do u think you'd ever connsider writing a part two to the seongwoo au? or the jihoon kairos? bC I NEEDA PART TWO TO THE SEONGWOO ONE DESPERATELY PLEASE
hello!! oh my god,, yes i would love to write a part two to both but iâm not sure if itâs /interesting/ enough ?? but yes i would definitely write a part two :â)
Perhaps it was the way the two full cups of alcohol you downed a few minutes ago started to mess with your head, or perhaps it was the way your friends taunted you that pricked your ego to the point where you were mildly annoyed, but you find yourself taking a step towards him, hand finding its way to his nape before you pull him towards you.
When your lips are just about to touch, you sigh, "I'm going to kiss you now, try to at least make this feel good for the both of us."
genre: what do i even tag this as // college!au
word count: 2.8K
pairing: seongwoo x reader
a/n: let me know what you think! it really keeps me motivated :â)
"Come on," Jaehwan whines as you kick your running shoes off to the side, "you know the party will be absolutely terrible without you. Besides, you look good today."
Having the most sociable person on campus as your best friend is both a blessing and a curse. Kim Jaehwan is a human magnet, drawing people in with a charming smile and one of his frustratingly hilarious jokes. His ability to make friends with just about anyone earned him a permanent spot on invites to parties, which is why your time on campus has been anything but peaceful.
It is not as if you hate meeting new people or socialising with others, you just believe that there is a time and place for everything. With an important essay due in two days that you have yet to start working on, tonight is definitely not a night you can waste at a party. No matter how much you love dancing and having fun at parties with your friends, risking your near perfect grade does not seem like a good idea.
You shake your head at Jaehwan, who has his lips pursed and both hands on his hips. When he sees you trying to dart past him, he immediately slides in front of you, an incomprehensible noise leaving his lips.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance and stops you in your tracks, "you have to come, everyone else is going to be there."
A heavy sigh slips past your chapped lips and you cross both arms in front of your chest. Of course every single person in this goddamn school is going to the party. It is, after all, the party of the year. One that resident rich boy Park Jihoon throws at the end of a semester to kick off a number of smaller ones that will follow after. You frown as you think about how it usually ends with a bunch of people knocked out on the front yard of his house and the random pieces of clothing that will be found all over the place the next day.
"You know how important this essay is," you start to explain before two slight buzzes of your phone interrupts you.
[23:46] daehwi: r u coming
[23:47] daehwi: u better be on ur way
Jaehwan leans forward to catch a glimpse of the messages sent and smiles in triumph before saying, "I knew I could count on them to support me on this mission."
Your lips curve into a small smile and you can't help but burst out in laughter at the silly expression on his face as he rambles on about his noble cause. Jaehwan never fails to put a smile on your face.
"Quit with the dramatics, Jaehwan," you laugh before thumbing out a quick response to a very impatient Daehwi, who had sent about twenty different emoticons in just two minutes.
As you watch the speech bubble pop up on your screen, you mentally weigh out both decisions in your head. You can stay at home and finish the essay while everyone has fun without you, or you can head to the party which will only last a few hours given the time it is now and start on work when you get back. A day and an all-nighter should be enough for you to churn out a decent essay... Right?
Jaehwan stares at you expectantly, impatiently bouncing from foot to foot before pumping his fist into the air with a loud cheer when you begrudgingly mumble an 'okay'. He quickly pushes you into the bathroom, pulling out a dress from your closet and tossing it at you.
"You have half an hour to shower and get ready," he taps on the make-believe watch on his wrist, "you better hurry."
It takes you approximately twenty-five minutes to finish up, and you inwardly curse at the short amount of time your sorry excuse for a best friend gave you. With just two minutes left on the clock, you find yourself stumbling towards the door, slipping on your heels that have been at the same spot of your shoe rack for days now. Jaehwan hums in approval before trailing behind you, fingers busy typing out a text to the rest of your friends.
When the both of you finally pull up in front of the dimly lit house, you step out of the car and welcome the loud thumping of the bass and a vaguely familiar melody slipping through the cracks of the house. You squint your eyes in the dark and make out a few shadowed figures stumbling out onto the front yard, most probably drunk as hell.
