Pairing: College student! Hazel Callahan x College student! Reader
Contains: fluff, kissing, something more than kissing, reader and hazel being referred to as a girl, drunk sylvie, reader and hazel are in a situationship (oh no), freddy fazbear and fnaf mention
Summary: Based on this request.
Word Count: 2.18K
A/N: long time no post omg. sorry, i got caught up with work :( !! but i’ll still be writing and fulfilling requests. it'll just be very slooooow. tysm for all the support!!
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The sound of keys jingling breaks the silence of the once silent and unoccupied dorm room.
“That was sooo fuckin’ crazy” Sylvie says. Her words are slurred as she continues to yap about the party her, Hazel, and you were previously at. After having one too many drinks, the both of you decided to let the drunk girl crash over at yours and Hazel’s shared dorm room.
“Alright buddy, let’s get you tucked into bed.” Hazel says, letting her best friend crash on her bed on the left side of the room. The distinction between your side and hers was clear as day. No one would mistake one for the other. Hazel’s had different kinds of band posters on her wall, funko pops on her shelves, and five nights at Freddy’s plushies on her dark sheeted bed. You, on the other hand, liked keeping things clean and minimal with cream colored sheets and one rabbit plushie.
Tension arises between the two of you once Sylvie is tucked into bed. It is here that you both realize that one of you is without a place to sleep. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind sharing with Hazel if it were any other day, but you weren’t exactly on the best of terms right now.
The two of you had gotten into an argument at the party after Hazel wasn’t sure what to introduce you as to people she knew. She couldn’t settle between friend, roommate, or almost but not quite a girlfriend. It made you feel ashamed, if you were being honest. You didn’t want to be in this situation. Not knowing what stood between the two of you. Though, you did admit that the both of you were living in a bubble. A sweet, non committal and casual bubble. No one knows what goes on between the two of you except, well, the both of you. So a part of you understood her hesitancy when she introduced you, but a part of you also wanted her to take the reins and just shout out what she wanted you to be.
“So…” The brunette mumbled, balancing herself between her toes and the balls of her feet.
“It’s not like we have a choice.” You said, sighing. You’d stepped out of the way as a gesture for her to get in your bed.
Hazel’s demeanor lightened. She must have thought that you were over the incident at the party (you were not). The brunette changes into sleepwear before making herself comfortable on your bed. She’s done this hundreds of times before so there’s no shame or second thoughts in her body as she takes up the space she believes is hers. The space that was next to you.
You do the same as her and change into something more comfortable before slipping into bed beside her. Your body betrays your soured feelings as it relaxes when your skin meets hers. It was automatic nowadays, the feeling of relief that washed over you whenever you were near Hazel. The brunette faces you and drapes her arm around you as she always does.
“You looked really pretty tonight.” Hazel whispered, not risking waking Sylvie up. The brunette was anything but asleep and you could tell by the tone of her voice. She was gaging your reaction.
“Just tonight?” You reply teasing her.
A smile spreads across your lover’s dimly lit face. If it weren’t for Hazel’s night light, the room would have been pitch black. Thank god for Freddy Fazbear the night light.
“Always.” She reassures, a dimple poking out of her cheek. Hazel looked charming under the dim lights. Her eyes sparkled and her hair ever so soft. It was no wonder that you fell for her charms. The charms which compel you to bare your heart out despite the disappointments you’ve suffered, that is.
A visible frown forms on your face as you recall once again why you two were at odds. Hazel sees this and her eyebrows furrow in worry. She takes the arm that was draped around you and relocates her hand towards your face to caress it.
“I’m sorry.” Hazel says apologetically. You knew that she meant it. Hazel was rarely malicious and even if she was, it was always in a teasing manner. She was the most pure hearted person you’ve ever met, which is why you felt bad about what you did next.
“About what?” You asked, teasing. It was rare that your lover is the one apologizing, most of the time it was you. Taking on this rare opportunity, you decide to egg Hazel’s conscience further.
“You know…” She trails off, avoiding eye contact but maintaining her hand on your cheek. Her thumb was caressing your cheek in a windshield like manner which signified that she was fidgeting.
Fighting off a smile, you put on your best frown and puppy dog eyes. You wondered how long it would take the brunette to realize that you were joking. Most of the time, the jokes flew over her head. She had a knack of not detecting sarcasm and you found it endearing.
“I don’t know, Hazel.” You sigh, slightly shrugging of the hand on your cheek. The blue eyed girl was visibly getting frustrated by the second. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her big blue eyes were the roundest it had ever been.
“I’m sorry for not telling people what we are.” She admitted. You held in a gasp, you didn’t expect her to admit her fault outright. You were expecting a much whinier version of the woman beside you but right now you were faced with a visibly apologetic lover. The thought made your heart ache.
“Hazel,” You sighed, taking the hand on your cheek with your own. “It’s okay.”
She shakes her head in disagreement. A frown formed on her lips. She looked close to crying.
“It’s not. I should’ve told them we were together.” She protested, squeezing your hand.
“Are you sure?. I feel like you liked it when that sorority girl flirted with you.” Teasing, you interlock your fingers with her. No matter how guilty you felt, it was undeniably fun to tease your lover just a little bit.
“I didn’t. I swear! I only like you.” She exclaimed, now holding both of your hands. The last part of her sentence was whispered but loud enough for you to catch on.
A smile forms on your face and a warmth felt on your cheeks. You looked at your lover with much endearment and love.Hazel was nothing but pure. Her love for you had always shone and she’d never made you feel mad or sad or anything negative. Hazel’s was a love you’d never experienced with anyone else before.
“I guess I only acted like that because I saw how Isabel looked at you.” Hazel said. Your heart drops at her revelation and you’re quick to dismiss her. Unbeknownst to you, Hazel was sporting a mischievous glint in her eyes. The same one she noticed that you had. She’d been able to notice whenever you were teasing nowadays. She noticed how your tone fluctuated, like it always does when you’re joking. And she noticed how you tried to stop yourself from smirking but the tips of your mouth would still turn upwards. All this she picked up because Hazel always took mental notes on you; observed you.
“What? No-” You interjected, flailing your arms. “Isabel and I are just friends. Plus she has Josie, Haze!”
“Are you sure? Because the hug you shared seemed a bit intimate.” She said, copying the tone you carried when you presented the same idea. She was toying with you and found it amusing how now you were the one who was panicking.
“Hazel,” You grabbed her face gently to demand all her focus on you. “I would’ve kissed you in that sweaty house of people for everyone to see.”
Now it was Hazel’s turn to blush. She could physically feel herself turning red, she imagined what she’d look like. Deciding to be brave and continue on flirting, Hazel encourages you further.
“And why didn’t you?” She asked, her eyebrow raising. She looked at you with much anticipation, she wanted your lips on hers more than anything else. The desire to kiss and hold you is embedded in her person. Nothing else made her the happiest.
“Because..I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.” You mutter, avoiding eye contact.
“I want to. You can do it right now.” Hazel said quickly and without hesitancy.
Smiles form from both of you which cascade into giggles. Hazel’s blue eyes turn into crescent moons as her smile reaches her eyes. You could slightly see her countenance being tinted red, signaling to you that she had been flustered with the exchange.
The laughter dies down and all there’s left is tension between the both of you.The silence between you was palpable, the tension thick. You didn’t know why you felt shy now. Too shy to steal a kiss from your lover's lips like you always did. Your hands were still on her face, gently stroking it with your thumb. You imagined that the two of you looked like a couple of rags after a wild night out and yet, Hazel looked ethereal. You reckon that her face could launch a thousand ships as Helen did.
