets it back down and stares at you.
“Everything I bought was a must-have. The fairy lights, the glue gun, the tablecloths, the cupcake liners, the edible glitter, the piping tips that you claimed to have thousands of—"
He’s interrupted by your laughter filling the place, the cupcake in your hand nearly falling onto the floor.
His face softens without him noticing.
The sight in front of him—of your eyes crinkled from laughter, dimples deepening—it did something to him.
Something he couldn’t quite describe.
It scared him, because every time you’d laugh he’d catch himself losing his train of thought, distracted by the sight of you.
“What?”
He blinks, realizing that you’ve caught him staring.
“Oh—nothing.” He scratches his jaw. “Forgot what I was about to say.”
“You lost your train of thought and ended up staring into my soul?”
“Shut up..”
“What were you thinking about?” You place another cupcake down, grabbing the piping bag with chocolate ganache.
“Nothing..” he mutters, gluing on the final paper flower.
Because he can’t say he was thinking of you.
“Sure..” You scoff, eyes focused on the chocolate cupcakes in front of you.
“Don’t.” He insists, leaning back against the wall.
“Oh, please. I didn’t say a thing.” Simpering, you finally look up from the tray to meet his eyes.
“I know that smile, y/n.”
“What smile? I’m just happy.” You giggle, tilting your head.
“The one where you’re about to say something flirty and then laugh in my face.”
You laugh again, eyes softening in an endearing manner.
“Don’t you have to finish building the actual stand itself, too? We have an hour!”
“Oh,” he hums, immediately abeam.
“Jungwon and that one dude you’re friends with that smokes are building it.”
“KEONHO?”
Startled, his smile slowly drops.
“..yes? Jungwon and Keonho. I paid them $25 to do it. They’re high, they aren’t mad. Don’t worry.”
“Oh I’m not worried about any grudges. I’m worried that it’ll fucking collapse after five minutes.”
Sunghoon yawns, then quietly, “I’ll demand a refund..?”
“Go wash your hands, Sunghoon.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He obsequiously replies.
While he’s walking to the bathroom, you look around, a small sigh escaping your lips.
He had done all of this for you.
Not because it was necessarily important to him.
Not because you personally requested pastel flowers and cursive.
But because you simply asked.
And to him, that was enough to get his hands stained pink and white.
“Well look how the tables have turned.” His mocking tone interrupts your train of thought, and you immediately look away, turning your focus towards the cupcakes.
“Shut up and look at the final results.”
He walks over and peers into the heaps of boxes filled with cupcakes, and immediately, his stomach growls.
“What’s on the menu today, Miss Lee?”
You grin, clearing your throat.
“Here, we have vanilla-bean citrus cupcakes infused with blueberry syrup, with cream cheese frosting on top, and lemon and blueberries to decorate.”
“Sounds delicious, pretty. Go on.” He leans against the counter next to you, looking at you instead of the cupcakes.
“Then there’s the basics; red velvet, vanilla-coconut, cappuccino..” you go on and on, and his smile only grows wider.
You’re clearly proud of how everything turned out, and it shows in the way you’re fidgeting with your bracelet in excitement.
“Hoon, are you listening?” You question softly, eyes now back on him.
“Of course, pretty. Go on.”
“So then over here—
Gosh, you were killing him..
“Five hundred..five fifty..” you murmured, counting the wad of cash in your hands.
“Oh, y/n made bank today! Sunghoon, post that dick picture of Jake now!” Heeseung cheers, slinging an arm over Jake’s shoulders.
“Dude, fuck off!” Jake whines, biting into another raspberry-chocolate cupcake.
While your brother and his friends are standing near the corner of the stand, Seonghyeon, Keonho, James, Moka, and Stella are standing behind the table with you, eating the stuff they bought.
A cupcake-muffled “Sugar mommy!” comes from Stella, making you turn around and laugh at her.
“All five of you have cupcake remnants like literally everywhere.”
“I don’t give a fuck..” Keonho’s dramatic sigh echoes across the courtyard while he takes another bite. “I’m starving.”
Meanwhile, with Sunghoon, the other six guys are forcing him to give a play-by-play of the entire day.
“I got whipped cream on my lip when she was making me try it, and dude..” he runs a hand through his hair, eyes blown wide, like even thinking of the moment made him relive it.
“She wiped it off without even asking, and then licked it.”
Immediately, Jungwon, Ni-ki, Jake, and Sunoo scream and holler, catching the attention of other vendors around.
“SO WHEN ARE YOU GONNA START DATING?” Jungwon squeals, leaning against Jay for support.
Sunghoon quickly shushes him, seeing Heeseung’s glare through the corner of his eye.
“Uh—too—too early for that, man!” He blurts out, ears turning pink.
“It’s complicated..” He sighs.
“YOU GUYS HAD SEX?!” Ni-ki gasps, his mouth immediately covered by Jake’s hand.
“WHAT? NO!” Sunghoon cries, looking over his shoulder to check if you heard him.
You stare right back, lips curving into a small smile.
“Heeseung, you can relax. We did not have sex, guys.” You calmly respond, placing the cash onto the table in front of you.
