#paper planes

[viralfrog]

[junebugonjupiter]

I feel like I should alert everyone to my new favorite thing; Sam Worthington in Paper Planes (2014). He gives depressed dilf in the best way…

He’s giving Jake who never transitioned to his Avatar body.

[authenticfashionstatements]

Paper Planes x New Era

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[omi-resources]

When Home Calls

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[dreamyowl13]

Hmmmm, okay study done what should I do next ...? (‾◡◝) OF COURSE! ADD SLUGCATS WAWAWAWAWA

[seobnity]

⚉ characters: jongseob x reader

⚉ wc: 2,1k

⚉ genre: fluff, school AU, meet cute, strangers to(?)

⚉ theme: student!jongseob, student!reader

⚉ warnings: none

Masterlist ┋ |pt.2| it won't end with a paper plane <- (august 6.)

⚉ a/n: welcome or welcome back! How do we like this one? I don’t know why, but I feel like there is something missing. And I even rewrote it so many times, ugh... Thank you so much for reading, leaving a heart, or even reblogging - it means a lot to me! If you see any mistakes, please feel free to kindly correct me ♡

The first time it happened, you almost had a heart attack.

You were sitting at your desk, listening to a very boring math class with your head propped up on your arm and barely keeping your eyes open. Then, in the corner of your eye, you had a glimpse of something white being thrown your way.

You assumed it’s one of your classmates throwing a crumpled ball of paper at their friend, so you didn’t even bother to turn for confirmation—you just hoped it wouldn’t hit you; then you would turn around and give the person a death stare.

Yes, it’s just a paper, and it wouldn’t hurt if it collided with your body, but it was very annoying to have your dozing off disturbed by a stupid piece of paper. You understand the class isn't that interesting, but they should sleep like everyone else in the room, not be bothersome.

Luck was on your side—or shall you say, luck was on your classmate’s side—the paper didn’t hit you, and for a second, you thought the paper ball ended up on the linoleum floor. That’s why you stopped thinking about it and let your mind drift off again while "listening" to your teacher.

You had to admit, the teacher’s voice was a great lullaby. Your eyes drooped again, and you would fall asleep if it wasn’t for something suddenly brushing against your arm resting on your desk.

Thinking it was some kind of bug (spider), you jumped in your seat, startled and wide awake—it was a miracle the teacher didn’t see that. With your heart almost jumping out of your chest, you searched your arm for that eight-legged devil.

When you triple-checked your arm, and made sure no potential spider had fallen anywhere else on your body, you could relax. You were ready to go back to your previous position with your head propped up on your hand, when your eyes fell on a paper plane—and the cause of your panic.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you grabbed the neatly folded paper plane, ready to rip it apart for causing you the unnecessary scare. But the words "open me" written with a black marker made you stop in your action. Your eyebrows, still knitted together, raised in confusion.

You looked around the classroom first, just to see if you could tell who might have thrown the paper plane at you; was it even supposed to be for you? But none of your classmates were looking in your direction, frantically pointing to some other person for whom the paper plane was for.

Turning your attention back to the folded piece of paper, you slowly unfolded it. You had to be careful because some of your classmates might have written or drawn something that human eyes should not see. It would only result in wanting to pour bleach in them—you were talking from experience. It wouldn’t be the first time you saw something atrocious that came from your classmate’s mind.

Once you had the paper unfolded, you were met with the cutest doodle of a cat and dog having their paws around each other as if they were hugging. Well, that was a pleasant surprise. Not even noticing it, the drawing made you smile.

You raised your head, had a look around the classroom again, but no one seemed suspicious enough for you to tell that they were the one behind this sweet drawing.

With a smile that stayed on your face, you looked back at the drawing. You wanted to fold the paper and put it in your bag, but you noticed something else written in the top right corner; presumably written with the same black marker that was used on the words open me.

JSup

You stared at the nickname, trying to figure out whose name it might fit, but no one came to your mind. It had to be a nickname, because who in their right mind would name their child JSup? If someone actually did, you felt bad for that person…

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you missed the bell ringing. It wasn’t until the others moved past you that took you back to reality. Quickly you caught up on what’s going on, packed your things and left the math class, ready to have lunch. It wasn’t surprising that the mysterious doodle didn’t leave your mind for the rest of your day.

It’s been a month since the first paper plane.

Looking back, it amazed you how something so small could affect your days this much.

And since that day, you have been finding folded pieces of paper every single day—you never expected that some random doodles would become such a big part of your school days; but you didn't hate it. The opposite, actually.

Most of the time you found one right after you opened your locker, and a few times the folded paper was waiting at your desk in math class. When that happened, you had a look around the class, but there were constantly a few students that it was impossible to know who the culprit was.

The papers always had an adorable doodle inside that never failed to make you smile. Sometimes there was an additional text containing a song lyric—at home, you would type that small part into a search bar and hope to find a song that would match. And of course, you couldn’t forget the nickname written in the top right corner that you just couldn’t figure out who it belonged to.

