warnings: not much honestly, pet names, just gentle soonyoung
word count: 1k
note: as you probably all can tell, i am a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope and honestly, Iâm not sorry. also this is named after the song 2 best friends by waterparks please listen you wonât be disappointed
over half the population is lucky to have someone they call their best friend. someone who they can rely on, someone who treats them kindly and fairly. someone who is always there for them.
luckily, you were one of those people.
since the young age of two, you and soonyoung have been glued to each other thanks to your parents being friends prior to the birth of you both. you guys took baths together, often slept in the same bed, and almost always cried when you two were apart.
upon entering preschool and kindergarten, your parents had to request putting you in the same class as soonyoung. not because they wanted you guys to be together, but because you two were in a different classroom for only a week and every single day soonyoung strolled into your classroom like he owned the place before plopping down next to you and refusing to leave.
there were no boundaries between you and soonyoung. absolutely none at all.
at age thirteen, soonyoung was the one who guided you through your first period. although you knew you were around the age when you were supposed to start, you definitely weren't expecting it to happen that day or at school. the moment you realized what the weird feeling in your pants meant, you automatically ran to soonyoung's classroom, somehow making up some excuse to get him out.
he knew something was wrong by your facial expressions and the moment he opened his mouth to speak, you were already in tears, trying to form the words to explain to him what was occurring.
it didn't take long for him to understand. soonyoung quickly took you to a bathroom he knew wasn't used very often before running up to the office and stealing a pad from the nurse's station while her back was turned. once he returned to you, he calmly explained everything that was happening and what you were supposed to do to make everything better.
little did he know, he was the one who made everything better.
at age fourteen, he was your first kiss. it was nothing too extreme. just a small kiss that lasted a mere four seconds, but it set your heart ablaze just the same.
once you both reached high school, you began to drift apart, not by choice. different classes just got in the way along with different friend groups, but you always tried to find time for kwon soonyoung.
you knew from that first kiss that you had feelings for him; however, you chose to keep quiet. what if he didn't like you back? what if you ruined the best friendship in your life?
so you just pushed the feelings away and hoped to god that maybe you would start liking someone else. sadly, that didn't happen and you had to witness soonyoung go through his first relationship.
he truly adored her and you could see that, but you couldn't help but wish that you were the one that made him happy.
the night she broke up with him, you held him while he cried.Â
you had relationships as well, but nothing that ever amounted to anything long term. maybe thatâs because you continued to love kwon soonyoung in silence.
well, until the night of june 4th.
you and soonyoung were in his bedroom, lying next to one another just enjoying each other's presence. his mother was out for the night, so it was just the two of you.
you weren't exactly sure how everything started. maybe it was soonyoung lazily stroking your hair or whispering soft words to you, but started something amazing.
the next thing you knew soonyoung was asking if you ever had sex. without even hesitating, you told him no. it was obvious that he had as a result of his previous relationship, but soonyoung would never admit that he took pride in the fact that no man had touched you yet.
"trust me, it feels good."
"i wouldn't know."
your lips would be mere inches apart when soonyoung whispered the words that shocked you to your core.
"then let me show you how good it feels."
his lips would meet yours in a soft kiss, his hands cupping your face. that's how it would start. with soft kisses along the face and neck until soonyoung took the opportunity to roll himself on top of you.
he would grin against your skin as he sucked lightly at the soft flesh on your neck, causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
minutes would pass (to you it only felt like seconds) before suddenly both of you were completely naked. all your clothes in a pile on the floor. Â
soonyoung would lean back to observe you. his eyes would linger over your entire body. your flushed cheeks and your fingers which were gripping onto the sheets made him feel a sense of pride because he hadn't even entered you yet, but you were already this much of a mess just because of his tongue.
he leaned down to press a small kiss close to your ear.
"hold on to me, love."
those would be the last words he would mumble to you before pushing in and causing a moan to leave your lips.
"youâre doing so well. come on, i want you to say my name."
as the night progressed on, soonyoung's bedroom was only filled with the sounds of grunts and groans. skin making contact with skin and an occasionally, a "oh, fuck" from his lips could be heard.
his teeth would sink into your shoulder the moment he released and before you knew it, it was over and soonyoung collapsed beside you.
both of you breathing heavily as soonyoung pulled you into his chest. the cool air the ceiling fan was creating, causing goosebumps to rise on your heated skin.
"fuck, i should have done that a long time ago."
you nuzzled your face against soonyoung's neck as he grip tightened on you. "you were right.â
soonyoung could barely keep his eyes open as he responded, his voice low. âabout what?â
note: iâve been thinking about jihoon nonstop for days now, so i guess this is the product of that lmao, but haha heart vs. head (get itđ)
jihoon was a perfectionist and absolutely everyone around him knew that. some days he was less uptight and more than willing to give the rest of the seventeen members grace during recording sessions. other days, it was like everything being done was not how he liked it.
today was one of those days.
you watched jihoon as his hands tightened around the lip of the desk in his studio, his knuckles turning white, the veins in his arms being more prominent. minghao was currently in the process of recording his parts of seventeenâs tenth anniversary comeback within the booth, the rest of the performance team surrounded jihoon in his producer chair as you were lounging on the couch your boyfriend kept specifically for you in the limited space.
to your ears, minghao sounded fine, but based on the tension in jihoonâs entire body, it wasnât what he envisioned. you couldnât say you were surprised. soonyoung recorded before minghao and jihoon made him re-record at least ten times before he was satisfied with the finished product.
the song came to an end as jihoon slipped off his headphones. it felt as if everyone on the room was holding their breath, waiting for the backbone of seventeen to crush their hopes and dreams.
instead, the boy sighed, running a hand over his freshly buzzed hair. âokay, everybody go get dinner, go home, just do something other than be here.â
the boys didnât need to be told twice. they didnât even hesitate as they fled out of jihoonâs studio like they were being chased, chan sending you a look of concern on the way out.
you moved to the edge of the couch, a soft smile on your face as you surveyed the love of your life. âbabe, youâre being too critical on yourself. youâre doing great.â
jihoon turned his chair toward you, a frustrated sigh leaving his lungs. âi just needed a break.â
moving to your feet, you positioned yourself between jihoonâs legs, wrapping your arms around the boy and resting your cheek against the top of his head. âwhat can i do to help?â
jihoon let out a breathy laugh, grabbing your hips, causing you to step back and look down at him. âi have a couple of ideas.â
at his stare, you could feel your body temperature rise. âbabe, weâre in your studio. what if one of the boys comes back?" you reasoned, "i donât think we want to scar them for life.â
"donât worry about them," jihoon replied, voice firm. âjust get on your knees and suck my cock.â
the boyâs words instantly sent heat to your core. with seventeenâs anniversary coming up and your boyfriendâs pending military enlistment (which you did not want to think about), it had been rare that you guys have had time for a moment to think let alone please each other. and you knew jihoon well. you knew that when he got frustrated or upset, he needed some kind of release. the bulge in his shorts did look uncomfortably tight, you had to admit.
your voice was faint as you spoke as blood roared in your ears at the thought of what was to come. "fine, but if the boys come back, you canât blame me.â
"trust me, babe, anyone would love to see such a beautiful sight on their knees for me.â
upon his final remark, he moved his arms up to grip onto his headrest, granting you better access to him. you slowly lowered yourself on your knees, resting your hands against his thighs as you got comfortable.
slowly, you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them along with his boxers down just enough for you to pull his throbbing cock out from its constraints, a sigh of relief emitting from your boyfriend who's eyes were trained on you, full of hunger, but you could see all the love he held for you as well.
god, you were going to miss him when heâs gone.
shaking those horrid thoughts away, you teasingly began to pump your hand up and down, relishing in the sounds that slipped past jihoonâs lips with every stroke. you bent your head down a little further, swiping your tongue across his tip just enough for his breath to hitch in his chest and his fingers to curl ever so tighter into his leather headrest.
you took a little bit more of him into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing out, tongue swirling. you began to bob your head up and down, taking in more of him each time, until finally, you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat. jihoon groaned loudly, his hands moving from his headrest to tighten and pull at your hair, helping guide your movements, causing you to move a bit faster.
"your mouth feels so good, love, youâre doing well. god, i needed this,â he grunted.
you hummed around him, one of your hands finding its way to the rest of his cock that you couldn't fit into your mouth, simultaneously pumping up and down while still lightly sucking around him. pleasuring jihoon was one of your favorite things to do. everything he did in life, in music, were for the benefit of other people, but when he was with you, thatâs why he got to take and receive everything he wanted. you were able to make him feel loved and cared for in a way that no one else could.
a breathy grunt came out of jihoonâs lips as your tongue swirled his head, his teeth sinking into his lip so hard to the point where he might draw blood if not careful. it was easy to tell that he was trying to hold back, make this moment last as long as possible.
"i'm so close," he panted, a sheen of sweat glistening against his forehead.
with a few more strokes of your hand and swirls of your tongue, he was coming undone in a matter of seconds, to which you swallowed every last drop as you didnât want to cause a mess in his pristine studio. you pulled away from him, lips swollen and pink from the actions you'd just done and your hair a mess from jihoonâs fingers tangled in it.
he glanced over at you, a groan escaping his lips at the sight, "my god, you look stunning."
you could feel your cheeks heating up at his remark, surely the shade of a fire engine. jihoon had a hold of you within seconds, knocking you back onto the couch and immediately pinning you under him.
his hand was immediately between your thighs, his fingers causing flames to lick up and down your skin and eliciting a surprised gasp from you.
note: letâs just pretend this isnât based on a personal thing that happened to me lmao
2:32am
many people view wonwoo as quiet - someone who wouldnât really speak without being spoken to first. normally, you could find him in a corner with a book during large gatherings, glasses on and his eyes glued to the page. that was the public wonwoo. the wonwoo that everyone was familiar with.
but you werenât everyone.
you were the love of wonwooâs life and when he was in private, he was a whole different man. beast, if you will.
when you first met him, you would have laughed in anyoneâs face who told you that he lived for overstimulation. there was no way that you sweet and quiet wonwoo could be that brutal.
you found out quickly how wrong you were.
wonwoo saw it as a competition.
oh, you came twice last time, time to make it five.
which is exactly how you ended up sensitive and shaking, almost begging him to stop. he just grinned, his hair falling over his forehead, as his lips grazed whispered your ear, âjust one more time. i know you got one more for me, baby.â
note: iâve been thinking about jihoon nonstop for days now, so i guess this is the product of that lmao, but haha heart vs. head (get itđ)
jihoon was a perfectionist and absolutely everyone around him knew that. some days he was less uptight and more than willing to give the rest of the seventeen members grace during recording sessions. other days, it was like everything being done was not how he liked it.
today was one of those days.
you watched jihoon as his hands tightened around the lip of the desk in his studio, his knuckles turning white, the veins in his arms being more prominent. minghao was currently in the process of recording his parts of seventeenâs tenth anniversary comeback within the booth, the rest of the performance team surrounded jihoon in his producer chair as you were lounging on the couch your boyfriend kept specifically for you in the limited space.
to your ears, minghao sounded fine, but based on the tension in jihoonâs entire body, it wasnât what he envisioned. you couldnât say you were surprised. soonyoung recorded before minghao and jihoon made him re-record at least ten times before he was satisfied with the finished product.
the song came to an end as jihoon slipped off his headphones. it felt as if everyone on the room was holding their breath, waiting for the backbone of seventeen to crush their hopes and dreams.
instead, the boy sighed, running a hand over his freshly buzzed hair. âokay, everybody go get dinner, go home, just do something other than be here.â
the boys didnât need to be told twice. they didnât even hesitate as they fled out of jihoonâs studio like they were being chased, chan sending you a look of concern on the way out.
you moved to the edge of the couch, a soft smile on your face as you surveyed the love of your life. âbabe, youâre being too critical on yourself. youâre doing great.â
jihoon turned his chair toward you, a frustrated sigh leaving his lungs. âi just needed a break.â
moving to your feet, you positioned yourself between jihoonâs legs, wrapping your arms around the boy and resting your cheek against the top of his head. âwhat can i do to help?â
jihoon let out a breathy laugh, grabbing your hips, causing you to step back and look down at him. âi have a couple of ideas.â
at his stare, you could feel your body temperature rise. âbabe, weâre in your studio. what if one of the boys comes back?" you reasoned, "i donât think we want to scar them for life.â
"donât worry about them," jihoon replied, voice firm. âjust get on your knees and suck my cock.â
the boyâs words instantly sent heat to your core. with seventeenâs anniversary coming up and your boyfriendâs pending military enlistment (which you did not want to think about), it had been rare that you guys have had time for a moment to think let alone please each other. and you knew jihoon well. you knew that when he got frustrated or upset, he needed some kind of release. the bulge in his shorts did look uncomfortably tight, you had to admit.
your voice was faint as you spoke as blood roared in your ears at the thought of what was to come. "fine, but if the boys come back, you canât blame me.â
"trust me, babe, anyone would love to see such a beautiful sight on their knees for me.â
upon his final remark, he moved his arms up to grip onto his headrest, granting you better access to him. you slowly lowered yourself on your knees, resting your hands against his thighs as you got comfortable.
slowly, you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them along with his boxers down just enough for you to pull his throbbing cock out from its constraints, a sigh of relief emitting from your boyfriend who's eyes were trained on you, full of hunger, but you could see all the love he held for you as well.
god, you were going to miss him when heâs gone.
shaking those horrid thoughts away, you teasingly began to pump your hand up and down, relishing in the sounds that slipped past jihoonâs lips with every stroke. you bent your head down a little further, swiping your tongue across his tip just enough for his breath to hitch in his chest and his fingers to curl ever so tighter into his leather headrest.
you took a little bit more of him into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing out, tongue swirling. you began to bob your head up and down, taking in more of him each time, until finally, you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat. jihoon groaned loudly, his hands moving from his headrest to tighten and pull at your hair, helping guide your movements, causing you to move a bit faster.
"your mouth feels so good, love, youâre doing well. god, i needed this,â he grunted.
you hummed around him, one of your hands finding its way to the rest of his cock that you couldn't fit into your mouth, simultaneously pumping up and down while still lightly sucking around him. pleasuring jihoon was one of your favorite things to do. everything he did in life, in music, were for the benefit of other people, but when he was with you, thatâs why he got to take and receive everything he wanted. you were able to make him feel loved and cared for in a way that no one else could.
a breathy grunt came out of jihoonâs lips as your tongue swirled his head, his teeth sinking into his lip so hard to the point where he might draw blood if not careful. it was easy to tell that he was trying to hold back, make this moment last as long as possible.