“Not YET.” Stella interrupts, and everyone has to bite back their laughter.
“Stella!” You gasp, covering your face with your hands.
“What? The sexual tension is so obvious! Even my grandma could tell!”
Seonghyeon pauses. “But..I thought she—
“Yeah, she died. That’s exactly my point.”
“STELLA.”
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Holy moly hi guys..uh..long time no see..🤗 I hope u enjoy this was NOT PROOFREAD AND I AM TIRED I WAS AT A FOURTH OF JULY PARTY LEAVENEALONE..
Happy fourth to my Americans 🥺🥺 ok bye. Jake pick will be posted in 5…4…3..
“Why, oh why, does God keep bringing me back to you?”
003. my heart broke one of my ribs
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As you arrived inside the library, you quietly stepped inside and spotted the librarian sitting at the front desk. Her glasses were slightly askew as she flipped through magazine pages, and gave a small nod. In which you quickly returned, you then walked over to a secluded table near the window of the library. You sat down and began taking out all of the necessary items needed for the project. A color-coordinated notebook displayed right neatly placed on the side of your laptop as you began to work. Ni-ki showed within the next 5 minutes? Maybe 8? You’ve lost track as the work began to slowly captivate your brain. Luckily, he distracted your brain with his sweet honey tone.
“Seems like you’re pretty busy, huh?” He spoke; you could distinctly tell he was smirking without even looking up. As you did look up, you stared straight into his warm orbs, almost getting lost inside his eyes. He coughed awkwardly, it felt like you snapped out of a trance.
“Well, I have a huge game later, so I’m trying to hurry and make this quick.” You said softly, suddenly becoming hyper aware of every move. He scanned you up and down before gently sitting and pulling out a laptop of his own. Swiftly, he slid a cup in your direction and hurriedly looked down at the notes he’d taken. Confused, you take a sip of the unknown liquid just to find out it’s your favorite drink.
“How’d you know?” You murmured, confusion written all over your face. Continuing to take small sips from the small cup.
“Lucky guess.” He shrugged, before turning to look at the documents splayed out before him. Working with him was easy; being with him made your heart pound in your chest. Every little movement felt like fire pricking at your skin. A simple highlighter rolled on the hardwood, before it could roll too far— Ni-ki suddenly reached out (ironically, the same time you did) as his fingertips gently brushed the back of your hand. Hurriedly, he retracted his hand before you could, as your heart hammered aggressively against your ribs. Feeling like it could almost burst through your chest and onto the desktop in front of you. You chuckled lightly as a faint pinkish-red hit the tip of his ears.
“Stop teasing me..” He whined as he quickly took the neck of his shirt and covered his steaming hot face with it. You started to giggle a little more loudly now, before the librarian shot an icy cold glare in your direction. You resumed working on the project with a faint smile on your lips. After a while, you closed your laptop shut as you shoved it inside your backpack and stacked your notebook gently against the back of your laptop. Ni-ki took this as a signal to quickly wrap up the last pieces of what today’s work would be. You zipped your backpack closed and stood up, slinging the backpack over your shoulder.
“Bye ni-ki, I had a really great time during our time together! I’ll see you soon!” You gleamed, making your way towards the exit. He returned the goodbye as he turned to watch you leave.
Maybe he didn’t hate you so much after all.
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synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this, mentions of suicide (jokes), sexual innuendos/jokes.. idk.that seems about right....GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE😂😂😐
wc: 2.1k
08, 09, ... masterlist
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THERE ARE CERTAIN LAWS OF NATURE THAT EVERYONE AT NYU UNDERSTANDS.
The earliest classes usually started at 8 AM and the latest ran until 9:30 PM.
You should never go to a frat to find a long term relationship.
That you should never walk under the Washington Square Arch during freshman or sophomore year, because the “arch curse” is a very terrifying superstition.
And one that only a handful of students understand—
Nobody should ever distract Y/n Lee while she’s baking.
Ever.
Unfortunately, your friends seemed to disregard this rule one too many times that it’s become a bit outdated.
Heeseung still stole frosting, Keonho would eat half a batch that was supposed to be sold, Stella would eat all of the chocolate chips—the list could go on for ages.
When Sunghoon learned the hard way, because he accidentally nudged you while piping meringues out on a tray, he swore to never interrupt you when you were in baking mode.
When you had even given him the role of your sous chef, which really only entailed working on building and decorating and rarely touching the food, you didn’t expect this.
Sunghoon has been working on the floor for three hours.
Three.
Not including the hours he stayed up sketching designs for the stand.
Not including the time spent wandering around craft stores, arguing with employees because “No, that’s too dark to be ivory, and that’s too powdery to be peony pink. I need ivory and peony pink.”
Not including the entire week of scrolling on his phoen to find the perfect inspo photo.
Three straight hours of painting, gluing, sketching, and trying not to get distracted by the addictive aroma of cupcakes whirling around the place.
To be quite clear, you weren’t asking him to do anything this difficult.
You expected a basic stand that he could complete in an hour.
Unfortunately for him, you seemed to hold him under a certain spell that made his brain shout “ABSOLUTELY” at anything you could ever ask.
