🎙️author’s note: aight idk why im updating now but i had a stroke of inspiration and decided this is where the story will be headed. i have a project due tomorrow so lowk imma kms 🥹
# kazuha | helloworld_ just an idol trying to cope with the unnecessary stress of business school. luckily, her cute seatmate agrees to tutor her. unfortunately, that cute seatmate is also her most famous fansite.
# chaewon | kimach1 lesserafim’s leader who doesn’t believe in true love (except for kim minju). also has to deal with everyone’s bullshit. probably goes to anger management therapy.
# eunchae | d1ragebaiter true to her name. favourite person to ragebait is yunjin, no particular reason why. second place goes to chaewon. also going to school while being an idol.
# sakura | gojosleftnut matching usernames and profile pictures with yunjin. don’t ask about it. only checks her phone for overwatch patch updates. enjoys watching kazuha suffer in business school.
# yunjin | gojosrightnut somehow convinced sakura to match usernames after watching jjk. also enjoys watching kazuha suffer. her ability to not pick up on social cues is astounding.
your best friend is always there for you (even if she doesn’t admit it).
TAGS — fluff, zero angst, non-idol au, high school au, kinda tsundere!jiyoon, stuco!reader, best friends, izna members are all in a dance team, grumpy x sunshine (a little!)
WORDCOUNT — 5.1k
you like simplicity. normalcy. in a world where society is constantly changing, and you’re unable to predict what’s going to happen next, you find solace in a routine. if everything goes wrong in your life, at least you have that bit of hope it will return to normal. you follow a strict schedule; wake up, eat breakfast at exactly seven in the morning, go to school, reach home by five and go to bed by ten.
jiyoon’s well aware of this. she knows of your strange but understandable regime. your best friend fits into it seamlessly. she fetches you from your house (despite the fact she lives twenty metres away), and walks you home.
if you have student council meetings after school, she waits patiently outside, sometimes even joining the discussions. the dynamics of your friendship have changed throughout your life. it doesn’t remain as it is. jiyoon, from a brooding teenager, finally opens up and willingly interacts with your friends. you, from an extroverted middle schooler, finally learn to calm down and enjoy silence with jiyoon.
yet, the one thing that remains throughout the years without change is the chocolate milk in jiyoon’s hand.
she first bought it when you were twelve and she was thirteen. you were struggling with the new topics and lessons introduced in class and you had lost countless nights of sleep just trying to catch up. jiyoon had taken it upon herself to ensure you at least had something to fuel your energy. after hanging out at your house, the girl observed the cartons of chocolate milk stored in your cabinets. it was only sooner or later that jiyoon placed a box of chocolate milk on your desk.
(“for you,” a heavy blush painting her cheeks as she places the mystery item on your table gently.
you gasp, “jiyoonie! how’d you know i liked chocolate milk?”
jiyoon had merely shrugged, “just a guess.”)
it’s a form of affection that jiyoon rarely dishes out. you appreciate it nonetheless despite her frown in the morning and the nonchalant words she says.
she’s been your best friend for years. your rock. your saviour. if you were drowning, she would be the one who would pull your head out of water. sometimes you’re unsure if you even give back the same comfort to her, but jiyoon just brushes it off, saying she relishes the time spent together.
despite her quiet nature, jiyoon had a way with words. at your lowest, she always knew how to cheer you up. she’s like your personal cheerleader, you chuckle at the thought. somehow, jiyoon managed to be privy to all your innermost feelings without even asking you. sometimes, jiyoon would just sit next to you in solace. other times, she would bring you to go eat without a question.
yet, when you do profess your appreciation for your best friend, jiyoon just tenses up. it’s kind of funny watching her flounder around to deny the fact that she cares for you. at least, it’s a fact that you both are aware of. it’s more so that jiyoon can’t accept it.
(“unnie, i’m starting to think you like me with all the chocolate milk you buy.”
“wha— y/n! it’s just because i have extra change!”)
it’s comical, the way jiyoon’s eyes widen and she just starts gaping at you. but that’s only in front of other people. when it’s just you and her, she carries a heavy blush, flushing from her neck to her ears. it’s adorable.
“what are you looking at?” her gruff voice sounds out in your ears. you hide an amused smile at her frown.
