Tenho coisas para contar para vocĂŞs (đââď¸). Primeiramente, apesar da confusĂŁo na fila antes do show, nossos divos do Enhypen arrasaram no show! TĂ´ atĂŠ agora tentando raciocinar que vi o show, e eles ainda voltaram depois pra cantar nosso hino, vulgo "Knife" vers. MC Ice đ¤. Inclusive estou tentando me recuperar fisicamente pois quem diria que passar o dia inteiro na friaca usando vestido faria alguĂŠm ficar brevemente gripado, nĂŁo ĂŠ mesmo?! Mas eu faria tudo de novo!
Agora notĂcias da minha vida pessoal...depois de 2 anos trabalhando de recepcionista de academia, estarei mudando de emprego. Agora serei professora de inglĂŞs (estagiaria), semana que vem começando com o treinamento. E claro que estou super ansiosa e nervosa, nĂŁo sĂł por ser algo novo, mas tambĂŠm por que nunca me vi como professora (e sĂł assim pra me encontrar), e por que jĂĄ tive uma experiĂŞncia muito ruim em uma escola de idiomas antes (e infelizmente estou encontrando algumas similaridades, ou seja, gatilhos)... MAS estou sempre falando com minha psico e prometi pra mim mesma sobreviver pelo menos esse semestre, e depois me vejo por ai...
Agora por aqui, tenho planos, mas acho que ĂŠ de bom tom trazer em outro post, mas ĂŠ isso galerinha đŤśđť
Gente desculpa meu leve sumiço, Ê que esses últimos dias coisas aconteceram (grande maioria delas, boas, graças à Deus!), e algumas talvez vão acontecer, mas que prefiro não comentar agora, pois não Ê certeza...
MAS um fato ĂŠ que esse sabado estarei marcando presença no show dos nossos vampirinhos lindos e maravilhosos! SerĂĄ se encontro alguĂŠm daqui la? đ vou ser a querida com presas de vampiro (sim, eu fiz dentes sĂł pra ir ver o ENHYPEN...)
Ă isso, se tudo der certo, venho enxer vocĂŞs com mais informaçþes da minha vidinha pacata. E se a inspiração me morder, trago algo com alguĂŠm do EnhađŤśđť
âď¸ Ai mis amis, queria tanto escrever alguma coisa nova, mas nĂŁo sei por onde começar direito, ao mesmo tempo tĂ´ com vĂĄrias ideias, e nada đĽ¸
Por enquanto entĂŁo vamos de renovar as escritas antigas e me livrar de algumas...
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Jung Hoseok ĂŠ o melhor namorado do mundo. Sempre com os melhores elogios, melhores presentes, melhores momentos e claro, com os melhores encontros. Ele sempre foi a pessoa do relacionamento que planeja as surpresas e dates quando preciso. Mas dessa vez vocĂŞ queria mudar os papĂŠis um pouquinho.
Começando que a sua primeira surpresa foi o visitar em Las Vegas depois de passar uma semana negando o convite de próprio para o acompanhar. Não foi fåcil resistir aos biquinhos pedintes de Hobi, mas por sorte, ele entendia o quão importante era seu trabalho.
Assim que o ensaio para o show terminou, Hoseok estranhou um adesivo de girassol em sua porta de hotel, e desconfiado como só ele, saiu correndo atrås de seu manager, que cúmplice da sua armadilha, apenas agiu como se não fosse uma graça do hotel, e praticamente o jogou dentro do quarto. Sem escolha, o moreno entrou no quarto à dentro, pronto para gritar a qualquer segundo. E de fato, ele fez, mas de felicidade, ao te ver sentada na ponta da cama com um buquê de girassóis.
"O que faz aqui?" Hoseok exclama com você em seus braços. Ele não sabia se pulava, gritava, dançava ou te abraçava. Ele optou por fazer o último primeiro, e o resto ele teria o dia todo.
"Vim te fazer uma surpresa..." Sua resposta ĂŠ Ăłbvia, mas a feição de incredulidade nĂŁo saĂa do rosto do rapaz "surpresa!" VocĂŞ brinca sorrindo de orelha a orelha, logo sendo puxada pelo rapaz.
Sem demoras, o moreno jå estava te puxando para a cama, querendo te contar tudo o que aconteceu desde o momento em que se separaram, jå que ele acreditava que sua surpresa era apenas a sua presença ( o que pra ele jå era mais que suficiente), e queria te encher de amor em forma de beijos e abraços. Mas por mais que você tambÊm queira a mesma coisa, foi obrigada a convencer seu namorado a sair com você para um local especial.
"Me conta, por favor!" Hobi tentava a todo custo conseguir a informação do destino, mas você era uma rocha, mesmo com ele usando de suas armas mais baixas... "Por favorzinho S/n-ie!" Grandes olhos de cachorrinho, voz fofinha e pra fechar com chave de ouro, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mãos para que você não tenha escapatória.
"Hobi... nós jå estamos chegando..." Você tenta mais uma vez, mas seu namorado Ê incrivelmente insistente e começa um ataque de beijos por todo seu rosto. E você agradece profundamente que o motorista emprestado dos meninos, estava muito focado na rua, e não no que se passava no banco de trås do carro, mas só a presença do homem no mesmo espaço fechado, te faz ruborizar levemente.
NĂŁo muito depois vocĂŞs finalmente chegaram ao local, mas a fachada do prĂŠdio nĂŁo deixava Jung descobrir o que era de fato, atĂŠ entrar definitivamente, e ver o grande mural florido, com girassĂłis e o nome do famoso pintor Van Gogh, que ele entendeu o que era.
Hoseok um mĂŞs atrĂĄs havia lhe dito sobre a exposição e em como queria ver, mas por algum motivo ele nĂŁo tinha conseguido os ingressos, e sendo a boa alma que ĂŠ, nĂŁo queria usar o trunfo de ser âHobi do BTSâ, entĂŁo apenas deixou pra lĂĄ. O que ele nĂŁo contava ĂŠ que uma amiga sua tinha conseguido os ingressos, mas nĂŁo poderia mais ir. E unindo o Ăştil ao agradĂĄvelâŚ
Mais uma vez muito feliz, o rapaz não se segura em te abraçar e mais uma vez encher seu rosto com beijos animados. E claro, antes de entrar de fato na exposição, você foi intimada a tirar fotos, junto a ele, somente dele, e uma especial para Taehyung que todos sabem que amaria estar ali.
O resto do seu dia, foi: você colada ao seu namorado, que não poderia estar mais feliz e relaxado, uma vez que estava em um lugar lindo, com a pessoa mais bonita ainda. Hobi estava nas nuvens, e você estava tambÊm (e muito orgulhosa de si mesma por ter planejado o dia). Vocês fizeram remarcaçþes sobre as obras, e Hoseok conseguia fazer as interaçþes serem ainda mais divertidas.
Quando terminaram, voltaram para o quarto de hotel muito mais calmos e relaxados. O moreno te abraçava de lado enquanto provocava Taehyung no grupo dos amigos. Dizer que vocĂŞ estava em paz era compreensĂvel.
Mas seu namorado ĂŠ Jung Hoseok, e ele estava mais que feliz pela surpresa, e queria demonstrar do jeitinho dele. EntĂŁo agora jĂĄ de volta ao seu quarto de hotel, enquanto terminava de se arrumar para dormir, apĂłs um banho relaxante, Hobi que escutava mĂşsica no alto falante do celular, te puxa.
"Camaradas, peguem suas garotas se elas forem bonitas..." Uma de suas mĂŁos, te seguraram pela cintura, mantendo seu corpo prĂłximo ao dele, balançando em seu ritmo, enquanto a outra, segurava sua bochecha enquanto ele cantava baixinho contra seu rosto. "Digam a ela que ĂŠ a Ăşnica, a Ăşnica pra vida todaâŚâ
"Hum...isso quer dizer alguma coisa, Sr. Jung Hoseok?" VocĂŞ brinca, sorrindo, enquanto passa suas mĂŁos pela nuca dele. Sorrindo, seu namorado te rodopia de surpresa, causando um gritinho sair de vocĂŞ, mas quando ĂŠ rodada de volta para os braços do rapaz, seus batimentos cardĂacos aumentaram, nĂŁo pelo choque, mas sim por seu olhar sob vocĂŞ, e principalmente sobre as palavras que ele solta:
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Jung Hoseok ĂŠ o melhor namorado do mundo. Sempre com os melhores elogios, melhores presentes, melhores momentos e claro, com os melhores encontros. Ele sempre foi a pessoa do relacionamento que planeja as surpresas e dates quando preciso. Mas dessa vez vocĂŞ queria mudar os papĂŠis um pouquinho.
Começando que a sua primeira surpresa foi o visitar em Las Vegas depois de passar uma semana negando o convite de próprio para o acompanhar. Não foi fåcil resistir aos biquinhos pedintes de Hobi, mas por sorte, ele entendia o quão importante era seu trabalho.
Assim que o ensaio para o show terminou, Hoseok estranhou um adesivo de girassol em sua porta de hotel, e desconfiado como só ele, saiu correndo atrås de seu manager, que cúmplice da sua armadilha, apenas agiu como se não fosse uma graça do hotel, e praticamente o jogou dentro do quarto. Sem escolha, o moreno entrou no quarto à dentro, pronto para gritar a qualquer segundo. E de fato, ele fez, mas de felicidade, ao te ver sentada na ponta da cama com um buquê de girassóis.
"O que faz aqui?" Hoseok exclama com você em seus braços. Ele não sabia se pulava, gritava, dançava ou te abraçava. Ele optou por fazer o último primeiro, e o resto ele teria o dia todo.
"Vim te fazer uma surpresa..." Sua resposta ĂŠ Ăłbvia, mas a feição de incredulidade nĂŁo saĂa do rosto do rapaz "surpresa!" VocĂŞ brinca sorrindo de orelha a orelha, logo sendo puxada pelo rapaz.
Sem demoras, o moreno jå estava te puxando para a cama, querendo te contar tudo o que aconteceu desde o momento em que se separaram, jå que ele acreditava que sua surpresa era apenas a sua presença ( o que pra ele jå era mais que suficiente), e queria te encher de amor em forma de beijos e abraços. Mas por mais que você tambÊm queira a mesma coisa, foi obrigada a convencer seu namorado a sair com você para um local especial.
"Me conta, por favor!" Hobi tentava a todo custo conseguir a informação do destino, mas você era uma rocha, mesmo com ele usando de suas armas mais baixas... "Por favorzinho S/n-ie!" Grandes olhos de cachorrinho, voz fofinha e pra fechar com chave de ouro, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mãos para que você não tenha escapatória.
"Hobi... nós jå estamos chegando..." Você tenta mais uma vez, mas seu namorado Ê incrivelmente insistente e começa um ataque de beijos por todo seu rosto. E você agradece profundamente que o motorista emprestado dos meninos, estava muito focado na rua, e não no que se passava no banco de trås do carro, mas só a presença do homem no mesmo espaço fechado, te faz ruborizar levemente.
NĂŁo muito depois vocĂŞs finalmente chegaram ao local, mas a fachada do prĂŠdio nĂŁo deixava Jung descobrir o que era de fato, atĂŠ entrar definitivamente, e ver o grande mural florido, com girassĂłis e o nome do famoso pintor Van Gogh, que ele entendeu o que era.
Hoseok um mĂŞs atrĂĄs havia lhe dito sobre a exposição e em como queria ver, mas por algum motivo ele nĂŁo tinha conseguido os ingressos, e sendo a boa alma que ĂŠ, nĂŁo queria usar o trunfo de ser âHobi do BTSâ, entĂŁo apenas deixou pra lĂĄ. O que ele nĂŁo contava ĂŠ que uma amiga sua tinha conseguido os ingressos, mas nĂŁo poderia mais ir. E unindo o Ăştil ao agradĂĄvelâŚ
Mais uma vez muito feliz, o rapaz não se segura em te abraçar e mais uma vez encher seu rosto com beijos animados. E claro, antes de entrar de fato na exposição, você foi intimada a tirar fotos, junto a ele, somente dele, e uma especial para Taehyung que todos sabem que amaria estar ali.
O resto do seu dia, foi: você colada ao seu namorado, que não poderia estar mais feliz e relaxado, uma vez que estava em um lugar lindo, com a pessoa mais bonita ainda. Hobi estava nas nuvens, e você estava tambÊm (e muito orgulhosa de si mesma por ter planejado o dia). Vocês fizeram remarcaçþes sobre as obras, e Hoseok conseguia fazer as interaçþes serem ainda mais divertidas.
Quando terminaram, voltaram para o quarto de hotel muito mais calmos e relaxados. O moreno te abraçava de lado enquanto provocava Taehyung no grupo dos amigos. Dizer que vocĂŞ estava em paz era compreensĂvel.
Mas seu namorado ĂŠ Jung Hoseok, e ele estava mais que feliz pela surpresa, e queria demonstrar do jeitinho dele. EntĂŁo agora jĂĄ de volta ao seu quarto de hotel, enquanto terminava de se arrumar para dormir, apĂłs um banho relaxante, Hobi que escutava mĂşsica no alto falante do celular, te puxa.
"Camaradas, peguem suas garotas se elas forem bonitas..." Uma de suas mĂŁos, te seguraram pela cintura, mantendo seu corpo prĂłximo ao dele, balançando em seu ritmo, enquanto a outra, segurava sua bochecha enquanto ele cantava baixinho contra seu rosto. "Digam a ela que ĂŠ a Ăşnica, a Ăşnica pra vida todaâŚâ
"Hum...isso quer dizer alguma coisa, Sr. Jung Hoseok?" VocĂŞ brinca, sorrindo, enquanto passa suas mĂŁos pela nuca dele. Sorrindo, seu namorado te rodopia de surpresa, causando um gritinho sair de vocĂŞ, mas quando ĂŠ rodada de volta para os braços do rapaz, seus batimentos cardĂacos aumentaram, nĂŁo pelo choque, mas sim por seu olhar sob vocĂŞ, e principalmente sobre as palavras que ele solta:
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Jung Hoseok ĂŠ o melhor namorado do mundo. Sempre com os melhores elogios, melhores presentes, melhores momentos e claro, com os melhores encontros. Ele sempre foi a pessoa do relacionamento que planeja as surpresas e dates quando preciso. Mas dessa vez vocĂŞ queria mudar os papĂŠis um pouquinho.
Começando que a sua primeira surpresa foi o visitar em Las Vegas depois de passar uma semana negando o convite de próprio para o acompanhar. Não foi fåcil resistir aos biquinhos pedintes de Hobi, mas por sorte, ele entendia o quão importante era seu trabalho.
Assim que o ensaio para o show terminou, Hoseok estranhou um adesivo de girassol em sua porta de hotel, e desconfiado como só ele, saiu correndo atrås de seu manager, que cúmplice da sua armadilha, apenas agiu como se não fosse uma graça do hotel, e praticamente o jogou dentro do quarto. Sem escolha, o moreno entrou no quarto à dentro, pronto para gritar a qualquer segundo. E de fato, ele fez, mas de felicidade, ao te ver sentada na ponta da cama com um buquê de girassóis.
"O que faz aqui?" Hoseok exclama com você em seus braços. Ele não sabia se pulava, gritava, dançava ou te abraçava. Ele optou por fazer o último primeiro, e o resto ele teria o dia todo.
"Vim te fazer uma surpresa..." Sua resposta ĂŠ Ăłbvia, mas a feição de incredulidade nĂŁo saĂa do rosto do rapaz "surpresa!" VocĂŞ brinca sorrindo de orelha a orelha, logo sendo puxada pelo rapaz.
Sem demoras, o moreno jå estava te puxando para a cama, querendo te contar tudo o que aconteceu desde o momento em que se separaram, jå que ele acreditava que sua surpresa era apenas a sua presença ( o que pra ele jå era mais que suficiente), e queria te encher de amor em forma de beijos e abraços. Mas por mais que você tambÊm queira a mesma coisa, foi obrigada a convencer seu namorado a sair com você para um local especial.
"Me conta, por favor!" Hobi tentava a todo custo conseguir a informação do destino, mas você era uma rocha, mesmo com ele usando de suas armas mais baixas... "Por favorzinho S/n-ie!" Grandes olhos de cachorrinho, voz fofinha e pra fechar com chave de ouro, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mãos para que você não tenha escapatória.
"Hobi... nós jå estamos chegando..." Você tenta mais uma vez, mas seu namorado Ê incrivelmente insistente e começa um ataque de beijos por todo seu rosto. E você agradece profundamente que o motorista emprestado dos meninos, estava muito focado na rua, e não no que se passava no banco de trås do carro, mas só a presença do homem no mesmo espaço fechado, te faz ruborizar levemente.
