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if i wrote a lu xixiao (never ending summer) fic would you guys read it or not

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simply bcs i love angst with all my heart, reader as the friend who has a crush on him having to watch as she loses him to zhou wan 😍😍😍

#lu xixiao x reader #lu xixiao #never ending summer x reader #never ending summer #cdrama

if i wrote a lu xixiao (never ending summer) fic would you guys read it or not

edit: GNG I NEED YALL TO COMMENT AND ANSWER PLS 💔🙏🏻

#lu xixiao #never ending summer #cdrama #lu xixiao x reader #never ending summer x reader

Thank you so much for Indian reader! I’m a desi girl (no pun intended but that song is so slay) and even the way you describe her personality is so similar to mine and I wanted to say how much I love and appreciate the representation. 🥹❣️🥰

omg hiii!! of course babe as a brown girl myself trust that i got your back (that song is fire) and tbh i js pulled the personality out of my ass like i genuinely js thought ‘what would i do if i was there?’ and js wrote so im glad that actually worked out 😭😭 tysm im so glad you loved it, personally i even imagine her as north indian and not south because on the rare occasions that indian girls do get represented its always south indian so i thought the north indian girlis deserve love too, ill def include the details when i publish the full fic on wp!

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pairing: john logan x f!reader , dean di laurentis x f!reader

summary: how it used to be.

warnings: indian!reader, dance major!reader, filthy rich!reader, reader has a twin brother, the brother has a name, reader is doing a minor in music, past relationship mentioned(reader’s), a very small hint of angst.

a/n: giving you guys a glimpse into how logan and reader’s relationship used to be before karaoke night. since this focuses on logan and reader no dean here ☹️. also because you guys were so sweet i decided i will publish this as a full fic on wp and drafted the first chapter but it’s still gonna take some time so until then ig ill give you guys stuff to read on here while work on it. and pls send requests if you guys want something specific i swear im nice and not a bitch 💔💔💔

you’re gonna need context for this one so, reader’s brother lives with the guys and they all became friends at the same time so she has always been a part of the group. unlike her brother she lives in the dorms w hannah and allie but they both own an apartment that their parents bought for them when they moved. this is enough for now ig.

read the previous part before you read this!!

today’s match had been brutal. hockey matches were always brutal with most of the players getting into fights and losing their shit — that’s why your parents had been hesitant to let avi play this sport in the first place but ended up letting him anyway because they had never learned how to say no to their children when they looked at them with those glistening doe eyes — but today’s match was ruthless in a barbarous way with both the testosterone fuelled teams raging and finding any opening they could to tackle the players on the opposing team down on the ice.

logan had taken a particularly vicious hit when he had been slammed right into the glass, the puck that he had been about to hit the goal with bouncing and gliding away as his head slammed back and a second later his face hit the ice, the helmet protecting him from cracking his skull open but not from the cut he got on his lips when it collided harshly with the bucket. they had won with a 6-5 score that had almost ended in a tie, or at least that’s what you have been told by jules since you were busy at the studio practising a new choreography for tomorrow’s class.

two hours after the game had ended, you now stood in the doorway to logan’s room, leaning against the door and watching him struggle to take off his shirt while sipping on a chocolate iced latte. he let out a frustrated huff at his failure that immediately turned into a grimace as pain shot up his right arm when he let both of them fall.

“and he says it wasn’t that bad.” your voice teasingly mocked.

“it wasn’t. i’m used to it.” stubborn as always.

you shook your head with a sigh and finally walked in, letting the door close behind you and setting your coffee down on the bedside table before making your way to him as he watched your figure like a hawk.

“sit down.”

“i’m fine.”

“i didn’t say you weren’t, john. sit. down.” you ordered with a stern gaze directed at him.

when he finally settled down onto the edge of his bed, you walked in between his knees, his big brown trailing up to look at you as you leaned slightly down to grip the end of his tshirt and raised it to his neck before gently easing it off his head, making sure his shoulder was alright as you took it off. his torso and shoulder had huge patches of heavily bruised skin from the game earlier and he winced for a second when you took the shirt off but relief settled in immediately. much less pain than if he had done it himself.

“i had it.” no he didn’t, but he isn’t going to admit that to you. not when you just took his shirt off with that teasing smile on your beautiful face.

you threw the shirt into the laundry basket in the corner of the room and opened his closet, scanning it for something that he could wear without working his shoulder too much and would still be comfortable in.

“do you seriously have nothing zip up in here?”

