a/n: people need to stop hating on pecans TRUST ME GUYS IF YOU BUY IT AT THE RIGHT CONDITION IT'S ACTUALLY GOOD 💔💔 also dongheon my man for the love of GOD please take more pictures 🥀
order 031, anon: small honey milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for verivery's Yeonho
warning: mentions of scary thunder and some angst in the beginning, but thats all :]
summary: bestfriend!roommate!Yeonho comforts and confesses to (gn)reader as they cuddle to get through a stormy night
barista 🥛's note: i miss verivery and Yeonho so much T.T look at him in that photo! i actually miss them sm i might cry.. i need to go watch some vids of them today :c
crackle. boom. hiss.
you hate now the thunder sounds like an evil monster growling, the way the lightning looks like an alien is about to abduct you, and the way the rain is thrown onto your windows. it leaves you in the position you're in now: under the blankets, cowering down with your hands over your ears. you quietly hum to keep the sound away, but it isnt of much use.
Yeonho, just in his room next door, notices you've gone extremely quiet since the thunder hit. he gets worried and opens his door, quietly padding over to your room.
knock knock.
"y/n, can i come in?" he asks, sweetly.
you nod, then realize he can't see you, so you give him a verbal affirmation to come in.
when he finds you as a lump under your sheets, he immediately rushes forwards and pulls everything away, revealing you in your shaking state.
"y/n? is everything okay?!" he asks, worried.
"i-i'm scared.." you stutter in a hushed tone.
the thunder growls again and you flinch.
Yeonho has a worried expression on his face as he reaches to shut your curtains. he then finds your earphones on your desk, connects them to your phone, removes your hands from your ears, replaces them with the earbuds and starts to play one of your comfort songs.
"hey," Yeonho says, after removing one of your earbuds.
"is it okay if i get on your bed with you and hold you?" he asks.
you slowly nod, feeling like you're in a dream when Yeonho cafefully climbs on your bed, shifts so he's behind you and helps you lay beside him. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close; your back is against his chest. once again, you place both earbuds in your ears and block out the thunder, and Yeonho's hums as he sings along to the faint sound of your music.
you look down and see Yeonho's hands, one of them drawing circles at your hip. suddenly, your calmed heart starts racing again as you realize that Yeonho, your roommate and literal crush is holding you in your own bed right now.
his hand moves up to pat and massage your head, and he shyly stares at part of your exposed neck. he kind of wants to feel it with his fingertips; it looks so soft... but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries.
suddenly, you turn around in his arms and face him. his face is red, and you assume it's just because of your shared body heat.
"boop," you say, gently poking his nose and smiling at the way his entire face scrunches up.
you remove an earbud as Yeonho starts to speak.
"do you feel better, now?" he asks.
"yeah," you say, even as thunder crackles on around your house. the sound doesn't bother you anymore.
"then i don't have an excuse to cuddle you when it's stormy anymore?" Yeonho says while pouting.
"why would you need an excuse?" you ask, burying your face in his chest. you can hear the way his heart hammers.
"b-because..."
the two of you are silent, with Yeonho buffering as you give him butterflies and you enjoying his scent as you hold him close.
"y/n," Yeonho softly calls out.
"hm?" you answer.
"i-if we're going to keep doing this as friends, i don't think my heart can take it. s-so... either agree to date me or... stop holding me like this," Yeonho says, clearly nervous.
you smile up at him, but he looks unsure.
"why would i ever stop holding you?" you ask, patting his head.
Yeonho still looks confused, and you sigh.
"i'll date you, Yeonho. only if you'll date me too," you say.
Yeonho's smile returns to his face again as he says, "isn't that a given?"
you shyly trace his lips with your thumbs.
as you look into Yeonho's eyes, you ask if you can kiss him. as soon as he nods, you lean in, pressing a quick but soft kiss to his plump lips. he smiles the entire time, pulling you closer.
