#&team x reader

[jujuville]

in a turn of events from my burnout!yuma hcs i’m making him a grad school research assistant in his next fic <3

[reenubs]

Casual ?

Can things stay "casual" between you and your best friend ? Wc: 5.5k

Pairings : Bsf!Nicholas x afab!reader

Genre : (MDNI) Smut (such as cunnilingus and foreplay) , Slow-burn , Angst , Romance , Drama , Fluff , Some fighting (nothing too bad)

♡ ; First full fic im so excited aaaaa!! I'm putting my foot and ass in this so you better like it. Feel free to send me any requests but before that read my rules!! Happy reading!

Preview

"I like you. Nicholas." You spoke, your voice trembling, your body shaky as you confessed to him. Your heart thumping, almost like it was ready to burst out of your chest and run away. The silence was noisy. Too noisy, you could hear your own organs at work. Tears dwelling in your eyes as the tv screen flickered off, you didn't have any courage to look at him. You and Nicholas were sat on the couch, a wide space seperating you as you watched a movie in silence. No commentary on the movie, no laughter, no emotion. The silence wasn't comforting but it wasn't suffocating. You felt as if the half eaten pizza stared back at you as it sat on the table. Your confession lingering in the air, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him or cry. You could feel his stare burning into the back of your neck, "No.. I love you." You found a little courage in your heart to speak up again, your words floating around as you waited a little longer for a response. "I-" he finally spoke but you knew you had to stop him. "Just.. save it. I know you still love her."

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Buckets of rain poured down from the dark moon-lit sky, drumming at your windows almost as if it's begging to be let in. Your apartment had a heating system, so at cold times like this, your apartment is warm and toasty, as if you were laying in a large croissant that had just been freshly baked. You're snuggled up against your pillows, under your thick, cozy, warm blanket when all of a sudden you hear your doorbell ring. Not once.. not twice.. not thrice.. it just kept going, aggressively ringing in your ear as you groaned, getting up from your bed in your robe. You stomped to your front door, gripping onto the handle and swinging it open, revealing a soaking wet Nicholas. He lets himself in, your floor wet from all the droplets dripping from his clothes and hair. You sigh in frustration, "Nichol, why are you here? And why were you in the rain?" He didn't answer you. He just turnt his head to look at you as you spoke. A frown plastered on his face, his brows were furrowed, his jaw clenched, his eyes watery and puffy, looks like someone has been crying but why? He walked up to you, dropping his head to your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you as he sobbed uncontrollably. In his cold embrace, he looked for warmth in you. It was awfully soothing as both of your bodies were different temperatures, you hugged him back hoping it would bring even just a little bit of comfort to him. "She.. she broke up *hic* ..with me.." he managed to sniffle out, he raised his weight off of your shoulder to look at you, trying his best to wipe away his own tears. "Breathe, Nico. It's okay, I'm here."

Nicholas and his ex girlfriend had always argued, there was only non-stop back and forth all the time. Sometimes after arguments, Nicholas would invite you to come with him and his ex on a date they had planned out to figure out their feelings for each other. To mend everything back up after their fight. They looked like, and were, a really cute couple. Oh, and you? You were just a third wheel, pitching into whatever conversations they were having, sometimes even getting ignored while they laughed at each other's jokes. They would always hold hands and walk in front of you, even going as far as leaving you behind in your thoughts. Nicholas was your best friend and his ex girlfriend seemed sweet to you but she never got took the time to get to know you, so it was awkward. You didn't choose to have feelings for Nicholas. They just appeared over the years of being his friend. His comfort friend. His know-it-all friend. His ride or die. Sure, he would ignore you for his ex or even ditching your friendship get-togethers. He would even go as far as defending his ex when you told him she was bringing up the same things from the past, things that he had apologized for a million times, things that weren't even that big of a problem. He even defended her when you told him about leaving you alone at the bar with your other friends because she had a mere headache. You had no transport since you came with Nicholas, you had no choice but the walk home that night, alone, cold, needing someone to offer his jacket even though you said no, needing someone to take you home safe. You never thought once about telling him your feelings as they would probably break your bond with him or even leading to him and his girlfriend breaking up. But you were never the cause for this or so you thought.

He had been over to your apartment more than you could count. Since they had a shared apartment together, he would bring most of his laundry to spend nights over at your place. It was tucked away in the empty closet space you had for a long time, until now. He showered and dressed himself in the comfort of your apartment, throwing his wet clothes onto your robe that was already in the laundry basket as he moved towards the living room where you sat. He moved quietly to your kitchen, opening your fridge to find anything that would ease the still lump in his throat. The rain was the only thing that was heard from inside, both of you remained silent, you didn't ask him questions, didn't ask how he felt, the air felt different from how it usually is between the two of you. He walked over to you, sitting beside you, a tub of strawberry ice cream in hand. "Want some?" He asked, handing you a spoon he had grabbed for you beforehand. You nodded, leaning your whole body into the space that was between you two on the couch before scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and shoving it into your mouth. You melted into the couch, the flavour of strawberry, familiar on your tastebuds but you couldn't get enough of it, "you can eat the whole tub if it makes you feel better. I bought it for you anyway," you looked as him as he looked down with his sad eyes, playing in the ice cream with his spoon. "I won't.. but if I do, I owe you. I always do." He laughs, taking another small scoop of ice cream, his eyes finding your tilted head, looking at him up and down. "Do you?" You asked, returning to your side of the couch, he shook his head. "It's.. whatever, forget it." He takes scoops of ice cream little by little. As time flies, you found yourself showing him videos of you and him along with some of your other friends. You giggled, showing him all the silly videos you had but he didn't seem to reaction. He just smiled and nodded. Your apartment, his physical self, you. All of it becoming a blur as Nicholas tried everything to get his mind off of her, off of them but he just couldn't. He wanted to go back, to go back and try again with her, but doing that would only break him again. His mind kept drifting off to thoughts of his relationship with her. Every date they went on, every funny inside joke they had, every detail on her face, every beauty mark she felt insecure about, every time she smiled at him. The good memories he had of her were a few, the bad memories were by the thousands, he knew he couldn't go back to her even if he wanted to. There were good times but majority were bad because of her constant nagging and jealousy.

You caught on eventually, the smile from your face dropping, looking everywhere but Nicholas. You knew you couldn't help him, he couldn't help himself. You breathed out, trying to hold yourself back from forming a hole of sadness in your heart. The tub of ice cream on the table, melting away within minutes of being outside, the only thing that could comfort you right now. You take a scoop, swallow, it doesn't work. You felt like the hole was being drilled deeper into your heart, "Nicholas?" You called out, looking at his still sat figure, he didn't flinch, he didn't respond or look at you. He just stared blankly into nothing, thoughts flooding his mind like a tsunami. You stayed seated for a little, the awkward silence, the suffocating atmosphere. You sighed, a tear you hadn't noticed formed dropped onto your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, standing up from the couch, causing Nicholas to jump, also scaring you a bit. "Oh my gosh.. are you okay?" Your hand over your heart as you let out a sigh of relief, his lips parted slightly like he was about to say something but he didn't, instead he nodded silently. "Are you done with the ice cream?" He nodded again, like he was holding himself back from speaking. Because if he did, he would break down again. Your apartment only had one bed, so that meant Nicholas had to sleep on your couch, he was used to it though, he had already made it look like a cozy looking bed. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." After you put the ice cream back into your freezer, you marched your way towards your bedroom until you freezed as you heard him say, "Wait.." you looked at him, confused. "What?" His lips parted again, only for him to shake his head. Basically wasting like 8 seconds of your life.

You finally settled into your bed once more, fully letting yourself sink down into the mattress, engulfed in your thick blanket. Just as you're about to shut your eyes, you heard a knock on your bedroom door, "Come in." Nicholas stood there completely still, almost scaring you. "I don't.. I don't think I can sleep alone tonight.. Can I.. sleep on your bed?" You smiled warmly, patting the other side of your bed, motioning him to lay there. This wasn't foreign to you. You used to sleep on the same bed at sleepovers. Ever since he got a girlfriend though, he stopped. Obviously to respect her boundaries, you understood that too. But you had to admit you were just a tad bit jealous. His body sinking down into the mattress, turning over to you as you had your head propped up on your hand. "It's been so long.. well, don't let the bedbugs bite." You fell back on your bed, turning away from him, your back facing him. You clinged onto your pillows, your heart still hurting from him ignoring you, you knew it wasn't intentional, but it still hurt you. It hurt to see someone who you loved so dearly, forget about you in an instant whenever he thought about his ex. The feeling of your stomach churning, your face tensed up as a wave of depression flowed over your relaxed body when you realized you would never stand a chance against her, you probably would never experience Nicholas the way she did. Your eyes watery just from the thought, you couldn't let him hear you cry as he was right behind you. You didn't want to but it came out on it's own. You sobbed into your pillow for the rest of the night until finally falling asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open, revealing a sleeping Nicholas. You couldn't help but stare at his face, how could someone be this handsome? Even at the crack of dawn. You shake your head, knowing you probably won't have any chance. He let out soft snores, his mouth slightly ajar as you rubbed your eyes, trying to get the blur out of your vision, sitting up on your bed. The sunlight beaming through your curtains, the warm of the sun burning comfortably into your skin, you stretched your arms out, yawning before looking at the time. Nicholas slept like a zombie while you got up and got yourself ready for the day, cooking up a storm for you and him while listening to your favorite playlist, trying a dance or two you had seen online. "Is that your way of dancing?" A deep raspy voice echoed through your apartment followed by a chuckle, his hair ruffled, skin clear, his smile almost like a cat's. "I woke up and you were gone." He sat on a stool at the kitchen island, you passed him his plate, fluffy pancakes covered with powdered sugar, syrup and topped with two strawberries cut in half. "I was making you breakfast. Atleast be grateful." You pouted. He shrugged and took a bite, his eyebrows furrowed, nodding as the taste exploded in his mouth. This was his way of being grateful, I guess. "You always know how to comfort me." He flashed you his smile before taking another bite, trying to savour the flavour. You smiled back, feeling warm inside. Maybe.. some part of him feels the same way you do.

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Days passed, seeming as if Nicholas had forgotten about her long ago, like she never existed. Which scared a part of you, what if you guys never speak again if you confess and would he forget that you existed in a snap of a finger? You had to go pick up some things at the grocery store so you had asked Nicholas to tag along and he did. Not too long after grocery shopping, you stopped at a nearby cafe in the area. It was one of your favorites, maybe even one of Nico's favorites too since he had been going to it ever since you introduced him. After ordering your drinks, the both of you decided to walk around for a bit while sipping on whatever your order was. "I used to take her there, you know?" You turn to look up at him, you deadpanned him as he brought her up. "Nicholas. Can you not." "I know. I don't care about her anymore, it's fine." You both started walking back to his car by then in complete silence, you didn't want to say a word, you completely ignored him before asking, "what should we have for dinner?" "Hmm, pizza maybe? We can watch a movie while eating?" You nodded, you couldn't say no to it, you weren't planning to. Whatever he wanted, you were going to agree with, to sort of comfort him a bit.

The pizza you ordered arrived, the movie was picked out specifically by Nicholas. "The Notebook? I wanted to watch it with her but I have you now." You just gave in to him, seeing him smile ever so brightly. "You always had me." You mumbled, not enough for him to hear. You wish. You could only wish he had loved you back. It had you thinking, what if you confessed before he had gotten to know her? He only ever spoke to her because you pushed him to. Thinking she would just be another good friend to both of you, but it became different as the years went by, they spent everything together. Nicholas left you behind to be with her, like a distant memory he'll soon forget. The movie flashes, you're half in your thoughts, half into the movie but you were mostly following the movie. It was heartbreaking, to see Martha being left behind because Noah had found Allie again. Almost like you and Nicholas, you don't know if he'll leave and go back to her again. You never know, but you know that he will eventually want to try again. You know him too well. He's already thinking about it since he's bringing her up every time something reminds him of her. Your stomach filled with anxiety, you were at your breaking point. You glanced over at him, sitting right next to you but there was a space in between you both. There was always a space. A distance seperating you two. That space represents his ex girlfriend. You felt as if that space would be there forever. You couldn't tell if it would be, you just felt it.

You swallowed nothing, your heart racing like you were going down a rollercoaster, "Nicholas." "Hm?" He responded, his eyes glued to the screen, he didn't even turn to fully look at you. "I like you.. Nicholas." A tension headache slowly creeping in, your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest and run away from you in this moment. You were hoping it would do that, you'd be saved from his reply. Your head turned away from him, from the screen, the half eaten pizza still sitting on the table, almost as if it's judging you. "I like you too." He smiled, eyes still glued on the movie. You guys said this to each other too many times before, it became something that was normal between just friends, little did he know, you actually meant it deep down inside. You sighed, saving the last bit of courage to speak again, "no.. I love you, Nicholas. Not as a friend." He slowly turned to you, noticing your body language had changed, your head facing the wall, not even bothering to look at him. Your eyes teary, you could barely hold in your tears, you softly sniffled, your breath shaky, the confession lifted some weight off your shoulders but the pain still there. His hand reached the tv remote, pressing on the 'off' button as he fully shifted his body to face you, "I-" "Just save it, don't waste your time. I know you still love her." You got up from where you were sitting, still not able to face him, you left him alone in the living room. Falling onto your bed, you let it all out, you screamed into your pillows, sobbed into them. You were curled up in your bed, crying yourself to sleep. The worst part is, Nicholas could hear everything on the couch. He laid there, arm resting on his head as he heard you. Every little squeaky cry, every sniffle was from the bottom of your heart.

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You hadn't spoken to him in days, even though he was still in your apartment, every time he tried to start up a conversation, you just went into a room he wasn't in or completely ignored him. Nicholas felt guilt. Too much guilt. Realizing how much he hurt you. How much he left you for her, but even if he wanted to be there for you, his ex would stop him. She never really liked you, never tried to show it to you but she did to Nicholas. She always thought you were stealing him from her. She was always jealous of you from the start but she'd never admit to it. The arguments? She started all of them, never missing the chance to sneak you into it. The reason they broke up? Because of you. She didn't like you at all, the thought of him being with you sickened her. She always told Nicholas about you being sketchy, Nicholas could only try to defend you but when he did, "then be with her!" She would shout at him, he was exhausted of her. He never told you this until he caught you in the kitchen, making something for yourself to munch on.

