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â warnings/notes: really cute kanghyun, thatâs it; thatâs the fic
â synopsis: youâre an astronomy major and kanghyun loves the stars (and you)
â song playing: regulus by onewe
â disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously
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The first time you ran into Kanghyun, it was a complete act of destiny. In fact, if you had waited even 5 more minutes to decide to head to the roof of the science building, you would have missed him. Alas, it seemed like the red strings of fate had other plans for the two of you.
You had forced yourself out of bed at what felt like an ungodly hour (it was only 9:30 pm) and made your way to the rooftops with your backpack and your small telescope. It was late September, which meant that you had bundled yourself up in the warmest jacket you could find, even if said jacket had sleeves that went far past your fingertips.
As you burst through the double doors that would take you onto the roof, you were surprised to find that there was somebody else already up here. He was sitting on a blanket, notebook, and pencil in hand as he bobbed his head along with a silent melody. Moving closer, you noticed that he was wearing earbuds, just slightly obscured by his brown hair.Â
He didnât notice as you moved closer until you placed yourself on the ground a few feet from him. The concrete was cold, making you shiver as you swung your backpack off of your shoulder and onto the ground. You could feel the eyes of the boy on you as you began setting up your telescope and pulled out your tablet to begin taking notes.
There were a few minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the roof were those of a pencil scratching on paper, a telescope shifting its position, and the soft ambiance of nature and a college campus. It wasnât until you shivered once again under the breeze that the man finally spoke up.
âWould you like to sit on my blanket? I canât help but notice that youâre shivering and I can only imagine how uncomfortable and cold the concrete must be,â his voice was soft, and for a moment you thought that you had imagined it. But when you looked up and saw his soft brown eyes looking at you questioningly through the darkness, you realized that you had indeed heard him and that he was absolutely talking to you.
âOh, thank you,â you said, before sliding your set up over and placing yourself lightly on the flannel blanket that was sprawled out. You sent him a small smile before you went back to looking into the telescope. The stars you were supposed to be looking for were a bit trickier to find than you were expecting, and you groaned as you looked back at your tablet, searching for where the stars were supposed to be tonight.
âWhat are you looking for tonight?â The boy asked, taking one of his earbuds out as he shifted to get a look at your tablet. You scooched it a little closer to him, showing him the list of stars that you were supposed to be observing and the one you were trying to find: Regulus.
The boy smiled happily to himself as he read the words, before looking at your telescope as if waiting for permission. You gave a nod, scooting over so he could come a bit closer and peer into the lens. You could smell a soft scent of cologne coming off of him, and you felt yourself smile as you breathed it in, the scent relaxing your muscles as he fidgeted with the position of the telescope. Finally, he pulled away, grinning.
âThere. That should be it.â You raised an eyebrow, before looking into the lens and seeing the brightly shining orb which represented Regulus. You looked at him, your eyes sparkling impossibly through the dark.
âThank you so much. Are you an astronomy major too?â You asked. He shook his head, chuckling as he moved back to where he had been sitting previously.Â
âNo, Iâm actually a music major. I just really love the stars. Itâs a special interest, I guess you could call it. My name is Kanghyun.â He held out his hand and you took it, reveling in the softness of his palm and the blistered tips of his fingers.Â
âMy name is Y/N. If youâre not an astronomy major, what brings you to the roof on such a cold night?â you asked. Kanghyun motioned down to the notebook that was sitting in his lap, giving you a small smile.
âIâm actually writing a song for my band right now. The stars are my biggest inspiration, so I come up here to write,â he explained. Your eyes widened slightly in excitement at his words.
âThatâs really cool! Has your band played around campus? Maybe Iâve heard you guys!â you asked. Kanghyun smiled as he shook his head.
âWe havenât played on campus yet, but we have played a few times at the bar downtown. You should definitely come sometime, the more the merrier,â Kanghyun said, thankful for the night sky that covered the blush resting on his cheeks. You nodded enthusiastically, before turning back to your telescope to begin working on your project. Kanghyun sat beside you, humming melodies and jotting down notes and lyrics. It was a peaceful atmosphere, one that surprised both of you considering you were practically strangers.
