update: this fic's been posted!! click here to read!
a/n: hellaur everyoneeee here's a lil summary & drabble into another wip i'm working on rn,,,i had this idea in the back of my head for SO incredibly long (im talking since 2021 pls) and decided to finally go for it :') so here's a lil peek for the time being to prove i'm still alive heh. i hope you guys like this concept,,,idk why but i really envisioned jay in this trope maybe because i plan on making it very fun & lighthearted but mixed in with some serious & angsty tones...we shall seeeee....you know i love my college!aus and e2l!aus heheh anyways saur sorry im yapping now! lmk what you think & if you want to be tagged !!
genre: jay x female!reader, fluff, comedy, college!au, enemies to lovers!au, parenting!au (parenting a robot baby LMAO), sum angst maybe, both reader & jay are smartasses who don't know how to communicate and confront their feelings , also a bit of photographer!jay :')
summary:
The Art & Science of Parenting 101 (PSY1009) – In this interactive course, students will explore the psychological, social, and biological foundations of parenthood. Through a mix of theory and hands-on practice, you'll master the art of raising a simulated baby—aka the 'robot child.' Late-night feedings, tantrum taming, and crisis control are all part of the deal.
What you didn’t expect to be part of the deal? Getting paired with Jay Park—the last person you’d trust to raise, well, anything. You’re pretty sure he couldn’t even take care of a pet rock. Now, you’re stuck co-parenting this robot baby together for 40% of your final grade.
Warning: Sleep deprivation is guaranteed. And maybe, just maybe, some unexpected feelings for your disaster of a partner. Good luck!
longer drabble under cut! <3
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"Y/N and Jay."
Wait. What?
Your head snaps up so fast it's a miracle it didn't pop off your neck and roll away.
You blink. You must have misheard.
"Y/N and Jay," Professor Kim repeats as if she could read your confused expression, voice too nonchalant for the life-wrecking news she's about to deliver: "You two are partners."
The words hit you like a bus. No, not even. The words hit you like a bus driven by a T-Rex that flips over, crashes into a building, and explodes into a million ashy pieces. And there you are—standing right in the middle of the wreckage, somehow still alive to suffer through every second of it—while Jay, smug as ever, whips around in his seat to face you.
And of course, there it is: that look of his that screams 'This is going to be so much fun for me, and so much pain for you.'
"Guess we're parents now, Y/N!" Jay chimes, his voice dripping with so much sarcastic enthusiasm you swear he just got handed an Oscar for Most Annoying Human. If that tone were a substance, you'd bottle it up and use it as insect repellent. On him. Repeatedly.
You blink at him, you're sure—you're praying—this has to be some elaborate prank. Maybe Jay bribed Professor Kim with his rare attempt at turning in an assignment on time just to mess with you. Or maybe the universe just hates you and this is your karma for stealing your roommate's last ramen packet that one time a year ago.
But no, Professor Kim keeps rattling off other pairs like it's business as usual, as if your entire academic career and sanity isn't currently being flushed down a metaphorical toilet, while you sit there, paralyzed, your brain rapidly melting into a useless puddle from the sheer thought of being paired with him.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" Jay teases as he leans over the back of his chair towards you. "You don't want to play house with me?"
You narrow your eyes at him, mentally wielding your imaginary bug spray like it's a holy weapon. "I don’t," you reply flatly. "In fact, I’d rather perform open-heart surgery on myself with a plastic spoon than co-parent with you."
Jay’s eyes light up as his hand goes to his heart. "Aw, you really know how to make a guy feel special. This is why I like our little relationship, you know?"
"Relationship?" You scoff loud enough to make the people sitting three rows behind you to glance in your direction. "The only thing we have in common is a shared oxygen supply."
"See, that’s the spirit," he says, turning back to face the front like he didn't just ruin your life. And somehow, that pisses you off even more. Is it his voice? His stupidly perfect hair? The fact that he breathes in your general direction? At this point, he could literally sneeze, and it would still feel like a personal attack.
Is it too late to switch majors? Or schools? Maybe even countries? Surely, restarting your entire college career as a super senior would be better than spending the next six weeks parenting with Jay. Jay Park, who has probably never held anything more fragile than a Red Solo Cup.
Jay Park, who is just sitting there, all calm and collected, clearly loving every second of your misery.
While you're frozen in pure, unadulterated horror.