"She never liked you." He confessed as he silently sat on the bar stool, trying so hard not to scare you away but the second you heard his voice you were already walking out of the kitchen. He got up, gripping lightly on your wrist, you turned around, you were irked. "Please.. just listen. I want to talk to you. I have to." There you were, sitting on your couch again, just like that night you confessed. A space. Always a damn space. Until Nicholas moved closer, trying to break the tension in the air, he rested his hand on your knee, making slow circles, like he's trying to his best to keep you there. He told you everything, confessing that his feelings for her grew weaker whenever he stayed in your apartment. He would forget about the stupid arguments they had about you, forgetting the way she would judge you after the three of you went out together. He could finally admit she was frustrating to be with, finally opening up to you like he should have the night they broke up. He would only mention her a few times with you since he missed being in love, missed being in love with someone who wasn't her, missed being in love with you. Before he even got to know her, he was all about you. He looked for you in everything, even in his own girlfriend. He knew it wasn't right, it will never be but you were always on his mind during dates. Even the ones where they both left you behind, he looked for you. Not her, dragging him away from you, just you, looking back to find you as you faded into the crowd of people. Hoping some day it would be you. Turns out, you were always his "Allie".

As much as he hated to admit that he missed some things about her, he still loved you deep down and couldn't deny any of his feelings. He never got the chance to tell you, before and after getting a girlfriend. He was so caught up in respecting her while she kept disrespecting you, it felt like he was trying to juggle both of you in hand, knowing one of you would leave soon enough but still hoping that it wouldn't be you. He felt a sense of joy whenever he's with you. A feeling she wasn't able to give. "I love you too, _____. You mean the world to me." Your head was plastered to the wall, staring at it blankly as you heard the words escaping from his mouth. "I feel like I wanna try again.. not with her.. but this time.. with you?" Every wave of emotion washed over you, you couldn't comprehend what was going on. As if God had given you a chance in this trashy world. You turned to him and blinked, shocked, flustered, like a deer caught in headlights. You freezed up on the spot, not knowing what to respond with. You pinch yourself, trying to see if it's just a dream but it stings. "Oh nico.." you pulled him into a hug, you could feel how much his heart was beating against yours. He rest his head on your shoulder, taking your hand in his own, and you embraced each other for a while.

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Nicholas and you were now officially dating. His ex moved out of the shared apartment they had together, leaving it in his care as she found herself settling elsewhere. You could care less about what his ex had to say about you or him. You always thought her sweet side was always too good to be true. Your instincts were right. Now, you could do all the lovey dovey things with him without having to be left behind. You had left Nicholas in your apartment for a girls day out, with your friends, Dina and Josey. "Wait baby, don't go.." He pleaded as he pouted, begging you to stay with him for the rest of the day but you had already booked reservations. "Relax, you can handle some hours without me. Besides you're picking me up anyway." You skipped over to the door, waving goodbye to him as he reciprocated. Your friends already waiting for you in the restaurant, excitingly waving and hugging you, congratulating you on bagging the finest man alive. You had told them some of the stuff that happened but now you were going to tell them everything that happened and how it happened. "Ugh.. she's such a bitch.. who said that!" Dina covered her mouth, looking around as the both of you giggle at her. "No but seriously why does she not like you? It's not like you would take her man. I mean.. you kinda did.." You shrugged, your friends were always supportive of you, always backing you every single chance they get and you were glad. They were mutuals friends with Nicholas, they knew his girlfriend, not as good as they know you though. They always told you she had a vibe to her that they couldn't explain.

Time flies when your having fun, your girls day comes to an end, the food at the restaurant utterly delicious, you had to order something for Nicholas before you left. You and your friends were still sat at the table, sipping on the last bit of wine you had left. All of a sudden, you felt somebody tap your shoulder. You turned around. It was her. Nico's ex. The energy shifted, your friends's eyes stuck onto her as she spoke, "hey! I didn't know you'd be here.. can I sit with you?" She flashed a coy smile, moving over to the empty seat next to you. "I'm sitting right over there.. I'm on a date right now, I just came over to say hi." Oh okay because we were dying to know right, you thought. You nodded, not really wanting to talk to her since you really knew what she was behind that sweet appearance. "Not with Nicholas.. me and him broke up about 2 weeks ago." "Oh, I know.. he told me.. he's been staying at my place." You took a sip of your wine, looking at your friends as they held back their laughter. She scoffs, looking at you up and down, "so what? Are you guys fucking now? Were you guys always fucking?" You shook your head, "no, you're getting the wrong idea.. we wouldn't do that to you. We are now, though. Sorry to break it to you." She gasped, she stood up, towering over you with a finger pointed in your face, "I knew you wanted my man! I always knew, but he was too dumb to see through you!" You could feel her anger radiating off of her, so you matched her bitter energy. You stood up and mimicked the way she pointed her finger in your face. "Who's man? Mine?" You could only giggle at her being so pissed at you. Smack! She hit you, your friends watch in awe. Your mouth hung open, slowly turning towards her and slapped her back. You grabbed her by her hair, 3 uppercuts to her chin. You're on top of her, continuously beating on her, not letting her get up for even a second. Eventually, your friends and security had stepped in, dragging the both of you away from each other. The crowd in the restaurant watching in absolute awe as you felt arms wrap around your waist. You turned around, it was Nicholas. Your friends still checking on his ex, she was looking at you with pure hatred, with a bloody lip and a knotted forehead, it's almost like you could see the flames in her eyes. "Baby.. let's go home and get you cleaned up." Nicholas dragged you away from the ruckus, thanking your friends for taking care of you and took you and the food that was bought for him to his car. His ex looked at him in sorrow, "Nicholas!" She called out to him, sobbing as her date came in to wipe her lip, blocking her view of Nicholas. Now she was the one wishing he was there for her. He didn't glance at her once, his main focus was you. Checking on you to see if you had any wounds on your face but to his surprise, you were clean. You knew she regretted slapping you.

You finally reached home, it was dark outside. The food you had bought for Nicholas sitting on the kitchen island, waiting to be eaten. Nicholas got an ice pack for you as he saw some swelling on your cheek from the previous slap, placing it on your cheek as he held it in place. His eyes still scanning your face for any bruises, he found nothing, just your eyes A sigh of relief escaping from his lips, his other hand resting on your other cheek, caressing you. "This will stop any unnecessary swelling.. I love you, don't ever get hurt." He brought your forehead to his, keeping it there for a while as he closed his eyes, he slowly pecked your lips. The peck turning into something more, his lips never wanting to leave yours. He let the ice pack drop onto the floor beside the couch as he guided you back unto the couch, laying you down whilst your lips stayed connected. "Mmm.. I love you too Nichol.." you managed to let out, the words lingering inside Nico's head as your lips locked together, becoming sloppier by the second as he slid his tongue into your mouth. He was such a good kisser, his hands feeling all over your body before making it's way over to your lower body. He slowly broke the kiss whilst still continuing down your body, nibbling and licking at your neck, every inch of him moving cautiously towards the waistband of your pants. He looked up at you, "Can I?" You nodded aggressively, he slid them down, revealing your black laced panties you had put on just for him incase. His hand on your inner thigh, spreading you open so his head could fit in between. His fingers moving over your panties, rubbing small circles on the already wet fabric as he looked up at you throwing your head back on the arm rest of the couch, letting out your sweet soft whimpers. He smirked, you could feel his hot breath on you, the grip on your thigh tightened as he moved in. His tongue scraping at the fabric of your panties, flicking it over your clothed sensitive bud.

You bit your lips and tried so hard to suppress all your noises so the neighbours wouldn't hear, "let it out for me, yea? They have to hear what I do to you." You gave in, letting your lips go. Nicholas couldn't care less about what the damn neighbours heard. He softly bit at your panties, pulling them aside with his teeth, revealing your bare self. "Hmm.. look at me while I enjoy my meal, baby." You felt him hum against you, a gasp leaving your lips as you returned your gaze to him almost immediately. His hungry eyes stayed on you, like a lion ready to devour it's prey. His lips wraps around your bud, part sucking, part licking as one of his hand moved over to your clothed breasts the other stayed at your thigh. He slipped his hand underneath your t-shirt, squeezing gently as he caresses your already hard nipple. He was eating you out like he was starved for days. Eating you out like he always wanted to. Eating you out like his real food wasn't on the kitchen island. His eyes stayed on you the whole time and you returned that fucked out look, trying to keep your eyes from rolling back. His eyes are so seductive you think could nut just from looking into them. His mouth latching onto your clit, he removed his hand from your thigh, coating his fingers with your slick for easier access. He slid his fingers into you slowly, curling them up at the right time and instantly found your g-spot with how loud your moans were getting. His fingers thrusting deeply inside you as you arched your back, grinding into his face you chased your own high against him. The way he looked up at you, the way his fingers moved in and out of you and curled at the right spot, you felt like you had entered heaven. You crashed onto him, your juices spilling onto his fingers, some on his face. You whimpered out his sweet name repeatedly as you shook through your orgasm, Nicholas laid beside you on the couch wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into another kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips, he kissed you passionately before pulling away and nuzzling himself into your neck. He breathed you in like you were fresh air, "You did so well, my love." He said, placing gentle kisses on you neck before he looked at you, a playful smirk gathered on his lips, "let's continue this in bed, hmm?" He brushed his nose against yours before pecking your lips, you smiled "anything for you." Finally feeling at home with the man you always wanted and you had him wrapped right around your fingers now.

[luvyeni]

• fight dirty . ִֶָ་. ་༘

⌗fightdirty— you need to keep your ex away and he needs a place to stay .. it’s a match made in heaven

( murata fuma x fem!reader ) • warnings. fake relationship , boxer!fuma , plot heavy lowkey , little bit of angst , blood ( fuma gets beat up ) , tension, unprotected sex , multiple sex scenes , doggystlye , finger sucker , missionary , car sex , language 𓄵 word count. 10000 { back to library }

( yeni’s note ). heavily based on a shorts drama that was trending a few weeks ago .. i just switch some of the plot cause some parts i didn’t like in the drama , and i didn’t want to take the entire thing.. it’s a lot…

you knew fuma ; everyone knew of fuma on the campus , he was pretty popular despite being the quiet type , he didn’t really talk to anyone except his small group of friends. you two shared a class but you sat in front with all your friends and he sat alone.

the two of you never really crossed paths much , especially since your now ex boyfriend was a jealous person and wouldn’t like it if you did anyway — but you needed him at the moment seeing as that ex boyfriend was currently following behind you as you quickly tried to get away from him. “fuma!”

all fuma wanted to do was get to his next class so he could get to the gym and train for his next fight. the world cut off due to his headphone , he didn’t hear you calling him until he felt a thump against his back , your arm hooking with his. he snatched his headphones off , looking down at you. “what are you doing?”

before you could answer the question , the answer came running up to both of you. “come on.” the boy in front of you reached for your arm , you snatched it away. “yn don’t act like this.” fuma stood there watching it all go down , all he wanted was to get to class then the gym , but sometimes was telling him not to leave you with him.

“i told you i don’t want to be with you.” you shouted. “why are you doing this? you cheated on me!”

“don’t be stupid i told you she meant nothing to me.” he tried to justify it. “it was one hook up , maybe two and after that i ghosted her , i realized i fucked up baby you gotta give me a chance.” you weren’t letting up , on breaking up with him and the grip on fuma's arm getting stronger — your ex finally addressing the fuma in the room.

“this dickhead seriously? it’s been barely a week since you broke up with me and you’re already dating a loser.” fuma stepped in front of you , clearly showing off his height and strength against your ex. “serious yn you can’t be this desperate for dick.”

“please just go.” you said. “i want nothing to do with you.”

“fine be a bitch then.” he scoffed. “that necklace? yeah you’re never getting it back.” he gave fuma one last glare before running off , the boy turned to you , you quickly unhooked your arm , smoothing your clothes out from running through half the campus.

“thank you.” he didn’t say anything already late for class ; he was just trying to get out. “he’s been bothering me for weeks.” you were about to let him walk away when the idea popped into your head , quickly linking your arm with his again. “can you walk me to class?”

he hadn’t said much of anything , so it was a bit of a surprise when he opened his mouth — but it didn’t surprise you what he said next. “no.” he tried to walk away but you held on to his arm. “let me go.” he said flatly , he glared at you , but you didn’t let down.

“please walk me to class , i know he’s gonna find me and then im fucked.” you pleaded with the boy. “you’re bigger and stronger than him , he won’t bother me if you’re there.” he could’ve easily pushed you out of the way ; he really didn’t want to have much to do with you and whatever drama you had going on.

“i’m not a guard dog.” he said.

“don’t think of it as that , think of it as walking me to class and to my car everyday , and occasionally hold my bag when i get tired , and protecting me from crazy people such as my ex.” you smiled — you were dead serious. “easy peasy.”

“so even worse than a guard dog?” he said. “you want me to be your boyfriend?” he stopped in front of your class , taking your hand off his arm. “i’m not interested , i have a shit tone of other things to worry about then you , i’m sure there are a million other jacked up dick heads around here who would love to be your personal slave , go find them.” he said , before you could interrupt his rude speech his phone rang , he opened up , reading a message you couldn’t see — but whatever it was pissed him off “fuck.”

“what is it?” you asked, seeing his face turn into a scowl. “what’s wrong?” he didn’t say anything , just looking at you before running in the opposite direction. “what about your class?!” you didn't get an answer , just the back of his head running down the hall.

“since when do you converse with the likes of fuma?” your friend asked once you sat down. “ and since when does he speak to anyone but his friend ?”

“since i asked him to walk me to class since you know who wouldn’t leave me the hell alone , i asked fuma could he continue to walk me to class and to my car for a awhile , but he told me no.” you frowned. “then he ran away after getting a call.” you shrugged. “i don’t know , all i want is my necklace back , you know who said he won’t give it back.”

“he’s probably going to that gym.” she said. “nicholas goes there all the time against my wishes , but what can i do? it makes him money.”

“going to the gym? to make money… what does that mean?” you asked , the professor walking in , your friend leaned in so you could only hear.

“boxing , he does it underground.” she said. “they make a shit ton of money doing it.” she pointed to her new luxury bag. “he got me just from one fight.” she exclaimed. “it’s illegal , but what can i do , he’ll do it anyway , at least i get a new bag out of it. we can go if you want like? i’m sure weno won’t mind.”

you agreed even though you were extremely weary — so after the class ended you found yourself driving to a dingy gym. “um, is it safe to park my car out here?” she shrugged.

