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    ֹ    ❜    ｡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ─── LET THE DARKNESS SET US FREE. ⋆˙⟡ HARDBEINGCASUAL

❛ just turn it off just for a day ‘cause I don't wanna live a life tryna hold on while it's slipping away yeah that ain't no way to survive wish I could shut my stupid brain up sometimes ❜

♪ stupid brain — p1harmony

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where are you ☹️ ! i miss ur keeho smau

still here☺️ i just don’t have it in me to update rn

[seobmoji]

ft. y. keeho : Crush

─── 📁. Text messages between you and your sweet, but annoying classmate who only ever asks for your notes!

COLLEGE!AU once again bc i’m on a streak and i genuinely can’t be stopped. pls don’t stop me ok.. lowk blackcat!reader x goldenretriever!keeho SIGHHH + the pacing/timeline might be confusing let’s. Let’s not bring it up okay. ENJOY OKAY HAI! :p

A/N: me leaving my jongseob smau in the dust i’m crying hold on. anyway okay this was. OKAY THID WAS KINDA DRY IM HAVING A MOMENT JUST BEAR WITH ME

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ENI KEEHO SMAU😭😭😭😭😭 lets fucking go

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hi guys i’m back… its been like 3 days and not a week but i got bored and missed everyone hi. i’m going to try and work on my smau soon and maybe something else if i feel like it🤔🤔🤔

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FOOL ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

- idol! Intak x gf! reader

warnings - suggestive , mature language , name calling , intak says “good girl” lol idkk this is short but i wanted to post something

BTW TY SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ILY

☆ - guys honestly i’m sorry this is short 💔 ALSO TRUST i’ll be working on the next chapter of the pretty guitarist!!!

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outstanding beautiful amazing

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ft. k. jongseob : Back to your Place

─── 📁. Following a long and simply hot day out, Jongseob decides to shed just a little bit of clothing.

another college!au okay are we even shocked. if u are why. nonidol!jongseob, fluff, banter, kinda suggestive..??? squint maybe but also it isn’t really?? WHATEVER hi this was based off a req i got that i can’t seem to find hmm and these concept photos Im just dramatic ngl

It’d already been a little too warm for comfort even before you and Jongseob left your dorm to go out and have lunch, the temperature only rising as more time continued to pass.

But to preface, you figured that’d happen… and you also figured that your boyfriend would, too.

However, it’s clear he didn’t.

Jongseob blows out a breath, his cheeks tinged a deep shade of pink. “Are we there yet?”

“Seob, you’ve been here enough to know that, no, we aren’t,” you reply with a snicker, amused by his rare show of dramatics. For whatever reason, he decided wearing a sweatshirt was a good idea. Why he wouldn’t just take it off was something that stumped you. It perhaps had something to do with fashion, something he probably heard from Keeho or Intak.

You can almost hear their words in your ear: “Weather should never stop style.”

It certainly did when it was over eighty-five degrees and sunny out, but as it turns out, you seemed to be the only thought of reason today.

The second you reached your floor, he wasted no time exiting the elevator, his pace quickening with each step he took, leaving you behind like you weren’t carrying the keys that allowed him the entry he desperately desired.

“Jongseob,” you drawl out, a smile blooming across your features.

At the sound of your voice, he stops. An instinctive reaction to you, your words, and… anything that you do, really. “Hurry up,” he whines.

You roll your eyes playfully and decide then that you wouldn’t make the man wait any longer than he has been. Once you’re at the foot of your door, you pull out your key, insert it, twist, and push it open.

Jongseob shoves his way inside, and you watch with the same expression, chuckling as you step in and turn away, kicking the door shut.

You ignore the low groan that comes from him, along with the sounds of rustling, chalking it up to him probably finding your small fan, finally able to enjoy the sensation of cool air hitting his face after being out in the sun for so long.

Placing your keys on its hook, you’re starting to look his way when the sight in your peripheral is enough for you to stop in your tracks.

Okay. Hm.