"do i now have permission to cuddle with you even when it's not stormy?" Yeonho asks.
order 026, anon: small classic milk tea with crystal tapioca pearls for Gyehyeon
warnings: reader and Gyehyeon are both a lil shy :")
summary: y/n is oblivious to the way classmate!Gyehyeon looks out for them at school.
word count: a shorter piece, definitely <1k
[a/n]: i miss verivery so badly it isn't even funny :c thanks to the anon who made the request so i could write about pretty boy Gyehyeon hehe
from the moment you set foot at school, Gyehyeon's priority is to take care of you. even though he's the class president and probably has a million other worries, you're his #1.
he knows how you like sitting by the window, which is why the best window seat in the class is yours. maybe, just maybe Gyehyeon used his president powers to assign you that seat at the beginning of the year ;) .
he knows you like to stare outside from time to time, which is why the curtains are always pulled back when you first take your seat. Gyehyeon does that for you every morning. he even gifted you a succulent to place on the windowsill next to you, claiming it was to brighten up the classroom, but really he just knows your love of plants.
when you fall asleep on your desk, Gyehyeon, who sits just in front of you, carefully nudges your foot with his own each time the teacher is about to pick on someone to answer a question. if you don't know the answer, Gyehyeon takes over.
"ah, teacher, y/n and i were just going over this this morning! maybe they don't remember because it was so early, but the answer is..."
he also fills up your water bottle when you sleep in class during breaks, knowing you find it annoying to walk down the hall to the water fountain.
he always gives you your favourite side dishes in the cafeteria, walking past you and stopping to give them to you.
"hi, y/n! was class okay for you today so far? here, i don't really like these so you can have them."
your friends always tell you to invite Gyehyeon to sit with you during lunch, but you're too scared to. Meanwhile, Gyehyeon does nothing but smile at you from across the cafeteria, his heart full as he watches you eat. the truth is that every time he walks by you, he wants to ask if he can sit with you, but he's also too scared. that's why the only way he can show his love for you is through the little things.
everyone is aware of how Gyehyeon treats you differently, and the whole class teases him for it, especially because it seems like you don't respond. Gyehyeon just laughs off the rumours, though, not hurt by then at all, especially because he knows you're the one behind the cute bowls of cut fruit in his locker.
as a way of showing your thanks, you always leave a bowl of cut fruit for Gyehyeon in his locker every morning. fruits are his favourite, and you take that into account. of course, though, this is more than just a token of thanks... you like Gyehyeon. the way he cares for you makes your heart flutter, he's so cool for being the class president and staying on top of his studies while also pursuing music...
but both of you are too shy to even talk to each other beyond a 'hi!', 'good morning!' or 'see you tomorrow!'.
you desperately want to talk to him, but you're so intimidated by his class president and lowkey most popular boy status that you stay quiet, begging the universe for Gyehyeon to make the first move... which he does, after his friend, Yeonho, talks some sense into him.
"you both clearly like each other! they leave fruits for you in your locker every day!! just talk to them!" Yeonho whines at Gyehyeon in the cafeteria.
Gyehyeon sucks in a deep breath and nods, lifting up his tray of food and standing up, walking towards your spot. when he's hovering right above your table, you and your friends all turn to look at him in unison. he doesn't lose his momentum, though.
"hi, y/n! can i sit with you?" he asks, looking directly at you.
you look at your friends first for approval. when they happily nod, you tell Gyehyeon to take a seat.
it was a bit awkward at first, but your friends were kind enough to talk to Gyehyeon and make both of you feel comfortable... before they all collectively make some excuse about having to work on a group assignment.
with only the two of you left, sitting across from each other, both of you smile shyly down at your food.
"y/n... do you want to meet up after school some time? maybe to study?" Gyehyeon asks.
"to study? bleh!" you say, sticking out your tongue.
Gyehyeon laughs and shakes his head.
"you're right... well, we could go to a pc bang and pretend to study? but actually play games instead?" he suggests.
"who studies at a pc bang?" you ask.