Your grade? Plummeting as we speak. Your robot baby? Probably going to need therapy by day two. And you?
You're screwed.
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decided to go for a longer sneak peek than usual bc im very excited about this one heh :) i also changed up my title image formatting..trying out smth new !!!
content: werewolves, drunk k, implied underage drinking, nightball party, college au
halloween. the one night a year k could let go, knowing the entire pack can be wolfy for the night and have it pass as halloween costumes. he was wearing a sunshine city athletics t-shirt, claws, teeth, and ears out. the silver hair framed his face beautifully, tanned skin and cute lips sipping on a beer. he was cuddled up to you, taki, maki, yuma and harua screaming the lyrics to “ghostbusters” on a table, nicholas controlling aux while fuma looked like he was going to have a heart attack in the corner and ej…hid? jo was sitting on the chair diagonal to the couch you and k were, and in the mix of people you could recognize were random people, like shotaro from your bio lecture. the fact k was so calm calmed you, him talking sometimes but for the most part just content closing his eyes and knowing the pack was taken care of for tonight, including knowing whenever he heard those boys howl, people just assumed they were a bit…too into the halloween spirit. that might’ve been one of your favorite nights in your relationship so far, a snuggly k and the boys being the boys. at the end of the night, you thanked them with a wonderful table rendition of cannibal by kesha.
genre: (hints of) enemies to lovers, angst (?), fluff if you squint
warnings: none (i think? let me know if you spot anything!)
in which i-land is a program to make both a girl and a boy group and reader and heeseung are the trainee ace rivals of hybe who are forced to perform together against the grounders.
a/n: part one of my mini-series! part 2 here | part 3 here <3
it was late at night, and the i-land building residents had decided to go to bed so they had energy to practise for the ground vs i-land battle happening five days later. well, all of them were sleeping but two: heeseung and y/n.
the both of them were in the main practice room, still trying to cooperate and coordinate their moves, for they had to do a mixed stage. they were performing butterfly together, both cursing whoever decided that suddenly making a change in groups and mixing the male and female members was a good idea.
nevertheless, they ended up agreeing to suck it up and try to work as one so the team could get a high score. and there they were, still not matching each other’s energy.
stressed out, y/n stopped dancing and paused the music. “this is clearly still not working out,” she stated. “either we do something about it now or i’m going to bed.”
“what do you think we have been trying to do for the past two hours?” heeseung asked her, then muttered. “or at least i’ve been trying.”
y/n scoffed. “i’m sorry? mind you, i led this practice all afternoon and you always countered my opinions,” she said rather quickly and slightly offended. “i don’t know if you can call that trying, but sure.”
the boy sighed, visibly tired and not wanting to get into a fight again. “look,” he started. “i may not have been of much help-”
“clearly.”
“-but,” he continued after being cut off. “i didn’t do it to go against you, only to try and test things out from a different perspective.”
“well, we tried my and your ideas, and none are working,” y/n said. “maybe we need another point of view that’s not ours.”
heeseung looked at her through the mirror. “i can’t believe i’m saying this, but i agree.”
half an hour after y/n left to find help, she, surprisingly, came back with rain. how she had managed to get to him, heeseung didn’t know, but he was secretly grateful she found him out of every other producer.
they explained the situation to him and he nodded along. “so, basically you don’t know how to dance together without clawing at each other’s throats, huh?” he told them, although not waiting for neither to say anything. “and here i thought they were dating,” he muttered to himself. “talk about enemies to lovers.”
not hearing what he last said, y/n looked at the man and spoke. “do you think you can give us advice to turn this into a good performance?” to which he nodded with a warm smile and told them to show him the whole act.
they did just that, and right after the first chorus ended, rain stopped the music. “i know what’s wrong,” he half shouted. “you’re not close enough, both physically and mentally,” seeing the looks of not understanding the two teens were giving him, he continued. “you have to reach for each other, to feel what the other does and not put a barrier in between, you have to be as close as possible in order to make this credible.”
y/n and heeseung locked eyes and then turned to the producer. even though they thought rain was close to mad for even thinking they could get along, they nodded and thanked him for the advice. the eldest then excused himself and told them to record themselves if they improved so he could see it.
silence fell upon both of them and stayed that way for a bit, until the boy spoke. “i guess we have no chance but to try,” y/n agreed shortly after and pressed record on their tablet before they placed themselves in the initial position of the song.