There sat Jongseob, laid back on your bed, legs spread slightly and his arms on full display, clad in his white tank-top and pants, with his sweater thrown lazily over your chair. He drops his head back and lets out another groan. “Don’t let me listen to Keeho again,” he grumbles, oblivious to the way you can’t help but openly gawk at him.

When you’ve yet to respond, when he isn’t hit with the “I told you so” right away, Jongseob cranes his head forward, eyebrows pinching together.

He says your name, but you still don’t answer.

He tries again—louder this time, which breaks you out of your (unfortunate) boyfriend-induced trance, and you say unfortunate because of course, it seems like he’s caught on with the way the corners of his mouth twitch into an almost-smirk. “You okay?”

“What?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Opening your mouth only to close it right after, you clear your throat, allowing a small “yeah” to slip past your lips. “Why?”

He chuckles, sitting up. “You’re just staring.”

“I’m just thinking about how chilly you’re likely to start getting.” Your feet take you to your drawer, where you pull it open with a little more force than necessary, swiftly yanking a shirt out—one he just so happened to leave behind the last time he was here—and hurling it his way. “Here.”

With one hand, Jongseob catches it with ease, gazing at you quizzically, albeit tickled. “I’m okay. I still feel a little hot.”

You slowly close the drawer, nodding slowly. “‘Kay!”

His head tilts from the corner of your eye. “Baby,” he starts lowly, setting the shirt aside and holding out a hand, reaching for you. Jongseob’s fingers slide over the waistband of your pants and he tugs you towards him. “What’s wrong suddenly?”

“Nothing!” you exclaim, still abnormally chipper and shaking your head, hands flying out to place themselves on his shoulders in order to steady yourself at the haste action.

Bad mistake, by the way.

The sudden change in closeness has your breath hitching and your head spinning. Your attention trails downwards, tracing the path of his now visible skin.

God, you’re acting like it’s the first time seeing a sliver of his skin.

Tragically, Jongseob, noticing the not-so-subtle movement, laughs under his breath. Laughs. In your face. Which is quick to bring you back to your senses.

You scowl at him, swatting at his chest and trying to pull away. He doesn’t let you, though. “Jongseob.”

He allows his smirk to widen.

“Why are you like this?” you complain halfheartedly and cover your face with your fingers.

Smiling now, his own try to peel your hands away. “I’m not like anything!” he defends, his attempts at revealing you to him proving fruitless. “Let me see you… please?”

“I’m okay,” you mock.

“Okay…” he trails off, voice below a whisper now. “I’ll put the shirt on if you look at me.”

“I don’t care. Keep it off. It was just a… a precaution.”

A loud laugh bubbles out of him at that. “A precaution? Yeah, okay. Of course.”

“You’re so—” your hands fall and you spare him one petty glance before you’re blindly reaching for the disregarded shirt and pulling it over his head, giggling lightly at the surprised, and muffled, sound it draws from him.

Jongseob’s entire face brightens the second he’s free and slips his arms through the sleeves of the t-shirt. “There you are,” he breathes, glancing up at you sickeningly if only to distract you from the feeling of his hands finding purchase on your waist. A shiver runs down your spine at the touch, even more so when they slip under the fabric of your own shirt, the response at the tip of your tongue disintegrating.

Then, he’s pulling you onto him with no warning, a startled cry of your own filling the air. “Hey!”

“You’re cold,” were his next words, and it’s impossible to not let him nuzzle deeper into you.

You scrunch your nose. “Loser.”

“Mm-hmm.”

A/N:

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ROOMMATES ──── KIM JONGSEOB (SHORT SMAU)

WHILE STILL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOUR EX (or so you thought) you don’t realise your roommate is deeply in love with you! ──── part one / two

WARNINGS. . . suggestive. fluff idkkkk. lmk if i missed stuff. ignore timestamps

PAIRING. . . kim jongseob x fem reader

INCLUDES. . . eunchae (le sserafim), moka (illit), harvey (xg) huening kai (txt) and the rest of p1harmony!

