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so.....

I have just realised I havent posted on here since DECEMBER.

University has kicked my ass more than I thought it would but im gonna try and post more on here!!

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hey guys, I don't usually post like this so I'm not sure how well it's going to do but!! ive been wanting to write something for a while I just cant think of a decent plot so if anyone has any suggestions or requests I'm taking them!!

I'll write for any group on my master list but I don't do NSFW. I'm also at university so I'm not sure how quickly I'll be able to get them out but I'll try to be fast!!

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✿THE ART OF LOVE

✿SYNOPSIS. when chris texted an artist he found on instagram with the hopes of them designing an album cover for him, he never expected to fall head over heels in love with them.

PAIRING. bangchan x artist!reader

GENRE. smau, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS. little bit of suggestiveness, angst

CHAPTERS.

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epilogue. out now!

A/N. this is dedicated to my favorite anon everrrr, aka 🦇 anon, as a congratulations for graduating and getting a super cool job. LOVE YOU POOKIE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS

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this sent me on SEVERAL emotional rollercoaster but it's absolutely brilliant

[taoisms]

lifehack for fic readers who don't know what to comment on fics -- if you just like copy-paste like... 2 lines that u liked in the fic u just read and comment that with the simple prequel of like "i rly liked these lines" ???? brother.

the way a fic writer would CARVE THEIR OWN HEART OUT and MAIL IT TO YOU FEDEX EXPRESS.

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I literally go back and reread those kinds of things, they are amazing!!!

[nondelphic]

does anyone else write a sentence so good you have to lean back in your chair and just vibe with the sheer power of it? like yeah, i, ME, did that.

[gyuwrites]

bro i would reread that fucking sentence because it was just THAT good

only for me to probably change it after a few weeks but we don't gotta talk about that

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the opposite happens with me, like I wont notice until someone points it out and then I'm like DAMN some poet possessed me or something

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I Like It

situationship!Han Jisung x gn!reader

plot; you wonder how Jisung feels about you

genre; fluff, angst, questioning

warnings; none I think, please let me know if I've missed any

word count; 0.6k

proofread; @hyuukais was a massive help with this one! Once again made me giggle with some of the things they've said! Go check them out!

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

You hadn’t known Jisung very long but there was something about him that was comforting. He was sweet, kind, funny, everything that makes you want to spend time around someone Jisung had.

You quickly became friends, sharing ideas and music, going out for drinks and sharing laughs. It was joyful. That happiness was constant, you would go to his place to watch TV, even if you didn’t like what he was watching, his company was more than enough to make up for it.

Falling for him was easy, as you got closer to him it was impossible not to. The noise of the TV fading into the background as you two laughed. He would mess up your hair to stop you falling asleep only to fix it minutes later saying how soft it was while he did it.

Then one night, while you two were cuddled up, you started to bicker like you usually would. To try and win you moved away, refusing to curl back next to him, and he said

“Fine then. Stay over there, but I bet you’ll come back before I do.”

You were far too stubborn to give into that silly comment so you stayed as you were. Laying next to him barely moving, watching the screen even though you were completely clueless as to what was happening in the storyline. You were hyper aware of his every move, the way you could feel him staring at you as he waited for you to break.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before he had his arms wrapped around you again, his head against your neck mumbling about how he lost. It was adorable, you were screwed.

This happened again and again. He would give you countless compliments, kiss your forehead, hold you when you needed it, no questions asked. He would wait to walk you home, come to see you when you needed it most, but it was all so confusing.

This was all while he was barely responding to your texts, but, when he did, he replied with compliments. It was all so confusing you wanted to scream.

You didn’t know what this was. Did any of it mean anything to him? You weren’t together,so long reply times, or no reply at all, couldn’t get you mad but it hurt, that was undeniable.

You told some of your friends about it but most of their replies were that it was cute. You couldn’t really disagree with that but you felt like you were going to scream. Does he like you? It was obvious he was attracted to you but what about genuine feelings?

Every time you felt like the feelings you had for him were fading they would come back with force. He would fall asleep across from you as you read a book, put his hand in your hair like a reflex when you placed your head against him. You could have sworn you were going mad.

You knew that you’d have to tell him eventually. A straight answer would help, but the fear that this would all end held you back. As confusing as it was, it felt good. It was nice to be complimented and held, and when you were in his arms those worries about what you were didn’t matter.

You had no clue what you were or where it was going but my god was it good to be a part of. Eventually you would have to face the consequences of how you were feeling but for now? You were content with seeing where it would lead. This game could go on for eternity and you’d be okay with that.

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always a woman to me

idol!Riwoo x reader

a/n; I have tried to make this gender neutral but it might seem a bit more feminine so I apologise!!

plot; Riwoo doesn't understand why you won't dance with him

genre; fluff, established relationship

warnings; slight mentions of alcohol, reader slightly insecure

word count; 0.9k

proofread; the lovely @leaderwon helped me out with this one! Check her out!!

networks; @kflixnet, @k-labels

“Everyone can dance. I mean not everyone is good but everyone can dance.” 

Your boyfriend is tired of this conversation. Everytime he wants you to come join him you just have to say that you can’t. If you just didn’t want to he’d understand but when you say “can’t” it’s so unlike your usual confidence he struggles to accept it.

He gets that performing isn’t for everyone but dancing is something that everyone can enjoy, and he simply wants to do it with you. He wants to twirl you around and imagine that it was the first dance at your wedding, he wants to hear you laugh when one of you trips over, and hear you celebrate when you manage to match the routine.

He just wants to see you enjoy the thing he loves.

However, you don’t dance and have admitted that you have always had two left feet. Dance competitions as a kid left you confused, though slightly in awe, at how people could move so naturally while all your focus went to remembering the movements. 

You get that same feeling of awe now, watching as your love effortlessly follows the music. The smile on his face as he lets his body move to whatever you have chosen matches yours as you watch him. 

If you had more faith in your abilities you would join him. To stand next to him and let yourself just move; it is something that you would give everything to be able to do. You never told him about this, too scared of being made fun of. Even though you knew Riwoo would never make you feel bad about it, deep down the fear was still there.

This went on for months. He would try and get you to dance with him whenever you visited the company but he would get no further than a few turns. 

Riwoo told the rest of the members about how he felt about your reluctance. He understood that he couldn’t force you to do anything, but you were always willing to join in when the boys were messing around. Then when it was just the two of you, you stayed firmly on the floor content with just watching. The boys tried to help, Sungho suggested that maybe you just wanted to watch Riwoo in his element rather than trying to interrupt and Leehan added that maybe you just didn’t feel comfortable dancing with Riwoo because he was so advanced.

