“Allegedly,” as Ni-ki would add, with matching air quotations, after the group would watch Jungwon slither away from their cafeteria table during their treasured lunch hours to undertake top student duties, but with all the charm that Yang Jungwon’s rosy, dimpled cheeks hold, nobody could be persuaded to forget how he’d gaze at you when you talk to him, breeze smelling of sweet peaches and fragments of sun falling into his hazel eyes.
So no, Jungwon doesn’t have a crush; he just thinks about that one time when you patiently stayed with a random kid near the bus stop during a storm until their ride came because they were frightened of thunder, or how you’d send him quiet smiles across the table during student council meetings, or how your kindness seemed to stretch across the ends of the atlantic ocean, and you’re smart, shining so brightly and— did I mention that he likes the way you smile?
(“That’s not a crush,” scoffed Sunoo, “that’s something worse.”)
Butterflies reside in the concaves of his chest, and they consume him like wildfire when your hands brush (oh, how it burns!) because you, with all your fitfuls of cackling laughter and god-awful puns, make him want to give you the stars. And he’s scared of that. So he slumps in his seat, sipping dejectedly on his banana milk because his head is full of maybe maybe maybes as if the word could shield him from the truth that he is afraid of what he feels, and Jay eyes him like a parent watches a child. “You good?”
Grimly, he nods. “Just a case of the Mondays.”
(Maybe this will fade, his head argues, maybe you’re just overthinking, you’re young—what do you know about this?
04:19 PM- you wanted him to look at you like you painted the stars, hung up the moon, and raised the sun. You wanted him to look at you like you conjured up the clouds, grew the forests, and filled the oceans.
You wanted him to smile at you, smirk and grin, wink, and laugh with you whenever he could. You wanted him to touch you, hold you, hug you, carry you like you were a damsel in need. You wanted him to whisper sweet nonsense to you while you fell asleep and you wanted him to wake you up to soft hums while the sky painted pink and orange.
But Jake was floating, basking in his journey to success and fame. He was winning, taking over the world like he had dreamed and gushed about. He was walking the path that was carved for him- following his yellow brick road.
Though you were happy for him, he had left you behind.
You had made it abundantly clear to Nishimura Riki that you weren't looking for a relationship.
"And don't you dare fall for me!" You chuckled, shaking his hand as he smiled back. The two of you had met through a group project, but you stuck so well that you managed to keep in touch even after the project was long due.
Heartbreak had adorned the walls of your emotions one too many times, and you had announced long before Riki was even in the picture, that you had officially given up on love.
Not like that would stop Riki, though.
He fell hard and fast. The chemistry between the two of you was so perfect, it didn't take long for your laugh to become his favorite song.
It was never his intention, falling for you. Nor is it anyone's intention to fall in love with their best friend. He didn't even know when it happened, really. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was hardly falling at all. More like looking at you and knowing he found home in your eyes.
And although he knew it wouldn't be true, a small part of him had always hoped that maybe a deep, deep part of you loved him as he did you.
His brain would go into spirals, imagining a scenario where maybe he had a chance with you. Every once in a while he would mix up his personal daydreams and reality, sending you a flirty remark or hugging you for a bit too long when he dropped you off.
After all, he never missed the blush he would creep onto your face after he grabs your hand. Or the way you subconsciously smile when you see him. Or the way your eyes lit up when he entered a room.
No matter how many nights you would spend complaining to him about other guys that had broken your heart, there was no way he imagined it all.
He entertained the fantasy of you returning his feelings. He would tell you how he loved you, and you would thank him for ripping off that band-aid. But the more he thought about it, the faster he came to his senses. His feelings just made everything so complicated.
Sick of questioning, Riki runs to your house late at night. Almost 11 in the evening, to be exact.
You greet him with a weak smile and furrowed brows, wondering what he could possibly need at the late hour. "Can we talk?" He breathes out, exhausted from running all the way to your place on impulse.
"Sure..." You hesitantly agree, closing the front door so the two of you can speak on the porch, as to not wake your family up. "What could have possibly happened for you to dash to my house at 11 o'clock?" You chuckle, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
"Well...I had an epiphany? I guess? I'm not really...sure how to put it." He trails, making you raise a brow at his choice of wording.
"You had such a big epiphany that you had to rush over here instead of sending a text?" You ask, tilting your head as the two of you chuckle slightly.
"I'm in love with you, y/n." He bluntly states, getting impatient. He watches your expression, seeing the small smile on your face fall before you let out a weak chuckle.
"Good one, Riki." You smile, playfully hitting his shoulder as you roll your eyes. You scan his eyes for any sight of humor, panicking slightly when you find none. "Riki?"
"I'm not joking, y/n. I love you. I know you told me not to fall for you but- if you would give me a chance..." He trails off, frustration tainting his tone as you bite your bottom lip.
"Riki, no. Stop." You assert, shaking your head as you try to begin comprehending everything. "I think you should go home, Riki."
