𝜗ৎ KIM MINJI .ᐟ ✎ all of my exes texted me and i fucked up (short smau) / girlfriend exposed! (short smau) / come home darling (short smau) / girlfriend exposed! (pt2) (short smau) / unlikely romance (fic) / happy birthday, my love (fic) / i need you so bad (please) (short smau) / come back to me (and you did) (short smau) / forever for us (fic) / kisses in the kitchen! (fic) / sleep deprived (fic) / our unlikely romance (fic)
𝜗ৎ HANNI PHAM .ᐟ ✎ behind closed doors (fic) / kiss me like you mean it (fic) / all of my exes texted me and i fucked up (short smau) / that annoying girl is fine... wait what?! (short smau) / that annoying girl is fine.. wait what?! (pt2) (short smau) / i wanna bite you (romantically) (short smau) / 8pm (you're my 8pm) (fic)
𝜗ৎ DANIELLE MARSH .ᐟ ✎ fake it till you make it (pt1) (short smau) / fake it till you make it (pt2) (short smau) / all of my exes texted me and i fucked up (short smau) / personal (short smau)
𝜗ৎ KANG HAERIN .ᐟ ✎ all of my exes texted me and i fucked up (short smau) / your misspellings (short smau) / the love we never knew (fic) / the love we never knew (headcanons) / believe me (short smau) / believe me (pt2) (short smau) / please notice my love!!! (short smau)
𝜗ৎ LEE HYEIN .ᐟ ✎ ...
❥ GF!TEXTS SERIES (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶)
ʚɞ kim minji 💬 one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty
ʚɞ hanni pham 💬 one two three four five six seven eight nine
ʚɞ danielle marsh 💬 one two
ʚɞ kang haerin 💬 one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen
ʚɞ lee hyein 💬 one two
✪ BONUS ‼ (katseye and aespa) ദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\
✚ katseye ღ your gentle ruin (daniela avanzini) / oh shit wrong number! (manon bannerman) / it's like seeing an ex... (but i am your ex???) (megan skiendiel) / im bored, wanna be my valentine? (jeong yoonchae) / silly rivalry (megan skiendiel)
summary; you hate megan. but does she hate you too? of course not. her love for you is stronger than your hate towards her.
cw; social butterfly!megan, megan is a STEM student, reader is fashion student, reader also has attitude ugh, daniela mentioned as reader's friend, misunderstanding, one sided rivalry, dramatic confession, and silly ahh plot.
a/n; @imaxdead here you go, homo fetus 🫰 I hope you enjoy this long awaited fic 🤗🤗🤗
ugh, you hate her.
megan skiendiel.
the girl whose energy radiates through the air but her presence to you is overwhelming, the girl whom you see in every hallway with a big ass grin talking to several people, and at the heart of this is that she was the very same girl who you kept seeing hovering around your friend; daniela.
what does she want, exactly? you thought to yourself each occasion megan sticking around daniela.
well, it’s not like you’re into daniela or anything. but you really couldn't stand seeing megan constantly keep on taking her attention away from you like she’s trying to snatch your friend right out of your orbit.
it's been a month already.
it irritates you.
especially right now.
“have you guys done talking?” you stepped up with your arms crossed over your chest as your eyes burned holes through megan. not even trying to be subtle because of that attitude of yours. “i need my friend back.”
“o-oh! yeah, sure,” megan replied, her lips forming a sheepish smile as she gently pushed daniela back at you. “sorry, i guess i'm too carried away asking for her advice!” she apologizes to you, lowering herself down in a bow to show her ruefulness towards you.
“yeah, whatever.” you rolled your eyes at her and yanked daniela’s hand in yours, pulling her to somewhere far from megan.
“woah, calm your tits down, y/n,” daniela persuaded you teasingly and stopped walking when you reached the library, gently easing her wrist away from your tight grip not long after. “tell me, what makes you so upset every time i’m talking to megan?”
you halted your walk and turned around to look at daniela with your eyebrows already creasing in frustration which made daniela chuckled teasingly at the dramatic sight in front of her. “isn't it obvious?” you tilted your head to the side as you crossed your arms over your chest in an exaggerating way an annoying kid would do. “megan obviously likes you!”
your words earn a surprise snort from daniela. “girl,” she puts her hands on both sides of your shoulders and squeezes them as if it could ease down your frustration. “i just helped her out with some advice… and you’re here just assuming she has a thing for me?”
“well, first, we got plenty of advisors in this college, daniela,” you retorted why you're upset with megan while holding up one finger in front of daniela's face to make it clear that you’re serious. “second, it's been weeks since she went up your ass just to ask for your advice regardless of the tons of friends she has,” you continued decisively, lifting up another finger right to her face. “still, she's going after you out of everyone, daniela,” you added with a frustrated sigh. “wait! or did you help her because you like her too?”
daniela was at a loss for seconds at your quick accusation. what the fuck? “stop mistaking kindness as something else, dumbass,” she replied, putting your hand down with a slight chuckle because she could hardly believe what she was hearing from you. “could be my advice comes in handy, who knows.”
you squinted your eyes. “whatever, i just don’t want to lose my friend to an insincere loser who won’t stop hovering around everyone’s friends.” you spat bitterly, rolling your eyes before turning around to walk into the library.
“you don't want to ask what kind of advice she asked from me?” daniela tilted her head with a smile, catching up to walk beside you.
as you sit on the chair with a random book you picked on the bookshelf, you shot her a look. “no, why would i bother asking about that loser?”
daniela only rolled her eyes and sat down on the chair across from you. “you know what, you should control your attitude, y/n. no one would want someone as bullheaded as you.”
a surprised gasp left your throat as your free hand flew to rest on your chest. “that was so uncalled for.”
“hit a nerve, didn't i?” daniela tilted her head, her lips curling up into a proud smirk as her finger tapped your nose just to provoke you.
