For You

I’m seized by desire

[junhyukiscute]

           nothing around us

   can take this

                         away.

hi! welcome to my tumblr. i like to write for fun, whether it be short blurbs that come to mind or lengthy scenarios that are cultivated at one am. 

i used to be solely focused on mcnd, but now i just write for whoever fits the ideas in my head.

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thank you for taking the time to look at my work, and i wish all the best for you.

[junhyukiscute]

(6:27pm) transferring colleges after the first year had everyone around you questioning your choice. why don't you just try another year there? they'd ask often. you'd just shrug and say it wasn't a fit for you. to be frank, the environment was just okay, and perhaps if you really tried, you could connect with other students more, but there was something in your gut telling you that there's way more to life than this small town.

you'd never been so happy to see the acceptance email to NYU, granted you had only placed your bets on that. clicking on the accept decision, you went on the transfer page to connect with other peers. the first person you saw had your jaw drop. wonbin park, also a transfer, and from ulsan. he originally attended virginia tech but wanted to be in a bigger city. before his post could potentially blow up, you glance back at the "posted two minutes ago" and then click on the username to DM him.

(youruser): Hi! I'm (y/n). I'm also a sophomore transfer going to NYU and wanted to ask if you wanted to be friends...?

you cringe at how optimistic you sound, but send it anyways. you're shocked at how not even a few minutes later, you get a response.

parkwonbin: hi, it's nice to meet you. that would be nice... are you attending orientation as well?

that was the start of it.

it's crazy that wonbin becomes an integrated part of your summer. every day goes by with conversations, even if you had to start them first. eventually, he begins melting and you realize he really, really likes to blow up your phone.

parkwonbin: (y/n)

parkwonbin: are you awake?

parkwonbin: i went to a cafe and tried a hojicha like you said

parkwonbin: it's good

parkwonbin: i think it'll taste better

parkwonbin: when i get to try it with you in new york

parkwonbin: yah

parkwonbin: aren't you going to answer me?

---

it's safe to say that you've been flirting back and forth with him. phone calls make you giddy, and facetiming him felt like you were talking to a virtual character because he looked so unreal. he tells you that he's never really dated because he's always attended all boys institutions back in korea, and when he came to the states to study, that's all he did.

"you've never dated before?" you gawk in shock.

"not everything is like those k-dramas you watch," he complains back. "you wouldn't survive a day at the technical school i went to. there's so much studying, i barely had time to hang out with my friends."

"well, if i had you by my side, i'm pretty sure i could manage the workload," you tease. you reel in satisfaction as he gets a bit stunned, looking down.

there's a slight moment of silence before he looks back up at you.

"i think... if we had met back then, things would've been different as well," he says thoughtfully.

"yeah?" you ask curiously, leaning in as well, "how come?"

"i wouldn't have never dated before."

you try to not get your hopes too high up from hearing that, but it makes the rest of your week.

---

the day of orientation arrives sooner than you thought, and you're looking through the crowd of students trying to find the cat-like boy. a gentle tap on your shoulder makes you turn and you blink in shock, looking up. he's slightly taller than you expected, and he looks nervous. his ears are pink as he's stammering.

"hi (y/n)," he says gently. your heart beats faster. even though you've heard him saying your name in various settings through calls, hearing it in real life is way better. you think you could get used to this.

"hey wonbin," you respond back, looking him up and down. "you're even better looking in person," you tease, "i should've dressed better."

he laughs softly and you decide it's your favorite sound now. "you're too kind..." he says bashfully and rubbing the back of his neck, looking down at the ground before looking back at you. "you look great."

you raise your brow, "just great?"

he blinks and shakes his head, "not just- don't tease me," he says almost whining. "we just met for the first time in real life, and you're already making fun of me?"

you laugh and say you're just joking, you'll take it. as the orientation begins, you guys sit together in the room. his shoulders are so broad, you eye shamelessly as he squirms under your gaze. his hands are so nice too...

"you're eyeing me so shamelessly..." he complains under his breath as his ears and neck turn red.

"well, have you seen yourself?" you respond back cheekily. he doesn't dare to look at you, and you note that red looks great on him.

during the orientation walk as everyone's beginning to split into groups, wonbin makes sure to stick with you. you're pleased to say the least, as the taller boy follows you loyally. the whole lecturing and walking go by quickly, and orientation is done for the day.

it can't end like this, you think. i cannot go back to my hotel when wonbin's also at the same place and time as me. as you're battling your thoughts and biting your lip in deep concentration, you blink as his face leans down to you, breaking your train of thought,

"are you even listening to me?" he complains. you stare at him and realize the close proximity. your throat goes dry as you smell the cologne he as on.

lime basil and mandarin from jo malone, you recognize instantly. "no..?" you say, "could you repeat that, please?"

he sighs though it contains no malice. he looks at you again, "i was asking if you'd like to go to that cafe you mentioned. the 12 something one. unless you're doing something after this...?" he gets a bit nervous, you can tell as he's fiddling with his hands.