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cass speaks. . . just a little something for now . see you guys soon 🫰🏻

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ROOMMATES ──── KIM JONGSEOB (SHORT SMAU)

WHILE STILL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOUR EX (or so you thought) you don’t realise your roommate is deeply in love with you! ──── part one / two

WARNINGS. . . suggestive (eventually). fluff idkkkk. lmk if i missed stuff. ignore timestamps

PAIRING. . . kim jongseob x fem reader

INCLUDES. . . eunchae (le sserafim), moka (illit), harvey (xg) huening kai (txt) and the rest of p1harmony!

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cass speaks. . . did anyone catch my slushy noobz reference… anyways last post before i go on a small hiatus (probably for like a week but whatever) hiiiii and bye

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LITTLE THINGS ⭑

PAIRING: Kim Jongseob x Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: After accepting that your long distance idol boyfriend probably won’t make it to your graduation, you’re shocked to see such a familiar face after the ceremony!

WC: 2.4k

DISCLAIMERS: angst / fluff !!!!! this is explicitly for my best friend in the entire world. my eni. u da goat ok???? themes of long distance relationship!!!! andddd private bc he idol ok? ok.

You had spent your entire morning pretending it didn't bother you. Every time one of your friends asked if your boyfriend was coming, you just smiled and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal — even though your stomach twisted every single time with a sharp, nauseating pull that made you want to excuse yourself and hide somewhere quiet.

Dating Kim Jongseob meant learning how to swallow disappointment gracefully, smile through the ache, and to love someone whose life would never quite have room for you the way you needed.

Schedules changed constantly, last minute practices appeared out of nowhere. Sometimes all you got at the end of the day was a sleepy five-minute phone call before he passed out mid-sentence, his breathing evening out while you whispered "I love you" to silence.

But despite it all, you still knew how much he loved you — and how much he wanted to be there.

God, you knew and that made it hurt so much worse.

He'd been talking about your graduation for months, voice bright with excitement every time he brought it up because he was proud of how you’ve made it this far and fought all the many battles that had set you back.

He wanted pictures of you in your cap and gown. He wanted to buy you flowers, and sit through the painfully long ceremony just to hear your name called for five seconds, and be the one cheering the loudest when you walked across that stage.

But three nights ago, he'd called sounding exhausted and guilty all at once, and you'd known before he even said it.

"I don't think I can make it." His voice cracked slightly on the last word.

And even though your chest burned and disappointment crashed through you so violently you had to press your palm against your sternum to breathe — you still told him it was okay immediately.

Of course it was okay... you loved him too much to make him feel worse about something he couldn't control and you loved him enough to break your own heart quietly so his wouldn't hurt more than it already did.

"It's okay, my love. Really. I understand."

"I'm so sorry—"

"Don't apologize. You can't help it."

But you'd cried after hanging up — so hard that your roommate knocked on your door asking if you were alright… and then it all piled at once. You cried for him and you cried for yourself. You cried because you were so tired of understanding and you cried from the exhaustion of being the supportive girlfriend who never complained.

And you felt guilty for even feeling that way.

He worked so hard and had sacrificed so much.. so who were you to demand his presence when his dreams required everything from him?

So now, sitting in the sea of graduates while the ceremony dragged on endlessly beneath the hot afternoon sun, you tried focusing on literally anything else, like the speeches that blurred together into meaningless noise, or the friends around you that had been fanning themselves with their programs, and even the several cords and sashes that sat around your neck, playing with them between your fingers.

You tried not to look at the audience of families, friends and loved ones, but naturally, your eyes searched for him everywhere you went, even when you knew he wouldn't be there.

Even when you'd accepted his absence, your heart still looked for him like a compass pointing north.

The sun beat down mercilessly, and your gown stuck to your skin underneath, but you barely noticed at this point. You were too busy trying not to think about how this was supposed to be your day, but it felt pointless without the person who supported you through it all.

When your name was finally called, applause echoed around you as you walked across the stage with a practiced smile, accepting your diploma while cameras flashed from the crowd. The moment should have felt triumphant. But instead, it felt hollow.

