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https://www.tumblr.com/theyfwltii/821995803534032896/deep-synopsis-a-love-story-bloomed-once-again

I want this as a whole book omg 😭😭😭

This is so good and let me tell you i was looking for a summer romance book to read on vacation but I couldn’t find a good book and then I literally hopped on here to ask for book recs and I find this first thing on my fyp girl I’m pissed this isn’t a book or something but I enjoyed this I’m telling you don’t evaaaa stop writing 🙏💕💕

this warms my heart and soul 💘

thank you sooo much !!!! i appreciate it, and i unfortunately had this story planned as a oneshot but maybe in the future i’ll write a book 😭

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synopsis a love story bloomed once again under the warm sun. ✴︎ michael olise x fem!reader 𓍼

“fucking finally!” was the first thing you heard as you stepped out of the uber, attempting to take your unnecessarily heavy bag out of the uber.

quickly thanking the woman who drove you to the villa, you close the car door and watch her drive away until the car is out of sight.

ultimately, you turned to sophia, your best friend.

you stay silent, looking at every inch of her intently as if trying to memorize her every feature.

her long, wavy hair getting softly blown by the wind, her annoyed but amused expression, her beautiful yellow dress that enhanced her body and caramel skin.

you smile to yourself, forever grateful of such a beautiful, loving best friend.

“well, hello to you too,” you teasingly greet, pulling her into a hug.

she doesn’t move an inch, so you got a hold of her hands and wrapped them around you.

you press a soft kiss on her cheek, “i miss you, fool.”

she looks at you with a serious look before a smile ultimately grows in her face. “i missed you, too.”

“what took you so long? you were the last one to arrive.” she pouted, upset by your late presence.

“i came straight from the airport, and i had to wait a shit ton of time to get my bag.” you roll your eyes as you remember the two hours you spent standing as you waited for your bag.

“well, you’re here now, that’s all that matters.” she smiles, interlocking your fingers and gently pulling you towards the villa.

it was tradition; the friend group always spent three weeks together in sophia’s family’s villa in portimão, portugal.

you had spent some of your best summers there, with them.

although now you sensed there could be some strangeness lingering in the air.

the front door opened, and you were quick to scare jamal that had his back to you.

“fuck—” he gasped, turning around. his expression went from frightened to happy, “finally!”

he pulled you into an extremely tight hug, “we could’ve picked you up.”

“it’s alright,” you cough softly from getting your breathing privileges taken away for a moment.

you greet the rest of the group; camilla, vanessa, jude and kemani.

cunningly avoiding the last person, you made your way to sophia.

“hey, where can i put my bag?” you asked, taking a can of coke. “i’m staying with you, right?”

her smile falters and she pauses before speaking. “well… i’m actually staying with camilla.”

you pause, “what? why? i usually stay with you.”

“well, she don’t want to be with… he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned.”

“jamal can stay with him,” you reply with a half confused tone, taking a sip of your coke.

“hmm… he’s staying with vanessa.”

“kemani and jude are staying together, so..” she clears her throat, straightening herself up. “you have to stay with him.”

you nearly choke on her drink, wiping your mouth, “absolutely not. i’ll sleep outside. i’ll leave my bag in your room.”

“what? no! c’mon, you guys broke up like, two months ago.” she persisted, clearly trying to do something there.

“well, i’m not sleeping with michael. he’s my ex for a reason.” you cross your arms in a defensive, concluding manner.

“well, i won’t have you sleep outside or on the couch. talk to him, and see if he’s okay with sleeping with the guys or whatever.” she suggests, glancing over to where michael was playing volleyball with kemani.

“fuck, no! i can barely stand hearing his name, let alone interact or stay in the same room as him for a month!” you frustratedly exclaimed, leaving your half empty can on the counter as you storm up the stairs.

you open the door to jude and kemani’s room, finding jude and jamal playing xbox. “sophia wants me to stay with michael.”

they freeze for a split second, looking at you with a half guilty expression.

you frown, gasping softly. “don’t tell me you lot planned this barbaric occurrence together!”

the two boys remained silent, pausing the game before turning to you.

“well, you see—”

“this is actually satanic. just offer my soul at this point. why not, right?” you laugh bitterly, sitting on the bean bag next to jude.

“you guys just have to talk it out—”

jude flinched as you interrupted his speech with your much louder, much harsher, inappropriate remarks. “talk it out?! he put fucking football before me! what is there to talk about?”

the silence that settled after your words was so uncomfortable you started to feel your clothes against your skin and your hair tickling your bare skin.

jamal cleared his throat, “i’m gonna go to vanessa. name… please, just.. talk to him.”

you rolled your eyes at your best friend’s words, standing up after him. “whatever, you guys suck.”

you walk out the room, leaving jude and jamal staring at each other with hopeless expressions.

you walk into the room, placing your bag on top of the dresser. while you neatly arrange your clothes into the drawers, michael comes back to the room.

you roll your eyes when you see him, while he just smirks.

you two stay in silence until he decides to speak up, “so, you sleeping in here?”

“not a chance. actually, you know what?”

“what?”

“i am. and you, shoo.”

he scoffed, sitting down on the bed, “fuck, nah. i’m sleeping here.”