“mean!” you swat her hand away.
daniela laughed at your reaction but her laughter died down when she realized the librarian was glaring at them. “by the way, have you finished ms. lee’s assignment?” she asked you as her right eyebrow rose in curiosity.
“yep, i finished her assignment yesterday,” you replied, with her lips forming a proud grin. “pulled all-nighter to finish all that shit.”
“wow, cool~ cool~” daniela mused, nodding her head in an impressive manner. “that means i don't have to listen to you complaining about it nonstop anymore.”
“ha ha, that's very nice of you, daniela.” you let out a fake chuckle. because yes, it's true. you would complain about ms. lee's assignments every single chance you get whenever you haven't finished them yet.
daniela could only smirk triumphantly, enjoying every second of her teasing that has gotten you affected. “also, do you know that we have to help mass communication students for their arts week next week?”
your gaze darkened. “what?”
“you seriously don't know about it?” daniela tilted her head.
“obviously no, daniela, god,” you complained through clenched teeth, exaggerated. “just tell me what it is.”
daniela held back her smirk. “we were informed that we have to work with the mass communication students for their project next week, dumbass,” she clarified, tapping your nose again. “and ms. jung already assigned our group partners.”
bam!
“silence!” the librarian whispered-yelled at you when you slammed your both palms on the table surface. but you were too unbothered to set your attention aside on the librarian as your eyes remained on daniela, looking at her with a hope that she was joking around. “how come i didn't know about this?”
“you slept in ms. jung’s class that day.”
with that, you flopped back onto your chair in a defeated manner. “this is exaggerating.”
daniela just shakes her head silently as she places the book you took back into its original shelf. “stop being dramatic, we're in the same group,” she reassures you as she puts her hands on your shoulders, giving them a little squeeze. “there's three people in one group.”
you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “huh? who's the other one?”
daniela didn't reply right away. she led you out of the library without a word, not forgetting to apologize to the librarian for your action earlier. then, once you two were outside of the library, daniela finally answered calmly. “it’s megan.”
ugh.
“i hate her.”
the very next day, there in the cafeteria you were sitting across megan—who had the same grin on her face you had always despised so much, especially when daniela was sitting beside her—to discuss about her project for the arts week.
joykiller. you thought bitterly.
to make matters worse, each of the three had already been assigned their roles by ms. jung earlier. you were the lead designer for the film’s visuals, while megan and daniela were the cast as two of the main actors in megan's project for arts week.
the assigned roles only makes you seethed silently. why, out of all people, had to be megan that kept on getting on your nerves ever since she’s friends with daniela? what made her smile like that? so she can use this ridiculous event as an opportunity to get closer to daniela?
oh no.
no, she can't.
you cleared your throat firmly, grabbing their attention as they turned their heads towards you immediately. “so i’m wondering how do we start with the storyline, megan?” you began, crossing your arms to appear guarded.
“i’m thinking of a disney theme for my project,” megan answered, her cheeks flushed red as she smiled sheepishly while avoiding your sharp gaze, oblivious to the fact you were seething at her. well, love is blind. “like, peter pan saves wendy and the others.”
wait, what the hell? peter pan? it was your favorite childhood cartoon, the one daniela knew about because of how many times you’d gone on about peter pan is the real villain while captain hook only wanted to save the abducted children.
ugh.
did she really want to impress daniela that badly?
“lame choice of a cartoon,” it was unbelievable. you muttered under your breath, trash-talking of your favorite movie—even though guilt pricked in your heart—just because megan had said it. “whatever. i’ll make the designs real quick and get this shit over.”
daniela playfully rolled her eyes at your attitude. you really were criticizing your own favorite movie. she couldn’t believe whether she was friends with a literal nine year old or a nineteen year old. “that’s great, y/n. we’ll make sure to practice hard for our acting.” she smiled and hugged megan from the side just to set you off.
“i’ll handle the scripts too!” megan chirped, gently shrugging daniela’s arm off her shoulder as she pulled her laptop out from her bag. then, she angled the screen toward you and daniela, her eyes bright with excitement. “it’s easy. i think we can finish everything before the arts week arrives. trust me.” she added with her voice full of confidence.
“good,” you forced a small smile to megan, irritation simmering inside you as you nudged daniela’s leg beneath the table and in return, daniela nudged yours back. “let’s work together without getting on my nerves, yeah?”
you extended your hand towards megan, waiting for her to take it. and then, megan immediately stood up from her seat—a little too excited to your liking—and took your hand for a handshake.
“i won't! i promise, y/n!”
ugh.
even when your name falls on her tongue does make you feel annoyed.
for five days since the quick meeting, the three of you threw yourselves into the project like your lives depend on it. or perhaps, it is. because you’re the leader for a reason. what's the point of holding the position of a leader if you’re going to abandon this project—even if it's not yours completely—just like that? you focused on the visual designs, sketching and adjusting every detail until it matched your vision perfectly.
meanwhile, megan worked meticulously on the scripts with her energy never waning at all. once she was done—with a little help from her mass communication friends and lecturers—she practiced her lines over and over with daniela, often glancing at you for approval even though you barely acknowledged her.
you hate it.
seeing how close megan had grown with daniela, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever lose her to megan. it wasn’t a typical romantic feeling. but rather a platonic one where it's just the fear of no other person could replace the friendship bond the two of you shared for years.
danielle was allowed to have more than one friend, you absolutely knew that. but still, you couldn't help but tighten your grip around the peter pan’s jagged green tunic you sewed for megan a bit too tight that it tore a little when you see them laughing together. what's so funny?
