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୨ৎ TUESDAY MARCH 18, 2025 4:09 PM
— shaking his head, SEUNGHAN lets out a heavy sigh as he tries to continue ignoring the many thoughts racing in his head.
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☆彡 always and forever chapter 3: if only with you
☆彡 always and forever ☆彡 NEXT ☆彡 BACK
a/n: this chapter's song is if only with you - rocco my sohee ToT
synopsis! despite yn and lee sohee being inseparable since childhood, yn found herself developing feelings that went beyond friendship. after fighting with unspoken emotions for far too long, yn decides to move on and open her heart to someone new. but just as she starts to let go, sohee comes to a realization of his own. will yn's lingering feelings for sohee finally fade, or will they resurface stronger than ever?
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great mornings start with kisses | mark lee
synopsis: your little family loves having a routine, having breakfast together, getting ready together and most importantly, waking each other up with kisses. because, as mark always says, great mornings always start with kisses, and that's the most important part of the routine.
pairing: girl dad!mark x female!reader
genre: fluff, domesticity, established relationship, suggestive
word count: 2.1k
contains: daughter doesn't have a name, but he calls her "cookie". fluff galore. some suggestive talking and jokes, mark is very emotional and he cries in this one lol like full on sobbing, a waking up routine i had with my dad when i was little :(
author's note: mark's A KISSER so it's only normal for his family to enjoy small and frequent kisses (im coughing up blood IM SICK). a huge thank you to the beautiful anon who suggested this idea, even if it took me four months to get to it </3 mark in this one???? i need him so bad. not proofread (yet) <3
more dad!mark & cookie: MASTERLIST 🍪
©️ kongjjen 2024 - 2025. all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.
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୭ೃ — ENTANGLED
CHAPTER 5 — FROZEN YOGURT
SUMMARY!! confessing to your best friend seemed like a good idea, right!? well, spoiler alert: it wasn't. fast forward to 2 years later and now you two are attending the same college and wait ... his girlfriend is your roommate?
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Bus or Truck - Oh Sion
summary: in which the thirst message that you wrote about your classmate accidentally gets sent to his best friend instead of yours
part i
nct masterlist - next
taglist: open
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ch. 21: if i could fly
Jeno sighs for the nth time that night as he slips on his shoes by the front door. His father’s lecture from dinner is still fresh in his mind, and it plays like a broken record as he stands up and slips on his coat.
He steps out into the frigid air of the night, a shiver running up his spine but he’d much rather freeze right now than stay in the house where his thoughts can’t seem to leave him alone. He walks down the familiar streets of his hometown, a slight grimace on his face as his father’s voice loops through his head.
He needs a drink. Maybe even several drinks. But unfortunately for him, the nearest convenience store in this stupid town was a twenty minute walk, and it would have closed by the time he got there.
He passes his elementary school as he walks and he stops, taking in a deep breath. The playground was painted over a bright yellow, but even then he could see the chips and cracks that came with time. He walks onto the rubber flooring and sits on a swing, the seat being just a bit too small for him but he didn’t care. He shuts his eyes and rests his head against the rope, the thoughts in his mind running rampant as he swings himself slowly.
As he sits on the swing, he can’t help but remember the time you and him were together at the playground near campus. A small huff of laughter leaves his lips as he remembers his own drunken antics, and a fond smile etches it’s way onto his features as he thinks about how well you took care of him despite him being an asshole at the time.
God, he misses you. He misses your laugh thats slightly too loud and the way your eyes twinkle whenever you’re telling your friends about the new book you’ve started to read. He misses the way you furrow your brows when you’re concentrated during dance practice and the way you always try to crack a joke to keep the mood up when everyone’s tired. He misses you, in your entirety, but you were probably back home getting closer to Jaemin while he was stuck here getting hounded by his father every day for the next two weeks.
He sighs heavily, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands. He’s drowning in an amalgamation of thoughts and he can’t use alcohol to drown them out this time, so he just lets the cold numb his hands and face as he sits pitifully in the small swing.
“Oh no. Are you drunk again?”
His head snaps up when he hears your sweet-like-honey voice flood his very cold ears and his eyes lock onto yours, the thoughts that were clouding his head screeching to an abrupt stop as he looks at you for the first time in three weeks.