“i have eyes for a reason, y’know. can i no longer look?”
jiyoon’s lips fall into a thin line. she’s in the midst of revising, with the year-end exams coming up, she needed all the time in the world. you were the one who suggested studying, but it seemed you were doing everything but that.
your eyes trail from her face to her upper chest, where her unbuttoned collar exposes a shiny, silvery necklace with a dainty bear charm. it reminded you of jiyoon, who was like a polar bear. despite her cold and expressionless aura, the girl was actually very warm (and she gave great hugs but jiyoon would always deny it). you remember the day you had presented the velvety box to jiyoon, professing your forever adoration and devotion to the girl, who had only huffed and scolded you for making a scene.
it rejuvenates you that jiyoon’s wearing it and the feeling totally makes up for the empty wallet you carried around that month.
“stop staring down my shirt, you perv.”
“wha— i’m not a perv!” you defend yourself passionately, “i was just looking at your necklace, it’s nice that you wear it.”
jiyoon’s pen falls down, a solemn look on her face.
“i never take it off.”
you can feel the way warmth blooms in your chest, like the first arrival of spring.
“really?” you whisper softly.
your best friend shrugs, indifferent, “i can’t reach the clasp behind. it’s hard to take off. don’t look at me like that.”
it’s really not difficult to remove. you would know. you’ve seen jiyoon take it off by herself countless times before. but the fact that she’s acting like she doesn’t have a choice, only makes her more endearing.
“what if i want it back?” you ask jokingly.
jiyoon sends you a withering glare, her eyes narrowing into slits as her hand rests right above the necklace, covering it, “it’s mine.”
“but i gave it to you. i bought it.”
“exactly, you gave it to me.”
“you like it so much that you don’t want to give it back?” you tease, “i knew you loved me.”
she only stares at you incredulously before scoffing loudly, “in your dreams.”
“you’re like a cat,” you say suddenly. jiyoon only frowns.
“both cold and brooding, but you’re just a fluffy ball of cuteness aren’t you?” you continue.
jiyoon swats your hand away from her hair.
“and this necklace… it’s like a collar?” you laugh, “does that mean you’re mine?”
“what— are you crazy?” no, the flush on her cheeks is crazy. you prod at her cheeks with your finger, admiring the way the red blooms throughout. “don’t be weird!”
you pout, “you’re making it weird.”
she only rolls her eyes.
you smile, using your bare foot to slowly caress her leg. jiyoon shoots up immediately, banging her knee into the underside of the table. a scowl rests on her face as you laugh heartily at her shocked expression.
“you’re so annoying!”
“ah… don’t be like that, unnie!” you whine, pulling at her sleeve while she shrieks for you to get away.
it’s a common sight to see you two like this— bickering and fighting. but anyone with eyes could see that behind every snarky remark, there’s an underlying tension. you’re not sure what to call it, but you feel it sometimes; like when you walk home with jiyoon and the sunlight hits her face, bringing all her features to life. maybe it was pure adoration for your best friend. you feel it too with every chocolate milk she buys. it makes you feel all warm despite the milk being cold.
it’s a little strange. but it’s jiyoon, so everything’s fine.
you don’t usually get like this. you understand that jiyoon’s older and she’s in the grade above you, but the age gap doesn’t seem to matter so much after being friends for so many years. yet, you don’t understand the feeling brewing in your stomach as you watch jiyoon talk to her friends during dance practice. you know that jiyoon’s a phenomenal singer and dancer, and her only reason for not exploring her talent in singing was because ‘theatre kids are weird’. however, you’re not sure you like how many pretty girls there are that jiyoon converses with.
and not to mention the number of guys who crowded the dance room just to look at the girls. it’s extremely weird how they’re all salivating over exposed shoulders, but you kind of understand why people would want to stare at these girls. they’re all gorgeous. still, it doesn’t give them a reason to come here and look! you huff angrily from your spot on the floor. jiyoon had forced you to come watch, because apparently they needed an outsider’s opinion.
you were probably the best option and the only one who wouldn’t pass out at a wink from the girls.
backed up against the mirror, you hold up jiyoon’s phone to record. you watch as they execute their choreography, and it’s a practised routine when they finish, and you give your own compliments.
most of the time, they’re unconstructive and it’s mainly to cheer the girls up. but you think jiyoon appreciates them nonetheless.
when they do finally finish (after rounds of gruelling practice that even you wince at), jiyoon drags you out of the practice room and pushes her bag into your hands. as she heads towards the washroom to change, you bid the rest of the girls goodbye. your best friend had promised to bring you out for ice cream after her practice, as an exchange for having you stay back. you hope she doesn’t realise that you would stay back regardless.
while jiyoon’s in the washroom, you take a good look at everyone else around. you recognise some guys from the basketball team, but the others are just a blurry haze of memory.
a particular comment catches your attention.