"i'm so close," he panted, a sheen of sweat glistening against his forehead.
with a few more strokes of your hand and swirls of your tongue, he was coming undone in a matter of seconds, to which you swallowed every last drop as you didnât want to cause a mess in his pristine studio. you pulled away from him, lips swollen and pink from the actions you'd just done and your hair a mess from jihoonâs fingers tangled in it.
he glanced over at you, a groan escaping his lips at the sight, "my god, you look stunning."
you could feel your cheeks heating up at his remark, surely the shade of a fire engine. jihoon had a hold of you within seconds, knocking you back onto the couch and immediately pinning you under him.
his hand was immediately between your thighs, his fingers causing flames to lick up and down your skin and eliciting a surprised gasp from you.
genre: college! seokmin, friends to lovers, matchmaking
seventeenâs majors and minors here
pairings: lee seokmin x gender neutral reader
warnings: none
word count: 8.3k
note: this is not proofread and iâm not exactly proud of the ending, but i love seokmin so hopefully that makes up for it lmao
when you and your best friend, hayoung, entered college the most exciting part of seemed to be the rooming situation. you were both excited about getting away from your families and living your own lives, but you each had a rule that the other one should respect.
your rule was very simple.
hayoung was to have absolutely no sex in the dorm, especially not in your bed. honestly, that wasnât hard for her to follow because she hadnât even had a true relationship. you were sure something had happened between her and her friend jooheon, but he never admitted anything to you and you never asked.
the rule hayoung had set for you seemed very easy for you to follow.
donât push me out of my comfort zone.
thatâs it. that was her only rule.
yet, here you were breaking it.
âiâm telling you that they like each other. anyone who has eyes can see it!â
you were currently in the theater helping plan out everything for the newest student production, which happened to be by jeon wonwoo who was majoring in directing and telecommunications. thatâs how he knew hayoung and which also explained why your best friend was glued to his side helping him figure out all the controls for the lightening and sound.
âseriously, just look at them!â
you turned your head at lee seokminâs words, your eyes traveling to take in wonwoo and hayoungâs figures. their heads were pressed closely together as they discussed what a certain control did. you had to admit that they would be cute together.
âbut isnât hayoung with that jooheon guy thatâs friends with jihoon?â jun asked. âiâve seen them hang out a lot.â
âtheyâre just really good friends. they havenât ever been together as a couple.â
seokmin and junâs heads turned toward you, surprise in their features as a result of you contributing to the conversation. normally, when it came to theater productions you often kept to yourself, choosing to do your job as stage manager and leave.
however, this was your roommate being discussed. she was your platonic soulmate. there was no way you were just going to stand by while two actors talked about a relationship involving hayoung; something that she had no experience with whatsoever.
âsee? y/nâs her roommate, which helps further prove my point that wonwoo and hayoung would make amazing babies.â
his words caused you to chuckle. âthatâs where you are wrong, seokmin. hayoung has a very strict bubble that she lives in. she will not strive out of her comfort zone on her own, so thereâs no way in the world those two will ever get together.â
seokmin seemed to ponder something before choosing his words to respond back. âwell, you know her better than anyone and iâm good friends with wonwoo. we can help them get together. we can give them that push.â
jun scoffed. âthis is definitely not going to end well.â
âjust because minghao doesnât love you doesnât mean you get to kill the power of love!â
at the beginning of freshman year, you swore hayoung that you wouldnât push him out of his comfort zone. however, if you didnât help seokmin, she could very well possibly be missing out on being with the love of her life.
you sighed. âfine, Iâll help you.â
the grin on seokminâs face grew as he threw his arm around you, excited that he finally had a partner in crime when it came to matchmaking. âwe need a name for our plan.â jun rolled his eyes, but the brown-haired boy continued. âoperation love scenario?â
âabsolutely not.â
âoperation love bomb?â
âsounds too violent.â
âoperation love shot it is.â
â˘â˘â˘
âseokmin, your dumb matchmaking plans always end up failing? you know this.â
the dark-haired boy looked at lee jihoon in disbelief. âwhat do you mean they always fail?â
âremember when you tried to set bang chan up with felix and they literally did not like each other, you just thought they did?â
âthat was one time!â
joshua cleared his throat, glancing up from the medical textbook he had positioned on his lap. âlove is an emotion that occurs naturally. no one is able to force two people to be in love, so in a way, you playing cupid is pointless.â
âyou arenât a doctor yet, so your opinion is also pointless.â seokmin threw an arm over your shoulder, which you have discovered was a gesture that he did with everyone. âhowever, this time is different. this time i have a partner in crime.â
a week had passed since you agreed to help lee seokmin set your best friend and jeon wonwoo up and you honestly wondering why you agreed in the first place. but there was no turning back now.
seokmin had already exchanged numbers with you and introduced you to his friends, joshua, jihoon, jun, and seungkwan. they were very easy to be around, but you did share the same fears as they did about operation love shot.
what if wonwoo and hayoung didnât like each other? what if you and seokmin were just misinterpreting everything? what would happen then?
âand since i am your partner in crime, do you care to tell me why you insisted that i came to the quad area with you and your friends when i could very well be in my dorm watching youtube?â
a grin made its way onto seokminâs face and the arm around your shoulder tightened. âwell, the first stage of operation love shot is happening tonight and your assistance is required.â
âwhatâs the first stage?â
seokmin shook his head. âthatâs for me to know and you to find out. i just need you and hayoung to meet me at this address tonight at eight.â
jihoon whistled as seokmin slipped a piece of paper into your hand. âthis definitely isnât going to end well if he wonât tell you what heâs planning.â
the gigantic grin never left seokminâs face. âwell, itâs too late for y/n to back out now!â
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it took a lot to convince hayoung to actually get dressed and accompany you to the address seokmin gave you, especially since she desperately wanted to know where you were taking her.
at the time, you didnât have an answer for her, but how bad could it be? it was seokmin after all.
however, it was worse than you could have ever imagined.
seokmin directed you to the universityâs most popular frat house.
and a party was in full swing.
you honestly didnât know what to do as you grabbed a hold of hayoungâs hand and pulling her toward the kitchen where there seemed to be less people. it was easy to tell that she didnât want to be here. she hated loud noises, crowds, and alcohol and this party had all three.
truthfully, you were going to deck seokmin the moment you found him for not making you aware of his plan. if you knew, you could have avoided the panic attack that your best friend was bound to have eventually.
the sound of loud laughter greeted your ears from the living room and you immediately recognized it as lee seokminâs.
you quickly grabbed a red solo cup from the table, filling it with water and giving it to hayoung. you tried to ignore how bad her hands were shaking. âokay, i promise we can leave soon, alright? i just need to talk to somebody real quick. just stay here and do not, by any means, sit your drink down.â
âo-okay,â hayoung choked out.
you gave her a small smile before diving back into the crowd and heading toward the living room. seokmin wasnât hard to find at all. he was the only one who was currently laughing his head off, but he stopped the moment he saw you.
ây/n, i knew you would come!â he cleared his throat, his eyes subtly darting to the boy next to him who looked severely uncomfortable. âwhereâs hayoung?â
wonwoo glanced up slightly from his feet at the mention of your best friendâs name, but quickly looked down once he realized that you were looking at him.
âsheâs in the kitchen.â you crossed your arms over your chest. âi think we need to talk about something.â
seokminâs grin faltered at your tone. he turned to wonwoo. âhey, you wanna go get us something to drink in the kitchen?â
the boy with glasses nodded, moving past you, leaving you and seokmin alone. well, as alone as you could get at a party. you immediately hurt him up side the head.
âow, what was that for?â
âdo you realize that you brought hayoung and i to a party? if i knew this was your first stage, i would have never brought her.â
seokmin looked at you in puzzlement. âitâs just a party, y/n.â
âno, itâs not, seokmin! hayoung gets panic attacks easily, especially around crowds, loud noises, and alcohol!â
the huge grin always on seokminâs face reappeared. âsee, thatâs exactly the point, my dear y/n! him and wonwoo hate parties for the same reason and they share a similar major, which means the moment wonwoo finds hayoung in the kitchen, they are going to bond. and boom stage one of love shot is complete!â
your eyes widened in disbelief. âyou are insane!â
âno, iâm a genius.â seokmin grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the kitchen. âiâll show you.â
once you both reached the doorway, seokmin released your hand. what you saw in the kitchen surprised you.
seokmin chuckled. âsee? what did i tell you?â
wonwoo and hayoung were sitting in the corner of the room, their heads bent low as they talked. you could see hayoungâs hands shaking and it was clear that wonwoo was trying to calm her down.
âwait until i tell jihoon and joshua that stage one was a success!â
that earned him another slap to the head.
âow, why are you such a violent person?â
âbecause youâre an idiot.â
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even though you didnât agree with the way seokmin planned stage one, you had to admit that it worked better than you had hoped.
wonwoo offered to drive your roommate back the dorms not even fifteen minutes after you had arrived at the party. you quickly reassured him that you would be seokminâs ride home while the happy virus beside you tried not to explode from happiness at the thought of his plan actually working.
it was clear a few days after the party that wonwoo and hayoung had bonded. instead of just discussing the lightening and the sound during the theater meetings, you often turned to see hayoung laughing at something the boy with glasses had said. you also learned that they had exchanged phone numbers after the party, but hayoung still insisted that they were barely friends.
which meant it was time for stage two.
âokay, so if we are going to get them together, we are going to have to actually get them together,â you told seokmin as you were positioned next to him on his bed. he was currently playing an intense game of fortnite, his eyes staying glued to his tv.
âhow are we supposed to do that?â seokmin asked as he violently punched the controls, trying to stay inside the safety circle where the toxic fog wouldnât reach him. âthe only reason my first idea was to get them together at a party was because i knew that both of shared a mutual hatred for crowds. like they literally share the same major. they have classes together, yet they arenât ever around one another unless absolutely necessary.â
you hit your pen against your notebook paper, lost in thought. you wanted to think of a way that you could get hayoung and wonwoo together without making either one uncomfortable.
âmaybe we can invite hayoung and wonwoo hang out with us, jihoon, joshua, vernon, and seungkwan?â
seokminâs eyes got wide and he immediately started shaking his head. âno, no, absolutely not. soonyoung has been hanging out with us recently and that boy cannot keep his mouth shut. the moment he saw wonwoo he would make a comment the sexual tension between him and hayoung and then we will all be in trouble.â
âyou do have a point.â
âdo they even have similar interests?â seokmin asked, his attention focused back on the game.
you sat your notebook down in front of you and sighed. âarenât you supposed to have all the answers? youâre the one that insists that you are close to wonwoo. arenât you supposed to know his hobbies?â
seokmin let out a yell as he got attacked, resulting in his death. âyou know what, i hate this game.â he threw the controller onto the floor before turning to face you. âliterally wonwoo is so absorbed in his studies that i donât even think he has hobbies.â
that set a lightblurb off into your head. âthatâs it! that can be stage two!â
seokmin gave a look of puzzlement. âstudying? you want studying to be a part of operation love shot? are you joking? iâm trying to do our friends a favor and get them laid, not get them smarter.â
that earned the dark-haired boy a smack on the back of his head. âwill you stop doing that?â
âi will when you quit being an idiot. however,â you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you began to explain your plan. âyou said that wonwoo is always extremely focused on his studies. well, so is hayoung, which means thatâs how we get them together. hayoung and i will plan a study date in the library and you and wonwoo can as well, but somehow something is magically going to come up for us two where we donât show up.â
seokminâs eyes lit up as he began to understand. âwhich means hayoung and wonwoo are going to be there studying alone and possibly for the same classes.â
you smiled. âbingo.â
the grin on seokminâs face widened. âyou know what? i am glad you agreed to do this with me. not just because you are awesome at planning, but because you are really easy to hang out with. i really enjoy being around you.â
his words caused your heart to miss a beat, but you truthfully didnât understand why. your cheeks were slightly red as you spoke. âi like being around you too.â
seokmin chuckled. âeven when i play fortnite?â
âyes, even when you play fortnite.â
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âwe did exactly what you suggested. tell me why itâs not working.â
seokminâs tone of voice made you want to hit him on the side of the head for the thousandth time, but you resisted the urge. you and the dark-haired boy had been positioned behind a bookcase for about twenty minutes just observing the subjects of operation love shot.
saying hayoung was pissed when you bailed on your planned study date was understatement. you were honestly surprised that she hadnât decided to lock herself in jooheonâs dorm to avoid you. she hated when somebody bailed on her, especially if that someone was you. however, you obviously couldnât tell her that you were trying to get her together with wonwoo and thatâs the reason why you cancelled.
at first, you didnât feel bad about hurting her feelings because you knew she wouldnât be lonely for long, but your plan was one hundred percent failing. wonwoo was seated all the way across the library from your best friend and you and seokmin honestly werenât even sure if they knew each other were both in the library.
hayoung had her headphones in while glancing through her science textbook while wonwoo just kept his head down as he worked on his calculus homework.
âwe need to do something,â you whispered, turning toward seokmin. ânothingâs happening. we have to make them interact somehow.â
seokmin seemed lost in thought for a second before a light blurb went off in his head. âi got idea, but you are going to have to help me.â
you raised your eyebrows. âwhat do you want me to do?â
âokay, so Iâll distract wonwoo and while i do that, you come up behind him and take his pen. if he doesnât have a pen that means he canât do his homework. heâll have to get up and ask hayoung for one.â
although seokmin often had no braincells, he did manage to come up with good plans.
before you could even agree to participate, the dark-haired boy was already making his way toward jeon wonwooâs table.
âhey, wonwoo, i have a question.â there was no surprise that seokminâs major was acting. âwhen is our next theater practice? I forgot to write it down, but i know the day involves around you and hayoungâs schedules. oh, by the way, speaking of hayoung, did you notice that she is sitting right over there?â
seokminâs eyes darted toward you and you took that as your cue to start moving. you were holding your breath as you delicately picked up wonwooâs pen, hoping to everything out there that he didnât hear you do so. luckily, he didnât and you hurried back to your place behind the bookcase.