Gyehyeon pouts.
"okay, okay we can go there!"
his pout changes into a puppy dog-like smile and he excitedly yet softly stomps his feet against the ground. finally, his small actions of love are blossoming into something bigger.
word count: 347
summary: in which hoyoung just wants some rest.
warnings: none.
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packing his bags as swiftly as he could, hoyoung sped towards the elevator, trying his best to make it in before the doors closed.
luckily for him, he had.
"hey hoyoung," his coworker greeted, "got any plans for tonight?"
"nothing much." the male replied, not wanting to engage in excessive conversation.
"i would invite you for-"
"no need, i'm good." hoyoung interruped, "enjoy your night."
just in time the elevator opened, signalling their arrival to the parking garage.
hurriedly, hoyoung speed-walked to his car, got in, buckled his seatbelt and turned on the ignition, trying his best to avoid rush hour.
the drive back home wasn't usually that long, 20
minutes tops, but today the navigation had informed him that there was approximately 40 minutes until he'd get home.
he was stuck.
sighing, he drove to the main road, already dreading the tedious journey to come.
these days, work had been particularly stressful. he had just gotten promoted, which ultimately meant more money, but less time for himself.
the new workload was unmanageable and the poor boy was constantly drowning in paperwork and emails.
each new project was like another obstacle he had to overcome, blocking him from his much desired rest time.
knowing he was going to be in the car for a while, hoyoung turned on some music.
fortunately, one of his favourite songs, namely overthinking by offonoff, started playing.
as he drove, a feeling of calm overtook him.
mindlessly, the boy followed the navigation while the sweet melody of the song wafted through his ears.
soon enough, he was even patting rhythms onto the steering wheel, being careful to not press any buttons.
and as one song ended, another started, leaving hoyoung no choice but to jam.
and as each minute passed the boy felt his worries slowly evaporate off his chest, the music his medicine.
just for a little while, hoyoung felt free. he didn't realise how restraining the stress really had been.
and as the boy wiggled around his car seat, attempting to dance, he saw hope.
order 014, anon: small banana milk tea with pudding and crystal tapioca pearls for verivery's Yongseung
Warning: suggestive at the end!
Summary: two top students let their grades do the talking, but when you're bad at Yongseung's best subject and he's bad at your best subject, wouldn't it be best if you teamed up and helped each other out?
[a/n]: we love a good high school rivalry!! ALSO LOOK AT THIS GIF I'M ASDFGHJKL
"Yongseung and [y/n]. I need to have a chat with you in my office," your teacher says after distributing the grades.
Once you get there, your teacher tells you that as always, you have both achieved great results, except your math grades are lacking and Yongseung's literature grades are lacking.
"[y/n], you're good at literature, and Yongseung, you're good at maths. Why don't you help each other out?"
Right away, Yongseung scoffs.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm helping this thing," he says, pointing at you and sticking his tongue out.
"Sir, he just called me a thing. How could I work with him?!" you complain.
"I'm not hearing any of this. You've both been doing bad in these subjects for years now while you excel in everything else. If your grades don't improve for the next test, there will be consequences."
The teacher leaves you both sitting there in his own office.
"I guess we've got no choice," you mumble.
Yongseung rolls his eyes and stands up.
"Meet me at my house today at 6pm, then," he says, leaving you there.
"I don't even know where you live!" you call out after him, but he's gone.
-
"No, [y/n], you're doing it all wrong! You have to solve this first," Yongseung says, pointing to a part of the equation with his pencil.
"Well explain properly so I can understand!"
"Use your brain so you'll understand me!"
Both of you sigh, leaning back in your chairs.
"I hate this so much," you grumble.
"I hate it more!" Yongseung huffs.
"Okay, let's switch to literature instead," you suggest, pulling out your textbook.
After learning from Yongseung's terrible teaching methods that impatience won't get you anywhere, you do your best to carefully explain everything to him despite hating his guts, yet Yongseung seems to have a hard time catching on, mostly because he's staring at you.
