Wrong Idea Right?! (jeongin x reader) - it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.
Accidentally in Love (bangchan x reader) -You were so careless. You always caught accidents!-- but then you met chan-- accidentally, was is still because of your carelessness? then.. you should do it again.
...So much I think it must be True love (part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..") (Seungmin x reader) - It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
Leave Before You Love Me (Minho x reader) - Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️
It's a Beautiful Night, We're Looking for Something Dumb to Do.. (Hyunjin x reader!) - its a beautiful night were looking for something dumb to do.. hey baby i think i wanna marry you. love can indeed make you dumb!
One shot:
Like I do ( skz jeongin x reader) -fluff you tried to stop you feelings for your best friend especially he has a girl.
How to love? (skz seungmin x reader) - fluff, angst You are just curious what love is, and you asked for tips from your friend, who just willingly helped you.
Want so bad (skz Lee know x reader) - fluff Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.
Maybe This time ( skz jisung x reader) - fluff, angst Two old friends reunite and reminisce about their shared past.
Unseen Barriers (skz felix x reader) - fluff You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
How can i move on? (minho x reader x jisung) - fluff, angst How do you move on from your ex who hurt you? Jisung knows, but it seems you have another way.
At the same time I wanna hug you (I wanna wrap my hands around your neck)- seungmin x reader! enemies to lovers! -if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool.
Time and again (chan x reader x hyunjin) - fluff You thought acting was just another gig, until a simple favor spiraled into something more complicated. As you step into a world of wealth and deception, you meet Chan and Hyunjin—two men whose lives you’ve unintentionally entangled with your own.
Series:
Blue Sticky Note (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff a mysterious note confession appears in your binder. Unsure of who left it, you embark on an investigation among your eight close friends, each with their own quirks and possibilities.
Blue Sticky Note part 2 (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff, angst you know the answer of the mystery of the blue sticky note you found in your binder, but then keep denying it.
Stack of books (bsn ending #1) - han x reader x skz
falling in the wrong way (bsn ending #2) - minho x reader x skz
I hate to admit (bsn ending #3) - changbin x reader x skz
You were beautiful (bsn ending #4) - seungmin x reader x skz
this is going to hurt (bsn ending #5) - hyunjin x reader x skz
swear it again (bsn ending #6) - chan x reader x skz
knock on your door (bsn ending #7) - felix x reader x skz
... maybe that's why (bsn ending #8) - jeongin x reader x skz
Blue sticky note (Final Chapter) straykids ot8 x reader!! -because of that blue sticky notes, you now know what you want. and that was to keep them all.
note: this will update timely note2: also please bear with me im an uni student and dont have always time to update but ill do it as i can (and yes no nsfw in this blog)
felix x reader! Lee yongbok x reader! word count: 1.6k
bsn alternative ending wherein; felix was the light in your dark days.
an: im sorry i cant respond to any messages yet huhuhu \. and yes i changed the title for felix . please love this also
part 1 and part 2 first
According to science, everyone needs the sun.
And you understand why.
The Earth needs the sun…
The plants need the sun. You need the sun.
But what happens when you’re trapped in your darkest days? How can you find the sun when everything around you is drenched in shadows?
Not everyone knows this, but you’ve been quietly suffering from depression. It’s a constant, heavy weight you carry, and anxiety is its relentless companion. And to be honest, you aren’t okay. You’ve managed to keep going, somehow, some way. But then, you met your friends, and they brought a spark of light into your life. They became your lifeline, your reason to keep moving forward.
Yet, even with their support, there are times when the words get stuck in your throat, when you can’t bring yourself to talk about the storm raging inside you. Yes, they would understand, without a doubt. But there’s a part of you that insists you should keep it to yourself, that you should solve these problems on your own.
But Felix… Felix saw through the cracks in your armor. As your friend who lives just three floors above you, Felix has always been more attuned to your unspoken struggles than anyone else. He’s the one who noticed when your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes, when your laughter felt just a little too hollow. He’s the one who could sense something was wrong, even when you tried your best to hide it.
