but a sad youngtaek fic that goes over how the two of you fall in love and then break up and then finally grow back together over the following years . and it's based on ikon's flower and. yes. Oh. oh oh oh "you don't know what it's like," and his breath comes out in a ragged exhale. the wind whistles past your ears, messes with your hair and you cannot bring yourself to care right now.
"every time i close my eyes and i see yours instead," he says, "every single time i think about autumn and then about you and about how i do not have you. cannot have you. you have no idea, do you?"
you cannot even bring yourself to speak. something's wrong with your throat, your tongue seems too heavy to move and your chest feels very, very hollow.
youngtaek smiles but it hurts as if he'd cursed at you instead. "you have no idea," he repeats. "because none of this"- and he gestures between the two of you before allowing his blunt words to split your poor heart in two - "ever meant anything to you like it does to me."
the only context i can give is that this is based off 'all the boys i’ve loved before' and i smashed this out in probably 20 minutes which is embarrassing. i should be studying and working on requests. someone yell at me????? anyways please consider my first addition to the jangjun content on this app
pairing is reader/idk if i wanna make mc end up with jibeom or jangjun or maybe NEITHER heh!
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dear jangjun.
your pencil hovers over the page before you finally throw it down on the desk in frustration.
‘write your feelings!’ the pamphlet you’d picked up from the library on How To Communicate When Communicating Is Hard says in a loud yellow font. ‘remember, this gives you more time to think about what exactly you want to say!’
or maybe too much time, you think. because lee jangjun - the very boy you’ve been harboring a crush on for the last three months - moves out of this town and your life in three days.
at first, you’d tried your best to play it cool. you’d been so cool about it that even your best friend, jibeom, had no idea you had started crushing on anyone at all. you thought you’d try to be his friend at first and eventually bond over a shared love of - well, whatever the two of you ended up finding you both liked.
you lean back in your chair and remember the first time you’d ever properly spoken to him. it had been after a particularly gruelling geometry test on a cold winter’s day.
“um - jangjun?” you’d stammered as you gently poked his shoulder.
and he’d turned, the dazzling grin on his face shining brighter than those stupid fluorescent lights in the new music rooms.
“need my test?” he’d asked, and you nodded as he was already placing it on the pile in your hands. “here ya go. thanks!” then he’d walked away, backpack slung over his shoulder and his free hand waving at some students from another class.
you’d just stood there for a few seconds, doing the best that you could to recover - clearly the results weren’t very good judging from the way you walked around for the rest of the day, head stuck in the clouds (while bane of your existence, jibeom, pointed and laughed as a baseball struck you in the forehead during p.e), but the point here is that you had tried. the stupider thing had been that this interaction even left you feeling optimistic.
and then you’d never really talked to him again.
it’s not fair. it’s not fair. you used to think you’d have the rest of your high school career to carefully strategize a plan you’d execute perfectly from friendship to best friendship to gradual flirting (you’d cross that bridge when you came to it) to the grand finale: prom.
but you don’t have until prom. you don’t even have until the end of this week.
you pick up the scorned pencil again and put it to paper.
i like you a lot. like, a lot a lot. in fact, more than i’ve liked anyone else on this planet except maybe my family. i know we’re not really friends and you’re moving really soon and this is like really late but i still really, Really-
you pause for a moment as your phone beeps with a new message.
my ugly bff kim jibeom, 5.24pm : hey LOSERRR u wanna g rab tacos tonight??:D
-like you, jangjun.
you slip the unfinished letter into a blue box that only you know about and start searching for your denim jacket amongst the mess of clothes on your bed.
dear jangjun.
you slide down the bannisters and put on a smile for your friend that hopefully masks the hurt in your heart.
you were my first true love.
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feedback is always greatly appreciated!! and someone tell me who mc should end up with s'il vous plait
to think that i could write a 2k+ joochan fic AND post it within 2 days. a better writer could do it but clearly not i so this is me repenting and showing i have not learned my lesson by starting yet Another Wip (the audience: BOOOOO) for daeyeol (the audience: ..Oh..?)
context: this is the one where hockey player daeyeol has the most rotten luck in the world except for when it comes to you
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thursday nights didn't used to be movie nights. but you suppose a lot of things have changed over the course of the past few months - or ever since you met the boy that's now limping over your doorstep, a conspicuous bandage over his right ankle.
“did something happen at the tournament?”
daeyeol grins sheepishly and from under his elbow, jangjun grimaces. “minor hockey mishap.”
you take the bags from jangjun’s hands and place them on the coffee table, worry creasing your brow. a million and one thoughts run through your mind with most of them cursing daeyeol’s luck and the rest of them wondering - a little ominously - if jangjun would tell you who exactly hit the ball that hurt daeyeol.
you smooth them away and look at the bandage with a more critical eye. “that doesn’t look minor to me. have you been to the hospital?”
“yeah, coach made me go right away. it wasn’t hard enough to cause a fracture so i’m just stuck with a bad bruise and some swelling for now,” daeyeol cheerfully replies before jangjun helps him onto the sofa with a soft grunt.
“this big idiot is stupidly unlucky and only when he doesn’t have to be,” jangjun scowls, “who else buys new shin guards that break after the third game?”
you agree but only internally and either way, the half-hearted insult isn’t enough to wipe the smile from daeyeol’s face that only grows when you move to sit next to him, a bowl of popcorn in your hands.
“how did your midterm paper go?”
you slump into his side and sigh. “i thought it was okay, but everyone said they found it really difficult so i’m not feeling too optimistic anymore.”
“i’m sure you did just fine,” jangjun says in a fit of rare affirmation from where he sits cross-legged on the floor in front of your laptop, browsing for a film to watch.
“me too,” daeyeol murmurs and he reaches over to hold your tired hand in a warm, comforting squeeze.
i sorta had this idea for a fic where joochan pranks daeyeol into thinking your birthday is a day earlier than it actually is and so u wake up at like 1am with a Very Frantic Daeyeol warbling the happy birthday song at 100 bpm into the phone and u just have No idea what the heck is going on.
“daeyeol, i mean, this is nice but”-
“do you have any plans today?” he demands.
“no, I don’t, but”-
“what do you mean you don’t have any plans! it’s your birthday!” daeyeol half-shouts and you wince away from the speaker.
“i mean, it’s not that i”-
“do you want me to take you out for dinner? or how about lunch? you know, i’m not exactly a morning person and it’s kinda late right now but we could”-
“daeyeol!” you bark into the receiver, loud enough that your roommate pokes a very concerned face through your door. “it is not my birthday yet.”
there’s a prolonged silence on the other end, and then a lot of rustling.
“oh,” daeyeol mumbles quietly. “oh.”
more silence.
“excuse me for a moment,” daeyeol says in a tight voice, “i’ll just go strangle joochan and be right back.”