âokay, thank you so much!â seokmin remarked once he noticed that you had succeeded with your part of the plan. âiâll see you tomorrow!â the smiling boy started walking back toward you, leaving a bewildered wonwoo in his wake.
ânow, we wait for him to realize that we just double crossed him,â the boy remarked as he crouched back down next to you.
luckily, that didnât take long and you couldnât help but laugh as wonwoo glanced around his workspace, searching for the pen that was currently in your hand. after a few moments, the boy with glasses released a sigh before pushing back his chair and slowly making his way toward hayoung.
the younger girl instantly looked up from her book, a big smile appearing on her face as she saw who was approaching her.
you and seokmin watched as wonwoo explained to the girl that he needed a pen. both of you were definitely surprised when wonwoo bent down and started helping hayoung with a question she had about her homework.
next thing you knew, wonwoo moved back over to his table to gather all of his things before returning to hayoung, sitting down next to her.
âi think our job here is done,â seokmin whispered to you. âtime to leave quickly as possible before we get caught.â
both of you quietly snuck out of the library, relieved sighs leaving your lungs as hayoung and wonwoo didnât notice your departure.
âi feel like we are finally getting somewhere,â seokmin told you as you walked side by side toward his dorm. âthey discovered that they struggle with the same class, so they could have study dates. you and i can drop hints about them working together.â
the thought of hayoung having a study buddy that wasnât you sent a pang through your heart. you wanted her to be happy if she did decide to get with wonwoo, but at the same time, you knew that in a way you would lose your best friend.
you werenât sure if you were ready for that.
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ever since the stage of operation love shot that occurred in the library, you and seokmin had barely had time to see each other because of gigantic tests and projects for both of you. of course, you saw him during theater practice, but you were just the stage manager. he was one of the main actors, which gave him limited time to actually speak to you.
both of you were missing one another although the thought was often just pushed in the back of your minds as a result of your busy schedules. however, today was different. you both had a free day and you were surprised when seokmin said that he wanted to spend it with you, but the world seemed to be against him.
he was forced to cover a co-workerâs shift last minute at the university daycare, but he wasnât willing to break the promise he made to you, so he got it cleared with his manager for you to come in and help out with the children.
honestly, you were a bit nervous. this was technically the first time you and seokmin were going to hang out and not discuss the topic of getting your two best friends laid. what if seokmin found you boring as a person? what were you supposed to do then?
the fact that you cared so much scared you as well. seokmin was just your friend; a friend that was created from a plan to get hayoung and wonwoo together, not out of interest in each other. why were you so concerned about losing the relationship you had with him?
you quickly shook your head, clearing the anxious thoughts from your head as you entered the daycare. the first thing that greeted you was the smiling face of a blonde boy. you recognized him from somewhere, but you didnât know where exactly.
âhi! iâm guessing you are here for seokmin,â he said, coming out from behind the reception desk. âhe told us that he was having someone help him for the day.â
you nodded, your palms starting to sweat. âyeah, iâm y/n.â
the boy smiled. âIâm boo seungkwan. iâve heard a lot about you from seokmin. he and i have known each other for awhile.â
the fact that seokmin actually talked about you to his friends made your heart warm and you were sure you were blushing.
âoriginally, seokmin was planning on showing you around, but heâs currently dealing with an especially fussy child right now. he wants me to show you around and heâll join us soon.â
seungkwan gestured for you to follow him down a hallway. he turned to look over his shoulder at you. âwhatâs your major?â
âi double major in music education and stage management.â
âoh, so thatâs how you know seokmin. youâre helping with wonwooâs theater production.â
you both fell into silence as the blonde boy showed you all the rooms, explaining that thereâs a daycare kitchen along with certain rooms given to each age group.
once you reached the final door to the left, seungkwan entered. âthis is the playroom for all the toddlers, so basically kids from ages two to four. this is where you and seokmin are pretty much going to be today.â
a smile made its way onto your face as you observed all the little kids. some were running around while others were just quietly playing with their own toys.
seungkwanâs smile seemed to get even wider as he studied the children along with you. you turned toward him, a curious expression on your face.
âwhatâs your major?â
âchild development,â he responded. âi love working with children of all ages, which is thankful because if i didnât, i would have to change my major and thatâs such a hard thing to do. i changed my minor and i never want to go through that again.â
you tilted your head to the side as you studied his facial features. âwhatâs your minor?â
it was as if on cue, seungkwanâs smile faltered, but he quickly recovered it. âmy minor is human sexuality studies. letâs just say itâs a quite an interesting topic for me.â
before you could respond, a door on the opposite side of the room opened, revealing a small child and seokmin. the child rushed out to join the others and the dark-haired boy made his way toward you.
âhey, y/n, you made it!â he grinned, pulling you against his body in a hug. âiâm so happy you did!â
as you tried to slow the rapid heartbeat in your chest, you also tried to ignore the knowing look seungkwan happened to have on his face.
as if he knew something you didnât.
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âso do you just watch the kids play until you get off of work?â you asked seokmin as you both were positioned at a small table in the corner of the room. various kids were running around while others were playing games amongst each other.
ânot usually,â seokmin replied. âeach worker gets assigned to a certain room each shift and iâm normally in the baby room.â he chuckled. âwhich means i change diapers and get puked on more often than not unless i have to calm him down from one of his fits.â
your eyes followed seokminâs to the little boy who he had to take care of earlier. he appeared to be in a better mood based on the fact that he was sharing his blocks with another child.
âwhy does he always ask for you? canât someone else calm him down, like seungkwan? he seems good with kids.â
seokmin grinned, a chuckle leaving his mouth. âdaehyun is my one of my best friendâs sons. iâve known seungcheol for a long time and i was there for him when daehyun was first born. because cheol is a single dad, although heâs trying his best, i think itâs caused daehyun to have temper issues. and donât me wrong, he loves seungkwan a lot, but itâs more in a teasing way. he likes making fun of him, so he isnât a good choice to calm him down when heâs having one of his fits. i am because heâs used to me.â he shrugged. âi guess i just know how to handle him.â
you opened your mouth to respond, but you were interrupted as one of the toddlers let out a scream before bursting into tears as she fell down. seokmin was up in a flash, pulling the young girl into arms and swaying back and forth.
âhush, itâs okay,â he whispered. âyouâre not hurt. falling down just scared you, didnât it? well, iâm here now. youâre safe.â
your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at his actions.
and thatâs when you truly realized that you were developing feelings for lee seokmin.
the feelings you experienced when he was around: the warm feeling in your chest, the happiness, the laughter. it wasnât just because you enjoyed his company. it was because you liked more than a friend.
that thought was terrifying to you.
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âagain, i would like to apologize for the fact that i had to work today. we could have went out and done something fun, but you had to watch me take care of screaming kids instead.â
you and seokmin were currently in the elevator, heading up to your dorm floor.
âi honestly didnât mind. some of those kids were really cute.â
seokmin smiled. âyeah, i love working with kids. so does seungkwan, but i honestly think he wishes that his minor could be his major.â
you raised your eyebrows. âhow come?â
âseungkwan picked human sexuality studies as his minor because heâs crushing hard on this psychology student. he picked the minor to help him figure himself out and it turned into something he really enjoyed.â
âso is he with this psychology student now?â
seokmin shook his head. âheâs never even talked to him. seungkwan just admires him from afar. itâs kinda creepy.â
the elevator beeped, signaling you were on your floor before the doors opened.
âmaybe seungkwan can be the subject of our next matchmaking plan,â the boy suggested.
you opened your mouth to respond, but seokmin grabbed a hold of your arm, making you stop in your tracks.
âquick! over there!â
you and seokmin rounded the corner at the end of your dorm hallway before timidly peeking around the corner. relief spread throughout your body when it became clear that wonwoo and hayoung hadnât noticed you two stepping off the elevator.
âwhat do you think theyâre doing?â seokmin whispered, his voice extremely close to your ear. it sent chills down your spine.
âit looks like theyâre just talking,â you replied.
âwell, how long do you think theyâre just going to take in the dorm hallway? itâs literally like nine at night.â
you scoffed at seokminâs words. he was the one that desperately wanted wonwoo and hayoung together, yet he was complaining about how late they were together. âlet them talk. itâs not like you have anywhere else to be.â
âi donât know if that was meant to be offensive or not.â
you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, your eyes widened as a soft âoh my god itâs happeningâ escaped seokminâs lips at the scene in front of both of your eyes.
hayoung didnât even see it coming when wonwoo leaned forward to attach his lips to hers. you could tell from here that the kiss was gentle and sweet; almost timid even. however, your best friend didnât seem to know what to do.
her back stayed completely straight and it was apparent that she had no idea what to do with her hands. they were clutching the jean material at her sides.
wonwoo pulled away after a few seconds. he muttered something to hayoung with a small smile before hurrying down the hall and toward the stairs.
you and seokmin only moved when hayoung entered your dorm room.
seokmin had a gigantic grin on his face when you turned to face him. âi told you operation love shot would be a success.â
you rolled your eyes. âi never doubted your plan. jihoon did.â
seokminâs eyes lit up. âoh my god, i have to call jihoon and rub it in his face that he was wrong.â
that earned a laugh from your lungs.
âiâm serious, y/n. if you donât hear from me tomorrow, ask jihoon what he did with his paintball gun.â
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after witnessing the kiss between wonwoo and hayoung, you expected to enter your dorm room to find your best friend in a state happiness. instead, she was in a state of anger and anxiety.
âhey, whatâs wrong?â
the girl flipped around to face you, tears streaming down her cheeks. âwhat was the one rule that i told you to never cross when i agreed to room with you?â
âdonât push you out of your comfort zone,â you replied instantly. âbut i still donât understand why youâre upset.â
hayoung wiped angrily at her cheeks. âI know. I know what you and seokmin have been doing. youâve been trying to get wonwoo and i together.â her words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. âi saw you guys in the hallway when your first stepped out of the elevator and suddenly all made complete sense. the reason why you dragged me to that stupid party, the reason why wonwoo moved over to my table in the library. it was all because of you guys.â she let out a scoff. âand to think, i actually thought wonwoo liked me.â
you attempted to step toward your best friend, but she quickly stepped back. âof course, wonwoo likes you, hayoung. why wouldnât he?â
the blonde girl took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing. âwhy wouldnât he? youâre really asking me that? think about it, y/n. i have been in classes with wonwoo since we started college and he hasnât paid me any mind at all until you and seokmin started planning things. whatever wonwoo and iâs relationship is, itâs not happening naturally. itâs happening because you guys keep making it happen. and what if iâm not ready for relationship? i guess that doesnât matter, does it? because i didnât get a choice. you and seokmin took away that choice.â
you were surprised to find yourself holding back tears as well. âhayoung, i didnât-â
your roommate shook her head, cutting you off. âiâm going to go stay with jooheon for a few days.â
a few days turned into a week and a half and hayoung still hadnât returned back to your dorm. she was ignoring your calls and texts and theater practice had been cancelled as well because wonwoo couldnât even get ahold of her.
you couldnât take it anymore and thatâs why you were currently standing in front of jooheonâs dorm room.
âhey, y/n, what are you doing here?â
you werenât surprised when jooheonâs roommate, wonho, answered the door. ever since freshman year, you always had a crush on shin hoseok and it normally made it extremely hard to be around him. you would always turn into a blushing mess whenever he even looked remotely in your direction: however, when you looked at him now, you felt nothing.
and it was probably all because of lee seokmin.
you sighed, running a hand through your hair. âcan i talk to hayoung, please?â
wonho looked behind him, his eyes connecting with something before he turned back around. âsheâs actually sleeping right now, but i can take a message?â
hayoung had been your best friend for years and you knew that she wouldnât talk to you willingly. she was too stubborn for her own good and honestly, in this situation, she had every right to be. however, you couldnât stand the thought of you guys not talking for any longer.
âiâd rather talk to jooheon then,â you replied.
wonho opened his mouth to obviously deny your request, but you cut him off. âdonât you dare say that he isnât home because i know very well that heâs listening to our entire conversation right now. besides, i know his next class isnât until tomorrow.â
your words caused the orange-haired boy to appear beside his roommate with a sigh. âfine, weâll talk, but hayoung actually is asleep, so weâre talking in the hallway.â
wonho gave you a small smile before jooheon stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
a few seconds of silence passed before you decided to speak. âlook, i can tell that you arenât very happy with me right now and i donât blame you, but at least hear me out, okay?â
jooheon gave a slight nod and you took a deep breath. âi understand that what i did was wrong. trying to set her up with wonwoo was pushing her out of her comfort zone and i should have never agreed to help seokmin. but you know that i didnât have any bad intentions. i care about her just as much as you do.â
âdo you realize how scared she is?â the orange-haired boy asked quietly. âshe hasnât gone to any of his classes that have wonwoo in it for the last few days. sheâs terrified to face him because she thinks wonwoo is going to want to talk about what has been going on. hayoung has never had a true relationship. she doesnât know to let herself be that vulnerable to someone, yet you and seokmin thought it would be a good idea to push her into one when she clearly wasnât ready. you, of all people, should understand why sheâs upset.â
âi do understand why sheâs upset and i am sorry. i am truly sorry, but you know that she wonât talk to me on her own accord. thatâs why iâm talking to you. she listens to you. all iâm asking for you to explain to her that i meant no harm and that iâm done with helping seokmin, alright?â you sighed. âyou you please do that for me?â
jooheon seemed to mull over the idea in his head before responding. âhayoung deserves to feel happy and safe and for the last few days, she has felt neither, and i believe a part of that has to do with the fact that she hasnât been talking to you. I know you guys havenât gone without talking every day since sophomore year and itâs taking a toll on her, so yeah, iâll talk to him.â
you released a sigh of relief. âthank you, jooheon.â
âyou can thank me by leaving wonwoo and her relationship alone.â
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âwhat if she doesnât want to talk to me again? just because jooheon said he would talk to her doesnât mean sheâs going to forgive me. what if she decides to switch roommates? what if i ruined our friendship for good?â
seokmin sighed over the phone. ây/n, calm down, okay? hayoung just got his feelings hurt. sheâll come around eventually. wonwoo made me explain everything once he couldnât get a hold of hayoung and he was upset too, but after a couple of days, he got over it.â
âbut hayoung isnât wonwoo, seokmin. you donât know her like i do.â your voice cracked as you held back a sob. âi canât lose my best friend.â
rustling was heard from the other end and eventually seokminâs voice spoke. âiâll be at your dorm in ten minutes, okay? everything will be alright.â
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you could barely get yourself to focus on whatever drama seokmin currently had displayed on the television. you were too transfixed by how close your bodies were.
he had his body turned toward you, his head propped up on his elbow. his fingers were playing with your hair and although you hated having your hair touched, you couldnât bring yourself to tell him to stop.
you were extremely grateful to lee seokmin. he knew what you were going through with hayoung because he felt the same thing with wonwoo, but the issue was that hayoung was more stubborn than the black-haired boy. so the only way he knew how to help was to be by your side whenever you needed support.
and that was the exact reason why he was with you now.
he knew that there was nothing he could say to make things better, but as long as you werenât alone, he felt like he was helping even if it was just a little bit.
relying on seokmin so much scared you. you knew how deep your feelings for the happy virus went, but you werenât sure what you supposed to do. should you just confess? bury your feelings and never let them come to the surface? if hayoung was here, you would ask for her advice, but this time, you were on your own.