You don't realize his eyes haven't looked down at the textbook once, and you don't realize that his gaze is only on you as you talk. Even he's confused by himself, wondering why he can't fight the urge to look at you and your lips as you pronounce the intricate words of book titles and author names, or your delicate eyelashes as they flutter open and shut each time you blink.
As he watches you talk about a subject you're so passionate about, he begins to realize how beautiful you are.
"Yongseung, why aren't you answering me? What's the difference between a short story and flash fiction?"
"Huh, what? Uh.... flash fiction... is about lightning?"
You sigh, noticing the boy is seemingly drowsy. You close the textbook and peer closely at Yongseung, your chin sitting on your palm.
"D-don't look at me like that so closely... or I'll kiss you," he murmurs, whispering and blurting out the last part.
"What?" you choke.
"Nothing!" Yongseung snaps, pushing you away.
"Did you just say you'll kiss me?" you laugh.
"No!" Yongseung scoffs.
You roll your eyes at him.
"Yeah, right. I heard that! Well, pretty boy. What will you do now?" you ask him, as you lean in even closer than before.
Frankly, you don't know why you're acting so confident all of a sudden, but maybe its your hatred for Yongseung that is making you want to bury all of your nervousness, even though your heart is beating wildly in your chest.
Yongseung looks down at your lips a couple of times before he shyly, then roughly, grabs the back of your neck and presses a firm kiss to your lips.
His warm mouth melts onto yours and you feel a little dizzy after he pulls away, his face flushed.
"Um, yeah, well... let's get back to learning about flash fiction, shall we?" you suggest, stuttering on your own words.
order 005 for anon: large banana milk tea with pudding, lychee jelly and grass jelly
Warnings: some explicit language, flooding mentions
Summary: when you and your soulmate kiss, a small, very small part of your hair will turn white. But why would you and college!Minchan ever kiss when you hate each other?
word count: ~3k
[a/n]: i miss Minchan so much pls :( aLSO I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SH*T AND LATE BUT I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!!
"Move out of my spot," Minchan sighs, towering over you as you sit hunched over your notes in the front row of the lecture hall.
"No, why should I?" you spit out, still looking down.
"Because it's my spot, didn't you hear me say that?" Minchan clarifies with a scoff.
"Oh just shut up. Is your name written on here anywhere?"
He sighs and chooses to sit behind you, accepting defeat for now.
"Can you and Minchan not just give it a rest for one day?" your friend asks you as they take the spot beside you.
"If he wasn't so annoying, then maybe I would be able to do that," you say, organizing your notes for today's lecture.
Minchan kicks the back of your leg with his foot after hearing your words, and you turn around, sighing.
"You're literally proving my point. Just stop," you say.
"You stop badmouthing me first then," Minchan says with a smirk.
"Okay, good morning everyone!" the professor says, causing you to turn back to the front so you can pay attention.
The lecture passes peacefully as the two of you focus. Sure, you have a deep rivalry, but you're both dedicated students who never mess around when a lecture begins.
It's only after it ends that Minchan gets on your nerves again.
You find it right in front of a vending machine, pressing the buttons to dispense a drink. After he steps away, you realize that he had bought your favourite drink, and you don't think much of it until you step up to also buy that drink... only to find there's no more left.
"Minchan, what the hell? You don't even like that flavour anyway, why did you have to take the last one?!" you yell, pointing at the drink in his hands.
He shrugs in response, unscrewing the cap.
"If you want it, you'll have to do something for me."
"And what's that?"
"Convince everyone that we're dating."
"Just for a drink?!" you exclaim.
"I'll have a lifetime supply for you. Anytime you want, just tell me and I'll buy you one."
"Minchan... have you lost it? You know I hate you, right? Why would I pretend to be your s/o?"
"Because people think I'm dating this stuck-up asshole and it's ruining my reputation."
"Why would me dating you fix anything?"