The overplayed lyrics of what you recognise as an Ed Sheeran song hammers in your ears and you tut at the lack of quality music on the playlist. You make a mental note to have a long talk with the person in charge of the tunes tonight. Swiftly dodging a couple tripping over themselves, you roll your eyes at how they disappear behind the wall of the house. You decide to not imagine what they might be up to in the dark and slip through the front door, stepping into the very same house you've been in a few times now. Over the intelligible chatter and the roaring of the music, your ears register someone yelling your name before arms are thrown around you, catching you off guard.
"You're here!" Daehwi shouts, having to raise his voice so you can hear him over the music.
You break out into a smile and hug him back, giving him light pats on the head before the wind is knocked out of you by two more people rushing to give you a hug of their own. As Daehwi complains about how Jisung is terrible with alcohol, Sungwoon nudges you in the direction of where they sat. He then thrusts a plastic cup into your hands, flashing a toothy grin before chanting, "drink, drink, drink!"
Choosing to let loose for the night, you tip your head back and down the drink in one go. You aren't sure what is in it, but it only leaves a slight burning sensation as it travels down your throat. The one-shot is welcomed with a series of cheers and you raise your glass in acknowledgement before making your way to the kitchen to get a refill.
You find yourself in front of the designated bartender for the night, Park Woojin, who nods in greeting as he pours one of his crazy concoctions into your cup. You never really know what to expect when he mixes anything, considering the fact that he comes up with a new combination every single time.
"On duty tonight?" You ask as he pours himself a drink of his own, moving around the kitchen counter to sit on the stool next to you.
He lets out a hearty laugh, snaggletooth on full display and takes a sip from his cup.
"Worst position to be in on a night like this, but Minhyun owes me a favour and I might get him to take over." Woojin tells you, shooting an exaggerated wink at a girl who passes by.
Giving a friendly pat on the back, you yell a 'good luck' over your shoulder as you make your way back out to the party. You find your friends in the corner of the room, drawing on the face of an unconscious Jisung. Daehwi looks up as you arrive and wiggles his brows, turning back to continue drawing something that you can't quite make out.
Jaehwan moves to the side, nodding at the now empty space next to him and you plop down beside him. You spend a few minutes working on a doodle of your own, choosing to draw the peach emoji on Jisung's left cheek before deciding to let the rest continue having their fun. Glancing around the room, you snort at how the people on the dance floor are barely even dancing. Sweaty bodies grind against each other and you watch as some leave to the rooms upstairs, deciding to relieve themselves of pent up frustration.
"I'm bored," Daehwi proclaims, bringing your focus back to your friends, "can we play a game or something?"
Kicking his legs up onto Jisung, he leans back against the couch and traces circles on its velvet material. You take a sip of your drink and look at the rest of your friends, waiting for someone to come up with something, anything.
Just when you think that maybe you should go get a deck of poker cards, Jaehwan abruptly stands from his seat, a look of mischief on his reddened face. He downs his drink and slams his now empty cup on the table, shouting, "I say we play a game of dare or dare!"
His suggestion is met with a mix of responses, some people calling it a horrible and tacky idea, while some just shrug and flash a thumbs up. Within minutes, a group of seven people are rounded up and seated around the table, an empty beer bottle settled on top of it. You recognise all of them, having seen them in at least one of your classes.
"I'll start!" Jaehwan says, reaching forward to spin the bottle.
It takes awhile before the bottle finally lands on you, and you find yourself awkwardly rocking from side to side as your friends stare at you intently, determined to come up with a dare good enough to top those that have already been said. You didn't think that they would come up with anything that might be too difficult given the fact that half of the people were already drunk beyond belief, but of course, Kim Jaehwan is a force to be reckoned with.
He straightens up and shushes everyone, swatting blindly at the air to have everyone's attention on him. When he is finally satisfied, his lips curve into a sly smile as he states his dare for you, "I dare you to make out with the first person who walks through that door."
"You're losing your touch, Kim Jaehwan," you tease and send him a playful wink, "this is weak."
All he does is shrug his shoulders and laugh, watching as you shift yourself forward to spin the bottle. Honestly, how bad can it get? The worst thing that can happen is having that greasy, slobbery guy from psychology burst through the front door, but he never gets invited to parties anyway so you are pretty much safe. Which is why when the bane of your very existence steps through the door, your eyes widen in disbelief. If you weren't sober before, you sure as hell are now.