“You look really beautiful, Haze.” You whisper, trying to shake off the nerves that suddenly appeared. It felt like the time you two first kissed. How the air was so thick and it felt like you were suffocating. The only solution was to put your lips on hers and kiss like her being held oxygen. You remember how you fantasized about how you would finally kiss her, running through so many situations in your head to prepare you only for it to happen on a random afternoon.
Hazel smiled, the dimple on her cheek appearing.
“You look beautiful too.You really always do. I mean it.”
“That’s the alcohol talking.” You retaliate. Compliments never came easy to you, especially not from someone you adored.
“I didn’t even drink that much. I was too busy looking out for…” She trailed, her gaze landing upon the bed next to yours.
You laugh at this, following Hazel’s gaze to see that Sylvie had her mouth open as she slept. She also somehow found one of Hazel’s plushies and was snuggling it which earned a look of disdain from her.
“She’s gonna deform him.” She says with concern. This makes you smile wider than you already had.
Stroking her face, you decide to kiss her. Your heart couldn’t handle it anymore and it felt like it would burst with all the love and adoration it was holding. Hazel’s lips were sweet, which told you that she drank one of those liquor the sorority sisters made that was full of candy. You made a mental note to point it out to her later. But now, you were focused on the task at hand and that was kissing Hazel so much til your head felt dizzy.
One of your hands loosen from her face and find their way to her hair. Hazel groans at the action, putting her hands on your neck in return. After what felt like a sweet eternity of kissing, the brunette takes it further by disconnecting her lips from yours and planting it down on your neck. You whimper at the feeling of her lips on yours and grip her hair tighter.
“Mmmh head hurts!”
A groaning Sylvie makes the both of you jump, fully forgetting that you had another person in the room. A smile is shared between you and your lover. You’d both silently agreed that you should sleep instead of fucking in case Sylvie actually wakes up.
Settling back into your bed, Hazel takes it upon herself to position her body on top of yours and bury her neck on your face. You could physically feel her sniffing you.
“Are you done sniffing me or do you need a little bit more time there?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her. She laughs at your comment and lifts her head up.
“Can’t I smell my girlfriend? Is that too much to ask?” She asks, feigning sadness in her voice.
You raise one of your eyebrows at Hazel’s reply, taking note of what she just called you.
“Girlfriend, huh?”
“Yup.” She nods, giving you a smile. “Unless you don’t want to, which is totally cool.”
You shake your head frantically, earning another laugh from your girlfriend. Hazel situates her face back onto the crook of your neck and plants a small kiss. Your heart flutters at the gesture. This was it. You were finally officially together and it happened because Sylvie was forced to sleep on her side of the bed because of poor alcoholic decisions. You had to thank her in the morning, surely. But for now, you’d tighten your hold on Hazel and relish in her body heat.
She got my heartbeat. Skipping down 16th Avenue - Hazel Callahan
Pairing: College student! Hazel Callahan x College student! Reader
Contains: fluff, hazel being woozy from meds, mentions of beating PJ up (i love her this was for the plot), somewhat idiots very in love, kissing!!!
Summary: Based on this request.
Word Count: 2.3K
A/N: yay i managed to post this week! Onto the next request. Also, let me know if you’d like to be tagged onto future Hazel oneshots :) !
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“What the fuck happened?!” You exclaimed, barging into Hazel’s hospital room.
Sylvie and the rest of the girls were there by her bedside, earnestly looking after the injured girl. They give you a look of pity and guilt. Everyone knew how protective you could get of your best friend.
“Pretty girl, hello!” Hazel slurred, jolting upwards into a sitting position. Her heart rate monitor was spiking. She had taken several medications for her injuries and it made her loopy and out of her mind most of the time.
Sylvie gently pushes her back down and interrupts Hazel. “Hey, she kind of got into a fight.”
“Kind of?” You interject, your arms flailing in panic. Hazel looked like shit. Her lip was busted and her eye swollen. To add to this, her face had been colored purple and blue from several bruises around her face. The sight of her made your heartache and made you want to coddle the brunette.
“We’re sorry this happened,” Isabel started, making her way to you. “It’s just that PJ and Josie tricked all of us into the fight club and Hazel had to fight the big guy. It’s a super long story.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill PJ.” You muttered, feeling your eye twitch and your blood boil. You had never liked her, she had always left a bad taste in your mouth. It baffled you why Hazel always spoke so highly of her. Josie, you could get it. She was nice albeit awkward but she was never mean spirited like PJ was.
“Noo not good, pretty. Bad.” Hazel interrupted. Even in her disheveled state she was defending PJ. It stung and you felt a sense of dejection. But you pushed it aside as you realize that you needed to step up and take care of her because no one else will. Hazel’s mom was vacationing god knows where and her dad was out of the picture a long time ago. She only had you.
Making your way to her, the girls parted and offered you a seat beside her hospital bed. You had noticed that her heart rate monitor was incredibly high but figured that it was the leftover adrenaline from what ensued.
“Hey Haze,” You whisper, voice cracking. “I’m gonna get you home, okay?”
“Pretty girl going to take care ‘me?” She asked, she was slurring her words and it came out kind of whiny.
A shy smile spread across your face. She had never called you pretty girl before. Sure, she was never shy of compliments but never outright like this. It made you wonder if there were truth to her words.
You nodded, taking her hand. “Of course, Haze.”
“Dude your heart rate keeps going up, I’m gonna call a nurse.” Sylvie observed, taking Isabel with her to get someone. She was genuinely concerned for Hazel, her heart rate kept going up especially when you came around which she found weird.
“‘M face hurts.” Hazel said. Her breathing was shallow and she could barely open one eye.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you, Haze.” You replied, rubbing her hand with your thumb. This was something you often did whenever you were nervous or apologetic. In return, Hazel would squeeze yours back three times as if to say it’s okay. At least that’s what you thought.
The girls came back to the room with the nurse they found to assist Hazel. She was tall and looked kind. Almost reminiscent of Hazel’s mom without the flashy jewelry and short hair.
“You say her heart rate was spiking?” The nurse asked, closely looking at her heart rate monitor.
Sylvie nodded and pointed to you. “Yeah it started going up when she arrived.”
The nurse looked at you with curiosity in her eyes and then she spotted your interlocked hands. The tips of her mouth perked up and her gaze glinted with mischief.
“Huh,” She started, looking at you with a teasing gaze. “Must be leftover adrenaline from the fight.”
“That’s what I thought so too.” You replied, feeling confident in your answer. It didn’t cross your mind to think that she might be hinting at something else. Why would she? She was a stranger and friends held hands all the time. Though, your heart rate definitely didn’t feel fast whenever you're holding other people’s hands, only with Hazel.
“Sure.” The nurse said, turning her back from you. Her tone was sarcastic and it baffled you. But you brushed it aside, choosing to put your attention to Hazel instead.
After some more checking, the nurse ruled out anything dangerous but told Hazel to be careful. And as her primary caretaker, you took it upon yourself to talk to the Nurse too. Just to find out what to do and when you could take your bestfriend home. The lady was nice enough to supply all the correct answers but not without sly remarks about “taking good care of your girlfriend”. Whatever that meant. Finally, she told you that Hazel would be able to go home tomorrow which gave you relief. It was gonna be hard work but you weren’t complaining as it was Hazel you were pouring your care onto.