“nicholas has a motorcycle , i would never bring my own car here.” she got out of the car , ushering you to get out. “come on , he’s waiting for me.”

you could hear the screaming coming from outside the door , you clutched your bag. “uh that doesn’t sound right.” she pushed the door open , where a screaming crowd was surrounding a ring , two people in the middle punching each other , one clearing losing. “what the fuck is this? that man is being killed.” you exclaimed , confused on how everyone was okay with this.

“okay calm down he’s fine.” she said. “oh shit that’s fuma.” she said. “he normally wins.”

“clearly he isn’t now , his face is covered in blood.” you watched between your fingers , cringing at all the brutality of it. “i can’t watch this.” you turned to go back to your car , your friend stopping you. “wait look, he's getting back up.”

by some miracle fuma was able to regain himself , knocking the man down , grabbing his hair to hold him in place , landing three hits to the man’s nose sending him to the ground , the crowd erupted into cheers , some happy some disappointed with the win. “you see i told you , he’s good , he probably just was having an off day , but he almost always redeems himself.”

you watched as the scrape the man off the ground , fuma standing over him covered in blood — his eyes finding yours , soon he was making his way over to you. “girl why does he look so pissed?” you took a step back as he got closer , before you could retreat , he was grabbing your arm , dragging you out of the gym.

“ow that hurts.” he let your wrist go.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he said angrily. “i told nicholas to stop bringing his girlfriend here.” he spoke harshly making you flinch , his hands still covered in another person’s blood.

“is he okay?” you asked. “are you okay , you’re bleeding from the head.” he pushed your hand away.

“it’s a cut , i’m won’t die.” he said. “i told you i don’t have time for this shit i don’t have time to deal with whatever you have going on , go home.”

“only if you agree to what i asked.” were you extorting him? “you help me and i go home and don’t call the police.” your arms folded. “i’m sure your friends won’t be too happy losing money.” yes you were extorting him.

“you’re extorting me into being your fake boyfriend?” you nodded. “don’t tell people that though , i’ll sound desperate.” you said. “i am but the people don’t need to know that.”

it was silent between you two for a few seconds , he looked you dead in the head , but you could tell he was thinking — before he spoke up. “i need a place to stay?”

“excuse me?”

“i’ll help you , if you help me , i need a place to stay for a few days to figure some shit out.” your arms falling to the sides. “i’ll do it only if you let me crash at your place.”

it was your turn to think , continue to face harassment or let fuma stay with you in exchange your ex would leave you alone. “fine.” you said. “but let’s get out of here before that guy comes out and kills you.”

you pulled up into your long driveway , stepping out of the car , heels clicking against the concrete. “come on.” you said.

“with a big house like this why can’t your dad just get you a bodyguard or something?” you turned on the steps stopping. “what?”

“what do you think my dad does?” he shrugged , following you up the steps. “he can’t just have a guard on payroll follow me around the university , plus it would fucking embarrassing.”

“and what it is your dad?” he asked.

“he’s a district attorney.” he stopped in his tracks. “i can’t fucking be here when your dads a district attorney.”

“he’s hardly here , i basically have the whole house to myself.” you unlocked the door. “come in before the neighbors see you and assume you’ve kidnapped me and are gonna torture me in my own home.”

closing the door , you guided him up the steps to your room. “you can stay in here.” you said , pointing to your closet. “in there.”

“i have to sleep in your closet?” he asked , dropping his bag on the floor.

“it’s a walk in.” throwing your bag on the bed , taking your shoes off. “go take a shower.” you pointed to your bathroom. “go.”

he stepped to you , your eyes widening a bit , you coughed nervously as he spoke up , his body tower over yours. “you can stop bossing me around , thank you.” he turned walking towards the bathroom. you let out a breath once he was out of earshot. “yo , what the fuck is up with your shower?”

you knocked on the door , towel in your hand. “can i come in?”

“yeah.”

you pushed the door open , he stood in your bathroom; he was shirtless and in his underwear. “why isn’t it coming on?” he pointed. “daddy forget to pay the water bill?” you rolled your eyes , walking over to the shower.

you turned the shower on , turning to him. “not that hard was it?” you handed him the towel. “don’t soak my floors , and wash your hair.” you said , he grabbed the towel from your hand , both of you looking into each other’s eyes. “what?”

he smirked. “you gonna stand there and watch me shower? i didn’t see you as a perv princess.” you slapped his chest , walking out of the room , flustered. “keep your dirty clothes in here , i’ll wash them when my dad leaves tomorrow.” closing the door behind you.

“girl why was he so pissed about you being there?” your friend spoke over the phone , the water still running. “nicholas said he barely said anything , just collected his money and left.” she said “he barely says anything regularly so.”

“not sure.” you looked around the room for your first aid kit. “i just took him home afterwards.” deciding not to tell her he was sleeping in your closet.

“are you two like sleeping around , i didn’t peg him for your type , giving your past.” you finally found the kit , throwing it on the bed. “i’m not judging; well a little bit but not as much — just fuma? really?”

the bathroom door opened , the boy stepped out , shirtless in some sweats , you put your finger to your mouth listening to your friend. “we aren’t sleeping together , i was just a ride , im not baring his children.” he smirked , you rolled your eyes , pointing to the bed. “sit.” you whispered.

“so bossy.” he said , sitting down.

“listen i have to go study.” you said , giving an excuse to give her. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“since when did you study?”

“bye.” hanging up , tossing your phone on the bed. “where’s your shirt?”

“are you keeping me as your dirty little secret or something , can’t tell your friends i’m staying with you?” you picked up the kit , walking over to him. “you embarrassed of me?” he teased.

“severely.” you pushed his legs apart , standing in between them , taking out what you needed from the kit. “sit still.”

“what are you do- ow fuck!” the sting from the alcohol shocked him , he grabbed both of your wrist , pinning them down. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“i’m cleaning the wound so it won’t get infected and die.” he removed his hands from your wrist. “be grateful.” he let you , covering the cut in neosporin , then a bandaid , throwing the kit back on the floor. “i’ll get that later.”

“i made you a pallet on the floor there.” you said , pointing to the closet. “plenty of pillows so it’s comfortable.” you smiled , he scoffed , shaking his head.

“thank you.” he said. “it’s better than nothing.”

“this is the most you’ve ever talked to me.” you said , not even realizing you were still standing in between his legs. “i finally know what you actually sound like.” he quickly stood up , surprising you , you almost fell back , he grabbed your waist holding you.

“in what way would have even talked if it wasn’t for this agreement.” he asked , you nodded pretending to not be flustered. “and what is that princess?”

“we-well my friend is dating your friend , that makes us friends by proxy.” you said matter of fact. “we’d eventually talk , maybe.”

“yeah i don’t think that’s a thing.” he said , his hand squeezing your waist. “i’m pretty sure your friend is using nicholas for money and his status as a fighter , you know sorta like using you me for protection.” you could feel his breath on your lips — he was so close. “so no , I don't think we’re friends by proxy.”

you two could’ve kissed had he got any closer , he pulled away , leaving you breathless. “im going to bed , goodnight princess.” he walked into the closet , closing it. you covered your flustered face , hiding a squeal as you jumped into the bed , covering your face with the pillow.

the next day he fulfilled his promise , he still kept one headphone on as he walked you to your class. “meet me at the door after this class , try not to be late.” you said. “and don’t look so mean like you’re being held captive.”

“i am.” his hand shoved into his pocket. “but i’ll be here , so stop being so bossy.” you were about to say something when your ex came stomping down the hall , straight towards you. “what does this asshole want?”

your ex shouted out your name , you flinched , stepping behind him , before he could even approach you , fuma wrapped his arms around your shoulders , shielding you away from him , continuing to walk down the hall leaving him where he stood. “fucking annoying.” he grumbled.

“thank you.”

“you seriously need to at least try and defend yourself , you just stood there he could’ve hurt you.” he said. “what would you have done?” you shrugged , and he nodded. “of course you don’t.” the two of you stood in front of your class. “you need to learn to defend yourself.”

“why when i have you?” you smiled , the boy shook his head; you were helpless.

“bye.” he put his headphones in , but he didn’t have any music in , and you knew that — he could hear you calling his name , he shook his head but kept walking.

“just be here later!” you shouted as he turned the corner. you walk into your class , finding your seat , where your friend was waiting , a smirk on her face. “what?”

“just a ride my ass.”

it was different having someone around your house , you normally ate in your room , but today you found yourself sitting at the dining table with fuma , watching him study while eating the greasy pizza. “what the hell are you even studying?” you asked. “what is all this?”

“doesn’t matter , it’ll pay the bills in the long run and i won’t be miserable.” he barely looked up at you. “you don’t have anything to do , except stare at my face?”

“i studied when i got home earlier and you went to the gym” you said , it was a complete lie , you took a nap — that doesn’t matter though. “for like a good hour.”

“wow one whole hour , i’ll remember that when i need a lawyer in the future.” you slapped his arm.

“that’s not funny , i’ll be a good lawyer.” you pouted. “everyone says so.” he smiled , like actually smiled. “oh my god i got you to smile.” you exclaimed. “this is progress.” you nodded.

“not it’s not.” his smile dropped , he turned back to his books , but you knew what you knew. you were about to say something , when you heard the shouting of your name , both your eyes widening. “i thought your dad is never home.”

“clearly he is now.” you searched around , settling on the table. “get down.” you pushed his shoulders. “down under the table.” he tried to protest but you just shut him up , pulling the table cloth over making him invisible — just as your dad came into the dining room , sitting down. “dad!” you exclaimed. “you’re home early.”

“just for a break.” he took a seat , your fingers tangling in fumas hair tugging on it so he moved over , his head resting in between your thighs , you could feel his breath on them , your thighs twitching , his hands holding your knee. “have to go back in soon.”

“this case is killing me.” he said , fixing his tie. “these damn illegal fighting rings , trying to get a crack down on them , they aren’t safe.” under the table fuma was toying with your socks , realizing he was sitting in between your skirt — where he could very well see your panties , smirking he continued to fuck with your sock.

“i mean yeah they’re beating the hell out of each , but how bad are they?” you asked , stepping on his hand to stop him he bit down on his lip. “ like no one’s dying right?”

“that’s exactly what’s happening , they’re beating each other to pulp and there have been a few deaths , the DA’s are pissed and want this case solved.” he didn’t look up from his phone.

“death?” your fingers still in his hair when you felt his bite your inner thigh , you yelped , tugging on his hair hard. “fuck!”

“are you okay?” your father asked , full of concern.

“just period cramps don’t worry.” you waved him off. “so people are dying in these fights?”

he nodded , his phone ringing. “hold on.” answering the phone , he talked on it for a while you can watch him get frustrated before hanging up. “i have to go.” he stood up fixing his suit. “i’ll be in late tonight , make sure to clean all this up.” you nodded , he gave you a kiss to your forehead before rushing back out.

you let out a sigh , pushing your chair back. “why did you do that?” you looked down in between your thighs , a bite mark prominent. “look what you did.” you said. “are you an animal? biting me!”

“i could see your pretty pink panties, i could’ve done worse.” he smirked , standing up , fixing his clothes. “be lucky it was just a bit.” remembering what your dad said , you slapped his arm. “ouch , okay i’m sorry.”

“why didn’t you tell me people died.” you said , he shrugged. “you don’t know , god i thought you just beat each other up.” he scoffed.

“no one ever died at our gym , so it doesn’t matter.” he said. “why you worried about me?” he said towering over you. “don’t want me to get hurt?”

“well i don’t want you to die , but if they beat you up then that’s fine.” his smirk dropped , he grabbed your wrist , pushing you against the table. “fu-fuma.”

“i’ve let you slide with a lot , dragging me around , telling me what to do.” your but hit the table , you pushed yourself up , sitting down on to table. “you love running that mouth so much.” slotting himself right in between your legs. “no one has ever shut you up before.” his grip tightening around your wrist.

he was so close your noses were touching. “you-you’re not getting out of giving me an explanation.” you said. “if people are dying you don’t need to be doing it.” he finally let you go , stepping back a bit , still in between your legs.

“i’m fine.” he said. “no one is gonna die.” before you could say anything he covered your mouth. “no one’s gonna die.” he repeated. “don’t say anything when i move my hand.” you pouted as he moved his hand. “stop pouting , let’s go to your room , as much as i enjoyed being in between your thighs , i’d rather not have you crushing my fingers with your damn heel and i don’t enjoy being stuffed under a table.”

he exited your closet , once again shirtless. “do you own any shirt?” you looked up from your laptop. “i can buy you some if you need some.” he sat down on your bed , taking in your pajamas. “ew gross stop staring at me like that.” your face heating up due to him burning holes into your skin.

“and how is that?” his bruised lip still forming a sly smirk. “how am i looking at you?” you weren’t sure how much audacity this man had , but it was enough to make him get on his hands and knees , crawling towards you. “how do you think i’m looking at you?”

“li-like.” his head tilted waiting for an answer , you reached for your chest ready to grab the necklace you kept there , only to be reminded it wasn’t there anymore ; your ex took it , noticing your sudden body language change , he looked down.

“why do you keep doing that? reaching for something , you do it all the time.” so he was watching you. “did you lose something?”

“i didn’t lose it , when i spent the night at his house the night i caught him texting another girl , i left my necklace and he kept it and wont give it back.” you frowned , chin resting on your knees now. “it was the only thing i have from my mom.” you said , your mom leaving you before you were born , it was the only thing she’d ever given you. “im pretty sure he’s thrown it in the trash , it’s worth nothing.”

“i’ll get it back for you.” he felt himself saying it faster than anything he’s ever said. “i promise.”

“don’t start a fight over a necklace.” you said , your heart still beating at the gesture.

“it’s not just a necklace , it’s yours.” he said. “and i said i’ll get it back.” he sat down on the bed properly , silence filling the room before you spoke up.

“why’d you need a place to stay?”

“have you seen the prices of rent princess?” he asked. “who am i kidding you probably haven’t even seen a bill.” you tried to kick him but he grabbed your foot , putting it in his lap , you kept it there. “it’s just me , i don’t have any family , sometimes fighting gets slow and i’m not able to keep up with the bills.” he started. “normally the landlord is generous and lets me off , but i guess he was in a bad mood this month.” his jaw clenching. “i graduate this year , and i have a job lined up , it not what i imagined but it pays super fucking good.” he said. “dont worry i’ll be out of your pink closet soon.”

you smiled. “i don’t mind it , except when you walk from there to the bathroom at night and don’t close the door.”

“oh please , that's like the highlight of your night.” you rolled your eyes , the atmosphere lighting up again.

