WHAT CAN WE DO TO HELP HEESEUNG AND ENHYPEN? please read below.
hi guys, i redownloaded tumblr again just to make this statement but heeseung leaving enhypen has caught many of us off gaurd. i think everyone is devasted by this and yes i know everyone is thinking about a future with enhypen as six and honestly I don’t want that either.
i came here to spread awareness about what we could do as a fandom. please refer to this thread first of all.
link one — HEESEUNG did not make the decision to leave—he was kicked out of ENHYPEN.
this shows everything that adds up to heeseungs departure if anyone was also fishy about his sudden announcement like me. honestly, it makes sense.
but now that we are aware, what can we as engenes do? thankfully, twitter engenes made a thread of everything we could do from our side to fully support heeseung and bring him back.
link two — things you can do to help enhypen
sign the petition.
link three — template to email journalists about the situation.
link four — guidance on calling / faxing hybes investment companies !
link five — i found this account very helpful with keeping up with updates and finding out ways to help enhypen.
please sign the petitions ( as to my knowledge, we already have just over 500k ), rich engenes donate if you can. and most of all, do not stop talking about it.
this is genuinely the least we can do and it’s heartbreaking to me that we have to take action when their shitty company can’t do jack.
reblog this post, share it, do anything you can to raise awareness because this isn’t a simple decision you make, this is injustice.
( #BOAF ) PART ONE ──── when your situationship doesn't know how to treat you right but his hb plotting on u on the low
INCLUDES . . . . KIM JUHOON × FEM!READER ft. ZHAO YUFAN ( fluff, humor, slight angst ) &&. SITUATIONSHIP!YUFAN BSF!WONHEE &&. messyy as hell 😭 morally grey characters hella flirtyyy aaa reader has mini character development ig? underage drinking bro code non-existent everyone's sneaky as hell sorry 💀 james is an ASS. HOLE. POS.
( 𝓀aikai. ) this took me literally 3 days holy shit but . might not be everyone's cup of tea but i can respect that, inspired by my insta fyp it's literally the FUNNIEST shit ever omfgggjhgf +++ tried to change the formatting a lil bit but idk if I fw it so I may change it again idkkk...we'll see
READ PART ONE PART TWO (coming tomorrow)
DISCLAIMER : none of the characters are in committed relationships & i do not condone cheating 😭
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WARNINGS ▶ indirect mention of abusive/unhealthy household. (lmk if there are more)
A/N ▶ proofread but pls ignore any mistakes that i might have overlooked <3
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yn entered the jo family’s mansion and was led to woochan’s room by one of the thirty (or more) helpers who lived there. upon not finding him, she made her way to the gym room without a second thought. that was the only place woochan would be, other than his own bedroom.
she knocked on the door, hoping for him to open it, but almost a minute passed with no response. so, she pushed the door open slightly, only to find woochan completely immersed in fighting the sack of leather hanging from the ceiling.
a black tank top stuck to his upper body, followed by a pair of sweatpants on the bottom. his toned muscles glistened with newly formed sweat, his jaw clenching with each punch, and a grunt leaving his mouth every time he swung his arms, which later came into ruthless contact with the punching bag. the sounds echoed loudly through the room, but the soundproofing didn’t allow them to be heard from outside.
yn cleared her throat and knocked louder once again, causing him to whip his head toward her. a harsh exhale of fatigue left his mouth, and he walked toward her with open arms, inviting her into a hug, his mouth curving into the sweetest smile despite being extremely exhausted.
“you’re damn sweaty, woochan,” she said as she poked a finger into his chest, her arm fully extended to keep him at a distance.
she pushed him aside and walked over to a bench, sitting herself down. dabbing his sweat away with a towel, he gestured to her, asking her to wait a few minutes. he walked off into the gym washroom, leaving her waiting while she drummed her fingers mindlessly on the bench.
a few minutes passed, and he entered the room again, wearing a similar black tank top but with a different pair of pants and wet hair. a white towel hung off his shoulders, collecting the water that dripped from the back of his head at his nape.
he grabbed hold of the towel while stepping toward her, his eyes fixated on her. his movements were slow, and yn’s eyes followed them. she could sense something different in the air—it suddenly felt hotter, and woochan’s gaze made it harder for her to sit unbothered.
