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✶ for every first I was having with her, she'd already had them with him
❪ genre/pairing ❫ '℘. Jo asakura & fem!reader. ❜ strangers to lovers experienced x inexperienced, emotional scarring, angst, fluff, mini series
Jo did not like the idea of flirting. Hell, he didn’t even like the idea of dating.
Throughout his school life, he had gotten confessions, yes, but never really knew what to do in the situation. His mind was focused on basketball and scholarships, not relationships or dating.
He was busy, and he liked that. He liked having his free time taken up by his friends, not a lover. He liked being busy with the squeaky hardwood court and caskets. His friends had tried to convince him to start—Maki stating that when they got to college, it would be a different ballpark—but Jo had glued himself in independence, like a weeping angel when being looked at.
That is, until he actually got to college. His friends started getting with people, going to parties, and sneaking out of the dorms after hours. Suddenly, the world he had accustomed to changed.
“Dude, it’s the last one before semester break… just this once, please?” Maki pleads from his side of the dorm, his eyes gazing to Jo’s lazy form on the bed as he fixes his jewelry in the mirror.
Jo's eyes roll in response, the small toy basketball being softly launched in the air and dropping back down into his hands repeatedly as he huffs. Maki had been trying to get Jo to go out with him since the younger entered the same college as him.
“Are you even allowed at these parties… freshman?” Maki, of course, seethes at Jo's snarky response, not liking the hierarchy Jo had retaliated with, but nonetheless he turns around with an exaggerated sigh as he sprays on some of his cologne.
“I’m grown enough, Jo… plus, Nico and Euijoo are hosting it, so I get a pass,” Maki sports a cheeky grin.
“Great for you, I guess,” Jo shrugs, a short airy chuckle leaving his parted lips.
“And for you! What's it going to take for you to get up from that bed of yours?” Maki's figure leans against the shared dresser of their dorm, arms crossed with a short, determined smirk; dimple showing off in its usual charismatic glimmer.
Jo opens his mouth to speak, to respond with a snarky yet funny response, when the door to their room opens and their friends Yuma and Harua waltz in.
“Maki, you ready yet? We’ve been waiting in the lounge for like an hour,” Yuma announces from the hallway, hand still connected to the door handle.
“Actually…” Maki’s eyes gleam with a mischievous glint, a smirk laying on his lips, “I was actually trying to bribe Jo into coming with us.” Maki shrugs toward the guys standing at the door.
Harua’s eyebrows furrow a bit with confusion but delight. “Jo coming to a party with us? Are you okay in the head?” A soft “pfft” leaves Yuma’s mouth before he covers it.
“No offense, Jo… but there’s really no sense in you coming,” Harua finishes, and they all shrug at Jo, who’s now sitting up firmly in his bed with curiosity in his expression, confused by the reaction of his friends.
Maki agrees with a shrug, saying bye to Jo as the three walk out with the click of the door signifying their departure.
Throughout Jo’s life, he had never felt the need to go to one of the over-crowded parties his friends were always talking about the next day over. He had never felt the need to meet their expectations because, well, he never felt the need to.
But after hearing them, or seeing them, silently snicker over the thought of him actually attending, had alit a fire within his stomach. His ears getting hot with frustration while he pouted to himself in deep thought. He groaned. Why did he feel like this all of a sudden? Why did he feel the need to go when he’s never felt the need to go before?
After another frustrated huff and groan, he digs under his pillow for his phone, quickly swiping it open and hitting the texting app, his eyebrows furrowed as his thumbs frustratingly type.
JO ASAKURA Send me the address sent 9:30 pm
Jo's leg twitches as he waits for his friend to reply, wondering why it was taking him so long to pull his phone out and send the location to him.
HIROTA RIKI Brah what address sent 9:35
Was he stupid? Jo thinks to himself with a grunt.
JO ASAKURA dpmo. sent 9:35
HIROTA RIKI I’M JOKING GOLLY ME LAUGH A LITTLE FREAK! Here. sent 9:36
Jo’s phone lights up a moment later with the address of the party and he practically jumps out of his cleanly made bed to run to his dresser to pick out his best attire, ready to show his friends up.