“i don’t like hearing you pee , no matter how hot you are.” he smirked.

“so you think i’m hot?”

“well i’m not blind.” he played with charms on your anklet , you looked down , avoiding his eyes ; he grabbed your chin , lifting it, forcing you to look at him.

“so you think im hot?” he repeated. “say yes , yes i think you’re hot , i want to hear you say it.” he leaned in , you naturally did the same. “come on say it.” he whispered , so close you could feel his lip. “say it.”

“you’re hot.” thought he was gonna kiss you? no the asshole pulled away , tapping your lips with a smirk. “you’re an asshole.”

he laughed , standing up making his way to the closet. “goodnight boss.” he left you to squeal into your pillows for the second time , your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

the next afternoon you didn’t have any classes , spending all day in your room with fuma close by studying like he always did , you went down stairs to make some lunch — finding anything to make , you hadn’t noticed the boy come out of the room , sneaking up behind you. “i told you , you need to learn to defend yourself.” spinning you around , pushing you against the sink. “i’m not always gonna be here.”

“you’re here right?” you said coming down from the shock of him sneaking up behind. “just like i said you’d be , good doggy.” you smirked , his finger digging into your waist , you bit down on your lips to cover whatever sound was about to come out of your mouth.

“yeah?” he said , leaning in once again like the night before. “you and that mouth of yours.” nose brushing against yours. “gonna get you in trouble boss.”

before he could pull away you tried to take matter into your own hands , but he was quicker than you , grabbing your hands. “down girl.” he laughed softly , pulling away slowly. “i gotta get to the gym and practice for my fight tonight.”

“can i come?” he threw his jacket on. “i can be like your support.” he scoffed.

“i have support , haeun , that’s my support.”

“who’s haeun?” he didn’t say anything , picking up his gym bag , noticing you grip the counter. he shook his head , putting his headphones on. “you heard me , don’t ignore me fuma.”

“bye bossy.” he left the house , leaving you needier than you’ve ever been in your entire life , you huffed.

“no i think you like him.” your friend spoke over the phone , you had called her while you waited for him to get home ; something you caught yourself doing. “and i think he likes you.”

“he’s just helping me out.” you said , the thought of the boy liking you making the butterflies that left your stomach flutter.

“please while i was there the other day , you called to yell at him about something i couldn’t hear , and the entire time he was smiling , i mean people were scared , they’ve never seen him smile.” you laughed. “you’re being dramatic.”

“no i’m serious—” you let out a yelp in shock as your window came flying open. “you okay? what happened.” the boy basically flung his body through your window. his bloody body.

“fuma , what the fuck.” he groaned , standing up. “i’ll call you back , hanging up before she can answer.

“your dads car was in the driveway.” he groaned , his head bleeding profusely. “had to fucking climb your drain.” he sat down on your bed , you grabbed the kit , making your way over to the injured boy. “ow fuck that really hurts.”

“i told you , look at the state of you.” you said , wiping the blood , he hissed , grabbing your waist. “did you hit him back at least?”

“of course i fucking hit him.” he grumbled , he had a really shitty night , losing the fight , plus having to drag his body up the drainage. “ he just hit back harder.”

“so you lost?” he glared up at you. “you lost? didn’t you?”

“yes i lost.” you put a bandaid on his forehead. “i was just off my game a little bit, no big deal.”

“why?” you asked , and he wanted to say you , you were the reason he lost , during the fight all he could do was think about you ; smiling and laughing , bossing him around , even when you yelled at him. “why did you lose?”

“i don’t know.” he stood up. “i’m gonna take a shower.” he left you standing there , you sighed.

he later came out , you looked up from your phone. “you okay?” he nodded , sitting down on the bed. “how about you sleep in here tonight , i’ll lock the door.”

“you trying to get into my pants boss?” you rolled your eyes.

“no you look like you’ve been ran over and sleeping on the floor will do nothing.” you said , grabbing a pillow. “you sleep on that side , i’ll sleep on this one.” you laid down , patting the bed. “lay , now.”

“fine.” he got into bed next to you , the pillow creating a barrier. “i’ve already seen your panties , i don’t really see the need for such a barrier.” you scoffed. “i’d hit you but you’ve been hit enough.”

“that mouth.” he growled, you mocked him. “such a fucking brat.” he gently move to his side to face you. “you get away with a lot because you’re pretty.”

“good , you’re learning.” he shook his head , wincing at the pain from laughing. “you’re in pain.” lifting up his shirt revealing a huge bruise. “you need to quit.”

“i’m not quitting , i have to pay for my classes and an apartment , i can’t live in your closet forever.” he said. “it’s a bruise, i’m not dead.”

“but you could die.” you said , soft but stern. “and i don’t want you to die , if you need it that bad i’ll help buy you an apartment and pay for your classes.” he scoffed. “it’s just that eas- yes it is , it’s that easy to spend a bunch of money on someone i don’t want to die.” you interrupted him , turning on your side facing away from him.

“you can’t really be upset.” you didn’t say anything , reaching over to turn the light off. “ok boss , you be annoyed then , stubborn brat.” he said , smiling to himself , closing his eyes.

the next morning you feel the warmth of another person , you opened your eyes , realizing you were in the arms of fuma , who was still sleeping — unbeknownst to you he was fake sleeping. you took in his sleeping form , his eye black from the fight before. “it’s not going away.” you shrieked , jumping up from his hold , accidentally hitting his ribs. “ow fuck!”

“shit , i’m sorry.” you said. “that’s what you get for scaring me.” climbing off the bed , still glaring at him. “i’m still pissed” you said , making your way into your closet to get ready.

he sat down at the dining table where you still were ignoring him. “you’re really ignore me.” dropping his bag on the floor next to him , you ignored him , eating your food. “come on.” he took your phone , you snatched it back , looking down at the bag.

“really after getting beat to a pulp you’re gonna go practice.” you said.

“i can’t just quit.” he said , growing frustrated , its not like he didn’t want to , and he understood where you were coming from , but it’s not like i can just give up now.”

“i already told you i’d pay for it.”

“i don’t want your fucking money.” he shouted. “i’m not a damn charity case.” standing up , you stood up to. “i never said you were i just don’t want you to fucking die in the ring , then school would be for nothing.”

“then would it really matter.”

“it would to me.” you said.

“why? why would it matter?” he back you up against the wall. “come on say it , why would it matter?”

you grabbed his shirt. “because i—!” his hands cupped both your cheeks , the two of you staring fiercely into each others eyes , leaning in , both of you ready to take the next step in whatever had been brewing — except fate had other plans, the front door opening , you pushed him away just as your dad walked in.

“who are you?”

“just someone i’m working on a project with.” you said , your dad held his hands out , fuma took it , shaking it firmly. “fuma.” you dad looked at him intently. “do i know you.”

“i doubt it.” you laughed nervously. “why are you back?”

“i got to the office and forgot my damn phone.” he swiped it off the table. “i’ll be home late , boys gone by 10:30” he said leaving just as fast as he came , you turned back to him.

“don’t you have somewhere to be.” he scoffed , you tired to walk away but he grabbed your waist. “what do you want?” having enough of your attitude he picked you up , sitting you on the dining table.

“stop being stubborn,” he said , his forehead resting against yours.

“stop being annoying.”

“okay,” he got done on his knees , you looked down , and the sight left you breathless. the boy in between your legs , looking back up at you. “i’ll listen to you.” he said , looking up , grabbing your hand , kissing it. “whatever you say.”

“fu-fuma.” your stomach doing flips as he kissed your finger tips , his mouth closing over the tips of your fingers , sucking on them , you let out a whimper , grabbing his face ready to kiss him — when once again fate was so desperate to cockblock you ; his phone went off. “for fucks sake , have you heard of dnd?”

“calm down , i have to get to the gym.” he stood up , you could see the outline of his cock in his sweats. “don’t stare too long , you’ll start to drool.” you rolled your eyes , he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “i’ll see you later, okay.” you nodded. “please be safe.”

“i will , i’m gonna be late , leave the window open.” and with that he was gone , leaving you soaked and full of feelings.

“no i’m telling you— telling her what?” fuma walked over to you after class the next day. “nicholas is looking for you.” he turned to your friend , who was already taking off. “he wasn’t but i’m sure she’ll find him.”

“that was rude , sending my friend off to go find a man.” you said. “but you’re right she probably has an air tag on him.” his arm wrapping smoothly around you , walking towards your car. “you were late coming in last night , don’t do it again.”

“tsk , why must you always ruin the vibe.” you glared at him’, both of you in your own little bubble — before it was popped , by an annoying loud force.

“so the rumors are true.” your ex stood at your car. “you are fucking this dude.” he laughed , you rolled your eyes. “truly embarrassing.” before you could step in , fuma did.

“are you just upset she’s not fucking you?”

“me?” your ex scoffed. “i’ve already had her bro , she’s used goods.” you grabbed fumas arm as he stepped to your ex.

“just let him talk , let’s go.” ready to open your car door. “fuma come.”

“go ahead like a good boy , be a good bitch.” your ex said. “just know you’re not the last , the slut will probably fuck the entire student body-” he didn’t even get a chance to finish before fume struck him in the face.

“shut the fuck up.”

“fuma!” you exclaimed , your ex stumbling up , only for the other boy to punch him again , sending him back to the ground.

seeing the necklace around his neck, he punched the boy once more , taking it off his neck when he finally registered that you were calling him. “fucking snap out of it!” he turned to you , you turned in got in the car , slamming the door shut.”

“fuck.”

the car ride home was silent , you drove to the house. getting out slamming the door , he reluctantly followed you , all the way up to your room where you finally exploded on him. “what the fuck we’re you thinking?”

“that dickhead- i told you to let’s go , to let him talk , you could’ve killed him.” you said.

“oh please i barely touched him.”

“he was bleeding , had he gotten seriously hurt you could’ve gotten in so much trouble , you don’t listen to anything i fucking tell you.” you were so frustrated with him.

“you care too much about me,” he said. “i never asked you to.”

“of course i care too much about you, that’s what you do when you like someone.” you pushed him — there was like a 10 second pause , before he was on you , his lips slamming against yours , teeth clashing together as you kissed , messingly. he held your face , keeping you from going anywhere , pulling away when he felt like it , sitting down on your bay window , pulling you down on top of him.

“i’m sorry.” he said , straddling his lap. “i shouldn’t have hurt him.”

“i don’t care if he gets hurt , i hope someone else punches him , i just don’t want it to be you.” your hand tangling in his hair. “you understand?” tugging on it , he groaned.

“so bossy.” he smirked , you tugged again. “am i a dog to you?”

you nodded , smirking , he pressed his tongue against his cheek annoyed. “brat.” he picked you up, throwing you on your plush bed , climbing on top of you , pushing your skirt up to your waist. “all that talking i should just fuck that pretty mouth no?” undoing his sweats “make you wait.”

“i have other ways of getting what i want.”

“yeah , why haven’t you gotten it yet?” he manhandled you on to your hands and knees. “not one boy has come into this room while im at the gym.” slapping your ass , shoving your panties down , you moaned as the air hit your cunt. “is because you were waiting for me?” freeing his cock , he let out a moan , stroking his length. “waiting for me to fill you up?” pushing your back into a deep arch.

“fuma please.” you whined , pushing your ass against him. “please fuck me.”

he held you down , pushing his cock inside you , groaning out. “oh fuck.” he cursed , your silky cunt wet , he watched himself sliding in an out of you. “fuck come here.” switching positions so that you were on top of him , his cock hitting a deeper angle now that you were on top. “ride me pretty.”

you moved your hip back and forth ; mouth dropped open as his fat cock hit a deeper angle , he smirked. “you like that?” he bucked up into you , forcing a a loud moan to leave your body. “being stretched open by my cock.”

“so-so big.” your thighs burned , but you kept going , his pulled your tank top down , sucking on your nipples. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah?” he grunted , reaching where your body’s met , rubbing your clit. “cum for me then bossy.” you tugged at his hair as you came , grounding yourself.

“fuck!” he hissed , feeling his cock twitch as he came , emoting himself inside of you , pulling out finishing on your thighs. “so pretty , stuffed full of me.” he took two of his fingers , swiping his thumb across your thighs , collecting his cum from your lap , pushing his fingers into your mouth. “suck.”

he finally softened , slipping out of you , massaging your burning thighs as you sat in his lap. “what happens if i take you up on your offer?”

“you stop fighting? stay here and finish classes , and then i help you get an apartment until you get to your new job.” you laid it out simply — if only it was just that simple.

“what if i like fighting?” of course he hated the violence of it , but it was the only thing that eased his mind , before he met you. “what if i don’t want to give it up , what if it eases my mind.”

“how does the risk of dying ease your mind?” you questioned. “the first day i watched you hit a man no many times he could barely stand , your head was oozing blood , you can’t possibly want to do that all the time.” hoping you’d get through to him.

“fine.” he said. “i’ll quit.”

you smiled , bringing your hand up to his cheek caressing it. “good , i’ll finally see you with a clear face for once , and not one with a black eye or busted lip.” he laughed , rolling his eyes.

“oh yeah.” he reached into his pocket , pulling out your necklace.

“my necklace?” you smiled , he helped you by putting it on , his hand resting on the nape of your neck. “thank you so much.” you kissed his lips. “this means so much for me.”

“that why i got it back for you , i doubt he’ll be fucking with you anymore.” he teased. “so i guess you don’t need me anymore.”

“nope , you’re not leaving.” you said. “i will lock you in my closet , i’ll handcuff you to my purse shelf. you shrugged.

“i mean your pantie drawer would be better , at least i can open it and get a pair.” he smirked you gagged.

“you’re a pervert fuma , a big one at that.” he just rolled you over , kissing you.

he held you safely in his arms , tucked under his arms as you slept peacefully. he watched you — to think he barley used to say a word to you , now he was about to give everything up for you.

a message came through on his phone , making him get up and check it.

ren : me you again? six figures..

ren : no rules first one to die wins.

he bit his lip at the test , six figures , that would not only set him up for a while , he could get an apartment and pay for his classes — but your offer still sat on the table.

fuma : i’m out …

he was about to put his phone away , when he got another ring.

ren : that’s fine pussy out then.

ren : next time you come here bring your new girlfriend , you know the one that turned you into a pussy.

ren : let me show her what a real man is.

ren : not like you know what it means to be one.

he couldn’t help himself , he’ll ask for your forgiveness when it was over ; if he survived.

fuma : i’m in.

he got up slowly ; careful to wake you , he reached for his pants , slipping them on , then his shirt. he was almost done , picking his bag. “where are you going?”

you sat up tiredly , rubbing your eyes noticing the boy getting dressed , looking at the bag in his hand , you scoffed. “it’s not what it looks like.”