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Back at your dorm, Hazel occupies her side of the room and is slumped against her bed. Despite her wounds healing, she hadn’t been quite active; not like herself at all. You’d blamed the meds that the doctor prescribed, as well as the bruise the altercation might have left on her ego.
“You look really pretty today.” Hazel said, complimenting you. This was her 10th compliment of the day and she didn’t show any signs of stopping. Again, something you blamed the meds on. She was all loopy and hallucinating. You didn’t look pretty at all today, body adorned with just a regular hoodie and sweatpants.
“Mhm, sure Haze. Thank you.” You reply, sitting on her bed and taking out the supplies needed to tend to her wounds.
Facing her, you inch closer towards your best friend and take a good look before reaching for her bruise medication. Her face still looked splotchy because of the bruises, but certainly better.
“Thank you for taking care of me, I owe you a lot, pretty.” she mumbled, her one non swollen eye looking at you with affection. Hazel might have been on medication but she meant every compliment that came out of her mouth. In a way she was glad for it because it enables her to voice out her thoughts about you.
“It’s okay. I would take care of you any day.” You reassure her, giving her a smile. It still breaks your heart whenever you recall what happened to her. She deserved so much better, especially after you learned about the argument her and PJ had prior to the fight. You wanted to beat the shit out of PJ so bad but restrained yourself because you knew that Hazel wouldn’t forgive you. But still, you can’t help but glare and stick your middle finger up at her whenever you pass each other by at the halls.
“I’m gonna beat PJ up as payback for what happened to you, I swear to god.” You added, your voice was shaky.
“Don’t.” Hazel replied, taking your hand in hers. She did it again, squeezed your hand thrice. It made your heart flutter. But at the same time, it saddened you how much she defended PJ.
“Don’t defend her, Haze. She’s the reason you got hurt.” You reply defensively, intertwining your hand with hers. If you had a heart rate monitor at home, Hazel’s would have skyrocketed right now. She was praying that her pulse didn’t give anything away but you seemed to be distracted by the hate you had for her friend.
“I’m not,” She started, staring her one eye at you. “It’s just that you’re too good for that, beautiful.”
“Stop that.” You whisper, avoiding eye contact. You decide to distract yourself by opening up the treatment for her bruises and applying it onto her.
“Stop what?”
“You know, complimenting me. You’re too loopy from the meds.”
Hazel shakes her head, interrupting you from treating her wound. “That’s not true.”
“Yes it is. I mean, you have been doing the same since the hospital.” You retort, trying to evade Hazel’s attempt at knocking at your heart. It wasn’t working, of course. Her admittance of her affection for you made you feel loopy.
“It might have started at the hospital but it doesn’t mean that it isn’t true. I do think you’re beautiful and kind and gorgeous and the best person in the world.” She rambled on, listing positive things about you.
The brunette’s confession shocked you, leading you to push down a bit harder on her bruise as you applied her medication.
“Ow!” Hazel exclaimed, it felt like her bruise would resurface with the pressure you put on her face.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You reply, frantically caressing her face as to apologize for accidentally hurting her.
“It’s okay.” Hazel mumbled, bringing a hand up to her cheek. “Kinda hurts though.”
“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
Hazel’s eyebrows perk up at your offer. The cogs in her mind were working overtime and she was going to take a leap at what she was going to do but it would all be worth it.
“I know how you can make it up to me.” She led on, a small smirk displayed on her face. She couldn’t quite smile as there were cuts on her lips that disabled her from doing so.
“How?” You cocked your head to the side, curious to what her demands were. You felt really bad. To be fair, Hazel surprised you and she couldn’t just do that so suddenly, not when your hands were on her face. She knew how reactive you could get.
“A kiss.” She beamed, proud of herself.
You stare at her, bewildered.
“We need to get you off those meds.” You mumble, putting away her ointment. This was you trying to hide your face that was sporting a blush. You could feel the warmth spread past your countenance and through your body.
“I’m serious!” Hazel flailed, sitting upright. She had never been more serious in her entire life. She could come off as goofy most of the time but never with you. She had always tried her best whenever she was with you. You deserve the best things in life and she knew this.
“Alright okay.” You caved, positioning yourself closer to her so that it was easier for your lips to attach themselves to her wounds.
“Really?” The blue eyed girl questioned. She didn’t think she’d get this far.
You hummed in response and made your way forwards, pressing a chaste kiss on the apple of her cheek right where the bruise was starting to shift colors. And then you planted another towards her swollen eye, careful not to put any pressure. Then, your lips found its ways towards hers. You hover over her lips, not quite sure if you should continue.
“Please kiss me.” Hazel whispered, feeling a bit pathetic at her plea. But then again, this was all she ever wanted. To be near you and feel you. And if she were honest, she’d get beat up a thousand times again if it meant being under your tender care.
At this, you press your lips onto hers. You were careful not to press too hard as you minded the cuts she obtained from the fight. But still, you kissed her with much love and yearning. With all of the pent up feelings you had for your best friend. She tasted like skittles. The only thing she’d enthusiastically eat during these past few days that she’d rested.
“Do you feel better now?” You ask, parting your lips from hers. The beating of your heart was loud and you could physically feel your heart thump against your chest.
“Well,” She said, as if in deep thought. “I think you need to kiss me more, to be honest. I don’t feel too well.”
You laugh at her attempt to convince you to kiss her again. It worked, though. Obviously. But it was just so…Hazel. So authentically her.
“Oh no!” You feigned worry, playing along. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No. Not at all.” Hazel shook her head. She took her spare hand and wrapped it around your waist.
Leaning in once again, you take a moment to examine her features. The contrast of her sharp features against the violent splotches of purple and green and beige. She looked beautiful. Right then and there you swore that you’d protect her. Never let anything like this happen again. Protect her against the stupid football guy, PJ, anyone.
“What are you thinking of?” Hazel asked, breaking you out of your trance.
“How good you look. And how I’m totally gonna kick that football guy and PJ’s ass.” You reply, earning a groan from your best friend.
“More kissing, less kicking ass, please.” She pleaded.
“Alright okay.” You laughed, connecting your lips to hers again. You weren’t sure where this left the both of you. If it meant that you two were together now. You made a mental note to bring this up to her once you two finish making out.
Hazel on the other hand, was elated. She had to personally thank her nurse and doctor for prescribing her meds that made her more loopy as hell but confident. She couldn’t believe it! She was kissing her best friend and long time crush all because of some stupid meds that got rid of her shyness. Hazel was going to enjoy this, she thought. And she also thought about how she was going to scream everything out into the world. How she finally got her girl and how lucky she felt.
Genre: fluff, wonwoo likes hugs, established relationship, vv soft!!
Word count: 650 words
Sypnosis: Wonwoo usually isn't very touchy, but when he is, he makes the most of it.
A/N: i hope you guys like this one! I'm also taking requests :>
A cat.
That was what he was like. There were times when he would get so stingy and out of reach that you could barely talk to him but there were times like the one you were in now where all he wanted to do was sit beside you and be in your presence.
"Can't breathe." You huffed, trying to wriggle your way out from under your boyfriend.
"Don't care." He replied, tightening his grip around your body. Wonwoo wasn't always affectionate, but it doesn't mean that he didn't love you. It was just that he showed his love for you in different ways, in ways of his own. Which is why you basically got caught off guard when he decided to take the book you were reading out of your hands and climb on top of you, hugging you tightly as he sat on your lap.