“you most certainly are not. unless you want to sleep on the cold floor with no cushions.”

he rolled his eyes at you, playing with his freshly done twists. “acting like you ain’t tryna sleep with me.”

you slowly stop what you are doing, taking a deep breath and turning to look at him. “well, not really, considering we are broken up.”

“well, maybe you miss me after breaking up with me.”

“i stopped missing you whilst you were actively ignoring me while in a relationship with me.”

“yeah, right.”

you sighed, “see, this is your problem. every time someone addresses your fucking behaviour, you act the victim.”

he shrugged his shoulders, “it’s hard to address it when you barely let me talk before you scream over me.”

you choose to ignore his comment, finishing tidying everything up.

you get your pajamas and a towel, heading towards the bathroom door, “by the time i’m out of the shower, you better be gone.”

with that, the bathroom door was harshly closed, earning a dry scoff from michael.

around twenty minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom and are met with an empty room.

you victoriously smile, hanging your towel on the chair for it to dry.

you put on your bonnet and jump into bed, settling comfortably in.

with all the hectic activity of last few days, you are finally able to relax in bed, quickly drifting off into your sleep.

you are startled out of your sleep by michael, who’s making unnecessary noise on purpose.

“michael,” you softly mumbled, “can you be quiet?”

“chill, bro. i’m making a bed, since you stole mine.”

“now is not the time to pick a fight.” you replied with a sleepy but annoyed tone, closing your eyes again.

just as you were drifting back to sleep, he turned on the ceiling lights.

you squinted your eyes at the sudden light, letting out a groan. “what the fuck, mate?”

he cursed under his breath, closing the drawers where he’d taken the duvets and pillows from.

“for fuck’s sake, if you’re done, turn off the damn lights.” you whined, covering your eyes with a pillow.

you heard the light switch and sighed, finally going back to sleep.

just as you were about to start dreaming, a loud noise echoed through the room.

you were, once again, awakened by michael, who was now watching whatever on his phone.

“are we gonna have a problem, mate?” you harshly questioned your ex as you sat up.

“why would we have problems?” he paused the video, glancing up at you.

“enough’s enough. i’m done putting up with your bullshit.” you roll your eyes, laying back down. “turn that down.”

“always so fucking bossy,” he complained, putting his airpods on nonetheless.

next morning, you woke up to an empty room. you thanked the gods and the universe for it, you were not up to putting up with him so early in the morning.

after freshening up, you changed into a black tank top and bootcut jeans and headed downstairs.

as you walked down the stairs, kemani and michael caught your attention.

“but if both of you cheat, it kind of cancels it out, no?” kemani asked curiously, smoothing his moustache.

“don’t know, mate. i don’t think that’s how it works.” michael replied, scrolling through his phone, seemingly uninterested.

“if you both pieces of shit, yes.” you answered, propping down next to him.

“what if you’re… half?”

“half what? half pieces of shit?”

he nodded firmly, “well… then i guess for one it cancels out and for the other it doesn’t.”

he nods in acknowledgment, “thank you, sire.”

“don’t boost her ego,” teased michael.

“it’s fucking eight am and you already want to start? do you not have enough of bullshitting around?” you sat up, already knowing what’s to come.

“not if it’s you. you deserve my bullshit.”

you take a deep breath, knowing he’s messing with you. unfortunately, he knew exactly what to say to rile you up.

“this is exactly why i broke up with you!”

after endless days of arguments and bickering, you finally had enough. you couldn’t stand him anymore, and you had to make it stop somehow.

it’s nighttime and michael has upgraded to the bed with you.

he managed to get the votes from most of the house and you were now obliged to give him his side of the bed.

you come out of the bathroom, wearing your baby blue nightgown, your skin soft and glowy from your coconut scented lotion and your face slightly red from the skincare you rubbed into your skin.

you place your towel on the chair, and place some clothes inside your drawers.

when you turn around, you catch michael staring at you. “fuck you looking at?”

“you.” he replied instantly, a growing smirk on his lips.

you huff, immediately irritated by his demeanour and words.

you walk over to your side of the bed, his eyes never leaving you, and you settle down, turning your back to him and covering yourself with the light duvet.

you close your eyes, ready to go to sleep.

a few moments later, he turns off the tv and lays down flat on his back.

not even minutes after, you feel him moving in bed.

eventually, you begin to feel his body warmth. “michael, get the fuck away.”

“i nearly fall out the bed every time i lay—”

“i don’t give a shit.”

he scoffs, purposefully hitting your leg with his feet in a very soft nudge.

“i know you did not just touch my leg.” you swiftly turned, his pearly whites shining through the darkness.

“that’s for all the attitude you’ve been giving me.”

you don’t say anything, simply laying back down and concluding that your peace is more than having the last word.

you wake up from your sleep somewhere around six am, the birds are chirping outside and the sun is trying to peek through the blinds.

you feel something heavy, just to realise you’re sleeping in michael’s arms.

your face is softly resting against his chest, his arms are wrapped around you and your legs are tangled.

you attempt to make it out of his grasp but when start to move, he pulls you back in, holding on to you tighter.

you accept your faith, closing your eyes again.

with his eyes still close, michael smiles when he realises you didn’t fight back.

later that day, you decided to play spin the bottle, which was probably the most stupid thing you had done in a good while.

it’s finally michael’s turn, and he spins the bottle with a firm hand, but not before smirking at you.

much to your disappointment, the bottle stops as it points straight towards you. kemani, who was beside you, grins at the sight, “name!”