You don't say anything, you simply walk past him, back into your house. It's only when you shut the door that Riki lets the tears fall, cursing himself.
He walks home dazed, still frustrated that he even entertained the thought of ever being more than friends with you. Knowing you, you would pretend the entire conversation had never even happened, completely disregarding the fact that you had just stomped on Riki's heart.
He scoffed a little at his naivety, unsure of who to be more upset with. You, or himself.
He kicked a rock down the street as he sighed deeply, shaking his head as tears softly streamed down his face.
synopsis: maybe the sky is a lot prettier than sunghoon thought it was.
playlist: fuentes de ortiz by ed maverick
author's note: i suck at summaries omfg please burn me alive ANYWAY not @ me getting butterflies writing this 😶 SKAJDLAJKD but he's so </3 my heart is shattering i'm gonna cry goodbye 🕳👨🦯 (ignore me i'm going through it) also i know it's the middle of summer but a girl can dream right </3 enjoy !!
SUNGHOON DOESN'T KNOW anything about the stars.
He doesn't listen your three-hour rants on how people get on your nerves when they confused Polaris, the North Star for Sirius, the dog star. He doesn't pay attention to the way you scowl at Gemini men because their star chart had something to do with Saturn (apparently, Saturn brought bad luck). And he never acknowledged you when you spoke of soulmates and their fates being "written in the stars" and how beautiful you thought it was for someone to be able to complete your other half.
However, this was all normal to you. He had made it painfully obvious that he didn't care about astronomy or astrology, which is why you were surprised when he'd asked you if you wanted to go stargazing. You were positive he didn't want to hear another one of your rants on why you believed Pluto should've been a planet, so to hear this come from him was a bit... confusing.
You accepted his invitation nonetheless.
An hour before you were supposed to be meeting, you'd climbed onto the roof of your house, telescope pointed towards the sky as you patiently waited. You didn't know why you'd chosen to sit in the cold for an hour when you could've just waited inside until he threw rocks at your window and yelled at you to come out. You'd like to think it was your endless love for the night sky that led you to do so.
Sunghoon did, in fact, throw rocks at your window expecting you to answer by telling him to stop before he broke your window (again). But instead, he was met with silence. That's when he realized you were already on the roof.
He expected this from you, knowing how obsessed you were when it came to these kinds of things. (He even labeled it a problem, but he'd never tell you that.)
"You're too early," he said, taking a seat and making himself comfortable beside you. "We agreed to meet at eight."
You snorted, "As if that would've stopped me," you said, scrolling through your phone for any news of a meteor shower. Unfortunately, there were none, so it'd just be the stars tonight.
Just you and Sunghoon and a sky full of stars.
"Were you bored?" you asked, adjusting your telescope once again. "Is that why you asked me to stargaze in this kind of weather? Do you want me to get hypothermia or something?" Sunghoon laughed, finding your exaggeration hilarious.
"That was my intention," he said jokingly.
"I hate you."
"Sure," he said. "Of course you do."
You sighed, finally leaving the telescope alone and taking your seat beside him. "Wait a few minutes," you said, a shiver running down your spine and you pulled on the sleeves of your jacket to protect your hands from the cold. "The sky's prettier when it's darker." He nodded, stuffing his hands into his pocket and letting out a breath. It was silent, you not knowing what to say and he thinking of ways to fill the silence.
"What can you see?" he started. "From Earth, I mean."
This was shocking. Sunghoon had never been curious about your "unhealthy obsession" with the night sky and everything in it — in fact, you doubted he even remembered what a zodiac sign was. Hearing him ask that was like finally seeing a pig fly (and they will someday).
You took advantage of this opportunity, of course.
"You can see a lot of things from Earth," you said, moving closer to the telescope. "From Ursa Minor — the Little Dipper, if you will — to Mars. And if you're lucky enough, you can even see Andromeda." You paused, "It'd be more convenient if the moon weren't out tonight, though." Lining your right eye with the eyepiece and closing your left, Sunghoon watched a small smile appear on your face. You pulled away, your smile growing as you looked at him. "Come," you said. The boy moved closer to you and hesitantly looked through the telescope. However, his expression changed immediately when he saw the stars.
"They're so bright!" he said excitedly. "And there's so many— which one's that one?" He pulled away and pointed at the sky, waiting for you to look so you can tell him what he was looking at.
"You found Mars," you said. "And if you move a little bit, you can see Cancer."
"Is that a constellation?" he asked, leaning closer to you and waiting for you to move away so he could see it. You stared at him surprised.
"Yeah," you said. "How'd you know?"
"Come on, _____," he started. "I'm not stupid."
"Let's agree to disagree," you said, resulting in him hitting your arm lightly. You laughed.
The truth was, Sunghoon remembered everything you told him about the stars. He remembered the twelve constellations that made up the zodiac and the hate you harbored for Saturn. He even remembered the stories of how the constellations came to be and how most of the stars you saw in the sky were already dead, but he would never tell you that.