"i'm not busy at all," you immediately blurt, "are you asking me out?"

wonbin blinks at the sudden response and he stammers, "li-like a date?"

you decide at this point, it's go big or go home. "yeah, unless you don't see me that way, then we can just call it a hangout." you swallow the lump in your throat and hope that you're not too sweaty from the sweltering new york heat. maybe that's the reason why you're blushing, and not because you're trying to shoot your shot with the boy you've been texting for months.

wonbin turns bashful as he huffs a laugh, "you're so straightforward, you know that? is that how people from your small town act?"

"watch it, country boy."

his eyes crinkle in a laugh and his head tilts back at the comment before he looks back down at you, his smile warm. "you're still so mean to me, even in person."

"so? you're avoiding the question." he mumbles something that you couldn't hear. "what'd you say?"

he shakes his head before saying, "i said, is it not obvious enough that i like you?"

you still and your crossed arms fall limp. "huh?" you're dumbfounded.

he steps forward, "(y/n), we've been talking every day since you slid into my dms. i know you were attracted to me too, given there were so many other transfer posts. you could've easily talked to anyone else- there were at least fifty others." you begin getting almost lightheaded as he runs a hand through his long locks. "i've stuck to you this entire orientation. i even came an hour early in hopes of catching you first before someone else could. i've practiced the things i'd say to you for days leading up to this moment," he laughs gently. "i've been so nervous in hopes that i wouldn't disappoint you when we finally meet."

"you... like me?" you can only muster out, pointing to yourself like you need it clearer. he's so out of your league, you think. you've been thinking of that since you slid into his dms with a hope and dream.

wonbin flicks your forehead gently. you say ow and he rolls his eyes. "pabo," he says affectionately. you know that word at least, taking offense. "i said all of that, and you only focused on the first thing?"

"well, you're really out of my league. have you seen the two of us? of course i'm shocked someone like you is saying they like me," you argue back baffled. he furrows his brows in confusion.

"someone like me? not once have i thought i was out of your league," he says. "i thought you were out of my league." he shakes his head, moving on from that like it displeased him to hear that you thought someone like him could be too good for you.

"(y/n), i'll say it clearly so you can get it through your thick head. i've liked you for a while, i thought it was obvious. of course i'd see you in a romantic way, i just didn't want to get my hopes too high up in case you wanted to move slower. i would've waited for as long as it took before you wanted to go on a date with me," he steps even closer, leaning down so that your noses are nearly touching.

"so now that i've made that clear," he mutters with a fond smile, "am i allowed to take the prettiest person i know on a date to the cafe they've been wanting to try since may?"

[junhyukiscute]

(TW: parental fighting, flirty jungwon)

YANG JUNGWON… as one of the most popular boys in school, flirtatious and smart. He’s also the boy next door, who you’ve known since you moved in. He can be a pain in the butt, often picking at how temperamental you may be, while you’re calling him out for messing around too much with girls.

However, when parental fights get too loud at night, you find yourself escaping through your window and climb to his fire escape. A few knocks from you and you see him stirring awake. Once he sees you, pajama clad, he puts on a top and pulls open the window. “Come in,” he motions with his head. You thank him and prepare your place on the floor next to his bed. “You have a long day tomorrow, sleep on the bed.”

“It’s okay, I’m good with sleeping on the floor,” you reply.

“I won’t bite,” Jungwon yawns, “unless you want me to,” he finishes with a teasing smirk and half lidded eyes.

“You disgust me, Yang,” you deadpan. He lets out a raspy chuckle, shaking his head before pulling out the extra pillows from his closet and setting them on the other side of the bed. You sigh and tentatively lay down on the bed as he follows suit, pulling the blankets over the both of you.

Shortly after you fall asleep, Jungwon props himself up on his elbow and admires you. They’re so pretty. He reaches over to turn off the lamp and then kisses the top of your forehead.

“Hope you dream of me, (Y/n).”

[junhyukiscute]

ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS with Jungwon

SUMMARY. you start ignoring jungwon and he doesn’t like it.

it’s a well known fact that jungwon and you didn’t get along. whenever you tried discussing in class, he’d refute your claims with better statements. whenever he was talking to students and staff, you’d call him out on his artificial behavior. however with your grades not being the best, you stopped taking time out of your day fighting with jungwon to better them. eventually and unknowingly, you just stopped acknowledging the boy in general. it went on for a good period until he was standing at your library table.

“(y/n), let’s talk,” jungwon said.

“sorry, kind of busy right now,” you said, tilted your head towards the stack of projects you’ve been procrastinating on while trying to beat your high score on subway surfers.