Deciding to succumb to his wants despite his heavy weight; you sigh and accept defeat. It wasn't always that he needed your touch, so why not savor it while it lasted.
"Did you have a bad day?" You mutter, stroking his hair. He didn't answer, not wanting to further discuss the mystery of his sudden touchiness. Instead, he muzzles his face on your shoulder and takes in your scent.
Wonwoo could feel your warmth enveloping his body and it made him feel of the utmost comfort. Truth be told, nothing drastic happened to him; he just wanted to hold you or in this case be held by you. Sometimes he would curse himself out for being shy, for not being forward with his actions because it meant having to come up with excuses to be near you. If he could, he would spend his days enveloped in your arms, in your warmth, in your presence.
"I love you." He whispered, closing his eyes. The brunet could feel warmth emanating towards his cheeks; he was blushing.
You sucked in a breath of air, staring at nothing. Was it real? Did he actually utter those words? It was like time stopped for you and you could feel your heart beating loudly against your chest. This would be the first time Wonwoo initiated the sentence between the two of you. Usually, it would be you that expressed your love for him verbally and he would follow suit.
Leaning back, you look at him with awe and shock. "What?"
Your boyfriend looked down, he was getting shy again. The words felt like it were stuck and his tongue was twisted.
"I wanna hear you say it again." You said to him in a hushed tone, putting a hand on his cheek.
Gathering up the courage, Wonwoo takes a deep breath before uttering the sentence again, but louder this time.
"I love you." He said, giving you a shy smile.
Giggling in delight, you pulled his face towards yours and gave him a kiss. Oh, you felt like you could conquer anything right now. Who knew that three simple words from the man you adored the most could make you feel such a way? Is this what gods felt like whenever they were praised and offered the finest things life had to offer? Perhaps this is what heroes felt when they won victories and gave their homes pride. Whatever it was, it filled you with adoration and glee.
"I love you too, baby." You replied, breaking the kiss between the two of you.
Wonwoo grins, and situates himself back into your arms, his face buried on the nape of your neck. Together, you spent the rest of the day enjoying each other's company. Only a few words here and there were muttered, but it didn't matter, your heart felt full. You always thought that love would be burning red, full of passion and adrenaline, but this moment with your beloved proved that love was golden, precious and warm.
Genre: fluff, kind of suggestive, hansol is cold, established relationship, non idol au, college au
Word count: 853 words
Prompt: Vernon tossing snowballs at your window, not knowing the window is open and has no screen.
it was supposed to be a heartfelt romantic thing. Vernon thought that he could show you his romantic side by showing up to your place with a plastic bag full of your favorite food on his right hand and a snowball gathered from your front lawn on the other.
His plan was simple, throw the snowball (or snowballs if he didn't manage to get your attention with just one) on your window and then you'd look out and be surprised by his presence. You'd let him in and the both of you would enjoy the food he brought over. But obviously, things had to go wrong for him. What he didn't expect was that your window was fully open and that the snowball would go through your room, covering it with cold icy snow.
"Oh shit." He exclaimed, shock evident on his face. His hands felt cold as it started to sweat, he was nervous.
Just then, your figure appears, looking out of your window with disbelief.
"Vernon?" You ask, surprised to see your boyfriend in town. He was supposed to be on a trip with his friends from college.
The brunet raises a hand to wave to you timidly. He was pale, like he just saw a ghost.
"Was that you with the snowball?"
He nods sheepishly, ashamed of his actions.
"I brought food" He says with excitement, a finger pointing towards the plastic he has with him.
You nod in confusion, "I'll be right there."
Truth be told Vernon was nervous to see you. It wasn't typical of him to show up out of nowhere and most of all not notify you that he was swinging by. It's just that he missed you and he wanted to give you something nice since it was a stressful week for the both of you. It was always you that had put effort into the romantic gestures which is why he decided to switch things up.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, a confused look on your face. The two of you weren't supposed to meet till the end of the week and it was only Wednesday. It's not that you weren't appreciative of the gesture though, you were. Your heart swelled at his presence in front of you lawn despite him throwing a ball of ice towards your room.
Vernon will always have a special place in your heart, he was your bestfriend above anything else. He wasn't the type to update unless you asked for it and you didn't want to bother him too much since he was supposed to be with his friends. It was like something was missing whenever he wasn't in your orbit and you're glad that he decided to show up.
"I missed you." Vernon confessed, fog appearing as he spoke. Unlike the cold and gloomy weather, his words were warm and full of dedication.
A blush crept on your face upon his honesty.
"I missed you too." You said, letting your eyes wander towards the bag of food he had with him, "Is that for me?"
Vernon gave you a toothy smile before nodding. He looked adorable and you could feel your heart flutter. It was times like these that you appreciated his features more and more. How his cheeks were flushed from the cold, the small icy snowflakes settling upon his eyelashes and his outfit that made him look all sorts of comfortable.
"We should get you inside, baby." You said, settling an arm upon his beanie clad head, "You look cold."
"Okay," He agreed but not before stepping forward and leaning towards you.
Vernon's mouth opens and then closes as if he was supposed to say something but decided against it.
A small smile falls upon your lips. You knew what he wanted to do.
"Were you going to kiss me?" You asked, a teasing tone in your voice. He was so close to you, just a small lean forward and your lips would collide but you decide against it.
Your boyfriend smiles as he was seemingly caught in the act.
"You can do that you know, you are my boyfriend after all."
Vernon scrunched his nose in doubt before replying, "Are you sure?"
"Vernon are you serious right now?" You ask in disbelief, confusion once again clouding your mind.
"I was just playing with you, baby." He mumbles before leaning in.
The kiss was anything but short but also wasn't that sensual. Poor Vernon's lips were chapped from the cold but you didn't mind. You missed this feeling, his lips on yours and the warmth it gave your entire being. It seemed that your boyfriend missed it too as he was eager in kissing you back.
"We should get inside," Vernon mutters, disconnecting his lips from yours before settling his forehead on your shoulder.
You laugh in retort, you knew what this night would end up like. The two of you hurriedly step inside of your home, not wanting to waste another minute without each other.
Genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, slow burn-ish, electronic network love aka they meet on a dating site , pining, v v minor angst, Jeonghan IS A FUCKBOY BUT WHAT’S NEW?
Word count: 6.1k words (i’m sorry)
Angel1004 is typing....
Angel1004: Of course you do.
Angel1004: Who doesn’t love me?
⟡ welcome to caratland ⟡
The fluorescent glow of your laptop shined on your face as you stared at the obnoxiously cute website in front of you. Caratland, the hot new dating website everyone on campus was talking about. It allowed users to message and interact with anyone that was in the school system. The catch though, is that you couldn’t choose who you were going to talk to. The system gave you a person to talk to based on your compatibility. Some people found friends and the lucky ones met the love of their life. You, on the other hand, were only there because of pure boredom and peer pressure. Chan was raving all about it in study hall so much you wanted to take your ears and cut them off van gogh style.
“Just try it, it won’t hurt you know! You might find someone cool.” Chan insisted, a big smile on his face as he held both of your hands. He had too much faith in that site.
“Yeah, or they could be an asshole looking for a quick fuck.” You groaned, not wanting to take any time of your day to waste on strangers. With positivity comes negativity and you’ve heard your fair share of bad reviews from different people about the damned website. Some of the people there only looked to satiate their carnal needs and you were not the right person for that.