“Y/N?” His voice comes out raspy because the cold air has completely dried his throat, and he coughs before calling out to you again. “Y-Y/N?”
You sigh, running a gloved hand through your hair, “I had a feeling this would happen. How much did you have?”
“How much what?”
“Alcohol! How much did you drink tonight?” You kneel in front of him with your eyebrows stitched together in slight exasperation and worry. “Whats with you and sitting in below freezing weather when you’re drunk? Are you trying to get frost bite or something?”
He’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you’re actually real and in front of him as you scold him for his lack of appropriate clothing.
“God, you can’t even answer me. Where did you even get alcohol in this fuckass town?” You mumble, taking off your mittens and attempting to put them on his larger hands.
Although his hands are partially numb, he could feel the way your warm fingers gently touch his palm, and he snaps out of his lovestruck daze.
“I’m…I’m not drunk but what are you…why are you here?” He speaks breathlessly, partially because he’s very sure the cold is squeezing his lungs and partially because you’ve gotten impossibly prettier since the last time he saw you.
“You’re not drunk? Really?” You quirk a brow at him, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Two. Now, answer my question. What are you doing here?” His eyes trace your features as realization dawns on you and you blink at him.
“Oh, well…I came to see you,” Your face softens as you look at him, your hand still holding his as you try to squeeze your mitten on.
He definitely wishes he was drunk right now. At least then, it could excuse the way his heart soars when you tell him you came all this way just to see him.
“How did you…when did you…god, I have so many questions,” He lets out huff, shaking his head as he tries to organize his thoughts.
“Why don’t I walk you back home and we can talk? Your hands are shaking and these stupid mittens won’t fit,” You grumble, pulling them off his fingers and putting them back on.
He shakes his head almost immediately, “No. I don’t want to go home right now.”
You let out a soft sigh, nodding. You understand the feeling all too well, so you don’t push him as you move to sit on the tiny swing next to him. A thick silence fills the space between you two as he looks at the ground and you look at him.
“You’re gonna get cold,” He mumbles, eyes glued to the ground.
You scoff, “I’m properly layered, unlike you.”
He lets out a soft laugh at your snarky response, his head shaking in amusement. It’s quiet again for some time, and you look down at your shoes as he speaks up.
“Why’d you come to see me?” He asks quietly, his feet shuffling on the rubber flooring of the playground. When his question is met with silence, he continues speaking, “I mean, you could be at Chenle’s cabin cozying up to Jaemin right now. Why would you-“
“Jeno, I don’t like Jaemin.”
Your words cut him off and he stills, looking down at his shoes before turning his head to look at you with his brows stitched together in confusion. You roll your eyes at his expression, turning your whole body as best as you can in the tiny ass swing to face him.
“You didn’t watch the whole video, you know. If you did, you would have known that Winter was definitely not talking about Jaemin.”
He blinks slowly, your words registering in his brain as his lips form a small ‘o’.
“So…is it Mark?” He asks quietly, and you let out an annoyed groan.
“Oh my god, you’re dumb,” You mumble into your hands, ignoring his noises of protest as you sigh. “No, it’s not Mark.”
He lets out a noise of realization and you smile in relief, his lips settling in a line. “Right. It’s probably Chenle, huh? You guys are always together, I should have known-”
“It’s you! It’s not Jaemin, Mark, Chenle, or Jisung. Or Renjun or Hyuck or even Winter! It’s you, dumbass. I sat on a damn train for two hours and I am now sitting on the world’s most uncomfortable swing at 11pm in the middle of winter because I like you! Does that spell it out for you?”
Despite the freezing cold temperature that nips at his ears and nose, his face grows incredibly hot at your confession, and his lips part in surprise.
“Y-you…I-I…What?” His voice comes out quietly, a strange feeling churning in his chest and rendering him speechless.
You groan again, standing up from the god awful swing and putting your hand up as if you’re taking an oath.
“I, Y/N Y/L/N, like you, Lee Jeno, and probably have since the minute I joined dance. I like that you have the softest spot for your friends even though you try to act like an asshole. I like that you’re passionate about dance and that you do everything you can to encourage our team members to keep going. I like that we like the same snacks and shows, and I like that I never have to pretend to be someone else around you because even if you pretend like you don’t, I know you like me too,” You let out in one big breath.