he pulled the towel off his shoulders as he bent forward, sliding his hands onto the bench on either side of her thighs, the towel hanging loosely from his right hand. yn’s brain almost stopped working. she couldn’t deny the fact that woochan was good-looking and extremely hot. his face was inches away from hers, his eyes aligned with hers, and she could smell the soft scent of his shampoo. he smelled like white musk—utterly welcoming and attractive. her cheeks heated as blood rushed to her face, her flustered state obvious.
woochan smirked teasingly as he picked up a water bottle with his left hand, leaving the towel behind on the bench. he straightened his back, stepping away.
her face still hot, yn let out the breath she’d been unconsciously holding. shuddering slightly, she brushed her hair back as she watched woochan grab his leather jacket from a hook on the wall.
“come on,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him out of the gym. her face was blank with a question mark, her brain still processing what had just happened.
“what?” he said, biting the inside of his cheek as he controlled his cocky smile while raising an eyebrow. she shook her head, physically snapping herself out of the moment, stood up, and followed him out of the room.
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stepping down the huge center staircase of woochan’s home, yn looked around at the collection of paintings and photographs hung around the house. they intrigued her no matter how many times she saw them. just as they stepped off the staircase, a housemaid approached them and informed woochan in a low voice that his father had asked for him.
woochan gave her an uncomfortable look and followed the maid into a hallway that separated the drawing room from the rest of the house. she knew that space was dedicated to his dad’s office, but she had never gone anywhere near it, and neither had any of their friends.
yn had seen his father a few times. he was mighty, powerful-looking, and quite scary. every time his dad passed by, she noticed that woochan’s eyes never met his. she didn’t know how good or bad their relationship was, nor why he never looked his dad in the eye. she also chose not to intervene or ask him about it, even though the thought constantly poked at the back of her mind.
taking the liberty, she quietly followed them into the hallway, a few steps behind woochan. he stepped into a room with a massive black-painted door and a sleek metal handle. the housemaid walked past her, giving her a bow. she watched as the door shut behind him.
now that she had followed him all the way to the door, hesitation kicked in. she wondered if she was invading his privacy a little too much and whether this was a part of him he would willingly show his friends. after all, woochan was never one to talk about things like this—things that were too personal or his feelings about them. she could hear their voices like whispers but couldn’t understand what the conversation was about. tapping both her feet lightly against the floor, careful not to be heard, she pondered whether she should be listening to this conversation at all.
a loud bang interrupted her racing thoughts, followed by what sounded like multiple papers scattering. her brows furrowed in concern as she took a step back from the door. it swiftly opened, woochan appearing behind it. his eyes were red, and she could see the anger burning within them. guilt crept into her bones as woochan looked down, his eyes never meeting hers.
“why are you here?” his tone almost scared her. it sounded like he hated the idea of her being in those surroundings, and she didn’t understand why. she stayed silent.
“you shouldn’t be seeing all this. you are no one to stroll around my house however you like and be all up in my business.” his words were harsh, and his face showed multiple emotions—none of them good.
you are no one.
she couldn’t believe he had actually said those words to her. woochan and yn had been close friends ever since they learned how to speak. they had shared good times and bad. he had been there for her when she was at her lowest—he was her found family. she couldn’t understand why he was being so rude and cruel. pain bloomed in her chest as tears threatened to spill over the brim of her eyes.
despite not knowing what she had done wrong, she muttered a quick, low 'sorry' to woochan and swiftly walked past him, trudging out of the hallway with tears slipping down her cheeks and a hollow ache in her chest—leaving woochan behind with instant regret and guilt.
the weird comments in cortis' weverse lives are actually getting crazy💔💔
"juhoon oppa kiss me!!"