One night, when the weight of it all became too much, Felix knocked on your door, holding his familiar yellow chicken stuffed toy—a silly, comforting thing that always managed to make you smile, even on the hardest days. It took you minutes to gather the strength to move, to drag yourself toward the door. But in the end, you didn’t open it. The effort was too much, the darkness too overwhelming.
When you didn’t answer, Felix’s heart sank with worry. He tried the handle and found it unlocked. Anxiety coursed through him as he pushed the door open. Without hesitation, he rushed inside. And then he saw you—crumpled on the floor, your body trembling with silent sobs, your face buried in your hands as tears poured down. Seeing you like that broke something inside him.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees beside you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, as if he could shield you from the pain that threatened to consume you. He didn’t ask what had happened, didn’t press you for answers. He just held you, his warmth seeping into your cold, aching bones. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear was a lifeline, a reminder that you weren’t alone. He stayed with you the whole night, cradling you in his arms, his presence a barrier against the darkness that sought to engulf you.
Indeed… science is correct. We all need sunshine in our lives.
And in the midst of your darkest days, you found it in Felix.
At first, he had an excuse—a noisy neighbor who supposedly kept him up all night, a reason for his sleepless nights. But that wasn’t the whole truth. Felix did talk to the neighbor, but that wasn’t why he started staying over.
The real reason was you. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone in the dark. Whenever he felt something was off, whenever he sensed that your silence hid more than you let on, he’d grab his stuffed toy and head straight to your door.
The yellow chicken became more than just a toy; it was a symbol of his silent promise to always be there for you, to be the light in your darkness. And whenever the nightmares came, when the shadows threatened to pull you under, he would place the toy next to you, hoping it would bring you a small measure of comfort, hoping it would remind you that you weren’t alone.
Felix had been thinking about something important for a while. One day, he brought it up to Han in the library.
“I’ve been considering something,” Felix said, his voice a mix of uncertainty and determination.
Han looked up from his book, curious. “What’s on your mind?”
Felix took a deep breath. “I think it might be better if she had someone close by. Someone who can be there for her.”
Felix was genuinely worried about you. He believed it would be better for you to have someone close by who could support you, especially during those tough times. But Han, who knew Felix had feelings for you and also had his own affection for you, wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. Han didn't know the full extent of what you were going through, as Felix had promised to keep that private.
Han was skeptical, partly because of the complicated emotions involved. He wondered if it was just Felix’s way of trying to be close to you or if it was about something more practical. A man and a woman living together could easily be misinterpreted, and Han felt uncomfortable with the situation, even though Felix's intentions were purely protective.
Felix understood Han's concerns but felt conflicted. He wanted to be there for you, to offer the support you needed, but he didn’t know how to navigate these delicate feelings or how to convince Han of his good intentions.
So, Felix continued to do what he knew best: checking in on you whenever he felt you might need someone..
and that was to knock on your door, with his yellow chicken stuff toy.
and whenever he knocks, he just wish he would never see you again in that state again.
Why would Felix go to such lengths for you, especially when you were just a friend?
You thought of yourself as just a friend to him, but Felix felt something different from the very first moment he saw you.
The way you greeted him the first time with a simple "hello" struck a chord deep within him. It was as if, from that very instant, he realized that you were more than just a friend to him.
Felix's feelings for you grew beyond friendship, and he found himself wanting to protect you, to be there for you in ways that went beyond mere companionship. He felt a strong urge to support you, to be the person who could make a difference in your life, especially during your toughest moments. His desire to be close to you and offer his support came from a place of deep care and affection.
after that night in the party..
did you know what Felix do?
he knocks.. on your door.
His heart was heavy with worry and guilt. He felt sorry and couldn’t shake the feeling that he was responsible for what was happening.
He knocked urgently, his mind racing with fear about what might be happening on the other side. When no response came, his anxiety grew. He felt a desperate urge to break through the door if it meant reaching you faster. His voice cracked with desperation as he shouted, "Open it!" He hoped his plea wouldn’t disturb the neighbors, but his concern left him with no other choice.