Ong Seongwoo walks into the house, two of his friends following behind him as they scan the area for an available spot. He has on a plain, white shirt underneath a midnight black jacket, paired with stone-washed jeans that accentuated his lean body. He has the kind of face that makes people pause in their tracks, an air of confidence surrounding him carried through with dark eyes that intimidate most people, but you absolutely hated him. Alright, maybe hate is too strong of a word to use on someone you barely know, but Ong Seongwoo has tormented you for months now and you don't even know why.
"Honestly, fuck you," you turn to glare at Jaehwan, who is hunched over laughing his heart out, "and fuck this game."
You slump in your seat and let out a groan of frustration. Can you get out of this? Maybe if you offer to buy their lunches for a month, they might choose to be good people and let you off. Thinking of ways to get out of your unfortunate predicament, you slump over the table and repeatedly knock your forehead against it.
Sungwoon snickers and pokes you in the side, "I wouldn't think about backing out, if I were you."
There are many reasons as to why you have developed a strong dislike towards Ong Seongwoo. For one, he seems to pick on you for every little thing even if it doesn't concern him. An example being how he had rebutted every single one of your statements or ideas in literature class just for the sake of pissing you off. Your fists clench at the memory of him carefully folding paper planes with his printed notes, sending them flying to hit you in the back of your head. You have no idea why he finds you a great target for pranks and tactless remarks, given the fact that you try to never give him the response you know he seeks, but his actions are enough to make you want to never meet him unless you absolutely have to.
Daehwi lets out a low whistle as you stand from your position, searching the room for Seongwoo. You finally spot him on the opposite end of the room, back turned towards you as he runs a hand through his hair. Determined to just get the dare over and done with so you can get back to living your life avoiding him, you make your way across the dance floor, squeezing through the gaps in the crowd.
You find yourself tapping on Seongwoo's shoulder, plastering a forced smile on your face. He turns and you watch as his eyes widen in surprise before he quickly downs the alcohol in his cup.
"Well, well," Seongwoo comments, eyes travelling from your eyes to your legs, "what do we have here?"
Perhaps it was the way the two full cups of alcohol you downed a few minutes ago started to mess with your head, or perhaps it was the way your friends taunted you that pricked your ego to the point where you were mildly annoyed, but you find yourself taking a step towards him, hand finding its way to his nape before you pull him towards you.
When your lips are just about to touch, you sigh, "I'm going to kiss you now, try to at least make this feel good for the both of us."
You then press your lips against his in a firm kiss, pushing him against the wall as you try your best to ignore the loud cheers that erupt over the deafening music. There is a slight buzzing in your ear, and you are not sure if it is the alcohol or the adrenaline from doing something like this. Seongwoo freezes for a second and you pull away, tilting your head in question as he stares back at you.
"You sure do look surprised for someone who does this all the damn time, are you not as great as they say you are?" You tease him, tapping a finger against your chin.
The sense of triumph is short lived, however, because you find yourself being pinned against the wall, dark eyes levelled with yours. Seongwoo has a hand gripped firmly around your wrist, a hold strong enough to keep you from fighting back, yet gentle enough to prevent it from hurting. You feel the steady thumping in your chest increase in speed and you startle at the way he makes you feel.
Seongwoo then speaks, tone even and controlled, "I urge you to not start something you can't finish."
You raise a brow at his statement and tilt your head up in defiance, staring directly into his eyes to show him that you are not intimidated. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pull him towards you with a harsh tug, leaning forward so your mouth is brushing against his ear.
"Try me, Ong." You growl, before pushing him away from you in an attempt to spite him.
It might be a mistake to piss off the very man that can easily end you right then and there, but you are too far gone to care about the consequences of your actions. Seongwoo presses his body against you, and you find his lips on yours again. You stumble at the sudden force that knocks the breath out of your longs, hands gripping the sleeves of his jacket as he snakes an arm around your waist to hold you up.
The exhilarating rush of kissing him, someone you supposedly hate, causes you to feel lightheaded and absolute intoxicated. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you barely register his hands tracing circles on your hip. Your brain is going off with a warning, telling you that to enjoy it this much means that you lose, but with rational thinking thrown out the window, you suppose that maybe losing once isn't too bad of an idea.
You unconsciously melt into his hold, trailing your fingers down his cheek to the side of his neck. Seongwoo gasps when your fingers brush the sensitive spot on his neck, and you take the opportunity to bite down on his lip. You then move your lips to his jaw, planting a trail of kisses all the way down to his neck. He hisses as you work on leaving a mark on him, and for a second the word 'mine' flashes in your head.