“too busy to spare a few minutes for me?” he scoffs. “you’re not even doing real work.”

you place your phone down and raise a brow at him. “what’s your problem?”

“my problem?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “what’s your problem, (l/n)? you suddenly stop with your remarks, and start ignoring me altogether. it’s like I never even existed to you and no matter what I've tried doing, I get no response. did I do something to make you mad? tell me, because I can’t stand this,” he angrily replies.

you blinked, taken aback by the rapid fire. “you came.. to talk about me not talking.. to you?”

“oh good, your brain still works.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t treat others the same way you do with me,” you shake your head, “that president persona doesn’t really sui-”

“it’s because you’re not like the others, (y/n)!” he snaps, “how can I when they’re not the one I like?!”

“wait, you li-”

“yes, I like you, (y/n). I like you so much that i wanted to do anything to get you to continue talking to me, even if it meant having to start a fight. I like you so much to the point that even a crude comment from you would make my day and it felt like hell when you started ignoring me. I don’t know why I still like you so much when you don’t give me the time of day anymore!”

you watched as he regained his breath, huffing out of anger and his tears glossed over with frustration. tired from his outburst, he pulled out the chair and sat across from you and leaned his head back. “I can’t do this anymore. just.. tell me what I did wrong, please, (y/n). don’t make me a stranger.”

you pursed your lips in thought. was it really that bad? tentatively, you place your hand on top of jungwon’s. “I'm sorry, jungwon. I just wanted to get my grades up before I focus on anything else. i didn’t realize that it would take so long, nor would it result in ignoring you, which I had no intention of.”

“I could’ve helped you,” he mumbles.

“not with that mean attitude you’d give me,” you tease. he lets out a broken chuckle before looking at your hand on top of his clutched ones.

“I'm sorry, too. I shouldn’t have taken this approach, I should’ve been nicer to you.”

“hey, it’s all good. at least now I know that the famous president doesn’t actually hate me. he actually seems to like me a lot!” jungwon lets out a groan and places his head down on the desk. you let out a chuckle at his response and ruffle his black locks. “this side of you is really cute, it’s new.”

he raises his head up, “well, I can show you all kinds of sides to me if you wanted.”

“what are you implying, yang?”

he takes your hand off his head to intertwine them with his. bathing at how his almost cover yours completely, he looks at you earnestly. this time, his eyes shine, not with the devious mischief you’re used to, but with absolute adoration.

“give me a chance, (l/n). let me show you that im not the annoying class president, but the boy who likes you very much.”

a/n: reading this reminded me of a “what could’ve been” from my part two if jungwon had been more confrontational... unless? 🤪 an alternate reality

[junhyukiscute]

YANG JUNGWON... as the kid with too many piercings and red hair with his natural roots peaking out. you, needing community service hours, volunteered at an animal shelter where you encountered him. sharp feline eyes and a cocky smirk adorning his face, every time you had an interaction it was blatantly awkward. him trying to flirt and you waving it away. then after a particularly flirty customer leaves and you enter the break room, jungwon’s pushing you against the wall and asking, “what’s he got that i don’t, doll?” 

[junhyukiscute]

RED

loving jungwon is like red

it was 6:36 pm. classes ended quite a while ago, and now here you were with bruised knees and a very haphazardly put on bike helmet in front of jungwon’s nice two story house. taking a deep breath in, you gently threw your bike to the sidewalk before walking up to the front door and pressing the bell. 

it felt like forever and you were soon about to throw up until the door opened. “(y/n)?” jungwon said in surprise. 

“hi,” you replied. you felt your mouth suddenly go dry and your panting had subdued. “jungwon.” 

he observed your form. slight puffs and red cheeks, he quickly put together that you biked here from a long distance. “you bike? i never knew you did.”

“that’s cause i don’t,” you replied bluntly. he lets out a small laugh before opening the door wider. “do you want to come in? you look like you’re about to collapse on my front porch.”

as much as you wanted to say yes because oh gosh you were winded from biking 2 extremely long miles, you stood your ground. “actually, i wanted to ask you something. depending on the outcome, it can be really quick like a second or really long like a couple of minutes.” 

jungwon shakes his head and smiles fondly before crossing his arms and leaning on the side of the doorframe. “okay? you’re kind of weird, (y/n),” he teases. “let’s hear it.”

you look up at the sky and take in a deep breath before looking at him straight in the eyes. “you like me, don’t you? so why haven’t you done anything?” after that, jungwon’s stance was no longer lax and his posture becomes straight. 

“huh?” was all he could reply. now it was his turn to have clammy hands and a fast beating heart. could you hear it? hopefully his face wasn’t turning as red as he thought it was. “pardon?”