When the door finally swung open, Felix’s eyes met yours. Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled you into a tight, protective hug. His embrace was firm, but gentle, trying to convey all his worry and care in that single, comforting gesture.
Felix’s face was etched with deep concern as he held you close. His worry was palpable, his fear evident in every fiber of his being. He had been so frightened about what he might find and was deeply relieved to be by your side, ready to support you however he could.
"Felix…" you murmured, your voice trembling. He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. His gaze was filled with a deep, genuine worry.
"What is it?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.
"I'm doomed," you said, your voice rough from crying. The tears had stopped, but the pain was still evident in your expression.
"Why?" Felix asked, his voice steady but filled with concern.
You hesitated, unsure of how to explain what you were feeling. The turmoil inside you was hard to put into words.
"I…" you started, struggling to find the right words. The weight of your emotions made it difficult to speak.
"I love you." Your eyes locked onto his, hoping he would understand.
Felix froze for a moment, his mind trying to process what you had just said. He stared at you, his expression a mix of shock and tenderness. The silence stretched between you, and it made you feel anxious and exposed.
"I…" you began again, but before you could continue, Felix made a decision. He gently pulled you towards him and kissed you.
The kiss was tender and full of emotion. It was a kiss that spoke of comfort and healing. Felix’s lips on yours were soft, and the warmth of the kiss seemed to wash over you, easing some of the fear and anxiety that had been building up inside you.
In that moment, you felt a profound sense of peace. Felix, who had been your anchor during the hardest times, was now offering you solace through this kiss. It was as if the kiss was telling you that you didn’t have to be afraid anymore, that everything would be okay.
As you pulled away, you realized that with Felix by your side, the fears and worries seemed a little less daunting. He was your light in the darkness, your comfort in the storm. With him, you felt that you could face anything.
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an: this was kinda short but i hope you felt what im trying to show. i love precious yongbok it hurts.
seungmin x reader!! seungmin x fem reader. word count: 2.5k
bsn alternative ending #4 wherein; seungmin likes you more than you liked him
an: ill post 2 so that ill finish this as soon as i can coz being an uni stud is giving me headaches an: i love this. listen to seungmin's cover of day6 'you were beautiful' for better experience
part 1! part 2!
Seungmin always loved you.
You were just the oblivious one who never saw it. A genius in academics, but when it came to matters of the heart, you were completely clueless.
He always showed you how much he cared, but you never noticed.
He took care of you in ways that seemed ordinary to you because Seungmin was always caring for the people he loved. But what you didn't realize was that Seungmin only acted that way toward you. He wasn't as attentive to everyone else; his gentle ruffling of your hair, his sincere compliments like, "You're pretty," and the warm hugs he would give you—all of it was just for you.
And yet, you convinced yourself it was nothing special. You believed he treated everyone that way, so you hid your feelings as best you could. You ignored the flutter in your chest when he touched your hair, the tingling in your stomach when he complimented you, and the rapid beat of your heart whenever he hugged you. You thought these were all just friendly gestures.
when you saw Seungmin smiling sweetly at a classmate one day, offering to carry her bag. That was the moment you decided you would never, ever tell him how you felt. What if he laughed at you for being a delusional friend?
Little did you know, Seungmin had only helped your classmate because she was sick. There was nothing more to it, but you didn’t realize that at the time.
Seungmin was the reason you met everyone else. He was your friend since childhood, and when you both entered middle school, he introduced you to his seven friends. You were forever grateful to him for bringing these amazing people into your life.
When college came around and everyone chose different paths, Seungmin stayed by your side, taking the same course as you. Changbin joined as well, drawn by his love for solving problems.
Through it all, Seungmin remained close, and you were always thankful for his presence. But after that party, everything changed.
"You know, I realized I should have kept you to myself," Seungmin had said, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, but his words clear and deliberate.
He might have been drunk, but you knew he meant what he said. And that was when you finally realized Seungmin liked you.
You didn’t know how to react, especially knowing the feelings of your other friends. So instead of feeling joy that the person you liked also liked you, you were terrified.