“—don’t you think jiyoon looks prettier than usual?” you agree, but you also disagree because jiyoon is always the prettiest.
“yeah? you think you can pull her?” this coerces a frown on your face. you glance at the guys talking. who the hell are they?
“i mean, c’mon, if i were in that practice room, i would—”
“bro,” the other guy smacks his shoulder, “i’m pretty sure you’re not her type.”
you kind of recognise him as some kid on the football team.
“i’m not just brains okay,” you would disagree, you’re sure you’ve seen his name at the bottom of the rank list, “this body is to die for too.”
you, personally, would like him to die.
honestly, thank god that at that moment, jiyoon comes out, in fresh new clothes.
“jiyoon unnie!” you yell loudly. the two guys flinch before turning around slowly to meet your eyes.
your best friend only raises an eyebrow and takes her bag back. you use the opportunity to sling your arm through hers, effectively interlocking your fingers together.
“unnie…” you drag out, “i was waiting long for you.”
no you weren’t, it’s a lie. jiyoon smiles softly, one that’s only reserved for you.
“ah really? sorry y/nnie.” it’s times like this that you’re grateful for jiyoon. behind her cold exterior is just your best friend. but if you ever brought this up to anyone else, you would be strangled. the two boys stare at you strangely, probably wondering who the hell were you.
you cling onto jiyoon tighter.
“are you paying for me?” you ask, beaming at the girl. jiyoon looks a little confused and rightfully so. you’re clingy, but not this affectionate. and the whiny tone laced into your voice isn’t normal either.
jiyoon nods hesitantly before murmuring, “are you okay?”
you eye the two boys who are still standing nearby.
“yup, just excited for our date!” you exclaim. one of them lets out a surprised gasp and the other groans, disgruntled. you tune out whatever they say next in favour of staring at jiyoon. the girl only shakes her head fondly before tugging at your arm.
maybe it was irrational for you to act this way. jiyoon was your best friend, she wasn’t your daughter or anything. you didn’t have the right to feel like this. but you were just looking out for her, right? you wanted the best for jiyoon. and the best was clearly not those kids. they were barely worthy of being in her vicinity.
“okay silly,” jiyoon flicks your forehead with her free hand. you groan, covering the reddening mark.
the two guys had scurried away by now. you smirked internally, proud that your tactic had worked. hand-in-hand, you follow jiyoon out of the school. her longer legs make it harder for you to catch up, but unbeknownst to you, her
“did you like the routine today?” jiyoon asks. you nod fervently, “it was really cool! did koko unnie choreograph it?”
jiyoon turns to you, affronted before she mumbles out, “i did…”
“ah really?! that’s amazing,” you hype her up immediately, not liking the way an upset jiyoon looks. the girl somewhat schools herself into a calmer expression, “yeah, we’re performing it for the festival.”
“what!” you yell, surprise evident. jiyoon winces at your loudness.
“you didn’t tell me that!” you started raining punches on jiyoon, who only winces and dodges your hands.
“why are you hitting me?!”
you groan loudly, allowing your head to fall against jiyoon’s shoulder in despair. “i’m on the festival committee!”
“so?”
“i can’t watch your performance! i’ll be running around everywhere,” you whine. jiyoon frowns, but she just pats your head, “it’s okay, y/n.”
no, it’s not okay! you want to retort. the routine that jiyoon worked so hard on— you wouldn’t be able to watch it fully! and everyone else would! including those two boys who clearly only liked jiyoon for her looks. you do think jiyoon’s the most gorgeous girl alive, especially the way her eyes crinkle. it’s rare, but that’s what makes it better. a rarity for most, but common for you. the mere thought of not being able to watch jiyoon’s choreography saddens you immensely.
seeing your downcasted eyes makes jiyoon procure an item from the pocket of her sweatpants. she hands it to you, wrapping your fingers around it gingerly.
you look up at her, a smile involuntarily making its way onto your face at the sight of the small packet of chocolate milk.
jiyoon smiles softly, “it’s okay if you can’t make it. i’m disappointed but i understand. don’t look so sad.”
her words of comfort only bring you more melancholy, knowing she wanted you to watch her performance. you’ve never regretted joining the student council more than right now. gently sipping on the chocolate milk, you relish in its sweetness.