“damn it jungwon, i like you too! it’s so obvious that i’ve been liking you ever since we got lost at the farmers market. I've been making so many moves but you just sit there counting sheep and I'm confused as to whether or not you actually want anything from th-” 

before you could finish speaking, jungwon had already bent down to silence you with a kiss. his slightly chapped lips are placed against you as he cups your face with his hands. pulling away slowly, he looks at you so warmly that it makes your legs feel like jello. for a moment, it seemed as if nothing had existed besides jungwon and you. 

“so you do like me after all,” you replied dazed. his feline eyes turn into crescents as he bits back a laugh. he gently places his forehead against yours.

“you’re so weird, (y/n). yes, i like you- so much that it makes me scared. I think about you so often and I'm worried that one day you might leave because of my cowardliness. I'm sorry it took me so long to do anything. how can i make it up to you, hm? i’ll do anything you ask,” he mutters against your lips.

“even eat an entire bag of mint chocolate?” you tease. he groans before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder.

“please don’t. can’t we just make up for the lost time now that im yours?”

[junhyukiscute]

My Dream Boy!

Chapter 2: With them

Masterlist / Previous / Next (tbd)

Before Jungwon could strike up another conversation after rendering you speechless, Wonyoung and Junhyuk grabbed you by each arm and whisked you away to the cafeteria.

“What was that/You actually have a boyfriend?!” The both of them shouted in your face.

You blinked before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“You broke her,” Junhyuk deadpanned.

“(Y/n)?!”

The two looked at you with concern and interest as your laughter slowly died down.

“It’s a funny story really, and I don’t know exactly how it happened,” you grasped your stomach. “Oh man, I think I’m going crazy.”

Wonyoung blinked before grinning, “if you think you’re going crazy, imagine how we felt seeing you interact with the opposite sex for once.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Jang?” Junhyuk said offensively.

As they continued to bicker and eventually forget about the topic of Yang Jungwon, you smiled to yourself.

Despite how annoying they may be, they know when to give you space. Your eyes drifted over to the other table where you saw Jungwon interacting with a few other boys.

While he’s talking to a blond haired guy, he catches your eye and smiles gently at you. Man, is he actually real?

“Oh?” Someone from his table teased, “Did someone catch our Jungwonie’s eye?” You ducked down and pretended to be immersed in your best friends conversation so that the attention could be diverted elsewhere.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his slight frown at your actions before he looks back at his friends. “Yeah,” he sighs, “But they’re not taking responsibility for it.” His table goes wild at his response and your entire table looks towards them. You hesitantly make eye contact with Jungwon who’s already looking at you, eyebrow raised and with his chin resting on the palm of his hand. 

Gosh, today felt like a century. After lunch, you had PE which thankfully wasn’t shared with Jungwon. He seemed to encapsulate your mind, which to be fair was expected but also scary. You forgot to bring your gym bag so you went back to class to attain it. 

“Should we go to a mixer?” One boy asked excitedly. You stop and duck under the classroom windows now you realize that the classroom was inhabited. 

“Pass,” Jungwon yawns. 

“Oh come on! It’s our last year! You don’t want to get a girlfriend?” You recognize that voice as the cheery upperclassman, Sunoo. 

“Please, he’s too caught up on that one person,” Ni-ki teases. “It’s almost embarrassing about how focused he is on them.” 

“Now that you say that, why are you so hung up on them, Jungwon?” 

You raise your head up slightly to peak in and see Jungwon leaning back on his chair to face the two boys, speaking as if he was stating the obvious.  

“What can I say? I feel like I exist when I’m with them.”

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[junhyukiscute]

TUESDAY, ONCE MORE

the cute bobarista caught your eye and luckily for you, you seem to have caught his as well!

you remember the first time you came to the boba store by the corner of the public library- tuesday at 12 pm. it was cute, and the drinks were mediocre but oh man were you blown away by the cute guy working behind the counter. hearing your name and your order number never seemed so attractive until now.

“he kept looking your way when we were waiting for our drinks,” your friend said nonchalantly as they drank their milk tea. you almost passed out on the spot.

“you couldn’t have told me this in the store?” you complained. does this mean you have a chance? you didn’t even catch his name because of the lack of name tag.

fast forward to three weeks later and you’ve been visiting this store every tuesday at 12 pm to see him work. however every time you did, he was always working in the back or making drinks but never serving them like he did the first time. you gloomily punched in your number for the rewards program before slumping down into a table by the corner. is fate just not working?

“order number 2 for (y/n)!” you make your way to the counter as you checked your phone for the onslaught of messages.

“thank you,” you reply as you take your drink. you look up and freeze as you see him in all his dimpled smile glory. “hi,” you breathed.

“hi?” oh gosh, his voice sounds just as nice as you remembered it to be.

“are you always this handsome?” you blurt out. he blinks at your question before throwing his head back and laughing.

“what’s with that question?” he rests his palms against the cool marble top. “is that the reason why you’ve been coming here every week?” he teased, eyeing you.