“you fucking played me.” you said. “you just couldn’t help yourself.” you covered yourself with the blanket , he approached your bed , stopping when you put your foot out , he stood there , pleading with you almost.

“i swear one more fight , it’s six figures i’ll be set.” he said. “i can get an apartment and pay for my classes.” he explained. “last fight yn you gotta work with me.”

“i said i’d help you— i don’t want your fucking charity!” he yelled. “i can take care of myself , i’ve been doing it all my life and i can do it now.” he said , you nodded.

“so this is a fucking ego thing?” you questioned , shaking your head with a scoffed. “fine.” you said. “but don’t come back.”

“i’m sorry , i swear.” he said , but you just turned your back facing him. he just wanted to crawl back in the bed with you and apologize profusely — but he didn’t , he left out the door , leaving you alone , you pulled the blanket over your head , screaming frustrated into the pillow.

“so you’re not going?” you were tucked under the blanket , your friend had called you , she was driving to the gym. “this guy is good and maybe having you there will help him win.”

“i told you i don’t care what he does anymore , he made that choice when he left , he promised me , he’s a bullshitter and i don’t care what he does anymore.” you snapped. “if he dies that’s not my problem.”

“you know you don’t mean that , i’ve never seen you this happy , can i believe that it’s fucking fuma of all people who is the reason? no , but as long as my friend is happy i’m fine with it she said. “now get up and let’s go see your man fight.”

after arguing with yourself you got up and got dressed ; you didn’t want him to fight , but you also didn’t want him to think he was alone - and maybe he’d keep his promise.

you made it to the gym , meeting your friend there , she waited before going in with you following behind her “i really don’t want to see him get beat up.” you said , heels clicking against the floor.

“well first of all, don't automatically assume he’s gonna get beat up.” she said. “you do realize he’s like the best fighter here?”

“yes but i don’t care about that when all i can picture is him laid out on the floor , dead” you stressed. “i hate him right now but i don’t want to die.” someone bumped into your shoulder making you drop your phone , you were about to pick it up when the person who bumped you already was bending down.

“im sorry.” he stood up , handing you the phone. “im really clumsy.”

“it’s fine.” you said , finally recognizing the boy. “oh! oh you’re the guy i saw last time i was here , the one fuma beat up.” your friend elbowed you , he laughed.

“we all have bad days , im sure he learned that lesson the last time he fought me.” it finally clicked , that day he came crawling into your window , you stepped back , suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“come on.” your grabbed hand , ready to drag you away from the guy , but he had other plans grabbing your other wrist.

“you know when this fight is over , and they’re picking your boyfriends dead body off the ground you’ll need someone to comfort you.” you tried to yank your arm away , but he held his grip. “i’ll be here.”

before you could do anything , nicholas ran over pushing the guy off you. “if you don’t want you and your janky ass manager thrown out of this gym with missing teeth and broken jaw keep fucking walking.” the guy back off , sending you one last wink that made you gag before walking away. “i told you to use the back entrance.”

your friends apologized to you. “i completely forgot , i honestly thought the gym would be empty , since the fight doesn’t start soon , i was hoping you’d see fuma before the fight so you two could talk it out.

“he’s not even here.” nicholas said. “he left like 20 minutes to clear his head before the fight , your last fight with 6 figures on the line and your girl pissed at you , yeah i need a minute too.” he said before guiding you guys to the back to wait out the way. “trust he’ll be back before the fight.”

the fight was supposed to start 10 minutes ago and he in fact wasn’t there. “so where the fuck is he nicholas?” you yelled , afraid he went out and did something dumb.

“oh he’s right you are mean.” he said , you glared at him. “i don’t know , i tried to call him and he didn’t answer.” he said. “i’m sure he’s okay and on his way.”

“did he pussy out actually?” the irritating voice of who you now knew as ren stepped into the ring. “guess he’s really gone soft.” his focused on you. “you still could leave with me , he doesn’t have to be dead , it’ll be better if he can see his loss of both the money and his girl.”

“do i have a sign on my forehead saying i attract losers? , like what is it i’m going 2 for 3 right now.” his face dropped embarrassed he tried to step to you only to be flung to the ground — it was fuma.

“man where the fuck have you been.” nicholas said. “it’s been like 15 minutes since the fight was supposed to stop and your girlfriend hasn’t stopped throwing insults at me for half the time she’s been here.”

“i told you she has a mouth on her.” he turned to you. “you’re not supposed to be here.”

“neither are you , seems neither of us listen to other , that’s gonna have to change in future.” you said. “you listening to me , not me listening to you.” he smirked.

“that mouth.” he said , ten standing back up , laughing manically. “oh i can’t wait for this.” he said. “killing you in front of this slut and winning the money.”

he turned to hit him again , but your grabbed his wrist through the gate. “this is the last time okay?” you said. “no more.” he nodded.

“no more.” he said.

“and don’t kill him as much as he deserves it , my boyfriend being a murder is not something i want on my conscience , but i wouldn’t be mad if he lost a tooth or three.” you stood back , letting him go. “oh please don’t die.”

the crowd was roaring as the two men inside the ring stared at each like they could rip the other apart with their bare hands. the other guys taunting fuma , egging him on. “come on.” he called him like a dog , you could visibly see fuma getting upset. “come on don’t be a pussy.”

“he taunting him because he’s scared.” nicholas said. “he knows fuma has a lot on the line and isn’t gonna back down.”

fuma was full of adrenaline , he could see you out the side of his eye , the pure anxiety on your face made him feel bad for putting you through this , but he knew he’d never struggle if he won this. “let’s stop dancing and let’s fucking do this.”

they finally got closer to each other , both taking a jab at each other , fuma swung hitting him in the jawn, the guy stumbled , but held his ground , smiling , spitting blood onto the floor. “come on.”

the crowd growing louder egging for the other to hit , ren took a huge leap forward , swinging with full force , hitting fuma right on the side of his head , before stumbling back fuma swung hitting him in the nose , both of them falling to them stumbling. “don’t fall , get up!” you screamed , he could hear you through all of them.

the two of them went like that the entire first two round , both of them covered in sweat in blood , but still standing for the final round. “you said until one of us is dead.” fuma swung , hitting him in the face. “come on get up.” he swung again , hitting him nonstop ; he didn’t want to die , not like this especially with you watch , so he kept going , and he swore he could’ve seen the ending — except the guy had other plans , using his foot to kick him in the temple.

fuma fell to the ground , ears ringing as the guy stood on top of him , punching him in the face.

your heart dropped seeing him it the ground and the guy getting on top of him , blow after blow hitting your man in the face. “why isnt he getting up , fighting back?” you stressed , covering your eyes. “please get up.”

everything fell silent around him as the guy hit him , he promised you he wasn’t gonna die ; he didn’t had anything to live for at first , but now he did. and now he wanted to live — he wanted to live for you. before the guy could hit him again , he grabbed his hand, shoving him off of him , pulling himself up , he was a bloody mess , climbing on top of the boy , repeatedly punching him , over and over , until he could feel nicholas pulling him off him. “that’s enough , he’s down , that’s enough.”

the boy stood off the ground , blood spilling from his mouth , he spat. “damn he got you good.” he turned to you where you stood waiting for him , he made his way over to you ; your cheeks wet.

“why are you crying?” you punched him in his shoulder , it didn’t hurt as much , but you still apologized. “what’s wrong?”

“i thought you were dead , why’d you stop hitting him i told you to not die , but you could’ve not let him rearrange your face , now what am i gonna do with you?” he knew you were just talking out of frustration , he grabbed your cheeks , wiping your wet cheeks. “just terrible.”

“but i won didn’t it?” he smiled hearing you curse. “stop crying , when you wipe the blood off it won’t look that bad.”

“your damn eye is shut you ass-hmph!” he shut you up with a kiss . caressing your cheek as he pulled away looking into your eyes. “asshole.”

he smiled , you dragged him away and he let you. “where are we going?” he said. “my car , of course i bought my kit , i wasn’t letting you get in my car to get blood on my pink seats.”

“i don’t care if it’s for a billion dollars you fight again im gonna kill you.” you sat in your back seat , cleaning his wounds with alcohol and bandaids.

“a billion dollars , baby , im sorry you’re just gonna have to kill me later , it’ll all go to you anyway.” he groaned when you purposely pressed down harshly on one of his wounds. “ow fuck i’m just joking.” you let up. “that was evil , i can’t even open my eye.”

“don’t act like a goddamn baby now.” he grabbed your waist , groaning , his eyes low. “what?” you fought back.

his hand came up to your throat , squeezing. “so mouthy.” your lip crashing into each other , teeth clashing together. the two of you fighting to see who could have dominance , he bit down on your bottom lip. he pulled your skirt up , his hands squeezing your ass , you moaned against his lips , he smirked , you reached for his hair tugging at it.

“fuck.” he groaned , from pain in his body and his cock hardening in his pants. “i’m not waiting until we get to yours.” he lifted you up , undoing his pants, freeing his hard cock , you wrapped your hands around his length stroking him slowly , he eyes — well eye , fluttered shut , mouth open slightly as you jerked him off.

“mmm- shit , keep going.” he was moaning and groaning into your ear , his free hands groping your ass. “fuck i’m about to cum.” your fingers swiping across his tip , hips bucking up into your hand. “oh fuck!”

his grip on your ass tightening as he came , covering your hand in his cum. “shit you’re insane pretty.” he came to , smirking , you brought your fingers to your mouth , looking him straight in the eyes, sucking on them. “shit.”

he held you up , lining his cock up with your waiting hole. “sit on baby.” both of you moaning out as you sunk down , bottoming out. “sh-shit , that’s it baby.” hold you still for a minute to ground himself. “fuck i feel like i’m about to cum again.”

“really?” you smirked , taking it into your own hands , rocking your hips back and forth. “is it that good?” you heard him growl under his breath , you giggling continuing to rock your hips. “you’re about to cum prematurely?”

he snapped , arm wrapping around your waist fully , fucking up into you , your hand pressing on the window as he pounded into you. “that fucking mouth, when we get back home -fuck- i’m gonna stuff my cock down your throat to shut you up.” attacking your neck and your boobs with bite marks , bringing your nipple to his mouth sucking on it.

“fu-fuck fuma!” you screamed tugging at his roots as you bounced on his dick , the space was small but that didn’t stop you two from going at it like animals. “m’gonna cum!”

he pulled out , flipping you on your back , slipping back inside of you , his hips snapping against your ass , his cock hitting deep inside you. “i’m so deep inside you.” curving up inside you. “want you to cum all over my cock , make a mess on these pretty pink seats.”

you let out a scream as you came , legs shaking as he kept pounding into you , rubbing your clit. “come on baby , give me another -fuck- cum for me again , gonna cum so hard pretty , wanna cum with you.”

another wave of pleasure hitting you , harder than before ; squirting all over his lower half , soaking your seats. “fuck.” his hissed , his orgasm hitting right after. “m’cumming.” emoting himself inside you , repeating curse words over and over as you both came down.

“fuck these seats costs so much.” you huffed , out of breath. “i’m gonna kill you.”

“baby i only gave you what you wanted.” he smirked. “you’re the one who made a mess , and what about my pants? i now have to go home covered in you.” he said. “i actually don’t mind that , im just gonna go home and cover myself in you when i make you cum on my tongue anyway.”

“i’m gonna punch you in the other eye.”

he helped you clean up the best way you both could , fixing your clothes. “so you’re gonna move outta my closet.” sitting back in your driver's seat. “you got the money and now you’re gonna leave me.”

“yeah baby , sleeping in your closet is painful and sleeping in your bed is nice but i fear your dad will one day walk in in on us and chase me out with a broom.” you laughed , starting the car. “but my place will always be yours , won’t be as big is as yours— i don’t care about that , as long as you’re there.” you interrupted him , he smiled nodding. “and not fighting.”

“i promise you , if you if you fight again you won’t have to worry about dying in the rink , you said, pulling out of the gym one last time. “i’m gonna kill you myself , i’ll get away with it too my dad is a good lawyer and i will hide your body somewhere they won’t even look.”

“you’re not only bossy, you're crazy,” he said. “what have i gotten myself into?” you smiled , reaching over to kiss him , caressing his bruised face.

“the best time of your life.”

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[junifi3d]

&team with a clumsy s/o ✮⋆˙

warnings: minor injuries, slight frustration

a/n: lowkey made this to make myself feel better for almost eating shit during lunch the other day lol. most of these are based on actual things that clumsy me has endured (；ω；)

kei

that mans is literally a mother hen in disguise with the shit he has to deal living with 8 younger brothers (especially taki lol). for others, he might sigh and ask “are you really serious right now?” but when it’s you involved, he is immediately by your side and holding onto you as if you would slip again if he had not gripped onto your arm and hauled your ass back in his embrace. kei would then proceed to squish your cheeks together while checking for any injuries then just look at you with a tired, disappointed look.

“what are you?”

“an idiot sandwich.”

he would proceed to sigh right into your face before pecking your lips softly. “my clumsy idiot sandwich”

fuma

i’m ngl i think fuma would find your clumsy antics cute but would still worry about the random injuries you’d get from them. he’ll be proud that you are dependent on him because he then gets to be protective over you since you are very prone to accidents but then feel bad that he might be controlling in a way. though you are thankful that he is always there to catch you when you slip and stumble or prevent you from getting scammed online. obviously, you are an independent person that takes care of themselves fine but maybe having a caring boyfriend that always looks out for you isn’t so bad once in a while.

“whoah, careful there sweetheart. wouldn’t want your cute face smashing onto the pavement there,” fuma would tease and get glared by you as a response.

nicholas

this man is a menace. i know he would tease at your clumsy antics and especially laugh out loud every time you reenact them back to him in a silly way. will hold you closer to him to ensure that no accidents will occur though sometimes he goes down with you too. he calls you a cutie with two left feet with the amount of times he’s personally witnessed you tripping and stumbling on your feet even when walking… nicholas thinks it’s cute and just chuckles when it happens just so that he can swoop in and save you like a knight in shining armour.

“bao bei, did you know that you’re like a baby deer learning how to stand up for the first time?”