Jeno doesn’t know what to do or say. He stares at you with slightly wide eyes and parted lips, any form of vocabulary being completely caught in his throat. He tries to absorb the information you just presented him, his brain replaying your words over and over again.
“Okay so you…” He starts, pointing at you, “Like me?” He points back at himself.
“Yes.”
“And not…Jaemin? Or any of our other friends?”
“Okay, I thought I made that pretty clear but yeah, thats the gist.”
Jeno’s brain hasn’t malfunctioned like this since taking bio chemistry last semester. He’s staring at you with a million thoughts running through his head, but none of them are coherent enough for him to speak, so he just stares dumbly at you for what feels like ages.
“Okay.”
You furrow your brows at his response, moving your hair away from your ears to make sure you heard that correctly, “Okay?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll probably have a better response for you in like, maybe three hours? But it’s really cold right now and I think it’s causing some sort of neurological delay,” He bounces on the balls of his feet in an attempt to garner some warmth.
It was only then did you realize that he was trembling, not from your confession but from the temperature that only seems to be dropping as you two stand in the playground.
“Oh shit, yeah, let’s get you warmed up. Let’s go home,” You take off your scarf and wrap it around his head, and you empty your pockets of the heat packs you brought and stuff them into his hands.
“I already told you, I don’t want you to-“
“Not that home. Home where everyone else is,” You sigh quietly, “Jaemin already talked to your dad and got your stuff from the house. They should be here to pick us up and take us to the station any minute now.”
“They?” He quirks a brow.
As if on queue, you both turn your heads at the sound of a car honking and see a white SUV pull up in front of the playground. The driver window rolls down and Jaemin sticks his head out, a playful smile on his face as he waves at the two of you. Mark and Jisung follow suit, their heads sticking out of the backseat window as they wave.
“Our train leaves in 20 minutes! Are you two done making out or what?” You hear Chenle’s voice call out from the passenger seat, and you and Jeno both laugh at the way Jaemin grimaces at the volume.
“Come on. Let’s go home,” You smile at Jeno.
His lips are completely frozen, and he’s sure if he moves them too much they’ll crack and bleed, but despite that he manages a small smile and nods, walking towards the car with you.
The entire ride to the train station is a blur for Jeno, your confession weighing heavily on his mind as he stares blankly out the window. The guys buzz with excitement and are going on about what he’s missed since he left, but he drowns all of it out as he contemplates what to do about the fact that you like him. He’s in a daze up until you’re all seated on the train, and Mark pipes up from across the aisle.
“Hey, it’ll be new years in one minute! We should start counting down,” Mark buzzes.
“Don’t remind me. I should be having a rager at my cabin right now,” Chenle grimaces, glaring half heartedly at Jeno.
As Mark starts counting down the minute, Jisung shushes him and ushers him to sit back down in his seat, “Stop that. We’re in public.”
“Theres no one else in the cart besides us! Come on! 15…14…” Mark continues, and you laugh from your seat next to Jeno at his excitement. Jeno’s shoulder gently nudges yours to get your attention and you turn your head to him.
“You’re sure you like me?” He asks quietly, a hint of nervousness and something close to desperation lingering in his soft gaze.
“Yes, Jeno. I’m sure I like you,” You reassure him with a smile.
“Like, how sure?” He presses.
You let out a quiet huff of laughter, “Very sure. So sure I’m willing to bet money on it.”
Jeno’s heart nearly bursts at the seams when your hand accidentally brushes his, and his eyes flicker to Mark, now joined by Chenle, who counts down the last few seconds to the new year.
“3…2…1!”
As the train passes through a tunnel and is plunged into darkness, Jeno leans forward and gently presses his lips against yours. His hand gently cradles your jaw, bringing you closer to him as he kisses you tenderly.
You’re taken aback by the action, your ears ringing half from the way your body seems to buzz at the feeling of his lips and half from the shriek that comes from Jisung as the cart is enveloped in darkness. You’re frozen too long for Jeno’s liking, and he pulls away with worried eyes, thinking he overstepped his boundaries.
“I-I’m sorry, I just-“
You don’t waste another second as you pull him back in by his hoodie, your hands bunching the material as your lips mold with his. His body melts in relief at your touch, and both of his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you back with every ounce of love and tenderness his body held for you.