"F-fuck," he curses, and you thank him for distracting you from your thoughts, "stop doing that."
As you work your way back up to his lips, he slides his hand to the back of your thigh and squeezes it, causing a tingling sensation to shoot up your spine. You forget that you are in a room full of people, in which some are staring at the both of you, mouths hanging open in shock.
You smile against his now swollen lips, threading your fingers through his hair before crashing your lips against his again. He tastes like mint with an aftertaste of regret, and you know that continuing this any longer will result in you giving in to that selfish need for pleasure. Which is why the moment you catch sight of Sungwoon a few metres away from you flashing the 'okay' sign, you know it is time to go.
Seongwoo blinks his eyes open when he feels you pull away, frowning when you shrug and say, "thanks for this, you aren't too bad Ong."
To say that he is confused would be an understatement, and as he watches you walk back to where your friends are, he releases a shaky breath, slumping against the wall. Even as his friends come rushing over, drunk out of their minds, and make him down another cup of alcohol, his mind still travels to the way you challenged him with a dangerous glint in your eyes and how good it felt to have your body pressed so tightly against his. Never in his life has he ever felt so frustrated and he hates how you're laughing with your friends as if you did not just fuck him over minutes ago.
(1/11 of the first meeting au project) my parents decided to spontaneously drop by my apartment so can i please hide my five illegally adopted cats in yours?
genre: fluff
word count: 765
pairing: reader x daniel
a/n: please look forward to this mini series! i might consider writing them out as actual scenarios so feedback is appreciated, you can find one of my full works here!
âą it has been six months since you moved into your apartment after losing the last available room on campus to the most obnoxious person on earth (but that's a story for another time)
âą strangely, living alone has not been much of an issue because as far as you were concerned, your neighbours were quiet and kept to themselves, thank god for that
âą but of course, all good things come to an end, which happens when the incessant ringing of your doorbell wakes you from your much needed afternoon nap
âą you swing open the door and meet eyes with your neighbour who lives directly across you, his dyed blonde hair falling in front of his eyes
âą "uh how can-"
âą he cuts you off by shoving a ball of fur into your arms and you scramble to maintain a secure hold on what you soon identify as a cat
âą his words tumble from his lips in a rush, "my parents are visiting and they can't find out that i have been spending half of my savings on raising stray cats, can you please, please, please hide them for me"
âą you can't really understand the man or the situation at hand, but you find yourself nodding slowly which sends him running into his apartment before emerging with four cats safely tucked under his arms
âą he scrambles into your apartment and you take a quick glance at his half open door before you follow him in
âą "so do i just let them roam around or-"
âą you are then interrupted, again, by the loud ringing of his phone which was increasing in volume by the second, the man groans in frustration before shoving a hand down the pocket of his jeans, fishing out a buzzing phone
âą "hi dad! yes i'm just-" he glances at you, and then the cats, "cleaning up my apartment, making it look presentable you know?"
âą and all you can do at this point is stare at him incredulously because here you are, standing by your dining table watching a stranger pace around your living room as five cats follow him from behind
âą he frantically hangs up and locks his phone with a resounding click before rushing to the door, tripping over your rug in the process
âą "thank you so much! i will be back in an hour, i promise!"
âą and that is all you hear from your neighbour before he disappears into his apartment, the monotonous beep of the biometric door signalling that it has been locked
âą you sigh and stare at the five cats now finding interest in your rug, which is definitely not a good sign
âą it takes two hours, not one, for your neighbour to finally return and when he arrives, he finds you with your arms crossed, narrowed eyes glaring at a cat between the both of you which was rolling around with your knitted scarf
âą "i just wanted to say thank you, my name is daniel and- oh my god"
âą you raise a hand to silence him, "please, just take your cats"
âą daniel's eyes flick between you and his cats before he rushes to pick them up, bringing them back to his apartment
âą ten minutes later, you find him at your door again, a sheepish look on his face and a tiny, green box in his hand
âą he raises it to eye level and smiles, "how about some tea? you look like you need a cup"
âą so that's how you find yourself sitting across your neighbour (who is kind of attractive after further study) sipping from a cup of hot, green tea
âą the conversation is interesting; flowing from the most mundane of things to personal goals and plans for the future
âą and it's amazing to the both of you as to how it is possible to just click with someone and talk about so much within the first few hours of meeting
âą which is why when you take a quick glance at the clock hanging on your beige wall, you are surprised to see its hands pointing at seven in the evening
âą "well," daniel stands and brings his cup to the sink, "guess i have to get going"
âą he tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth (not that you were staring at them or anything) and shuffles to the door, a tad bit reluctant to leave
âą you send him off with a "your cats aren't too bad, i like them, they're warm and nice to hold"
âą his lips pull up in a smile, "you're not too bad yourself neighbour" before he disappears, once again, into his apartment (filled with cats)
omg good luck on your final year! and i just read your fic preview; it's honestly so beautiful, gosh, your writing flows so well, and it makes me so happy reading your fics. but anyway, enough of my rambling, i hope you're having a nice day/night!