Once the moon was high in the sky and the loud noises of the campus below began to dwindle, you and Kanghyun bid goodbye to one another, heading to your respective dorms with a hazy and fuzzy mind.
The second time you met Kanghyun, was on purpose. Your friend, Goeun, had revealed to you that she often saw Kanghyun head to the cafe after their music class. Normally, you wouldnât have done anything with that info, but you wanted to get Kanghyunâs thoughts on your paper so far, considering he seemed to like the stars.
 So you headed to the cafe on campus and, sure enough, found Kanghyun sitting at a table with his notebook out and headphones in. You tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying your best to not startle him, before smiling and sitting down across from him.
âHi! Sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to know if you could read my essay so far? I have to turn it in at the end of the week and I really need a proofreader,â you explained, trying to calm your beating heart before it came right out of your chest,
âOh, of course!â Kanghyun said, a small smile slipping onto his face as you let out a relieved sigh and slid your laptop over to him so he could read your paper. You watched with fascination as Kanghyun read the lines on your laptop, making you smile when you noticed how his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration and he began to bite his lip a little.
Finally, his head shot up and he gave you an approving smile.
âItâs really good, Y/N. I noted some grammatical stuff and where I think the words could flow a little better, but overall, I think that it gets your point across well,â Kanghyun advised. You nodded, listening intently to his notes as he pointed things out to you, making notes on what to fix and what to revise.
You had barely noticed that an hour had gone by until Kanghyunâs phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID, then the time, before practically jumping out of his chair.
âOh my gosh, Iâm gonna be let to practice. I have to go, Iâm so sorry!â Kanghyun explained, rushing to gather his things. You stood up as well, reaching out to take his arm and pause him for a moment. He looked at your hand, then at you, with a look of confusion.
âCan I have your number? In case I need more advice or something?â you asked, avoiding contact as you held your phone out cautiously with the other hand. Kanghyun looked at you, before smiling warmly and nodding. He typed away his phone number, before handing the device back to you and waving a rushed goodbye.
You stood there for a moment, almost in shock that you had actually succeeded in getting the cute music majors number, before shaking yourself out of it and heading back to your own dorm.
The third time you met Kanghyun, it was at the bar in town that he had told you his band played at. You had been texting each other for weeks after you had met at the cafe and finally, Kanghyun had told you (after countless pestering from you) that he and his band were going to be playing and that you should come to watch.
So there you stood amongst the fairly large crowd, a drink in your hand as you waited for the concert to start. A few people around you took to chatting and you gladly joined, before pausing once you heard the crowd begin to lull as the lights on the stage flicker on.
Cheers suddenly erupted from all around as 5 boys walked on stage, the only one you recognized being Kanghyun as he walked to the right side of the stage to get his guitar set up and plugged in. He looked so much different than the Kanghyun you were used to, with his hair all rustled up, his black button-up showing a bit of his chest as a metal chain rested around his neck.
You felt your cheeks heat up as Kanghyun scanned the crowd, making eye contact with you, before smiling gently at you. The singer, a tall boy with brown hair that you think was Yonghoon, was speaking but you were too busy staring in awe at Kanghyun.
As they began the concert, playing a song that you remember being titled Aurora, you couldnât take your eyes off of the music major boy that was in front of you. He was completely in his element, the shy and introverted persona melting away to reveal a cocky and confident guitarist. His golden skin shined in the light and he would smirk occasionally as he played, taking the breath straight from your lungs.
They played a few more songs, each one more breathtaking than last when finally Kanghyun approached his own microphone with a small smile. He took a moment to catch his breath, basking in the glow and happiness that filled the stage of the bar.
âThis next song is something Iâve been working on for a while. It was inspired by a girl that I met recently and I didnât want to play it until she could be here to listen to it. I hope that she likes it as much as I like her. Hereâs Regulus,â Kanghyun said, his eyes lingering on you. You felt yourself freeze as you tried to comprehend what Kanghyun had just said, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the song began.
Your eyes were glued to Kanghyun as the simple melody began, the words ringing clear in your ears as you finally began to piece together that the song was about you.Â
Kanghyun had written a song about you.