When both pull apart, the train is dimly lit again and you’re both slightly out of breath, the smiles on your faces undeniable as you look at each other. Somewhere in the background, you can hear the guys teasing Jisung for his girlish scream, but you can’t afford to pay any mind to that right now when Jeno sits in front of you with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes filled with nothing but adoration.
“Happy new year, Jeno,” You breathe out, your voice hushed as you let go of his hoodie and smooth out the creases that you caused.
Jeno’s eyes never leave your face as you sheepishly fix his hoodie, and his hands move to gently hold yours in his lap. The voice that tells him he might never be good enough for you is drowned out with the rest of the noise in the cart, and as he stares at your softened features and the way you smile at him so prettily, he decides then and there that he would be okay as long as he was yours.
“Happy new year, Y/N.”
[BONUS]
Jaemin watches with a fond smile as Mark and Chenle count down for the new year, his shoulders shaking with laughter as Jisung cowers in his seat out of embarrassment. His ears perk up when he hears Jeno speak to you from the seats behind him, and he listens in as he asks you if you’re sure you like him.
Typical Jeno, he thinks, rolling his eyes at his friend’s very uncool line of questioning. When the train passes through the tunnel and Jisung lets out a less than manly cry next to him, he notices the silence from behind him and decides to peek through the crack between the seats to see what you two were doing.
His eyes struggle to adjust to the inky darkness in the cart, but he swears he can see what looks like the outline of two people pressed against each other, and he gasps quietly, swatting Jisungs arm.
“Dude! I think they’re kissing, but I can’t see!” He whispers, trying to get a better view without disrupting your moment.
“Who’s that?! Who just touched me?!” Jisung shrieks, and Jaemin slouches back in his seat with a blank stare at the coward beside him.
“Dude, seriously? I’ve been right next to you this whole time,” He mutters, the younger boy putting his hands out and touching the seat in front of him.
“What did you say? It’s too dark, I can’t hear you!”
“What does that have to do with-“
The train cart is dimly lit again and Jisung lets out a sigh of relief, Jaemins face twisted into a slight scowl at his dramatics.
When he peeks through the crack between the seats again, he sees Jeno holding your hands and he smiles, settling back in his seat with his arms crossed over his puffed out chest triumphantly.
Jisung turns to him in an attempt to ignore the teasing coming from beside him. “What are you all smug about?”
“The fruits of my labor are ripe and beautiful, my friend. And I am enjoying them thoroughly.”
Jisung’s eyebrow twitches up in a look of confusion and slight concern, before he turns away from him.
“Whatever that means.”
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wc: 2.8k haha…IM SORRY!
ch. 22:
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NOTES: did you guys like this chapter do you guys love me if i were an ant would you step on me….anyhow i hope you guys love this chapter as much as i do!!! had me geeking and giggling fr. next chapter probably soon because im going on vacation next week and i don’t want you guys to starve (again…)🫂
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pairing: mark x reader
summary: mark reads you a bedtime story.
꒰ annas note: ꒱ small drabble based on what lia said about mark :3 as the #1 markf i had to do my man justice.. (i take any excuse to write for him) and this was super cute!! i had a lot of fun writing hehe.. i hope i did it justice..
you and mark sat cuddled up in bed, legs intertwined as he held his phone up, a story on the bright screen. you look up at him after having your chest on his head, “mark.. does this not seem too childish?” you ask softly. you had asked if he could read you a small bedtime story and he agreed, happily.
mark looked down at you with a soft smile gracing his lips, “of course not sweetness, whatever helps you sleep a little better right?” he always did the most for you, no matter how busy he tends to be or if he’s too tired, he always drops everything for you. and you were always grateful.
“this one sound okay?” he showed you his screen and you read a little bit of it, nodding with a soft hum exiting your lips, “mhm, sounds good.” and so he started, his soft voice reciting the words to you. you loved how he sounded, the way he talked, the noises that would leave him.. it calmed you. he has a distinct way of speaking that always made your heart flutter.
“that’s life, no?” he mumbled, stroking your hair softly as you smiled, nodding along to what he’s reading, eyes closed. “thanks markie, goodnight..” you whisper.