genuinely slime them out WHAT are the goonas thinking bro😭
deadass 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 dawg I always mute the comments the second I join a live cuz it's always "speak english pls" or "____ oppa" or "say noona" or "____ kiss/marry me" first of all why do we gotta do allat 💀💀💀💀 this is so embarrassing bruh, once saw someone saying "is 6 years too much" DAWG WHAT 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 TEENAGE BOY 🥹🥹🥹🥹🙏🙏🙏
why doesn't weverse have like mods atp these comments always flood the funny ones 🥹🥹🥹🥹💔💔💔💔 or someone flooding the comments with an emoji or a flag 😞😞😞
cortis lives are SO UNBELIEVABLY FUN imagine the funny fan and idol interactions we'd get if weverse got mods lol ✌️✌️✌️
ts piss me AWFFFF bruh one day I just wanted to see Martin's nails and i was spamming the shit out in the comments but all they could read was bullcrap like this LIKE WHYYYYY WHY CAN'T WE BE A NORMAL FUN ASF FANDOM WHO ARE BSFS W THE IDOL WHAT IS WRONGFFF W THESE PEOPLEEEEEE
guys im really sorry to keep you waiting with the further parts for no rules. i have loads of uni work and i prefer writing more than one part before posting the next part so please be patient :")
FEATURING ▶jo woochan, lee youngseo, nishimura riki, kim jongseob, martin edwards
TAGLIST ▶( @hoonsocks ) ( @seonghyeonholic ) ( @heeswifetypeshi ) ( @sweeetbabysblog ) ( @hyeon3y ) ( @vanillakirstein ) ( @melonsna ) ( @teacuplps ) ( @cinnased ) ( @jjuelly )
PLEASE SEND IN AN ASK to be added to the taglist as i might lose track of comments!
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SYNOPSIS ▶ a world filled with fights, blood, adrenaline. a world with no rules. a world that wasn't yours. a boy from that world, crashes into your life like a wave, a cold one, when you least expected it.
you, someone who's strong in her own ways, lawful and utterly gorgeous. you stumble into his life by accident, flip his world upside down.
a series of events that occur when these two people desire each other, despite all the obstacles and consequences. how would it end?
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WARNINGS ▶ fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of smoking and alcohol, cursing, illegal boxing themes. (more to be added as written & at the start of each part)
｡𖦹° ‧─── THIS IS NOT A SERIES. IT'S A STORY WITH 2-3 PARTS, DEPENDING ON HOW LONG IT GETS!
─── KAYZ'S NOTES ▶ hello my cuties! it's my first time trying this genre/au. i've never written something like this before, not even a long fic, let alone in parts. some of the parts in this fic might be in the texts format. i'm really excited to see how this turns out! likes, reblogs, comments and feedbacks are really appreciated! tysm!
JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES JAMES AHHHHHHHHHH
PLEASE SEND IN AN ASK to be added to the taglist as i might lose track of comments!
WARNINGS ▶ fighting, mentions of blood and bruises, mentions of smoking and alcohol, illegal boxing themes. (lmk if there are more)
A/N ▶ not proofread¡!
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jo woochan would pay for this. if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be standing here in such a riotous surrounding, sweaty, messy and musty. you don't know what made him run to this place everytime he had issues, but you hated such places. nothing about this place was likeable. illegal, unruly and rowdy.
having a fight with your sibling made you despise staying home, and so you followed your friends to this underground arena, a place which you never wanted to be in.
the heavy, metallic scent of fresh blood mixed with the musty smell of the confined and poorly ventilated space made you gag a little bit. you could see puffs of smoke evolving from peoples' mouth, produced by cheap cigarettes.
you were regretting your choice to accompany your friends, seconds after entering the place. pushing past multiple sweaty bodies, you trailed behind riki, grabbing onto his jacket to not lose them in the crowd. just as you advanced towards the centre of the arena, you heard a whistle go off, followed by a sharp crack of a punch, layered with a painful grunt.
the crowd went wild, half with loud cheers and standing up from their seats, and half with boos and raised thumbs-downs. the commotion further blocked your view until you reached the boxing ring.
upon reaching the front you saw woochan in the ring with a stupid, proud smirk on his face, hands in front of him in defense while his opponent got back up on his feet, stumbling a little.
the boy with orange hair cracked his neck free as he bounced on his feet, swinging his left arm first towards woochan's face, which was avoided and then swiftly advancing his right arm towards his stomach, landing a strong punch and woochan went stumbling back heavily.
you winced loudly, while your friends muttered little, unbothered 'shit's under their breath.