“fuck me,” you muttered under your breath, already regretting all of your decisions.

you crawl all the way to michael, softly pressing your lips against his.

his hands find your waist, tugging at you to pull you closer.

you lips move together in familiar synchronicity, and you feel your chest tighten while your lips move together.

you pull away after a few seconds, however michael chased and pressed a soft peck to your lips before letting you go.

quietly, you returned to your place in the circle, while everybody gave each other knowing looks.

of course, michael had to talk about that kiss.

he walks into the rooms to find you already in bed, laying on your stomach while talking to your mom.

michael remains quiet as he eavesdrops on the conversation, listening to your mom’s sweet voice and when you said you said your goodbyes.

he throws on a white tank top, while his sweatpants are dangerously low on his hips.

he was taking his jewelry off when he caught you staring at him. you were quick to look away yet he caught it.

he smiled to himself, taking his earrings out. “you know i’m right here. after that kiss… i think you still want me.”

“in your dreams, boy.” you reply with a raspy laugh.

he smiled when he heard your laughter. “see? i still make you laugh.”

your smile drops almost instantly. you place your phone on the bedside table, “oh, shut up.”

“come shut me up.” he slyly smirked, crawling into bed in a manner that seemed more sensual than it was supposed to.

you softly slap his cheek with a small, amused smile on your face. he looks at you with an offended look and before you can pull your hand back, he catches your wrist and pulls you to him.

your lips and millimetres away, your breaths tickling each other’s lips.

he glanced down at your lips before looking into your beautiful eyes. “i’m sorry. for everything. i know i didn’t take accountability… and i kept on acting up, but i’m sorry. i should’ve communicated instead of pushing you away.”

you tilt your head, not expecting the sudden change of heart.

“maybe, if you forgive me, you could give me a kiss?” he teased softly, his hand rubbing your lower back.

“hm. won’t be that easy.” you leave his grip, laying down on your side.

“damn you,” he whispers to himself.

the last few days are approaching and everything is calmer now. you and michael have reached a great milestone; you are back to being friends. while he’s actively pursuing you and trying to get you to be his girlfriend again.

you were in the pool with vanessa and kemani, sophia and jamal grilling the meat for lunch.

you step out of the pool to have some water, and sophia took advantage of that. “you wanna go inside and get me some lemons?”

“fine.” you drag yourself inside, getting lemons from the vegetable drawer and placing them into a small bowl.

as you were about to go outside, michael comes down the stairs.

“finally! i though we’d never see you again.” you dramatically commented, placing the bowl back on the counter.

he scoffs, walking up to you with a sensual expression on him. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “a man had to look good for his woman.”

“who’s your woman?” you playfully asked, messing with the lemons.

“you are. that is, if you allow me to be your man.” he softly whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his lips gently graze your skin.

you look back at him, “yeah?”

a low hum reaches your ears, making you smile.

you lean in, pressing a gentle yet steady kiss on his lips.

he immediately kisses back, wrapping both of his hands around you.

you feel him smile into the kiss, and wrap your arms around his neck tight in response.

his hands rest on your lower back, testing the waters.

his hands slip one time, you pulled them back up.

you pull back to catch your breath and he quickly connects your lips once more, sucking on your tongue shamelessly.

his hands lower one more time, and you, once again, pulled them up.

you flip your position, making him lean against the counter as you lean your entire body on him.

his hands slipped downward, gently gripping your ass. this time, you allowed his hand to stay there.

he pulled back, giving you a smile in response before pampering you with kisses.

“oh my god!”

you and michael turn to sophia, who has now got everyone to come find out what had happened with her dramatic performance.

“what happened?” camilla asked, trying to peek in.

“they’re back together.” kemani announced, wiping fake tears.

“yeah, we are.” you proudly smiled.

“we are?” michael questioned, solely to make sure, not being able to contain his emotions.

“we are.” you confirm, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

wrote this while watching liu finale like y’all rly got fuckass sincere third place 😭✌️

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synopsis when it comes back positive, you’re a little scared for jude’s reaction. ✴︎ jude bellingham x fem!reader 𓍼

you stare at the six positive pregnancy tests that lay on the bathroom counter, your brain trying to decide between believing what your eyes see or denying it until your family doctor says “congratulations”.

taking a deep breath, you stuff them between your pads, where you know jude won’t find them.

amidst the world cup, you find out you’re pregnant.

you weren’t necessarily sad, but taken aback. you chewed on your lip, attempting to understand your own feelings.

how were you supposed to tell your boyfriend, who’s currently thriving and arguably one of the best players in this world cup, that you had just found out you were pregnant?

sooner or later, you were certain he’d notice something is wrong. your morning sickness has been addressed a few times. dishes you’ve adored your entire life have started to make you nauseous and disgusted just by looking at it. you couldn’t handle the taste of your beloved cigarettes, which in a way, is probably good for said pregnancy.

as you sit in the hotel room, telling your sister about this anew situation, you hear the door open.