His feet stop at the entrance of the house, obviously made to house a fraternity. His eyes scan the fake grass that litters the lawn and all the red cups that lazily lay and twitch in the breeze of the night, the people who are obviously on something laying on the grass looking at the stars with each other, and the people on the porch casually talking with the same red cups in their hands.
He goes to take a step onto the pathway up to the porch but retracts his foot back onto the pavement of the sidewalk, his teeth grating his lip between them as he continues to overlook the packed house. His head subconsciously bows down into his shoulders, trying desperately to somehow rub off his anxiety as he stands there staring at the loud house.
He sucks in a breath, silently counts to three in his head, and finally makes his way toward the opened front door, the music from inside getting louder with each step he takes. He finally lets out his inhale in relief as he makes it into the crowded first floor of the house, the murmuring of people and music making his ears itch and hands go cold.
He tries to ignore the creeping feeling of his anxiety, occupying his senses to find his friends amongst the crowd, using his height to his advantage. He basically towers over everybody in the room, except for some of his fellow basketball teammates who don’t really notice him anyway.
He finally spots Maki, who's waving his arm at him to flag him down, a smile on his face as he leans his body against the open island of the kitchen. There’s another sigh of relief from Jo’s body and he begins to make his way toward where they were, muttering and nervously stammering short “excuse me”s and “pardon me's."
Maki’s hand sweeps down from the air to Jo’s shoulder with a chuckle. “Look who finally decided to show up!” Maki jokes, and the others start to greet Jo casually. Jo immediately feels more relaxed and more comfortable seeing his eight friends’ faces, his shoulders slumping as Taki, another one of his great friends, hands him a drink in one of the infamous red cups.
“Who knew your plan would work, considering how they usually go,” Yuma snorts into his cup next to Maki.
“My plans go through all the time, I just have to humble myself sometimes—gotta ground myself, you know?” Maki resorts back, and Yuma’s eyes roll.
“Yeah, sure man, sure.”
Jo snickers at the banter and turns to sit on one of the stools next to Maki. “So… what do you guys usually do in this setting…” His curiosity gets the best of him, taking a sip from whatever was inside the cup and wincing a bit with a fast retract back from his mouth.
“Talk, drink, dance… more talking, more dancing—you know, the usual. We just like to chill,” Maki shrugs, taking a drink from his own cup with the complete opposite reaction from Jo. Maki takes the swig in one full go, makes a bit of a noise, but doesn’t let the taste bother him like Jo had done.
“Couldn’t you just do that in the dormitory lounge or something… why here, why somewhere so loud?” Jo huffs into his red cup and finally decides to set it down, eyeing the kitchen counters for any sight of soda or something not so harsh on his tastebuds—but to no avail.
Just when he’s about to turn around, a can of Coke slides its way in front of him, and his head whips to see who gave it to him, smiling once his eyes set onto Nicholas.
“Here,” Nicholas smiles and leans against the counter like Maki, now making a Jo sandwich.
“But to answer your question—some people just like the vibes these kinds of functions bring,” Nicholas shrugs.
Jo frowns at the answer. “But some people also come here to find somebody to share the night with.”
Maki’s eyes roll at Nicholas’ sudden slam poetry session. “People come to hook up with other people,” he simplifies, and Nicholas’ eyes roll back.
“That’s basically what I said, dummy.”
“Not even—”
“Okay but can’t you just do that on a normal day? Why come to a frat party?” Jo announces, and Maki refrains from holding in his laugh.
“You really haven’t dated anyone and it shows, dude.” Jo feigns defeat, slouching a bit.
“You can’t just go up to a person and say, ‘Hey I like you, let’s date.’ This isn’t some crazy strangers-to-lovers romance book.” Nicholas’ eyes narrow and Maki catches it with a shrug, taking a sip from his cup again.
“What? I like to read in my free time.”
“Okay well that just doesn’t make sense to me, that’s all… Why not just ask for their number and go? It’s easy really,” Jo shrugs, and Maki and Nicholas look at each other with the same knowing look behind Jo’s head.
“So you’re saying you can do that with ease?” Maki leans in.