“let’s go get ice cream now.”
the forlorn expression on your face slowly disappears as jiyoon drags you towards the ice cream parlour. distracted by her surprising conversation, you forget all about your sadness. she just has that effect on you; the ability to make you happy and content. even with simple words, she brightens up your day. usually, people would compare you and jiyoon to the sun and clouds. extroverted and bright, you were assumed to be the chatterbox, constantly talking jiyoon’s ears off. your best friend was like a raincloud, sometimes gloomy, sometimes indifferent, but as cheesy as it sounds, the presence of rain indicates the presence of a rainbow.
jiyoon was like a rainbow. multi-faced and blinding.
and so was her choice of ice cream. you watch, amused, as jiyoon holds a cone, wobbling with scoops of napoleon ice cream. her tongue darts out to stabilise the shaking tower. you lick your own chocolate ice cream.
“it’s good,” you mumble as jiyoon holds your hand.
“weather’s becoming hotter,” she remarks, “probably why it tastes so good.”
you nod at that.
“how’d you know the weather’s getting hotter? you learned that in geography?”
“common sense, y/n,” jiyoon deadpanned. you chuckle and dig into your dessert.
“did you hear about seoyeon getting a girlfriend? i knew she liked girls from the start!” you exclaim, mouth full of ice cream.
“yeah, look at her. she’s obviously into girls. who is she dating?”
“this girl from basketball. anyway, there’s a new girl who joined choir and everyone says she’s really pretty.”
jiyoon looks up from her ice cream, “is she pretty?”
you turn to jiyoon, pout on your face, “why would you want to know?!”
she flinches, and then grimaces awkwardly, “curiosity’s sake?”
“since when were you curious about pretty girls?” you retort. jiyoon only shrugs. it’s true though. throughout your friendship with the older girl, she hasn’t shown much interest in gossip or drama, only offering snide remarks and nods when you told her about the current rumours circulating the school. the thought of her showing interest in other girls forms an involuntary pout on your face. and okay, maybe you started it by stating that the new girl was pretty, but jiyoon has never asked for an elaboration before!
frowning at your ice cream cone, you let the silence drag on. has jiyoon shown any interest in any other girls? wasn’t she always hanging out with you? was it because she always hung out with you that she couldn’t hang out with anyone else? you wonder if she wants to spend time with other people. taking a final lick of your ice cream, you reach your doorstep. your hand falls slack in hers, and jiyoon waves goodbye.
it was a routine for her to always walk you home first, even if she had to walk back to her house again. she claimed that something might happen to you and she didn’t want to be blamed for it. you think it’s because she wants to spend extra time with you, but you don’t mind it either.
“bye, y/n, see you tomorrow.”
you nod, not bothering to hug jiyoon goodbye like usual. your best friend stares at you awkwardly before clearing her throat and turning away.
“see you tomorrow, unnie.”
the smile she sends you only heats your cheeks up.
and when you lay in bed that night, it doesn’t come as a striking realisation, only an uncertain acceptance, that you feel more affection for jiyoon than a best friend should.
it’s been two weeks since your ice cream outing (date!) with jiyoon, and you haven’t really seen her around. for someone who claims to be your best friend, she wasn’t really doing her job— other than the consistent chocolate milk that’s always on your desk. but that’s part of your routine! it’s undeniably embedded in your life and if it changes, you wouldn’t know what to do. there’s always a small note left under the packet as well, either words of encouragement for the day or jiyoon reminding you to text her later.
she doesn’t reply as quickly as before but that’s okay. you’re happy to just be able to talk to her, even if that meant through a screen.
y/nnie 🐣 [2.15pm]:
thx for the chocolate milk~~
i’m in a stuco meeting!
so boring :p
jiyoonie 🐻❄️ [2.16pm]:
no problem.
we’re on break right now
y/nnie 🐣 [2.16pm]:
wna go get ice cream later?
jiyoonie 🐻❄️ [2.17pm]:
sorry, we have practice until 5
mai’s running our practice like the military
tomorrow’s the festival
y/nnie 🐣 [2.18pm]:
aww okay
jiyoonie 🐻❄️ [2.19pm]:
we’re starting again
you should focus on your meeting
y/nnie 🐣 [2.20pm]:
talking 2 u is more fun :((
i miss u unnie
jiyoonie 🐻❄️ is typing…
before you could see jiyoon’s reply, your phone was taken out of your hands. you gasp, immediately turning back to realise the student council president, kim minji was staring at your phone.