“yeah, and that’s how that goes.” you quickly replied.

your sister paused, not comprehending the sudden, out of context comment. “huh?”

“oh, jude’s here! i’ll talk to you later.” you explain with a nervous chuckle.

“oh,” she says in a knowing tone, “alright, bye. i’ll call you later.”

with that, your older sister hangs up the phone and you stare at your screen for a moment before throwing your phone on the couch.

you glance up at jude, who has a takeout bag in his hand.

“‘sup, baby.” he smiles softly, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

you stand up, giving him a proper kiss on the lips. taking a step back, you curiously take the bag from his hands and peek, “what you got here?”

“just some chinese. i don’t have much time, so i figured takeout was the best option for the two hours we have right now.”

you nod acknowledging, taking a sit. he props down next to you, getting the food out of the bag.

when you gently opened the box, the smell of the noodles hit your nose in a not so pleasant manner.

you flinch slightly, a small crease growing between your eyebrows. jude looked up from his food, slurping his noodles. he noticed the slight disgusted expression on your face, “what’s up with that face?”

“nothing… i’m just not really hungry.”

he narrowed his eyes, suspecting of your behaviour. “right… you texted me forty minutes ago about being hungry.”

“yeah, but i wasn’t hungry for chinese.” you pout, trying to make up excuses for the visible discomfort in your face.

“but tell me,” you continue. “how’s your day been?”

jude opted for ignoring the weird interaction just moments ago. “it’s been fine, the usual. training, medical things, bla bla bla.”

“how’s my beautiful girl’s day been, though?”

you hummed, gathering the earlier memories of your day. “nothing much, really. visited around, bought some little souvenirs. went grocery shopping. have you seen american stuff? they have crazy stuff over here.”

“yeah… so i’ve heard. your day was far better than mine.” he mumbled, already half way his box.

“how so? i did nothing but laze around this place.”

“anything you do is automatically great.”

you roll your eyes, although you can’t keep your lips from forming a smile.

“are you not gonna eat?” he asks while chewing the last of his noddles.

you shake your head, offering your box which he gladly accepted.

around an hour later, you’re laying on the bed, watching a movie chosen by jude. you felt as though you were fooling jude by not telling him what you had discovered just earlier that day.

you glance up at him, whose eyes are focused on the screen. he feels your gaze and looks down at you, blowing a kiss. you smiled and returned it, turning your head back to the tv.

he stares at your side profile a little longer, sensing that you’re hiding something. you were clearly trying to act the part, but you were acting suspiciously weird.

a few minutes go by in absolute silence, the soft voices coming from the television not reaching your ears due to you staring at the white duvet that covered your legs, lost in thought.

you took a deep breath, already feeling your heart beat harder on your chest without even muttering a word. you sat up, turning your body toward jude.

he looks at you as you move, and stares at you confusedly. you looked down at him with an unreadable expression. he didn’t say anything since he assumed you’d speak first.

your mouth opened and closed, opened again and closed again. you close your eyes, inhaling slowly.

you stand up and disappear into the bathroom.

jude watched your figure wander into the bathroom, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. had something happened?

you come back with something in hand, which was hiding behind your back, sitting back on the previous spot.

you paused, before softly dropping two of the pregnancy tests on the bed.

his eyes drop to your hand. his eyebrows twitched as he picked one of them up and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a moment.

“what is this?” he asked, even thought he knew exactly what it was and what it meant.

two very visible pink lines. he picked up the other one, that read ‘pregnant’.

“a pregnancy test…” you hesitantly replied, your voice so quiet jude barely heard it.

it was now his turn to open his mouth and close it back again. his eyes lingered on the tests his hands were holding, his expression very serious.

you were about to say something when you saw a grin slowly roll into his face, his eyes lighting up as he suddenly jumped and hugged your body.

you yelp at his abrupt moves, grasping his biceps as you two roll over in bed.

“are you serious right now?!” he practically shouted, clearly very amused by the quiet announcement.

“yes, obviously.” you roll your eyes at his question.

“when did you find out about this?” he asks, pressing soft pecks on your cheeks.

“this morning.”

he nodded softly, just looking into your eyes with a big grin.

“we’re having a baby! oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” he squeals, hugging you tighter.

“you’re crushing me and the baby right now.”

“oh, right, sorry,” he chuckles softly, rolling onto his back and placing you on top of him.

“i’m assuming you want to keep the baby, then?” you questioned, sitting up, placed on his hips.

“‘course i do! well, unless you want to abort it.”

“i don’t, i just didn’t know how you’d react.” you shrugged.

he gasped softly, looking at you with an offended look. “are you insinuating i woulda reacted negatively? i’ve been wanting a baby with you for so long.”

you tilt your head, “is that so?”

“since our first day together,” he admitted with a proud smile.

“oh my god, you’re crazy.” you shook your head in disapproval, though you were quite amused by his reaction.

“i hope it’s a girl.” he smiles, his hands rubbing your flat stomach underneath your tank top.

“really? i thought you wanted boys?” you raise an eyebrow, playing with the hem of his tee.

“well, yes. but as of today, i feel as though i am spiritually a girl dad.” he raised his hands, closing his eyes.