“What?! No, I never said that—”
“Well, you did say it was ‘easy,’ didn’t you?” Nicholas snickers and Jo puts his hands up in defense, sensing some kind of undertone.
“Well yeah, but that doesn’t apply to everyone…” Jos hands slowly fall back down to his sides, for some reason the anxious pit in his stomach bubbled with a fire before Nicholas goes back to leaning, now scanning the room for something—or someone.
Nicholas finally points at something in the crowd of people, and Jo’s eyes part from his can of Coke and connect with your side profile. Your head turns back from laughing at your friend’s joke.
“If you think it’s so easy, go flirt with that girl,” Nicholas smirks.
Jo’s eyes go wide, and Maki’s eyebrows furrow a bit.
“But isn’t that Yuma’s—”
Nicholas shakes his head at Maki, and the younger’s eyes squint in suspicion. But his lips form a thin line, and he doesn’t finish his sentence.
But Jo didn’t notice—he didn’t really care to be forward. His eyes were still glued to you, sitting comfortably on the couch with your friends, your smile contagious, cheeks blushing from the alcohol. He froze on the stool, blinking but never daring to look away. He had always felt almost out of your league. Jo knew he was handsome—he thought he was mildly attractive—but no thought ever crossed his mind that wasn’t utterly and entirely poetic when it came to her.
He blinks, then blinks again, and then sits up straight before firmly shaking his head.
“Absolutely not,” he states bluntly, still shaking his head.
Nicholas chuckles. “So now you’re chickening out? I thought the star basketball player would have more game, if you would say.”
Nicholas laughs at his own joke, clearly enjoying it more than the now confused and mildly disgusted Maki and Jo. He shakes his head, getting rid of the smile, and rolls his eyes.
“What could go wrong, Jo?”
Maki shrugs, and Jo swears he sees a flicker of worry in his expression before he dips back into his cup.
“A lot of things, actually…”
“You need to get out of that head of yours, Jo. Stop worrying about the future and live in the present… now go!” Nicholas spurs, lifting Jo up and pushing him into the crowd of people. His group of friends grows smaller behind him as he’s whisked away into the sea.
Jo finally stops when he’s pushed into a clearing, taking a breath of semi-fresh air despite the crowded and heated room. His back gently bumps into the couch—almost entirely occupied—and he stumbles a bit before frantically turning around to apologize to whoever’s head he knocked into.
That’s when he spots you, holding your head in distress as your drink spills onto your lap.
His eyes widen and his mouth opens. “I—I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to—I can get you a towel…”
He sputters and stammers, palms up, trying to lend a hand, but he glances at the packed room between him and the kitchen and winces.
“…I can find you a towel,” he sighs, scratching the back of his head.
But then he hears you chuckle, and he swears his chest burns just a little from how contagious your laugh is.
Did you think he was funny?
He wasn’t trying to be, but he’ll take what he can get under such dire circumstances. So he smiles nervously with a small huff.
“It’s fine…”
Your eyes peek toward the kitchen, then glance back at him with a weary glint.
“I don’t really want to go over there anyway…”
You point at the small stack of napkins behind Jo, who frantically turns to grab them and gently places them on your lap. You smile at him, curious but unbothered, and dab at the small stain on your pants “Is this your way of getting pretty people to talk to you?” You joke and Jo’s ears light up with a light pink flush “Well no…I mean it can if you’d like it to be” He nervously corrects himself, mentally slapping his forehead while his eyes shut close.
But then he hears it again, your laugh and his eyes open. Catching just a glimpse of your dimples and the smile he spotted across the room “You’re funny…” You trail off, nodding for his name and he brightens up “Jo…Jo Asakura” He smiles and you smile back “You’re funny, Asakura” there goes his heart again, burning with something other than heartburn.
His heart felt on fire, his hands cold and clammy from nervousness and his eyes unknowingly widened with hope. Yo hand him the used napkins and he kindly puts them in the trash for you without any words or inquires if he could. Your eyes look up through your hair and they gleam with familiarity “I’ve seen you before…” Your voice calls out and Jo’s eyes widen, his body now gravitating towards the seat next to you and you take this opportunity to scoot your body to face him fully “really?” He shortly peeps out and you nod “Yeah…you’re apart of the basketball team arent you?” Your finger goes out to point and he nods expectantly “Number 43, thats me” He responds and you smile at the genuine blush creeping up onto his ears again.