When the song was finally over, you were beaming. The crowd was going crazy but you were just smiling like an idiot at Kanghyun as the group said their goodbyes and headed off stage. You weaved through the crowd before stumbling upon the group behind the stage, packing away their equipment.
âY/N?â You looked up as your name was said, your eyes locking with Kanghyun who had stood up from his guitar case, eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him, before rushing forward and pressing your lips to his.
You felt him mumble in surprise, but you didnât let go as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips when he weaved his hands around your waist to pull you closer.
As you pulled away, eyes sparkling from how happy you were, Kanghyun smiled at you.
âI take it you like the song?â You rolled your eyes, before pulling him back into a kiss. Kanghyun kissed you back, ignoring the way his bandmates whistled and clapped from around him. Right now, in his universe, it was only him and you; his Regulus.
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â summary: in a world where anything you write on your skin is copied onto your soulmateâs skin, you meet a man who feeds stray cats
â word count: 2k
â merry christmas @februaryflowersâ ! i was your tct secret santa. i apologize for the late upload, iâve been editing this to all hell to make sure it was absolutely perfect for you. i hope you enjoy it, cause i know i had an absolute ball writing this. love you lots <3
Feed stray cats.
You woke up to that sentence etched onto the skin of your forearm in black ink, the same black ink that was etched onto the palm of your hands, your thighs, even your bicep when your soulmate began to write on you.
You couldnât really complain. In the grand scheme of things, your soulmate was pretty tame when it came to the things that he scribbled onto himself. They more often than not were reminders for little things throughout the day or week, and you honestly found it kind of endearing. You liked staring at his handwriting as you ran a thumb over it, memorizing the way he wrote every single letter.
You tore your attention away from the sentence, forcing yourself to get out of bed and get ready for class. Whoever was on the other end of this connection was presumably going through the same struggle, considering you had more than once had a reminder about homework or a study group on your arm, though any details that might reveal his identity were carefully smudged out. You know, because the universe hates making things easy.
An hour later you were sliding into your seat in the lecture hall, eyes barely open as you sipped your coffee and hoped that your teacher wouldnât put you to sleep with his monotonous voice.
âYou got stray cats now?â You looked up quickly at the voice of your friend, Mingyu. You rolled your eyes at his joke, pointing at the writing on your forearm.
âDoes that look like my handwriting to you?â He leaned forward, examining the sentence with almost comical focus, before pulling back and crossing his arms.
âYouâre right. Your handwriting is at least ten times worse than that.â You shoved him, letting yourself smile at his laugh as you pulled out a pen and your notebook.Â
âAny closer to finding whoâs writing all those reminders?â Mingyu asked once he stopped laughing. You sighed and shook your head, letting your chin drop into your palm.
âNot even a little bit. They are so generic, it could be literally anyone on campus!â you exclaimed. Mingyu rolled his eyes at your dramatics, before leaning back in his own seat.
âWell, youâre bound to find out about it one day, right? Thatâs kind of how the whole soulmate thing works?â You grumbled his own words back to him mockingly, joining in when he began to chuckle at you.
âAlright class, letâs get started!â You inwardly groaned as your teacher began to lecture, already losing your attention within the first few minutes. It didnât take long before your pen was brought to your skin, tracing small flowers and patterns in an attempt to keep yourself occupied. When the lecture was finally over, you looked at your masterpiece and smiled to yourself. You hoped your soulmate liked flowers.
Wonwoo had to admit that he hadnât always been the biggest fan of flowers. Sure, they were pretty, but it never saw the appeal in them. That was until his soulmate marking appeared and he found out that the person on the other end loved drawing flowers. He would look down and watch as his forearm or thigh came to life with different flowers, from roses to tulips, all filled in with various shapes and patterns. Since then, he found himself smiling whenever he passed a flower shop, hoping that one day he would be able to give his soulmate real flowers that matched the drawings she gifted him every day.
âI see your soulmate was bored today,â Jihoon commented as Wonwoo plopped onto the couch in their apartment. Wonwoo looked at todayâs drawing and smiled.