“great, because i don’t want boys.” you smirk at him.

“i hope she has your eyes. and your curls. and your brown skin. and your cute nose. and your beautiful lips. and your dimples.” he says, one by one, focusing on each feature as he speaks.

“yeah? what about my amazing, kind personality? and my love for smoking and my hatred for sports?” you tease him with an innocent smile.

he pauses for a second, as if he’s considering your words, “maybe not so much.”

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big flirt ! ೀ⋆｡

synopsis you get dared to kiss your best friend at a party, what could happen? [best friend!keonho x reader] w. mentions of alcohol / toxic relationships & cheating.

despite knowing it was not a good idea, you found yourself, once again, getting ready for james’ party.

james was a very close friend of yours and crazy rich, however, he did possess a big love for crazy parties. especially friday night ones.

“are you going with keonho?” you heard ian’s muffled voice question.

“not really, nah. i think he’s going with minju.” you replied casually, focusing on getting your smokey eyes right.

“oh? i thought they broke up, though. at least that’s what i heard.” you heard ian’s uncertain tone through the phone and chuckled.

“they can’t leave each other alone, we been knew about that. anywho, i’ll just ask my brother to take me. you want us to pick you up?” you sniffled, cleaning up your table slightly.

ian hummed, “no need, i’ll just bike there. i gotta go, now. bye, bae! i’ll see you in a minute.”

“alrighty, bye cutie.” you replied, blowing a kiss before you hung up the phone.

freshly arrived at james’ place, you are already dizzy with the banging music, smell of alcohol, sweat and cigarettes.

you are met with the host himself, who looks somewhat tipsy despite the early hour.

“my great friend y/n! how’s the night been for you?” he asked, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“… been nice.” you raise an eyebrow, suspiciously eyeing him. “are you drunk or are you high?”

he chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck. “perhaps both, i don’t know.”

you roll your eyes, “alright, unc. here’s some water.”

you hand him a half drunk water bottle that you’d been carrying for around twenty minutes, hoping it sober him up a little, considering he’ll probably be at it for hours.

“thanks, girl. oh, by the way, keonho is by the pool. he seems sad, i don’t know,” his words are slightly slurred but you understood him nonetheless.

“i’ll see you around, yeah? try not to blackout before the clock hits midnight,” you tease, earning a playful smack on your arm.

you make your way outdoors, instantly spotting keonho sitting with seonghyeon, drinking a weird, almost neon green drink.

you first met keonho and ian when their family moved in next door. the house had been inhabited for quite a few years, so having new neighbours — and a boy and girl your age after all these years — was great.

at first, he was super shy, always hiding behind his mother’s skirt. as opposed to her twin, ian was very bubbly and quickly became your best friend.

whenever you attempted to talk to him, he’d either ignore you, run away or be super rude. of course, four year old you didn’t understand why he ran away from you this way.

your mother would tell you it’s due to his shyness and that it had nothing to do with you, but it made you sad anyway.

these melancholic feelings prolonged until the day you ‘saved’ him, according to him.

the sun was out and burning on a beautiful spring day. you and your brother took the opportunity to head to the local park without supervision.

as you were pushing your older brother on the swing, your attention was drawn to panicked, high pitched screams.

you nearly got whiplash with how fast you turned towards the sound, your eyes landing on an unfortunate scene of keonho getting bullied.

“bro, look! it’s keonho! they’re hurting him!” you hurriedly pointed, not giving your brother time to process whatever you had said, you were already running towards the small group of five year olds.

you threw a punch at one of the guys’ nose, pushing one of them and quickly pulling keonho to his feet. “don’t hurt my friend again.”

the guys started yelling at you and threatening the two of you until they saw you oldest brother, who had been sent to get you and your brother.

the tiny bullies immediately ran away, apologizing to you and promising to never touch keonho again, while juhoon arrived at the seen with a confused look.

your fifteen year old brother, confused, turned to you and simply ignored what had happened. “lunch. mom’s calling you and juhoon.”

you smile up at your brother, your front tooth missing but never ruining your confidence. you turned towards keonho who’d been quiet this entire time and an idea popped up on your little head. “do you wanna have lunch with us?!”

you cross your arms, sighing. “eom seonghyeon, ahn keonho. what the fuck is that?”

seonghyeon smirks up at you, licking his lips. “uh.. we got it… at the supermarket.”

“right… because the supermarket sells radioactive waste now.” you rolled you eyes, making both guys laugh.

they’ve now stood up, and keonho wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “don’t worry, we didn’t have much of it.”

“take your hands off me, you know minju isn’t going to like it.” you scoff, playfully pointing out the fact that his very toxic, weird girlfriend was extremely overprotective and possessive.

“well, she’s my ex. so that don’t matter.”

you let out an exhausted sigh, while seonghyeon bursts out laughing. “you’ve broken up eight times this year already, and it’s only march!”

“it’s not my fault if she’s that way!” he pouts, crossing his arms.

“if your stupid ass didn’t go back to her, that wouldn’t happen.” you quietly muttered. keonho just rolled his eyes, knowing it was true.

“so, where’s ian?” you changed the subject, knowing keonho didn’t like it when his relationship with minju was brought up.