“Did you come here with somebody?” Your question makes him shake his head but his eyes curiously think about it “No, but yeah. My friends came here but I walked here on my own” You nod at his explanation “Where are your friends?” You shout but Jo leans in a bit, not sure if he heard you correctly or not “Where are your—” You sigh, not even trying to finish your sentence. Deciding to keep what's left of your voice you lean in closer to the tallers ear “Its loud.” You chuckle and a chill runs down his spine at how close you were to him.
He nods “Want to go outside?” You whisper and he nods again. With a full sweep, you stand up, gently grabbing a hold of Jo’s hand and leading him off the couch and into the crowd of people to the front of the house. Jo’s eyes widen, his head whipping back to where Nicholas and Maki were at; Nicholas nodding in success while the unsure expression still holds firmly on Maki's face.
Jo returns back a mere two hours later, a prominent smile on his face and his ears a bright red. There's a newfound confidence to him, his body gliding through the suffocating crowd of people with ease. Nicolas is the first to spot him, his shoulder bumping into Maki’s to make the younger turn around “So…how’d it go” Nicholas smiles, making room for Jo to slip in between them “Good…they’re really nice to talk to. Their name is Y/N” He brightens up.
“Oh we know…” Maki mumbles “What?” Jo revamps, his ear perking up “Oh..well—”
“Hey! Glad I found you again” You interrupt Maki, your prominent smile still laying on your lips as you pull out your phone “You forgot to give me your number” Maki’s eyes go to burn into Nicholas’ side, a knowing pang in his chest becoming frustratingly hard to ignore. He growls through his teeth and steps beside Jo while he puts his number in your phone “Y/N…” Maki speaks with a knowing tone and you nod back “Riki.” You bluntly spit back, unfamiliar gaze making its way to the taller.
Jo’s eyes look up from your phone “You two know each other” You nod “Something like that…” Maki’s smile is unsure, filled with a grossing uncomfortableness “She’s—”
“Y/N?” There’s a voice behind Maki and he groans from getting cut off for the second time that night “Funny seeing you here Yuma” Jo notices the uncomfortable smile on your face, drastically different from the genuine one you sported when talking with him.
“You two know each other?” Jo repeats himself, this time to Yuma, who’s walking up to put a placebo between the two “Yeah…we used to date.” Yuma responds but his eyes never fall from yours as you both look at each other with uncertainty “oh…” Is all Jo can muster out, his confident smile fading quickly.
Jo liked to think of himself as observant, but Maki liked to call him overly-observant. But Jo suddenly didn’t really like the way his eyes observed over Yuma’s longing but yet hurtful gaze and your distant cold expression. He didn’t like the way he observed Maki staring at the two with a sigh that could only be explained with a concern for his friend.
The more he observed, the more the realization dawned on him that Yuma never really had gotten over the relationship the both of you had and his heart plummeted pasted his stomach and straight to the bottom of his feet; the gravity of his heart weighing on him as his anticipating fingers on the digital keyboard slowed into a full stop. He looked at you one more time, your eyes flickering off of Yumas and onto his; a now completely different expression on your face.
He smiles back, of course, but Jo can’t help but wonder if you’d look at him the same way when you’d inevitably break up with him. If the genuine smile and laugh would turn into a harsh distant gaze like now or if it would stay the soft heartbroken silent pleading look you were giving him as you noticed the black off screen of your phone in his hands.
Jo, as fucked up as a human it makes him, would hope for the latter.
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pairing: Jungwon x fem! Reader
genre: XO, Kitty au
synopsis: Having a massive crush on Jungwon is tough. Every time he’s around, your brain malfunctions, and instead of acting normal, you… avoid him. He’s calm, chill, and entirely out of your league (at least, that’s what you tell yourself). Enter Kitty, the matchmaker, determined to make things happen. With her “help,” you find yourself in the most awkward yet heart-racing moments with Jungwon.