By now, the two of you had forgotten how cold you were and were focused on looking at the stars. Well, he was focused on the stars. Your eyes had been resting on him for what seemed to be forever. You knew it'd be awkward the moment he turned to look at you and met your eyes, but it was so hard to look away from him, despite an entire sea of stars right above you.
Park Sunghoon was just too good to be true.
"The moon is so big," he said, mouth slightly agape as he stared in awe. "You can see the craters, too—" He cut himself off, gasping and grabbing onto your arm. "Did you see that?" he asked excitedly. "Something just passed by! A shooting star? _____, I saw a shooting star!!"
You chuckled. "That's great," you said. "Now move over, I wanna see too." (It probably wasn't a shooting star — you were positive it wasn't — but you couldn't tell him. He looked so excited, you just couldn't bear to see the look on his face if he knew the truth.)
You took turns looking through the telescope, both awestruck by how beautiful the night sky was. When he wasn't looking, you'd look at him, wondering how it was possible for your best friend to be so... perfect. It was unfair of the universe to make it so obvious it had favorites.
He did the same, too (though you probably didn't notice). When it was your turn to look through the telescope, Sunghoon would silently stare at you, as if his eyes were glued to the side of your face. He would smile when you smiled and reciprocate the excitement on your face. And when you were quiet, he would still smile. He would smile regardless of anything you did.
"_____," he called your name. You hummed in response, looking away from the stars and at him.
"What? Was it your turn already?" you asked with a small smile, waiting for him to speak.
"One day, I'm going to take you to the moon," Sunghoon said. "And we're gonna live up there—" He pointed to his finger at the moon that was glowing in the sky, "—with all the constellations and supernovas and nebulas — everything you could think of will be up there."
It was impossible not to stare at him, so you did. You stared at him silently, his words repeating themselves in your head over and over again until you memorized them by heart. You smiled, "Nebulae," you said.
"What?"
"The right word is nebulae," you corrected him, chuckling at his mistake.
"That's what I said!" His brows furrowed in annoyance once you began to laugh — your loud laugh that he was positive your neighbors would complain about. "It's not funny," he said. "You make mistakes too!"
"No I don't. Gosh, Sunghoon, when will you realize I'm perfect and better than everyone else?" you asked, rolling your eyes playfully. He scoffed, which only made you laugh louder. "I'm kidding," you said. "Anyway, it's your turn."
"It's okay," he said. "We can skip my turn." You nodded, but didn't question it, taking your seat in front of the telescope again, your face lighting up instantly. "So pretty," you giggled, making him smile (god, that was all he ever did around you), and you were right — the stars were pretty, a lot more prettier than he'd expected them to be.
But to him, you were a lot prettier.
"Do you promise?"
"Promise what?"
"Do you promise to take me to the moon?" you asked him. You looked away from the telescope and at him, smiling softly. "I'd like to live in one of those craters someday. Plus, I think I'll have a great view of Cetus—"
"I promise," he said, cutting you off.
You held out your pinky. "Pinky promise?" He hooked his pinky with yours and your smile grew. "Good," you said. "You better keep that promise, Park."
"When have I ever broken a promise?" Sunghoon asked.
You snorted as he moved closer to you. "Right," you said, your eye meeting the eyepiece once again. He sighed contentedly, resting his head on your shoulder. The action made you smile a bit (and your heart flutter, but that was a secret you swore you'd never tell). His eyes stared at the side of your face, watching the corner of your lips curve upwards every once in a while and a quiet gasp leave your mouth whenever you saw something you hadn't before. And sometimes, you'd even tear your eyes away just to glance at him and smile — even if it was just for a second — before looking back at the sky.
Park Sunghoon doesn't know anything about the stars but if there was one thing he did know, it was that your eyes held far more stars than the night sky above him.
being surrounded by the mild scent of sweetness is one of the many things that makes sunoo giddy with excitement. what more if it's made by you? then let's call it a very perfect day though the consequences are consuming almost half of his energy from smiling too much..
"cream puffs~ i give free taste of cream puffs!"
your bright ambiance attracted a lot of curious people coming over to your stall, also giddy as they fill their curiosity with the sweet cream bursting into their taste palettes. their face glows never forgetting their satisfied nods after, they compliment you, buying one or more of your specialty to take it home to their loved ones as they shared in such enthusiasm. it felt accomplishing, you smile, waking up before your alarm snooze is worth it. bugging him in the midnight is worth it too.
sadly, a person like you can't control the sun when to begin to set, leaving you alone along with your sold out pastry assuring that, it is indeed successful. you guess it's time to call it a day and give yourself a pat on the back.
oh, and to thank sunoo for giving you amount of encouragement today.