“why are you texting during our meeting?” she asks, pointing at your phone. you can only push out your bottom lip, begging with your eyes for minji to return what’s rightfully yours.
“i’ll pay attention! just give it back,” you reply. minji shakes her head and pockets your phone with a smile, “you can get it back after this.”
furrowing your eyebrows, you’re forced to listen to the boring presentation by the treasurer about the finances for the school’s festival. truthfully speaking, you had fallen asleep midway, and only woke up as the meeting was ending.
“good job everyone,” minji claps, “let’s hope tomorrow’s festival runs smoothly.” she fishes out your phone and places it in front of you.
as everyone leaves, you get ready to stand up as well, but minji holds a firm grip on your shoulder.
“minji,” you warn. she may be your president, but you don’t mind tackling her for your phone. and you don’t even know if jiyoon responded yet.
the girl sighs, “i know you’re in love or whatever, but you should really adhere to council meeting rules. no texting, remember?”
your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. in love?
minji adds, “are you in a honeymoon period right now? dating jiyoon must be nice, huh?”
“dating?” you repeat, dumbfounded. minji stares at you weirdly.
“did i say something wrong?”
you state very slowly, “i am not dating jiyoon.”
the president blinks. and then her lips morph into a frown. a confused look on her face, equally as aghast as you are.
“uhm.”
“she’s my best friend,” you say again. minji nods dumbly. her hold on you loosens as her ears redden in embarrassment.
“you’re not dating jiyoon?” she asks once more. you nod hastily, “we’re not dating, just very good best friends.”
minji nods slowly. you take this opportunity to grab your phone, an unread message from jiyoon.
“okay. see you tomorrow.”
you leave the meeting room, heart pounding. why would minji even think that you and jiyoon were dating? did anyone else think that way? it wasn’t as if you were! you were just close friends who enjoyed each other’s company. jiyoon is a good listener who cares deeply for you. of course you would want to talk to her and be with her. just not in a romantic way. you sigh deeply, unlocking your phone.
jiyoonie 🐻❄️ [2.21pm]:
i miss you too.
you might have to cancel that last thought.
the festival lights are super pretty, you think. jiyoon would look even prettier standing under them. they would illuminate her bright eyes and silly smile— no! you slap your own cheeks. you can’t be thinking about your best friend now. you had a job to do! groaning at the clipboard in your hand, you head towards the food stalls, manned by the enterprise club. after conversing with some of the members, you reported back to minji, saying everyone was fine and everything was going well.
you had been ticked off that the festival was happening in the evening, causing your routine to go slightly askew, but that was okay! it was only for a day anyway.
strolling around the festival was fun. you were impressed with the tents set up and the decor around the place. thank god you weren’t part of that sector, knowing it would be a pain to remove everything again. the student council really outdid themselves with this one. you walked around, pride simmering at the way students would gasp in awe at the set-up.
“y/n!” you swerve around, beaming at the sight of the dance team, all dressed up. their outfits were made of american football jerseys and baggy jeans, some with their shirts cropped and others tied up. you took a long appreciative look at jiyoon’s outfit before grinning at the rest of the girls.
“jiyoon unnie said you wouldn’t be able to watch our performance,” jungeun sighs, “it doesn’t feel right to not have you watching us.”
the girls all nod in agreement. of course, as someone who had been through all their practices and sessions, it feels strange that a lingering presence like yours would be absent.
“i’ll ask someone to record it for me!” you exclaim, in an attempt to cheer jungeun up. despite being the same age, you felt an overwhelming urge to comfort the girl, almost like how jiyoon does for you.
“you better come find us afterwards,” saebi says.
before you could even get another word in, you heard your name being called from afar. after promising to find the girls later, you cheer them all on. as you were about to leave, a warm hand encapsulates your own, pulling you back. you instantly recognise the sensation. an electric bolt trickling into your blood, shocking your nerves and eliciting goosebumps across the field of your skin.
“jiyoon unnie, i like your outfit.”