âare you about to fall asleep?â seokmin asked, a chuckle leaving his lungs as his eyes trailed over your facial features.
âno,â you replied, quietly. âiâm awake.â
âstill thinking about hayoung?â
âkinda.â
seokmin gave you a small smile. âdonât stress over it, y/n. jooheon will talk to her and everything will go back to normal, okay? you just have to give it time.â
âI have been giving it time,â you protested. âItâs been a week and a half, seokmin! how long am i supposed to give her time before i completely lose hope?â
the boy next to you sighed. âhave faith in her, y/n. sheâll come around no matter how long it takes, i promise.â
the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the noise from the television. you wanted to confess your feelings to lee seokmin more than anything, but you couldnât seem to find the courage. however, he seemed to beat you to it.
before you realized what was happening, seokmin cupped your face, pressing his lips yours.
the kiss was gentle and slow, almost like he was scared to make any sudden movements. your brain was screaming at you to kiss him back, but your body couldnât help but react exactly like hayoungâs had when wonwoo kissed her. now you understood the emotions your best friend had felt.
the uncertainty. the fear. the anxiety.
your back stayed completely straight and your hands stayed glued to the blanket underneath you. panic began to blossom seokminâs chest as a result of your reaction. he couldnât help but think he had made a massive mistake.
he broke away from you, eyes wide. âi didnât mean to overstep your boundaries,â seokmin said quickly. âiâm sorry. i shouldnât have done anything. i should have asked you if it was okay.â
you wanted to tell seokmin that it was okay. you wanted to tell him that you liked him. you wanted to tell him that he didnât have to apologize for anything. but you did the exact opposite as you climbed off of your bed, running your fingers through your hair. your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. âcan you please leave?â
ây/n, i didnât-â
you flipped around to face the dark-haired boy, tears now falling down your cheeks. those tears sent a pang of misery through seokminâs heart. all he wanted to do was hold you and wipe your tears away. it was clear that you didnât want him to do that. âjust go away, seokmin! please!â
seokminâs face instantly fell at your words, but he obeyed, standing up from your bed and stepping toward the door. once his feet made contact with the carpet that was in the hallway, he glanced over his shoulder for a brief second. his words made you want to cry even harder. âIf you need anything, just text me, okay? iâll come right back over. it wouldnât be an issue.â
he hadnât even been gone for half an hour before you had already exhausted yourself from crying.
you were glad that your roommate didnât ask questions when she returned back to your dorm, plopping down on her bed, her back facing you.
at least you had your best friend back, but in the process, you may have lost one of the people you cared about the most.
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to say that you were angry with yourself was a severe understatement. why did you react like that? it was seokmin for crying out loud.
but maybe that was the problem.
through this mess of a matchmaking plan, seokmin had become an important person to you. someone that you could rely on. someone who you felt safe with. he made you laugh with his dumb antics, he cheered you up with coffee on a hard day, he was your video game partner-in-crime. what if committing to a relationship ruined that?
what if you guys tried to pursue something, but it just crashed and burned and everything never went back to normal? what if seokmin never talked to you again? you werenât sure that you could handle it.
hell, it had only been a few days since the kiss in your dorm and you were about to go mad as result of not being around the dark-haired boy, which was clearly your own fault.
you were the one avoiding him like the plague. well, to the best of your ability at least.
you werenât one to ignore all of your obligations, so you still forced yourself to attend show rehearsals since you were the stage manager. luckily, the performance was to the part where most of the actors were busy the entire time, which kept you and seokmin separated.
it was hard to ignore the looks he kept throwing your way. it was especially hard to ignore the looks everyone else was throwing your way.
it came as no surprise that seokmin seemed to have updated all of your friends about the recent developments. you wouldnât have expected anything different, but you felt like a gigantic spotlight was targeted just on you, and you werenât made for that. there was a reason why you worked behind the scenes instead of on the stage itself.
the only people who seemed to not be phased by the distance between you and seokmin were hayoung and wonwoo. granted, they obviously had better things to deal with than to focus on a relationship - friendship - that wasnât theirs.
hayoung had been back in your dorm since the night everything changed with seokmin. everything was back to normal. she was acting completely like herself, she was interacting with you like normal. you just kept waiting for her to crack.
to scream at you for the part you played in operation love shot.
to scream at you for breaking the only rule she set for you when you guys agreed to become roommates.
but that never came.
hayoung and wonwoo appeared to be closer during stage rehearsals. smiling, laughing, but your best friend confirmed that they didnât see each other outside of theater and agreed to remain friends, which meant seokminâs planned failed.
and it took you down with it.
in attempt to try and clear your head of the situation with seokmin as well as theater obligations, you found yourself taking a walk through campus, hoping that the nature surrounding you would help.
spotting a cardinal, which had just taken off in front of you, you were lost in thought when a familiar voice called out from behind you.
âhey, y/n?â surprised, you turned to see boo seungkwan jogging slightly to catch up to you. âcan we talk for a second?â
you nodded. âof course. what do you need?â
you thought that the topic of conversation would involve theater, rehearsals, or something to do with the stage production, but you nearly tripped over your own feet when seungkwan started speaking.
âi know itâs none of my business, and i normally donât insert myself into other peopleâs issues unless absolutely necessary, but i just feel like i should say something here.â
heâs going to talk about seokmin.
âi get that admitting feelings is hard and the unknown is terrifying, but iâve known seokmin for a long time and itâs a clear that he really really likes you. and if you donât return his feelings, thatâs fine, but at least tell him.â
tightening your hand around your backpack strip as you and seungkwan walked, you choose to focus on your feet, attempting to keep yourself grounded as the blonde boyâs words sunk in.
âi donât have the option to tell the person that i like that I like him and-â
your head snapped up at his words, your mind going back to the time you had gone to the daycare with seokmin. how seungkwanâs face changed when you asked him what his minor was and how he answered human sexuality studies. seokminâs mention of a certain psychology student that he liked.
thatâs when it clicked. you had only seen seungkwan with one psychology student.
âyouâre talking about vernon.â you didnât say it like a question. you didnât have to.
seungkwan rubbed the back of his head, eyes darting to the ground before moving back to you. he smiled softly. âseokmin always says youâre really bright.â his words set your cheeks ablaze. seokmin actually talked about you when you werenât present. âbut not being able to be true to myself and talk to vernon - it kills me inside. donât do that to you or him. be honest with whatever youâre feeling. if it doesnât work out, fine, but you have to try.â
deep down, you knew the boy in front of you was right.
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the sun was starting to set when you made up your mind. you were going to take seungkwanâs advice.
before you lost your nerve, your phone was in your hand and you were clicking on seokminâs name, watching the phone ring. he answered almost immediately and he agreed to meet you next to the universityâs fountain without any hesitation.
you arrived first, but it was a only few minutes later when seokmin arrived. your stomach started to do flips as your eyes met his. they were the same eyes you were used to although this definitely wasnât the situation either one of you were used to. his dark eyes still held kindness; one of the many things that drew you to him in the first place.
you both opened your mouths at the same time.
âlook-â
âiâm-â
seokmin chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. âokay, you go first.ââ¨
god, you were hoping he wouldnât say that.
âseokmin, i donât even know where to begin. i didnât agree to this dumb matchmaking plan with any idea that i would fall for you, but it just happened. and i donât know why i freaked out.â
when you were upset, you rambled. you knew this, but for once, in this situation, it was easier to do that than try to deal with any awkward silence.
âi donât know why i pulled away because you obviously felt the same way because like if you didnât - why would you even kiss me in the first place. maybe i was just scared? what if this ruined our friendship? what if this ruined the entire friend group? what if this ended badly and we can never recover?â
you took in a deep breath as you finished speaking, exhaling as you studied seokminâs face. he observed you quietly, a small smile on his lips, but he didnât say anything.
why wasnât he saying anything?
the silence felt suffocating and you needed to break it. opening your lips, you quietly said, âiâve been oblivious to you because iâm afraid of losing someone i truly care about on this earth. if we were to ever date and break up, i really donât think i could handle it.â
âyouâre not gonna lose me,â seokminâs voice spoke, âeven if you didnât feel the same, iâm content with loving you without it being returned. at least this way i can still have you in my life.â
without any hesitation, you closed the distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his own, taking the taller boy by surprise before he finally melted into you, his hands cupping your face gently. you pulled away, looking into his eyes before saying, âi knew so early on that i was going to fall for you.â
seokmin only kissed you again, this time with the reassurance that you would never lose him. the kiss was soft, but conveyed everything you needed it to. seokmin was returning your feelings. he was forgiving you for putting both of you through hell the last week.
almost too soon, seokmin pulled away, a gigantic grin on his face as he rested his forehead against yours.
âso would you say that operation love shot was a success after all?â
below the cut is the list of the major and minors seventeen are involved in for go in blind. included are only the main members mentioned throughout the writing
read: go in blind | lee seokmin
lee seokmin
major: theatre
minor: exceptional needs: early childhood special education
clubs: tried out a lot of clubs at the beginning of his freshman year, but only stuck with a few, which include American Sign Language club (which he enjoys because it will help him with with deaf children) and choir
sports: absolutely despised the thought of having to have a sport of any kind, so managed to convince the university to count his job at the campus daycare as his sports credit
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jeon wonwoo
major: directing (theatre) / literature (double major)
minor: film and screenwriting
clubs: gaming club, japanese animation society. often tutors his roommate vernon in english whenever he has time
sports: although it doesnât truly count as an actual sport, he enjoys aquatics.
ââââââ
vernon chwe
major: psychology
minor: ceramics (had literally no idea what it was when he signed up for it but stayed enrolled anyway)
clubs: frequents any club he finds interesting, but is never a permanent member. has attempted pretty much everything. has an internship at the universityâs counseling office, which led him to change his major to psychology from graphic design.
sports: took his required gym credit his freshman year and has never gone near a sport since then
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boo seungkwan
major: english / child development (double major)
minor: human sexuality studies
clubs: peace and conflict studies club (joined to help solve him and his friends problems), debate team (joined to learn how to roast his friends with facts)
sports: absolutely adores volleyball and plays for the university team
ââââââ
lee jihoon
major: recording industry studies
minor: business
clubs: business club (finds it extremely boring but it helps him get ahead in his minor) and nerf club (joined solely to relieve his stress somehow, but also because he got kicked out of paintball club as a result of hitting someone in the kneecaps). often helps music students and theatre students with plays and talent shows
sports: soccer. his position is goalie, which allowed him to attend university with full-tuition paid
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joshua hong
major: pre-med
minor: biology
clubs: boxing club (heâs only considered a member because he patches up anyone hurt. normally seungcheol), chess club, and anime club
sports: ultimate frisbee (however there are rumors flying around that heâs afraid of the frisbee hurting him and thatâs why he does poorly)
ââââââ
kwon soonyoung
major: dance
minor: broadcasting
clubs: for some odd reason, he truthfully enjoys cooking club. but he wonât admit if it is because he just doesnât want to starve in college or if he actually enjoys cooking. he also co-hosts the universityâs nightly radio station
sports: heâs the leader of the campus dance team, which he created with a group of friends.
ââââââ
wen junhui
major: theatre
minor: chinese
clubs: chinese culture club, choir, and whatever other club his friends soonyoung and minghao drag him to
sports: jun has absolutely no hand-eye coordination so anything involving a ball is a no-no; however, he enjoys dancing, so more often than not heâs dancing with soonykungâs dance team.
note: this was originally wrote with a different idol in mind, but i just had to make it cheol.
honestly, no matter how hard you try, you canât remember how he came into your life. he was always just there.
choi seungcheol was a part of your earliest memories.
you contributed this to the fact that your mother enrolled you in soccer when you were four, the coach being seungcheolâs dad. on that field is where you first laid eyes on the dark-haired boy. every practice, cheol always accompanied his father and you two become friends almost immediately.
it was no surprise to both of your parents.
âwhat if y/n and cheol get married when theyâre older?â
âiâm literally already planning the wedding.â
you were three. cheol was five when that conversation occurred between both of your moms. you remembered hearing it when it was time to leave the soccer field, but you were obviously too young to know what they were talking about.
all you knew was that cheol was your best friend.
from there on out, the two of you were inseparable. where one went, the other followed. if one jumped, the other jumped.
entering kindergarten, you remembered feeling so excited just because you could see cheol more, only to be disappointed when you learned that he was ahead of you in second grade.
he was there for you when homework stressed you out to point where he ended up finishing it for you. he was there to get you ice cream in the early hours of the morning.
he was there for you when your prom date stood you up, leaving you a sobbing mess in front of your house.
he was even there for you through your first real breakup freshman year of high school. you knew cheol didnât like him anyway.
âwhy is everyone looking at me?â you asked cheol as you moved through the hallway, preparing to go to next period. you awkwardly kept your head down toward your feet as hushed whispers reached your ears.
your best friend softly touched your back in reassurance, but he was clearly as confused as you were. âjust ignore them, y/n. clearly they donât ha-â
his voice abruptly stopped as well as his feet as you neared your locker, a large group of students surrounding it. you moved your head up to see what was going on at the same time cheol grabbed you and turned you into his chest. âdonât look!â
at this point, his advice came too late as you caught a glimpse of the red spray paint that was covering your locker. you felt like you were going to be sick when the word registered with you.
slut.