"free cream puffs sounds great but i'm more interested if you're free tonight?"
you slightly jump by the sudden voice, nonetheless, it's much more comforting than the silence. in front of you is sunoo hiding behind his large black hoodie matching his trousers. he anticipates your answer but instead you ran to him, clashing your bodies and you earn a chuckle. you felt his arms hugging your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around when loud giggles started to surround the alley way.
"you still haven't answer me, y/n!"
once your feet touched the ground back, you took a moment to look at him in stillness. you smile. it's all you can do as of this minute.
he's your lucky charm, your friend and your love until the last day, your sunoo.
"thank you, really, for coming despite being busy. and of course my peach, ending the day with you is the best anyways"
happy birthday to my sunshine, you never fail to give me comfort and you deserve everything. i love you!
(i've stopped writing for weeks and i'm getting more rusty day by day but anything for sunoo day!!!)
genre: fluff, listen to: kiss me more by doja cat, for: park sunghoon, author’s note: i’m back <3
“kiss me again.”
park sunghoon held a tight grip on your wrist to keep you from walking inside your house, a shit eating grin on his face as he puckered his lips expectantly.
“i’m not giving you another kiss,” you playfully shoved his face away. “i’ve already given you like nine already.”
“so then one more,” he whined, uncharacteristically. his grip on your wrist had loosened completely as ye let go, to instead wrap his arms around your waist. “one more and i promise i’ll go home. i pinky promise.”
sunghoon unwrapped one of his arms to hold out his pinky, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, making your eyes widen in disbelief, “if i kiss you will you stop acting like.. this?”
he was quick to nod, his infamous smirk tugging at his lips as you sighed and leaned in to brush your lips against his. he took the chance to pull you against him even closer (if that was possible), taking in every second of the kiss as his lips moved against yours. it was possible to conclude that your lips intoxicated the teen, making his head swim in the best possible way.
it was you who pulled away after a few moments, a little dizzy from the lack of air. your cheeks were flushed merely because of the way he was staring at you when you pulled away. “are you happy now?”
“i’m not sure yet,” sunghoon sighed dramatically, not bothering to bite back the smile on his face as he spoke. “maybe one m-“
you rolled your eyes and lightly pushed the male out of your doorway, before waving your fingers at him, “absolutely not- go home, babe.”
before the teen could protest, you had already shut your front door, placing your back against it as you smiled to yourself.
genre: fluff, if you squint enough then it's tinee tiny bit of angst
pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader
warnings: none
tel's note: it's midnight atm and i wrote this for my own self indulgence T-T
you looked at your best friend, yang jungwon, who was happily looking at the seaside view while eating his ice cream. you smiled, feeling how your chest flutter by just looking at him alone.
as cliché it might have seen, yes, you were in love with your best friend. well you've stuck around with him from half of your childhood- how could you never?
"quit staring at me like that" jungwon says and you just let out a small chuckle. his smile was so gentle, and his voice was sweet as honey. honestly you could go on and on with a list of what you love about him, but let's just stick with that.
you smiled back at him, "not my fault you've been looking good lately" you complimented him almost every time and sometimes you even think you're being too obvious. "you flatter me too much, y/n" he said acting a bit shy to what you said a while ago.
the sounds of the sea ringed into your ears, as you watched the sun slowly go down. "hey. do you think we'll do this all the time? like forever?" jungwon suddenly asks. "what do you mean?" you asked back.
"i mean- coming here to the beach every after school, we're graduating soon... and-" "you'll miss me, won't you?" you asked then midway of his sentence, "i will. a lot" he said, small sadness evident in the tone of his voice. "didn't i say no matter where we are, we'll always be together? of course we're still going to do this!" you say trying to cheer him up.
the thought of moving away from him after high school actually broke your heart. honestly you wanted to stop loving him, you couldn't bare it all- and you didn't even have the guts to tell him.
but then again, love is way beyond our control, how can we ever stop loving someone?
jungwon looked at you while you looked at the sea, in deep thought. "what are you thinking about?" jungwon asked as you faced him. "nothing much, really, maybe you?" you said with a small laugh. "so cheesy, y/n" jungwon said, you'd make these type of jokes a lot.
as for jungwon- he was unsure of what he was feeling towards you- could he control it? no, because the feeling was unfamiliar, but one thing's for sure. it's that he never wants you to leave his side.
He feels his world crash around him as the words you spew reach his lightly tinted red ears. The weather outside is cold and it almost feels like it's purposely making it harder for him to breathe.
Jake knows he should be happy for you, he should be smiling and congratulating you but he can't seem to do it. He thought you'd be by his side for it all, he never expected to lose you so soon.
You were there when he struggled with training, when he was at his worst, when he was so close to quitting that it was only a walk away. He wants to hate you, to scream, or maybe cry, he isn't sure which one but he knows he can't. He knows that if you see him breakdown, you'll never leave and pursue your own dreams and Jake refuses to be the reason you stay.
It isn't until after, as he watches your figure disappear onto the plane that he cries, finally letting all his feelings out. His members drag him away as he sobs silently into their arms.