with rain’s advice in mind, they started to sing and dance. firstly, they were doing nothing to cease the awkwardness, but during the first chorus they got a bit more near each other. unconsciously, they danced and sang closer and closer until there was little room between them.
both heeseung and y/n felt different as they saw they weren’t so separated, and loosened up when they realised that rain’s advice was actually kind of working. they met gazes more often, and fully made physical contact when it was needed in the choreo, instead of awkwardly hovering their hands over the other like earlier.
anyone that watched that last part of the song would’ve thought they had never had trouble with one another and they were inseparable from the day they met. in fact, when rain received the video, he saw a big spark of hope between the duo’s relationship.
the song finished with the ending pose, consisting of holding hands next to their faces and looking into each other’s eyes. it was supposed to be a fast ending, with them just standing like that for five seconds, but none seemed to want to let go. they kept staring at each other, their gazes then lowering to the other’s lips. they unconsciously leaned in and reduced the space between them, slightly closing their eyes-
“ayo,” anna (one of the female trainees and also one of y/n's best friends) and jay barged in through the door, anna shouting the short greeting. “have you seen my-”
y/n and heeseung quickly separated and put distance between them, looking at their friends with awkward smiles. y/n couldn’t believe herself. what was she doing, almost kissing her supposed rival?
“-beanie,” anna continued, realising she had interrupted a moment. “you know what? nevermind, i’ll search for it tomorrow,” she then dragged jay away with her. “let’s go, jay!”
“wha- but-” jay tried to speak just to be shushed by his friend while she pushed him towards the stairs.
after some excruciating silence, y/n took the courage to say something. “i’m... going to sleep, if that’s okay with you?” she didn’t even know why she asked for his approval, she could do whatever she thought best.
“sure, yeah,” the older answered. “i’ll go to bed too, then.”
they both walked to their respective rooms and went to open the door, but simultaneously turned around before twisting the knob.
“so-”
“well-”
“you first,” y/n let him speak.
“tomorrow at eight a.m, breakfast, then practice again?”
y/n was surprised to hear that he wanted to eat breakfast with her instead of being on opposite tables like they did before, but she gave him a barely visible smile and nodded. “eight a.m it is,” she turned and opened the door, looking back at him. “good night, heeseung.”
heeseung stood there after she had already closed the door, smiling to himself when he registered the fact that y/n had called him by his name and not his surname (like she always did until that night). “good night, y/n,” he whispered, still smiling, then went inside his room.
You and Taki were currently sitting on the rooftop of your building alone at night, watching the city lights and the stars together in awe. You swear you've never seen stars as beautiful as these ones. Suddenly, you see a flash before your eyes and the click of a camera, so you look over to see your long time friend has taken a picture of you.
"Hey!? Delete that, I wasn't ready!" You argue only to have Taki grin mischievously, amused at your dumbfounded expression.
"I'm definitely keeping this." He says, looking at your picture. "You look too cute in this picture." You give up and lean closer to look at the picture he took.
"You look happy." He adds, turning the phone in your direction so you could see it properly. He's right.
"Wow.." You mumble, amazed. Taki stares at you for a moment and gently lifts up your chin to look at him.
"There's something I want to tell you, ______." He looks at you with those brown eyes of his, strands of hair falling over them.
"I'm listening" You say, feeling your heartbeat go crazy inside your ribcage from being this close to him.
"I.. I like you." He stammered. Your eyes go wide in surprise at his words. You've kept a crush on him but never had the courage to confess and certainly didn't expect him to feel the same. "It's been a while already." His careful expression says it all. He really does like you.
"I... like you too, Taki." You say, hoping this isn't just a fruit of your imagination.
Suddenly you hear a loud thunder and shrink into the boy's arms. You look up and notice the sky that was clean minutes ago were now gathering clouds, concluding soon it will begin to rain.
Your attention is brought back when Taki holds you tightly on his embrace and you look back at him. You look deep into his eyes the same way he looks into yours, slowly closing the distance until you both are so close that you can feel his hot breath on your skin.
Two hearts pounding as you share this moment, the first kiss you've been waiting for. You smile as you fit your lips into his sweetly, pulling away after a minute when you feel a drop of water touching your skin.
"Will you be mine?" He asks placing a hand on your cheek.
