gn! reader; fluff; no warnings but coffee intake; 356 words
tapping your fingers anxiously on the table, your lips nibbled on the straw you had been sucking frustratingly as the cup closely stuck on your nose. the blue light from your laptop continues to blare, as you stare right at it, trying to understand the words that were plastered on the document you've been working on for hours.
"ah, shit..." you crane your neck, sipping the lasts of your third coffee and settling it down as you focus once again and start to rapidly for a few seconds then blank out again. just as when your eyebrows start furrowing because of another brain meltdown, your eyes twitch at the sudden feeling of being stared at.
your eyes roam around the cafe instinctively, and it's almost met with the ones of your schoolmate you've only seen around, lee juyeon. he awkwardly shifts his eyes away from you and you found a second of entertainment, leaning back on your seat and crossing your arms as you, now, stared at him.
you see him continuously give you glances and you can't help but snort, finding it adorable how juyeon doesn't seem to keep his eyes off of you, even though he was caught already. when your phone softly vibrates, you sigh in disappointment as you gather your things, writing something on a memo and smiling at yourself.
as you walk closer to the exit and near his table, you could still see him give you quick glances and it makes you chuckle, biting the insides of your cheeks as you stop beside him. he finally lets out a small, awkward chuckle, looking at you bashfully.
"juyeon, right?" you smile, giving him the note that contained your number. "next time, just ask for my number instead of checking me out every two seconds." you nod at him, giving him a wink before finally walking out, leaving a very flustered and flushed-red juyeon inside the cafe, gulping his coffee nervously.
you can think whether he was really interested in you next time; but this time, you enjoyed being bold to your two-year happy crush who you unintentionally caught looking multiple times.
⊱ warnings: i’m pretty sure i wrote ‘ass’ a couple times
⊱ word count: 2.8k
⊱ a/n: i try my best to make my work gender neutral but for my collab pieces where i have a lot to write, i tend to forget to write from all perspectives and therefore found it easier to make them from fem. reader perspectives, i apologise if this upsets some of my readers <3
my first collab piece! @atbzkingdom thankyou for the opportunity! i planned for this piece to be longer and better, please don’t hesitate to give me feedback as i’m still a little unsure on some parts. i’ll possibly edit and rewrite some parts in the future! thankyou and i hope you like it!
inserting the cassette into its player, the nostalgic melody slowly echoed around the room; you were entranced into a flood of beautiful and precious memories playing on repeat in your mind.
you were seated, cross-legged, on your roommates bed. she had invited you over upon your arrival at campus, to which you gladly took her invite, considering you wouldn’t really have a lot of time to spend with her with classes starting so soon. she was currently parading around in several different dresses, some tight, some loose, some just outright hideous. she claimed she was in a rush - her boyfriend, sangyeon, on his way to pick her up for the party they were attending that night. she ushered you to go with them but you opted out, wanting to get settled in before rushing off to a party.
pulling on the tiny bobbles on your socks, there was a knock at the door, and the next minute you were met with two guys. one in which you assumed to be sangyeon, considering your roommate sprung herself into him upon seeing his face. and the other - someone you didn’t know. that was, until he was introduced to you, as eric sohn.
your second encounter with eric, was - funnily enough - at a party. you were in your last years at college when your friends wanted to let off some steam and somehow had managed to get you to tag along with them. you couldn’t handle your alcohol very well so let’s just say you were pretty befuddled.
“woah, watch where you’re going there, princess” someone chimed.
you were wobbling slightly and accidentally backed up into someone, sending their drink down the front of their shirt.
the next thing you knew, you were being swept up by your legs, your face in vision sight with the person's back, “hey! put me down.” you screeched between each punch of your fist. whoever it was, was really enjoying themselves, chuckling at your childish behaviour.
you were finally put on your feet, coming face to face with the ever-so-rude person who happened to escort you out of the building before a fight occurred. for some odd reason you just felt feisty tonight, probably since you haven’t let yourself loosen up since the start of classes and all of your wild and chaotic energy was protruding through all at once.