“yixiang. i will actually end you right here.”

nicholas grins and plasters himself closer to you. “but then who’s gonna catch you when you fall bae?”

euijoo

clumsy 1 meets clumsy 2. no cuz hearing the clumsy euijoo stories from the other members made me realise he’s just me fr… the shared clumsiness climbs to the max; one of you stumbles on your feet while the other tries to stabilise you not realising that it’s a bad idea so you both just fall down together lmao. has bandages and ointments on standby because one of you will need it. euijoo will prob say something cheesy like both of your lucks ran out to meet each other that frikin flirt

“babe, look at this puppy reel i found !”

“juju watch out,” you barely warned him before hearing pans and pots clattering in the background as he slipped and fell headfirst into a table

yuma

like nicholas, he would be full on laughing in your face like the bully he is sigh. though he does find you endearing whenever you come to him for help patching you up after another stupid decision that led you to this (trying to pet a cat on a high sill by climbing wet boxes and surprised you went down with them). yuma also likes to slightly graze on your scratches and bruises to watch you wince and whine that it hurts with that teasing cheshire grin on his face. likes to joke that he needs to get a leash on you to make sure you don’t wander off and fall into a ditch one of these days (trust me, you have)

“i thought cats usually land on their feet, why are you the only one crashing headfirst instead kitty,” yuma asked with a smirk as he dabbed some ointment onto your cut lip.

“guess my kitty years are over,” you winced at the sting as yuma continued his actions

“well, guess i have to protect my kitty from harm’s way”

jo

jo is well surprised to someone as clumsy as you. he always needs to keep his eyes on you before you go scampering off and accidentally hurting yourself. likes to keep a hand on the small of your back or holding onto your hand tightly in his grip. basically just having some sort of skin contact with you just to make sure you’re safe and not falling down some stairs or something. if you do get hurt by something, he would silently glare at said thing and scold it off just to distract you from the pain

“y/n… who did this to you?”

you tried to avoid his gaze but the genuine concern in jo’s eyes made it hard for you to stay silent

“well, i kinda tripped on the stairs just now”

after securing a bandage on the cut forming on you knee, he gently kissed it and looked into your eyes, a playful smile on his face, “want me to scold it for you?”

harua

another lil shit though he isn’t as bad as nekoz. will be shocked at your clumsiness but is readily helping you up and save you the embarrassment however in private, he is always bringing up all your clumsy instances to watch you flush and shy. will then proceed to call you cute as he kisses your reddened cheeks. harua likes to also paste on stickers on the boring plain plasters just to make them more cuter and hear you giggle at the monstrosity that is your hand. will also cheekily sneak in snide remarks when you stumble in front of him and kissing you as an apology when you whine that he was being mean to his s/o

“hey! you’re being mean to the baby,” harua shrieked as you tickle him after he laughed at your fall just now

you arched a brow, “what baby?”

he took a shaky breath from being freed from the tickle onslaught and pointed to himself

“me. i’m the baby”

taki

another clumsy guy just doing his best. taki isn’t as clumsy as euijoo is but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t suffer from a clumsy episode. sometimes is the reason that the both of you stumble and almost fall (kept trying to climb onto your back like a koala and shrieked when you both started to sway dangerously). tries to play it cool and make it a funny bit but you know entirely well when some trips and falls can scrape you pretty badly. will just stare into your face with this tender look as you patch both of you up when you had fallen in a span of a minute from each other.

“i’m fine you know,” taki tried to reason but you just dabbed harder onto his wound, making him hiss in pain

“you worry about me when i get hurt so why can’t i worry too when you do?”

maki

i have a feeling that maki is meticulously prepared in the sudden instant that your clumsy ass decides to fail all bodily functions and just flop on the ground hard. maki also likes to just hang on any part of your body to ensure that you will never fall whenever you’re in his arms. his protective puppy instincts are always on high alert so that his wonderful s/o won’t suffer from bad falls and bruises. however, he likes to rage bait you into doing some random af stuff that may or may not cause your predicament; challenging you to walk down a steep ramp, jump over a random hole, bow down to him after a successful mario kart win, etc.

“hey do you think that ramp is stable enough for what it’s meant for,” you pointed at a ramp right outside the restaurant you were in

maki wiggled his eyebrows in response, a teasing smirk gracing his features, “bet you 10 you can’t even get down in 1 minute”

“oh, you’re on”

cues you eating shit and maki laughing his ass off as he gathers you before you embarrass yourself even more

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[dazedinadream]

I’ve been wondering if there is like a &team network that reposts fics and recommends fic just like I know exits (existed?) in enhablr and nct tumblr? Also just like recommendation blogs?

[st4rrhwaa]

★-: ✧Dye Job✧ :-★

fem! euijoo x gn!reader

Summary: Your girlfriend euijoo helps you dye your hair for the first time!

Warnings: fluff!!!, no specified hair type BUT ☝ reader at least has brunette hair and was blonde as a kid, set in uni (its not important to the plot but the setting is r accom), not proofread

A/n: this is my first fic on this acc and my first &team fic!! publishing this on my birthday too!! hope i haven't made EJ ooc too much, love my little ponyo

owner of divider specified no credit

Word Count: 1021

“Okay, I'm putting the bleach on now. It might itch near your ears in a few minutes-” she explains, grabbing a strip of foil from your lap. Euijoo begins to slather each partition of hair with the blue toned hair bleach.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, juju. I know nicho does your hair for you.”

“Relax relax-” she grabs another strip of foil. “Nicho only does my hair because I can never get the back, and I don't need anyone in the group making fun of my patchy hair. Plus I do hers in return!”

“Okay fine, I trust you” “You should, babe” She’s careful when she leans to the side to kiss your shoulder, letting the music play between you two where her phone is perched on the edge of the sink. The bleach feeling is starting to begin on the crown of your head, the incessant itch feeling like a little flea rummaging around your bleaching roots. “Eep- I see what you mean now-” “Hm?” She hums, taking off the nitrile gloves and binning them. “The itchy-”

Your hand tenses, as if to resist itching the bleach covered hair with your bare hands. “If it gets too much on the roots, you can itch it with this comb” A red comb with a thin handle is dropped in your lap at the same time she reaches for another foil that you - oh so kindly - ripped into strips for her. 

“How long is this supposed to stay in for?” “Around… 45 minutes give or take. We hope that it takes to your hair well. ‘M using 30 percent peroxide on your roots so if they show through it’s easier to fix with a touch up than it will be for your ends, which is why we’re doing this in two. 40 percent for the ends” You let out a noise of protest when she tickles your neck with your own hair. Realistically, you were glad she was explaining all of this as it was happening. It’s easing your nervousness of it going wrong or looking horrible by accident. 

Euijoo finishes the top layer of your hair, giggling at how silly you look when you shake your head, the foil moving with you. She gently holds your head back in place on either side with her gloved fingertips, keeping you looking straight ahead in the mirror. She clenches her teeth into a boxy smile when she realises she can’t kiss the top of your head for a few hours lest she get bleach on her lips. “Why not 40/40 like you do?” “Becauseee, I don't want to destroy your precious hair, dove. I’m used to managing the damage and splits” You just hum, watching her through the mirror. Taking your phone from next to hers, you take a mirror photo, enamoured with how much care is in her eyes.

“I saw that.” “As if you mind-” Euijoo just grumbles under her breath, putting a timer on for 45 minutes. She isn’t truly miffed, not when you giggle mischievously when posting it to your private story, arctic monkeys blasting from your phone when choosing a song for it. She squeezes your shoulders slightly and starts cleaning up the bleach mess.

“Ahh!! Cold cold cold-”

“Shhh- you’re fine-” She turns the temperature knob on the shower, making sure it’s warmer before starting to wash the bleach out. “At least this horrid smell will be gone- and I can pee again after this” Euijoo laughs, continuing to massage out the rest of the bleach completely from your hair.

“It’ll linger for a while, it’s good that it’s warm enough out to have the windows open, hm?”

Before you can reply, you let out a squeak of surprise when you feel a mystery substance land on the crown of your head, shower head now in front of you on the shower floor. You relax when she starts to massage and scratch at your scalp. Ah. Shampoo.

“You can borrow my shampoo for a little, dovey, it’ll keep the colour fresher” You just hum, enjoying the impromptu scalp massage. The shampoo bubbles fizzle on your scalp, popping the more it's agitated into your hair. Once more she grabs the shower head, relenting to let it be rinsed out a minute early when you complain about your knees aching from kneeling on the linoleum bathroom floor with your head over the edge of the shower. Euijoo tuts at your eagerness teasingly, turning off the water and hanging the shower head back in place. 

A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you stand, your knees popping a little. A towel is dropped over your head unexpectedly.

“Ah!! Juju!!” 

Your hands fly to your face, trying to orient the towel so you can see again. The first thing your eyes meet is her devious grin, chest puffed out trying to hold in the laugh at your protests to towel entrapment.

“Not funny?”

“It's a little mean, juju”

“I thought it was funny.” 

“You hang around nicho too much-”

“As if you can resist my devious charm.”

She continues to tease, knowing you aren't actually upset and are just pouting for the love of the game. You wince when you see how blonde you actually became.

“Jeez- haven't seen that colour in a while”

“You used to be blonde?”

“I mean, when I was little I guess.”

“I can't imagine you as blonde at all.”

"Me neither to be honest."

You can see her rummage around your shelf for the dye in the reflection of the mirror as you sit on the cold metal stool you took from the kitchen. 

“Please don't let it drip everywhere, I want my deposit back in July.”

You whine, watching her pour the dye into a plastic bowl you sacrificed for this purpose.

“Relax, toothpaste gets this stuff out usually. Either that or bleach.”

When she sees your unimpressed face, she continues. 

“Okay fine, I'll help you clean if anything gets dyed that isn't your hair.”

At your huff of relief, she grins, all adorable. “You ready for the dye?”

[fuuteam]

Send 🍒? - Harua, Taki, Maki

Nsfw/suggestive

In which you send the wrong photos to the wrong person.

Content: Fake texts, smau?, &Team x reader (separate), suggestive, hints to cheating, other members soon, taki cant spell when he’s excited, 2 images per member

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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HARUA

TAKI

MAKI

a/n: been on vacation sorry for the lack of posts, my bestie DID ask for this after seeing a tiktok trend so this is mainly for her

requests

[jujuville]

late bloomer

part 3 of the “lessons” series

pairing: euijoo x reader (+nichojoo crumbs)

summary: being more than friends but less than lovers hits a breaking point in the spring

tropes: teacher!euijoo, curator!reader, roomie!nicholas, photographer!nicholas, friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst

word count: 6.8k

warnings: mommy issues, alcohol

a/n: need to marry him so bad like it's not even funny... also tysm for reading this series i'm sad it's ending but i'm cooking up lots of new stuff rn!!!

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MARCH

Your promotion at work comes out of the blue.

The e-mail arrives in the afternoon. You re-read it five times to make sure it isn’t a mistake.

SUBJECT: Associate Curator Position Dear Y/N, As you know, one of our Associate Curators, Olivia Marchand, will be leaving at the end of the month to continue her career at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You have been an invaluable asset to our team during your time at the museum. In recognition of your hard work over the years, we would be thrilled to offer you the position of Associate Curator should you be interested. Please reply to let us know. Best, Fernando Florez Senior Curator

You e-mail back your acceptance, do a little happy dance, and then open up your phone to your convo with Euijoo.

are you still at school?

Just finished dismissal! Everything okay?

i have something to tell you

You watch the three dots appear and then disappear before Euijoo finally decides to just call you.

“Hi,” he says first.

“Hi,” you say back, your voice slightly shaky.

“What’s wrong,” he asks you, and you can tell that you’ve accidentally made him worry.

“Nothing,” you reply. 

“You sound weird,” he says, and you let out a little laugh.

“I got promoted.”

Euijoo goes silent for a moment. Not because he doesn’t want to say anything, but because he’s smiling so hard.

“I’m so proud of you,” he finally manages.

“I’m waiting for someone to e-mail me back that it was a mistake,” you admit.

“They won’t,” he reassures you. 

“You don’t know that,” you tell him.

“I do,” he counters. “I’ve seen how hard you work. You’re really good at your job. And you’ll be good at this one too.”

This time, you’re the one who’s not saying anything.

“I’m taking you to dinner tonight to celebrate,” he tells you. “And don’t argue like you usually do, okay?”

He knows you a bit too well by now.

“Okay,” you smile into your phone. 

“I’ll see you soon. Congratulations, Y/N.”

“Thanks. See you soon.”

You do another little happy dance when he hangs up.

Euijoo doesn’t take you anywhere fancy. He knows you wouldn’t like that.

Instead, he takes you to the pizzeria that the two of you always stop at after movies, where the workers all know your names.

“My beautiful, most favorite customer,” the cashier, Louis, smiles when the two of you walk through the door. “And Euijoo, her loyal sidekick.”

“You’re so mean to him,” you giggle when you reach the counter.

“You know,” he continues. “Every time the two of you come in here, I ask myself what this guy did to deserve you. Still can’t think of an answer.”

Euijoo realizes that even if the two of you were dating like Louis thought, he wouldn’t have the answer either.

“I know you flirt with every girl that comes in here,” you tell him, pursing your lips.

“Yeah, but you’re the prettiest one,” he claims. “What can I get for you? The usual?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, looking at Euijoo to confirm. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“And garlic knots,” you say, and he nods back. “And two cokes. Wait, one coke and one Sprite. And a slice of tiramisu.”

“Damn,” he grins as he punches everything into the register. “Are we celebrating something or just hungry?”

“Celebrating,” Euijoo answers for you. “Y/N got promoted at work.”

Louis looks up at the two of you, and then back at the kitchen. “Yo! Nick, Kira. Get out here!”

They come out seconds later, covered in flour and looking confused. 

“Our girl Y/N got promoted today,” Louis explains, pointing at you. 

You’re starting to feel embarrassed by all of the attention, your hand finding Euijoo’s and squeezing it tightly. He squeezes yours back.

“That’s awesome,” Kira claps, coming out from behind the counter to hug you. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” you say, a bit sheepishly.

“Congrats, Y/N,” Nick, the owner, smiles. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him smile before. “Louis, give ‘em whatever they want. Meal’s on me.”

“I can pay,” Euijoo insists, pulling out his wallet.

“Aren’t you an elementary teacher?” Louis asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes…” Euijoo says. They exchange looks. He puts his wallet back into his pocket.

After you finish eating, Euijoo walks you to the train station like usual. 

“You know,” he says quietly. “I’ve been thinking about the day we first met.”

“What about it?” you ask. You’re worried about the garlic on your breath, so you focus your eyes on the stars in the sky.