woochan clutched his stomach as his face scrunched in pain but he stood back upon his feet. just then the orange haired boy turned to where you were standing with your friends, which means he turned away from his opponent. he let his guard down. just for a few seconds.
a kick from woochan's foot landed on his back, causing him to stumble forwards with a lot of force and he lost his balance. his body flew and he reached the end of the ring, stumbling and grabbing the enclosing ropes for his stability. just as he spun around to face woochan, a punch landed on his face, very very harsh and he turned around, tripping, and his entire body crashed onto the ropes, leaving him hanging for life.
your hand flew to your face, covering your mouth as you witnessed blood spluttering from his mouth, trickling down his lips. the crowd roared in happiness. your hand unconsciously grabbed onto youngseo's arm and that's when you looked up to see the orange haired boy's eyes meeting yours.
his eyelids shutter softly, losing energy but his eyes stay fixated on you, making you utterly conscious. you were in an unfamiliar place, watching two men punch eachother to death. the place was filled with adrenaline and dirt in all forms, and a pair of eyes looked at you. you couldn't tell what they wanted to express but you couldn't break the eye contact as his gaze felt absolutely captivating. the gaze that made you so utterly self conscious but also that made you want to not look away. something obsessive. your eyes then followed his features, noticing his busted lip and right cheek.
a silent wail of a siren seemed to near you guys and commotion spread around, causing you to immediately look away from him. within seconds there was ruckus, and people were yelling and running.
you could see the back of jongseob's head but within a split second of people running around, you lost sight of him. you frantically started looking around to find someone you knew, and just then a hand grabbed yours and you met your eyes with woochan's who was already off the ring. without looking back, both of you escaped the scene, quickly sprinting away from the arena and the chaos.
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a week later, you find yourself standing in the crowd, once again and this time it wasn't a fight with your sibling, but pure curiosity and slight interest of a viewer that piqued inside you. watching woochan in the ring still felt quite foreign, but the matches were fun.
analyzing things was something you were unintentionally good at. it came naturally to you and ever since the last match, you've started thinking and pondering about boxing. not that you were gonna be in the ring in the future anyways, but just because it was fun. the adrenaline, the skill. the dusty surroundings, the scent of cigarettes layered with the strong odor of alcohol were the things that you couldn't get used to. the place reeked of all of that and many other unpleasant things and not to mention the bunch of scoundrels around you.
currently woochan was fighting a guy named leo. the guy looked pretty fierce and strong but woochan was equally competent. each punch made you wince but your attention didn't waver and you stayed engrossed in the match.
jongseob tapped your elbow and leaned closer to you, almost yelling in your ear as he said, "we're going to get drinks, do you want anything?" the surroundings were too loud for any of you to hear the other properly. you just nodded 'no', avoiding making any efforts to speak over the noise. he walked away pushing past multiple people, followed by youngseo and riki, and disappeared into the mob.
just as you looked back to the ring, a familiar orange colour flashed in front of your eyes, across the ring. looking past the footwork of the players in the ring, you squinted your eyes trying to focus. finally the players moved apart allowing you to see clearly, and then you found him. withing seconds, as if he could feel your eyes on him, the boy turned to you, his eyes looking right into yours. you could see that the bruises on his face and lip have disappeared and he looked much put together than before.
you heard a strong punch, which grabbed your focus for a second and by the time you looked back, the boy disappeared from the audience. you watched leo fall to the floor in the ring, as the crowd erupted in roars, hoots and screams, cheering for woochan.
woochan celebrated, punching his hand against his chest followed by a yell, hyping up the crowd, his face full of pride and aura filled with adrenaline. he looked at you with a wide smile and you smiled back, clapping your hands lightly against eachother, applauding him for the win, but at the back of your mind, you wanted to see him.
he was a complete stranger, yet he felt magnetic. you felt drawn to him just by a single gaze. it wasn't really romantic according to you, it just felt weird. it maybe was curiosity, or the fact that you have never seen someone with such deep eyes and striking features.
you followed the mass that was exiting the arena after the little celebration, stepping carefully behind people, making sure not to be pushed around. you looked in all directions multiple times, trying to look in between bodies and finding your friends. you looked to your right and with a sight of only new faces, you whipped your head to your left and your soul almost left your body.