"Yes!" You answer happily and pull him to get up before the rain get stronger, so you both go back safely hand in hand. It's a magical night for the both of you.
Summary: In which taekwodo athlete Jungwon retires after a fatal injury and battles with his mental health because his timer gets stuck on 1 day: 1 hour: 1 minute and 1 second.
× Your timer on your wrist counts the days, the hours, the minutes & the seconds you have until you cross paths with your soulmate.
TW: mentions of depression, death, high expectations, fear of failure, violence (few hits), injuries & hospitals!
1 second.
It took 1 second for Jungwon's life to be destroyed, to become crumbles with one hit.
Just like his heart.
Although Jungwon was young, he still was very disiplined. He was the best student on his dojo and he had won many competitions and metals along his way. He was one of the top students at school, having the role of class president. He never lost track of his actions, time or even himself. If you look at the dictionary, you will see his name under the definition of balance. But he had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders that weren't even his. He sometimes forgot that he is a 18 years old boy that should go out with friends, worry about his tests and eventually rebel to his parents or develop a crush on a girl.
He forgot how to live.
How to be a teenager.
His whole life was an unbreakable routine, not that he minded of course, but he still felt a little empty inside. Like he missed something. His soulmate link was making him impatient as he eagerly watched everyday the numbers go down, until the day he finally meets his soulmate. Until that day comes, he promised to himself to be as stable as possible mentally and physically, to be a person his partner can rely on for their rest of their lives. Or at least try. And he was doing a great job to the point the boy with cat-like eyes was constantly getting praised from older and younger people for his maturity, for already behaving and perceiving life like a full grown adult.
But none of the things he did felt right.
Everything, except his passion and love for teakwodo.
But the maintenance of an impressive image and a stable everyday life came with a great cost, the cost of not being allowed to express feelings. Jungwon struggled with his feelings even though he mastered early the art of hiding his true feelings and the opinions that were laced with them. He was like a semi-closed wardrobe, full of clothes, barely having space or even air to let the contents breathe. So overwhelmed that if someone tried to open it all the clothes would fall out. The only way he could keep the closet closed and not disappoint the people he cared and loved was by locking it with a so-called security chain. That chain was his favorite sport, which allowed him to hold in his inside world by letting out all the stress and anger in hits. To at least release his negative feelings, shove his weaker side more inside the furniture and make room for peace and quiet so that he doesn't feel so uncomfortable with the person he became. So he was only left with his troubled thoughts and desperate heart. He wanted a slight change, in order to come in touch with his weaknesses, to fully accept his non perfect self, to free his feelings and be human again.
Sometimes then we reach to our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change. And that's what exactly happened.
While Jungwon was spending nearly all of his day at the dojo, preparing hard without a break for the upcoming national tournament he was met with an unpleasant experience. After landing his last punch for the day his wrist burned more than usual, the boy didn't pay attention to the feeling thinking that he slightly hurt his arm. He didn't pay attention to it until he returned home and retired to his room to get a good night's sleep. After discarding his long sleeved shirt to wear a clear one his eyes fell to his clock that was tattooed on his skin only to see that it had stopped. Completely. The usually calm boy, immediately tensed as his heart stopped at the sight. Then feelings his heart had almost forgotten emerged, clouding his mind and logic explanation. All he felt was fear, anger, sadness and regret that he couldn't do anything to prevent it's pause even though he knew he couldn't in the first place. He didn't sleep that night, he was instead glued to his phone looking at the small screen for hours trying to find answers, why did it stopped and how he could make it count again.
What terrified him the most was the fact that the clock was stuck to an extremely critical moment. The unmoving green numbers and letters were staring back at him, laughing at his luck, maybe at his wrong life choices and poor condition. Why?
Because the clock was stuck exactly at 1 day: 1 hour: 1 minute and 1 second.
He was desperate to fix it. He was desperate to meet his destiny. He was desperate to live with the person that was "made" for him. After all, the countdown and her existence was his reason to continue living like a blue bird inside the cage, his reason to wait and be. There was no way he could cause this to himself right? There was no way the universe judged that he wasn't ready yet right? That's why he put all his liabilities and activities aside to face and solve the problem like an adult would do. He was searching like a mad man, every book, every source, he was asking every individual with the same soulmate link without getting any answers. Luck wasn't on his side, because he was the first human in history who came across this phenomenon and no one knew how to help him. The only think that that held him sane was the fact that his other half continued breathing. How he knew that? Experts and non experts told him that the clock stops and loses color only if one of the two soulmates dies or falls in a coma. Fortunately, his clock hadn't lost its color.