Chan sighed as he slumped on his seat beside you. If you knew any better, you would have assumed that he was going to give up but you know him, he would never give up easily. It took him bribing you with boba and whining for hours on end to eventually have you agree on trying out caratland. If he weren’t your best friend, you would have punched him right on the face by now. He’s lucky you love him.
And that is how you found yourself on this forsaken website. Sighing, you hover your mouse over the sign up button as you prepare for the worse. The usual type of things you see on a website greet you. No surprise that they ask you for your name, age, course and other things. Not that they were going to release this to your match, though. They only needed it for records and stuff. Then came the compatibility test.
“What kind of question is this?” You muttered quietly, frowning. “If you were a dog what breed would you be, really?”
These questions were... something else. It ranged from sane to deranged and you couldn’t help but be confused at some of them. It was like the site was made by a teen girl who just got her hands on a quiz making app. Caratland claims that they were there for “compatibility reasons” to further weed out the person for you in a sea of millions of college students but who needs to know which twilight character you most resonated with? Ridiculous. It’s Alice, by the way, but that doesn’t matter. Comical questions aside, you push through all the questions until you hit the bottom of the page and click on done.
⟡ congratulations on signing up! ⟡
You rolled your eyes, it’s not like you wanted to be here anyway. But a part of you was curious. You couldn’t deny yourself that. Seeing people gush over the website and their newfound soulmates made you feel a tad bit jealous. It wasn’t that you had trouble with love, it’s just that you were too busy running after high grades and maintaining your class standing that it never crossed your mind to pursue it. It only ever crosses your mind when the night is cold and the overused heater the university provided didn’t give you enough heat. You wondered what it would be like to have someone wrap their arms around you and keep you warm.
⟡Welcome to Caratland! The places where shining diamonds go. Please wait for a few minutes as we scavenge our mines for the best pair for you!⟡
Diamonds. That’s what they called their users here. You supposed it made sense since the site is called caratland and carats are associated with diamonds and other jewels. Does that mean the people who use this website are as worthy as precious gems? Hell no. The site still had their fair numbers of perverts and assholes and the thought made you cross your fingers for luck. Your mind raced, wondering of all the possibilities you might face upon pairing. A few minutes passed by and you were left with your imagination, that is until a ping pulled you out of your thoughts.
⟡ Match found! ⟡
Angel1004: Asl?
Fuck. Great, you got set up with some horny frat boy asking for you age sex and location. What luck you had. Rolling your eyes, you type up a reply. Not nearly having the energy you had from before.
AdoreU: what would you need that for??
Angel1004: To get to know you better, sweetheart.
You snicker at the pet name the person used, you already don’t like them. Couldn’t they have started off with a hello? They had to jump right to the personal information?
AdoreU: shouldn’t you at least say hello?
Angel1004 is typing…
Angel1004: Okay.
Angel1004: Hi.
Angel1004: Asl?
Angel1004: Is that better?
God, this person is infuriating. What a smart ass. To think that they have “Angel1004” as their display name too. That’s obviously a lie. You look at your screen for a few minutes, deciding whether or not to reply to the jackass on your screen. Maybe you should just block them and report their account... but Chan’s words and pleading look plagued your mind and you sigh in frustration because you so badly want to give him a good story to tell at least because he was so adamant on you trying the site out.
With a frustrated sigh, you reply.
AdoreU: much.
AdoreU: i’m 21, girl, and i stay somewhere near the kensington dorms.
You obviously weren’t going to give the person your exact location. You weren’t dumb, so you just told him an approximate location instead.
Angel1004: Cool. 22, m, dorming at the Holloway.
Angel1004: You want to hookup?
⟡Thank you for reporting this incident! We do not tolerate this kind of situation and we’re sorry to have given you a bad match. ⟡
“Fuck you Angel1004.” You muttered, closing the website and shutting down your laptop in frustration.
“That was a bad apple in a batch of many good ones, dude! Maybe you can try again!” Chan’s voice whined. You had told him about the incident and the look on his face was priceless. Guess your favorite site isn’t the best after all, Chan.
“I am not going to try again, Chan. That incident was enough to make me solidify the retched views I have of that site.” You sigh.
A whine could be heard from his lips, he knew that when you were serious. You weren’t the type to give up so easily so when he heard that you had not wanted to try anymore, he felt defeated.
“I don’t know, dude. Maybe I’m not cut out for electronic network love like the rest of you are. Maybe I’m the type to meet the love of my life in real life instead, you know?” Reassuring your friend. You knew how worried he got over you not interacting with people more and exploring within your social circles.
Chan nods in understanding. There was nothing he could do but to agree because he couldn’t force you to do it again, that was wrong. But maybe...he could set you up? You did mention that you had bigger faith in meet cutes so…
“How about I set you up with one of my friends then?” He suggested. A mischievous look in his eyes.
You look at him with disdain before replying, “Absolutely not.”
The “friends” he’s referring to were the people he lived with in his big old frat house. There were 13 of them all in all. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Chan is the youngest of the 13 and he always complained about how they babied him. Funny since he is the eldest of his siblings. Anyway, you’ve only ever met a couple of the people he lived with. Seokmin, the theater major. Always had a smile on his face, and was always very positive which made you think if he was on something. A popular one amongst the ladies, nonetheless. Then there was Jeonghan, the pretty one. Advertising major. He’s the talk of the whole school. It wasn’t questionable why he’s so popular. He’s handsome and smart; always tops the exams. Some would say that he looked like an angel and you would agree. Maybe he is one. Who knows. You have classes with him under a general course on history. The two of you only give each other nods and glances at class. You had nothing in common with him except for the fact that you both have a mutual friend.
“They’re good people!” Chan said, defending his frat brothers.
“I just don’t want to, okay?” You replied, “It’s weird or something.”
Sighing, Chan ran his fingers through his hair and wondered how the hell he was going to put up with you. Always so stubborn in your ways. He was surprised that you hadn’t gotten yourself into a fight yet because of how headstrong you were.
“Okay, I won’t budge,” putting his hands up in defeat, “but do tell me if you change your mind because I know someone who would love to hang out with you.”
Humming in response, you gathered your things from the table you two were seated at and prepared to make your way to your next class.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” You said, hauling your backpack along.
“Okay,” Chan muttered, “be safe.”
History. That’s the next class you have and that means nodding at Jeonghan in acknowledgement when your eyes meet. It’s not like you hated it, you just wanted more. Every attempt at stirring up a conversation with him was futile because he always had someone around him talking his ears off. That or he was always busy doing the homework he had for his next class. So you nod and smile, and nod and smile, and nod and smile. That is all you do. Really, how were you going to approach one of the most sought out people in the university? You can’t.
Shaking your head to rid you of your thoughts, you get ready for history class and get comfy in your seat. It’s going to be a long two hours of lecture, you might as well try to listen. Doctor Kim was going to be giving you a midterm assessment that needed your full attention.
Two hours felt like an eternity but you managed to live. In the end, the professor announced the assessment and it was a group project. Something about writing a concept paper about the different subcultures in the country. Dr. Kim chose the pairings and as luck would have it, you got paired with the one and only Yoon Jeonghan. Maybe the universe listened to your heart's pleas of wanting to get closer to him, or maybe they were setting you up for failure. You almost felt your heart fall out of your ass when she had announced who you were coupled up with. Jeonghan only gave you a smile from his seat at the front of the class, seemingly content with what he got.