“i don’t appreciate the tone you said that with.” he watched you move around his room and his personal space like you owned it and wondered what it would feel like if you actually did. what would it feel like to actually be able to have you call him yours? to let you have him in the way he wants to have you? what would it be like to have you post him on your socials the way you used to post your ex? to hold your hand, and laugh with you in bed? to have those movie nights but this time he gets to hold you in his arms and kiss you? god, he wanted to kiss you so bad right now. what would it be like if only he had feelings for you?

“it’s literally criminal to not have at least one zip up in your closet, lo.” you finally faced him again with a brown plain tshirt in your hands that looked comfortably worn in and helped him get it on. pain travelled all over his body as he moved but immediately eased as you did all the work for him. now, dressed in his sweatpants and the tshirt you just changed for him, he could freely look up at you standing between his legs in his room. all it would take was a single tug to have you sitting in his lap so he could hold you and inhale that intoxicating vanilla scent that you always left behind wherever you went. hold you close enough that it lingered on to him. logan would be ready to sell a part of his soul just to hold you in his arms and put his bruised lips on yours right now.

his bruised lips.

your hand came up and touched the corner of his lips where the skin had tore during the fall, and a very small bruise had developed that could only be seen if someone looked closely. “does it hurt?” you whispered but logan’s voice got stuck in his throat as he looked up at you. the moment your soft fingers connected with his face, his chest started burning up, his heart did a fucking summersault in there, and his breath hitched for a solid second. unfortunately for him, you thought it was due to pain and immediately took your hand off.

“sorry.” the moment broke and you stepped back.

“i’m gonna go and get you some ice for that, yeah?” he wanted to stop you, to tell you to touch him again, and to look at him with those concerned big eyes of yours that made him feel way too many things at the same time, but before he could form a single rational thought, you were gone with a gentle smile in his direction.

“lo, are you asleep?” a knock was heard with your voice from outside the room that had his head immediately snapping up from the screen of his phone that he put down before answering her with a simple “no.”

the door opened at his reply and you leaned in with your body still outside and weight balanced by one of your hand on the wall outside and one on the doorknob, you looked at him sitting on the bed in sweats and a hoodie before smiling and said, “great. you’re coming to get ice cream with me.”

“at one in the morning?” his tone was amused but his hand still reached for his phone without a doubt and his body moved to get off the bed and grab his keys and wallet.

“yes, john, at one in the morning. what about it?” you crossed your arms over your chest and watched him get up to grab his keys. “apologies, baby. i will not be questioning your midnight dairy cravings, my bad.” he saw you roll your eyes at him but the corners of your lips twitched up in a smile that you tried controlling but failed to, and that made his cheeky little grin even wider.

what made him even more glad though, was the fact that for the first time since the first day he had known you, you didn’t tell him to not call you ‘baby’ like you always did when he slipped the nickname in even when he knew he shouldn’t. it was just a nickname though, friends used nicknames for each other, right? i mean you called him ‘lo’ all the time. well, not like he cared if it was okay or not anyway.

“no, it’s just super sexist, y’know? like why does only the woman have to change her last name?” on their way to the 24/7 open local grocery store, you sat in the passanger seat facing him and resting your back against the window with your legs pulled up, one of them close to your chest while the other one bent to rest on the armrest and ranted about how women changing their last name’s to their husband’s was a patriarchal custom and very sexist to be followed even in this period of time. logan listened to you rant with more focus than he ever has in any of his classes.

“the only reason it was started was because back then women were considered their father’s property, right? and after them their husband’s, which is why they had to switch from the father’s last name to the husband’s. and even historically, husband and wife were considered as one entity, and that one entity was represented by the husband’s name and identity, which is ridiculous because why not the wife’s? because it’s sexist!” logan gave her a thoughtful hum, intently listening as he parked the car outside the store and you both undid your seatbelts to get out.

“i’m educating you, lo. when you get married, either you both change your name or neither.” logan walks into the store first and holds the door open for you as he asks with his usual smile on his face “what happens when we have kids? who’s last name do they take?”

“flip a coin, bro.” you state in a tone that sounds like it should have been an obvious answer and that you couldn’t careless about it at the same time.

“makes sense,” he said, as if agreeing with everything you said was second nature to him “what flavour?”