the same orange-haired boy, was right next you. you didn't know when or where he appeared from, but that was the least of your concerns. he looked absolutely perfect, much much better up close. your eyes followed his features like it was a habit and you noticed the faded bruises from last time. they weren't gone completely like you thought earlier, but just faded enough to be neglected.
your eyes paused at his lips, and maybe it was because you were too nervous, your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest anytime soon. his lips turned into a smirk as he cleared his throat. that caused you to look back up and he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, the smirk still evident on his face.
you swiftly turned your head away from him, internally cursing at yourself for staring at a stranger like that, right to his face. you could feel your face burning and suddenly it was too hot between the pool of bodies.
you finally reached the exit of the arena, him walking next to you without a word. the crowd diverged in multiple directions, you two walking straight ahead. you spot your friends not far away from you.
you slip your hands in your pockets, making an attempt to let your jeans absorb the sweat on them, for which you didn't know the cause of. you turned to the boy, and as you were about to say something, you heard your name being yelled, almost angrily.
"y/n!", it was woochan. you whipped your head towards them, youngseo gesturing you to join them. the frown on woochan's face and the unpleasant expression didn't go unnoticed by you.
you signed to the boy with your hands, pointing your thumb at your friends, gesturing that you had to leave, your left hand slipping into your back pocket once again. he nodded as you stepped backwards, towards your friends while facing him.
your lips turn into the slightest smile and you turn away, looking at your friends' who were already walking away.
"y/n!", you head your name being called again, but this time it was the orange haired boy. you walked back as he jogged towards you, handing you a slip of paper and ran back with a smile, waving at you.
you open the slip gently and you spot something that makes you utterly flustered.
you're pretty ♡
xxx-yyyy-xxxx
— JAMES :)
you smile to yourself widely, pushing the paper into your pocket hurriedly as you run back to your friends, with a flustered heart.
FEATURING ▶jo woochan, lee youngseo, nishimura riki, kim jongseob, martin edwards
TAGLIST ▶( @hoonsocks ) ( @seonghyeonholic ) ( @heeswifetypeshi ) ( @sweeetbabysblog ) ( @hyeon3y ) ( @vanillakirstein ) ( @melonsna ) ( @teacuplps ) ( @cinnased ) ( @jellywichu ) ( @minhosimthings ) ( @hajimeumemiya06 ) ( @mey-archive ) ( @liwugy ) ( @ramenoil )
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SYNOPSIS ▶ a world filled with fights, blood, adrenaline. a world with no rules. a world that wasn't yours. a boy from that world, crashes into your life like a wave, a cold one, when you least expected it.
you, someone who's strong in her own ways, lawful and utterly gorgeous. you stumble into his life by accident, flip his world upside down.
a series of events that occur when these two people desire each other, despite all the obstacles and consequences. how would it end?
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WARNINGS ▶ fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of smoking and alcohol, cursing, illegal boxing themes. (more to be added as written & at the start of each part)
｡𖦹° ‧─── THIS IS NOT A SERIES. IT'S A STORY WITH 2-3 PARTS, DEPENDING ON HOW LONG IT GETS!
─── KAYZ'S NOTES ▶ hello my cuties! it's my first time trying this genre/au. i've never written something like this before, not even a long fic, let alone in parts. some of the parts in this fic might be in the texts format. i'm really excited to see how this turns out! likes, reblogs, comments and feedbacks are really appreciated! tysm!
GENRE ‣ fluff, angst if you squint, bsfs to lovers.
WARNINGS ‣ none really! not proofread.
FEATURING ‣ cortis members.
AUTHOR'S NOTES ‣ guys it's been so long since i actually wrote smth like this and my skills have downgraded so bad but trust my og self will be back <3
"What classes do you have today?" yn asks as they walk through the pathway between the greens which surround their school. The day was bright and yet the breeze was calm and soothing. yn loved such days. It reminded her of every casual summer when she was a child.
"math, first ew, chemistry, english lit aaaannd, i don't remember what's next. After lunch it is entirely for practice though." Martin informs and turns on his heel, while walking backwards to converse with her, his fingers tugging at his backpack's shoulder straps.