“thanks, but we have to change back into our uniforms later.” you should take the chance to admire her properly then.
“aw, okay.”
the older girl grimaces.
“y/nnie,” jiyoon frowns. worry builds in you at her unsettled and troubled expression. “when you come to find us afterwards, stay back a little. i want to talk to you.”
you widen your eyes before gulping. jiyoon relinquishes her grip and waves goodbye, just as you form a fist to cheer her on.
what could jiyoon possibly want to talk to you about? it was scary having her talk all serious, instead of the teasing girl you’ve grown to adore. did you do something wrong? maybe jiyoon was upset about the lack of attention from you these past weeks. ugh, but her tone boggled you the most.
“hey, snap out of it,” you blink at the fingers snapping in your face. what a rude gesture! rolling your eyes at the boy who had called you over, myung jaehyun, you elbow him in the ribs. he only scoffs and pushes you back.
“aren’t you meant to be a gentleman? why are you pushing girls?” you sneer at him. the boy had called you over for the stupidest reason, stating that he was bored walking around. as a student council member, technically you had to listen to the vice-president. but c’mon, even minji would laugh.
jaehyun snickers, “are you mad ‘cause i brought you away from your girlfriend?”
you frown, thinking about jiyoon performing. you don’t even bother to deny that jiyoon’s your girlfriend. no one even takes your words seriously. there’s a crowd of students already gathering near the stage. on the schedule, it stated that the dance team would be performing soon. your shoulders turn slack at your lost opportunity to watch jiyoon dance.
“man, shut up.”
the boy quietens down at your stern tone, before offering, “i can take over you if you wanted. and you can go watch her.”
you perk up instantly, “really?”
“yeah, but you owe me lunch.”
“deal, seriously.”
jaehyun chuckles, “anything for love right? call me cupid.”
you scrunch your nose in disgust before waving him off and heading towards the already crowded audience. the stage was fairly centred with a second platform protruding from its middle. you look around, searching for any kind of a vantage point.
there’s a secluded corner near the back, but a bunch of boxes and crates are propped up there. approaching the area, it gives you a relatively clear view of the stage. you would be able to see the girls from here. excitement brewing as the music heightens, you think of all the hard work jiyoon has put in. you’ve watched her practise endlessly, critiquing every detail of her moves. it all comes down to this performance.
the house music softens, and the chatter amongst the crowd dies down. suddenly, unexpectedly and forcefully, the music blasts through the speakers as the girls walk onto stage. there’s an uproar of cheers from the audience, including yourself. you yell jiyoon’s name as if she were a deity, and you were on your deathbed.
grinning brightly, you’re awestruck by the fluidity and smoothness of their moves. your mouth, agape for the whole performance, is unable to close by itself. the girls belonged on the stage, rightfully so. and even though you had heard this song and witnessed this dance countless amounts of times, it still refreshes you like the first.
“mai, you’re so pretty!”
“ryu sarang!”
“yoon jiyoon, i love you!” you scream, using your hands as a makeshift megaphone as jiyoon approaches the centre. her head snaps up, and a wide smile overtakes her.
as the crowd continues to shout, you’re unable to take your eyes off jiyoon. there was something magnetic about her. like two sides of a magnet pulling you towards her. she was almost like the centre of gravity (she’s the centre of your world).
the song reaches its last chorus and jeemin reclaims the stage. there’s an upheaval of yells and shrieks once more. as it arrives at the end, you bring your hands to applaud loudly. the girls stand at the centre, spotlight emphasising on them and heaving breathily.
the girls soon leave the stage and the crowd is left anticipating for the next performance. you don’t, however, and instead head towards the back of the stage. the girls are already there, changed back into their uniforms.
“y/n—” saebi is the first to spot you.
“you guys did great out there!” you engulf the group of girls into an embrace, as best as you could.
“i thought you couldn’t watch?!” sarang asks.
you shrug, “someone could cover for me, so of course i had to come watch you guys.”
“i heard you yell jiyoon’s name,” jeemin smiles.
“gotta support my best friend,” you bump jiyoon’s hip and she only groans miserably. as they start to leave, you grasp onto the short sleeve of jiyoon’s shirt, “didn’t you want to talk?”
jiyoon shakes her head and whispers lowly, “not here.”
you follow her out and into an empty tent, the tables and chairs cleared of any belongings. she has the same uncomfortable expression on her face, the one that makes your heart shrivel up. you deafen out the loud music and cheers outside, choosing to focus on the girl in front of you.