âI guess so. I just canât believe that with a large piece of work like this, I still canât find her. How hard is it to find someone with something like this on their forearm?â
âPretty hard, I guess. Whatâs that on your other arm?â Jihoon asked, tilting his head so he could read it. Wonwoo sat up quickly at Jihoonâs comment, remembering that he needed to go outside and feed the cats that lived on their street.Â
âIâll be right back.â Wonwoo walked out of their apartment and down the stairs, before turning to walk out the back and into the alley behind their building. Sure enough, the two kittens that he had named Mac and Kili were lurking by the door, waiting for him.
âSorry for the wait, guys. Itâs been a busy week,â Wonwoo explained, though he knew the cats probably didnât understand him. Regardless of their comprehension, the two animals came up to him and rubbed against his ankles, causing him to grin as he bent down and lightly scratched behind their ears.
âHere you go.â Wonwoo placed the food down in the alleyway, watching as the two scrawny cats began to immediately eat up the leftover fish that he had saved from dinner last night. He watched them eat for a moment, before heading back inside with content in his heart. He was halfway up the stairs when his phone vibrated in his back pocket.
Mingyu: Is it okay if my friend joins us for dinner tonight?
Wonwoo stared at the text for a moment, internally debating, before finally replying that, yes it would be alright. Usually, he would have said no, but Mingyu and Jihoon had been on his case about meeting some new people and he figured there was no better time to start than now.Â
Wonwoo chuckled to himself as he joked that maybe this friend might even be his soulmate.
âI really donât want to intrude,â you said as Mingyu led you up the stairs towards the apartment. You donât know why you were still arguing with him at this point, but you couldnât quell the anxiousness that was beginning to bubble in your chest. These were Mingyuâs friends, and you really didnât want to be the awkward fourth wheel.
âYouâre not intruding. Now stop trying to get out of this and act like you're not so nervous,â Mingyu teased. You frowned at him as you pulled your sweatshirt closer to your body, hoping to make yourself as small as possible while Mingyu knocked on the door.
The door creaked open and you were greeted with a man, who you recognized as Jihoon, smiling at you kindly.
âHey. You must be Y/N. Come on in, dinners almost ready,â Jihoon said, before stepping aside and allowing Mingyu and you to enter. The apartment was cozy, but the first thing that caught your eye when you walked in wasnât the crowded living room, but the tall man that stood in the kitchen, taking some fried chicken and sides out of a plastic bag.
âOh, hey. Hope you like chicken, Jihoon and I were too lazy to cook so we went with the easy option,â he joked. You assumed this must have been Wonwoo, Jihoonâs roommate, so you just smiled and nodded. He smiled back at you, before continuing to pull things out and place them on the breakfast bar, along with some plates and utensils.
âAlright, help yourselves. We can eat in the living room, since we have no dining area,â Jihoon laughed. You and Mingyu chuckled, grabbing and fixing your own plates before heading to the living room and getting comfortable.Â
As the four of you sat and ate, you found yourself relaxing bit by bit. Jihoon and Wonwoo were both nice and made sure to include you in conversation so you wouldnât feel left out. They told you some stories about Mingyu that had you snorting in laughter, much to Mingyuâs displeasure. You kept talking even when your plates were empty and your stomachs full.
âHey, Wonwoo, where you going?â Mingyu asked as Wonwoo stood up and put two pieces of chicken on a paper towel. Wonwoo grabbed his key off the hook by the door, waving Mingyu off.
âDonât worry about it. Just keep talking.â
âOh, you going to say hi to Mac and Kili?â You looked at Wonwoo with an eyebrow raised, your interest piqued at the names that were brought up. Wonwoo smiled and nodded, and for some reason you found yourself standing up and shuffling your way over to him.
âMind if I come with you? Anyone with names like that Iâve got to meet,â you said. Wonwoo looked at you for a moment, before nodding and holding the door open to you. You gave him a bashful smile as you stepped out into the hallway and waited for him to lock the door, before leading you down the few flights of stairs until they were on the ground floor. You watched curiously as, instead of heading out the front, Wonwoo turned the opposite direction and headed towards a large metal door at the back of the building.