The boy's suggestions resonated with him. Riwoo chose to drop the topic of dancing together for a while but the want never left. He still wanted to twirl you around whenever you wore something that swirled around as you moved. He wanted to slow dance to a cheesy love song and picture you on your wedding day. He grew almost obsessed with the idea but he chose to leave it be not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

During all this, opposite schedules meant you couldn’t see each other. It was admittedly painful to not see your love for almost a month but you had been in this situation before and knew how to deal with it.

The day that you guys could see each other you decided that it would be a calm night with some drinks. A nice night in where you can just relax and enjoy each other's company after so long. It was a lovely time, you swapped stories from the time that you had been apart.

As the soft melody of the music played in the background, your conversation ended and filled the room with a comfortable silence. It was a few minutes before Billy Joel’s “She’s Always a Woman” filled the air around you. You let the first verse fully play as you just looked at the boy sitting next to you. 

As the song continues you realise you have the perfect opportunity to do what you’ve always wanted to. That's the thing you see, while Riwoo had wanted to twirl you around like on your wedding day, you wanted the same thing. You had fallen head over heels for the boy beside you and you wanted so desperately to sway in his arms.

Whether it was the few drinks in your system or the overwhelming feeling of love, something made you ask the few words that would bring the boy so much happiness.

Putting your glass down and sitting up you looked him in the eyes and asked “Do you want to dance with me?”

The smile that erupted across his face was more than enough to answer your question. No further words were exchanged as he placed his own glass to the side.

He took your hands and led you to the centre of your living room. There was no timings, no choreography to learn, it was simply holding you in his arms and swaying side to side. It would take until your wedding for Riwoo to admit that this was the first time he realised what he had said since the beginning that  “Everyone can dance” wasn’t wrong but the way he viewed it was.

Before that moment you shared in the living room Riwoo was convinced that to dance was to find joy in a choreography, it was that satisfying moment when you finally got the timings right. Yet the moment where he truly found the most joy in dancing was when Billy Joel gently played and you placed your head against his chest. Riwoo had always found happiness in dancing and that happiness was only tripled when he had you in his arms.

Does Taesan later claim credit for this revelation because he introduced you to the song? Of course; but he didn’t complain as he, and the rest of the members, watched you recreate that moment for your first dance.

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light at the end of the tunnel

idolbf!Myung Jaehyun x GN!reader

plot; you write Jaehyun a poem to express how you feel

genre; fluff, established relationship

warnings; mentions reader is anxious, suggests that the reader has experienced mental health struggles at the end

word count; 0.8k

proofread; nope

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

Writing is something that you use to deal with emotions that feel like too much to handle. It’s a way for you to put the feelings swimming in your head into something that makes sense.

It makes sense, you were always better at literature, your strength was in essays and words rather than numbers. Poetry and books found a way to hit the parts of your soul no one but you could ever reach and it was a feeling you welcomed with open arms.

Then you met Jaehyun and all these feelings came flooding to the surface. None are particularly bad, bittersweet more than anything, he’s home in a person. He makes you feel safe in a way that no one else has ever been able to. 

That being said, there were so many thoughts in your head that you had to get out. After seeing him one day you lay on your bed and thought about how happy you are with him by your side, how you’re so proud of him achieving his dream, just how great it was that you’re able to call him yours. You just had to write it all down.

Normally you’d write on your laptop, watching as words filled the page as your fingers tapped on the keys, but as the screen came to life and the light filled your room it felt wrong. The poetry that you thought was the perfect encapsulation of love wasn’t written on a screen, so why would you put these feelings on an electronic page when paper felt better? 

So you went over to your desk, flipping through folders and notebooks for a page that wasn’t covered in notes or work, until you found it. It was a notebook covered with flowers that Jaehyun had bought you after you had told him about your love for writing. What better place to write your thoughts for the boy?

It didn’t take you long to write it. A few changes in phrasing and pacing but not even an hour after you had begun you were left happy with the final product. You want him to read it but the thought of him doing that in front of you left you anxious so you decide to sneak it into his bag the next time you see him.

You take him to a coffee shop not too far from your place and while he’s distracted with what to order you slip the poem into the main part of the bag, watching as it falls into the folds of the hoodie that he had brought with him.

The date went as they normally do, you sat and talked for hours just enjoying eachothers company for the few hours that you could spend together. After you went your separate way the anxiety began to set in. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he thinks it’s weird? He’s your boyfriend, why are you sneaking love letters like a schoolgirl with a crush?

Your thoughts circled for an hour, going round in your head like clothes in a washing machine until your phone rang through the soft music playing in the living room.

“Baby did you want me to cry? ‘Cause that poem you wrote has had me in tears since I got home.”

The breath you let out was one you didn’t even know you were holding.

“So you liked it?”

“Liked it?! I’m having it framed, I’m getting tattooed! I want to keep it with me forever. It's adorable!”

You can hear his smile through the phone and a similar one breaks out across your face.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe I’ll write you another one.”

“You better do. You’re an amazing writer and I love you.”

“I love you too Jae”.

Ending the call you head back to your room to find the piece you had written the night before. Reading it under your breath you understand why Jaehyun loves it so much. A postmodern style poem, although you’re pretty sure he didn’t notice that, that captured those bittersweet feelings that you had.

"I used to live in a dark tunnel

My eyes got used to it

And I felt safe sitting there

In the inky black

And then I met you

The light that you brought was blinding

When you smiled it was with a stream of colour

I never thought I’d see again

But I was never scared

Not of the changes,

Not of what would come

Because I had you

We sit and talk for hours

We dance in my living room

And we sing in your kitchen

And I welcome what is to come

Because I have you

I never thought that the tunnel would end

And if I could tell 18 year old me that it would

I don’t know if they'd believe me

But I suppose that’s because

They haven't met you"

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Boynextdoor :]

Park Sungho;

nothing yet

Lee Riwoo;

always a woman to me (f)

Myung Jaehyun;

light at the end of the tunnel (f)

Han Taesan;

nothing yet

Kim Leehan;

nothing yet

Kim Woonhak;

nothing yet

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3 months

GN!reader x Kim Seungmin

plot; Seungmin falls for a local barista not knowing that they fell first

genre; fluff

warnings; reader is described as wearing a dress and having tattoos. Heavily implies that the reader has seasonal depression

word count; 2.6k

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

proofread; by me

masterlist is here

There was no worse pain than the sharp winter wind. It cut across your thighs like knives and left every part of exposed skin feeling frostbitten. That’s without mentioning the rain that fell constantly; not a day would go by without drops of ice water melting into your skin and leaving your hands red.