You spotted your family immediately high up in the crowd, their proud faces beaming — your close friends beside them too, screaming your name enthusiastically.

But still no Jongseob.

For a second, disappointment hit harder than you expected. It was a physical blow that made your smile falter, and your eyes sting with tears you absolutely could not shed in front of hundreds of people.

But it was not enough to ruin the day. Never that.. but your smile still trembled once you stepped offstage, causing you to take three deep breaths before rejoining the fellow graduates in your row..

In that moment you wondered, just for a second, if loving him was worth feeling this alone.

After the ceremony ended, the stadium exploded into cheers, music, and applause. Families flooded the lawn with bouquets and balloons while graduates hugged each other as cameras clicked nonstop..

The air smelled like crushed grass and perfume and the faint sweetness of flowers. Everyone was celebrating loudly around you, but you still felt strangely distant from it all — like you were watching your own life through frosted glass.

And just when you were in the middle of taking pictures with your friends, forcing your smile wider.. you heard your name.

And it had come from a voice you'd recognize anywhere. A voice that lived in your chest, heard in dreams, and memorized in every tone and inflection.

Your head snapped around so fast it made your heart stutter so violently against your ribs.

But there he was — standing awkwardly near the edge of the crowd in a cream hoodie and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, holding the most ridiculously oversized bouquet you'd ever seen in your life.

White tulips, baby's breath, and pale pink roses, your favorites, you realized with a sharp intake of breath, far too many flowers for him to realistically carry properly.

For a moment you genuinely thought you imagined him the way your vision blurred and knees went weak. It was like the whole world twisted sideways.

Jongseob’s eyes found yours instantly, and the second they did, every ounce of tension left his shoulders — as if finding you was the only thing grounding him there. You couldn't move, breathe, or do anything except stare at him like he'd magically appeared from your desperate wishes.

"I'm late," He said breathlessly when you finally reached him — your legs had forgot how to work for a moment, but they carried you to him so fast you nearly tripped over your gown.

"You came…” Was all you managed back, your voice embarrassingly small.

Something in his expression softened immediately or.. crumbled, really. He'd been holding himself together by sheer force of will and your words had undone him completely.

"Of course I came." His voice cracked. "Did you really think I wouldn't?"

And suddenly you were crying.

Tears welled up before you could stop them, hot and fast and overwhelming, because he was here. Somehow through all the schedules and managers and flights and exhaustion and every obstacle that should have kept him away, he was standing in front of you at your graduation exactly like he promised and wanted to be.

He panicked instantly the moment he saw your face crumple. "No, no, don't cry — baby, please—"

He gripped the bouquet into one arm clumsily and pulled you against him so quickly you almost laughed through your tears. His arm wrapped around your waist tightly, desperately, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he didn't hold on hard enough.

His chin pressed softly on the top of your head over your graduation cap, and you felt him exhale shakily against you — a sound of pure relief. He smelled like airport coffee and his familiar cologne that made you cry harder.

"Shhh… it’s okay." He mumbled softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice now, affectionate and teasing. "Are you upset..?"

"God, no," You sniffled against his hoodie, fingers clutching the fabric at his back. "I just — I really missed you. So much. Every day."

That completely melted him.

You felt it happen physically with the way his grip tightened around you until you could barely breathe, the quiet exhale against you that sounded almost like a sob, and the tiny kiss he pressed near your temple before remembering where you were.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, thumb stroking gently through your nicely styled hair tucked beneath the cap.

"I missed you too," He whispered, voice thick. "Every second. I'm so sorry I made you think I wouldn't come."

"How come you said you couldn't—"

"I lied." He pulled back just enough to look at you fully, his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "I wanted to surprise you. I took the earliest flight. I've been awake for thirty-six hours. I was going to crawl here if I had to."

Before you said anything else, you noticed hard states and cameras from people you didn’t quite recognize. This sweet moment had convinced you so hard that for a moment this was private but.. no.

This was very public.

You let out a small smile before the two of you pulled apart at the exact same moment, suddenly aware of the attention he’s gathered.