"why? would you miss me if i'm away for too long?" he asks cockily, a playful smile on his lips. Martin loved teasing yn and he has been doing it for years.
yn scoffs at his question while brushing her hair back and retorts, "you wish." she scoffed but she looks away from his gaze towards the football field. "It's just better to know how long I have left before I see you again and lose my peace."
Just then, a bunch of boys arrive behind Martin. one of them jumps on his back while another hands him a basketball. the college basketball team, also Martin's friends.
"hi pretty yn!" keonho gushes as he waves at you. He lands himself smack by the back of Martin's hand, in his stomach and winces.
"What a bunch of flirts." as if on cue, byeol, yn's second best friend slash classmate says as she locks her arm with her friend's.
"interesting way to say jealous, byeol." James retorts and byeol rolls her eyes. James and byeol were known in their year for being each other's biggest enemies. they are always at each other' throats and it's tiring as hell to the others.
the school bell rings and some of the guys start scurrying back to their classes. Martin looks around and notices the rush and says "see you later, pretty." followed by a wink, which was clearly directed at yn.
She silently stares at his back disappearing into the school entrance and once he's out of sight, she lets out the breath she's been holding.
she could feel byeol roll her eyes as she dramatically clutches her chest and crunches forward.
"You are so damn pathetic." says the short haired girl.
"and you're a hater." yn retorts.
"Yea, right."
"Can you blame me though? that damn wink byeol i think i will DIE if he keeps doing this."
Byeol just shakes her head in disapproval of her behaviour and walks away heading to class. yn skips, following her best friend, hands behind her back while muttering something along the lines of how flustered the male makes her and how handsome he is and how talented he is.
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yn was lying on the bed in the nurse’s room, faking a stomach ache. Her feet crossed each other, the right leg tapping into the air to the rhythm of a random song, her hands were on her stomach and her mind was running around a specific blonde boy, a million thoughts at a time.
Does she like him? Sure she does. It was obvious. Well only to her and byeol. What if she confessed to him? She’d be ruining a friendship. What if he likes her back? Oh my god what if he does?
All those thoughts which keep running in her head, multiple times a day, bothered her so much to the point that she had to skip class just to think. Every word that the teacher spoke bounced off of her head and she could not concentrate at all.
A click of the door was heard, snapping her out of the trail of thoughts, and a male entered the room. His hands were in the pockets of his uniform jacket and the pockets looked unusually huge.
“yn? Are you sick?” he asked, a little concerned.
“Are YOU sick, keonho?” she questioned back. He shrugged with a little smile and answered, “I'm skipping class bro.”
“Same.” yn answered as her eyes darted to his pockets.
Keonho noticed the shift of her gaze and pulled out two packs of chocolate milk, one from each pocket and threw one at her to catch.
“Bought both of them for myself but i’ll let you have one cuz I'm a very nice, handsome and cool guy.” His lips turned into a smirk. He definitely was plotting something.
“Thank you, glorious king.” yn said playfully, sending him a bow as she poked the straw into the opening of the pack. Keonho shot her a wink, a smirk still evident on his face. She pretended to gag and gave him a disgusted look.
“HAH! You didn’t do that when Martin winked at you.” he laughed knowingly, making yn choke on the chocolate milk while simultaneously eyeing him with her eyes wide open in shock.
“I saw you in the morning, yn. And you’re obvious sometimes.” Keonho was excited to know her secret, mainly because he’d get to tease her about it but also deep down, he was willing to help.
“Do you think he knows?” she asked, worried. There was nothing to hide from Keonho now. Afterall, she trusted him the most after her best friends.
“Nah. He's too dumb and oblivious. And you two lowkey piss me off cuz I've been noticing every single day and I was wondering whether to tell you about how he likes you too–” he slapped a hand over his mouth, realising what he just said. yn’s eyes widened, much bigger than before and she sat up straight. Keonho stopped blabbering and started stepping back to leave the room, knowing he messed up.
“Keonho what do you mean?”
“Uh nothing yn” he let out a light, awkward chuckle.