"Because you get good grades, [y/n]. Not as good as mine, but good enough. And I hate your guts, but everyone else seems to think you're alright."
You sigh, shaking your head at the boy.
"I'll give you the drink this once. You've got till tomorrow to think about it," he says, flashing you a smile before walking away.
Confused, the drink almost slips out of your hands as you shuffle to your dorm, feeling bewildered.
-
"So Minchan, your mortal enemy wants you to fake date him?" you friend asks you, sitting on your bed while watching you pace around.
"Yeah."
"That makes no sense."
"Right?!"
"And all you get out of it is a lifetime supply of your favourite drink?"
"Yeah! I mean, those drinks are expensive so..."
"No, [y/n]! Focus!" your friend tells you, holding onto your hands and shaking them.
"Right, right," you mumble.
Your friend suddenly claps their hands and you jump back in fright, swearing at them for scaring you.
"I've got it! Just tell him that you'll only do it if he stops being such a little shit to you."
"So... fake date him to stop our annoying rivalry?" you repeat.
Your friend nods and you step back to properly consider their words. It doesn't sound so bad, especially since your rivalry with Minchan kind of started out of nowhere anyway, and you've always been hoping you never met him so this stupid thing would stop.
-
You: hey! dumbass!
stinky min: ???
You: let's do it
stinky min: ??
You: the,,, thing
stinky min: well don't be shy now
stinky min: spit it out
You: YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
stinky min: you want to date me?
You: fake* !!! FAKE date you yes
stinky min: ok
You: ugh i hate you
stinky min: :D
You: IT'S ONLY ON ONE CONDITION THO
stinky min: and that is?
You: we end this dumbass rivalry and you stop being so annoying
stinky min: sorry babe can't do that
You: okay then bye
stinky min: NO WAIT
stinky min: i was joking..
stinky min: fine..
stinky min: tomorrow for our first class,, you better come sit next to me when i wave to you
-
"[y/n]!" Minchan yells, waving at you frantically with a big smile on his face.
You sigh and cover your face with your hand as you compose yourself, wondering why you're doing this for a lifetime supply of drinks and for this stupid rivalry to be over. Then, you finally look up and nod in Minchan's direction, approaching his spot in front row. You slide into the seat he saved for you while gritting your teeth and whispering, "why are you sitting in my seat?"
"[y/n], I saved a seat for you in the front row! Since you always like to sit here," Minchan says, obnoxiously loudly.
"I can see that, dumbass," you whisper, still continuing to smile at him while gritting your teeth.
"[y/n], be a bit more natural, would you?" Minchan whispers, stretching an arm around you and pulling you close.
You almost fly off your seat as you hadn't expected him to do this, but stay put despite your heart thumping heavily in your chest. When he leans his head on your shoulder, you have to do everything not to punch him.
"Your heart's beating so fast, my dear," Minchan mumbles.
"Are they dating?" someone whispers in the row behind you.
Murmurs begin to rise and Minchan smirks the whole time, his head still on your shoulder. His hair feels strangely fluffy and soft against your neck.
When the lecture begins, Minchan sits up straight but listens to the whole lecture with his hand around your waist. All of this skinship makes you dizzy and angry, and by the time the lecture is over, you've pulled Minchan aside to have a word with him.
"Minchan, if you're doing to do things like this, then I want out."
"What do you mean, babe?" he says, reaching forwards to push your hair back with his fingertips.
You catch his hand with yours, holding it there.
"This is what I mean," you say, pointing to his hand sitting on your head.
"Well we're dating, aren't we? Isn't it natural to show some skinship?"
"Minchan, firstly this isn't even real. Secondly, skinship isn't a required thing or anything. So just... chill out, okay?"
Minchan leans forward until his lips are right next to your ear.
"Why, is it cause I make your heart rate increase?"
"No!" you yell, pushing him a way.
A couple of students see this and speed walk away, whispering amongst themselves while staring at you.