He opened it and stepped out, taking in the fresh air as you slipped out after him. He held the chicken in his hand, before calling out for Mac and Kili. You looked around, wondering what was going to pop out before your heart melted at the sight of two cats bounding down the alleyway and towards you both. One was black and the other one was a calico, but both were scrawny and sweet enough that they came up to the two of you and rubbed against your ankles.
âI see you just rub against anyone nowadays,â Wonwoo teased the kittens, before bending down and setting the chicken down. The kittens immediately walked over, mewling happily as they began to sink their small fangs into the food and gulp it down. Wonwoo stood back up and you smiled at him.
âSo, you feed strays in your spare time?â you teased lightly. You saw a small bit of red dusted on his cheeks as he nodded, sticking his hands in his hoodie pocket.
âIâve been feeding them at least twice a day for about a year now. Honestly, I should just adopt them at this point.â
âHow do you remember to feed them? I canât imagine itâs easy to remember with school and whatnot,â you asked. Wonwoo shrugged, before rolling up his left hoodie sleeve.
âI write it down when I think I might be too busy to remember. I do that with a lot of things, actually.â As soon as you saw the writing on his forearm, in blank ink and neat handwriting, your heart stopped. You felt your lungs stop functioning and your mind short-circuited. Wonwoo noticed your silence, looking over at you with a worried expression as you rolled up your own sleeve to reveal identical writing.
It was Wonwooâs turn to be awestruck, as he moved his arm closer to yours to observe the writing. It was undeniably the same, and you and Wonwoo just slowly looked up at each other, before bursting into laughter.
âSo, youâre the one whoâs been leaving flower drawings all over my arms and legs,â Wonwoo jokingly accused. You let out a loud laugh, before pointing a finger at him.
âAnd youâre the one who keeps writing reminders all over!â Wonwoo laughs as he nodded, his eyes glittering with happiness. You both just stood there, looking at each other, hearts racing and minds running as you both tried to comprehend that your soulmate, the one you were forever meant to be with, was standing in front of you right now.
âWell, now I will know which stray cats are getting fed.â
âNow I will know who makes such beautiful drawings when she gets bored.â It was your turn to get embarrassed, but you didnât have much time to revel in it as Wonwoo pulled you in for a hesitant hug. You wrapped your arms around him instantly and melted into his grasp. It felt so good to be hugged by him, like coming home after a long time.
You pulled away when you felt the kittens begin to rub against you both again. You leaned down to pet the kittens and thanked them for bringing Wonwoo to you, for being the reason you had found him. You promised them at that moment that, as repayment for finding your forever love, you would find them a forever home. Which is why, when you and Wonwoo finally moved in with each other months later, you were joined by the two very kittens who had given you everything.
Genres: romance, comedy, fluff, soulmate au, university au, friends to lovers
Pairing: Reader & Vernon (Seventeen)
Warnings: language, there might be some making out
Notes: well well well well well... whatâs this? a soulmate fic by casey thepixelelf with no angst in sight? it must be christmas! oh wait, it is! happy holidays mia @memesolvernonchweâ !! unfortunately I couldn't finish in time for december, but I will for sure be putting out the full fic soon (I hope)!
A detested soulmark, a friendship over a decade in the making, and an unexpected proposal from one friend to another... what could possibly go wrong?
âOkay.â You stare at the ceiling of Vernonâs room, casually trying to count the bumps of stucco. Itâs not going well â you keep getting stuck around sixty-two. âWould you rather be weirdly attracted to Adam Sandlerâs hands, or not be able to tell the difference between a box of cereal and a baby?â
He twists his head to give you a judging look, and you canât help but smile at his goofy face. âHow the hell do you think of these weirdo questions all the time?â
You shrug. âItâs my secret talent, I guess.â
âSome secretâŚâ he mutters. You smack his arm. âOkay, okay. Uh⌠Adam Sandler.â
âEw, why?â
âLook man, I canât go around shaking newborn babies over bowls of milk every time I get hungry.â
Pursing your lips, you scratch your chin in feigned consideration and nod. âSound logic.â
Vernon just hums and looks back up at the ceiling, both his arms folded over his stomach. You go back to counting stucco bumps. Sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five⌠Oh, shoot, did you already count that one? Two, three, fourâŚ
âMy turn,â Vernon says, his voice low. âWould you ratherâŚâ
You turn to look at him again, stucco forgotten. He doesnât move to meet your eyes, instead staring up with more intent than before. His voice sounds casual and tired, but youâve known Vernon for a long time â something is different.