“fuck.”
practice went on as usual—more frequent as arts week drew closer. megan and daniela’s laughter filled the room more carefree now, their acting becoming more convincing so much that anyone watching might wonder if they weren't really acting at all.
it even made you think the same thing before you forced yourself to stay focused on your work, hands busy with sketches and revisions to perfecting your designs while pretending not to notice how naturally they fit together as lovebirds.
your chest hurts just by thinking about it; your frustration builds up at the simple thought of megan stealing daniela away from you as if it were nothing. but every now and then, little did you know that daniela would glance your way, just to check that you were fine, knowing full well how dramatic you could be.
daniela wonders when you will open your eyes and realize that she wasn't interested in megan like how you accused her. in fact, she's playing a matchmaker—spilling every detail about you, even the absurd ones, to megan so she could make her moves on you—but, things aren't easy when you interpret it in a different view.
the times megan defended your work during critiques? you interpret it as megan wanting to impress daniela by defending your work so you stay quiet, though your action left megan spending her night thinking if she embarrassed you. second, the excitement in megan's eyes whenever they meet yours during rehearsal? you interpret it as megan wanting to show off that she could be the better one for daniela while in reality, megan wants your approval and gets disappointed when you actually don't acknowledge it. lastly, and even the most obvious one is when after everyone leaves, megan often lingers at the backstage pretending to fix something that doesn't need fixing just to be near your space, or even walks out with you and starts a casual conversation with no problem. but you usually leave with your headphones on without noticing.
you're an idiot, y/n. daniela thought to herself as she watched megan struggling to make an attempt to get close to you by wandering around where you are standing instead of striking a conversation with you.
the closer arts week gets day by day, the more frequent rehearsals they have scheduled; meaning megan and daniela spend even more time together and their chemistry looks even more convincing to the audience.
unfortunately for you, you have to witness them all every single time you are in the same space as them. honestly, you couldn't deny they look good together. yet, you hate it. every single of it; megan's laughs at whatever danielle says, their heads bent close together over scripts, and megan's eyes soften when she catches you watching because it feels like a taunt. the things they did can go unnoticed by the others but not you.
“perfect!” said ms. jung as she clapped her hands enthusiastically, flashing her bright smile towards megan and daniela, despite feeling exhausted from today's rehearsal, seemed satisfied with their own hard effort. “everything’s perfect, good job, girls!”
“thank you, miss!” the two women beamed like their cheeks could hurt. then, megan hugged daniela from the side instinctively, or rather, out of excitement. “we worked really hard for this project.”
“i can see that, megan.”
“but,” megan paused, turning to glance at where you are standing, too focused on the scripts to analyze any weird dialogues. “none of these would be perfect if it weren't for y/n!”
upon hearing your name being called, you looked up from the scripts and your sharp gaze immediately fell on megan apart from other people who was looking at you
“our leader!” megan mused.
“y/n, brighten up!” ms. jung pressed you with a soft chuckle. “i can see that the work has exhausted you but you're doing a great job, my dear!”
“thanks, ms. jung.”
then, ms. jung put the green tunic pants above your palms. “also i noticed the torn on this pants megan was supposed to wear tomorrow so i hope you can fix it by tonight, okay, my dear?”
“yes…”
“daniela, would you mind if i need your help?”
“sure, i don't mind.”
awkward silence.
you rolled your eyes when you caught megan was looking at you as you headed back backstage to fix her pants. your movement sharpened when you acknowledged megan's presence. was she following you? she could've just gone home. you noticed she looked scared, yet she gathered her courage to sit next to you.
“y/n.” megan called your name.
silence.
“do you hate me?”
oh.
you turned your head to the side so quick it hurts your neck. it was as if getting exposed naked when megan pointed out what you thought was unnoticed. straight to the problem? cool. you thought you were being shady, but megan noticed every single one of it. she's always observant the moment she likes you. “what makes you think that?”
“i-it’s just uh-” megan stammered, panic rising in her veins when your eyes are on her instead of the green tunic pants. “um- it's just that i always noticed you glared at me whenever i'm with dani.”
“who are you to call my friend with that nickname?”
“oh,” megan's lips twitched upwards. “so this is about daniela?”
letting out a defeated sigh, you gently set down the pants on the table and crossed your arms over your chest like this conversation is going to be serious. i mean, it is. now that megan confronted you. “obviously, megan.”
“so that's the problem?” megan burst out laughing because she genuinely had thought it was her whole existence that irked you so much.
“you're laughing?”
megan's laughter immediately died down. “okay, sorry, i didn't mean to laugh,” she apologised. “i thought you hated me.”
“i do.”
silence.
“why?”
now, megan had her smile fell at your reply and her eyes dimmed with sadness. the sight in front of you made your chest twisted somehow. it feels like you're… guilty?
“j-just stay away from my friend, megan.”
“i can do that.”
“good.” you nodded your head proudly and your lips stretched out a victorious smile. “i hope you stay away from daniela after the arts week ends.”
“then can i stay close to you?”
“what?”
“stay close to you,” megan repeated. “i wanted… to get to know you…”
“get to know me?”
megan nodded her head sheepishly.
“so why are you going to daniela instead of me?”
“i wanted to impress you.”
“for what?”
megan flashed her sheepish grin. “you look cool, y/n.” she lied, not having enough courage to confess just yet. i mean, I couldn't blame her for wanting to take things slow!
“so what now?”
“um, well, can i get to know you?”
“tch, fine. where do you want to start?”
arts week is happening today.
megan was visibly nervous behind the curtains, fidgeting with her sweaty fingers while daniela remained surprisingly calm despite it being her first time acting.
“girl, we're going to perform in front of people, not getting executed.” daniela joked.
“i know.” megan huffed out a nervous laugh like it didn't trigger her whole nervous system. “i’m just, uh, nervous that y/n is going to watch me perform.”
“someone called me?"
megan startled when you randomly appeared behind her. now, instead of meeting with a glare, you tried to smile at her, which caught daniela off guard. you? smiling at megan? is the world going to end?
“you will be fine. act well, megan.”
the encouragement from you is enough to make megan's knees go weak.
simp.
on the stage, megan, surprisingly, performed well with daniela. she even kept glancing at you behind the stage for approval. god, her eyes, shine so bright under the stage lights, illuminating the softness in them. you couldn't help but find her adorable like a puppy.
somehow, you find yourself staring at megan instead of paying attention towards the acting itself. before you could realise, the stage ends with peter pan—megan—succesfully defeating captain hook and saves wendy—daniela—and the other abducted children played by additional people. their excellent performance received a loud applause from the audience right after it ended.