In between the rain and the cold, it was also dark. The sun already set as you were on your way to work, forcing the streets to be lit only by fluorescent streetlights. It was an ugly scene. The cold, dark streets held no laughter despite being filled with smiling people only three months before.

Three months can be a long time but when you’re in the monotonous routine of, class, work, home, repeat, the days begin to bleed together meaning that the high of summer feels like yesterday and the darkness of winter seems never ending. 

When you were living at home three months felt like forever. It was 90 days of family dinners, laughter, and chaos. Now you’re on your own? It was 90 days of dark and quiet. 90 days of no sleep, of stressing about deadlines, of dealing with things you never thought you’d have to. It’s odd how 90 days could mean so much, feel like so much time, but now it’s just gone in what feels more like 90 seconds.

Work was not much better; being a barista was exhausting. Always having to smile, having to deal with people who barely see you as a person, it was enough to drive anyone insane, but you had to pay the bills, so here you were clocking in for your 7th shift in 8 days. You had been put on the close shift, so hopefully it would go quickly, and you’d be able to put some music on and focus on getting the tasks done. 

The tables were cleaned, chairs were stacked, and it looked like you’d be able to lock the doors as soon as the clock hit seven. That was until four boys came through the door. They looked like nice people but that wasn’t enough to stop the annoyance from rising as they had come in at 6:52 pm. Eight minutes, that was all, a tiny blip in the 129,600 minutes that had melted together over the past few months. 

One of the boys looks around and his face just drops.

“Are you closed? We are so sorry if you are!”

You look around, tempted to say yes, to get them to go so you’ll be able to leave early, but all of them look so awful about the possibility of being an inconvenience.

“You got here just in time. We close at 7.” 

It was definite that the customer service smile didn’t hide your annoyance, but it was a good enough attempt.

“Thank you! We’ll make it quick.” The taller one replied.

And they did make it quick. Ordering four drinks, paying with one card to save time, leaving as soon as they got their drinks. They were the perfect late-night customers; you couldn’t complain about the interaction at all. Did it take you a little longer to close? Well, yes, but that was mainly the coffee machine so you could just go on your phone.

After that night, those four boys became regulars, sometimes they would bring other people but there would always be at least one of them there to say hello. You didn’t really give it much thought but after a couple weeks you realised that the feeling of impending dread had lessened. The wind was still as bitter, and the cold was still cutting but the feeling you got when you saw them was like the one that the sun brought in the spring.

You had realised what they had come to mean to you, as much as almost strangers can mean to someone, because you had learnt their names. It was never really a priority for you to learn customer names, you could recognise regulars from their faces, and you would only remember other people if they were rude. This was only a job, you didn’t see any point in putting in that much extra effort, but these boys felt different.

There was Hyunjin, he’s the tall one, very nice but can be incredibly chaotic. Dances everywhere he goes to the point you think he might try and get you to do a Tik Tok with him next time they come in late.

Then there's Felix. He has these adorable freckles and the brightest damn smile you’ve ever seen. He only laughed when you tried to do an Australian accent after you heard his so he might be too nice for his own good.

Next is Han. His name is actually Jisung, but you have never heard any of the main four call him that. You only know what his name is because he came in with some other people, who were equally as nice. He is just as chaotic as Hyunjin, but Jisung is just worse at hiding it while in public.

The final one of the four was harder to pin down. He was cute, nice, and the perfect customer but he never really joined in when the other three were messing around. You knew that they were all the same age but that was about it. He was the cutest by far and you’re not afraid to admit that you had a bit of a crush on the mystery man. 

From what you’ve learnt his name is Seungmin and he’s a singer. That's about it. The other boys have called him ‘puppy’ but that's just confusing, so you let that one go. Ironically it's the one that you want to know the most that you know the least about.

The boy continued to be a mystery as winter turned to spring. Flowers bloomed and the sun shone bright, but you knew next to nothing about Seungmin. 

Your mom would say the change in seasons brought change in the times, it sounded like superstition or star signs, but it gave you hope that as the days grew longer your relationship with him would grow stronger.

That said the warmer weather did bring a warmer attitude, you were happier and that could be seen through the way you treated others with kindness no matter how they first approached the conversation. You complimented little girls in summer dresses, made small talk with other tired students, and even chose to take the high road against a few particularly difficult customers. It was a complete 180 from how you had been for the past few months, but it was a welcome change.

This made someone look at you in a different way. The boy had never really thought of you in more than a friendly way but seeing you smile, and watching as you took the everyday into your stride, well he started to reconsider your place in his life.

Seungmin was happy on his own. He never really bothered with relationships, instead he watched the ones around him. He saw how Hyunjin was able to get any girl he wanted but chose not to take things too far, how Jisung could make anyone laugh just by being himself, and how Felix could make someone's heart flutter by smiling. It made him slightly sick watching girls fawn over his best friends, but it was just part of life.

That's not to say Seungmin couldn’t get girls, if he tried to he definitely could, he just didn't want to. There was no reason for him to go on dates and try to find ‘the one’ when he had so much life left to live. 

But there was something about the way your eyes sparkled when your coworkers made you laugh, how you excitedly showed how your dress has pockets every time someone gives you a compliment; there was something comforting in how happiness just seemed to pour from every part of you. 

He remembered when you had first met, that late night where the boys had spent far too long practising for a competition, desperately needing coffee. You had looked so done, ready to curl up into a ball and sleep for eternity, but you still let them order even though you closed in eight minutes. It was that night Seungmin knew that you were a good person, but he was not prepared for the way you would make him feel just a few months later.

Smiling when he saw that you were, laughing at the jokes you made, wishing he could talk to you more, he knew what this all meant. In spite of him being fine alone, Seungmin wanted to be with you. He wanted to hear you sing from the kitchen on a Saturday morning, he wanted to see you in his clothes, he just wanted to be yours and for you to be his.

It had been three months since the sun began to shine again. There were still days where the wind cut into your soul, but it was healed by the bright blue of the sky. The rain fell but it was a welcome coolness against the heat that beat down; the days had gotten brighter and longer, and you could feel the darkness leaving. You were living in light, and it made you shine even brighter than the sun.

You had grown closer to the boys you would now class as friends. You found out that they were all dancers, that Felix was bilingual and was teaching the others, and that Seungmin was single. That last piece of information was the most interesting and your reaction brought out some teasing from Jisung and Hyunjin.