You miss their first come back, their first win and everything after. As time quickly slips away, Jake has fools everyone into believing he's moved on – he does it so well that he even fools himself.
Then he sees you, you're as beautiful as you were years ago, smiling brightly. Walking along the halls of his workplace straight to his members. He watches as you hug them one by one and finally as you pull away from his brothers they point towards him.
Jake swears he's never felt this way in his life, and as you stop right in front of him, his lips turn upwards hearing the sweet words he's been waiting to hear for years now.
"I told you I'd come back to you."
coco's love note: hehe here it is! if you saw this on enhacafe no you didn't <3
heeseung was fine with being alone. he listened to music alone, sat in the train alone, slept alone, everything was done solo. his life was quiet, and so as an escape he plugged his earbuds into his phone and laid on the grass looking at the stars. but suddenly, his life became loud. romantic loud. he was in love with you, your beautiful eyes, your captivating smile, even your sappy words. the boy now shared his earbuds with you, your bodies laying in the green field, tangled fingers. as his favorite song came on, he looked at you, the lyrics finally made sense.
first off, the comments enha has made. in fact, i DO believe that the comments directed towards sunoo is out of pocket and they fail to realize that bc they see it as a joke. however, we can not assume how their relationship is bc for one, none of us know them personally and will never know them personally.
second, educating and hating are two different things. yes, educate them that fatshaming is wrong and can harm a person mentally but the tweet that was posted has turned into shaming and labeling the members as a bully which only does more harm than good, which anyone can assume. please stop making your own conclusions to the situation as if you know what is actually happening.
finally, there is nothing with holding your favs accountable and i understand the intent the person was going for but the whole thing was passive-aggressive. there are more ways than one to go about with the situation.
i'm so so mad how this issue got out of control as other non engenes joins and act like they care but just straight up sending hate to other members. i love sn so much and he deserves way better than this.
muses, nishimura riki x gender neutral reader. content, tiktok made you do it.. or did it really? warning, two dummies in love.
there are just some things in life that you can't help but to regret. one happens to be accepting niki's invitation to hang out at his house. of course, hearing this must mean that you two will spend time together, right?
( spoiler alert: you were wrong, like so far away wrong. )
you could compare your perspectives on what 'hanging out' means to parallel lines — they're never going to intersect, never ever. and here you thought you'd left mathematics at school, sigh.
social media could only provide so much company before it got tiring to see different people trying out the same trend. heaving a deep sigh, you roll your swivel chair over to niki's desk where the owner spams his keyboard and mouse, eyes and ears blocked off to anything but sunghoon's commentary regarding the gameplay.
usually, it'd be difficult to just admire your boyfriend without him shying away so you take this opportunity to do so. the best part? he can't hold any qualms over this if he doesn't notice, that's how focused he is.
but you're going to change that, you're just not quite sure how.. yet.
if it was anyone else, you could have come up with something simple. but niki isn't anyone, he's your boyfriend— you can't get tired of calling him that, the giddiness has yet to wear off.
you sink into your thoughts, rummaging for ideas within the rabbit hole that is your mind. and then.. lightning strikes, and it hits in the form of that trend you were previously complaining about.
before you move, you think twice about your plan. you think about the possible outcomes and try to block out the negative ones. because really, what have you got to lose?
( the privilege to look at him in the eye again but who's noting that.. )
you take it slow, like a dip to test the waters, by resting your head upon his shoulder. a couple of his muscles tense, but he doesn't push you off and allows the two of you to sit like that.
so far, so good. then again, that was just the shallow end.
next, you swim a little further by sliding your hand along the surface of the table until it's close to his, only a few millimeters of space left behind. niki's skin feels like a flame has been drawn over it, that's how deeply affected he is by just the single brush.
he glances over at you, quickly sending a silent message that says, "what are you up to?"
of course, you initially feign ignorance and flip your hand over so your palm is open. and then, you nudge him again and makes sure he looks down at what you want him to see.
after that, it takes a count from one to three for the pieces to fall into the puzzle.
niki loses grip of his mouse and moves to take your hand in his but hesitates at the last moment. you furrow your brows, unsure why he seems to think that there's an invisible barrier preventing him from crossing.
but it all makes sense after he asks, "can i.. can i really hold your hand?"
you titter, because this boy is just too cute for your barely functioning heart, and nod. he wastes no time and clasps your hand with his, internally screeching over how they fit so well together, just like the two of you.
you two look a pair of fools, with those wide grins you wear and the coat of carmine dabbed on the apples of your cheeks. but do you care? no, because you're not just any dummy.
you're two dummies in love.
( and sunghoon believes it's right to comment that once the two of you recall his online presence. )
pairing: boyfriend! Niki x reader (ft. stressed! jungwon)
genre: fluff, crack
warnings: Jungwon gets upset lol
word count: 754 words
a/n: finals is tomorrow and im doing this shit??? ugh BUT AAAA ENJOY SOME BF! NIKI (boyfriend) AND BF! JUNGWON (best friend ifujhsi)
Jungwon knows for a fact that you, plus Niki, equals chaos. So when he hears that you two go to a cafe to quote-on-quote study, he knows what his duties are for the day.