“sorry, does that make you uncomfortable? I can leave,” you motioned to the door worriedly.

“wait!” he replied, getting caught off-guard and gently grabs your wrist before you could leave. “I didn’t meant it like that- I was joking,” his voice gets quieter as his grip loosens.

“oh,” you coughed nervously. “sorry. I'm- I'm glad.” you two share an awkward silence, both contemplating on what to say- you looking anywhere but him and him only looking at you.  “um, say, if this isn’t overstepping boundaries... could I please ask for your phone number?”

jungwon tilts his head and gives you a boyish smirk. “I guess you didn’t check your drink yet.” you look down at the condensed cup of milk tea before picking it up. to the pretty person who comes every tuesday once more, I'm jungwon :) here’s my number <3

looking up, you see him still looking at you with that sparkle in his eyes and gentle smile. “so, (y/n), will you stop staring from afar and finally make the next move? I don’t want to keep waiting until tuesday to see you again.”

[junhyukiscute]

DEJA VU

(TW: slight yandere themes)

you don’t know what happened. you woke up in a romance novel you had read and now were the main antagonist dating one of the male leads. for now, that is, until he dumps you to chase after the main character... and the antagonist goes bat crazy. to make things easier, you decided to break it off first.

“jay,” he hums as you two are standing in the school’s garden. “let’s break up. we should go our own ways.” you turn to him, who looks shocked. you purse your lips and giving a friendly pat on his shoulder. “I wish you the best of luck.”

feeling light now that you avoided your future demise, you started to walk away until you felt a hand clasp your arm. you’re twirled around to face jay who’s face can only be described as in immense pain and anguish. “why?” his voice trembles. “you can’t just say that. not without hearing the other person out.”

“pardon?” this wasn’t how things were supposed to go.  

“god damnit, (y/n), why is it so hard to ask you to stay? was it something I did? I can change, just- don’t leave me, please.” he begs as his grip tightens. “what’s going on, (y/n)? we were so happy yesterday,” his voice breaks, “can’t we be happy for the rest of the days?”

you were utterly shocked. this reminded you a little too much of the scene in the novel where jay breaks up with (y/n). except instead of it being the main antagonist, it was jay on his knees begging for the relationship to continue.

“(y/n), is.. someone else in the picture?” your heart drops at the sound of his eery tone. he walks closer before staring down at you- the tear filled eyes now replaced with an indescribable emotion. “it is, isn’t it?” he chuckles darkly before grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards his.

“babe, i don’t know what’s going on with you, but if i can’t have you, then i'll make sure as hell that no one else can.”

[junhyukiscute]

(9:41 pm) “tell me you feel it too,” he whispers. his forehead leaning gently against your own as his eyes are shut closed. his hands are grasping your arms like he’s afraid you’ll run away.

“feel what, park?”

“like you can’t breathe when im not around. like your heart aches for me. gosh (l/n), i don’t know what kind of spell you put on me,” he weakly chuckles, “but somehow you got me wrapped around your finger and now all i can think about is you. im going crazy on how badly i want to be yours.

“please tell me, (y/n),” jay’s voice quivers as he looks at you, “do you feel the same?”

[junhyukiscute]

a/n: in an alternate universe of (2:53 pm)

(11:23 pm) it all started with a simple text from a mutual. 

“hey! you seem pretty cool, do you want to be friends?”

fast forward to a couple months later, the talking stage was still intact. simple good mornings and good nights progressed to learning about each others ambitions. he loved eating home cooked meals from his grandma and wanted to become a vet. you didn't exactly know what you wanted to do besides box. yet whenever you voiced your doubts about your future, he always assured you that it was okay to not know. 

yang jungwon was his name. same age but attended a different school near the city. 

“I'm going to get bubble tea with a couple of my friends, do you want anything from there? I'll drop it off for you,” he texted. you instantly stood up and started pacing while holding the phone. he wanted to see you? 

oh gosh, it felt like you were going to throw up. sure it’s been 3 months and 12 days since you’ve started talking, but to meet up now? to see him face to face in front of your house and just talk to him without any screens between you two? you bit your nails out of nervousness. sure, you wanted to meet him, but you weren’t ready for what would happen. was it the fear of disappointment? what if he didn’t like how you looked or acted in person? with shaking hands, you responded a few minutes later.

“nah it’s okay, i have to sleep soon. good night :)”

you hit your pillow out of anger and embarrassment. go to sleep? at 7:30 pm? oh gosh, what if he thought you didn’t want to see him? 

after that night, it seemed like it affected nothing. however you still thought about it from time to time. what if you met him then and you could’ve been holding hands already? does he smell like earl grey? before you knew it, you were entering a tea store and purchasing a pack of earl grey tea leaves. 

