summary: for you, your second year of college means an opportunity to finally come out of your shell. you thought that meant mingling more with your tennis teammates, not drunkenly kissing someone at a party. was it the best kiss of your life? possibly. do you remember who you kissed? not in the slightest.
pairing: ? x fem!reader
a/n: hello all!! it's been two years and i've decided, in my return to tumblr, i'm rewriting tongue tied and changing some stuff- like the group. sorry to all ateez fans :( the group is changing to the boyz cus i'm a degen. some aspects will be the same, some will change. enjoy!
parts: profiles pt.1 / profiles pt.2 / one / two
playlist: a kiss the driver era • campus vampire weekend • suckerpunch pmbata • 80's movie pilar victoria • awkward silence stray kids • get you geowulf • my type saint motel • bruise between friends • i feel funny justin bieber • handclap fitz and the tantrums • all over cruisr (full playlist here!)
The bedroom door opening startled you away from your phone screen, Hyunjae barging in. The pajama-clad boy is gritting his teeth, hands clenching and unclenching while coming up to stand beside your bed.
In other times, you'd be concerned for him but right now you and the boy aren't in good terms and his attitude is just pissing you off.
"What's your problem? It's too late in the evening Jae, get out."
"Don't talk to Moonbin again," Hyunjae said with a flat expression, his brown orbs staring straight at you. The bedside lamp is the only thing illuminating the room at the moment, making him look softer in the yellow glow despite the clear irritation in his features.
You huffed and stood up from your bed, crossing your arms. The audacity of this man is just unbelievable.
"And why? Suddenly you care about what I do now after days of not talking to me?"
He scoffed and brushed his hair with one hand while the other on his hips.
"I'm looking out for you. Why are you so stubborn? That guy is just using you?"
"You don't even know the guy! Stop accusing everyone, Hyunjae. It's not like I can't have new friends aside from you." you said, your voice raising with every sentence.
"Can't you just listen to me! He's just using you. Eric heard him."
You can feel your blood pressure rising. They don't even know Moonbin, someone who showed you genuine interest for the first time in your life. Someone that finally could me more than a friend.
"Oh, so you're all listening to other people's conversations now is that it? There's nothing to gain from me. What if he just genuinely likes me? Is it that impossi-"
"He just wants you to get closer to Karina!"
What does that even mean?
"Hyunjae get out." Younghoon's voice rang from the doorway. Sweat is dripping from his temples like he just ran from somewhere and judging from his pants, he probably did.
Hyunjae took one last look at you and turned his back.
"I hope you'd just believe me even once." He said and walked out the door, bumping Juyeon who just arrived.
You just stared blankly at the doorway for a long time, thoughts cut off when you felt Younghoon wipe the tears falling on your face. You didn't even know you were crying.
Younghoon pulled you over to your bed and slowly pushed you to sit, moving you closer to him. He nodded over at Juyeon, letting the latter close the door as you cried in Younghoon's chest in your shared room.
⤻ for you, your second year of college means an opportunity to finally come out of your shell. you thought that meant mingling more with your tennis teammates, not drunkenly kissing someone at a party. was it the best kiss of your life? possibly. do you remember who you kissed? not in the slightest.
⤻ for you, your second year of college means an opportunity to finally come out of your shell. you thought that meant mingling more with your tennis teammates, not drunkenly kissing someone at a party. was it the best kiss of your life? possibly. do you remember who you kissed? not in the slightest.
⤻ for you, your second year of college means an opportunity to finally come out of your shell. you thought that meant mingling more with your tennis teammates, not drunkenly kissing someone at a party. was it the best kiss of your life? possibly. do you remember who you kissed? not in the slightest.
⤻ for you, your second year of college means an opportunity to finally come out of your shell. you thought that meant mingling more with your tennis teammates, not drunkenly kissing someone at a party. was it the best kiss of your life? possibly. do you remember who you kissed? not in the slightest.