“Someone’s gone shy. Does someone have a thing for little Seungmin?” 

Of course it was Jisung who had to bring it up first.

Trying to keep your cool and not make a complete idiot out of yourself at work you keep your hands busy making their drinks before you reply.

“And what if I do? Would it really be that bad?”

The boys were slightly stunned, not really expecting you to admit to having feelings for their friend. For two very chatty people they were left speechless; do they try to set you two up? Or is that just meddling? Do they push him to make a move? Or would that just drive him away? There was so much that they could do but they weren’t sure that any of it would be a good move to actually get you guys together.

“No. I think you guys would be a good couple. You’d balance out his grumpy pretty nicely.” 

“Seungmin’s not grumpy he’s just an introvert Jisung, not everyone can be friendly all the time.”

By this point you had finished their drinks and knew that this conversation was coming to a close.

“I think I know you guys pretty well by now and that if you’ve decided to meddle then there's not much I can do about that. Just, don’t make me look like an idiot, whatever you guys decide to do.”

The boys took their drinks and shared a look,

“Don’t worry no matter what we do we’ll look like idiots. Well, Jisung will at least.”

“I would be offended but that’s just true. I can’t really disagree with that.”

After that day Seungmin seemed to always be with them and even introduced you to the other members of his dance team. Chan, Minho and Changbin were so sweet you didn’t know how they dealt with the younger four that you had met before. When you met Jeongin you began to see why. It’s as if the younger five took all of the chaotic energy that eight boys would create. It was a weird dynamic but seeing the difference in the way they acted made you laugh every time more than one of them came in.

They were all so nice, and cute, but it was Seungmin who had your full attention every time he came to the shop. When you heard the door open and saw his face you knew that your shift was going to be a good one because he was there, even if it was just for fifteen minutes.

It was when summer reached its peak that you began to get closer. You would talk about whatever came to your mind; he asked you about your tattoos and you’d ask about why he chose that hair colour. It was a nice routine that you had made.

That was until one hot June day he went quiet and very shyly asked.

“So… are you dating anyone?”

You guys had never really talked about relationships, it was just not something that had come up over your friendship.

“Oh um, no. I’ve had a thing for someone for a while, but I don’t really know what to do about it.”

“Does this person know that you like them?”

It was odd to hear that from the boy you liked but you weren’t sure if you should give anything away, so you tried to stay calm

“Well, some of his friends know but I don’t think they’ve told him anything. At least I hope they haven’t.”

He stayed quiet for a while; it looked like he was taking a moment to think things over. It was a nerve wracking 30 seconds.

“Why don’t you tell him? What's the worst that could happen?”

“You really think I should tell him I like him?”

He smiled at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat. His smile was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I think you never know what could happen. Take a chance and see what comes.”

Looking in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t lying. He just wanted you to take a chance, to see what would happen if you threw caution to the wind.

“Alright then. I like you. Like a lot. I have pretty much since you came in that night.”

All he did was smile. He stayed quiet but there was no pity or sympathy in his eyes, he looked happy. After a minute he got up, still smiling, and asked for your number.

“Why?”

“So that we can organise a time to go out. On a date.”

“Oh, okay then yeah!”

After that day you and Seungmin’s relationship flourished.

You officially began dating in September, just as the leaves turned orange and the wind began to chill. So as autumn turned to winter you didn’t feel the cold the same way you did the first time you met your now boyfriend.

The wind was still sharp, the rain still cold, but when you went home you knew that Seungmin would be waiting for you. The boy could make the coldest weather warmer, his hands warmed yours and his hoodies kept you comfortable wherever you went. The boy you had met in the darkest three months you had ever experienced was able to change your life. 

The next time it felt like there was no hope he was there to remind you that there is. He made your flat feel like home, and the days that were once silent were loud with laughter and music. He warmed your soul in the coldest time of the year. 

You never thought that a barista job would mean you’d meet your soulmate but it’s odd how life can change in just a short amount of time. Three months can feel like forever, but with Seungmin by your side three months disappears in a blink of an eye.

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first time

GN!reader x Haku Shota (Soul)

song; first time - Hozier

plot; a young couple talks about whether it would be worth trying again to make a relationship work

genre; angst

warning; none - let me know if I've missed any

word count; 1.4K

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

proofread; by the wonderful @gyumibear go check them out they've been a lot of help!!

a/n; I'm thinking of doing some stuff inspired by songs and this was kind of a test run :)

masterlist is here

“Do you think that this could have worked? You and me?”

It was a risky question, but one you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for weeks. It was eating you up inside, and if you didn’t ask it now, you probably never would. The silence that followed filled the air around the both of you and it was deafening.

“I don’t know. I mean, we tried. We tried twice, and Keeho always says 'third times the charm'. So maybe we would, maybe we wouldn’t.”

This was your ex-boyfriend, but your first love. This was the boy you had loved with all your heart, the boy you had watched grow into who he is now, the boy you had always supported with everything you could give.

“One of my mates tells me about this philosophical idea she read about. She thinks it’s just to make people have hope that things could have turned out differently. It’s the idea that there are different versions of people in different universes. ”

He smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He just let you keep talking and listened to you, like he always had, whether you were together or not.

“Which means that in one universe there's a version of us that never met, in another you were always my best friend but nothing more, and in some far off universe it worked out the first time. We never had to wonder if it would work because we… we knew we’d be together forever.”

“So we’re in the one where we tried, but it never happened.”

“Pretty much, yeah. That sucks, doesn’t it. Out of all the universes to be in, we got this one.”

He took a second to think about it. The idea of alternate universes was a lot to take in, especially when it was randomly presented to you late on a Wednesday night.

“What do you think we’re like in that last universe, the one where we never broke up? Do you think we call each other every night and put our beds together in Minecraft?”

You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking or not, but that was typical of him, always trying to make you laugh, even in the middle of a semi-serious conversation. Once he told you that he did that because he thought your smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and deep down you still hoped that was the case.

“I like to imagine that we’re planning our future. I’m stressed about university applications and you're telling me to relax, that I’ll be fine. We’re also bickering over what colour the rug should be in the living room because you think it's the perfect shade, but I am convinced that it’s too dark for the colour palette we chose.”

“If we would bicker over anything, it would be over what mugs we have on the side and which ones go in the cupboard. You want the ones we use everyday to be on display and I think that glass ones would go better with the decor."