“hey kid, shouldn’t you be in school?” the owner asked. you kept quiet and gave them the money before leaving. you opened your phone to navigate to jungwon’s school and made your way there. by the estimated time you’d arrive, there would be a few minutes before school ended. his classroom was 2-A.

after sneaking onto the premises, you walked around the hallways until you found it. taking a deep breathe, you stood by the lockers next to the door and held the box tightly. was this too sudden? what if he didn’t want to see yo- your thoughts were interrupted as the bell rang and doors slammed open. 

you peered through the students leaving before spotting the feline-like male walking with his earbuds in, not noticing his surroundings. 

you waited until he walked past you, and then followed behind before tapping his shoulder. startled, he took off his earbuds and turned around. to say he was surprised would be an understatement. he looked absolutely ecstatic to see you with his hand clasped over his opened mouth. 

you held back a growing smile. “hi. I hope you’re not too disappointed,” before holding out the box of tea. taking his silence as a moment to continue, “I saw this and thought that you might like it.. I-it’s from the store you said your grandma li-”

you couldn’t finish the sentence because he tackled you into a huge and laughed joyously. “you’re here!” 

you immediately wrapped your arms around him as his grip tightened. I could get used to this. “yeah, sorry it took so long to meet.” 

“don’t be sorry,” he looked at you with such adoration, “I would’ve waited a lifetime to met you, (y/n).”

[junhyukiscute]

(2:53 pm) it felt like a fever dream. tired of living as nobody, you wished to live a week in someone else’s life. one day, you had woken up in the body of a 17 year old high schooler named ong jisoo. pretty ordinary kid, except for the dry mouth and bandaged up knuckles. 

for some reason, a person like them had managed to be in a relationship with one of the meekest people you’ve encountered. 

yang jungwon was rarely acknowledged by his significant other (you), and craved love. however, he somehow fell in love with this twisted wannabe gangster who only gave him the time of day whenever they needed something. 

tired of how unhealthy this relationship seemed, you thought, why not give this kid the best week of his life? 

day 1 - you had started a conversation with jungwon and got to know that he really enjoyed making rice cakes with his grandma whenever he went to visit her in the country side. 

day 2 - you took jungwon out on a cat cafe date where you later learned that he had a slight allergy to cats even though he resembled one. you thought it was cute, especially when you told him that and his cheeks painted with a light peach hue. 

day 3 - jungwon surprised you with matching bracelets, which you accepted after jisoo often refused them multiple times in the past (the look of adoration he gave you was priceless). how could someone so lovely like him be with someone as horrible as you? oh wait, you’re technically not jisoo.

day 4 - you took jungwon to the beach at night, where you lied down and got to know about his ambitions to become a vet. you paid attention to how his feline eyes sparkled and the sharp bridge of his nose. he’s absolutely beautiful. you interrupted his story of his dog and asked if you could kiss him. he said that you didn’t have to ask. it feels wrong but so right, like this was made to happen.

day 5 - you think that jungwon has realized something was up with you, but he confesses he doesn’t know what’s happened to you. he says he is glad that jisoo has finally broken down their walls. he gives you a kiss on the porch of his house after you’ve walked him home. your heart feels like it’s been running a marathon.

day 6 - you’ve fallen in love with jungwon. after getting to know how amazing he is, inside and out, and how much he deserves- you realize that you don’t want to end this. but it has to. because you only have one more day to make up for this mess that you’ve caused because jungwon will meet jisoo in less than two days and be reverted back into the shell of what he was prior. there will be no more dates, no more skipping school or listening to music on the bus together. this hurts.

day 7 - 

“I have something to confess.” you started. you called jungwon to meet you at the beach. the sun was setting and your heart was beating fast- after tonight, there will be no more you and jungwon but jisoo and jungwon. 

“what’s up?” jungwon comes closer to you, but you take a step back, seeing this, jungwon’s shoulders slump. you see him becoming smaller and how he’s letting his thoughts get to his head. it takes a lot of self-determination to not crumble. 

you sighed, “i’m sorry,” his breath hitched, he still can’t get used to those words coming out of your- jisoo’s mouth, “i’m not the person you actually fell in love with, and tomorrow you’ll be back with the jisoo you’ve known for so long.”

jungwon bit his lip, “who are you then?”

“nobody you need to remember.”

your heart breaks as he looks up at you tearfully. stilled silence ensures and you’re absorbing all of his features in hopes that you won’t ever forget this boy. “you tricked me. you deceived me and made me believe that you- no, jisoo- whatever you are- had... you made me believe someone actually loved me for who i was,” by this time, tears were streaming down his cheeks. how badly you wanted to wipe his tears and say this was a cruel joke. you stared at him with a blank expression as he continued to cry. then he walked up to you and weakly punched your heart. one punch progresses into multiple before he clutches your shirt and cries into your chest. you hope that he can’t hear your quickly beating heart. his quiet sobs overpowered the soft waves, and you clenched your fists and looked down. 