"Okay, [y/n], calm down. I'll go easy on you, I promise. Have this drink and I'll see you later," he says, holding out your favourite drink.
"When did you even buy this?" you ask, taking it from him.
"Be there at the party tonight, okay?" he tells you while walking away.
What party? you wonder, until you check your phone. Someone has posted in your class about a party happening in Minchan's dorm building.
Sighing, you start to write a text to Minchan asking him why you have to attend a dumb party when you don't like parties anyway, but he messages you first.
stinky min: going to the party will be a great place to show everyone we're dating. and finally stop people talking behind my back... so be there, okay?
stinky min: and about the skinship.. i'm sorry. i'll genuinely stop. but at least you only have to see me a couple times during the day! it's not like we're in the same dorm or anything..
-
After getting your studying and classes done for the day, you head to Minchan's dorm building, which is already flooded with people.
"How isn't anyone getting in trouble for this?" you mumble, looking at the people scattered across the hallways with drinks in their hands, socializing.
You weave through the people, searching for Minchan.
"Hey! Looking for your... boyfriend?" a familiar voice asks you, taking hold of your arm.
You turn around to see your friend, looking lovely as ever.
"Yeah... seen him anywhere?" you ask.
They point upstairs while saying, "he's in his room, 204, waiting for you."
"Alright, I'll see you around then!"
"Don't have too much fun," your friend says with a wink.
Fun? This is not fun at all, you sigh, trudging upstairs and pushing past people to find room 204.
When you finally find it, you're surprised to see it's the only room with the door closed. You knock and the door knob quickly turns, revealing a very.... annoyingly attractive Minchan, with his hair parted comma style, wearing a white tee and a blue jean jacket.
"[y/n], you came! Come in, the real party's in here," he says, inviting you inside.
You walk in to find his TV showing a game he was playing, and he sits down to continue.
You throw him a confused look, but he just stares back at you.
"What? I know you didn't wanna be there, so let's at least have some fun before we have to go out there," he tells you, patting the spot on the ground next to him.
"Wow, Minchan. This is actually the kindest thing you've done for me," you reply, sitting next to him and taking the controller he's offering you.
After absolutely destroying Minchan in the game he thought he was the best at (what a reality check for him!) the two of you stand up and take a few deep breaths before stepping out into the hallway.
"Hey, you owe me something for beating you," you say before Minchan opens the door.
"Oh, shut up," he says, but with a smile.
As soon as he opens the door, people start to greet him. It isn't surprising, since he is just a bit of a popular guy. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but you don't want to admit that.
Many people ask Minchan if he broke up with Jennifer, the stuck-up asshole that he had been telling you people thought he was dating, and Minchan clarifies each time, with a bright grin, that they were never dating, but that it's only ever been him and you.
Everyone seems to find this so cute, but you almost vomit on the spot. Who would've known that Minchan could be so cringey?
Feeling tired after socializing with so many people, the two of you find your own space to stand in one another's company for a second.
"So, how does it feel, Minchan?" you ask him.
"To be dating you?" he asks back, a cheeky grin on his face.
You hiss at him and shake your head.
"No! To be rid of that dumb rumour about you and Jennifer."
"Ah, it feels good! Thanks, [y/n]. Do you want me to go grab your favourite drink for you? The vending machine here has it."
You take a second before agreeing, telling yourself that you deserve it after having role played for so long.
A few moments after Minchan leaves, the somewhat loud music that had been blasting this whole time stops, and someone starts yelling from up the stairs.
"GUYS, THERE'S BEEN A FLOOD AND IT'S SUPER BAD. IT'S SPREADING TO ALL THE HALLWAYS SO WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" he shouts.
Even from down there you can notice water pooling around his feet from where he stands near the stairs, and water trickling down the steps, too.
Some people immediately rush out, but you search around for Minchan for some time, wondering why he's taking so long. Then, the flood starts getting really bad, rushing down the stairs and beginning to approach you.