âdo you think we will always be friends?â
your voice broke the silence of cheolâs room, which was only illuminated by his green LED lights. after the incident at school, you couldnât bring yourself to be alone and you werenât surprised when he offered to let you stay the night.
cheol flashed you his signature smile, the smile that had your heart doing flips in your chest. he rolled over onto his side to face you, using his arm to prop himself up to look at your face. you were resisting the urge to stroke the stray piece of hair that had fallen into his face.
moving onto your side, you let out a sigh. cheolâs knuckles were scabbed from tracking down your ex-boyfriend. as soon as he saw the word on your locker, he knew it was your exâs doing and it wasnât long before he tracked him down, only to make sure he never attempted something like that again. while you knew he did it to defend you, you felt guilty that he got hurt in the process.
âof course, we will always be friends, y/n! i got you. I always got you. why wouldnât I?â
one thought rang in your head.
because i love you.
but you kept your mouth shut. you werenât going to ruin the best thing in your life just because of some dumb feelings that caused you to break up with your ex in the first place.
nothing could disrupt the relationship you had with seungcheol.
or so you thought.
junior year rolled around and everything began to change.
cheol had just entered his freshman year of university to study music and producing. you were so proud and excited for him, but also afraid. afraid of what might change between the two of you. his university was over an hour away from you and the distance was going to have an impact.
you knew that he was going to be busy. cheol was going to go to college. make new friends, discover new opportunities, leave you behind.
he promised that he would never do that and always make time for you. âiâll come home on the weekends to see you, y/n.â but six months into the year, the texts became less frequent. calls became nonexistent. you often went months without seeing each other and when you did, it was brief and awkward.
eventually, the contact stopped all together.
he still liked your social media posts and you still liked his, but that was it. neither one of you reached out. you didnât congratulate him when one of his songs won an award at a university showcase. in return, cheol never even said anything when you revealed your senior year that you had been accepted to the same university to study pre-med. it was like your friendship never truly existed.
you pretended like you werenât hurt. maybe it was meant to be like this. you never truly believed in signs, but maybe this was the universe trying to tell you something. maybe it was better off that you didnât have to pin over choi seungcheol anymore.
and you were finally getting to where you felt okay. where you could breathe and walk around campus without the anxiety of running into him.
until you got persuaded to go to the first frat party of sophomore year.
your plan was just to go for a little bit and have fun. loosen up, make sure your friends were safe and not doing anything stupid.
you definitely didnât expect to run into the one person you didnât want to see.
and you definitely didnât expect what happened next.
maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems. or the fact that you both were older, away from your parents. maybe it was stress. you werenât sure, but at this point, you didnât care.
cheolâs lips were attached to your neck, goosebumps risen on your skin and his teeth nipping gently at the soft flesh. you let out a breathy moan, as his fingers slowly stretched you in and out.
his hands gripped your hips tightly, his body pressing you even closer against his chest. âdoes that feel good? do my fingers feel good inside of you?â
you couldnât do anything but release a whine. of course his fingers felt fucking amazing. they filled you up so well, so much better than your own. but he was such a tease. although you hadnât talked to him in years, you could remember the conversations you had as teenagers about the sexual experiences you had. you remembered he enjoyed teasing. he enjoyed begging, but you did everything you could push that to the back of your mind.
until now.
cheol chuckled as your wetness coated his fingers, sliding a third one to mix. âgod, youâre dripping and itâs so all for me.â
you let out another whine. âgo faster.â
âare you sure youâre ready for that, sweetheart?â
instead of responding, you let out a frustrated noise, your hands going down to grab his wrist, trying to make him speed up yourself. you attempted to buck your hips against his hand to gain more friction, but he was holding onto your waist so tight, it was nearly impossible.
âaw, youâre so cute when youâre needy,â he whispered, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, earning a moan from you.
his three fingers curled up inside you and you let out a yelp. cheol couldnât help but smile. âthereâs the sweet spot.â
you could see stars as his pace increased and decreased, wanting to tease you and prolong your climax as much as possible. you knew this was giving him a power trip. you could feel the authority radiating off of him and you didnât want to disobey, but you couldnât take it any longer.
âcheol-â you whined. âplease.â
you felt his breath hit your neck as he smiled. âplease what?â
âi wanna cum.â
âoh, does baby want to cum all over my fingers?â
you nodded quickly, not even caring about how eager you sounded. âoh yes, cheol, please wanna cum over your fingers so bad.â
before you had the chance to even comprehend what was happening, cheol curled his fingers once and again, pulling them in and out at a fast pace. his other hand moved down to land a slap on your clit, which he purposely been neglecting, and you let out a moan. you didnât even care that you guys were in a frat house full of people. let them hear.
the dark-haired boy pulled and traced figure eights across the area you needed him most and you quickly felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and it wasnât long before you came undone.
you were exhausted as cheol removed his fingers from you, but it was clear the night was far from over as he flipped you onto your back, his eyes dark as he surveyed your naked figure.
âyou know, I thought about this a lot when we were in high school.â cheol said softly as he reached down to plant kisses along your stomach. âthe way you would look under me. the way you would feel under me. so soft. god, i even imagined how innocent and small you would look. all at the mercy of me and only me.â
a moan left your lips at his words, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. you couldnât help but arch your back as you felt the hardness in his jeans brush against your bare core. âi thought about this too.â
at your confession, cheol nipped at your neck, earning a high-pitched moan from your lungs. you could already feel the wetness between your legs once again and you were sure he could too.
cheol pulled back from your body, reaching down to undo his belt and slip his jeans and underwear down his body. they were quickly discarded on the floor where your clothes and his shirt had landed forever ago.
your eyes widened as you took in his size. you knew he was big, but you didnât think he was that big. the tip of his cock was leaking pre cum and it was so red and angry that you knew it had to be painful for him.
cheol give you a smile. âlike what you see?â
you nodded, quickly, feeling lightheaded. âyeah, cheol, youâre so big.â your voice came out small and weak, like a mouse, and that gave him such an ego boost.
he pulled you closer, his lips returning to your neck. it wasnât long before he pushed his cock into you, your back arching from the relief you felt the moment he did so. a deep groan fell from his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust his hips into your own, the feeling of him allowing pleasure to bloom across your entire body.
"fuck," he moaned, "you feel so good."
instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pick up his pace, sweat beginning to glisten across his forehead. he buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw while containing the grunts that came from him.
it felt as if flames were licking up and down your body, your hands gripping the back of his shoulders and your own moans soft and delicate with each and every movement. you could feel an intensity building up into the pit of your belly,
"i-i'm close," you whimpered, throwing your head back.
"then let go for me, my baby. I got you. i always got you,â cheol cooed, allowing his thumb to swirl around your clit, which sent you completely over the edge for the second time that night.
there were those words again.
you didnât have to be told twice as your walls clenched around him. the pressure in your abdomen finally being released.
you let out whines and mewls as cheol chased his own high, the aftershocks of your organism still running through your body.
cheol followed soon after, a deep groan leaving his lips as his thrusts began to slow before he pulled out, painting your stomach white.
suddenly the room that was filled with both of your moans was silent except for pants that we were leaving both of your bodies. the older boy quickly reached across his nightstand to grab tissues before softly cleaning you up.
âI remember you not liking sticky stuff,â he said, quietly. âyou used to cry when we were kids if your hands were sticky from food or something. you didnât like the feeling.â
the fact that he remembered that detail after all these years and the fact that he was talking like you guys never lost contact made your heart hurt. why is he pretending like nothing happened?
but you didnât want to think about that right now. all you wanted to do was curl up next to your best friend and sleep. you would deal with everything in the morning.
cheol had the same idea as he pulled you against his chest, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your slowly moved your feet to entangle them with his. âgo to sleep. Iâll see you in the morning.â
and you drifted off to sleep with his fingers in your hair and his arms wrapped around you. your heart hoping that tomorrow, after years, you would finally have your best friend back.
once again, you were wrong.
when your eyes finally opened the next morning, choi seungcheol was gone and all you had left was your lonely heart
note: iâm honestly awful at writing smut iâm so sorry đ
you weren't exactly sure how it all started. maybe it was the alcohol you had chose to drink at the party or maybe it was all of the sexual tension that had finally came to fruition, but the next thing you knew you were back in minghao's dorm, his head between your legs.
xu minghao was a hard person to read. you both had known each other for years and it was no surprise that you held feelings for him, but the burning question had always been: did he hold feelings for you?
he never acted nervous in your presence, not even when his huge group of friends teased him about you. he just pretended that he just thought of you as a friend and nothing more.
the only person who knew his true feelings was his best friend and roommate, junhui, and jun knew exactly what was going to go down at this party. before leaving, minghao had declared that he was tired of hiding his feelings. he was tired of seeing you with other people when he could very well have you if he just had the courage to confess.Â
so an hour and a half into the party, he did indeed confess his feelings to you when you were walking toward his dorm and you confessed yours.
little do you know that it would lead to what was happening now.
"minghao," you whimpered as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh. "please."
this earned a hum of amusement from the black-haired boy. the sound that escaped from his lungs sent a vibration through your entire body and your fingers instantly gripped his hair tighter.
"i- i think i'm gonna"
before you could even finish your sentence, minghao pulled away from you, licking his lips with a devilish grin on his face. "not yet, love." he leaned up to plant soft kisses across your face while also lacing your fingers with his. "i promise, soon, but not yet."
he trailed his lips down to your neck, leaving a line of light hickeys across your pale skin.Â
"you're so beautiful," he muttered. "i can't believe you are all mine."
his words caused you to automatically press your legs together, wishing to feel some kind of friction.
"minghao, please, i want-"
the boy moved his head back to look at you. his black bangs fell over his face, but you could see the lust in his hooded eyes.
"what do you want, baby? say it."
"i want you, minghao. i want all of you."
he grinned. "i live to please."
with that, you wrapped your arms around minghao's shoulders, pulling him closer to you as he pushed in.
as if on cue, a moan left your lungs when a grunt left minghao's. it was like all the sexual tension you two had felt for each other for years melted away, replaced by endless bliss.
minghao barely gave you enough time to adjust to him before he was quickening his pace, thrusting into you harder and faster than the last time. the sounds that were leaving both of your mouths were so loud that you knew that neighbors could hear everything.
minghao's pants, the Chinese curse words falling from his lips, his "oh, god, you feel so good, you were made for me." the neighbors could hear it all, but you honestly didn't care.
your nails dig into minghao's bare back hard enough to draw blood as he attacked your face and neck with kisses. he held so much love and appreciation for you and he hoped that his actions were communicating that. Â
as you both neared your highs, minghao's pace become slower and sloppier as he buried his face into your neck. you were so absorbed in the blissfulness that all you could do was hold onto him tighter.
minghao finished first with a loud grunt of your name and no more than a few seconds later, you followed.
nothing could be heard in the dark room except for heavy breathing as you both began to process what truly happened.
after years of holding feelings for xu minghao, you finally got them returned. you finally admitted that he liked you as well. now you were lying in his bed, your skin feeling sticky against- what you thought- were silk sheets.
minghao collapsed next to you with a sigh of tiredness, but the huge smile never left his features as he rolled into his side to face you. "that was amazing. you did so well."Â
you let out a sigh of content before sweeping minghao's sweaty bangs out off of his forehead with a grin. "i love you."
he reached down to link his fingers with yours once more before kissing your forehead.
note: junâs my bias and has been for almost ten years and here i am writing sad stuff about him đ
you loved your roommate. he was your best friend and you knew completely that he just wanted what was best for you. however, your other friend was different. whether it was for the best or not, he just wanted to be right.
that was exactly how you ended up locked in your own bathroom with your ex-boyfriend, the mastermind behind the whole plan insisting that all your problems would be fixed if you just âtalked it out.â
jun plopped down on the floor across from you and instantly, you knew you guys were going to be in here for awhile. he wouldnât even look at you. his eyes were focused on his hands which were wrapped around his knees, pulling them to his chest. the silence was practically deafening.
what were you supposed to say? what were you supposed to do? this was only the second time you had seen wen junhui since the breakup occurred and the first time involved you running away as soon as you were able to distinguish his dark head. this time, you couldnât flee. you couldnât run. this time you had to face your problems.
damn you kwon soonyoung.
as if he was summoned, a voice from downstairs broke the silence. âwhy donât i hear talking? quit being fucking stubborn!â
a gasp followed soonyoungâs remark. âhey, was that necessary?â josh exclaimed.
âcompletely necessary.â
the room fell into silence once more and you found yourself unable to take it.
âheâs right you know.â your voice sounded foreign to your own ears. it was barely raised above a whisper and you swore if you tried to speak any louder that the tears would start to flow. âweâre going to have to talk at some point. why not now?â
jun let out a sigh, but stayed silent. you surveyed the boy in front of you, pain aching in your heart. he was no longer the boy you fell in love with. the boy in the bathroom with you now appeared broken. dark circles had blossomed under his eyes since the last time you two had crossed paths. he seemed paler and maybe even thinner as well.
you didnât want to talk. thatâs what you constantly told josh. what was done was done. jun broke up with you and talking about it wasnât going to make a difference. well, at least that was what you kept telling yourself.
talking about the pain and confusion you felt toward the boy who you loved most in the world was not something that could be talked about easily.
especially since he was the one who shattered your heart to pieces in the first place.
but today was different. today, you found yourself needing to talk; needing to vent; needing to find out the reason why.
âi just donât understand why, jun,â you managed to croak our past the lump in your throat. âi donât understand what i did wrong.â
the tears werenât falling yet, but they were close. crying in front of him was going to make it worse, but it was going to happen. you couldnât avoid it. not after all the pain he had caused.
âi- i loved you. I loved you so much. I thought the absolute world of you,â you whispered. âyou made me so happy.â
junâs eyes were now trained on you. he could feel the pain in your voice and it killed him. however, it was better for you to feel like this than to still be with him.
âevery day i woke up and thanked the world that minghao introduced me to you because what would i be without you. who would i be without you? you were my person, my rock. you were the person who i wanted to spend my entire life with.â you scoffed, shaking your head. your right hand ran across your cheeks to rid your skin of the tears. this time anger was in your voice.
âi canât believe after all that you had the nerve to break up with me over text. what? did a phone call seem like too much? a voicemail would have even been better than a stupid text, jun.â
the dark-haired boy flinched at his name. he knew he was in the wrong. he knew the way he broke up with you was wrong, but he didnât have a choice. he couldnât have done it in person.
your voice was fragile when you spoke next. âwas it all one-sided? was i the only one who felt like they were in love? or was i not good enough? was that it? did a year go down the drain all because of me?â
you werenât talking to receive a reply, so you were shocked when jun actually spoke.
his words were careful. âdonât talk about yourself like that. you deserve the world and more. and never question my love for you.â
âthen what went wrong, jun?â
he sighed, running a hand across his face in frustration. not frustration because of you, but because of himself.