“i’m sorry, but i dont regret it.”

“regret breaking my heart?”

“regret falling in love with you.”

jungwon’s cries became louder as he uses force to pull you down to his height, “who are you?!”

you look out to the ocean and see that the moon is slowly falling. you gulp as you try to blink the tears away. 

“answer me, you sick bastard!” jungwon screams. his face is distorted into various shades of anger and sadness. his cheeks are peach. before he could say anything more, you put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him fervently. he falters before returning the feelings. it’s bitter. you can taste the lattes and tears, the ocean air and slight floral cologne. once you couldn’t breathe anymore, you pulled away gentle and with your hands still cupping his face, you look at him one last time. 

“somebody who loves you for who you are.”

[junhyukiscute]

(9:24 am) it's been exactly seven months and twelve days since he died. all the iced vanilla lattes suddenly taste as bitter as battery acid and the sight of dogs now make your stomach churn.

"you can't always mourn over him, (y/n). you still have to live your own life," kyungjun softly spoke to you.

"I know that, kyungjun, but ever since he came in, it's like I forgot how I lived before," you sighed, leaning back on the plastic chair. "summer's over and we're in our final year. can you believe he'll forever be a second year?"

kyungjun pursed his lips before looking earnestly at you, "he may have been 17 at the time, but he'll still be growing by our side and watching over us." you remained silent and in thought. "come on, get out your books for second period, it's math."

"we're going to fail math this year without his help."

kyungjun stopped talking after that.

after a long day, you parted ways with kyungjun to go home while he had sports practice. it's winter, and you bitterly watched the beginnings of the first snow appear. as you continued to walk down the mocking path, you accidentally bumped someones shoulder roughly, causing them to fall.

"sorry about that," you muttered

"it's no problem, I guess we both weren't watching where we were going," they chuckled. your brows furrowed at the similarity of the voice before turning around. they stood up, and dusted themselves off before looking at you. looking at his face, it was like a cruel deja vu. it couldn't be. you spent the last few days with him before his sickness took over.

"j-jaeyun?" you whispered. he looked healthy. tall and cheeks tinting a rose color. he was full of life. your eyes slowly filled with tears as you tried to blink them away. did you suddenly become delusional?

he looked taken aback from your sudden burst. "I'm sorry, but how do you know my korean name? no one ever calls me that because-"

"-you prefer to go by Jake?"

now he looked taken aback. "I'm getting a little frightened, to be honest. how do you know this?" because I was the only one who got to call you by your real name.

"i... I knew someone like that. they even looked similar to you, except they dyed their hair blond because they wanted to match the color of their dog." I’m blabbering now, he probably thinks I’m crazy. is this really him? he wouldn’t judge me if I were.

"that's- that's really interesting. you seem to really know this person."

"yeah, I guess I did."

"if you know my name, is it alright to ask for yours?"

"it's (y/n)." Jake stood still for a bit as he winced. "are.. are you okay?"

"I don't know why, but my heart suddenly hurt," he chuckled weakly at the ground. he hesitated before looking at you with mixed emotions. "your name.. why does it ache at the sound of it?"

[junhyukiscute]

WOOO HOO HAPPY LATE NEW YEARS AND 500+??? THANK YOU ALL!!

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hi! i love just 2 be you! just wondering, would you consider making a taglist for it if you haven't yet?

that is a very good idea and i don't know how to make a taglist but since you asked i shall try 😎 thank you!

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hi i just read ur 9:35 am jungwon blurb and OMG I LOVED IT IT WAS SO CUTE AND MADE ME SMILE AFTER I READ IT I WAS LIKE "ah, young love" IT WAS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A MOVIE JUNGWON COULDVE JUST WENT TO THE LAST PAGE TO READ THE LETTER WITHOUT READING BUT HE DID AND THATS SO FUCKING CUTE AHHHH 🥺 ALSO I LOVE THE LAST LINE THANK U FOR WRITING IT I HOPE UR DOING WELL :D <3

this was such a good start to the new year, thank you so much for enjoying that blurb 😭😭 it’s actually one of my favorite ones too!! i don’t know if you’ll believe this, but reading your messages put a smile on my face for the entire day 💕 im so glad to have been able to help you smile, and it’s really comments like these that keep me writing. i hope you have an amazing new year anon 🧸

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(11:11 pm) it’s not easy living a double life. attending school by day and saving seoul by night was not a lifestyle you’d recommend to anyone.

“did you hear about that one hero who saved the mayor from those gangsters?” one of your classmates whispered.

first of all, i have a name, second of all my bruises still haven’t healed from that.

you sighed as you checked your phone again, a message from your uncle.

