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7:38 PM

Pairing: Jongho x reader Genre: fluff, a bit of angst Word count: 383 Warnings: stressed!reader, mention of annoying coworker, bad weather, that’s all I think?

Rainwater drips down your face as you shut the door, entering your apartment. It had been a pretty sunny week, so you hadn’t brought an umbrella with you to work, but the weather took a turn for the worse when you drove home. It was pouring when you parked, so you had to carry your jacket over your head when you ran inside. Said jacket was now completely soaked through. 

You sigh, wiping the water off your forehead, only for more to drip down from your hair. You kick off your shoes and put them by the door, planning to take them outside to dry later when it was a little less rainy. Your cat comes over and winds around your legs as you hang up your jacket on the coat rack—you’ll take that outside later, too. You pick him up and kiss his forehead as he starts purring, seemingly unbothered by how drenched you are. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you hum when you see Jongho by the stove, cooking something. It smells like tomatoes, and you can see an open soup can next to the fridge. 

“Hi honey, dinner will be ready whenever you are. Did you have a good day?” your boyfriend says, turning to smile at you. 

Truth be told, your day was kind of terrible. You lost count of how many frantic emails you got about insurance renewals, your coworker was distracting you all day because she finally won her divorce case and wouldn’t stop bragging about it, your intern was sobbing for an hour because she got rejected from three grad schools in one day (thus distracting you further), and your lunch was stolen from the breakroom fridge. But seeing Jongho’s smile made all of those stresses disappear. 

“It went pretty well. This smells delicious, thank you for making it, honey. I’ll be ready soon,” you say, walking over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“That’s good. Let me know when you’re out, I’ll make grilled cheese to dip in the soup,” he says, kissing you in return. “Use one of my candles if you want.”

You chuckle inwardly; he could see right through you, and often let you use his candles whenever you were stressed.

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.

10:44 AM

Pairing: Yeosang x reader Genre: Fluff, a small amount of angst if you squint but mostly fluff Warnings: Mentions of lost friendships (not really though), mentions of awkward interactions. Word count: 589 Summary: You meet an old friend.

You almost couldn’t believe it. Seeing him, someone you haven’t seen in nearly five years, sitting right in front of the desk you’d planned to sit at. You’d heard that he was attending this school too, maybe even in the same program, but you didn’t think that he’d actually be in any of your classes. Let alone one of the core classes for your major.

It was… jarring, to say the least. But not unwelcome.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, sitting behind him. He turns around and blinks, eyes widening when he realizes who you are.

“Oh, yn! Hi! I had no idea you were here,” he says, blushing.

“Here as in this school or here as in this class or…?” you tease. He chuckles, then shrugs, indicating both. 

“Well, yep, I’m here. And now I’m sitting behind you.” “Yes, you are.”

A silence ensues, neither of you really knowing what to say. It had been a while. The last time you two really hung out was in freshman year of high school, and after that you only glanced at each other in the halls sometimes, saying hi in passing. You weren’t on unfriendly terms, not at all, just… unfamiliar ones now. 

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other,” he says, still blushing slightly. You grin and nod, about to verbally agree when the teacher walks in. He smiles politely and turns back to the front of the room.

It was a bit strange. You two knew so much about each other, since you had known each other since you were seven, but now felt like strangers. You knew what his favorite colors were over a span of seven years, how he liked his eggs, who he’d had a crush on at nine years old, his favorite teachers at thirteen, his first girlfriend at fourteen, and so much more. And he knew the same about you, though maybe a few different milestones. 

And yet, it felt like you knew nothing about each other.

Maybe the disconnect happened in freshman year, when he told you he was dating someone. He had been waiting for you for seven years, he had said, and couldn’t bear you not returning his feelings, so he started pursuing someone else. But you had secretly loved him that whole time, and told him as much. That was when the awkwardness began—he couldn’t just break up with his girlfriend, he loved her too. So you two hung out less and less, until you found yourselves with different friends and different loves. 

His hair had been blond at graduation, but it looks like he’s dyed it back to black. You continue to stare at the back of his head until he senses you and turns around, giving you a quizzical glance. You just smile and wink, mouthing the words “hi, Sangie” and waving your fingers slightly. He blushes slightly, mouthing a “hi, yn” before whipping around to face the front again.

A small, folded piece of paper is tossed onto your desk five minutes later. 

“There’s a boba place a few streets away from campus, want to check it out with me after class? 

<3, Sangie” it said.

You smile, remembering notes in a similar format from interactions in the past. You tap his shoulder three times, your code for “yes,” and sit back. 

You don’t know if it’s just a friendly hangout or a precursor to a date, but one thing is for sure: you have a feeling you’re going to really enjoy this class.