Gathering your things, you stand up to make your way out of the lecture hall. A voice calls your name and tells you to wait up. Scanning the crowd to search for the voice, you identify that it belongs to Jeonghan. He was waving at you, trying to get your attention.
“Hey, I think we should talk about the project.” Jeonghan said as he jogged near you.
“Right,” You muttered, continuing to walk, “what did you have in mind?”
Jeonghan looks at you with a sweet smile and says, “I was thinking that we could work on it at the library?”
You nodded in agreement, already thinking of the ways you would embarrass yourself in front of Jeonghan. This would be the first time you two would be around each other without other people and it made your palms sweat.
“Yeah okay, that sounds like a plan.”
“Great!” he replied, clapping his hands together as he walked beside you, “Where are you headed by the way?”
“To my next class, I have lit theory over at the cultural hall.” You replied, looking straight ahead, not wanting to make eye contact because you were sure that you were blushing.
“I’ll walk you there.” He exclaimed, a sincere tone in his voice.
Your eyes widen in surprise.
“You don’t have to! It’s not that far and you would miss your next class, really.”
“I don’t have a class until an hour or so,” He says, giving you another one of his famous smiles, “plus, it’s not like I mind, cutie.”
-
⟡ Welcome back, AdoreU!⟡
Embarrassment seeped through your pores as you were welcomed by the bright pink text on Caratland’s homepage. You swore to never visit this page again but your midterms have you feeling drained and you wanted someone to talk to. Chan would have been said “person” if he wasn’t busy with his own studies and it’s not like you to pester him too much. So you found yourself back here hoping to vent. Hoping to find a better match this time around, you click on the message button and let the site do its thing.
⟡ Match Found! ⟡
“What the fuck?” You mutter, leaning in closer to see if you read the display name of your match correctly.
AdoreU: how the fuck is your account still up??
Angel1004: I have my ways, sweetheart.
AdoreU: well fuck
Angel1004: Yeah, hahaha.
Angel1004: I wanted to apologize, by the way.
Angel1004: I shouldn’t have asked you to hook up right away.
Huh, an apology. Maybe you got Angel1004 wrong and he was actually akin to his display name. Your mood lightens as you type up a reply.
AdoreU: it’s ok, just don’t do that to other people you talk to
Angel1004: It was wrong for me to do that because we’re strangers. Sorry.
Angel1004: We should get to know each other better and then hook up ;)
AdoreU: do you want to get blocked again?
Angel1004: I was kidding, doll.
AdoreU: whatever
Angel1004: Why are you back here, by the way? You seem like the type to quit these dating sites at first try.
A sigh escapes your lips, should you trust this unknown man with your woes? Something about him feels iffy but you have nowhere to go. Everyone is busy and he’s here so...why not? It’s worth a shot at least. Maybe Angel1004 can redeem himself.
AdoreU: hell week has me stressed and i need to let it out to someone
Angel1004: Don’t you have friends?
A sour expression paints your face as you whisper an “Asshole.”
AdoreU: i do, but they’re busy so
AdoreU: aren’t you supposed to be studying?
Angel1004: Already did. I don’t like hyperfocusing on my study materials too much.
AdoreU: you must be really smart then
Angel1004: Your words, princess, not mine. Anyway, you can talk to me if you like. I promise I won’t pull anything sly again...unless you want me to :)
A loud blaring sound coming from your phone pulls you out of your trance. You and Angel1004 had been talking all night about anything under the sun and he proved himself to be an easy person to get along with, snarky remarks aside that is. Looking at the clock mounted on your wall, you realize that it was already past 5am and your class was gonna start at six.
“Shit.” You mutter, typing a goodbye to your new friend, “So much for wanting to rest.”
AdoreU: hey, i gtg talk to you later?
Angel1004: Sure sweetheart, I’ll catch you later.
A smile adorns your face. You feel guilty about the feeling that’s emanating because you’re supposed to dislike him but you can’t help it. He’s a good listener. Just then, your phone buzzes with a message from Jeonghan asking if you two were going to meet at the library.
Jeonghan: Good morning, cutie! I was wondering if we’ll meet at the north library after classes?
You: hi,,,yeah let’s meet there at around 4:30 if you’re free
Jeonghan: I’m free. It’s a date then, see you ;)
A blush creeps upon your face, surrounding you with warmth. How could you not crush on someone like Jeonghan? God,whoever manages to snag him will be so lucky. An angel he truly is. If the chances you had were high, you would have approached him and asked him out but you knew yourself. Getting rejected is something you didn’t want to experience and it would be even more embarrassing because he’s Chan’s friend. What if he talks about how you had the audacity to ask him on a date? You would never recover. The simple glances and smiles in class and on the campus was enough for you. It had to be.
Making your way into the crowded library, you spot Jeonghan waving at you as he sat on a table with his books and two cups of coffee on top of it.
“Hey! I’m glad you could make it.” he greets you with a smile and you couldn’t help but hold back a sigh from escaping your lips. How the hell were you going to survive this?
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You replied, taking a seat across from him.
He pushes one of the two cups of coffee towards you and says, “Here, I wanted to get you one since we have a long week ahead of us.”
You swore you could see a tinge of pink across his cheeks as he said this to you but then again you might be thinking things so you brush it off.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You mutter, avoiding eye contact. It feels like you could melt under his gaze. He was looking at you with his soft brown eyes and there was nothing you wanted more to do than drown in them.
“I don’t mind, doll.” He replies, giggling as he saw how red your face was turning.
“Let’s get started then?” You huff, trying to not let any of what’s happening get you anymore than it already has. The last thing you needed was to be a lovestruck fool. Unrequited love was not on your list of goals and Jeonghan was probably doing this because he’s nice.
Minutes turn into hours and before you know it, the clock strikes ten. You and Jeonghan have been working on your project for a little over five hours and your eyelids feel heavy. Not getting a wink of sleep since you spent the night talking to Angel1004.
“Hey, are you okay?” Jeonghan says in a concerned voice which pulls you out of your daze.
You nod, gently rubbing your eye and taking a sip of what was left of the coffee he gave you.
“Just a bit tired is all.”
“Do you want to go home?” Jeonghan asks, a look of worry in his eyes, “We can work on it tomorrow or on the weekends. Don’t tire yourself out, sweetheart.”
If he were any other man, you would have cussed him out for his excessive use of pet names by now but since he’s Yoon Jeonghan you let it slide and secretly enjoy it. As much as you wanted to work more on your project, you really had to sleep. The brunet in front of you was right, you shouldn’t tire yourself out so you agree to meet him tomorrow.
“I’ll walk you home.” He offers, gathering his things from the table as you two head out of the library and on to the outside world.
You shake your head in disagreement, and reply, “You don’t have to, Jeonghan. You’re probably tired too. Get some rest.”
“I insist. You live at the Kensington dorms right?” He asks, looking at you for approval.
“Yeah- wait,” you say, visibly confused at how he knew where you lived, “how do you know that?”
He chuckles, giving you a mischievous grin.
“Chan told me.”
Oh you were going to get back at Lee Chan for this and you were going to raise hell fire upon him.
“What the fuck, Chan?!” You shout at your phone, you had dialed up his phone number as soon as you got home to give him a piece of your mind.
“What? What did I do?” He asks through the line, visible confusion in his tone.