“i’m guessing you’re y/n, right?” he looked oddly familiar, as did his voice, but through your blurry and clouded vision, you couldn’t really make out who it was. he must’ve sensed your hesitance, tugging at your wrist before giving you a small high five, “i’m eric.”
ever since that night, he would take you out somewhere. and for someone who hadn’t explored much or had never even gone out of their comfort zone, it meant you had a lot to see and a lot to learn.
your favourite hangout had got to be the night where he drove the two of you to an outdoor cinema, seated on a plaid blanket that laid flat against the grass, your jacket shared between the two of you, your thighs pressing against one another whilst the pillows you brought propped your heads up comfortably to watch the movie playing. every so often, you could smell eric’s perfume as it blew with the wind, intoxicating you almost. without him realising, his hand would unconsciously fall and lay on your thigh, you ignored it however, knowing he didn’t mean it and is something you shouldn’t really be making such a big deal out of.
you were occupied in the screen played before you, giving eric the chance to etch your features into his brain. he had liked you for a while, even before you first saw him in your roommates dorm, sangyeon brought him along, knowing you’d be there and thus giving eric the chance for you to finally meet him. your hair was tied back, checking the weather before leaving knowing it would be windy and figured you’d pull it back to avoid the nuisance of doing it later on, except your baby hairs escaped it’s capture in the bobble and floated around with the direction of the wind. the screen’s light shone and bounced across your face, illuminating it in a way that made you look like you were an angel visiting earth but without the wings and plus, he knew you were real. he couldn’t help himself but to occasionally stare at your hands and wonder what it would feel like fitted between his, wondering how smooth they were. oh, how much he wished he could just squish your hands together right there and then. so he settled for leaving it purposely nearer to you, hoping you’d feel the same as him, yet a little braver by slipping your fingers together. you didn’t, but he figured it was wishful thinking anyways.
or there was another time, where he snook you out of your dorm past midnight just so you could both watch the sun rise. his safe place, he’d never brought anyone there before and he told you just that, causing butterflies to flutter crazily from inside of your tummy. just like how you smiling and letting out a little giggle at one of his lame jokes, he told the boys the same one and earned an eruption of laughter but it just didn’t create the same feeling compared to when you did it.
no. your favourite moment had got to be the moment you realised you loved him. you had been working yourself to the bone upon exams nearing and eric knew this, trying his best to relax you and to take your mind off of everything causing you distress. engulfing you into his warm embrace when the tears began rolling down your face. promising to stay the night with you in his arms to keep you safe and comforted and just so you weren’t alone. it’s also the moment you shared your first kiss.
what followed consisted of a few things. you celebrated your three months together before leaving education to finally turn into your own independent people with individual plans and paths they want to take. in other words: growing up. becoming an adult. and hence, you split. it was hard, at first. eric became your rock, as did you, become his. you never left each other’s sides and maybe that was why it was so hard for the long distance to work. you were both affectionate, both two loving and caring soles that just needed that physical touch, facetime can only go so far.
the door chimed, indicating someone had come through the door, “hi, welcome to moonlight’s diner what can i get for you?” you cringed at your superficial tone of voice as you casted a smile to the new customers, one of which left to find the pair a table. what a cute couple.
the woman was pretty, the way the sun shone through the open glass windows as she peered behind you at the menus, “hi, can i get two hot chocolates and chocolate chip muffins please?” she gleamed, fiddling with the cash notes she held in her hands as she looked at you expectedly.
“of course,” imputing the order into the cash register, excusing yourself as you went to prepare her order as she left to accompany her friend.
you were quite used to the machines at the diner, considering you had worked there long enough to learn everything like the back of your hand, so it only took you a couple of minutes before making your way to the table, placing each saucer and plate in front of the two, concentrating too much to notice the eyes watching your every moment.
“here’s your order and the bill, enjoy.” pushing the tray between the fold of your arm as you slid them the bill, only just having the chance to spot the man sat opposite the woman you served at the counter.
“oh hey y/n.” eric spoke, flashing his pearly whites as he began to stir his hot chocolate, “i haven’t seen you in… years. it’s nice to see you again.” the girl now staring at you instead, curious as to how eric knew you.
turning on your heel, wanting to get out of the situation as quickly as you could, you were just about to leave but god had other plans for you, “hey, i’m hanna, eric’s girlfriend. nice to me you.. y/n.”
you didn’t see eric for weeks after the encounter with his girlfriend. nothing much happened after that, your manager had called for you from the back room to tell you it was the end of your shift and how you could go home. not even sparing eric or his girlfriend a second glance or word, you gripped the tray tighter and scurried out the door, not caring to even say much as a goodbye or see you tomorrow.