And you had actually admitted to liking the words “I’m in love with her” coming from him, which is grounds for going insane over such a simple task.
Doing this for you, to him, was equal to a royal decree.
You now stand in the kitchen, piping whipped cream onto the third batch of cupcakes while trying—and obviously failing—to contain your laughter.
“Hoon,” you sigh, leaning against the counter, staring at him in amusement.
“Hm?”
You pause for a moment to admire the sight.
The stand is starting to resemble that of an actual bakery.
And Sunghoon..
His brows furrowed, tongue barely poking through his lips in deep focus, and—
“Why the fuck do you have measuring tape?”
Without sparing a glance, he responds.
“..So it’s even?”
You blink, tilting your head.
“It is a sign, Sunghoon. Made out of cardboard.”
“And? That doesn’t mean it should be crooked.”
“It’s a menu for cupcakes.”
He finally looks up at you, frowning, as if you had genuinely offended him with your disregard towards said sign.
You bit back a smile, because as much as you hated admitting it, he was so adorable.
The sign had been redesigned four times before he came to the conclusion that it was perfect.
The first one was too plain.
The second didn’t match the color palette.
The third was “clashing with everything else around it”.
The fourth had to be remade because he got a singular drop of paint on it and was firm on starting over.
Technically, he’d made five signs.
For a bake sale.
A university bake sale.
You rub your temples, turning back to the oven where two more cupcake trays sat.
“As much as I love that you’re doing this, nobody is going to care about the sign this much.”
“Yeah, well,” a pause. “I care.”
You look at him over your shoulder, and suddenly, he seems to find interest in his paint-covered hands.
“That—came out wrong.”
“No it didn’t, Sunghoon.”
Grabbing the spatula with excess raspberry whipped cream on it, you walk bsck towards him, grinning.
“I think that came out exactly as you wanted.”
He clears his throat, ears flushing pink immediately.
“I mean it because you’re my friend. That’s all..” He mumbles.
“Mhm.”
“And—because you asked for my help.”
“Yeah.”
“So, obviously,” he finally looks back up at you, “I’m gonna make it look amazing.”
“Definitely.”
“Would you stop that!” He whines, finally noticing the teasing tone of your voice.
“I’m not doing anything, Hoon.”
He huffs, subconsciously wiping flour off of your shirt. “You’re grinning.”
“Can a girl not grin?”
“..Not like that.”
You laugh, putting the spatula to his lips. “Shut up and try the whipped cream, please. Raspberry flavor.”
He licks the spatula, and immediately, his eyes widen.
You frown. “Is it bad?”
“Y/n, my sweet girl,” he snatches the spatula, licking it again,
“This is fucking amazing. Better than a blunt. So good. I could write a song about this.”
You sigh in relief, grabbing the spatula after he finishes devouring the whipped cream.
“Thank God.”
“Okay,” he glances back at the almost finished sign, “you go work on those cupcakes. They already look and smell amazing.”
You hum, and subconsciously, your hand lifts to wipe away excess raspberry cream from his lip, bringing it to your own lips.
“I’ll do that, then.” You reply quietly, turning back to the kitchen.
Sunghoon freezes, hand slowly reaching for his lips where your touch lingered.
“Damnit, y/n..” he huffs under his breath, forcing himself to go back to working on the sign.
The truth was, Sunghoon had not shut up once about being picked by you for the job.
The moment you casually asked—well—forced him to decorate the booth for you, his heart skipped a beat. Or twenty.
Even Jake noticed his excitement, asking him why he looked like a kid on Christmas.
Sunghoon’s answer was simple:
“She picked me.”
As if that was the explanation for his sudden joy.
Which, to him, it absolutely was.
He wouldn’t be anywhere else but on your floor, cutting out tiny paper flowers and gluing them together with the concentration of a neurosurgeon.
While taking the trays out of the oven and placing them on the stove to cool, you couldn’t help but avert your eyes towards him again.
“You’re weird, Hoonie.”
“I’m literally working for you.”
“No, like, in an admirable way. You’re treating this like a presidential campaign.”
“As I should.”
“For a bake sale?”
“Yours. Your bake sale.”
The room went dead silent besides the low hum of the kitchen hood.
Sunghoon wished he could turn back time and make himself shut up.
For the second time that day.
Because apparently, every word spoken around her became a confession of his love if he spoke for long enough.
You clear your throat, hands on your hips.
And because you couldn’t dare acknowledge what he had said, you switch the topic.
“You’re just overly focused on that sign, huh?”
“I am not.”
“Sunghoon—"
“Hush.”
“The $260 purchase from Michaels says otherwise.”
He rolls his eyes, grabbing his energy drink from the table, the third that day, and taking a slow, long sip.
He sets it back down and stares at you.
“Everything I bought was a must-have. The fairy lights, the glue gun, the tablecloths, the cupcake liners, the edible glitter, the piping tips that you claimed to have thousands of—"
He’s interrupted by your laughter filling the place, the cupcake in your hand nearly falling onto the floor.
His face softens without him noticing.
The sight in front of him—of your eyes crinkled from laughter, dimples deepening—it did something to him.
Something he couldn’t quite describe.