Were you successful in finding the songs? That was debatable. You found songs whose lyrics matched, but you weren’t sure if they were the right ones because a few of the lyrics had more than one result.

But even with this tiny struggle, the songs you found through these lyrics were amazing, and you hoped you could one day find the mysterious person who has such great music taste and artistic skills.

The little doodles never failed to make your day at school much better.

Right now, you are on your way to your locker. You got through a crowd of very loud students and passed by a couple making out near your locker. Luckily for you, the doors of the locker opened to the left side where the couple was, so your view of them was blocked. Sadly, you could still hear the disgusting wet noises that came from their mouths as they ate each other's faces.

With your nose scrunched, you grabbed your books and notes for the first class of the day. After you zipped your bag, you hang it over your shoulder, ready to close the locker. But you stopped, realizing there was no paper with your daily doodle.

That was unusual because if you didn’t have math class—which you don’t have today—the folded piece of paper would be waiting for you in the locker. You tried to search around if it perhaps fell somewhere else, but there was nothing.

It felt stupid to care about a piece of paper with some random drawing, yet you felt like something was missing without a new daily doodle.

A small pout appeared on your lips as you felt a pang of sadness. It was stupid to feel that way about some silly drawings that you still did not know who they were from. But you couldn’t hide the fact that it brought a smile to your face and improved your day. Hence, it was the reason you were excited to go to school again! So the thought that the person might have stopped with these doodles felt like a big deal.

God, how much you wish to know who that person is.

With your mood being down more than usual, you closed the locker. There was still a chance that the folded piece of paper would appear later that day, but you tried not to get your hopes up and just accept the reality.

Letting out a quiet exhale, you turned around, ready to tackle another exhausting day at school. You didn’t even take one step when you bumped into a student. You stayed steady on your legs, but the poor boy lost his balance.

In order to save himself from a fall, he dropped his notebook, reaching out for anything to get hold of. You noticed immediately and swiftly grabbed him by his shoulders to steady him on his legs.

"Thanks," the boy said, his breath brushing against your face, and that was the moment you realized how close you were to each other.

Taking a step back, you put some space between your bodies, but you kept your hands on his shoulders just to be sure he wouldn’t fall.

"I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t see you." You apologized, checking the boy’s face for any injury you may have caused him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine." The boy’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink at your intense, caring stare, and he had to duck his head. "Don’t… don’t worry. You didn’t hit me that hard, your body is soft so…" he trailed off.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t even have the chance to open your mouth, because the boy’s face suddenly turned into one full of panic as he realized what he had said and how wrong it sounded.

"Oh, God, no! That’s not what I… I mean your body is soft, but I didn’t mean it in a… in a weird way, you know?" He blabbed, not even looking at you which was probably out of embarrassment.

You had to press your lips together to hide a smile that crept onto your face; it was cute how he tried to explain himself. "Hey, calm down." You squeezed his shoulders that your hands were still resting on. "I won’t get offended or anything like that, I promise." You gave him a reassuring smile.

The boy glanced up at you cautiously, as if he didn’t trust your words and expected you to slap him. But once he saw your smile—and not a raised hand ready to strike—his shoulders relaxed under your palms, and a small smile appeared on his own face.

You two stared at each other for a moment, not caring about the crowd of students that was walking around the hallway, nor did you care about the students that went into their lockers. Your smile turned into a shy one; you were not used to this type of attention, and it seemed the boy wasn’t either; his cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.

If it hadn’t been for the school bell that rang to announce the start of a class, you two would have stood there for a very long time. And the interesting part to you about it all was that you didn’t even care. You could stand there for hours, but if you could see his smile and blushing cheeks, it would be worth it.

As the bell rang, you finally let go of his shoulders, letting out an awkward chuckle; you too now felt your cheeks heat up. You turned your head to the side to hide the change of color of your face and took another step back, ready to go to class. That’s when you noticed the notebook he had to let go of; a few loose papers were scattered around the floor.

Holding tight onto a strap of the bag you had over your shoulder, you squatted down and reached with your free hand to collect the papers. You were the one who made him drop it in the first place, so it’s fair for you to pick it up from the floor.

"No, wait!" The boy said in a hurry, following you, and kneeling down on the floor himself. "I can do it myself." He snatched the notebook with the loose papers from the floor, not giving you a chance to help.

You looked at him, puzzled by his sudden panicked reaction, and handed him one of the pages you were able to pick up from the floor. Before he could take the paper back, your eyes flickered down at the page. The lines of the paper were filled with notes, but the thing that caught your attention was the bottom of the page filled with doodles.

Now, you know anyone can draw and doodle in their notebook—you do that too when you’re bored in class—but these doodles had one specific detail written in black marker.

JSup

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you looked up at the boy. "It’s you."

The boy took the paper from you, his face now resembling a tomato as he put the page back into his notebook. "Your eyes always lit up, and you were smiling more. So I kept going."

He gave you a small, sheepish smile. "I’m sorry I was late today." From his pocket, he took out a folded piece of paper, giving it to you.

[artsausageperson]

Silly doodles of my lovely strange plane women