hello! thank you omg but iâve deleted it and iâm not sure if iâm going to post the full thing at all because of the whole mess that involved some of the writers in that collaboration but if people really want to see it i can always tweak the locations and all that :â) again, thank you so much for being so nice and sweet it means a lot to me ahh
Henlo, my friend. Just read the preview of The Turf is Your Tower and it was so good?? I saw that ur a little nervous about it but I honestly think it's going to be one of my faves of the colab project. The writing was so clear and easy to follow but also really descriptive and detailed at the same time?? I might bust a nutâą when you're finished with the full writing tbh. Anyways, I luv u and ur writing and I'm v excited to see how the story pans out! Sincerely, a shy Namjoon stan
hello! oh my god this is so sweet but iâve taken it down because itâs a part of the collab that involved a few writers that,,, did a few things and are now deactivated so i donât know if i still want to post it ??? but if there is a strong demand for âthe turf is your towerâ i will gladly !! re-write it and change the locations :â) thank you so much for being so sweet, itâs really nice of you ahh
kairos (n.) â the perfect, delicate, crucial moment: the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement; also, weather // but it seems as if jihoon canât seem to grasp the right timing for anything involving you
genre: fluff + angst
word count: 2.5K
pairing: reader x park jihoon
a/n: can you tell that iâm absolute trash for wanna one oops ! i also take requests so just slip into my ask if you want to see anything in particular :")
âJihoon,â you sigh, reaching over the table to flick him on the forehead, âif you donât stop fidgeting I will actually hit you.â
The month of May is just beginning, signalling the start of the preparation period for the upcoming mid-year examinations. With mathematics being your weakest subject, you had resorted to asking your best friend â who has not been very useful â for help.
Jihoon lets out a whine in protest and sets his pen down on his notes, decorated with creative yet not-so-flattering doodles of your face. He groans and proceeds to rest his head on the table, lips pursed in a slight pout. Being someone who is good at grasping concepts with minimal effort, he finds it difficult to comprehend as to how and why you take such a long time to get even the simplest of questions right, even after several explanations on his part.
Letting out a soft sigh, you slide your chair back and let your head fall onto the table with a light thud before slumping over it. âYou are a terrible teacher, Park Jihoon.â You huff, turning to face the boy only to see him stick his tongue out at you, eyes still shut.
The both of you then fall into a comfortable silence, a few minutes passing with no words said as the sounds of pages being flipped and fellow students making their way in and out of the library fill your ears. It is a cosy place; with beanbags tucked in the corners of the library for students to situate themselves when relaxing with a good read, neat rows of books arranged by their genres placed on wooden shelves with their spines facing outwards, and sleek, white tables for those who seek a productive environment to get work done.
You have always loved the library and its hushed atmosphere. With the strict rule of having to keep the noise level at a minimum, it helps you focus on your work and acts as your secret getaway from the bustling life out on the busy streets.
Jihoon opens his eyes just in time to see yours flutter close and listens as your breathing starts to steady, chuckling softly to himself as he watches your hold on your pen loosen, causing a long, dark line to appear across your carefully written notes. Given the angle at which you are resting your head, Jihoon smiles as your nose scrunches when strands of your hair tickle it.
He unconsciously reaches a hand across the table, brushing them out of your face and takes the time to soak in your features. His hand lingers on your cheek for a few seconds, longer than necessary, before he quickly pulls back and sucks in a quick breath.
He absolutely hates how he canât seem to still his rapidly beating heart.
It is no secret that Park Jihoon likes you, the affection and liking he feels towards you is written all over his face whenever you talk to him. God knows how many times he has been teased for his feelings.