“so that’s y/n, huh? is that why you brought me here?” eric had been watching you leave, you looked different from the last time he saw you. god, he couldn’t imagine you being any prettier but there you were; proving him wrong. proving to him that he never actually stopped loving you. all those nights he would stay awake silently hoping you would surprise him at his dorm and you never leave his side again, “was a surprise for the both of us it seems.”
he met hanna through a mutual friend from his baseball team. they weren’t really that close, only a few civil greetings shared between the two but when he stopped eric in his tracks on the way out of the changing room, pleading him to go on a date with his love-struck friend, there wasn’t much to lose. he was lonely and she reminded him of himself; bubbly, energetic, and hence, they started dating, seeing one another more often. something he wasn’t able to do with you. he told hanna all about you. the girl he was once head over heels with, quite frankly, she knows everything about you. as do his group of friends.
except, the difference is, they met hanna and hardly know anything of her. but you, someone they have yet to meet, hell, they know everything from how you can’t eat dairy due to your intolerance to how when you were a child, you got bit by a donkey and still have the scar on your wrist. it wasn’t pleasant, comparing the both of you. you both have different traits, different personalities, different styles, you were polar opposites. and maybe that’s why things weren’t working well between eric and hanna and why he still loves you. you match him like a missing puzzle piece. hanna knew it too, but she was too blind sighted by the four letter word called love, that she didn’t want to lose eric. maybe it was out of nerves or worries, not knowing what the future had planned for her: would she ever get married? have kids? would she even meet another boy if she broke up with eric? she was being selfish really, but she couldn’t help it… especially when she saw the sparkle in his eye and the fond, lingering smile on his face by just the slight glimpse of your shadow.
it seemed like someone in the clouds above were playing some kind of god, putting scattered pieces together. almost like a person putting a broken jigsaw puzzle back together, nothing happening too fast, but also too noticeable for it to be just a coincidence.
life was hard, to say the least. some days better than others, some appearing as though it’ll never end and whilst some, you wished would stay around forever. but that’s how it goes, time still ticks on and moves through the waves of reality and if you just happen to stumble and trip, there’s the risk of never being fully able to catch up. time. something that is very limited, something people take for granted, that some people have too little of and others struggling to stay just one foot in front of; the fear of falling behind being all too real.
“penny for your thoughts?”
he spoke, breaking the tranquility that filled the empty playground.
“how funny, sohn.”
“so tell me,” he softly murmured, turning on his side to look directly at your side profile, “what brings you here? this is where we always went during school on our breaks.”
you nod, “i know. it brings peace, you know? i like it here.”
to which the male simply nodded.
“and you? shouldn’t i be asking you the same thing?”
“me and hanna broke up. came here to clear my head.”
“oh.”
abruptly, eric stood up, his hand outstretched towards you as he dragged you to your feet, “c’mon, we’re going to get ice cream from that place around the corner.”
and with that glimmering smile, you couldn’t refuse.
“and that, is how sunwoo managed to get stuck inside of our dorms dustbin.”
“so, you’re telling me, at half three in the morning, sunwoo climbed into a tiny ass desk bin as he wanted to prove to you that he could get from one side to the other in thirty seconds or less?” letting out a cackle, your head thrown back as your hand covered the ice cream in your mouth.
sighing, “i miss how things used to be.” putting your spoon into the ice cream tub, resting your chin in your palms as you stared at the scenery occurring outside of the parlour, “i feel the same.” eric replied, huffing a little whilst his lips protruded into a pout as he copied your form, looking at you.
“want to restart?”
“restart?”
“yeah- why not? i’m not saying forget about what’s happened, just, i miss you.”
popping the spoon back into your mouth, a small smile forming on your face, “me too.”
eric was true to his word, every chance your schedules allowed, were you spending time with one another. like nothing had ever changed, and that you were still in school.
but there you were, sprawled across eric’s bed in his small - one man - apartment. both of you laid beside one another on your backs whilst observing the coloured star projector he had pointing to his ceiling.
“hey y/n?” eric whispered, closer to your ear than you expected, the tip of his nose rubbing against the shell of your ear slightly.
copying him, your noses now skimming each other but neither of you daring to move, “yeah?” you whispered back. unknown as to why you were whispering, possibly not wanting to burst the bubble the two of you were entranced in.