“I remember thinking that whoever gets to work with you every day is really lucky. I’m glad that everyone else finally realized that too.”

You stop walking. Euijoo stops too.

“Hey…” he says gently, almost too gently.

You shake your head at him. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re crying,” he says, and suddenly you’re upset with yourself for not being invisible.

“I’m trying not to,” you reply.

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. It’s embarrassing,” you explain, your voice growing impatient with yourself. “I do this all the time. When people say nice things to me.”

He stops trying to take up space in the conversation, just listening to you talk.

“It’s like…” you struggle to find the right words in between your heavy breathing. “It’s like… if I let myself believe these things—if I let people tell me I’ve done something good—then that just puts more pressure on me to make sure that I never disappoint them.”

For a moment, his heart breaks. He’s always known how hard you are on yourself. How much you strive for perfection even if nobody’s asked it of you.

And he knows, too, that it’s not his place to ask you to stop feeling that way.

So, all he says is, “I guess I’ll have to start carrying around tissues then.”

It’s not the response that you expect at all.

“What?” you sniffle, wiping your eyes to look at him.

“Well, if you cry every time someone tells you something nice, then I’ll just make sure that I have tissues ready for you. Because I’m not going to stop being nice to you.”

You continue staring at him, his face illuminated only by the dim streetlamps. 

“You’ve never once disappointed me,” he admits. “You’re the most deserving person I know, Y/N.”

You nod and smile softly, before taking his hand to finish the walk.

A couple of weeks later, you’re away for seven days on a work trip.

Nicholas has an industry party on a Friday night. Usually, he’d dress you up and bring you along to awkwardly follow him around like his shadow, or if he’s lucky, there’d be some archivist you can gush about history with over cocktails.

Except this time, you’re unavailable to be his plus one. And Nicholas Wang doesn’t show up to parties on his own.

And then he remembers that he has the phone number of the boy version of you, who most certainly has no plans besides putting smiley faces on coloring pages and thinking about your face. So, he texts Euijoo:

sexy juju

I told you to stop calling me that.

not my fault that you answer to it busy tn?

No, why? 

knew it lol

Stop bullying me. Is everything okay?

all good  come to a party w me 

A party? What kind of party?

work party id usually bring y/n but obvs shes not here rn and ik ur sad at home bc you miss her meet me at the apt at 8 

Ok. What should I wear?

contact lenses dont worry abt the rest!

What does that mean? Nicholas? ???

Euijoo shows up at 7:56 p.m. Nicholas opens the door already tipsy.

“I need you to trust me,” Nicholas says as soon as Euijoo steps inside.

“With what?” Euijoo asks, already nervous.

“You’re not going to the party dressed like that,” Nicholas says, pointing to a rack of his own clothes that he’s spent the last hour picking out.

Euijoo understands immediately. And then he gets even more nervous. 

“No,” he shakes his head.

“I thought you’d say that,” Nicholas laughs, already scrolling through his camera roll.

He holds his phone up to Euijoo’s face.

It’s a picture of you from a couple months ago at a party. Styled by Nicholas.

Euijoo blinks back. You look… different. You’re not wearing your glasses and your hair is curled and the tiny black dress you have on—Euijoo has never even seen you wear black before—fits you perfectly. He feels like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

Of course Nicholas weaponizes it. 

“I’ll send it to you,” he laughs. Euijoo feels his phone vibrate from the notification. “Close your mouth. Take that off and put that on.”

“Sounds good,” Euijoo mutters, already pulling his sweater over his head.

After several failed combinations, although Euijoo can’t really tell the difference between what makes an outfit good or bad, they finally settle on a simple look of baggy jeans, a streetwear tee, and a windbreaker.

“I knew it,” Nicholas says, stepping away from Euijoo after he finishes smudging eyeliner onto him as a finishing touch. “I’m a genius.”

“I feel funny,” Euijoo admits. Why was he wearing sunglasses at night? How much gel and wax and spray was in his hair right now?

“Well, you look hot,” Nicholas counters. “You know, I’d bet money on you getting scouted tonight.”

“Scouted?”

“Like, to model.”

“Why would that happen?”

“You’re over six feet tall and your waist is 28 inches.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You don’t need to. Let’s go.”

Nicholas texts several photos of Euijoo in all of the rejected outfits to you while waiting for the Uber to arrive.

gave ur bf a makeover

he looks scared nico :-( like you’re holding him hostage

he was hes fine now tho its party time will report back if he confesses his love for u

that’s not funny

wasnt a joke

take care of him

hes a big boy

your coworkers are scary sometimes

fine i can babysit r u not gonna say he looks sexy??????? i did a good job appreciate me!

he looks good nico you did a good job

so annoying its been like half a year objectify him already

someone’s drunk

just tipsyyyyyy g2g the car is here ttyl xoxo gossip girl

Part of you wants to text Euijoo to make sure he isn’t uncomfortable. Another part of you wants to let him enjoy his night out with Nicholas.

“I texted your girlfriend. She said you look scared,” Nicholas says on the car ride there.

“I feel better now,” Euijoo lies, staring out the window at the streetlights, his leg bouncing up and down. “I don’t know anything about fashion.”

“I know.”

“I won’t have anything to talk about with these people.”

“You know we have a life outside of work, right? Talk about whatever you want.”

“Right. Sorry. Okay.”

The music playing on the radio takes over.

“You called her my girlfriend,” Euijoo says quietly. “She’s not.”

“I know,” Nicholas replies, fixing his hair in his selfie cam. “But you want her to be.”

The statement slips out without Nicholas really thinking about it. Euijoo shrinks into himself and fumbles with the zipper on his jacket, his ears red.

“The t-shirt is Acne Studios,” Nicholas changes the subject. “The jeans are from Ambush. The sneakers are Salomons. Jacket is vintage from Taiwan. Do not let them ask to see the tag inside to check for a brand. I’m gatekeeping it.”

“Acne Studios, Ambush, Salomon, vintage from Taiwan,” Euijoo repeats the brands to himself to memorize them. “Thank you.”

“Come find me if you get nervous,” Nicholas adds. 

“Okay,” Euijoo nods. “Nicholas?”

“What?” he says as the car pulls up to the curb of the building.

“You were right, you know.” Euijoo admits, although he doesn’t say about what. He doesn’t have to.

“I know,” Nicholas smiles. “Now come on, it’s time to make your launch party debut.”

The music is loud. The lights are dark. 

Before Euijoo can worry about feeling out of place, a waiter approaches him and hands him a drink.

Nicholas introduces him to his coworkers. Several ask if he’s single. Nicholas immediately says that he isn’t before turning back to wink at him.

Euijoo almost chokes on his drink when the follow up question is if the relationship is monogamous.

Eventually, they separate and Euijoo starts to wander the party on his own.

He breaks down the components of his outfit when people ask. Waiters keep handing him glasses of champagne and shots of tequila.

Three different scouts from the modelling industry fight over him before he explains that he’s actually a kindergarten teacher. 

“What I’m hearing is that you’re free on nights, weekends, and the entire summer,” one smiles, handing him a business card. “Call me.”

Euijoo tucks the piece of paper into his jacket pocket and scans the room for the nearest exit. Once he’s in the hallway, away from the noise and the people, he takes out his phone.

He calls you without thinking about it. You answer immediately.

“Hi,” you say a bit too quickly, almost out of breath.

“Hi,” he says back, his words drawn out but not quite slurred. “Is this a bad time?”

“No. I’m just in my hotel room going over my notes from today.”

“Ah,” he exhales.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a party with Nicholas right now?”

“I still am,” he confirms, messing with the card in his pocket. His face is warm from the alcohol. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Your pen stops moving, suddenly abandoning the notes to really listen to him.

“You’ve been drinking,” you surmise, your heart beating so hard that you worry he can somehow hear it.

“I miss you,” he continues, ignoring your last statement.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” you remind him before hesitating. You miss him too. You miss him so much and you don’t know why you can’t just say it back.

“I know. Can I pick you up from the airport?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Okay,” you say, unsure if he’ll even remember that he made these plans in the morning. “I’ll let you know when my flight is supposed to land.”

“Okay,” he replies, smiling. Suddenly, a couple crashes into the hall, giggling and making out a few feet away from where Euijoo stands.

It only takes a few seconds to realize that it’s Nicholas and one of the coworkers he had introduced Euijoo to earlier.

“Nicholas is kissing someone right next to me,” Euijoo narrates. “I want to go home.”

“Go home,” you encourage him. “Call a taxi.”

“Okay,” he agrees, a bit sad knowing you’ll hang up on him soon. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” you reply. “Text me when you’re home safe. And drink some water.”

“I will.”

“Goodnight, Euijoo.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Euijoo wakes up the next morning with his head pounding.

It takes him all of six minutes to remember everything that had happened the night before. Including that he said he would pick you up from the airport.

It’s 1:04 p.m. You had texted him that morning to tell him your flight would land at 1:30.

The airport is twenty minutes away, he thinks to himself, willing his brain to work properly. If I call a car now, I can still be there on time. 

When you get down to baggage claim, he’s already waiting for you with a cup of bubble tea from the kiosk outside, still wearing Nicholas’s clothes.

“You came,” you smile, dropping your duffle bag onto the floor to hug him.

“I told you I would,” he says, letting his arms settle around you. “The drink is for you, by the way.”

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t remember,” you say when you pull away, happily accepting the bubble tea. “This is really yummy. Do you want some?”

“No, it’s okay,” he says, although his mouth is dry. “I remembered. I remember all of last night, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he replies. He had told you he wanted to hear your voice and that he missed you. You hadn’t said it back.

“Should we address the elephant in the room?” you ask, your mouth full of tapioca pearls. Euijoo blushes, suddenly nervous that you’re about to tell him that you don’t think about him like that and you never will.

“Oh. Yeah. Of course we can,” he says, doing his best to play it cool. “Address away.”

“I like your actual clothes better,” you smile. “You look good though. Just not like Euijoo.”

That’s all you have to say. Euijoo’s shoulders relax.

“I like my clothes better too,” he laughs, picking up your bag from the floor and slinging it over his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

APRIL

“I got asked out today,” you tell Euijoo on the way to the train station one afternoon. 

In a way, it’s less about recounting the event and more about seeing how he reacts, except it doesn’t go how you had hoped.

“That’s nice,” he replies, almost too kindly. “Are you going to go?”

Your heart sinks at his politeness. 

“I don’t think so,” you answer honestly, picking at the skin around your thumb.

“Why not?” he continues, looking over at you.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I think I’d probably just spend the entire time worrying if I were saying the right thing. Or if I looked pretty enough for them.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about the second thing,” he smiles. “You’re always pretty.”

It’s not the first time he’s complimented your looks, and you know he’s just trying to make you feel better, but it still feels like a punch in the gut no matter how hard you try to rationalize it.

He immediately notices the disappointed look on your face.

“I said something wrong,” he says, before concluding that he’s crossed a line by complimenting you. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t,” you reply immediately. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

“Okay.”

The rest of the walk is silent.

Nicholas texts Euijoo as soon as you get home and slam your bedroom door in his face.

wtf did u do

I don’t know!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shes rlly upset

I know.

so u did do something

Yes. I just don’t know what I did.

elaborate.

She said she got asked out on a date today and I asked her if she was going to go and she said no and then I asked why and she said she’d be too worried about being liked or being pretty and I told her those aren’t things she needs to worry about. Like, in the sense that she’s both very likeable and very pretty. But then she got sad and wouldn’t tell me why.

yk for a teacher ur such an idiot also learn how to use commas

Ok. Can you at least tell me why? Is it because I called her pretty?

no dumbass if u like her and u think shes pretty

I do.

stfu and let me finish

Sorry.

u shouldnt have told her to go on a date WITH SOMEONE ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What? But what if she wanted to go? I didn’t want to discourage her.

omfg im gonna fix this for u idk how yet but i will dont fuck it up again brb

Ok.  Thank you. I’m sorry.

Nicholas knocks on your bedroom door. You don’t answer him.

He knocks again. You stay in bed.

“I’m just going to open the door,” he says instead of knocking a third time. 

When he comes in, you’re cuddling Cutie and listening to some depressing Mitski song.

“I’m sad,” you pout as he sits down next to you.

“I know,” he says, fixing your hair. “Tell me about it.”

“I thought he’d tell me not to go,” you explain. 

Nicholas tilts his head in confusion, as if he hasn’t already gotten Euijoo’s side of the story.

“I told Euijoo that someone asked me out today and he actually encouraged me to go,” you sigh, your eyes getting misty. “I wanted him to tell me that he didn’t want me to go.”

“And he didn’t do that,” Nicholas says softly. 

You shake your head, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

“It’s okay,” Nicholas says, leaning closer to put his arm around you. “It’s okay for you to be disappointed.”

“And he knew I was upset and I couldn’t tell him why,” you continue, your voice hoarse.

“I get it,” Nicholas reassures you, his hand gently patting your head.

“You do?”

“Mhmm,” he hums.

“You don’t think I’m being silly?”

“No. I’d be sad if my sexy kindergarten teacher told me to date someone else too.”

“Nico!” you giggle, picking up your head from his shoulder to smack him on the arm.

“There’s that smile,” he grins at you. “You know he was just trying to be a good friend, right?”

“I know,” you sniffle, wiping your face dry with a tissue.

“I don’t think he actually wants you to go on a date with someone else,” he adds.

“How would you know that?”

“Intuition,” Nicholas shrugs. “Just try to be more patient with him. I’m not about to become a relationship crisis hotline.”

“Wait, what?” you ask, confused. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Nicholas smiles, standing up and backing towards the door. “You’re good, right?”

“Nico. What does that mean?”

“Yep, you’re good. I’m going now. Bye.”

Less than a minute later, you can hear the Gossip Girl theme song playing in the living room.

After spring break, Euijoo’s school invites you back to do another museum activity with all of the kindergarten classes.

You line the cafeteria’s tables with parchment paper and art supplies, and place tiny canvases in front of every seat.

It’s simple, really. They’re each going to make a piece of art and then you’re going to help each class arrange them into exhibits, complete with frames and labels and velvet ropes. 

Euijoo couldn’t stop telling you how good of an idea it was, though. You’ve already taught them how to think like a visitor. Now, you’re teaching them to be the artists themselves.

The kindergarten students file into the cafeteria in neat lines, climbing into their seats wearing oversized white t-shirts to protect their clothes from the messes they’re about to make.

Euijoo’s class arrives last, and when you see him smiling at you, your nervousness melts away.