âWould you rather find your soulmate and fall head first without really knowing them⌠or fall in love with someone over time, even if they arenât your soulmate?â
A few seconds pass without you or him saying or doing anything. You simply watch him as he looks up at the ceiling, refusing to look at you for some reason.
âDunno,â you finally say, turning since he wonât meet your eyes anyways. âWhichever one is better.â
âThatâs what I asked.â
âHm?â
He raises an arm to drape over his eyes, voice practically a whisper when he asks, âWhich one is better?â
âGuess Iâd have to fall in love first to know.â
Vernon doesnât react. You feel the soulmark on your lower back grow warm.
Seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine.
âOkay. Would you rather tongue-kiss a praying mantis or get spiked like a volleyball?â
Coffee cups warming his palms, Jisung weaved his way through the maze of chairs and tables in the University library. It was getting late, but that never stopped college students from studying, especially since the library was open 24 hours.
Finally, the table that you and him had been studying at for the past few hours came into view. You were sitting with your head resting on the table, arms supporting your temple. Jisung smiled, assuming you had put your head down to wait while he got your beverages.
He was shocked, and admittedly endeared, when he drew closer and realized that your breathing was incredibly even and that your eyes were closed, indicating that you had fallen into a serene slumber. Once he reached the tables, he made sure to set your coffees down softly, so as to not disturb you.
He took a moment to observe you, staring at your sleeping figure with sparkling eyes. You looked so peaceful and calm, a stark difference to the stress that had been on your face while studying only minutes prior. Your eyes fluttered behind your eyelids, signalling that you had quickly fallen into a deep sleep.
Jisung knew that he should wake you, but part of him wanted to just let you continue to nap. You had barely gotten any sleep since your midterms had been announced, and it hurt him to see the bags under your eyes darken day by day.Â
He slipped his phone out of his sweatshirt, holding it up to take a photo of you. He wanted to be able to remember this moment for the rest of his life, just you and him. He quickly sent it into the groupchat full of your friends, knowing youâd yell at him once you saw it, though your voice would hold no venom.
He carefully reached out and ruffled your hair, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting as you adjusted to the light and tried to focus on Jisungâs features.
âSungie?â Jisung felt his heart leap at your soft, sleepy voice. He leaned away as you lifted your head up, taking in your surroundings as he slid your coffee towards you.
âYou must be tired, baby. I wasnât even gone that long,â Jisung teased. You sent a playful glare in his direction, taking your cup in hand and humming as you gulped down the warm liquid. Jisung let out a small chuckle as he slid into the seat across from you, looking as you turned to your textbook and groaned.
âI hate physics,â you grumbled as you rested your cheeks in your palms and kept reading, oblivious to the way Jisung didnât move to open his own laptop. He watched as you lazily flipped the page, before grabbing a pencil and notebook and scratching down some notes and numbers that made no sense to him.
With a small smile, he opened his laptop and put his headphones on, opening his latest document with lyrics. With one more glance at you, he began typing with a new determination, inspired by the person in front of him who made him feel more at home than anyone else ever could.
Grabbing your phone, you immediately went to check your notifications. There were a few text messages from friends and various social media notifications, but nothing from the one person you so desperately wanted to hear from.Â
Slamming your phone back onto your mattress, you rolled your eyes and started your day filled with anger in the same way you had for the past 2 weeks.Â
Needless to say, you were not having a good day. You slid out of your bed, already knowing your roommate was at her morning class, meaning you were left to sulk alone as you got ready for the day.
You checked your phone again before leaving, still seeing no notifications from Hyunjin. You knew that he was still using his phone, after all he was still tweeting and posting pictures on instagram, but for some reason for the past 2 weeks he couldnât even spare a second to text you and let you know that he was okay or that he loved you.