NĂŁo muito depois vocĂŞs finalmente chegaram ao local, mas a fachada do prĂŠdio nĂŁo deixava Jung descobrir o que era de fato, atĂŠ entrar definitivamente, e ver o grande mural florido, com girassĂłis e o nome do famoso pintor Van Gogh, que ele entendeu o que era.
Hoseok um mĂŞs atrĂĄs havia lhe dito sobre a exposição e em como queria ver, mas por algum motivo ele nĂŁo tinha conseguido os ingressos, e sendo a boa alma que ĂŠ, nĂŁo queria usar o trunfo de ser âHobi do BTSâ, entĂŁo apenas deixou pra lĂĄ. O que ele nĂŁo contava ĂŠ que uma amiga sua tinha conseguido os ingressos, mas nĂŁo poderia mais ir. E unindo o Ăştil ao agradĂĄvelâŚ
Mais uma vez muito feliz, o rapaz não se segura em te abraçar e mais uma vez encher seu rosto com beijos animados. E claro, antes de entrar de fato na exposição, você foi intimada a tirar fotos, junto a ele, somente dele, e uma especial para Taehyung que todos sabem que amaria estar ali.
O resto do seu dia, foi: você colada ao seu namorado, que não poderia estar mais feliz e relaxado, uma vez que estava em um lugar lindo, com a pessoa mais bonita ainda. Hobi estava nas nuvens, e você estava tambÊm (e muito orgulhosa de si mesma por ter planejado o dia). Vocês fizeram remarcaçþes sobre as obras, e Hoseok conseguia fazer as interaçþes serem ainda mais divertidas.
Quando terminaram, voltaram para o quarto de hotel muito mais calmos e relaxados. O moreno te abraçava de lado enquanto provocava Taehyung no grupo dos amigos. Dizer que vocĂŞ estava em paz era compreensĂvel.
Mas seu namorado ĂŠ Jung Hoseok, e ele estava mais que feliz pela surpresa, e queria demonstrar do jeitinho dele. EntĂŁo agora jĂĄ de volta ao seu quarto de hotel, enquanto terminava de se arrumar para dormir, apĂłs um banho relaxante, Hobi que escutava mĂşsica no alto falante do celular, te puxa.
"Camaradas, peguem suas garotas se elas forem bonitas..." Uma de suas mĂŁos, te seguraram pela cintura, mantendo seu corpo prĂłximo ao dele, balançando em seu ritmo, enquanto a outra, segurava sua bochecha enquanto ele cantava baixinho contra seu rosto. "Digam a ela que ĂŠ a Ăşnica, a Ăşnica pra vida todaâŚâ
"Hum...isso quer dizer alguma coisa, Sr. Jung Hoseok?" VocĂŞ brinca, sorrindo, enquanto passa suas mĂŁos pela nuca dele. Sorrindo, seu namorado te rodopia de surpresa, causando um gritinho sair de vocĂŞ, mas quando ĂŠ rodada de volta para os braços do rapaz, seus batimentos cardĂacos aumentaram, nĂŁo pelo choque, mas sim por seu olhar sob vocĂŞ, e principalmente sobre as palavras que ele solta:
ă ⌠PἲΚrΚáĽg ⌠ă NonIdol! Ateez x Fem. Reader
âď¸ : Sextou com S de "sim, eu editei e estou recostando meu primeiro trabalho aqui" IncrĂvel como esse ĂŠ um dos Ăşnicos que nĂŁo me da vontade de bater a cabeça na parede atĂŠ perder a consciĂŞncia. Enfim, esse ĂŠ um conteĂşdo bem leve, nĂŁo acho que precise de nenhum aviso, mas se encontrarem alguma coisa, me avisem please!
Boa leitura! đ¤
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Apesar da atração que Kim sentia por você ser algo antigo dentro dele, ele prometeu a sà que não iria 'colocar os pÊs entre as mãos'. Tendo em vista que foi hå pouco que tomou coragem para se declarar, e estava esperando algum sinal vindo de você, para não a assustar.
Portanto, sempre que podia, ele te convidava para o visitar em seu estúdio, e claro! Você os aceitava de bom grado, levando jantar, lanches, bebidas⌠PorÊm cada noite que Hongjoong passava com você, ele sentia seu autocontrole se esvair lentamente por seus dedos.
E entĂŁo aconteceu.
Em uma de suas visitas noturnas para passar um tempo com ele. Ambos falavam de seu dia, e ele resolveu então te mostrar uma música que tinha feito - de você, sobre você, para você. Conforme escutava, as palavras do rapaz sobre como ele te via, sentiu seu coração bater mais forte e não conseguir controlar a emoção que passou a transbordar por seus olhos.
Sem perceber, sua mão estava entrelaçada com a do moreno, a segurando firme, e ele se manteve em seu lugar, atÊ o som se acabar.
De frente um para o outro, foi impossĂvel nĂŁo se perder em seus olhos, e nĂŁo notar que o sentimento era puro e recĂproco. Kim entĂŁo levou a mĂŁo livre para seu rosto, acariciando a bochecha.
âEu prometi pra mim mesmo que ia esperar seu tempo... mas posso te beijar?" a voz de Kim era baixa, nĂŁo sĂł pela proximidade dos dois, mas tambĂŠm por que naquele momento parecia que seus sentimentos estavam altos o suficiente para o mundo todo ouvir. Sua resposta foi tĂŁo baixa quanto a questĂŁo, o tirando da sua agonia. Kim Hongjoong se aproximou lentamente, ambas as respiraçþes se misturando, atĂŠ que seus lĂĄbios se tocassem, em um beijo doce e intenso, assim como Hongjoong.
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Era seu quarto encontro seguido com o rapaz, e vocĂŞ nĂŁo poderia negar que estava tendo a melhor semana da sua vida. Foram a jantares, picnics, uma feira de rua, museus...e o moreno a todo momento se mostrava muito gentil e carinhoso com vocĂŞ. Mas foi quase impossĂvel nĂŁo deixar de pensar um pouquinho a mais na situação.
Claro, vocĂŞs estavam saindo a poucos dias, mas jĂĄ se falavam por muitos mais, e sempre deixou claro seu interesse no rapaz, e como nĂŁo? Seonghwa ĂŠ um homem bonito, gentil, bem humorado, e parecia ter se encaixado muito bem com seus gostos, vontades e sonhos.., mas porque ainda nĂŁo tinham se beijado?
ApĂłs mais uma noite incrĂvel onde foi levada para o cinema e logo em seguida um jantar, Park te deixou - segundo suas prĂłprias palavras - "completamente inteira e segura"em casa, mas ainda nĂŁo conseguiram se despedir corretamente um do outro, sempre surgindo algum outro tĂłpico para a conversa dos dois.
"Muito obrigada, vocĂŞ definitivamente fez minha semana melhor" vocĂŞ confessa apĂłs as risadas diminuĂrem e nĂŁo conseguirem mais parar de se encarar, ainda com um sorriso bĂŞbado.
"VocĂŞ nĂŁo faz ideia de como passei a ficar ansioso por nossos encontros..." ele admite tambĂŠm, ambos sorrindo largo. Ă quando a questĂŁo surge em sua mente, mas com vergonha, tenta afastĂĄ-la rapidamente. O que nĂŁo contava era que Seonghwa jĂĄ conhece cada micro expressĂŁo sua, e soube na hora que algo tinha cruzado sua linda cabecinha.
âEstĂĄ tudo bem?"seu tom ĂŠ gentil, te quebrando mais uma vez. Com um aceno de cabeça, vocĂŞ desconversou, perguntando sobre seus planos para o dia seguinte, e se ele nĂŁo acreditou em vocĂŞ de fato, nĂŁo comentou nada.
Poucos minutos depois - apĂłs uma mensagem preocupada de Hongjoong - ficou claro que realmente precisavam se despedir um do outro. EntĂŁo na hora do tchau - definitivo - Seonghwa se aproximou lentamente, segurando seu rosto com ambas as mĂŁos. Conforme se aproximavam, ficou mais difĂcil de respirar, e vocĂŞ com certeza imaginou ser possĂvel ouvir seu coração bater dentro da caixa torĂĄcica. O perfume que Park usava, seu toque gentil em sua nele tudo se tornou tĂŁo intenso que seus olhos se fecharam antecipando o que vinha em seguida.
E quando sentiu os låbios de Seonghwa em sua testa não soube mais o que fazer. Ele estava sendo o perfeito cavalheiro, tudo parecia tão mågico e perfeito... por que ainda não se beijaram? Ele não sentia atração? Ele não a queria do mesmo jeito, e, portanto, não sabia como te dar um fora?
Seus pensamentos estavam a mil, pensando em todos os pĂŠssimos cenĂĄrios entre vocĂŞ e Seonghwa quando de repente sentiu seus lĂĄbios serem tocados pelos dele. Mil borboletas surgiram em seu estĂ´mago, sentindo a pele macia dos lĂĄbios do rapaz no seu, e nĂŁo restou mais nada alĂŠm dele. Nada alĂŠm de Park Seonghwa.
đJἹáĽáĽg YáĽáĽháĽ
ă ⌠áŻOááS ⌠ă: 549 palavras
Jeong Yunho. Simplesmente o homem perfeito. Alto, bonito, bem educado, talentoso, fofo, engraçado⌠e seu melhor amigo. Quanta sorte, ein?! Ter a pessoa perfeita pra você bem ao seu lado, mas ao mesmo tempo não pode o ter de verdade..
Mas lå estava você, tentando o superar, saindo com mais um rapaz, mais um garoto que conheceu, mas sem conseguir exatamente tirar seu melhor amigo da cabeça.
Enquanto observa o moreno comprar dois sorvetes para vocĂŞs, sua mente dispara argumentos contra si: NĂŁo seja tĂŁo injusta! Han Jisung tambĂŠm ĂŠ legal, ĂŠ fofo, ĂŠ engraçadoâŚsĂł nĂŁo como YunhoâŚ
Quando Han retorna com suas sobremesas, ele parecia muito feliz! E vocĂŞ tentou imitar a felicidade em seu sorriso, provavelmente falhando um pouco. Mas felizmente logo ficou de fato animada com o rumo que a conversa passou a tomar, animada o suficiente para que por alguns minutos vocĂŞ pudesse esquecer sobre seu melhor amigo...atĂŠ o ver parado bem ali na sua frente.
Os trĂŞs se encaram por alguns segundos atĂŠ voltarem para a realidade. VocĂŞ sabia que nĂŁo era errado sair com outros caras, nĂŁo namorava Yunho, mas por que entĂŁo parecia que vocĂŞ acabou de ser pega o traindo?
Por que ele estava se sentindo traĂdo? E pior, por vocĂŞ? Jeong Yunho sabia que nĂŁo era seu namorado, entĂŁo porque te ver ali com um conhecido dele, se divertindo e sorrindo fez seu coração acelerar do jeito errado?
A questĂŁo ĂŠ que os dois sĂŁo muito Ăłbvios. Talvez nĂŁo um para o outro, mas pra literalmente todo o mundo, sim. Qualquer um que os visse juntos, mesmo agora, entenderia que hĂĄ algo que precisa ser resolvido. E mesmo Jisung, assim que viu vocĂŞs se observando de longe, entendeu que hĂĄ muito mais que ele (e atĂŠ vocĂŞ) ainda nĂŁo sabem.
"Hey! NĂŁo sabia que estavam por aqui..." Yunho ĂŠ o primeiro a comentar quando se aproximam. Seu sorriso ĂŠ falso, vocĂŞ sabe. e nĂŁo ajuda nada quando ele nĂŁo consegue te olhar direito
"Pois Ê, achamos que era um bom dia para tomar sorvete..."' Jisung responde apontando para o cÊu, jå que sua garganta parecia não conseguir produzir um som sequer. O moreno ao seu lado suspira, entendendo a situação e não querendo estender mais que o necessårio, sabendo que não Ê justo com nenhum dos três continuar ali "Bom, Y/n obrigada pelas dicas com a Yeji, acho que Ê hora de eu ir colocå-las em pråtica.."
Sua cabeça vira tão forte e råpida que quase te faz ficar tonta. E jå que o olhava confusa, não podia ver o brilho de esperança crescer nos olhos do seu melhor amigo. Saindo de cena, Jisung pisca pra você, indicando o rapaz agora ao seu lado, que o espera se afastar um pouco mais.
"EntĂŁo a Yeji." ĂŠ o que o rapaz diz, te cutucando com os ombros, e vocĂŞ ri fraco repetindo suas palavras " Confesso que pensei que estavam saindĆĄ"
"Por que? Isso te incomoda?" VocĂŞ resolveu testar os limites, afinal Han nĂŁo poderia ter saĂdo daquele jeito pra nada, certo? Aquilo era um sinal, certo?
"Sim" Yunho decide desabafar. afinal te ver ali com alguĂŠm diferente. foi um sinal, nĂŁo foi? Um sinal de que ele poderia te perder se nĂŁo tomasse uma atitude certa? Os dois param de andar e ficam um de frente para o outro, pensamentos a mil, imaginando o que pode acontecer a qualquer momento.
"Eu...Eu..." Yunho começa a gaguejar, e você tem medo do que ele vai dizer, e faz a coisa mais impulsiva e arriscada que poderia fazer.
Sem pensar duas vezes, Yunho cola seus låbios. Piscando algumas vezes, o loiro passa a compreender a situação, que ele mesmo os colocou, antes de se entregar.
Apesar de ter sonhado vårias vezes, nunca pensou que poderia realmente estar colada sob o corpo de Yunho, suas mãos enroscadas em sua nuca, te puxando para mais perto, na mais sincera declaração de amor... e mesmo assim, aqui estå você.
đKἲáĽg YἹáĽáĽáĽ˛áĽg
ă ⌠áŻOááS ⌠ă: 489 palavras
Wooyoung ĂŠ um dos seus melhores amigos, um amor de pessoa, de verdade! Um menino fofo, gentil, engraçado, e um pouquinho provocador demais⌠mas ĂŠ claro que ele nĂŁo ia te deixar de fora de suas brincadeiras, mas recentemente, vocĂŞ parecia ser sua maior vĂtima, com suas brincadeiras um pouco mais intensas quando um amigo em comum entre vocĂŞs, Yeosang estava por perto.
Woo o conhecia desde muito tempo, e vocĂŞ o conhecia desde que wooyoung te arrastou para uma festa. Os dois estavam sentados em um canto, com suas bebidas, e cara de tĂŠdio (uma vez que ambos os celulares tambĂŠm acabaram as baterias âYay!) atĂŠ que o moreno, completamente bĂŞbado sentou entre vocĂŞs, abraçando-os ao mesmo tempo.
A partir de então, onde um estava, Wooyoung arrastava o outro para ficarem lado a lado. Tal comportamento fez com que um sentimento involuntårio e incontrolåvel surgisse em você, e por mais que tentasse disfarçar, não conseguia esconder nada de seu melhor amigo, que por conta própria decidiu que seria o cupido do casal, e juntaria os dois.
E assim vocês se encontram novamente, em um bar karaokê, sentada ao lado do rapaz loiro, enquanto observavam wooyoung e mais alguns amigos cantando para o público ali. Talvez o ålcool estava começando a fazer efeito em você, pois sem perceber, ao invÊs de assistir seus amigos bêbados cantarem horrivelmente no karaoke, você encarava a figura de Yeosang ao seu lado. E se atÊ o restante do grupo percebeu, sua carinha de apaixonada, não demoraria para que o próprio rapaz se tocasse.
âVocĂŞ estĂĄ bem?â A voz baixa do dito cujo quase te assustou, jĂĄ que ele nĂŁo virou o rosto pra te encarar, mas se recostou no banco ao seu lado, te olhando. VocĂŞ percebeu um tom avermelhado em sua bochecha, mas imaginou que a bebida estava passando a afetĂĄ-lo tambĂŠm.
Felizmente a pouca sanidade que ainda lhe restava, a fez perceber que não poderia mais o encarar, então apenas acenou afirmativamente com a cabeça, e virou para frente, se surpreendendo com todos os outros em cima do palco, disputando por um microfone antes da música começar.
Quando âDaddyâ do Psy começou a tocar, todos se entrosaram na coreografia, muito rĂĄpido, e de um jeito muito engraçado. Estava tĂŁo absorta na apresentação deles, que mal notou quando Yeosang se aproximou, colocando seu braço no apoio acolchoado.
Em alguns segundos de coragem, tambÊm presenteado pela bebida, e a dispersão dos amigos, Kang tocou sua bochecha, deslizando seus dedos atÊ seu queixo, levemente guiando-a em sua direção, para encarå-lo.