When you walked into class one day, you felt two pairs of eyes on you—Changbin's and Seungmin's. You quickly looked down as you took your seat.
"My girl, you look stressed again," your friend Yuji remarked loudly, her usual energetic tone cutting through the quiet classroom.
"I'm okay," you replied, forcing a smile even though your heart was still heavy from the events of the party.
But Yuji wasn’t easily convinced. She narrowed her eyes, studying you carefully. "Well… you don't look okay to me," she said, her voice laced with concern. She was about to ask more, but thankfully, the professor walked in, diverting her attention.
You sighed in relief, though your mind was far from at ease. As the lecture began, you tried to focus, but your thoughts kept wandering back to the party, and the confusing mess of emotions swirling inside you. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear the professor calling your name.
It wasn’t until the entire class turned to look at you that you snapped back to reality, heat rushing to your face as you stammered an apology. You sunk lower in your seat, trying to hide from the dozens of curious eyes still watching you.
After class, you hurriedly packed your things, eager to escape before Yuji could start questioning you again. But as you zipped up your bag, she approached you, her usual bright smile replaced with something more thoughtful.
Without a word, she placed two concert tickets on your desk, the ones you both had been excited about for weeks. You stared at them, then at her, confusion clear in your eyes.
“Go to the concert with Seungmin,” she said, her tone light, but her eyes watched you closely, waiting for your reaction.
Your heart stopped.
“What?” you whispered, disbelief creeping into your voice. You couldn’t have heard her right.
Yuji nodded toward the tickets. “You should go with him.”
You felt your pulse quicken, shock mixing with a twinge of panic. Yuji had always been vocal about her feelings for Seungmin—so much so that you had convinced yourself to bury your own feelings for him. And now, here she was, offering you the two tickets you knew she valued so much.
“You—what are you talking about?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might break the fragile reality around you.
She smiled gently, but there was a knowing look in her eyes. “Of course, I was just teasing about me and Seungmin. But I’ve always known he liked you.”
The room seemed to spin for a moment as you tried to process what she was saying. How could she just… give up like that? And for you?
“Yuji, I… I can’t take these,” you stammered, pushing the tickets back toward her. “You’ve been looking forward to this concert for weeks. And… you like Seungmin.”
Yuji laughed softly, shaking her head. “It’s not about that. I know what’s really important.”
She pushed the tickets back to you with a firm yet understanding look. “Take him to the concert. I can always get another ticket.”
You stared at her, still in shock, trying to comprehend the magnitude of her gesture. It was almost too much to believe, and your mind raced with a thousand thoughts. You had been so sure that Yuji was deeply in love with Seungmin, and now she was practically pushing you into his arms.
But you couldn’t do it. Not like this.
“Yuji… I’m really grateful. But… I think going with him would be a bad idea,” you replied, your voice heavy with the sadness of everything left unsaid.
Yuji’s smile faltered, a flicker of concern passing over her features. She knew there was more to this story, and as much as you wanted to avoid it, you knew that conversation was inevitable.
Later that evening, you invited Yuji to your apartment, unable to hold in the turmoil any longer. The cozy warmth of your space offered a safe haven as you both settled on the couch, surrounded by the familiarity of your shared memories. It was here, in this comforting atmosphere, that you finally let the floodgates open.
"I don’t even know where to start," you admitted, your voice trembling as you stared at your hands, twisting them nervously.
Yuji reached out, her touch gentle and reassuring as she held your hands in hers. "Start from the beginning," she urged softly, her eyes full of understanding.
Taking a deep breath, you began to recount everything—the mysterious blue sticky note you found tucked into your binder, the tension at the party, and the whirlwind of emotions that followed. Yuji listened intently, her expression growing more serious with each word you spoke.
When you finally finished, you felt a heavy weight lift off your chest, but it was quickly replaced by a new kind of uncertainty. Yuji squeezed your hands, her gaze searching your face.
"You can’t choose, can you?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and disbelief.
You shook your head slowly, the words catching in your throat. "It feels wrong to choose… like no matter what I do, someone will get hurt."