Some were whispering already, hands covering their mouths in shock. A few students nearby had their phones out, eyes wide with recognition, fingers trembling as they tried to discreetly record. One girl looked seconds away from losing her mind entirely, gripping her friend's arm so hard her knuckles were white.

Usually, that would've been enough for Jongseob to take a couple steps back immediately. Your relationship had survived this long because you were careful since the two of you had built your love in the shadows because the light would destroy it.

But today, he looked at you like none of that mattered.

Because you were the only thing that mattered and lord, he would’ve gone crazy if he had to continue hiding the best thing in his life.

"You look really pretty," He mumbled quietly, eyes scanning over your graduation gown and cap with as much admiration. He looked so in awe, gazing at you with a love that was so overwhelming it couldn't be contained. “Sorry I was late.. I kinda missed most of your ceremony.”

You laughed weakly, wiping at your cheeks with shaking hands. "You brought enough flowers to make up for it."

"Yeah — I thought bigger would help."

"It did a little." You touched one of the tulip petals gently, and it was silk-soft against your fingertips. "They're perfect. You remembered my favorites."

"Of course I did.” He smiled. “I remember everything about you." He grinned, sweet, crooked, and so unbearably cute that your heart hurt.

He was going to be the death of you — seriously.

And maybe it was the emotions from the day finally catching up to you, or maybe it was because he looked so openly in love with you despite the crowd watching, but before you could overthink it, you reached up and fixed the chain sitting crooked beneath his hoodie collar.

Such a tiny gesture but so familiar as it was something you'd done a hundred times in private,m like in his bedroom or just in any of the quiet moments when it was the two of you and the rest of the world didn't exist.

But the look on his face afterward made your breath catch.

His eyes went soft and vulnerable, lips parting slightly like you'd done something profound instead of simply straightening his necklace. His hand came up to catch yours, pressing your palm flat against his chest where his heart was racing.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked suddenly, voice quieter now, almost nervous. God he was nervous??? He’s kissed you millions of times before yet you still had this affect.

Your eyes widened immediately. "Here?"

"I don't really care right now." His thumb stroked across your knuckles. "You're the most important person in my life, and I need to show you what that means to me."

You glanced around nervously, hearing the whispers growing louder by the second, seeing more phones appear.

"Seob… what if—"

"I don't care." His voice was firm now, certain. "I want everyone to know you're mine and how proud I am."

Your heart was going to explode. "Are you sure you’re thinking clearly—"

"I've never been more sure of anything." He stepped closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheeks, warm and gentle and steady. "I'm proud of you. I'm so proud I could burst. And I want to kiss my girlfriend right now. Please."

Honestly? You couldn't say no to him even if you tried.

So without another word, you let him lean down carefully, one hand warm against your cheek while the other held the absurd bouquet. He kissed you sweetly right there in the middle of the field.

His lips were gentle against yours, tasting like mint chapstick and desperation and home. It was chaste yet devastating — a promise, a claim, and an apology all at once. The kind of kiss that screamed, “I’m here, I love you, and I'm never letting go.”

When he pulled back, he stayed close, nose brushing yours and breathing you in like oxygen. Your family had laughed brightly, your friends cheering you on knowing how important his presence was to you.

Beyond your close circle of special people though, there was definitely a bigger crowd watching. Somebody gasping while you could hear squeals in the distance.

But Jongseob only rested his forehead against yours afterward, smiling so brightly you thought your chest might burst, eyes crinkling with sweet joy and relief.

"Hi," He whispered, just for you.

"Hi," you whispered back, laughing through fresh tears.

"Congratulations, baby. You did it."

"We did it." You touched his face gently, thumb brushing his cheekbone. "You helped me through so much from miles away. I couldn’t do this without you.”

"That’s what I’m here for.” He promised. "I’m yours. Always."

By the time photos hit social media that night, neither of you bothered hiding anymore.

Especially when every picture captured the same thing so clearly anyway: The way he looked at you like making it there was the most important milestone this year and the way you looked at him like he'd hung every star in the sky just for you.