“What do you mean ‘nothing’? what did you just say?” he unlocked the door in a swift, muttering a ‘nothing’.
“AHN KEONHO COME BACK HERE!” yn’s voice trailed as he ran out of the room and for his life.
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It was lunch time and all of the boys, along with yn and byeol were at the same table. yn somehow found herself between keonho and seonghyeon, martin sitting exactly across her.
James and byeol were arguing again about the tactics of some game and Juhoon dug into his food as soon as he set his plate down on the lunch table.
“Ahn keonho we need to talk.” y’/n stated in a voice too commanding but with a forced smile on her face. Keonho was scared for his life and she heard seonghyeon snicker from her left. She raised an eyebrow at him and back at keonho as her eyes bore into his soul.
“Uh, I panicked and you know, told him.” Keonho whispered in her ear as yn let out a scoff, followed by a laugh which barely managed to mask the atrocity she was feeling due to this entire ordeal.
“Eom seonghyeon, you better not tell anyone or I'll break your legs and feed them to your dog.” she muttered from between her teeth, close to his ear so that nobody else would hear her.
Seonghyeon’s eyes darted to Martin's, who seemed to not like the entire scene that was unfolding in front of him, clear jealousy pooling in his eyes. His heart said ‘no’ but his evil mind said ‘yes’. And so, he grabbed yn’s hand and gestured keonho to follow him, dragging both of them out of the dining hall and into the lawn next to the hall.
Martin started picking at his food restlessly, taking glances at the window which allowed him to look at the three having a conversation. He could see them laughing and he hated how it was not him who made her laugh. He hated how seonghyeon grabbed his best friend’s hand, he hated how close she was to them. Maybe it was possessiveness or he was just jealous because she wasn’t his yet. He probably isn’t the one who she’d fall for and he probably could never have her to himself.
Ears dulled due to the noise in his head, muffled noises all over and suddenly he heard Juhoon's spoon and chopsticks hit the plate with a clank, implying he finished his food and also interrupting his thoughts.
“If you’re so jealous–”
“no , I'm not.”
“just ask her out–”
“Nope.”
“Shut the fuck up and ask her out, it’s obvious she likes you too.” Juhoon said, annoyed by Martin's denial and walked away picking up his plate.
Just then, the three walked back to the table. Keonho giggled a little as he sat down and yn slapped his arm giggling back.
Martin slapped his chopsticks on the table, grabbing his food and disposing it off as he walked away without even looking back at them. Keonho smirked and said, “I told you.”
✴
The next few days, yn noticed that Martin had been avoiding her. Giving her single word replies, ignoring her texts, asking her to go back home alone instead of walking with her with an excuse of ‘staying back at school for practice.’
Martin was actually hurting. He hated how he couldn’t be with her and he also hated the fact that she possibly liked someone else. He knew he was just assuming everything but he could see how close she and Keonho were. And of course keonho was charming and he obviously had no say in what she chooses for herself.
It was absolute hell for yn as well. Not being able to talk to him and be with him all the time like they used to be. She spent the few days wondering what she did wrong, but now as she sat on the edge of her bed, biting her nails and overthinking, she realised that she needs to put an end to this uncertainty.
And so she grabbed her jacket and phone and within a few minutes she was in front of Martin's house. She quickly pulled out her phone and opened the contacts to call him, but she hesitated. The cold was insane and she was insane to forget proper clothing and come out with a single layer of jacket. Her hands were freezing and her nose red by now.
She got herself together and hit the call button and held up the phone next to her ear. The low ringing made her nervous and the cold was not helping at all. She had started shivering a little and her thoughts started spiraling again. And then they were interrupted by the cut in between the fifth ring, and a voice spoke.
“Hello?”
“Hey. Martin. Uhh so i’m outside your house right now and uh- i mean- we need to talk but can you please let me in first it’s really cold outside.” she rambled and within a few seconds, the front door opened.
“yn, are you fucking stupid?” Martin almost yelled at her as he put his jacket on her shoulders and shoved her inside the house.
“I just wanted to, you know, I wanted to know why you were avoiding me.” she said with a low voice, as they made their way towards his room.