“i think she’s coming, i don’t know. i left earlier to meet seonghyeon.” he shrugged, kicking pebbles absentmindedly.

you spent the entire time by their side, occasionally spotting james or your brother, juhoon. martin was late, as usual. but at least he made it.

stella appeared out of thin air, her eyes hazy. that made you narrow your eyes, giving her a questioning look.

she shrugged her shoulders, “let’s just say juhoon is a very good kisser.”

“please stop reminding me you are dating my brother, i beg—”

“finally, i found you! i been searching for you two for a good twenty minutes.” ian’s sweet voice cut you off.

“james has no business living in such a big house, sigh.” stella scoffed, leaning against the table.

before you could reply, martin popped up. “‘sup, homies. did y’all hear they’re playing truth or dare up there?”

“oh, for real? we should go check that out.” stella suggests as she hands newcomer martin a drink.

“yeah, sure.” you shrugged, what could happen anyway?

around twenty people sat in a lopsided circle, ian on your left side and keonho on your right. the majority of you were from the same friend group, and the others were people from your class, including minju.

she sat right across from keonho, giving him weird looks and scoffing with disgust every time his name was mentioned.

it was funny for everyone to see her acting this way, when she was the root to every problem their relationship had. but minju was like that, she’d act like the victim no matter what people knew or what had happened.

you were lost in your thoughts until you heard you name, “yeah?”

seonghyeon was smiling at you, and you already knew he was going to give you the worst dare known to mankind. “truth or.. dare?”

he knew you had already used truth before, which meant that now, you’d had to say dare. with a sigh, you replied with “dare.”

he hums, pretending to give it a thought. “hmm… i dare you to kiss keonho.”

you and keonho both looked at each other before turning to look at seonghyeon’s cocky smile. “and! it has to be a real kiss, not just a peck.”

you hesitantly looked at minju, who only shrugged her shoulders at you. she never liked you, even before she got with keonho. but you respected her nonetheless.

you had never had any feelings whatsoever when it came to keonho, he was always your best friend. you genuinely saw him like a third brother, someone you could rely on no matter what.

keonho saw you the same way. of course, he thought you were a very beautiful woman, as you were. but he never had any questionable feelings or intentions. to him, you were also like a sister.

so when you got challenged by seonghyeon to kiss, you didn’t necessarily get nervous or weird about it. what made you nervous was minju. you didn’t want her to hate you even more or do something to keonho.

you fight back your laughter as you lean in, closing your eyes to keeping you from laughing as you press your lips against keonho’s, his eyes closed for the same reason.

he gently places a hand on your waist, solely to hold himself steadily. for a moment, none of your moved. then, he gently began to move your lips against yours, and you kissed back.

your head was blank, your lips moving almost as if with involuntary movements.

his hand tightens on your waist, while your own tugs at the back of his head, tugging his hair softly.

after a while, you pull away. you stare at each other for a heartbeat before bursting out laughing, while everyone else hyped you up.

you looked around— seonghyeon, stella and some others hyping you up, ian and juhoon visibly disgusted, martin laughing, james looking at you with a shocked expression, iroha and wonhee giggling with wide eyes, maki and ryul preaching their respect for you two. then your eyes landed on minju, and she was just looking at you with a blank expression.

you couldn’t tell if she was about to jump you or simply couldn’t care.

“thank you for this spectacular dare, eom seonghyeon!” maki claps, giving keonho a bow out of respect as if keonho has divided the sea.

some other kisses happen, some truths are uncovered and some weird things are dared. eventually the circle splits up, everyone in a different corner of the house getting drunk, high or fucked.

you find yourself on maki’s back, holding a bottle of wild berry vodka.

people were dancing all around you, the music blasting through the speakers and maki jumping with you on his back.

meanwhile, keonho was with seonghyeon and martin, who attempted to comfort him after minju slapped him in the face and dumped him for good.

“she just did that unprovoked! it was just a dare, and you two are broken up anyway.” seonghyeon expresses his frustration in keonho’s former lover’s actions.

“yeah. but at least i’m finally freed.” he blurts out, relief evident in his voice.

his best friend’s eyebrows furrowed, a growing frown on his face. “i thought you loved her?”

“yeah, loved. i mean, minju was such an amazing person. but then, she began this super possessive and toxic behaviour… it made me, i don’t know, fall out of love with her?” keonho explains, not leaving his friend surprised.

“i mean, yeah, girl’s nuts. genuinely acting up on you since day one of your relationship for absolutely no reason.” seonghyeon pauses, “plus… that kiss with y/n didn’t seem all that friendly.”

keonho snorts, “nah. she’s like my sister.”

seonghyeon sighs, running a hand through his hair. “brother, please. you’re telling me you’ve never once looked at y/n that way?”

“yeah?” keonho replied, “was i supposed to?”

“no, but— ugh.” martin cuts himself off, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“but what…?” keonho gestures for his friend to further explain, straightening up curiously.

“it’s just.. everyone always though you had a friends with benefits type of relationship before minju came into the picture.” he shrugs, not knowing how to explain everyone thought they had secretly dated.

“no, not really. i’m just touchy and she is too. after i got with minju we stopped being touchy.” he nods along, although he didn’t look convinced with his own words.