It scared him, because every time you’d laugh he’d catch himself losing his train of thought, distracted by the sight of you.
“What?”
He blinks, realizing that you’ve caught him staring.
“Oh—nothing.” He scratches his jaw. “Forgot what I was about to say.”
“You lost your train of thought and ended up staring into my soul?”
“Shut up..”
“What were you thinking about?” You place another cupcake down, grabbing the piping bag with chocolate ganache.
“Nothing..” he mutters, gluing on the final paper flower.
Because he can’t say he was thinking of you.
“Sure..” You scoff, eyes focused on the chocolate cupcakes in front of you.
“Don’t.” He insists, leaning back against the wall.
“Oh, please. I didn’t say a thing.” Simpering, you finally look up from the tray to meet his eyes.
“I know that smile, y/n.”
“What smile? I’m just happy.” You giggle, tilting your head.
“The one where you’re about to say something flirty and then laugh in my face.”
You laugh again, eyes softening in an endearing manner.
“Don’t you have to finish building the actual stand itself, too? We have an hour!”
“Oh,” he hums, immediately abeam.
“Jungwon and that one dude you’re friends with that smokes are building it.”
“KEONHO?”
Startled, his smile slowly drops.
“..yes? Jungwon and Keonho. I paid them $25 to do it. They’re high, they aren’t mad. Don’t worry.”
“Oh I’m not worried about any grudges. I’m worried that it’ll fucking collapse after five minutes.”
Sunghoon yawns, then quietly, “I’ll demand a refund..?”
“Go wash your hands, Sunghoon.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He obsequiously replies.
While he’s walking to the bathroom, you look around, a small sigh escaping your lips.
He had done all of this for you.
Not because it was necessarily important to him.
Not because you personally requested pastel flowers and cursive.
But because you simply asked.
And to him, that was enough to get his hands stained pink and white.
“Well look how the tables have turned.” His mocking tone interrupts your train of thought, and you immediately look away, turning your focus towards the cupcakes.
“Shut up and look at the final results.”
He walks over and peers into the heaps of boxes filled with cupcakes, and immediately, his stomach growls.
“What’s on the menu today, Miss Lee?”
You grin, clearing your throat.
“Here, we have vanilla-bean citrus cupcakes infused with blueberry syrup, with cream cheese frosting on top, and lemon and blueberries to decorate.”
“Sounds delicious, pretty. Go on.” He leans against the counter next to you, looking at you instead of the cupcakes.
“Then there’s the basics; red velvet, vanilla-coconut, cappuccino..” you go on and on, and his smile only grows wider.
You’re clearly proud of how everything turned out, and it shows in the way you’re fidgeting with your bracelet in excitement.
“Hoon, are you listening?” You question softly, eyes now back on him.
“Of course, pretty. Go on.”
“So then over here—
Gosh, you were killing him..
“Five hundred..five fifty..” you murmured, counting the wad of cash in your hands.
“Oh, y/n made bank today! Sunghoon, post that dick picture of Jake now!” Heeseung cheers, slinging an arm over Jake’s shoulders.
“Dude, fuck off!” Jake whines, biting into another raspberry-chocolate cupcake.
While your brother and his friends are standing near the corner of the stand, Seonghyeon, Keonho, James, Moka, and Stella are standing behind the table with you, eating the stuff they bought.
A cupcake-muffled “Sugar mommy!” comes from Stella, making you turn around and laugh at her.
“All five of you have cupcake remnants like literally everywhere.”
“I don’t give a fuck..” Keonho’s dramatic sigh echoes across the courtyard while he takes another bite. “I’m starving.”
Meanwhile, with Sunghoon, the other six guys are forcing him to give a play-by-play of the entire day.
“I got whipped cream on my lip when she was making me try it, and dude..” he runs a hand through his hair, eyes blown wide, like even thinking of the moment made him relive it.
“She wiped it off without even asking, and then licked it.”
Immediately, Jungwon, Ni-ki, Jake, and Sunoo scream and holler, catching the attention of other vendors around.
“SO WHEN ARE YOU GONNA START DATING?” Jungwon squeals, leaning against Jay for support.
Sunghoon quickly shushes him, seeing Heeseung’s glare through the corner of his eye.
“Uh—too—too early for that, man!” He blurts out, ears turning pink.
“It’s complicated..” He sighs.
“YOU GUYS HAD SEX?!” Ni-ki gasps, his mouth immediately covered by Jake’s hand.
“WHAT? NO!” Sunghoon cries, looking over his shoulder to check if you heard him.
You stare right back, lips curving into a small smile.
“Heeseung, you can relax. We did not have sex, guys.” You calmly respond, placing the cash onto the table in front of you.
“Not YET.” Stella interrupts, and everyone has to bite back their laughter.
“Stella!” You gasp, covering your face with your hands.
“What? The sexual tension is so obvious! Even my grandma could tell!”
Seonghyeon pauses. “But..I thought she—
“Yeah, she died. That’s exactly my point.”
“STELLA.”
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Holy moly hi guys..uh..long time no see..🤗 I hope u enjoy this was NOT PROOFREAD AND I AM TIRED I WAS AT A FOURTH OF JULY PARTY LEAVENEALONE..