So here you are now, stuck in the local library, forced to be quiet and read the book in your hands. There’s a permanent frown on your, and Niki’s, face, and a proud smirk on Jungwon’s.
Your boyfriend comes back with yet another Harry Potter book, you doubt he even read the other one though. It’s the third one in the series this time, and you can’t help but snicker at the thought of him dozing boringly at the first two.
Niki glances up at you when he hears the stifled laugh, biting his lip to contain his own. “Shh.” You two instantly stop laughing at Jungwon’s stern tone, biting the inside of your cheeks and looking at your lap.
And then in the span of just two minutes, the boring tension comes back. Just stupid words in front of you. You’ve read the page over and over, but the words just don’t seem to stick to your brain so you have to read it again. The book’s really boring.
You’re not sure what Niki’s thinking, either. He has a small smile on his face as he practically buries his head in the book, only the top of his white head peeking out. Is he... interested?
You purse your lips. How could Niki have fun reading?
You feel a nudge at your shin. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you simply shift away from whatever bumped into you. But then you feel the light push again. With a frown, you duck your head under the table, only to see Niki’s leg midway in the air, the tip of his shoe hovering over your leg.
You scowl, whipping your head back up, and you catch the sight of a victorious smirk on Niki’s face. He sets his leg down slowly, setting it on top of his other thigh. His victory doesn’t last long, not when you push tightly at his knee.
Astonished, your boyfriend peeks over his book, to see you hiding your smile with your palm, setting the book down to make some competitive eye contact with Niki.
And then you two are suddenly kicking each other, shoes shoving the other away, occasional dodges, but only a few successful. You won’t back down, neither will Niki, and this goes on and on before Jungwon starts to get suspicious.
The two of you have been awfully quiet, staring intensely at the book. Jungwon leans to check each book, was the plot that good? He checks his watch, 15 minutes has passed since he last hushed you two.
2 more minutes pass. Jungwon looks up to observe the both of you, stern eyes checking each and every detail. 1 more minute. Frozen, you don’t move, you only shift in your seats. You’ve been reading the same page over and over again for 5 minutes, it causes Jungwon to go even more curious.
Were you two spacing out? Talking to each other telepathically? Perhaps you were upset at each other.
Hundreds of assumptions swarm in Jungwon’s head as he watches your expressions grow harder and more.... determined? Was this a secret competition he didn’t know about?
Amongst thinking of so many possibilities, Jungwon suddenly feels a push at his shoe. He doesn’t mind it, it doesn’t even bother him as he shakes his thoughts off and decides to focus on studying.
He feels yet another kick, but this time on his other leg. Your friend hums quietly in confusion, leaning down to check what’s poking at him under the table. He sees both your legs tangled together, twisting every once in a while to kick the other’s leg. Jungwon isn’t surprised. Why isn’t he surprised?
He furiously gets up from his seat, throwing you two dirty looks. “I give up!” He gathers all his books and stationary, packing his laptop in his bag, “It’s impossible to get you two doing something normal!”
You can only snort at Jungwon’s pettiness, untangling your legs from Niki’s. You stand up after your best friend, beckoning Niki to do the same.
“Awe come on Jungwon! We’re sorry!”
“No! I do not hear anything!”
“Riki started it,”
“Babe don’t do me like that.”
You spend the rest of the day annoying Jungwon with Niki, and treating him to ice cream as an apology for making him so stressed.
➞ SUMMARY | "Jay didn’t know with certainty what could happen in the future, but he was sure of one thing: he loved you with his entire soul, and he wanted to spend the remaining time of his life with you. Because if you were by his side, he knew it: everything would be just fine."
➞ A/N | this is a repost from a fic but... it isn't like an actual repost?? because i rewrote a loooot of stuff in this fic + changed the name. anyways, i'm in love with jay as you can see. hope you enjoy this one!
The air escapes from your lungs for the umpteenth time and in that moment you swear to yourself: you’re never doing anything like this again.
Sure, there were a lot of pros in doing this, for example: the beautiful scenery that was just a few meters away from you, the fresh air lightly hitting your face and playing mischievously with your hair, the singing of birds flying freely through the sky, or the sun shining warmly on your skin.
But with this pain and fatigue flooding your whole body, the sweat dripping from your forehead looking like pouring rain, and the unbearable feeling of your clothes sticking to your body from the insufferable heat, the pros fall short compared to the negative points filling your mind.
You sigh, you failed your p.e class back in high school. Why would you do this? Free suffering? Probably you were a masochist.
“Hey turtle, are you tired already?"
A deep voice asks just a few meters away from you, his smile evident in his voice, and when you turn to see his face, you swear that not even the sun was shining as much as he was in that moment.