You open your laptop to boot and click the link for caratland before replying.
“Jeonghan knows where I live, can you help me understand why that is?” An accusing tone left your lips, already knowing the answer.
A laugh can be heard from your phone’s speaker. The audacity of this bitch to laugh when he knew that you might like Jeonghan a little and he just gave up your address like that.
“Yeah I do remember mentioning it to him when we were talking about you.” He casually replies as if that piece of information didn’t just make your eyes widen in surprise.
“Now why would the two of you talk about me?” You ask, clicking on your messages to see that Angel1004 had left you one.
“Because Jeonghan hyung likes you?” He says in the most “duh” voice as if that was a fact you two both knew.
“As if, Lee Chan. You’re only saying that because you know I have a tiny crush on him.” You roll your eyes, feeling annoyed because it felt like you were being toyed with.
“I’m not tho-”
“Whatever,” You reply, pressing the end call button and shifting your focus towards the message your other friend has left for you. “Tsk.”
Angel1004: You there?
AdoreU: i’m here, i just got home from the library
Angel1004: Hey :) how was your day?
AdoreU: tiring, but what’s new? had to stay at the library for five hours for a group project. thank god my partner is nice and smart
Angel1004: Glad to hear that, doll. What subject was the project for?
AdoreU: history, it’s a general subject or whatever
Angel1004: Ah I see…
AdoreU: yep, how are you?
It took him a while to reply and it made you wonder if there was something wrong with your last message. Were you too boring to talk to? Did he not want to talk to you anymore? Countless thoughts raced through your mind but were interrupted when he finally replied.
Angel1004: I’m good.
Angel1004: You should rest, doll.
AdoreU: u don’t want to talk to me anymore?
You tease him, it was your turn to poke fun now.
Angel1004: No I want to, but I know that you’re tired. Get some rest. We can always talk tomorrow and the days after that.
Your heart swelled at the message Angel1004 sent you. Is it possible to fall for someone you barely know? Let alone don’t even know what he looks like? Or maybe this was your attachment issues flaring up. Whatever it is, you felt flattered because he seemed to care. His personality took a whole 180 from being a pervert to a nice guy and you couldn’t help but giggle. This is it, your way out of the little crush you had on Jeonghan. You can feel it.
AdoreU: you have a point,,, i’ll get going then. goodnight!
Angel1004: Goodnight, sweetheart.
Today is a weekend and you wanted nothing more but to rest, maybe watch a couple netflix shows and talk with Angel1004, but of course your university had other plans for you. The midterm project Dr. Kim assigned you and Jeonghan has not been finished yet and so you both agreed to work on it on the weekends aside from the normal class days you have.
The library is closed today for minor renovations so you two settled on a nearby cafe. The ambience was really nice and there weren’t many students.
“Probably off enjoying their weekend.” You thought, feeling bitter at the thought of other people enjoying their free time. No matter, at least you were with Jeonghan.
“Iced vanilla latte, right?” Jeonghan asked, picking up his wallet from the table preparing to go to the counter to order the both of you drinks.
You nodded. “You remember my order?”
Jeonghan only gave you a smile and a wink before heading to the counter. Meanwhile, you were over here blushing because he remembered how you liked your coffee from that one time you told him during your many library ventures.
“He’s just being nice.” You mutter, convincing yourself that he was just doing what friends did. Not that Chan ever did that to you, though. He knew what coffee you liked but he always chose to order something else for you, one he thinks you’ll like but eventually end up hating.
“I’m back! Did you miss me, cutie?” Jeonghan asked, inevitably snapping you out of your trance.
You smile at him.
“Yeah, I thought you abandoned me.”
A dramatic gasp escaped his lips, he clutched his right hand on his chest and sat across from you.
“I would never, doll.” He replied, a giggle escaping from his lips.
The sound of his giggles make your knees weak and your smile reach from ear to ear. He’s perfect. Even his giggles sounded heavenly. You’re starting to think that your “little” crush on him isn’t so little anymore and the mere thought scares you. Why did it have to be Yoon Jeonghan that you fell for out of every person on the campus? The most unattainable person ever and you just chose to like him. Smart move, really.
The ping of your phone gains your attention and you see that Angel1004 messaged you. You glance at Jeonghan to see if he was doing something important and he was on his phone so you decide to get yours as well and reply.
Angel1004: You look pretty today, sweetheart.
AdoreU: you don’t even know what i look like
Angel1004: I don’t need to. Call it an angel’s hunch or something.
You smile at the message and laugh. He had a way with his words. You can tell that he’s very social and probably used the line on other people but you let yourself indulge in the feeling it gives you anyway.
“Who or what exactly made you smile like that, sweetheart?” Jeonghan cooed, looking at you with a sly look on his face.
You looked at him funny, he looked like he knew something or was up to trouble and you didn’t like that.
“Oh, just a funny post on SNS.” You lie through your teeth, not wanting to expose yourself.
“Hmm, okay.” Jeonghan replied, seemingly not convinced.
The walk home was slow and chilly. Jeonghan decided to walk you home again, he has been ever since you two got paired up and it really has you wondering why he does what he does. Nonetheless, you still enjoy his company and you feel safe around him so you don’t complain.
“Thanks for always walking me back home, Hannie.” You said, feigning adoration for his actions.
Jeonghan gives you a smile and says, “It’s no problem, doll.”
You can tell that there’s something else he wants to say but he’s holding himself back. You would probe him for answers but it’s late and he should get back home as soon as he can.
“Be safe on your way home.” You advised, giving him a concerned look and a shy smile.
“I will, good night.”
He doesn’t leave your doorstep until he sees you get inside safely, it is then he leaves. Your heart swelled at the actions Jeonghan has been showing you and your mind is going crazy over deciphering what his motives were. It had you thinking that maybe the feelings were mutual and that it isn’t one sided like you thought. You shake your head at the thought and sigh, no way. He could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?
A message pulls you out of your thoughts.
Angel1004: Hey.
It’s been a week since you and Jeonghan had worked almost everyday for your midterm project on history. Each day, your relationship with him gets closer and the attraction you have grows deeper. But you hold yourself back because he’s Chan’s friend and because you kinda like someone else aside from him. That’s right, you fell for the anonymous angel man you met on the internet. The past you would have looked down upon yourself since you weren’t very fond of internet dating but how could you stop when he was so nice and caring? He’s attentive and always listens to you whenever you have something to say. Angel1004 is the first person you talk to when you wake up and the last when you sleep. He was, well, your angel. Now you haven’t told him you liked him yet but you planned on doing so and you were nervous.
Seated at the edge of your bed with your laptop on your lap, you type a message addressed to him.
AdoreU: hey
AdoreU: i have to tell you something
Angel1004: What is it, doll?
AdoreU: we’ve been talking for a while now and you’re really nice and i just wanted to say something,,,
Angel1004: Oh my god.
Angel1004: Are you breaking up with me?
Angel1004: I’m heartbroken, doll, really. :(
AdoreU: u r a dumbass
AdoreU: we aren’t even together
AdoreU: but since we’re talking about relationships,,, i wanted to tell you that i like you
AdoreU: hello? you still there?
The palms of your hands started to sweat and your breath was caught in your throat. Have you made a mistake? Oh god.
Angel1004 is typing…
Angel1004: Of course you do.
Angel1004: Who doesn’t love me?