Happy fourth to my Americans 🥺🥺 ok bye. Jake pick will be posted in 5…4…3..
hii just wanted to step by and tell you that i really enjoyed reading the first three chapters of hazelnut not vanilla
hi omg. thank you and I’m so glad you enjoyed it I’m sorry to anyone who was actually tuned in😞 I just lost any motivation for it..just wasn’t messing with it I guesssss. If enough people want it back I’ll see what I can do..perhaps..
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this, mentions of suicide (jokes), sexual innuendos/jokes.. idk.that seems about right....GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE😂😂😐
wc: 2.1k
08, 09, 10, ... masterlist
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THERE ARE CERTAIN LAWS OF NATURE THAT EVERYONE AT NYU UNDERSTANDS.
The earliest classes usually started at 8 AM and the latest ran until 9:30 PM.
You should never go to a frat to find a long term relationship.
That you should never walk under the Washington Square Arch during freshman or sophomore year, because the “arch curse” is a very terrifying superstition.
And one that only a handful of students understand—
Nobody should ever distract Y/n Lee while she’s baking.
Ever.
Unfortunately, your friends seemed to disregard this rule one too many times that it’s become a bit outdated.
Heeseung still stole frosting, Keonho would eat half a batch that was supposed to be sold, Stella would eat all of the chocolate chips—the list could go on for ages.
When Sunghoon learned the hard way, because he accidentally nudged you while piping meringues out on a tray, he swore to never interrupt you when you were in baking mode.
When you had even given him the role of your sous chef, which really only entailed working on building and decorating and rarely touching the food, you didn’t expect this.
Sunghoon has been working on the floor for three hours.
Three.
Not including the hours he stayed up sketching designs for the stand.
Not including the time spent wandering around craft stores, arguing with employees because “No, that’s too dark to be ivory, and that’s too powdery to be peony pink. I need ivory and peony pink.”
Not including the entire week of scrolling on his phoen to find the perfect inspo photo.
Three straight hours of painting, gluing, sketching, and trying not to get distracted by the addictive aroma of cupcakes whirling around the place.
To be quite clear, you weren’t asking him to do anything this difficult.
You expected a basic stand that he could complete in an hour.
Unfortunately for him, you seemed to hold him under a certain spell that made his brain shout “ABSOLUTELY” at anything you could ever ask.
And you had actually admitted to liking the words “I’m in love with her” coming from him, which is grounds for going insane over such a simple task.
Doing this for you, to him, was equal to a royal decree.
You now stand in the kitchen, piping whipped cream onto the third batch of cupcakes while trying—and obviously failing—to contain your laughter.
“Hoon,” you sigh, leaning against the counter, staring at him in amusement.
“Hm?”
You pause for a moment to admire the sight.
The stand is starting to resemble that of an actual bakery.
And Sunghoon..
His brows furrowed, tongue barely poking through his lips in deep focus, and—
“Why the fuck do you have measuring tape?”
Without sparing a glance, he responds.
“..So it’s even?”
You blink, tilting your head.
“It is a sign, Sunghoon. Made out of cardboard.”
“And? That doesn’t mean it should be crooked.”
“It’s a menu for cupcakes.”
He finally looks up at you, frowning, as if you had genuinely offended him with your disregard towards said sign.
You bit back a smile, because as much as you hated admitting it, he was so adorable.
The sign had been redesigned four times before he came to the conclusion that it was perfect.
The first one was too plain.
The second didn’t match the color palette.
The third was “clashing with everything else around it”.
The fourth had to be remade because he got a singular drop of paint on it and was firm on starting over.
Technically, he’d made five signs.
For a bake sale.
A university bake sale.
You rub your temples, turning back to the oven where two more cupcake trays sat.
“As much as I love that you’re doing this, nobody is going to care about the sign this much.”
“Yeah, well,” a pause. “I care.”
You look at him over your shoulder, and suddenly, he seems to find interest in his paint-covered hands.
“That—came out wrong.”
“No it didn’t, Sunghoon.”
Grabbing the spatula with excess raspberry whipped cream on it, you walk bsck towards him, grinning.
“I think that came out exactly as you wanted.”
He clears his throat, ears flushing pink immediately.
“I mean it because you’re my friend. That’s all..” He mumbles.
“Mhm.”
“And—because you asked for my help.”
“Yeah.”
“So, obviously,” he finally looks back up at you, “I’m gonna make it look amazing.”
“Definitely.”
“Would you stop that!” He whines, finally noticing the teasing tone of your voice.
“I’m not doing anything, Hoon.”
He huffs, subconsciously wiping flour off of your shirt. “You’re grinning.”
“Can a girl not grin?”
“..Not like that.”
You laugh, putting the spatula to his lips. “Shut up and try the whipped cream, please. Raspberry flavor.”
He licks the spatula, and immediately, his eyes widen.
You frown. “Is it bad?”
“Y/n, my sweet girl,” he snatches the spatula, licking it again,
“This is fucking amazing. Better than a blunt. So good. I could write a song about this.”
You sigh in relief, grabbing the spatula after he finishes devouring the whipped cream.
“Thank God.”