O rosto bonito de Yeosang, tinha um sorriso ainda mais bonito, e ele mesmo não acreditava no que estava fazendo. Fechando os olhos, seu toque leve se tornou firme em seu queixo, quando seus låbios finalmente se tocaram. Você sentiu a respiração do rapaz falhar, antes de ele se aprofundar no ósculo.
Em algum lugar ao longe, seu cĂŠrebro registrou uma gritaria sem fim, mas nĂŁo se deu o trabalho de ver o que seus amigos estavam comemorando. NĂŁoâŚagora vocĂŞ estava finalmente beijando Kang Yeosang e seus doces lĂĄbios de mel.
đCháĽÎš SἲáĽ
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SĂĄbados Ă noite tendem a significar grandes noites para pessoas jovens, como vocĂŞ. Bom, para as outras pessoas da sua idade, jĂĄ pra vocĂŞ ĂŠ um sĂĄbado diferente. Bom, nĂŁo ĂŠ ruim, mas especial por um detalhe: vocĂŞ vai lavar roupa. Sozinha. OuâŚquase isso.
Pode parecer coisa boba para qualquer um, mas a questĂŁo estĂĄ no fato de que vocĂŞ nunca tenha lavado sua roupa sozinha antes, e muito menos em uma lavanderia comunitĂĄria, e menos ainda em uma nova cidade. Claro, mudar para Seul teve seus benefĂcios, mas entender como a cidade funciona ainda ĂŠ um detalhe a se trabalhar.
Alguns desses benefĂcios vieram em forma humana... 8 formas humanas, na verdade. ApĂłs conhecer um grupo de amigos na faculdade, que praticamente te adotou, viver em um lugar desconhecido passou a ser menos complicado e solitĂĄrio. E jĂĄ que sĂŁo almas boas e caridosas, um deles decidiu que nĂŁo seria muito incĂ´modo abrir mĂŁo de sair sĂĄbado Ă noite para te ajudar com suas roupas sujas.
EntĂŁo aqui estamos, vocĂŞ e Choi San sozinhos com um grande amontoado de roupas sujas para serem lavadas. O homem te explicava calmamente sobre cada ciclo, nĂveis de ĂĄgua, tipos de tecidos, e o melhor jeito de separar suas roupas, mas tudo o que sua mente conseguia focar era no modo como os olhos dele pareciam brilhar sob a luz horrĂvel do lugar, ou entĂŁo como os lĂĄbios dele faziam um leve biquinho quando ele falava algumas palavras
âE vocĂŞ nĂŁo estĂĄ ouvindo metade do que estou falando...â o moreno ri quando uma pergunta feita por ele nĂŁo obtĂŠm uma resposta alĂŠm de uma vocĂŞ o encarando. San sorri levemente envergonhado quando vocĂŞ pisca tentando voltar Ă realidade.
âDesculpa, ĂŠ que Ê⌠muita informaçãoâŚâ desconversou rapidamente se sentindo corar levemente por ter sido pega âmelhor eu pegar um carrinho para colocar isso...â vocĂŞ sorri fraco se afastando do rapaz o mais rĂĄpido possĂvel. Claro que vocĂŞ nĂŁo sabe o que deu em vocĂŞ, San ĂŠ um homem bonito, vocĂŞ nĂŁo ĂŠ cega, nem estĂşpida para negar isso, mas desde quando encara um amigo seu assim?
Enquanto se perdia mais uma vez em sua prĂłpria cabeça, mal podia compreender a mulher que pegava o carrinho de suas mĂŁos. Chocada com tal atrevimento, o segurou mais forte, chamando a atenção da senhora, que apenas desdenhou do que disse, debochando de seus protestos âNĂŁo deveria ter deixado por aĂ entĂŁo, mocinhaâ
âO que?! Eu estou literalmente segurando ele...â vocĂŞ argumenta, mas a senhora entĂŁo começou a puxar o carrinho, te obrigando a segurar ainda mais firme, para nĂŁo a deixar vencer essa pequena disputa. Do outro lado da lavanderia, San te observava preocupado se deveria interferir, ou te deixar vencer sua primeira briga de lavanderia sozinha, mas estava inegavelmente pronto para intervir a qualquer momento.
âTudo bem, se a senhora quer tanto o carrinho...â VocĂŞ começou a falar, mal acreditando no que faria a seguir, âVai ter que me levar com ele!â Passando rapidamente uma perna e depois a outra, vocĂŞ estava sentada dentro do tal carrinho, encarando a senhora que estava perplexa. NĂŁo demorou mais que dois segundos para ela rolar os olhos, e desistir do conflito.
âMuito bem!â Choi San surge sorrindo completamente contente com seu feito, e vocĂŞ estava orgulhosa de si mesma. Ambos sorriam de orelha a orelha, eufĂłricos com a situação. San se aproximou de vocĂŞ ainda no carrinho, te elogiando e se aproximando para um abraço, enquanto vocĂŞ mal processava que nĂŁo sĂł ganhou a discussĂŁo, mas como tambĂŠm que o rosto de San estava muito, muito prĂłximo do seu.
AtÊ que em um desentendimento da sua parte, seus låbios tocaram os de San por um milÊsimo de segundo, antes dos dois se afastarem surpresos e de coraçþes batendo forte em seus peitos. As desculpas começam a sair, e então você jå não sabe mais se sua noite pode piorar ou ficar mais humilhante, quando de repente os låbios de San estão colados nos seus mais vez, mas intencionalmente.
đSáĽáĽg ę§ÎšáĽgΚ
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VocĂŞs nĂŁo tinham combinado de sair, exatamente. Mas de alguma forma se encontraram e nĂŁo se soltaram durante o dia, sem se cansar da companhia um do outro.
Ă um dia frio no inverno da CorĂŠia, e ambos estavam sentindo o vento gĂŠlido entrar por entre suas milhares de roupas, que agora se mostravam nĂŁo tĂŁo eficazes, e para ajudar a sorte dos dois, todos os restaurantes onde nĂŁo somente as comidas, mas tambĂŠm como todo o ar quente estava, se mantinham incrivelmente cheios. Em um deles, vocĂŞs mal conseguiram entrar pela porta, o que era chocante, aquilo nunca aconteceu antes.
Mas a fome estava apertando os dois, e contrariando todas as suas vontades, nĂŁo viram outra saĂda a nĂŁo ser comprar duas porçþes de Tteokbokki para comerem juntos na rua. Mas tinha apenas um pequeno detalhe: seriam obrigados a tirar suas luvas quentinhas. Mas tudo bem, tudo bem, vocĂŞs tinham umas barriguinhas para esquentar.
E lå estavam vocês dois, sentados lado a lado em um banco perdido na calçada, os joelhos se roçando, conversa sendo jogada fora, o tteokbokki se foi, mas vocês acabaram demorando para perceber, causando assim mãos incrivelmente geladas.
Quando Mingi percebeu o frio que parecia atravessar sua pele e ir direto para seus ossos, juntou as embalagens no lixo, e se aconchegou mais perto ainda de vocĂŞ, sendo atentamente observado por vocĂŞ o tempo todo. Com o moreno agora mais perto, vocĂŞ nĂŁo pĂ´de deixar de reparar em toda a beleza que aquele homem tem. O desenho de seus olhos, seu nariz tĂŁo...perfeitamente colocado, o tom rosado que pintou em suas bochechas, e o formato da sua boca. Ela sempre foi tĂŁo bonita assim?
VocĂŞ foi tirada de seus pensamentos, no momento em que as grandes mĂŁos do rapaz seguraram as suas, tĂŁo pequenas comparadas, e passou as assoprar, para levar um pouco de calor humano Ă sua pele.
Agora todo o clima divertido entre vocĂŞs se transformou em um momento de expectativa. Aquele momento de quando o casal do filme estĂĄ perto, e estĂŁo se olhando, e vocĂŞ sabe o que vai acontecer...atĂŠ que acontece, e ĂŠ incrivelmente mĂĄgico. Bom, lĂĄ estavam vocĂŞs dois.
Então uma das mãos de Mingi, calmamente tirou uma mecha de seu cabelo do seu pescoço, deixando a mão em sua nuca, te surpreendendo com o calor da mesma, trazendo um leve arrepio à sua pele. Seus rostos se aproximaram lentamente, e quando viu, as pontas de ambos os narizes tocaram.
âY/n?â o moreno te chama, voz baixa e suave, enquanto ele começou a te dar beijinhos de esquimĂł, acariciando seu nariz com o prĂłprio. âSimâ sua resposta lhe foi dada no mesmo tom. âPosso?â Mingi nĂŁo precisava especificar o seu pedido, vocĂŞ entendeu bem suas intençþes, e com medo de sua voz falhar, respondeu apenas com um sinal afirmativo de sua cabeça.
E depois do que pareceu demorar muito mais do que realmente demorou, vocĂŞ sentiu os doces e gentis lĂĄbios de Song Mingi contra os seus. E mesmo que tenham decidido voltar para casa, e ter um pouco mais de privacidade, o frio congelante da Coreia ainda foi uma boa desculpa para os dois se manterem coladinhos no sofĂĄ, trocando beijinhos.
đJáĽáĽg WáĽáĽáĽĄáĽáĽáĽg
ă ⌠áŻOááS ⌠ă:458 palavras
VocĂŞ nĂŁo era muito de festa, mas ele? Ele era a prĂłpria festa. NĂŁo importa onde fosse, com quem estivesse, Jung Wooyoung atraia a atenção pra ele da melhor forma possĂvel. NĂŁo que isso incomodasse vocĂŞ, pelo contrĂĄrio, vocĂŞ gostava de o ver se divertindo.
A festa dessa vez era na casa de San e muitos amigos (e desconhecidos) estavam lĂĄ, muitas brincadeiras de gente bĂŞbada, gente conversando e gente dançando. JĂĄ vocĂŞ? Estava em um canto, com sua bebida em mĂŁos observando o cara com quem tem saĂdo andando de um lado para outro. Era incrĂvel como ele conseguia se encaixar em diversos grupos, e fazer todos se sentirem confortĂĄveis com ele. Uma prova disso, ĂŠ vocĂŞ.
O completo oposto do rapaz: bem introvertida e na sua, apenas se esforçando para fazer o seu com os seus. E alguma coisa no seu jeito chamou a atenção do rapaz, que se viu ansioso pra te ver todos os dias na cafeteria...na sala da faculdade...nos eventos e festas...
âA bela dama estĂĄ acompanhada?â a voz do prĂłprio wooyoung te tira do seu transe, sorrindo como uma criança sapeca. VocĂŞ acaba refletindo o mesmo em seu rosto.
âInfelizmente, talvez vocĂŞ deve ter o visto por aĂ em algum lugar...â ele observa enquanto vocĂŞ finge procurar pela festa. Se aproveitando do momento divertido, o moreno dĂĄ um passo Ă frente e enlaça sua cintura com um braço, puxando seu corpo mais pra perto. VocĂŞ tenta se convencer que foi apenas para ele te ouvir melhor sob a mĂşsica alta, enquanto suas bochechas assumem um tom avermelhado pelo gesto Ăntimo. VermelhidĂŁo essa que nĂŁo passa despercebida pelos olhos de gato de Wooyoung, que sorri, passando a mĂŁo delicada sob a pele do rosto.
âQue cara idiota, deixar uma garota tĂŁo bonita assim, sozinha...â vocĂŞ estava hipnotizada, naquela sala era apenas vocĂŞ e ele. Jung Wooyoung e seu brilho jovial em seus olhos, seu sorriso encantador e seu perfume amadeirado que era simplesmente sua marca registrada. âNunca se sabe quando um outro idiota vai tentar rouba-la...â
A mĂŁo que estava em seu rosto, desce lentamente para sua nuca, te puxando ainda mais pra perto, e acelerando seu pulso, quase tĂŁo efervescente quanto as batidas da mĂşsica. NĂŁo conseguia mais negar que estava realmente gostando dele, enquanto seu olhar ia de seus olhos a sua boca âAh ĂŠ? Talvez eu goste mais desse idiota aqui, entĂŁoâ
Ambos sorriram, bĂŞbados um do outro. O beijo aconteceu como Wooyoung aconteceu na sua vida: intenso, de tirar o fĂ´lego e dar inveja nĂŁo somente nas garotas, mas em qualquer pessoa que passasse pelos dois naquele momento.
đCháĽÎš JáĽáĽgháĽ
ă ⌠áŻOááS ⌠ă: 666 palavras
Choi Jongho diferente do que muitos acreditam na universidade, nĂŁo ĂŠ uma pessoa muito difĂcil de lidar, ou entender. Sim, no começo ele demorou a se acostumar com sua presença, mas conforme os professores insistiam em juntar os dois durante as aulas, ele acabou se deixando levar.
E por isso, em menos tempo do que muitos pensavam, vocĂŞs jĂĄ entendiam tudo um sobre o outro. Choi passou a compreender que quando seu humor nĂŁo estava dos melhores, significava que seu estoque de cafeĂna jĂĄ estava nos Ăşltimos, e vocĂŞ, que quando ele estĂĄ muito calado, Jongho precisava apenas de um tempo para ficar sozinho.
PorĂŠm, de uma hora para outra, o rapaz passou a te evitar. Seu primeiro choque aconteceu quando ao entrar o laboratĂłrio, ao invĂŠs de se sentar na bancada em que costumam se sentar, Jongho passou por vocĂŞ em sua bancada, e se sentou ao lado de San nos fundos - ação essa que deixou nĂŁo somente vocĂŞ, mas tambĂŠm San e Wooyoung confusos, e sem suas duplas tĂpicas. E entĂŁo nas seguintes aulas, o moreno passou a te ignorar como se fosse uma praga bĂblica, mas mesmo pensando, vocĂŞ simplesmente nĂŁo conseguiu encontrar a razĂŁo para isso.
Em algum momento do dia, vocĂŞ finalmente o encontrou na quadra da escola, ao ar livre, o que nasceria estranho se nĂŁo fosse pelo fato de estar chovendo fortemente o Ăşnico detalhe ĂŠ que estava chovendo fortemente.
âVocĂŞ estĂĄ louco?â sua voz soou tĂŁo forte, ruidosa e ensurdecedora quanto um trovĂŁo que iluminou o cĂŠu naquela hora. O rapaz olhou para trĂĄs, assustado, assim como deveria, mas o moreno apenas se virou para a direção contrĂĄria da que vinha. O que sĂł aumentou sua ira âHey! Choi Jongho!â
Conforme você avançava, seus passos eram pesados e cada vez mais decididos, ignorando completamente a chuva forte que batia em sua cabeça, a ensopando completamente. Jongho só te viu tão brava assim, uma vez, e esperou não ver nunca mais. A grande ironia Ê que agora, ele era o motivo por que você estava assim.
Quando finalmente chegou perto do rapaz, nĂŁo pensou duas vezes em perguntar o porquĂŞ dele estar te evitando o dia todo. E como jĂĄ esperava, Choi tentava se desviar de vocĂŞ, se fechando cada vez mais.
âNĂŁo tente fugir de mim, de novo!â ficou exasperada quando o moreno passou a se virar de costas para vocĂŞ, mais uma vez, tentou o segurar, mas acabou pisando em falso e quase caindo. Quase. Os braços de Choi Jongho te seguram firme, fazendo seu coração bater mais forte, e suas bochechas corarem, como se estivessem em uma cena de filme.
Em silĂŞncio, ele te coloca em pĂŠ, respirando pesado, mas sem conseguir tirar os braços de sua cintura. âJong, por que?â em um oposto total ao seu tom de voz quando chegou no lugar, e mesmo sem conseguir te olhar, Jongho suspirou e falou em uma voz tĂŁo baixa, que sĂł ouviu pois estava muito prĂłxima dele âeu vi vocĂŞ com ChenleâŚâ. Aquilo nĂŁo explicou nada, mas vocĂŞ estava focada demais em nĂŁo parecer autoconsciente com o aperto dele em sua cintura.
âVocĂŞs estavam rindo, e pareciam tĂŁo Ăntimos⌠me incomodou um poucoâ Jongho, seu melhor amigo sentiu ciĂşmesâŚdo Chenle? Uma de suas mĂŁos vai para o braço forte do rapaz, que ainda evita seu olhar, envergonhado e sentido com toda a situação. âJong, vocĂŞ ĂŠ meu melhorâŚâ
Estava falando quando Choi dĂĄ uma risada seca, repleto de ressentimento. Sem falar nada mais, Jongho te solta, e mais uma vez tenta se afastar de vocĂŞ. VocĂŞ volta Ă grita-lo, com medo de sair do lugar e escorregar no chĂŁo liso e molhado.