âlook, i know youâre still hurt and thereâs nothing i can say and do that will excuse my actions, but i love you, okay. i just didnât want to hurt you anymore. i didnât want you to suffer because of me and for that, i am sorry.â
junâs words caused the tears to let loose from your eyes and you tried to hold back a sob. âwhat do you mean hurt me? you werenât hurting me and I wasnât suffering. what hurt was the fact that you didnât give me an explanation.â
now it was jun who was trying to hold back tears. how was he supposed to explain to you what was wrong? how was he supposed to explain the fear and hatred?
âi know you were starting to realize that I was acting different. i was acting more distant. it seemed to you that every time I talked to anyone i was irritated or annoyed. you started to see my personality change, but i know you were choosing to ignore it. you figured that if you continued to be nice that everything would go back to normal. but i hated that. i hated knowing that i was treating you horribly, but i couldnât help it. i was just so angry and sad all the time and i didnât know how to handle it.â
you could see the tears coating junâs cheeks and you had the urge to wipe them away, but you knew that wasnât an option. âso thatâs why you decided to break up with me? i could have helped you, jun. we could have gotten through all that together, but instead you pushed me away.â
jun shrugged. âi wasnât going to stay around long enough to bring you down.â
a sob left your lungs at his words and you buried your face in your hands, unable to even form a sentence to express the internal turmoil you felt.
âi wanted to reach out to you for so long now, but you know that i always ran from conflict. iâm a coward and because of my cowardliness I couldnât tell you what i was going through. i hurt us both and i just saw no way to fix it. so i just kept running. I am so sorry.â
you lifted your head up and almost on autopilot you reached out for him. without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms.
junâs embrace felt like home and instantly brought about a sense of comfort. you missed his scent. you missed the feeling of safety he created. you missed him.
he rubbed your back softly as he waited for your tears to calm down. the burden now felt like it was off his shoulders, but he knew the regret of not telling you sooner would haunt him for all eternity.
it had to be ten minutes before you were able to speak once more.
âcan we just start over?â
jun nodded, his arms tightening around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head. âyeah, i would like that.â
suddenly you heard the lock to the bathroom door click and kwon soonyoung rushed in nearly jumping for joy.
genre: non idol! vernon, angst, fluff, transgender reader (ftm)
pairings: vernon chwe x transgender reader (ftm)
warnings: injury
word count: 1k
note: okay, i started writing with the intent to always write gender neutral imagines; however, i believe representation is critical. as a trans person myself, more works surrounding trans people was always something i was looking for and hopefully by posting this, iâm helping someone get comfort from the fact that they are not alone and that they are being seen within this world. they are not being erased or overlooked. they are real and deserve a better world. that being said, my messages are always open
everything was spinning as you lowered yourself down on the bench. your legs felt like jelly and your ribs burnt like fire. your face was coated with a fine layer of sweat and you had to resist the urge to rest your cheek against the cold metal bench. the nausea in your stomach made it hard to focus. you didnât even notice that someone had yanked your baseball helmet off until a stream of cold water met your head, drenching your unruly hair and running under the collar of your black and red jersey.
âare you sure youâre okay, y/n?â your teammate, vernon, asked, raking his hand through the young boyâs wet hair in an attempt to get it out of his face. âyou look like youâre overheating.â
if it was a normal day, you would be mentally freaking out over the fact that the boy who you had a crush on since seventh grade year was running his hands through your hair, but your brain felt too much like mush in your head.
your eyes squinted up at vernon and breathing through the pain your ribs, you spoke. âiâm fine.â
âyou donât look fine to me, y/n,â coach countered, jogging up to you. âyouâve been off since warm-ups and i can tell your brain isnât in the game today. thatâs the reason why i called a timeout. i think you should stay on the bench for the reminder of the time.â
you shook your head, water droplets still falling from your hair. âno, i can play. iâm okay. itâs just hot out today. the water vernon poured on my head helped.â
you hoped that your voice sounded convincing. coach mulled over your words for a few seconds before releasing a sigh. âfine, but if i think for a moment that youâre unfit to play, iâm pulling you out whether you like it or not. now, letâs get back in the game. itâs your turn to pitch.â
you nodded as vernon grabbed onto your hands, pulling you to your feet. you held back a cry of pain as your ribs were set ablaze once again.
vernon gave you a look of concern before running out toward the outfield. you slipped on your mitt, running toward the pitcherâs mound. you could hardly breathe as you attempted to zero in on the area you were supposed to aim for. your limbs felt heavy as you lifted your left leg, letting the ball fly.
you honestly werenât even sure how you were still standing. the black stars exploding in your line of vision made you feel disoriented and it felt like there was weight on your chest. you were so focused on not passing out that you didnât even notice the batter make contact with the ball, sending it flying in your direction.
ây/n!â vernon called out while the rest of the team called, âlook out!â
vernon rushed toward you, but he wasnât quick enough. the ball made a sickening crack as hit the side of your head, knocking you to the ground. you werenât even awake when you hit the dirt mound below.
however, the moment you woke up, it felt like someone had took a sledgehammer to your skull. your hand moved up to touch your temple, but instead it came in contact with soft material, which could only be gauze. you let out a groan as you attempted to open your eyes only to be greeted by harsh light. you were in the nurseâs office.
âwhat happened?â you asked as you felt movement to your left. you turned your head, causing another burst of black to enter your vision, to see seungkwan positioned next to your bed.
âa baseball hit you in the head,â your best friend and fellow teammate explained, grabbing a hold of your hand in preparation to pull you off of your back. âhow do you feel? are you dizzy? is the pain bad?â
âon a scale of one to ten, i would say-â you let out a yelp as seungkwan pulled you up into a sitting position. your hand instinctively moved to your rib cage. you expected your fingers to come in contact with the fabric of your baseball uniform, but instead, you touched bare skin.
âwhy is my jersey unbuttoned?â you asked, your breath coming out heavy.
seungkwan sighed. âwhen vernon carried you in, you werenât breathing right. the nurse had to check your heart and-â
your eyes widened as you searched the blondeâs face. âdoes he know?â your voice was barely above a whisper.
seungkwan gave you a sad look. âi tried to get him to leave before the nurse did anything, but he was worried about you. he wanted to stay.â
an involuntary sound left your lungs as you realized the power that your best friendâs words held. the secret you had been hiding your entire middle and high school career was out and it wasnât even your decision. a sob escaped your lungs, intensifying the pain in your ribs and chest.
âhey, hey,â seungkwan whispered, cupping your face. âbreathe, okay? crying is only going to make your ribs hurt worse. the nurse wanted to take it off of you, but your dad told her to wait until he got here.â he gently pulled the smaller boy against his body, being careful to not squeeze you too hard. âyou shouldnât have slept in it last night. my family wouldnât have noticed anything. i should have made you take it off.â
you pulled back from seungkwan, your eyes filled with tears. âheâs going to tell everyone. the whole school is going to know. Iâll get kicked off the team.â
your words caught in your throat as the nurseâs office door opened and the last person you wanted to see stepped in. you wanted to scream as the vernonâs eyes darted down to the binder constricting your chest. âiâm not going to tell anyone, y/n.â
âwhy? because you donât want to expose the transgender kid?â you spat out.
vernon gave you a small smile. âno, because i care about the boy in front of me.â
you should have known what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date an idol. you should have known that it wasnât going to be a normal relationship. there wasnât going to be any spontaneous dates, no random adventures, not even late night trips to the convenience store.
you thought you could handle it. the âlove conquers allâ attitude. in your mind, thatâs what could get you through it. because you did love boo seungkwan.
you loved boo seungkwan more than anyone on the planet.
but it wasnât enough.
the hiding, the sneaking around, the brief interactions on music shows. it became too much, but the breaking point occurred because of something neither you nor him imagined.
publicity to some might be considered the most important thing for an idol. whether good or bad, it was still publicity. it was still putting your name out there. you thought seventeen had enough support, especially from their multiple tours and international award show appearances. their fandom was growing and growing everyday.
so when seungkwan explained to you that hybe wanted him to âfake dateâ some random actress, you didnât know what to say. you, of course, didnât want him to fake date anyone, but he didnât have an option. the company didnât know that you two were together, so he couldnât refuse a direct command from his ceo.
he insisted that it was going to be fine. it was only going to be brief outings together that were able to be photographed by dispatch and other media outlets.
that was true at the beginning and you honestly werenât bothered because at the end of the day, seungkwan was in love with you.
but brief outings turned into co-hosting events, shared variety shows, and countless interviews. soon, you grew sick of the headlines and of the couple interview questions. it wasnât long before the sickness grew into jealousy and hatred toward the actress.
it was clear that she was taking the âfake datingâ much more seriously than seungkwan. you found yourself at a standstill unable to talk to seungkwan about how you felt. he was your boyfriend. you loved him and that was exactly the reason why you couldnât voice your concerns to him. you didnât want to come across as the jealous partner that was incapable of trust.
that left vernon chwe as your only option. the curly-haired boy understood what you were feeling and offered assurance. he insisted that seungkwan only had eyes for you even if the actress viewed him more as a friend. nothing was going to happen between them and that was final.
for awhile, vernonâs advice calmed your thoughts and your jealousy.
until new yearâs eve hit.
never did you think your new yearâs eve would be ruined be a picture that dispatch posted.
a picture of seungkwan and the actress kissing.
thatâs when you decided that you couldnât take it anymore. dating an idol was too much.
seungkwan was the one who called you first. he had seen the picture and wanted you to know that she had kissed him first. he had to go along with it because of the cameras, but he desperately wanted to push her away.
you broke up with him that night. you had reached your breaking point. you were tired of the insecurity that you were feeling, you were tired of the jealousy, of the fear that seungkwan would leave you in the end.
he begged you to stay; to reconsider, but you already made your decision. you loved boo seungkwan. you loved boo seungkwan more than anyone on the planet, but this time, you had to put yourself first.
that was a year ago.
a lot of things change in a yearâs time. things happen in this world without warning. things just happen whether you want them to or not.
you werenât exactly sure how it happened or when. maybe it was when he picked you up to go get milkshakes after you called him crying about how much you missed seungkwan. maybe it was when he randomly bought you flowers for your birthday. maybe it was the night when you finally let your guard down and let him fall asleep next to you.
somehow, some way, your heart surrendered itself to vernon chwe and it was the most wonderful feeling.
you swore you would never date another idol, but he made you feel wanted and loved. he made you feel like the most important person in his life because thatâs exactly what you were. you were his world and you always had been even when you were with seungkwan.
at the beginning of the relationship, you worried about hurting seungkwan. vernon was his best friend. there was no way he couldnât be hurt by your actions, but he never reached out to you. he never made an attempt to say one word to you, so soon, your heartache faded to indifference.
you figured he had moved on as well, so you were shocked to see the new notification pop up on your phone as vernon slept next to you.
one new voicemail from my boo đ
you debated on deleting the message. you debated on avoiding his words, but you just couldnât do it even after all this time.
with a shaky breath, you moved the phone up to your ear.
âuh, hey, itâs seungkwan. i know it has been awhile, but I just felt like I had to reach out to you. i know you may not want to talk to me and if so, i get it. i didnât exactly put you first in our relationship and for that, i am truly sorry. for what itâs worth, the dating thing is over, which Iâm sure you knew from vernon.â
his voice sounded as angelic as you remembered it, but there was also a hint of tiredness behind it. so faint that if you didnât know any better, you would have missed it. the boy let out a sigh as he continued.
âitâs weird. the thought of you with vernon. If iâm honest, i should have seen it coming. he always treated you with respect. he always made time for you when I wasnât around. i canât just sit around and say that seeing you with him doesnât hurt me because it does. it really does, but I hope youâre happy. I hope he makes you happy.â
âi should have fought for you. for us. iâm truly sorry that i didnât have the courage to do so.â he chuckled slightly. âweird how i am telling you this a year later, right? i donât know â maybe itâs because i miss you, but what does it really matter anyway? youâre with vernon and iâm very aware of that. this dumb voicemail isnât going to change anything, so why am i even doing this?â
his last line made tears drip down your cheeks and you prayed that you wouldnât wake the boy next to you.
âbut thatâs all I needed to know, that you are doing fine. if you ever wondered if i stopped loving you, i never did. i still do.â
genre: fluff, established relationship, fantastic bf josh
pairing: joshua hong x reader
warnings: none
word count: 675
note: so i got locked out of my account for months, but itâs a christmas miracle and iâm back đ
âjosh!â
the dark-haired boy stirred, but didnât give any indication that he was awake.
âjosh!â this time you gently shook his shoulder. âjoshua, please wake up.â
with a groan of tiredness, your boyfriend rolled over onto his side to face you. it took a moment for his eyes to fully open, but once they did they were filled with concern.
he propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes surveying yours. âwhatâs wrong, love? why do you look scared?â
your voice was barely above a whisper. âi had a nightmare. i canât go back to sleep.â
joshâs response was immediate. he pulled down the covers on his bed, scooting over and patting the now empty spot next to him. âcome here, babe.â
without any hesitation, you climbed in, the spot warm from joshâs body heat. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer before resting his forehead against yours.
his fingers played absentmindedly with your hair, sleep still apparent in his eyes. âdo you want to talk about your nightmare? what was it about?â
âhave you ever had the type of nightmare where when you wake up, you donât remember any of it, but you are left with a sense of panic and fear?â your boyfriend nodded. âit was one of those nightmares.â
josh pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. âwell, iâm here now to ward away those bad feelings. all you should feel right now is my love for you.â
a small chuckle left your lips at his cheesy comment and you both fell into a comfortable silence. you honestly thought josh had fallen back to sleep until he spoke.
âyou know, it makes me so happy that your first thought is to come to me when youâre scared or something is wrong.â
you had been with joshua hong for a few months now and he normally was pretty open about his feelings, but only if there was a need to discuss them. it was surprising for him to initiate a deep thought or conversation. you opened your eyes to meet your boyfriendâs. âwell, why wouldnât i? i love you.â
josh shifted his position. he moved onto his back, moving you as well to rest against his chest. âi donât know how to really explain it. like i always take care of the boys as best as i can, but iâm not seungcheol by any means. heâs the protector, but when you show up next to my bed, asking for me to hold you or calm you down, itâs like iâm providing instant protection. itâs like iâm preventing anything from hurting you. i am your protector and it is a honor to be that person for you.â
in response to his words, you snuggled closer to him.