You could picture that argument, and try as hard as you might that one did make you laugh.

“That's the only right answer! It’s not only practical, but a house isn’t a home unless you add some personality to it, and what better way to do that than with mugs!”

“I guess one thing that doesn’t change between that universe and this one is that I know you better than you know yourself.”

The wind was not the only thing that sent a shiver down your spine. It was the fact that he was right, this boy could read you like a book, you didn’t have to say anything for him to know that you were upset, or happy, or stressed, just anything. He always knew exactly what to say or do, and although you used to love that about him, now it just leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

“It's way too cold for us to be out this late.” He stood up and held out a hand to help you up. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do we have to go just yet?”

This night felt perfect. It was like a bubble had formed over the two of you, blocking out any fear and anxiety, but you knew that the moment you walked through your front door, you’d have to deal with all of it.

“You hate the cold. I’m honestly surprised you’ve lasted this long without complaining.”

You just looked up at him silently pleading for him to say no. For him to sit next to you again.

“We can walk slowly, but it’s late, it’s dark and it’s cold, so I’m walking you home whether you like it or not. And I’m not taking no for an answer, so..."

This was a situation you’ve been in before. He's not going to give in. You wouldn’t either if it was the other way around, so you take a deep breath and take his hand. The feeling sends a sense of nostalgia and hope deep into your soul. There's something about holding his hand that just feels right, like it was made to fit in yours.

The walk starts off in silence, the previous conversation soaking in like winter rain into a jumper. It was comfortable but as you got closer to your house and the seconds began to tick away, there was so much that you had to say, but so little time.

Passing the bench where you spent plenty of late nights when you first started dating you just let it out. All the things you'd been meaning to say over the last few years came out all at once.

“I did love you, you know. Sometimes it's hard for me to realise that I love people because in some ways it just comes so naturally. I know I love my family and my friends, because I mean that's a given, but when it comes to like, romantic love, that's a bit harder to realise. I don’t think I truly realised I loved you until I knew it would never be the same again. You’d never put your arm around me while we talk to our friends, you'd never pick me up for late night snack runs, or send me stupid pictures when I’m having a bad day, and I really, really miss that. I miss you.”

“You love me?”

“I did.”

“Do you still love me?”

“I think a part of me always will. You were my first love. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you completely.”

“You were my first love too.”

You had reached your front door. The night was over. You had said everything you wanted to say, so nothing should really stop you back from going inside. You weren’t together, in theory you owed him nothing.

In reality, this boy was the first one to hold your heart in his hands and try his hardest not to let it break. He was your first love and it felt impossible to leave him. His hand in yours warmed your heart more than any blanket ever could. It just felt right to be with him, but you had to leave. This doesn’t work and as painful as it is, you just have to admit it. It would be for the best if you could find the strength to turn away.

Instead, you just look at him, admiring how his eyes shine like the stars, how he’s so young but already has laugh lines, and he doesn’t care because it means he’s lived a happy life. He was perfect, and the fact that it wasn’t meant to be broke your heart into smaller and smaller pieces every time you thought about it.

He was the one who broke the silence first.

“Can I kiss you? One last time to say goodbye?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

Breaking apart neither of you really knew what to say. You were both so different from the people you were when you first met, but the moment after you broke away it was as if nothing had changed. You were back to being those nervous kids again, whose cheeks got warm every time you held hands because it was all so new.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Shota.”

[whatsa-bi-as]

people watching

stranger!Minho x stranger!reader

plot; while you feel cursed in love the pretty boy at the Christmas market can't stop looking at you

genre; mainly fluff with a bit of angst (reader feels lonely), meet cute situation

warnings; slight self deprecating language from the readers perspective (let me know if I missed any)

word count; 0.6k

proof read; this one has been checked over by the wonderful @kyrjnie so check her out <3

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

masterlist is here

You were feeling pretty unlucky in love. Talking stages never got anywhere, all your friends were in relationships, and now as it was getting closer to Christmas it seemed that everyone had someone to spend the holidays with. The feeling of loneliness circulated an uncomfortable heat throughout your chest; a feeling you couldn’t seem to shake no matter how bitter the wind was outside.

Your friends had dragged you to the local Christmas market and while they all had someone to warm their hands, all you had was your cup of hot chocolate. The drink was far too sweet and gave you the same sickly feeling that you got when watching all the happy couples pass..

People watching used to be your favourite way to spend time; making up stories about those walking past, people you will more than likely never see again, feeling like you understood them even if it was just for a brief moment.

It was when you were sitting on that bench that you first saw him. He was surrounded by people, throwing his head back as he laughed, a halo of light surrounding him from the fairy lights circling the stalls. He was gorgeous. The kind of person that you would write poetry about even if you knew that nothing would do their beauty justice. 

You had no clue who he was. No idea of a name, of an age, of his interests, his likes, or dislikes, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was the closest thing to comfort in a human. He looked like the type of person that you had been wishing for. 

You decided that this night was a waste. You had lost your friends and at this point you were just letting the empty feeling win. Getting your bag from your side, a figure appeared in front of you. It was the boy with a halo in his hair. If he looked gorgeous before then he was something heavenly up close. Eyes full of stars, a smile as sweet as sugar, he looked like an oil painting come to life.

Then he began to talk, and his voice simply filled you with a sense of calm, a sense of belonging and understanding.

“Hi, are you with anyone tonight?”

It took you a second to answer, not fully believing that someone like him would want to talk to you. 

“I mean I was, but I think they’ve just gone to do their own thing.”

The look he gave you was one full of sympathy, not pity like you expected.

“Well, that’s not fair. This is the place to be with people, not on your own.”

“I guess so,” you said through a genuine smile “but I’d rather be on my own than being the third wheel for three couples at once.”

He smiled back and seeing that sight up close it was something you wanted to burn into your eyelids.

“I can relate to that. Luckily, my group has no couples if you want to come hang out. And if you don’t then maybe we could go do something? Just us?”

The feeling that those words created is something you could never describe. It was like the broken parts of you were being pulled together, not fully whole but one step closer to being complete. The darkness began to crack as the twinkling lights surrounding you were illuminating your heart. One day he would know that this was the moment where you felt like you finally had a chance at moving forward; that this was the moment where those thoughts of being unlovable washed away like chalk in the rain.

 But right now all you could say was;

“That would be wonderful, but I would like to know your name before any of that.”

The laugh that he let out was something that you would never forget.

“Right, I completely forgot! My name's Minho. What’s yours?”