“goodnight, sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up, ‘kay?”
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like a rainy day !
𝜗𝜚⋆₊ summary ! as long as you can remember, all the important moments in your relationship with mark, happen in a rainy day.
pairing ! nonidol! mark x fem!reader.
genre ! kind of strangers to lovers, angst, fluff.
warning ! kissing, mark is an idiot, insecure reader for a moment, mention of alcohol, reader gets tipsy, mention of park jinyoung cause that’s loml.
word count ! 7.3k.
𝜗𝜚⋆₊ notes ! i always have to mention things that i like, jinyoung my man i love u give one chance pls, also sex and the city mention cause why not. also +82 pressing ?? they are insane suing them for no thinking about my sanity 😭
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chapter 1 ! fated (written, 2.3k words)
content warning — lots of cussing, this is set in a bar so alcohol/getting drunk/drinking is all mentioned, once again taesan is an asshole ex, i lowkey suck at writing so this might be hot garbage, timestamps are irrelevant
this was a horrible idea.
you knew it as soon as you walked into club rocko’s only to spot your ex, taesan, on the dance floor with the girl he cheated on you with.
ningning reassured you that it wasn’t a big deal, but the sight made your vision go red. you needed to escape. you made your way through the sea of sweaty bodies towards the bar, collapsing onto an empty stool next to a guy with black, disheveled hair, sporting a denim jacket and grey sweats.
you slammed your card down onto the bar top, catching the bartender’s attention. “2 shots of vodka please.”
the bartender nodded and left to grab your drinks. as you waited, your gaze fell to the boy right next to you. in his hand, a neon green drink.
“excuse me, what are you drinking?”
he whipped his head to look at you, startled. without saying a word, he pointed at the menu in front of you. your eyes followed suit of his finger, eyes scanning the name of the drink.
“two shots of vodka for you,” the bartender returned and announced, setting down the shot cups in front of you.
“thanks,” you said, forcing a smile. “and can i get what he’s drinking too?”
concerned, the bartender glanced at the boy, as if asking for approval. the boy just shrugged, and the bartender nodded.
when he left to make you your new drink, you immediately downed one of the shots. you reached for the second one, but before you could properly grab it, the boy beside you spoke.
“i think you should slow down.” his voice was quiet, a soft murmur underneath the club’s blaring music. you could barely hear him, only properly making out his words by reading his lips.
“i understand the concern, but i have no intentions of remembering tonight.” you remarked, the burn of the last shot still stinging in your throat.
“bad day?” he asked. tokuno yushi wasn’t known to talk much. perhaps it was the alcohol.
you scoffed, downing another shot. “no, bad life.”
yushi only hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. his attention quickly shifted back to his drink, his finger idly tapping the side of his almost empty glass. your index finger reached out to tap his shoulder, wanting to continue the conversation.
“not that you asked but, do you see that guy over there?” you turned around to point at taesan and the girl, “that’s my ex, and that’s the girl he cheated on me with.”
yushi followed your gaze, only looking at taesan for a moment “oh,” he frowned, “i’m sorry.”
“it’s whatever.”
the bartender returned with your blue drink. you paid, and without wasting any time, you took your first sip.
“so tell me, why are you alone here sitting all cute and pretty?” you asked.
“my stupid friends dragged me here.”
“don’t call them stupid,” you laughed, taking another sip. “at least they wanted you here.”
he didn’t say anything to that. the silence felt heavy as your words hung in the air. you regretted what you said—why did you say that? why isn’t he saying anything? he probably doesn’t even want to talk to you anymore. just as you reached for your drink again, almost sure that the conversation was dead this time, he was the one to continue.
“you’re right,” he nodded, “i guess this is just not my scene. as corny as that sounds.”
“what?” you scoffed. “let me guess, you’d rather be home right now, but your friends dragged you out here to beat the lame loser allegations.”
his jaw dropped slightly as he turned to look at you, “read me like a book.”
“no way, really?” you grinned, face lit up in excitement.
you both took another sip of your drinks when you spotted a familiar silhouette getting closer to you from the corner of your eyes. sensing the lurking evil that was your ex-boyfriend, you quickly leaned down to whisper something in yushi’s ear, “weird ask, but my ex is walking towards us right now, can you cause a diversion?”