You got ready, already feeling like your day was going to be bad. Thankfully you didnât have any classes with Hyunjin, though truth be told you wanted to see him just to give him a piece of your mind. Ghosting you was not something you took lightly, especially not from your boyfriend of 8 months.
Classes went by almost too quickly and before you knew it, you were walking back to your dorm room, wallowing in your own anger and sadness. You opened the wooden door with more aggression than you needed to, ready to call one of your friends or rant to your roommate, when you stopped in the doorway.
Sitting on your bed, in all his idiotic glory, was Hwang Hyunjin. You felt your jaw clench at the sight you normally would have been ecstatic to see. This time it only left you feeling raw and livid.
Hyunjin looked up when the door opened, smiling at you like everything was alright. He stood up lazily and walked over, about to give you a hug and a kiss on the forehead when you shoved him back. His eyes widened at your out of character behavior as you closed the door part way to give a little bit of privacy.
âBabe, whatâs up? Did class not go well?â You felt anger bubble in your throat as you let out a scoff, crossing your arms.
âNo, you donât have the right to come back and pretend like everything's okay! And you donât get to call me babe. Not after you ignored me for 2 weeks without so much as a text,â you said, trying not to raise your voice. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at your words, plopping down on your bed as he gave you a pointed look.
âListen, I needed a break, okay? We spend so much time together, I needed a few weeks without your clingy ass.â You felt your eyes widen at his comment, not expecting him to say something so rude. You walked over to him, glaring at him angrily.
âWell Iâm sorry that I want to spend time with my boyfriend, okay? But you know you could have at least texted me to tell me that you wanted to have some space. Instead you ignored me, leading me to believe that I had done something wrong! I worried for 2 weeks over you, when you were just being an asshole!â Your voice was rising and you were about to explode. Hyunjin scoffed at you, standing up to tower over you.
âYou donât own me, Y/N. I donât have to tell you everything. You are not my mother.â He didnât get another word in as you swung your hand forward. A smack resonated off the walls, before fading into a still silence. Hyunjin stood there, holding his cheek as angry tears bubbled into your eyes and fell onto your cheeks. You pointed at the door, looking him dead in the eyes.
âGet the fuck out of my room, Hyunjin.â
âY/N, I--â
âI said, get the fuck out. Now.â Your tone was cold and empty, and it was enough for Hyunjin to nod, before rushing out of the room. Even when you heard the door close behind him, you stood there for a moment, fists clenched tightly. Finally your legs gave out and you collapsed onto your floor, sobs wracking through your chest.
You felt empty, so incredibly empty. You thought Hyunjin was different, that he wasnât like other guys. He had been so caring, so kind, so different from the people you were used to in your past. You had let your guard down, only to be backstabbed where it would hurt the most. You sobbed harder as you realized that you had been played.
Hyunjin had been like all the other men, who left you broken and alone with no remorse.
sorry this is so late, i'm a hot mess ahkdjfaljfhasd
17 'fairy lights or leds' - i much prefer fairy lights. they don't offer as much light but they are much softer and make me feel like a princess lmao
21 'if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be' - i would tell myself to cut off the people that make you feel bad. it'll save you a lot of anxiety and stress in the future if you focus on yourself and people who make you feel like the best version of you
25 'best homemade gift someone could make for you' - bro i LOVE playlists. something about listening to a song and knowing someone i care about associates it with me makes me so soft and gushy
hey yâall!! so this is just a bit of a formal announcement that i am still alive and my kind of unplanned hiatus will be ending soon (hopefully!) i just started my freshman year is college (as an english major) so iâve been a little busy with getting things ready and starting classes but i have been working on some things and hope to get them out asap. thank you for your patience and for sticking around, it means the world to me â¤ď¸
12 'how are you' - i'm doing alright. i just started college, so i've been trying to get in the swing of things and meet new people, which is much harder than it sounds lol
9 'what calms you down' - the biggest thing that calms me down is music. i have a relaxing playlist and it helps me to focus on something else and also helps with my breathing if i'm panicking
28 'hugs or hand-holding' - i love hugs more than anything. my hands get sweaty, so hand-holding makes me nervous cause i'm afraid my hands are gonna get all swampy lmao
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