This would be the start of a relationship that you both could only dream of, but that could only happen with that first night of easy conversation and a fresh cup of hot chocolate.

[whatsa-bi-as]

forever kiss

GN!reader x BFF!Park Jisung

Genre; fluff, best friends to lovers to be more specific

warnings; swear words, Jisung is implied to be taller than the reader. Let me know if i've missed any :)

word count; 0.8k

networks; @kflixnet and @k-labels

A/N; proofread by the lovely @hyuukais they made me giggle so definitely go check them out

masterlist is here if you want to read on :)

It was no secret that you had fallen for your best friend. It was painfully obvious to everyone around you apart from your oblivious best friend.

Now, Jisung isn’t stupid by any means but it would have to be a cold day in hell if he was to be even the least bit observant. No matter what you said, how much touchier you’d become, he was completely blind to any subtle advances that you made.

Despite how close you and Jisung were, you thought that a new perspective would help. When releasing your frustrations to Chenle, all the boy could do was laugh. 

“Look, I love him but Jisung is stupid when it comes to anything about relationships. You could make out with him and he still wouldn’t realise that you liked him.”

It was a truth that you had known but refused to admit to yourself. Jisung wasn’t new to the idea of relationships by any means; he’s had girlfriends and talking stages, but it always took the other person to make the first move. You never really understood why. He was funny and drop dead gorgeous, so why he couldn’t make the first move was something that completely baffled you. 

It was a week after that conversation with Chenle when you decided to throw caution to the wind and just make a move that would leave no doubt that you had a fat crush on the boy. The regular routine was taking place, you had cooked, he was washing up. You were sitting on the counter filling him in on the week's gossip as he had his hands soaked in soap and hot water. It was a comfortable routine, but you wanted more.

As he dried his hands you pulled him close so your head was against his back and your hands were wrapped around his waist. He leaned into it, lessening the height difference allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck rather than against his back. It was a moment that felt so intimate that it made your heart race. 

Taking the chance you just said fuck it and decided to voice the thoughts that had been racing through your mind for the past months. 

“Ji have you ever thought about us being something more? Cause like I do and I would really like the idea of us dating and holding hands and doing all that mushy stuff that couples do. And no matter what, when I think about doing that, you’re the only person I can picture doing it with.”

When he doesn’t respond you keep going. Feeling the need to fill the silence as you let your words sink in.

“I like you, like a whole lot. I feel so stupid sometimes because all I can think of is you. I think about what it would be like to kiss you, what it would be like to hold your hand as your partner not your friend, what dates would we go on. I think about it all and I might regret saying this but I don’t think I can hold it in anymore because I like you so much it’s like my heart hurts everytime i see you smile or do anything basically.”

The silence that follows your words is deafening. Fearing the worst you start to move away but he places his hands on yours keeping them around his waist.

“I like you a whole lot too. I mean I think of the same things everytime I see you wearing my hoodies or when I get home from practice and you’re sitting on the sofa ready to ask me about my day. I smile everytime you text me, god, I smile even when I just think about you. I guess what I mean to say is that the only thing I really think about is us being more than just friends. I’ve just always been too scared to say anything because I’d rather have you in my life as my friend than lose you because you didn’t feel the same.”

Turning around in your arms he looks you dead in the eyes.

“I would love to be more. I would love to take you out on dates and hold your hand and do all that mushy stuff that couples do. I like you so damn much I don’t really know how to put it into words.”

Not knowing how to respond, you just looked at him. The boy of your dreams had just told you that he felt the same about you. He liked you! And you’re sitting there silent? So you decided to keep going with what felt right.

“Ji, can I kiss you?”

“All you had to do was ask.” he replied.

Leaning down to capture his lips against yours it felt as though it was meant to be. His lips were soft and fit perfectly against yours, but, not wanting to start anything in the middle of the kitchen, you broke away.

Your foreheads pressed together, slightly out of breath, smiling so wide both of your faces began to hurt, you realised that the boy in front of you was yours. He was yours and you were his. Just you two together against the world. 

[whatsa-bi-as]

panic and pain

bf!Riki x partner!reader

plot; you go home early with a migraine and Riki starts to panic

genre; little bit of angst ending with fluff

warnings; mentions of medication, reader in pain (please let me know if i missed any)

word count; 0.6k

networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

Riki was worried, he knows that you’re old enough to look after yourself but you going home when you have a club after school? That’s just not like you at all.

You hadn’t answered any of his texts and the worry bubbling in his chest had turned to pure concern to the point where he felt like he wouldn’t be able to breath until he knows you’re okay. 

The path to your house was one that Riki was familiar with. Whether it was walking you home or just coming to see you, the turns were something that he could navigate in the pitch black. This time something felt off, he guessed it was the fact that you weren’t by his side; without you there filling him in on your day or telling him the latest gossip the path just felt lonely. 

Getting to your front door he couldn’t see your parents cars but he still knocked on the door, desperate to see you. The time it took you to answer the door felt like jelly, thick and cold, as your boyfriend stood there ready to raise hell to see if you were okay. So when you opened the door squinting at the sunlight streaming past the silhouette of your boyfriend he almost fell to his knees in relief. 

Pulling you into his chest he plants kisses across your hairline, thanking every deity he could think of that you were safe. Closing the door behind him he practically carried you up to your room not letting his grip loosen until he was at your bedside. 

Setting you down and falling into bed next to you he fully takes you in. You had gotten changed into one of his hoodies and some sleep shorts and even though you were the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on, Riki couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look so good.

“Come on sunshine, what's the matter? Why did you leave me all alone in that hell hole?”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile against his chest at the quite accurate description of your school.

“Got a migraine. Promise it’s nothing against you dumbass.” 

“Did you take anything for it? Paracetamol? Ibuprofen? Those headache tablets your mum gets?”

You got migraines a lot but you had never had to go home because of one before. The only thought running through Riki’s head was to try and help you and lessen your pain.

“Yeah, I took some paracetamol when I got home. Just need some sleep and I’ll be good for tomorrow.”

And with that reply Riki pulled you close and let you get comfy. He talked to you about anything he could think of. How Sunoo and Jungwon had tried to get him to settle a stupid argument and he ended up running away, how your literature teacher just gave up and let them watch a movie last period. Anything the boy could think of he talked about letting you fall asleep against his chest as you listened to his voice.

So you fell asleep with the boy you love already feeling better as you knew that you would always have him by your side. He would run to the end of the earth for you, he would take the stars from the sky if you asked for them but all you needed was this.