Uncle Nam: tonight there’ll be a revolt against the nishimura corps at 10:30 pm. keep their son safe and bring them to the docking station by 11 pm. also, bring me back a sotteok after school :)

you sighed and shoved your phone back into your pocket. you glanced at the boy sitting a few rows away from you, ni-ki. you’ve had a crush on him for who knows how long, it’s only been until recently when you’ve started talking with him. you plan on asking him to prom with how good things have been going.

“asking him whether or not he likes bunny cut apples is not a sign that says he likes you,” sunoo deadpanned.

“no one asked for your opinion!” you bickered.

once you entered in the large hotel, you examined the crowd to see where your main target was. however… your uncle failed to tell you that it was a masquerade, out of all the events.

“black hair, over 6’0 foot tall, is wearing a large, non form fitted suit, nishimura riki,” was a mantra you’ve been repeating over and over for the past twelve minutes. now where have you heard that name before?

“looking for me?”

you turned around to see the exact description of what you’ve been muttering.

“u-uh… depends?” you weakly replied.

“well, you’ve found me. are you a potential business partner? i hate to break it to you but you’d have to talk to my pare-“

boom.

a loud explosion resonated through the ballroom. the tall boy had jumped and you ran into action. you grabbed his arm and ran out to the nearest window. “hold on tight,” you yelled. scared out of his wits, he did what you commanded as you jumped out.

riki’s screams were all that could be heard dropping from a fifteen story building. “quiet down a bit, will ya?” you hushed. he gripped tighter on your figure as you jumped from building to building, reaching the docking station.

“you can let go of me now, you’re safe here,” you said.

“o-oh yeah,” riki said as he dropped down and released you from his tight hold. “what was that about?”

you flattened out your wrinkled attire, “well, you’re well sought after in the underground. had to bring you here because there was going to be a revolt with the.. taki company?”

“taki,” his eyes shown though this mask narrowed, “he’s been a bit of trouble ever since the split with his family and mine, but I didn’t think he’d go this far. why i outt-”

“hey, slow your roll man, what matters now is that you’re safe,” you interrupted, scratching your ear, “surprised that you still have a voice after all that screaming.”

“well im sorry that I was scared some random person grabbed me and jumped off a fifteen floor building,” he sassily replied back.

“oh my gosh do you ever shut up?” you complained. “you wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me!”

“I don’t even know who you are, so how can i not be the slightest bit suspicious?! who are you?”

“t-that’s none of your business!” you fired back. “wow, look at the time,” you nervously laughed once he was nearing closer, “I gotta go!”

“(Y/n)!! did you get the kid yet?” your uncle’s voice echoed from your walkie-talkie.

the two of you stopped in your tracks.

“(y/n)…?” the boys voice got softer.

“who’s that? is that a new sauce?” you babbled, “because i have no idea who that i-“ you stopped talking after the boy took off his mask. “ni-ki?” you gasped.

with a quick swipe, he took off your own mask.

“so it’s you- you’re the hero that everyone’s been talking about?” ni-ki muttered.

“err no comment.”

ni-ki blinked before chuckling and crouching down, covering his head with his hands. “thank god it was you.”

“are you crying?!” you yelled, immediately crouching down to the floor, “a-are you hurt? disappointed it’s me? oh gosh if you were hurt then that’d suck because prom is almost here and it would suck if you were disappointed that it was me before i could ask-“ you gasped in horror as you stopped mid talking and saw his smirk.

“you were going to ask me to prom?” he teased.

your mouth stood agape as you remained frozen. great. not only did your cover get blown, but your whole crush did too. “im going to stop talking now.” ni-ki let out a boyish laugh at your embarrassed state. “is my embarrassment funny to you?”

you watched with a sour face as his laughter died down and he sat on the cold concert. leaning back with his arms to let out a big smile, he looked at you, “no, i found it funny because i was actually going to ask you out.”

“you what,” you blinked in shock.

“yeah, since you already witnessed me screaming your ear off, i thought I’d let you know. i had the crush on you for the longest time,” he snickered.

“no way, me too!” you leaned close to him in excitement, “I never knew what to say to you because i always got so nervous and-“

“(Y/n)!! the train is coming so you have to leave before your cover gets blown!” your uncle shrieked.

the two of you jumped away from each as a train came into view.

“is this your call to go?” ni-ki asked hesitantly.

“I guess so,” you stood up and dusted yourself. as the cops had exited out of the train, you prepared to leave.

“wait,” ni-ki held your shirt down. he quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek, “thanks for saving me.”

your breath hitched. “n-no problem, they’re c-calling for you now.”

ni-ki nodded, almost disappointed, “see you at school, i guess.” he rubbed the back of his neck before sighing.

as he turned back and walked to the train, you mustered up your courage and shouted, “7:30 pm, tomorrow at May’s cafe! i-i’ll be there to properly ask you out to prom!”

as he boarded the train, he turned to face you with the most breathtaking smile, “about time, (l/n).”