“you guys did so well.” you complimented with a prideful smile as you watched them approach you. “i feel like a proud dad.”
megan and daniela laugh at your joke attempt as daniela pulled you into a hug and let out a relieved sigh while megan only stared at them awkwardly, scratching her nape like she didn't know what to do. then, you opened your eyes and noticed she was staring. so, you pulled her into the joined hugs too, causing her to let out a little sigh.
“stop being awkward, megan.”
megan had won second place for the event. you could have been so proud of your own creativity. miraculously, you and megan still talk to each other. a little at first. you greet megan and megan greet you. after a few days, you and megan exchanged numbers after megan gathered her courage to ask for your number instead of asking from daniela.
after four months of being friends and getting used to each other's routines, you started looking forward to spending time with megan. it was like your day won't be complete if you didn’t spend time with megan. the two of you would spend time right after she's done with her evening class, and watch her struggling to sew a beanie while talking about each other's day.
you joked to megan that sewing a beanie only takes five hours to get it done, but for a student that takes mass communication it turns to a whole month. but you were impressed to see megan has an infinite patience to sew a beanie under your guidance, along with taking in your nagging without a complaint.
like I said, love is blind.
or megan is simply a total simp for you because once she finished forming the beanie, she gave it to you as an appreciation for teaching her sewing. though, actually, megan wanted to learn sewing just to get closer to you and gave you her first handcraft.
yeah, that's a total simp behavior.
but that's all it takes for your heart to stupidly flutter into something like fondness you sure it was, well, obviously, love!
“you definitely have a crush on her too, don't you?” daniela asked one night after catching you beaming at your phone screen, probably from megan's text. “and don't tell me nonsense like you like her as a friend. it's been five months, girl. i know you. so you can't lie to me at all,” she giggled, sneaking herself on your bed. “answer me me, y/n, what do you feel towards megan?”
you let out a little laugh. “fine, miss avanzini. i do have a little crush on her.”
“little?”
“ugh, you're exaggerating,” you rolled your eyes. “i mean, it's not little, but a big crush on her.”
“you should tell her,” daniela suggested, nudging your shoulder gently using her shoulder. “who knows she has a crush on you? high risk, high reward, yeah??”
“i will tell her when i'm ready.”
“better sooner than later, y/n.”
“fine.”
ding!
“yo, check this out, ms. jung texted me,” daniela showed her phone screen to you. “she said she wants to invite us to dinner. you know, for winning second place.”
“is she gonna treat us to dinner? or just invite us?”
“dumbass, she will treat us for sure,” daniela rolled her eyes at your questions and replied to ms. jung’s text. “don't worry i will cover for both of us if she doesn't end up paying for the dinner.” she added after putting her phone away.
“you’re the best, dani.”
“that's not what i want to hear.”
you let out an exaggerating groan. “thank you, my sugar mommy.”
“that's right.”
“ew.”
the dinner was a total chaos; various types of dishes were served on the table that never seemed to end because the guy that played as captain hook kept ordering more food, random gossip about a hot football player that got jumped by the women he lead on you barely acknowledged about and lastly, ms. jung cried out of appreciation, which successfully made megan and other colleagues cry along. even somehow you and daniela followed second after.
right after ms. jung paid for the dinner and left because her daughter called, you and your colleagues thanked the older woman for the unforgettable dinner and they decided to stay inside the restaurant for another couple of hours.
not you, though.
“i don't think i want to be here anymore…” you yawned, turning to look at megan who was still sitting beside you. “how about you, meg?”
megan shakes her head sheepishly at your question. she's been on edge just by you sitting next to her. “do you want to leave? i can take you home.”
“with daniela?”
“don't leave yet! let's drink!” daniela shouted at you. “come on! my treat!”
hearing what daniela had said, maybe staying for another hour won't be a problem. right?
well, nothing happens actually, except daniela had paid them and left with the guy named jonah she often talks about to you, probably making out somewhere.
half of everyone at the table had fainted into unconsciousness, leaving you and megan remained awake. wait no, both of you were barely awake, still drunk as their heads lolled around like jell-o.
“hey, hey, megan…” you slurred, trying to keep your half-lidded eyes open and look at megan who's closer to passing out. “megan, look, meg, hey, look at me. give me… your attention… megan…”
“yes, yes!!” megan nodded her head unsteadily with a sheepish smile still stubbornly plastered on her face. “i’m giving… my attention to you, y/n~” she leaned close to your face that her nose nearly touched yours. her cheeks were flushed pink from the amount of alcohol she had consumed while her eyes unfocused, yet even in her drunk state, she looked at you like you were the only person left in the room; it made your chest ridiculously feel warm at the sight of megan in front of you.
“you know, meg…” you began with a mumble, trying to stare at her through your half-lidded eyes. “i remembered back then i thought you're into daniela…”
megan immediately whines dramatically at the mention of daniela, interrupting you. “i’m not into daniela~” she whines, dropping her forehead above your shoulder. “noo~ not into her~”
you laughed lazily, not even care to shrug her off your shoulder. “i was rude to you… like, super rude, you know?” you continued, watching her lifting her head back and blinking her eyes to focus on you. “i just… want to apologize for how i used to act around you... i was… so rude...”
“it's okay~” megan accepted your apology with her still sheepishly drunk grin on her face. “i forgive you because you let me be your friend~” she mused teasingly, her head still lolling near you like jell-o. “but i don't mind if you're being rude to me… because you still have your eyes on me~”
you narrowed your eyes at her, though the effect was ruined by the smile you couldn't hold back. i mean, she looks too cute when she's drunk. “you know what, you're still… annoying, meg…”
megan stared at you seconds before her expression softened into something unbearably fond. “annoying…?”