“right… i’m just saying, if before that kiss happened, everyone already thought you two were together… now they definitely think that you two are together.”

seonghyeon and martin’s words made keonho thoughtful and in the few hours they spent there, keonho came to the conclusion of something.

with a loud groan, you throw yourself on james’ couch. seven am in the morning, everyone was gone, but the night sure was crazy.

from kissing your friend in front of his girlfriend, to nearly getting into a fight over four times, the police getting called at least twice, three fights, people throwing up all over to keonho getting broken up for good, it was surely a night to remember.

beside you, keonho was eating a chocolate bar and ian was eating leftover pizza. on the floor seonghyeon was snoring, juhoon and stella were watching the movie playing on the ginormous tv, martin was arguing with james over some jacket over by the closet and maki was suffocating his poor girlfriend, sleeping with her in a headlock.

james’ maids were already working, cleaning the house. no matter how much you lot offered to help, they’d hit you with the broomstick and order you to get some rest.

“can i have some?” you quietly asked, taking a bite of his chocolate, attempting to indulge in a conversation.

he eventually finished the bar and laid back, looking at nothing. “you okay?” you asked once again, and he just replied with a nod.

you were in james’ bedroom, and although it was extremely dark, you could see the sorrow in your friend’s face.

you laid down next to him, exhaling softly. “is it because of minju?”

for a moment, he didn’t react. then, very quietly he replied with a simple yes.

you tried to think of what to say. you couldn’t tell him you were happy that he finally left a toxic cycle. but you also felt bad as you knew how much he loved minju.

“keonho, i—”

before you continued, he shut you up with a kiss. it took you by surprise, leaving you frozen in place.

he pulled away, a naughty grin on his face, “seems to be the only way i can truly shut you up.”

he casually stood up and left the room, leaving you there, shocked.

a few weeks have passed and things have been slightly different, to say the least.

that soft kiss that keonho pressed on your lips made you begin to look at him with different eyes. you found yourself staring, having very suggestive thoughts and dreams of him.

he moved on like nothing happened, continued to come over all the time and act as he always did. but now, he was extremely flirty and bold. he’d ask for kisses and cling onto you and just act down bad in front of everyone.

which was odd to you, since now you couldn’t stop blushing everytime he’d flirt with you or be bold in front of the others.

it was a weird feeling, but you were almost sure what it was— love.

something about the way he kissed you and looked at you made you develop or, perhaps, resurface, romantic feelings towards him.

the last few weeks have given you time to reflect about your thoughts and feelings. if you didn’t like keonho before, you definitely do now.

meanwhile, keonho had just realised something. he loved you— in every way. he had grown such big affection for you he didn’t even realise how much he cared about you.

he just assumed that wanting to be near you was because that’s how it has always been, and not because he loved you.

but after that kiss, something clicked. like he finally found the right piece to complete the puzzle.

it all made sense. why he suddenly fell out of love with minju amidst the entire breaking up period, even though it hadn’t happened the other times they’d break up and he wasn’t sure they’d get back together.

why he stopped caring about minju breaking up with him all the time and cheating on him. why he became clingier to you after the last fight he’d had with minju.

he’s pulled out of his thought by ian, who throws him a pillow. “come eat dinner! and y/n is here, by the way, for a sleepover.”

“y/n?” his eyes lit up at the thought of you, standing up almost instantly and pushing past his sister to hurry down the stairs. anything his sister said after your name was left unheard.

ian stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. “i mean, at least he finally realised it.”

when you landed eyes on keonho, your heart skipped a beat, awkwardly chuckling when he pressed a kiss to your cheek and waited for you to do the same.

his parents were on the kitchen, finishing dinner. it was only the two of you by the dining room.

you had grown slightly scared of keonho, since now, he flirts with you and hits on you all the time. just like he used to with minju.

you hesitantly leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but he turned his head in that same instant, pressing a peck on your lips.

you immediately pulled back, looking at him with wide eyes, “why are you acting this way?!”

“because i like you?” he replied, his tone arrogant as if it was the most obvious thing he’s said in a while.

you blink at him, “you’re crazy.”

“for you,” he whispered into your ear, earning a punch right above his stomach.

throughout dinner, he kept on winking at you and giving you looks, kicking your leg under the table and mouthing weird things.

for your sanity, you chose to ignore him.

after helping cleaning up, you headed to ian’s bedroom. you both freshened up for bed but by the time you left ian’s bathroom, you saw keonho sprawled across her bed.

the three of you were now in ian’s bed, watching a movie. you were in the middle, which equals suffering.

ian was snoring into your ear, her head resting on your shoulder slowly slipping, and keonho kept on staring at you so intensely you didn’t even have the courage to look his way.

he’d tease you, make you unfocused on purpose, he’d press kisses on your cheek and everytime you let out a snarky remark, he’d reply with a flirty one.

eventually ian kicked you out of your own sleepover, because ‘you were being loud’.

in other circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded. you had slept in keonho’s bed multiple times. but under these circumstances… all you could do was pray.

you close the door behind you, now in keonho’s bedroom, watching him disappear into his bathroom. you sat on his bed and looked for a movie to watch.

you couldn’t help but notice he took away all of minju’s pictures and gifts down. in a way, you were happy he was moving on, but you were also slightly scared he was using you to move on.

twenty minutes later, keonho walks out with damp hair, wearing a back tee and grey sweatpants.

he took a seat next to you, looking ahead. “what movie is this?”