“vanilla.” you smiled up at him and turned on your heel to go raid the snack isle while he took care of the ice cream. she’s so adorable, he thought with his lips tugged as far up as possible.

both of you sat on the hood of logan’s old truck, ice cream in your hands and your bags of snacks that made it seem like you had emptied the entire snack section were safely tucked in the backseat, when he said “i’ll do you one better, how about i take my wife’s name?”

you paused, and slowly turned your head to look at him, “john logan.”

a slow, amused, smile spread on your face, “you’re gonna have a really, really, great life.”

and he laughed.

you weren’t a drinker, the burn of alcohol in your throat was not something you desired like the rest of your friends. sure, you had a drink sometimes when you felt like it but on usual days you avoided alcohol containing beverages like the plague. which is why people always assumed you weren’t a party person either. what kind of person who hates alcohol would like college parties that were fuelled by it?

you.

you may hate alcohol, but parties? oh, parties, you loved. music, dancing, and having fun with your friends till you all pass out due to exhaustion? that was your thing.

so why weren’t you here? and why was your name flashing one his phone?

“hey, you said you’d be here. is everything alright?” logan put his beer down and headed straight for the porch, away from the loudness of the house and into a more quieter area.

“hi, um, can you — can you come get me? i just — i don’t feel like i should be driving while i’m like this and i tried calling avi but he won’t pick up and you were the first person i thought of after him so.” you sounded small. that’s how he knew something was very wrong with you. you were a lot of things, but small wasn’t one of them. on the contrary, you were the kind of person who took their space in the world very proudly and didn’t shrink yourself for anyone. so why did you sound like you wanted to disappear and never be seen again?

“of course i can, baby. where are you?” his legs beelined for his room to grab the keys to his truck.

“i’m at the studio. can you please hurry? i really don’t wanna be alone right now.” he heard a small sniff through the phone that only made his throat constrict even more. you were crying. you were crying and alone and this old fucking truck wasn’t moving fast enough. he was going to kill someone.

“keep talking, okay? don’t hang up, i’m right here, and i’m coming to get you. you’re not alone, baby.”

“okay,” you whispered “thank you, lo.”

he felt his heart break a little.

when he finally reached the building the studio was in, he all but practically flew out of the truck, slamming the door shut in the process, and ran straight to where you had told him you’d be.

pushing open the doors to the dance studio, he was greeted with dim lighting that made it almost impossible to see anything, and your figure that sat leaned against the wall directly opposite to the mirror wall. your legs were crossed under you and you fiddled with the rings on your hand. thankfully, though, you weren’t crying as he had assumed on the way over.

your eyes snapped up when you heard someone’s footsteps approaching and were met with logan’s concerned face as he carefully crouched in front of you to be at your eye level. your lips quivered and eyes filled with the tears you had pushed back the entire time. without wasting another second, you threw your arms around his shoulders and hid your face in his neck, partly because you didn’t want him to see you ugly crying and partly because you really needed to hold onto someone before you actually had a breakdown.

his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close as he finally settled down on the floor completely and crossed his legs under him before very swiftly pulling you onto his lap. he smoothed down your hair and gently rubbed your back, waiting for you to calm down enough for him to speak.

“do you wanna talk?” he whispered softly, his cheek resting on the side of your head.

“no,” you whispered back, tightening your hold on him “i just wanna stay like this… can i?”

he didn’t know the reason behind why you were crying and why you didn’t want to talk about it, but if you said you didn’t want to talk then he wasn’t going to push either. moreover, this was the first time you had ever really asked for something from him.

“of course, baby, you can do whatever you want.”

and he stayed like that with you for nearly half an hour, gently whispering reassurances in your hair even though he didn’t know what exactly was wrong, but if you needed him? he was going to leave everything behind to wrap you in his arms for as long as you liked.

a/n: the brother’s name is aviraj btw and i was planning on making him allie’s love interest 😝

him using her as a distraction hurts even worse when you realise that he actually had feelings first her all along even tho he didn’t realise them 💔

taglist: @indigohazardconduit @harrysnovia @riichii-i @palomavz @gublerstylesobrien1238

#john logan #john logan x reader #off campus #off campus x reader #dean di laurentis x reader #dean di laurentis #john logan angst

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pairing: john logan x f!reader , dean di laurentis x f!reader

summary: the night you realise that the sweet hockey player that has been consistently hitting on you is really just using you as a distraction to get over your best friend hannah wells.