“oh my god… you're… just so annoyingly cute.” you snorted at her face as you reached over and pinched her cheek that makes megan let out the happiest little sound at the contact. “do you know what your problem is?” you murmured.
“what~?”
“you.” you poked her forehead, making her sway backward dramatically with another whine. “just… everything about you…” you added, now having your arm resting on the table. “...annoying~”
“why~~” megan crooned, steadying herself by having her arm resting on the table and put her chin above her palm, staring at your features like they were the prettiest thing she ever laid her eyes upon. “tell me, y/n. i want… to know."
“my heart… always does this… you know… weird flutter whenever I'm with you, megan,” you chuckled softly, your words slurred yet clear for megan to hear everything. “i couldn't believe it myself that… i couldn't get someone as annoying as you out of my head…”
hearing your words, megan's grin widened that she didn't care about her cheeks hurting. “i couldn't get you out of my head too, y/n. but! but you're not annoying…” she rambles mindlessly due to the intoxication she consumed tonight. “to me… you're…” she slurred under her breath, sliding her face closer to yours. “so cool~” she giggles to herself while her right hand shift to caress your cheek. “and pretty…”
instead of pushing her off like you did earlier, you burst out a huff of laugh that your head dropped onto her shoulder. “you idiot,” you mumbled fondly against her shirt. “do you only want to get close to me just because I'm cool and pretty?”
megan shook her head lazily. “no! not only that!” she replied loudly, distinguish her unsteady body. she would've fell on the ground if it weren't for your head to rest against her shoulder. “i want to get close to you because i have a… stupid crush on you, y/n~”
if not for the intoxication, you would've recoiled in disbelief and shoved her off you. but here you are, lifting your head to look at her and smiling like an idiot, mirroring the woman in front of you who was busy poking your cheek. “you have… a stupid crush on me~?”
“yes!” megan hiccuped. “i can't stop thinking about you, y/n… it's pathetic… i like you so much that i feel pathetic.” she rubbed her side face with a soft grunt. “ah shit… i just confessed to you, y/n…”
“so?”
that makes megan shot a look toward you, confusion appeared on her face as she put her hand down. “…you don’t hate me?”
“no, dumbass, no, i don't,” you admitted with a soft laugh. “i stopped hating you the moment you wanted to get close to me. look, i’m wearing the beanie you gave me two weeks ago.”
her eyes caught the beanie on your head. “ah yes… you're wearing it now…”
“yes, obviously. thought it could be sweet.”
“do you like me too, y/n?”
“is the sky blue, meg?”
“it's completely dark now, though.”
“god, bless you, megan skiendiel,” you groaned under your breath, using your fist to hit her shoulder that megan yelped in pain. “yes, i like you too, dumbass.” you confessed to her.
megan didn't respond right away to your confession. her eyes reflected a fondness only lovestruck loser could have as she leaned forward in an attempt to kiss you. except the attempt is your noses booped together awkwardly.
both of you dissolved into drunken giggles immediately after. “nose kiss~” megan crooned proudly against your flushed skin. “was that romantic?”
“that was like, the dumbest thing ever.”
“you loved it.”
“guilty as charged.”
then, megan grinned so hard her boba eyes disappeared. “so… are we girlfriends now, y/n?”
“what do you think, baby~?”
thud.
megan's head smacked directly onto the table. “d-don’t... call me with that pet name, y/n…”
you burst into helpless laughter. “why~ are you shy, love~?”
megan could only groaned sleepily, her eyes are now shut close while her cheek is squished against the polished wood. “don't tease me…”
“you’re actually so annoying,” you chuckled, trying to lift her head back up, but your own exhaustion finally caught up to you. with one last lazy laugh, you eventually slumped sideways that your cheek squished against the polished wood too. “i love you, megan. keep being annoying for me, yeah?”
megan stayed embarrassingly close. “i love… i love you more, and yes! yes... yes... i’ll do anything for you, y/n.”
“that's not what you're supposed to call me.”
“i’ll be so good for you, mommy.”
“i’d assume you would call me a queen… but i guess, bro.”
summary; after one torturous week of missing you, the smitten kim minji finally get to see you again!
cw; fluff!!!!I love fluff, not proofread, schoolpresident!minji, athlete!reader, minji is such a loooseeerrr, AND NOT nonchalant cause she legit cried for like two times?, minji is also dramatic, hanni and haerin mentioned, also yunah and minju from illit mentioned, and idk etc i don't mentioned.
a/n; i need more mutuals juseyo 🫰🫰🫰 i promise i won't bite 👀👀👀
click here for part one!
sleep hasn't come easy for minji, for she has been missing you in the most loser-ish way ever since you left for your swimming competition. the worst part was that minji was so engrossed in talking to you on their first ever sleepover that she forgot to ask for your number.
sure enough, minji didn't have it in her to pull herself together and ask for your number from your younger sister.
now minji was in total misery; she—the impeccable school president—couldn't concentrate on her duties for the past few minutes, and unfortunately for her, you seemed to be stuck in every corner of her mind all the time. even minji herself never would've imagined she would be this lovestruck for you. what kind of spells did you use on minji that she couldn't get you out of her head? but if minji were asked whether she wanted it to stop, no, just no she won't.
“you look totally distraught, pres.”
hanni's voice cut through the silence in the student council office, snapping minji out of her thoughts as she realized hanni was leaning her back against the doorframe with a smug grin that's just so her. wait, when did hanni just arrive?
“hanni, why are you here?”
“why are you here?” hanni repeated the question coming from minji. her smug grin is still there, yet minji couldn't figure out what hanni is trying to do. hanni let out a tiny sigh before pushing herself off the doorframe to roam around the office before looking at minji. “look, your dark circles are getting noticable, minji. you should get some rest instead of staying at school to finish this lame work on the spot. aren't y/n going to be concerned?!”
the second minji heard your name fall on hanni's tongue, her half-lidded eyes somehow came to life clearly. hanni swore she wanted to laugh at how noticeably smitten her friend is to her first love, but she couldn't bear to ruin it… yet. she will save this up for later.
then, minji stood up from her chair immediately, setting her duties aside once again. “y/n…”
hanni’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion seeing how off minji acted. “yeah… y/n- wait why are you looking at me like that?”
silence.