“Okay,” he glances back at the almost finished sign, “you go work on those cupcakes. They already look and smell amazing.”
You hum, and subconsciously, your hand lifts to wipe away excess raspberry cream from his lip, bringing it to your own lips.
“I’ll do that, then.” You reply quietly, turning back to the kitchen.
Sunghoon freezes, hand slowly reaching for his lips where your touch lingered.
“Damnit, y/n..” he huffs under his breath, forcing himself to go back to working on the sign.
The truth was, Sunghoon had not shut up once about being picked by you for the job.
The moment you casually asked—well—forced him to decorate the booth for you, his heart skipped a beat. Or twenty.
Even Jake noticed his excitement, asking him why he looked like a kid on Christmas.
Sunghoon’s answer was simple:
“She picked me.”
As if that was the explanation for his sudden joy.
Which, to him, it absolutely was.
He wouldn’t be anywhere else but on your floor, cutting out tiny paper flowers and gluing them together with the concentration of a neurosurgeon.
While taking the trays out of the oven and placing them on the stove to cool, you couldn’t help but avert your eyes towards him again.
“You’re weird, Hoonie.”
“I’m literally working for you.”
“No, like, in an admirable way. You’re treating this like a presidential campaign.”
“As I should.”
“For a bake sale?”
“Yours. Your bake sale.”
The room went dead silent besides the low hum of the kitchen hood.
Sunghoon wished he could turn back time and make himself shut up.
For the second time that day.
Because apparently, every word spoken around her became a confession of his love if he spoke for long enough.
You clear your throat, hands on your hips.
And because you couldn’t dare acknowledge what he had said, you switch the topic.
“You’re just overly focused on that sign, huh?”
“I am not.”
“Sunghoon—"
“Hush.”
“The $260 purchase from Michaels says otherwise.”
He rolls his eyes, grabbing his energy drink from the table, the third that day, and taking a slow, long sip.
He sets it back down and stares at you.
“Everything I bought was a must-have. The fairy lights, the glue gun, the tablecloths, the cupcake liners, the edible glitter, the piping tips that you claimed to have thousands of—"
He’s interrupted by your laughter filling the place, the cupcake in your hand nearly falling onto the floor.
His face softens without him noticing.
The sight in front of him—of your eyes crinkled from laughter, dimples deepening—it did something to him.
Something he couldn’t quite describe.
It scared him, because every time you’d laugh he’d catch himself losing his train of thought, distracted by the sight of you.
“What?”
He blinks, realizing that you’ve caught him staring.
“Oh—nothing.” He scratches his jaw. “Forgot what I was about to say.”
“You lost your train of thought and ended up staring into my soul?”
“Shut up..”
“What were you thinking about?” You place another cupcake down, grabbing the piping bag with chocolate ganache.
“Nothing..” he mutters, gluing on the final paper flower.
Because he can’t say he was thinking of you.
“Sure..” You scoff, eyes focused on the chocolate cupcakes in front of you.
“Don’t.” He insists, leaning back against the wall.
“Oh, please. I didn’t say a thing.” Simpering, you finally look up from the tray to meet his eyes.
“I know that smile, y/n.”
“What smile? I’m just happy.” You giggle, tilting your head.
“The one where you’re about to say something flirty and then laugh in my face.”
You laugh again, eyes softening in an endearing manner.
“Don’t you have to finish building the actual stand itself, too? We have an hour!”
“Oh,” he hums, immediately abeam.
“Jungwon and that one dude you’re friends with that smokes are building it.”
“KEONHO?”
Startled, his smile slowly drops.
“..yes? Jungwon and Keonho. I paid them $25 to do it. They’re high, they aren’t mad. Don’t worry.”
“Oh I’m not worried about any grudges. I’m worried that it’ll fucking collapse after five minutes.”
Sunghoon yawns, then quietly, “I’ll demand a refund..?”
“Go wash your hands, Sunghoon.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He obsequiously replies.
While he’s walking to the bathroom, you look around, a small sigh escaping your lips.
He had done all of this for you.
Not because it was necessarily important to him.
Not because you personally requested pastel flowers and cursive.
But because you simply asked.
And to him, that was enough to get his hands stained pink and white.
“Well look how the tables have turned.” His mocking tone interrupts your train of thought, and you immediately look away, turning your focus towards the cupcakes.
“Shut up and look at the final results.”
He walks over and peers into the heaps of boxes filled with cupcakes, and immediately, his stomach growls.
“What’s on the menu today, Miss Lee?”
You grin, clearing your throat.
“Here, we have vanilla-bean citrus cupcakes infused with blueberry syrup, with cream cheese frosting on top, and lemon and blueberries to decorate.”
“Sounds delicious, pretty. Go on.” He leans against the counter next to you, looking at you instead of the cupcakes.
“Then there’s the basics; red velvet, vanilla-coconut, cappuccino..” you go on and on, and his smile only grows wider.
You’re clearly proud of how everything turned out, and it shows in the way you’re fidgeting with your bracelet in excitement.
“Hoon, are you listening?” You question softly, eyes now back on him.
“Of course, pretty. Go on.”
“So then over here—
Gosh, you were killing him..