“do you miss us?”
smiling slightly before it dropped, recalling all the memories from your younger years, when you lost the love of your life, your best friend, the person who was always there in your time of need. just like you were to him, “i never stopped.”
never did your feelings for eric disappear, some might say you were meant to be together; soulmates your friends and family would say.
in which, probably explains why you were here to begin with, the same place, the same position, the same old
ceiling with the star projector. except, this time you were saying goodbye.
goodbye to eric’s one-man apartment, your life together with your identical rings located on your ring fingers as tiny hands held each of your empty hands. leaving heartbreak in the past, and focusing on loving one another for eternity whilst bringing up your two children that came after three years of marriage.
maybe it was always meant to be this way. maybe you’re meant to go through hard times to be stronger for the person you were always meant to be.
the puzzle was complete, and your happy family decorated the pieces. memories were memories for a reason. what was important was to live in the present, to stop daydreaming of the past, things that could’ve been better, regrets, mistakes- all made and done, but accepting you for you. and being complacent with that.
maybe you’d be stuck inside a daydream for the rest of your life, especially during the tough times. or just maybe, life itself is your daydream.
a knock on the door was what brought you out of your trance, and there you were - seated, cross-legged, on your roommates bed when her suited up boyfriend waltzed in with a familiar man trailing behind him.
eric sohn, the infamous, and handsome, baseball player on campus. the same boy of whom you’ve harboured a crush on for as long as you could remember and-
oh my god?! is he walking up to you?! okay y/n, stay calm!
[6:35 pm] it’s late, you and younghoon are dancing around in your room. the sound of classical violins and pianos serenading you two as you begin to dance. you both aren’t taking it seriously, simply having fun.
suddenly, he drops you down in an attempt to dip you like in the movies. you let out a small yelp of surprise as he accidentally slips, causing you to land on the floor with a tiny thud. younghoon’s eyes widen as he checks to see if you’re okay.
to his surprise, you burst into a fit of giggles. “you’re so cute, you know that?”
bestfriend!younghoon x gn!reader. fluff. warnings: n/a. word count: 0.100k words. rating: g.
You woke up, mildly aware of a feverish sensation in your body and soft lips against your inner thighs. Through lidded eyes you gazed down underneath your blanket to see Eric lightly kissing his way up your leg. His trail of kisses felt hot against your skin and desire coursed through your entire being. You were wide awake almost immediately and seeing you sit up right so abruptly, Eric couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, his playful laughter rumbling and sending shivers down your spine but in a really good way.
‘Excited?’ He smirked, kissing dangerously close to where you so desperately wanted him to use his mouth on.
You could only nod dumbly, feeling as if you were almost about to explode.
‘Please, Eric. Please...’
Hearing you say his name in that beautiful and lust filled voice of yours, his eyes darkened and glittered with fiery passion. One hand tightened around your thighs, holding you down while the other pulled your underwear out of the way to reveal what he had been longing to see and taste.
The familiar sound of the bedroom curtains opening alert you to it being morning. It’s a habit that Jacob has created—as he makes his breakfast before heading off to practice, he’ll come wandering back in to the bedroom to open the curtains for you, knowing that it usually takes a little extra effort on you part to get out of bed. Then, he turns to the bed and before heading back to the kitchen, he gives you a light peck on the forehead and a soft, “Good morning, time to wake up,” before he heads out of the room.
If you aren’t up by the time he has to leave, he makes one last ditch effort to persuade you out of bed, whining that he has to go and you’ll make him late. But always searching for that goodbye kiss.
Usually, the sunlight and warmth that filters through the curtains in the morning is enough to urge you out of bed. That morning, though, there’s nothing. Jacob gives you the usual chaste kiss before you hear his feet padding against the floor as he exits the room. After his frame is clear of the window, a light will typically fall over you; but, this morning, there’s a lack of warmth with Jacob’s exit.
At some point, you’d blearily opened your eyes to peer over the edge of your blanket, wondering why there was a lack of warmth that morning, only to be met with the gray overcast outside. The monochrome light cast into your bedroom somehow hurts your eyes more than the usual blinding sunlight, and you let out a huff before burying yourself back under your blankets.
You’re not entirely sure how much time passes before Jacob returns to the room, feeling as though you’re stuck in some foggy haze. Your body is sluggish and tired, enough that it allows you to drift in and out of sleep still—but awake enough that you’re able to hear everything going on in the apartment.