“definitely not a weird ask.” without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your stool. you let him lead the way to the crowd on the dance floor, losing taesan somewhere behind you. but he didn’t stop there. he kept going, guiding you into a stairwell in the corner of the bar. your heart pounded—pretty boy? secluded staircase?
the two of you reached the top of the staircase, and the door opened to reveal the club’s empty rooftop patio. the city skyline stretched before you, the night sky littered with stars.
he let go of your hand and stared at you with admiration as you took it all in.
“sorry, did i scare you?” he asked.
“a little,” you remarked, eyes still glued to the sky, “but no—this is great, thank you.”
he sat down at a bench near the edge, a place that seemed familiar to him. this was where he found solace whenever his friends dragged him to the club. he was never one to actually participate in the festivities. you noticed this and followed suit, taking a seat next to him.
your eyes that were once admiring the sky were now admiring him—the random boy from the bar. then, seemingly out of nowhere, the world began to spin ever so slightly.
you let out a groan as you rubbed your temples. “those drinks are getting to me.”
“to be fair, i did try to stop you.”
“well you didn’t try hard enough,” you chuckled, slurring your words ever so slightly.
he reached over, gently guiding your head to rest against his shoulder. a kind gesture, one that made your heart flutter despite all the alcohol scrambling your thoughts. it reminded you of taesan, how he took care of you when you were drunk. how, the last time you were drunk, he snuck off to meet her. this revelation made your throat tighten up and eyes water. scared of what yushi’s reaction may be, your hands reached up to cover your face.
he hummed, “hey, you okay?” his voice was gentle, like the warm embrace of a hug.
you hesitated in answering the question, thinking your answer might be too forward, but you continued anyways. “be honest with me, am i stupid for still missing my ex?” the alcohol was obviously turning your thoughts into mush, but there was no stopping it now.
“i mean,” you continued, not even giving the boy a chance to speak, “we were together for four years and we broke up months ago. my friends brought me here to forget about him but since i have the worst luck in the world of course he’s here too! then i saw you at the bar and i thought—holy shit he’s cute—but then he started walking towards us and everything came rushing back and now i’m a complete emotional wreck!” your words spilled out one after the other, “i mean, he said he was sorry for cheating on me so i should just text him and forgive him, right?” everything came out a jumbled, drunken mess that yushi could barely process. the tears came after, your vision blurring as they spilled out.
after giving you some time to recollect, yushi replied. “but he cheated on you! don’t text him back.”
“he was sorry!”
he scoffed, “he’s sorry he got caught. he’s not sorry he cheated on you.” yushi wiped a tear from your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. “you deserve better than that asshole. you’re beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you.”
the air shifted as the words hung in between the two of you. he didn’t mean to say that, but in the heat of the moment it spilled out. he was hoping that you hadn’t noticed, but you did. his voice laced with rage, the pounding of his heartbeat picking up. it made your heart race too.
you pulled your head away from his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. you nod your head ever so slightly and avoid his eyes. you couldn’t look at him—you were too embarassed, too vulnerable.
“let’s change the topic. can we talk about you?” you said, the words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
“we don’t have to.”
“no, please. i want to,” you pleaded. “let’s talk about why you, the most handsome guy ive ever seen in my life, is talking to me—some no life loser who cant stop crying over her ex.”
yushi just chuckled, flattered yet flustered by your words. his cheeks turned various rosy hues, and his lips curved upwards into a proud smile. you looked at him with a playful side eye, wondering why he hadn’t replied yet. “flustered?” you asked, eyes still shimmering from the tears before.
“i think you’re speaking too highly of me,” he stammered, trying to hide his nervousness.
“lies.” you nudged him playfully, causing him to sway slightly. “people are lined up to get you, but you don’t want them. why?”
“no they are not,” he scoffed, “i just… haven’t found the one yet.”
you hummed in response, but before you could say anything else, your phone began to buzz.
you fumbled through your purse, but when the buzzing finally stopped, you gave up and turned to yushi with a soft smile. “that was probably my friends trying to find out where i am. but before i leave, can you promise me this?” you held up your pinky. “when you find ‘the one,’ you go for her. you don’t hesitate and you let her know that you want to be with her.”
he chuckled, interlocking his pinky with yours. “promise me this too. don’t settle for anything less. find someone who will never hurt you, someone who will treat you like a princess.”
you both nodded, pinkies intertwined—a vow shared between two strangers.
you stood up, your headache eased slightly. you turned to yushi and reached your hand out with a playful smile, “walk me down please?”
he took your hand, guiding you towards the stairs. as you reached the doorway, you stopped. you let go of his hand and turned his whole body to face you.