“earth to minji?” hanni probed gently, her voice laced with confusion. a genuine surprise–no, wait, a genuine fear appeared on hanni's face as soon as she noticed how minji tried to hide her trembling lips and the tears pooling in her eyes. minji losing her composure?! “wait- minji, are you crying?!”
“hanni…” minji murmured her friend's name softly and looked down as fast as she wiped her tears with the sleeve blazer so hanni couldn't see her vulnerable state. god, minji is insufferable when she tries to hide her vulnerability. does she forget that hanni has been her friend for seven ye- i mean decades? the longing she has for you must be the reason. i mean, it has to be. “i m-miss her…” minji murmured, her little sobs muffled in her sleeve. “i tried to get some rest, but i just couldn't do it without knowing how she was doing.”
“wait- you haven't asked haerin for her number like i told you to?” hanni asked minji as she stepped closer to her friend with deliberate steps and stopped until the table was the only thing that separated them. seeing the sad school president shake her head like a loser, hanni couldn't help but roll her eyes in an exaggerated way. this is not surprising at all. “god, minji, it has been one week since her departure! does this mean you haven't contacted your girlfriend for a week?!”
minji shook her head again which almost sent hanni spiraling. you know it's really bad when hanni is the one spiraling. “minji, you have to pull yourself together,” hanni probed minji gently and grabbed both sides of her jaw to lift her gaze up to her face. “where is that same dedication you have as a school president? use it for y/n. for your relationship too.”
as someone who likes watching romance dramas, hanni hopes that her useful advice tugged at minji's heart. “you know, pres, loving someone for the first time doesn't need to be scary, but learning how to discover the way it grew into something beautiful.” she flashed minji one comforting smile as she refused to let fear prevent minji from discovering what's stored in her heart for you.
then, minji gently pry hanni's hands off her face and let out a defeated sigh. to unravel her feelings into something more beautiful is to face her fears, isn't it? without a word, minji cleared her throat and adjusted her blazer before packing her things back to her bag. hanni stared at her friend with expectation on her face. if minji says she's going home, hanni swear the school president is getting choked; because haerin wasn't home just yet! the girl was probably staying after school editing a video she was assigned to do.
“hanni,” minji called out, snapping hanni out of her thoughts. “i have a question.” she gripped the straps of her bag, hesitation clear on her body language as she pushed herself to ask her a question. “where is haerin?”
hanni's heart immediately leaped in anticipation. “I WILL SHOW YOU, PRES!!”
as soon as they reached the broadcasting room, haerin stare at the seniors with a suspicion held in her eyes. “what are you two doing here?” she asked flatly, uninterested to talk when they show up at a wrong time—haerin simply doesn't have social battery at that moment.
hanni glanced at minji who was standing like a statue beside her, looking hesitant to open her mouth. wow, is this even the kim minji she knew when she was younger? hanni lightly nudged her shoulder against minji's when she didn't answer haerin's question yet.
“um, i need, uh…” minji trailed off as her eyes roamed around the broadcasting room but haerin's gaze. “i need…” she trailed off again. except this time, hanni gives minji's shoulder a light smack in a way to tell her that she needs to get herself together—receiving a puzzled look from the junior. “sorry, haerin-”
“you came all the way here to ask for my sister's number, didn't you?” haerin cut minji off with a flat voice, her eyebrows knitted together in expectation based on minji's subtle gestures. i mean, this wasn't the usual impeccable school president kim minji.
“yes!” minji immediately nodded her head without hesitation as hanni failed to hold her laugh at minji's reaction. so lovestruck. however, minji disregards hanni at a moment like this because she was distracted trying to get her girlfriend’s number from her younger sister.
“here,” haerin showed your contact number on her phone screen as minji scrabble to get her phone out of her pocket, trying her best to concentrate on each other while typing out the numbers so she wouldn't get it wrong. “she's been waiting for you to text her, by the way.”
“wait, really?” minji blinked two times in surprised and haerin confirmed herself by nodding her head wordlessly. “i’m screwed.”
“apparently.” hanni joked with a teasing grin as minji shot her a glare that made the vietnamese girl raise her hands in defeat.
after the scene unfolded, minji thanked hanni and haerin before heading straight to her place. as part of her usual routine after getting back home, she would start off by taking a warm bath for twenty five minutes, followed by the last step of her routine is applying her skincare products while revising the topic she has learned today. yet you stubbornly stayed in her mind the whole time she did her night routine.
minji, the unblemished school president that was, never in her life, ever seen on edge while facing dire meetings, but found herself unable to do a simple thing as texting her girlfriend now. she was in distress alone in her bedroom, if hanni was here, she would never let minji live that easily.
just text her, kim minji! don't be a freaking coward! minji thought to herself, her fingers nervously tapping the side of her phone in reluctant. “she's waiting for you to text her, coward, just do it,” minji murmured to herself, hoping the words bring her the courage to type a message. “just one message, minji, you can do it…”
minji
hi girlfriend.
can i say that?
wait do you know who is this?
I'm so sorry if i make you feel uncomfortable.
i will stop.
girlfriend (y/n)
noooo minji come back :(
minji <33333
wait, how do you know it's me?
girlfriend (y/n)
I guess it was my ability to recognize my girlfriend :3
i've been waiting for you to text me, baby
minji <33333
I'm sorry i took so long to text you.
haerin told me the exact same thing.
I'm scared. Forgive me, girlfriend.
girlfriend (y/n)
cute :/
i forgave you oki
can you tell me why you're scared?
minji <33333
it's my first time being in a relationship.
so i feel… nervous? because this is something i haven't done with anyone.
i haven't let anyone be this close.
girlfriend (y/n)
it's fine, baby :(
we can start things slow… i want you to be comfortable with me, okay?
minji <33333
okay, y/n.
i love you.
by the way, i want to say i miss you terribly.