Choi para de andar, e respirando pesado volta a nĂŁo somente ficar Ă sua frente, mas tambĂŠm te segurar pela cintura ainda mais firme que antes.
âEsse ĂŠ o problema! Eu sou seu melhor amigo! E ĂŠ apenas isso.â NĂŁo aguentou mais segurar todos os sentimentos que a muito guarda em si, e começou a despejĂĄ-los em vocĂŞ âVocĂŞ nĂŁo percebe? Eu me apaixonei por vocĂŞ! Desde quando surgiu pela primeira vez brava sĂł por que nĂŁo tinha tomado cafĂŠ! Foi a coisa mais ridĂcula, e mais atraente que vi na vida! E nĂŁo sĂł isso, vocĂŞ ĂŠ inteligente, engraçadaâŚâ
O moreno estava tão ocupado proclamando seus sentimentos, e tudo o que você estava vendo era sentir seu coração palpitando com as emoçþes transbordando de você. A parte engraçada Ê que você sentia o mesmo que ele, e jå tinha percebido a muito mais tempo, e Chenle estava na verdade tirando com a sua cara.
Seus grandes e expressivos olhos o encarando em choque, e apesar de estar completamente feliz, tambĂŠm estava paralisada, fazendo com que Choi entendesse errado seu silĂŞncio âĂ melhor eu irâ
Despertando do seu transe, e apavorada com a possibilidade de ter que perseguir o moreno pela Universidade novamente, vocĂŞ age rapidamente, e o segura pelo colarinho, e colando ambos os lĂĄbios em um beijo um tanto confuso. No momento em que se separaram, passaram a se encarar, com apenas uma coisa em mente: Oh.
âď¸: Uma dessas coisas ĂŠ minha favorita, uma dessas coisas tinha potencial, e uma dessas coisas nĂŁo deveria estar ai...
đŹ Ai gente, a vida do CLT realmente nĂŁo ĂŠ fĂĄcil nĂŠ?! Sou recepcionista de academia (horista) e caso fossemos fechar hoje, eu ia receber praticamente 2 reais por fechar mais cedo.
Felizmente tivemos a opção de continuar funcionando, e receber normal... o que eu nĂŁo contava era o frio do caralho que meu paĂs SĂŁo Paulo ia nos abençoar hoje đ
Agora estou morrendo de fome e frio, e doida pro Brasil ganhar pra no prĂłximo jogo a gente pedir pra ficar em casa đĽ¸
Aqui vou deixar algumas regrinhas para seguir bem com esse blog, espero que entendam!
đŻ A maioria dos personagens principais sĂŁo artistas de K-pop, porĂŠm nĂŁo significa que eu nĂŁo vĂĄ escrever com outros artistas / figuras;
đŻ Os artistas que escrevo podem ser encontrados na masterlist, porĂŠm nĂŁo posso jurar amor eterno Ă todos (pode ser que alguns eu jĂĄ nĂŁo escreva mais đ¤ˇđťââď¸);
-> Em alguns casos, de saĂda de grupo, serĂĄ opção minha continuar escrevendo com o Idol, ou nĂŁo;
-> Assim como Ê opção minha postar separadamente ou não;
â> JĂĄ deixo avisado que meus trabalhos com o Heesung/Evan, poderĂŁo ser encontrados na parte do Enhypen, e nĂŁo pretendo nĂŁo o mencionar nos trabalhos com o grupo;
-> Quanto ao Mark, a mesma coisa;
â> Isso nĂŁo significa que nĂŁo respeito a posição deles, entĂŁo espero que respeitem a minha, tambĂŠm!;
đŻ Em muitas obras eu tento ser o mais inclusiva possĂvel, porĂŠm apesar de no geral tentar ser o mais neutra possĂvel, acredito que Ă s vezes ĂŠ preciso uma descrição mais especĂfica;
đŻ Aceito pedidos, mas pode ser que demore que pra sair, infelizmente a criatividade as vezes foge de mim, mas com um pouquinho de paciĂŞncia, sai.
đŻMeu objetivo principal ĂŠ de escrever em portuguĂŞs e inglĂŞs, por isso, grande parte do conteĂşdo ĂŠ/serĂĄ traduzido, mas eu tambĂŠm sou uma cachorra preguiçosa, entĂŁo pode ser que nĂŁo... đĽ¸
đŻ Existem algumas coisas que eu nĂŁo me sinto confortĂĄvel escrevendo, elas sĂŁo:
â ConteĂşdo sugestivo/sexual com hĂbridos;
â ConteĂşdo sugestivo/sexual com membros menores de idade (incluindo alguns membros da 001 line) hipĂłcrita, nĂŠ? ;
â HistĂłrias Yandere ;
â Relacionamentos abusivos;
â Incesto;
â Alguns kinks;
Esses sĂŁo os principais, mas nĂŁo se preocupe, podemos conversar e aviso, caso tenha mais alguma coisa.
Nascida em 2001, sou a filha mais velha da casa. Passei minha adolescência toda com a cara nos livros e nas fanfics (nada indicadas para minha idade). Sempre fui apaixonada por literatura, música, dança e muito mais.
Fiquem a vontade para passar por aqui, mesmo que eu seja apenas uma alma passageira por esse aplicativo, sinta-se a vontade! đ
đŹ Fatos aleatĂłrios sobre mim: amo vermelho; se meu cabelo nĂŁo estĂĄ vermelho, estĂĄ preto (Ă s vezes estĂĄ os dois); faço ballet, sapateado e jazz; amo gatos e cachorros.
â summary: you just moved into a new building, right across from three loud guys. two said sorry and the third couldnât care less.
pairing: pshx f!reader,wc: 14k words , genre: enemies to lovers ish, neighbor!au, fluff, romcom w: rude jokes, cussing, kissing
The elevator doors swung open, and soon you stepped out into the third floor hallway. You looked like you were moving in, which in your defenseâŚyou were. The oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, arms hugging a stack of takeout containers and a cactus you had that had pricked you far too many times, but that didnât matter. You were finally on your own.
Unit 3B. That was you now.Â
Your keys jingled in your palm as you found the door, nudged it open with one knee, and stepped into the apartment youâd stared at for months on rental listings. It wasnât huge, but it had a little kitchen with enough space for your mumâs rice cooker, and a balcony that caught the sun in the morning. You spun around in the centre of the room, grinning, almost knocking the cactus you had just placed on the counter in the process.
And by nightfall, the place felt like yours. Your fairy lights were strung up across your living room. Your fridge held exactly a bottle of soda, some tuna you had eaten an hour ago and a bag of unwashed grapes. You lit a vanilla candle, the one your best friend, Jungwon, made you promise to use so you'd remember him⌠even while being so far apart. But Jungwon hated travelling, so in his mind, you'd basically moved to another continent.Â
Jungwon dramatically declared, âYouâre practically moving to another country.â
âJungwon, Iâm literally a two-hour train ride away.â
âThatâs basically Europe.â
You rolled your eyes at the memory, smiling to yourself.
Still, you were glad youâd made the decision to move. Three years ahead of you⌠of being on your own, of learning to be independent, part-time jobs, and what you hopedâŚa future incoming relationship. It should be easy. It should be peaceful. It should beâ
âDUDE!!!â
A scream ripped through your wall.
It came from the wall to your right, a thin wall nudged between you and your neighbours. You could hear celebrations. A voice shouted, âTHAT WAS INSANE!â followed by a loud thump like someone had jumped off the sofa.
You tried ignoring it at first, burying yourself under the blanket like it could block out noise. But 20 minutes in, another screamed âHEâS OFFSIDE, YOU DUMBââ loud enough to rattle the walls, you snapped.
You threw on your hoodie, jammed your feet into slippers, and marched out the front door like you were storming a battlefield. The hallway was dim and quiet, except for the muffled party behind door 3C. You knocked, hard, but polite.
The door creaked open mid-laughter, revealing three guys mid-snack, mid-game.
âHi,â you said, tight smile. âSorry to bother you, but⌠would you mind keeping it down a little? Iâve got a test tomorrow and itâs kinda hard to focus with all the screaming.â
The one with fluffy hair, cute little eyes, nodded immediately. âShit. Sorry, sorry. Totally our bad.â
Another one, long lashes and a goofy smile, actually winced. âDidnât realise it was that loud. Weâll keep it down, promise.â
âAre you new here?â the first one asked.
You nodded. âI just moved in today, actually.â
âOh shit. Mrs Kim moved out?â
âDamn, weâre not getting her kimchi anymore, thatâs for sure.â
âWe gotta eat those store-bought ones that taste like ass.â
The second boy looked at you again, more focused this time. âOh right! Iâm Jake! Itâs great to meet you! Iâm sorry it happened under⌠unfortunate circumstances. But weâll be quieter!â
âIâm Jay, by the way,â the first one added with a small grin, pushing his hair back.
You nodded, smiling slightly. At least they were nice about it. Well, two out of three, anyway.
You glanced past both of them, eyes landing on the third boy slouched on the couch, still holding the controller, gaze fixed on the paused screen like you werenât even there. His jaw clenched once. No name. No hello. Just a subtle, annoyed glance in your direction before he looked away again.
Cool. So he hates you. Thatâs cool with you.
The third guy didnât say anything. Just glanced at you once, then turned back toward the TV.
âUh, thanks,â you said, lips tight, already backing away.
You returned to your apartment and for a blessed thirty minutes, it was quiet.
Then someone scored a goal and the wall shook again.
You blinked slowly at your ceiling, arms folded under your head like the weight of your patience was finally starting to crush your ribs. Okay. So thatâs how it was going to be. You frowned.
And that was literally⌠how war started.
The next morning, fuelled by petty vengeance and two hours of sleep, you grabbed your pastel pink sticky notes and wrote:
âDear 3C, Iâve played FIFA before. It is not that damn fun for you to be out here screaming. Please tone it down. Regards, the zombie in 3B.â
You slapped it on their door. Nothing changed.
And the next day:
âDear 3C, I canât sleep. Kindly shut up <3 With love, the girl one more sleepless night away from writing to the landlord. 3B.â
You half expected them to ignore it. Instead, you found your note missing by mid-afternoon. Gone.Â
For a moment, you felt powerful. Maybe theyâd actually listened.
Then 8:43 p.m. hit and someone in 3C scored a goal so loud you swore the bass from their TV made your candle flicker.
Alright. So it was personal now.
You stormed over to their door again, hands on your hips.. It wasnât that late. You werenât unreasonable. You believed in joy. In freedom. But right now? Rage was the only thing pumping through your system.
You shuffled down the hall with your bunny slippers slapping against the floor, hair in a claw clip that was giving up. You looked deranged. And for the first time, you were fine with that. You banged on their door.
The door cracked open a second later, revealing Jake blinking like a deer in headlights. His hair was messy. He looked mildly afraid.
âWere⌠we being loud again?â
You stared at him, deadpan. âYa think?â
Jake rubbed the back of his neck. âOkay, okay. Iâm so sorry. Itâs Sunghoon. He keeps saying itâs not that loud and we were mid-tournament andââ
âTell Sunghoon that his egoâs not the only thing echoing through these walls,â you snapped, arms crossed. âSome of us are trying to study.â
Behind Jake, you heard a familiar scoff followed by a smug voice yelling, âGod, sheâs so annoying. We were literally whispering.â
You leaned to the side, locking eyes with the third boy slouched on the couch, controller in hand, feet on the coffee table like the world owed him something. He didnât even pause the game this time.
You didnât know what it was about his stupidly symmetrical face but your blood boiled.
âTell this Sunghoon guyâŚhis whispering sounds like a screeching cat,â you said flatly, before spinning on your heel and marching back toward your door when you heard his aggravating voice.
âTell her sheâs overreacting over a couple of friends simply trying to have fun,â Sunghoon fired back from the couch, not even raising his voice.Â
You turned your head just enough to glare over your shoulder. âWell, tell him, his shirt doesnât match his fucking pants.â
Jake looked helpless, standing between you both like a middle child caught in a divorce.
And then, with that same bored tone, Sunghoon called out again, âWell, tell her⌠those slippers are the best thing sheâs worn all week.â
You stopped.
Jake sucked in a breath.
You slowly turned, eyes narrowing. âTell him he wouldnât know good fashion if it came with a user manual and punched him in his freaking face.â
Sunghoon finally glanced away from the TV, meeting your eyes for the first time that night. His lips curved into the most irritating half-smile youâd ever seen.
âTell herââ
Jake stepped in between again, hands raised. âOkay! Okay. Weâre gonna turn the volume down. Like, way down. Like you canât even hear us tiptoe. Right, Sunghoon?â
Sunghoon leaned back against the couch and shrugged. âWhatever. Iâm not the one annoying my neighbors at 9pm on a Friday night. Get some friends.âÂ
You slammed your door shut.
War was back on.
-
The next morning, your plan was simple. A little petty, sure, but necessary.
You stood outside their door in your pyjamas, holding a fresh pack of neon yellow Post-its since your previous ones were used up by the ongoing Post-It war.The hallway was empty. Your bunny slippers made no sound as you padded up to 3C and stuck the first one of the week dead-centre on the door.
âDear 3C, just a gentle reminder that FIFA will not feed you, clothe you, or give you money. Kindly shut up. PLEASE. Warmest regards, 3B.â
You smiled to yourself and floated back to your apartment.
That night? For the first time� Silence. Beautiful, blissful silence. You actually managed to revise two chapters and fall asleep before midnight. You woke up in the morning feeling like a changed woman.
But then you opened your front door.
There, taped neatly to your door, was a blue sticky note with surprisingly neat handwriting.
âDear 3B, you sound like you narrate your life out loud. â 3C.â
Your jaw dropped.
âNarrate your life out loud?â you muttered. âThatâs literally called thinking.â
You marched back into your apartment, flung open your stationery drawer.
âDear 3C, apologies if my internal monologue disrupted your daily FIFA championship. I only talk to myself because your volume settings make it impossible to hear my own thoughts. With all due respect (and ear damage), 3B."
That afternoon, Jay knocked on your door. You hesitated, then opened it a crack. He was holding a bag of convenience store pancakes in one hand.
âPeace offering,â he said. âAlso, I think your notes are hilarious. Jakeâs been collecting them. I think heâs making a scrapbook.â
You blinked. âIs this a joke or something?â
Jay shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe. âNo! Honestly, itâs kinda refreshing.â
Jake popped his head in from behind, grinning. âAlso, your handwritingâs really neat.â
You opened the door a little wider, cautious then shrugged. âYou want some⌠uh⌠spaghetti? I made it this morning.â
âSpaghetti?â Jay tilted his head.
You nodded. âYeah. I usually experiment with food. IâmâŚuhâŚin culinary school.â
Jakeâs eyes widened. âWait, so youâre like⌠a chef?â
âTrying to be.,â you said with a shrug, suddenly a little self-conscious.
They exchanged a quick look before barging in like you'd personally handed them invites at the door.
âThatâs so cool,â Jake said, practically bouncing as he flopped onto your beanbag. âI burnt instant noodles last week. Twice.â
Jay wandered deeper into your living room, his gaze landing on the dusty old guitar leaning against your bookshelf. âDude, check it out! She plays the guitar.â
You rubbed the back of your neck, awkward. âItâs just for fun. Iâm not that good.â
âIâm sure youâre great,â Jake said, already chewing through a mouthful of spaghetti heâd somehow found, and served himself in a bowl you didnât remember offering.
You blinked at him. âDid you justâ?â
âPlate was right there,â he said through a mouthful. âI took it as a sign.â
Jay nodded solemnly. âShe feeds us and plays guitar. Sheâs better than Mrs. Kim already.â
You sighed and closed the door behind them. âIâm starting to think Mrs. Kim left because of the three of you.â
In between bites, Jake nodded without hesitation. âI think so too.â
âWe can be loud,â Jay added, helping himself to another serving.
âHave you thought of⌠not being loud?â
âWe do,â Jay said. âBut then we get loud again.â
You rolled your eyes. âGuys, some of us have school andââ
âWe have school too,â Jake chimed in, mouth full.
âOkay⌠some of us care about sleep.â
Jay perked up. âThatâs why we got you this.â
He dug into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a tiny box, dropping it into your hands.
You squinted at it. âWhatâs this?â
âTheyâre sleep buds,â he said proudly. âThey go in your ears and play white noise and, like⌠ocean sounds or something. Blocks everything out. Even us.â
You stared at the box, then at them.
âInstead of compromising, you got me gear?â
Jake grinned. âYeah. We like you. We want you to be able to sleep⌠through us.â
Jay gave you a thumbs-up. âItâs called adaptation.â
You looked down at the sleep buds in your hands and then back up at the two of them absolutely inhaling your spaghetti like they hadnât eaten in weeks.