The weight of the bed shifts as Jacob climbs onto it, draping himself over the mound that is you beneath the blanket. When he pulls the blankets down to expose your face, you let out a grumpy whine.
“Babe, you gotta wake up,” Jacob coos, pressing his lips together in a cute pout that you can barely make out in your sleepy state. “Don’t you want to spend the day with me?”
All you can manage is a grumble, fumbling to pull the blankets back over your face and nestle down further. “Go to practice Jake, let me stay here where it’s warm.”
Jacob frowns down at the mound that is you. “They called off practice today. You really get to spend the day with me.” From beneath the blankets, you let out a hmph of acknowledgement, too tired to formulate foggy thoughts into coherent words.
“Are you cold?” Jacob wonders, tugging at the blanket again. You let out a much louder whine this time—absolute refusal to leave the bed. As soon as Jacob had opened the curtains, a cold had permeated the apartment, made up almost entirely of tile and wood floors. “Wait, love, let me fix it,” he murmurs softly, soothingly.
Somehow, just that shift in his voice is enough to convince you to ease up. Your muscles are sluggish and heavy, anyway. But Jacob has always had a way with words and knowing the correct tone to use—even with the rest of his members, his soft and sweet voice was like honey engulfing the bad, diffusing any negativity.
Jacob immediately crawls underneath the duvet once you ease up, pulling the blankets back over you and pulling you close to his chest. Recognizing his warmth, you let out a hum of content from the back of your throat and nuzzle closer into the large hoodie he wears, breathing in his scent and immediately melding into his warmth. Jacob’s hands snake around your frame, pulling you closer.
“We can spend the day like this, if you’d like,” he murmurs softly, fingers dancing along your spine and tracing soothing circles at your back.
“Just let me sleep another hour since you’re home for me to enjoy it. The bed always feels empty without you.”
“Sounds good, love,” he murmurs, a hum of content escaping from the back of Jacob’s own throat this time, one of agreement. He has to agree that the bed often feels empty, with how much time he spends away and how much time the two of you spend sleeping only with the intentions to catch up on sleep itself, not cuddle or enjoy each other’s company.
Just as the rain picks up outside, the light morning drizzle increasing into something a little heavier, Jacob kisses kisses the top of your head, before moving down to kiss your temple, and then your forehead, cheek, the tip of your nose—pausing only momentarily to rub his own nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss before he’s softly kissing you, sweet little pecks, over and over for you to drown in.
You become dizzy with Jacob’s tender kisses and the sound of the morning spring rain outside overtaking your thoughts like white noise, both of the two things lulling you into a state of content that has you feeling fuzzy and overly happy; euphoric.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst but not really + fluff // enemies to friends
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: younghoon’s a bit sassy/socially awkward but nth too extreme
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.5k
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: happy (belated) birthday my beaby @chaoticdeobi, ily endlessly, i hope you like it! i hope you had a great day!
the hall was grand, to say the least. the walls painted in the finest mix of white tie and matchstick; but to any common eye, the paint was just simply cream. portraits of the family’s ancestors hung perfectly on said walls, golden plaques engraved with their names and the years from birth to death, situated just below them.
you could say the hall was the largest part of the building but yet, younghoon was always found hiding away in the undercroft. his time well spent at the very end, paintbrush in hand as he delicately placed the brush onto the canvas, an elegant piece forming in its wake; finding comfort and solace in the peace that he got, a break from his reality, hence why his father had gifted him the space and the utensils for his twelfth birthday.
a slight sigh left younghoon’s slightly ajar lips of concentration, brows knitting together as he couldn’t quite get the right angle of his paintbrush, “it won’t work if you’re holding it so awkwardly.” it took the man by surprise, spilling his water pot over his fresh set of white trousers, nobody ever wandered into his space during the day as the staff working in the castle feared him and his intimidating gaze nor did they ever sneak up on him upon knowing of his tendency to become scared easily.
fury burning in his eyes as his fresh whites absorbed more and more of the tainted water as he sat there, whipping his head in the direction of the voice who stood behind him, arms folded and they leaned against the porcelain walls, legs crossed in a way that just screamed arrogance.