The realisation that he started to like you hit him a few months back. Before that, he was in a constant stage of denial, where he kept telling himself that everything he feels for you is strictly platonic. That was until you showed up at his door after you broke up with your horrible excuse of a boyfriend, sat on his porch with your knees against your chest as tears rolled down your flushed cheeks.
Jihoon sighs as he remembers how his chest tightened uncomfortably at the sight of you in pain, and the acknowledgement of his feelings came about when you stumbled into his arms in search of a comforting embrace. He had rested his chin on the crown of your head and rubbed little circles into the small of your back with the pads of his fingers. He had made a silent promise to himself back then, that he would never in his life let you go through something like that again.
His thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of your phone which startles you awake and you blindly search for your phone to mute it in hopes that you will be able to return to your nap. However, all good things come to an end, and the incessant buzz became more annoying by the second. You blink your eyes open only to shut it again, wincing in pain when Park Jihoon flicks you on the forehead with a silly grin on his face.
âWhat the fu-â you begin, ready to throw your pen at him when you make eye contact with the librarian on duty walking past your table, a disapproving look on her face.
You grumble under your breath and shoot Jihoon the deadliest glare you could muster, reaching up to rub the sleep out of your tired eyes. âI actually hate you,â you tell him, shifting forward to flick him on the forehead as revenge.
Jihoon shrugs, taking your notes and waving them in front of you, lips quirked into a cheeky grin. âSomeone fell asleep,â he teases, âwhich was obviously not me,â as he gestures to the ugly streak of ink on your paper.
You are about to retort with a snarky insult of your own when your phone buzzes again, lighting up to reveal several text messages from the one and only Bae JInyoung.
[19:36} baejin: are you guys still at it
[19:36] baejin: please reply me
[19:40] baejin: honestly you take such a long time to reply why are we even friends
[19:42] baejin: the rest are going crazy i require assistance
Rolling your eyes at how impatient he is, you thumb out a response to the boy and shake your head at the normality of the situation. The group of you have always been a mess, and it is clear that today is no different.
You look up when Jihoonâs finger makes its way to where your hand is, poking you lightly. When you make eye contact, you tilt your head in question and he mouths, âWho is it?â in which your only response is to flash him the messages that Jinyoung sent. He lets out a soft chuckle and you turn your attention back to the screen.
[19:43] you: patience is a virtue u brat
[19:43] baejin: well somebody sure took their time
Jihoon stands from his seat and shuffles to your side of the table, plopping into the chair next to yours and peering curiously at the screen.
[19:44] you: it was literally like two minutes
[19:44] you: anyway what do u want
[19:45] baejin: get your ass es Out of the library thehyungs and i wanT FOOD
[19:45] baejin: als o u loOk cute tod ay !!!! â daehwiiop
[19:46] you: âŠwhat
[19:46] baejin: and that was obviously not me, anyway please save me now
Your lips curl into a smile as you laugh at the mess of text messages that you just received. Daehwi is his usual self today, thatâs for sure. Turning around expecting Jihoon to comment on their silly antics, you are surprised at the sight of his face pulled into a slight frown as he stares at the screen of your phone.
âHey,â you prod him on the cheek, âyou alright?â Your head tilts in question and his eyes flicker up to yours, blinking a few times like a deer caught in headlights before he clears his throat and leans back into his seat.
Jihoon shrugs and mutters, âIâm fine, just blanked out for a bit. We should get going.â He then stands and makes his way to his bag, shoving all of his notes and materials into it.
Still looking unsure, you reluctantly drag your focus back to your phone as you continue the unnecessarily long conversation.
[19:48] you: jesus christ
[19:48] baejin: sorry! daehwi took my phone, evidently
[19:48] baejin: anyway hurry up before ong runs in there half naked
Your eyes widen in fear and you turn to look at the glass doors of the library, seeing a group of rowdy boys fooling around outside, bags slung over their shoulders as they chat animatedly.
Two of them have their faces pressed against the glass, making faces directly at you, which is definitely not a very pleasant sight. Shaking your head, you turn around after Seongwoo shoots the both of you with his finger gun, sending exaggerated winks flying in your direction.
âWow, I actually hate them.â Jihoon laughs, zipping his bag shut. You raise a brow at his statement and poke him in the side. If anything, he is probably on par with them when it comes to these things.
You stick your tongue out at him and say, âPlease, Park Jihoon, you are the worst of them all.â
The statement draws a gasp from his lips as he dramatically places a hand on his chest in mock hurt, but all he gets in response is a light smack on the back of his head before you are pulling him out of the library.