You didnât know whether to kick them out or thank them.
So you just sighed, defeated. âYou guys are the weirdest neighbours Iâve ever had.â
Jake beamed. âAww. Youâre the weirdest too.â
And somehow⌠the next day⌠they were back.
You opened the door mid-knock, confused, only to find Jay grinning at you.
âWhatâs for lunch today, boss?â he asked, already halfway through the doorway.
You blinked. âHowâd you know I made something?â
âWe could smell it,â Jake said, stepping in right behind him, holding up a comically large spoon. âSmells so good. Brought my big spoon today. Came prepared.â
âUh⌠I made chowder?â
Jakeâs eyes lit up. âOh my god, I love chowder.â
Jay had already plopped onto the floor cushion, flipping through your Spotify like he owned your iPad. âWhat kind? Clam? Corn? Pumpkin? Wait⌠do people put pumpkin in chowder?â
You stared at them, ladle in hand.
âCorn,â you muttered, shuffling back into the kitchen.
Then the day after that⌠they came again. At this point, it felt less like a surprise and more like a recurring appointment.
âNo fucking way. Kimchi stew? This shit is so good!. Jay, you need to try the beef. Itâs so soft. Howâ howâd you get it so soft? Is this like one of those expensive beef? Wakoo?â
âItâs Wagyu, Jake.â You corrected.
âWagyu~â He sang.
Jay, already mid-bite, nodded with a full mouth. âCan I havefth thefth reshepee?â
You wiped your hands on a dish towel, leaning against the counter with one brow raised. âDo you guys ever eat in your own apartment?â
Jake didnât miss a beat. âNot when you cook like this.â
Jay pointed his chopsticks at you like he was making a closing argument in court. âThis is technically your fault. You fed us once. Thatâs basically a binding contract. Weâre best friends now. Arenât we, Jake?â
Jake nodded, mouth full. âMhmff. Whatever he said.â
You sighed, setting your elbow on the table and dropping your chin into your hand. âIf youâre gonna keep doing this, at least wash the dishes after.â
Jake saluted you with his spoon like you were the captain of a very tiny, soup-based army. âYes, chef.â
You looked at the two of them, one already on his third helping, the other stealing more beef straight from the pot, and shook your head.
This wasnât how your independent, put-together, college life was supposed to go. You were meant to be focused. The mysterious girl on the third floor who only ever came out for groceries and exams.
But maybe⌠with the two of them barging in uninvited, eating like they hadnât seen food in years, and treating your living room like it was theirsâŚ
Maybe you wouldnât feel so lonely after all.
-
It was 9 p.m. Strangely quiet.
Usually, by now, thereâd be at least one goal celebration shaking the walls or someone shouting about a missed penalty. But tonight? Nothing. You didnât let it bother you. You took it as a win.
The balcony door slid open with a soft scrape. You stepped out into the cool night, cradling your little scissors and spray bottle like sacred tools. Your succulents were arranged in a neat line. A few leaves had started to curl. You knelt down, snipping the dead ends carefully.
You shouldâve felt peaceful.
But tonight, something tugged at your chest.Â
You missed Jungwon. You missed your momâs mismatched cutlery and the way your dad always forgot heâd already asked about your grades. Maybe even your pet fish, the one that never did much except float around looking confused.
Jay and Jake were friendly, sure. But they werenât yours. They werenât part of your before. They didnât know the town you came from or the versions of you that existed before now.
And even though you thought youâd settled in... even though you were coping...you were lonely.
Without meaning to, you started speaking out loud â just like you always did.
âItâs fine. Youâll do better tomorrow. Tomorrow you wonât feel as lonely,â you said softly as you misted the leaves. âYouâll be stronger. Youâre gonna get used to this. You can do it.â
But the lie caught in your throat.
Because you were crying already.
You wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, frustrated, betrayed by your own body. You reached for your phone without thinking and hit the contact you swore you wouldnât keep calling every time you got overwhelmed.
Jungwon answered on the first ring.
âWhatâs up?â he asked, casual as ever.
âWonâŚâ you breathed out.
There was a pause. Then: âAre you crying?â
âNo?â
âI can hear you sniffling, you shit.â
âItâs justââ your voice cracked. âItâs hard. Iâm alone all the time. Iâve got no friends. Iâve got no one to talk to. Iâm alone, Won.â
âI know,â he said gently. âI knowâŚâ
There was a pause. You could hear him shifting in bed, his voice soft and serious now. âBut think about it this way, okay? Youâre barely in your first month. Youâre gonna get used to it. Youâre gonna find people. Youâre gonna build something here. It just takes time.â
You bit your lip. âYouâll visit if you can, right?â
âIâll visit,â he promised. âEven if it takes two bloody hours.â
âBut you hate traveling.â
âFor you, Iâd suffer.â
You sniffled. âYouâre just saying that so Iâll hang up.â
âYouâre right because Iâm exhausted from basketball. But also⌠I love you.â
âFine,â you mumbled. âI love you too.â
âChin up. Youâre talented and you deserve to be there. You can do this. Weâre all counting on you.â
âI know.â You exhaled slowly. âGoodnight, Wonnie.â
âNight.â
You ended the call and sat in silence for a moment, letting the cool night air settle on your skin. The tears had stopped. Your hands still smelled like mint and basil and the faint sweetness of the spray bottle. You stared at your succulents, wondering if they ever got lonely too.
Unbeknownst to you, just a few feet away, out on the connected balcony, hidden by the divider, someone had heard everything.
He hadnât meant to eavesdrop. Heâd stepped out earlier, just needing air, needing quiet, needing to be somewhere still for once. And then heâd heard your voice. The words that were not meant for anyone else.
And for the first time, Sunghoon didnât roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.
He just stood there in the dark, one hand gripping the railing, heart a little heavier than before.
He understood more than you thought.
And somewhere between your tears and Jungwonâs voice, he changed his mind about you.
-
The next few days, there was absolute silence. Maybe the food had finally worked some psychological warfare on Jay and Jake. Maybe it was their way of returning the favour. Either way, you werenât about to question it.
You were grateful, to say the least.
Because for the past week, youâd been moping around your apartment. Living alone and striking out as an âindependent bacheloretteâ sounded empowering in theory, but in practice? Maybe you werenât one of those girlies after allâŚyâknow the ones on Instagram who made solitude look like a season of self-discovery instead of a series of breakdowns.
It was Saturday. Youâd spent the entire morning in bed watching a Netflix documentary about some guy swindling people on Tinder, surrounded by crumpled tissue and scented candle smoke that had long turned suffocating. You were still in yesterdayâs hoodie, blanket tangled around your legs.
Three knocks echoed at the door.
You lifted your head from the pillow with a groan, barely alive. The sound came again.
Dragging yourself across the living room, you cracked the door open just a sliver, just wide enough to peek through but not enough to reveal the disaster that was your face, your hair, or your pride.
âUh.â The voice was hesitant. Familiar.
You squinted.
Sunghoon.
You blinked. âWhat are you doing here?â you asked, your voice hoarse from crying and a full night of narrating your own spiral.
âThere was a mix-up with the mail,â he said, holding up a small stack of envelopes.
âOh.â You extended your arm awkwardly through the tiny gap in the door and grabbed the letters. âThanks.â
There was a pause, âI can see your puffy eyes through the gap.â
You scoffed, immediately pulling the door closer. âYou just have to be a smartass about everything, donât you?â
He shrugged, completely unbothered, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. Still standing there.Â
ââŚAre Jake and Jay home?â you asked, trying to sound casual.
His expression twitched, almost amused. âWhy? Trying to steal my best friends again orââ
âNo,â you deadpanned. âI was just wondering. Itâs been⌠quiet this whole week.â
âThey went home to visit their families.â
Oh. Right. Come to think of it, maybe that explained why everything felt extra heavy lately. It was the time of year people usually went home. People surrounded themselves with comfort and familiarity. And here you were, stuck in the city because the train ticket home was just slightly out of budget.
âYou didnât go?â you asked softly.
âCanât,â he shrugged.
âOh.â
There was a beat of silence. Then he tilted his head.
âWell,â Sunghoon said slowly, âif you ever need someone to emotionally rejuvenate you by pointing out your hair looks like a ratâs nest, you know where to find me.â
The words came with the usual venom but the message behind them landed differently.
You stared at him through the gap in the door. You couldnât tell if he was trying to be funny, or⌠sincere, in his own weird, backhanded way. It was strange. Youâd only had three full conversations with the guy. And every single one ended in a WWE tournament.
You narrowed your eyes slightly. âAre you⌠being nice to me?â
He clicked his tongue. âDonât ruin it.â
And with that, he turned and walked back.
-
You finally got up.
There was no movie-worthy breakthrough moment. Just the dull ache in your head from crying too much and the feeling that if you shed one more tear, your eyeballs might actually eject themselves from their sockets. So you moved. You stripped your bed, tossed the mountain of tissues into a trash bag, sprayed half a bottle of disinfectant in the air, and opened every window.
Your apartment looked like it had survived an apocalypse, which, to be fair, was accurate. But you scrubbed it back to life.
By the time you were in the kitchen, your eyes were still a little swollen, but youâd pressed them with cool spoons and a sad little compress until you could see straight again. Kind of.
You pulled out ingredients from your fridge one by one, lining them up like you were preparing for war. Slicing, boiling, julienning, stir-frying. The sound of the pan crackling beneath the glass noodles filled the silence of your apartment. It smelled exactly like it did when your mom used to make it.
You plated it in a wide, shallow bowl. It was delicious. Of course it was. You took pride in it. You always had. Jungwon used to tease you, calling your hands âblessed by Gordon Ramsayâ like everything you touched turned into comfort food. Youâd swat his arm, trying not to smile as he reached for second helpings before youâd even sat down.
You missed him. You missed your family. You missed not having to eat alone on a day like this.
Your eyes drifted to the door.
Would it be stupid? To bring food to Sunghoon? Youâd never really done anything kind for him. Most of your interactions were lined with sarcasm and insults. And yet⌠that one line of his kept replaying in your head, âIf you ever need someone to emotionally rejuvenate you by pointing out your hair looks like a ratâs nest, you know where to find me.â
So maybeâŚmaybe he meant it. Or maybe you were just desperate for company and your noodles were starting to get cold.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you packed the noodles into a clean container, wrapped a rubber band around it, and found yourself standing in front of 3C. Your feet had walked you here without permission. Your hand hovered in the air, ready to knock, but now⌠you hesitated. You werenât here to complain. You werenât here to yell. And that made it harder.
And just before your knuckles could land on the door, it swung open.
Sunghoon stood in front of you, coat already on, scarf looped lazily around his neck. There was a little shine to his hair like heâd styled it, and he looked surprised, mildly confused to find you on his doorstep without any anger evident in your eyes.
âWhat?â he said, voice dry.
You blinked, staring at him. Youâd never really looked at him properly before. Not when he was this put-together. The gel in his hair, the sharp line of his jaw, the way his scarf sat slightly off-center like heâd thrown it on in a rush. You knew he was attractive. You werenât blind. But seeing him now?
Sunghoon was actually⌠pretty handsome.
âIâuhââ you stammered.
His eyes narrowed slightly. âSpit it out.â
âIâuhâI made some⌠stir-fried glass noodles,â you said, stumbling over every syllable. âAnd I know how much it sucks being alone on a day like this, so I thought⌠maybe itâd bring you some kind of familiarity. From home, or something.â
You didnât let yourself overthink it. You shoved the container into his hands, heart pounding.
âBye,â you mumbled, before immediately turning around and marching back to your apartment like youâd just robbed a bank. The door clicked shut behind you.
You pressed your back to it, eyes wide.
Shit.
Was Sunghoon actually hot?
-
Sunghoon stood in the hallway, unmoving. The container in his hands was warm and he stared down at it for a couple of seconds longer than he probably shouldâve.
Jake and Jay had been raving about your cooking for weeks. At first, he thought they were exaggerating. How good could someoneâs food be that it made two of the loudest people he knew voluntarily whisper through a FIFA match?
But heâd seen it with his own eyes, Jake silently fist-pumping the air, mouthing âLETâS FUCKING GOâ after a goal, and Jay barely reacting as he scored. They even created a rule: first one to speak puts a dollar in the Silence Jar. A literal jar. With money.
Sunghoon didnât get it.
And he didnât particularly care to. Not then.
But now, standing in the hallway in his coat and scarf, staring at the gift you shoved into his hands with flushed cheeks, something felt different.
He had been on his way out, actually. There was a bar nearby, nothing special, just a dim-lit spot with quiet music and decent food where no one bothered him. He usually went there whenever Jay and Jake went back home, like they did this time every year. It wasnât that he didnât have familyâhe did. It just wasnât⌠warm. They were always busy. Always somewhere else, even when they were in the same room.
He peeled off his scarf, feet dragging a little as he headed back into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. He set the container on the kitchen counter, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the drawer, and opened the lid.
Steam wafted up instantly, sesame oil, soy sauce, garlic, something subtly sweet he couldnât name. The noodles glistened. They looked homemade. No, they felt homemade.
He picked up a strand and gave it a tentative taste.
His eyes widened before he could even help it.
It was good. Like stupid good. Like how the hell is this girl not running her own restaurant kind of good. Better than anything he wouldâve paid for at that bar tonight.
He stood there in silence, chopsticks hovering mid-air, thinking back.
He wasnât proud of how heâd treated you. Three encounters, three arguments. He remembered each one too clearly. The snark in his voice. The way your expression hardened. The notes on the door.Â
But it wasnât really about you.
He hated being called out. Hated being the problem. Maybe it was ego, or maybe it was the way heâd always felt like he had to be put-together or to say the leastâŚcontrolled. Your presence threw him off. You were loud in a way that was sincere. You didnât filter your emotions. You wore your annoyance on your sleeve and your feelings on your face.
It irritated him. It also⌠made him feel something.
And then there was that night on the balcony.
He hadnât meant to listen. But when he heard your voice cracking through the divider, talking to someoneâŚmaybe it was your boyfriend? Your best friend? Whoever it was about how lonely you were, it hit him harder than it shouldâve.
Because he got it.
He felt it too.
Being alone in a crowd. Having people around but never really with you. That weight in your chest that didnât come from sadness exactlyâŚjust the absence of warmth.
Sunghoon felt it more often than he cared to admit. He loved Jake and Jay, loved them to pieces. They were the kind of people who filled a room with noise and an energy he couldnât really place and who made him laugh even when he didnât want to.
He wanted something more. Something real.
Someone who just⌠saw him.
He sat at his kitchen counter, staring at the container of glass noodles still warm with steam curling from the lid. He wasnât usually impulsive. He didnât do gestures. But maybe tonight called for something a little uncharacteristic.
He stood and reached up, opening the top cupboard where Jake and Jay kept what they called their âemergency date plates.â. The kind of plates you used to impress someone. They only ever brought them out when trying to convince girls they were not, in fact, living in a borderline condemned apartment flat.
He grabbed two.
And then, before he could second guess it, he walked out into the hallway and knocked.Â
Your door creaked open a few seconds later.
You blinked at him, confused. âWhat?â
It almost felt like deja vu. Except now, he was youâŚawkward at the door.
And then it hit him.
He looked at youâŚlike, really looked at you, and for the first time, he realised heâd never actually seen you before.Â
You were wearing a soft pink sleeveless dress, the fabric loose and falling just above your knees, cinched slightly at the waist. Your hair was tied into a side braid, fringe swept slightly to the side, with a few delicate strands left loose to frame your face. You looked like you belonged in a pastel painting.
Shit.
Were you actuallyâpretty?
Nope. Nope. Stop that. Sunghoon blinked hard, trying to erase the thought.
Damn it.
You probably had a boyfriend. Someone smart and warm and emotionally available who FaceTimed you every night and wrote you good morning texts. Someone who missed you from back home.
And besidesâŚsomeone who could cook like you? You could probably bag Jake and Jay at the same time in under a minute if you wanted. Not that you would. But still.
He cleared his throat.
âI, uhâŚâ He held up the plates slightly. âI thought maybe⌠you could join me?â
He wasnât good at this. But his voice was steady.
âOnly if you want to,â he added, quickly. âI just figured. Yâknow. Glass noodles taste better on⌠plates that arenât plastic.â
His eyes met yours.
He was trying.
And this time, it was your turn to blink in disbelief.
-
Sunghoon had returned with the container of glass noodles, now a little colder, a little stickier, but still giving off the faint aroma of sesame oil and soy sauce. Youâd reheated it and plated it up, slightly embarrassed that the presentation wasnât what it had been fresh off the stove, but he didnât seem to care. Or maybe he did, but you couldnât tell, because for the first five minutes, you didnât look at each other.