“excuse me, who the hell do you think you are sneaking up on a royal, did you not see the ‘do not disturb’ sign?” with a sigh, younghoon scurried to wipe off his trousers - not that it would do anything considering fabric isn’t waterproof and the damage was already done - huffing again, “oh, forget it. clean this up, i take it you’re a maid? now if you excuse me.”
it was dinner time now, and everybody knew that the king wanted the whole family to sit around the dining table together, occasionally discuss important business him and his wife had to deal with, or something they wanted younghoon to participate in against his will; but in his eyes, it was all apart of the family bonding.
“where’s mother?” younghoon asked as he adjusted his newly fixed hair, the constant puffing of breath out of his lips having messed it up. watching the kitchen staff busily prepare the table for their meal.
“one of the cleaning workers knocked over your mother’s glass of wine and it went all over her new gown. she’ll be down in a few- oh look, she’s coming here now.”
placing her palm upon her husband’s shoulder, younghoon’s mother took her seat at the dinner table, a familiar face following behind and standing to the side of the room with the other staff, you. you were his mother’s lady maid. if it were anybody else, he would’ve apologised for the tone he gave you earlier when he mistook you for part of the cleaning staff.. but what right did you of all people have spying on him in his private space?
“son? are you listening?” his father called to him, realisation hitting younghoon that he hadn’t stopped gaping at you since you walked in the room. adjusting his collar before prompting his father to continue speaking.
“as i was saying, your mother and i have to leave the country for a few days. you are in charge of taking care of your sister whilst we’re gone as well as the staff. we trust you with this son, don’t disappoint us,”
“oh and y/n, you will be staying here for the time being, your services aren’t necessary on this trip. you’ll be in charge of our daughter when younghoon is busy, understood?” whilst younghoon’s father was a kind and generous man, he definitely wasn’t the most respected man in the castle for no reason. his striking and powerful demeanour spread for miles, no one dared to disobey the king, not knowing exactly what he’s capable of but not wanting to find out either.
younghoon’s parents were gone for most of his childhood, along through his teenage years and then into his early adulthood. so it’s safe to say he grew up isolated and alone for most of his life. his only source of socialisation was when his sister was born seven years ago, when he was seventeen. they’re practically attached at the hip, wherever younghoon went, his sister followed and vice versa. his sister was mature for her age, much like younghoon himself, she had to learn how to take care of herself from an early age; that included knowing how to dress appropriately, know how to do her own hair and makeup for any special occasions the family hosted or attended to as well as the basics on how to behave as a royal should. the only difference between the siblings was that now, younghoon had responsibilities he had to take care of- preparing to be king once his father passes or if he steps down from the throne, maintaining a clean record as well as the constant fear of practically falling apart at the seams.
it wasn’t and still isn’t the ideal life for one to live, seeking his father’s approval and permission for pretty much everything he does. the burden weighing upon his shoulders just itching to make his knees buckle and collapse, making it hard for him to do pretty much anything “normal” like making friends or doing typical things you’d do in your twenties; it wasn’t that he liked people keeping their distance from him, nor the fact that everybody in the castle had their own misconceptions on him and his behaviour, all of which turn their topic of conversations onto him whenever he walks into the room.
it was a couple of days later when younghoon found himself sitting on the top of a hill just outside of the castle gates, observing the vast and majestic view that clouded the sky. the blue replaced by a faint red hue whilst the clouds floated aimlessly. the only sounds heard consisted of younghoon’s breathing, the small flow of water beside him and the odd bird that flew by every now and then. he can’t remember the last time he felt pure peace. everything being far too fast to keep up, like a black hole or a tornado, something you’re quickly swept up into until you completely disappear and break.
“they’re going absolutely mad looking for you in the castle, sir.”
you.
without sparing you a glance, younghoon let out a sigh, his shoulders tensing slightly at the thought of going back to the place that causes far too much stress.
unpropping yourself from a nearby rock, settling a comfortable space from younghoon, staring out at the landscape that looked like it just came out of a painting.
“what’re you doing here?”
“i came to find you, duh. they’re going sick at the thought of you having fled the country or something.”
“no, seriously. what’re you doing here?”
“contrary to belief, sir, but i actually want to be your friend. not your foe, regardless of how hard you try to push me away. don’t you ever get lonely in that big place?”
younghoon snickered at that, “you think you know me huh?”