All you needed was to feel loved as you navigate another day because being a teenager can suck, being ill sucks, school, life, everything just sucks. That all melts away when you're in Riki’s arms, hearing his voice, seeing him smile. He just makes everything better even the most painful of migraines.

[whatsa-bi-as]

The tempest

Huang Renjun x gn!reader

Word count: 0.3k

Warnings; animal left in the rain

Plot; you grab Renjuns attention in the sweetest way possible

Networks; @kflixnet @k-labels

A/n; proof read by the wonderful @hwasdollie because I wrote this on my notes app 10 minutes before I began work like an idiot

Storms are magical things. The smell after, the perfect excuse to stay home all day they're simply perfect.

As Renjun opened his window to hear the splattering of the raindrops against the glass his eyes draw to the bright colour almost shining against the dull concrete of the path. Someone was brave enough to go out in this downpour but was stupid enough to only have an umbrella and not a jacket to wear underneath it.

To tell the truth the only reason you had taken a detour from the promised warmth of your apartment was the soft meows that were fighting against the sound of the rain. Sat on the path there was a stray tabby cat that you just had to go and save.

The cat immediately jumped into your arms snuggling into your chest to get some warmth after being stuck in the storms war path and you were helpless to do anything but pull her closer before you run inside rushing to get her safe.

In that moment Renjun felt this warmth spread through his chest and settle in his heart as he saw all this happen. And the warmth transformed into joy as he saw you run across the road and enter the front door that led into the boys apartment building.

That feeling of joy only doubled as he saw you get out of the lift with the bundle of fur still held to your chest. Your new pet recognising the man that has stopped to feed her more than once forcing you to meet.

Renjun loves storms because of the calm they throw over the world. The busy city slowing even just slightly as the heavens rain down. The best thing about this storm however is the fact that he got to meet you. The person who was bound to become his personal rainbow against the clouds of gray.

All because you heard a faint meow as you came home from work and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of luck. Summer storms really are perfect.

[soobnny]

meet odd — han jisung.

trope. acquaintances to lovers. college au. u live in the same apartment floor. fluff.

synopsis. you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

word count. 2.3k

warnings. mentions of sex (from the apartment neighbor), cursing

note. hello hello! another skz fic hihi send an ask if u wanna be added to my skz perma taglist :’) i hope u enjoy this silly little story

part 2

There are a lot of things you love about your apartment – the free water and electricity bill, how it's walking distance from your school, the really cold study lounge, and the cat that frequents your small balcony.

For its price, you really couldn’t ask for anything more. The cheap monthly pay goes perfectly with your very strict budget as a broke college student. So, truly, you couldn’t ask for anything more.

Actually, maybe you could.

Within all the great qualities your apartment has to offer, there lies one really, really big setback. The apartment right next to yours and your painfully thin walls. The amount of times it has fucked you up in the head after a long day of classes and exams are immeasurable.

Cue the soft banging of your head against your wall and the pillow around your ears to block out the noises, serene smiling as you greet her the next day as you walk out of the apartment together to head to your early morning classes.

The months before she moved, your apartment had been the safest haven to retreat to – where you could stare at the ceiling after a long day, finish your school work quietly before getting comfortable in your bed, and rewatch a show you’d seen a million times before sleeping to prepare for another battle in your university.

Now, your armor is faltering, and the number of hours of your sleep is decreasing gradually fast. Each night was just repetitive banging of her bed’s headboard against the wall between your apartment rooms and obnoxious moans.

You honestly wouldn’t have minded if they weren’t so fucking loud about it.

And if they didn’t go at it until the crack of dawn.

You hate to be told to be grateful. There’s a clear border for when you’re valid to feel frustration over your situation – when you’re allowed to be ungrateful for the downcast of your neighbor in your life.

Because of your predicament, you’ve found multiple alternatives to aid you in overcoming this temporary challenge. There’s a pair of noise canceling headphones on your nightstand that you begrudgingly used your savings up on to purchase, and you’d been a constant visitor in Seungmin’s dorms.

However, you can only go for so long before you start displaying lower back pains from Seungmin’s old and fucked up couch. His roommate, Jeongin, doesn’t help much either when he enjoys talking your ears off as he does anything but study for his classes.

This is what your new living situation is like. You live off Seungmin’s dying couch and the random stabs of pain on your lower back, your apartment neighbor having the time of her life, and the newly formed bags under your eyes.

You’ve definitely thought about marching up to her room and talking to her about it. But what the hell were you supposed to say? It isn’t exactly the easiest thing to confront people about their sex life.

That’s how you find yourself retreating from your apartment at the ass crack of dawn to sit at the main lounge for a bit, defeated with slumped shoulders and heavy eyes.

They can’t go on for much longer, right? You just had to wait at the main lounge for a few more minutes and you could go back to the comfort of your own bed.

“Good morning.” There’s laughter in the voice of the only other person lounging on the couches of your lobby, legs crossed with a tub of ice cream in his hands.

You recognize him as Han Jisung – the other apartment situated right next to your sex addict neighbor. You’ve only really seen him a few times, in the elevator, leaving for the gym as you come back from school, and you’ve only really shared a brief exchange of hi’s and hello’s. Seeing him in a hoodie and sweatpants with glasses on has your stomach doing a summersault.

He is so painfully handsome, jumping straight out of his hot-boy-with-humor trope.

As soon as your eyes meet, the two of you laugh so loudly and so hysterically. You just know. You know why he’s here at 2am with his tub of ice cream. He’s at the main lounge for the exact same reason you are, and something about that feels so humanizing and funny to you.

There’s a shared understanding in your crinkled eyes and cracked smiles and heavy panting from laughing too hard at your predicament. You don’t care that you look crazy with your messy hair from tossing and turning from your bed all night. Nothing looks or sounds crazy to Jisung.

He’s scooting over the couch to leave the space next to him for you, his hand dropping down to pat the spot so you can sit right next to him.

You’re quick to walk over and sit next to him, and he gives you a smile, fingers drumming over the arm of the sofa with his thigh pressed up against yours slightly that makes your heart beat erratically.

“Want some?” His round boba eyes look at yours as he nudges the tub of ice cream in front of you, twisting his body so he can face you better.

The scent of his cologne is holding you ransom.

None of this feels real, but you swear you can’t be making this shit up. You can’t be making up pretty Han Jisung with his slightly long and a bit disheveled hair and his puffed out cheeks as he chews on his ice cream.