Yuji’s eyes softened, but there was a hint of concern there too. "But you have someone in mind, don’t you? Someone you feel more for?"
The question hung in the air between you, and you felt your heart constrict painfully. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, so instead, you bowed your head, your silence speaking louder than any words could.
Yuji sighed, her disbelief evident as she tried to process the situation. "It’s better not to choose than to hurt anybody," you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if saying it out loud would make it more real.
"And what about you?" Yuji’s question was gentle, but it hit you like a ton of bricks. Her concern for you was evident, and it only made the situation more complicated.
"I’m okay," you lied, offering her a weak smile that didn’t reach your eyes. You knew it wasn’t convincing, but it was all you could manage.
Yuji wasn’t fooled. "Okay with hurting yourself?" she asked, her tone laced with worry. She could see right through your facade, and it broke her heart to see you like this.
You didn’t respond, and the silence between you two was heavy with unspoken truths. Yuji squeezed your hands once more, a silent promise that she was there for you, no matter what.
The day of the concert arrived, and as you stood at the entrance, you couldn’t shake the nervousness that gnawed at you. You checked your watch anxiously, your heart racing. 'Why isn’t Yuji here yet? The concert’s about to start,' you thought, worry creeping into your mind as you dialed her number.
Just as you were about to press call, you spotted a familiar figure approaching from afar. Your breath caught in your throat as Seungmin came into view, his new cut hairstyle catching the light. It was the very style you had talked about last time, and the sight of it sent a pang of emotion through you.
He smiled as he approached, closing the distance between you two with a calm, easy confidence that only made your heart race faster. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he stopped a few feet away, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Have you seen Yuji?" you asked, trying to keep the unease out of your voice, but the sinking feeling in your gut told you something wasn’t right.
Seungmin hesitated for a brief moment, but then he spoke, his tone light, almost playful. "I think she won’t be coming," he said, feigning cluelessness, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away.
"Why?" you pouted, the disbelief evident in your tone. You couldn’t understand why Yuji would bail on such an important event, especially after everything that had happened.
In reality, Seungmin had asked Yuji to let him take her place, promising to do her assignments for a month in return. He didn’t want to miss this opportunity, not after everything you had been through together.
"You’ve been avoiding me," Seungmin said, his gaze fixed on you, his voice soft but firm. It wasn’t an accusation, just a simple truth.
You couldn’t meet his eyes, so you looked away, the weight of everything pressing down on you once more. The silence between you grew, filled with everything that had been left unsaid.
Without another word, Seungmin reached out and gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "Let’s go. The concert is starting," he said, his voice calm, as if this was just another day.
With no other choice, you followed him into the venue, your heart pounding in your chest.
The concert began, and the energy in the air was electric. Seungmin, stood out in the crowd, and despite everything, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he fit into this scene. The band started playing, and though it was your favorite, you couldn’t bring yourself to sing along. The awkwardness between you two hung heavily in the air, a reminder of all the unresolved emotions between you.
Seungmin, determined to break the tension, began making jokes, his voice rising above the music. "You know, I can sing better than that," he teased, his tone playful as he impersonated the voices on stage. His antics were so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breaking through the heavy atmosphere. Slowly but surely, everything started to feel normal again, like it always did when Seungmin was around.
When the band played your favorite song, You Were Beautiful by Day6, you couldn’t help but sing along, your voice soft at first, then growing stronger as the song went on. Seungmin stood beside you, singing with you, his voice blending with yours in perfect harmony.
Without thinking, you wrapped one arm around his waist, waving your lightstick with the other, and he did the same, holding you close as the music filled the air. It was a moment of pure, unspoken connection, one that neither of you wanted to end.
As the lyrics washed over you, you glanced up at him, your heart aching with all the words you couldn’t say. If it were just about you, you would have chosen him. But love was never that simple, and the complexities of your situation weighed heavily on your heart.
You buried your feelings deep, trying to hide the pain that threatened to overwhelm you.