The clink of chopsticks, the occasional scrape of ceramic, and your ceiling fan. It was awkward. You wondered why he even came. Why he asked in the first place, if he was just going to eat in silence.
âSo,â you said.
âSo,â he said.
You paused.
âYou first.â
âNo, youââ
âOkay, Iâll go first,â he said, cutting himself off. He cleared his throat and set his chopsticks down. âIâuhâI just wanted to say thanks. For the meal.â
You blinked. âOkay.â You nodded slowly. âYouâre⌠shockingly formal when youâre not pissed.â
âIââ Sunghoon let out a breath and leaned back a little in the chair. âI was never pissed.â
âMhm,â you hummed, nodding, eyes narrowed. âSure.â
âI was annoyed, sure. Who likes being called out?â
âI wasnât trying to call you out,â you said, tilting your head. âBut put yourself in my shoes. I have to wake up at stupid oâclock to learn how to make a soufflĂŠ or whatever, and meanwhile, Iâm treated to surround sound yelling and the occasional ceiling vibration.â
He gave a small shrug. âWell, we havenât done it in a while.â
âAnd Iâm grateful,â you replied, lips twitching. âTruly.â
âWe got a silence jar and everything,â he muttered, almost like he didnât want to admit it.
Your eyebrows shot up. âA silence jar?â
He nodded. âYeah. Jay implemented it. He said if we keep it up, weâll have enough for extra toppings on our next pizza night.â
You burst into laughter, the sound surprising even yourself. It came out light and real, and you covered your mouth halfway through. âThatâs⌠honestly? A decent plan.â
âIt can be,â he said with a grin starting to pull at the corner of his mouth. âUntil everyone starts trying to play FIFA like itâs an ASMR video.â
âYou guys actually whisper?â you asked, incredulous.
âWell, yeah. You told us to.â
âI didnât think you would listen,â you said, pointing your chopsticks at him.
Sunghoon shrugged again, his eyes dropping to the plate in front of him. âWell⌠they changed my mind, so.â
He didnât say what he was really thinking.
That it wasnât Jake or Jay who changed his mind. It was that night. The way your voice had carried through the gap in the balcony, fragile and cracking. The way youâd said Iâm alone, Won like it was something that had been sitting inside you for too long, waiting to spill. Heâd realised then maybe he wasnât just an annoying neighbour to you. Maybe he was part of the problem. Maybe heâd been making things harder for someone who was already trying to hold it all together.
âSoâŚâ he said quietly, eyes on his plate, âwhy are you alone during the holidays anyway?â
âCouldnât afford a train ticket,â you said eventually. âI meanâI could have, technically. But thatâd mean I wouldnât have enough money left to buy ingredients for my assignments the next few weeks.â
Sunghoon winced. âOof. Thatâs rough. Must suck.â
You gave a little shrug. âYeah. Itâs fine though.â
He knew it wasnât.
There was a pause. He glanced sideways at you.
âIf you ever⌠feel like you need someone to talk to,â he started, voice casual, âyou could just knock. I have FIFA.â
You snorted. âOh, like Iâd willingly join that mess.â
âItâs actually really fun.â
âHow fun can flinging a ball across a screen with your thumbs be?â
âIt is!â he defended, turning fully toward you.
You raised a brow. âI tried once with my friend and it was so boring.â
âThatâs âcause you werenât playing it right,â he insisted, already standing up. âCome on. Iâll show you.â
âIâm not playing FIFA with you.â
âCome onnn,â he whined, grabbing your wrist and tugging you lightly toward his door.
âGod, this is gonna be so stupid,â you muttered, dragging your feet even as you followed him out.
Inside his apartment, the lights were warm, the couch sunken in like it had been through a war. You sat reluctantly, tucking your knees up as he handed you the controller.
âAlright,â he said, sliding in beside you. âThis is youâTeam Two. All you have to do is use the left joystick to move, the right one to look around. This button to pass, this one to shoot.â
You blinked. âSo many buttons.â
âItâs easy! Just follow what I say.â
âOkay⌠so now I justâ?â You pressed a button and immediately kicked the ball out of bounds.
âNo, noâmove left. Left.â
âI am moving left!â
He glanced over. Your tongue was sticking out slightly in concentration, eyes squinted, brows furrowed. He chuckled before he could stop himself, quickly looking away.
Then you screamed, âI DID IT! DID I DO IT?!â
He turned back just in time to see you score.
Sunghoon yelled, jumping up. âYeah! That was it!â
You stared at the screen, jaw dropping. âHoly shit. Iâm amazing.â
He looked at you again, this time longer. Your eyes were glowing, still locked on the TV. Your fingers tapped at the buttons like you already got it down. You bit your lip when you were focused, tongue sticking out just slightly when you were thinking.
And you were cute. So fucking cute.
The match picked up pace. Suddenly it was 2â2, and both of you were leaning in like your lives depended on it. You were yelling at the controller. He was shouting advice. At one point, your knees knocked, but neither of you noticed. The room was loud, just your voices and the music from the game and the way your laughter filled every corner of his flat.
Then it happened.
You scored.Â
You screamed, controller tossed onto the couch, and before Sunghoon could register what was happening, your arms were around his neck, squeezing him tight as you jumped slightly in place.
âI WON! DID YOU SEE THAT?!â
He froze. Your cheek brushed his jaw, your warmth right up against him. His hands hovered midair like he didnât know whether to hold you back or not.
And then you let go, plopped back onto the couch, and grabbed the controller again like nothing had happened.
Sunghoon didnât move.
For the first time in what felt like forever, his heartbeat stuttered. Sped up like it had been woken from a long, indifferent sleep.
He sat there, silent, staring at you as you shouted at your pixelated team.
And all he could think was well thatâŚhe hadnât planned on crushing on the new girl based on one single positive interaction.
God, he was so screwed.
-
The next few days passed in a blur of almost-conversations.
You and Sunghoon didnât talk much. Not like that night. Just a few polite waves across the hallway, a quiet âheyâ if you caught the elevator at the same time. Respectful nods. The occasional awkward glance if your eyes met for too long.
And then Jake and Jay came back.
And of course, Jake being Jake, invited himself into your apartment before you could even say no.
âI missed your cooking while I was gone,â he sighed dramatically, sinking into the dining chair like heâd returned from war.
âWell, todayâs your lucky day,â you said, flipping through your assignment folder and squinting at the weekâs task. âBecause for todayâs assignment, Iâm supposed toâŚâ you paused. âMake a really mean chicken pot pie.â
Jakeâs eyes lit up. He clapped his hands, nearly tipping his chair over. âCHICKEN POT PIE?!â
Before you could even blink, he leapt up, yanked your door open, and sprinted into the hallway.
âJAY! ITâS CHICKEN POT PIE!â he yelled like it was a fire drill.
From across the hall, Jayâs voice rang out. âWHAT?! NO WAY!â
And thenâanother voice joined them.
A quieter one.
âChicken pot pie?â
You didnât even have time to react before you were suddenly hosting three grown men in your kitchen, all leaning over your counter.
âGuys,â you said, elbow-deep in flour. âI canât focus if youâre all staring at me like that.â
âWeâre just excited,â Jake grinned, chin in his hands.
âWell donât be. Iâve never made this before. It might taste like ass.â
âYour hands are basically blessed by Gordon Ramsay,â Jay declared, grabbing a slice of carrot from the cutting board. âItâs impossible for it to taste like ass.â
You laughed, the sound soft and unexpected even to yourself. âJungwon used to tell me that all the time.â
âOh he did?â Jay echoed, voice teasing.
Sunghoon stood a few steps back from the others, arms crossed loosely, leaning against your fridge. He hadnât said much since stepping into your place, but now he watched the three of you.
The way you smiled when Jay made a joke. The way Jake knew where you kept your mixing bowls. The way your eyes sparkled, just slightly, when you laughed about something from home. The way they got it. The way they knew you.
And the way he didnât.
Sunghoon couldnât explain it but it made his stomach twist. Tight and strange and uncomfortable.
And then he heard it again.
Jungwon.
Who the hell was Jungwon?
His name sounded too casual. Too affectionate. The kind of name you didnât just drop without meaning.
Sunghoon didnât say anything. He just looked down at your countertop, at the flour dusting your hands and the delicate way your fingers shaped the crust, and all he could think wasâ
Why the fuck did he care so much?
You moved around your kitchen with the kind of ease that made it impossible not to watch. Sunghoonâs eyes were locked on you, the way your hair swayed behind your back as you leaned forward to stir something in the pot, the way your sleeves were pushed up.Â
His heart pounded harder than it shouldâve. He tried to brush it off. Maybe he was just hungry. Maybe it was just the smell of garlic and butter making him lightheaded. That had to be it, right?
Except no.
He hadnât planned on feeling like this today. Not when he woke up. Not when he brushed his teeth and went on his phone and told himself heâd stay in his apartment. He hadnât even planned on coming over. And that night the two of you shared noodles? Heâd chalked it up to vulnerability. Nighttime feelings. Nothing serious.
But now it was noon. He was awake. Sober. And you were still somehow making his chest tighten just by existing within ten feet of him.
God. He hated having a crush.
He didnât even realise how lost he looked until Jake spoke up from the side, breaking the spell.
âSo, is Jungwon finally coming?â
This guy again.
Sunghoonâs head whipped toward Jake so fast it mightâve snapped his neck.
You perked up at the mention, a smile blooming across your face without even trying. âYeah! Heâs coming in two weeks! I actually told him about you guys. Heâs kinda excited to meet you.â
That smile. It wasnât fake. It wasnât forced. You looked like someone who meant it. Someone who missed this guy. Someone who talked to him often.
Sunghoon clenched his jaw and looked away, grabbing a water bottle off your counter just to do something with his hands. He twisted the cap a little too hard.
He didnât know who the hell Jungwon was.
But he already didnât like him.
âHeâs coming over?â Jay asked, his mouth still half-full of pie filling.
âYeah,â you said casually, brushing a stray hair behind your ear as you peeked into the oven. âHeâs staying at my place for the week heâs here.â
Staying at your place?
Sunghoon blinked.
He looked around your apartment, eyes scanning every corner like they were going to magically reveal a hidden guest room. But there wasnât one. You lived in a studio. Everything was in one space. Your bed, your desk, your kitchen, your couch. Except⌠there wasnât even a real couch. Just a throw-covered loveseat that barely seated two.
No air mattress in sight. No hidden folding cot. No suspicious lumpy bags that might hold a spare futon.
Just one bed.
His chest tightened.
Where the hell was Jungwon gonna sleep? With you?
He picked at the label on his water bottle, teeth grinding quietly as he stared down at the floor, like it held answers. It didnât.
He wasnât even involved with you. This shouldnât matter. It shouldnât bother him.
But it did. In the most uncomfortable, teeth-clenching, mind-racing kind of way.
-
You stood in front of the three boys, arms crossed, heart racing slightly under your apron. The chicken pot pie sat on the tableâŚgolden brown crust, just the right amount of bubbling over on the sides, the smell of thyme and butter and garlic filling your apartment.
Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon each took a spoonful at the same time like theyâd rehearsed it. You watched them, nervous, scanning their faces.
One by one, their expressions lit up. Jakeâs eyes widened, Jay let out a satisfied groan. Well⌠except Sunghoon. Of course.
He stayed still. Always unreadable. But you caught it. The tiny pause, the way his brows lifted just a fraction. He liked it. He just didnât show it like the others.
âSoââ Jake started.
âGood,â Jay finished, already reaching for more.
Your eyes flicked to Sunghoon. Somehow, his opinion was the one you were waiting on. The one you needed.
âSo?â you asked, staring at him.
He blinked. âWhat?â
âHow is it?â
âItâs good,â he said, nodding once, tone flat as ever.
Your smile dropped. You frowned. âDoesnât seem like it.â
âWhat? I just said itâs good.â
âNo, you said âgoodâ and then frowned and put your spoon down. Usually itâs âItâs good,â then a second bite. Right, boys?â
Jake nodded enthusiastically, chicken still in his mouth. âSheâs right.â
âTotally right,â Jay added, already helping himself to more.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, leaning back slightly. âYouâre all being dramatic.â
You scoffed, insulted. âI guess you donât want seconds then. Tch.â
You clicked your tongue and turned on your heel, storming off toward the kitchen, grumbling under your breath. Your apron fluttered behind you as you moved, and you didnât look back.
Sunghoon watched your little pout, the way your shoulders stiffened, how you exaggerated every step. He didnât know why, but he liked your reaction. No, he loved it. He found it ridiculously cute. Too cute, actually. That slight wrinkle in your forehead. The way your voice got higher when you were mad. The tiny stomp in your step.
The moment your back turned, his lips twitched upward.Â
When lunch ended and the three of them stood by your front door, Jake and Jay turned to hug you dramatically.
âNever move out,â Jake said into your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre just saying that because you get free food.â
âAnd precisely why we donât want you to move out,â Jay replied, squeezing you once more before the two of them shuffled out, bickering as they made their way into their apartment across the hall.
Sunghoon lingered. Just behind you.
You turned, raising a brow. âArenât you leaving?â
He nodded. âYeah.â He stepped back slowly, hands in his pockets, gaze flicking to the floor before settling back on you. Then he paused. Like he wasnât sure if he should say what he was about to say.
âThe chicken pot pie was good. I thinkâŚâ he exhaled, voice quieter, âI think it was one of the best things Iâve ever had.â
You blinked, caught off guard.
âIt reminded me of home,â he added, eyes still on you now, a little softer than usual. âNot in the way where itâs about the taste or anything⌠itâs just⌠you cook like home. If that makes any sense.â
You hadnât expected that.
Your cheeks flushed immediately. You turned away before he could see it, pretending to fiddle with a dish on the counter, fingers uselessly adjusting an already-clean plate.
âThank you,â you murmured, voice low, almost shy.
He lingered for a second longer like he wanted to say more. Then he gave a quiet nod and walked out the door.
-
It was raining.
It was only 4 p.m., but the sky had turned an eerie charcoal grey, clouds rolling thick above the city. Thunder cracked so loud you felt it in your chest, and the wind howled between the buildings, slamming against your windows.
You hated this.
You hated how much you still feared storms even at your age. How useless independence felt when you were stuffing tissues in your ears and jamming earmuffs over your head like you were five again. You turned on every single light in your apartment, lamps, fairy lights, even your microwave light and cocooned yourself under your thickest blanket, barely breathing, eyes wide.
Then the whole building shuddered.
The lights flickered.
And then everything went dark.
You screamed.
Your apartment disappeared into a blanket of pitch black, shadows curling up the walls like ink. Your heart pounded. You scrambled up from the couch, tearing off your earmuffs and patting the walls with shaky hands, trying to find a light switch like that would fix anything.
âShit,â you whispered, voice trembling. âShit shit shit.â
You fumbled for your phone. A message popped up from your landlord.
âThe building is experiencing a temporary blackout due to the storm. Electricity should resume in an hour. Thank you for your patience.â
An hour? Alone? In this? In the dark? Absolutely fucking not.
You jumped at another violent crack of thunder and instantly rushed out into the hallway. Your blanket trailed behind you like a cape. You beelined for the only door you knew.
You knocked. The door swung open almost immediately.
âNo time to explain but Iâm shitting bricks here,â you said all at once.
It wasnât Jake or Jay.
It was Sunghoon.
His brows raised. âThe thunderstorm?â
You nodded frantically. âAre Jake or Jay here?â
âTheyâre asleep.â He glanced behind him, then back at you. âBut I could⌠stay with you. If you want. Until it passes.â
You hesitated.
Then thunder cracked again, louder this time, right above your building.
You flinched. âOkay,â you breathed, defeated.
The two of you sat cross-legged on your couch, sharing a single candle as your only source of light. It flickered between you, casting long, warm shadows on the walls.
âSeems like youâre scared of the thunder,â he said gently.
âWell,â you sighed, voice tight. âIâve been scared of it since I was younger. It just⌠gets to me.â
He nodded. âItâs okay.â
You noticed it thenâŚthe subtle tremble in his shoulders. He was shivering. From the cold, probably. Your heater wasnât working without electricity, and the apartment was steadily turning into a fridge. You were wrapped up like a burrito, but heâd come in without anything but a hoodie.
Feeling guilty, you shifted toward him and lifted one side of your blanket.
âUhâŚâ he looked at you like he wasnât sure if he was being pranked.
âRelax. I can see you shivering like a dog,â you muttered.
âOh.â He blinked, then grabbed the other end of the blanket and scooted in beside you.
Now under the same blanket, his body heat pressed faintly against yours. You sat side by side, knees pulled to your chests.