warnings: angst angst angst, a lil comfort at the end, indian!reader, dance major!reader (tho these two only matter if i publish this on wp, on here these are barely significant)

a/n: this is an excerpt (?) from a story that i was planning on publishing on wp but wasn’t too sure about so im posting this here to see if anyone would be interested at all and im litr begging yall to comment your thoughts if you read this and tell me if you’d wanna read it on there or not bcs im not planning on continuing it here so if i do get a positive response ill def publish a story on wp PLSPLSPLS COMMENT AND LEMME KNOW 💔🙏🏻

and if you see any mistakes, i wrote this sleep deprived so pls don’t judge 💔

the photo is for aesthetic purposes only, it has nothing to do with skin colour. this is just how i imagined the aesthetic of the fmc when i was writing.

a loud giggle made its way out of my mouth as hannah took my hand in hers and spinned me in a circle as she sang ‘cherry pie’ by warrant, completely drunk and more confident than she’s ever been in her entire life. when my spin completed, my other hand immediately found allie’s and the three of us sang together, laughing and dancing, vibing to the beat as the spirit of the karaoke night completely took over the three of us.

when hannah finally made her way back to the stage, i let out a little laugh and turned to walk to the bar to get something to drink. reaching the bar, i ordered a chocolate martini before turning to take a look at hannah on the stage again, a wide grin making its way onto my face as i watched her have fun. after everything that has happened, my best friend deserved one night of drunken fun where she didn’t need to worry about anyone or anything else. and to be honest? i was extremely proud of her for getting over her fear and finally finding the courage to drink in public and as much as he annoyed the shit out of me, i was also very grateful to garrett graham for helping her let go and truly have fun after all this time.

instinctively, my eyes roamed around the diner slash bar, watching the people having the time of their life. people dancing, people drinking, a couple making out in the corner that nobody paid attention to, and —

john logan.

i’d watched him come in earlier, dressed in that brown shirt with that damned silver chain peeking over the black t-shirt he wore under and for a second i’d felt myself falter. my heart did the weird thing that they describe in the books where it feels like it skipped a stupid fucking beat even though it was physically impossible to happen and i had thought for a split second, very stupidly, to go up to him before i mentally slapped myself back into shape and looked away. he was hot, there was no doubt in that, but i didn’t chase. ever. and if i did start a conversation with him, i would definitely be losing the game we’ve been playing, so i held back. john logan can look as hot and delicious as he wants, i was not losing.

as i looked at him now though? with that small pretty little smile on his face? and those puppy like yearning eyes shining in the low lighting of the bar? the game was the last fucking thing on my mind. because no matter how much i liked to tell him that he was a condescending asshole and his pretty face didn’t affect me whatsoever? deep down i knew it wasn’t true. somehow, someway, in the past few weeks, john logan had actually managed to grown on me. no matter how much i pushed, he had, god knows how, managed to crawl his way into a small little corner of my heart where his gorgeous, gorgeous, self had made himself a cosy little home. and the way he was smiling right now as he looked — at hannah?

my eyes shook, the glow in them flickering like a nearly dead tube light as i moved them between logan’s face and who his eyes were focused at. it doesn’t make any sense, i thought. it doesn’t make any sense that he’s looking at her like that, it just — it doesn’t make any sense… unless, john fucking logan played me. he was looking at her the same way he had pretended to look at me. i could tell because he had that same dazed look on his face that he got when i gave him bits and pieces of the attention he so badly desired from me, except tonight his eyes shined in a way they had never done when he was with me, and that goddamned smile was softer tonight. soft in a way that i didn’t even think was possible. when he smiled at me, it was wide and excited, but the smile on his face in this moment was soft in the type of way i had always wished someone would look at me with. and every part of me resented myself for thinking how pretty it looked a second ago.

for a second i lost my breath. the crowd was too much, the music was too much, the smell of alcohol, logan, everything was too much. i needed to get out. my feet seemed to be on autopilot as i walked past the crowd and ended up outside taking a deep breath of fresh air in and letting it out to calm myself down.

john logan had fucking played me.

he very clearly had feelings for my fucking best friend and all these past few weeks that he had spent chasing after me was him using me as a damn distraction. and i, like the stupid fucking bitch that i am, had actually let him get close to me.

a bitter scoff made its way through my throat and out of my mouth, angry tears pooling in my eyes at my own stupidity and at how i had lowered my walls without realising and let him in my life enough for this to actually sting. i wasn’t in love with john logan or something but i had started to like him in the small way you do before you eventually do fall in love and to find out that it had all been fake? fuck, that hurt.

the little on top of the of door to malone’s rung as the door opened, “hey,”

oh, i knew that voice.