💌 mika’s message! HAPPY GRAADDDD SEASSONNNN!!! everybody congratulate eni now. i’m proud of my girl ok? airing out her business lowk but idgaf. HEHEHEHEHE been a min since i wrote straight up fluff too. i’m ngl ive had this in the works since monday, i just got to work deadass during my shift in the fitting room so :P derp idk. ok bye ily.

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😭😭😭😭so beautiful

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NINETEEN ❛ HEY GIRL ❜ ──── YOON KEEHO

SMAU MASTERLIST / PREVIOUS / NEXT

cass speaks… sorry sophia and taki for doing you dirty in this… my beautiful bias wreckers i’m sorry it’s just for the plot

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EIGHTEEN ❛ MOVIE PART 2 ❜ ──── YOON KEEHO

SMAU MASTERLIST / PREVIOUS / NEXT

(ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise)

cass speaks… this nothing burger chapter IM SORRY

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i keep accidentally missing screenshots in my updates🫩🫩🫩🫩i need to stop working on my smau when i’m tired LOLLLLL

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EIGHTEEN ❛ MOVIE PART 2 ❜ ──── YOON KEEHO

SMAU MASTERLIST / PREVIOUS / NEXT

(ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise)

cass speaks… this nothing burger chapter IM SORRY

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[wonubug]

IN MY MIND ⭑

PAIRING: Choi Soobin x Roommate!Reader

SUMMARY: Text messages between you and your roommate who …? lowkey hates you? Or does he. You’re not too sure.

DISCLAIMERS: strictly smau :P , soobin kinda chud lowk but it’s okay he makes up for it, fluff!!!!!! anddd yeonjun mention bc that’s lowk ur bf but Soz.

💌 mika’s message SOOBIN CAN YOU HEAR ME. txtblr pls im back. ADDRESS ME. LET ME IN. i’ll write more for them. for yeonjun too even. My good friend taehyun too hello. More beomgyu .. more kai.. more soobin… just say the word okay….. i like it here….. i also . OKAY DONT MIND THE FAST ENDING I WAS RUNNING OUT OF SS ROOM I GOT CARRIED AWAY. okay bye.

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more mika txt we all say in unison

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SEVENTEEN ❛ CURIOUS KEEHO ❜ ──── YOON KEEHO

SMAU MASTERLIST / PREVIOUS / NEXT

cass speaks… THANK U FOR 500!!!!!🥹🥹 wow this was a long ass chapter don’t say i don’t love you guys <3 <3 ANYWAYS keeho mentioned pinkpantheress on live today and you’ll never guess who is seeing her soon (me) so it inspired this I LOVE U PINKPANTHERESS

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thank you all so much for 500 😭😭🩷i’m going to try my best and publish something in honour of this happening ILY TUMBLR

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hi!! can u add me ur taglist pls? 🥹

of course!!!!

[hardbeingcasual]

WISH YOU WERE SOBER ──── CHOI TAEYANG

SUMMARY. You loathed college parties, but you didn’t mind the outcome. That was until you started wanting something more serious than just sex. You wanted him to notice the longing. You wanted him to see you without the buzz of alcohol fogging his mind— without him forgetting most of your actions the morning after, acting like nothing went on between you two.

WARNINGS. fem reader! fwb! theo. college au. mentions / illusions of sex. drinking. angst(?) eventual fluff. time skips IDK. short fic.. mdni. lmk if i missed any

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It started February 4th.

Your best friend Theo was hosting a party (which he rarely did) and as someone who hates parties, you were against it at first, telling him that you were unsure if you wanted to attend as you preferred small gatherings rather than a party. But after he begged you almost on his hands and knees— you caved in to his begging.

During the night of the party, you both had too much to drink, like you were challenging each other, which led you both to get closer, more touchier than usual. The alcohol was getting to you both, and before you both knew it, you were in his bedroom, both of your clothes abandoned on the floor as he whispered nothing but sweetness to you. The party long forgotten as it faded into background noise, being unheard due to your shared sighs of lust.