“Five hundred..five fifty..” you murmured, counting the wad of cash in your hands.
“Oh, y/n made bank today! Sunghoon, post that dick picture of Jake now!” Heeseung cheers, slinging an arm over Jake’s shoulders.
“Dude, fuck off!” Jake whines, biting into another raspberry-chocolate cupcake.
While your brother and his friends are standing near the corner of the stand, Seonghyeon, Keonho, James, Moka, and Stella are standing behind the table with you, eating the stuff they bought.
A cupcake-muffled “Sugar mommy!” comes from Stella, making you turn around and laugh at her.
“All five of you have cupcake remnants like literally everywhere.”
“I don’t give a fuck..” Keonho’s dramatic sigh echoes across the courtyard while he takes another bite. “I’m starving.”
Meanwhile, with Sunghoon, the other six guys are forcing him to give a play-by-play of the entire day.
“I got whipped cream on my lip when she was making me try it, and dude..” he runs a hand through his hair, eyes blown wide, like even thinking of the moment made him relive it.
“She wiped it off without even asking, and then licked it.”
Immediately, Jungwon, Ni-ki, Jake, and Sunoo scream and holler, catching the attention of other vendors around.
“SO WHEN ARE YOU GONNA START DATING?” Jungwon squeals, leaning against Jay for support.
Sunghoon quickly shushes him, seeing Heeseung’s glare through the corner of his eye.
“Uh—too—too early for that, man!” He blurts out, ears turning pink.
“It’s complicated..” He sighs.
“YOU GUYS HAD SEX?!” Ni-ki gasps, his mouth immediately covered by Jake’s hand.
“WHAT? NO!” Sunghoon cries, looking over his shoulder to check if you heard him.
You stare right back, lips curving into a small smile.
“Heeseung, you can relax. We did not have sex, guys.” You calmly respond, placing the cash onto the table in front of you.
“Not YET.” Stella interrupts, and everyone has to bite back their laughter.
“Stella!” You gasp, covering your face with your hands.
“What? The sexual tension is so obvious! Even my grandma could tell!”
Seonghyeon pauses. “But..I thought she—
“Yeah, she died. That’s exactly my point.”
“STELLA.”
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Holy moly hi guys..uh..long time no see..🤗 I hope u enjoy this was NOT PROOFREAD AND I AM TIRED I WAS AT A FOURTH OF JULY PARTY LEAVENEALONE..
Happy fourth to my Americans 🥺🥺 ok bye. Jake pick will be posted in 5…4…3..
Guys. Trust me. I just bought a dark moon album manifest I pull Jungwon or Jake pls guys. Guys. Guys trust me I’m working on part 9. Guys. Please.🤤 I’m scared someone hold me
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this, mentions of suicide (jokes), sexual innuendos/jokes.. idk.that seems about right...GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE😭😭😐
07, 08, …masterlist
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gulp..hope we like this🤤🙃 next chapter highkey might be long I hope it is..mostly written..gulp..okbye I hope I don’t post this on the public like sunggoob!
working until midnight for this to be out as soon as possible I’m so sorry. will try making a bit long to make up for this long ass wait time guys don’t hit me
SUCCINCT. Amid a relentless group schedule, managing all five boys constantly, you have one simple wish—to have a free day spent at the beach. James happens to hear the constant complaints due to his status as your boyfriend. Being hopelessly devoted, he’d do just about anything to grant that wish of yours—even if it means faking an injury to clear his schedule.
🪼 manager!reader x James, (somewhat) private relationship..?, gn!reader, James is desperate..
wc: 1267 (11 screenshots)
(this is dedicated to my baby mama @flannelettee as a lil birthday gift..happy birthday🤗)
With a dramatic sigh, James tosses his phone onto the table where Juhoon and Seonghyeon have a phone propped up live streaming them. The loud clatter immediately gets the two younger boys to turn their attention to him.
“What’s wrong?” Seonghyeon asks, brows knitted together while he glances between the discarded phone and James.
James shakes his head, motioning for the boys to mute the live.
As soon as Juhoon taps the mute button, James runs his hand through his hair and snatches the previously tossed phone back up. He scrolls until he finds the link to next week’s schedule.
“Look at this.” He flips the phone towards them.
“Next week is packed, and y/n told me to expect the workload to stay this heavy for the entire month!” He groans, slumping backward in his seat. “I wanted to go to the beach..”
Juhoon frowns. “Why are you so adamant on the beach? You never talk about swimming with us..”
“Because y/n absolutely loves the ocean and has been talking about wanting to go the last two months. Months, Juhoon!” He exclaims while his lower lip juts into a childish pout.
Seonghyeon laughs under his breath, leaning back in his chair.
“You’re telling me you can’t find any excuse to take y/n? How strict of a program does manager y/l/n run..?”
“Every time I asked them I got the same answer—no! They refuse to let me take them out even once if it means we miss an event!”
“Well.. yeah.” Juhoon shrugs. “That’s y/n’s job.”
James glares at him, silently debating whether or not punching his member on Weverse live would be worth the consequences.
“No shit, Juhoon.” He sighs again, absentmindedly toying with his bracelet. “It’s just killing me that we never have time together anymore. Just us.”