You start speedwalking towards the door, not even stopping when someone grabs your arm.
"[y/n]! You waited for me?" the person asks.
You turn to find Minchan with his pants soaked up to his knees and holding your favourite drink while panting.
"No. Maybe. Anyways, let's go!" you say, dragging him out with you.
That whole night, no one gets any sleep as the campus' staff decide what to do with all the students who won't have a place to sleep. It's only at 4am that they decide on a solution: to send everyone from Minchan's dorm into your dorm, because yours is the one with the most vacant spots.
And as if by the worst luck on this planet, Minchan just has to be placed right. In your. Room.
He trails in at 4:32am, shyly following you inside and acting very differently from his usual arrogant state.
"So this is where you sleep, huh [y/n]?" he quietly asks, looking at your bed.
"Yeah, of course. This is my dorm, what would you expect? That bed on the other side is vacant, so you can sleep there. If you need anything, just go grab it. But if you can't find it or need help, you can wake me up, it's honestly fine," you explain, grabbing your clothes so you can get changed in the bathroom
Minchan stops you.
"No, [y/n], it's fine! I'll change in the bathroom. You change here and tell me when you're done."
You shrug and nod, accepting his offer.
Once you're both changed, you decide to just sleep, because by now it's 5am and you both have class in a little over 3 hours. But you're unable to sleep with the presence of another person in your usually empty room, and you notice Minchan rustling around in his bed, too.
"Having trouble sleeping?" you whisper, not wanting to wake him in case he's actually asleep.
"Yeah..." Minchan says with a sigh.
"Let me just turn on the light, cause I can't sleep either-"
"No! It's better like this." Minchan says, interrupting you as you begin to leave your bed.
You fall back on it, sitting on the edge.
"Anything... I can do to help you sleep?" you ask him, feeling weird that you're being so nice to someone who was your enemy not too long ago.
"Do you wanna cook something?" Minchan asks you after a long silence.
"Cook? Now?"
"We didn't eat," Minchan points out, making you laugh.
"I guess you're right!" you say, standing up to turn on the light.
With whatever random ingredients you have, Minchan helps direct you in making a meal, carefully teaching you how to cut the vegetables and how to fry things correctly. He always gets real close when he does this, but never touches you since he thinks you wouldn't like that. You notice this and appreciate it.
At one point, Minchan asks you to lean in close to the stove to look at the texture of the food. You lean in and place your head practically next to his.
"See how it's this colour and is a lot softer? That means it's done!"
Minchan turns to you after he says this, and this might sound crazy, but your faces are so close to each other that Minchan's lips literally graze yours when he turns to you.
He immediately jumps back and apologizes, laughing slightly for his stupid mistake while covering his mouth with his hand. You, on the other hand, feel mortified and hold your lips with your fingers, wondering if they haven't fallen off or anything, because for some reason, they feel like they're buzzing.
"Wait, [y/n], why is your hair... turning white?" Minchan asks, pointing to your hair.
You notice a strand of white in Minchan's hair too, and you also point up to it. Reaching out to touch each other's white strands, the two of you seem to realize at the same time.
"Ah... so it's you? You're my soulmate?" Minchan asks, his cheeks clearly tainted red.
"I guess so... Damn, that wasn't even a real kiss but it was enough to turn our hair white!"
The two of you remain speechless for a few moments.
"So I'm really soulmates with my enemy?" you ask, groaning.
"Hey, I guess we have to learn to love each other now," Minchan says, puckering his lips and fake-kissing the air.
You push his face away and run off towards your bed, leaving Minchan chasing you around your room while the two of you laugh loudly. Thankfully you don't get any noise complaints, but running around at 6am leaves the two of you running on an all-nighter for your first class.
As the two of you practically fall asleep on each other for the whole class, everyone giggles at your sleepy states, but most importantly, gawks at the white strands in your hair.
"So they were really meant to be, huh," your friend says, sitting behind you and kicking your shin, forcing you awake so you can pay attention.