Of course, you remember why the hell you are here, the only reason that makes you forget the pros and cons; your boyfriend, Park Jongseong.
"Shut up. Instead of making fun of your girlfriend, you should help her.”
He purses his lips slightly while tilting his head, as if he was really questioning himself if he should help you or just keep climbing the big rock-filled path.
“And why should I do that?”
You scoff, “maybe because it was your idea to come hike, Jay. Climbing? Knowing that I am lousy at physical things? I just wanted to see moon lovers, Park Jongseong, not climb a damn mountain. ”
Something in Jay moves when he hears your complaints and sees your little pout adorning your lips; you’re definitely the cutest person his eyes have ever seen. He laughs with tenderness as he reaches down a little to take your hand and helps you climb to where he was, taking you by the waist as he helps you.
“You are lucky you’re pretty. I’m only helping you because of that solemnly reason.”
You hit him lightly on his arm and he laughs again.
After all, you decide that Park Jongseong is worth all the body aches and a thousand climbs of many more freaking mountains, if it means that you’re going to be able to see him being this cheerful.
“We have to rest.”
"We can’t, Y/n–“
“I didn’t ask you whether or not we could. We’re doing it either way.”
Jay rolls his eyes when he sees you take a sit on a rock there, setting your backpack aside. You smile innocently at him as you take out your bottle of water.
“We have rested ten times already in the past two hours,” Jay says, crossing his arms in disapproval as he shakes his head. “At this rate, we’re going to make it to the top of the mountain for New Year.”
“Great! We could start the year in the middle of nowhere”, you say with feign enthusiasm.
He doesn’t reply anything at your sarcastic remark, intestad the tall boy stares at you carefully, like he’s planning something against you. After a few minutes, he begins to slowly approach you with a serious face.
"Jay, what are you doing?”
He continues his slow and cautious steps without answering your question, biting his lip to suppress a smile that was trying to escape.
From one moment to another, the world turns upside down….
Literally.
Jay grabs your waist and carries you like a potato sack on his shoulder.
“Jay!” You yell at him in panic making him laugh out loud. It wasn’t the first time he carried you, but it could probably be the first time you fell on plain dirt and a rocky road.
“Time to leave sweetheart!”
He awkwardly begins to spin in circles with you still on his shoulder, making you cling more tightly to his shirt because you were starting to fear for your life.
“Park Jongseong, put me down right now!”
“And what if I don’t want to– ah, shit!”
Given the reason that he’s arguing with you, he doesn’t notice he accidentally steps on one of the branches of a tree that was lying around, causing him to trip and obviously, making both of you fall. Jay manages to place you on top of his body so you don’t receive the full impact, but that doesn’t mean hitting the ground was less painful.
“… Ouch.”
“Oh my god love, I’m sorry! Shit, shit, I’m so sorry!”, your boyfriend exclaims as he takes your face with his hands, brushing the hair out of your face. “God, are you okay Y/n?”
His eyes are full of regret and concern as he scans your face to see if you’re hurt. Your heart is filled with love in that moment because he looks so worried about you, he has that cute frown on his face and that lovable pout on his lips. The thing is, you can’t help but start laughing at the situation, and your chuckles only increase in volume when you see his expression morph into one of confusion. Taking one of his hands that was still in your face, you link his fingers with yours and bring it to your lips to leave a soft peck on the back of his hand. Jay sighs deeply and you don’t know if it’s out of relief because you’re fine, or out of annoyance because he was really worried that you could probably got hurt and he was the cause.
Gasp, maybe your weird antics right now were the result of a contusion.
As if you could read his mind, you inch your face closer to his and leave a small peck on his lips, followed by a: “I’m fine, Jay.”
He smiles relieved, now leaving several kisses on your face.
“Thanks god, I thought your last neuron died when we fell.”
You sigh, separating your face and flicking his forehead.
“I don’t understand your need to always ruin our cute moments.”
And now, he was the one giggling.
It was around six in the afternoon when you finally reached the top, and after a dumb victory dance from your boyfriend, a suffocating hug as his way to thank you, Jay wiping his fake tears from his face and saying “I didn’t think that you’d make it… And you still did it babe.” (by the way: wow, thanks for believing in me Jay, you think) and having taken a couple of pics; both alone and as a couple, you decided it was time to start preparing the tent and making a small bonfire because it would get dark soon.
After a while of having organized everything, the both of you find yourselves sitting there, enjoying each other’s company while watching the beautiful and immense green forest that was, little by little, getting illuminated by orange and yellow hues from the sunset.
There were so many things Jay was grateful for in his life, but now here, having you leaning right next to him, the golden sun shining on your skin making you look as ethereal as possible, he feels like he couldn’t describe how grateful he was for your existence.
So with a little kiss on your cheek, he brings you closer to him and tries to put his feelings into words.
“Meeting you is one of the best things that has happened to me in this life. Thanks for being here.”