“not at all. that’s why i’m saying i want to, i know what it’s like to have my childhood swept from between my feet, floating between self-doubt and uncertainty of what i’m going to do with my life and how i’m even going to do it on my own. i know far too well what it’s like to be alone my whole life, my parents either too busy preoccupied with work or too tired to spend time with me when they get home at the end of the night.”
for the first time, it felt like someone wasn’t pitying him, or mistaking his standoff-ish personality for something for malice and ill-intended. for the first time, he felt heard and understood.
“how about a restart?”
“huh?”
younghoon was turned towards you now, his hand extended to you, “hi. i’m younghoon. not prince younghoon, not sir, just younghoon.”
“nice to meet you, just younghoon, im y/n. i hope we can be great friends.”
ღ pairing: high school student!sunwoo x high school student!reader
ღ genre: lil angst but not really??? mainly fluff
⤷ based/inspired loosely by the movie to all the boys i loved before - a girl who writes letters to boys she had crushes on in the past and they get passed around to them
ღ word count: 1.0k
ღ a/n: written late for @atbzkingdom’s birthday, thankyou for letting me post it here and sorry again for it being late🥺💜
➸ sincerely, yours.
picking up the pen and twiddling it around your fingers as a way of delaying what you were about to do. the sense of fear and anxiousness bubbling its way into all of your senses, clouding any common sense that may be left within you. it was quite ironic you thought, you were quite the out-going type of person, always striving for being the loudest out of your friend group. the one who always wanted to make others laugh, the one who didn’t have a filter and always over-shared. and yet here you were, too scared to write down your feelings, too scared to confess to the person closest to you.
it was a shame to say the least at school the next morning, unable to find sunwoo anywhere. you would usually walk to school together; pretty attached at the hip if you ask me, you would always do everything together.
“hey eric, have you seen sunwoo anywhere?”
said question had come out of your mouth repeatedly all day, questioning each of sunwoo’s - and yours - friends to figure out his whereabouts and quite frankly, they were no hope. either excusing themselves with something they magically forgot to do in the moment and bid you farewell, just a few minutes prior when you were scanning the cafeteria did you spot chanhee and changmin seated opposite one another as they indulged into their food only to quite literally, face plant the table and proceed to keep their foreheads there until you left. so you could say it was fairly obvious that sunwoo was avoiding you on purpose and the other guys knew about it. on one hand, it stung a little considering your closest friends were all dismissing you but you knew they didn’t mean it will ill-intent, knowing it won’t end up that badly.
further on in the letter did it explain how after years of being close friends, were you getting butterflies in your stomach and tingling in your fingertips when they brushed against one another. you went on to talk about how it was summer of a couple years back, you and the rest of your friend group clad in shorts and t-shirt’s as you had water fights, drank cold drinks, hyunjae and haknyeon throwing a bucket of ice over jacob and sangyeon for napping on the deckchairs in the middle of a fierce game of monopoly. later on in the night, you found yourself seated in a deck chair with sunwoo, your head resting on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around you, quietly chuckling when your teeth chattered together as you snuggled further into his side, “do you want my jacket?”
sunwoo was on his way to his english class when he got stopped in the middle of finding his locker, one of the guys he recognised from one of his classes handed him an envelope he said was sticking out of his locker and that it seemed too important to be lost, he took it with a smile and a small thankyou before randomly throwing it into his backpack and proceeding with his day.
it was safe to say sunwoo forgot about the letter that whole day. or the whole week. but who’s counting?
only when eric accompany sunwoo down on the football pitch did sunwoo realise that he never read what was inside, eric already knew of the contents considering he was the one who found it crumpled up next to your desk without your knowledge, you were close to eric, him being the one you’re closest to after sunwoo of course.
thanks to eric’s text just a few minutes after sunwoo finished reading your unfinished letter, did you find the duo. finally able to see sunwoo after the whole day of searching for him.
“i should leave you two in peace.” and with that, eric left the two of you alone.
it was awkward, to say the least. neither of you moved or spoke for that matter.
“sunwoo i-“
“about your letter-“
“you go.”
what a way to ease the tension, right?
“i don’t know what i’ve done for you to avoid me but-“
“y/n, i read your letter.” letter?
and that’s when it hit you, “the letter i threw out? what about it?”
rather than saying anything, he responded by handing you the envelope, confirming it was in fact, your letter upon reading the first few sentences.
“i don’t know how you got it, but what i said is true, i know you don’t feel the same and that’s okay, so can we just forget about this and move on?” you rambled, quickly turning on your heels before being stopped by sunwoo.