“This dude, I swear to god.” You cursed, rolling your eyes. You felt relieved though, he hasn’t exactly rejected you yet and he was being his cheeky self. This is a good thing.
AdoreU: i said “like” dumbass
Angel1004: Same thing, princess. You’re going to start loving me anyway.
Angel1004: I like you too, though. ;)
A squeal escaped your mouth as you jumped in joy. This was it, you finally had success with dating sites and you could only imagine the smug look Chan is going to give you when you tell him about this. God, you’ve been talking to this man for quite a while now and you haven’t even told your best friend. Guilt quickly replaced your feeling of happiness because you feel like you kept such a big part of your life from him. It’s not like you didn’t want to tell him, you eventually would. It’s just that you had to be sure of the situation first. Yeah, that’s right. You had to be sure first, so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.
You decided upon telling him when you meet him tomorrow for dinner with his friends. Thoughts of meeting Jeonghan flooded your mind. The feeling of guilt was once again upon your doorstep and you couldn’t shake it off. You two are friends though so why do you feel so guilty about choosing another person over him? It’s not like he told you explicitly that he likes you and you only ever get told by Chan and we all know he wasn’t trustworthy when it came to things like that.
Sighing, you decided to brush your worries for now and reel your focus back to the person behind the screen.
The sound of your name being shouted by Chan has you snap out of your trance. Thoughts of Angel, Jeonghan, and Chan were flooding your mind. This was all too much and you wanted to scour and hide but you knew that it would do you no good so you had to face the music.
“Huh?” You said, looking at the people beside you for clues. The diner Chan chose to eat at was a fairly good place and you found yourself seated at a booth beside him and across from you are Seokmin and Jeonghan.
“I said, how did your midterm project with Jeonghan hyung go?” Chan replied, taking a sip from his cherry soda as he looked at you with curious eyes.
“Oh,” You replied, shifting in your seat, “it went good, we passed with flying colors!”
“That’s great! And how was hyung as a partner? I bet he made you do all the work”
You shook your head before answering. “No, he was a good partner, we make a good team if I do say so myself.”
Jeonghan smiles at you from across the table, happy with the compliment you gave him.
“And is that all he is to you right now?” Seokmin enters the conversation, a mischievous look in his eyes as he glances towards you and then Chan, “a partner?”
They were onto something, you could feel it. Whatever it is that they had planned, you were going to shut it down.
“Yes.” You replied, not wanting to play their silly game. “I actually like someone right now. I met them on caratland”
There it is, you finally admitted it to Chan, in front of his friends nonetheless. You wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow you whole right now. The two buffoons exchanged bewildered looks but Jeonghan seemed calm. Like it didn’t bother him and you felt a tinge of sadness.
“Let me guess,” Jeonghan said, breaking the silence, “Angel1004?”
“What? How did you-”
“Because I am him.”
Your tongue felt like it got cut off. The words in your head got mixed and your throat felt dry. Disbelief enveloped your whole being. Was he being serious or was this one of his many tricks? That’s impossible though because he knows the display name and you haven’t even told anyone that yet.
Seokmin cleared his throat before speaking, “Uh, I think me and Chan are going to check out that shop at the end of the block, see you guys later!”
Scurrying, the two left in a hurry not giving any of you a second glance before leaving.
“Did you know?” You asked in a quiet voice, “Did you know that it was me this whole time?”
The boy in front of you gave you a small nod. It seems like the cat got his tongue too.
"I had a hunch when you told me your locations and then eventually confirmed it when you said you had a history project"
“Why didn’t you tell me? Were you playing me all along?” Tears started to form in your eyes. You felt betrayed by his actions. He could have told you from the start that it was him and yet he chose not to.
“No, doll! Of course not.” Jeonghan interjected, reaching to grab your hand from across the table, “I was just afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“I was scared that you might run away if you found out that it was me.” He whispered, not making any eye contact.
“Why would I do that?” You replied in a hushed tone, rubbing your thumb over your intertwined fingers.
“Chan said you weren’t interested in dating any of his friends which is why I kept my identity a secret.” He muttered, squeezing your small hand.
A gasp escaped your lips. How stupid of you to let your superstitions get in the way of pursuing a relationship with the man you were in love with.
“Jeonghan,” You replied, putting your other hand on his cheek, “I have liked you for a year now. Ever since I met you.”
The brunet leaned into your touch, sighing in content. A smile emanates from his lips, one that could blow hundreds of people away.
“Of course you do,” He playfully replied, leaning forward so that he was close to your face, “who doesn’t love me?”
Your breath hitched, he was so close to you. If he leaned any closer your lips would touch. He looked at you with adoration and it was like the universe was in his eyes.
You smiled at his familiar choice of words before replying, “I said like.”
“Same thing, sweetheart.” He whispered, looking at your features carefully before leaning in.
The kiss between you was full of love and wanting. As if the year of attraction you had for each other had been poured out onto this single kiss and it felt magical. His lips molded perfectly on yours and he tasted like strawberry chapstick, something you’ll have to point out to him later. But now, you wanted to cherish this moment with him. From the screen to real life, he’s your angel.
[2:30 AM] It was intimate moments like these that you cherished the most when you were with Vernon. The times where the world was quiet and the silence was enough for the both of you. It was anything but awkward, it was safe, it was home.
Taking a seat behind you on your shared bed, he gently takes a towel and wraps it around your wet hair, squeezing as to wring out any liquid left. The two of you just got done sharing a bath together and he presented himself to dry your hair. He was proud of his hair dying skills too, boasting about how he was the one who always dried his sibling's hair when they were younger and how their hair always looked great when he did so. You agree and that's how you found yourself situated between his legs, your back to him as he pats your hair dry.
"Is this okay?" Vernon asks softly.
You nod and hummed in content, signaling him to continue. Others might think of the act as boring or mundane but to you it felt like home. It made you feel secure, the way the both of you were comfortable enough around each other to be doing everyday tasks like this.
The both of you were friends before you were lovers. Both firmly believing that love and attraction should come from a safe place and that you should fall for someone who would take care of you; and that he did. Your bones felt safe knowing it belonged to someone like Vernon.
While he wasn't fond of flowery words, he did his best in showing you he cared. It was ironic since he wrote songs for a living but when it came to you the words would mix and his tongue got tied. It was enough though, he was enough. You never needed anything extra when it came to him because you knew that he cared. The love between the two of you was enough to fill your hearts.
[3:14 AM] The soft hum of the music playing in the background lulls your mind. It was late at night and you were awake for no reason other than that your mind was racing. You were thinking of nothing and everything at the same time and it made you feel restless. As if on cue, your boyfriend decides to call you to end your overthinking.
"Baby, go to sleep." Chan whines, dreading the fact that you picked up the phone. He'd honestly prefer if you didn't because it meant that you were asleep.
"I'm sorry." You apologized, tucking the phone between your shoulder and your head, "You know how my mind gets sometimes."
Your boyfriend sighs, racking his brain for ways to let your mind rest but to no avail. Sometimes he hated when he couldn't help you, when all he could do was give you company. You saw it differently though, you loved him and loved that he loved you despite how you were. He was always there for you, always giving you a smile at the end of a rough day. He was the bright light in a room full of darkness. If it weren't for him, you'd have lost your way by now.
"Will you keep me company?" You ask, already knowing the answer. To others, it would be peculiar for couples to stay up late at this hour but you with your restless mind and him with his occupation made it possible for the two of you to stay up til the wee hours of the morning.