As a result, his family and friends were worried about him and also upset with the fact that they couldn't help him. Jungwon didn't want to disappoint anyone, he didn't want to be a burden. So he decided to keep his problem and his feelings to himself and continue with his life, like he always did. He had a competition to attend, he had to be ready.
Unfortunately, news travel fast and after a few days everyone in the dojo knew about his situation. All athletes were giving him words of encouragement or sad stares while he was trying to pull himself together and make sure to do his best at the competition. This task was proven difficult as his facade was falling apart and his feelings were out of control. The closest was finally opened and the said clothes were constantly falling like the tears on his eyes on sleepless nights.
Jungwon never felt so vulnerable before in his life. He was used to having control over his head and heart and in case something slipped out he was quick to fix it or hide it. Now he couldn't do anything and he felt like a small child: sensitive, naive, clueless, scared, crushed and unsafe. Gathering all his strength and logic, one day before his competition he went to visit the only person he felt okay to show his true nature: his loveable and wise grandmother.
"Grandma I'm so lost, I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so empty and defeated. I can't help but wonder, why me? Haven't I been a good person? Why is the universe treating me like I did something terrible?" he admitted with his head hanging low, avoiding eye contact with the woman that raised him and supported him since the day he was born while his parents were working day and night to bring food to the table.
"My dear, you didn't do anything wrong. You've been anything but a bad person in your life and everyone around you can confirm that. We sometimes forget that we can switch places, any moment of the day, with the unfortunate ones and that's okay. I understand that nobody wants to be or even imagine being in a situation like yours or in a more serious situation. But what we need to do is to accept it and move on. Acceptance is a very difficult task to complete, that's why most of us struggle with it in all its forms: whenever it is about belonging somewhere or to someone, whenever it is about being good to ourselves. It takes time but I think that's what you have to do for now, or at least try. Just don't forget who you truly are and know that we will be beside you to quide you." the old woman said with love while she was caressing his soft, pitch black hair.
Jungwon skeptically looked for the nth time the little frozen clock on his hand. He completely understood his grandmother's words and he was willing to follow her advice. After all these days of pure panic, fear, anger and despair he couldn't help but bitterly laugh and stare with teary eyes at the number combination.
"It's a shame I won't be able to meet you after all... I hope at least you are happy and live however you want, without harmful expectations from either yourself or your inner circle." he whispered, a bitter smile adorning his tired face.
His words were genuine and came straight from his heart. Even though he was sure she couldn't listen, he deeply hoped and wished his soulmate didn't have to live a life so tiring and "perfect" as he.
"Don't give up yet, I'm sure the clock will start counting again. I believe your situation isn't permanent, have faith in the universe. Maybe the right time hasn't come, that's why it remains still." his mentor told him and huged him tightly, the warm hug making him forget how cruel fate can be.
Jungwon woke up more hopeful this morning, feeling a little better after his deep conversation with his grandma. He was determined to win the competition, continue his life and learn to accept himself, wishing for the universe to reverse its doings. But again things didn't go how he wanted.
After hours of tiring matches, painful but harmless hits and sweaty bodies, on the final round he was called to face the second best athlete, the silver metal. An opponent he always won and although he was confident he could take him down again things took a bad turn. That match changed his life for ever, adding the cherry on top to his destruction. He had no idea that the fight wouldn't only be physical. He had no idea that words would hurt more than actions that day.
"Look who's here, I didn't thought you would come. You know with all the mourning process, I had hopes that my win would be a walk in the park with your absence." the opponent spat with venom clearly trying to get to his head.
The damaged boy remained calm and tried to focus and plan his attacks. All the factors showed that he was going to be the winner again.
"You talk too much Gyul. I didn't know you were that jealous of me! Let me remind you that we aren't here to chit chat and that this "pleasant" conversation can be held after the award ceremony."
"Maybe the only thing the universe will give you after this "conversation" is the metal because you aren't worth anything else! You don't deserve to have soulmate, even the universe knows that. That's why it abandoned you the very last moment!"