âi hope you know that i love you more than anything in this world,â he mumbled before placing a kiss on the crown of your head.
âand i love you more than anything in this universe.â
josh smiled. âgood.â
soon, the feelings of fear began to disappear, especially once josh fell back to sleep, his heartbeat becoming slow and steady beneath your ear.
you never truly understood the concept of cuddling while you were trying to sleep. It just felt suffocating to you and made it hard to move. others were the exact opposite. you and josh truly only cuddled when matching a movie, not while trying to go to bed for the night.
you never understood how people were able to cuddle each other to sleep, but now as you laid next to the sleeping josh; his hair hanging over his forehead and his arm wrapped around your waist, you thought you finally could understand.
the feeling of safety and security as his heartbeat sounded against your ear, the warmth of his body, the fact that his presence was there.
all of that was enough for you to forget your nightmare and drift off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow morning you were going to wake up next to the love of your life.
genre: non idol! dino, figure skater! dino, skier! reader, sports au
pairings: chan x afab reader
warnings: mentions of anxiety
word count: 5.5k
note: introducing part 1 of chanâs series! i think this will roughly have maybe five to six parts, each being around 5k-6k words. i have included some original characters within the storyline for plot reasons as well, but you should see some familiar names too! let me know what you guys think and if you would like to be added to the tag list âşď¸
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you have trained your entire life for the chance to compete in the Olympics. starting at age six, you practiced almost every day. although, at the time, you felt miserable; you knew that you were setting yourself up for victory someday. through countless training sessions and hard work, you caught the attention of the norwegian public earning you the nickname "the scandinavian sweetheart," and a spot to compete in the 2018 olympics in pyeongchang, South Korea.
to you, it felt like you went from being nobody to somebody overnight. after one brilliant run in the FIS Freestyle World Championships, you became a household name. with your almost white hair and beautiful blue eyes, you became a role model for the young girls and a hopeless crush for the boys. your coach, Aksel, basked in the praise and attention that his bright star had begun to receive.
sponsors came rolling in like waves, your follower count on every social media platform skyrocketed, television broadcasts constantly stated the fact that you were the best athlete in the entire country of norway. to Aksel, this meant that after coaching you for nearly ten years, his work was beginning to payoff. their work was beginning to payoff.
however, you did not see it that way.
in your mind, your work had yet to begun.
before you could begin to believe that you were indeed the Scandinavian sweetheart, you had to prove to yourself that you deserved the title, that you deserved to be in Pyeongchang. the only way to do that is to win gold.
other athletes were hungry for the gold mainly for the fame and validation that accompanied it while with you; you just didn't want to be a disappointment to yourself and your country.
"y/n, are you listening to me?"
you turned your eyes away from the view outside the car window and turned your head toward your coach, your eyebrows raised. "Yes, Aksel?"
"we are almost to the hotel, so I want to lie down some ground rules," he explained. "one, do not pig out on any form of sweets. two, you will be asleep by eleven at the latest to make sure you are well rested. finally, three, do not go anywhere without informing me first even if you just want coffee down the street. I will drive you in the car."
Aksel rented a car for their sixteen day stay in Pyeongchang in case you wished to travel throughout the city. the thought of you taking the bus or walking made his stomach churn. due to the sickness that was plaguing multiple countries during the winter months, he was terrified you would become sick before your competition even begun.
of course, you had no problem with following any of the rules you coach created. you did not have an outgoing personality, so staying up past eleven and traveling throughout Korea wasn't something you were planning to do.
the car rolled to a stop outside the hotel and the cold air of Pyeongchang felt like a slap in the face to you as you climbed out. of course, norway was colder than Korea currently, but after being in a heated car for a few hours, you were caught off guard.
Aksel walked around to the back of the car, you following close behind, willing to help carry whatever your small frame could.
"put this on," Aksel instructed, holding something out toward you as he opened the trunk.
you took the item into the palm of your hand, a look of pure confusion on your face. "why do I have to wear a face mask?"
"because of sickness, y/n," he replied, pulling multiple suitcases out of the trunk of the car. "the flu is going around and it's common courtesy to wear a mask to prevent the spread."
you did not like germs. you were borderline germaphobic even. the thought of millions of bacteria floating through the air was enough to set you on edge, but you also despised the feeling of the cloth against your face. the texture just felt wrong. however, you did as you were told without complaint.
you positioned the strings of the cloth behind your ears before reaching down to grab your backpack, slinging it onto your back, and your suitcase.
"I got your skis," Aksel told you, slamming the trunk shut. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before grabbing your fluorescent yellow skis off of the ground and starting toward the entrance of the hotel.
you quickly followed, your breath coming out in puffs and fading into the frozen air.
when they entered the hotel, the first thing that greeted them was a small Korean man positioned behind the front desk. He smiled as they saw them. "hello. welcome to the Athlete Village."
you let Aksel do the talking while you glanced around at the architecture. Everything just looked so elegant and grand. you felt slightly out of place.
"Which athlete is competing?" the dark-haired man asked.
Aksel stated your name and the man turned to his computer, typing quickly.
"We have her rooming with another women," the Korean man explained. "Is that okay?"
"y/n-â Aksel spoke, but when he turned around you were no longer behind him. Instead your feet carried you across the hotel lobby and into the arms of a familiar red-haired girl.
the girl was caught off guard at the sudden contact, causing her to drop her bags onto the floor.
"y/n, you are so lucky that I wasn't carrying my skis!" she cried. "you could have just came up and hugged me like a normal human being instead of attacking me."
you grinned, your arms still around the korean girl's neck. "what would be the fun in that, jihyo?"
with a defeated grin, the korean girl hugged her best friend of four years tightly. "It's really good to see you."
"I can't believe it's been six months since we've seen each other."
jihyo opened to her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Aksel who cleared his throat loudly.
"you and y/n will be roommates for the duration of your stay," he explained. "each country has their own designated floor; however, I pulled some springs and jihyoâs coach allowed her to be placed on Norway's instead of south koreaâs. I assumed that you both would like to be placed together instead of with a stranger."
you and jihyo were best friends. you were the best friends that had countless inside jokes and would stay up until early morning talking about anything and everything. jihyo even decided to train in Norway for part of the year to be closer to you. but though all the jokes and laughs, they both knew that putting them in a hotel room together was not the greatest idea.
"thatâs why coach just randomly shoved a keycard in my hand and took off," jihyo scoffed. she ran a hand through her hair before muttering "god give me strength," under her breath. you easily overheard.
"why would God have to give you strength if you are rooming with me? I am a blessing after all," you teased.
jihyo rolled her eyes as they followed Aksel toward the elevator that would carry them all the way up to the eighteenth floor which was built to house as many athletes from Norway as possible.
to the two athletes, the elevator ride seemed extremely short while Aksel felt that it lasted forever. from the lobby floor to the eighteenth, he had to tell you to calm down a total of five times due to your rapid talking directed toward jihyo.
at last they were standing in front of room 46.
"this is your room," the older man remarked. "hereâs your room key. please be responsible and do not lose it."
"I won't!" you retorted.
"but remember our rules, y/n," Aksel advised.
âof course. donât eat sweets, don't stay up past eleven and if I want to go anywhere, I have to inform you."
aksel smiled. "i knew you were always smart." He reached into his duffel bag and tossed a box into your hands. "also, here."
your eyes widened as you surveyed what you were holding. "condoms? why are you giving me a box of condoms?"
"they are not from me. the Olympic village gives each athlete a small box every year." the older man said casually as if it wasn't a big deal. "use them as you please."
"so you are giving me permission?" you asked warily, raising your eyebrows.
"as long as you are asleep by eleven, there won't be a problem," Aksel responded. "iâll be on the coach's floor if you need me."
as your coach started back down the hallway toward the elevators, you handed your to key to jihyo who didn't feel like digging her own key out of her bag.
jihyo swapped the card in the door and pushed it open before stepping inside.
"would you like to explain to me why each athlete gets condoms when they check in?" you asked as she shut the door behind her.
the red-headed girl chucked her bags onto the floor before replying. "have you heard anyone say 'what happens in the Olympic village stays in the Olympic village?' well, it's because casual sex happens a lot. I mean, a lot."
jihyo pulled her jacket off, bending down to stuff it into one of her many suitcases. "I read an article a couple weeks ago that said Pyeongchang are expecting 2,925 athletes to compete. If you are a math whiz like me, that works out to around thirty-seven condoms per person."
you stepped past the older girl, sitting your suitcase onto the bed furthest from the window. you unzipped it before stuffing your red Norway jacket inside.
"the article also said at the Olympic Games in Seoul in 1988, there were so many condoms on top of athlete housing that they literally had to make a rule banning outdoor sex."
your face twisted in disgust at the thought of actually being naked outside with another person. the very thought of being naked in front of another person disgusted you, but doing it where there was no privacy was even worse.
"what person needs thirty-seven condoms over a two-week time frame?" you asked, tucking a strand of your blonde hair behind your ear.
jihyo grinned. "oh, you poor innocent child. when my sister was in the Olympics in 2000 she went through fifteen and some of her friends went through more than that."
your hometown of Oslo, Norway was called the one night stand capital of Europe for a reason. casual sex was a common occurrence and when you used to attend public school, it seemed like every day someone in group of friends had hooked up with someone. you were only one who didn't broadcast your sex life or therefore; your lack of one. so hearing that some people were able to have sex at least fifteen times in a two week period was amazing to you.
"letâs go explore downstairs. I heard that there is a pool." jihyo pulled a plain black hoodie onto her body. "besides, I'm starving."
"do you think there will be grandiosa?" you asked curiously.
"you are the only person who comes to South Korea hoping for Norwegian frozen pizza."
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due to this being the first time you had ever had the opportunity to compete in the Olympics, you were nervous to go downstairs.
jihyo was full of excitement and energy. she was excited to see fellow athletes that she hadn't seen since the last Winter Olympics. she was so excited that she failed to see how uncomfortable the younger girl felt.
jihyo had always been known as an outgoing and adventurous person. no matter what was thrown her way, she took it in stride. whether it be meeting someone new or traveling to a foreign country, she could deal with it without stumbling. that was the prime reason why you and her got along as well as you did.
every single time you were with jihyo, you were shoved out of your comfort zone.
today was no different.
you werenât exactly nervous about meeting new people. you were just afraid that you would embarrass herself.
the two individuals threaded in between the multiple tables that filled the dining area of the hotel, but jihyo automatically stopped in her tracks when you clutched onto her arm, forcing her to stop.
"oh my god," you said, your eyes widening.
jihyo looked at her with puzzlement on her face. "what? what are you looking at?"
you nodded her head in the direction of a brown-haired girl. "itâs jiheon.â
jihyoâs eyes darted back and forth between you two, surprise in her features. "how did she even make it to the Olympics? the last time I saw her skate, she sucked."
"she was barely fourteen when you saw her last," you retorted, your anxiety spiking. "sheâs like really good now."
almost as if the younger girl knew she was being discussed, she turned her head in the direction of where you were standing. before jiheon could comprehend who she was looking at, you grabbed jihyoâs arm shoving her toward one of the tables.
"sheâs looking over here. get under the table now!" you got on your hands and knees, pulling the back the tablecloth and seeking solstice under the small round surface. "come on! hurry up!"
jihyo appeared beside in a mess of arms and legs and a hiss left her lips as she happened to hit her leg against one of the wooden chairs. "ow, fuck!"
"hush!" you told her, half tempted to place a hand over your best friend's mouth.
"i wasn't even being loud!" the older girl protested.
"do you even realize what her being here means, jihyo?" you questioned. "bad things! it means bad things are bound to happen!"
"why? you guys used to be like extremely close to one another."
you gave your best friend a pointed look and realization dawned on jihyoâs face. "oh, I get it now."
"yeah and if we run into each other, I will-"
your words trailed off as the white tablecloth shifted to reveal a boy with curly brown hair. he stared at the two humans under the table with curiosity in his eyes, but he did not speak.
he seemed slightly familiar to you, but you couldn't place where you had seen him before.
the awkward eye contact that you were holding with the boy was broken as a noise was heard from above.
"why are you looking under the table?" a voice questioned, curiosity in his voice.Â
the tablecloth moved once again as another boy peeked his head in to survey the two girls. "oh, that's why."
"do a lot of people hide under the table at the Olympics?" the curly haired boy asked.
"not usually."
you smiled sheepishly at the two boys before turning to your best friend. "i think we are in the clear now."
"we were probably in the clear before," the older girl mumbled as they climbed out from under the table to see that jiheon was in fact out of sight.
"i don't appreciate the tone that you use when you are talking to me."
"do I look like I care?" she questioned.
their blickering was interrupted by one of the boys in front of them clearing their throat.
"why were you guys hiding under the table?" the younger boy asked, cocking his head to the side.
"oh, it's such a long story, but needless to say, we were trying to avoid someone." you couldn't help but blush as the boy spoke to you. you couldn't believe that you got caught hiding under a table by two boys because you were afraid to speak to a girl you hadn't seen in almost two years.
"she was trying to avoid someone. I was not," jihyo clarified.
the black haired boy just smiled, gesturing to himself and the other boy. "I'm joshua hong and this is vernon chwe."
at the mention of the two korean boys' names, your mind was refreshed and instantly flashed back to the last time you had saw them skate. it had been over two years ago.
you had been amazed by the man named josh and how he seemed to have the entire audience in the palm of his hand without even trying. the plushies thrown into the rink at the end of his performance to celebrate almost brought tears to your eyes.
with vernon, you remembered him for his flawless routine that was particularly hard, especially for someone for his age. however, he pulled it off effortlessly. you also remembered him falling asleep against joshâs shoulder during one of their post interviews.
jihyo smiled at the boys. "I'm jihyo and before you think I'm a freak, she's the one that dragged me under the table, not the other way around. I'm completely normal, I promise."
you rolled your eyes. "she's not normal. she's a liar." you turned back to josh and vernon. "itâs nice to meet you guys. I'm y/n."
josh raised his eyebrows at you. "you saw us skate before, haven't you? you were sitting in the VIP section and you told me good luck right before I got on the ice."
on top of irrational fear of failure, you were also afraid of being forgotten. you were afraid that the moment your soul left the earth that your name would leave the world's minds. you would mean nothing, so the shock on your face was apparent as josh explained that after two years he remembered your face.
your tone of voice gave away your surprise to his reaction. "yeah, I'm surprised you remembered that."