“If you’re that desperate to take y/n out, you gotta think outside the box.” Seonghyeon quips. “You could like—fake an injury on one of the days only you have schedules. Then you’d both be free.”
James goes still, eyes glowing. “You’re a genius.”
Seonghyeon’s smile falters.
“..I didn’t mean literally..”
..
“I’m serious! Martin actually slammed into me like a fucking football player and now my shoulder is in serious pain!” James whines dramatically from where he’s sitting on the practice room floor, a hand clamped tightly over his shoulder while he stares up at the other four members with the most pitiful expression he can manage to put on.
The other four simply stare back at him, seeing straight through his lies.
“Dude.” Martin rubs his temples. “Get up. You are a grown ass man.”
He grabs James’s arm and hauls him off the floor.
“Ow! Hold on, jackass!” He yelps, immediately clutching hid shoulder. “I’m serious this time! Can one of you call y/n in?”
Keonho laughs knowingly, ruffling James’s hair. “So that’s what this is, huh?”
“Shut up.”
Before the two could finish bickering, the practice room door swings open.
Your eyes immediately land on James.
“What the hell happened here..?” Crossing the room, you push him to sit down again, then kneel next to him.
You gently move away the hand that was clutching at his shoulder to inspect it yourself. “Hmm..no bruises or anything..”
“Martin full on slammed into me,” he mumbles, “it felt like it swung backwards..”
You just barely rotate his arm and you’re met with an exaggerated groan and a hand tightly grabbing your own, pausing your inspection.
The other boys have to look away to avoid bursting out into laughter.
After another moment, you lean back, sighing softly. “Doesn’t seem too bad, just sit out for today. If it still hurts tomorrow, you tell me. Okay?”
James nods instantly. “Got it.”
A beat passes.
“..Now can I get a kiss because I’m wounded?”
“You are so insufferable.”
“Please! I’m incapable of moving—I deserve some pity!”
Rolling your eyes, you lean down and quickly peck his cheek before standing up again.
“You four,” you nod towards the other members, “cut practice short today. Don’t overdo it.”
As soon as the door clicks behind you—
James shoots his arms into the air, cheering loudly.
“Hah! Fuck all of you for doubting me!”
Juhoon raises his brows in amusement. “So what happened to that shoulder pain?”
He immediately freezes.
Then slowly, he reaches back up to grab his shoulder, wincing.
“..Just muscle memory..forgot about my injury..” He grumbles.
A fit of laughter immediately follows.
..
..
“Sunscreen…sunglasses…towels..” you trail off, digging through your beach bag one last time to make sure everything is packed.
James waits impatiently by the door, sunglasses already perched on his nose.
He was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Babe,” James nagged. “Can you speed this process up? I promise, we have everything we need!”
You sling the bag over your shoulder and turn to face him.
“Okay.” You smile. “It’s beach time.”
The words barely get out of your mouth before James is out the door.
..
Walking to the car together, he’s decided to ditch causal steps and has committed to skipping.
Then he suddenly stops.
He grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around, eyes wide.
You blink at him. “What’s wrong, James?”
“Well,” he pauses, a grin slowly growing on his face. “I was just gonna call dibs on aux..”
“You idiot.”
Climbing into the driver’s seat, you hear his excited laughter the entire way as he walks around the car.
He tosses the beach bag in the back before sitting down.
“So..” He clears his throat, “..was that a yes to being on aux?”
“Yes you can be on the fucking aux, passenger princess.”
He laughs while plugging his phone in and scrolling through your shared playlist.
Instead of immediately starting the car, you simply watch him scroll through your guys’s shared playlist, eyes heavy with admiration.
He catches you staring, and he looks up at you, smiling slightly.
“What’re you staring at me for, baby?” He mumbles.
You don’t respond right away.
Leaning your head back against the seat, you smile.
Then, barely above a whisper, “Thank you, James.”
His grin softens ever so slightly, and suddenly the aux doesn’t seem all that important to him anymore.
“Y/n, no..” he sighs, reaching over to grab your hand.
“I should be thanking you. You do so much for me and you don’t even realize it.”
You gently squeeze his hand back, his thumb rubbing circles against your knuckles.
“We really needed this day, didn’t we?”
“Damn right.”
..
“The water isn’t too cold..” you breathe out, walking further into the ocean until you’re waist deep.
James hums in agreement, wading in the water behind you.
The sun was setting, spilling pink and gold streaks across the ocean, painting shimmering streaks everywhere.
Then, without a word, he slips his arms around your shoulders and pulls you back against his chest.
You reach your own hand up to his forearm, gripping it gently.
“This is nice.” He whispers, head resting against yours.
You nod, closing your eyes for a brief moment.
The soft breeze carried the familiar smell of salt through the air while gentle waves lapped up lazily around the both of you.
For the first time in months, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow.
Your phones aren’t ringing.
No flights.
No rehearsals.
No events.
Just the feeling of the ocean and your boyfriend’s warm embrace.
Neither of you speak for a long time.
Not that you needed to.
After all, James was a firm believer that true love always found its way, whether it was easy or not.
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