i can speak german and english fluently and a bit of french
i'm pretty new to writing especially on tumblr so pls bear with me!! >_<
music i listen to; wave to earth, laufey, daniel caesar, beabadoobee, sza, tame impala, clairo, the marías, dvwn, lamp, natori, kali uchis, pinkpantheress...
groups i stan; bnd, txt, cortis, zb1, &team, idid, riize, enha, nct wish, cye, illit, h2h, lesserafim, nmixx, stayc...
things i enjoy; reading, watching shows/animes, f1, baking, skateboarding, writing, collecting albums, attending concerts, dancing
i will mostly write fluff and smaus - and i will also not write smut
i'll do my best to make my writing enjoyable but i can barely function this app so pls be patient with me ! (i'm so sorry😭)
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synopsis: sungho a star volleyball player, who is close to being benched for bad grades. and then you! yn. the top student, who he’s resented since high school, is assigned to tutor him. he makes her life chaotic—she makes him fall in love.
wc; will update later
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the gym was packed, as always. banners in the school’s colors draped over the bleachers, chants echoing off the walls, sneakers squeaking across the floor.
yet sungho barely heard any of it.
he stood behind the serving line, spinning the ball slowly in his hand, fingers numb. his gaze flicked to the crowd for the fifth time that set.
she was there
far right of the bleachers, sitting with her friends. Hood up. eyes on him.
he looked away too fast. tossed the ball.
it hit the net. dead center.
the ref blew the whistle.
“sungho. out,” coach barked from the bench, not even looking up from his clipboard. “you’re not locked in. sit for a few.”
sunghoran a hand through his hair, jae tight. he didn’t argue, didn’t have the energy to.
not when his hands still shook from the test he tanked, not when she was here.
he sat. Buried his face in a towel. Tried to breathe.
they barely scraped the win.
the team celebrated half-heartedly. riwoo clapped him on the back, but sungho didn’t look up. didnt smile. didnt stay for photos.
he slipped out the back hallway toward the locker room, dragging his duffel behind him, towel slung around his neck.
footsteps followed.
quiet ones.
then—
“you’re not focused.”
your voice. behind him.
he turned around.
you was standing there with an expression unreadable.
he forced a shrug. “we still won.”
“barley..”
silence.
he glanced at the floor. she didn’t move.
then she said, softer this time, “what happened today?”
“why do you care?” he muttered, eyes still down.
more silence.
she finally stepped closer, tilting her head a little. “we studied for hours. you knew the material. so what was it?”
his throat felt tight.
too tight, so he said nothing.
just looked up, finally meeting her eyes, and she looked at him like she already knew.
“i heard about the post,” she said.
his heart dropped
he didn’t deny it. he couldn’t.
she watched him for a beat longer, then just said again—
“you’re not focused.”
and this time, it didn’t sound like a scolding.
it sounded like she was asking him why.
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ju; short chap but next chap will be soooo goood heh, the chap name is already out.