"I’m always in love with you," Seungmin whispered suddenly, his words cutting through the music, breaking the silence between you. His voice was steady, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that you had never seen before.
You knew it, after everything that happened, but hearing it still surprised you, sending a shockwave through your system. After a long pause, you finally replied, "Me too." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and the words felt like a confession you weren’t ready to make. You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. "But we shouldn’t."
Seungmin, always understanding, simply nodded. He didn’t push, didn’t try to convince you otherwise. He knew how complicated everything was, and he wasn’t about to make it harder for you.
You smiled back, grateful that he now knew how you felt. And even though it wasn’t the beautiful, happy ending you had once dreamed of, it was enough. He understood you, and that was all you could ask for.
It wasn’t the most beautiful moment of your life, but in that instant, you felt content, knowing that Seungmin would always be there for you, even if things didn’t turn out the way either of you had hoped. And that, in its own way, was a kind of beautiful.
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an: is anyone still waiting for this update? cri
masterlist
Basic training, the stress, trying to fit in and find the few who would like me.
Finding them right at the end, the memories bring me nostalgia now.
Siroky. Lowenstein. Struempf.
Siroky... so easy to laugh and smile, my shining light thru a stressful time. Like a brother, like a best friend.
Lowenstein... so heartfelt, my solace in the flight. Booming laugh and booming voice, determined, strong, guide-on bearer.
Struempf... the person I related to. Being nonbinary, we felt a kinship. We both knew who we were, but it was a fleeting friendship. They haven't texted me since training ended, and that's okay.
I miss them more than anything. I see their lives sometimes on social media, and wonder how they've changed since that time, 6 months ago, when we all were struggling through the training. When we made it.
Technical school, more stress but more freedom. I found people who truly loved and accepted me, I found myself.
Ferraro. Moore. Ramirez. Trevino.
Ferraro... my best friend, my rock, in technical school. He saved me more than he knows. I could go to him at any time, whether it was to sleep on his bed instead of mine, or cry, or vent, or just because I was bored. He was, he is, always there for me.
Moore... My best friend in class. The taller, dude version of me. Brought me a cake for my birthday the Wednesday after we started class, just because he was kind. I was still a stranger then.
Ramirez... I found her a month before I graduated and left. She and Trevino made me feel so comfortable in my own skin, so valid. They never expected me to be a certain way and always called me by the right name. They respected what I preferred, and they are still my best friends.
Trevino... so much energy, so much life, she brought into mine. Always willing to go do something, a good influence and a bad one at the same time, she brought out my bratty side. She is dear to me and always will be.
These people, those memories. They are my world now. When I feel like I'm floundering they are my lifeline. When I see nothing but darkness they are the stars burning to brighten the night for me.
These memories will always be my favourite.
Forming up by Siroky and Lowenstein every day of beast week, getting a fist bump and sharing MREs.
Laughing as Lowenstein flopped over when Struempf and I said shes like a chinchilla.
Lowenstein uncontrollably laughing when her sock stretched super far and she made an involuntary ghost noise, and I laughed so hard I cried.
Eating at the DFAC every day with Ferraro, laughing at his antics, knocking on his door after a stressful day to nap because having him around helped me be calm. Pushing him around on the ice during the snowstorm just because I could. Listening to him talk to his parents in spanish as we walked around. Laughing at him during PT because he was reading an E-book while he stretched.
Marching every day with Moore, laughing in class, studying together, getting starbucks during lunchtime instead of food, having to tell him a million times to shorten his stride because I'm short. Sharing secrets, laughing at him being shy about sex related topics, him laughing at me because I got flustered by a guy in the class below us.
Running around in the rain with Ramirez and Trevino, soaked immediately, laughing as the wind blowed and tried to push us over. Skating around in matching skirts while we listened to music at midnight. Going to the lake and playing in the water, Ramirez helping me calm down when it got too deep for me and I hyperventilated. Seeing them at lunchtime during class days.
I miss them. I miss their presence in my life and their energy, I miss the way they were enthusiastic when they saw me, and that they'd seek me out just because I was someone they liked.