I couldn't get you out of my head. i need you here with me.
girlfriend (y/n)
awww!!! i miss you too baby :(((
I'll be there with you tomorrow, promise!
minji <33333
how was your competition?
i want to apologize again for taking so long to text you.
girlfriend (y/n)
don't apologize anymore, it's fine baby i swear!!
it was great!
me and my team won the competition ;)told you I'd win for you!
minji <33333
my face is all red.
but congratulations, girlfriend. you've done your best for your competition.
i still miss you. i need you here.
girlfriend (y/n)
you are so needy, baby
minji <33333
was it bad?
when i fall for you, i only need to be close to you.
I don't want you being away from me, girlfriend.
girlfriend (y/n)
no, it wasn't bad at all, baby :((( you're just so sweet to me… i want to kiss your lips so bad
i will return to school tomorrow! are you excited?
minji <33333
im very excited.
i couldn't wait to see you. i don't think i could sleep knowing you will be back tomorrow.
girlfriend (y/n)
you're so cute… but you should sleep, baby! get your well-deserved rest :D
minji <33333
i will try.
i really can't wait to see you tomorrow.
i love you, girlfriend.
girlfriend (y/n)
I LOVE YOU TEN TIMES HARDERRR
minji <33333
i love you a hundred times harder.
girlfriend (y/n)
UGH FINEEE PRES
goodnight minji :3
minji <33333
goodnight y/n.
despite your reminder, minji still couldn't go to sleep. she can predict that you will scold her if you know about this. as someone who usually goes to bed early, it was quite unlike minji to have a hard time falling asleep just because she couldn't wait to see you tomorrow—so she kept re-reading their texts like the way she studies math textbook.
in doing so, minji unfortunately woke up late for school tomorrow. getting scolded in the morning by her mom is already a bad start. as though things couldn't get any worse, she couldn't find the face she terribly missed for one week all around the school. as a result, minji wore the grumpiest expression hanni could ever seen over the years.
“what happened this time, pres?” hanni asked as she cautiously approached the grumpy school president. “you really look in distress.”
it took hanni at least seven minutes before minji solved the math equation and looked at hanni. “i woke up late today. i hate myself,” she answered to hanni's question and glanced at the outside of class, hoping to see her girlfriend but her eyes found unfamiliar students instead. she could only sigh and look at hanni again. “i couldn't find my girlfriend too. do you think she's absent today because she's tired, hanni?”
“could be, i also didn't see her around,” hanni muttered while at the same time she glances outside of class if she could see the familiar face of you before turning back to minji. “you should text her, I mean you know, just to ask if she's around.”
then, minji's hand quickly picks up her phone under the table. but instead of texting, she only stared at her phone dejectedly, throwing hanni off guard by the school president's weird behavior. “what's wrong now, minji? just text her.”
“I just…” minji trailed off and placed her phone back under the table. “I don't want to be too needy. what if she gets annoyed at me?”
hanni rolled her eyes, almost skimming past her brain. then, she lunged for her friend's phone before she could react. “you know what? i never thought you could be more annoying than me, min,” she murmured harshly but not too sharp to pierce through her heart. “she won't get annoyed, but i do.”
hanni's sarcastic joke didn't help easing minji's worries. so the vietnamese cleared her throat—thinking of sounding serious—because technically dealing with this minji is more serious than winning mario kart. “fine, try asking her to meet up during recess time.”
then, minji complied without a word as she typed out the message to you. with a curious look, hanni peeked over minji's phone screen and she couldn't help but let out a small giggle when she noticed how plain your contact number sounds like. “you could at least save her contact number as mine or anything sweeter than just ‘girlfriend’ and her name in parentheses.”
“fine, but don't look at my phone again, it's inappropriate,” minji grumbled and secretly changed your contact number to ‘mine’ with a blue heart on the side. “i forgive you this time.”
“the audacity is unbelievable,” hanni crossed her arms over her chest with a quiet huff. “anyway, did y/n reply?”
minji glanced at her phone screen.
minji <33333
love, where are you?
i couldn't see your face all around the school.
mine 💙
im so sorry, baby :(
im currently inside an infirmary room but im okay! i will see you when i feel better! probably after school? 😅
minji abruptly stood up from her chair, making some students in her class turn their heads to the sound of the chair legs scraping on the floor. “i need to go,” she muttered firmly and put her phone in her blazer. “tell yunah to handle the class while I'm out.”
“where are you going? what did y/n say?”
“she's in the infirmary room.”
“huh? infirmary room? why? what happened to her?”
minji cleaned her table instead of explaining to hanni what happened to you right away. yet, hanni obliviously waits for her friend to speak up. but minji only looked at hanni. “i’m leaving.” she muttered firmly, leaving no room for argument as she placed a bun on hanni's table and left the class to head straight toward the infirmary room.
“minji?”
“y/n,” minji called your name softly when her eyes landed on yours. the way your name sounds on her tongue is enough to melt your heart. “love.” she muttered again as she made her way to sit on the chair beside your bed.
“baby, why are you here?”