Suddenly, Jungwon froze. Gyul's hurtful words and his very own soulmate tattoo on his neck seemed like they were mocking him for the loss of his own special link. As a result, he stayed glued to his position, letting the words echo in his head, giving him the answer he seeked for so long. Maybe he didn't deserve to have a soulmate, he wasn't worth for such a precious person with a link so strong that lasts forever. How could he love someone else then he can't even love himself? How could he even look in her eyes with sincerity, knowing he had spent all of his days being the person everybody wanted him to but not the person he actually wants to be?
His life came crashing down the moment Gyul made him remember the haunting numbers on his wrist.
1 hit on the arm represented 1 day.
1 hit on the knee referred to 1 hour.
1 hit on the stomach was for 1 minute.
And the last one on the head to remind him that 1 second. That cursed detail.
After the set of hits he didn't remember much, all he saw and heard before he closed his eyes was his parents running towards him screaming and the referee's whistle. The poor boy was rushed to the hospital for treatment, the pain on his heart seemed to be worse than those of his injuries. The doctors explained to his parents how serious the injuries were and that he needed at least 6 months to fully heal. That also meant that he had to stop teakwodo and stay home after the treatment. Again, that's what happened. A completely heartbroken Jungwon was left to the hospital, suffering without anyone sharing his medical ward. The only human interaction he had was with the nurses, his parents and friends then they decided to visit. Loneliness and misery were playing games inside his head, polluting his thoughts and expanding on his body like an oil spill in the ocean. And although the small white room was nearly empty from furniture and decorations, it felt suffocating and endless like a dark forest. So he cried, everyday and every night, letting for a second time his feelings to break free from their prison. There was no one there to see him anyway, he hadn't anyone to please, any expectation or wish from others to fulfill. And while he thought there was no escape from his condition the bed next to him suddenly was occupied. The next day the nurses brought in a girl around his age who had a broken arm. At first, he didn't care about his new roommate. Honestly, all he could think about was the fact that he couldn't express his feelings from now on as he wasn't alone on the room but he felt something weird, something he never felt before. He didn't know how to describe it other than a gentle pull towards the person that just entered the room. With each minute passing by, he grew curious so he decided to lift his boba-like eyes and immediately he was drawn to her like a magnet. Her sad and pouty face doing nothing to hide the elegant and organized aura she had leaving the cat boy was shocked by her beauty. She reminded him of himself prior to the fateful pause. Like she was his mirror but obviously not broken like him. She was far more calm and accepting of her injury and situation in comparison to him. The nurses were happy to give him a new friend to keep him company but after leaving them alone with each other no one was brave enough to speak. Suddenly, shyness and intimidation took place in the room. The pull was getting stronger with each passing second and he didn't know why. The attraction was mutual with the girl stealing quick glances of his god-like sculptured face, soft lips and shiny eyes, something Jungwon failed to observe. A few days passed without exchanging a single word until he found enough courage to engage conversation with the human that had all his attention.
"How di- did you break it? I- I mean your arm." he said stuttering, showing how little confidence he had. He wanted to slap himself for asking such a sensitive question before asking for her name.
The girl was shocked when she heard his voice for the first time. All she could feel was how fast her heart was beating while getting goosebumps all over her body. As a result, she was left speechless and the shocked look on her face made him rethink his life choices.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked for your name first instead of throwing such a sensitive question."
"It's-it's okay! I fell from m- my bike and landed on my arm. Oh- and I'm (Y/N) by the way." she said, looking everywhere other than his beautiful oak brown eyes, with a soft voice matching his shyness.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I hope it heals soon! My name is Yang Jungwon." he said relieved with (Y/N)'s words, he didn't want to mess up again.
"Thank you, I wish quick recovery to you too! If you don't mind me asking, how did you get all those injuries? They seem... bad and painful."
"I- I lost during a teakwodo competition. The dude sure has a lot of strength, I underestimated him on that part." he said with a small sad smile, he didn't expect to ever admit a defeat like this.
"I'm so sorry. Don't be upset though, more opportunities with rise for you to win another competition. Look, I don't encourage violence in any way but this guy needs to be beaten up by someone twice as hard to see how unfair and unprofessional was that. I understand that these are martial arts we talking about but he had no reason to hit you this much!"