“can i kiss you?”
his breath hitched, his mind shutting down at your sudden request. wide eyes stared back at you. his cheeks were flushed with a burning red, and his lips parted as he struggled to form any proper response.
“you’re drunk,” he whispered.
“not drunk, just tipsy. definitely conscious enough to want to kiss you.”
“but.. your ex?” his voice was hesitant. he didn’t want to mention it, worried that you might retract the offer. his gaze flickered—your eyes, your lips, back to your eyes.
“oh fuck him!” you snapped. “you said to find someone who will treat me like a princess,” you took a step closer to him, your bodies only centimetres apart now. “right?”
“w-well, yeah—“
“can it be you? can i kiss you?”
a shaky exhale escaped his lips. struggling to breathe as his chest tightened with every passing moment. he felt every nerve in his body screaming at him to do something—to say something—but all he could do was stand there, like a deer caught in the headlights.
“i— i don’t know.” yushi mumbled, the butterflies in his stomach eating away at him.
“you can say no,” you smiled, watching him carefully. you wanted to make sure he felt comfortable too.
“no—“ he blurted firmly. “as in no, i want you to.” his words were laced with desperation.
you reached up to cup his rosy cheeks, his face fitting almost perfectly in the palms of your hands. drawing him in, the space between you shrank with every heartbeat. then, your lips pressed together.
fireworks. a rush of something that felt perfect. the world paused, everything that had troubled the two of you fading away into nothingness. as if the universe had destined for this to happen—you, yushi, this empty rooftop, this exact moment.
when you pulled away, yushi’s head snapped away from you, desperate to hide the pink painted all over his face. his heart still racing, his lips tingling at the feeling, the last thing he wanted was for you to see how badly he wanted this moment to last.
then, your phone rang.
“fuck,” you grumbled, rummaging through your purse for your phone. “way to ruin the moment,” you groaned when you spotted it, immediately rejecting the call.
“im sorry was that too forward?” you asked, glancing at yushi, who’s eyes were still glued to the imaginary things he was ‘paying attention to.’
he just shook his head, still in shock. he looked at you, unable to read your mind. why weren’t you flustered? what he didn’t know, was that you were a mess, your head racing with thoughts of the most perfect kiss you just shared. you were just better at hiding it.
you grabbed his hand again, like it was second nature, leading him down the stairs. when you stepped back into the club, your friends immediately spotted you. wonbin was the first to approach.
“hey! we need to go… yuna is drunk out of her mind,” wonbin said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the rest of the group, not even giving you or yushi a chance to properly say goodbye to each other.
at the same time you were being pulled away, sion slung an arm over yushi’s shoulder, but he barely noticed. his gaze was still locked onto you, heart pounding, and the feeling of your fingers still lingering.
sion spoke up, breaking yushi’s daze, “who was that?”
wonbin’s grip released from your wrist as soon as you arrived to ningning and yuna. “who was that?”
the night’s entire interaction replayed through both of your minds once more—every glance, every word, and every touch—and your hearts dropped at the realization:
“i don’t know.”
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synopsis — fresh out of a horrific break up, yn gets invited out to the club by her friends. on the other hand, tokuno yushi, the quietest in his group of friends, is dragged to the same one. after spending a night filled with a whirlwind of emotions together, they both make the mistake of never formally introducing themselves. they are both determined to find each other again. after all, if they were really soulmates, fate would take over again. right?
authors note — HAYY FIRST REAL CHAPTER IS OUT AND ITS A LONG ONE ! as mentioned earlier i havent written in YEARSS so this might actually suck balls but i hope yall enjoyed the read anyways <33 ngl i started tweaking out halfway through like… me and who when !
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an: omg we're done with loaded. thank you so much to everyone who read and enjoyed it. I've never had such a big taglist for any ff or smau I've written before so this feels insane. I'm working on a new Sion fic. so tag along for more
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