“no, I'm supposed to ask you that question,” minji shakes her head in concern, her brows knitted together while her hands slowly take yours in hers like it could keep her composure steady. “why are you here, love?”
the corner of your lips lifted into a soft smile as your eyes linger over her fingers brushing your knuckles. “i fainted while I'm on my way to my class-” you were interrupted by minji's low gasp and her sudden tight grip around your hands. “I'm okay, baby. the nurse said it was probably because my body needed a lot of rest.” you explained to your girlfriend while offering a comforting smile.
however, minji couldn't stop worrying for you. her grips never faltered around your hands as she raised your hands near to her lips. “did this happen because you went to the school to meet me?” she asked in a dejected tone. “i should've… i should've told you to rest at home but i-” she sniffles, her shoulders beginning to tremble while tears uncomfortably welled up in her eyes. “i was too selfish because i need you here with me!”
your lips parted in surprise as you couldn't hide your genuine shock. minji? crying? how could the stoic school president turn into a crying mess in front of you just because she thought she was being selfish for needing you even though your body needs to rest? watching her nestling against your hands as if to seek refuge, you used up your energy to pull her close and draped your arms around her frame, gradually relaxing her tensed shoulders when she rested her head against the side of your neck. “please don't cry, baby. this isn't your fault.”
minji shook her head slightly, refusing to listen to you as her heart stubbornly feeling guilty for what she has done to you even though you had said it wasn't her fault. “i just couldn't bear seeing you in pain, love,” she murmured, her voice muffled against your neck. “it troubled me because i couldn't take the pain away from you.”
who would have thought minji had such a soft heart hidden beneath her stoic face? you thought to yourself as you pulled away slightly to glance at her glassy eyes. “hey, look at me, baby,” you gently persuade your girlfriend to look at you, and she did it without a protest. “it isn’t your fault, okay? you’re just excited to see me, and I feel the same way about you. but sometimes, things can happen when we least expect them to,” you did all you could to reassure minji, gently wiping the fallen tears under her eyes using your thumbs of your both hands. “don't blame yourself anymore, yeah? I'm okay now, my body just need to rest. I don't have to attend to my class for the whole day.”
minji sniffles, feeling touched at how gentle you are with her. is this what people experience when they are in love? to feel this overbearing feeling of affection? minji never wanted to feel it with anyone but you. “can i stay by your side for the whole day?”
your brows shot up. “so you’re gonna skip classes?”
minji nodded her head without hesitation. “just for one day,” she stands up from her chair and moves forward to shut the curtain around your bed. then, she turns to look at you with persistence in her eyes. she is serious. “i want to be by your side.”
“but you're the school president, baby, you can't just discard your duty just because of me,” you gently protest her idea. well, you don't want your beloved minji to abandon her duty that easily. it would get her into trouble. “you can come back to me after school, how about that?”
minji stubbornly shook her head, her lips creating a little pout. “minju can handle my duty while I'm here with you,” she insisted softly, wishing for you to let her be by your side. “I trust her, so please, love…” she trailed off and reached back to your side, her puppy-like eyes staring into your eyes persuasively, making you hesitate to even resist her. “let me take care of my girlfriend.”
“minji…” you let out a fond laugh, finding minji’s commitment to you amusing. “fine, but don't blame me if you get scolded.”
“yes, it's my choice, and i know the consequence of my action, baby, i won't blame you.” minji moved her lips to give soft pecks on your fingers. “you’re all i want to focus on at this time. nothing else matters.” she smiles at you before getting on the bed, her feet kicking her shoes off and while her left hand gives her way to slip under the blanket before settling herself in your arms by guiding your arms to drape around her.
“you’re so cute, baby.”
minji fixed her gaze on your face. if you squint hard enough, you could see the clear adoration in her eyes. “call me that again, please?”
“yeah? baby?”
minji's cheeks immediately flushed red like a tomato as she inched herself closer to you until her chest pressed against yours. if only minji could, she'd like to be your ribs just to hold your heart the way she envies your ribs does. “a-again, please?”
you breathed out an amusing chuckle and leaned into her ear. “yes, baby~”
minji could explode—if possible, but that was too comical—from the amount of love she has for you. call her dramatic, because she was absolutely a total lovestruck for you. this led to minji closing her eyes, because staring into your eyes would make her combust, and hiding her red face in your chest. “i love you so much, y/n.” she confessed, her voice muffled against your chest.
“i love you much more, baby.”
“y-you’re making me all shy.”
as the hours passed, hanni headed off to the infirmary room right after the last period and found minji was still sleeping with her arms wrapped around your frame like you could disappear right in her sleep. an amused smile appeared on her face after seeing the sight of the lovebirds. “both of you make me feel nauseous.”
that sounds so fucking scary???? i’m pissig😭😭 i would legit just grab my shit and WALK OUT OF THE DORM like no way am i staying there after hearing that😭 what if that jinn is still around somewhere?? i’m calling my mum bye
we couldn't leave the dorm bro 🤗💔 idt the jinns will bother us i mean our male lecturers had recite holy quran verses so there must be 'walls' but wtvr... so rn im in my blanket, waiting for sleep to come although ik it might take time cause i already fell asleep in the evening so now im trying to distract myself with writing minji fic 🤤 class starts at 11am tomorrow YAYAYAY
the hell you mean someone got possessed what jinn was that gen😭 bye that sounds scary and funny at the same time
fetus what the FUCK is this picture??? also yeah i wish i was lying but unfortunately no i was literally sleeping while listening to my king whatsaheart 🫰🫰 when suddenly my roommate woke me up and told me to wear my hijab and cover my skin cause our male lecturers are going to be in the girls dorm. (maybe just in case they want to check on us). then not awhile later we heard they recite holy quran verses very loud like they legit creeped tf outta me
PAPAPAPA HELLO I GRADUATED TODAY HEH🥹 how r u doing, it's been a while
already?! holy fuck i feel so fucking old 💔 but congratulations fetus! papa is always proud of you 🫰🫰🤗🤗🤗 also I think I'm doing well?? still in college and busy with assignments 😒😒 also someone got possessed in one of the dorms earlier. but I think it's all settled now. lord they ruined my night cause now i CAN'T sleep for fuck sake.
behind bars 💔💔💔💔💔 not really though Lollz i'm actually busy with my assignments atm. i can't even relax bro. the reason i come back here is to check on my page. god, the fics in my drafts are so DUSTYYY 😂💔🙏😭😭🙏🙏🙏
OMG hi my daughter!! i'm not in the right mind atm but i can manage myself hah (joke i hate assignments so much 🤬🤬🤬) and ofc i remember you like LIKEEE how come i would forget my own daughter??? also how are you? 🤗