Staring down at his offer, you go over your choices. Although, when someone offers up free ice cream at 2am when you need comfort the most, you don’t think there’s really a need to go over your invisible choices. There’s an obvious answer – the one you take as you grab a spoonful of his ice cream and stuff it in your mouth.

You close your eyes at the cold sensation, a smile creeping up on your face instantly. You’re the happiest you’ve been today already, in this moment, eating ice cream with the boy with worn out converse and the sweetest laugh.

“How have you been coping?”

Jisung knows exactly what you’re talking about, and he finds it hilarious how you’re labeling his response to your shared neighbor as ‘coping mechanisms’. His lips twitch up as he rolls his head back to rest on the cushions.

“You can only go so far with noise canceling headphones.”

“I know right!” Your face lights up as you take another spoonful of ice cream, nodding your head in agreement.

“I tried staying with a friend for a bit, but I’m tired of living off protein shakes and cuddling on the same bed. A double sized bed cannot fit me and Changbin.” He shivers as he recounts his experiences with the boy.

“Changbin as in Seo Changbin from the Music and Performing Arts department?”

“Yeah! Binnie! How do you know him?” Your question makes the smile on his face brighter.

“My friend Seungmin knows him. I’m definitely telling him you shaded his love for protein shakes and that you hate cuddling with him.”

“I don’t hate cuddling with him!” Jisung defends himself, shaking his head aggressively. “I would cuddle with him on a bigger bed.”

“Dude…” He laughs.

Something about how he has experienced the same struggles you have is a little haunting, but also comforting. To know you’re not the only one who has gone through the mockery of begging to stay at a friend’s or purchasing those stupid overpriced headphones.

“Wanna… uh, nevermind.”

“Hm?”

Jisung isn’t the most straightforward person in the world, but something about the way you’re looking at him with wide, curious eyes is intoxicating, and it gives him enough courage to continue talking.

Clearing his throat, he repeats. “Wanna go out for a bit?”

Han Jisung’s voice is very deep and very convincing at 2 in the morning.

“They’re not gonna be done soon?”

He studies your hopeful features and pats your shoulder in comfort. “I don’t wanna ruin your small ray of hope, but they were going at it until 4am last night.”

Grimacing, you drop your head in defeat. “If that’s the case, then let’s go.”

That’s how you find yourselves at a creepy, run-down convenience store near your apartment, purchasing more ice cream and looking through the stalls for anything to buy.

“Hey, Hannie!” You call out to him at the back of the store, and he comes padding over with a splash of giddiness in his heart at the nickname you give him.

His friends have called him that a million times, but it sounds different coming from you. It sounds so natural, like you were always meant to say it.

He bites down his lip to prevent himself from smiling further. His heart flutters at the possibility of you being a constant in his life. Hannie, Hannie, Hannie. It slips out of your mouth so easily that he wonders if the universe purposely gave you two that neighbor for this specific moment.

For him to meet you at the main lounge and invite you to the convenience store (and into his life in the process).

Is this what those stupid male leads feel like in those romantic comedies he binge watched with Changbin?

Jisung used to think it was absolutely ridiculous to meet someone and form an entire life with them in their head, but he finds himself doing the same in all his hypocrisy.

When he arrives to where you’re standing, he watches in amusement as you spend the next few minutes trying your hand at a run-down claw machine – desperately aiming for the pompompurin keychain.

First, you play with eyes of determination and careful movements, and then you’re smashing at the buttons in frustration.

Pretty, he thinks.

He can’t help but swoon at the sight of you with an oversized hoodie, smashing at the claw machine with your eyes half open and your lips pouted in defeat.

“Want me to try?”

You’re aware that claw machines were always faulty and deceiving, but you allow Jisung to try and win the keychain that’s probably cheaper to buy than the amount of money you’ve inserted in the coin slot to play the game.

With the plastic bag of ice cream and candy on his left hand, he uses his right hand to control the stick so he can angle the claw the way he needs it. Leaning forward, he focuses on getting the keychain you’ve been aiming for, pressing the red button after a few seconds of pushing it around.

His lips twitch in a smile when he sees the claw land exactly where he needs it to be, and he sneaks a glance at your anticipating face – heart speeding up at the sight.

“Oh my god. And you got the one I wanted?!” Jisung crouches down to grab the keychain from the prize slot before handing it to you and it immediately finds its home on the zipper of your wallet.

He has a proud smile on his face when he sees you hugging your wallet to your chest with a newfound happiness brightening your features. Even the convenience store lady is impressed at how he was able to get anything from that claw machine at all.

Maybe that’s what the graveyard shift does to you. It tires you out so much that you find someone winning at the claw machine game fun.

With an ice popsicle on your hand and your wallet with your new favorite keychain on the other, you and Jisung start to make your way back to your apartment. It was getting late, and they have to be done by now.

There’s a few moments of peace before you hear Jisung audibly trying to suppress his laughter. He’s trying not to giggle, and you know exactly why.

Your jaw drops, hitting him on his upper arm before sulking.

He doesn’t even need to tell you for you to know he’s laughing at your ice cream eating skills (your popsicle’s already melting and you’ve desperately been trying to finish it before it dissipates for the past few seconds).

There’s a taunting smile on his face as he apologizes. “I’m sorryyy.” He drawls the last syllable, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“You just look so cute.”

Something ricochets in your stomach the moment he says that, and you really hope he can’t hear your heart racing over his obnoxious giggling.

Jisung doesn’t know where he got the confidence to say that aloud. He’s also hoping the streetlights are dim enough for you not to notice the redness on the tip of his ears.

When you arrive, you immediately recognize the boy hurriedly rushing out of the apartment as your neighbor’s boyfriend. And when he speeds past the pair of you with a sheepish and shy smile on his face, you immediately make eye contact with Jisung.

Another fit of laughter breaks out.

And as you laugh and giggle over the poor boy’s obvious embarrassment, your eyes drift over towards Jisung, your newfound friend and how his eyes glint with genuine happiness and how he feels so comfortable to be with.

Similarly, Jisung finds himself mirroring your gaze. Somehow, he feels that starting today, things are definitely going to change between the two of you and the possible shift of your interactions into something more constant makes his heart flutter.

Before today, Han Jisung was just another boy who lived on the same floor as you, who you shared a few small pleasantries with. However, as the pair of you walk back to your rooms with your plastic bags of popsicle and candy wrappers and the hint of laughter still bubbling in your throats, you can tell that this moment right now with him feels like the beginning of something wonderful.

You hate to be told to be grateful, but in the stupidity of your own reflection, you are. For what – you’re starting to think it has something to do with the boy next to you.