You look up at him slightly, making the air in his lungs get caught because holy shit; you are surely the most beautiful person he has seen in his entire life.
“I love you,” he whispers, and you blink quickly, because you think your ears are definitely playing a prank on you.
You frown your eyebrows and tilt your head slightly, making him laugh in the process.
“Really?”
The boy leaves a kiss on your nose, then on your lips, and then he nods.
“Not gonna lie: I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”
His little chuckle is a silent one, but you feel his chest vibrate because of the closeness of your embrace.
When you met Jay, everyone said the same thing: kind boy, face carved by the same angels, warm personality, but definitely not good for relationships. And as cliché as it sounds, here you are.
His ‘cold’ stare and serious looks were definitely because of his personality, and after a while, you realized that you were perfectly made for each other.
Call it destiny, call it life, or maybe call it being soulmates, but here you are. Two hearts beating as one.
He takes a deep breath, starting to speak again.
”Me neither, but your clumsiness was what mainly made me fall in love with you.“ His eyes shine so bright that it seems that all the stars are concentrated within those two dark orbs. His smirk giving him away.
He was so fucking whipped for you, of course. But it wasn’t like he would admit it out loud to you.
"Park Jay? More like Park destroyer-of-romantic-moments Jay.” You shake your head in disappointment. “The worst thing here is that I love you too.”
A last kiss is left on your temple, hugging you closer and stronger against him than ever.
Jay didn’t know with certainty what could happen in the future, but he was sure of one thing: he loved you with his entire soul, and he wanted to spend the remaining time of his life with you.
Because if you were by his side, he knew it: everything would be just fine.
♡ after the breakup | the way that he used to (his perspective) ot7
⤅ heeseung:
heeseung can’t taste ramen the way that he used to. it no longer had the same warmth that it once did when you ate ramen together at 3 am without a care towards anyone else in the world. it didn’t feel right when you weren’t sitting across from him ranting about your day.
“it doesn’t taste the same,” he thinks to himself as he looks down at the bowl. yet how could it taste any different when it was made in a factory and had the same seasoning every damn time? as his tears mix into the broth,
“it’s saltier,” he whispers.
⤅ jay
jay can’t write the way that he used to. he continues to write letters to you, keeping them in a shoebox under his bed but words don’t do the loss of you justice. words can’t describe the way he feels himself losing his sanity like a ticking time bomb. he doesn’t know how to explain to people how his heart has ripped into shreds like play dough in a child’s hands. he has no idea how to tell anyone that the warmth you provided has faded like a forgotten cup of day old coffee left on the corner of a college student’s desk.
⤅ jake
jake can’t give layla a bath the same way that he used to. the two of you would fool around which led to bath bubbles all over your clothes and shrieks of laughter whenever layla would shake at the worst moment possible. it’s not as fun as it used to be when he washes her by himself. he feels his heart grow heavy when layla seems sad that he’s the one brushing her fur instead of you. sadness creeps its way into his heart when he dresses layla in a new outfit but he can’t share the pictures with you anymore.
⤅ sunghoon
sunghoon can’t warm his hands the way that he used to. he still feels the ghost of your fingertips in his hands. you used to tease him about his cold hands. told them that they were like icicles and eventually your fingers would fall off. he put on a show, rubbing his hands together for exactly 15 seconds then blowing on them for “extra warmth.” it’s different now, he can’t bring himself to perform that same routine. as he shoves his hands in his pockets disregarding how cold they feel, he can’t help but wonder if you were wearing a jacket now or freezing cold because you’ve always been so stubborn.
⤅ sunoo
sunoo can’t smile the way that he used to. it doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. everyone around him asks if he’s ok and when he responds he just hopes that his smile is fake enough that they’ll shrug it off and thankfully, they usually do. whenever he sees a pastry on the display window of a bakery, he doesn’t get that same burst of happiness the way that he used to because he can’t send you a picture. when he gets a taste of some good food at a new restaurant, he can’t help but frown that he won’t be able to take you there.
⤅ jungwon
jungwon can’t go to sleep the same way that he used to. he still feels your arms around his neck and your legs latch onto him as a baby koala does to its mother. his feet are cold without you by his side to keep them warm but he’s stubborn to put any socks on. he doesn’t know who to talk to about his day, doesn’t know how to close his eyes now that he’s lost the comfort of your safety.
⤅ ni-ki
ni-ki can’t laugh the same way that he used to. he used to feel giddy when his hyungs would run their hands through his hair, would laugh at a joke here and there, and would tease them. now it’s just hollow, fake, and forced. he misses your stupid jokes and how you’d pat his head a certain way. he misses the way you’d put frosting on the tip of his nose after getting a cupcake and he’d laugh after doing the same to you. he misses the tickling fights you’d have at 1 in the morning despite having a busy day tomorrow. he misses teasing you about your height and holding your phone above your head while you jumped up to get it.
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