He couldn't help but listen to her little rant with a giant smile on his face. He felt safe and relieved on her presence, her words didn't failed to cheer him up after being low for so long. That weird feeling did wonders to him, he at least had his mind elsewhere other than replaying and rethinking the past events and its possible solutions.
"Thank you for your kind words. I guess he was too fed up with me winning him on every competition." he said kinda proud while laughing at the girl's rage, her angry face was cute he couldn't lie.
That day a strong friendship was built between the two lovestruck teenagers. They bonded over high expectations, internal struggles, unsaid feelings and fear of falling. Their bond was very special for both of them: they had identical personalities and strangely enough they felt safe to talk about emotions then needed. There was no more hiding of true feelings and spontaneous acts that made Jungwon's mind be at peace. He didn't have to calculate, filter words and actions or to worry about any reaction from others because she was okay with him being honest, being real. It was no secret by the way he looked, acted and talked to her that he developed feelings for his roommate, feelings he knew he had to discard as soon as possible. He didn't want to be selfish, she had a soulmate and he didn't want to get in their way. He wanted her to be happy even if that meant that he had to let her go and find her safe space in another person. She totally deserved it, she was a beautiful person inside out. Friendly, responsible and always there to help others. He was fine with the thought of them being just friends or nothing at all, he was ready to accept the pain her loss would bring. Perhaps, if he had a choice to change everything in his life, he wouldn't touch a single moment if that meant he didn't get to meet her. For the time being, he thought fate was giving him a second chance in life by giving him a friend to accept, express and grow as an individual, as a human with emotions and flaws. What he didn't notice was the fact that his clock started counting again to the point all the ones were replaced by the number zero. Not until his newfound friend it pointed out.
"I see you have already met your soulmate, lucky you! She must be so worried about you." She said with sadness and envy being evident in her voice, letting her eyes wander on his wrist while they were eating.
"No I haven't, my clock actually stopped counting a while ago." he answered surely, not bothering to check if it was true. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
"You're joking right? My clock stopped counting too, it was stuck on 1 day, 1 hour-"
"1 minute and 1 second?" he interrupt her with a low voice, tilting his head to the side like a cat while wearing a confused expression.
"Extactly!" she exclaimed standing up from her seat, bringing her wrist in front of her face to confirm the numbers only to see the same zeros she saw on the boy's hand earlier. She stretched her arm to his direction to show him, while he too held his up to see an image he thought he would only encounter on his wildest dreams.
The room got quiet and the two teenagers were left with their mouths open, while looking at each other deep in the eyes. A storm of thoughts clouding their minds and a sea of emotions came crashing to their hearts. Suddenly everything made sense: the pause, the injuries, the hospital, the pull, the connection. Everything was planned so they could meet and heal at the same place, at the same period of time, on the same room. Without a second thought, Jungwon rushed to her side and huged her tightly while allowing happy tears to fall from his cheeks to her shirt. She huged him back in a heartbeat feeling thankful to fate that she didn't lost him forever.
"I thought I wasn't going to meet you. I thought I didn't deserve you, because of the person I was."
"Every human deserves to love and be loved, don't you ever forget that, my angel!"
"Next time don't take too long to kiss me. Believe me, I don't like waiting and I think neither you do!"
So they stood there, appreciating each other's embrace, thanking the universe for bringing them close under these circumstances. Before she could pull away Jungwon placed an adoring kiss on her soft and sweet lips, hiding his red face on her shoulder while taking in her fruity scent. At the end, the clock changed it's color and now instead of green it became a soft romantic pink.
[❤️] Note: I'M BACK IN BUSINESS PEOPLE! More writings and aus are coming out and thank you to everyone who showed lot's of support, love and to everyone who patiently waited for me and the series return. I hope you enjoy this one, it's a little bit long :')
Heeseung won't know what to do when he sees you starting to eat junk food and skip meals. Initially, he won't want to approach you because he genuinely believes that you can eat whatever you want, and he won't want you to think that he cares how much weight you gain or lose, he loves you just the way you are. But when your boyfriend will see you sneaking out of bed more and more to eat ice cream and chips, and refusing to eat the lunch he makes everyday, he decides that your health is the top priority. Heeseung will be the sweetest, coming over to you and holding your hand gently as he asks you what's wrong. When you admit that you've been missing your hometown more than usual lately, and you've been eating your feelings away, he'll be quick to hug you to his chest, saying that he'll always be there for you and you can come cry on his shoulder whenever you want.