At that moment you didn’t care that you were having sex with your best friend, and you thought you’d regret it in the morning, but you didn’t. You weren’t ashamed, you didn’t feel awkward about it, it was almost as if you were wanting it to happen, and he seemed unbothered about it too. Which led to your current situation— being in love with your best friend that you constantly hooked up with while you were drunk.

He was like an addiction. The way he spoke to you softly as he laid upon you, how he treated you afterwards, caring for you before he held you delicately in his hands as you both drifted off together.

After a few nights spent together, he started to get more vulnerable. He’d tell you how much he loves you, and how much he desperately needs you. You found it almost sweet how needy he was. But he was drunk, and so were you. So it meant nothing. It never did. You’d have sex with him, then act like it's nothing— even when it wasn’t nothing. Going to classes together, and even being around each other's parents like nothing has happened, like hasn’t seen all of you.

You had found yourself feeling more for him the more you spent tangled up together. The way he held you, took care of you— you desperately wanted him to do this to you when he was sober, you wanted him to see you. There was more under the surface that he hadn’t seen yet, more that you desperately wanted him to uncover.

Before you knew it, It was now the 16th of May. Endless months of you sleeping with your best friend who you also happened to be sleeping with. Months of him telling you he loved you and you not believing him due to his drunkened state.

He happened to be throwing another party today, which only meant one thing— you’d end up together at the end of the night.

You almost decided against going, but your heart pulled you to him like an invisible string.

A few hours into the party you found yourself in the same situation you were always in, you were halfway through his bedroom door before you stopped, breaking yourself from the heated make out session.

“What are we doing?” You ask, your voice a whisper. You’d be surprised if he even heard you over the music and the party goers.

Theo chases your lips but you pull back. “What do you mean?” He watches you, his hand that was on your waist running up and down.

“I love you. I thought that was obvious?” He spoke casually, his words slurred.

You scoff, “Is it? You never tell me that when you’re sober.”

“But it’s true.”

You shake your head, pushing his hands off you and dismissing him. “If it’s so true, then tell me in the morning, Taeyang.” Then you’re out the door, your clothes rustled and your dignity at the door, leaving his party quickly so he couldn’t stop you, because one look at him, you would instantly cave.

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It was now Monday. You hadn’t seen him in days, you had even skipped your classes today.

You felt ashamed of the words you said to him at the party. You felt as if you had ruined your friendship with simple words, as if you hadn’t been sleeping together for months.

You were in your dorm, a sitcom distantly playing on your laptop, but you weren’t focused on it as you were lost in your thoughts.

A knock breaks through the noise, making you jolt up, hitting the space button on your laptop to pause your show. You weren’t expecting anyone.

You cautiously make your way to the door, opening it slowly to be greeted by Theo. You weren’t expecting him at all.

Your eyes widened, “Taeyang.” You state the obvious.

“Surprised?” He asks, pushing his way past you into your dorm. You sigh as you close the door. You were suddenly aware of how you looked, you were wearing your pyjamas.

“Do you need something?”

Theo nods, watching you, the way you stood frozen at the door, shifting uncomfortably under your gaze.

“I love you.” He confesses. You’re once again caught off guard.

You cross the room, standing face to face with him. You reach up, palming his shirt in your hands as if to stabilise yourself. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You ask, your eyes pooling with emotion.

“Why didn’t you?” He shoots back. Fair.

“I was afraid I'd lose you.” You admitted, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, before moving his palm to lie upon your face. “You will never lose me.” Then he kisses you sincerely for the first time, taking your breath away, like your first shared night together.

In that moment you finally felt fulfilled. There was no pit in your stomach anymore when you kissed him. No fear of hiding.

cass speaks! did anyone catch ⚾️🦅 the conan references…….. i went to the wishbone tour it was mandatory to write a fic. i literally wrote this at 6am but i wanted to post for Thee vodka cranberry day+ this isn’t proof read i’m embarrassed to even read it this is so out of my comfort zone LOL

HAPPY 16TH OF MAY!!!!!