“what’s up? is something wrong?” is your first immediate question.
jiyoon sighs, pink overtaking her cheeks. you resist the urge to squeal at the adorable sight.
“no, nothing’s wrong, but…”
she takes a seat. you do the same and capture her hands in yours, providing comfort.
“you can tell me anything,” you insist. jiyoon turns away, her lips pursing.
“i know, but it’s just difficult to say,” she mumbles, “you’re usually the one who speaks for both of us.”
“but it’s just us now. you can say whatever you want.”
your best friend only turns redder.
“that’s the problem,” she whispers.
you stare at her, bewildered, “what do you mean?”
“you’re my best friend,” jiyoon states, “i don’t want to mess anything up.”
your brain has an inkling of what jiyoon is trying to convey. endorphins rush through your veins as a small smile creeps its way onto your face. you can’t help the happiness blooming in your chest.
“you won’t mess anything up, i promise.”
jiyoon bites her lower lip before saying, “you’re so silly at times. you and your routine. when we first met, i thought you were crazy. but somehow, it seems like i’ve become part of your routine.”
“you have,” you agree.
“and it makes me feel happy,” jiyoon confesses, “because i like spending time with you.”
“i like spending time with you too.”
“even if i’m quiet and moody sometimes. i just get in my head, but you understand me. that’s why i’m comfortable with you. and when we got closer, i thought i was dragging you down—”
you immediately protest, “no, you weren’t.”
the older girl grumbles, “don’t interrupt me.”
shrugging, you let go of jiyoon’s hands to play with the hem of her skirt. she only swats your hands away to intertwine your fingers gently.
“and i think you should just know that because of your kindness and personality…” she trails off before gulping, “i like you.”
you’ve never seen your best friend so sheepish and bashful. so shy. she may be unapproachable at times, but she’s never been this nervous and insecure. the jiyoon you know is bold and courageous. but you feel like you like this version of her more. vulnerable and open.
“you’re so cute,” you blurt out. jiyoon furrows her eyebrows and her lips form a pout.
an idea comes to your mind. carefully untangling your hands, you reach your blazer, meticulously unpinning the plastic name tag there. then, you slowly open jiyoon’s palm, placing your name tag there.
“don’t you understand, jiyoon unnie?” you ask, teasingly at her shocked expression. she swallows, and then nods.
“what does it mean then?” you giggle.
jiyoon blushes, from her neck to her ears, “means that you like me too.”
“mhm. i thought i confessed quite loudly just now though,” referring to your yell during her performance. jiyoon chuckles before nodding, “guess you beat me to it. but can i just hear it again?”
you grin, leaning into jiyoon’s space, right next to her ear. resisting the urge to blow wind into her sensitive red ears, you instead whisper, “i like you, yoon jiyoon.”
the smile she gives you is blinding.
“i like you more, y/n.” and from her pocket, she brings out a packet of chocolate milk.
you laugh at her absurdity.
“you can’t like me more than i do.”
“i disagree.”
“well, agree to disagree, right?” you prod jiyoon’s cheek.
the girl grins slyly, “anything my girlfriend says.”
hii hs wanted to ask how u edit ur smau banners or wtv its called so well like do u have any tips and what app u use??
hiii so sorry for such a late reply 😭😭 cant rlly claim credit for my banners cause some of them (like yoonchae’s omg) was inspired by someone on tiktok… but honestly u cld js follow some tutorials, canva is a rlly easy site to use imo
OMG JENSCX REVIVAL WE ARE SO BACK!!! THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL is this a sign for me to watch alnst.... also bang jeemin mention thats wife
jenscx revival is a recession indicator… (idek what that means LOL i js see it all over tiktok) AND YES watch alnst!!! i got convinced by my friend and was confused the whole time but hey! its doomed toxic yuri 🥰🥰🥰 since the ending js came out its a good time to watch alnst!! speaking of jeemin, i lowk almost cried when i saw her and youngseo’s dance challenge tgt… like omg my runext girls… UGH MY HEART BREAKS THINKING ABT THEM 💔😭
🎙️author’s note: hey guys… felt a lil motivated to write smth after listening to katseye’s new album (+dirty work!!! stream both) and decided to bless everyone with a double update! thanks for being patient with my break 🤍 hope u enjoyed reading :>
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