And then, in a whisper, he said, âYou knowâŚâ
You looked over at him, startled by the sudden softness in his voice.
âI know Iâm not as close to you as Jay and Jake are,â he said, eyes trained on the candle, âbut⌠you donât always have to find them for help.â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âIâm sayingâŚâ he sighed, eyes flicking up toward you, and then away again. âNever mind.â
âNo, what? Just spit it out.â
He exhaled through his nose like it physically hurt to get the words out. âIâm just saying⌠you could ask me for help too.â
You stared at him, your eyes adjusting to the candlelight flickering between you.
âOh,â you said softly.
There was a beat of silence. You werenât really sure what to do with that. But you didnât want to leave it hanging either.
âIâll be sure to think of you the next time,â you mumbled, barely louder than the rain still pelting the windows outside.
You felt him nod beside you.
You turned your head slowly, resting your cheek against your knees, eyes drifting toward him. His face was tilted down, lashes long and dark as they blinked now and then, just slow enough for you to notice. His jaw had softened a little. He looked calm, in a way you werenât used to seeing him.
âWould you rather have a million dollars,â you said suddenly, âor have no problems in the world?â
He blinked, confused for a second, then turned his head toward you. His chin was on his knees now too, and with the two of you curled up in the same blanket, inches apart, it felt almost like whispering under covers at a sleepover.
âWhat kind of question is that?â
âA good one,â you replied, lips twitching. âSo answer it.â
He scoffed a little under his breath. âUh⌠maybe no problems in the world?â
âSmart answer. Why?â
He paused, âI think people ruin themselves trying to solve problems that shouldnât be theirs. If I had no problems, maybe I wouldnât waste time worrying about all the stuff that doesnât matter.â
You blinked at him. That was⌠not the answer you were expecting. It was a good one. Way too good, actually.
âRight,â you said softly, giving him a small nod.
He looked at you for a second longer before his eyes flicked down. âYour turn. Would you rather go back in time or go into the future?â
You puffed your cheeks out, thinking. âHmm⌠thatâs a toughie.â
Then your eyes widened, the way they always did when you had a lightbulb moment. âGo back in time!â
âWhyâs that?â
âSo maybe Iâd really weigh the pros and cons of moving to a city where I know no one,â you said with a grin, but it faded slightly at the end.
Sunghoon stayed quiet.Â
âYou must really feel alone,â he said.
You blinked, startled. âWhat?â
âI hear you talking about it sometimes. On your balcony. When you think no oneâs listening. You talk about how moving here feels like a mistake.â
You looked away, embarrassed. âItâs not a mistake. I just⌠miss everything back home.â
âI get it,â he said after a second. âI was like you. Back when I was home, I wanted to leave so badly. Thought being somewhere else would fix everything. But now that Iâm here⌠yeah, I have Jay and Jake, and theyâre great, but sometimes I come back to the apartment and everythingâs fine and normal and stillâI just feel⌠empty. And I donât even know why.â
You didnât say anything for a long time.
You just watched him. His face had turned thoughtful, distant. His eyes unfocused, drifting somewhere past the flickering candle, past your walls, like he was staring right through the quiet that lived in his chest.
You mumbled, âWell, yeah. But⌠I also donât regret it. Not one bit.â
âReally?â
You nodded. âYeah. I meanâIâm here doing what I love. Not many people get to do that. And I made friends with three incredibly annoying people in this building.â
He turned toward you again, eyes narrowing playfully. âSo weâre friends now?â
Your cheeks heated up instantly. You glanced away, pretending to roll your eyes. âAre we not?â
He let out a low chuckle, the kind that rumbled softly at the back of his throat. âIâm glad you think we are.â
âSo,â you said, tilting your head, âdoes this mean youâll finally be nice to me now? Or is that too much character development for one night?â
Sunghoon smirked, eyes flicking to you with a teasing glint. âYou want nice? From me?â
âYeah. Like a full sentence without sarcasm. I feel like thatâs a reward Iâve earned by now.â
âYou earned a participation medal at best.â
You laughed, nudging him with your knee. âUnbelievable.â
He was already looking at you againâcloser this time.
âHold on,â he said softly, âyou have an eyelash on your cheek.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
Before you could move, he leaned in.
His face hovered inches from yours as his thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his touch soft but sure. The pads of his fingers were warm. His eyes, now impossibly close, scanned your face with a kind of quiet focus you hadnât felt from him before. You swallowed.
Neither of you moved.
Your gaze locked, and the space between you slowly disappearedâŚinch by inch, breath by breath. It wasnât planned. It just⌠happened.
Then suddenly, his lips were on yours.
Then it deepened. His other hand pushed the blanket off his head, dropping behind your neck to pull you in, and your hands found their way to his thighs, then to the curve of his jaw. His lips parted just enough, and your pulse jumped as he moved against you.
His hands slid to your waist. He lifted you slightly and shifted you into his lap in one smooth motion. You were now straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs, and he didnât stop kissing you, not even for a second.
The kiss grew stronger. He tilted his head, hand moving to your chin to pull you even closer, his mouth parting yours with a low inhale as his tongue brushed against yours.
Your hands moved back down, gripping at the soft cotton of his hoodie, whenâ
Click.
The lights flickered on.
You both froze.
Your faces were still inches apart.Â
You slowly pulled back, still on his lap. He blinked, eyes searching yours like he wasnât sure what just happened. Like part of him wanted to keep going, and the other part⌠couldnât believe you just kissed him like that.
You stared at each other, the silence heavy now.
His hands were still resting lightly on your waist. Yours were still fisted in the fabric of his hoodie. Both of you breathless.Â
âI need to go back home,â Sunghoon said suddenly, voice low but rushed. His eyes darted everywhere except at you.
You blinked. âRight. Of course!â you said quickly, nodding way too fast. âYeah. Noâtotally.â
He shifted awkwardly underneath you, face flushing as he cleared his throat and muttered, âProbably⌠need a pillow or something.â
It took you a second.
Then you saw the way he was subtly covering his lap with the edge of the blanket.
âOh.â Your voice came out small. You quickly scrambled off his lap, cheeks burning so hot they couldâve powered your apartment during the blackout.
âSorry,â he mumbled, already halfway to your door.
And then, Sunghoon stormed out of your apartment.
-
It had been a couple of days since you last properly spoke to Sunghoon. Not for lack of trying. You hadâŚmore than once. But each time, heâd give you a quick nod, maybe a polite smile if you were lucky, before promptly power-walking away.
Maybe he just wasnât feeling what you were feeling. Maybe that kiss was a fluke, something in the heat of the moment. Maybe your little new crush was painfully one-sided.
But you pushed it aside. You had bigger things to focus on.
Jungwon was coming today.
Youâd spent the entire morning rearranging your apartment, cleaning it from top to bottom, fluffing cushions and spraying perfume not just on yourself but into the air like it could somehow mask how nervous you were. You even did your hair the way he liked it, soft curls and a side part.
And then, there he was.
The door swung open and your best friend stood in the hallway, suitcase in hand and a grin already on his face.
âWON!â you squealed, running up to him and leaping into his arms.
âHello, idiot,â he said, his voice fond as he hugged you back, lifting you off the ground with ease.
The shout mustâve startled the boys in 3C, because right on cue, the door across the hall creaked open and out came Jake and Jay, both peeking out.
They spotted you clinging to Jungwon like a koala.
You beamed. âGuys! Itâs him!â
âThe famous Jungwon,â Jay said, nodding in approval as he stepped out.
âAnd you must be Jake and Jay,â Jungwon said smoothly, setting you down.
Then came the third.
Sunghoon.
He didnât move from the doorway. Just stood there, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Jungwon turned to him, a friendly smile still on his lips, chuckling. âYou must be Sunghoon, then.â
Sunghoonâs gaze narrowed slightly. âWhatâs so funny?â
Jungwon blinked, caught off guard. âNothing,â he said, clearing his throat. âShe just⌠told me you were like this.â
âLike what?â Sunghoon asked sharply, the scoff nearly audible in his tone.
Jungwon scratched the back of his neck. âNothing. She just said you were cool,â he said with a shrug, throwing you a teasing look.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes.
You stood there, suddenly awkward, unsure what the hell had crawled up Sunghoonâs ass. The hostility was as thick as the tension in the air and you hadnât done anything. Not really.
At least you didnât think you had.
Just stood there, arms crossed, a stiff expression on his face while Jake and Jay welcomed Jungwon like he was already part of the group. Jungwon, ever the social butterfly, fit in easily, throwing a few jokes around, complimenting the apartment despite its questionable decor, and even teasing Jake about the ugly dinosaur pyjamas he was wearing in broad daylight.
But Sunghoon?
He was frowning the entire time.
You couldnât figure it out. His jaw was tight, his responses were clipped, and every time Jungwon so much as glanced your way, you saw Sunghoonâs eye twitch.
You walked back to your apartment with Jungwon beside you, chatting excitedly about dinner plans and all the places he wanted to visit during his stay. But when you turned back, just for a second, you caught Sunghoon still watching. Still standing in the hallway.
His arms were still crossed.
And he didnât look away.
-
Sunghoon stood there, arms folded across his chest like they were the only things keeping him together. He stared ahead blankly, jaw tight, doing everything in his power not to glare a hole through the wall. He wasnât sure what he was feeling.
Sure, he knew he had a crush on you. Heâd known since the chicken pot pie, probably. Or maybe since you wrapped that blanket around his shoulders. Or maybe long before that. But what he didnât know was who the fuck Jungwon was, and why he was walking into your apartment.
âDude,â Jake muttered, throwing him a sideways look. âYou couldâve at least smiled.â
âI did,â Sunghoon growled, not bothering to hide his scowl.
Jay snorted. âThat was barely a smile. You looked like you were in the middle of passing a kidney stone.â
âWhy do I even have to be nice?â Sunghoon snapped. âI donât know him.â
âBecause your crushâs boyfriend just came into town,â Jake replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sunghoon's head snapped to him so fast youâd think he got whiplash. âBoyfriend?â
Jay raised a brow. âNot denying the crush though.â
Sunghoon ignored him. âLet me ask you again. Boyfriend?â
Jake shrugged. âI mean⌠yeah, I guess?â
âWhat the fuck do you mean you guess?â Sunghoon hissed, dragging a hand down his face. âHe canât be her boyfriend.â
âBut he is,â Jay said with a shrug and an infuriatingly smug smile.
âNo, heâs not. He canât be. Because she and IâŚâ he paused, realising too late what was about to fall out of his mouth. ââŚkissed. Three nights ago.â
Jakeâs mouth dropped open. Jay blinked.
âIâm sorry, what?â Jake finally blurted.
âNothing,â Sunghoon muttered quickly, suddenly desperate to eat his words.
âYou canât say nothing when you just said everything!â Jake shouted, grabbing Sunghoonâs shoulders and shaking him.
âTell us right now!â Jay begged dramatically, gripping his own hair.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, flustered. âIâweâkissed. Thatâs it.â
Jay blinked. âYou know we were kidding about the boyfriend thing, right?â
Jake grinned. âJungwonâs just her best friend.â
âWe just wanted to see if youâd admit you liked her,â Jay added, eyes sparkling with way too much joy. âWhich you did.â
âNo, I didnât,â Sunghoon argued weakly. âI just said we kissed.â
âOkay, Mr Visceral Reaction every time we mention Jungwon,â Jake teased.
Jay smirked. âSay it. Say you like her.â
Sunghoon groaned, eyes shut tight as if the ceiling could swallow him whole. Then, finallyâquietly, begrudginglyâ
âOkay. So what if I like her?â
Jay and Jake immediately turned to each other with identical gasps, smacking each otherâs arms excitedly.
âOh my god, he admitted it,â Jay whispered dramatically.
Jake clutched his chest. âItâs happening.â
âYou guys are disgusting,â Sunghoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. âAnd if you keep acting like this, Iâm never telling you anything again.â
âOkay, okay.â Jake raised both hands, trying to suppress a grin. âWeâll behave.â
âBUT IâM SO EXCITED,â Jay squealed.
Jake smacked him on the shoulder. âStarting now.â
Jay nodded solemnly, rubbing his arm. âSorry. That one slipped.â
Sunghoon sighed and leaned against the counter, arms crossed again. âI started liking her last month⌠when you guys went back home for the week. She cooked me stir-fried noodles, and we ate together. Played FIFA. I donât know. I just⌠developed a crush on her.â
âThatâs so cute,â Jay and Jake said in unison, stars in their eyes.
âSeriously, can the two of you act normal for like three minutes?â
Jake shrugged, still smiling. âI just didnât expect you to have a girlfriend before me.â
Jay patted his shoulder. âYouâll get there, buddy.â
Jake tilted his head. âYou think?â
âYeah, you have nice eyes. Great personality.â
Jake beamed. âThatâs so kind.â
âCan we please get back to my problem for like a minute?â Sunghoon cut in, glaring at both of them.
âOh. Right.â
Jay cleared his throat and finally looked serious. âLook. We like her. Sheâs hilarious, and she makes good fucking food. And letâs be real, youâve never liked anyone. Weâve been trying to get you to double date with us for years and you just stare at your phone all the time. But with her? Youâre like... a guy with actual feelings.â
âBut now Iâm losing to Jung⌠whatever his name is.â Sunghoon sighed.
âJungwon,â Jake said. âAnd no, youâre not.â
âHow do you know she doesnât like him?â Sunghoon muttered, staring down at the floor.
âBecause,â Jay said, âif she did, she wouldnât have kissed you.â
âUnless sheâs indecisive or confused or something. I donât know.â Sunghoon exhaled hard, running a hand through his hair. âMaybe I was just⌠a moment. And heâs her person.â
Jake shook his head. âIâm telling youâjust talk to her.â
âYeah,â Jay added. âBefore you spiral even harder and start writing love songs about her. But if you do, I haved like a couple of guitars you could borrow.â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. But somewhere, deep down⌠a part of him hoped they were right.
-
You were pacing back and forth on your cheap IKEA rug, while Jungwon was laid out dramatically on your bed, arms folded behind his head, thoroughly enjoying the show.
âIâm telling you, heâs avoiding me,â you snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at no one in particular. âWe kissedâKISSED, Jungwonâand now he wonât even look at me! I wave, he nods. I say hi, he nods. I breathe in his direction, heâguess whatânods!â
Jungwon hummed, annoyingly calm. âMaybe heâs nervous. Or maybe he wants you to go to him.â
âI do go to him! And then he speed-walks away like Iâm the plague!â You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temples. âIâm gonna lose it.â
âMaybeâŚâ he tapped his chin thoughtfully, âyouâre just a shit kisser.â
You whipped around and chucked a throw pillow directly at his smug face.
âAsshole.â
He caught it with a grin, clutching it to his chest dramatically. âIâm just saying. Maybe you scared him off.â
âYouâre lucky I havenât strangled you with this blanket,â you muttered, grabbing another pillow just in case.
Jungwon sat up, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. âYou know, sometimes I forget we grew up together because youâre so unpredictable now.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He snorted. âYou used to be fearless. Remember that Heeseung guy you had a crush on in middle school?â
You blinked. âWhat about him?â
âYou were six, and you walked up to him at recess, said âI like your lunchbox,â then kissed his cheek and ran off.â
âAh,â you said flatly, âthe good old days. That girlâs dead now.â
âSheâs not dead,â Jungwon argued, grabbing your wrists and tugging you to sit beside him on the bed. âSheâs just⌠overthinking everything. Look, if Sunghoon doesnât like youâwhatever. But if he does? Youâre missing out just because youâre too chicken to tell him.â
You glared. âI hate it when you make sense.â
âI know.â He grinned. âItâs my worst trait.â
âI justââ you exhaled, flopping back beside him. âWhat if it ruins everything? We literally just got closer. What if I say something and it all goes to shit?â
âOkay, counter-offer.â He sat up straighter. âYou tell him, or I will. I will walk down the hallway, knock on his door, and go âHi, my best friend has feelings for you, she also has performance anxiety but can cook a great bowl of chicken noodle soup.ââ
âYou wouldnât,â you hissed, swatting at his arm.
âThen do it yourself!â he laughed, dodging your attacks. âBefore I start printing flyers and pasting them in the apartment lobby.â
God. Why did he always have to be right?
âFine.â
Your hand was already on the doorknob, breath caught in your throat, just about to leave when the door across from yours had swung open at the exact same time.
And there he was.
Sunghoon.
You both froze, hands still gripping the doorknobs, blinking.
You cleared your throat first. âSunghoon.â
He blinked like he hadnât already been staring. âWhat?â
You squinted. âIs that the only word you know how to say when I call your name?â
He paused. âSorry.â
You opened your mouth to say something else but were rudely interrupted by muffled snorts from behind Sunghoon. Jay and Jakeâs heads popped out from their doorway like nosy meerkats.