“what are you doing out here?” i could practically hear the cheesy smile on his face that he always got when talking to me. i stood still, my back facing him as i breathed in and out with a blank expression on my face looking forward. his footsteps were clear as day in my ears when he walked around me so he could see my face, “you should know by now that not answering me — ” his words and halted and the smile on his face vanished when he looked at me with only tears in my eyes and a face that didn’t say anything.

“oh, woah, hey, baby, what’s wrong?” he stepped closer, concern on his face and in his eyes, his hands coming up to hold my arms before they slid down to grip my hands. my hands tightened around his too, eyes darting to them to see how carefully he held them in his. someone get this man a fucking oscar bro, i thought, he’s really good at making it look like he has feelings for me or something.

i licked my lips and bit my lower one for a second before i looked up at his waiting face. i let go his left hand and brought my now free right hand up to hold the side his face and caressed his cheek, he leaned into my touch, “hi, hey, do you wanna talk?” he whispered softly, looking at me with those shining eyes and a small smile. i scoffed out a smile that stayed for a second before falling away, his smile widening just a little as he shifted his face even closer into my hand even though it wasn’t possible. the tears in my eyes had dried by now before they ever got to fall, and only one thought remained in my head, whether he ever liked me or not, i was going to make sure it stung him as fucking bad as it did me.

my hands fell away from his face and his grip when i stepped back, the small smile on his face turning confused as his eyes searched mine for any clue on what was happening.

“i’ve gotta give it you john, you’re a really good fucking actor.” i smiled bitterly.

“what? what — what are you talking about?” he stammered, confused and stepping close.

“oh, you know,” i gave him a shrug and stepped further away “about how you’ve been pretending to like me for the past few weeks while you actually had a crush on my best friend.” realisation dawned on his face and was followed with denial.

“i — i don’t — no, this — this is a misunderstanding, baby, listen — ” his hand raised up to hold my arm before i slapped it away and hurt flashed all over his face. i had been rude and mean before but none of those times did i actually have any bite behind my words and actions like i did now.

“jules was right. you really do want things you can’t have, pretend or not.” he stilled. “i don’t have to listen to anything. i know exactly what happened here, actually. you used me. you used me as a fucking distraction to get over my best friend. you chased after me and told me you liked me because doing all of that meant you wouldn’t have enough time to think about how you had a crush on your best friend’s girlfriend.” and that stung him the same way his face when he looked at hannah had stung me. good. i may feel like a bitch right now, but good.

“i do like you! just — please — ” i cut him off, “please what? listen to you? i saw you, logan. i saw you looking at her. i saw the way you looked at her and you definitely don’t look at me like that. you don’t fucking like me. not the way you like her.” i spit out as i march to my car, pulling out my key from my jacket’s pocket.

“no, no, fuck, no, that’s not true, just please, baby, hear me out, please!” he chases after me, his voice filled with panic. i turn sharply when i reach my car, “so you didn’t approach me to use me as a distraction to get over hannah?” say no. tell me that i’ve got it all wrong, that what i saw in there was just me making stuff up in my head and that you never liked her. tell me i’m wrong. tell me you liked me the way i started to like you.

he doesn’t.

instead, he says what i already knew and didn’t want to hear.

“yes, fuck, but — ” i scoff and open the door to the drivers side and slide in, closing the door behind me.

even more panic takes over his face as he frantically explains or says things that don’t make it to my ear. i start the car, the engine coming to life and tears start pooling in my eyes again while i pull out of the parking lot. logan’s hand is on the window as he, from what i can tell, begs me in panic to not leave and hear him out, though none of it can be heard inside.

an hour later, after that dramatic ass exit, i ended up at the hockey house.

his house.

this is all allie hayes’ fault.

after i drove off on logan, i stopped straight at the dorm building and realised that my keys to our dorm were in allies’ purse and on calling allie, i was informed by garrett that she had forgotten her purse at the bar so they were crashing at the house. with no other option, i had to come over like garrett asked me to.

but apparently the universe thought i was born to be joke, so it sent dean di laurentis my way to ruin my night even more by letting him almost have a threesome over me as allie slept like a baby on the other side of the couch.

give me a fucking break.

and now somehow dean and i sat outside by the pool as if we have been friends forever and i didn’t tear into one of his best friends for using me to get over my best friend just an hour ago.

dean took a drag from the joint in his hand and stole a glance at me that i caught from my peripheral vision for the third time in the past five minutes we have been sitting here.

i let out a sigh, “what?” i turned my head to look at him.

“what?” he asked back, trying to act like he hadn’t been trying to find an opening to talk. seriously, what is it with these hockey men and acting?

