──── i had woke up in a daze ｡ ｡ my sweat was cold, my lip was cracked ｡ ｡ you know i’m going to do it again ( ✶ )
IN OTHER WORDS ──── ノ • drunk tweeting about how badly miss your ex might be the worst ( best ) thing you’ve ever done.
ex ! leehan x f ! reader ⌕ exes2lovers, fluff, crack ( ? ) ˊᯅˋ ments. of drinking, y/n is horrendously down BAD. ( dw, he is too ) ノ 💬 › just a random thought / word blurb …
‘💬’ ─── i always treat my long smau oneshots like a mini smau series wth 😭
when you were stopped during club rush by a super cute guy, you thought this was your one way ticket to escape singleness forever and live out the college love life you always dreamt about. but when you realized he was simply trying to recruit you for his newly founded marine life observation club, your hopes were dashed for all of three seconds before immediately agreeing to sign up. not to observe marine life, no, but to plot on and rizz up this super sexy, cute guy. surely, nothing could go wrong, right?
OR IN WHICH you're stuck in donghyun's blind spot with no way to get out. will he ever notice you?
ಇ PAIRING. – kim donghyun x fem!reader
ಇ FEATURING. – the rest of bonedo, ian ( hearts2hearts ), wonhee ( illit ), anton ( riize ), yujin ( zb1 )
ಇ GENRES. – smau + written, crack, angst, slow burn, friends to ???, unrequited love, love triangle, she fell first but he fell harder
you whipped your head up at the sound of the voice in front of you, already knowing who it would be. as expected, it was the really pretty girl you had made eye contact with earlier. up close, she was even prettier—her long, black hair tied into a loose braid that draped over her shoulder, her big, round eyes catching the harsh fluorescent lights of the lecture hall and somehow making them seem softer.
“y/n..” you slid your phone into your back pocket and reached your hand out for a handshake. “what’s yours?”
“i’m ian!” instead of shaking your hand, she tugged you closer and pulled you into a side hug, warm and sudden. “i’m so glad i’m not the only girl in this club. leehan lied to me”
“leehan?” you blinked, a little caught off guard by how quickly she’d gotten comfortable, but for some reason, you didn’t pull away. instead, you found yourself relaxing into her hold without thinking.
“over there, that’s leehan, the club president. HEY LEEHAN!” ian called out loudly, waving her arm with dramatic energy across the lecture hall. a dark brown haired boy with wide, round eyes turned at the sound, his expression shifting from confusion to recognition. his face lit up, and as he started walking toward you and ian, your stomach dropped the moment you realized who he was.
“hey guys! thanks so much for coming out” your mystery fish boy — leehan — beamed when he reached you, stopping just a step too close for your already racing heart.
ian squinted at him playfully, pointing a finger in accusation. “you’re such a liar. you said the gender ratio was going to be 50:50. y/n and i are the only girls here”
leehan just smiled sheepishly, shrugging as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “whoops”
ian let out an exaggerated sigh, her arm still draped comfortably over your shoulder. you took that as your chance to finally say something, but the moment you opened your mouth, leehan turned to you and pointed.
“y/n, right? i’m so glad you came today”
and just like that, every word you were about to say disappeared. your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, no sound coming out until you finally managed, “y-you know my name?”
“of course i do! our conversation left a really strong impression” he smiled, and something in your chest softened instantly, like a piece of you quietly giving in.
“so, what are your years and majors?” ian asked, looking between the two of you.
their conversation started up, but it faded into the background as your thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely. leehan remembered you. he remembered your name.
“what about you, y/n?”
“huh?” you snapped back to reality, meeting his eyes—those soft, boba-like eyes that made it hard to look away. “oh, i’m a second year journalism major”
“oh wow that’s so cool!” ian looped her arm through yours again, practically bouncing with excitement. “so you’re like, older than us? can i call you unnie? i’ve always wanted an older sister”
you couldn’t help but smile at her, at how genuine she was, how easily she wore her excitement. “sure, call me unnie”
leehan raised both hands, taking a step back as if distancing himself from the idea. “don’t expect me to call you noona. that’s reserved for my actual sister”
“i wouldn’t dream of it” you laughed, though there was a strange twist in your stomach that you couldn’t quite ignore.
“unnie, do you have twitter? you should follow me!” ian pulled her phone out quickly and handed it to you. you typed in your username, fingers moving almost automatically. “matter of fact, what’s everyone’s twitter? we should all follow each other”
leehan didn’t object, and before you knew it, ten minutes had passed. somehow, you were mutuals now—with ian, and with the cute fish boy you met at club rush. it felt a little unreal, like things were falling into place too easily.
“okay well, i’ll see you guys around. same time next week?” leehan asked.
“yes!” ian threw up two thumbs, grinning. “we’ll see you then”
“alrighty then” leehan laughed softly at her enthusiasm. “that’s what i like to hear. see ya. bye ian, bye y/n”
“bye” you waved, watching him walk away, your eyes lingering just a second longer than they should.