The worst part? Jungwon is noticing you now. And it’s making everything so much more complicated. But maybe… Kitty’s plan wasn’t so bad after all.
author's note: This was requested by @firstclassjaylee . Thank you for this idea!!! Please let me know the pronouns for the og XO Kitty characters! I wasn’t sure, so if I got them wrong, I’d happily change them immediately. Apologies in advance for not being able to mention all the characters. Happy reading!
caution: This fic contains extreme secondhand embarrassment and an excessive amount of Jungwon-induced butterflies. Read at your own risk!
permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n
The plan was simple. Avoid Jungwon at all costs.
It wasn’t that he was mean. That was the problem. Jungwon was nice. The kind of nice that made your stomach do flips and made you feel like an idiot for getting so flustered over someone just existing. So, instead of embarrassing yourself, you settled for admiring him from afar. No eye contact. No unnecessary conversations. Easy.
At least, it was easy...until Kitty found out.
“You have a massive crush on him,” Kitty said one afternoon with her arms crossed.
“No, I don’t.” You knew lying was pointless, but still, you had to try.
Kitty gave you a look. “You walked into a door last week because he was standing near it.”
Your face burned. “That was an accident.”
“Sure,” she said unimpressed. “Look, lucky for you, I happen to be amazing at matchmaking. And I happen to have a plan.”
You blinked. “A plan?”
“Step one: Stop avoiding him.”
You immediately shook your head. “Absolutely not.”
“Too bad because I already started.”
Your stomach dropped. “Kitty. What did you do?”
She just grinned. “You’ll see.”
And just like that, your quiet little crush? It was about to become very complicated.
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tags!: 🍰: @inthesunnn @nini-04 @hopeless-romantic-mentality @222brainrot @therealbobbyshloby @miyukisv @beommii @soobiverse @blossominghunnie @sleepyxxhead @vehaez @sulkygyu @x0llaz @soobnuuy @jjunie-0 @tkooooop @anniewhere-annietime @sannieslove @jilxe @captivq
keb notes: FUCK DA SICKNESS!!! I have never used a phrase as much as i have used “mind you” in my life before. ALSO WHY IS THE TRASH BUTTON SO CLOSE TO THE EDIT BUTTON SOMEONE SEDATE ME. Anyway how are we liking jongseobs crash out hes so me 🙏 ALSO I WAS TOO LAZY TO WRITE FOR THIS CHAPTER SO JUST MAKE A SCENARIO IN UR HEAD FOR IT MAYBE ILL EDIT IT AND WRITE IT LATER THO IDK
OKAY ONE MORE THING I deleted the apps i use for messaging and tweets so that’s why all the contacts look different i’m so sorry guys😭
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tags!: 🍰: @inthesunnn @nini-04 @hopeless-romantic-mentality @222brainrot @therealbobbyshloby @miyukisv @beommii @soobiverse @blossominghunnie @sleepyxxhead @vehaez @sulkygyu @x0llaz @soobnuuy @jjunie-0 @tkooooop @anniewhere-annietime @sannieslove @jilxe @captivq
notes!: SUPRISE!!! i’m back :P hope u all missed me just as much as I missed you 🫶
hey guys i got into a car accident so that’s why i haven’t been posting!
NAH IM JOKING but i have been busy trying to get my life back in order after a couple of really big milestones so please wait for new updates :/ it’ll take a bit of time but otc will be finish! (it’s been 2 yrs) and i have a couple new writings i’d like to put out but it is going to be really slow :( sorry
This situation is disgusting, painful, and sickening to the core, but it is very real.
Idols, let's not forget, are real people with real lives, that we do not know, so their actions undoubtedly affect the people around them.
While it absolutely sucks that someone who had so much influence over our lives turned out to be so vile, and it definitely hurts for his fans, this is about the victim, and it always will be.
It is absolutely okay and acceptable to be upset by this whole situation, but the focus should be on the victim and getting them the justice they deserve.
Supporting Taeil from this point forward is disgusting and does absolutely nothing for showing solidarity with the victim or anyone else who has been victim to anything similar
And making up rumours about a situation like this is equally as disgusting, lying about something so serious for a moment of fame and spotlight? or to pretend we know more than we really do? Please let's avoid spreading misinformation and rumours. It's not respectful in the slightest.
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