Martin didn’t know what to tell her. Her voice made him realise that he was hurting her by doing whatever he was doing and it broke him. He led her to his room, and she naturally took her seat on his bed like she always did.
He silently sat on his desk chair, swirling it to face her. The distance between the bed and his chair wasn’t much and his knees were so close to hers. His eyes were fixated on the floor and he did not seem to be wanting to say anything any sooner.
yn grew impatient and more nervous with her own thoughts and feelings. As soon as she saw his face when she showed up at his door, all her emotions went up in a swirl. She missed him immensely, and she could see in his eyes that he missed her too. But she didn’t miss the hint of guilt in them. It was all so confusing for her and her mind ran places. Martin’s silence was definitely not helping.
She sighed and lifted her legs off the floor, crossing them as she extended her arms towards him. He didn’t take notice of her as he was most likely spacing out with his own thoughts.
yn nudged his knee with the same hand which made him look up to her eyes and then to the still extended arm.
yn knew he was agitated and she knew how to approach him as well. Growing up with him, she knew how to deal with every version and emotion of him and how to tend to them too.
Martin gently grabbed her hand and moved forward, the chair rolling on the ground helping his movement. She was about to let go of her hand but he held onto it tighter, and she let him.
Her other hand moved up to his cheek and gently rested on it, her thumb gracing against his skin softly. He half heartedly melted into her touch. That touch was all that was required to tell him that she cared deeply about him.
All of this felt so new to him. Martin had never even realised he liked his best friend like that. He liked her so much that he wanted to kiss her right then, but she doesn’t even know. She doesn’t even know how she made him feel and how badly he wanted her. Heck even he didn’t know until this very moment, the extent that she made him feel. Right now as he involuntarily nuzzled his face into her palm, he decided. He was going to tell her how much he liked her.
Simply as if she read his mind, yn asked, “martin, what is going on? Have I done anything wrong? Have you done anything wrong? You know you can tell me anything–
“yn, i like you.” his eyes stared at their held hands, his heart was beating out of his chest.
“What?” yn blinked as she dipped her head to try and match her gaze with him.
He looked up swiftly, as his hand grabbed hers as she was about to remove her hand from his cheek. He moved closer to her and looked straight into her eyes as he spoke, “yn, i really, really like you. I don’t know how or when it happened, it just did. I hated seeing you so close with Keonho and Seonghyeon the other day. It made me so jealous to the point I started assuming that you liked one of them and it made me go crazy. And I pushed you away and started avoiding you because I couldn't bear to see you when I kept thinking that you didn’t like me back. And even now, I don't know if you even like me back, but I have to get this off my chest to at least be friends with you properly because you are more important to me than anyone and anything else, even my own feelings.”
yn just stared at him in awe. It was finally happening. She didn’t have to hide her feelings anymore. She didn’t need her friends’ help anymore. Nothing else mattered to her now. Martin Edwards, her best friend, liked her back and she couldn’t have asked for anything else from the world.
She sighed and got up from the bed, standing next to him as he turned towards her.
“Stand up.” she said, pretending to be firm.
Martin was losing his mind. He did stand up, but he was losing his mind. He thought he was doomed forever. ‘Oh no she doesn’t like me back.’ was his first thought. ‘I think I lost my best friend.’ was his second.
yn could notice the horror in his face and stifled a laugh which confused him even more.
“I like you too, dummy.” she said laughing out a little louder than expected, and Martin was stunned. All the happiness and realisation rushed to his face, causing him to turn red at her confession.
He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He hugged her tightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and bent forward to nuzzle his face into her neck as he sighed in contentment. Her scent made him too dizzy along with all the fuzz inside his chest and his knees went weak which caused him to stumble a little.
“Hey! Martin, careful!” yn yelped as she helped him stand steady. They pulled away from each other and she giggled looking at his flushed face. She heard him mumble something under his breath and when questioned, he brushed it off saying it was nothing.
Martin couldn’t help but stare at her. He was whipped and his chest felt so full with all the flutter and love he was feeling just by looking at her. His hands grabbed her face gently and he dipped down to kiss her forehead oh so lovingly and that one moment seemed to pause the time around them. This moment was to be cherished forever and both of them were the happiest in each others’ presence as always, just a little differently this time.
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