“you clearly want to ask something. it’s all over your face dude. ask.” i order.

“you and logan.” the words he spoke so cautiously, as if afraid of my reaction to them, are def not what i was expecting. what about me and logan? no, woah, there is no me and logan. there never was a me and logan. and why is he asking anyway? but that is not what i say. there is no way i’m doing vulnerability with dean di laurentis of all people.

“what?” i asked in a clipped voice.

“i saw you two outside of malone’s. fighting, from what it looked like. well, actually, you were speaking, he just kept looking at you with sad puppy eyes.” logan looked at me with sad puppy eyes?

“that’s none of your business.” i said.

there was silence between us for exactly 30 seconds before i broke because i have never been able to not talk about my shit to at least one person after it happens.

“he used me as a distraction to get over his crush on hannah.” i mutter under my breath, staring intently at the pool water like it had the solution to all ninety nine of my problems.

“he had a crush on hannah?!” he whisper yelled.

“i thought he had a crush on you. i mean he’s been all over you for weeks now.” he says like he can’t believe what i’m saying, which, fair, if i hadn’t seen it myself i wouldn’t either. that’s how obsessed logan has acted about me for weeks.

“yeah, i know.” i mumble with no energy.

“so, what now?” he takes another drag from the joint.

“what?” i finally look at him again, confusion clear as day on my face.

“what are you gonna do now?” he looks at me like i should very obviously know the answer to whatever that question means.

“what do i… do?” i remain as confused as i was.

he sighs with a little smile on his face that’s barely there but makes his face look much softer and stares at me for three seconds exact before saying, “give me your phone.”

“why?” i ask even though i take it out of my pocket and hand it over. he unlocked it using face lock by putting the phone in front of my face which got him a grunt in response from me and then i just stare at him with confusion and judgement blending together when he starts typing and speaking simultaneously.

“when you start spiralling and get in your head about what all of it meant, which you will, you’re gonna need a fun ride to distract you.” he finished typing his number in and saved it as ‘dean’ in my contacts.

“sorry dude, i don’t do roller coasters.” i stare into his eyes for a second even after i already took the phone back and then turn to his saved contact on my phone and change his contact name from ‘dean’ to ‘🚨DO NOT CALL🚨’ , to which he lets out a small amused chuckle, as if anything about tonight has been funny.

hockey men piss me off.

if you guys read this, plsplspls read the a/n at the top.

#john logan x reader #john logan #dean di laurentis #dean di laurentis x reader #off campus x reader #off campus

LOVE IS IN THE AIR! OR IS IT?

pairings: student!jake x f!student!reader, ex bf!student!riki x f!student!reader ft. the rest of enha, katseye sophia, katseye daniela, cortis seonghyeon, cortis james, cortis martin.

synopsis: jake fell in lust turned love and riki has always been smarter.

alternatively: jake just wanted to hit and crashed into the love truck while riki went to therapy!

warnings: college au, jake’s an asshole (!!WILL SUFFER!!), bold!reader, extrovert!reader, reader is stupid at first (it’s js a phase yall trust), y/n mentioned, riki is da goat, swearing, lustful jake (not in a good way for now), sexual innuendos and references, jake is a year older than reader and riki, tell me if i missed any!

a/n: this is lowk inspired from my own life and only written cause i got genuinely tired of ppl writing annoying readers who are way too easy. this is more of an idea of what the story is going to be about instead of the first chapter. constructive criticism is always welcome and very much appreciated as long as it’s delivered nicely. more under the cut!

the devil works hard but sim jaeyun works harder. especially when the act of intimacy is involved with a girl, in his words, who looks like she causes 90% of the global warming all on her own with that face and — that body. holy fucking shit. he couldn’t even believe his eyes when he first put them on her in real life. she looked hot on the screen of his phone — but the view in front of his eyes? oh he was gonna be bricked up in less than a minute if he didn’t look away.

she swung her head side to side, her hand raised above her head as she moved on the living room floor of his frat house that was currently their makeshift dance floor. her hands moved up and down her body as she laughed and danced with her friends and the more he watched her, the harder it got to look away. his heart thumped loudly, overpowering the loud bass of the speaker in his ears. he felt dizzy, the vision of his eyes going hazy for a second. was it the alcohol? no, it couldn’t be. he’d had only two glasses of whatever cheap beer they had in the fridge and sim jaeyun was anything but a lightweight. maybe he’s been wearing his glasses way too less, but then what about his heartbeat that could currently be heard across the entire kitchen?

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