Having the honour of seeing Park Woojin stuff four full burgers down his throat is undoubtedly the highlight of the evening. You are still laughing at the the memory of Woojin with puffed out cheeks and wide eyes when you push the doors open to exit the fast food restaurant, the bell hung above the door tinkling in response.
Your thoughts come to a halt, however, when you step out from under the shelter of the extended roof to a slight drizzle raining from the grey clouds above. Half of you is hopeful that it will stop soon, but of course, life never really works the way you want it to sometimes. A groan leaves Jaehwanâs lips as he joins your side, lips pursed as he glares up at the sky.
âItâs not going to stop,â you comment, turning to face him, âwe might as well just all make a dash for it.â
A defeated sigh leaves his lips as booming thunder sounds in the distance, contrasting the tranquil nature of the trickling rain. The rest of the boys join the both of you as they stumble out of the restaurant, complaints and whines following their realisation. You were starting to regret the decision you made in the morning before you left the house, inwardly cursing the glaring sun and azure blue skies that led you to walk out of the house without an umbrella.
You twist around to find Jihoon and nudge him the shoulder. âShare your umbrella with me? I forgot mine.â You ask him, not quite excited about the idea of getting wet in a storm with an expensive laptop in your bag.
Jihoon hums, tapping his chin in thought as his lips curve into a cheeky grin. âHave fun getting wet!â He teases, lifting his umbrella over his head before dashing out into the now pouring rain, a skip in his step as laughter bubbles from his lips.
You grunt in response and was just about to dash into the unforgiving weather to attack your sorry excuse of a best friend before Daehwi grabs onto your wrist and gently tugs you to his side. He smiles down at you, eyes curved into tiny crescent moons before nodding towards his umbrella.
âMine is big enough to share, come on,â he says, placing an arm around your shoulders to hold you close to him.
You smile up at the boy and thank him, âYouâre the best, Daehwi.â
Matching his pace, the both of you brisk walk towards the bus stop situated on the other side of the road, and as you walked onwards, you fail to notice how Jihoon had slowed his pace and was now trailing behind the both of you with a disappointed frown on his face.
Jihoon had been curious as to why you were not yelling at him to share a few minutes ago, and had turned around only to be greeted by the sight of you skin to skin with Daehwi as the both of you laugh at a joke he wasnât let in on.
He knows it is pathetic to get jealous over something as petty and insignificant as that, but he canât help the painful tug in his chest when he thinks about what it would have been like if it was his arms over your shoulders instead. Jihoon is plagued by the what-ifs, and they act as a reminder as to how he is late again, even if it is just by a few minutes.
From a distance away, Seongwoo and Daniel walk under an umbrella of their own, dotted with tiny cats that the former had personally designed. They laugh at the lost puppy shuffling his feet in front of them, head casted towards the ground.
Jihoon has always been a tad bit shy when it comes to his feelings, innocent and unsure of himself, and it is funny how he thinks he has his feelings under wraps when everyone else in the entire city sees through his terribly built façade.
âWho is going to tell the poor guy that teasing the person you like wonât get them to notice your feelings?â Seongwoo chuckles, directing the question to the man next to him.
Daniel responds with a tut and shakes his head, âYouâre one to talk, Mister Denial.â
A distance away from them, Jihoon jumps slightly as a droplet of rain lands on his nape, and immediately readjusts his hold on his umbrella, registering the fact that he was too caught up in his feelings to align it so that it covered him fully.
You are a distraction to him, always was and always will be. He didnât expect himself to catch feelings, and he still isnât sure as to why he expected that you would somehow have been there to catch him when he tumbled and fell head over heels for you.
Jihoon knows that feelings cannot be controlled, and that falling for someone is inevitable, but he wishes he had the ability to push them away for just a little bit. He hates the way his heart speeds up when you lean your head against his chest during movie nights, absolutely detests the fact that when you play with his hair on a lazy summer afternoon all he wants to do is kiss you, and he just wants to stop thinking for awhile.
His fist clenches around his umbrella and an unpleasant feeling stirs and twists in the pit of his stomach. Jihoon prays to the heavens, to whoever has power, to give him courage to do something about his feelings.
He stares at the side of your face as you tilt your head back in laughter, and Jihoon canât help but wish for you to know how he feels about you.
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