"well, it made me feel happy, so yeah, thank you for that." josh gave you a kind smile. "have you guys ate anything yet?"
jihyo shook her head. "No, but I'm starving."
josh gestured in the direction behind him before turning back towards the girls. "uh, we have a bunch of friends in the lounge room. thereâs food in there if you would like to join us."
you opened your mouth to respond, but jihyo was already replying. "of course, we would love to!"
with everyone in agreement, the girls followed the boys toward the lounge area for any of the athletes who wished to use it.
as they entered the lounge area only two people were present. your eyes widened with recognition as you took in the sight of the two familiar human before you.
"y/n!" hirai momo screeched, throwing herself into the arms of the younger girl the moment she realized she was in the room. "I've missed you so much!"
choi seungcheol smiled at the blonde girl. "she really has. all she's been talking about for the last few weeks is how she'll get to see you at the Olympics."
"you are as excited to see her as I am," momo retorted. "Don't act like you're not!"
"I'm not acting," seungcheol responded as momo stepped back from the Norwegian girl, allowing her figure skating partner to step forward.
the dark-haired boy held his hands out to his sides, gesturing for you to come forward and hug him. you slowly wrapped her arms around seungcheolâs waist. his arms tightened around your small frame for a brief period before he mumbled "we both really missed you."
"I missed you guys too," you responded, your voice muffled by the boyâs shirt.
jihyo snickered beside you as she noticed the red color that had appeared on your normally pale cheeks.
a few seconds later, you guys pulled away from one another, which allowed momo to once again throw her arm over your shoulder.
"chan was here a few minutes ago, but I think he decided to go take a nap in his room," she explained. "but don't worry, you'll meet him soon."
a flash of black hair appeared in her mind at the mention of the name chan; however, you couldn't picture his face.
"sana, sana, come here!" momo gestured to the small Asian girl who had just entered the room.
the girl named sana came over to the small group of figure skaters, a smile on her face. "Hi!"
"sana, this is y/n and her friend, jihyo," momo explained. "y/n is competing in freestyle skiing for Norway while jihyo is competing in alpine skiing for korea."
jihyo smiled. "Nice to meet you."
you gave the girl a smile as well. "iâve seen you skate before. You are very elegant."
momo responded with a polite thank you as momo led you toward the couch that seungcheol had previously been sitting on; his spot was now occupied by Joshua Hong.
due to not having seen you in person for at least six months, momoâs lips moved a mile a minute as she covered every topic from ice dancing to her and seungcheolâs YouTube channel.
you listened carefully and carried on the conversation until she was interrupted by the red headed korean girl.
jihyo cleared her throat.
"i don't mean to be rude, but where's the food?"
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you had only been in Pyeongchang for almost two days and you were already finding yourself feeling homesick. maybe you missed the weather of Norway or maybe you just missed not having huge amounts of pressure on your shoulders. you werenât exactly sure. all you knew was that you missed home.
Aksel assured you that what you were feeling was completely normal and it was as a result of the fact that you never had been this far away from your home country before.
you had trouble adjusting to the time change as well. when it was night fall in South Korea, it was mid-afternoon in Norway. needless to say, you hadn't gotten much sleep since arriving and it was easy to tell.
a yawn escaped your lips as all the athletes were ushered toward the dining area after the introduction ceremony. over 2,500 athletes from various countries all had to stand up on stage and be introduced to everyone in attendance. you would be lying if you said that you didn't fall asleep on your coachâs shoulder until your name was called.
it was now almost ten at night and all the athletes were just now about to eat dinner. much to the blonde's surprise, you didn't feel that hungry. all you wanted to do was go to sleep.
"hey, jihyo?" you asked, grabbing ahold of your roommate's arm as weaved through the crowd of people. "i think I'm going to go to our room."
the red-headed girl furrowed her eyebrows with concern. "are you feeling okay?"
you gave a weak smile. "you know Aksel's rules. in bed by eleven."
you loved jihyo dearly, but you didn't want to admit how scared you were to compete and how that was draining you mentally. during the entire Olympic introduction ceremony, multiple athletes; some you knew, some you didn't, approached you and wished you luck. everyone seemed to know your name and were hoping that you made Norway proud.
that just made you feel extremely pressured and nervous. what would happen if you failed? what would happen if you didn't medal? not only would your entire country be disappointed, so would Aksel, your mother, and at the current rate, the whole world.
you could imagine the headlines now as you started down the hallway toward the elevator.
y/n, the Scandinavian sweetheart, falls short in first Olympic debut.
you wouldn't be able to recover from that. a failure that extreme would cause you to put away your skis forever.
a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts while also causing your blood to run cold.
"well, it's none other y/n. it's been such a long time."
you knew that you should keep walking. you knew that you shouldn't stop and acknowledge the person speaking from behind you, but every muscle in your body seemed to lock up at the sound of the voice.
you slowly turned around to face the brown-haired boy who was watching you with an amused smirk on his face as he walked toward you.
"i knew that you were bound to make it to the Olympics this year, especially with all the news coverage you've been receiving," jonas solhelm told you. "you are finally having your talent recognized. jiheon was so happy when they called you up on stage."
you surveyed the taller boy in front of you with wary eyes. his tone of voice was too nice. too fake.
although jonas wasn't invading your personal space yet, you still felt boxed in. you felt like you were trapped unable to escape.
"are you still with that choi dude?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "or did Aksel make you break up with him?"
"seungcheol and I were never together," you responded, your voice barely above a whisper. "we are just good friends."
you were being honest, but you could tell by jonasâs facial expression that he didn't believe you.
the boy shrugged. "i noticed that he wasn't sitting at your table, so i was just curious, but whatever you say. it honestly doesn't matter to me anyway."
then why did you ask?
the thought that jonas had been close enough to you to see your table during the introduction ceremony made you feel slightly ill. he was watching you when you didn't even know that he was present in the room.
you desperately wanted to escape to your room or to the dining area where the dinner was underway, but it was practically impossible to do so. if you tried to walk past jonas or tried to walk the opposite direction away from him, he would most likely grab your arm to keep you from leaving.
"jiheon told me that she thought she saw you yesterday in the dining area, but she wasn't sure because you disappeared before she could reach you." your hands began to shake as jonas inched closer to you. "last time i knew you and her were on good terms. why are you avoiding her? it would break her heart to know that you no longer want to speak to her."
you had never been weak-minded or weak-willed. you knew that jonas was just trying to get a reaction out of you. he was trying to get you to feel guilty, but somehow his words still felt like knives hitting your skin.
"jonas, please just leave me alone, okay?" you responded, your voice surprisingly firm. "you and I are on polite terms. donât ruin that."
your words seemed to go in jonasâs ears and leave without even making an impact. he just stepped closer to you. "thatâs why iâm talking to you, y/n. because we are on polite terms. iâm just being nice. iâm doing nothing wrong."
all of the words that were filling your mind; begging you to tell jonas off, begging you to tell him to leave you alone once more, seemed to disappear the moment you needed them most.
"i think she said to leave her alone," a voice responded from behind jonas causing him to turn.
you werenât able to see who the speaker was based on jonas obstructing your view, but you couldn't help but breath sigh a relief at the thought of no longer being alone with jonas. he made you feel extremely unsafe.
"you aren't a part of this conversation," jonas backfired.
the boy with the dark hair stepped in between jonas and you, his body slightly turned toward you in a protective stance. "yes, I am, and now, you no longer are."
you took in the boy positioned in front of you and your eyes rested on his frame. one word popped into your mind.
chan.
this was chan.
jonas and the boy facing off against one another had to be an odd sight. jonas was every bit the height of six foot, so he had a good five inches on chan, but he didn't look intimidated in the slightest. he stood his ground with his head held high while you remained silent, praying that a fight wouldn't occur.
when jonas realized that the boy wasn't going to move from his position, he rolled his eyes. "whatever." he made brief eye contact with you. "hopefully, iâll see you around at some point."
he turned around and headed back toward the dining area. you watched him go until he was out of sight.
"are you okay?" chan asked, his dark eyes meeting contact with your bright blue ones as he turned to face you. "he didn't hurt you or anything?"
you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and took a deep breath before responding. "no, he didn't. thank you so much for helping me."
"no worries." he smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. "iâm lee chan."
when you accepted chanâs hand, you hoped that he didn't realize how clammy your hands were. he showed no signs that he noticed. "so you are chan. itâs an honor to meet you. iâm y/n."
chan cocked his head to the side. "momo and seungcheol haven't stopped talking about you since they arrived."
that statement caused a smile to appear on your features. "only good things, i hope?"
chan nodded. "absolutely. they both adore you. they also never shut up about how talented you are when it comes to skiing."
you did not particularly like praise, but you never felt embarrassed by it, so you were shocked when you found yourself cheeks heating up at the boy's words.
"I heard that you are amazing in your sport as well."
he shrugged. "i'm okay." he was quick to change the subject.
"um, would you mind if i walked you back to your room?" chan asked. "just in case that guy tries to bother you again."
you knew jonas solheim better than you knew yourself. there was no way he was going to try to approach you again after the encounter with chan. however, you weren't about to turn down the figure skater's kind gesture.
"yeah, sure. thank you."
you and chan started down the hallway. although he was taller, you were able to keep up with his stride easily.
as they arrived at the elevator, you clicked the button, causing the silver doors open up and both of you stepped inside.
"what floor is norway?" The figure skater asked.
"eighteen."
"cool. my floor is six."
the button lit up as it was pressed and the elevator doors closed.
the elevator had reached the fifth floor before chan decided to break the silence. "so who was that guy?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"jonas solhelm, norway's prime athlete in skeleton," you responded, glancing down at your feet. that wasn't the answer chan wanted; you knew that. he wanted to know how you knew the boy, but that detail wasn't important.
"skeleton honestly scares the shit out of me," chan replied with a visible shudder.
you giggled, causing a feeling of happiness to form in the figure skater's chest at the fact that he was able to make you laugh after what occurred in the hallway. "me too. sliding down a course head first at sixty miles or more an hour is very scary, but some people live for the thrill."
"figure skating is enough of a thrill for me."
only a few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and the two athletes stepped out into the hallway.
It didn't take long to get to room forty-six.
"well, this is my room," you remarked, stopping in front of the door that had a gold 46 engraved on it.
"alright," chan said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "have a nice sleep, okay? i know how tiring today has been for all of us."
you slid your key card in the door and a clicking sounded. "you too, chan. thank you for walking me to my room. i really appreciate it."
he smiled. "couldnât risk you getting cornered by that creep again."
you pushed the door to room open, leaning against it. "goodnight, chan."
genre: fluff, established relationship, college! seokmin
pairings: lee seokmin x gender neutral reader
warnings: none
word count: 777
note: not my best work, but seokminâs the best boy and he deserved something
truly, you wished that you didnât have to go to college. you wished that you didnât have to deal with the stress that came with it, but you knew that you did no choice if you wanted your dream career.
that dream career was the reason why you were currently positioned at your desk, philosophy textbook open and your hand propping your head up. your boyfriend, seokmin, caused your bed to creak as he shifted his position, his eyes looking at you with concern.
it was Saturday and he desperately wanted to spend time with you, but you hadnât even looked up from your homework since he first arrived.
he cleared his throat. âI know that your grades are important, but you need to at least take a break. youâve been studying for two hours.â
you lifted your head to make eye contact with the older boy. the moment you pinpointed the concern in his facial features, you felt guilty that you hadnât been paying him any attention since he showed up at your dorm two hours ago.
a sigh left your lungs. âsorry, seokmin. I just want to do really well this semester and to do that, i have to make sure that I know the material front and back even if it involves reading the same chapter twelve times.â
the brown-haired boy chuckled softly as he leaned over to plant a kiss on your forehead. âiâm sure that youâll do fine, love. youâve done all your homework and read everything at least once.â
you raised your eyebrows at him. âthat sentence just came from a guy who is a vocal major and has literally understood every single music related term since age fourteen.â
lee seokmin was definitely someone special to this world. you guys had met through jeonghan who was a childhood friend of yours. seokmin became his roommate freshman year of college and the rest was history. you were bound to cross paths eventually, but never in a million years did you think that you guys would end up together, but you wouldnât trade him for anything.
the connection was just⌠there and everything felt right when you two were together. even today when you hardly even spoken to him.
âand you can thank jeonghan for my extensive level of knowledge,â seokmin replied. âthat boy never shuts up about music, which I donât either, but thatâs besides the point.â your boyfriend leaned forward once again before kissing your lips softly and pulling back. âmy point is that I understand that not everyone is like jeonghan and i. people do have to study. I get that, but what Iâm trying to tell you is that you donât have to exhaust yourself over every subject. that never turns out well.â
you gave him a small smile as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âI know, but I donât know what else to do to make sure that I do well.â
âlove, grades arenât everything. you can afford to not study constantly.â
âtry telling my gpa that.â
seokmin smiled at your words. âokay, you are talking to someone who could honestly care less about the gpa system because itâs a fraud.â he climbed off your bed, stretching his arms over his head with a grunt. âbesides, i know your gpa is perfectly fine and yet, here you are sitting here thinking about reinventing the wheel to run yourself over.â
your boyfriend held his hand out toward you. âthatâs not healthy and as your boyfriend, itâs my job to ensure that you arenât going to explode from too much academic stress. that means that Iâm taking you on a date right now to go get pizza and then we are going to come back here and see where the night leads, okay?â
you smiled, gently grabbing a hold of his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. âokay.â
seokmin pulled you against his chest in a hug and you breathed out a sigh of relief you didnât know that you had been holding. his arms just made all the worries in the world disappear.
he kissed the crown of your head. âyou can continue studying how ever much you want tomorrow, but tonight, itâs just you and I.â
he pulled back to cup your face with his hands. with a huge smile, he kissed your nose. âi love you. i hope you always know that.â
âand I hope you always know that I love you more than you can ever imagine.â
seokmin wrapped his arm playfully around your shoulders, leading you into the hallway of your dorm building. âtrust me, love, i know.â