“just how to lose a guy in ten days.” he nodded.

there was a painfully awkward silence for a while, and every now and then one of you would comment on the movie.

but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fully focus on the movie. you were very conscious of keonho’s presence and it was beginning to bother you.

i’ve known my entire life. i can talk to him.

“hey,” you called out, earning his attention almost immediately.

“yeah?” he asked, looking into your eyes, momentarily analyzing your expression.

“i just… i don’t get it. why are you acting this way with me? i mean— as far as i know, you never… had feelings for me or anything like that.” you flinched at your own words, like they were going to physically hurt you.

he stayed silent for a while, seemingly gathering his thoughts and thinking of an answer. “uh… i guess i didn’t. but i hadn’t really been tuned into the relationship anymore. i mean, she’d break with me over nothing. and… she was cheating on him.”

you blink with your jaw dropped, “what?”

before you could, he spoke up, “that’s beside the point. i just.. started to get tired of her and her actions. i was just.. kind of stuck, you know? i didn’t know how to make her leave for good. and, i guess somewhere along the way, i developed feelings for you.”

he hesitated, but continued anyway, “and after you kissed me for the dare… something, i don’t know, felt right. and then i realised that maybe i do have feelings for you after all.”

you sat there, processing his words for a little while. “um… wow. i guess it’s a good thing i like you back,” you awkwardly chuckle, immediately embarrassed by what you just uttered.

“um… yeah. i think i started to like you during that halloween party next year. i don’t know, though.” you confess in a very tense way, having keonho control himself so he doesn’t laugh.

“and what do you mean minju was cheating? when did that happen?”

instead of replying to your question, keonho simply kissed you, and this time you didn’t pull away.

it has been five months since you and keonho have officially been together.

keonho planned everything— dates and things to do before the official proposal.

he planned ten dates, each totally distinctive from one another but always fun. then he spoke asked for your family’s blessing, which was given to him, with no surprises.

afterwards, he planned an entire week together, going to the beach, picnics, amusement parks and spas.

you were quite surprised by his commitment to this. surely, he was a great boyfriend to minju from what you knew, but he exceeded the expectations and standards.

in the dark, you never knew when you were getting the official proposal. until one day, he just texted you to get ready ‘cause you were going the movies.

you did something very simple, a baby pink babydoll tip with low rise dark bootcut jeans and some sandals. you let your hair down and did very light makeup.

he took you to see ‘backrooms’, since he knew you really wanted to watch it.

when the movie ended, he took you over to the backyard of his house, just for you to be met with a beautiful picnic table, and a lot of candles.

you were already sending it but waited for the cue.

the two of you ate as you spoke about the movie, that is, until keonho suddenly interrupts you.

as soon as he interrupted you, he got nervous, and that’s when you knew.

he inhaled and exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as if to ground himself before looking at you.

with a soft smile, he began his speech. “y/n, you are my best friend. you have been since we were four and your saved me from those bullies. but you’re not just a best friend, you’re family. you have been. i have loved you my entire life, and i loved you so deeply that i didn’t even realise it was in the romantic way,”

he chuckled, taking your hand in his, “now that i have realised that i love you like that… i wouldn’t want it any other way. i’m not going to sit here and stall around with a big ass speech full of meaningless things. so, y/n, would you give me the privilege of being your boyfriend, and perhaps in the future, you husband?”

you sat there in silence, and keonho left his stomach turning, “oh, no. did i say something wrong? i’m sorr—”

he was cut off by you jumping in his arms, pressing a kiss on his lips that spoke more than a thousand words, “yes.”

nothing really changed, other than you now kissing and being extra clingy. juhoon didn’t like the idea of one of his best friends dating his younger sister, whereas ian was more than thrilled to have you as her sister-in-law, as opposed to minju.

the bell rang and you stretched with a groan. senior year had barely started and you’re already dead.

“wanna go buy some iced tea?” ian suggested.

“sure, let’s go.” you agreed, standing up and heading out of the classroom.

as you and your best friend made your way down, someone suddenly called out. you saw keonho running away from seonghyeon, immediately shaking your head in disapproval.

he quickly hid behind you, using you as a shield. “what is going on?” you questioned, trying to keep your laugh in.

“your little boyfriend ate my fucking chips after i specifically told him not to!” seonghyeon growled, throwing a weird object at keonho who easily dodged it.

“tell him to leave me alone!” keonho pleaded, giving you big puppy eyes.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “you heard the man, leave him alone.”

“no!” seonghyeon instantly declined, attempting to reach keonho who this time ran to ian.

“get off me!” ian exclaims, hitting her twin instead of his friend.

“i’ll buy you those damned chips, we’re headed to the convenience store,” you sigh, to which seonghyeon smiled.

“thank you, friend,” he smiled from ear to ear, dabbing you up.

keonho gasps dramatically, “keep your hands off my wife, you animal!”

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1. hopped up out the bed. 2. turnt my swag on