âHoon,â Jay said in a loud, exaggerated voice, âwe need more eggs.â
âDesperately,â Jake added, nodding like this was a national emergency. âGo to the store.â
Then Jungwon peeked out from behind you with an equally suspicious grin. âOh, and while youâre there, can you grab some ice cream too?â
You and Sunghoon looked at each other.
âWhat is happening right now,â you said flatly.
Before either of you could respond, four hands shoved the both of you toward the elevator. You stumbled in, the doors sliding shut just as Jay yelled out, âDonât come back without snacks!â
The elevator stopped at your floor.
Your shoulders brushed as you stood side by side, awkwardly watching the floor numbers light up.
Then, finally, you broke it. âAbout that dayââ
Sunghoon shook his head quickly. âDonât worry about it. I wonât tell Jungwon.â
You blinked. âWhat do you mean you wonât tell Jungwon?â
He looked away. âWell, arenât you like⌠crushing on him? I wouldnât want what we did to, you know⌠ruin your chances or something.â
Your entire face scrunched up. âWon and I? What? Ew. God, no. Weâre friends. We grew up together. Thinking about him that way would be like incest or something.â
And just like that, Sunghoon felt like heâd been hit by a shooting star and given a second chance at life. His heart did a full backflip. You were single. You were available.Â
He couldnât help it. He smiled.
âWhy do you suddenly look so happy?â you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
âIâm not.â
âYouâre literally smiling.â
âIâm not.â
âWeâve hung out a couple of times and if Iâm being honest, Iâve never seen you smile thisââ
âCut it out.â He tried to brush it off, biting back the grin. âIâm just glad.â
âGlad about?â
âGlad that I didnât ruin your chances,â he said nonchalantly, looking up like he hadnât just panicked thirty seconds ago.
âMhm.â You narrowed your eyes at him, the golden-orange glow of the sunset casting warmth across his cheekbones. He was handsome. Frustratingly so. âWell⌠because I actually like this other guy.â
Sunghoonâs smile faltered.
âI havenât known him that long,â you continued casually, âbut he seems cool. I donât really know much about him yet.â
âThatâs⌠nice.â Sunghoon turned away quickly, jaw tight. He was definitely grimacing. Please donât let her see that Iâm grimacing, he begged internally.
âHe doesnât seem super friendly but he has a big heart. Even if he tries really hard not to show it.â
âSeems like a swell fuckinâ guy,â he muttered bitterly.
âItâs a pity though,â you sighed dramatically, still watching him. âI wish I could get to know him better.â
âWell⌠anyoneâs lucky to get to know you.â He tried to smile. It didnât reach his eyes. âI know I am.â
You tilted your head. âNot to mention⌠he lives really close to me.â
Sunghoonâs eyes darted to you. âHe does?â
âMhm.â You nodded, heartbeat accelerating.
âLike how close?â
You took a slow step toward him. âLike⌠just across the hall close.â
âOh.â He blinked. âThat close.â
Silence settled in the small elevator. You both just stood there, not looking at each other, tension hanging in the air like humidity.
Then, out of nowhereâ
âIâm just saying,â Sunghoon said, dead serious, âbut Jake sleeps with the lights on and Jay doesnât wash his hair as often as you think he does.â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âI sleep normal,â he added quickly. âI wash my hair. I do proper haircareâshampoo, conditioner, mask, mist. I could do your routine too. For you. If you want.â
You stared.
âI canât cook, but Iâll try. I can figure skate. I can spin twice in the air. Jay and Jake? Not even one spin. Jay can play guitar, Jake can sing but I can spin, okay? Without getting dizzy too.â
âSunghoon.â
âAnd those idiots never clean up after eating your food. Jay doesnât use coasters. Jake never makes his bed.â
âSUNGHOON!â
He looked at you, breathless. âWhat?â
You stepped forward. Slowly. Then, you mumbled, âItâs you.â
He blinked. âWhat?â
âI like you.â
And for once, Park Sunghoon had absolutely nothing to say.
âOkay,â he said. âCool. Okay. Iâwow. Okay.â
You raised a brow. âThatâs it?â
He nodded dumbly. âNo. Yes. I donât know. I justâholy shit. You like me.â
You smirked, the smile slowly stretching across your face. âYes. I like you.â
The elevator dinged. Neither of you moved.
He looked at you again, still dazed. âHold on, I kinda need a minute.â
You both stepped out into the empty lobby. The sun outside had just dipped below the skyline, casting a pinkish-orange glow through the glass doors. The streetlights flickered on. But you waited.
âItâs been a minute,â you said.
âI know,â he exhaled, hand raking through his hair. âBut you like me back, so I kinda need, like⌠a long minute.â
âBack?â You grinned, the corners of your mouth lifting all the way to your eyes. âSo you like me too?â
He nodded slowly. âYeah. I thought it was obvious from the, uh⌠word vomit.â
âWell yeah,â you shrugged. âBut I didnât want to assume. Didnât wanna be narcissistic.â
âI think even if you were,â he muttered, âIâd still think you were pretty cute.â
You blinked. âDid you justââ
âGross, I know,â he said quickly, face flushing. âI just said that out loud, didnât I?â
You laughed. âYeah. But you kinda canât take it back now.â
âFine,â he said, pretending to groan. âYouâre cute. Ugh. I said it again.â
-
A MONTH LATER
Jay and Jake found it fundamentally unfair. They were the ones who got close to you first. They were the ones who complimented you, made you laugh, showed up when you needed help. They loved you first or at least, thatâs what they told themselves. But here you were, doors locked for the first time in three months, cooking a full-course meal for Sunghoon to celebrate your one-month anniversary.
âYouâre not allowed to come,â Sunghoon told them flatly before slamming the door shut.
âButâ!â they shouted in unison, already mourning the steak they wouldnât get to taste.
Word on the hallway was that you were cooking the perfect medium-rare T-bone steak, paired with your signature brown sauce and a vegetable medley so crunchy and flavourful. Meanwhile, Jay and Jake sat hunched on the couch, scrolling through a food delivery app.
âIsnât it funny,â Jake said, arms folded, âhow we were the ones who befriended her first, and now weâre stuck with Burger King?â
âLifeâs unfair, bud.â
Back in your apartment, things were a little more romantic. Youâd decorated with fairy lights and candles, the room dimly lit. You were still being frugal, splitting every cost you could. But youâd managed to steal two T-bone steaks from the diner you part-timed at.
Sunghoon showed up in a black and white tuxedo, looking like heâd taken the prom theme you had placed as a joke a little too seriously.
âYou look absolutely gorgeous,â he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
âAnd you look absolutely handsome,â you grinned.
He walked over to the table and took in the spread. âOkay, what do we have?â
âI made the steaks, obviously, and then thereâs the vegetable medley⌠and your favouriteâmashed potatoes,â you giggled.
Sunghoon exhaled, shaking his head with a disbelieving smile. âHow did I get so lucky?â
You shrugged. âI donât know either.â
He laughed. âThe guys are pissed, by the way. You made me all this, and theyâre over there with cold fries.â
âWhat?â you said, surprised. âI made them something too! Donât worry.â
âYou did?â he raised a brow.
âI had a feeling theyâd be hungry if you were over here.â
âBabe, you didnât have to do that. Theyâre grown men.â
âYeah, but technically my assignment this week was pasta and I have too many leftovers.â
âTheyâre spoiled by you.â
âAnd so are you.â
âTrue, but Iâm your boyfriend. Theyâre just two annoying shitheads constantly trying to butt in.â
âIâll be quick. Iâll just drop the dish off and come back.â
âNo,â he said, standing. âIâll do it. You stay here.â
He kissed your forehead, grabbing the lasagna youâd tucked into the fridge. âYouâre too sweet, you know that?â
âHe walked across the hall and opened the door to Unit 3C.
Inside, Jay was mid-rant. âI just donât get it. Sunghoon isnât even that hot.â
âI mean, he is,â Jake added, âbut she deserves better, you know?â
Sunghoon cleared his throat. âI can hear you two idiots.â
They both froze, turning around sheepishly. âWe were just joking. We love you, man.â
He held up the dish. âAnd to think I came here bearing gifts from my girlfriend.â
Jakeâs eyes widened. âWaitâis that lasagna?â
âShe felt bad we were eating good without you, so she made you dinner.â
âOh my god,â Jay gasped. âSunghoon, I donât mean to be pushy, but please marry her.â
âI canât,â Sunghoon muttered. âNot when you two are constantly inserting yourselves into my relationship.â
âOkay, okay, weâll back off. Justâcan we have the lasagna?â
âAnd can you tell her we love her?â
âI am not telling my girlfriend you love her,â Sunghoon snapped. âIâve barely worked up the nerve to tell her that myself.â
âWait,â Jake said suddenly, âyou havenât told her you love her yet?â
âItâs only been a month.â
âSo⌠you donât love her?â
âI do,â Sunghoon replied, almost too quickly. âI just donât want to come on too strong if sheâs not ready.â
Jay and Jake shared a glance before shrugging.
âWhat?â Sunghoon asked, frowning. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
Jake cleared his throat. âItâs just⌠she already said it.â
Sunghoon looked up. âWhat?â
âYeah,â Jake replied casually. âYou texted her about picking up those heat packs for her cramps, and she went all soft and whispered, âGod, I love him so much.â Her words. Not mine.â
Sunghoon stood frozen in the doorway, the dish in his hands suddenly weightless.
You loved him.
âSo⌠youâre saying I should tell her?â he asked, voice quiet, almost unsure.
Jay and Jake both nodded enthusiastically. âDefinitely. Especially if it makes her our sister-in-law,â Jay added, grinning.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. âGod, the two of you can be so annoying.â
âBut you still love us,â Jay shrugged. âSo whatâs the point of complaining?â
He hated that Jay was right.
Back in your apartment, Sunghoon sat across from you, completely transfixed. You were dressed in a soft pink satin dress that shimmered every time you moved. It hugged your shoulders delicately, the neckline simple, elegant. Your hair was curled softly, pinned loosely on one side with a vintage clip, and your lips were glossed just enough to make him stare longer than he shouldâve.
And God, you looked so beautiful.
He tried to pay attention. He really did. But his heart was too loud, his thoughts too full. How was he supposed to say it?
Sunghoon had never told anyone he loved them before. Not seriously. Maybe to his mom years ago, right before he left for the city. But this? This felt entirely new.
Because sitting in front of him was someone who made every quiet part of his life feel loud again. You filled in the spaces he didnât even know were missing. You made his apartment feel less cold, his world a little less grey. And the way he loved youâGod, it wasnât something small. It wasnât a flicker or a passing crush. It was all-consuming and terrifying and the best damn thing heâd ever felt.
He loved you like it was muscle memory. Like even if he forgot everything else, his hands would still reach for yours and only yours.
âHoonie,â you interrupted gently, frowning. âYouâre not listening.â
He blinked back into focus. âSorry,â he murmured, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âI was just thinking about something.â
âWhat?â you looked up at him, ur big eyes shining.Â
Sunghoon unknowingly smiled, his eyes dripping with honey, god he loved you. He wanted to say that. So badly.
âIâŚI justâuhâfeelâŚthat,â His voice trailed off. âYou look really beautiful tonight. I mean, you always do. But especially tonight.â He hesitated, the words stuck behind his teeth.
You smiled. âThank you. You look very handsome too.â
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Later that night, the two of you were in Sunghoonâs apartment along with Jay and Jake for the usual game night.Â
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, your prom-night dress bunched awkwardly around your knees, mascara slightly smudged from earlier laughter, hair pinned half-up. Sunghoon sat slouched in the beanbag beside you, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed in concentration. Jake was lying on his stomach, legs swinging in the air, and Jay had somehow made himself horizontal on the couch.
You and Jake were a team. Sunghoon and Jay were not handling that well.
âRevive me!â Sunghoon yelled.
Jay shouted back, âIâm busy trying not to die, dumbass!â
Button mashing intensified. Trash talk flew across the room.
âVICTORY!â Jake screamed, leaping up like a madman.
You followed suit, springing to your feet and clambering up onto the coffee table in your dress. âGET WRECKED, LOSERS!â you yelled, pointing dramatically at Sunghoon. âTHATâS RIGHT, LOSERS!â
Jake joined you on the table, doing a badly timed robot dance. The two of you jumped in sync, yelling in triumph, while Jay groaned into a throw pillow and Sunghoon watched with a hand covering his mouth, half to hide his smile, half to suppress a laugh.
âYouâre all bark, no bite!â you called, face flushed, hair falling loose. âYour character died fourteen times, Hoonie.â
âI let you win!â he shot back, grinning as he sat up straighter. âI was being a gentleman.â
âSure,â you scoffed, sticking your tongue out at him. âReal chivalrous of you, sir died-14-fucking-times.â
He chuckled under his breath, eyes lingering on you for a second longer than usual. Then, without a word, he stood and walked out of the room.
You blinked. That was...odd.Â
You gave Jake a gentle shove off the table and followed Sunghoon into the hallway. He was pacing outside, one hand in his hair, the other fiddling with the watch on his wrist.
âHoon?â you asked, stepping out and gently closing the door behind you.
He jumped slightly, turning toward you. âYou scared me.â
âYou okay? You just left so suddenâŚâ
âIâuhâyeah. I was just trying to figure out how to say something.â
You tilted your head, arms crossing over your chest. âSay what?â
âNothing,â he mumbled with a shrug.
Your expression softened. âAre you mad at me?â You sighed. Maybe your little victory dance had been a bit much. âHoonie?â
âNo, baby, I could never be mad at you,â he said quickly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
âThen whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, I justâŚâ
You stepped closer, teasing lightly, âDo you want me to redo my victory dance? I could. You just have to beatbox, and Iâll take it from there.â
That made him laugh.
âCome on,â you grinned, starting to move your body in the most ridiculous way. âIâm pretty sure I shouldâve been a dancer instead of a chef.â
He laughed again, this time louder and then, before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.
âOh my god, I love you.â
You blinked. Your smile faded. Your brain, for one impossible second, completely short-circuited.
âDid you just say you love me?â you asked, heart hammering.
His eyes widened in sheer panic. âNo?â
âI heard it.â
âYou misheard.â
âOh my god,â you gasped, practically vibrating. âYou love me. You love me!â
âFine!â he burst out, throwing his hands up like he was under arrest. âI do! I love you, okay?â
You smiled, âYou do?â
âOf course! I love the way you talk too fast when youâre excited. I love how you make my idiot friends feel like they matter. I love that you make me feel whole. That when Iâm with you, I donât feel hollow anymore. You⌠you make me feel like Iâm not empty.â
You grinned so wide it hurt. âThatâs because youâre not.â
âI used to be,â he said helplessly, gesturing vaguely like he was mourning his past self. âI was mysterious. Brooding. Sexy, even. And now? Now I smile at cat videos you send me on TikTok. Look what youâve done to me. This is all your fault.â
You scoffed, âMy fault?â
âYes! Who else could it be?â he said, breathless, like the truth had been waiting at the edge of his tongue for too long. âYou walk into my life with that stupidly perfect smile, that laugh that makes everything feel lighter, those eyes that somehow hold the whole damn sky and now Iâve got feelings. Big ones.â
He took a shaky breath, pausing for a minute.
âI used to think I was fine on my own. But now? I get out of bed just because I know I might see you. I hear your knock and my whole day lights up. For the first time, I feel like I know what living really means. Itâs you. Loving you. Thatâs it.â
You leaned in and kissed him right in the middle of his rant.
He blinked, dazed.
âYou sure talk a lot for someone who usually says nothing,â you murmured, forehead resting against his.
âI do it when Iâm nervous,â Sunghoon whispered, and then kissed you again.
âI find it cute,â you mumbled between kisses.
Sunghoon grinned into the next kiss, backing you up step by step toward your apartment door, his hands finding your waist. âGod,â kiss âI love you,â another kiss âso much.â
You let out a breathless laugh. âYouâre very handsy for someone who claimed to be brooding and mysteriou.â
âI told you,â he whispered, lips brushing your jaw as he reached behind you, fumbling for the door handle, âyou ruined me.â
Your back hit the door with a thud. He fumbled with the knob like he was drunk on you, eventually pushing it open and guiding you inside.
He kicked the door shut with the back of his foot.
You were still laughing into his kiss. He walked you backward until your knees hit the bed and you dropped onto it with a squeak.
He climbed over you, hands on either side of your waist, face flushed, heart in his throat.
âI fucking love you,â he said again, like it wasnât real until he repeated it.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes sparkling. âI love you too.â