Phoebe runs up to hug you, excited to see Cutie holding a tiny paintbrush and wearing a little beret.

“Can she sit in my lap?” she asks with wide pleading eyes. “I promise I’ll make sure she stays clean. Pinky swear!”

She holds out her pinky, unimaginably small compared to yours, and you link them together with a smile before handing Cutie over.

You and Euijoo watch as she happily runs over to her seat to join her classmates.

When the activity starts, you walk around together and watch as some students carefully scribble in marker or dip their fingers straight into the paint, forgoing brushes entirely. 

Shivam, the quiet boy from Euijoo’s class with the blue plastic glasses, sits and stares at his blank canvas.

Euijoo kneels beside him.

“Not feeling like painting?” he says. Shivam shakes his head. Euijoo turns to you. “Can you give me a sheet of paper?”

You nod, ripping one out of the notebook and handing it to him.

He carefully removes the edges and folds it into a small, neat rectangle before sliding it in front of his student.

“Do you want to be a curator like Miss Y/N?” he asks quietly, and Shivam nods. Euijoo smiles and pulls out a pen. 

They spend the next couple of minutes writing a label together.

By the time they finish, Ava is practically begging for your attention a few seats down.

“Mr. Byun! Miss Almost Byun! Come look at what I made!” she squeals in excitement.

You step closer to examine her painting. There’s several blobs in varying sizes and colors.

“It’s your wedding,” she explains triumphantly. She uses her finger to point out each blob, identifying the two biggest ones as you and Euijoo, and the smaller one as her.

Euijoo doesn’t bother redirecting her from her dream of the two of you getting married. He rarely does anymore. Instead, he smiles and asks her about her creative process.

She beams while explaining how she chose each color, and how she used paintbrushes “like a proper lady” unlike some of her classmates. He listens to each thing she says intently.

Before the two of you move onto other students, she makes you promise to let her know as soon as possible when you set the wedding date.

You watch Euijoo flit from student to student, encouraging some and challenging others. Somehow, he always seems to know what they need from him.

Suddenly, it hits you just how much you love him. How you’d love him even if you weren’t as close as you are.

It isn’t about who paints the best, or who’s the loudest. Each child walks away from his classroom feeling important.

While you’ve dedicated your career to proving to others that ordinary objects are worthy of wonder, Euijoo spends every day showing his students what makes them extraordinary.

He takes care of everybody. Not just you. He treats every person he meets with the same gentleness that you’ve always wished for.

You feel so lucky to have him in your life, even if it’s only as a friend.

MAY

“My mom is coming to town,” you tell Euijoo while he’s grading a worksheet on identifying shapes.

He looks up from his desk to see you absentmindedly playing with building blocks.

“For the exhibition?” 

He knows that it’s the first one since you were promoted to associate curator.

“Mhmm,” you hum, before knocking over the tower you’ve made. He watches it tumble onto the floor.

“You don’t seem very happy about it,” he observes.

“I invited her,” you shrug, although you know that’s not really an answer. “I wasn’t sure if she’d actually come.”

“What are you worried about?” he asks. Sometimes you wonder whether he can read your mind.

“I don’t know,” you lie. Euijoo waits for the real answer.

“I just,” you stop for a second, unsure of how to word it. “I always feel like a little girl when she’s around.”

He doesn’t ask you for clarification.

“I just want everything to go well,” you add.

“It will,” he says.

“I know,” you tell him. “But if it doesn’t… I’ll blame myself. Even if it’s not my fault.”

Euijoo frowns. You know he thinks you’re being too hard on yourself.

He stops himself from telling you it’s not logical. Instead, he asks, “Is she staying with you?”

“No, thank God,” you laugh awkwardly. “Hotel. It’s probably better that way.”

He nods. You count the ladybugs on the rug.

“Can I come?” he asks softly. You look up at him. “To opening night?”

“I thought you already knew that you were invited,” you tell him, surprised that he still doesn’t understand how badly you want him by your side.

“Oh,” he says. “I should wear a suit, right?”

“And a tie,” you add. “I’m wearing dark blue.”

You know that’s a big enough hint for him to understand that you want him to match with you.

He wonders whether or not he has a dark blue tie, and then decides it doesn’t really matter and he’ll just buy one if he doesn’t.

“Navy or royal?”

“Royal,” you answer with a smile.

Your mother arrives the morning of the day the exhibition is set to open.

You know that it’s partly because it saves her money on her hotel room and partly because she’s never enjoyed being anywhere for longer than she needs to be.

She doesn’t tell you when she lands, although you track her flight online and text her that you’ve sent a car to the airport.

She thumbs up the message. 

You skip lunch. Cutie stares at you from on top of your desk in disapproval.

Your tasks seem to never end as the minutes tick by, and the celebration that’s supposed to happen at the end of the work day never feels like you’ve earned it.

Euijoo texts you a picture of him in a suit with a royal blue tie, followed by “Nicholas walked me through tying it over FaceTime.”

Time and time again, Nicholas proves that he’s the best roommate and friend you could ever ask for. You’re a bit disappointed that he has to work through tonight, but at least Euijoo will be there.

“You look handsome,” you reply.

Euijoo short circuits when he reads it, and then manages to react with a heart.

He gets to the museum thirty minutes early and insists on helping you finish setting up.

“Just sit at my desk,” you tell him, frantically checking and re-checking your clipboard.

“You’re not even dressed yet,” he reminds you, pointing at the garment bag hanging on your office door.

“Fine,” you huff, handing him the clipboard and grabbing your dress and shoes.

“Everything’s already crossed off,” he says, flipping through the pages.

“I know,” you tell him, shutting your office door and clicking the lock. “Close your eyes.”

“You’re changing in here?” he asks, a blush spreading across his face. “Don’t you want to go to the bathroom?”

“The same bathroom that has hundreds of visitors a day? No,” you say. “I said close your eyes!”

“Yes ma’am,” he gulps, squeezing them shut. He hears shuffling, and you curse to yourself repeatedly.

“Euijoo,” you say, out of breath.

“Are you dressed?” he asks, his eyes still closed.

“No,” you answer, shuffling toward him. “I need you to zip it up.”

“What?!”

“Euijoo, it’s fine. It’s like, halfway done already. I just need you to finish it.”

He fumbles blindly before his hand lands on something soft.

“Euijoo.” Your voice is stern. “That’s my ass.”

“SORRY.” He pulls his hand away like he’s been burned.

“Just open your eyes.”

He opens one slowly, and then the other to see your back facing him, mostly covered by the dress. There’s just a sliver where it’s still open.

“Oh,” he laughs, embarrassed.

“Mhmm,” you mutter, your arms crossed. “Zip.”

By the time that fiasco is over, it’s basically time for the event to begin.

You check your phone. Your mom has texted you, “Outside waiting for doors to open.”

You’d throw up if your stomach weren’t so empty right now.

Euijoo senses your nerves and gets up to stand beside you.

“This night is for you,” he says, both hands on your shoulders.

“It’s for the exhibition,” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“That you helped put together,” he adds. “As associate curator.”

“Okay,” you concede. “You win. This night is for me.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiles. You can’t help but smile back.

The opening statements fly by. Fernando introduces the exhibit. He thanks the entire team before introducing you as the new associate curator, although everybody here probably already knows you.

Still, it’s nice to be acknowledged.

Later, when the event has devolved into mingling and wandering around to see the artifacts, someone taps your shoulder.

You look away from your plate of cheese that you’re sharing with Euijoo to see your mother.

“Hi, Y/N,” she says. She’s holding a glass of red wine and wearing a plain black dress.

“Hi, mom,” you say, standing up to hug her. Euijoo notices how she doesn’t lift her arms to hug you back, and suddenly wonders if he’s not supposed to be here.

And then you sit back down and squeeze his hand underneath the table. So, he stays.

“This is Euijoo,” you introduce him. “Euijoo, this is my mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says politely, shaking her hand.

She looks at him for a few seconds.

“He’s handsome,” she says to you. You nod in agreement.

“Have you looked at the exhibit yet?” you ask her, wondering if she’s formed an opinion on it, but too afraid to ask.

“No,” she replies, and your heart sinks. “I was hoping that you could walk me through it.”

You wonder whether it’s because she wants to spend time with you or because she can’t be bothered to look at them on her own.

Euijoo squeezes your hand.

“Of course,” you say, before turning to Euijoo. “I’ll be back.”

He watches as the two of you walk away and tries not to worry.

“You know, I never understood your sentimentality,” she says, pretending to be interested in a worn postcard.

“I know,” you tell her, twisting your ring around your index finger. 

She moves onto a cracked magnifying glass. 

“I wrote the caption for that one,” you mention, stepping a bit closer to her.

She leans down to read it. “Interesting.”

By the time you reach the last object, you start to wonder why she even came if she wasn’t going to say anything nice to you.

“It’s too hot,” she complains, fanning her face.

“We can go outside,” you say, motioning for her to follow you out onto the balcony.

The two of you stand close to the railing, feeling the breeze on your skin.

The sun is just starting to set.

“Your boyfriend is nice,” your mother tells you. “Euijoo.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you say quietly, almost afraid of correcting her. “Just a friend.”

“No?” she looks at you briefly before focusing on her glass of wine, and then somewhere far into the horizon. “Hm.”

You stand together in silence, watching the sky change colors.

“How long have you known that he’s in love with you?” she asks without turning to face you.

“What?”

“I watched him follow you all night like a puppy dog,” she says plainly. “And he seemed very concerned that you eat something.”

Your hand balls into a fist, your nails finding their way into your palm.

“You have a big heart,” she continues, still looking away. “I’ve always been worried someone would take advantage of that.”

You stare at her, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m really happy that you’ve found someone who doesn’t. You’ve done a good job.”

Your mother turns to you and smiles. She doesn’t say anything else. She just places her hand on your shoulder briefly, and then heads back inside.

You close your eyes and inhale sharply, gripping the railing in an attempt to slow your breathing, but it’s too late. You feel the first tear drop.

And then another comes, until you can’t control it anymore.

You’re worried that the floor is going to fall from underneath you.

“Y/N,” you hear Euijoo’s voice behind you, getting closer with every second that you struggle to hide your feelings. “I thought you were out here! You know, I was talking with your boss Fernando and—hey, what’s wrong?”

You bury your face into his chest, sobbing. You feel his arms wrap around you, one on your back and the other smoothing your hair.

“It’s okay,” he says gently. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

He holds you for what feels like an eternity. 

Eventually, your heartbeat slows to match the steady rhythm of his.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Euijoo asks when you finally pull away. 

You shake your head. He remembers that Nicholas will probably be getting home from work soon.

“Um, okay, that’s okay,” he continues, doing his best to stay calm for you. “What about my place? It’s really quiet.”

You nod.

He doesn’t let go of your hand once, even when he’s fumbling with his keys to unlock his front door.

It’s the first time you’ve ever been in his apartment. It’s neat. Maybe too neat. 

If it weren’t for all of the stick figure drawings framed above his fireplace, you’d think nobody lived here.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to,” he says, pulling out a chair for you to sit down. “Or you can if you do. Or you can tell me that nothing’s wrong and you just felt like crying. Or that something’s wrong and you just don’t know what.”

You laugh at his list of options, like he had just verbally given you a multiple choice quiz. He hands you a glass of water before sitting down next to you.

You’re still looking around his apartment, trying to see if you recognize anything. And then you spot it. A picture of the two of you that Nicholas took on New Year’s Eve, pinned to the side of his fridge with a magnet.

When your eyes meet his again, you can’t hold it in anymore.

“I love you,” you say. The corner of his mouth twitches.

“What?” Euijoo asks. You can hear the surprise in his voice.

“I’m in love with you,” you clarify, taking a sip of water to wet your throat.

He stares at you. Then stands up, then sits back down again. You can feel yourself starting to panic the longer he takes to say something.

“I’m sorry if this ruins the friendship,” you continue, your gaze falling to the floor. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I didn’t mean to make things weird. I just really felt like I needed to say it and I don’t really know what I expected… actually I didn’t have any expectations because I decided maybe an hour ago and—”

“I’m in love with you too,” he says. You lift your head to look at him. “I–I’ve been in love with you for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, although it feels a bit silly considering how long you’ve kept your feelings hidden from him too.

“I didn’t want you to think that the only reason I’m your friend is because I love you,” he answers, his reasoning feeling less solid once he’s said it out loud.

A small laugh escapes you. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks.

“I was scared you’d love me back,” you sigh, knowing how backwards it sounds.

He laughs too, and then you both go quiet.

“You know,” Euijoo speaks up. “Maybe we should have gone back to your apartment. I think Nicholas would have really liked to witness this. Should we call him?”

“Euijoo,” you blink back at him. His smile fades.

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking about my roommate and kiss me.”

“Oh. Sure,” he says, scooting his chair closer to yours. It makes a squeaking sound as it scrapes against the floor. “I can do that. I can definitely do that.”

It’s a bad first kiss. Like, a ‘not knowing which way to turn your head–hands hovering awkwardly–teeth knocking against each other’ first kiss.

The second isn’t much better. But the third?

It’s good. And if Euijoo knows anything, it’s that practice makes perfect.

He also knows that he’s not going to stop kissing you for the rest of his life, and you’re more than happy to let him.

EPILOGUE

“I have to tell you something,” Euijoo says one night while holding you in bed. “I never finished your thesis.”

“I thought so,” you laugh, snuggling further into him. “You never gave it back.”

“It’s still at school.” He kisses your cheek. 

“Mhmm,” you hum, fiddling with his hands at your waist.

“It was a little boring,” he confesses, pressing another kiss against your neck. “Not as good as listening to you talk in person.”

“I know,” you say. He kisses your shoulder.

“But I liked you so much. You were so pretty, and smart, and good with the kids,” he sighs, turning you around to face him. “So, so pretty.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips.

“And I needed an excuse to talk to you again.” He pauses for a second to look at you, really look at you, as if trying to comprehend that you’re finally his. “I’m so glad I thought of one.”

“Me too,” you smile, kissing him back.

You’ve spent your whole life trying to explain yourself to people. How you think, how you feel. With Euijoo, you know you don’t have to.

Not because he intrinsically understands everything. He doesn’t understand a lot about you. At least not the way he wants to. Not yet.

It’s because he’s happy to just let you exist the way you are without ever feeling the need to question why. He loves you like it’s as simple as breathing, and you let him.

The feeling is new. You’re still learning how to get used to it, but thankfully, you have the best teacher in the world by your side. And that’s more than you could ever ask for.

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