Jay:
Jay is a really observant boyfriend, so he'll know something's up immediately when you start skipping your meals, even if you try to hide it by moving your food all over the plate and eating a few bites before saying you're 'full'. Your boyfriend won't hesitate to confront you, questioning you on why you haven't been eating lately. After trying to avoid answering and make up excuses with no success, you'll admit that you've been feeling insecure lately and you don't like how your body looks. Jay will be so betrayed at the thought that you don't think you're beautiful like he does, that he might even get a little angry, scolding you for letting these stupid thoughts enter your mind. But if you'll start crying, he'll soften quickly, reaching out to pull you into his embrace while apologizing, smoothing down your hair with the palm of his hand and leaving sweet kisses all over your head.
Jake:
Jake is really worried when he sees you start to limit your meals to a measly salad during lunch and a cup of coffee in the morning. Your boyfriend is used to you being in the kitchen most of the time, experimenting with Korean food or baking cookies for fun, and he can't help but feel concerned at how empty the kitchen came to be. Your boyfriend will be shocked when the answer to all his questions appears one night, when he catches your phone open on a bunch of hate comments on one of your Instagram posts. Jake won't be able to stop the tears from forming in his eyes when he understands that these disgusting people online hurt you to the point of dieting, and he'll run to you, gathering you in his arms and kissing you all over your face, mumbling over and over again how beautiful you are and that you don't need to change a single thing about yourself.
Sunghoon:
Sunghoon will be quite shocked when he'll walk into your apartment only to see you sitting inside a small mountain of chocolate wrappers and empty bowls of store-bought ramen. Your boyfriend hasn't seen you in a while since you're really busy with exams and haven't really had time to meet up, so your communication was limited to Facetiming and phone calls, and Sunghoon didn't know that you were so busy studying you didn't even have time to make food, skipping meals and eating snacks or fast-food you could make in a few minutes. Your boyfriend will scold you for not setting your priorities straight and will remind you that being in good healthy is necessary for acing your exams and staying in focus. This sweeties won't hesitate to rush to the supermarket and buy your groceries for a healthy, filling meal, and will take it upon himself to send you text everyday from then on, reminding you to stop studying and eat.
Sunoo:
Sunoo will be very surprised and sad when you announce to him that you're going to start a diet. Your boyfriend knows that you don't really like how you look, since you were constantly complaining about being too chubby and not fitting in your clothes, but he always did his best to get your mood up by complimenting your looks and telling you not to compare yourself to people on social media or idols. Sunoo, being the sweetheart he is, will feel like a failure for not being able to reach out to you and erase your insecurities, and he will get very emotional and might even cry to you, feeling despair that he can't get his point across and make you understand just how amazing you are, inside or out. Still, if you choose to diet, he'll be the most supportive boyfriend, making sure not to eat unhealthy food next to you and cooking you nutritional, creative meals.
Jungwon:
Jungwon is very protective of you, always making sure you eat three meals a day, whether he is making you food himself or calling you to make sure you ate, so you will make sure to hide the fact that you're dating from him, eating all your food when you're together, but on days he was too busy to meet up, you wouldn't eat at all, lying to him. Jungwon will find out about your diet accidentally, when he'll make a surprise visit to your apartment, finding you lying in bed with your phone, a few minutes after texting him that you're busy making supper now. Your boyfriend will understand something is up, and will question you about it. When you'll admit to being on a diet, avoiding Jungwon's eyes shamefully, your boyfriend will be quick to raise your chin, forcing you to face him, and will assure you that he's not mad, and that you can tell him everything, even if he might not like it.
Ni-ki:
Ni-ki won't notice you're on a diet, too busy getting ready for Enhypen's upcoming comeback to eat with you, your communication limited to texts and phone calls. But when he'll invite you over to the dance studio, wanting to show you the choreography for the main track, he'll notice how big your shirt looks on you, the jeans that used to cling to your thighs now looking undeniably looser. Your boyfriend will question you immediately, his face dropping when you admit that you've been dieting for the past few weeks. Ni-ki won't know what to say at the start, opening and closing his mouth in shock, but then he'll try to talk you out of it, explaining to you about his own personal stories that he heard from idols and trainiees that starved themselves, and how important it is to put your health first. He'll also mention that he thinks you're perfect the way you, smiling shyly when he does.
